#his natural environment fr

[ratatatastic]

a beautiful story in many parts

Training Camp 24 | 9.26.24 (x)

[whoskimii]

Hello how ya doing? I'd like to req smth if you'd please. Could you do a Megumi x reader fic? Where the reader is a new student (maybe joined weeks after Nobara) and they're super shy and they rarely come outta their room except for trainings, missions etc. And it was during one mission with the first years that reader started bonding with them more and so the four of them start to hang out more and reader slowly expands her comfort zone or smth and Megumi always makes sure they're comfy outta the comfort zone. This seems ooc but I hope you get the idea thanks!

thank you for the ask baby! i hope you're gonna like it <33

⋆౨ৎ˚ notes > megumi x you. megumi is just a grumpy sweetheart fr. you're shy ^^ tell me if i missed anything!! ^^ ౨ৎ warning : you may have butterflies in your belly while reading this!! 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

you never considered yourself as someone who was necessarily outgoing. ever since you were a little child, you've always found peace in being alone. not lonely, just alone.

you liked not having to interact with people. let's be real, your social skills weren't that great, but you still managed. it's not like you lived in a cave, anyway.

you were just introverted, like almost half of the world population. it was not that big of a deal.

however, you were really shy. it was something that you couldn't deny. sometimes, you'd look at extroverted people or just people with great communication skills and you'd envy them. before remembering that nothing was wrong with your shy nature.

but when you arrived at a new school as a new student, your shy personality multiplied. you didn't know anyone there.

you felt like you didn't belong here. and especially because there were only a few students, you were being looked at. stared at. watched. people knew each other here, so of course the newest addition was the new interest.

however, the silly white-haired man, who introduced himself as your teacher at your arrival assured you that you'd eventually make friends. hey, his students were kind after all ! they'd take you under their wing at some point. "just wait." he told you.

so in the meantime, you just stuck with him. or he stuck with you actually. gojo found your demeanor endearing. sure, his personality was the total opposite but he'd adapt to you. he didn't want his new student to feel bad in their new environment.

eventually, he learned to calm down and chill when he was around you. his hyperactivity toned down, as surprising as it was.

but you still felt weird. you hung out with your teacher. because you didn't have any friends yet. that was definitely embarrassing for you.

gojo quickly noticed. he wasn't a fool. so he let go a little and left you alone, only checking on you when you were in your dorm.

you should be thankful that he let go a little, because hanging out with your literal teacher can be a little humiliating. however, it was even worse when gojo left you on your own because you didn't have anyone else to hang out with. you were alone again. and you didn't like being alone in front of others. you felt judged.

so you barely left your dorm. you only got out for training sessions and missions. and it was enough for you. you just didn't find anything interesting to do alone, anyway.

however, during a particularly rough mission with the first years, you got closer to megumi, yuuji and nobara. before that mission, you knew the trio and even thought they were intimidating.

yuuji literally cohabited with the king of curses himself, megumi seemed always unfazed by everything and nobara was confident.

but they didn't bite. you noticed it during that mission. a curse almost got you but megumi helped you and yuuji took care of the creature on his own. nobara was still fighting.

so, you eventually became part of their little trio. you were now a quartet. as for your silly teacher, you grew used to his overwhelming personality and even liked it. gojo could be serious when needed.

you began to hang out with them and that's when you finally felt like you belonged to jujutsu high. you even felt home because they were here. you looked up to them and they looked out for you.

you were the most grateful for megumi. despite his reserved nature, he always tried to make you feel safe no matter where you were. when the little group was around big crowds, he'd always wrap his hand around the back of your neck to guide you and not to lose you. and you were the reason for his new little habit. nobara, yuuji and gojo would always look at you two with a little smirk.

"you guys comin' ?" yuuji called, eager to watch the latest movie with jennifer lawrence. "give us a minute." nobara sighed as she rolled her eyes. "go ahead, we'll catch up to you." gojo nodded towards yuuji, hands in his pockets.

yuuji didn't need to be told twice and disappeared into the sea of people. after a minute, you made your way through the crowd with your friends. it was easy to find your way since your teacher was taller than most people.

but your heart skipped a beat as you felt megumi's hand wrap around yours sneakily. his fingers intertwined with yours and he held onto your hand tightly. you looked up at him, expecting him to be already looking at you but he was looking forward. was that a little rosy tint on his cheeks or were you seeing things ? "hold tight." he murmured. your hand instinctively clutched around his.

you weren't going to let go for a second.

[cdroloisms]

Cdream be like: You can't put yourself in the Prison anymore bc of the woke >:(/lh

That man is a mess like it's facinating how messy his vision of reality is for others and himself

it is fascinating fr, and does remind me of how we'd talk a little bit about how his perspective may betray what kind of environment this guy might've been in pre-dsmp. the stick-up-his-ass about rules and rule-following, the neuroticism about conflict, and the ease with which he jumps to punishment as being the appropriate response to people who cause problems (a perspective that, quite evidently, to a certain extent, does apply to himself, doesn't it?) all seems quite indicative of someone who lived in an environment where punishment being the natural consequence of stepping outside the lines was generally something that went unquestioned. of course, this is speculative, and it's not that a #tragicbackstory is necessary to explain what the fuck is up with c!Dream, and it's hardly about justifying the choice to abuse a teenager into behaving, lmao. but while exile served his goals and exile was a lot of petty, spiteful cruelty for petty, spiteful reasons, i do think there's something to be said about how clearly c!Dream hadn't expected c!Tommy to respond quite so severely to exile and how he thought he would be "fine" with potatoes in the prison and the language he used both about exile and his own early prison stay about shit like "getting better" through punishment. of course, punitive justice as a norm is kind of ingrained in our own society (just look at the rhetoric around deserving in this fandom, lmao, which speaks more than well enough for itself) and of course that reflects onto the dream smp as well, considering how many of the characters talk quite freely about the idea of punishment/deserving/what have you, but few characters are quite as obviously a stickler for rule-following as c!dream and exile and then prison are uhhh definitely on the more extreme end of things. anyway. just some food for thought

[missmarveledsblog]

Angel night ( frank castle x reader )

Summary : Frank comes home to thinking his angel is in danger only to realise that she has had a nightmare . he makes sure to comfort his girl . this like part of what i will be calling the angel verse  of our beloved bad ass punisher and his equally bad ass sarcastic ball of sunshine that is y/n " angel" murdock . 

warnings : angsty fluffy fun , frank being a teddy bear ( i love making big bad ass men teddy bears) . i have a smutty version post soon . 

A year to the night of when he first met angel probably would of been laughable if someone told him he would fall head over heels in love with a murdock but yet now here he was coming home to their shared apartment.

Coming back to the place he once deemed just that the place he slept and lived in , was now a home . each part has some sort of reminder of the woman that brought sunshine and light into the dark hole he felt his life become. He never thought he could love again , find a second chance to be the happiest he's ever been and yet here he was smile on his face looking around his home  even if he was bloody and bruised after spending few days with said woman's annoying older brother . that smile soon faded , like he could clock something was wrong . his angel didn't come to greet him like she always did no matter what time of the night or day he got back  . a familiar chill ran down his back as he inspected the place nothing seemed to be touched it should of calmed his fears knowing if she was under some sort of threat she would leave evidence of such an event . yet when her screams hit his ear sent him into action mode straight through to the bedroom expecting to see the worst .

Gun drawn he looked around for the threat like it was second nature then he saw her face. That told him everything he needed to know , the pain on her face as she moved in the bed , the sweat on her forehead. She was having a nightmare and a bad one at that.

" angel" he called soft and gentle hoping the tone could change the course of her dreams which sometimes works or wake her from the hell she was trapped in . he went to move forward only for her to shoot up gasping and panting for air tired confused eyes trying to make sense of the environment before locking on him.

" fr-frank you're ok? Please say you're ok" she pleaded voice filled with heartbreak and fear . asking him instead of confirming it was just a nightmare. It broke his heart seeing her so sorrowful like she was still trying to distinguish reality and dream . He didn't speak partially because he was relieved she wasn't under some threat or worse . wordlessly he took off the tactical gear he was wearing before lifting her in his arms letting her heartbroken sobs soak into the shirt he was wearing . sitting her on their sofa and kiss to her head he went to the kitchen. Chuckling at the burnt pot soaking into the sink . He began making the hot chocolate one she enjoyed most during a bad times ,which this deemed to be one of those . Making his more irish , he carried the cups into the living room deal with the clean up in the morning right now it really wasn't important. Handing her the cup and placing his own on the coffee table noticing the shivers down her body , instantly sitting on the sofa and pulling her into his lap wrappin the comforter around her body .

" you're ok" she repeated like it was all she could say .

" i'm ok , i got you sweet girl" he kissed her head holding her a little tighter . Not a word spoken nor was he going to ask , he knew when she was ready she would. Taken her from the room to ground herself and let her just bare her senses . let her ground herself after the trauma her unconscious inflicted. It was bad he knew as much her nightmare never spilled out physically or made her scream that loud. Soft touches and kisses reminding her he was there keeping her safe from the unseen monsters. Waiting til she was ready if she ever was ready to talk about it either way he was there for her.

An hour of silence , an hour of just feeling him under her touch knowing he was actually there. At first it felt like a trick of her mind , the dream was so vivid that real life seemed as it was the dreamland . finally finding her voice she lifted her head eyes looking into his , scanning his face like it was another thing she need to do to definitely be sure .

" they got me , i don't know how but when my eyes opened i was in the dingey room , i could actually smell the damp and mould , it was so real i could feel the binds around my wrist" she said lip trembling as she rubbed the skin of her wrists only for him to take each hand and placing a kiss on the skin .

" they wanted me to work for them , comply to their evil requests and do their dirty work. I kept saying no i wasn't a monster like them , i tried using my powers and they wouldn't come all i kept thinking was you and matt as i pulled on the binds, then like they could read my mind " she paused willing herself not to break as he rubbed her hand letting her know she wasn't alone nor did she need to continue if it was too much one things she loved about him . frank never pressured her into anything, never control any aspect of her life something she never had before .

" they pulled .. they pulled you into the room , hog tied and gagged , bruised and bloody i begged them to let you go and they laughed" she sniffled . " they kept asking me to do it and i said no you said no and each time they hit you and each time it was hard, it was so real i could hear their fist hit your skin , your pained grunts and groans . i screamed for them to let you go when your eyes started getting heavy i agree i did whatever i could to make sure they would stop hurting you , i would do anything to keep you from harm" she cried only for his hand to come up and wipe the tears off her cheeks.

" they shot you and laughed when i screamed , crying begging you to wake up and then he turned and went to grab me by the throat i couldn't breathe . I woke up" she looked up into his eyes .

all he wanted to do was take that pain , all those fears from her. take all those negative feelings and make them positive . seeing the one he loves the most so scared ,  so pained never was something he wanted nor would he wish for.  all he wanted to see on her face was smiles although seeing her mad was a hot one though he made sure it never last so long . she was usually the one making everyone so happy and laughing and now it was her turn to be taking care of . 

He held her face in his hand kissing her cheeks , her forehead , nose before kissing her lips letting her know he was there and not planning on leaving at anytime soon .

"angel , my sweet girl i promise you with every fibre in my being those sick fucks will never get you , nor will they hurt you in any shape , we both know you are a powerhouse all on your own powers or not , but in saying that i will kill them all , i would burn this world to make sure it meant you were safe , you my sweet girl gave me a second chance at something i never knew could exist , one that has me looking forward to coming home , waking up in the morning i will let nothing get in the way of that" he kissed her lips again .

" what if you get killed running around with my brother" she sniffled.

" i alway will come home to you no matter what that brother of yours pulls me into i'll keep him safe too , i'm here , i'm breathing , see my heart its beating , it's beating stronger ever since your sassy little ass came into my life " he said softly holding her hand to his chest . " every part of me will make sure i come home to you because you are my everything and more , you gave me something i never thought i would have , something i thought i gave up on so long ago , something so forbidden it was impossible for me to even think of , you gave me a future , you repair a man so broken that others would of just cast away and deemed so unfixable . you gave me a second chance of living i love you so much angel i hope you know you saved me " he pulled her into his arms . " well unless you cook for me well then sorry that's out of my hands " he chuckled only to hear her giggles muffled in his t-shirt and her hand bat his chest.

" hey i'm not that bad but  i love you too " she looked up now smile on her face.

" say that too the pot in there , there she is , there's  my girl now how about we get some sleep and i make us some breakfast in the morning and we have a lazy ass day  watching movies and eating junk food , can even prank call your brother and stark i know you love winding those two up  " he kissed her lips before lifting her in his arms and carrying her into the room . both physically and emotional tired as her head on his chest hand over his heart . feeling the rise and fall of his chest , feeling his heartbeat and his hands in her scalp soothing her . she felt her eyes getting heavy and drifting off to sweeter dreams one where she lived a future with the man she never thought she would find herself falling in love with giving their first encounter .

While he watched her fall into a soothing sleep , wondering when it was the best time to use that ring he hid snugly in his drawer unbeknownst to him of making her dreams a reality . He meant it when he said it , he would burn the world burn just for her to be safe and he was going to do everything to keep her safe . but for now he all he could do was hold his angel , his favourite murdock and lets his own dreams take over one's now filled with promises of a better and bright future. Because a future with angel ,was a future worth living for .  

[moonlitstoriess]

The Price of Protection- Cassian x Fem!Reader one shot

Warnings: No happy end. Angst

Summary: When a looming threat endangers her mission and the lives of thousands at risk, y/n is forced to lie to her beloved to protect him. As Cassian faces her growing emotional distance and deceit, he grapples with the pain of betrayal and the burden of her hidden sacrifice.

Y/n's life was never an easy one. Born to a barely there mother and a nonexistent father in the Court of Nightmares, she endured and witnessed the horrors that came with being a part of such a place. The Court was a realm steeped in shadows and cruelty, where survival often meant navigating a landscape of constant danger and manipulation. From a young age, y/n learned to guard her emotions and trust sparingly, traits that were as vital as her ability to navigate the treacherous politics of her surroundings.

Her mother’s presence was a mere whisper in the background, leaving y/n to fend for herself amidst the ruthless environment. The Court's atmosphere was one of constant strife and fear, where the games of power played by those in authority were unforgiving. The lack of a stable family structure only heightened her sense of isolation, making every victory and setback a solitary experience.

Despite the harsh conditions, y/n's resilience shone through. She found a path forward not by succumbing to the darkness around her but by using it to fuel her own drive. Her sharp intellect and strategic mind allowed her to rise above the turmoil, catching the eye of those who recognized her potential and offered her opportunities beyond the Court's suffocating grip. It was through these opportunities that she managed to distance herself from her past, slowly carving out a role in the Night Court that leveraged her hard-earned skills and determination.

Y/N's transition from the Court of Nightmares to the Night Court was a painstaking journey, but it was within the Night Court that she encountered Cassian. Their first meeting had been marked by an unexpected clash of wills and perspectives. Y/N, in her role as a diplomatic liaison, was tasked with negotiating delicate agreements, while Cassian, with his commanding presence and warrior’s instinct, was often involved in the security aspects of the court. Their paths crossed during a particularly tense diplomatic event, where their differing approaches initially created friction.

