#i love monk's happy little smile so much

[stottlemonk-moments]

Stottlemonk Moments:

Monk s02e12: "Mr. Monk and the TV Star"

[blackknight-kai]

listen ok? listen just a mo! gimme a chance

Modern reader with DO or SW who is shaved. or better yet waxed. just smooth as a baby

You and your monke getting frisky for the first time and the molecular movement of the universe stops the second he sees you bare... like wtf?!? Where's the fur? what did you do to it??? Why did you do it?!?

shennanigans follow, he basicaly gets all hissy and pissy and you need to promise to give your fur a chance. Once it grows out he's like "MY fuzzy peach."

Fur or no fur?

HAHA friend you always are on the same wavelength as me. I have THOUGHTS. (N.S.F.W WARNING FOR THE ENTIRE POST!!!)

He would not give TWO FUCKS about how hairy you are. Ever. Have you seen him? I’ve been thinking a lot about how he absolutely would not mind if youre a hairy person or whatever your weight is. That shit WOULD NOT MATTER. I feel like he’d love if you let your hair grow though vs being shaved/waxed. He lives in the jungle why wouldn’t he eat there too? 💀

I’ll try to give a little Drabble on both since it’s fun to imagine the subtle differences between them.

Reader in this is in a situation where she’d been zapped to the past but can go back when she needs to the present (after lots of trial and error). Sometimes he comes along, being her anchor to the past, and sometimes he stays back waiting for reader. (N.S.F.W bullet notes at the end :) - this get explicit for FEM READER you have been warned)

Destined one

The bathroom is warm and steamy from your bath/shower combo, you sigh opening the door letting the cool air into the room as you step into your connected bedroom. Seeing him look up at you as you come into view while he’s lounging on his back on your bed makes your heart beat quicken with anticipation. He’d been playing with your tablet, something he’s oddly gotten really good at messing with and especially enjoys the little word games you’d downloaded for him. Your world is still extremely strange to him and while he’s ever curious something as simple as these little games can keep him entertained for hours.

The reason he’s visiting today isn’t just because he’s curious about the life you came from. Oh no. Today, you both are taking a much needed break and a little private time for yourselves without the worry of constant danger or interruption. Since the day you’d become a couple you two had not really had too many moments for just you guys. It had been months since that day and you’d both gotten a little…pent up so to speak. The most you’ve gotten to do with your handsome monkey is heated make-outs where hands wander as best they can and a little grinding over the clothes before something or someone decides to ruin the moment.

It was a little bit of a shy awkward conversation but you’d both agreed that coming here would be the best solution to your continuous cock block issue. And since you were coming home anyway you figured you’d do a little self pampering and prepare for your first night with him. You’d even put on your favorite pair of ‘sexy’ panties, no bra, and slipped on a silk robe.

You smile as his tail, which had been completely still and draped across the blanket, starts to lazily thump against the bed, curling and uncurling as soon as his eyes locked on to you. It’s one of the ways you know he’s happy to see you. His eyes are another of his tells. The way he always looks at you with such focus and intensity. It makes your cheeks redden and a thrill run down your spine.

There is a thick tension growing in the air as you both study one another for a moment before he sets the tablet to the side on your nightstand and gets up from the bed, his eyes never look away from you and your heart pounds loudly in your ears as he stalks deliberately around the bed to stand just before you. Youre focused on his expression, it’s softer than usual. His frown lines relaxed and while he has that determined look on his face it’s not stern like normal. Out of the corner of your eye you can see his tail swishing behind him.

Gently he reaches out and you lean into his touch as he places his large calloused hand on your cheek. As he does so he brings his face closer and brushes his simian nose against yours tenderly and then he does it again with a slight smirk lifting up the corner of his eye and a soft questioning grunt. Seeing you nod he lets out a pleased sigh through his nose before leaning in to capture your lips with his. It’s chaste at first but quickly deepens as he wraps an arm around your waist to bring you closer and slides his claw tipped fingers down your neck with the other. Things rapidly heat up as the pent up need in you both starts to take over. Hands start to wander and you both start to breathe heavier as he impatiently slides his shirt off his shoulders. Your fingers immediately reach out to touch and slide through his warm fur starting from his tense abs all the way up his chest and over the hairless patch of skin just under his neck before circling your arms around his neck.

His own hands start to move too, holding you tightly against him as he starts to explore your curves. Impatiently he yanks at the robed tied around you while his tongue explores your mouth, wanting it off NOW. With a little laugh you try to reach down to untie the knot but you’re not fast enough. As he kisses hotly down your neck, having takin a moment to taste your skin, he presses his fangs to your throat gently as he rips the robes belt. You gasp, both turned on by the show of strength and annoyed he’d ripped it.

“Hey!” You say breathlessly and shiver as he nips your neck before kissing it as an apology.

Now that your robe is no longer hiding you from him he pulls your body into his by strong hands and you shudder at the feeling of his fur rubbing softly against your naked skin. His body answers in kind and he kisses back up your neck to devour your lips, his hands slipping into the opened robe to wander up and down your back. You allow the silk material to fall from your arms and on to the floor before wrapping your arms back around his neck. It’s like something has taken a hold of you two and you cant get close enough, cant feel enough, and before long he snatches you up into his strong grip only to deposit you onto your bed as he climbs over you.

You both groan as he lowers himself on top of you settling himself between your spread legs like he belongs there, his clothed hips thrusting instinctively against yours showing you just how hard and desperate he is for you. Your body arches up against his unable to stop the movement as he humps down against you for several moments while you pant into each others mouths, his fur tickles your breasts as your chests brush together making you let out little shivers. The claw tipped fingers of one of his hands dig into your hip and back as he starts guiding your hips to grind harder, your pussy pressing incessantly against his cock, the other arm is propped up next to your head keeping his weight from crushing you.

Your panties are soaked from how needy hes made you and you can tell he knows when he suddenly takes in a deep inhale through his nose before pulling back just a little to look down at you, his eyes are blown out with a heated lust you have only ever seen a few times. A little whine escapes you as he continues to pull back from you, he grins a little, the cheeky bastard, as he hears it. He’s breathing heavily, just as you are, and as he pulls his hips back from yours a groan rumbles through his chest at the visible wet spots you’d both made on the front of his blue pants and on your panties from your combined need.

Almost like a monkey possessed he slides down the bed, diving down to kiss your lips once and then nip at your exposed skin from your neck to your breasts. You tip your head back, your eyes closing in pleasure, as he pays special attention to suck each of your nipples into his mouth one at a time with a groan before releasing the currently captured nipple with a wet pop to continue his mouths journey down your stomach and to your panty line. His breathing has picked up even more, sending trembles through your body as his breath tickles your skin. Part of you feels a little self conscious as he is clearly taking in your aroused scent.

Without warning he shreds through your panties and you gasp at the action finding it ridiculously hot. You expect him to dive down and glide his tongue over your pussy lips to taste you or to spread your lower lips open with his thumbs so he can start to devour you with his mouth from how desperate he seemed, your anticipation is almost enough to send you over the edge.

But none of that happens. Nothing happens besides him making a very confused noise in the back of his throat. At the sound you glance down and you’re met with a sight you genuinely weren’t expecting.

He’s frowning. Not a look of disgust by any means but his expression is almost the same as when he’s seeing something from your world for the first time. Confused.

“Uh, you okay?” You ask feeling your heart pound with a slight worry.

He doesnt even glance up at you as another confused sound leaves him, it’s a mixture of human and monkey, something entirely just him. You watch as he slides his hand from your inner thigh, where it had been holding you open, and he pets over the smooth naked skin of your pussy lips almost tentatively. You’d just shaved in the bathroom in preparation for this moment so you know your skin is silky smooth.

A grimace accompanies the frown and now you’re starting to feel self conscious. His fingers explore but not in the heated way you would expect. His touch remains light as though he doesnt know what hes looking at and you cant stop the shiver that courses through you as his thumb brushes across the slick that had leaked from you, but he doesnt do much besides continue his investigation, not even opening you up to look as he is entirely focused it seems on your smooth skin.

Feeling nervous and wondering if maybe he’s changed his mind you squirm uncomfortably and lay your hands across your chest self consciously. “Do you,” You find your voice and with a worried heart ask him what’s now plaguing your mind. “Not like it? Does it look weird or something? You look like you hate it and if you dont want me-“

Your voice cuts off as his eyes snap to yours and his expression shifts immediately to one of apologetic realization. He shakes his head and lets out a little comforting noise as he starts to climb back up your body peppering little kisses all the way from your stomach until he captures your mouth in a firm kiss. You grip on to his biceps as he deepens the kiss desperate to prove he wants you. It’s a messy kiss and after a few moments you laugh and pull away. His frown is still there but it has a worried edge to it and you know he’s trying to convey his true feelings to you, its even more apparent as he nuzzles your cheek with his nose and gives you little kisses of apology.

“Okay okay,” You breathe out as he cups your other cheek with one hand and gives firmer kisses. The back of your thighs are resting over top his as he holds himself above you with one hand still on the bed next to your head. “It’s okay!” You try to say although you’re not quite sure what’s happened. “Just tell me what’s wrong, I dont,” Your paused voice has lowered to a murmur as he pulls back to look at you, his thumb brushing your cheek gently. “Understand why you were looking at it like that….”

His face takes a different expression at your words. He still looks a little apologetic but its taken on the edge of a…pout? It’s similar to when you sit just outside the reach of his tail so he cant wrap it around you and he stares at you until you either move closer or he huffs with annoyance and either pulls you closer or moves next to you. You watch as he seems to study you for a moment as though he’s trying to figure out what he wants to convey to you.

The hand on your cheek moves away as he bring it down to your pussy again. You watch curiously as he brushes his thumb across the smooth skin before he reaches up and tugs on a lock of your hair. It’s your turn to frown up at him and he huffs a little before finally opening his mouth to utter a single low raspy word.

“Fur.”

Fur? You think to yourself as you also bask in the snippet of his voice that he rarely bestows on the world. He pointedly tugs on your hair before lowering his hand again to pat the soft skin between your legs, the action sends a jolt through you and makes your thighs tighten around him. His lip twitches at the action and it takes you just a moment but you finally realize what his problem is.

When you giggle his eyes glance down and narrow as your breast jiggle a little with the movement, you reach out and pet his cheek. He nuzzles into your touch with a slight sigh as he looks up from your chest. “You’re wondering where my hair is?” You ask with a smile. He nods and kisses your palm as your thumb brushes across the fur on his cheek. “I removed it for you!”

He gives you a confused look as if to ask ‘Why’ & ‘How’.

“I shaved it off earlier, it’s something most women do now a day’s. Guy’s usually prefer it that way,” You explain and you might have gotten offended by the look he gives you but it’s honestly too damn funny.

His nose wrinkles and he looks as though you told him modern people bathe in shit or something. With a snicker you pull him down to lie on top of you again, pleased to feel that his desire for you has not weaned if the hard press of his cock against you is anything to go by. You tentatively grind up against him and grin at the sharp intake of breath he does. “This mean you still want me?”

At your teasing question he snorts and gives you a rare wide smirk before thrusting against you hard sending a shock of pleasure up your spine as his clothed dick rubs against your bare pussy. His tail wraps itself around your calf holding you open as again he pulls back, to your disappointment, this time to sit up fully. You watch as he reaches down to push his pants down and your cheeks burn as you notice the string of slick connecting the bulge on his pants to your wet pussy. It breaks as he shoves the material out of the way and his heavy cock slips out. The hard length is drooling with precum as he palms himself and youre so focused on it for a moment you almost dont hear a light laugh come from him. His fingers uncurl from their hold on his cock and gesture for you to look up. Doing so you see one of the cockiest expressions on his face you have ever seen.

He spends the rest of the night showing you exactly how much he wants you and will continue to want you. Over the course of the next several weeks into months you discover several things about him. First and foremost, he loves your juicy peach. That said, he loves it even more when you let your hair grow out. He doesnt mind if you trim it or if you leave it wild and untamed. As long as he has something pet and play with as he licks you to orgasm.

Just to test that theory you hadn’t let him near your core until some of the hair had grown back, not that he had many opportunities anyway between the fights he always seems to get himself into. The adoring pleased sound hed made as he nuzzled his nose and cheeks across your soft fuzzy pussy would have been adorable if it wasn’t overly stimulating, especially as his sneaky tongue would slip between your lips every so often to taste you.

Shaving it has become rare, but sometimes just to mess with him you do it. Seeing his adorable pout and huffy attitude as he realizes you’ve shaved or waxed is just so satisfying especially when he gets so hot and bothered later when it grows back. Keeps him on his toes.

Wukong

When you arrive, having in finished your business in the present time, Wukong is lounging on your now shared bed in the beautiful home he’d commissioned for you way back when he first decided you would be his. Yes, hed decided that long before you officially became an item. Part of you was annoyed by his cocky arrogance of it but the other part was thankful that you had somewhere safe to stay while he was off doing Wukong things, which generally consisted of annoying the hell out of someone, fighting someone, baby sitting the little monkey’s, or training his monkey’s. While hes always going to be mischievous and up to something, he is very protective of his people and now that you are part of his life he wanted to make sure you had a space of your own.

Apparently he’d taken inspiration from your modern home, which he is very rarely allowed to visit as he cant seem to keep himself out of trouble nor stop himself from messing with every little thing in your house to the point of annoyance. You find his curiosity adorable and love showing him new things but sometimes his more….chaotic nature takes hold and there’s only so much you can do to stop the force of nature that is Sun Wukong. Which most of the time is nothing. So to combat that you only take him to your time on special occasions.

It’s gotten a little better after you’d become official, he is calmer and not as anxious about when you will come back. Because in his mind you WILL come back and he trusts you to do so. The one thing that hasn’t gotten easier is your alone time with him. He’s quite busy oddly enough and since your relationship had only progressed so far you hadn’t really let him stay with you at the home he’d built you, not until about a week ago. You’d THOUGHT you might be able to get some action by letting him sleep with you at night but no. It’s been interruption after interruption or he comes back late into the night only to leave early in the morning for some reason or another. Someone always seems to need his attention and he cares too much about his people to leave them hanging. Plus protecting them from wandering dangers.

