#one day he'll get a bio of his own

[fulloflambing]

࣪ . ִֶָ๋ KINICH: boyfriend headcanons ♡

pairing: kinich x gn!reader/you banner artist: @/Lion_2929 on twitter/x !! warnings: some hcs apply to canon!au and some in modern!au, nothing all sappy cutie stuff cho's note: triple posting tonight cause i miss him dearly:( this is just yap centered about kinich. might make an nsfw version .. also feel free to tell me other characters you guys want to see wtih this! happy reads :)

his nicknames for you would definitely be: baby, love, princess/prince, angel, pretty/handsome

kinich's love language would definitely be acts of service, and subtle physical touch.

often writes and leaves you love letters, to make up for his struggle in giving you verbal affections :)

big homebody. if he could, he just wants to stay at home with you cuddling, and taking care of the house with you forever ㅠㅠ.

possessive to a certain degree. like he likes to stand behind you when your talking to someone he doesnt know or like until you introduce him or end your conversation

a very composed and gentleman most of the time, but deep inside just wants to be babied by you

when your crying, he would definitely gently cup your face and kiss your eyes and tears away while whispering comforting words to your skin (will write about this. stay tuned hihi)

his kisses are very delicate, but likes to give plenty!!

his favorite spots to kiss you on is your lips, cheek, temples, and hands

finds mundane but spontaneous trips/errands fun! like he'll randomly wake you up at 2am and invite you to drink a quick slushie in 7/11

more of a listener than a speaker

since he's quiet a lot of the time, hes also super observant.

really likes it when you ask for his help or opinion on something

has you keep a vase of flowers he's given you at home, and when he notices that they are slowly withering he'll immediately buy you a new bouquet to replace them with!

ipad kid. he definitely wants to watch 1 hour long documentaries on youtube with you while the both of you eat together

gets jealous easily. you'll know when he suddenly falls quiet during a public setting, or hes suddenly showing more pda

wears a chained necklace with a pendant on him at all times, but usually hidden underneath his shirt. the pendant has a picture of you in it, and he kisses the pendant for goodluck during sports tournaments, busy days, or any other morning!

loves to match discreet accessories/items with you! like matching keychains, shoes, social media bios, or even matching plushies

during arguments, he's the type of person who wants to have their own space for awhile. but! he won't overstay his leave, and he'll tell you when he's going to be okay and when you both can talk it out properly.

will never make you think he hates you or hes planning to break up with you because of a fight. even during misunderstandings, you'll know he still loves you with the way he stays consistent on the way he treats you

loves to get coffee/drinks with you ^^ one of his favorite pass times to do with you

definitely a gamer, and he'll try and teach you how to play his favorite games. if your a gamer, hes more into fighting other people with you than trying to win against you

has trouble being emotionally open to you, but he tries his best

the type to want to isolate and resolve his personal problems on his own, so it means a lot to him if you check up on him

prefers crafting, making and building personalized gifts for you over being you expensive ones (wouldnt deny you if you asked for something expensive! just likes everything made just for you ^^)

when hes busy out, he updates you on the phone with a picture or video and a simple caption. prefers that rather than long text messages

when he has bad days, he likes to come home and just hug you infront of the door for awhile to remind him your still there for him and thats what matters

overall, the type of boyfriend that shows his overwhelming love for you in small, mundane ways.

[peachesnpears95]

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-WARNING ANGST INCOMING!-

I had an idea for a Lego Monkie Kid AU that basically involves Shadowpeach being MK's parents. I was inspired by @kyri45 's bio parents AU.

But a little more angsty and suspenseful? Maybe?

Honestly, I don't know if I can match or even rival the amazing writing of kyri45. Heck, I don't even know if I'll be able to write it all down or make a comic of it. I hope so, but we'll see. If I don't ever write it down in full or make a comic out of it, I'll definitely summarize the entire thing one day.  

For now, I'm only giving the premise and writing down the start of the Au. If I do write it down in full or make a comic, expect some of the dialogue to be changed because I don't think anyone wants a dialogue heavy wall of text in a fic or comic.  

Anyways here's the run down! 

So, this is an AU where the cycle didn't end with starting anew in either scenario. I'm thinking either MK's sacrifice actually prevented the cycle from starting anew, or MK coming back with the stones and breaking them with his friends stopped the cycle from starting anew but MK still didn't survive either way.  

I'm not sure which one I want to do. Where MK's sacrifice keeps the cycle from starting all over and the last they all saw of MK is when he left them behind. Or MK came back but ended up dying in front of them after using so much of his powers with the stone and with healing the pillar of Heaven.  

I'm not sure which is more angsty, MK sacrificing himself and the others not getting to say goodbye. Or MK coming back and everyone thinking it's going to be okay and that they've won.

Only for MK to collapse and tell them that he's finished his path. He chose it and he's finished it. And everyone gets to say goodbye to MK, and MK says goodbye to them and passes away peacefully in Wukong's arms. 

However, in both instances MK dies.

Either from the initial sacrifice or because even though he removed himself from the pillar, just using the powers of the stones and restoring the pillar ended up being too much for MK and he dies. 

But anyway, I don't know what I will go with. I might make a poll. So, let's get down to business here! The whole premise of this AU is after MK's sacrifice, sometime later. 

It begins with everyone slowly getting back to their day to day lives, without MK. They're all finding ways to cope with the loss of MK and trying to live their lives to the fullest and protect the world without MK. This proves difficult to do, because Sun Wukong is just so utterly depressed.

The death of MK left a wound in his heart that just won't mend. He barely leaves his hut on Flower Fruit Mountain. Wukong has just stopped taking care of himself. He doesn't sleep, he doesn't drink, he doesn't even eat. Not even his favorite: peaches. 

Wukong basically just lies around almost all day. His body might be there, but his mind is somewhere else. All too focused on knowing he FAILED MK. That he lost MK. That it is his fault. He lost his precious little boy. 

Wukong lost MK, who he had come to view as a son. MK is gone and Wukong doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. He's just... numb, mostly.

Of course everyone has tried to help Wukong, and they've made some progress, but it's infinitesimal (meaning small) at best and he ends up relapsing shortly after. Sometimes he'll be able to smile, or eat, or drink, or take care of himself- but for the most part Wukong is just down and out.  

Unable to cope with the loss of MK. 

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During all this, everyone else is coping in their own ways. Mostly they've found their own method of getting through each day. Some days are harder than others, but none of them are nearly as bad as Wukong.  

They've all done their best trying to help Wukong, but they're not sure what to do anymore. Especially when Wukong is starting to rebuff their attempts as time goes on. 

Wukong is just so emotionally and mentally gone, it's like he's put up a barrier of ice around him. Everyone wants to continue to try to help Wukong cope, but they all have responsibilities to attend to and they need to keep the world safe. They can't always be hovering around Wukong. 

Macaque seems like the best candidate to keep an eye on Wukong when the others can't. Being Wukong's former best friend, who probably knows him better than any of the others, is assigned to keep watch over Wukong to make sure he doesn't just wander off somewhere never to be seen or heard from again.  

Macaque has never seen Wukong so devastated before and honestly it really unnerves him. Because Wukong seems so defeated, like he's not going to bounce back from this. It terrifies Macaque, because he's never once known Wukong to just lie down and admit defeat.

Macaque does his best to watch over and tend to Wukong, but it's not easy work. Wukong seems to try and sabotage Macaque's efforts at every turn. He doesn't want to listen, he ignores Macaque, sometimes he yells at him to go away. He insults Macaque, he tells him that he doesn't want his help and never has needed it, and that he should just leave him alone and not come back. That he doesn't want Macaque around and he wishes that Macaque would have just stayed gone.  

Of course, Wukong doesn't mean any of this, he's just grieving heavily. Wukong merely doesn't want Macaque to waste his second lease on life taking care of him. When Macaque could be out there living his own life, free and no longer the shadow of the great Sun Wukong.

He also doesn't want to get close to Macaque again, because he knows that if he does, when Macaque eventually dies... it will just hurt all over again. Wukong doesn't want to experience the pain that comes with the death of someone he cares about again.  

Wukong already felt that pain with Macaque centuries ago, and then he felt it once more due to losing MK. So now he's trying to distance himself from everyone as well as Macaque, so he doesn't have to feel the pain again.  

Wukong figures if he distances himself now, if he pulls away, in time he will slowly feel less and less for the others and for Macaque. So that when they all die, it won't hurt nearly as much.

Knowing he is going to outlive them all and probably have to wait a long time to see them again... it's too much for Wukong to handle.

 

Wukong can't do it again. He can't go through the pain of death taking everyone he knows and loves away from him. So, he tries so hard to remove himself from their lives.  

Even if it means being harsh and pushing them away. 

Macaque tries not to take any of it to heart but damn it... it still hurts. Wukong doesn't make it easy for Macaque to care for him. And sometimes Macaque is ready to just call it quits- and throw in the towel but every time he just looks at Wukong and sees how dejected and destroyed Wukong is... 

He can't. 

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This goes on for a while, until one day it all comes to a head and Wukong says something that crosses a line.  

And Macaque is like- "FINE! If you want me to disappear so badly from your life, then I will! I'll just go ahead and die again, and you'll never have to see me again!"

And then he stalks off, trying to ignore Wukong's desperate pleas for him to come back, that he didn't mean it. Macaque hesitates for a few seconds because he hears Wukong's voice crack, and he sounds like he's crying. And he keeps calling out for Mac to come back. 

He hears Wukong struggling to keep up with him. Wukong is so emotionally compromised and panicked that he's having a hard time keeping up with Mac. 

Macaque finally gets far enough away that he can open a shadow portal and get away from Wukong without Wukong being able to drag him back out of it or follow him.  

Just before Mac steps through the portal he hears Wukong again. 

It's been such a long time... Macaque can't even remember the last time he's heard it, but he knows it's been a long, long time. 

What he heard Wukong say was - "Don't go! Please stay. Please don't go, I'm sorry. Please bud... please, Plum."  

Macaque glances hesitantly and reluctantly over his shoulder and he wishes he hadn't. Because Wukong is on his hands and knees, looking at him like he'll die without him. It's almost enough to make Mac stay, but he just can't deal with it right now. 

Because how DARE Wukong call him by that name after so long. Especially after Wukong has been trying his damnedest to push Mac away this entire time. Who does Wukong think he is, how does he feel like he has ANY right to ask Mac to stay after all that? 

So, Macaque just says in a soft voice- "Yeah I'm sorry too, bud... I... I'm sorry... I can't, Peach."  

And then he leaps into the shadow portal leaving Wukong all alone. Mac doesn't stay gone for too long though, he eventually goes back a few hours later... 

Only to find that Wukong isn't anywhere on Flower Fruit Mountain. 

And all Hellfire and Brimstone breaks loose, and everyone is so mad at Macaque for leaving Wukong alone.  

And he's like- "I know! I know I'm sorry! I'm an idiot!" 

And thus begins their frantic search to find Wukong. 

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Hours later Macaque finally has an epiphany, and he feels like he KNOWS where Wukong is. It's the only place he could have gone to if he didn't want anyone else BUT Mac to find him. 

The ruins of Mount Wuxing.

That damn prison built for holding Wukong for hundreds of years.

Macaque steels himself, makes a quick pitstop back at Flower Fruit Mountain for something and teleports there through his shadow portal.  

And as he suspected, he finds Wukong there amidst the ruins of the mountain. Curled up in front of the ruined pillar and the chains that once imprisoned him. 

Macaque goes up to him and sits down and places a hand on Wukong's shoulder, takes a deep breath and hopes that this time his offering would be better received this time around, and not even up like last time he tried this.

"Hey, bud... I got you a little something." 

Macaque holds up the preach and presents it to Wukong. For a few seconds Wukong doesn't say anything, he just looks up at Mac and then the peach. 