However, over time, their mutual respect began to bridge the gap between them. Cassian admired Y/N's intelligence and unwavering determination, while she found solace in his strength and steadfastness. Their interactions, once marked by professional courtesy, evolved into a deep and transformative relationship. Each day, they helped mend the scars left by their pasts—Cassian offering a sense of safety and acceptance Y/N had rarely known, and Y/N providing Cassian with a perspective that complemented his own, a balm to his more battle-worn experiences.

For Y/N, Cassian was a revelation. His presence was both commanding and comforting, a stark contrast to the cold, ruthless environment of the Court of Nightmares. She found solace in his straightforwardness and the way he seemed to understand her unspoken fears. The strength he exuded wasn’t just physical but emotional, offering a sense of stability that she had longed for. His unwavering support helped her shed the armor she had built over the years, revealing a vulnerability she had kept hidden for so long.

Their relationship blossomed in the spaces between their shared duties and personal moments. Quiet evenings spent discussing their day, gentle encouragements, and the occasional playful banter became the highlights of their time together. They supported each other through the demanding nature of their roles, with Cassian often finding respite in Y/N’s insightful perspectives and Y/N drawing strength from Cassian’s steadfast loyalty.

Slowly but surely, their bond deepened. They would steal moments of peace from their busy lives—walking through the moonlit streets of the Velaris, sharing unhurried meals, or simply enjoying each other’s company in the solitude of their private quarters. Each day they spent together was a step towards healing, a reminder that despite their tumultuous pasts, they could find joy and solace in each other.

It was during one of these quiet moments, as they sat together in the soft glow of the evening, that y/n began to feel the full weight of her dual existence. The laughter they shared and the affection they displayed were genuine, but they were also tinged with a sense of impending challenge. y/n was acutely aware that her carefully maintained balance was about to be tested.

Her secret was a mission so covert that its revelation would endanger not just her life but the stability of the entire realm. Unbeknownst to anyone in the Night Court, y/n was part of an underground network dedicated to countering a covert, sinister plot orchestrated by an enemy faction. The supporters of the king of Hybern. This faction sought to destabilize the Night Court by sowing discord and manipulating key figures from the shadows. Y/N's involvement required her to gather intelligence, disrupt covert operations, and ensure that the enemy’s plans remained thwarted.

Her mission involved infiltrating various circles and manipulating events without revealing her true allegiance. She had taken measures to ensure that her role in this shadowy endeavor was completely obscured, even from those she cared about. The weight of this secrecy was immense; it required her to maintain a facade of normalcy and trustworthiness while orchestrating actions that could shift the balance of power within the realm. Y/n's ability to manage this dual life was crucial not only for the success of her mission but for her own survival, making each day a careful balancing act between her public persona and her hidden responsibilities.

The more she grew close to Cassian, the harder it became to maintain this secret. The weight of her hidden mission, coupled with her growing love for him, created an inner turmoil that she struggled to keep in check. She was determined to shield him from the dangerous reality she was entangled in, even if it meant carrying the burden of her secret alone.

As they continued to build their life together, Y/N was haunted by the knowledge that her mission could one day force her to make choices that would impact their relationship in ways she could scarcely imagine. The deeper their bond grew, the more complex the challenge of keeping her secret became, making each day a delicate balancing act between the life she shared with Cassian and the covert world she navigated in silence.

"You have to cut your ties with him and you know it."

Y/n switched her gaze from the wall she had been staring at for who know's how long and looked at the male standing in front of her. The harsh lines of his face were illuminated by the flickering light of a solitary candle, casting shadows that seemed to deepen the severity of his words. His eyes, cold and unyielding, bore into her with an intensity that left no room for argument.

���What are you suggesting?” Y/N’s voice was steadier than she felt, betraying none of the turmoil churning within her. Her hands, clenched at her sides, were the only sign of her internal struggle.

The male’s-Bram's- lips curved into a grim, humorless smile. “You know exactly what I’m suggesting. The mission’s success depends on it. If Cassian remains in your life, he could jeopardize everything. You’ve seen the threats. The enemy is watching, waiting for any sign of vulnerability.”

Y/N’s heart clenched at the thought of severing her connection with Cassian. The idea was more than just painful—it was unthinkable. They had built a life together, one filled with genuine affection and mutual support. To betray that, to lie to him in such a fundamental way, felt like tearing apart a piece of her very soul.

“He’s not just some distraction,” Y/N said, her voice strained. “He’s… he’s important to me.”

Bram's gaze remained unsoftened, his tone unyielding. “Personal attachments are a luxury you can’t afford right now. If the enemy discovers the extent of your relationship, they will use it against us. The stakes are too high. You need to be pragmatic about this.”

Y/N turned away, staring at the cold stone walls of the room as if they could offer her solace or answers. The weight of the decision pressed down on her, threatening to crush her under its enormity. Her mind raced through the possibilities, the potential consequences of revealing her true role or abandoning her mission.

"And what should I do? Do you expect me to just lie to him and break his heart?"

Bram gave her a cold, insincere smile as he said, "Yes."

“What if I can protect him without ending things?” she asked, desperation lacing her words. “There must be another way.”

Bram shook his head, his expression resolute. “There isn’t. You know that. It’s either your relationship or the mission. You can’t have both without endangering everything you’ve worked for. If he or anyone else finds out- everything we worked for will turn into dust. This is an underground battle that doesn't need to be brought into light. If the high lord finds out, thousands of lives could be at risk."

"No, I can- I can make him swear to secrecy! I can-"

Bram got up from his chair. "Do you know, that they have a secret weapon. And apparently some powerfully bred creatures. My other spies tell me the weapon is so unique, never seen before, with the most unusual powers that no one knows what it can even do. So if anyone outside this organization finds out, how easy do you think it would be for them to just let their weapons out into the world?"

The silence that followed was heavy and oppressive. Y/N struggled to reconcile the demands of her covert mission with the reality of her relationship with Cassian. The two worlds she had worked so hard to keep separate were colliding, and the fallout promised to be devastating.

Finally, she met Bram's gaze again, her expression a mask of resigned determination. “I understand,” she said quietly. “I’ll do what needs to be done.”

As she left the warehouse in the middle of nowhere, y/n thought over and over about how she would end things with Cassian. She had made sacrifices throughout her short but eventful life, not having any remorse for the things she had done. No one had any remorse for her growing up, so why should she ever feel bad whenever she took lives that deserved it?

But this...this was different. The pain of loosing Cassian was too much. She loved him dearly and would rather kill herself than allow this to happen to him. He deserves better. So, so much better.

It's for his own good. For the good of the realms. You can't have him or anyone else killed.

But the pain was unbearable, worsened by the fact that Cassian was not just her beloved, but her mate. She found out about it only two nights ago when she watched him train. Y/n was shocked, happy but most of all, sad. Because she knew it could never last long. Perhaps it was a good thing that he hadn't yet felt the bond because it would make this a little easier.

When she reached the house, he paused in the doorway, her fingers grazing the cold metal handle, her heart aching with the enormity of what she was about to do. Cassian's laughter from a nearby corridor reached her ears, a sound so pure and unburdened that it felt like a cruel contrast to the turmoil roiling within her. She could picture him now—his face alight with the genuine joy and warmth that had drawn her to him in the first place.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N steeled herself. She needed to approach this with the same calm resolve she applied to every diplomatic negotiation, every covert operation. But this was different. This wasn’t about maintaining balance between political factions; this was about unraveling a personal thread that had become crucial to her very sense of self.

As she walked through the hallways toward their shared quarters, every step felt heavier than the last. Memories of their shared moments—quiet talks under the stars, warm embraces, and their laughter echoing through the place—flashed through her mind like a montage of what could have been. The sense of loss was almost unbearable, and she fought to keep her expression composed, her emotions firmly in check.

She reached their door and hesitated before pushing it open. Inside, Cassian was lounging on the sofa, a book open in his lap, his expression relaxed and content. He looked up as the door opened, and his smile, so easy and genuine, faltered for a moment when he saw the look on Y/N's face.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, setting the book aside. “Everything okay?”

Y/N’s heart twisted at the concern in his voice. She could see the love and trust in his eyes, and it made the weight of her decision even more crushing. “Cassian,” she said, her voice cold and controlled, devoid of the warmth that once came so easily. “We need to talk.”

Cassian’s expression shifted to one of concern as he stood and moved toward her. “What’s wrong?”

Her heart was pounding but she managed to keep her mask of indifference as y/n said, "I am leaving."

Cassian’s eyes searched hers, confusion beginning to show. "Wha- I don't understand. You're leaving? Why?"

Now came the hardest bit. Y/n opened her mouth and said the worst thing, the only thing she never wanted to tell him because it was all a lie.

Y/n’s gaze remained detached, her heart aching as she spoke the words she had dreaded. “Because I’ve realized that I no longer have any feelings for you. My priorities have changed, and it’s become clear that staying in this relationship isn’t right for either of us.”

The impact of her words was immediate and devastating. Cassian’s face fell, his shock and pain evident. “You’re saying you don’t love me anymore? That’s why you’re leaving?”

“Yes,” Y/N replied coldly. “I’ve been unfaithful. I’ve been involved with someone else, and it’s clear to me now that our relationship was built on illusions. It’s better for both of us if we end things now, before more harm is done.”

Cassian’s face was a mask of disbelief and hurt. “Unfaithful? And you didn’t even tell me? You’ve been lying to me this entire time?”

Y/N’s heart clenched at the pain in his voice, but she forced herself to maintain her composure. “I’m sorry. I’ve made my decision. I need to move on to a new place, start anew. This is the end of our relationship.”

Cassian's eyes were wide with disbelief as his hand threaded through his hair. "Are you serious? You truly cheated on me?!"

When y/n didn't reply, Cassian came towards her, his eyes full with unshed tears and devastation. "Please, my love, tell me this is a joke. Tell me it's not real."

Y/n forced her voice to stay cold as she said, "No, it's not a joke."

At that moment, she saw how Cassian's expression changed from one of pleading to one of anger and disbelief as his voice too, grew detached.

"I guess I was really the stupid one all this time. Stupid for falling for you even though you used me for your needs."

She forced a laugh and moved past him, pretending not to be affected even though her whole body was shaking. "Believe it or not Cas, you aren't the most wanted male in the world. It was nice to have you to distract myself for a little while but I don't need you anymore."

When she turned around, it pained her, crushed her, to see him regard her with such disgust, such anger. He was clearly holding his rage in, waiting for her to leave. But this was for the best.

His voice like cool ice echoed through the room as he said. "Get your things and get the hell out of here. Pray to the mother that I won't ever see you again because y/n believe me if I do, I won't be as nice as I am now."

And without giving her a chance to reply, he spread out his wings and flew out of the house, leaving her to cry her heart out as she packed her things.

By the time Cassian had come back, y/n was long gone, no trace of her remaining.

They were never meant for a happy end, just borrowed time anyway.

Atleast now he would be safe. Atleast now the mission wouldn't be under jeopardy. Atleast he hates her now, that is for his own good right?....right?

But what about her? How many more times will y/n have to make sacrifices for the greater good? When will she get to keep something to herself, at least once?

It seems like never.

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A/n: Thank you for reading this little thing I wrote!!

[storiesabouteli]

TellTales // Elijah Hewson X Reader! (Fluff) Part1 of 2.

prompt: It's a narration of how they are young and in a way they share differences, but they are in love. It takes place in a student environment (college) and continues with a car trip and in the next part reader meets the boys, the fic is just about how they feel about each other in the midst of everyday life and a relationship that is new. And although I commented on sexual relations, I did not describe the act itself, there is no smut. (This story is from my old blog, it's very old, and I decided to rewrite it)

words: 3K

You tiptoed your way through the bleachers, scanning the crowd for him. You hadn’t explicitly asked him to come, but you’d dropped enough hints to hope he’d show up. Deep down, you understood if he couldn’t make it, but the thought of him not being there still left a pang of sadness.

Either way, he’d be picking you up shortly after the game ended. You’d agreed to spend the weekend with some of his bandmates and their girlfriends. You recognized them from glimpses in the hallways and the gigs you’d attended, but meaningful interactions with them had been rare. You were aware of the reputation you’d unintentionally acquired in that social circle but didn’t let it bother you.

You hadn’t dated much in life. In fact, Elijah was the only person you’d ever been involved with—both emotionally and physically. While that choice sometimes stirred whispers or the occasional mean-spirited comment, it was clear that most people didn’t care, if anything, they just found it curious.

“How was last night?” your best friend asked, a knowing smirk on her face. Judging by your expression, she already suspected the answer.

“It was… great,” you admitted, the butterflies in your stomach still fluttering from the memory. Your hands felt clammy, and your nervous cheeks were impossible to hide.

“Was sex with Elijah really that good?” There was a teasing edge in her tone, but you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or sarcastic. You elbowed her, though the heat in your face only deepened.

“Did he take charge? Or was all the work left to you?” she continued, her grin widening. You rolled your eyes, but her playful jab stayed in your head longer than you’d care to admit.

Hiding your face in your hands, you realized she just wanted to embarrass you. Asking her to lower her voice, she laughed and agreed, though it was clear she expected more details. It was your first time with Eli, and you’d been nervous—something entirely unusual for you from her perspective. Naturally, she wanted to know everything.

You decided to keep most of it to yourself, knowing she’d get the picture. You settled on something simple: “He’s not shy, but in a good way. He’s... observant, and he made good use of that. He’s fine,” you said, biting your lip to contain a smile. But the memory of him holding you, the way his hands moved so assuredly, and the soft sighs and muffled moans you’d shared—it all came flooding back, making your heart crazy. You didn’t know how, but it had been intimate and irresistibly sexy, leaving you on the brink of tears from the overwhelming connection. You couldn’t wait to be with him again.

She nodded knowingly, her expression softening at your obvious happiness. “It’s nice that you have him. I’m glad for you. He seems like a great guy.”

Her words made you smile, but they also left you feeling a little unsettled. Eli was your complete opposite in so many ways. You had no doubts that he liked you, but the thought of him realizing how easily he could find someone better lingered in your mind.

You were popular, but it was something that had happened by accident rather than design. You didn’t care about it much, though you appreciated the “good girl” image that came with it. Eli, on the other hand, had a laid-back, effortlessly cool demeanor. He wasn’t concerned with appearances and didn’t seem to care about what others thought. Maybe that was something you needed to learn from him.

Even your interests didn’t align much, but so far, things had been going well.

Lost in your thoughts, your friend shook your shoulders, snapping you back to reality. She turned you toward the crowd, and her grin widened when she saw your face light up. There he was—his messy curls catching the light.

“Damn, you really got Hewson to come to a college game,” she teased.

You couldn’t help but laugh nervously. It wasn’t exactly his scene. The echoing cheers of the players and the squeals of the cheerleaders were likely grating to him, but there he was, leaning casually in the back corner. You tried not to let your nerves spiral as you wondered how he felt about all this, about you.

Before you could respond, you spotted him in the distance. Your heart skipped a beat. He looked serious, like he’d rather be anywhere else, and for a moment, doubt crept in. But then his eyes found yours. His expression softened, his hands in his jacket pockets, and his lips curled into a small smile.

You waved enthusiastically, and to your relief, he lit up, waving back just as excitedly. He brushed his hair back, standing still in that secluded spot, and blew you a kiss. A few people nearby noticed, and his cheeks turned pink, but he didn’t seem to care. Your Eli was there.

You threw him a kiss in return, and with his typical playful flair, he pretended to catch it, tucking it into his pocket. It was such a simple, teasing gesture, yet it made your heart swell. He might not love the setting, but he was there for you.