His furry warm solid body is a welcome comfort as you sleep but it’s not enough. Neither are sneaky touches and kisses he bestows on you throughout the day. It’s only made worse due to his cheeky nature as he enjoys watching squirm or get worked up only to cackle as you pout at him when he bounds off to another duty. You KNOW he’s suffering too, you’ve felt his heated eyes on you almost every minute youre within his sight and the lingering touches. Not to mention his obvious desire that ends up pressed against you when you kiss a little too long or when youre genuinely interrupted during an attempted moment alone together.

It had come to a head when you’d had enough of his games on top of the true issues that seem to prevent you from getting your monkey king alone. He’d worked you up too much two days ago, his tail caressing you and sneaking under your shirt while you were cuddling in bed amongst the soft furs and pillows. Wukongs hands had also joined in as he pressed himself behind you, his hot breath tickling your ear as he rocked himself against your ass. Heat had started to build up within you and you’d just started to lean into him when he kisses your neck and then scurries out of bed with a laugh, saying he just wanted to spend a little time with you before his meeting with his generals.

You’d had enough. So as he turns you reached out and snagged his tail, yanking on it unkindly. His body had instantly frozen and you were pleased to see the full body shudder that went through him before his slowly turned to the side to look at you. Wukong was tense, his body taut, and his nostrils flaring as his expression went from playful to downright boiling with arousal. He exuded a certain air of ‘tug my tail one more time, I dare you’. Seeing the obvious bulge in his pants twitch at your defiant look, you almost yank his tail again. But there was a loud banging on your front door alerting the two of you that his generals were waiting. When he tried to turn to leave you dont let go of his tail making him pause.

You then tell him, “You have two days. On the 2nd day I’m going home and if you’re not here when I come back and have a clear schedule for a minimum of three days you will not be allowed in this house again and your hands will be kept to yourself from then on until I say so, am I clear Sun Wukong?” Your voice is firm and leaves no room for question.

Wukong raised an eyebrow as you use his full name and for a moment you were afraid he wasn’t going to take you seriously and instead start teasing you for wanting him too much. Another loud knock sounded through the house from the front door and thankfully he just smirked and reached down to tickle a claw under your chin. “Dont worry my peach, you’ll have your kings full attention. I’ll take care of your,” He trailed his eyes hotly down your body and then back up to meet your gaze. “Desires. All of them and then some.”

At his promise you let go of his tail, he swiped it teasingly against your cheek before he was off again.

Now as you reappear in your shared bedroom your eyes rake over him skeptically as he grins at you. He’s lying shirtless on his side, his tail swishing lazily behind him looking as though he’d been patiently awaiting your arrival. But the twig stuck in the fur on his head say’s otherwise. So does the open window behind him.

You raise your eyebrow at him and he gives you an adorable grin. Wukong see’s where your eyes have caught and he quickly rakes his claws through his hair and tosses the stick. Your eyes roll at how ridiculously accurate he is as he manages to throw it out the window.

“I see you made it,” You say walking over to the bed and putting your hands on your hips. The sight of his furred upper body and his muscles on display tempers your slight annoyance with him for clearly only just arriving. “Just in time it seems.”

Wukong chuckles and he pats the bed in front of him signaling for you to join him. “A King must make sure his Sweet Peach is satisfied does he not?”

You dont move to join him just yet, wanting to let him stew as his eyes roam over your body. The silk robe you’d put on was new and so were the matching panties. Your breasts were free and only just barely covered by the silk material, Wukongs eyes seemed to hover there for a moment before he looks up and meets your eyes. “I suppose thats true. I was starting to wonder though if my King wasn’t up to the task, he always seems to find some reason or another to leave me unsatisfied.”

The words are playful yet cutting. Wukong doesnt take the bait, you’d expected him to get huffy and go all ‘I’ll show you’ but instead his expression softens uncharacteristically. “Come here,” His voice is gentle as he holds out a calloused hand to you. “Please, come here,” Wukong doesnt beg but its near to as he say’s your name. Something he doesnt normally do preferring to call you his ‘Peach’ usually combined with a compliment.

Unable to resist you climb on to the bed, the robe thankfully doesnt go past your knees so youre able to crawl across the furs with no issues. He sits up to meet you and once youre close enough he pulls you effortlessly onto his lap as he takes your mouth in a desired filled kiss. You straddle him, a thigh on either side of his hips, and wrap your arms around his neck as his hands find purchase on your body. One wrapping around your waist to bring you close and the other glides up your back to hold the back of your head as he slips his tongue into your mouth with a groan.

Before the kiss can get too much more intense he pulls back, both of you a little breathless, and sets his forehead against yours. “My pretty Peach, you have no idea how much I want you do you?” He asks, voice thick with growing arousal.

A smile cracks on your face and you shake your head just a little. “I know you want me Wukong. I know you’re busy and have duties to your people,” You reply sincerely. “But sometimes I need you too, and not just stolen kisses or your little cheeky touches to my ass.”

Wukong’s arm around your waist tightens at your words causing you to slip further into his lap and settle your weight fully on him. “You’re right, I have duties to you too now. Not only as a King but as a mate. I promise to do better,” He nuzzles his nose against yours and of course pinches your ass with the hand that is no longer holding the back of your head. As you laugh he grins and his tail slithers up your leg, the soft fur causing goosebumps to crop up in its wake. “You better be ready,” Wukongs tail sneaks under the robe and you can feel it caressing your ass cheek as though it was trying to get under your panties. “I’ve been holding back for far too long and I’m going to show you just how much I want you.”

“Then get to it,” You challenge with a grin of your own. “Mate.”

He flashes his fangs as his grin widens. “I like that word on your tongue, say it again,” Wukong demands but doesnt let you even attempt to utter the word as he kisses you deeply, his tongue immediately entering your mouth, claiming you as his to kiss this way.

A moan leaves your throat as Wukongs hands migrate to your thighs, his claw tipped fingers digging in a little as he massages them sensually for a moment before slipping up your legs to your core. The claws of his thumbs brush just against the fabric of your panties catching on them as his hands continue their journey up your body.

Wukong makes a noise of complaint in the back of his throat as the belt of your robe prevents him from getting any further. Without breaking the needy kiss he deftly unties it. The silk material falls open and his hands slide up your sides until your breast are cupped by his large, rough warm palms. A needy sound escapes you as you feel him massage your tits, hearing the noise Wukong’s hips grind up against yours and you can feel just how affected he is by you. You grind down against him making him squeeze your breasts in reaction.

He breaks the kiss as he groans, a string of saliva connecting your lips together for just a second. Wukong nips your chin and trails wet kisses down your neck as he moves his hands once more, this time grabbing your wrists. You gasp as youre suddenly moved, your arms held above your head as your back hits the bed. Wukong’s furry face is grinning roguishly down at you as he effortlessly holds both of your wrists with one hand.

“Gorgeous,” He rumbles still breathless from your passionate kiss. You arch your back as he dives down to lick the center of your chest between your boobs before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. “Tasty too,” Wukong nips your nipple and then sucks little marks on your chest on his way to taste the other.

His strong tail circles your waist under your back and jerks your hips into his at the same time as he roughly thrusts against you. You let out a little sound as your thighs instinctively tighten around his waist from the stimulation which he answers with his own pleased rumble. His free hand gets to work shredding and ripping your panties off as Wukong traces his lips back up your neck and to your ear which he licks and nips at, his breath tickles your skin making you shiver.

“Wukong! I liked those!” You half heartedly complain.

Wukong smirks against your ear as he tosses the useless panties carelessly. “And I like them off you,” He says lowly as he leans back to look you in the eyes. “I can smell how wet you are for me Peaches,” Wukongs voice has taken on an aroused rasp and he licks his lips while taking a deep breath through his nose, his eyes never leaving yours. “No pretty little fabric is going to keep me from tasting your pleasure.”

“You still didn’t have to rip them,” You mumble with a slight pout but its quickly replaced by a gasp as he thrusts against you again while pinching one of your nipples with that free hand of his. He snickers and leans down to steal your lips in a messy kiss and then your arching your chest again as he breaks the kiss and replaces his teasing fingers with his mouth once more. He chuckles, the vibration felt on your nipple, as you squirm against him unable to grab him due to his hold on your wrists with his other hand. He takes pity on you and releases your wrists only so he can pinch both your nipples at the same time and roll them between his fingers as he kisses down your stomach.

Your thighs spread to accommodate him and his shoulders while your heart and breath quicken as he reaches his destination. His lips still though as they touch the soft naked skin just above your slit and a needy whine leaves your mouth. You try to wiggle your hips as if to say ‘let’s get this show on the road’ but suddenly his strong hands are gripping your hips holding you down and he fully sits up pulling his face away from your pussy.

“What the-“

“Where did your beautiful fur go?” Wukong demands, voice is full of confusion.

“What?” You blink at him, confused yourself before a little tremor runs through you as he begins to almost tentatively brush his fingers over your soft mound and down your slick lips, his fingers spreading your juices but not necessarily meaning to.

“Your fur, why is it gone? What did you do with it? Why do you look this way?” He locks eyes with you and you see how serious his question is. He’s clearly perturbed by what he’s found as he removes his fingers from you and instead grips on to your tense thigh. Wukongs tail smacks the bed behind him in an almost angry rhythm.

Your heart stutters but not with arousal. “I-uhm,” You stumble over your words completely taken aback by his change in demeanor. “I had it removed, got it waxed the other day for you after you left to talk with your generals.”

Wukongs face scrunches up with distaste as he looks back down between your legs. “Why would you do such a thing? Is it permanent?” His tone is incredulous and upset.

Feeling self conscious you try to close your thighs but he holds you open. So instead you reach down and cover yourself with your hands, the movement makes him look up at you but you turn your head to the side not wanting to look at his displeasure anymore. “I thought you’d like it,” You murmur lowly knowing he can hear every word with how good his hearing is. Your cheeks are turning red feeling a little ashamed now and not sure why. “Most guys want that.”

He scoffs, his fingers gripping your thigh and hip tighter. “You’re forgetting I’m not ‘most’ guys Peaches,” Wukong states his voice not quite angry but getting there. “I don’t care who you may have lain with in the past but they aren’t me-“

“I know that!” You turn your head to glare at him, pulling the leg up that he isnt holding and kicking him in the chest once. He doesnt budge of course nor does he even look like it affected him at all as you keep your foot there putting pressure in the hopes that he will just back off. He doesnt move and instead frowns down at you as he removed his hand from your hip to grab your ankle. Turning your head away from him again look anywhere but at him. “Where I come from this is normal! People trim and clean up for their partners, mates, and it’s supposed to be sexy. I-“ You cut yourself off and slightly curl in on yourself as you feel his gaze boring into you. Your skin has started to grow cold and if you didn’t need to cover yourself up you would have grabbed a blanket to cover up. “I just wanted to be pretty for you.”

At your admission Wukongs grip on your thigh loosens and he gently coaxes your ankle away from his chest pulling your leg back to his side. “Oh my gorgeous Peach,” He sighs softly and you can immediately tell the change in his tone. Wukong tries once to get you to remove your hands but you refuse. “Look at me,” Your monkey king asks gently and you shake your head.

With a gentle sound from deep in his chest, something you’ve really only heard him do with the little ones that are always following after him, he leans down putting one of his hands next to your head and the other sweetly cups your turned cheek. Firmly, but without much force, he coaxes you to look at him and when you do you see how much his expression has softened. You dont have tears in your eyes, not quite, but the look on your face has Wukong making that instinctive comforting sound again.

“I’m sorry,” He apologizes keeping his voice low, something that he very rarely ever does, as he gently taps your nose with his. “I didn’t mean to make you feel unwanted or that you aren’t stunning in every way,” Wukongs tail slides out from under your back and he brushes it soothingly up and down your leg. “Make no mistake, fur or no fur, I hunger for you.”

There is a certainty in his words and you know he’s not lying but the way he acted still has you defensive and unsure. “Then why are you acting like you hate it?”

Wukong has the capacity to look a little sheepish. “I suppose I just wasn’t expecting it,” He sniffs and glances away. “Your smooth juicy peach is still mouthwatering and beautiful, I just prefer you a little more…fuzzy. Seeing you bathing that one time made me very excited to explore your pretty little curls.”

The time he was speaking of was before you’d gotten together and he’d accidentally gotten an eye full of your naked body as he wasn’t being mindful of your personal time in the modern era and had thrown your bathroom door open to gripe about the magic box. Your tv had been buffering due to internet connection and it apparently was freaking him out enough that he forgot that you were bathing. Or so he says.

His words make you flush. “You’re so weird,” You mumble not sure what to say and blink up at him as he looks back at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I am, am I?” He teases as he leans back sitting up again before gently sliding his up and down your arms trying to comfort you. “Let me see you,” Wukong requests using your name once more with a pleading tone to his voice. Your hands twitch but you dont move them away from shielding your smooth hairless cunt from his eyes.

You shake your head slightly. “But you dont like it,” You reply still feeling self conscious about the whole thing.

Wukongs features soften again and that gentle sound hed made rumbles in his chest, oddly it’s extremely soothing and comforting it, he slides his hands down to cover yours, not attempting to move you just holding. “Forgive my little tantrum about your fur, I never not want to see you. Do you want me to show you how much I crave you? Because I do, all the time. Let me make it up to you,” His tone is comforting and also sincere as he strokes the top of your hands with his thumbs.

Studying him for a moment you contemplate if you want to continue this or not, you find that you do as you’d been waiting so long and you do trust him to be honest with his word. He’s said much worse to people and doesnt hold back when he’s thinking something. Finally you nod after you gather your courage. Youre just about to start moving your hands when he squeezes them and pointedly pats them.

