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lunar-wandering · 1 year ago

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Kaiju's and Blankets

!!!Season 4 Special Spoilers are in this fic!!!

Summary: MK gets sick, and gets stuck in kaiju form as a result. Everything else that spirals from that point is nobody else's fault but Wukong's. (Who is DEFINITELY not sick, thank you very much).

Word Count: 6.6k

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“MK are you… sure you’re okay to run deliveries today?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Well…” Pigsy trailed off, uncertain, looking up and down at MK’s rather… unkempt appearance today, as well as noting how almost hoarse the kid’s voice sounded, watching as MK’s smile despite these facts remained unchanged- even as his whole body jolted as he flickered with a golden glitch. “You’re doing the thing.”

“What thing? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” MK glitched again, reaching behind himself just in time to grab his monkey tail as it appeared, holding it behind his back in an attempt to keep it out of view- an attempt that severely failed as Pigsy leveled him with concerned look, Mei even looking up from her phone game to raise her eyebrow at his actions. He sniffled, raising his free arm and rubbing his nose on the back of his sleeve, grabbing the takeout bags afterwards, partially disguising it as a more casual movement. “Aaaaanyways- I’ll just be out delivering these! Won’t even take that long! Be back soon!”

Both Pigsy and Mei watched in concerned silence as MK walked backwards out of the restaurant, giving the both of them a rather sloppy salute before turning off and sprinting down the street, leaving cracks in the pavement behind him- albeit he didn’t seem to notice. Mei sighed, pocketing her phone.

“He’s going to pass out, isn’t he.” She deadpanned, Pigsy nodding solemnly in agreement with her assessment. She stood up, stretching her arms above her head and rolling her shoulders, loosening up her muscles.

“You’d better go after him, Mei.”

“Already on it, Mr. Pig Dad Sir!” Mei bent down, getting into a ready to run position-

Only to be thrown off balance as it was like the entire world shook, the building trembling, a sound similar to an explosion resounding as both her and Pigsy got tossed into the air from the force. Mei, thankfully, oriented herself to land on her feet- using a touch of dragon power to zoom into the kitchen and catch as many objects as she could before they could shatter on the ground.

Pigsy wasn’t nearly so lucky, instead slamming down onto the floor, the wind getting knocked out of him. He remained on the floor, taking a moment to catch his breath, before groaning as he slowly pushed himself up, Mei quickly setting her objects on the counter and rushing over to give him a hand.

“What was that?!” He wheezed, giving Mei a pat on the shoulder as thanks before making his way towards the door. Before he could get there however, Tang was suddenly there, appearing in a golden flash of light, staff in hand and looking frazzled and panicked, not even letting Pigsy or Mei get a word out before he spoke.

“You guys are going to want to see this.”

With no further explanation, he slammed his staff on the ground, both Pigsy and Mei shielding their eyes, closing them against the light as they felt the now-familiar sensation of teleportation. When they opened them again, they both blinked, taking in the absolute destruction.

There were buildings that were literally flattened, pressed down against the ground- a few fires starting up in the remains of some of them. Thankfully, there had long since been a magic system put in place to automatically teleport people in danger out of the way in the case of possible natural disasters, and most of this space was an area that had been abandoned since Spider Queen’s attack the previous year, so there wasn’t that much concern about civilians, but.

There was a giant crater in the ground that most certainly had not been there before, one that they were currently standing at the very edge of.

And, at the middle of the crater, standing awkwardly at the exact center of all the destruction, with his tails swishing nervously… was MK.

In kaiju form.

“Well,” Mei put her hands on her hips, “That’s less than ideal.”

“You’re telling me.” All three of them jumped as Sandy suddenly appeared out of nowhere behind them, staring at MK with obvious concern. “He told me last night that he was just coming down with a little cold.”

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s very little anymore.” Pigsy sighed in exasperation, stepping forwards, about to jump down into the crater and approach MK, planning on lecturing him about the importance of not hiding illnesses again-

“Ah- wait!” Tang grabbed the back of Pigsy’s clothes, pulling him back towards him.

Just in time it seemed, as MK suddenly twitched, all three of his tails coming to a complete standstill as he inhaled, turning to the side to face more towards the uninhabited part of town-

Another sound like an explosion went off, and Tang just barely managed to get a shield up in time to protect them from the resulting shockwave as MK’s entire kaiju body jerked forwards. The ground shook, and all of them stumbled, barely remaining standing, a cloud of debris getting kicked up as more houses were flattened.

It was only when the dust finally settled that Mei fully processed what had just happened.

“Was that a sneeze?” She asked, as the shield slowly flickered away. “He did all this with just a sneeze???”

“It… appears so.” Tang said.

Mei wasn’t entirely sure if that was cool, or mildly scary.

After a moment of deliberation, she settled on it being concerning. Something like that couldn’t be good for MK’s health, obviously. (Even if his power level being well over what must be 9,000 was awesome as all hell).

“Yeah… I hate to say it, but I think we’re going to need Monkey King’s help on this one.” Pigsy crossed his arms, thinking. “Now, the only question is… how do we get a kaiju to Flower Fruit Mountain?”

The words “Flower Fruit Mountain” seemed to have somehow managed to catch MK’s attention, as he turned towards them, seemingly only just now noticing they were there, as his tails and fur stood up on end in what could only be best interpreted as shock at their presence. In mere seconds, he had crossed over to stand in front of them, kneeling down on the ground to be closer to eye level with them- the ground slightly shaking with the motion.

He looked… apologetic, a tiny noise akin to a whine escaping from him- Pigsy wasn’t even sure if he could speak like this- based on Macaque, he probably should be able to, but then again, Pigsy had never seen a sick Macaque kaiju (and, quite frankly, never wanted to). Still though, he gave his best disappointed stare up at him, MK shrinking back a little.

“Yeah yeah, I know all your excuses, kid. Right now, let's just focus on getting you out of kaiju form- don’t think you’ve escaped the lecture though.” He hastily added on the end upon seeing MK start to look slightly hopeful. MK, in response, slumped a little, his tails and ears drooping. “Do not give me the puppy dog eyes, kid. We’ve got, for lack of a better word, bigger problems right now.”

MK let out a small rumbling chuckle- and then instantly turned to the side to cough into his arm, the ground shaking again, but Pigsy focused less on his sudden loss of balance and instead on how… painful it sounded. Maybe that’s why MK wasn’t talking, he had sounded quite hoarse earlier, maybe it hurt more to speak now.

Either way…

“We need to get you to Flower Fruit Mountain.” Tang finished Pigsy’s thought before he could even speak it. “Albeit… I’m not entirely sure how. Sandy’s boat is way too small, and I’m not sure that I can teleport you when you’re like… this.”

MK tilted his head to the side, seemingly in contemplation. And then, a very familiar smirk appeared on his kaiju face.

Pigsy knew what that smirk meant.

It meant trouble.

“Kid, I swear-” Pigsy didn’t get the chance to finish that sentence, as, without any form of warning, MK was reaching down, scooping all four of them up into one hand.

Pigsy and Tang’s matching screams were nearly drowned out by the sound of Mei’s loud enthusiastic cheering.

MK slowly and carefully stood up, holding his hand close to his chest to help keep his hand stable as he slowly started walking his way out of the city, keeping a close eye on where he put his feet. Pigsy, subtly, used the opportunity to check the kid for fever- albeit, like this, with MK in this form, he couldn’t really tell. MK felt a little warm, but he had no idea what the normal for a kaiju even was.

It was only when they reached the beach- and MK just kept going, stepping into the ocean, that Pigsy realized what MK was planning to do.

“MK, this really isn’t the best idea, you’re just going to-”

“Make myself more sick?”

All four of them startled as MK’s voice came out in basically a whisper from behind them.

Turning around, they could barely make out the form of MK, in monkey form, hovering inside of his kaiju, where the heart would reside. His position perfectly mirrored his kaiju’s completely, his legs moving in tandem with it- almost like he was controlling a mech. He was looking down, and it took Pigsy a moment to realize that it was because his kaiju was looking down at them- MK must only be able to see through his kaiju’s eyes, then.

“I don’t think what happens in this form can really transfer to my physical state.” MK continued, voice somehow, despite being in a hoarse whisper, still sounding far more energetic than a sick person should sound. “I can’t even feel the water around my feet!”

Pigsy huffed.

“If this comes back to bite you, do not come complaining to me.” He mumbled.

The rest of the trip through the ocean was slightly slow, but mostly peaceful. (There was one point, where MK had sneezed again, accidentally dropping them in the process as he turned away from them, but thankfully, Mei had been fast enough to snatch them up in her dragon form before they could hit the water. MK had, softly, apologized as they were settled back into his hand, to which Mei threatened to steal all his copies of the Monkey Mech game if he dropped them again. MK had whined about it for the following 15 minutes).

When they reached Flower Fruit Mountain, MK stood still on the beach for a moment too long, the others turning back to him in concern.

“...I swear, you better not be about to sneeze again.” Mei threatened. There was a moment where MK didn’t respond-

And then they were all clinging to his hand as MK gave a full body shake, kicking both his legs, sending water droplets flying everywhere to the beach below.

It was only when they were steady again that Mei let out a strangled laugh.

“You’re like a dog!”

MK pointedly avoided looking at them.

“...I tried not to.” He mumbled, “Instinct took over…”

Mei cackled at him, MK finally looking back down at them with a pout. Pigsy rolled his eyes.

It took far faster than usual to climb the mountain up to the waterfall that led to Wukong’s recently rebuilt house, mainly due to MK not needing to take nearly as many steps. He gently lowered his hand to the ground, allowing the others to step off, before reaching out a finger, placing it in the water to split it in two, allowing a path of access through it.

It was only when all four of them had crossed through it that MK let out a distressed sound, causing them to turn back around to face him.

There was a beat, before they realized the issue.

“Oh.” Tang said, “You can’t fit.”

There was a slightly louder distressed noise. Sandy stepped back to the other side of the waterfall, patting MK on the side of the leg.

“Don’t worry MK, I’m sure Mr. King will have something that will, at the least, make you a little smaller!! I’ll just stay out here with you while the others go in, if that’s okay?”

MK glanced back at Pigsy.

“We won’t be long, kid.” He affirmed, and MK gave him a nod, before slowly pulling his hand back, the flow of the water once more slamming down and obscuring him and Sandy from view. Pigsy turned back to Mei and Tang. “Alright- sooner we get Monkey King out here, the better.”

Sun Wukong was not sitting out anywhere in his cave, unlike previous times that they had shown up unexpectedly. They would normally stumble upon him lounging on a sunlit rock or a shaded tree branch, usually either eating or reading something or other. Sometimes Pigsy wondered if he ever got up to much else (outside of training MK, that is).

Mei, the fastest of the three of them, zoomed right up the steps to Wukong’s house to knock.

“Mr.King!! We need your help!!” She called-

There was a loud crash from inside the house, and all three of them winced. A few seconds later, the door opened, Wukong panting like he had run to them, looking slightly panicked.

“What’s- what’s going on- where’s the kid?” He looked around frantically.