As you turned back to your position on the court, you couldn’t help but steal another glance at him. He looked proud, as though being there and seeing you so happy made everything worth it.

The performance began, and you gave it your all—the dances, the spins, the choreography. A small part of you felt self-conscious, knowing he was watching. While you were sure he wouldn’t judge you, this wasn’t his thing, and you worried about what he thought.

But when your eyes found his again, there was no doubt. It was you. He was there because of you. And that was all that mattered.

The game ended, and as you and the girls announced the final score, thanking everyone for coming, your focus was already elsewhere. You didn’t even register who was speaking to you as you made your way toward Eli. His smile didn’t falter, and he opened his arms wide, waiting for you.

Instinctively, you ran into him, throwing your arms around his neck. He caught you with ease, lifting you slightly off the ground as his arms tightened around you. Without hesitation, he adjusted your skirt, his hand lingering protectively to keep it in place. You had noticed this habit of his before, and though you found it sweet, you hadn’t told him yet that you always wore shorts underneath. You were sure he knew, but the gesture was heartwarming.

You buried your face in his hair, letting the softness of his curls surround you. He nuzzled into your neck in return, inhaling deeply as if to draw comfort from your scent. For a moment, it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, while the noise and chaos of the game faded into the background.

When your feet touched the ground again, you lingered there, gazing at one another in a rare moment of silence. The world around you seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth in his caramel eyes and the soft curve of his lips.

You took a small step further, closing the distance between you, and kissed him. It wasn’t tentative—it was the kind of kiss that spoke volumes, a mixture of longing and familiarity. You could taste the faint trace of gum on his tongue, a detail you’d remember fondly later. His hands trailed over your sides, light and deliberate, grounding you in the moment. He felt like calm, like home, and you melted into him, despite the murmurs and stares from the crowd.

The kiss ended quickly but left a deep impression. His hands stayed firmly on your waist, keeping you close, while your gaze was on his lips, too shy to meet his eyes just yet. He broke the silence with a soft kiss to your cheek, then your forehead, dotting your skin with gentle pecks that made you nervous. He always did this, and every time, it made you fall for him all over again.

“Sorry for being late,” he said, his voice low and apologetic. “Josh needed the car.” He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders in one smooth motion, pausing to kiss the top of your head. “Keep it—you look cold.”

You clutched the jacket tightly, enveloped by his warmth and the faint smell of him in the fabric. “I don’t mind,” you replied, light and genuine. “I’m just glad you’re here.”

You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back, intertwining your fingers. “I know this isn’t your favorite place, so it means a lot to me that you came tonight.”

Eli didn’t respond right away, his mind swirling with thoughts about the people around him, whom he saw as unremarkable, living to meet expectations rather than exploring life’s possibilities. It was an opinion he had once extended to you, long before he became enamored with the way you danced, your laugh ringing through the halls, and your quiet determination to pursue what you loved. Now, he saw you differently. You weren’t just going through the motions—you genuinely enjoyed being there, with your friends and your passions.

Such a realization had led him to fill your locker with letters—awkward yet heartfelt, each building the bridge to this very moment.

He rubbed his thumb over your palm, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. “I’ll be here as many times as necessary,” he murmured. “I like to see you happy.”

His words made your goofy smile return full force. He placed a hand gently on the small of your back, guiding you toward his car.

Eli’s ears were still flushed as he opened the door for you, and you couldn’t help but wish for more of that.

...

He sifted through his belongings, handpicking a few tapes and placing them on your lap. "Pick one," he said, anticipation lacing his voice.

You scanned the options before spotting a familiar purple cover. "Oh my God, it's Kate Bush!" you exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. It was surreal. Even as he kept his eyes on the road, his presence filled the small, borrowed car.

"Josh mentioned you were a fan," he said casually.

"And you went and got it for me?" you asked eagerly, pressing play without hesitation.

He nodded, watching your smile grow with every note.

Before he could say anything, you squealed and leaned over to kiss his cheek quickly, careful to avoid causing any accidents. Feeling at ease with him, you mimicked Kate’s vocals, exaggerating your facial expressions to match the drama of her delivery. He chuckled, thankful to Josh for tipping him off about the tape.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, lil' one," he murmured, his voice warm. Your enthusiasm for the lyrics matched his quiet contentment in seeing you well.

He didn’t know the words or the instrumentation but encouraged you to keep going, like your number-one fan.

"Did you know David Gilmour kind of discovered Kate Bush?" you asked between breaths.

"I’ve heard that somewhere," he replied, prompting you to share more. He liked Pink Floyd, you knew that.

"It’s like we’re all interconnected, isn’t it?" you mused, glancing at him solemnly before turning back to the road, tapping the melody out with your fingers. "I kind of like the thought of it."

"Yeah, it’s a nice thought," he agreed, his chest filling with a quiet warmth. Not ready to let the conversation fade, he added, "So, have you been checking out any of the bands I like?"

The world seemed to slow down for a moment. You noticed the softness in Eli’s features, a rare, relaxed smile that only appeared when he was with you. In other settings—classes, the cafeteria, gigs—he maintained his usual unbothered demeanor, some cool smiles yet nothing more, which you found charming, but this version of him was your favorite.

He placed his large hand gently on your thigh, not moving it but bringing you a sense of comfort. You fingered the rings and felt the more prominent veins on his skin. Smiling, you placed your hand over his, threading your fingers through his long ones. Even brief touches like this filled you with quiet joy.

"I have," you admitted, feeling a little shy. "I wanted to hear what you liked, and I found one I really enjoyed."

His eyes widened in disbelief, and for a moment, you feared he might crash the car. But Eli, ever grounded, kept things steady. "No way! You've reached Blackstar?"

The thing was, you already knew Bowie, of course, but Eli saw him through a unique lens. He had favorite albums and endless commentary about every track. After spending hours with you the night before, he’d gone home, obsessed with crafting a perfect playlist to introduce you to his idol. He never imagined you’d actually listen.

"I did," you confirmed, suppressing a laugh at his attempt to maintain his unbothered facade, though it failed to hide the goofy smile creeping onto his face.

You grinned and began to sing, “Just like that bluebird, oh, I’ll be free…” pretending to hold a microphone.

He smiled as if he’d just won the lottery. “Just like that bluebird, oh, I’ll be free. Ain’t that just like me…” he sang back, pouring affection into every note.

Bowie’s words felt like home, like the perfect bridge between you. Eli never spared feelings when it came to sharing his passions, not like that, not for any special one, even when he initially thought your differences might be too vast. He was starting to see the beauty in complementing perspectives.

You loved Bowie, though not quite as much as he did. And, much like him with Kate Bush, you were learning to appreciate the depth of the connection through each other’s eyes.

...

You were asleep, your hand resting on Eli's arm as he drove down the empty highway. He glanced at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he watched you sleep peacefully.

Suddenly, as if your mind had been waiting for it, you jolted awake, gasping for air and clutching your chest. Your body trembled as you struggled to catch your breath.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Eli said, his tone soothing as he reached over, gently rubbing your back. "Just take deep breaths with me, huh?"

You nodded, your eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry," you whispered, guilt heavy in your voice.

"Don't be sorry," Elijah said firmly, his gaze unwavering. "You're not bothering me. I just want to make sure you're fine, babe. Are you good?"

Leaning back against the seat, you inhaled deeply, trying to calm yourself. "It's just...a nightmare. I get them sometimes, and they're always hard to shake off."

"I see," Elijah murmured. "I've been there with you before, remember?" His sweet smile softened his words as he squeezed your hand. And it was true-it wasn't the first time, and you didn't need to feel ashamed. "We'll get through this, okay?"

Pulling the car to the side of the road, he opened the windows and doors to let in the crisp, early morning air. You sat quietly, watching as the sky began to shift, the first rays of dawn painting the horizon with soft light.

"It's so nice, quite beautiful," you murmured, feeling an odd sense of peace settling over you. Small but present, a reminder that he didn’t see you as a problem to be dealt with.

Eli nodded. "Yeah, it is. Like you, when you're comfortable like this," he added, immediately regretting his words, fearing they might sound wrong.

You smiled warmly, your face heating at his unintended confession, making Eli relax. "Thank you."

He reached into the backseat and grabbed a comforter, draping it over you with care. He made sure you were snug and warm, his movements gentle as he tucked you in.

Stopping briefly, he stood silently by the car, watching you shift restlessly under the duvet. Your eyes stayed locked on him, steady and observant. Though your breathing had calmed, you didn't seem ready to sleep again.

"Do you want me to stay here until you sleep?" His voice carried a mix of awkwardness and worry.

"No," you said after a pause, your gaze lingering on his hands gripping the steering wheel and the way his lips were reddened from nervous biting. Your breath hitched faintly, betraying your unease. "Actually, we could stay here for a while." You loosened the duvet, the warmth of the moment overtaking your earlier chill.

He arched a brow, his features shadowed in the dim light. "Okay, but you feel good, right?”

"Yeah, just can't sleep," you admitted, your hand brushing over his shoulder and trailing to the back of his neck, seeking the comfort of his warmth. "Come closer. I want to feel you." You tugged him toward you, your words low and certain.

And Eli had that moment of realization, noticing how different you were from what others perceived, from the image they had built of you. He loved that—that this raw, genuine side of you was something only he had access to.

Eli hesitated for a second before leaning in, his nose brushing against your cheek. His lips met yours, soft and hesitant at first, contrasting with the sudden urgency in your touch. He melted into the seat, his hand naturally finding your waist as the kiss deepened.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath uneven. The darkness obscured his face, but you could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came.

"I like how you taste," you whispered, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. The warmth of his breath brushed your skin as you trailed kisses from his lips to his nose, playfully licking his parted mouth along the way.

Your laughter filled the car when you noticed how flustered he had become. You relished the effect you had on him, thinking about how you might use it to your advantage in the future.

Before Eli could lean in for another kiss, his usual lovesick expression plastered on his face, you leaned closer, your voice dropping to a mischievous whisper.

"I need a favor, if you don't mind.”

...

You stopped in a dark, desolate spot, your hand crazy with sweat as nerves took hold. Elijah could tell you were uneasy about being out in the middle of nowhere.

"El, I don’t want to be alone," you murmured, your voice drowsy but trembling with it all.

He didn’t question it, just as he didn’t even consider leaving you behind. Truthfully, he wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of braving the rickety gas station alone either, even if it was just to relieve himself.

He nodded, his expression steady, trying to ease the tension in your own. The worry was etched across your face, and Elijah knew you tended to spiral into pessimistic thoughts in situations like this. He couldn’t begin to guess the scenarios playing out in your mind, but he was determined to dispel them.

"Look," he said quickly, color rushing to his cheeks and necks, "I’ll step outside, stay by the car, and just use the tree right here. I won’t go far, I won’t leave your sight, and I’ll shut the door so you’ll still feel safe. Just, uh… don’t look, y’know? That’d be awkward."

You nodded, avoiding his gaze as your hands fumbled for the radio, turning up the volume to drown out any sound from outside. It was a flimsy attempt to preserve the boundary of intimacy, even for something as brief and mundane as this. Still, you couldn’t deny his plan made sense, even if it left you feeling slightly on edge.

—

Part 2 will be posted soon! Promise!

[crimson-kisses]

Heyy, how about an platonic germany and prussia with a younger sibling? Like a micronation or a country!

Thanks for taking your time. we love your content, dont forget to rest!! 🌷🌷

Aw thank you so much for the lovely kind words :’) lifts my spirits up fr - I believe this concept has been done already, but nonetheless I will try and keep this rather short and simple. 🌻

Warnings: yandere themes, toxic relationships and the like.

Guidance

Perhaps you are a small protectorate state situated between Switzerland and Germany or between Austria and Germany. The region you represent is nestled amidst the aftermath of a war-ravaged battlefield, a testament to the turmoil that has unfolded. It is within this backdrop that Gilbert and Ludwig, two German brothers, stumble upon you, a young child in need of protection.

Recognizing the fragility of your situation, both Gilbert and Ludwig take it upon themselves to safeguard you. Gilbert, with a sense of duty and compassion, becomes your primary caretaker, ensuring your well-being and providing the nurturing support that you require. His presence brings a sense of warmth and stability, assuring you that you are not alone in this world.

Ludwig, on the other hand, takes a more reserved approach initially, keeping a watchful eye from the sidelines. His role extends beyond your immediate care, as he assumes the responsibility of handling any diplomatic tensions that may arise due to your presence. Aware of the delicate nature of political relationships in the region, Ludwig acts as a mediator, striving to maintain a delicate balance and protect the interests of your small state.

Both brothers understand the importance of their roles and the need to balance each other out. Gilbert's nurturing nature and hands-on approach provide you with a sense of security and guidance, while Ludwig's diplomatic prowess and watchful eye ensure the stability and political viability of your protectorate.

As time passes, Gilbert and Ludwig grow more attuned to the challenges and responsibilities that come with protecting you. They strive to provide you with the best possible future amidst the backdrop of the war-torn region.

Gilbert takes on the role of a tough mentor, providing discipline and rigorous tutoring. He has an obnoxious side to him, but he believes in pushing you to reach your full potential. He sets high standards and expects you to meet them, sometimes pushing you outside of your comfort zone. While his methods might be strict, they are aimed at helping you grow and succeed.

On the other hand, Ludwig, despite also being strict, has a gentler approach compared to his elder brother. He recognizes the importance of balance and ensures that you have time to relax and unwind. Ludwig understands the need for affection and emotional support, even if he finds it awkward to express it himself. He creates a safe space for you, where you can find solace and feel cared for.

As you grow older, Gilbert begins to loosen up his strict demeanor. He sees your progress and development, and he becomes more supportive and encouraging. He realizes that while discipline is important, it's equally important to have an environment that allows you to thrive and feel supported.

Both Gilbert and Ludwig work together to shield you from the feeling of isolation. They go above and beyond to ensure that you never truly feel alone. They create a sense of belonging and make you feel part of a loving and nurturing family, despite the challenges and isolation that may surround your small territory.

While you may not fully grasp the extent of your isolation, it is because Gilbert and Ludwig actively work to shield you from it. They make sure that you have a support system and a sense of belonging, so that you can grow and flourish in your unique circumstances. Their combined efforts create an environment where you can thrive, even in the face of isolation.

Gilbert also takes on the role of keeping you occupied with various activities, often in a random and chaotic manner. He teaches you different things and shares altered visions of what he considers necessary for you to know.

Ludwig, on the other hand, assumes the responsibility of handling more manipulative tasks. He deals with any external threats or individuals who might be prying too much into your affairs. Ludwig ensures that the surveillance technology in place is functioning properly, protecting your privacy and security.

Gilbert's focus is primarily on your education and keeping you engaged. He creates an environment of constant stimulation and learning, even if it may seem chaotic at times. Meanwhile, Ludwig works behind the scenes, safeguarding your interests and ensuring that your privacy is protected.

While their approaches may differ, Gilbert and Ludwig collaborate to provide a balance of education and protection. Gilbert's random and chaotic activities keep you on your toes, fostering a sense of curiosity and adaptability. Ludwig's surveillance and protective measures ensure that you are shielded from external threats and unwanted intrusions.

Gilbert and Ludwig provide you with a unique upbringing, where you are constantly learning, protected, and shielded from excessive interference. Their combined efforts create an environment where you can grow and develop, while also maintaining control.