Then Wukong sniffles and gives Mac a little smile. 

"What? For me? You're not serious, that wholleee peach is for me? Bud, you shouldn't have."  

This time there's no passive aggression, no sarcasm, just a weak attempt to lighten the mood. It's sincere, rough, raw and pained. It's genuine.  

"Quit it, just eat your dang peach." Mac says and shoves it into Wukong's mouth. "You must be starving." 

"You're a peach!" Wukong replies around the mouthful of peach and then he eats it up. Then he looks up at Macaque and says: "I miss him... I miss the Kid, Macaque. I miss him so much." 

"I know... come here, bud." Macaque holds out his hand and this time there's no 9-Headed Snake Demon to get in the way. Wukong reaches back and Macaque pulls him into a sit and is startled when Wukong just outright collapses against him to cry.  

Macaque sits there awkwardly not knowing what to do, other than pat his back and say, "Uhhh there, there? Let it out." 

Because he's never had to deal with Wukong being this vulnerable before. Mac is totally out of his element, he really doesn't know what he should be doing in this situation. But then there's a voice in his mind that tells him something that feels right. 

Macaque figures he has nothing to lose. So, he wraps his arms around Wukong and just holds him while Wukong is able to properly grieve for MK. To his surprise, again, Wukong reciprocates the hug.  

"I'm sorry Macaque, I don't want you to go, please ... I didn't mean it, any of it." Wukong admits, voice rough and ragged from the crying.

 

"I know." Macaque whispers, as he tightens his hug on Wukong. He can feel the faintest brush of Wukong's tail tip across his own. He curls his tail in response and catches Wukong's tail tip in his own.  

He tightly and firmly holds Wukong's tail, wishing that they could stay just like this forever. But that was a selfish thought, and he couldn't be acting like that when Wukong was so vulnerable. He knew that this tentative moment between them would come to an end, and they would be right back to almost biting one another's heads off. But that would be fine, because as long as Wukong has the energy to argue with him, it means that there was hope to get him back to his feet still. 

It's been such a long, long time since they've done this... since either of them have intertwined tails, and Macaque thinks maybe he's made a mistake. Because at first Wukong stiffens, and Macaque is convinced that Wukong will tear his tail away from the hold. But then Wukong relaxes and instead curls his tail around Macaque's in return.  

"I... I really did, you know?" Wukong says after a few seconds of silence. 

"Did what?"  

"I really did want that peach you brought to me back then. I was... I shouldn't have taken out my frustrations on you back then. I was in a bad place then... like I am now, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you then l, and I shouldn't be taking it on you now."  

"I know you did." Macaque huffs a breathy laugh... there's no humor to it, not really, just something adjacent to contentment. "Saw it when we were in the scroll. Also, it's... I wouldn't say it's okay- but I understand. You're hurting Wukong... grief isn't just sadness... it's rage too."  

Macaque tentatively holds Wukong closer and feels relief wash over him when his former best friend didn't resist. He doesn't know if he'll ever get to hold Wukong like this again, before they go back to bickering and avoiding one another like the plague as they always seemed to do now- so he had to make this moment last as long as he could.  

"I should know. I... I grieved over you. Even though you weren't dead... you might as well have been. The old you that I knew was gone, Wukong and I was left behind." Macaque admitted, with a deep and measured breath. He wasn't able to look Wukong in the face, so instead he opted to look down at their tails. 

Macaque wrapped his tail more around Wukong's and his heart skipped a beat when Wukong returned the gesture and curled more of his tail around his in response.  

"I was hurt and angry at you..." Macaque continued, when Wukong didn't say anything. "I was also angry at myself for giving you that power over me... mostly I was ANGRY at you for a very long time."  

There was a brief beat of silence, before Wukong asked between soft sniffles, "Are you still angry?" 

"Yes." Macaque spoke and he intended to mean it too, but he found himself in the depths of doubt. His voice betrayed him by quivering, his resolve starting to shatter.  

"Maybe...? No. I... what good has me being angry at you ever done for me? Aside from putting me six feet under?" He shouldn't laugh, it's not appropriate, but he lets it slip anyway and snorts.  

Wukong sucks in a sharp, deep breath and pointedly says: "Stop... don't joke about that. Macaque I... I killed you. That's not something you should laugh at." His tail tightens around Macaque's as if silently daring him to say that again. "Don't say that please, just... not after everything. Just don't."  

"Sorry. Thought it had been long enough that we could joke about it." Macaque mutters more to himself than to Wukong, but he falls silent all the same and just looks up to the stars above them. "Too soon, huh?"  

Wukong said nothing to that, instead he shifted the topic of discussion back around to MK. 

"I just miss MK, I miss the Kid so much, Macaque. I... I failed to protect him. It's all my fault that MK's gone. I... I should have done better, should have BEEN better. You were right. I needed to be better, and I didn't... I thought I had time to-" Wukong feels like he's choking on each word, they strain harshly and unforgivingly against his vocal cords. Each attempt to speak is like a blade cleaving itself into his chest, cutting deep down into his lungs, all while some prick is twisting the handle.  

That is to say he feels like he's suffocating and for an immortal being as himself, it should be downright dreadful. However, for the first time in his immortal life he wasn't terrified of death. 

No, he was terrified of NOT being able to die. Because he was going to outlive every single one of his mortal friends and they would leave him behind again. This included Macaque and Wukong's stomach twisted into gnarly knots and he felt like he was about to spew up peach pulp and juice everywhere.  

"I thought I had so much more time with him. I... don't know why. The lives of mortals are so short... and I've lived for so long and... I don't know. MK seemed special, like he just..."  

"Like he just couldn't die?" Macaque finishes for Wukong, because he sounds like he's about to break into thousands of pieces if he keeps trying to explain further. 

"Yeah... he just... I know I called him Kid all the time, but sometimes I forgot he actually was one. At least compared to me, he really was just a kid and not nearly as immortal. He just... he always got back up and kept on going, like nothing could stop him. I guess I thought that... I-" Wukong's voice breaks off at the spearhead of a sob and he buries his face into Macaque's shoulder. 

"I don't know what I thought... I just... I thought... I thought that we had more time than that. I didn't think he would... never believed that I would lose him so fast. I didn't even know him for that long and I got him killed, Macaque! I got him killed just like I got you killed. I didn't kill him by my own hands, but I may as well have. I just keep hurting the people I love, Macaque." 

Wukong begins to tremor harshly in Macaque's hold as he tries to keep burning and bitter tears at bay, but Macaque can feel the dampness starting to build up where Wukong's face was pressed against him. He was doing a pretty poor job of keeping the tears in, though not like Macaque could blame him. 

His poor sweet Sun. His light and dimmed so, and there wasn't anything he could do about it... 

Or... was there? 

"Over and over again, they keep reaching into my cage and they keep getting bit. I... I can't do this anymore. I can't keep hurting the others or... I just can't keep doing it anymore, Plum. It's no wonder I keep ending up back in a cage, it's where I belong. I... should just stay here. I never should have left this damn mountain! I shouldn't have been let out of my cage-" 

"Wukong..." Macaque murmurs, uncharacteristically soft and sympathetic, as he hides his face against the fluffy fur of Wukong's forehead. "Don't fight it, it will only make it worse. It's okay bud, I got you. I got you."  

Macaque didn't know for how long he sat there with Wukong. He didn't know how long it took until Wukong burned himself out on his grief. Didn't know just how long until Wukong sobbed out his sorrows and put himself into an uneasy slumber.  

What Macaque did know, was that when he brought Wukong back to Flower Fruit Mountain and tucked him into bed, he took a trek up to the top of the mountain and found it. 

THE STONE.  

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Macaque thought he couldn't do anything to bring back the light to his Sun, but it only took him a moment to figure it all out.

 

Of course there was something he could do. 

Bringing the Kid back is what he could damn well do. 

"Here goes everything." Macaque whispers to himself, a solemn sense of resignation cutting through the undercurrent of his voice. As he came face to face with destiny and fate. He knew exactly what he was doing the second he came up here to look for the stone. 

That very same stone that Nüwa had sculpted both Sun Wukong and MK out of. It was impossibly small now and mostly in shambles. Hardly the perfect rock to do this with, but Macaque didn't let that stop him. Surely where there was a will, there was a way. 

And Macaque was if anything, very stubborn, and his will to see things through couldn't be so easily deterred by a crumbling stone. Macaque didn't know how long it took, but he knew the sun was rising by the time he was finished. There, cradled in the palms of his hand, he held the stone that he had molded into the shape of a monkey that looked identical to MK.  

Macaque then found another stone and carved that into an altar of sorts so that he could place the considerably smaller and made of stone twin of MK on the altar.  

Macaque steps back and then turns to face the rising sun, and he can't help but smile softly as he calls out: 

"Nüwa if you're listening... I would like to ask a favor. You brought MK into this world, right? Then you can bring him back too, yeah? I know I shouldn't ask anything, especially since I cheated death but... if I make a deal and offer my life for the Kid's own... will you bring him back?" 

Yes, in order for his Sun to shine bright again, Macaque would give everything he was to that end. He would bring MK back, if it was the last thing he would ever fucking do.  

The warmth of the sun in the sky against his fur feels different, somehow. Like he's just been reborn, even though he's calling out to Nüwa to offer his stolen life in exchange for MK's. If Nüwa answered the call to his deal, then he wasn't going to be long for this world, but that was fine... 

"Destiny can have me. This world needs Sun Wukong and MK more than it ever needed me. I should have just stayed buried. I lived my life already, and MK only just barely begun to live his. He had his whole life ahead of him, and he STILL should, so... if you're listening, do we have a deal?"  

Suddenly the sun burned so bright that Macaque jumped back and rose his arms up to block it out, but then it dimmed just as quickly and then he heard an ethereal voice: 

"You would willingly offer your life freely in exchange for the child's?"

Macaque knew who it was before he let his arms fall away from his face. "I would, Nüwa."

He found himself standing not on Flower Fruit Mountain's peak, but somewhere else entirely. He wasn't certain where, but it felt like another realm. It was white as far as the eye could see, and the only two beings that occupied the space were himself and the Goddess Nüwa.  

He looked up at her and locked his fiery gaze with her unreadable one. He can only hope that he'll be able to convince her. Bargaining with a Celestial being was a tricky monkey business, Sun Wukong had taught him that much, after all.  

"I shouldn't even be alive right now; the Lady Bone Demon brought me back from the brink and took a life so I could live again. The life I live now is a stolen one, and it's selfish I should live like this while an innocent kid like MK doesn't get to live. I know it's selfish of me to give this stolen life away to MK, when it shouldn't be mine to give but-" 

Nüwa raised a hand to gesture that it was her turn to speak. 

"Be at ease my child, there is no need to beg this of me. I am not so cruel as to turn one of my children away from me. You were not created by myself, but merely you are a byproduct of my creation. Therefore, you are a child to me all the same. I would not just turn a blind eye without hearing you out." 

Nüwa circled around him and then reached out to gently place her hand over his head and gave him some placating head pats. 

"So, you would truly give up your own life for the Harbinger?" 

"His NAME is MK." Macaque couldn't help it when a warning growl kicked up deep in his throat as he gently swatted at Nüwa's hand and ducked away. He shuffled back and smoothed out his fur. "And yes, I would give up my own life." 

"Why." Nüwa asked, tilting her head, her expression giving Macaque no clear indication on how this little negotiation would go. Her question was less of a question and more like a statement. "You need not beg, but what compels you to make such a choice?" 

"Because I love them. I love Sun Wukong, even after everything and I love that damn Kid. MK is like a son to me, but more so... he'll always be more of a son to Sun Wukong than he ever will be to me. MK already has Wukong waiting for him and Wukong will have MK back." Macaque stated without any hint of hesitation on his part. He was completely and utterly locked into this conviction.  