“He’s sick-” Mei started, having to stop mid-sentence to avoid biting her tongue as Wukong grabbed her shoulders and started shaking her.

“Sick? Sick like- dying sick? Does he need a peach??? I can go steal a peach for him-” Wukong let go of Mei, the dragon girl stumbling back to be out of his reach as he turned to try and move off his front porch, likely with the plan of stealing another immortal peach in mind. Tang and Pigsy stepped in his way before he could.

“The kid’s not dying, Monkey King.” Pigsy reached out to try and calm the monkey down, Wukong side-stepping away from his touch, but still pausing. “He’s just got a cold.”

“...Oh. Well, y’know, even mortal colds can be deadly-”

“It won’t be.”

“...Okay… Then what do you need my help for?” Wukong tilted his head to the side, staring at them in confusion as he leaned back against the wall of his house, “I’m not exactly the best when it comes to medicine nowadays- it used to be so much simpler when you could just use a flower and a spell.”

Tang mumbled something about having to teach the Monkey King about the advancements of modern medicine, and Pigsy sighed.

“The kid’s gone all super-kaiju on us.” He said, “He’s sitting outside the cave right now, we were hoping that… at the least, if you can’t turn him back to normal, you could at least make him… smaller?”

“Oh! Yeah, that’s easy.” Wukong smirked as he pushed off the wall, only to wince as it cracked behind him. “...Oops. Uh, I’ll fix that later, c’mon, let’s go see the kid.”

Pigsy and Tang instantly turned to start heading back towards the waterfall entrance, Wukong trailing behind them, Mei taking a split second to glance between the Monkey King and the crack in the wall with sudden suspicion before catching up to them, sliding to walk in time beside Wukong.

“Soooo, Mr. King. How’re you doing today?” She asked, leaning towards him slightly, raising an eyebrow as he leaned away, avoiding eye contact with her.

“I’m fine.” Wukong sped up a little, tail swishing as he moved around to be in front of Pigsy and Tang just in time as they arrived back at the waterfall. Reaching out, he activated the magic surrounding it, parting the waters before turning back towards them with an over-dramatic smirk, giving them a half-sarcastic little bow. “After you, guys!”

Pigsy and Tang simply rolled their eyes, walking forwards, but Mei made the point of making eye contact with the Monkey King as she walked past him, following it up with an ‘I’m watching you’ motion that made Wukong’s expression shift to one of nervousness, before he covered it up with a small laugh, stepping through the waterfall himself.

MK visibly brightened up when he saw them emerge from the waterfall, shifting to lean down towards them.

“Told you we wouldn’t be long, kid.” Pigsy said, lightly patting the side of MK’s face that he could reach. “...Where’s Sandy?”

“Right here!” Sandy popped up from MK’s shoulder, sliding down MK’s arm to be on the ground with the others. “MK was just letting me braid his hair while we waited.”

Sure enough, there were a few tiny braids throughout Kaiju MK’s hair- in all honesty, Pigsy was impressed that Sandy had managed to get so many of them done in such a short period of time.

“Right.” Wukong said, shaking out his hands and summoning his cloud, floating up to be able to touch the center of the kaiju’s forehead. “I… can’t say if I can change you back to normal, per say, but I’m pretty sure I can at the least get you small enough to be able to fit inside the mountain.”

There was a brief pause, and then Wukong’s eyes lit up gold, tendrils of magic swirling around the kaiju. There were a few small moments where the size of the kaiju fluctuated, getting smaller and then bigger again, followed by a bright flash of light that had the four on the ground shielding their eyes.

When they opened their eyes again, MK was much smaller than he was before. Still a giant kaiju, yes, but he’d be able to fit through the entrance if he crawled, and should be able to stand within the cave itself no problem.

“Well, at least that’s one problem solved…” Pigsy trailed off into a mumble, “We’re definitely going to need to find a bigger soup bowl somewhere though…”

“...Why aren’t they moving?” Mei questioned, and Pigsy looked back up to find that MK and Wukong seemed to have entered… some kind of staring contest, both of their tails swishing.

A full minute passed, the four on the ground waiting in complete silence, trying to figure out what was going on.

…And then MK raised a hand, snatched Wukong off his cloud, and slammed his palm onto the ground, sending up a small splash of water that the others only just managed to avoid as he pinned Wukong to the ground in the shallow pond.

“Kid!!! What are you doing?!?!” Tang yelled, as Wukong let out a wheezing breath-

And immediately broke into a loud coughing fit, the others watching as Wukong’s whole form seemed to flicker before restabilizing. Mei let out a loud gasp, pointing at him.

“Ohhhh- I knew there was something up with you!” She said, “You’re sick too!!”

“I am not!” Wukong managed to hiss out, before starting to struggle, using his free hand to smack at MK’s fingers, his one free leg kicking uselessly in the air. “Let me go!!”

MK didn’t move, and although his expression didn’t visibly change, everyone could just feel the tangible disappointment coming off of him.

It didn’t take very long for Wukong to give in, suddenly going limp in MK’s hold.

“Fine, kid. You win.” He let out an overdramatic world weary sigh, flickering again, only this time, once the flickering died down… well, to say it politely, he looked like an absolute mess. His fur, albeit now soaked with water, looked completely frazzled, like he hadn’t brushed it before getting out of bed that morning, there were dark circles under his eyes, and his face was slightly flushed. Pigsy would, honestly, be willing to say that he looked worse-off than MK did.

MK, in response to his mentor letting down his glamours, let out a somewhat-pleased sound, removing his hand, freeing Wukong. Despite this, Wukong continued to lay there, staring up at the sky- his view of the clouds unfortunately blocked as Mei leaned over him, blocking his vision.

“Jeez, you look awful.” She said, reaching down to press the back of her hand against Wukong’s forehead.

“Thanks for the compliment.” He said, rolling his eyes. “I’m not sick though. Just didn’t sleep too well, that’s all!”

“Mhm, yeah, tell that to your fever.” Mei huffed, reaching down to grab his arm, forcibly lifting him back up to his feet. Wukong, on instinct, shook, the water in his fur flying everywhere. “Hey!! You’re getting me wet!! Man, MK really did take after you a lot…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing!” Mei gave him her best innocent smile, dragging him over in the direction of the others- MK having used his hand to reopen the waterfall and let the others through again. “C’mon, let’s get inside before Pigsy goes full chaos mom mode on you.”

“Goes full what-”

Twenty minutes later found Wukong pouting, sitting cross-legged on top of MK’s head, MK himself having laid down on his stomach, curling up slightly like a giant cat. Wukong had been practically forced to change into a pair of peach-themed pajamas Pigsy had happened to find after rummaging through the Monkey King’s closets- and had a blanket draped over his shoulders as well (he had just taken a dip in the water after all- they were better safe than sorry).

“I’m not sick.” He mumbled petulantly, MK reaching up and poking Wukong’s head as gently as he could with one finger in response, sending him slightly off balance to the side before he re-stabilized himself, grumbling incoherently.

“Hmm, we’ll have to find some kind of blanket for the kid eventually…” Pigsy said, rubbing his chin as he thought. “Albeit, unlike Monkey King, he doesn’t seem to have a fever yet, so we can probably hold off on that for a little longer…”

“Don’t have a fever! Cause I’m not sick!” Wukong called down from his position, everyone dutifully ignoring him.

“I would like to find some way to get some form of soup fed to MK though.” Pigsy finished, “Which means we’re… definitely going to need some kind of large bowl… albeit I can’t think of where we’d find something like that.”

“Oh! Oh! I know!!” Wukong waved his hands to get their attention, before pointing up. “The guys up there have tons of giant bowls you could take and use!!”

“...Isn’t that stealing?” Sandy asked, Wukong shaking his head.

“Naahhhh, they won’t even notice if one bowl’s gone. I can take you all you guys up there right now!!”

“Ah- wait!” Tang’s shout only barely managed to stop Wukong before he could snap his fingers. “You’re sick, you can’t be transporting a large group of people- nevermind a giant bowl.”

“Not sick.” Wukong said, sniffling, but still lowering his hand.

“But who could transport a giant bowl for us, as well as the ingredients?” Pigsy hummed, the group falling into silence as they thought it over.

“...What about Macaque? He’s got that shadow-portaling thingy.” Mei suggested- Wukong immediately bursting out into hoarse laughter, mixed with a few coughs. “What’s so funny?”

“Please, like Macaque would ever agree to that.” Wukong said.

“Well, it’s not like we have much of a choice…” Tang muttered, before raising his voice so that the others could hear. “Alright, but who’s going to stay behind with these two?”

There was silence for a beat, and then Wukong scoffed.

“We don’t need a babysitter.” He said, “I can keep an eye on the kid just fine- hEY!”

He was cut off as MK reached up, grabbing hold of Wukong’s tail, dangling his mentor upside down, the Monkey King scrambling to grab the blanket that had been wrapped around him and hold it close to his chest to prevent it from falling to the ground.

“I’ll keep an eye on Monkey King.” MK’s hoarse voice whispered, slowly swinging his mentor back and forth a few times, before setting him on the ground, lightly putting his hand overtop of him again when it seemed like Wukong was going to protest- Wukong instead accepting his fate, laying on the ground with a resigned expression.

“Well, with that settled… I guess we’re off to see Macaque!” Mei said, turning to stand beside Tang as he got ready to teleport them to Macaque’s dojo.

“He’s going to say no!” Wukong called, Pigsy waving him off.

“We’ll just see about that.”

“No. Absolutely not.” Macaque said, immediately, leaning up against his doorframe, raising one finger to silence them before any of them could even speak a word. “Wukong and the kid aren’t here. Which means that whatever this is about- because there must be something going on, this many of you wouldn’t be on my doorstep otherwise, this must be about them, and I want nothing to do with it.”

“How do you know there’s not some kind of world ending threat going on?” Mei asked, slowly pulling out her sword behind her back, where Macaque couldn’t see.

“Please, if there was a world ending threat, trust me, I would know.” Macaque huffed, crossing his arms. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the giant kaiju incident this morning, I’m not blind. I want nothing to do with it.”

“Really now? And nothing will change your mind?” Mei’s smirk slowly grew slightly more dangerous, Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy stepping slightly to the side, knowing full well to not get in her way.

“Nope. No way, no how.”

Within the next split second, there was a sword embedded in the doorframe, just bare inches away from Macaque’s face. Macaque let out a slightly fearful breath, a few stray pieces of hair that the sword had managed to snag slowly falling to the ground.

“That.” Mei hissed, “Is your only warning.”

Macaque, for his part, recovered rather quickly.

“...Nice aim, kid.” He muttered, before sighing. “Fiiinneee, I’ll help you out, but just this once- and you better pay me back for it. What do you need me to do?”

Wukong stared up at the ceiling of the mountain.

It had been twenty minutes since the others had teleported away, and they still weren’t back yet. Or, well, he thought it had been twenty minutes. He didn’t exactly have a clock on him. It had felt like it had been an hour, but he wasn’t really the best at keeping track of time, so he was going to guess that it had actually only been twenty minutes.

…Twenty minutes were far too long though.