Ludwig makes sure to keep reminding you of your young age, often making you feel anxious and worried about potential dangers in the world. He subtly plays with your mind, gently coaxing you to think negatively and suspiciously about your surroundings, it also brings about unease within you.

Despite this, Ludwig also provides you with an outlet for conversation, allowing you to discuss any topic you desire. Similar to Gilbert, he possesses a wealth of knowledge and diverse interests, which proves beneficial when you express your own interests. Ludwig's vast knowledge allows for engaging discussions and opportunities for you.

Ludwig's approach is tinged with a level of mental manipulation, the constant reminder of your vulnerability and the negative perspective he encourages fills you anxiety and a sense of distrust.

Both Gilbert and Ludwig still play significant roles in your upbringing. Gilbert keeps you occupied with various activities and teaches you, while Ludwig's conversations and knowledge expand your horizons.

Both of them provide you with access to various forms of entertainment and resources, such as books, movies, PlayStation, and games. They ensure that you have a means to satisfy your wants and desires within reasonable limits. While you won't be completely cut off from the outside world, they encourage a level of dependence on them for your wants and needs.

By carefully managing your access to resources and creating an environment where they fulfill most, if not all, of your wants and needs, Gilbert and Ludwig foster a sense of reliance on them. They want you to view them as the primary providers and caretakers, ensuring that you turn to them for support and assistance.

All of you will have a house in the countryside, providing a sense of isolation from the outside world. They allocate a significant portion of the house to you, allowing you the freedom to shape it according to your preferences. They encourage you to make the space your own, to design and decorate it to your liking.

Within the boundaries that they establish for your safety and well-being, Gilbert and Ludwig happily support your decisions and desires for the house. Whether it's choosing the colors, arranging the furniture, or adding personal touches, they want you to feel a sense of ownership and comfort in your living space.

Since this scenario is set in modern times, it is likely that the relationship between you, Gilbert, and Ludwig would indeed have a lighthearted tone due to your young age, given your upbringing and the support provided by Gilbert and Ludwig.

Gilbert, as the caring and affectionate figure, would likely engage in various activities with you, such as games, adventures, or creative projects. He would create a cheerful and nurturing environment, where adventures are common occurrences. His goal would be to ensure that you have an enjoyable experience.

Ludwig, while potentially more reserved, would still find ways to interact with you in a lighthearted manner. He might encourage intellectual pursuits, engage in stimulating conversations, or introduce you to new experiences. Despite his serious nature, he would recognize the importance of fostering easement within you.

Though as you grow older, you might begin to question certain aspects of your upbringing and notice differences between your life and that of others. You may wonder why some of your friends are suddenly missing and why you don't attend school with other kids. You might also notice that you don't have the same possessions or experiences as your peers, leading to feelings of curiosity, confusion, frustration or a sense of missing out.

Your dear brothers are fully aware of the confusion you are experiencing and have already prepared to have a conversation with you when you turn to them crying about it. Always running to them for support and affection.

You truly were so naive, just as they preferred you to be.

[gothicfairytopia]

How act two of The Sound of Music might foreshadow Good Omens season three ~

I was reading this post about Aziraphale’s ball idea coming from The Sound of Music rather than Jane Austen, and remembered that I’d meant to make a post about parallels between Aziraphale and Maria. The romantic plot of Good Omens has a lot in common with the plot of The Sound of Music, and season two just so happens to leave off at the very end of act one. So, is there a chance that act two could provide some clues about season three? I find the idea very compelling, so here’s my analysis of the movie and how I think it compares to what we’ve seen so far, as well as what we can hope to see in season three.

In the beginning we have Maria at the abbey, where it is made clear that she does not fit in because she has a hard time abiding by the rules. She also has a tendency to prioritize the natural/material world over her spiritual duties, which is represented by the opening song (“The Sound of Music”), the singing of which literally makes her late to return to the abbey. This has obvious parallels to Aziraphale’s difficulties conforming to Heaven’s way of life, as well as his worldly attachments.

(A fun bonus parallel is in the song “Maria,” when the nuns say “she’s always late for everything / except for every meal.” Aziraphale-coded fr.)

Maria leaves the abbey to be the governess to the von Trapp family, and this is where she begins to really learn about herself as an adult outside of a tightly controlled religious environment. She still doesn’t conform to the new world she lives in, but begins learning how to retain her selfhood without feeling ashamed of doing so. This period is obviously a parallel for Aziraphale’s time on Earth—although the time frames are quite different, the same general lessons are learned.

At the end of act one, as addressed in the linked post, there is a ball where the Captain and Maria dance, and this is the moment where Maria discovers her feelings for the Captain. Although this scene is an obvious parallel for the Jane Austen ball scene, I think it’s honestly more similar to the kiss in the final 15. Maria, mid-dance, stares into the Captain’s eyes, freezes, and backs away, saying she can’t remember the dance anymore. The Baroness is watching from the doorway, and when Maria runs upstairs to get changed for dinner, the Baroness follows her.

Up in Maria’s bedroom, the Baroness confronts Maria about her feelings for the Captain, which Maria denies initially. The Baroness convinces her of her own feelings and of the Captain’s, and essentially encourages her to run away—I’ll get into why in a second. Without a word to anyone, Maria returns to the abbey. This is a super obvious parallel to the end of season two, with the Baroness acting almost in the role of the Metatron by pulling Maria aside and reminding her of her “duty.”

Now into the more speculative side of things, trying to think of how The Sound of Music might offer hints as to what’s coming in season three.

When Maria returns to the abbey, she remains in constant silent prayer for the first several days before being called upon by the Abbess. Maria confesses that she ran away because she was frightened, and admits that she had accidentally developed an attraction for the Captain. She gives her reason for not telling the Captain about her feelings and choosing to return the abbey: “I was there on God’s errand. Oh, I couldn’t stay, I just couldn’t. I’m ready at this moment to take my vows.” This sense of misplaced duty might not be all of it, but again, we’ll get to that in a second.

The Abbess responds with probably more kindness than we’d expect from anyone in Heaven: she says that romantic love can be holy, that Maria needs to discover how God intended her to spend her love, and assures her that “if you love this man, it doesn’t mean you love God less.” With this, she commands Maria to return.

While this may seem incongruous with Heaven’s general business model and something unlikely to be paralleled in season three, I think it’s important to think back to the conversation at the end of season one immediately following the failed apocalypse, when Crowley asks, “Angel, what if the Almighty planned it like this, all along? From the very beginning?” People joke about God trying to set them up from the beginning of time, but I don’t know that it necessarily has to be a joke. The question of God’s ineffable plan is a constant throughout the series—the whole point is that it’s impossible to say what exactly God intends.

This is the exact same conflict Maria faces in the scene with the Abbess. When she objects to returning, she says, “But I pledged my life to God, I — I’ve pledged my life to his service.” The Abbess rejects the idea that this is the only possible plan that could have been intended for Maria, saying, “You have to live the life you were born to live.” Perhaps there will be something similar in season three, some way in which God communicates the same thing to Aziraphale—that loving Crowley doesn’t mean loving Her any less, that their love is holy, and that the life he is meant to live is not one pent up behind heavenly walls, but rather out in the world with Crowley.

After Maria returns, she’s reunited with the children, the Captain and the Baroness break off their engagement, lots of little plot things. What I’m interested in is the song “Something Good” (which I would just like to emphasize is sung in a gazebo... anyway). The song introduces an additional reason for Maria’s departure—namely, that she did not feel worthy of the Captain’s love, a sentiment that he returns. They both come to the conclusion, though, that they must have done “something good” to deserve having found each other. Here are some lyrics:

For here you are, standing there, loving me

Whether or not you should

So somewhere in my youth or childhood

I must have done something good.

The basic theme of the song is self forgiveness, and the acknowledgement that past imperfections do not make a person unworthy of being loved. Rather, both characters here have felt themselves to be inadequate, but view the other’s love as a sign that they must, in some way, be good.

I love the idea that Crowley and Aziraphale might have a moment like this, because I think it would be massive in terms of their own self acceptance. For Crowley, Aziraphale’s love (and possibly God’s endorsement?) is proof that his fall did not make him irredeemable, that he remains a being who can love and be loved in return. For Aziraphale, Crowley’s love is an affirmation that he can honestly be forgiven for his transgressions, rather than marked forever by them (like removing the stain from his coat, allowing it to be forgotten).

Unfortunately, the movie does not end with their marriage—they still have to escape Austria after the Captain is called to serve by the Nazis. I think we can assume the Nazis parallel Hell, and say that perhaps Aziraphale and Crowley really will have to establish “their own side.” Maria has to break free of the abbey, and the Captain has to break free of the Nazis. They do this by running away, and I’m not sure Aziraphale and Crowley would ever flee Earth in the wake of the Second Coming, but I will say that it does immediately evoke the idea of the pair running away to Alpha Centauri. I do think that given the “they are bad at their jobs and did very little to seriously prevent Armageddon” joke from season one, it would be a little funny if humanity managed to save itself during a momentary retreat from Aziraphale and Crowley.

I don’t mean to imply that the blueprint of season three is found in act two of The Sound of Music, but I do think that the movie being canonically a favorite of Heaven’s, the recurring theme of the ineffability of God’s plan, and the sheer number of parallels within the plot so far make it a fair place to look for clues. Who’s to say that God’s plan wasn’t hidden in plain sight?

[ctheathy]

I'm meat munching Secret history tails rn.. could I request a secret history tails x Hyper cuddly! Reader a reader who is just very hyper definitely not allowed to have coffee but there looks are deceiving and They know how to fight really well so let's just say somebody tries to fight them and they just Kick there Butt and there completely whipped for tails- Like they would do anything he tell them to do kinda like harley quinn with the joker The reader just joins in on his Chaos sometimes or if he just tells them to hand him stuff they would do it in a heartbeat

Secret History Tails w/ Hyper cuddly!Darling

Secret History Tails x Reader

Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Mmm smegsy lipbite😏

Author’s note : HA! Gotta love pampering this unstable a$$ fox. Let’s just not add in on the toxic dynamic between Harley and the Joker, though😭 you two are wholesome babey’s with one another on this blog.

This is malewife x girlboss dynamic fr.

The request had it stated, but in case anybody just so happened to miss it, SH Tails from There’s Something About Amy was chosen

SH Tails/Reader [Romantic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Amy’s brainwashing is mentioned •

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Right off the bat, he just doesn’t understand how he got so lucky to end up with somebody such as yourself. To him, you truly are like an angel. And he doesn’t behave indifferently about that fact either. You’re like an absolute sunshine in comparison to the horrors they call the multiverse, as if you are the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. He praises you to no end as he covers you in tender and passionate kisses, gently holding onto you as you make your ways through the multiverse. I can see TSAA Tails being a lot more mentally available and composed rather than his past self back in Secret Histories. He’s more mature now and has complete control over the situation you currently find yourselves in, making him slightly less vulnerable. He oftentimes tries to brush off your acts of service, telling you it’s not necessary at all-! You’re his beloved, after all. But he cannot help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside whenever you do manage to get the job done for him. But due to his determined nature, he tends to give you back a favour for your own self every single time.

Despite the fact that you might have enough control over your surroundings and are physically prepared and capable when it comes to self defense besides the potential threats, Tails cannot help but remain the same overprotective fox that he always has been. He’ll allow you to take the reins, but not without quietly observing from a distance, keeping a close eye on you and jump in at a moment’s notice when he notices one single hint of struggle. He doesn’t wish to underestimate your strength, knowing it has the capability of upsetting you, but he wants you safe so.damn.badly. The man wouldn’t know what on Mobius to do with himself if he allowed you to get hurt in one way or another.

He most likely just lets out a singular chuckle of his own at your hyper demeanour and allows you to cling to him with no hesitance. You truly are an endearing soul in his eyes. And how you’re so dead set on keeping him in high priority and ensure his safety wherever you both go, it truly just results in him being all wrapped around your little finger if you look deeper into it. And despite the risk of his position, he completely allows it to happen too. He trusts you with all his might and the things you do for him among the dimensions only makes that devotion grow even stronger. I could for example see you protecting the fox with your life whenever you both end up in a world that hold an endangered environment. You just insist and ensure he stays in the back while you deal with the little issue yourself, leaving him to stare in awe at your form in combat.

I certainly believe you’d get along with Amy quite a lot aswell. Especially when being in similar positions when it comes to travelling through the multiverse and often needing Tails to guide you two through the place, the both of you are able to relate a lot on your current conditions. You did feel a little bad for letting Amy be brainwashed like she had been though, but then again, it was what he desired for the quest after all. And regrettably saying, your priorities just seem to find themselves in the wrong direction. You try your best to not let the dimensions get to your head, but it can become hard due to just how much your companions alone have been caught up in it over the course of time.

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[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Snooza Koopa

Debut: Super Mario Sunshine

Whenever you see sea turtles in media, they are always very well respected! We all love them and are in awe of their majesty, their beauty, their longevity, and more! And a baby sea turtle is such a classic symbol of courageous vulnerability, a precious, helpless little angel who you would be heartless not to root for. Sea turtles and their eggs feel untouchable, off-limits.

And that makes it so very weird that Super Mario Sunshine is one of the only places I have seen sea turtles and their eggs presented in an entirely NEGATIVE light!

Snooza Koopas only appear in one episode of the game, where Mario must kill them because they are eating some flowers. But it is also much more nuanced than that! Silly.

These Koopas are chewing on the roots of sunflowers who are PEOPLE, causing them to wilt! People aren’t supposed to wilt! Stop that! You’re scaring me! I like these sunflower people. It is always nice when Mario gets more Friends. But back to the Enemy of the day...

Snooza Koopas are, as it turns out, an invasive species on the island of Pinna Park, and not only are they not supposed to be eating these sunflowers, but they displaced the native Yoshis! Probably because they look like Yoshi eggs themselves. Maybe they used this resemblance to get close to the Yoshis, and then eat their eggs? Maybe that’s even a Yoshi egg shell they’re wearing as a helmet! I know I would exit the establishment if this exact situation happened to me! And so, Mario must cull this population, and hopefully there are many more out there in the proper environments.

I just love seeing that sea turtles can be Koopas, too! Like in Minecraft! Where Koopas are also sheep.

-END OF ACT I-

-ACT II-

What a creature! What fun. So unique from the Koopas we most commonly know of! The enemies in Sunshine were created by Bowser Jr. using the Magic Paintbrush, giving an actual, in-universe reason for them looking how they do. They gave lore to this Mario game. These Mario enemies! These WEIRD Mario enemies!!!

AND I DON’T LIKE IT! GRRR

Allow me to explain. Snooza Koopa showcases a great example of why I don’t like the concept! If Bowser Jr. created a new goopa Koopa like this to mess with the Yoshis, that would be fine. That would make sense. A messy little mischief.

But the Yoshis in this game were ALSO made by Bowser Jr., according the the Japanese version of the Super Mario Bros. Encyclopedia! In a vacuum, this also makes sense, since they dissolve in water. But then let’s remember the whole situation of Yoshis and Snooza Koopas. Yoshis lived on the island, and Snooza Koopas displaced them. This means that Bowser Jr. must have created these Yoshis- long before the events of the game, and multiple generations ago, if they already have a natural history on the island!- and then created Snooza Koopas to drive away his own earlier creation. It just does not make sense!