“Keep them there for one more moment,” Wukong says in contradiction to what hed just asked. You frown with a bit of confusion up at him but he just smiles at you as he sits a little further back and you notice for the first time that there’s still a bulge in his pants. He clearly hadn’t lost his interest in your activities. His hands move to the top of his pants and start to push them down while his tail swishes back and forth behind him. “Thinking about you makes my cock ache daily you know,” He tells you, his voice taking on a more heated tone as his eyes roam over your body and especially over your pressed together tits.

A shudder zips down your spine as slips his pants fully off, tossing them behind him his fully furry body on display. His hard length is standing at attention and heat starts to build within you again as he takes himself in hand with a rumbling groan, stroking slowly and making the tip leak. You watch, your breath starting to pick up, as he thumbs the drop of precum off his cock and nods at your hands silently asking you to remove them.

As you do so he reaches out and swipes his wet thumb a little over your silky soft pubic mound before dragging it down to your slit, it’s an almost possessive act of rubbing his essence on you. You’re still wet from your previous activities and your body lights up as his thumb slides between your pussy lips slowly. Feeling how slick you are he croons lowly and slips his thumb out only to stick it directly into his mouth. Your hole tightens as he moans around the flavor.

Seeing you squirm a little he chuckles and scoots forward resting his hard dick against your slick lips, the dual sensation of his fur brushing the back of your thighs and his heavy cock sends heat racing through you. Your hips tilt and he mimics the movement pressing down on the top of his length with his hand so that it slips between your lower lips. The glide is smooth after a thrust or two thanks to how slick you are and little moans tear out of your throat as the head of his cock slides against your clit with each controlled glide. You grab on to his furry forearms just to have something to hold as moves against you.

Wukong groans deep in his chest, his own breath picking up speed. “You feel so fucking good,” He pants as you squeeze your legs around him tightly. His hands wrap around your hips preventing you from arching your self just so as he almost slips inside during one thrust making you both shake and moan. “Ah, ah, ah, I’m not done with you just yet,” Wukong grins down at you as he pulls his hips away from yours. He snarls as he sees how wet you’ve made his cock and the strings of slick connecting the two of you. “I told you I crave you. I intend to satisfy that craving.”

You cry out as your hips are suddenly raised up and youre bent almost in half as your pussy is pulled directly up to his waiting mouth.

He spends the next several hours, days honestly, making sure you know damn well and good that he is desperate for you at every minute of the day. That he craves the taste of you on his tongue and the feeling of your warm pussy wrapped tightly around his cock as he pounds into you. Fur or not he hungers for you like a starved monkey.

When alls said and done though he absolutely DEMANDS that you let your hair grow back. In fact he pouts around for several days after your little mini vacation until you finally agree to never shave or wax it again. But only after he reassured you that he would respect your choice of course if you decided to do it, he would devour you regardless.

As the hair slowly grows back Wukong seems happy, content. When it’s about half grown in you have to laugh your ass off as he mumbles to himself, “MY fuzzy peach”, one night before proceeding to eat you out like you really ARE his favorite food.

At some point you end up blocking him from seeing or touching your pussy. Why? Because he constantly checks to see how fast your curls are growing back and after a while it gets annoying. It’s honestly not that bad, youre happy hes excited about it, but just to mess with him you put a no sex or heavy petting rule into play. It’s worth it when you finally walk into your shared bedroom fully naked one night, curls on display. He promptly drops a dish of whatever he’d been snacking on, a very primal sound leaves his throat and youre promptly pounced on.

That night he’s untamed.

END!

Few things that I think BOTH would do:

- [ ] Rub their cheek/chin/lips over your fuzzy peach - like how cats like men with beards and like rubbing in their chins 💀

- [ ] It’s kinda like scent marking - he’s wearing you and you are wearing him - his sensitive nose reminding him that HE was there and only him.

- [ ] Enjoys combing gently through the jungle with his claws or twirling the hair softly as he licks you and tastes you.

- [ ] Might stick his hand down your pants/underwear when you cuddle at night to make sure you haven’t gotten rid of it 🤣

- [ ] Enjoys making your fur wet with his cum just like he enjoys you soaking his fur with your juices.

- [ ] Likes seeing your “fur” tangle with his as he fucks you.

[littleplantfreak]

Down to my level

Headcanons Ft. Umemiya Hajime, and Togame Jo

These guys are 6'2 and I think 6'1 respectively so have some writing about being shorter than them cause I'm 5'7ish and wanna climb them like a tree literally. Some ended up not being about height because i got off track thinking about Ume's arms //shrugs

Umemiya Hajime

Loves ruffling hair and he thinks it's endearing when you try to do it yourself to him. Catch him while hes squatting in the garden for perfect ruffling opportunities. (maybe a smooch or two as well)

He will seat you on things when he's kissing you so he doesn't get a cramp in his neck, or better yet just wrap your legs around his waist and he'll hold you up. Give those big arms of his a workout, he'll be more than happy to hold you.

Can't help but grab things for you if they're too high. If you have a problem with that he makes sure to have a step stool. (Just stop putting things so high? Nah he thinks it's cute when you're on your tip toes)

King of carrying - once again he is a big guy so he can do princess carries, piggybacks, fireman's carry, you name it. He's even tried carrying you under his arm like a football though it's not the cutest carry to be in.

He's easy to pick out in a crowd even if he didn't have white hair so you don't really have to worry about losing him.

Blocks out the sun really well or if you're hiding from someone you can basically disappear behind him.

His height also helps in games of chicken fights when you're in the pool or at the beach. Sturdy af AND tall? Y'all are unstoppable no matter how short you are.

"How's the weather up there?"

"Oh! Wanna find out?" Before you can answer he's wiping his hands off and scooping you up effortlessly, arms looped around your waist. Hands resting on his shoulders, you're a few inches taller than him like this. "What do you think?"

"Crystal clear skies...approximately 76 degrees fahrenheit and," you lick the tip of your pointer finger, sticking it out, "wind is blowing from the west. Not to mention the scenery up here is so much prettier than down there." He puffs out a laugh when you gaze at him a little lovestruck as you say the last part.

"You think I'm pretty?" he whispers, looking up at you for once.

"Illegally so." Your answer is so serious it's got his heartbeat taking off and he couldn't fight the smile if he tried.

"Y'know my normal weather man told me the exact same thing this morning!"

"So he's my competition?" You huff and giving him a pat on the arm signalling for him to put you down. Instead, he lowers you just enough so you're eye level with him, noses brushing lightly. Being this close you can smell the dirt from his gardening and the lingering of his minty shampoo from earlier this morning.

"You win every time sweetheart."

Togame Jo

Uses his height for good - usually. Kisses the top of you're head when you aren't paying attention to him.

If you're a brat he'll hold something you want just high enough for you to start jumping for it (thats the evil). He's impossible to knock down or and weighing his arm down to grab it doesnt work either. If Choji's around you can enlist his help in getting it since his jumps are always impressive. He accepts payment in candy though.

Also a carrier. He likes piggybacking you places the best. Especially in the winter cause you're extra toasty.

He's good at typing hair up and can help whenever you have a bad hair day. He's got a full view so he'll fix it as soon as its messed up.

loves being dragged down by his shirt to be kissed. He wears that gi sometimes though I don't know if thats the correct name for what he wears. In jiu jitsu its really solid and tough near the neck areas so you can pull and maneuver you're partner around? In any case when I see him wearing it I just wanna cross collar grip it and drag him on the floor (lovingly I swear) (I think its a gi?? I know he wears monks clothes so they might just be really similar)

You are not in a good mood. Togame's holding the last strawberry ramune over your head with a small frown and refuses to give it back. If anything you should be the one frowning. Sure you snapped at him because you were a bit grumpy, and it wasn't even his fault but you're tired, it's raining, and thats the last strawberry ramune.

"All ya gotta say is 'sorry' doll. I'll even open it for you if you want." he drawls slow as ever.

"I can get it," the words are punctuated by small hops and desperate grabs at air. You're even more winded than before and Togame's just deciding whether he should give in when Choji rounds the corner. A small gasp as a light bulb goes off in your head seeing Shishitoren's leader. "Choji I CHOOSE YOU!" You yell, pointing straight at the drink being held hostage. He moves before any thought can cross his mind as he makes a high jump between the you and Togame, successfully grabbing your prize. As he's handing you the ramune, you root around your hoodie pocket for the last few candies and trade him.

"Nice doing business with you! That wasn't very nice though Kame-chan" Choji chirps and waves before being lured away by the sounds of the other members laughing and talking about going out for karaoke.

There's a moment of quiet before you peek to the side to stare at your boyfriend. You realize you haven't been nice either and bite the bullet. Roll the ramune over in your hands, you look down at your feet.

"I'm sorry I've been grumpy at you. Think I'm just tired. 's no excuse but-" The drink is gone, being popped open by deft hands before Togame gives it back with a silent nod.

"There's a couch in one of the rooms down the hall. Want me to carry you?"

"You gonna lay with me?"

"That's the plan, yeah." Whether it's from the weather or from fighting with you, you can tell he's tired too.

"Good. And yes please." Your voice is soft as you reach up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"There's my sweet girl," he grunts, hoisting you up in a princess carry and making his way to one of the back rooms further from the noise of the other boys in the theater.

[vm-haunts]

Me: haha I'll just make up a timeline for this crazy crossover idea.

Me, a week later: what the fuck what the fuck how did I end up with so much plot how is it still expanding oh my god stooooop.

Aaaanyways. I don't know if I'll ever got it properly written, but this monster of a plot bunny now covers several major events and I'm losing my mind...

But anyways, cliff notes version on the plot and how far it stretches:

..

College trio was involved in the dionesium (aka Lazarus water) research, and somehow they're actually the more ethical bunch. Which is saying a lot considering.

DP events happened but they encountered and got help from several DC magic users during it. Budding occultist Sam for the win. (no agit yet and no phantom planet either)

The GIW got somewhat reformed, thanks to the help of Team Phantom's JLD friends. However at some point they got new management. Now instead of destroying ghost, the new comers are interested in the correlation of ecto-contamination, liminality... And secretly, in the increased success rate of induced metagene activation in liminals. Yikes, they somehow got worse.

Again, the Fenton parents are somehow the ethical ones here, despite everything. They refused to work with the new branch of GIW, stuff escalated (don't they always), and now they're dead. And in ghost jail. At least Vlad is there with them for the heartwarming reunion.

So Team Phantom ended up faking their death and goes on the run while raiding GIW bases, and along the way they found a weird guy (Jason). Weird guy's mom showed up and. Well guess they're involved with assassin cult's power struggle now, at least they get to help a guy out.

More shenanigans later they ended up with some monks in the Himalayas, and- wait Danny what do you mean you know them? Oh yeah Plasmius's little stint with the Infi-map... Gotta love time travel.

Anyway, after Danny got scammed for long overdue property damage fees and Jason got a pair of cool swords, they met Talia again and she brings news! Totally no ulterior motives or anything :) (Sam called her out to her face and she just smiled)

Jason, considerably more chill in this au, is still unhappy about... Well. Everything in Gotham.

Cue the Red Hood stint but with much more control and less blood shed. Which ironically made RH more intimidating because he moves like a ghost(duh). Especially when Jason's main act of revenge is 'pranks', which reads as mild psychology warfare actually. But hey the bats did that to themselves, he did nothing wrong (besides being a drug lord).

Red Hood peaceful mode does however attracted some unwanted bird themed attention, the Owl's not the Robin's. And well, undead Talons sneaking around undead experts, what could go wrong?

Everything apparently. Because on top of the Rh stint, Jason is somehow also infiltrating the Court of Owls now. As his real identity Jason Todd-Wayne no less. But the real suprise is Danny running into his parent's old researches, and. Well, the poor talons need help, might as well join in with the infiltration.

Some more shenanigans later it ends in Jason and co. quietly turning the talons against their old masters, and oh boy did they overachieved the goal of getting a foot into Gotham's crime world. Must be Danny's Fenton luck.

Ol' Batsy is very very not happy about that development by the way. But he can die mad about it as far as Jason is concerned.

...

The end. Of part one.

Stay tuned for part two, where we cross AGIT with crisis.

And massive thanks to @taddy-cat, a large part of this is inspired by the lovely discussion with you!

[wukong-s-only-wife5000]

Will you write about Y/N teasing Hero is Back Wukong about basically being Liuer's dad. He's just so protective and fatherly to this little boy and yea, he's still has a sour personality but it always makes me squeal when I see them interact!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Papa Groach (Prt 1).

Authors Notes: I'm one of those who can't stand how annoying Liuer, but I tried. Hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for the request.

You lost count on how long it’s been since your husband, Sun Wukong, was released from The Mountain Of Five Elements, and the events of the mountain trolls went and passed. You never expected anything like it, but the Great Sage Equal to Heaven… had companions. You didn't know why the pig still followed you, but Liuer and his Shifu were more than welcome. 

It's not that you hated the pig… well, kind of, but it mostly had to do with the fact that he tried to send your husband to the afterlife. 

“Great Sage? How many-” Liuer’s voice snapped you out of your thoughtless daydream and made you focus on the group walking ahead of you.

“A lot,” was Wukong’s lame reply to the boy’s question. Of course that wasn't a satisfactory answer to the overly curious young monk. 

“But what about (Y/n)? Isn't she?”

What are they talking about? You wanted to ask, but you knew that once you asked, you’d regret it.

“No, that's different,” he said, which made you even more curious about what Liuer was asking the Monkey King about. “Why are you only asking me? She's right there, go ask her yourself.”

“But she said you would be able to explain things better than she ever could,” Liuer stated, repeating what you had told him… which made your husband look back at you with a glare you smiled at. 

You pretended not to hear what was being said, but Wukong knew that when you paid attention, you could hear him whisper from a mile away with your advanced sense of hearing. You thought it was absolutely adorable how the two interacted, like an unexpected father to his newly found adopted son. You had thought many times of how Wukong would be as a father, since you knew him best and saw past his flaws.

As his wife, you knew Sun Wukong like the back of your hand, and you sided with him through everything. You even sided with him when he went against the Heavens, that's how much you loved your Monkey King. As such, you know when he doesn't like something… and you never get that feeling where Liuer is concerned. 