Groaning, Wukong pushed himself up into a sitting position, MK opening up one eye to stare at him. Dang it, he’d been kinda hoping that the kid had fallen asleep since he had closed his eyes about… ten minutes ago? Yeah, ten minutes ago was probably a good guess.

“I’m bored.” Wukong’s voice trailed off into something that borderlined a whine. Quickly jumping to stand up, ignoring the way it made his head spin a little, Wukong turned to the kid. “Do you want to watch a movie? I can go get my laptop!”

MK let out a small rumble, opening his other eye to focus fully on Wukong.

“The screen would be too small for me.” Was his response, “I wouldn’t be able to see it.”

“Mmm, I guess you’re right…” Wukong trailed off, tapping his chin in thought. “Oh! We could set up a projector! Get a giant sheet, set up like a movie theatre screen! I’m pretty sure I have a projector around here somewhere…”

“What about the giant sheet, though?” MK asked, and Wukong paused, thinking.

And then a brilliant idea struck him.

“I can just steal some blankets from Demon Bull King’s house!” He said, moving from standing to sitting up, grabbing the blanket that was resting on his shoulders, tying the ends of it together to turn it into a blanket-cape. “Demon Bull King’s blankets are huge, if I get enough of them, we can probably use one or two to cover you as well!”

“Ah- but you’re sick-”

“Psh, I’m fine!” Wukong waved him off- and MK, unfortunately, was not fast enough to catch him, Wukong having summoned his cloud and zoomed out of the cave before the kid could even blink.

It was only when Wukong was halfway across the ocean that the thought struck his ever so slightly hazed mind that maybe leaving MK alone by himself might not be a very wise decision, but, well, he was already almost at his destination, so there was really no point in turning back now.

By the time he was climbing in through the Demon Bull Family’s kitchen window, carefully making sure that his blanke- his cape didn’t get caught, landing silently on the floor, he was right back around to considering this to be the most genius thing he had ever done.

“Right.” Wukong whispered to himself, clapping his hands together. “Now, if I were DBK, where would I put the blankets?”

Probably the hallway closet, most likely, which meant getting past all the traps that Demon Bull King likely had installed. Wukong sighed, about to open the hallway door-

Only to pause, noticing the coffee-maker sitting on the counter.

Now, Wukong wasn’t much of a coffee drinker, it was a little bit too bitter for him. But he remembered hearing that coffee-makers could also make hot chocolate… surely this one could too? He was kinda in the mood for a hot drink… and hot chocolate sounded really good right now…

Blanket retrieval mission temporarily on pause, Wukong started digging through the small box of insertable coffee’s that was sitting beside the coffee-maker, hoping to find one for hot-chocolate. And, sure enough, he managed to find one. Giggling slightly to himself, he inserted it into the machine, pressing the on button-

He was not expecting how loud it was.

“Ah, no- shh shh shhhhhhh!!” Wukong waved his hands, panicking. If Demon Bull King heard this and found him now, he’d never be able to get those blankets. Quickly, he started pressing buttons, but none of them would seem to turn the damn machine off.

Making a split second decision, Wukong reeled his arm back- and punched it.

He paused afterwards, slowly shaking his hand clean of the bits of debris as he stared at the destroyed coffee-machine.

…Ah. That probably hadn’t been his best decision.

Well, at least it was silent now. Carefully, he swept the broken pieces together, opening a cupboard with his foot and depositing it in there. Surely no-one would notice that. Or, well, at the very least, it wouldn’t be noticed until he was far away from here. Nooo consequences for the Great Sage, Equal To Heaven tonight!

Wiping his hands clean of the whole mess, Wukong turned, opening the door to the hallway, deciding to return his focus to his original mission; stealing some of Demon Bull King’s blankets.

After a minute or so of staring, analyzing the many traps lining the walls, he took a deep breath and went for it.

Dodging the traps largely went without issue, Demon Bull King seriously needed to update his home security. (Albeit, there had been a point where a couple of arrows had flown a little too close for comfort when Wukong had stumbled, a wave of dizziness hitting him, likely from the fever- the fever that he definitely didn’t have, yep, for sure, he was as healthy as a horse, definitely).

He had also been right, Demon Bull King did, in fact, store his blankets in the hallway closet. He did have a bit of a struggle getting them out of the closet- one of them falling over top of him and causing him to have to take a moment to free himself from it’s horrible confines, but he managed to get about three, giant blankets.

Three should be enough, right? One for the projector, and two for the kid. That worked.

Slowly making his way back to the kitchen, dragging the blankets behind him, Wukong froze mid-step in the hallway.

And then turned to the side and sneezed- completely obliterating the wall that had stood beside him.

He blinked, as the dust cleared- revealing Demon Bull King, Princess Iron Fan, and Red Son sitting on the other side, in their living room, staring at him in shock.

“...Oh. Hi?” Wukong lifted his free hand to give them a nervous little wave.

Demon Bull King’s bellowing yell of “Sun Wukong!” was all the warning the Monkey King needed to take off running at full speed, the entire Demon Bull Family hot on his heels.

Fifteen minutes later, MK, who had taken to using his hand to draw shapes into the ground of the cave, jumped- before hissing as a bright swirling fire appeared in front of him.

“Relax, Noodle Boy, it’s just me.” Red Son said, the fire clearing away to reveal him standing there, carrying Sun Wukong over his shoulder- who was still holding on to the three blankets he had stolen. “I’m just here to deliver your idiotic mentor back to you.”

“Hey! I take offense to that!” Wukong struggled, getting unceremoniously dumped on the ground for his efforts. MK, instantly, grabbed him, lifting him up and holding him in his hand, to make sure he wouldn’t run away again.

“That taken care of-” Red Son clapped his hands, “I’ll be taking my leave-”

Red Son was cut off, as suddenly one of MK’s tails reached out, scooping him up off the ground.

“What- Oh come on Noodle Boy, I can’t stay here!I have stuff to do!” MK gave no response to that other than a small rumble, not making any move to put the fire demon down. Red Son huffed, adjusting slightly to make himself more comfortable, grumbling, “I hope the Dragon Girl is having a better day than I am…”

Mei panted, bent over, one hand against the giant bowl, the other against her knee, as she tried to catch her breath. The others were in similar conditions, Tang outright laying down on the floor of Macaque’s dojo like he was dead- the only sign of life from him being the way his chest quickly rose and fell with desperate breaths.

“That-” Mei inhaled, “That was-”

“Awful?” Macaque suggested, from his position of being down on his hands and knees on the floor. Mei shook her head.

“No, amazing!” She said, tilting her head back with a laugh that, in her state, made her seem near-insane. “We absolutely need to do that again!”

“Let’s put ‘doing that again’ to the side for now.” Sandy said, patting the side of the bowl. “We have the bowl now, but we still need to get the ingredients.”

“Oh, no problem.” Macaque said, snapping his fingers, various shadow portals appearing above the bowl, dumping various vegetables down into it. Pigsy stood up, grabbing hold of the edge of the bowl, leaning down over it to pick up a carrot and inspect it.

“...Where did you get these?” He asked. Macaque shifted nervously.

“Ah… you know, here and there.” He shifted his hands side to side, before letting out a sigh. “...From some stores nearby.”

“Did you pay for it?”

“Why would I need to do that?”

There was a moment of silence, before Pigsy groaned.

“Y’know what, I don’t have the energy to deal with a ‘stealing is wrong’ discussion. Let’s just get all this back to the mountain.” Pigsy didn’t need to say any more, as a dark shadow spread out under each of them, and within the next heartbeat, they were back on Flower Fruit Mountain.

…They all paused, taking in the scene in front of them. Somehow, there was now a giant white sheet of fabric hung up on one of the walls, a small projector on a table projecting one of the Monkey King movies onto it. There were also two blankets over top of MK’s kaiju body, and Wukong was curled up slightly by MK’s hand, as well as-

Mei blinked in disbelief.

“Red Son? What are you doing here?”

Red Son turned to face them, looking slightly irritated.

“I’m being held hostage.” Was his response. Not even a second later, Wukong popped up from his curled up position to turn and stare at them with a bright smile- despite his expression however, he somehow looked more frazzled and feverish than he had before.

“Oh, you guys are back!! You should join us- Red Boy over here makes amazing popcorn.” Wukong said, Red Son reaching over to smack him on the shoulder.

“...Yeah, okay.” Pigsy decided that you know what, today had already been so weird, he might as well just take this in stride. “We have to make the soup first, though.”

Getting things set up for soup-making shockingly didn’t take as long as any of them thought it would- Red Son’s presence ended up being particularly helpful, making it easier to get a fire started to cook the soup with. It didn’t take long at all for the soup to be ready, everyone getting their own small bowls before MK sat up and took his much larger one, the entire group sitting in a small semi-circle beside him.

Or, well, almost the entire group.

“C’mon Macaque, aren’t you going to join us?” Mei asked, looking over her shoulder at where the aforementioned monkey was standing a rather good distance away.

“No thanks.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I know what Wukong will do.”

“What will he do?” Mei tilted her head to the side in confusion, Wukong also turning around now that his name had been mentioned, albeit with a devilish smirk on his face.

“Yeah, Macaque, what will I do?” He asked. Macaque glared at him.

“He’s going to lick me.” He said, “He’s going to wait, until I’m distracted, and then he’s going to lick me, and then I’m going to get sick, and I don’t want to get sick. I mean- look at what he did to the kid! I am not dealing with that!”

Everyone shared a brief glance up at MK, who just stared back down at them blankly. Admittedly, up until this point, it hadn’t occurred to anyone that Wukong having worse symptoms- or, more likely, being further along in the stages of the illness, likely meant that he had been the one to give it to MK in the first place. Almost simultaneously, they all turned to Wukong to give him a light glare. Wukong held his hands up in self defence.

“Hey- it wasn’t me- I’m not even sick!”

No-one even bothered to argue with him, instead rolling their eyes. Mei, for her part, set her soup bowl down on the ground, and then, despite Macaque’s protests, zoomed over, picked him up, and brought him over to sit with the rest of the group- Pigsy setting a bowl of soup down into his lap.

For a blessed twenty minutes, there was silence, the group watching the movie in relative peace.

And then there was an ear-splitting shriek.

They turned, and, sure enough- Wukong had used Macaque’s complete entrancement with the movie to grab hold of his wrist and lick his hand.

“I told you!!! I told you this would happen!” Macaque yelled, pulling his hand away from Wukong, shaking it almost like it was on fire. “Gross-”

“Oh, c’mon you big baby, it’s not that bad.” Wukong rolled his eyes, sniffling a little and rubbing his nose on his sleeve. Macaque glared at him with visible disgust, before groaning, wiping his hand on his pants.

“If random shadow portals start showing up everywhere within the next few days, know that it will be your fault.”

#Monkie Kid #LMK S4 Special Spoilers #LMK Spoilers #Monkie Kid Spoilers #fanfic #my writing

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crows-home · 1 year ago

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A little fic about Vince the day before things went to hell. Warnings for mentions of cannibalism, murder, blood.