And another example is the Bloopers of this game! Yes, they look different from standard Bloopers, but we know there can simply be variants of the same enemy type. More importantly, though, Piantas are shown to catch and EAT these Bloopers, as well as Jumping Bloopers! If they were made of goop, I do not believe they would be able to die and be dried without turning back into their original goopy state. Also, they spit ink, not goop, which, yeah! They are squids! Ink is an absolutely perfect way to have a non-goop-based creature still spread A goop, to keep the goop mechanics going.

And we know our dear Cataquack, who is confirmed to be native to Isle Delfino, and who even would reappear in later games, unlike other Sunshine-exclusive enemies! Despite this, they can turn into goop when defeated in some methods, which just makes the whole thing more confusing, and maybe even kind of meaningless if you ask me. Maybe Goop is just some kind of primordial ooze and even Mario is made of it. Even you are!

So what do I think the deal with Goop is? I think it may come from Piranha Plants naturally! Petey Piranha is heavily associated with Goop, and he is not exclusive to Sunshine, and has been said to be a MUTANT Piranha Plant. I think he was part of Sunshine not because he was made from Goop, but because he is perfect for a Goop-related job!

We also have Proto Piranhas, shown above, which are Piranha Plants born from and entirely made of Goop, even more emphasizing the relation between the two! I’m not sure I think Piranha Plants are all made from Goop to begin with- they lay eggs, silly!- but I absolutely think they are associated with and naturally produce it, and Petey’s mutation allowed him to produce extreme quantities of it. Surely, then, the Magic Paintbrush itself was created as a result of extensive Piranha Plant research by E. Gadd!

And thus is the end of my Goop Rant. Thank you so much for to reading my post. I would like to hear YOUR Goop Takes!

[lucagray813]

Shadow - Chapter 2

Title: Dreams & Nightmares

Rating: T

Word Count: ~10,000

Main Characters: Wukong, Macaque

Minor Characters: MK, Sandy

Relationships: Macaque/Wukong

Summary: Sharing a bed is much more difficult than Wukong or Macaque had seen coming but they're determined to figure it out.

Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Slice of Life, Literal Sleeping Together

CW: PTSD, panic attacks, blood, minor injury, mentions of canonical death

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Sharing a bed was a new development and it was one that was presenting more challenges than Wukong could have ever predicted.

Of the many issues he and Macaque were facing, he was however extremely pleased with their pre-sleep snuggling. As long as one of them didn't say anything too stupid or aggravating to ruin it, it was honestly probably the highlight of Wukong's day. Wrapped up with one another, in the comfort of one of their beds, the rest of the world shut outside - he sometimes wished it would never end.

Unfortunately, however, that was where the benefits of sharing a bed ended because actually sleeping together was proving to be almost impossible.

The first issue they had encountered was that they had wildly different preferences for their environment. Macaque's room was set-up to block out all of the outside world - no sound, no light, no monkeys. He slept best in absolute silence and stillness.

Wukong however was used to the sounds of the island always being present, he slept to the glow of the moon and stars at night and he always rose with the sun. Not to mention monkeys were largely allowed to come and go as they pleased and he often woke up under a small pile of them.

They were trying to find a compromise - like alternating whose room they slept in but it generally resulted in one or both of them getting no sleep. He really hadn't thought it would be so difficult to sleep in Macaque's room but as soon as they tried to turn in for the night, all Wukong could focus on was the all consuming silence around him.

The urge to make some sort of noise to fill it was almost unbearable - if he didn't start humming or whispering or something he would start to toss and turn restlessly. All of which prevented Macaque from sleeping as well.

He also hadn't realised how much the pitch black would bother him, he wasn't afraid of the dark after all. But opening his eyes and being able to see nothing without his golden vision unsettled him, he couldn't even see Macaque beside him and that stressed him out a bit more than he would like to admit. He thought that the fact that it wasn't a natural darkness might also be contributing to his unease.

The dark almost felt alive, like it was closing in on him. Even when his eyes were closed he swore he felt it trying to smother him.

Most attempts to sleep together ended with one of them leaving in the middle of the night to return to their own bed. Oftentimes, Macaque would actually just portal him out of his room when he got sick of his squirming. It didn't feel fair, Wukong could easily sleep through Macaque not being able to but the same couldn't be said for the opposite.

They were snuggled in Wukong's bed as they thought it over. Macaque's head resting on his chest as Wukong proposed, "Surely, you could just modify some earplugs and an eye mask to block out all the sounds and light? Just take whatever seals you use for your room and make 'em smaller."

Macaque grumbled, "Why don't you just wear headphones and light up goggles?"

"First of all, light up goggles that shine light into your eyes? They aren't a thing - literally nobody wants that." He poked at Macaque's visible ear, "And second of all, you'd be able to hear the headphones too, Mr. Six-Ears. It would defeat the whole point!"

Macaque huffed, "The eye mask won't work - my whole body is sensitive to light not just my eyes." He paused to think about it, "Hmm. Maybe we can compromise - what if I could make you a shadow friendly nightlight?"

He couldn't help but feel a little insulted, "A nightlight? What am I - a hundred years old? I don't need a nightlight! Can't you just sleep in, like, normal dark? We could get some blackout blinds."

Macaque mumbled derisively, "You certainly act like you are." Wukong jabbed him in the side but Macaque just ignored it, "I guess, we could give it a try. I'm still going to workshop a shadow nightlight though. That might actually just be handy to have anyway, seeing as my lantern is gone."

While he was adamant he didn't need a nightlight, maybe Macaque did. Could be he was thinking of some sort of anti-nightlight rather than what Wukong has been picturing. He'd reserve any teasing or offense until he knew what Macaque had in mind.

In the meantime, he pulled out some hair and summoned a clone, black out blinds and the tools to install them. As they idly watched as the clone got to work, he asked, "What about the ear plugs? That's got to be a cinch for you to set up."

For whatever reason, Macaque looked oddly reluctant. He turned his face further into Wukong's chest and offered a lackluster, "Yeah, I'll look at it tomorrow."

Wukong jostled him slightly, "What's with the bad attitude? It's literally the perfect solution and you could probably throw it together in like five minutes."

"Sure, whatever. It's tomorrow's problem. I just don't want to get up and do it now."

Wukong didn't believe him in the slightest. He could have easily gotten a shadow clone to do the job, no getting up required. Clearly, there was something else at play here but god forbid Macaque just tell him what it was. He could push it and cut their snuggle time short or he could leave it until tomorrow to pester him about.

It wasn't that hard a decision.

He sighed and held Macaque tighter, "Fine. We'll look at it tomorrow. You're not going to be able to get any sleep tonight though."

Macaque just shrugged, "I'll just head to mine after you fall asleep."

He appreciated the heads up. He did not like waking up to no Macaque with no warning, "Well, we can test the blackout blinds for a bit at least."

The clone had dispersed itself once it had completed it's task and so Wukong simply leaned over to turn off the bedside lamp. Damn, those blinds actually made a huge difference and while he didn't love it, it was a much less oppressive dark than the one that occupied Macaque's room - he could live with this. The sun wouldn't be able to shine through and tell him it was time to wake him up but he was sure the sounds of the island would let him know.

He asked, "What do you think?"

"Hm, it's not bad."

He let out a fond huff. Macaque was seemingly allergic to acknowledging his good ideas but he'd let it slide for now. He was too tired to needle him for what would be a halfhearted admission at best.

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The morning brought an empty bed and a dark room and he couldn't say that he loved waking up like that. He would have to say to Macaque about lifting the blinds and opening the window if he was going to bail on him but he had slept absolutely fine so if they could fix the noise issue then they might very well be in business.

He just had to hope whatever hangup Macaque had about it was easy to resolve and if he would just tell him what it was he was sure he'd be able to put any concerns to bed.

It took him awhile to track down Macaque that day. He had gotten a lot better at letting him know when he was leaving the island for a bit so he felt pretty confident he was around somewhere. With some help from the monkeys he eventually tracked him down to the library, surrounded by pages and pages of scrawled notes on what he assumed were the noise cancelling seals.

Macaque's eye sight was not what it had been back in the day and while this caused him a lot of issues with reading, he had found a pretty clever work around for writing. The pen he held in his hand glowed with his magic and as he wrote it left a trail of ink and shadows, so until he dismissed the latter he could effectively "see" what he had written.

Wukong leaned his hip against the table he was working at and crossed his arms, "Alright, what's this about? You already have the seals you need - they don't need reworked like this. What are you up to?"

Macaque scoffed, "What would you know? Who's the seals expert here?"

Admittedly, it was Macaque but Wukong was no slouch either, "Fine. Be that way. I'll just have a look myself, shall I?"

He started picking up various pieces of paper to try and make sense of what Macaque was doing. It was made slightly more difficult by the nonsensical order the sheets were in but eventually he guessed, "You're trying to limit the range of your hearing? Why? I thought you needed absolute silence in order to sleep?"

Macaque tried to shrug nonchalantly but Wukong could see the embarrassed look he was trying to hide by glaring down at the table and that, of course, changed the game entirely. He pulled up a chair, propped his head up on his hands and grinned obnoxiously as he sang, "Oh. I know that face. You could save yourself a lot of trouble if you just tell me now."

"It's nothing. Just leave it."

Ah, but that wasn't an "If you don't leave it, we're going to have a fight.", it was definitely a "Please, leave it, the answer is bad for my image." He had a feeling he might already know the answer but he wanted Macaque to say it.

"What range are you trying to reduce it to? From what I can see, you want it almost as short as possible. Maybe as short, as say, oh, I don't know, the size of a bed?"

Macaque valiantly tried to ignore him, scribbling more notes as Wukong pretended to ponder, "But why would you want that? What could possibly be in that proximity that you would want to hear?"

He pushed his face close to Macaque's, knowing grin firmly in place, even as his head was none to gently pushed away, as Macaque griped, "You know what, forget it. I change my mind, why would I ever want to share a bed with you in the first place?"

Wukong laughed, easily getting back into his personal space to tease him, "You want to be able to hear me when we're sleeping together~. Who knew you were so sappy?"

He did. He knew deep down, underneath that grouchy façade was a total softie, who liked gentle and meaningful moments and gestures. Wukong couldn't help the way his grin started to slip. He'd never been very good at giving or receiving such a thing back when they were younger but in hindsight it was easy to see how desperately Macaque had always wanted them, how much he'd valued the rare moments that Wukong slowed down long enough to unknowingly indulge him.

He sat back in his chair and looked over the seals in front of him, he was keenly aware of Macaque regarding him warily at the shift in energy, but instead of teasing him further he offered, "Can I do anything to help? I could look up some books? I'm sure I must have something that could be useful."

Macaque hesitated for a moment before responding cautiously, "Well, I'm more or less there with reducing the range but it would be nice if it's something I could just keep on all the time and adjust the range as needed." He tried to tease light-heartedly, "Like being able to reduce it to zero when you start talking too much."

They bickered back and forth as they worked together to find a set of seals that would do the job and in moments of quiet Wukong couldn't help but consider how important being able to hear him was to Macaque.

His hearing was the only one of his senses that hadn't been severely muted after being resurrected. Even his sense of touch had been diminished greatly which meant that when they were holding each other Macaque was mostly relying on magic to actually be able to "feel" it.

Wukong could see him, he could touch him, he could smell him and though he could hear him, it wasn't like how Macaque could hear him. Macaque could hear his heartbeat from a mile away, he could hear every breath, he could hear every little thing his body did. He'd always been able to do that but with his other senses now almost useless he thought being able to hear was all the more important to him.

To him, that must be part of feeling close to him. While emotionally he might feel just as much as Wukong when they held each other, physically it was nowhere near the same. Magic and sound were really the only way he was able to process the world these days, cutting off one would severely limit his ability to do that.

With all that in mind, it was easy not to want to tease him too badly over wanting to be able to hear his heartbeat, and everything else, as they slept together. Wukong liked to be able to do the same on occasion, with his head pillowed against Macaque's chest so he could hear his heart beating slowly but steadily.

He was obviously still going to tease him about it but it could wait until they had figured out how to make these seals work. Between the two of them though he was confident they would make short work of it.

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It took a longer than the couple of hours Wukong had envisioned but after a few days they both felt confident they had cracked it, they had tested it's limits thoroughly and Wukong would be lying if he said he wasn't ecstatic to go to bed that night.

Macaque still wanted to work on the shadow nightlight but that was definitely going to take a little longer to figure out and Wukong could offer very limited help with that one but he liked to think his black out curtains would suffice in the meantime.

By the time they were in bed, Wukong was restless with excitement and Macaque wasn't shy in teasing him for it, "What kind of loser is this excited just to go to bed? Also, you realise you're never actually going to fall asleep like this, right? And if you don't fall asleep, I won't be able to fall asleep. And I'll kick your ass if we went to all this effort just for you to screw it up."

He was doing a pretty bad job at playing it cool and some part of him did cringe at that but the louder part of him was just too excited to finally be able to sleep together because then they got to wake up together! And if there was anything better than late night cuddles, it had to be lazy morning cuddles!

...

Man, he really was a loser! Macaque would never let him live it down if he said that out loud!

But eventually, much later than he usually would, he began to feel tired and as he felt himself drifting off he unthinkingly placed a soft kiss next to Macaque's ear, just overwhelmed by the sappy feelings in his chest from how glad he was here. He heard his breath hitch for a moment before he laughed quietly, "Yeah, alright, Casanova, go to sleep."

When he woke up in the morning, he was delighted to see Macaque dozing quietly but also disgruntled that he hadn't woken up with one of them holding the other. In hindsight, he should have seen that coming. For all the stillness he had cultivated in his waking life, it did not seem to apply when he slept.

The monkeys complained constantly that he moved around a lot and honestly he was surprised Macaque had managed to sleep through it. Although, perhaps he hadn't for the most part and he was going to get an earful when Macaque actually woke up but for now he quite happily threw an arm around him, unfathomably pleased he finally had the chance to do so.

Macaque opened an eye to look at him blearily for a moment before closing it and snuggling up to him. Wukong was sure in that moment he knew pure bliss.

And that was that, Wukong thought. They'd cracked it. They could sleep together all the time and have absolutely no issues. Sure, maybe his rolling about was a little annoying sometimes but Macaque seemed to tolerate it pretty well, just implemented some well placed shadows if it got too much.

But there were two issues that shortly cropped up that he hadn't considered. One of which he really should have seen coming, the other he thought he could be forgiven for never even thinking about.

He and Macaque had been through a lot, both together and individually and neither of them had made it to this point unscathed. And so nightmares were somewhat of a given but the first time Wukong startled awake from a bad dream with Macaque beside him he felt like he'd dived straight into another.

He had sat up sharply, breathing unsteadily as he tried to fight off the remnants of his night terrors. His breathing had slowed and when he looked around the room to reassure himself it had all been a dream, his eyes fell on Macaque.

He had felt momentarily relieved he hadn't woken him up but as he laid a hand gently on his arm to soak up some comfort he was struck by how cold he felt. Macaque always ran a little cold but this felt unnatural.

It was as he stared at him curled up that the terrifying realisation that he wasn't breathing struck him. He moved his hand from his arm to his back, sure it must just be the dark playing tricks on him but he couldn't feel anything. No rise and fall of his breathing, no heartbeat against his palm.

For a moment, everything was soaked in blood. The earth he sat upon, the hand he had placed on Macaque, Macaque.