Annoyance, sure, of course annoyance. He is often very annoyed by the boy, but you never got that sense that he’d want to hurt or leave the child. Sure… maybe he’s tried to get rid of the kid before, but when he gave up doing that, you could see that was when he started to get attached to the annoying human monk. 

“Adorable,” you snickered to yourself. 

“Hey,” you looked at Wukong hearing his shout. 

How’d they get so far ahead? I need to stop daydreaming before I lose them. You thought to yourself.

“Hm?” you smiled a bit seeing he was looking at you. 

“Why are you walking so slow? Hurry up,” he called for you. Translation: ‘He’s talking too much again and I won’t endure this alone.’

“So, so adorable,” you shook your head with a smile, but walked a bit faster in order to catch up with the men and little boy. It was only then that you noticed exactly where you were and you couldn't help but smile at the memories that came back to you.

“Great Sage, have you ever been to the temple before?” Liuer asked as he saw how happy the Monkey King seemed all of a sudden.

“A few times,” Wukong stated as you caught up to him. “It’s an important place,”

“Really?” Liuer looked up at your husband in amazement before he tilted his head curiously. “How come?”

“It’s where I met (Y/n),” he looked at you with a small smile as he subtly held onto your pinky gently and caressed it. This man just knew all the right things to make your heart want to leap out of your chest. “And where we got married.” 

“Wow,” Liuer said as he walked between you both. Wukong was quick to lift your hand so he wouldn't have to let you go as the clueless child walked past you both to walk a few feet ahead where Shifu and Pigsy were.

“So, papa Sunny,” you tried to say seriously, but couldn't help but snicker. 

“What?” he looked at you with a raised brow, but shook it off.

“Papa Sunny,”

“Stop that,” he looked at you, unamused.

“What do you mean, papa Sunny?” you tilted your head as you gaze at him with an innocent look, but you couldn't help the laugh. Wukong looked at you with narrowed eyes that questioned your sanity.

“Have you been drinking?” He raised a brow.

“No, you idiot. I'm just admiring how good of a dad you are,”

“Dad? What are you talking about? I am nobody's father,” he stated as he walked off, you were quick to follow.

“Of course you are,” you grinned up at the taller primate. 

“No, I'm-” he cut himself off as he stopped walking and turned to look at you. You raised a brow, but when he eyed you from head to toe, and stared from your eyes to your stomach, you blushed profusely. “Are you…?”

“Of course not!” you snapped, placing a hand subconsciously on your stomach. “Are you saying I look bloated?” you questioned him, he rolled his eyes and continued walking. 

“No, I was just asking because you seem to think I’m a father,” he glanced at you with a small smirk. “And you’re my only wife.” The way he emphasized you were his, made your heart beat even faster than seeing him look at you like that. 

“I meant,” you started, jogging a bit to keep pace with him, “since Liuer is technically your kid,”

“What?” he looked at you with narrowed eyes. “You are crazy.”

“Think about it!” you laughed, hugging his arm so he couldn't escape. “He's your mentee, you take care of him and kinda teach him stuff, you feed him-”

“I feed you too,” he looked at you, “does that make you my kid too?”

“Don't get smart,” you huffed. “You're such a good husband and father.”

“I'm not a father,” he said plainly and smirked a bit, “at least not yet.”

“Stop that,” you tried not to be affected, knowing he was just trying to tease you back, but you couldn't help getting flustered. He chuckled, staring ahead at the pig and the child in question.

“You so are, though,” you grinned at him. “There's no shame that you like the kid, why else would the mighty Great Sage take him on in the first place?”

“I wasn't thinking, and I had no choice,” he shook his head, “mostly because he freed me from that mountain.”

“And the journey to get the babies back to their families brought you closer,” you sighed dreamily as you pleased your head against his arm.

“Would you stop that?” he tried to pull away, but you held onto him. “Let go, woman.”

“I don't want to,” you looked up at him with a smart ass smirk, which made him give up with a sigh. 

“I am not his father,” he finalized. 

“Okay,” you gave up, which made him look at you suspiciously.

“Okay?” He raised a brow. 

“Okay,” you gave a nod, looking ahead. He stared at you for a while, not trusting you at that moment. He knew you way better than that, you’d never give up an argument like this so easily… he’ll be keeping a closer eye on you for a while…

Little did he know, that was mostly where he had lost.

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It happened when he least expected it, when you guys had just settled down after putting up camp for the night. He couldn't stop caressing your cheek and grooming your hair, things you always thought were absolutely adorable.

“Hey, dad?”

“What is it, Liuer?” he asked before he tensed and looked at Liuer, only to see what looked like Liuer shape-shift back into Pigsy.

“I KNEW IT!” You laughed, holding your stomach as he stared at you with an unamused expression.

“That's not funny,” he said, very unamused.

“Whatever you say,” you couldn't stop snickering at his expense. 

“You know what?” you looked at him just as he dropped the logs and moved towards you.

Uh oh… you immediately sobered up.

“What are you doing?” you chuckled nervously as you backed up three times for every step he took towards you. 

“If you’re so hung up on me being a father, come here,” that made you stop laughing and start running. “Get back here!” he said as he ran after you.

“Nope!” you yelled, not stopping, but your grin said you were still happy… regardless of him threatening to impregnate you and make himself a dad on purpose.

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Part 2.

[someweirdoreblogger]

Onyx Cream Cookie is a well-respected fellow. He is the right-hand of First Cream Cookie for a rightfully great reason.

He is a warrior, upkept. Never underestimate him, don't believe him too burdened by the mold eating away, devouring the majority of his pristine crust and fluffy cream.

He is a fine, disciplined man of a many brilliant word and proficient strategy, what Cookies usually don't realize is those little charms hanging stubborn on the hilt of his ripper are not mere design choices, they are not enchanted by any magic. They hold no special significant prayer or timely devotion to any angel or god. They don't dangle to improve his footing or balance when he unseals his sword from the wrap tightened upon his leather belt.

Gifts. From his closest chosen. Adorable charms; colorful ideas of good fortune, goodwill, and moral support. Onyx Cream Cookie sees a lively silver of you in them, sunshine in his pocket. A mirror couldn't represent this clear reflection. He can't help the sentimentality.

(They're just so...

You.)

They almost breathe. In an inanimate silence, he can almost swear it. The care, the love, the delicate life you line in those pallet shells of material, worked with a monk's patience.

All for no reason at all, then to be reassured, to know Onyx Cream Cookie will occasionally peer down like a curious child and consciously smile, a cresent dawn. Your lovely ornaments, still there looking at nothing at all, slowly waving like leaves lost in the endless gusts of wind, dancing free under the crawling pressure of chill and rain.

In the craftsmanship, twists, curls, swirls, and longful strokes. The reflections of your deepest passions, a strong chain full of fond memories, of all the times he quietly pressed a touch of lip there on the forehead of one of your dear trinkets. Your care for him in a physical form, these truly beautiful cluster of tiny promises strapped to his trusty weapon of inevitable justice, it never fails to remind him there is someone home he must diligently ensure a safe return to.

There are heavy days, tainted bags digging deep in his eyelids, irritating the sensitive infection of mold, the lonely nights-where Onyx Cream Cookie drifts off into a running stream of incoherent thoughts. Where he falls, afloat into a dream, a daze, and he can do nothing more then simply look up, peer to the sky and sees you written in the stars, staring back in a wonder he can't properly describe.

You are timeless. Eternity is you in dough, he knows. Onyx Cream Cookie believes this wholeheartedly, a love he never thought he would hold, grasp fondly in the naked palm of his hands.

Such lovely things, fragile beings we all are in the grand scheme of life and death. All just small layers of flavor in the cake of life Cookies are relentlessly baked in.

Onyx Cream Cookie often offhandedly trips into a trap of his own making, not always on purpose in his honest defense. He catches himself staring, and a man such as himself holds no pride in distractions, but the temptation can't be denied much to his obligation, impossible to resist in the vulnerable moments. Excuses are pitiful, unnecessarily needless. He will be the first to admit, although he is shameless about it at whoever notices him.

The very pieces, lovely shades, the reason he would lay down his dough and flavor for; One most dearest, whose simplicity is a thing of upmost charity and beauty, made by the apple of his eye, he tells himself everytime the sun kisses the horizon. The Heavens is the sightless halo for Earthbread, same as is the sky, the acting color of the peerless ocean.

A sight for sore eyes.

His beloved made those Onyx Cream Cookie will ease; 'I hold them here, right next to me, compared to everywhere else, nowhere rather they be.' Seeing his charms wiggle like gummy worms, mindlessly sing and jiggle like jellybean bells on his ripper's little sheath paints a permanent happy curl on his face.

[alpydk]

Writing Prompt! (No pressure) Bit of a sillier one -

It's early on in their adventures and Gale is still reliant of magical artefacts to keep the orb sated. Tav gives him an enchanted item, not realising it is imbued with a curse that silences him for 24 hours.

How on earth will Gale cope without his practiced tongue? Will the other tadfools take advantage of this blissful silence? Will Gale literally explode from not being able to talk about the weave for a whole day?

Unspoken

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I enjoyed this. Though I feeI I went completely off course from what you initially asked for... Hopefully it's still sufficient? It's not silly, it's literally romance and sweet.

1383 words - Comfort, Romance, M/M (it's pride, and I wanted to try.)

Tav rested his head on Waltimer, his brown bear companion, as it slept in the shade of a grand oak. A gentle breeze caused the coarse bristles to brush against his face, a tickle that made him smile. He could see the dance of the leaves above him, smell the scent of blooming flowers around him, taste the salted air blown up from the coastline. The tadpole meant little at this moment to the monk as he closed his eyes, feeling the slow beat of his heart at peace against his friend.

The movement of the bear was enough to cause Tav to open his eyes and be on guard, the unspoken agreement between him and his furred friend keeping them both safe. A few meters away he saw Gale, walking pained towards them both, his hand gripped to his chest, the orb demanding its daily claim. Gale had spoken often to Tav of his condition, the silent monk providing comfort to one who loved to talk so much. The wizard would gesture as he spoke, a smile on his lips, his eyes expressive for the words that Tav missed when distracted by an unexpected movement. Tav had waited to be caught out, but Gale spoke with little need for comment or critique. He was happy enough to receive an expressive nod, or a gentle hand placed on his arm in comfort, and from there he’d talked further about his life and his potential death.

Tav let him approach, watching the way Gale’s body moved, how his shoulders seemed weighted down by the world. The monk signalled for Gale to sit beside him as he sifted through his bag, quickly pulling out a small ring and handing it over without question. This had become such a regular occurrence as they’d trekked down the Sword Coast together. Gale would appear pained, and in silence, Tav would hand over a magic item, watching as his companion absorbed it into his body. The wizard would then thank him, explaining in detail about Mystra and the folly that had been committed. Gale was frighteningly honest, something that Tav wished they could learn from.

It was shortly after the ring had been absorbed that Tav noticed the change in Gale’s behaviour. The way the delicate hands of the weave rose to the often-smiling lips, how the deep brown eyes widened in panic. Words came out at random, as if Gale was testing the various things he could say, and Tav gave a confused smile, trying to read the behaviour in front of him. He noticed how Waltimer seemed to tense, suggesting something was wrong with the situation; the large animal shifting position to provide a physical comfort to Gale.

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Gale felt the ache die down in his body, now more manageable than it had been in the previous hours. He was thankful for his friend, the way he had watched them diffuse situations just with their presence and caring eyes. To live a life and never hear your voice, such a tragedy. Gale had tried to ignore the stirrings of his heart over his ally, the way their hand had often drifted to his arm in times of hardship, the way they had listened and never judged him for his actions. The orb stirred with the longings of desire he buried deep down. He went to thank Tav for the item, only for his voice to catch in his throat, and he smiled awkwardly, trying to laugh off what was surely a hiccup. As the sound of his laugh failed to reach his ears, he tried to a voice a few more words. Hundur sauce, Sol Invictus… Hello? None of the words emerged, his lips moving but only being met with silence.

He saw how Tav watched him, but never questioned what was happening, as if this was some poor joke only affecting his own senses. He didn’t want to worry, and yet the adrenaline flowed readily, his stomach forming a tight knot, his breathing coming out shaky. Gale felt as the bear moved around, pressing its frame into him, the weight acting as a firm blanket trying to calm him. He heard the wind whistle through the leaves of the tree above them, the way the grass scrunched under the weight of the Waltimer, the twittering of distant birdsong. His own voice gone allowed the emergence of surrounding music; one he’d listened to very little.

---

Tav pulled himself closer to Gale, placing a worn hand on the cotton of the wizard’s robes, trying to figure out what was wrong. As the wizard looked away, Tav placed a hand under his chin, lifting the bearded face to him. He felt the soft hairs under his fingers, saw the loving eyes he’d fallen for the day he’d pulled Gale from the portal. How he wished he could run his fingers through the locks of silver tinted hair, feel the flesh of the neck in front of him upon his lips, hear the…

Tav saw as Gale peered up to him, his lips moving before halting. Only half a silenced message given before being surrendered, believing it pointless to continue. The monk signalled for Gale to continue; now aware it was to do with the ring given. As Gale’s mouth continue to move, Tav focused on the shape of his friend’s lips, on the way his tongue positioned itself behind his teeth as he mouthed the words, as he gave the unsaid message that the ring had been silenced and he now could not speak.

All Tav could do was smile in response, shaking his head that this was but a minor issue, his thumb brushing lightly on Gale’s cheek in comfort. He could smell the sandalwood of his robes over the scent of the surrounding wilderness, could see the aged creases around the soft eyes in front of him, feel the energy around them building as their bodies leaned in towards one another. How Tav longed to kiss the lips that had spoken so many words, lips that, for now, trembled in anticipation. He looked to Gale for confirmation, knowing that this was probably not the best time; the silence spell, the orb, the tadpole all just hurdles in the way of romance.