It will go like this:

[Un]

“What’s this?” Rody will ask, surprised as he looks down at the plate you present him with. You will keep him late, after all the chefs have left for the day. Just the both of you, so you can savor the reaction, all to yourself.

“It’s-” for you. It’s a gift. It’s that ex-girlfriend you can’t shut up about, but who will now nourish you in ways you could never return. It’s all your love, neatly presented. It’s my heart, bared before you. It’s yours. Take it.

“-leftovers.” you will say instead.

[Also on Ao3]

[Deux]

Rody will take the plate, equal parts confused and curious. Tilt his head to the side and hum, like some mutt. He’ll eat it here, in the restaurant, he won’t take it home like he’s been doing all week. You won’t give him the choice.

He’s so stupid- too uncultured to comment on the presentation, but that’s not what you will focus on.

The fork will sink into the meat, into its pre-cut slices, nicely. You will note the way his lips wrap around the utensil, how his eyes will widen as the flavor seeps in. Pupils will dilate and his breath will catch, so clear and damning in the echoing kitchen. You’ll note the way his throat bobs around the swallow, and the way he will grin.

[Trois]

“Vince!” Rody will look at you. His eyes will shine, that warm honey golden brown that haunts your dreams. His gaze is admiring, reverent. “This is amazing!”

You won’t be able to stop the way your heart will thump in your chest, so loud you will wonder if he can hear it. You’ve never been able to so far. Maybe it will be more. Maybe it will beat so fast it’ll leave you feeling winded. How will you cope? You should prepare for that.

“I know.” you will respond, airily, after taking a deep breath.

He’ll dig in, clean his plate with a gusto, the way no one has ever done before. It will disgust you, the way he shoves food in his mouth. Uncultured pig. But beneath the disgust will be a bone deep satisfaction that you’ve never felt before, so you can’t imagine it now.

[Quatre]

While he eats, Rody will look up at you, every emotion clear as day on his face. Like it always is. He’ll be so clearly impressed and grateful and yes, happy. You will have made him happy.

And he would say:

“Whatever you did this time, it really worked. It’s so rich and the spices are blended so well! So moist and the baste is-”

Ah. No, not that. Rody’s not- he hasn’t got a sophisticated palate to have those opinions. He’d probably chew through half a boot without noticing anything wrong.

Maybe…

“They were so wrong about you,” he will look you in the eye. Trusting, honest, raw. Your mouth waters. “Those articles. The critics. You’ve always had it in you. This is just- it’s so good, Vince! I can taste the heart that went into this.”

Yes.

[Cinq]

He’ll ask if there are any more leftovers, desperate and hungry for more. You’ll say no, that’s all you had, just to delight in the disappointment that washes over him. Of course he will- it’s the best thing he’s ever had. He’ll be ruined, after this. He won’t be able to get the taste out of his mouth let alone settle for anything other than your cooking.

Now you know. Now you are able to- to touch people, like this. Touch him like this, in a way you will never experience. That’s a power that you’ll never give up.

So you will tell him no, sorry, that’s all that was left.

“What’s your favorite food, Rody?”

“Hm?”

I’ll make it for you next. There’s plenty of meat left.

“You never told me.”

“Still don’t have one…” He rubs his chin and looks up. Where will the two of you be then? Still in the kitchen? Or will you have this conversation outside, after the dishes are left and as you shut and lock the door behind you? Every thought about her will be so far from his mind as you both leave her- what’s left of her- in the freezer.

“Although,” he’ll smile at you, cheeks flushed and oh so happy. So alive. “I guess tonight my favorite is- whatever you make!”

“Shit!”

The knife slips out of Vincent’s hand and clinks against the tile floor.

He blinks back to himself, away from the daydream, and scowls. His breathing is labored and his face is flushed.

“Always distracting me, even when he’s not around…”

He bends down with a sigh and picks up the knife. He takes extra care to step around the puddles of blood to make it to the sink and rinse it off. Too much blood, so much more than he’s used to, is making things more slippery than he’s used to, but the general process is the same. Second nature for him.

It doesn’t disgust him- what he’s done. Who he’s done it to. Her eyes weren’t the familiar brown he ached for. Her hair was too light, too neat, not the wild, fiery ginger mess that’s been dashing around his dining room. Barely presentable for his job but- it’s soft. Vincent knows it’s soft. His hand remembers the way it felt underneath his skin when he dried Rody off.

Vincent shivers again, and realizes the tap water is still running.

Shutting it off, he makes his way back to the counter. There’s still much to prepare before the day begins.

—

The countdown doesn’t even begin; Rody just had to go snooping where he doesn’t belong.

Now there’s blood, his blood, that fills your mouth. His cartilage, soft and squishy between your teeth. You swallow it down. A piece of him, inside you.

Rody staggers and screams, his expression growing more horrified, pained, disgusted by the second. His eyes go buggy and he brings his left hand up to his wound, he’s crying. No. No, no, no, no-

You think about his smile. His kind, soft, moronic, naive eyes were supposed to be fixed on you, were supposed to find you. It wasn’t supposed to be this way-

He’ll never love you now.

It’s- it’s his fault. All of this. Here you were, trying to do something nice, and he spits it back in your face. It’s not like you were ever going to tell him what [who] he was eating. He could have lived in blissful ignorance. Happy, content, with you-. He would have forgotten about her eventually.

He calls you insane, and he might be right, but he doesn’t have to be so dramatic about it.

Ugh- now he’s accusing you of being a fucking cannibal, Jesus Christ. Imbecile. Your eye almost twitches in annoyance. Of course he’d jump to that conclusion, it’s not like he uses his brain to think for more than two seconds. You ought to take the other ear, for that. Or a finger. A hand.

…An arm. A leg. Your eyes trace his body, slowly.

Did- did his ear taste like anything, going down? You can’t remember. It- maybe it did. Maybe what you need is something meatier.

The girl never would have tasted like anything to you and in hindsight, of course she wouldn’t have. Maybe not even to Rody either. You never loved her, and she never loved you. Rody, though… Rody would be made with all your love. That’s what people talk about, right? That’s what you needed all along.

He comes to the realization at the same time you do. Your eyes meet. Honey brown. Alive, alive, raw.

He’s what you needed all along.

#my writing #dead plate #vincent charbonneau #rody lamoree #IM WORKING ON MY OTHER FICCS I PROMMY!!! i just needed this out of my system #anyway im obsessed. vince what the fuck #i dont see this as romantic but vince probably does #im tired i have work tomorrow morning. gn everyone #somewhat of a vince character study #not really tho bc i had to force myself to end it before i spiralled and this became 10 k words

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cherllyio · 8 months ago

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When The Sky went Quiet - Lego Monkie Kid Fanfic

This is a short fanfic idea i got from @then-be-a-warrior post (here)

TW: Death, Blood and Angst

Wukong didn’t know how he got to the small noodle shop.

All he knew was that he was about to tell a father something a parent should never hear.

And worse, something Wukong was at fault for.

The golden monkey walked inside, and the smell of food and fresh vegetables hit him, yet he didnt seem notice it.

“Wukong, what’cha doing here?”

Wukong wanted to get swallowed up by the ground. How was he supposed to tell him this?

The pig asked again, a little annoyed now.

“Are you just gonna stand there? You’re blocking the costumers- “

Pigsy stopped speaking when he noticed it.

“Where’s…. Where’s MK?”

Wukong tightened his hand around the red bandana, very aware of the warm blood that it was drenched in. He wanted to throw up.

“Wukong, Where. Is. MK”, it wasn’t a question anymore.

The tears that were quickly forming in his eyes were trying to get out, but Wukong couldn’t allow that.

Yet, Pigsy immediately became aware of what Wukong was so desperately trying to hold back. Call It a parental instinct or the love from a parent to their child, but somehow, Pigsy right then and there knew.

The god watched as a despairing realization slowly took over the father, till everything came crashing down.

Everything after that was blur.

Distant yells at Wukong from the heartbroken father, The Scholar overhearing the conversation, who was now sitting quietly, while his glasses were getting foggy with tears. The Dragon Girl, who had come over to the restaurant, to ask why her friend hadn’t come to meet with her like he had promised, and her distant scream shortly after.

Their words seemed to muffle into each other. To create conversations that Wukong only heard from a distance.

“How could you let this HAPPEN?!”, The dragon girl roared.

“My boy… My son…. “The Father said through a croaking voice.

“No… no… no…” The blue sand demon whispered under a quiet breath.

The King’s world was once again destroyed… Destroyed by himself… and for the once left to suffer too.

why … Why…. WHY?!

“We can get him back though… right?”

Wukong finally snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. It was The Scholar, still clearly shaking, but his glasses were cleaner:

“Yo-You broke out of The Underworld and you… You…. You managed to rewrite destiny and not di-die…”

“S-So….” Tang took a deep breath before talking again: “MK can do that too… righ- right?”

The whole room was quiet now. A million pairs of eyes were now on The King. A million pairs of eyes who were so desperate after an answer. A simple confirmation that there was hope… Just a single grand of hope….

But Wukong couldn’t even give them that… Because truly… He didn’t even know if that sort of hope was possible anymore…

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Why is everything so cold? It’s the middle of June.

MK was really confused. He had just been outside, fighting some random demon with The Monkey King when…

Ugh… Why is my memory so foggy?

A cold wind blew around him, sending a chill down his spine.

MK slowly, but surely, opened his eyes to a world that looked very different from what, for MK, was just a few seconds ago.

The world around him was dark and empty. Like he had closed his eyes and could never open them again.

Like he was… dead?

…

Ha! Don’t be silly, MK, you’re not dead!

In an instant the room was lit up by an almost familiar blue light, with the help of a million small cold flames, revealing the true size of the room, if it even could be called that. It felt like its own little pocket dimension if anything.

The ceiling seemed to be non-existent, and he could barely make out the door. A door?

An Exit?

The thought hit him swiftly, before a husky and modulated voice echoed between the walls.

“Welcome”

MK screamed in surprise, while he desperately tried to locate the voice(voices?)

And far, far above him, on gigantic pillars, that MK somehow hadn’t noticed, 10 hooded figures were observing him.

A pure, cold fear ran through the monkey.

“Welcome, Harbinger of Chaos”

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I may or may not conitue this. Depends on if people want it

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quitealotofsodapop · 11 months ago

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Eventually, the family will be forced to move out of that tiny apartment overtop the restaurant. They really don't want to, but by the time the twins come around, the place is already overcrowded between five people that adding two more babies just isn't going to work unless some serious remodeling and magic is done. And remodeling like that would be costly and bring way too much attention. Pigsy will cry when they move to a bigger place, feeling like a dad letting his kid go out into their own place for the first time, and then immediately go back to scolding Wu for dropping an order the next day when he comes in for work

Sadly yes. After the news of impeding twins happens, Wukong and Macaque decide that they've outgrown the noodle shop apartment; no matter how much the golden-furred monkey and the pig cried about leaving it behind.

They manage to spot a decent plot of land half-way between the city and the Monkey Village of Mount Xianhuaguo (where the Shame Temple is).