"They will have each other... they didn't need me before I came into their lives, and they don't need me now. It's not like they would even miss me or wait for me, well maybe they would a little, but they will get over it in time. They would think I just upped and left, ran away back to the shadows like I always do. They wouldn't give me too much of a second thought, they wouldn't wait and wonder why I never came back." 

Macaque clenches his fists tightly and his tail twitches to and fro, and he can feel the way that his heart begins to bleed with each new beat. It hurts, it hurts so much, but it only hurts because it's the truth.  

Isn't it? 

Sun Wukong and MK needed one another more than they'd ever needed him. At least they loved one another as family's do.  

Macaque wasn't part of that.  

He wasn't family. 

He wasn't even friends yet with any of them, and he definitely wasn't friends with Wukong. He wasn't anything to Wukong and he was certain that he would never be again. He doesn't see how they can ever overcome the distance between them, even the Universe seemed to be against their reconciliation. 

Maybe Macaque was a long time ago. Maybe he was Wukong's best bud and family once upon a time and decades ago... but those days were long over. 

Macaque knew where he stood with Wukong and had stood with him for a long time. They weren't friends and they certainly weren't family, no. 

Not anymore. 

Those days were long over, and Macaque didn't believe he and Wukong would ever be that close ever again. 

Especially since he was well aware of how Wukong thought of him. 

"GAH! I hate that guy so much!" 

Those bitter and biting words were replayed over and over and echoed endlessly in his six ears. He hadn't physically been there when they were said, but he caught the tail end of it after he had closed his portal, his six ears picking up on them.  

"Hell, Wukong already said it best. He hates me... and even if he said he didn't mean it, and that he didn't mean to tell me that he didn't want me around ... there's some truth to it. Wukong has never needed me... not like I needed him. It's selfish of me to hold onto this life when I can use it to bring back the Kid. Someone that Sun Wukong loves more than anything, someone that Sun Wukong loves far more than me, which is he actually loves the Kid, he sees him like his son. We both know I should have just stayed buried. So... I won't ask this again, do we HAVE a deal or not?"  

Nüwa's gaze softens and for a moment Macaque can see something similar to sympathy in her eyes. She gives him a soft smile, so warm that it rivals the sun itself. She kneels down, or whatever the serpentine equivalent of kneeling down is, and she gently places her hand against Macaque's cheek.  

"Love... I see..." Nüwa gazes deeply into his eyes for several seconds, and Macaque feels like she can see right into his stolen soul. He shivers as she pulls away and rises back up to tower above him.  

"Be still my child, and wait here." Nüwa slowly turned around and slithers off into the white. For several minutes Macaque is left in the suffocating silence as he waits for the Goddess to resurface from the misty void. 

Somehow it felt like he was waiting forever, rather than just a few minutes. The moment he saw her breach the white he saw HIM.

 

He was a tiny little thing in her gigantic Goddess hands. No bigger than a peach, or perhaps even a plum. 

There MK was. No longer a human, but a monkey. His fur was a mix between orange and black, and the darkened patch of fur that made up his mask on his face was mostly smooth, but there were some stray spiky strands on the outer edges. His tiny little tail tip hung off the edge of Nüwa's hands as she lowered the newly reborn MK down towards Macaque. 

Macaque's eyes widened and his golden pupils shifted into pinpricks, he felt as if his lower jaw went slack, as his hands moved without his body or mind communicating together. He raised his hands up to meet Nüwa's as she gently bestowed the new miracle monkey in the form of MK into the palms of his hands.  

Macaque didn't know when he started to cry, but he could feel the fur of his cheeks dampen rapidly. 

"He's... he's so small." Macaque spoke so softly that he hardly heard himself over his wonder, as he marveled at the sleeping miracle in his hands. "He's... he's a baby." He finally managed to conclude as he looked up from MK and to Nüwa. "Is... Is he going to stay this way for long?" 

"For a while, yes. He will remain as a baby for the first months, but he will rapidly grow in the next few years. I would wager that it will take no more than five years for him to return to how old he was when he passed on." Nüwa explained as she turned towards the white void and then turned her palm in its direction.

She recited an incantation under her breath, mostly hisses and hums (not so much words) and a rift began to tear itself into the white void. 

Macaque held the sleeping MK close to his chest as the rift in the void grew longer and wider. It took him a second to realize the dark blue of the night sky, the white of the stars, and the peak of Flower Fruit Mountain seeping in from the opening. Wait that couldn't be right.  

Hadn't it been morning just moments ago? 

Macaque wanted to question it, but there was a more pressing and urgent question on his mind, and he had to know before he gave his stolen life to MK. 

"Wait, will the Kid remember? Will he remember his previous life, will he remember Pigsy, Tang, Sandy, Mo and Mei? Will he remember Wukong?!" 

"Memories are a fickle thing, my child." Nüwa stated firmly, though not unkind.

"Even I cannot see if he shall remember. Though if I were to predict the probability, I believe that it would be up to all of you to help him to do, if he will remember at all it will be through all of you." She tore the rift open up just enough that it seemed to Macaque that he could walk on through with MK. 

However, Macaque damn well knew he wasn't just walking out of here. He was merely going to leave MK on the altar just besides the newly cracked open stone. The same stone that Macaque had shaped and morphed into a miniature twin of MK.  

It was open up like a geode, glistening and glittering in the light of a newborn moon.  

"Right, I'll just take MK and place him through the rift." Macaque replies, feeling his throat tightening, as though it was threatening to close up on him and starve his stolen soul of light and life right here and now. Though he felt a flash flood of momentary fear, it would not rend his resolve into ruins.

This was the right thing to do.

"Just because it's hard, doesn't mean it's not right."

Macaque hears a soft whimpering cry, and he looks down to see MK stirring. The little miracle in the palms of his hands shivers, then sneezes softly, and then MK's eyes open. MK blinks and tilts his head as he looks up at Macaque with wide-eyed wonder. Macaque wonders if he's starting down at MK with an equal amount of wide-eyed wonder or maybe even more? 

"Eh?" MK makes a confused noise and then without any warning begins to shriek out in the most Heaven shattering way that Macaque has ever had the displeasure of hearing.  

Heavens this was MK alright. 

Oh, great Gods and Goddesses he was perfect. 

"Whoa, whoa, ow! MK, hey bud! Hey, hey! It's okay! I got you; I got you; I got you, MK." Macaque wheezes out, trying to ignore the ringing in all six of his now (he was sure) bleeding ears. 

"Shhhh it's... It's okay. I know you were probably expecting the Monkey King, huh? Sorry that you only got his shadow, bud. But hey, don't worry, you'll see him really soon, yeah? So please for the love of the Pillar of Heaven and my six ears, no more crying- kay?"  

Macaque gently rocked him back and forth, that's what people did with babies, right? He had seen the women at the mother and child stream so this for their crying infants before! 

Thank the Heavens because not even a second later MK began to quiet down, though he did stare up at Macaque through tear filled eyes, while he whimpered and hiccupped out shaky breaths.  

Macaque couldn't help it... he felt so warm and content in knowing that this was the only way MK could be reunited with his loved ones. 

Soon MK would be reunited with Wukong. 

"See, you're okay Kid. I know you're sad, maybe you miss Wukong that much- or maybe you're sad about me, mhn? But hey I'll be fine. I've already lived longer than I should have, Kid. It might seem unfair now, but... I promise this is the only way. The only way that you survive MK, is that if I don't."

Macaque's voice drifts away into the void surrounding them, barely even an echo as he lowers his face down and gently nuzzles his forehead against MK's own. 

"I don't know if you will ever remember this, but if you do... can you tell Wukong what happened. I know he won't care much that I'm gone, but like I don't want to just leave him without any closure. So, when you grow up... you tell him what happened here if you remember." 

He's out of time now, he knows he has to let MK go, but first he just needs to say these last words, his final words to someone. Even if it was to MK, and even if MK didn't remember these words, that was fine.  

At least he got to say it and also confess his true thoughts and feelings to someone, even if that someone was an adorable and fluffy little baby monkey in his hands.  

"You tell him that I left not because I wanted to... but because I needed to. So that you can be together and that... that I love him. Even if he doesn't love me. Tell him I love him and will always love him so much and that I'm sorry I had to leave like this. That I left without saying goodbye but if I said what I was planning that he would have tried to stop... just tell him, okay?"  

Macaque doesn't miss it when he starts tearing up this time, as he stands there and tremors. He hears his shaky breaths and his soft sobs, and he's blinking rapidly to avoid getting his tears all over MK's head. 

All the while MK is looking up at him with childlike innocence. That's when MK reaches up, making little chattering noises and at first, they're nothing of substance.

Just chittering and chattering coos, followed up by baby babbles. That is until MK's tiny little hands gently clap against Macaque's cheeks and there's no mistaking it, not with how purposefully MK's mouth moves. 

"Ma...ma?"  

Oh, Heaven strike Macaque down now, he's not going to survive... literally. He sucked in a sharp breath, but it doesn't do him any good, it boomerangs back up and out of his throat in the form of a wounded whimper. It's a mix of deepest sorrows and the most elevated of elations.  

"Oh I... I guess I kind of am, huh? I did remake your stone, and the moon is shining down on it out there. Right out there... waiting just for you. You know Wukong did always say that I was the Moon to his Sun... many lifetimes ago." Macaque steadied his breathing and slowly pulled his face up and away from MK's impossibly tiny hands.

 

"That's right... I'm your Mama, MK and Wukong is your Papa."  

"Ba...Ba?" MK repeats with a giggle so soft it could melt ancient glaciers in a frozen sea- and Macaque feels like his knees are going to give up on supporting him if he doesn't get the Kid out of here right now.  

"Eh close enough." Macaque snorts and rolls his eyes in fond amusement as he flashes MK a tired smile. 

"Come on let's get you back to your Baba. I only wish I could see what happens... I don't know if I can fully rest in peace if I never find out that your memories return or not." He begins towards the rift, but before he can kneel down and reach through the rift to place MK on the other side, Nüwa's hand comes down and blocks the rift. 

"I said he would need all of you to help him remember, did I not?" Nüwa's words sent Macaque through several loops as he felt his heart skip several beats as he realized the implications of her words. 

"My apologies my child, I did not realize that you did not consider yourself to be part of that very all. You may be allowed to go back and watch MK grow up. I am not so cruel as to deprive you of that."  

Ah... then that means Macaque would have a little more time left in the realm of the living- then. That's good, at least he could make damn certain and see to himself that MK did remember. Give or take five years, that's what Nüwa said. That is how long it would take the Kid to grow up back to the age he was before. Five years, five wonderful and blessed years he would have with Wukong and the Kid and the others. 

Macaque best make them count for all of Wukong's immortal years, then. He wanted to give Wukong, MK and the others memories of him that would last and stand the test of time. That way they could look back and smile whenever they thought about him... 

Macaque could only hope that they would. Wishes they would. Though they probably wouldn't. Not after all the danger he brought to them before. 

It would be the dream, though... wouldn't it? If he could slip away at the end of the five years knowing someone or a couple of someones loved him for once in his life. 

That he could die loved. 

"Thank you, Nüwa." Was all he could think to say. As he pulled MK closer to his chest, wanting to hold the Kid forever and not let him go. Macaque knew that he would have to hug the Kid many times to make up a lifetime of hugs so whenever he passed on five years from now MK wouldn't feel as if he was deprived of them. 

Macaque had his work cut out for him, but he didn't mind it. Not if it meant that he got to spend five more years with everyone. Especially if it meant that he would spend five more years with Wukong... 

Maybe in those five years... somewhere down the line... Wukong would learn to love Macaque like he did back then. Maybe even learn to love him even more than he had. 

Macaque can't remember what that felt like... he realizes. An ice-cold sensation swoops through him like a snowstorm- and he feels his entire body, heart and stolen soul ache.