---

He reads lips…He can hear me even when I cannot. Gale felt the thumb on his cheek, heard the waves crashing on the cliffs in the distance, heard the steady breath emerge from Tav so close to him. The wizard had initially feared the silence spell, the loss of a sense so important as speech, his charisma dwindling further, but as he saw his friend’s eyes gazing into his own, he knew it mattered little.

Their mouths met; a softness he had not expected from someone not versed in the act of talking. He could hear the quiet sigh of his companion, the grumble of the bear behind them both as their hands roamed delicately up one another's bodies, the sounds of their lips upon one another’s. The orb gave a sudden thud, forcing him away, their longing for each other requiring a postponement. He saw how Tav smiled before looking away, more than one unspoken secret being given away on this day.

Gale tapped the monk’s shoulder and mouthed a few words, to which Tav nodded with a shamed look in his eyes. Deaf… How did I not realise? The wizard placed his hand on Tav’s arm, as had been done to him so many times before. He felt nothing had changed between them and his fear of silence now quietened down as the sounds of the world around him built up.

---

The two lay together, their bodies leant into the comfort of Waltimer, for the remaining hours of daylight. Gale with his eyes closed, listening to the various sounds of the world, Tav with his open, watching the rise and fall of his companion’s chest. The sunlight drifted through the treeline, placing warmth upon their smiles, the cicadas sung their summer tune, the birds slowly falling quiet as the shadows crept further with the setting sun. Both felt the comfort of the other next to them, their hands entwined, the scent of each weaving together, their feelings building through muted gestures.

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 29: I Hope You're Happy

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

Beep! Beep!

“Get a move on!”

“Watch it, toots!”

The streets of Brooklyn are one of the aspects of home that aren’t the best. But in a strange way the shouting brings a form of comfort to me. All these people, all different backgrounds, scrambling around to make a living. Bunches of people crammed into a giant city.

And the boat docks bring in even more people.

“Grace! Thomas! Hello!” I shout over the noise and wave them over away from the crowd. “Welcome to Brooklyn, where everyone sounds angry but they’re actually not… Most of the time.”

The sight of their joined hands makes my smile falter by a hair. Lovely engagement ring. Relax, Steenstra. You should be honored they chose your country for a holiday. 

“Hello, Verena.” Thomas smiles politely, scanning the bustling streets. “We’ve got one week here. Since this is your turf, what should we know?”

I can handle playing tour guide. “First, you need to see Lady Liberty. Prospect Park is good too. Also be careful in ‘Hattan ‘cause there’s construction for the new Rockefeller Center.”

The whole time I’m speaking Grace looks at me with confusion. “Did you know we were coming?”

“I spoke of it in the letter I sent,” Thomas answers for me.

Grace, still looking at me, nods. “I see.”

Message received. This is my home but I’m not welcomed to visiting with them. 

“You need to have a drink in Irishtown. Find The Wicked Monk, the best Irish pub on the East Coast. And stop by our joint if you want! Father would be happy to meet you.”

Grace doesn’t like that one bit.

“I’ll leave you to see the sights. I’ve gotta get back home to the shop. Tot ziens! Was good seeing you!”

Back into the bustling noise. Good. It will drown out my anger… By seeing people shout who are much angrier than I am. Now my own home, my used-to-be haven, is now stained with jealousy because of their voyage.

Two years later.

Words. Words. Words. The only thing linking me to the Shelbys. After Thomas and Grace went back to Birmingham I waited to hear back from someone. Anyone. Anything saying when they want me back. Nothing was said. Only a few letters describing their new happy lives and how the company is growing. Everyone is happy…

“Verena! Over here!”

And today is another reminder of the happiness I’m leaving behind. The wedding I hoped for but will never have. 

“Thomas! It’s been too long!” I greet as I haul my trunk off the train. “Oh my, you haven’t changed a bit!”

Same clean-shaven handsome face, same sharp suit. 

“And you look stunning, as usual,” the gangster smiles. “Welcome back to Birmingham.”

We start walking off the platform, no doubt to a car he has waiting for us. It’s so good to see him it's all I can do not to hug him. To look at those eyes.

“I won’t be staying too long, I don’t want to impose-”

“Nonsense. There’s plenty of room,” Thomas replies with ease. In the corner of my eye I see him looking. “You’re wearing your hair in braids?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Is that a problem?”

“Guess not. ‘S just you’ve never done it before.”

“I do at home. Just thought I’d show some Dutch culture.”

Thomas chuckles. “You’re not going to start wearing clogs, are you?” 

I dramatically hold a hand up to stop him. “Heavens, no. That part of my heritage I can live without. But enough of me. How are you? This is a big day.”

A little enthusiasm doesn’t hurt. Despite my dislike for the given situation he still needs all the support he can get. I can tell his mind is in many places.

“‘M nervous,” Thomas says, anxiously rubbing his face. “But excited.”

“My brothers thought the exact same way on their wedding days.” With my free hand I give him a comforting pat on the back. “Don’t stress, it passes. Eoin nearly fainted on his wedding day.”

I was right. Today's car is a beautiful black Fiat 501. Thomas still spares no expense when it comes to his cars. He packs my luggage in the trunk and, like the gentleman he is, opens the door for me. A guts and glory gangster yet he still remembers how to treat a woman.

“Thanks for being here,” he says when we start driving. “Ada still doesn’t always see eye to eye with me and the boys just keep joking around.”

“Of course. Glad to be of service.” Time to throw on the American charm. “You’ve probably heard this multiple times but congratulations! These two years are up and now it’s time for you to tie the knot! It’s not every day one gets to witness an English wedding. Is it any different?”

The word ‘wedding’ throws Thomas’ smile off for a split second but the usual catch-up chatter resumes as we make our way out of town. We pass a sign that says Warwickshire. Apparently Thomas bought his own house and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t itching to see it. Maybe a quaint cottage with a nice horse barn-

Or a freaking mansion. That… That works too, I guess.

“Verena, welcome to Arrow House.”

‘House’ does little to describe it. This is an all-out mansion! Thomas’ castle. He drops me off to the front door and has a handyman drive the car away. I walk through the grand entrance and notice the gorgeous decorations for the special day.

A grand long table dressed in white, decorated with colorful flower centerpieces. They even brought out the best china. All around maids and waiters are scurrying to and fro, finishing the last-minute touches. Above the table is a giant portrait of Thomas holding the reins to one of his magnificent white horses.

“Like it? Got a good price for it.”

As much as I want to be glad for him I can’t help but think he’s using his wealth to compensate for happiness. I must be honest.

“This isn’t you, Thomas. All this money? Living like royalty?”

He walks us further into the house to the edge of a large staircase. “I’d say the family’s earned it.”

I shake my head with sympathy. “You can paint many pictures of yourself but you’re still Thomas Shelby. A simple life can be just as rewarding as an expensive one.”

But he’s amused by this. “Ah, Verena. Still philosophical as ever.”

There’s no use trying to change his mind. This is his world. He’s proud of it. We get to the top of the stairs and I see a familiar framed picture of Lady Liberty.

“I see you kept the picture from your trip.”

Thomas sees where I’m looking. “New York is a wild place. I don’t know how you grew up there.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “Birmingham is no tamer.”

Thomas smirks. “Touché. I did enjoy it, really. The Statue of Liberty was one of Grace’s favorites.”

“If you liked that then next time I’ll show you guys Niagara Falls. Gorgeous place.”

Thomas starts to reach for my hand. “Do you need help with your bags?”

I quickly pull away. “No no, it’s quite alright. This city girl can haul her own luggage.”

He shows me to a room at the end of the hall. A room so big it’s the size of our living room back home. Um, is this a good idea? Inviting another woman to stay in the house of a newly-married couple? I really should find somewhere else to stay. Grace will have my eyes if she sees me here.

“Is this alright?” Thomas asks.

“Thomas, this- The room is perfect. But I should really-”

“Great! I have to finish up some things downstairs. The wedding starts in one hour, I’ll arrange for someone to drive you.” He strides back down the hall.

“Wait!” I run to catch up and meet him at the top of the stairs. “I know my vote doesn’t count but I must say that I am very proud of what you’ve made of yourself. You’re not the same man I met all those years ago, Thomas. You’re a father. A husband. A legit businessman. May God smile upon your family today.”

This is probably the last time I can talk to him alone, and I really do want the Shelbys to be happy. Today is a day for good spirits.

“Verena, that… That means a lot,” Thomas says, looking up from a few stairs below. “Thank you. I-”

“Mr. Shelby!” A maid calls from the bottom.

“Be right there!” Thomas looks at me one last time before heading down. “I’ll see you later.”

Yes. Later. When he’s married.

“Wow. Royal in-laws? You’ve moved up in the world,” I comment as we drive by multiple uniformed men.

“It’s Grace’s relatives,” John says from up front. “Between us, I’m still not used to the uniforms. None of us are. They’re only here for her.”

“It’s good to have you here!” Finn says for the tenth time.

“It’s worth it to see you all. And Arthur, you look very handsome as the best man.”

The man driving us to the church smiles bashfully. “That’s nice of ya, Steenstra. I can’t wait for you to meet Linda. Will you be here for the toast?”

“No, no. I’ll be around for the reception.”

There’s already enough drama between the Shelbys and Grace’s family. I’ll only add to the mix. A quick congrats, a small drink, and I’ll pop out.

I’ll give it to the Brits, they sure know how to have a proper wedding. This church is marvelous! I take my seat next to Finn and see Polly waving from a few seats down. Such a welcoming reunion. If only it weren’t for this occasion. Thomas strides down the aisle, looking very handsome in his spiffy tux, and stands next to Arthur at the altar. The usual music begins and all eyes turn to the silhouette approaching from outside.

Oh my goodness… That dress! A gorgeous lavender if I ever did see one. And the veil… a cascade of purple lace. No wonder Thomas is so happy. Grace gets to the end of the aisle and Jeremiah approaches the couple.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have gathered here today to join these two together in holy matrimony. Thomas Michael Shelby and Grace Helen Burgess.”

I try to keep listening but my mind wanders elsewhere. He chose her. Not me. I’m the one keeping myself trapped in this world. I chose to come back. It’s my fault for feeling this way. But it’s fine. Isn’t it?

Same routine as all my brothers’ weddings. I do, I do, kiss the bride, cheers. What’s different about this wedding is that the cheers seem one-sided. All of Thomas’ family jumps to their feet and shouts with delight, while the other side remains seated and claps. Thankfully Finn sees my discomfort and drags me outside. Everyone files out after us. The bouquet is tossed and all the single women scramble to wrestle over it.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” Finn and I chant.

“Verena, are you edging them on?” John asks.

I smile sheepishly. “Only a little.”

“Why don’t you try?” Finn asks.

I scoff at his attempt at a joke. “Oh, please. I hardly believe in such superstitious nonsense.”

“Says the woman who won’t sleep without a cross above the bed.”

“Hey! It’s religious, not superstitious.”

Finn shrugs. “Maybe there’s a blend?”

Thomas shouts for everyone to gather and a photographer readies himself in front.

“Go on, take the photograph!” Arthur says.

I’m pushed to the side by Grace’s family and before I can protest the camera flashes. Everyone’s thinking it. I don’t belong here. I could have refused. The only reason I decided to attend was to support Thomas and his family. But she’s part of their family now and more than likely I won't be welcomed as often. 

Oh, my mistake. Pair the gossiping barmaid with the blood-thirsty gangster? They’re perfect for each other! He’s married. It’s done. I can’t have him. I need to let him go.

@meadows5

[lady-of-endless]

hi!! do you think you could write something with Ramattra where he somehow ends up at overwatch and the reader (a new agent) is the only one who’s nice to him? And gradually they grow closer and when it comes time for him to leave on a mission she goes to the hanger to see him off and maybe gives him a kiss/they have an intimate forehead touch?your stuff is so good thank you!!!!

Author's Note: Can I just say how much I love this idea? I really hope I won't mess it up. I added a twist to your request, hope you won't mind it too much :( Thank you for requesting and I hope you'll enjoy it.

Overwatch recruit!Ramattra with Overwatch agent!reader

He could sense everyone's stares as he walked through the halls of the Overwatch Watchpoint. He got accepted there as a recruit (a soon-to-be agent), but only in theory. Practically, everyone was hesitant and slightly judgmental because of his tumultuous past and brutal acts.

Everyone tried to be mature about the situation and he appreciated it at first. However, day by day, that forced and rigid diplomacy he got from every Overwatch agent was driving him insane. Ramattra was expecting this type of approach yet, he longed for a true interaction. He wished for a real conversation.

Ramattra was convinced that he was entitled to receive those reactions from the other agents after all the damage he has done in the past. That is exactly why when you approached him with kindness, he was surprised.

You noticed how he carried himself, how he tried to fit in and prove himself as a recruit and wanted to help him. Also, you couldn't deny how captivating he seemed to you. There were times when he accidentally caught you staring at him but he brushed it off. Again, everyone else was staring at him.

Of course, before any mission, there was a meeting with both recruits and agents. Ramattra thought how clichéd it was that no one sat next to him. Not that something as insignificant as this mattered to him. "Hello, recruit." He heard a voice coming from his right side. "Greetings, agent." He automatically responded in an official tone before looking at you. It wasn't a memorable first encounter but he thought about it all day. Not because someone finally sat next to him and greeted him but because you smiled at him like you were honestly happy to see him. No one seemed truly glad to see him there.

Since that day, you always sat next to him. He was surprised that you would ask about how he's adjusting, how he finds working for Overwatch, and other questions. At first, he thought that some other agent ordered you to interrogate him but as time went by, he noticed how you were more interested in how he was feeling rather than any other information.

Ramattra wouldn't admit that he longed for more time spent with you. However, he would come up with different questions about missions and other agents to ask you. He could find the answer to those questions alone easily, but it was the most suitable strategy to get to interact with you more.

Days went by and you still were the only one who was treating him with sympathy and equality. Getting closer to one another felt natural.

Back in his days as a monk he learned a lot about gratefulness and although he had nothing to feel grateful for a long time because of the omnic crisis, now he finally found something. Someone.