The price and availability is suspiscious at first... until the couple checks it out and it turns out to be a case of the developer not paying tribute to the mountain's tudigong before clearing the forested plot of land, and abandoning the project when they thought it was cursed/haunted. Typical suspcious business-people.

Wukong has friends in odd places, and manages to reveal the working blueprints for a beautiful, traditional-style home to Macaque on their anniversary that year. Macaque is super touched by the gesture, though he had to make some amendments to Wukong's plan ("We are not having an climbing-rock wall, peaches." "Aww!" "Here's a climbing structure built specifically for curious baby monkeys, it looks like a tree growing through the rooms and it has hiding spots for when they get overstimulated." "OOOoo!" :O!).

The project gets a little away from them before they manage to finally get it all nice and built up before the Eclipse Twins arrive.

When moving day finally comes; Wukong, Tang and Pigsy are sobbing, holding eachother like parents letting their kid finally fly the nest. Sandy is helping them all with the move, having tricked out a version of the TEA for carrying a bunch of furniture. Macaque is too warm and heavy with the twins to do any lifting, so he's helping the kids with their last bits of packing.

Little MK is barely holding it together as he says goodbye to all the empty rooms. Mei suggests carving their names and a wish of good luck to the future tenants into the baseboard of the old nursery (Macaque said no, but he def heard the little dragon claws scratch something into the wood as he turned away). Nezha can't help but feel a little sad that he's leaving the little space he'd come to love - but the thought of sharing a bedroom with "snores like a train"-MK quickly changes his mind. Chenxiang (the most recent addition to the family) feels more nausous than sad, he's only been here a few months and the apartment was starting to become a constant in his life - maybe the new house will be his forever home? Bai He is a little too young to recognise the significance to them all moving, but she immediately wants to Go Now since the monkeys promised that she'd get her own bed and that there would be room for maybe another pet ("KITTY!!!") besides cranky old Pangu the tortoise (who's happy to have an actual garden to roam around in).

Goodbyes are said, addresses saved and shared, and the monkey family finally bid the noodle shop apartment farewell...

Until the next morning, when Wukong jumps from his futon at the sound of Pigsy on the phone yelling to get his butt in gear if he wants to make it into work on time. Wukong smiles at the familiarity.

#the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #sun wukong #liu er mihou #six eared macaque #shadowpeach #lmk aus #shadowpeach being parents #freenoodles being parents

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bluepotion85 · 4 months ago

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 6

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)

Tesoro

He tried to stand up fast after I told him to follow me out of the cage, but the floor was coated in so much liquid he tripped with his step. That cactus syrup did a number on him.

His stomach roars so loudly even I can hear it, but I don't want him leaking his ass pussy juice all over my ship. The smell of it is also strong, a sweet scent that entices me to grab him by the side and take him to my quarters. I resist my urge though.

“We are getting a bath first, then you can stuff that needy belly of yours,”

“I’ve never been so keen to shower before,”

“I have something even better than a shower.”

While the idea of seeing his fatten-up body demolish a restaurant menu or two is enticing, I can’t deny the idea of sharing a bath with him sounds way more rewarding. I will see the fruits of my work in all its glory.

He remained restless on the way to the bathhouse.

“Is it close by?” he asked.

“Close enough, why? You don't want to be seen?”

“I don't care about that, I'm just hungry. The sooner we deal with this the better,”

“Don't worry, after this, we will have a proper meal,”

When we got to the bathhouse, he went straight to the changing rooms. He started to strip right there and there, with no snarky remarks or questions. He just went with it. The guy was hungry, that's for sure.

He speeds for the water right after the last of his clothes hit the floor. I saw him jumping into the water, splashing everywhere while I removed the rest of my clothes.

When I entered the water, he was standing up to leave.

“That was refreshing, now to the restaurant,”

I grab him by the side and throw him back into the water.

“You haven't bathed in weeks, clean properly, you pig,”

“Pfft, fine. I thought you wanted me to be a pig,” he said before diving into the water.

He re-emerges shortly after, floating lazily with his eyes closed. I move closer to him while he relaxes, and I take my time marveling at his body after almost two weeks in the cage.

Where there used to be abs, there now lies a belly that floats over the water. It spills to his sides, taking up more of his frame. I'm hypnotized by it, slowly rising with every breath he takes.

The definition on his arms and legs banished, leaving supple thick sacks of meat decorated by stretch marks.

And yet the one thing that keeps growing bigger than anything is his tits. As big as they were already, from the muscles that he worked for years, they now ballon with a thick layer of fat. They led his step, weighed down by their sheer size, but now they fighting for space with his belly above the water.

He must have gained at least fifty pounds, mostly focused on his chest and ass, a few days of indulgence, and nobody will be able to tell he ever set foot in a gym.

My eyes go to his dick still in its cage, and I wave my hands to take back the ring for now.

He stirs from the movement and looks down to find his released privates.

“Are you going to give me my dick back?”

“You don’t use it anyways, but yes, you can clean it up better this way,”

He smiles at me and sinks back into the water. I immediately pulled him out and said, “You are not allowed to cum. If I see you trying to, I will get you back in the cage with human portions for real,”

“Okay,” he said with a blank face.

To anyone else, he is acting as always, but that glimpse of fear was clear as day for me.

I released him from my grip, and he continued to soak in the warm water.

“How is Luffy and the crew doing?” He asked.

I was surprised he hadn't asked earlier. The straw hats have remained busy thanks to the several missions my team had saved for them.

“They are in Zou. No matter what we ask of them, they keep getting into deeper problems,”

“And-?”

“And then we lost communications with them. Someone forgot to feed the Den Den Mushis,”

“But they were okay?”

“Of course, besides they are the Straw Hats, they will be fine,”

He looked at me inquisitively and sighed.

“They are a handful, but I'm sure they will be fine.”

I have no clue if the Straw hats are even alive or not, but this will keep him calm in the meantime.

“Could you help me wash up my back?” I said.

He looked back at me and replied with squinted eyes, “Can't you wash yourself with your golden hands or something?”

“I don't have golden eyes on my neck. Come on, I will help you afterward.”

“Uggh Fine,” he said.

He moved behind me fast. I don't know what surprised me more, his speed even after gaining so much weight or the fact he moved this fast to scrub my back.

He stays behind me silently. Most likely admiring my wide, muscular build, then he says, “How did you get that star mark?”

This son of a bitch.

“Not everybody knows I came from poverty. I worked myself to the bone to get this far, and that star is the mark that shows I’ve been reborn,”

“I prefer to remember my mission through the scars of battle, but this is also cool,”

His movements are slow and deliberate, scrubbing carefully around the area of the scar. He is transfixed by it, and weirdly, I appreciate this reaction. The scar was there to cover a story of shame and abuse, but he is looking at it with reverence.

Once he moves lower on my back, I can feel his touch change. It lingers longer on my skin, allowing himself to explore the definition of my muscles.

There is an element of conquest in making another man desire you, to crave you in a carnal way. For me, the idea of someone as prominent as Roronoa Zoro, the pirate hunter, the second in command to the Straw hats, reduce to a hedonistic pig that only craves my cock is the ultimate sexual conquest. If he hadn't met me, he might have been a dominant partner. That's why this is the highest testament of my ability to corrupt and please anyone I set my eyes on.

When he’s done, I turn around offering to clean his back. He accepts, and I admire the subtle ring of fat that his chest forms toward his back, it lightly touches his arms in a soft embrace. His rolls are starting to form, pulling down at the base of his back. His flesh molds to my touch, while I run my hands around them. I squish the tender fat and he jolts for a second, as I continue to rub his skin he relaxes letting me continue. These soft rolls of fat might be subtle now, but not for long, pig.

His breath is laborious as he leans back against my embrace. He is enjoying the attention, allowing me to indulge and all I wonder is, how far can I go, how far will he let me push? My first instinct is to grab his side and shake the supple flesh, feel its jiggle under my fingers as he holds a moan that makes my dick stir to life.

I could go further, push him to what I know we both want. It's evident by the smell of the thick liquid emanating from his ass, the smell even here is strong enough to make my body heat up. But there is still more for him to learn before we cross that bridge, the last thing I need is to mess things up if he gets scared from a rushed opportunity.

Grabbing a bucket I splash his back with water and he turns to look at me, his eyes are flooded with need. For almost a week he has been needing release and soon enough I will give it to him. For now, we get out of the bath, dry up, and start to change. I got him a bigger size of the green crop top and sweatpants he had worn before.

"Were you trying to make me do sex back in the cage?" He asked as he put on pants

I couldn't contain my laughter as I replied, “You are really the most innocent man I know, Roronoa Zoro, how could any of that be sex?”

“Because it's supposed to feel good and I cummed.”

“Only you would conclude anything that feels good and leads to cumming would be sex,”

“Then what was it?”

“It's how real men release stress, usually people learn when they're teenagers."

“I was busy learning how to be the greatest swordsman in the world,”

“That's why you've always seemed so stuck up. At least you're more familiar with it now.”

He looked at me, finished dressing up, waiting for me to do the same. While I button my shirt he asks, “Can you hurry up, I'm starving here,”

“Don't rush so much pirate hunter, I will make it up to you for the wait,”

We got into the limo and drove to the Golden Pearl. When we entered the VIP section Zoro sat at the same table we used the first time we came. He is a man of habit, I will give him that.

The waiter takes our order and we wait for the food to arrive. In the meantime, Roronoa attacked the basket of shelled nuts that was placed at our table. At the start, he bit the shells and spit them out as soon as the center was consumed, but as the basket drained he spent more time playing with the shells in his mouth. Could he have an oral fixation?

When the food arrives he goes to town, eating everything in front of me, while before I had to encourage him to indulge he now takes the wild in the gluttony. Belches, groans, moans, and whimpers for more food, become the only sound emanating from this room until Roronoa eats the last plate of food. He seemed to forget that I was even here.

“I ordered something you might like,”

“What would that be?”

“Dessert”

“And what type of dessert?”

“It's mochi, a new recipe that one of our chefs engineered. It holds its texture and flavor for hours,”

“Is that even possible?”

“Everything is possible with money!” I shout enthusiastically.

“Everything except making you discreet,” he said.

He lay on his chair, resting a hand over his belly, and waited for the dessert to arrive.

Minutes later, the waiter came back with the plates. Both our plates have a ball of colorful smoke swirling slowly. The smoke is kept in place by a bubble that the waiter pops with a needle once I signal her. The fumes pours out, revealing the mochi inside.

Roronoa remained bored on his side of the table until the aroma enticed him. The cloud carries the scent of strawberry, cherry, pineapple, watermelon, and more, all in a fruit punch of sorts.

“Good presentation, isn’t it?”

“It’s interesting,” he replied.

He keeps trying to play cool, but I can see him swallowing the drool that pools from his mouth.

“This smoke is just for show. It’s a mix of all the flavors the mochi could have, every piece has a different set,”

“A different set? Shouldn't it be one per piece?”

“Give it a try and see for yourself,” I reply, biting on the mochi.

“The flavor changed,” he said, surprised.

“Every so often, the flavor of the mochi will change. Try to guess each flavor while you eat it.”