He can't remember what Sun Wukong's love felt, didn't know what that warmth felt like anymore. Couldn't remember just how brightly that orb of love once burned, just how much that the sun had shimmered for him, Wukong's once beloved and precious moon.  

Macaque misses it so much and he can't even remember what it felt like. How was it possible to miss something so much, especially if he can't remember what it felt like, in order to miss it?  

"Mama!" MK's tiny voice cuts through Macaque's scattered thoughts and he's brought back to attention. He could feel himself falling down from an emotional high. If he wasn't so worried about dropping MK on his head, he would have let his knees buckle and accept his fate to land face first on the white floor.  

"Yeah, I know, I know you want to see your Baba, bud." Macaque nuzzles MK's forehead with his, and that earned him a little giddy giggle from MK as the little scamp squirmed in the palm of his hands. 

"Mama!"  

Macaque managed a small smile through the pain of it all and then turned his gaze to Nüwa. "Thank you so much, Nüwa. I know that it's nowhere near sufficient enough, but thank you."  

Nüwa shook her head and laughed so softly and elegantly it was more so a song than a laugh. Macaque swears her smile is still far warmer than the sun itself.  

"Here- why don't you have something to eat or drink before you leave, my child? You look like you could use a meal. You've not been taking care of yourself much while watching over your dear Sun, have you? You will need your strength to care for that little one, he's chaos itself, and I mean that in an endearing way. He is merely too wild to be contained, I had a feeling that not even death could keep him caged, turns out I was correct." 

Nüwa turns away and then with a flick of a wrist a large table appears in the middle of the white void, and on the table, food begins to appear. Macaque can't help but note the irony that all of the dishes are peach themed. He sees a cup on the table, and he has a feeling that the liquid inside of the cup must be peach flavored too.  

What the Hell, why not? Macaque wasn't going to lie to himself or the great Goddess Nüwa that he wasn't positively parched or that he wasn't simply starving.

Gods, he was such a hypocrite, getting onto Wukong's case for not eating or drinking, when in comparison Macaque needed to eat and drink more than Wukong did. Sure, Wukong still felt thirst and hunger, but he didn't need to drink or eat to survive.  

More or less Wukong did so to keep up his immortal energy and because he enjoyed it. It was a want more so for Wukong, than an absolute need. 

Macaque having a mortal body was not afforded such a luxury, he still has to eat and drink.  

Besides, refusing such a lovely gift from the Goddess of Creation herself would be downright blasphemy, and Macaque had already sinned lifetimes worth of sins by now. If he was going to die in five years, he had a lot of amends to make with the Heavens if he EVER hoped to see the realm of a relatively peaceful afterlife. 

Macaque had seen the other place and well he wasn't fixing to go back there anytime soon.  

Macaque could still feel how frozen down to the very core it made him, even now. Just thinking of that place, and thinking of the trauma it had left in the form of a dark stain on his soul- 

He shivers. 

"Wow, a whole feast for me? You shouldn't have, Goddess!" Macaque laughed, even though it was very much not a time he should do so. "You really know how to charm a monkey, Nüwa. Though I'm afraid I'm going to dock some points for improper lighting and a lack of romantic musical accompaniment."  

Nüwa merely continued to smile, though Macaque caught the faintest flash of exasperation flicker within her eyes, though she still regarded him with love as she did all of her creations or byproducts of said creations in Macaque's case. 

"Mhnnn you're right, the atmosphere is rather lackluster, I suppose I shall have to make up for it next time, then?" With a smile and a wink, she slithered her away slowly on over to the table and then gestured Macaque to follow her. 

"Yeah... it will be a date to die for, won't it?" Macaque whispers almost soundless, barely even a phantom of a noise.  

Macaque took one last glance back at the rift and then to Nüwa, then down at MK, who was busy playing catch his tail. He was grunting and babbling as he reached out and tried to grab his tiny tail with his equally tiny hands. Macaque sighed soft and fond, before he repositions MK and holds him underneath his behind, and up against his chest and shoulder.  

"Mama!" MK squeaked in joy as he nuzzled his face into Macaque's shoulder and grasped at the fabric of his sleeve and began to nibble and chew at it.  

Macaque patted him on his head and ruffled his spikey bangs until his fur was all wild and untamed, chaotic just like MK.  

"Today's a special day, kiddo! You're going to get to try peaches for the very first time, well in this lifetime, I guess. Shhhh, don't tell Wukong about this later, it will be our little secret. He would kill me if he found out I gave you peaches before he could, literally- huh. Wait Kid, do you even have tee-" 

Macaque's question was cut down before it finished, and it ended up morphing into a subdued shriek as it was proven MK had tiny teeth as they ripped a hole into the fabric of his sleeve and grazed into the fur and skin on his arm. 

"Yeowch... yup that answers THAT."  

Macaque didn't stay for long. He didn't want to overstay his welcome, he had already intruded long enough. In the end he opted to stay for no more than fifteen minutes, or maybe twenty? He sat there and stuffed his face with peach after peach, after peach dish, unable to restrain himself. 

Every last little bite of peaches he took made his mouth water, and he was hooked from that very first bite, and he just felt like he couldn't stop. It was like an addiction, because every bite was euphoria unmatched. He could feel electrical energy surging through him, bringing him back from the brink of possibly passing out from hunger that he had been fighting off for days now.  

"These are the best peaches I've ever had in my mortal life! Well... maybe not THE best." Macaque trailed off as Wukong's face flashed before his mind's eye and focused in on his lips. Macaque was grateful for his dark fur; it kept the bothersome blush on his face from being noticeable.  

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Macaque had kissed Wukong but once... 

Not that Wukong knew, or if he did or does, then he never said anything. See one-night lifetimes ago- Macaque just couldn't take it anymore. He was going insane, thinking about how Wukong's lips would fit perfectly against his own.

How Wukong would taste. 

He guessed of peaches, and of sunshine and of the stars. 

Macaque had been correct. 

The kiss had been short, sweet, simple and sneaky. 

For he had done so while Wukong was asleep, curled up with him in their favorite tree on Flower Fruit Mountain. Not his best moment, to steal a kiss when Wukong didn't have a say in it... but that crime paled in comparison now to his many crimes he had committed from then on up until today.  

Yes, the kiss had been sweet and simple. It was a short kiss, as short as they came, and warm, so warm. There were no fireworks, no fanfare, no angelic choir, no- nothing like that. It was just warm, and it felt like home. 

He felt safe, secure and loved.  

A very tame first kiss. 

That is to say: It blew Macaque's fucking mind. 

And from then on, he stole kisses from Wukong as he slept. Never on the lips, though, he already violated that. Once had to be enough, if he would ever kiss Wukong on the lips again, it would be with his express consent.  

Still, he left kisses elsewhere. Against the tip of his ears, his nose, all over his face. Anywhere and everywhere, Macaque could reach he kissed Wukong. He did it whenever they were cuddled up after a long day of monkeying around and Wukong was lost to the realm of dreams.  

Macaque always wondered what Wukong dreamt about... becoming stronger and more immortal- probably.

Though that didn't explain the times Macaque was nearly startled out of his own skin and fur whenever Wukong would murmur out his name and shift in his arms and follow the touch of his lips. 

Every single time that happened Macaque almost ended up in an early grave from a heart attack because he thought he'd woken Wukong up and was caught. Wukong had nearly killed him so many times... it was almost laughable now that Wukong did kiss him back in the end.  

Not on the lips no. He had bestowed upon Macaque the kiss of death with the end of his mighty weapon, his staff. Wukong had sent Macaque to an early grave after all, after so many times of accidentally almost killing him before by way of nearly waking up. 

Heaven help him, if he must die again, then Macaque would die kissing the great Sun Wukong in his last moments of life or damn it all he would crawl out from his grave one last time to kiss him and then die for good. He made a mental mark in his mind to save that for later. 

Macaque needs to know if kissing Wukong would be just as heavenly now as it was back then. 

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"Still, they're pretty, good. Thank you for the meal, Goddess of Creation." 

Though Macaque supposes anything would taste like a bite of Heaven itself when one hasn't had a bite to eat in almost a week now. "Here Kid, have some!' Macaque shifted MK in his arms until MK was sitting forward and then tore a small and soft piece of a peach off of the pulp and held it under MK's nose. 

The baby monkey that was MK, yeesh, that would take some time getting used to- (Fortunately Macaque had five years to do that) - stared at the piece of the peach and then nosedived his face into the peach immediately to take a big whiff of it.  

MK let out a shocked noise as his tail fluffed up. It was a mix between a soft shriek and snort. Peach juice shot up his little nose and he made an odd, strained snort and then sneezed like a kitten.  

Then MK shot up into a sit, his eyes shimmered like stars, and he squealed in utter delight as he yanked the piece of peach away from Macaque. He ate the entire thing whole; he basically inhaled the damn thing. He didn't even take the time to chew or swallow. He just sucked it right up like... 

Macaque didn't even know. 

After MK was done, he excitedly babbled and tried to reach down to the table to grab a full peach, but Macaque was able to stop him. 

"Whoa! Slow down there, Kiddo! No one is going to take them from ya!" Macaque chuckles softly as he gives MK more and more pieces to nibble upon while he continues to eat his own dishes, taking experimental bites between them.

He can't seem to finish any of them, because each is sweeter and tastier than the last and he feels like he has to eat at least one bite from each. Once he's eaten all he can stomach he reaches for the glass in front of him to wash it all down.  

Only to immediately regret all his life choices that led up to this moment as he almost hacked it all up on the table. The liquid that Macaque could only describe as pain incarnate sparks off a scorching and burning sensation in his throat. It tastes of peaches and of fire, it's as if he's swallowed the sun itself.

He winces and it takes all his will not to drop MK or the glass. The fur on his body stands on end and his tail fur fluffs up as he wheezes. He clumsily sets the now empty glass back in the table, having made the mistake of downing it all in one greedy gulp to quench his dry throat. 

Which only felt drier now. 

"Pardon me great Goddess- but what the Hell was in that thing?" 

"You are pardoned." Nüwa stifled down a laugh as she gracefully ate her own peach dish, keeping with proper etiquette to not talk with her mouth full, only speaking when she was done chewing and swallowing her own peach.  

"That was a little taste of Heaven, as I said- you shall be needing its energy to keep that chaos child under control." She gestures to MK who is holding up a piece of peach pie and playing with the crust. She then falls into silence as she finishes off her dish and then goes for another.  

Macaque sat there in that silence basically recovering from being burned alive from the inside out. If he didn't already have an intimate understanding of what death felt like, he would have sworn he had just temporarily died. 

"Forgive me when I say this, but I don't believe I want another glass." 

"No, I didn't suspect you would, besides one will be enough anyways. Even one seems to be potent enough that you wouldn't have to drink it again. I too could wait for millenniums before ever drinking it again, Sun Wukong though... that's a different story. That menace wouldn't even ask for more. He would just take it. He would out drink anyone and everyone in the mortal and immortal realm when it comes to this peach flavored elixir." 

Nüwa hummed before she placed her utensils down, only having eaten half of her next dish, and then flicked her wrists. Out of the white void a book appeared in the air and floated down to hover in front of her.  

"It's been lovely having you, my dear Six-Eared Macaque. Truly Liù'ěr Míhó, you are more of a gem than the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong. He would have eaten me right out of dwelling and my realm if he had been here. I would love to keep you on this date of ours longer, but I am sure you are ready to take MK home to his ahem, Papa as you say. Also, I do have work I need to attend to. There are souls that need my attention."  

The Goddess gestures to the book and then magics up a quill and ink, she flips the pages carefully scanning through them until finding whatever it was that she was looking for and then begins to write several things out that Macaque couldn't see from his vantage point. 