Time repeated itself as he desperately pushed Macaque so he could see his face but it was damaged and bloody beyond all recognition. He shook him violently as terror overcame his voice, "No, no, no, no, no! Macaque! Macaque! You can't be-! Macaque! Wake up!"

Wukong froze as Macaque's eyes snapped open with a sharp intake of breath and he was immediately alarmed as he tried to sit up, "Wukong? What's going on? What-?"

He was cut off as Wukong pulled him into a crushing hold, a sob escaped him, "Macaque. Fuck, you weren't breathing, you didn't- your heart it wasn't-"

Macaque did his best to return his hold and he must have used the shadows to turn on the lamp but Wukong just buried his face into his neck as tears escaped him, "You're alive, you're alive..."

Macaque tried to soothe him over his mantra, "I'm alive. It's alright, it was just a bad dream."

Wukong pulled back, hands firmly on his shoulder, "No, it wasn't! You weren't moving, you were so cold - you're still cold! I woke up and you were just lying there! And..."

He would have kept going if he hadn't noticed the red underneath his palms, he pulled them away from Macaque as if he'd been burnt and it revealed the damage he had done while shaking him awake. He felt sick but his attempts to retreat were halted by Macaque grabbing him, his eyes glanced at Wukong's bloody hands briefly before telling him, "It was an accident. I can't feel it. I'm fine."

He shook his head, weakly trying to pull out of Macaque's hold. He had to get away from him, before he hurt him anymore than he already had. But Macaque seemed to have found his resolve and he didn't let go as he summoned a small first aid kit from the shadows, "Don't run away." His expression softened, "C'mon, help patch me up."

Macaque let one of his arms go to raise a hand slowly to his face, he flinched away but Macaque wasn't deterred and once his hand lay against his cheek Wukong was powerless but to lean into it, his voice was hoarse, "I'm sorry."

It wasn't enough. Nothing he could ever say or do would ever be enough but it was all he could offer.

Macaque's thumb stroked his face, "I know."

There was no forgiveness. There was understanding and acceptance and a decision to move forward but even that felt like more than he deserved. He closed his eyes and felt the tears sting before he pulled Macaque's hand away from his face and picked up the first aid kit.

It was a pointless gesture. The wounds would heal by themselves in a matter of hours but it soothed something in him to quietly tend to his wounds. Macaque only nodded when he apologized for the sting of the antiseptic and it wouldn't be until much later that it would dawn on him that he probably hadn't even felt it.

All in all the wounds weren't anything concerning, the bruises that would accompany them would be much worse but he felt better for being able to gingerly run his hand over the bandages.

Although he had been quiet throughout, Macaque had gently spoken to him the entire time, nonsense really, just making noise to reassure him he was here and that he was alive.

Warmth had steadily returned to his skin, and he could see the way his chest rose and fell with each breath - each one slowly wiping away the horror he thought he was reliving.

When he was finally done, Macaque held his hands and asked him, "You alright?"

He nodded but he was sure he looked a little crazed as he responded, "I swear, I didn't dream it, I didn't make it up. You were so still still, Mac. I couldn't see you breathing or feel your heartbeat. And you were so cold."

"I believe you."

Relief warred with concern, "Is that... Is that how you sleep?"

It definitely hadn't been how he'd slept before he'd come back and the thought that he slept like a literal corpse was one that made him feel intensely uncomfortable.

"I... I guess it must be. Not like I've had a way to know before now. I can run a couple of tests to try and figure it out? I mean, I'm pretty sure I know the why but the how would be good to know."

Warily he asked, "What sort of tests?"

Macaque shrugged, "I'll probably set up a camera, wear a heart monitor, or something next time I'm sleeping by myself."

He was torn over whether he wanted to be involved in these tests. On one hand he wanted to reassure himself that this was Macaque's new normal but on the other, he wasn't sure he could bear to see Macaque like that again, "I could..."

Macaque raised an eyebrow, "Watch me sleep? No thanks, you creep."

He couldn't muster up the energy to be offended, "You'll tell me what you find?"

"Yeah, you'll be all messed up otherwise."

He would but there was no need to comment on that, "Can we just...?"

He gestured to the bed and after Macaque had removed the first aid kit, he lay down and held Wukong as he listened to his heartbeat.

He left the light on all night.

---

The next week was more than a little rough and honestly Macaque deserved some sort of reward for putting up with him. His mood was all over the place - he swung between being clingy and distant, overbearing and snappy - but Macaque had done his best to be patient even if Wukong could tell it was really weighing on him.

Belatedly, he has realised it wasn't just the emotional labour, Macaque was getting that sickly look he took on when he needed to return to the Void to recharge and Wukong could barely stand the thought of him sleeping by himself to test this new discovery, let alone have him disappear for days, if not weeks.

While he toiled over that, Macaque had learnt that if he managed to get into deep sleep his heart rate, breathing and temperature dropped dramatically. It didn't happen every night but when it did happen it generally was only for a couple of hours max - it only lasted as long as he was in deep sleep for. Although Wukong suspected Macaque was getting less and less sleep, let alone deep sleep, as the week carried on.

And it was with no small amount of guilt and reluctance that he finally told Macaque he should go and recharge. Macaque didn't even put up a token protest, relief clearly visible but he promised to be back as soon as he could, tiredly kissing the back of Wukong's hand before falling into the shadows.

Wukong had resolved to get himself sorted out while he was away. This "poor mental health" thing he had going on just clashed terribly with his image and it really felt awful to have Macaque deal with it. He wouldn't have felt nearly as bad he was sure if the trigger for it hadn't been a terrible reminder of the worst moment of his life.

There was no arguing however that that day had ended far worse for Macaque than him and it wasn't fair that he was having to comfort Wukong over it. Who made someone comfort their killer over anything, let alone their death?

Him, apparently.

Wukong knew that overall he had changed for the better but every once in a while the cracks revealed he was still that same selfish person he'd always been. The proof was right in front of him - intentionally or not, he had still expected Macaque to weather the consequences of his actions, to soothe any of Wukong's hurts regardless of his own.

It wasn't right. After everything, he should be better than this. Macaque deserved better than this. When he came back, he would apologise for his behaviour and then he wouldn't let it happen again.

It was, of course, easier said than done. His nightmares had been hellish ever since that night and now Macaque wasn't even here for him to confirm that that's all it had been - a bad dream. That Macaque was still alive and well and he could breathe easy.

On the third night he caved and astral projected to Macaque. He had been confident he would be asleep and he had been right. This was fine, he told himself at the time. He wasn't bothering Macaque he was just checking he was still among the living - totally normal and healthy thing to do. If he sat there and watched Macaque's soul as he slept for an undisclosed amount of time then no-one needed to know.

He only let himself have such reassurance once. He was furious at himself come morning - not only was he using Macaque as a crutch, he could have accidentally woken him up! His mind had been in turmoil, he was lucky his energy hadn't matched it and disturbed Macaque from his slumber.

Unfortunately, he hadn't sorted himself out by the time MK and his friends came for a training session and despite his best efforts it was clear something was amiss. He would have appreciated it if they could have been at least a tiny bit subtler as they theorised why. Comments about a lover's spat ensured he showed zero mercy after their break.

After all was said and done MK managed to get him alone, obviously concerned about him and the clearly missing Macaque. But what could Wukong tell him?

Ah, nothing to worry about, bud. Macaque is just a little more shadow these days and apparently sleeps like a corpse as a result! Scared the shit out of me and I don't know how to deal with it. I need him to get back from the Void, like, four days ago. Did I mention the Void? The one he needs to visit every month or so or he looks like death warmed over? No? Well, you see...

As far as he knew Macaque hadn't revealed anything about his new state of existence to anyone but him. But even if he didn't care about spilling the beans, he in no way was going to ladle MK with whatever self-inflicted trauma he was trying to process. The kid dealt with enough of his shit as it was.

He had however also resolved himself not to lie to him again so he resigned himself to being at least a little vulnerable. He cursed the way his face warmed as he offered, "Look, Macaque's away and I've not been sleeping well, alright? He'll be back soon though - he just had something important he needed to do off the island."

After promising that Macaque was really okay and enduring some lighthearted teasing about being so "lovey-dovey", MK had been suitably convinced but had taken it upon himself to come back and hang out tomorrow to distract him from his "moping".

He had quite happily skipped off before Wukong could say anything to the contrary.

Wonderful.

He trudged back to his house feeling very put upon. He wasn't moping. He was... reflecting! Reflecting hard on himself, his life choices and how to make better ones! And he didn't have time to entertain MK while he figured all that out! You know what? He'd just astral project to MK and tell him he was busy tomorrow.

Busy... reflecting...

Wait. What was he thinking? He loved hanging out with MK! And he wanted to ditch him so he could sit and feel miserable all day? Jeez, he was even more out of sorts than he realised.

And this could be just the thing to knock him out of the funk he'd been in as well. No wonder he wasn't getting anywhere - he was sitting here wallowing all by himself! He needed to do something fun, something separate from any complicated feelings regarding himself or Macaque, something that brought him firmly back to the present.

And what better way to do that than by hanging out with MK? His steps changed from petulant stomps to a determined march - he and MK were going to have a great time! He'd set up a whole bunch of different things for them to do - he'd plan a couple of training scenarios, he'd pick out some movies and video games, set up some art supplies, make some food.

It was going to be great!

----

MK's grin, had just a touch of contriteness to it, as he gestured enthusiastically to his cheerfully waving companion, "I hope you don't mind but I invited Sandy!"

Wukong did his best to keep his grin from appearing as strained as it felt, "You sure did. Would have appreciated a heads up, bud."

MK again only looked ever so slightly apologetic, "Ah, sorry! It was sort of a spur of the moment thing! Sandy had today off and I knew he'd been desperate for a tea foraging session here on the island!"

Sandy did indeed have all the dressings of a man here to forage - he had a rather comically large wicker basket filled with shears and various other bits and bobs. The sun hat with ribbon and flower tucked underneath did really complete the look.

Excitedly Sandy explained, "There's so many rare plants here! But even the not so rare ones are of unbelievable quality! I promise that I am a very responsible forager though - I have the certificates to prove it if you would like to see them!"

He proceeded to rustle through his wicker basket to produce a small handful of documents which he proudly presented to Wukong. Somehow, Sandy destroying his island wasn't actually a concern of his and he pushed the papers away from him, "Yeah, I'm just going to go ahead and believe you."

MK piped up, "Sandy's just going to do his own thing for a bit and then we'll meet up for lunch." He held up a takeout bag, "Which Pigsy has ever so kindly provided! Which gives me all morning to kick your tail!"

He felt himself getting pumped up at such a bold declaration, "Well, someone's feeling cocky! You've still got a ways to go before you're on the Monkey King's level Monkie Kid!"

Not as much as either of them would like to admit however. But while he had planned today's training to be more focused on having a good time, he did appreciate the odd occasion where he could throw out some advice and he beamed with pride when MK successfully implemented it.

They were both more than a little sweaty and scruffy by the time they called it quits and as they cleaned up MK filled him in on everything going on in his life - the Monkie Kid was a well sought after hero and celebrity and as a result MK was getting the chance to see a lot more of the world.

It was a bit of a bittersweet feeling but overall he loved hearing MK's stories, and he'd gained a lot of confidence in the years that Wukong had officially known him - he'd really come into his own.

His good mood was only slightly dashed by returning to see that Sandy had already prepared their lunch and Wukong tried not to let on how awkward he felt around the blue giant. It helped that Sandy and MK could talk for ten so as long as he looked like he was listening and engaged every once in a while they didn't seem to notice or mind he was suddenly a little unenthusiastic.

It wasn't that he disliked Sandy, or Pigsy or Tang for that matter, but could you blame him for being slightly uncomfortable being around people that wore the faces of his dead brothers? They clearly weren't the same people but there were just enough hints of familiarity that being around them made his heart ache for what had been lost.

It wasn't too bad as long as MK was around, which is why, of course, the universe had him temporarily abandon him.

Sandy had prepared them tea after lunch and before MK had even tasted it he had exclaimed, "Oh! I know exactly what we need to go with this! Wait here! I'll be right back!"

He had been deaf to Wukong's questions and somewhat desperate suggestions that he could go fetch whatever it was instead and so he could only watch as he disappeared around the corner of the cave. He cringed slightly as he turned back to Sandy as the man spoke, "Ah! Good ol' MK! His heart is in the right place but I have a feeling he might be a minute - why don't we go ahead and start without him, hm?"

Sandy gently placed a cup in front of him before taking a large sip from his own, heaving a heavy sigh of contentment, "Ah! It's just a simple blend but some teas just taste best when they're freshly picked. Give it a try - I want to see if you can guess what's in it!"

He could do this, MK wouldn't be gone that long, and Sandy was by far the friendliest of MK's companions, "Er, sure."

He took a sip and blinked down at it in surprise, "Hey, this tastes just like my afternoon blend. How did you...?"

Sandy grinned widely, "Macaque is a very loyal customer - he comes to see me once a month to top up on tea. I always had a feeling they were probably more for you than they were for him - he really doesn't seem to care what he drinks. It all seems the same to him."

He hid his grimace behind another sip. Yeah, tea was basically a waste of time for Macaque - he couldn't taste it or smell it. Hell, he probably couldn't even feel how hot it was - he may as well just be drinking lukewarm water.

It was super easy for Macaque to go pick up any groceries they needed. Wukong would order it all online and the delivery driver just had to drop it through the ominous shadow portal waiting for them. It hadn't dawned on him until now that he hadn't had to restock his selection of teas for quite some time.

Why go to the effort of getting it from Sandy though? He was sure they could have just as easily ordered it in, "You cutting him a good deal or something?"

Sandy laughed and sat up a little proudly, "One hour of his time over a pot of tea when he comes to collect! I know, I know, I drive a hard bargain! But he always pays up. I even think he's starting to enjoy our little catch ups!"

Wukong snorted. He could just picture Macaque doing his best to be civil as he was forced to have tea time with Mr. Sunshine and Rainbows here. No wonder he hadn't told him about it - he was going to tease him relentlessly for it when he got back.

His desire for more potentially embarrassing details overrode his awkwardness, "Wouldn't have thought Macaque made for a great tea time buddy - what do you two even talk about?"

"Oh, nothing exciting. Although recently I have been trying to convince him to come and put on another shadow play at the youth centre - the kids absolutely love them! Macaque is such a good story teller!"

Ah, not the sort of insider knowledge he was expecting but he'd absolutely take it. Macaque putting on shows for little kids? Hilarious and yet incredibly endearing. Macaque liked to act all high brow when it came to theatre and the arts but the truth was he'd always been happy to perform regardless of "prestige".

Wukong was no slouch when it came to story telling himself, especially if it was a retelling of one of his own adventures, but he had little issue admitting Macaque tended to have him beat. Sure, Wukong had the enthusiasm but with source material like he had he scarcely needed anything else.

Macaque knew how to really elevate a story though, knew where to take dramatic pauses and how to build up tension and anticipation and obviously with his shadows he could make some spectacular visuals to accompany it all. One of his favourite things about returning home from an adventure back in the day was watching Macaque retell the tale to an audience of thousands.

It was nice that he was getting a chance to do that again, even if the stories were probably Monkey King free. Obviously it was nowhere near the same scale as it had once been, but maybe this would encourage him to really get back into it. Wukong would have to ask him about it when he got back. He could even help him practice or make props, like old times - it could be a lot of fun!