His chewing sped up, savoring the soft texture. We stayed there for a while, allowing Roronoa to point out some of the scents in the food. Once his stomach wasn't as full we moved out of the restaurant.

His demeanor is calm during the drive back to my office. He continues to chew on the mochi, his head facing the buildings outside. He is so quiet for once, you could think he is sleeping.

“snore. . .munch. . .snore.”

Wait a minute, I touch his shoulder to see the bastard is asleep, how is he still chewing into the mochi? Is his oral fixation this strong?

“I didn't expect you to enjoy it this much,” I said quietly.

Zoro

At some point on the drive back to his office, I fell asleep, the mochi still fresh in my mouth. I'm impressed with how it retains the same texture since dinner. The flavors it had so far were mostly fruit-based, cherry, and melon, but when we entered the building, it started to change again into matcha.

When we entered his office, I noticed something sitting at the corner of the room. He walked to his desk and started to work while I stood there waiting.

“Aren’t you going to put me back on the wall?”

“Do you want to get back in the wall so soon? I thought you would enjoy to use your legs for a little longer,”

”Cut the crap, you know what I mean.”

“I wanted to reward you since you finally admitted your true nature.”

“The best reward you can think of is not torturing me as much.”

“Would you rather be in the wall?”

“I didn't say that.”

“Perfect, I also got you a new bed, you can sleep there instead of the wall,”

He pointed at the thing resting on the corner. I approached it, and any expectations I had were thrown out the window. It's a plush dog bed the size of a futon.

“You couldn't give me a futon like any normal person?!” I shout.

“This is more in line with you, now be grateful for my generosity and be quiet,”

I am about to retort when he spits his mochi into the baggage bin under this desk.

“Why did you spit it out?! Mine is still feeling fresh,”

“Of course it does. It's supposed to last over eight hours, but I can't wait for that long, and I would choke if I tried to swallow it whole. So the best thing is to get rid of it now,”

He could have given it to me instead of eating it halfway. What a waste.

I throw myself on the dog bed and leave him to work. The bed was so fluffy on my back. I won't say it out loud to him. It's already embarrassing enough that I had to admit I'm a pig, to now also admit I like the dog bed.

While I try to get a nap, another problem becomes apparent. Ever since Tesoro removed the cage, I've been fighting my lust, but my dick hasn't gotten the message. Even when the beads are standing still, when the only food in my mouth is the mochi and my nipples are left alone, my dick remains rock hard, tenting my pants and leaving a dark spot of precum.

My hands drift inside my pants, now saturated with butt juice, drawing closer to my butt cheeks. My ass has also been on overdrive, gushing more liquid as the itch inside me continues to grow. Even when I'm off the wall and out of that damned cage, I’m tormented by this. At least I’m not being starved to death.

I’ll have to take my hands out of my pants, or else I might lose control and cum in front of the golden perv. His threat is still fresh in my head to just ignore it.

“You are not allowed to cum. If I see you trying to, I will get you back in the cage with human portions for real”

Fucking bastard. I can't just go back to the cage. I try to keep my mind focused on the mochi, drawing more of the flavor, ignoring my aching dick. But each bite makes me feel more in need. Fuck what is wrong with me?

“You seem to be pretty frisky,”

“It's all your fault,”

“Is that so?”

“Of course, you got me hooked in all types of weird shit to now leave me hanging,”

“I just showed you stuff everyone already knows. You are the one who can't get enough of it. Let's get you a massage, maybe that will help you relax,”

“Wait, you are just trying to get me back in the cage.”

“What? No, why would- “

He sniffs the air for a second and starts laughing, “Are you so pent up you fear of cumming from the massage?”

“Anyone would be like this after having that cock cage for five days,”

“No, you are like that because your needy dick is just like its owner, it has no satiation,”

I grit my teeth with anger, not only because he is right, this is my fault, but also because If I take his offer, I risk going back to hell. I've been craving those massages for a while now, and this bastard must imagine as much. He is just playing with me after all.

“What about this, if you cum because of me, I won't punish you,”

“Won't count if the massage table makes me go over the edge,”

“It does count if I'm the one who does the massage, besides I think you need more than the massage to cum at this point.”

Unfortunately, he has a point. The last days in the cage proved that I needed more than one type of stimulation to cum. Even in that, my body has turned greedy.

“Fine, let's get this over with.”

With a snap of his fingers, the massage table appears from the floor. The arms are nowhere to be seen.

“You haven't had a massage in a while, you must have a lot of stored tension,” he said.

While I started to undress, my eyes caught Tesoro’s shirt and jacket flying across the room to his desk. When I'm done, I see his shirtless body beside the table, taking away his rings.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“I'm getting ready for the massage. What does it look like?”

“You know what I'm asking!”

“Oh right, you are a poor ignorant pig. Most masseurs use their whole bodies to relieve tension, of course, the table can only use its arms, so get ready for the real deal,”

I roll my eyes and get in position over the table.

He puts the same oil I got used to, but as soon as his hands touch my skin, I notice the difference from the golden hands.

His warm hands move firmly over my feet and calves, releasing all tension. As he goes up to my thighs, he says, “These are bigger now. Is that because of the squatting on the dildo, or from all the food you guzzled at the trough?”

I try to reply, but he grips my thighs, and I have to close my mouth to hold a moan.

“I can't even close my hands around them. Just imagine how much they will grow if you keep eating like that, pig,” he said, gripping my thigh.

The grip on my flesh is strong, rubbing along my leg, slowly moving up until he gropes my asscheeks. He slaps one of them before applying pressure in circles.

I yelp before he says, “And these two, they have fattened up nicely. It must be from all the time you spent sitting on your ass, eating like there was no tomorrow. They already looked great when I saw you hunched over the trough, but now they are even better,”

The more he plays with them, the more I feel the held-back energy in me rising, my penis continues to leak against the table while Tesoro adds, “Maybe this is why your butt has been so hungry for attention, It's grown so much it has an appetite of his own,”

He moves up my lower back leaving my asshole alone Damn it! It does crave more attention. Why am I like this?

Suddenly he climbs over me, his legs at the sides of the table with his pelvis resting over my ass.

“What are you doing? You are going to crush me!” I say, feeling the weight of his body.

“I have easier access to your back muscles and stop complaining. I know you are loving it from how much you are leaking,”

“That doesn't mean anything,”

“It does, just like a dog’s tail when it's happy, you leak profusely the more excited you get. You can't deny it when it's gushing out of you this much,” he says, slapping my butt again.

I can feel him again groping my ass, and the next time he touches my skin, I hear the splash of liquid against my back.

“Did you hear that? All of that was your butt's juice,”

Before I could reply, his elbow crashed against my spine. I feel a crack when his full body applies pressure on me. A wave of stress leaves me, and I can feel my body melting under his weight.

The motions are so strong it makes my body rub against the table, teasing my nipples and cock. Every time he leans forward, I can feel his bulge rubbing against my ass.

“You have a nudge of tension here, or is it just a fat roll? I'm not too sure,” he says, grabbing my belly by the sides.

“It does feel like fat to me, doesn't it pig?”

He leans in closer to my head as he continues to grope and jiggle my flesh. I bite on the mochi, focusing on the flavor and texture, but his words ring in my head all the same.

“You are a natural pig after all. This new flesh must feel good. All of it was made from pleasure, meant to give pleasure,” he says.

He continues to explore my body from behind. Resting more of his body against mine. He gropes my chest, saying, “And these jugs, ready to be milked! they are so fat and juicy, Do you have any idea how they bounce as you walk?”

His fingers flicker the stamps on my nipples, and I moan deeply.

“Your nipples seem bigger. Who would have thought they would adapt so well to the nipple stamps,” he says before he pulls on them.

I huff for air after a loud moan escapes me. He removes his hands from my chest, moving away from me before rubbing his palms over my neck. My body is almost at the tipping point when he moves his hands lower on my body. He parts my butt cheeks, and I feel his fingers teasing my entrance.

“Your pussy is so lubricated, it doesn't mind me just entering,”

“Pussy? what are you talking ab-?”

My words were cut short when his fingers entered me in a single shove. I felt the shot of pleasure making me see white.

The cold touch of the golden hands pales compared to this. I whimper, feeling the need for him to go deeper, to scratch that itch in the deepest of my being.

While the golden hands massaged me, slowly pushing against the flesh like a simmer. Tesoro goes for a more aggressive approach, going straight to boil. His fingers go in and out of me, taking their time rubbing the deepest point inside of me.

I feel my ass contracting against his fingers, yearning for him to touch more, to go deeper, to make me cum sooner. My brain starts to go haywire, looking for the chance to cum, and before I notice, my ass is pushing back against his hand.

Suddenly, he stops and I continue to push myself until he says, “Tell me you want it,”

I'm brought back to reality with that, and I chew on the mochi as I try to fight the need. But I can feel his fingers so close to the point that makes me jolt with pleasure, if he just pushes just a little more, I would cum. So, in the silence of the room, with no other witness but ourselves, I said, “Please, make me cum,”

At that, he immediately assaulted my ass like nothing ever before. I yelled as his fingers ravaged that spot, rubbing aggressively. The flood of heat from my ass and the flavor in my mouth were too much to take. It doesn't take long for me to feel my balls rise and my ass clench as I cum against the table.

Between mouthfuls of mochi, my moans flew out. They were so loud and deep that I wasn't sure if someone could hear them outside the room.

When my body finishes trembling from the pleasure, he pulls out of me.

“Let me know whenever you need help, and I can give you another one of those,” he said as he licked his fingers and moved away from the table.

My body feels so relaxed, so empty of all worries or stress, that I end up falling asleep at the massage table. When I wake up, Tesoro is already cleaned up and back in his usual clothes.

“Finally awake, I thought for a second that you would sleep there for the rest of the night,” he said.

“Of course not, I still have to finish my mochi,” I replied.

I see Tesoro left a towel beside the massage table, using it to clean the excess oil off my body. I put my clothes back on and drop on the dog bed.

I spent the rest of the night chewing on the mochi, my mind lingers on the reality of my situation. My body has gotten used to the constant barrage of stimulation, the release of energy, and the touch of the miserable golden bastard.

Every second of it makes me seethe with anger, but what irritates me the most is how much my body craves it.

I have allowed my stomach and dick to take control of my decisions. At least I can keep some pride in winning Tesoro's challenges. Eventually, I fell asleep, waiting for him to finish whatever he was doing.

My eyes open, and I see the floor moving underneath me. As my eyes refocus, I see Tesoro is carrying my limp body over his shoulder. But I'm so tired, my eyes close again thinking it must be a dream of sorts.

When I open them again I'm back on the dog bed, but looking around me, I notice this is no longer Tesoro’s office. The golden finger did move me.

“Where did you take me? isn't it late already?”

“We are in my quarters,” he said calmly.

A part of me was annoyed at his audacity, but the bed was fluffy and my eyes were heavy. So I decided to worry about this tomorrow. As I continued to chew on my mochi, I leaned my head against the plush of the bed and let sleep take over. After so many restless nights in the cage, I can finally have a good night of sleep again.