"Why don't you take the rest of the dishes to go? I am certain a very hungry Sun Wukong would be in your debt. In fact, take this flask of the rest of the drink, all this combined will get him back to full strength. Though, perhaps seeing the child will do that all in of itself, but just in case- you should give the rest of the food and drink to him. The Universe needs the Monkey King to be in peak condition, since the Child will be out of commission for a few years he needs to take up his old role as Protector. For there are many dangers still yet lurking beyond what even I can see." 

A large container melted up through the surface of the table and then the rest of the dishes which consisted of peach pie, peach pudding, peach cobbler, peach crumble, just plain peaches, and more all stack themselves nice and neat into the container. 

A lid manifested out of nowhere and slapped down snugly onto the container and it slid itself across the surface and came to a spot at the end of the table right in front of Macaque and a flask flashed into existence right next to the container. 

Macaque blinked and stared at the container, the flask, and then to Nüwa and tilted his head. He couldn't quite understand why but he felt like he was missing something. Though a soft little chirpy yawn from MK broke his concentration. He looked down just in time to see MK nod off into sleep, peach juice all over his face, he was a right mess. 

But the most precious mess Macaque had ever seen in his entire life.

 

"I... thank you?" Macaque didn't know what else to say. Really, what more was there to say? It's not like Macaque could EVER match the mercy of Nüwa and somehow convey just how grateful he was for her grace. Though he would be lying if he wasn't still a tad ticked off at her for putting MK through all this in the first place.  

But he wasn't about to risk MK's new lease on life by being snarky. For once in his life Macaque thought it would be best to still his tongue and not look a gift horse, er... snake in this case, in the mouth.

"Goodnight Liù'ěr Míhó, may you enjoy the rest of your life with your family." Nüwa said as she flipped the book closer, and it vanished into the white void and went back to wherever it came from. She gave him such a serene smile that Macaque couldn't help but feel comforted and all the more certain in his conviction that his life was but an infinitesimal fraction of a price to pay for MK to live on.  

"Thank you, great Goddess of Creation, though I don't know about that. I'll try... but I don't think I'm part of their family, not yet anyways. I have a lot of amends to do and a lot of proving myself worthy of their trust and love, first." Macaque slowly stands up, being careful not to jostle MK, and puppeteers one of his shadows to carry the container and flask for him.  

He begins to move slowly towards the rift, and only stops momentarily when Nüwa's voice calls out to him: 

"You are more loved than you will ever hope to know in this lifetime ahead of you, my child."  

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Macaque goes to turn around and ask her what she means by that, but he's momentarily blinded by a void of darkness. Then the black cracks and falls away and he's on top of Flower Fruit Mountain, with MK safely snug and secure in his arms and his shadow puppet is by his side, still holding the container and flask.  

Macaque stands there for a few seconds, stunned and blinking in the starlight as he tries to piece together everything that just happened. Coming to the slow realization that it was not in fact a desperate dream. He looks up at the moon and wonders again, why it is night- when mere minutes ago the sun was starting to ascend. 

He doesn't have time to ponder it though. 

Because in the distance he hears a sea of sound. It's a frantic sea, tumultuous and terrified. It's difficult to make out because his ears are so sensitive that it almost makes him go deaf, but he manages to pick apart the chaotic choir of voices and make out who is saying what and what is being said. 

"MACAQUE?! MACAQUE WHERE ARE YOU?!"  

That's Mei's voice, and she sounds like she's fired up in the worst way. Her voice seems strained as if she had been yelling for hours. 

"WHERE ARE YOU, MAC- BUDDY?" Sandy's voice booms out right after, "COME ON OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE! YOU'RE SCARING US AND MO!"  

"COME ON, COME ON! POP OUT OF YOUR SHADOW PORTAL ALREADY!" Pigsy calls out into the chaos of voices, "WE DIDN'T MEAN TO BLAME YOU FOR WUKONG RUNNING OFF- REALLY!"  

"MACAQUE! COME ON, PLEASE! WE'RE SORRY FOR WHAT WE SAID EARLIER!" Tang chimed in from somewhere down the mountain, "WE DIDN'T MEAN IT! PLEASE, WE ARE ALL WORRIED ABOUT YOU! ALSO, I'M SERIOUSLY TERRIFIED THAT SUN WUKONG WILL LEVEL THE MOUNTAIN LOOKING FOR YOU!"  

As soon as Tang said as much from down below the mountain trail, Macaque felt the entire Mountain quake violently and heard an explosion on the shoreline at the edge of the island. Without wasting any more time Macaque dismissed his shadow puppet to go place the container and flask into Wukong's kitchen. 

"WOULD YOU JUST HURRY UP AND COME OUT, SHADOW BOY?!" Red Son, who sounded like he had been interrupted from a deep sleep, interjected into the flow of frantic voices. "THE MONKEY KING HAS GONE MAD, EVEN I'M STARTING TO GROW SERIOUSLY CONCERNED THAT HE'S ABOUT TO EXPLODE THIS WHOLE MOUNTAIN INTO RUBBLE!"  

After making sure the sounds of frantic idiots screaming into the night hadn't woken MK up, Mac didn’t hesitate, and he promptly teleported down to the beach where he heard the explosion originating from.  

There just several feet away from him was Sun Wukong, he had his back turned towards him. Macaque could see how frazzled Wukong was, even though he wasn't facing him.

He saw his back and shoulders expand and fall rapidly, his tail was fluffed up, and his clothes were a tattered and torn mess. He had all manner of debris clinging to his clothes, leaves, flowers, vines, pieces of peaches, sticks... 

There was leafy, rocky and sandy carnage scattered all over everywhere, and there were scorch marks in the sand, as though Wukong had been blazing all over creation looking for Macaque. 

The mighty Sage Equal to Heaven didn't seem so equal to Heaven at the moment. He was doubled over by the tree Macaque often slept in... their tree... 

Wukong was trembling and it seemed he would collapse then and there. Though he did not need to breathe, he was making strained breathy sounds as he struggled to silence strangled sobs.  

"MACAQUE WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU! MACAQUE ANSWER ME, PLEASE! FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, ANSWER ME!"  

Wukong sounded downright dreadful, the way he called out for Macaque so desperately. The manner in which Wukong called out for Macaque was an eruption of despair, it was nothing short of defeated. Macaque couldn't keep still just watching Wukong spiral like this.

"MACAQUE WHERE ARE YOU?!" Wukong all but wailed to the Heavens themselves as his knees threatened to give out, he clutched onto the trunk of their tree like it was a lifeline. "PLEASE ANSWER ME! PLEASE, MAC, DON'T DO THIS TO ME. DON'T LEAVE AGAIN! PLEASE, PLUM!" 

"Yo, hey bud!" Macaque finally found his voice as he took a few steps forward, smiling sheepishly as he moved towards Wukong. "I uh... I got you a little something that you're not going to believe-" he wasn't able to finish because his voice died in his throat as Wukong whirled around as fast as a spinning typhoon and their gazes locked together. 

Macaque's heart stalled in his chest. 

“YOU!” 

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Couldn't believe the tears shimmering in Wukong's eyes that were obviously being shed over him. He wanted to say something, anything, but all he could do is stare as Wukong looks at him like he's seeing a phantom. 

A shadow.  

"Ma- Mac...? Macaque it’s you... you’re-" Wukong's whisper is barely audible over the soft breeze and crashing sea waves. His chest is heaving and he's looking at Macaque like he is going to vanish into thin air, and he would never see him again for the rest of eternity.  

A nervous smile spread itself across Macaque’s face, “Wukong...?” 

"Mac?! MACAQUE!"  

Before Macaque had any time to respond, Wukong bunched his muscles and then shot forward in a frantic and mad dash towards him, tripping and stumbling, yet still- he made his way over almost faster than a bolt of lightning could land against the earth itself.  

"Mac! Macaque!" Wukong breathed out, breathless and filled to the brim with equal parts relief and rage. Even under Wukong's fur Macaque could see how puffy and red his cheeks were, how red his eyes were.  

“Hey bud-” Macaque couldn’t get a word in edgewise. 

“MACAQUE!” Wukong’s voice boomed like a bellow of roaring thunder. 

He was far too focused on Macaque that he didn't even notice the precious little bundle that was MK curled up in his arms. Which was understandable, Wukong was an emotional fucking wreck, and Macaque could barely believe it was all over him.  

That the few hours he was missing had almost taken Wukong to his knees and had nearly hollowed him out completely. Leaving him a shaking and shivering shell.  

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! WHERE IN ALL THE MORTAL AND IMMORTAL REALMS HAVE YOU BEEN?!" Wukong snarled, his expression dark and dangerous, as though he was going to drop kick Macaque to the fucking moon. Tears flowed freely and without shame from Wukong's eyes as he finally came to a halt in front of Macaque. 

Macaque would have found it endearing that he had brought Wukong to tears, if not for the fact that Wukong's hands found his shoulders and clutched onto them so tightly that it burned. Macaque tried to pull away, but Wukong's hold on him was unrelenting.  

"Ow! Take it easy, bud! Could you quiet down a bit you're going to wake the Ki-" Macaque tried to talk Wukong down, but he wasn't having any of it. He felt Wukong basically bash his forehead against his, effectively silencing Macaque for a second as stars filled his vision, "Ow, you son of a- what the fuck, Sun Wukong?!"  

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO QUIET DOWN, BUD! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU- DAMN IT, MACAQUE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOU BIG, STUPID IDIOT?! I WOKE UP AND COULDN'T FIND YOU ANYWHERE! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS?! YOU'VE BEEN MISSING FOR THREE DAYS!"  

Wukong all but shrieked like an irate banshee while shaking him like a ragdoll, and Macaque was left stunned because there wasn't any possible way that could be right. He couldn’t even think about it really, because he had to hold onto MK for dear life, so the poor kid wouldn’t fly right out of his arms. 

“W-Wukong! S-Stop it, l-let me explain, damn it!” 

This made no sense, it at most had only been a day since he was gone, right? Surely, he wasn't gone for THAT long. He swore he had only been away for a few minutes at best? 

Then again if there was any indication of the validity of Wukong's statement it would be in the way he was shaking. There wasn't any way that Wukong could be lying, not when he looked so vulnerable. He felt Wukong wrap his tail around his waist to pull him in closer. 

Wukong stopped shaking him, and instead just breathed, his chest heaving harshly. 

"Fuck... fuck! Macaque I'm sorry I... you were just gone for three days with no word. We couldn't find you anywhere, we looked wherever we thought you might be and I..." Wukong tried to pull himself back together, but he was falling apart and in all different damn directions that it was next to impossible to do so.  

"I thought that something happened to you and that you were..." Wukong can't finish, he is strangled by a sob and all he can do is stare into Macaque's eyes. "Heaven help me, you... you scared me almost to death, Plum. Don't... don't ever... don't you EVER do that again. Don't you EVER up and vanish on me like that again without saying anything!" 

Macaque laughs at the absurdity of it all, the very thought that he could kill the immortal Sun Wukong by just vanishing into the shadows never to be seen again. Surely, not- right? There's no way that he held that kind of great importance to Wukong.  

Wukong must be delirious with grief, because Macaque is certain the second that he saw MK he would forget all about his beloved warrior once again. 

"I almost scared you, the immortal Great Sun Wukong to death? Wooooow." 

It's not funny and he shouldn't be laughing, but he is, and he can't stop it. He hears Wukong make some type of wounded sound, and he quickly adds on in a rush of words to placate him, "Sorry, sorry I just... you're crying over me. I didn't think you cared about me that much."  

"Wha-what?! What do you mean, Mac?! Of course I care about you, idiot! Why would you think that I wouldn't-" Wukong began but then blinked back tears and realized that he was the idiot in question. He was so fucking dumb for even wondering why Macaque would doubt him.  

Wukong has given him every single fucking reason to doubt him. Of course, Macaque would be hard pressed to believe in him when all he's done is given him the cold shoulder and bared his teeth at him ever since they had reunited.  