During meetings, there were countless moments in which your hand would subtly move closer to his on the table, during meetings. Cassidy is the only one to catch that move so he smirks and tips his hat to you and Ramattra. Since he noticed that wholesome moment between you two, Cassidy was the next agent who has become friendlier to Ramattra.

What's more about those meetings is that Ramattra is always attentive to what everyone has to say but when you are the one talking? He is mesmerized. When you talk, in front of everyone and your eyes would linger on him, Ramattra fixes his posture a little bit.

The funny thing is that no matter how he felt growing more and more fond of you, he still called you "Agent" or "Agent (your last name)". He wanted to keep showing his respect.

One day, you hear that Ramattra will be sent on a mission without him being in your assigned team. It was a dangerous mission so of course you were worried and of course, you wanted to let him know how you felt just in case something dramatic happened. As he was getting himself ready, he was surprised to see you in his quarters. He stopped fixing some belts immediately when he noticed the distress on your face. You step closer to him, avoiding his gaze and confusing him. Was there something wrong?

Ramattra looks at you for a little longer before placing his hands on your shoulders. "You can tell me." He says in a calm tone. As he kept his hands on your shoulders, you finally placed your hands on his chest and looked up at him. You both noticed how close your faces were but no one backed away. Naturally, he leaned in, letting his forehead touch yours in silence. You both got the meaning of the affectionate gesture.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

YESSSS JACKDOUG THAT LOOKS PROMISING! Dougie is such a romantic that Jack won’t see it coming.

And the thing is, it's not JUST desperately romantic notes (Like the one Jack finds in his flight suit in Algeria that just says "I want to kiss your sunburned cheeks and comb the sand from your hair as you lean against me and tell me where we'll live after the war.") but also sometimes the notes are wrapped around flowers or sweets and still crushingly sweet in their own ways. ("Forget me nots for all the boys we miss." / "You're looking peaked, hopefully the cinnamon in this candy pinks you up.")

He absolutely gifts Jack an autographed photo. ("For my love with all affection I could possibly say in words -- James")

Jack really does NOT know how to respond to a lot of this. He's a practical guy. Romance like this is something he's heard other people talk about but never thought he'd like. Turns out, he loves it. But how to respond?

His attempts to write back to James the same way just don't work ("You're brilliant in everything you do." -- "Oh, god, I sound like a graduation card.") He tries figuring out gifts to give back, but he doesn't really know flowers or if James even likes them for himself. He does manage to start sneaking sour cherry candies (James's favorites) into his flight suit and desk and catches James finding some and smiling softly in happiness.

When James becomes group bombardier, he comes into Jack's office every couple of days and sets up at the coffee table, lays out his photographs and maps and notepad. Doesn't say much to Jack, doesn't interrupt his workflow, and Jack realizes this is how he shows James how much he cares about him. Makes sure to keep an extra coffee cup so James doesn't have to go back to his office for his own. Orders them both lunch when he calls it in. Tracks down a fat, low ottoman so James can sit on the floor in front of the couch like he prefers.

And he sees James smile each time he does something like that, and he still gives Jack beautiful love notes ("The sunlight through the window by your desk lights you up like a painting I saw in a textbook. It was a monk studying from a book, serious and serene in equal measure. You look just like him, but brighter because I can reach out and touch.") and little gifts (A tie clip Lemmons made from some of the fort salvage; hand-carved buttons he found in the village), but now Jack has his own way to give his affection back, and it's soft and sweet and a wonderful respite as they work together to fight the war.

[multific]

Two Halves of a Whole

2. Living with You

Part 1

Alpha!Osferth x Omega!Reader

Summary: When you moved away from the town you were born in, you didn't know where to go. Soon, you found an abandoned cottage in the woods and decided to make it your own. You never expected to meet your mate, but the scent made you follow. His scent made you go after him.

During each battle all he could think about is you.

All he could focus on was victory. 

Because each one meant he would be a step closer to going back to you.

His companions knew.

They knew the next morning about what happened. They could smell the sweet scent of the handkerchief in his pocket. They could see the shine in his eyes.

They all knew.

Yet, no one said anything. All of them stayed quiet about it.

But they were extremely happy for their baby monk.

So, when during their last battle Osferth got hurt, everyone's heart sank.

The fact that not only their friend got hurt but also the fact that he now had a sweet woman waiting for him, broke their heart.

Thankfully, Osferth, much like many alphas, healed quickly, and soon, he asked to be let go. He explained to his Lord that he wanted to go and be with his mate.

Uthred, of course, understood and gave the permission for him to leave. With the reminder that He could be back at any time as he pleases. And when he has pups of his own, he will have to introduce them.

Osferth left with bandages, but his heart was longing. Longing for the sweet Omega he met.

And he couldn't wait much longer to see you.

Injury or not.

And just how beautiful you were.

His dreams did no justice to your beauty or your scent as you stood there, smiling at him before running into his arms.

He was finally there, holding you.

---

You helped his wound heal, and Osferth was just so happy.

You were always so close, letting him smell you whenever he wished, his nose often found itself in your hair.

You were such a perfect Omega.

Osferth absolutely loved his new life.

Living with his Omega in this nice little comfortable cottage. 

He got used to this new life rather quickly. The chopping wood, feeding animals, and tending to a garden became his daily routine. 

You cooked, baked, fixed ripped clothes and helped him where you could.

Life with you was easy and comfortable. 

Osferth often found himself longing. Longing to be close to you in a different manner. But he knew he had to keep his beast down. The last thing he wanted was to scare you, especially since the two of you did have a lengthy conversation on mating and pups. And Osferth was a patient man.

But just because he agreed on waiting, didn't mean he wouldn't hold you close every single night. Letting you snuggle into his side as he kept both of his arms around you. 

And you adored him for it.

It made you feel safe and secure. You weren't sure just how you slept before, but you knew you would never be able to sleep alone again.

And you didn't have to.

To your surprise, Osfert was a rather good farmer. He had a lot of knowledge on herbs. He also took good care of your animals.

If you weren't in love with him before, the moment his eyes shined as he ate your cooking surely would have made you fall.

One evening, Osferth was looking around the house, trying to find you but he couldn't.

"Lady Y/N!" he yelled for what felt like the thousandth time. "OMEGA!" he ended up yelling in desperation. 

Why couldn't he find you?

Where were you?

He tried to find you using your scent but since everything around the house smelled like you, he had no luck. 

Then, he smelled it. 

"Fuck!" he said, quickly grabbing his nose in his hands, he needed to focus. He ran out of the house, finding you standing by the river, he could see you were shaking. Upon his arrival, you slowly turned.

"I don't know what's going on. I'm scared." you whispered as he still tried his best not to inhale from his nose.

"You are in heat, Love." 

Oh. That explained it. 

"Will you help me, Osferth? I'm so hot but cold at the same time."

"Don't ask me to help. I won't be able to control myself. Let's get you home." he reached out to you. 

You knew what a heat was. You had them previously but they were never this strong. Could be because this time you had your mate with you.

You two were on your way home when you suddenly stopped, making Osferth look at you.

"I didn't build a... nest." you admitted, it made you feel like you have failed.

"It's okay, you couldn't expect it to happen, we can build you one now, a nice and warm one, okay?"

You quickly nodded before following him once more.

You stood in front of your bed, looking at it, frozen as Osferth grabbed a couple blankets and some of his shirts, putting it down next to you.

You looked at the pile of clothes before starting on your nest.

You were amazed at how great it turned out.

You were led by instinct and it paid off. You then slowly moved to lay down in it, Osferth knelt down on the floor, reaching for your hand as he watched you.

He heard a lot about heat. He knew what an Omega needed when they were in one, he heard that some experienced pain and also others barely even noticed that they were in heat. You looked calm and collected, which did help to keep his inner beast down. He would hate to do something you would regret later. 

"Can you hold me? Like you always do?" you asked.

"I-In your nest, Lady?"

"Join me please." and he didn't need to be told twice. He quickly moved laying down behind you just like you asked, his arms moving around you. His nose glued to your neck, smelling you. 

He took deep breaths smelling the aroma your body left, only for him. 

But he needed to protect you.

From what? He wasn't sure. But he knew he needed to protect you because he would certainly not use your heat to breed you. He wouldn't let his mind even wonder in that direction.

You weren't ready, and frankly, he wasn't either.

Not now.

Osferth found it rather easy to keep his Alpha in check. He was afraid to lose control, but he never did. 

You were also a lot calmer than you thought you would be. But then again, there were heats in the cases of Omegas when they didn't experience it as strongly as other times. It really varied. 

And this one, was a short and less intense one. 

And you were grateful for that.

But you were even more grateful for Osferth. He stayed beside you at all times. Not letting go of you, you could only imagine how hard it was for him.

Little did you know that it wasn't as bad as he expected it to be.

And as your heat ended, you returned to your normal routine.

One evening, Osferth finally gathered his courage and asked your hand in marriage.

You knew that his God meant a lot to him, so it was no surprise that he wished to marry you.

And of course, you said yes.

You two got married in the village close to your home. You two made up a story about being runaway lovers and the priest was more than happy to wed you two. It was late at night. But he still looked like the most beautiful man in the entire world. 

He was your world.

As you watched his eyes shine in the candle light, his hair a bit longer than before, his smile never leaving his face.

You knew that he was all you ever needed.

Your perfect, protective Alpha.

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After Dark | Prologue

“Of course we won’t go to a strip club,” Osferth replied. The result, well, it took only a small amount of persuasion and intelligence from the Irish to include his idea.

pairing: female stripper!reader x modern!osferth, finan and sihtric.

warnings: sensual and sexual themes, english is NOT my first language.

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A few days ago a bet was made and the result was not satisfactory for Osferth. His birthday was usually celebrated year after year in a modern, cozy and pleasant pub along with his faithful group of friends, however, to his despair and willful, the scenario had changed this time.

“I don't want to do that, I feel like a pervert,” he complained when they approached the entrance to the club, receiving a fun look and a wide smile from Finan, the creator of that. A blush took over his cheeks as he thought what was about to happen. It has become a common reaction whenever he thought about it since he lost in his own business.

“It only makes everything better,” the Irishman mocked, putting his arm over the shoulder of the youngest member of the gang. "We have to be open to new experiences."

The experience in question was Finan's suggestion about the initially innocent bet on football that Osferth started among the guys. Obviously the man with a thick accent would not miss the opportunity to take his naive friend seriously, suggesting, in case Osferth's favorite team missed that his birthday was spent in a different place, specifically in a strip club.

“Of course not,” the young man with dirty blonde hair had said at the time.

"Of course your team will lose or that you don't want to bet against me?" Finan provoked.

“Of course we won't go there's a strip club,” Osferth replied. The result, well, it only took small amount of persuasion and wit from the Irish to include his idea. It was a happy coincidence since only a few days he had discovered an adult entertainment house reasonably close to his work in the center. In a quick search on the internet, Finan saw that was a more than decent club (in fact it was almost exclusive) and had some dress codes and other shit. There was also a median fee to enter, an amount that would apparently be paid with the quality of the drinks and the ladies.

It was the perfect night option, but since Uhtred started going out with Æthelflæd he was not a companion for the occasion, which restricted only to his other two faithful friends.

"It's a little depressing to pay to have sex with a lady, but since we're here..." Sihtric said.

"Calm down, tiger, we're not talking about having sex with the ladies, just seeing them dancing," Finan replied, still keeping the cunning smile on the other two.

“I agree with Sihtric,” Osferth complained pouting.

"Of course you agree, if I hadn't seen you all shy with that girl from the library I would instruct you to follow a religious path, like a priest or monk," the Irishman acted again, seeing his friend's blush increase even more.

It was true that loving conquests were not Osferth's strength, much because of his more fervent Christian upbringing than other people. He still carried a lot of that in his adult personality, which generated a barrier when it came to moving things forward with women. It seemed wrong, it was wrong, a naturalized sin, but he wanted it so much. He wanted to feel the love and warmth of a girl, to feel the smell and feminine touch near her skin, even if it was an iniquity. He believed in the word, he believed in salvation, but he was a mere sinner like everyone else and increasingly adept at worldly seduction. Even if he shared Sihtric's feeling and his own morality was against what was about to happen, a small spark inside him was anxious to see what was behind that door.

“Hey dude, if you really don't want to do that I won't force you, I'm not a jackass,” Finan finally said, turning in front of him.

It was just a spark, would he surrender so easily to instinct? "I..." no, he couldn't... "I want to see. I don't know why, but I'm curious."

“I knew, there's a big Casanova under your monk's mantle,” he joked, pulling Osferth close again like a bear.

“Leave our baby monk alone, it's his day,” Sihtric chuckled, seeing them both pay and come in first.

A series of surprises already came as soon as they took the first step. It was less dark than the expected, not at all decadent in structure (as Finan had said), foci of neon lights were responsible for illuminating the environment and there were poledances on all sides, as well as a large and luxurious main stage with a dim orange light coming from the center. It was presumed that the main attraction happened there, so the three men sat in the front row (much because of Finan) In addition to these characteristics — Lord have mercy!

A half-naked blonde girl was on the next stage, removing her bra to a man in a suit who had given her a considerable pack of money.

"I didn't expect it to be like this," Osferth didn't measure the words before releasing them, then correcting them: "I didn't expect it to be so explicit, I thought the girls were wearing underwear."

“It's called a strip club for a reason,” Finan said when calling the waitress. "You're adorable, never change."

“They wear underwear for a part of the time,” Sihtric scored as he carefully watched the dancer's full breasts on the next stage, receiving a wink from her when she noticed the attention received from the Dane and the lack of attention of the man in front of her.

"That's good for your ego, isn't it?" Finan asked while waiting for the service, pointing between his friend and the stripper.

"Not exactly. They are paid for it, it's not genuine but it's still a beautiful lady,” he replied as he looked away at a still very shocked Osferth. "Worse things will happen than outside breasts, you better get used to it."

And in fact it happened, especially when Finan surprised the youngest with a ridiculous Bday Boy hat. After that, a young redhead dressed as a nurse approached the three men with an intentionally sweet smile, looking at the young man in the center.