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thorneswife · 5 months ago

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ok hear me out. scarlet x emilie or whatever her name was

it’s all the little pieces of you

an Émiliet ficlet

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Honestly. Gilles’s restaurant is a pig’s sty. Scarlet huffs in disgust as she flings the wet rag in her hand down at the table. It’s a waste of time cleaning the tables between customers when the tables have grime an inch thick embedded in the wood.

Someone hollers and the glasses rattle. She glances up from the disgusting table top to see Roland and his gang of thugs are present this fine afternoon. She rolls her eyes. It’s way too early in the day to be as drunk as they are right now. Émilie scurries over to Scarlet beaming. She weaves her way through tables effortlessly. The woman is taller than Scarlet and has the most enchanting golden curls. She tugs on Scarlet’s arm in greeting.

“Mon amour Scarling! Gilles sent me to tell you he hasn’t forgotten about you and the univs.”

Scarlet settles her hand over both of Émilie’s. “He’s a rat and you know it.” She growls.

“He is my employer.” Émilie chastises. Her tone is soft though and no harm is meant.

“He asks me to help out while he runs around like a chicken with its head cut off and sends you to appease me. My verdict stands.”

Émilie tuts disapprovingly but there is a sparkle of mirth in her big eyes.

Scarlet finds herself staring suddenly transfixed by Émilie’s pink lips. They are very pink. Very pouty. The pretty waitress flips a golden curl over her shoulder. She pauses, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, Scarling? Do I have something stuck in my teeth?”

Scarlet shakes her head.

Émilie runs a thumb over her lips thoughtfully.

Scarlet catches herself watching and feels her face heat a degree or two.

She feels longing deep in the pit of her stomach. It's not an unpleasant sensation but it is an unwelcome one. One she refuses to pursue. Émilie is her friend. Only her friend.

That sensation and the thoughts that accompany it aren’t allowed.

Émilie chatters away about this handsome customer or that one. She goes into detail about the compliments she’s received today and the tips. Scarlet isn’t listening but she arches an eyebrow anyway, pretending to pay attention. Émilie doesn’t care either way. She hugs Scarlet close and prattles on.

Scarlet is on her way back to the kitchen when it happens.

“Take a load off Émilie! Rest your feet.”

Scarlet sees it out of the corner of her eye.

Roland grabs hold of Émilie’s arm. “I mean it. Take a seat right here with me. Gilles won’t mind. It’s just for a moment.”

One of his vile friends pats the seat next to him and leers.

Roland is a big blonde man but Scarlet has no doubt that she could take him in a fight.

He reaches up to stroke Émilie’s long golden curls. He flicks her on the nose. Émile jolts away in surprise. He laughs raucously and his friends join in.

Without warning, he wraps his arm around her waist and tugs her into his side. Émilie makes a sound of protest but Roland doesn’t care. Scarlet sees white. Heat rushes to her face and blood pounds in her skull. In a heartbeat, she grips the arm holding Émilie, her nails biting into his skin.

“She has work to do.” Scarlet growls.

Roland winces and withdraws his arm. He glares up at Scarlet, lips peeling back to bare his teeth. “Get your hands off of me Scarlet Benoit! If that crazy old hag never thought to teach you manners, I will.”

She freezes, fingers extended mid drawing them away.

“Say that again?”

Roland sneers. “She’s crazy Scar. Always has been.”

She slaps him. Hard. “Say that about my Grand-mére again!”

Roland tips back in his chair crashing into the dirty floor. He scrambles to his feet glaring and spitting profanities. “I’ll teach you that lesson!”

His friends are on their feet as well.

He’s a big man—the biggest of his associates—and towers above her. She tenses for a fight.

Her fists curl for a strike. “Try it!”

He yanks her up by the collar of her hoodie. She yelps in protest. Roland swings his fist for her face but she catches the blow.

Émile shoves her way between them. “Mon dieu! Roland!”

She shoves her delicate hands into his chest pushing him backwards and he edges away looking unsure all of a sudden. He straightens his spine, shakes his blonde hair out. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth Scarlet.”

“I can beat your ass! Don’t want your little friends to see you lose?”

He sneers, “Keep going. See what I do.”

“You’re pathetic—“

Émilie is quick to de-escalate again. She hooks an arm through Scalet’s elbow and drags her backward towards the kitchen.

“Enjoy your meal, Roland!” She’s forcing a cheery smile.

Émilie shoves her through the swinging kitchen door. Scarlet stumbles on the slick linoleum. She catches herself on Émilie’s shoulder.

The blonde ushers her over to a short table by the wall and out of the way of the hustle and bustle. She presses down on Scarlet’s shoulder to make her sit.

Scarlet refuses to be subdued. “You heard what he said! You heard him!”

“Yes I did, but Scarling, Roland is an idiot, a drunk, and a brute. I know your grandmother. I know you. And—“ She takes both of Scarlet’s hands in her own, soothing her thumbs along the redhead’s wrists. “You don’t need to prove anything. People who love her know it too.”

Scarlet swallows with difficulty. Her throat is suddenly sand dry. Her skin burns where Émilie’s hands cover it.

She likes the way those hands feel.

Émilie strokes a palm along Scarlet’s cheek. “I know that idiot upset you.”

Scarlet swallows again, she rises off of the low table, still gripping one of Émilie’s hands. “He tried to touch you.”

“And I wouldn’t have let him.”

Scarlet’s anger doesn’t cool. In fact, it heightens. Her face blazes and color blooms high in her cheeks. She wants to push back through the swinging doors and show Roland a thing or two about manners.

“He deserves to be locked up! To be beaten! To be strung out and lashed!” Émilie tucks a strand of hair behind Scarlet’s ear. She smiles sweetly. “Merci Scarlet. Merci.”

Scarlet grits her teeth against that heat in the pit of her stomach. It stems from anger at Roland but it’s more than that. She’s furious at him—but not even that explains the fire in her belly.

Scarlet wants something.

She can’t admit to herself what.

She refuses to.

“You need to be more careful Émilie. Beautiful women like you make men lose their heads.”

“Oh is that all?” Émilie quirks an eyebrow. “Yes. Yes, I’ll be careful.”

Scarlet scowls unconvinced. She grabs her hand firmly, catching Émilie’s gaze with her own. “I mean it.”

Émilie pauses.

She takes in Scarlet’s fierce expression. Something shifts in her face, something softens. “I will be careful Scarling. Just for you.”

Scarlet feels her neck redden. All the possessive energy and need she feels calms.

She settles for the feel of Émilie’s palms against her flushed skin. She settles for the dip of those sweet dimples in Émilie’s pretty face. She settles for her mere presence.

It’s enough because it has to be.

#I love how the prompt was literally just “anything”#my ask box is open!#Émiliet #Scarlet/Émilie #Scarlet Benoit & Émilie Monfort #Angst #Rieux Tavern #Pre-Scarlet #Possessive Scarlet Benoit #Friendship #Unresolved Romantic Tension #Scarlet Benoit #Émilie Monfort #tlc fanfiction #the lunar chronicles #tumblr asks

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buffetlicious · 1 year ago

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These Baked Prosperous “Pig-Me-Up” Ju Zai Golden Piglet Mooncakes by Ju Dim Sum Restaurant are not cheap at all. They cost S$44 for a pair and S$88 for four pieces! Better still, just go for their signature Teochew Orh Nee Pumpkin Mooncakes which look impressive in the video.

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East Ocean Teochew Restaurant (东海潮州酒家) with their popular Teochew style Crispy Yam Mooncakes (酥皮芋泥月饼) in standard and mini sizes. We grabbed a box of their mini deep-fried taro mooncakes during the early bird promotion. Also available are traditional baked mooncakes which we had not tried before.

These are the mooncake boxes on display at Janice Wong. Beside baked and snowskin mooncakes, she also has chocolate mooncakes for sale. Beryl's Chocolate has a stall selling what else but Chocolate Mooncakes. I leave you with these mooncakes from La Levain as it is about time to go collect my own mooncakes from across the street.

Beside mooncakes, Lanterns (灯笼) are also part of our Chinese culture during Mid-Autumn Festival (中秋节). The simplest form here is the foldable paper types while the cellophane lanterns are the prettier ones. Though in recent years, battery operated plastic lanterns are getting more common but nothing beat lighting up a candle and seeing it flickering in the breeze.

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scavengerssuccotash · 10 months ago

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What are our two master assassins plans for valentines day???

Hey there! Thanks for asking!

Clint’s a big softie. He’s got that whole golden retriever dopey smile goofball aspect with a large helping of hopeless romantic, so it’s no wonder that he goes all out on Valentine’s Day for his romantic partners.

I’m talking bouquet of roses, nice jewelry, lingerie and reservations at a Michelin star restaurant kind of guy. He always has been which was only exacerbated as he got older and really who doesn’t like being showered with expensive gifts on Valentine’s Day? What girl wouldn’t, right?

Well…

Natasha.

Their first Valentine’s Day as a couple Clint had a bouquet of roses delivered to her home, with a note that said,

Wear something red. 8:00, sharp.

Now, Natasha doesn’t do grand gestures and she certainly doesn’t do declarations of love either. She’s a very practical woman. Besides everyone knows Valentine’s Day is an overly commercialized day by Big Chocolate and Hallmark. Be it her upbringing, her internalized fear of falling in love or a combination of both, Natasha took his bouquet of roses and tossed them into the trash. Clint spent that Valentine’s Day eating alone. (He wasn’t going to waste that reservation. The chocolate mousse was divine.)

He actually narrated his entire meal through (admittedly) passive aggressive texts.

I know your fingers get cold because you have poor circulation in your hands, which is why I requested them when I made the reservation. More hot towels for me.

(Along with a picture of what Natasha could only guess were two middle fingers hidden behind towels. The idiot must’ve asked the waiter to take the picture. She honestly had to laugh at this because he winked during it and she knows that it wasn’t entirely out of malice but it was clear that he was a little hurt.)

Still though, the texts continued well into the night, until Natasha actually regretted not going. She showed up at his door when he got home and apologized.

“I spooked.”

A lengthy talk in the bathtub later, they make a deal. Next Valentine’s Day they’ll take it slower and have a less flashy day. They spend the next one in Bosnia and spend the day holed up in their safe house. The next in Hawaii. (Clint convinces Nat to abuse their hotels room service and pig out in their robes before spending the rest of the day alternating between the ocean, hot tube, shower and bed.) Gradually over time Nat gets better at accepting Clint’s more romantic gestures.

Today, they are participating in the time old tradition of eating out, renting a swanky hotel, and exchanging small gifts. Clint gifted Nat a pendant necklace that doubles as a reservoir for poison or perfume.

“See? Multi-purpose.”

Nat gifted Clint with concert tickets to a band he really loves and a surprise appearance by his gift from last year.

“And…”

“And?”

“Something red and lacy.”

(I got so inspired by this ask 😭 definitely gonna try and pop out a Valentine’s Day fic this weekend!)