Hell, he should have realized that Macaque would doubt him. Wukong had tried to brush off that hint of hesitation when Macaque reached out to his hand back then when they thought the cycle was all going to end. Wukong couldn't think of anything else to say, other than to slowly release his death grip on Macaque's shoulders. 

With an unsteady, slow and deep breath Wukong opted to apologize for bashing his forehead by nuzzling his forehead against Mac's instead. Wukong would have to work towards fixing that. He couldn't let his beloved Plum think that- 

Wait... huh? 

Damn it, he's all over the place. Okay, first he figures out where Mac has been and THEN he will start being better to Macaque, because he didn't deserve the painful edge of his agony. 

"I... I'm sorry for losing it on you like that. I just... you scared me, Macaque. I thought you were gone. I... where have you been?"  

Macaque felt like he was going to meltdown into a gooey shadow puddle, he was lightheaded. He didn't know if he was concussed from Wukong's bashing their heads together, or if it was because they were so close underneath the moonlight like this. The only sounds being that of the distant and barely audible voices of their friends, and the lovely little lullaby of the ocean waves.  

Or maybe it was because of the warmth that was radiating off of Wukong, caressing him like the rays of a golden sun, sinking deep down into his core and melting it down. He opens his mouth to speak, but his throat and tongue is so dry that he can't form the words. He has to swallow thickly before he can find his voice again. 

"Sorry I uh... I kind of got a littlleeee distracted." Macaque hums, his lips curling up into a cheeky little smile as he looked down at his arms. It almost falters because he is shocked to see that MK is still sleeping soundly in his arms, even after all the chaotic commotion clamoring all about him.

He almost forgets to adjust his arms so that Wukong would be able to clearly see MK, for he was so small that he was almost invisible pressed against his arms and chest. 

But he did just in time. 

"Macaque, what...?" Wukong's gaze follows Macaque's and when he sees what Macaque is holding, he audibly gulps in a broken breath. He stares down at MK, his eyes so wide that Macaque thinks if they got any wider, they would pop right out of Wukong's eye sockets. 

"Yeah, funny story, you're going to laugh so hard- I kinnnnnd of went on a little journey to the Pillar of uh...Heaven." Macaque replies, clearing his throat, "I guess it took a little longer to complete than I thought it would but-" 

"Kid...?" Wukong says, as though he's dreaming. He's so stunned that he almost does fall to his knees, only being saved by Macaque's tail quickly coiling around his torso and holding him steady. 

"Whoa there, bud- easy. Don't die on me and the Kid now, yeah?" Macaque couldn't help but tease him lightly in lame attempt to lighten the overall mood. He was still feeling faint, but he could hold out a little longer before passing out.  

"Holy Heavenly Mother of the beautiful Buddha!" Wukong wheezes as he takes in sips of air that he didn't even need all because he felt like his soul was trying to ascend right up and out of his body.  

"Mac what...? How did?! This... it's the Kid, right? This is MK, right?" 

"The one and only, Monkie Kid, Peaches." Macaque affirms as he watches Wukong's face become a flurry of different facial expressions, unable to completely fall and settle into one or another. It takes more than maybe two to three minutes of Wukong just staring at Mk’s sleeping form before his expression finalizes itself. 

A bright and beaming grin stretched across the immortal monkey’s face, and it was so bright and warm that Macaque doubted that even the sun could be that bright and warm. Wukong’s tremoring took on a whole new meaning, it slowly flowed and ebbed away from an emotional meltdown to pure euphoria. 

“KID!” Wukong bursts out into deep-bellied laughs, they’re borderline hysterical, but so, so happy. He lowers his hands away from Macaque’s shoulders and let them hover over MK who looked so peaceful, far more peaceful than Wukong has ever seen him in a long time.  

MK looked so happy curled up like that in between Macaque’s arms and chest. 

He was almost reluctant to break his peace... 

Almost. 

“C-Can I-?” Wukong starts up, but he doesn’t even have to ask because Macaque slips MK over into Wukong’s awaiting arms. “K-Kid... MK.” He breathes out, his tears starting to seep up to the surface of his golden eyes once more, this time out of joy instead of despair. “Thank Heavens.” He breathes out in between a soft sob and breathy huff of a laugh.   

That’s when MK’s eyes slowly open, the little baby monkey blinks as he stares up at Wukong and then he tilts his head, “Eh...?” 

“Oh no,” Macaque winces as his hands fly up to his six ears as he braces himself for impact. 

Tears well up and surge out of MK’s eyes and he lets out a shriek and Wukong stiffens up as his ears start to ring, but he powers through it and holds MK close. 

“Whoa, hey bud- it's just me. It’s Monkey King, you... you know me. I got you; I got you... I got you.” More tears trail down his face, and his breathing shakes in his lungs slightly. He doesn’t know what in the Heavens compels him to do this, but he leans down and places a kiss to MK’s forehead. “I got yah, Kid.”  

It takes MK all but a few seconds to calm down and then giggles, “Mo-ki-kiinnng?” His tiny little hands find Wukong’s cheek fur, and with all the might in his tiny body, he yanks. He cackles like a mad little chaos chimp as Wukong grimaces for a split second. 

“ICH-” Wukong chuffs out, but otherwise he keeps his composure. “Yeah, it’s me bud.” He doesn’t care that his cheeks hurt now, because they’re going to hurt anyways later on for how much smiling he has to make up for. After that his attention turns back around to Macaque, “H-How did? Mac... seriously, what did you-? How?” 

Macaque feels heat blossoming to the surface of his cheeks and he’s as grateful as ever that his fur is able to hide it. He raises a hand to the back of his head and rubs it nervously as he averts his gaze, because Wukong is looking at him like he’s someone that used to be blind and is seeing the moon for the very first time. 

“Well, I guess you could say I went on my own journey to the west?” Macaque chuckles as he shrugs, feeling a bundle of nerves settle into the middle of his chest like little round butterfly cocoons that broke open immediately after falling into the spaces between his ribs. 

A million little fluttering butterfly wings brushed against the bones of his ribcage, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

Was he dying? 

Probably. 

“That is to say, I went on my own redemption journey and found MK at the end of it. I marched right to the Pillar of Heaven and demanded an audience with Nüwa herself. I told her that destiny was complete and utter moonshine, and that MK deserved to live. She agreed with me and well... yeah- I got the Kid back. Not like how we remember him, but it’s him all the same. He uh... he might not remember us right away b-but he will, so-” 

“MAC, YOU MAD BEAUTIFUL MANIAC OF A MONKEY!” Wukong couldn’t contain himself any longer, everything was just right in the Universe again and it was all because of Macaque. His beautiful and amazing, wonderful warrior- his precious Moon.  

“THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH!” He leans forward and without even thinking about it he plants a petal-soft kiss to Macaque’s forehead- 

Before Macaque can even register what just happened the others find them. 

“YOOO! There he is!” Mei bays out in joy as leads the group across the sands at a breakneck pace, “Hey Shadow Monkey Man! We were all worried sick about you, you silly little simian! You almost gave poor Monkey King here a heeeaaarrtt atttaccckkk----”

She slid to a sudden stop and sand sprayed up and into the air as she almost crashed a burned, her feet almost flying up right from under her.

 

Mei’s eyes went so wide that they looked like helium balloons and that she would float off into the emptiness of space at any given moment.

“OH, MY GREAT SAGE!” She gasps, as tears start to shimmer in her eyes, “MKKKKKKKK!!!!!!’ She shrieked sounding a lot like an excited monkey herself.

“MK! IT’S MK!” She jumps up and down and stares at MK, who stares back at her, he chatters excitedly and opens and closes his little hands as he looks at her. 

“What-” Tang started to say, his glasses falling askew as he rushed over, but his voice was cut off by Sandy’s voice- 

“The-” Sandy stomped through the sand faster so he could see what all the commotion was, something about MK being back? He felt his heart hammer away in his chest. 

Mo lets out an excited ‘mrow’ as he leapt off and ran over to stand next to Mei, Wukong and Macaque. The feline stares up at MK with dilated eyes and began to purr. And he gently climbs up Mei’s back so drape himself over her shoulders to get a better look at MK. 

“HELLO?” Pigsy picked up the pace to get to everyone’s side and when he finally reached everyone and there wedged between Wukong’s arms his eyes beheld the most beautiful sight his sore eyes had ever seen before. “It... It's really... the Kid, it’s you.... MK! It’s really you!” The dam broke and he burst out into tears. 

“Th-There there, old friend.” Sandy sniffles as he shakes and tries to pat Pigsy on the back, but he ends up succumbing to his own emotions and busts out in a bellow of emotion. “There, there i-it's okay- all is well and right with the Universe again!” 

“Noodle...boy?” Red Son said, as he was the last to arrive and he stared at MK, he swore that his head was about to go up in flames.  

“B-but h-how?! And why is he a baby monkey?!” 

“I-I don’t know.” Wukong manages to say as he can’t help but nuzzle his forehead against MK’s tiny head and laughed alongside MK’s giggling. “I don’t know why, maybe it’s because he was in his monkey form when he went into the Pillar of Heaven I don’t... I don’t care. He’s back now and that’s all that matters... that’s all that matters-” He released a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding in. 

“You’re welcome, everyone.” Macaque put on a smug display to hide away his true emotional dismay, his thoughts still getting stuck on Wukong brazenly kissing him on the forehead like it was no big fucking deal.

Which one, how dare he, and two HOLY HEAVENS Wukong kissed him... HE KISSED him!  

“Honestly, I’m a little shocked that you didn’t think to march up to Nüwa’s doorstep and break it down and demand him back yourself, bud.” He quickly uses his shadow portal to slip down into the sand and out of Wukong’s tail hold. He gently elbows him in the shoulder, “Why didn’t you think of it, mhn?” 

Wukong opened his mouth but found his voice was missing as his brain blanked. His face went bright cherry red, not even his fur could hide it and if they were in a cartoon show then steam would be blowing out his ears. He took a breath and shifted MK to one arm and then rose up the other arm to playfully shove Macaque in the shoulder. 

“Why, you cheeky little-” But Wukong missed his mark by a mile. 

Macaque barked out a laugh and merely jumped back to evade the blow and smirked, he hid it well on the outside- but on the inside he was burning like the sun was burning up his belly and by extension body. He still couldn’t get the kiss out of his head, over and over it replayed in his mind’s eye.  

Suddenly he was cut off guard as several arms shot forward and he was pulled into a group hug, not that this hadn’t happened before, but it ALWAYS startled Macaque all the same. He doesn’t even try fighting it and just lets himself slowly relax, or rather he relaxes as much as he can. 

He’s still caught up in the kiss to his forehead. He can still feel the phantom feeling of Wukong’s lips, it’s warm and he feels like he’s going to melt into several scattered shadow puddles into the sand.  

“MK, you little rascal!” Mei cooed out as she reached over and gently ruffled the fur on his tiny head, “Welcome back to the realm of the living my dudeeeee!” 

MK and chatters and clicks, as he swipes playfully at Mei’s hands, trying to catch and once he got ahold of them, he gave them a nip.

 

Mei sucked in a sharp breath but otherwise held herself together and smiled so wide that she felt like her cheeks were going to burst, “That’s our MK, alright!” 

As everyone gushes over MK, Wukong finds himself finally coming out of his emotional spiral then his gaze signaled out Macaque. “No, seriously, Macaque how did you get MK back?” He finally breaks out the big question, because he really wants to know. 

He has a sneaking feeling that Macaque isn’t being forthcoming with them. 

“Y-Yes! I too would like to know how you got Noodle Boy back!” Red Son sputtered as he pulled his hand away when MK tried to also nip it. “No, naughty Noodle Boy! No biting!”  

Macaque felt everyone’s eyes land on him, and he slipped out of the hug using his shadows and then hopped onto his and Wukong’s favorite tree. He heaved himself up onto the highest branch turned away and laid down his tail flicking to and fro, “No really, I just asked for MK back. There’s nothing more to tell, really.”  