“Mm, do you need any service, Bday boy? I know some things that can make your day even better,” she smiled.

“He's shy, it's the first time in a place like this,” the Irishman said.

“Are you a virgin in that, sweetie? We can handle this," the girl's smile widened, seeing him disconcerted. Osferth wanted to sink into the chair with the beginning of that, but everything changed when in the middle of the dance the girl guided his hand to his newly naked chest, leaning over him, making his eyes widen. "Usually customers don't touch me for free, but I decided to make an exception for something sweet like you." The meat was warm and soft under his hand, the feeling leaving their pants tight and his neck red.

“T-thank you,” he said. The drinks arrived and with them the red-haired woman, or Tracy as she was on the small badge in her nurse uniform, looked in the direction beyond the three men and nodded positively.

“It's time for the main show, dear, I'll have to go, but you can meet me later if you want,” she blinked seductively and collected her costumes and the notes that Sihtric, Finan and others threw in her direction.

During his recovery, Osferth didn’t notice the amount of men tripling in the chairs around the main stage, while his two friends were very attentive about it. Yes, the previous dancer was very beautiful, but it wasn't exactly what Dane was looking for in a show or in a situation. Again, it was almost a stab in his pride to have to pay for a girl's attention. Unlike Osferth for his religious creation and Finan who was just enjoying the adventure without any commitment, Sihtric's reason was different. He was having fun in the situation, but still the twinge in his ego was still quite present.

"What do you think will happen?" The Irish asked.

“A lady will show up and take off her clothes,” Sihtric replied by taking a sip of his drink, laughing internally at Finan's later comment.

Suddenly, all the other lights went out so that there was only the orange and neon light left on the highest part of the main stage and a male voice echoing throughout the club.

"The following attraction is not indicated for those who fear seduction. She, the lady of darkness, the lady of iniquity, the woman who will make your dreams come true. Contemplem, the-“

It was a lie to say that the three were not minimally anxious about what was about to happen, especially when the lighting became warmer and the sides of the stage accompanied the tonality. And then, you emerged between the orange smoke.

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[blackjackkent]

Quiet Zone

Pairing: Karlach/Tav Characters: Karlach, Hector Carlisle (OC Male Tav) Rating: E/18+ Warnings: None Descriptors: Fluff, humor, library sex, funny/happy sex, cute, almost caught, dialogue heavy Chapter Word Count: 3.3k Chapter Setting: Post-game, in Avernus in the House of Hope

Summary: 

In a rare moment of calm during their war against the devils of Avernus, Karlach and Hector Carlisle (monk Tav) get some time to themselves (more or less) in the library of their new base in the House of Hope.

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“What are you looking for exactly?” Karlach leans against the doorframe of the House of Hope’s library, raising an eyebrow and watching Hector scurry between the bookcases. “No way Raphael kept anything in here but second-rate porn.”

“I admit, that does seem to be most of the collection,” Hector answers wryly. He walks around the corner of another shelf, and his voice takes on a slightly dulled quality, muted by the rows of books between them. “There is the occasional treasure, though. I’ve found a few books on Zariel, on Mephistopheles, on various sorts of devils and demons. Raphael wanted control of the Hells - and he clearly kept notes on his potential competition. Could be useful for us, in the battles ahead.”

Karlach grins. Stepping fully into the room, she leans her hip against one of the overstuffed chairs in the foyer area and looks around.

The library of the House is just as oppressively posh-looking as the rest of the place. Its high, vaulted ceiling curves down to meet inset marble columns lining the walls. Each column marks the end of a row of ornate mahogany bookshelves, all engraved with elaborate flame motifs. Unlike the relic archives, though, the library doesn’t seem to have seen much care or use; the shelves are dusty, the marble columns chipped. The air smells of ink and old leather, but it's undercut with a distinct scent of mildew. The chair she’s resting against gives a soft squeak of dismay as her weight leans into it.

“Guess that makes sense,” she says casually. “But you could just ask me, y’know. I know everything, after all. ‘Specially when it comes to demons.”

“And as you well know,” Hector answers promptly from among the books, “I will listen to you gladly at every opportunity. But no record of knowledge is ever wasted. So I was taught in my scribing at the monastery, and so I shall continue to profess.”

There’s a smile in his voice, and she smiles herself to hear it. These moments of calm are few and far between, given their near-constant battles with Zariel’s forces. It’s always a relief for both of them when they have a little space to breathe - even if it does mean slumming around Raphael’s old stomping grounds.

“Uh-huh. Admit it,” she teases. “You’re in here reading the smut. All the academia shit’s just a clever cover.”

“Nooooo…” he says, with such exaggerated drama that it makes her laugh. Straightening up, she follows him down one of the aisles - and laughs again as she sees him slam a small leather-bound book down onto the shelf with a guilty expression.

“Hah!” she crows. “I knew it!” Darting forward before he can react, she snatches the book up and peers at it curiously. “ Milk of the Goddess. Hell of a title. And here I thought you were a good Selunite boy.”

Hector blushes. “The Moonmaiden could not fault me a little curiosity, I’m sure,” he says sheepishly. “Besides, I was trying to figure out where to shelve it.”

“Where to shelve-- wait. Hector. Hec. Hecster.” Karlach grins from ear to ear and steps behind him, planting her hands on either side so he is trapped against the bookcase, her chest against his back. “Are you, my dearest love in the whole world, saying you’re spending our precious free time organizing Raphael’s library?"

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Originally sourced from two separate ask meme prompts from @astreamofstars:

"Oh, shut up." "You shut up." "Make me." "Okay, but you might moan a little." (Spicy Romance Prompts)

Kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing (Kiss Prompts)

TY to @thedarkstrategist for beta! :)

[nian-7]

Maybe a request, but you can ignore if you want (≧﹏ ≦) *Finally showing my face here bc I'm too shy, bless tumblr for having anon ask to use*

I barely see yandere Kuko Harai content, it would be too much if I request this? With a fem! S/O, but can be gn! S/O if you want (✿◕‿◕✿)

How would you imagine him being a yandere? I'm curious ;3;

i had to think about it a little bit but i really enjoyed writing this!! enjoy! keep the kuko req comin..

Kuko Harai x fem!reader

✧yandere headcanons

✧cw: manipulation, violence.. usual yandere tendencies

-Well, first thing that comes to mind is that he's a monk. Monks are supposed to be reliable and trustworthy! Kuko is... arguably neither sometimes. But he uses his status as a monk when you first meet just to manipulate you.

-He's not scared of fights that's for sure though. He has no problem getting into a fight over someone looking at you too much for his liking when you both are simply walking around.

-The guy who looked at you will be bloody and bruised by the time Kuko's done with him and honestly you can't help but feel bad for him. He acts as if he didn't just beat a guy up on the streets of Nagoya just because he looked at you for too long.

-Follows it up with some sermon about how he was able to do that. He's honestly just manipulating you into thinking he's the one who was in the right and that he's a good person because he's a monk. Monk's can't be bad, right?? (wrong..)

-He's not above killing someone, usually if it were to happen in a fight. He wouldn't go out of his way just to kill someone over something like looking at you or getting close to you. He'd rather give them a good beating so they know why he's doing it. If the guy ends up dying or passing out, that's not his fault.

-Kuko does draw the line at kidnapping though. He hates rules and having his freedom restricted. As much as he'd love to keep you all to himself where nobody else will even dare to look at you with their dirty eyes, he doesn't want to take away that freedom from you.

-He doesn't stalk you either, he has no shame in walking right beside you whenever he finds you out. He finds it unnecessary to do and sneakily follow you and risk you thinking he's a creep so he'll just walk up beside you and walk with you wherever you go.

-Oddly enough, he doesn't mind it if you have female friends. It's probably due to the fact that he wants you to still be happy even when he's not around to make you happy. Seeing how much your friends make you smile makes him happy to see your smile. So your female friends get a pass. Not your male friends. He sees them all as they're all just trying to get with you and take you away from him.

-Kind of the same thing with girls on the street. If a girl stares at you for a while, he just assumes that she likes your outfit or that she's admiring you. He won't just go start a fight with a random girl unless she starts it first with you.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[everlastingdreams]

The Weeping Monk x Reader : Born In The Dawn Chapter 11

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Story Summary: Locked inside a dark room in a dungeon, kept alive only for your power, you believed you’d never see the daylight again. That is until the Weeping Monk finds his way down and steals you from your captors. It is the beginning of a journey that leads you through hardship and newfound hope, but nothing is assured in a world that is changing for the Fey. The magic that runs in your veins is drawing out the worst the world has to offer, does it include the man who pulled you from the dark?

Chapter Title: A Common Goal

Notes: /

Warnings: Violence. Torture. Sexual Assault. Rape Threat. Gore. Enemies To Lovers. Pining. Trauma. Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Gore?. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn…

Word count of this fic: +190K

Chapter:  11/ It’s a secret.

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All through the night you rode at a steady pace, anything faster than a trot would go beyond the strength the Monk still had to hold on to the reins of his horse.

The only small conversation was coming from Squirrel and him, you did not seek it out yourself.

“What was your name, boy?” He asked Squirrel.

“Squirrel.” Was the answer given by the boy.

The Monk thought about that for a second. “A squirrel is an animal. What name were you given?”

You knew the boy disliked it when it came to his real name, and you had never pressed on when it came to the matter.

“I don’t like that name.” Squirrel told him.

“It’s still your name.” The Monk was persistent.

The boy rolled his eyes, sensing that this man would not stop questioning him over it. “Fine. It’s Percival.”

Did your eyes play a trick on you, or did he truly smile a little when he got the boy to tell him his name?

He repeated what the boy had said, hoping he had heard it correctly, “Percival.”

Squirrel saw the door open to ask him a question too, “Do you… have a real name?”

You looked at them from the corner of your eyes, seeing how the Monk had a sudden melancholic look in his.

“Lancelot.” He answered it like a weight had lifted off his shoulders. “A long time ago, my name was Lancelot.”

It was hard to ignore how his voice had carried a sadness too, not just an audible sense of relief. As if the sound of his actual name unburdened him of the title they had put on him.

Squirrel looked back at him. “Yours is worse.”

It took you a second to understand what the boy had done and you forced yourself to hold in the laugh.

There was a scoff from the insulted Monk, still he forgave the boy for his bluntness.

You did not know what to think now, to see the Monk without his usual stoic behavior was strange. It was unknown ground and you did not know where to tread and what was safe.

Now that you were free, you saw no reason to be around the Monk for much longer.

Once you had Squirrel with you again, it was time to go.

Yes, he had freed you and fought to keep Squirrel save, but you did not know what his motives were. You were Dawn Folk, many had betrayed your kind, it was in your nature to be careful. With his appearance he would certainly draw attention, if you wanted to avoid the Reaper or his Brother’s finding you, you needed to keep a low profile. The Monk did not fit in that category.

The Monk looked your way when you got close and touched Squirrel’s arm, because he looked close to dozing off.

You believed he might have a concussion. “We should let the horses rest once we are behind that rock formation over there.”

You could not have made it anymore known that you would have highly preferred him not to be there too. It was in your eyes, in every look his way.

He was not happy with the situation either, but still stood behind the decision he had made.

The Monk was quite aware it had been the only thing you had said to him so far, apart from some ‘yes’ and ‘no’ answers.

Once behind the rock formations, you halted and dismounted your horse to tie the reins to a tree. You felt one of the wounds on your back begin to bleed again.

“Y/n, the boy…” The Monk rarely used your name and it was still strange to hear him say it.

You helped him to get Squirrel safely to the ground and inspected the darkening bruise around the child’s eye. Those cowardly red drapes had found it necessary to hit a child like this.

Instinctively you put your palm against his face and let your magic flow through your fingers, the bruise vanished from his skin and the cut on his cheek healed.

Squirrel stumbled back upon feeling it and his markings reacted to it, “Did you just heal me?”

It was the first time you had needed to do so since meeting him. “I did.”

The Monk had watched it happen and struggled terribly to dismount Goliath, by being to proud to ask for help for himself he ended up falling to the ground.

The poor horse was quick to turn around to try and aid his rider.

Squirrel hurried over to him as well.

The Monk had held on for as long as he could, but the injuries had done too much damage to go on much longer.

Those injuries, the state he was in…

This healing would draw a lot of energy from you and you weren’t looking forward to it.

The Hidden would not leave you alone if you’d refuse to heal him.

“Y/n! Help him!” Poor Squirrel was in a panic.

You took off your vest, knelt down next to the unconscious Monk and turned him to lay on his back, putting your propped up vest under his head.

“It’s going to be alright.” You reassured Squirrel.

You put your hands down on the Monk’s chest and barely had to focus, the Hidden were but all too happy that you were doing this without having to torment you for it.

It took longer than you had anticipated and you wondered how the bloody hell he had even lasted this long.

You held on as long as you could without collapsing yourself, then scurried away from him.

A sudden wave of nausea hit you and you crawled a bit further away from them and tried to get yourself off of the ground by pulling yourself up with the help of a young thin tree.

Squirrel hurried to your side and helped you.

Once on your feet, you fought of the weakness and took Squirrel by the arm and began to lead him towards your horse to leave before the Monk would wake. “We need to go now, before he wakes.”

Squirrel ripped his arm from your hold. “What? No! He saved us!”

You shook your head. “Only after getting us into the trouble we were in.”

The boy was appalled by the choice you were making. “The Green Knight said that all Fey are brothers, is that a lie?”

Time was running out. “We can’t trust him, Squirrel!”

The Monk jolted back into consciousness and coughed heavily.

You could not prevent Squirrel from running back to him, and watched the boy help the man like he had known him all his life.

This could not be happening…

You remained at a distance and leaned against a tree close to your horse, fighting to not let the loss of energy break you now that freedom was there for the taking.

It still took him a moment to understand what had happened, then the Monk looked around for you and found you looking back at him with uncertainty. “You…”

You shrugged your shoulders in response and looked to the ground instead of his face.

Squirrel was still worried, “Are you alright?”

He nodded to the boy and put some effort in to stand up from the ground.