With a lot less mischief than expected and a genuine desire to know he asked Sandy to tell him what stories Macaque had shared so far. Apparently he'd been slowly working his way through the Adventures of Shí Yáng and Wukong's smile was fond and nostalgic as Sandy filled him in.

Given these were young children, Macaque made the show as interactive as possible and done silly things like intentionally giving animals the wrong proportions so the kids could point them out - like a donkey with comically long legs. He, of course, kept the game going by overcorrecting and giving it tiny legs.

When the show was over he'd even taught the kids how to make shadow puppets with their hands. God, Wukong wished he was here so he could squish his face and coo at him for being so cute! He couldn't believe that Macaque had kept all of this from him!

Well, actually, he could. But that wasn't the point! He'd been deprived of both Macaque being cute and the opportunity to make fun of him for it! Unforgivable!

MK came back at the tail end of this conversation, arms laden with fruit, and immediately joined in on exposing what Macaque got up to outside of the island. MK got the gossip first hand from Bǎi Hé and Red Son - the latter complaining at some length about Macaque parading around the palace as if he owned the place.

Wukong knew that Macaque did things off the island but it hadn't really occurred to him he had, like, an actual life out there. He was out doing things, meeting people, having fun - granted he spent most of his time on the island with him, or in the Void, but it sounded like he was somewhere else at least once or twice a week.

All of which was great!

...But it sort of shone a stark light on how Wukong was spending his eternity. He really had grown accustomed to the peace and comfort of the island, sure it had gotten a little lonely every once in a while but that had almost been totally alleviated by Macaque's presence, but hearing about Macaque's experiences sort of made him feel hungry for his own.

Not in the "run amok across all the realms" kind of way though! Been there, done that! But, y'know, it could be nice getting out there every once in a while and stretching his legs. And who knows? Maybe he and Macaque could do something fun together, go on a double date with Niú and Gōngzhǔ or something?

Yeah! They were both here and alive and there was a whole world for them to explore together!

----

His mood had been lifted greatly since MK and Sandy's visit, though the wait for Macaque's return did diminish it somewhat. Whispering doubts and anxious thoughts still invaded his mind from time to time, spurred on by the odd nightmare but overall he was feeling better.

He was getting incredibly antsy waiting however. He was sure this wasn't the longest amount of time Macaque had been gone but he was getting increasingly tempted to check in on him. Wake him up from his week-long nap and make sure he was coming back soon.

He only just resisted the urge but he couldn't help but ponder if there was some sort of science to this - he was sure it wasn't just a one-to-one situation and that Macaque had to spend equal amounts of time here and in the Void. Were there things that prompted a longer recovery time than normal? Maybe there were things that could be done to help stave off the need to go back?

He'd just have to ask him if he knew when he got back.

Admittedly, he was getting a little down about the lack of Macaque and it was as he was staring listless up through the peach tree's leaves, lying on one of it's branches that he finally returned.

"Man, you're still moping?"

Wukong startled but upon looking down and seeing Macaque standing there he couldn't even pretend to play it cool. He all but tripped out of the tree as he tried to get to him as quickly as possible. With a joyful shout of his name, he had him swept up in a powerful hug, lifting him clean off the floor, "You're back!"

"Woah! Well someone's pleased to see me."

For a second, he considered putting Macaque down and trying to backpedal from this overly affectionate display but there really was no saving face now and he was an "in for a penny, in for a pound" kind of guy.

So pushing down any embarrassment, he threw Macaque up in the air slightly before grabbing him and spinning him around, laughing all the while, "You have no idea how glad I am to see you!" When he finally stopped and looked up at his face he almost felt glad Macaque couldn't see the dopey smile he was wearing, "I missed you like crazy."

Macaque, the bastard, just pretended to be alarmed and managed to free an arm so he could lay a hand on his forehead, "Are you sick?" He freed his other hand and forced Wukong's eyes open wider to peer at them, "Cursed?" Before grasping the sides of his head and moving it around to examine it, "Replaced by a really poor imitation? Like, really poor, just look at these ears, they're-"

Wukong shook him, "As if you can actually see me, you dick. Why are you like this? Just tell me you missed me too! Why do you always have to ruin the moment?"

Macaque just laughed and Wukong was torn between squeezing him tightly because he was so happy to hear it and throwing this jerk into the nearest body of water. He was almost forgiven when he brought his hands to cup Wukong's cheeks and smiled at him fondly before he leaned down as if to kiss his forehead.

Instead of actually doing that however he whispered, "You are such a loser."

He took advantage of his incredulous disbelief to melt into the shadows only to reappear a short distance away, he winked at him before dashing off and despite it all Wukong couldn't stop grinning - even as he chased after him, shouting curse after him all the while.

It took some time but as they laid beside each other amongst the trees, Macaque trapped in his arms, he finally got that kiss. Placed on top of his head before Macaque confessed, "I missed you too."

Wukong snorted, "What a loser."

----

As they made their way back to their home, Wukong filled Macaque in on everything he'd missed - deliberately excluding anything that could be interpreted as him "moping" and also avoiding the gossip about the monkey himself he'd picked up - the latter he wanted to save for another day.

But he told him about training with MK and any monkey drama he'd missed and by the time they were comfortably settled on the couch Macaque was pretty much up to date. A little awkwardly, Wukong asked, "Er, I guess, you don't have any updates for me? Do you really just sleep the entire time you're there?"

Macaque hummed thoughtfully, "I mean, sleeping is the easiest way to describe it?" He tilted his head to rest on the back of the couch as he tried to find the words, "It does sort of feel like I'm dreaming but it's more like... I'm one with the shadows? Like, all of them. I'm everywhere and nowhere all at once."

Slightly warily Wukong asked, "So, were you able to see what I was doing while you were away?"

He snorted, "I don't need to have seen you to know how you spent the last week or so. But yes and no. Shadows don't have senses like people do. I can't see, I can't hear, can't speak, smell or feel. But I know the shapes of the shadows and I can't piece together some of what's happening through that."

He closed his eyes and poked to the side of Wukong's nose, "The light in this room is off to your side so there's a faint shadow right here - combined with the other shadows I can figure out roughly what you look like and what you're doing."

He opened his eyes and explained, "I'm not seeing it though. I am that shadow and every other one in this room. Or at least that's how it is when I'm in the Void. I can sort of do it out here too but I've got my hearing and my magic, and my other senses to a much lesser extent, that give me more information to work with. Which is great but it makes "being one with the shadows" a bit more difficult."

He felt like he sort of understood even if he couldn't quite grasp what it was to have no senses but still be able to know the world around you to some extent. He questioned, "But when you're there you're one with all the shadows? Like, the entire time? Doesn't that drive you totally crazy?"

He thought being able to hear everything within a five mile radius was a lot of information to process but literally every shadow in existence? That was beyond comprehension!

"Technically? But I think my mind just focuses on stuff that's familiar? You know, to stop my brain melting out my ears? So even though I am everywhere, my subconscious is really only in one defined area? Like the island, or the city, or DBK's place. It's a pretty light touch too - I'm aware of where I am but I'm not really thinking about it too hard?"

"Sounds nuts!"

"Yeah, I try not to think too much about it. Gives me a headache."

No wonder. Another question suddenly came to mind, "Wait, how do you know when to come back? Like, do you just "wake" up feeling refreshed or something?"

"Honestly, I'm still trying to figure it out. I think my body would happily stay there but my soul starts getting restless - so I guess it is sort of like waking up after a false few starts? But generally the longer I push it out here, the longer I need to be there."

"What counts as "pushing" it?"

Macaque looked a little frustrated, "Another work in progress. I've sort of been thinking of it like I've got an energy meter that depletes over time but certain things seem to use up the energy faster. But with so many variables it's almost impossible to tell if one thing is using up significantly more energy than something else. I am fairly certain exposure to bright light speeds things along - I actually feel physically uncomfortable standing in direct sunlight."

Alright, note to self, plan things in the shade going forward or get Macaque a parasol or something. He was willing to bite his tongue on it just now but he was going to kick Macaque's ass later for not telling him about the sunlight thing because even just during their chase earlier they had definitely both been in the sun for at least some of it.

Right now he focused on an idea that was slowly forming, "Do you have to wait to go back? Maybe you could just go for like an hour every day instead?"

Macaque hesitated before slowly offering, "It could work..."

"But...?"

"Well, I guess, I'm sort of worried about spending more time there than I need to? The working theory is these changes happened because my body was there for so long. If I spend too much time there..."

Wukong did not like that implication one little bit and his tail unconsciously tightened it's hold on Macaque's. He tried to reason with himself, it had taken almost five hundred years for Macaque to change this much and that was while being in the Void constantly throughout that time.

And again, that was the working theory. They didn't know for sure what had prompted the changes or how it worked. Very cautiously, he suggested, "Going off what we know, I don't think any other changes will happen quickly... So maybe it's worth exploring different options? If we could find a way to take a baseline measurement of, er, well, you as you are right now. We could try and track any changes? Like your eyesight or your hearing getting worse, y'know?"

Macaque seemed to mull it over, "Baselines probably aren't a bad idea... I was planning to spend the rest of the month sleeping alone to record my sleep..."

"What? No! We only just figured out how to sleep together! Just record yourself in my room and do your solo test next month if you have to!"

Macaque was unimpressed, "You are way too needy. It's always going to be "do the solo test next month"."

He gaped in offense but before he could argue that he was not needy, Macaque looked him dead in the eye, "Besides, you really want to sleep beside a corpse?"

His breath caught for a moment in the shock of such an awful statement before he grasped Macaque's shoulder and shook it angrily, "Don't say shit like that! That's- I-" His anger left him quickly and he leaned his head on Macaque's shoulder, "Don't say that, please."

Macaque's voice was not unkind but he did not back down, "Wukong, it will happen again. It might not be tonight, or anytime soon, but you'll wake up one night and I'll barely be breathing."

He took a shuddering breath and nodded against him, "I know but I can handle it. I just didn't expect it. I'll know what to do."

Macaque had figured out roughly what his heart rate and breathing slowed down to - Wukong just had to wait longer than he would have liked to be able to feel them.

He looked up at Macaque, "I'm sorry about last time. I'm sorry I freaked out and forced you to deal with it."

He did not appreciate the way Macaque flicked him between the eyes in response to his heartfelt apology. He rubbed his head as Macaque glared at him, "How stupid are you? You didn't "force" me to do anything. If I hadn't wanted to be there I could have left at any time. And apologising for freaking out because you thought I was dead? I'd have been more concerned if you hadn't freaked out."

"But I was a total mess for next week! You shouldn't have had to deal with that!"

"You say that as if you're not a total mess all the time. Newsflash, Wukong, you're a mess and so am I. This kind of shit is going to happen. God fucking help you when the shoes on the other foot but this is what whatever this is is all about. It's not all sunshine and rainbows being with someone."

He got that, he really did but it wasn't the same, "Macaque, you had to comfort me about killing you. That's not okay. You should never have to do that."

Macaque was derisive, "Oh yeah? And who else are you going to turn to for help? Like, I said, if I had a problem with that I would have already left."

Wukong just couldn't let it go, "I don't understand how you could possibly be okay with that?"

"What's there to understand? You were upset, I responded accordingly. I don't look at you and think "Ah, yes, Wukong, my murderer", I look at you and think-" He cut himself off as he looked away, a faint flush coming to his face but he faced him again with resolve, "I look at you and think that I want us to spend the rest of eternity together."

He didn't have any time to be starstruck at Macaque's declaration before he continued with a sigh, "Look, I get why you think what happened is fucked up because it is fucked up. I'm not going to sit here and pretend it's not, I won't even pretend that we'll never have the opposite scenario on our hands where I'm the one freaking out but... We need to be able to face this together. I want us to face this together."

Wukong could only stare at him with teary eyes before his forehead fell back on Macaque's shoulder, he sniffled, "There's no way we're not both sleeping in my bed tonight."

----

Despite various levels of begging, bribing, coercion and trickery he could not convince Macaque to sleep with him for the rest of the month after that first night. Macaque was absolutely dedicated to tracking his sleep to identify any patterns but he had promised that next time he came back from the Void they could return to their previous routine.

At least, he indulged him in pre-sleeping bedtime snuggling still, but perhaps he knew Wukong would be unbearable if he didn't. Although he thought it much more likely that Macaque was just as fond of it as he was.

It was slow going finding ways to test and record all of Macaque's abilities but they had both agreed it was best to figure it out before switching up how often Macaque visited the Void. And in that time, they had unfortunately discovered more about each other's nightmares.

Wukong had been woken up more than once by claws digging into his chest with Macaque pressed tightly up against his back while shadows went haywire around the room. His terrified whispers about the Diyu and the Lady Bone Demon enough to clue him in on what had haunted his dreams.

Likewise, Macaque had been startled awake by Wukong in desperate need of reassurance that he wasn't still under the mountain - that all of this was real and he hadn't just imagined it all in another bout of delirium.

Nights were sometimes filled with quiet admissions of fears, both new and old, but equally they could be filled with hopes and dreams, both current and long since dead. The bed was where secrets of varying severity were finally shared.

Sharing a bed was a more meaningful development than Wukong had really given it credit for but for all it's ups and downs, it was absolutely worth it and he hoped they could have this for the rest of their lives.

--Chapter End--

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[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

I know you (and Yves himself lol) likes to keep alot of his EARLY past (like childhood) vague or perhaps that’s just not something that we’ve really explored as apart of his character but even though it’s been implied that he was raised impoverished, I get the vibe that he was actually born into wealth.

Like I remember you talking about how one or perhaps one of his parents shares some of the same traits as him in terms of child rearing so there’s a chance that through a series of unfortunate events, he was probably thrown into poverty instead of always existing in such a state. Possibly as punishment or perhaps his parent(s) just didn’t want him around and literally threw him to the streets to fend for himself. I find that this would add onto the “fall from Grace” flop era humiliation factor of his past.

Also it’s shown that he has this very convincing and natural old money essence and air around him, to the way he speaks, moves, and even eats his food. I notice that a lot of people who weren’t raised in such environments but eventually gain wealth, never seem to truly fit into old money circles and often times are socially ostracized because it’s painfully obvious that they aren’t as blue-blooded as them.

But at the same time, he did have literal DECADES to perfect himself so him being born into poverty could be plausible (just not as plausible to me, imo) but I’m just zhe reader, what do I know lol.

Anyways I’d love to hear your thoughts on this! Love your work

AOugh SHIT ANON BIG BRAIN IDEA 💡

YES omg u helped me connect the dots, yes its like the best explanation as to how Yves got his child abuse ideas from, and his experience with literal conversion camps.

Like he gained sentience after being out of that family, unclear whether he escaped or was exiled because i love to keep stuff a mystery, and found out he easily falls for tricks and was pretty dumb and have no idea what to do.