That wasn’t a full out lie, at least. 

Suddenly he felt something smack into his shoulder and he lost his balance and came tumbling down out of the tree with a loud grunt, he flailed helplessly in the air and the ended up falling face first into the grass and sand.

When he looked up, he saw Wukong standing over him holding out one arm while holding MK in the other. Macaque notices there’s a peach lying next to him on the ground, half intact and the other half smooshed in – so that’s what he was hit with.  

His heart skips a beat as he looks back from the peach and to Wukong’s hand. Macaque takes a few steadying breaths and tentatively slips his hand into Wukong’s and then without warning he’s hoisted up and into a one-armed hug.  

Wukong holds onto him like if he lets go then Macaque would vanish... honestly, he wasn’t too far off. He would soon, but not tonight. He wraps his arms around Wukong and holds him back. He feels Wukong’s tail encircle his own several times and so he let his tail wrap around Wukong’s right back.  

“Thank you, bud.” Wukong says, voice impossibly soft- he can’t recall the last time he had heard Wukong sound so... content. It must have been before MK sacrifice though, surely. “Thank you so much.” 

It hurts... because he doesn’t know if Wukong would be thanking him in a few years' time now when he had to leave him. As they hugged one another, MK began to wriggle in between them and let out little ‘eeps’ of discontent. 

“Oh whoops! Sorry, Kiddo!” Wukong breaks the hug first, so he stops accidentally suffocating MK, “Kind of forgot that mortals needed to breathe for a second! My bad!” He releases his one-armed hold on Macaque to gently pat MK on the head to soothe the scorned simian. 

“Yeah, it was nothin’ really.” Macaque mutters as he stares at MK and watches just how easily the kid is able to make Wukong smile with the simplest of gestures or sounds.

Wukong is hyper-focused on the kid, gently poking his cheeks and MK is puffing them out and making raspberries which makes Wukong snicker and smile like Macaque hasn’t seen him smile in so long.  

“Nüwa herself said that not even death could contain this chaotic little hairball, said he was practically clawing and biting at his cage bars to get out. He really is so much like you, eh?” He lightly elbows Wukong’s shoulder. 

Wukong grunts and lets out a huff of a laugh and then reaches up and ruffles the fur on Macaque’s head, “If anyone bites and scratches here it’s you bud! Still, it’s impressive that he’s so resilient, I wonder where he gets that from?” He sticks out his tongue and winks, before he looks back down at MK.  

“So... what now? Did Nüwa say how long he was going to be like this for?” 

“Five years.” Macaque replies as he tries to keep exhaustion from creeping into his voice, amongst other things such as resignation and acceptance. He can’t let it slip, can’t clue them in on what’s going to come, they didn’t need to know that the price he paid for MK was his stolen soul. 

Ignorance was bliss, after all. 

“Ah, so he’ll be back to his annoying self in my lifetime, wonderful!” Red Son snorted as he grabbed the collar of his black sweater and fanned it out, and cleared his throat, “Well then!” Red Son clapped his hands together and crackling embers floated into the air around them and dissipated.

“This has been a simply divine search party, thank you SO much Dragon Pony Girl for waking me up in the DEAD of the night tonight to go chasing after Shadow boy here!” He gestures over to Macaque in a dramatic flourish. 

“I must be off, because I can’t do any devious and very evil scheming without my beauty sleep!” 

Mei snickers at this as she waves her hand in an overly exaggerated motion and calls out in a sing-song voice as Red Son turns to leave, “Sureeee Red Boi, whatever you say- night!”  

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With that the emotionally charged night was coming to a close as everyone else filed into Wukong’s shack for the night for an impromptu sleep over. 

Everyone opted to pile pillows, blankets, comforters and whatever soft things they could find in Wukong’s junk pile into the middle of his living area so they could all curl up and go to sleep. Somehow Macaque found himself, Wukong and MK smack in the middle of the team, the others lying around them in a circle.  

Wukong was too busy staring at a sleeping MK, to even notice that Macaque was staring at him with eyes so full of love. Wukong was just totally enthralled with the Kid, as though he was his most precious treasure that he would NEVER lose again if he could help it, that he completely and unintentionally has turned everyone and everything out. 

Wukong is just too damn happy, he’s so happy that he could jump up and scrounge through his piles of junk to find his firework kit and set of fireworks right here in the living room- but he didn’t want to disturb MK’s sleep. 

He was so tiny and so cute. 

“I take back everything I said on the moon; this is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

Macaque raises an eyebrow, the context of this statement lost to him. He didn’t even know that Wukong had gone to the moon before. Honestly and truly, though- what was so cute on such an empty and dark space rock?  

There wasn’t much to love about the moon, really. 

It was just a silver rock with ugly dark craters... it was incomplete, barren and void of any life- right? 

“Yeah, cute.” Macaque decides to just play along for now, as the heavy and oppressive chains of his expiration date began to coil round him and hold him down into the sheets and blankets. He goes silent and stares down at MK, not realizing his face has fallen way into something crestfallen. 

Not until Wukong’s voice shatters the silence as he reaches over MK and gently rests his hand on his shoulder, “Mac...? You okay bud?” 

“Uh, y-yeah.” Macaque gives his best effort to smile, but he feels like Wukong can see right through him because he sees him raise his eyebrow ever so slightly in doubt.

“Just tired, it’s been a long three days for me, all that traveling to the Pillar of Heaven- y’know?” He tries downplaying it, hoping that Wukong would drop it. Even though he hadn’t walked anywhere expect up the peak of Flower Fruit Mountain, but Wukong needn't be any the wiser. 

Macaque didn’t want to be the one to dim Wukong’s light once again. He was finally happy once more, and if Macaque had anything to say about it- happy he would stay.

Nothing has changed... as soon as the last night of the fifth year rolled around, Macaque would return to the shadows of his grave from whence he came and everyone would move on. 

Nothing that happened between the span of these three days meant anything, he concluded. Not the hugging, the tail holding, the pet names, the tears, the hand holding or- 

The kiss. 

Wukong would be sure to regret all of it with the rebirth of the sun that came with tomorrow’s dawn. All of what happened was because Wukong was emotional, that’s all. Nothing more, and nothing less. It was as Macaque predicted, Wukong was just too hung up with his fatherly love for MK to think about anything else besides it.  

Wukong gently squeezed his shoulder, and he regarded him with a somewhat somber stare, “Are you sure? You look...” He trails off and bites his lip and flicks his tail, it was something he did when he was worried. “You look more tired than I’ve ever seen, Plum.” 

Macaque huffed and snorted, “Hey, we mortals don’t have boundless energy like you Peach. I’ll have you know I haven’t slept in, uh... a week?” 

“A week?!” Wukong replied sharply, as he furrowed his eyes, “Mac, you’re going to get yourself sick. Shut up and go to sleep.” He gently slaps him on the shoulder to show he was serious.  

“And don’t you even think about trying to sneak off with your shadows, bud. Because I’ve got my immortal eyes on you, and I can stay up alllll-” a long and dramatic yawn ironically interrupted him as if to disprove the very point he was about to make. 

“I can stay up allllll night, bud.”  

“Tch, yeah maybe when you are at one hundred percent, but all you’ve had to eat in weeks is probably that peach I picked for you.” Macaque huffs but lets his head fall to the pillow without further argument.

“While on the other hand, I might be tired, but I... oh- before I forget, Nüwa gave me some food to bring to you, saying you needed a pick me up, since you haven’t eaten. It should be safely stored in your food stock. Congrats you hit the jack pot, peach pies, cobblers, crumbles and more- oh and she gave me this drink to give to you too, she said that you would like it because of how potent it was.” 

Wukong’s eyes went wide, and he gasped softly and his tail began to wag back and forth and there was something scary in the wicked way he was smirking, but Macaque ignored it.  

Heavens, Wukong really was just a GEM wasn’t he? 

“For real? I didn’t know she would stoop so low as to get that drink! That is some serious stuff! It really hits the spot! I’ll have to have some when I get up tomorrow.” He looked like he was right tickled about the knowledge of said drink and Macaque wonders what the fuck is so great about it. 

It tasted like liquid metal going down his throat, not even the peach flavor could make it bearable. Maybe he didn’t do it right, though? Maybe he was supposed to only take slow and steady sips, rather than guzzle the whole thing down? 

Well, whatever. 

Fuck, he was actually tired, his eyelids were getting heavy. 

The exhaustion fell fast and heavy upon him, so much so that he almost didn’t notice that Wukong’s tail curled around his, nor did he really register that Wukong took his hand and held tight.

 

“Okay, but seriously though, bud- you look half dead, you’re worrying me.” Wukong squeezes his hand and that’s the only reason why Macaque realizes they’re holding hands. He feels heat rise to his cheek and he averts his gaze again, unable to look Wukong in the eyes. 

“Hey, being half dead means that I’m also still half alive, so-” Macaque gives a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders before a yawn slipped out past his parted lips, “I consider that a win-win, honestly being mortal just means we’re constantly living a little, but also dying a little everyday-” 

Macaque stops talking when Wukong’s hand tightens around his and he can feel Wukong’s golden gaze burning holes into his forehead. 

“Bud come on... don’t joke like that, you keep... you keep making jokes about death and dying lately and I’m not going to lie, it scared me. So, when you went missing for three days after you joked about me putting you six feet down and now, you’re kind of acting like MK before... Mac if there’s something-” 

Macaque finally and reluctantly meets Wukong’s gaze and he regrets looking, because his resolve almost shatters when he sees the wounded look on Wukong’s face. The immortal monkey looks almost as pale as death itself as he stares into Macaque’s eyes.

“Fuck, sorry Wukong, I didn’t know it would shake you up this much, I won’t joke about it anymore and no, it’s nothing, really. I’m just tired...” He trails off and lets out a low and drawn-out sigh. 

“I won’t joke about it anymore.” Macaque gives Wukong’s hand a soft squeeze to reassure him. “I promise I won’t sneak off, okay? Why don’t we both get some sleep, it’s been a long few days.” 

Wukong stares at him for a long time without so much a word, he holds Macaque’s gaze for several minutes before he gives up the ghost and starts to slowly succumb to sleep’s soft siren song. 

“Heh, that’s the understatement of a few centuries.” Wukong gradually releases a soft sigh of relief as he lets his gaze fall back to MK, who was curled up in between them, all warm and content- without a care in the whole Universe.

He smiles as he watches MK’s fluffy ears flick and his tail tip twitch slightly. “It’s been a long few years... I swear Macaque, between you and this Kid, I’m gonna wake up one day with a pelt full of gray hairs.”  

“Can’t get gray hairs if you don’t age, Wukong- if anyone is going to wake up with gray hair it’s gonna be me. You and that Kid stress me out on the daily. Both of you go looking for trouble and trouble goes looking for you.”

Macaque leaves no room for argument as he too looks down at MK, “Looks like you’re for real a dad now, congrats.” 

“Yeah...” Wukong replies without giving it much thought, and then it clicks. “Shit, you’re right! I’m actually a dad now.” His face scrunches up in thought and his nose twitches, “What does a dad even do? How should I act? Maybe I should ask Pigsy...? But he’s asleep.” 

“Heh, calm down Wukong, you have an eternity to figure it out.” Macaque twirls his tail around Wukong’s in an attempt to reassure him. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” Wukong finally calms down and lets his head fall to his pillow as well. 

“And you’ll be right here with me for years to come too. The Kid looks at you like another dad, you know that, right? Well congratulations Mac, you’re now part of the official MK Dad squad, so like it or not you’re stuck with me and the Kid for the rest of your mortal life- and if I have anything to say about it, you aren’t dying on me for a lonnnnggg time. So-” 

Wukong’s gaze is burning bright, and Macaque feels the sin of his lie by omission slip down his spine, “Seriously enough with joking about death, kay? Now go to sleep, you’re drooling on your pillow.”  