#ask me #valentines day #clint barton #hawkeye #clintasha #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel #personal #fandom

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zacharyja · 5 months ago

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Sunday, June 16, 2024

Exploring Kyoto, Nijo Castle and Kyoto Tower

Goodmorning, today began at about 9:15 with a brisk shower and a swift change of clothes before heading over to the Hongan-ji temple area again, this time within the operating hours. Once here we were all impressed by the stunning beauty of the temples here. I was glad that we were able to actually go inside of this temple, as many only allow you to view from the outside. This allowed for some really great up close views of the interior which all are insanely extravagant and donned with golden finishes. This complex was pretty massive and included quite a few different temples, all of which were massive and quite the sight for sore eyes.

While here we realized we had reservations for a mini pig cafe and had to quickly head over to the bus stop to make it to Shijo Kawaramachi in time. We got there about a minute late but it was okay as they were not mad at us thankfully. We were then escorted up to the second floor where all the pigs were hanging out, they gave us a blanket to cover our legs and then the pigs seemingly instinctually came over and sat in our laps. The pigs were very adorable and were surprisingly cuddly. They were all chewing on something the entire time which seemed to calm them down a bit. The pigs were a lot of fun though I felt kind of bad for them as many had chewed up ears and we even saw two of them get into a bit of a tussle and according to the employee they are not exactly friends.

Following this we headed over to Nijo castle, and this was my second time here so I do not have a whole lot to say other than it was pretty nice to see for a second time though not much changed (and hasn’t since 1603). But being at the former residence of the first Tokugawa shogun always feels remarkable.

After walking through the palace and viewing the castle grounds, we made way for Kyoto Tower, which is not very tall in contrast to the Tokyo Skytree that we just visited. Though it was nice to get to see all of Kyoto from the top of a very tall tower (130 meters, by no means small but is dwarfed by the 630 meter Skytree). The view was cool but I can only be impressed by so many observation towers, as eventually swathes of city from above just look the same. This one was pretty cool though as it was lower and you could make out more of the buildings. We were able to see Toji temple and the Hongan-ji temples from a birds eye perspective and I was a fan of that (pictured below).

After viewing Kyoto from above, we went back to the hotel to rest up for a bit before getting dinner. We were all decently hungry and since it was father’s day we decided to go out somewhere nice, this consisted of me searching for a nice Teppanyaki place somewhere nearby. I found one that had good reviews and looked good that was about a 15 minute walk away inside a hotel within Kyoto station. It was rather tricky to find the place and we ended up having to ask for help, though we made it eventually. Once at the restaurant we were treated pretty nicely and given a seat in front of one of the grills, we then picked out our set course for the meal and ordered a drink.

I ordered the wagyu steak course which came with Citrus flavored Salmon Confit with Cervelle de Canut and Caviar that melted in my mouth like warm butter, Potato Potage soup, specially selected Japanese Kuroge Wagyu Beef Filet, various grilled vegetables, salad, garlic steak rice, miso soup, Japanese pickled vegetables, and a dessert consisting of mandarin oranges on vanilla and raisin ice cream. This meal was phenomenal and it was really fun to watch the chef meticulously prepare everything for us, my dad and brother even ate prawn brains which seemed kind of gross to me. The restaurant also had a great view of Kyoto Tower at night when it was all lit up, very cool experience overall!

Once we finished our meal, we headed down and went back to the hotel to get some rest.

#japan

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Bone Servant Au

Hey everyone!! Im so glad so many of you enjoyed my Bone Servant Au! Thanks for sticking around!!

This is part one of a two part story.

Taking place after DBK’s corruption by LBD(s1 ep10), Wukong’s fears and worries get the better of him after Mk’s explaining what happened to his sworn brother. Mk gets so annoyed and angry with his dad that he spoke in anger at both his parents…

Enjoy the story and stay tune for part 2!

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“I don’t know what to do, guys! Dad has been so over protective of me since the whole thing with DBK!” Mk said as he took a sip of his smoothie. Giving a ‘Im Sorry I mentioned your dad’s embarrassing situation’ look at Redson. He just shrugs and Continues to drink his beverage.

“I don’t know, Mk. Maybe your dad has a point…that blue thingy you told us about really spooked the others…especially your dad.” Mei replied at she sat on the side of her bike. ”Even Gramps told me to be back by 5 and he’s normally very chill”

“From what I researched from the tomb, it had a familiar power from the outside but in the tomb there were scriptures explaining what the creature was.” Redson said catching the attention of both Mei and Mk. “But the writing is faded it had to have been there for more than 100 years give or take”

“Ok sure that creepy blue thing is out and about but my dad is literally on my ass spying on me everywhere! Watch..” As soon Mk finished he looked at a hawk that sat on top of a building. The golden color hawk looked flabbergasted and flew down at an alleyway, revealing the disguised king, gazing at his son.

Mk groans while Red son and Mei stare at each other. The king made his way to his son, niece and nephews. “Hey kiddos! What you three up to?” Wukong asked as Mk looked away embarrassed. “We were just hanging out” Mei awkwardly told Wukong. “Oh well….that’s good”

“Yea Dad…we’re just chilling…”

“Aaand are you done with work for the day?”

“Gee I don’t know….am I? Tell me dad am I?”

Wukong looked nervous at his son as Mk looked furious at his father.

“WELL, it’s been fun guys but Im gonna head out… see ya guys later” Mk said while dragging his dad away from his friends and from the public eye. His friends looked at one another worried about their friend/cousin. “Noodle Boy may not understand what is happening… but this power that is free is very dangerous…” Red son says as he gets ready to leave.

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“DAD, ARE YOU INSANE?! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?!”

“First of all don’t shout at me, Im your father. Second im just looking out for you…”

The father son duo kept arguing as the pig demon kept an eye on them in Mk’s room in said person’s house. He was worried that thing might go out of hands. “Brother Baije” the chef turned his head to see a beautiful lady with pink hair and in a modern day outfit. “Sister, Thank gods you’re here….they came in in this angered state; I hate to leave you with them like this but my restaurant-“ the woman held Pigsy’s shoulders. “Go, don’t worry.” Pigsy leaves and The woman enters the room closing the door.

“What is going on here?” She asked both father and son. They looked shocked to see her.

“Rinrin what are you-“

“Brother Baije called” Rinrin said in her true form, a pink monkey demon with long hair and tail.

“Mom, Dad keeps invading my privacy. He’s been on my ass for weeks!”

“Xiaotian, don’t disrespect me!”

“But you are!”

“ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU!” Rinrin yelled at the two. “Both of you calm down. Please...Xiaotian, you understand your father is looking out for you, yes?”

“Yeah but-“

“One moment…Wukong I understand what you want to do but Xiaotian is capable to protect himself from whoever and if he’s in trouble hell call us”

“But Rinrin” Wukong gets close to his wife and he whispers to her alone. “If the Lady Bone Demon captures Xiaotian too…I would never forgive myself...” Wukong looks at her eyes and grabs her hands.

“Dad Im asking to give me space!”

“I get it, Xiaotian but its too dangerous for you to be out and about”

“Wukong..”

Mk glared at his father. He can’t believe how much his dad distrust him so much. Like sure when he was a kid his parents didn’t leave him alone since he was a kid. But now? He’s 16! He can fend for himself and he has powers of his own given to him by his dad. He felt hurt.

“Dad just tell me truth… tell me you don’t trust me”

“What? No no no of course not! I trust you, Mk”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU NOT LETTING ME BREATH?!” Mk shout at Wukong with tears in his eyes. “THATS THE ONLY REASON!! I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF! I GOT RUYI JINGU BANG!! I GOT YOUR POWERS!!” As Mk yelled he took out his staff set it next to his bed

“XIAOTIAN THATS NOT WHAT IM GETTING AT”

“THEN WHAT!!”

The king bit his cheek. Mk wasn’t ready for this level of threat, that’s why he protects him so much. He isn’t letting the story repeat itself. He lost Liu’er, his little brother he wasn’t going to lose his son!

“…So… it’s like that, huh?”

“Mk-”

“You know what forget it… You don’t trust me…that’s fine”

Wukong looked at his son, a bit hurt by what he was hearing.

“You don’t trust me…and feel that you made the wrong choice”

“What” both his parents said in unison at their child’s claim.

“Yeah that you choose the wrong successor, the wrong kid to be your child…”

It hurt him to see his parents like that but he couldn’t help but telling them how he felt

“Xiaotian…No no no baby… We never made the wrong choice…we made the best choice of our lives” Rinrin told her son with tears in her eyes. “We love you, Xiaotian…” she grabbed her son’s face

“You were never a wrong choice, not as a successor…nor as our child” Wukong told his son next to his wife

“Then why does it feel that I was!” Mk shouted at his dad.

“You’re not, MK…You’re our pride and joy…you’re our kid-”

“YOUR NOT MY DAD!!”

His parents were in shock at his comment. Mk realized what he shouted and removed his mother’s hand from his face. He heard his mother sob as he went to the window of his room.

“X-Xiaotian, Wh-here are you going?”

“Out…too cool off”

“Xiaotian don’t go-”

“Why?! So you can stalk me more?!”

“Xiaotian, Its not like that…L-lets talk-“

“N-Not now…Leave me be…”

With that Mk jumped out of his window and turned into a hawk and flew away. With tears in his eyes he heard his father in the distance.

“XIAOTIAN COME BACK! XIAOTIAN!! SON!!!”

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Mk landed in a dark part of the city, in a sketchy alleyway behind a theater. He didn’t knew where he was but he didn’t care he just wanted to be alone, to calm down and apologies to his parents. He said all that at the heat of the moment.

“IM SUCH A SCREW UP!!” Mk yelled as he punched a metal barrel leaving a dent. He didn’t care who heard him. “…Im…Im a horrible son…Dad didn’t deserved that…Gods Mom has to be crying a lot…I’ve never seen dad so broken before…Heh who would’ve thought that the Monkey King could end up like that?”

Unbeknownst to Mk, a Shadowy figure appeared behind him, holding a small lantern, hanging from a small pole in his hand. His dark chuckles was heard by the young prince, he froze at the chuckle.

“Hehehe ehh, not me that’s for sure~”

The boy turned around and faced the man before him. He looked similar to his dad but darker colors and wore a dark cloak with red clouds.

“D-Dad?”

Hehe that’s a new one… many people confuse me with Wukong…no one has called me Dad before…or none that I know of~ but we’d be here all day so~”

With that the mysterious figure made the lantern float and made it glow a purple light. It blinded Mk’s sight, he covers his eyes as the light grew.

“Sorry kid…nothing personal…this issue has nothing to do with you but with Sun Wukong…so do me a favor and rest”

And with that the light that shone brightly at the young prince disappeared. Leaving a mark on the ground where the prince once stood.

“Now…we wait for Sun Wukong” The dark figure spoke as his eyes went from a familiar golden glow to a icy blue color.

#lego monkie kid #lego sun wukong #lmk au #lego macaque #six eared macaque #bone servant au #lego mk #sun wukong #qi xiaotian #lmk lady bone demon #liu er mihou #lmk red son #red son #lmk mei #long xiaojiao #lmk pigsy #zhu bajie

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