Literally decades of flopping so hard trained his slay muscle till he's buff and gets out of his hellhole, hence although he reeks of old money, he could naturally and fluidly adapt to impoverished lifestyles. He may dislike certain things, but NOTHING makes him squeamish

Like he fr dealt with the most disgusting things on earth and its just another tuesday for him to be covered in shit, piss, puke, blood, cum, rot, guts, decomposing materials, dick cheese, worms, maggots etc

Either thru one of his barbie jobs or like thru his flop era

But yet he still acts like an aristocrat cause he cant fully get rid of his roots, and it gives him comfort to know his flop days are behind him, like this is the type of essence where you JUST gotta be born with

So yeah these r my thoughts , thank you sm for the connection ily anon it really helps to better Yves's lore

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Do NOT meet him when he young he will shank you frfr

Is yves mentally okay

His flop era

Eating disorder galore

[changbinsboobs]

thats what I mean there is difference huge difference between chans work ethic and IN, IN who seems to have a playful outlook on life in general and in his work environment whereas bangchan seems verg hardcore focused 1000% on his work so much so that he doesnt really see the fun in whats going on around him, doesnt take enough time to rest or sleep.

so im now curious where it stems from cause a lot of the families surrounding idols can both negatively and positively affect an idols choice to go into the kpop world so im wondering if thats why or if its his birth chart or just his natural personality?

ngl I really would want INs personality the most fr. please could you do the bangchan reading for the other members as well? i loved how in depth it was and gave more insight into his personality or what he doesnt really show. good for him though for not being afraid ro argue for his rights i suppose. a lot of idols would probably never put their foot down or be kind of submissive or even overworship their company if they think theyre in the better position than other groups

Hi:) im gonna do the reputation readings individually upon request. Since i already did chan and have one for lee know in gonna use this request to do Changbin (going chronologically).

Changbin's Reputation

His overall reputations good, although i notice its much different than chan's, as in with chan, his reputation was based more on other idols' opinion or on people he has worked with, while with changbin its much more distant. With Chan is like opinion based on first hand experience, while with changbin its like "word is he..."

So based on that i think he's actually not that extroverted and vastly popular as it may look (or at least as it looked to me). I think he is indeed very sought out by others and popular and in demand - but among HIS people. Among his close circle.

People's overall view of him is that he's loaded AND generous and people close to him get a taste of that. This is the thing that gives the strongest impression. Idk if he's indeed that loaded that even idols are impressed by his wealth...or is it rather his generosity with it that is talked about? Or both? Or is this just something people associate him with? I mean, u know one day you wear pink shoes in school and people gave u a nickname that one day and remembered you by it, u have literary worn those shows just once to school but 5 years later everyone still calls you "pink shoe wearer" (ik very uncreative), even if it's not at all who you are and even if others have started to wear shoes like that by now too, ur still that one thats got that nickname and association with it. This could also be similar for Changbin's case. Orrrrr he is indeed loaded🤷🏻‍♀️

Another thing is that elders really like him. I think he's way more popular with a maturer crowd. So again i don't think he's all that popular within the idol crowds but rather with the staff, family etc.

Another big significance is his strength. It is indeed something thats talked about, im seeing rumours being whispered/thrown around how that and that has happened to him, and then people being like "omg but i would've never guessed." "Ik right he seemed like nothing's happened." Or a different scenario would be where there was a problem and people are "omg do you know what happened" and then they talk about it snd then they're like "he did that and that, and talked with this and this person, and they made a deal" or whatever - like theres a problem that seems so huge, but he has taken care of it. And thats really impressive to orhers. I think this is more concerning idols' view of him, rather than staff etc what i was talking about earlier.

I wouldn't say he's like a celeb among celebs, cuz the oomph's missing, but he definitely is someone rumors are made about. Someone thats often talked about - often in an admiring manner. He seems distant to other idols, like he's not IN their crowds, even if he still belongs to them. He feels like he's on another step or so, and they can't quite see in. I don't think there's really any interest towards him tbh, like people feeling the need to get to know him. I think he's a bit intimidating to them. Rather than that he's just someone thats there that you observe from the distance and hear a good thing or two from time to time.

He seems diligent st his work, good in his work, focused and with a good m, trustable work ethic. Respectful - im hearing. Thats why elders like him so much. And this card again shows how he's not IN their society but rather there. And he's doing his own thing, within his own bubble and his own circles. I think i have the word - he seems unapproachable, which isn't a problem for most people cuz they don't feel the need to approach him anyway. But ughh...no, unapproachable has a negative connotation and also seems like he's unapproachable cuz of something he's actively doing or not doing - which is not the case. Maybe instead if unapproachable i shouldn't say unreachable? Out of reach? But thats also somehow wrong, he is reachable, but people just don't feel to bother to reach out? Ugh idk i hope u get the vibe im feeling here.

I think people fear his sharp tongue a bit. And have a prejudice that he's sharp tongued and straight up no bullshit guy - which IS true, but he's not mean. I think some people really like this quality of his while so e feel intimidated and turned off by it.

Side note - but i think for the average idol he would be a real hit or muss cuz he has a very specific energy and personality (which in my opinion is great i don't understand how the whole world doesn't kiss his feet!!!😤🤌🏻💗) which would either put people off (which i think its sadly the case for most, at least in the beginning) straight away, or u immediately get obsessed with him. Bo in between. And i think for the people that initially are turned off by him, if given enough time they would actually really love him. They just need to get warmed up towards his more sharp/dark energy to be able to look past it and see his soft warm lovely heart💗. I can talk so much more about that topic, about people's perception of energy and how one neutral / balanced thing can be perceived in so many different ways depending on the beholder and its just so fascinating🤌🏻 but anyways i got carried away.

And lastly i think people view him as a creative "genius"/artist that can't be understood by everyone but no one can deny his talent. Wether you agree with him or don't its visible how good he is in what he does and regardless of your opinion on him u just have to enjoy the art he's making. This again has quite polar opposites to itself. I've gotten that in a few cards already, again this hit or miss feeling. I think (for Korean standards) he might be too sharp and real for most people, so, they don't necessarily dislike him - but they don't approve of him either. Omg yes thats exactly what I've been feeling for a while. Disapproval! I think quite a few people don't approve of his approach or way, just because they don't know him, and because he seem so unreachable and just on another plane it makes it even easier for lots of people to be disconnected from him and to feel weird around him and disapprove. I think he is too genuine for some people. That being said, he's very talented and everyone agrees on that no matter if they like his ways and approve of them. Because of his money and status people also keep more quite and don't go all out on him.

Ugh i think this reading got all over the place sadly, i think there's quite a few different groups of people and opinions on him and one one hand im talking about this, then in the next point about that, then about something completely different and so on. I hope you can kinda sense the differences in opinions/groups of people "talking".

[miguel-owhora]

Based on what Meeks said, I now believe that Arthur and Charles met through hunting in this AU

I also think Hosea is lowkey rocking the Howard Hamlin fits/suits while Dutch has his RDR1 haircut because it is more modern ig + fancy black suits for the job.

Susan is definitely the secretary of Dutch for Vanders (Idk what to name the company yet). You also mentioned John and Tilly working on being lawyers, probably to replace Dutch and Hosea in the future, so I'm thinking John met Abigail through Arthur as she is also studying at that college. I can't think of her major, though. 

I also think it's funny how Arthur is just chilling at college, having a self-portrait due to 2pm or something while waiting for Micah, them having a date at some spot Charles told him about while his whole family is causing immense fraud at the moment, breaking regulations, and are faking statements/proof for some case that would get every single one of them in jail for decades if caught. 

OG Anon

I like to think Abigail studies education or nursing, or becomes an EMT of some sort, only because I think it'd be funny. That being said, I also don't know what she would study. It's up for interpretation me thinks. I think Arthur met her first, and then introduced her to Tilly and they became friends (Side info: I think Mary-Beth + Karen are both lawyers, like majority of the gang, and I think the two become Tilly's mentors while she studies and stuff.)

Maybe Tilly brought Abigail over for a playdate, or to do some studying - whatever the case, John just so happened to be there. I think the Vandermatthews' household has a dog or two, and John likes to roughhouse with them outside and always comes inside the house all dirty. So he didn't think much when he walked inside, covered in dirt and drool, and paused when he saw Tilly and her pretty friend.

He just goes red with embarrassment and all but flees, and Tilly's annoyed on his behalf and apologizes to Abigail about her "unruly and annoying, filthy mutt of a brother." Abigail, however, is just enamored.

I imagine they both reach out to Tilly about each other, and Tilly is disappointed that they like each other (jokingly, ofc. She's happy they're together but threatens John every time.)

And I love the idea of Charles and Arthur accidentally meeting each other whilst hunting. I'm not sure what Charles would study, probably something related to the environment/nature, but they immediately hit off and become BFFs. I think it'd be funny if Charles accidentally found out Arthur was dating Micah, because fr? He's dating Micah Bell, a man he's seen on the trending page on Twitter more times than he's seen his family in the past two weeks. So he's more than a little skeptical about Arthur's boyfriend.

...But I think it'd be even more funnier if they actually got along, like really good. Micah's abrasive and perverse humor with Charles' more reserved and deadpan humor? Arthur's just happy they're getting along.

It takes a lot of skill for Arthur to pretend his family and boyfriend aren't running a shady business. It's why he spends a lot of time in nature, to get away from everything and pretend he has nothing to do with it. It sounds angsty but it really isn't, he just does not want to deal with their shenanigans.

[obsessedwithceleste]

HII i saw you doing this for another person so likeee bet (if i can tho <3)

i’m 5’5 with curly-ish hair that falls to my shoulders (i want it to grow out more tho) im a natural brunette (kind of dark) with brown eyes. im also a white hispanic so like yeah

my style is like downtown girl-ish but kind of more edgy? also things with red and hearts in them. I LOVR CLOTHES LIKE THAT BRO but it kind of depends on my mood too. ny go two styles are downtown and baggy clothes tho

i dont wear bold makeup, but i do wear dark to match my looks yk? so normally mascara, light blush, dark lipstick that kind of match my lips but are more redish. i also dont like glittery stuff so😭

i have adhd too so i could talk about everything and anything. i tend to interrupt people a lot which might make me seem like a bitch but i try not to lmao😭 im also very sarcastic. literally sarcasm is my love language fr

im an extroverted introvert. meaning that some days i could be quiet, while others i could be loud sometimes. but i tend to be very loud with friends too lmao. but i dont like loud noises myself which is weird.

on the topic of that, i tend to get overwhelmed easily so i prefer quiet environments. anything with a lot of people/noises will get me overwhelmed n stuff so

im literally a total book nerd. like the fantasy, enemies to lovers, they’d both kill for each other kind of books. im also a realistic hopeless romantic. i tend to destroy my delusions sadly

tbh im very hypocritical and somewhat toxic because of the household i was born in but in trying to change. i stick to what i think and have trouble apologizing and showing affection, so i normally just write “im sorry” or “i ❤️ u” on their skin whenever i cant say it. speaking of that, i also tend to get jealous easily but i never say it because im literally petty asf (but like im saying, im trying to get better <3)

i was born in a harsh environment where my parents argued a lot so if i get yelled at i would cry IMMEDIATELY. i would also get really pissed off.

speaking of me getting pissed off, i cry whenever im angry. i hate it when i do that because i think its weak but ive grown into it yk? it doesnt help that i have anger issues too though

my love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and giving gifts. (but also like uhhhhgg physical touch but also like GKDJDHHH PHYSICAL TOUCH yk)

my music taste is kind of unknown. chase atlantic, arctic monkeys, isabel larosa, ari abdul, the weekend, the neighborhood, cigarettes after sex, and lana del rey. thosr are like the ONLY music i listen to LMAO

im not really self confident (but i kinda am? idk (fake it til you make it)) and like i said, an introvert but i wont let you walk all over me or my friends. i have that “treat others how they treat you” mindset. (getting out of my people pleaser phase!!)

i love cats. like i LOVE LOVE cats.

HELP SORDY I WENT ON A LOT SKSJSJ

Reading your desc. made me want to give your the biggest hug🥹🫶🏽

Pairing: Lorenzo Berkshire

Lorenzo Berkshire is Hogwarts’ resident pretty boy. And he definitely knows it.

He likes the attention. Thrives on it really. A magnet for the spotlight.

For the most part you really steer clear of the rowdy group of Slytherin boys. They’re loud, and egotistical, and just not worth the headache.

The first time you run into Enzo is quite literal. You’re agitated enough with the boy as it is, he and his friends had been causing a ruckus in the library for the past hour and you were just done.

You don’t realize that the boy had appeared behind you in the maze of shelves until it’s too late and suddenly you’re in a mess of tangled limbs, sprawled across the floor.

Enzo, of course, is used to girls melting in his hand and naturally tries to charm you, but you’re having none of it, stalking off before he’s able to even get a name.

But boy does he love a challenge.

The next day, he sidles up next to you in the corridor, ramping up the charm as he insists on walking you to your next class.

He’s not at all prepared for the sharp bite of your words. Usually girls are falling over themselves to agree with every little thing he says, but your witty, sarcastic responses catch him off guard.

Everything about you really throws him for a new one. And he’s just so intrigued.

He tries approaching you again in the library, attempting to talk up the novel you're reading. (It goes horribly. After that encounter, you're half convinced he's illiterate.)

But he's just obsessed.

He likes the way that you’re pretty and confident, and yet seem to slip into the shadows, hiding in plain sight. And the way you’re willing to go toe-to-toe with him.

He continues popping up, despite your rather clear initial disinterest. But as you spend more time together, he begins to grow on you slowly, more and more. Like a mold. Or a fungus.

One day, you notice that Enzo is significantly more agitated than normal. Broody and clearly in some type of mood.

You know it’s none of your business, but the library is unusually quiet and you can’t seem to get any reading done- so you bite the bullet and ask what’s bothering the boy.

And boy does it come pouring out. The wreckage that is his home life, the pressure of having eyes on him all the time, the fact that Mattheo and Theodore had somehow managed to flood their dorm.

It was a side of Enzo you'd never seen before. You weren't actually completely convinced that he even had human emotions before this. But it was nice.

He'll later be very shocked that his depressive rant is what somehow won you over. (Trauma Bond™️)

It all spirals from there though. It starts with hesitant fingers brushing each other from across the table, then "friendly" cuddling by the library fireplace, then stolen kisses in the crevices of the corridors.

Enzo loves showering you with love and attention. He has no qualms about planting a warm kiss on your lips in front of a crowd, but is equally content to smother you in the privacy of your own dorm room.

His favorite thing is the way you trace little phrases on the back of his hand or his arm when you don't want to say it out loud and has picked up on doing it himself when he can tell that you're stressed.

You balance each other out in the best way and Enz loves the fact that he has you all to himself.

[itzayahuatlmermaid]

A couple days ago I went to a local nature center. I'll be making another post about some specific plant life, but this post is about the overall environment and some of the wild birds and sanctuaried alligators here. This very beautiful and unique place consists of about 50 acres of wetlands along the bay! It's possible that my Coahuiltecan ancestors migrated to this area depending on food availability throughout the seasons, for plant medicine, and for tool and art crafting materials like wetland grasses and reeds, bones, feathers, shells, and seeds

Pic 1 ~ An overall look at a section of the area, including the bay

2 ~ A wide expanse of Black Mangroves, an extremely vital tree to the ecosystem, and a very spiritual as well as medicinal botanical

3 ~ I'm not sure what this colorful dude's name is but I also see them often in my city! If someone could help me ID him, I'd appreciate it! <3

4 ~ White Ibis, preparing to fly off

5 ~ Big Padre!! A rescued 12' 7" gator, and his lovely wife, Lady Laguna!! I love them, relationship goals fr

6 ~ Some kind of blue Heron, though I'm unsure of the exact species. If anyone knows, I'd appreciate if you could help me ID him!

7 ~ Creepy front view of a Great Blue Heron staring at me

8 ~ A gator using a cattail stump as a pillow! 😭 Too cute not to share