Goliath was right there to offer him the support he needed to stand until his legs did not feel unstable anymore.

Your vest was on the ground…

Had you…

You did not wait to inform him of your plan, “I am leaving with Squirrel.”

The frown on the Monk’s forehead appeared instantly.

The boy wiped that idea off of the table, “No, you’re not!”

You tried to reason with the boy, “Squirrel, we have to leave. We can’t trust him.”

Squirrel only grew more stubborn. “He’s Fey! He’s one of us!”

You lost some of your temper. “He’s the Weeping Monk!”

Your eyes snapped towards the Monk as the words sank into all who had heard them.

He looked to the ground now, it appeared your words had indeed gotten an ill response.

What was your plan? Pick the young spirited boy up and run off with him? By the look in your eyes he could tell that it was certainly something you were thinking of doing.

Squirrel chose his side in this. “I won’t just leave him! He didn’t leave me either, or you!”

It hurt to see Squirrel choose to stand with the Monk on this, after everything you had been forced to live through.

You knew you were blinking faster to not let a tear form.

Instead of telling the boy all the reasons you had to hate him, you chose to keep quiet and let the boy scold you…

Why did you spare him? Why not tell the child the reason for your anger?

Perhaps it was kindness…

The Monk picked up your vest from the ground and got close to you even when you looked like you wanted to back away from him, he offered the vest right into your hands, “You have every right and reason to hate me. But I owe you a debt for healing me. Would it not be easier if there were two to protect the boy until you have returned to your people?”

Your eyes locked on his face, “Once Squirrel is safe, you’re out off my way?”

He could smell the blood on you now that he stood close, it distracted him for a second, “Agreed.”

Here you were healing both him and the boy, while suffering injuries yourself.

You took a step back. “We need to keep moving.”

Squirrel looked relieved that you seemed to agree to keep the Monk around.

He agreed with that. “The Trinity Guard will be looking for us, it will not be long before the Abbot spreads the word across the land.”

“It’s not just the Trinity Guard that worries me.” You mumbled through your teeth.

The Monk hit the nail on the head with his guess, “You believe Soran is hunting you?”

Was it not obvious to him, the interest that bastard had shown in you? “I never heard a story of the Reaper skipping over one of my kind, Monk. He has seen my face, knows what I look like. He’ll have his Brothers looking for me.”

An idea came to him, one you would perhaps not like.

You mumbled your irritation, “I can’t believe I am letting you come along. You were just going to leave me there anyway if Squirrel hadn’t made his demand.”

He dropped his eyes to the ground. “Look inside my horse’s saddle bag”

A frown creased your forehead, “Why?”

He arched a brow, practically challenging you to do it.

With an annoyed sigh you made your way over to the horse. “Your horse does not like me.”

“Goliath.” Squirrel said.

“What?” You asked.

“The horse is named Goliath.” The boy explained.

One look at the Monk confirmed it was true.

You began to search the saddle bag. “Well, Goliath does not like me.”

The Monk disputed it, “That is false.”

Goliath would not be so calm and let you just touch that saddle bag if it were true.

You presented him with the facts that led you to believe otherwise, “Your horse never allowed me to mount him.”

His eyes narrowed at you. “So you have tried to take my horse.”

You deadpanned, “Obviously. Why wouldn’t I?”

Almost did he roll his eyes before looking off to the side.

You took something out of the saddle bag that was wrapped in a linen cloth, you did not need to unwrap it to know that a pastry was inside of it, the scent gave it away.

It was the same kind of pastry you had grown fond of during you stay in captivity…

But this did not mean that he had planned ahead, this pastry could have just been in there for a different time or reason.

“This means nothing.” You tried to brush it off and broke the pastry in three. “Besides, one pastry will not keep the three of us alive for long. We have to head to a village or a market soon.”

You gave Squirrel a piece, and then the Monk.

He sounded disapproving of the idea, “Why? To steal?”

You did not want to hear him be judgmental considering he was in the same situation, “Yes, to steal. Unless you plan on eating grass?”

There was still the bow attached to Goliath’s saddle.

“Hunting is an option.” He said.

You ate your part of the pastry and pointed out the problem, “We would need to make a fire to not eat whatever we catch raw. It would draw attention.”

The Monk saw your point. “I suppose you’re right.”

“I am.” You said.

Squirrel sighed a little at the way the two of you just didn’t get along well.

As did the Monk, your feisty nature only increased now that you were free. “There is one place I know of that is not easy to be found by those who do not know it exists.”

You heard how he was being careful with what he was saying. “What place?”

His eyes fixed on the trees. “Where I found you.”

So that was why he had been speaking with caution, rightfully so.

“If the boy was not here now, I would hit you!” You seethed at the mere suggestion.

He tried to make you see his point, “Think of it. Did anyone find you before I did?”

You refused to listen and walked away a bit.

He turned, eyes following you. “I only found you because I caught your scent.”

That got Squirrel’s attention “You what?”

You gestured in the direction of the Monk. “Oh, yes. He can smell us from afar. That’s how he finds the Fey.”

The boy scrunched his nose up at that, “What sort of Fey are you?”

He looked at Squirrel, it took him a moment to answer, “I was born from the Ash Folk.”

You could not hide the sheer surprise on your face, “What did you just say?”

The Monk looked more uncertain to see your response to it. “I am Ash Folk.”

The name sounded familiar, but the Ash Folk had been gone from these lands for centuries. They were considered a legend…

Yet, here he was. Now you understood why the Hidden insisted on his survival.

You were collecting your thoughts after that news. “Don’t tell anyone else. If the Reaper or his following hear of what clan you are, they will come for you too.”

Squirrel looked at him very curiously. “I never heard of them.”

You offered what you knew, “It’s been centuries since they were seen. At this time, most of the Fey believe the Ash Folk were nothing more but tales.”

A tale that stood right in front of your nose now.

“Is that why you look so strange?” The boy bluntly asked.

You looked off to the side upon seeing the look the Monk had on his face now.

“The marks by my eyes are the marks of my kind.” He admitted in a rather shy manner.

A questioned popped into your mind, “The Abbot knows you are Fey. How did he know? The marks?”

“Soran?” He guessed.

If the Reaper was indeed working with the Abbot, it would come as no shock that he had spoken of any suspicions to him “It’s possible. He must suspect something. Unlike the Church, the Reaper wants to use the Fey for their power instead of just wiping them of the map. No Fey should ever end up in his hands.”

The Monk stepped towards you. “Therefor we must find shelter where they cannot find us. A place where you can rest.”

You sensed where this was heading again. “I’ll live.”

By the look in his eyes, he doubted it. “You are bleeding and wounded.”

The nasty cut Soran had made on your hand, that bruise on your cheek, and the wounds on your back from the lashes. And on top of that you had used your energy to heal him. He believed the only thing that kept you on your feet now was the fact that you wanted to protect and look after the boy.

He was trying to convince you of the idea, “If you want to survive and stay with the boy, that dungeon is the safest place to regain your strength.”

Squirrel chimed in and came to your side, “Maybe he’s right.”

You looked down at the boy, who was starting to look rather tired. “Alright… fine then…”

Still, you hated to return to that wretched place, it would only bring back terrible memories.

You walked past the Monk and towards your horse, he’d better remember well where the place was, because you didn’t.

The Monk felt the eyes of the boy on him and looked down.

It puzzled the boy why you were so cold to him. “She is very angry with you.”

He knew not what to say…

A nod was all he could give the boy in reply to that, while seeing you make sure that the sword you had stolen was still safe on the saddle.

The Monk helped Squirrel up on his horse and took the flask with water from Goliath’s saddle bag.

You saw him approach and sighed, keeping your eyes on the saddle.

He still went ahead and held the flask under your nose.

Well, you were thirsty, so you took it out of his hand. “Still feigning kindness to keep me pliable I see.”

Then he made the mistake of trying to explain himself for all that had happened, “I only followed the orders I was given.”

Your thirst was gone in a second as you fought off the rage the claim had caused inside.

You smacked the flask against his chest and saw him struggle to catch it before it could fall.

Not even an apology for all he had made you go through? Even if it was true that he had only followed orders and did was he was taught was right, it still did not make it right.

When you tried to move past him to your horse, he made the mistake of taking hold of your arm.

“Don’t touch me!” Your voice rose quick, and you ripped your arm free.

He recoiled like you were about to physically hit him.

There was a moment where you held back all the things you wanted to spit in his face for what he had made you go through.

It was like he knew that the only reason you were holding back was because of Squirrel being present.

He took a step back, letting you pass.

A short uncomfortable silence passed between you whilst you calmed down.

You mounted your horse and steered it away from him, breaking the silence, “Do you believe we will get there before dark?”

He did not fail to hear the cold tone. “I believe so, yes.”

The Monk returned to his horse and mounted as well, poor Squirrel looked like he would fall asleep. “I-”

You didn’t want to look at him. “Lead the way.”

The horse turned around and walked in a normal pace, you followed them.

He knew then, that nothing he said to you could ever make up for what had been done.

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Beckett x reader - things of the past

Part one:

A/N: I’ve been working on this with the ever lovely @nyxiethesimp 💜

Looking at the murder board in front of you, you narrowed your eyes a little bit at the photo of the victim.

“How long has this been up?” You asked.

“A few days, you were on holiday.” Ryan said.

You slowly nodded your head, leaning back against his desk.

“Don’t tell me you solved it already.” Esposito grumbled.

You laughed a little, shaking your head.

“No, but you are missing some things. Your vic is a monk.”

“How can you tell?” Esposito asked.

“Come on, look at how he’s dressed. Robes? No ID, no bag, no money? Those markings, tattoos. Your guy is a monk.”

“Seriously you walk in and you can tell all that?” Castke asked.

“This is why I’ve missed you.”

You laughed, opening your arms so Beckett could give you a quick hug and you smiled at her as she pulled away.

“You know all about this kind of stuff, can you help me identify any of this stuff?”

Beckett handed you a few photos and you began to go through them.

“Children’s toys, to teach them how to focus.”

You handed her a few photos and focused on one of the other ones.

You traced your fingers along the patterns of the discarded wooden bracelet.

“It’s a tribe symbol, the symbol of a nation, its old, looks like it was passed down throughout centuries.”

“Tribe? Nation?” Castle asked.

You handed it back to Beckett.

“Sorry, I can’t help you there I don’t know much about it there isn’t much research or anything like that going that far.”

Beckett nodded her head, writing down everything that you had said on the board.

You brought a hand to your stomach, holding it there for a second before you pulled it away.

“It makes no sense, monks are peaceful people, they cause no trouble and have no business being in the city.”

“Well, there was something else.” Ryan said.

You turned to him and he handed you an evidence bag, showing a letting written in a very old language.

“We can’t read it, actually since you’re here maybe you can?” Beckett asked.

“Yeah, you specialise in languages and ancient artefacts. Maybe it’s a language you’re familiar with?” Esposito asked you.

Walking over to your desk, you set the bag down, smoothing it over so you could get a better view of it all.

You took a few moments over to make sure you were reading it right.

“What does it say? A note to the murderer? A confession?” Castle asked.

Laughing slightly, you shook your head.

“No, he was looking for somebody. It’s a missing poster Castle, a teenager, went missing around 15 to 20 years ago. Doesn’t have a name, but says they need to find where this teenager went or what happened to them.”

Beckett walked over, pointing to the large bold writing at the top.

“What does this say?” She asked.

You shook your head slightly.

“I’m not sure, I’m not familiar with the word.”

Beckett sighed slightly.

“Thanks anyways, it was worth a shot.”

You have her an apologetic smile, handing back over to her as you sat down at your desk.

“If there’s anything else I’m happy to help.” You said.

You went to playing catch up on some work you had missed, but you couldn’t help but occasionally look at the photo of the monk.

Every so often you would look at him, and you would feel dread well up inside of you.

Turning back to your work, you began to go through the photos of the toys Beckett had left on your desk for you to look through.

Furrowing your brows, you carefully looked at them knowing what each one was for.

What didn’t make sense to you was why the monk was carrying with him.

Getting up, you headed to the morgue to go and see Laine.

Walking in, you took a small breath.

“Hey Laine? Can I ask a favour?” You asked.

“Yeah of course.”

You smiled a bit, walking over to her.

“That case that Beckett is investigating, do you have the report for it still?”

“Absolutely do you need it?”

You slowly nodded your head.

“Sure thing, what’s this about.”

“Well, some things aren’t adding up to me, so I want to see if there’s anything that can help me explain them. What can you tell me about the body?”

Laine began to tell you everything she found, and you carefully listened.

“What I don’t understand is the cause of death. (Y/N) it was like a bolt of lightening went right through this man, killed him instantly, but the heat cleared all the vessels and everything so he didn’t even bleed out. And at this angle, and fact his was covered in dirt the only solution is murder.”

You nearly dropped the clip board in your hand, and you set it down.

“(Y/N)?”

“Do you have a photo of the cause of death?”

“Yeah, here.”

She showed you it and you only had to glance over it once to see what it was and you handed it back to her.

“Thanks Laine.”

“Is everything alright?”

You gave her a smile, nodding your head.

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

You left the morgue, and you sat on a bench outside, taking a deep, shaky breath.

Looking at your trembling hands, you took another deep breath before you stood up.

You decided to put some distance between you and the case, and you headed home.

Sitting on the mat in the far corner of the room, you placed your hands on your laps, trying to organise your thoughts.

You spent a few hours like that, and you just couldn’t focus on calming yourself.

Getting up, you changed into some sweatpants, a vest top, and a jacket before leaving your apartment again.

You needed answers, because you were praying what you were thinking about wasn’t true.

Getting into a cab, you went to the one place you knew where to go, and you began your slow journey to the place you hadn’t been in years.

You knew something was wrong.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Your heart was racing in your chest, and your breath getting quicker and shakier the closer you got to your destination.

Standing a few steps away, you stared at your feet, unable to bring yourself to look up.

“(Y/N)?” Esposito asked.

Your eyes widened, because there was only going to be one reason why he was here