“Pftttt I am not.” Macaque made to argue, but then he felt the faint hint of wetness against the corner of his lips and licked and tasted salt. “Shitttt I am... ugh you’re impossible, Wukong.” 

Wukong merely sticks out his tongue and like his good little shadow Macaque mirrors him. 

“Goodnight, Peach.” Macaque turns his face away and hides it into his pillow, and he has to take a steadying breath to reforge his resolve to keep his dirty little secret that his soul was on a time limit, and he’d already lost three days' worth of time he had left already. 

“Good night, Plum.”  

Macaque wants to cry when Wukong gives his hand another squeeze, but he doesn’t. Instead, he smiles into the pillow and thinks about how he’s going find a way to squeeze in an eternity into five short years. 

MK wasn’t the only one that was reborn. 

In a way Macaque had been too, and even if he only had five years well... that didn’t matter. It’s not how long you lived, after all. It’s how much living you did in the time you had, and well- he planned to live all of forever during those five years. 

Once he hears the soft snores indicating Wukong had fallen asleep, he turns his face too look at him and smiles softly and then down to MK who was still sound asleep, purring lowly. 

“Heh... leave the world a little better than you found it... wasn’t that what you said, Kid?” Macaque leans down and presses a kiss to MK’s fuzzy little forehead and then he gently guides Wukong’s hand more towards him and presses a kiss to the top of it. 

“Five years... that’s not a long eternity, but it’s all I got.” 

Sleep takes Macaque swiftly. 

Tomorrow with the birth of a brand-new sun he would wake up and take his first step into the rest of forever.

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And so, concludes the premise of this AU. Honestly, I didn’t mean for it to turn so fanfic like, I wanted to explain it short and simple, but I felt like that wouldn’t do it justice.

Anyways, there you have it my Shadowpeach parents AU! It will have all the fluff, slice of life, comedy, adventure and action it in that you could ever want and that sweet, sweet after taste of Shadowpeachy angst. 

So, what will happen in this AU? Only I know. What will happen to Mac in the end? Only I know. If you want this to continue, please show your support by liking, following, commenting and reblogging! Your support means the Universe to me and will give me the strength to keep moving forward with the AU! 

Will it be drawn? Will it be written? Or maybe it will be a little bit of both- who knows. 

Tune in next time on

JOURNEYTOTHEWEST/DRAGONBALLZ

💜🍑Shadowpeach Parents LMK: A Hero Reborn AU💜🍑

Also, for Heaven's sake, Mac! Wukong loves you, you stupid monkey! I literally CANNOT with these two, like please- take them away from me. They make me FERAL! MAYBE I NEED TO BE IN A CAGE, DAMN?!

Seriously, these two need some couple therapy already! Like they are driving me up a wall. Mac, sweetheart, honey- Wukong is like holding your tail, and touching you, and hugging you and nuzzling you. He's wrapped around your tail tip! He keeps saying he cares about you! When will you learn? WHEN WILL YOU LEARN HE LOVES YOU?! GAH?!

AUTHOR'S WHISPER- I left behind some subtle clues in this that might hint at what I have planned, but can you figure it out?

[dervampireprince]

[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio] astarion x trans man! reader/tav /// smut, dysphoria comfort, reader's chest is un-described and untouched, reader has a vulva, soft dom top astarion, bottom reader

whenever there's a day when you feel off, wrong, you're hyper aware of your body and how it doesn't feel right to you, he'll notice. perhaps not at first, but the way your posture is different, the way you reject and shy away from his touch, don't flush or scowl at his flirting.

it's late when he decides he has to ask you what's wrong, him not being used to having others to care about, to worry for.

"have i done something wrong?" his voice is quiet and yet it startles you from your thoughts.

"no? no, of course no," guilt festers in you. "i'm sorry."

"there's no need to apologise, darling. as i've been told by someone quite dear to me, there's nothing wrong with not wanting to be touched."

"it's not that. i do, i," you breathe. "i want you to touch me quite badly."

"then i don't understand."

his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for you as your eyes flicker to the mirror across the room.

"when you look at me... what do you see? that is, i mean... you could have anyone you wanted, and i know what you'll say to that. and i believe you. that you want me. i just, sometimes it's hard thinking about the men you've been with, hells just men in general, and then... how they compare to... me. because sometimes, sometimes it's hard to see myself as... as..."

you trail off, aware of your shaking breath, aware of the wetness on your eyelashes, aware that you want to bury yourself against him but find yourself scared.

just as you start to wonder if you've ruined something, his hands hover by your face, not touching, waiting. and so you nod, and his he cups his palms against your cheeks, tilting your head to look at him.

"my sweet boy."

those words and his voice make everything the smallest bit better, you hold back a sob and place your head into the crook of his neck. him calling you a boy both soothing and comforting, but also always slightly arouses you.

"you know i love you? exactly as you are, because of who you are."

"i know."

he raises one of your hands to his lips and kisses it.

"would you let me show you?"

he's not used to being so careful with someone else, not that he hasn't been gentle before but it's never been out of his own desire to cherish the person he's with. but perhaps he can understand, in his own way, feeling disconnected to your own body.

"you're such a handsome man, such a pretty boy. and aren't i ever so lucky. when i was a child i would fantasize about some dashing prince, but i could have never imagined i'd find one like you. you're far lovelier than any dream. you're real. and for some unknown reason managed to see something good in me. you're the most incredible person i've ever met, and i'm going to help you see that."

your shirt stays on if you wish it, as much as he loves every inch of your body, and will continue to regardless of if it stays as it is, or if parts of it change. but he wants you to be comfortable.

he kisses you, trailing down from your lips to your neck, never meaning to get carried away there but always does. you find it hard to mind though as he kisses, teeth nipping but not drinking, leaving faint little marks. he likes leaving marks on you, a reminder that you're here, that you're proud to be with him.

his hands slide down your sides, over your stomach, they pull at the laces of your trousers, sliding them off you legs, leaving your bottom half bare, waiting for his attention.

you flush as he maintains eye contact with you as he slides a hand under your ankle, then down your leg as his mouth moves with it, kissing you calf, next to your knee, up your thigh. and if there's more to grab there, he reveals in it, adoring any curves, your softness. he pauses when he reaches the top of your thigh and chuckles, smirks to himself

"such a sensitive boy, i haven't even touched you anywhere intimate yet and look," you gasped as he glides a couple of fingers between your folds and then holds them up. "already wet for me."

he slides his fingers back against you, teasing around you before thrusting in, curling them upwards as he lowers his head.

"we can'tbe neglecting your cock can we darling? it's straining so hard. and just because it looks different than mine, doesn't make it less of a cock, does it?"

he stays blinking up at you until he realise he wants an answer and you shake your head no.

"good boy, that's right," he purrs and you want to feel condescended, but you just whine, flushing hot, wanting to be good for him, wanting to be his good boy, wanting him to call you that again. "and what shall we do with your pretty cock? shall i suck you off?"

you nod your head, eyes pleading with him and he laughs, not to make fun of you, but because your neediness, your eagerness for him endears him.

"very well then," his lips close around your cock, sucking and suctioning while his fingers continue to stroke inside you, your hands slip into his hair and tug accidentally and he moans around you.

"cheeky boy," he pulls back. "do you wish to come like this or..."

"fuck me," you say, and then. "please? please, astarion, i need you."

astarion always flushes when you tell him you need him. he slides up your body, "i suppose i shouldn't tease, you've been deprived of my touch all week, my poor boy thinking he didn't deserve this. don't worry, i'll fuck you like need."

his cock slips between you, holding you close, kissing your neck, hands stroking your waist as he pushes inside of you,

"that's it, such a good boy. always taking me so well," he loses control of his voice as he fucks you, murmuring praises as his hips snap against you, letting you tug him up to kiss you, pressing one of your hands down into the pillow so he can hold it.

he tells you that you're a good as you both come, he tells you that you're a good boy as you twitch, oversensitive, as he cleans you off, and he tells you that you're a good boy as you drift off in his arms.

[luvmahae]

john summit fanboys!

‣ haechan: nu chi theta's very own wild card! a public relations major, known for his big flirt energy, people love him for his confidence and unapologetically bold personality—he’s just him. literally the life of the party, usually the one who stands out because of how obnoxiously loud he is. music festivals are practically his second home; catch him either riding the rail or vibing back with his frat bros. with him, expect the unexpected; he's always full of surprises.

‣ mark: the frat's resident house dj of nu chi theta, a marketing major who wants to be john summit so bad according to haechan. he literally bought lasers off ebay just for their frat house. he's the guy everyone likes without trying. the frat's laid-back heartthrob, the one that can make everyone feel comfortable even if he's more reserved than his wilder friends. maybe one day he'll be headlining a festival... who knows!

‣ jaemin: the frat's smooth-talking communications major and surprisingly the king of rage cage! the highest body count in the group (insane). with a smile that could probably talk its way out of a speeding ticket, he's the guy everyone crushes on. the resident designated driver because he loves showing off his modded car. he literally wants a girlfriend but is absolutely terrified of commitment... but are we surprised? no.

‣ jeno: the ultimate double threat in the frat: a kinesiology major who's literally a frat bro and a gym bro... double whammy! with his build, who doesn't want a shoulder ride from him? he's the one in charge of bringing the goodies to events or to any party if you know what i mean. the resident rave dad, usually the one who holds the totem and has a fanny pack of just the essentials. vicks? gum? the fan? count on jeno.

‣ jisung: the computer science major who went through the key club to frat boy life pipeline. the smartest in the group obviously; i mean, how is he keeping up with classes with these events? he might be the complete opposite of his big (haechan), but they just mesh so well. if he's not partying, he's gaming in his room! not picking up the phone? just message him on discord.

introducing the gamma alpha class of nu chi theta! these fratboys formed their friend group during their freshman year, when they all rushed for the same fraternity. they bonded fairly quickly during pledge week, going through hell and back to get where they are now. shoutout to our sexy pledge dads jaehyun and johnny for crossing these idiots! from that point on, their lives became a wild ride of house parties, club events, and most importantly: brotherhood. jisung joined the fraternity later on and was picked up by none other than lee haechan, sealing their place as the ultimate big/little duo. now, their days are filled with unforgettable nights of partying, drinking, and endless hookup stories—living their best frat life, one rager at a time.

masterlist — yn's group — intro

notes: i rly hope u guys enjoy this!! crying because the bios make me wanna ??? </3 BUT I LIVE FOR IT.... also if anyone has questions about raving and stuff related to it, pls let me knowww omg!!

[junplusone]

seventeen as engineering majors

notes: hi i have nothing to say for myself except this is partially @imujings's fault and also my self indulgence so here we go (can you tell what my major is..... lol)

warnings: ehh swearing, i namedrop companies, eng jargon

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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL - civil engineering

if you know, you know

is very proud of his program despite all the jokes (he shouldn't be) sorry im biased

"we're better than the meches"

never had to take dynamics in his LIFE omg

100% has a poster of the golden gate bridge on his wall and gets made fun of for it

is convinced one day when he's making bank and jeonghan is jobless he'll finally be vindicated

YOON JEONGHAN - mechanical engineering

did have to take dynamics & almost failed it

(he's smart, he was just too lazy to submit any of the homework that was also worth 60% of his grade)

gets salty at career fairs when most of the employers are construction companies

competing with the 24853874534 other meches for class sections

leaning into the "jack of all trades master of ????"

has a superiority complex over the aeros

HONG JOSHUA - computer engineering

should have just been a cs major tbh

compe is the bottom of the engineering food chain

but nobody has the heart to tell him that bc he's too kind

hangs out with the likes of yoon jeonghan but still never skips class

wants to create his own video game

probably got an internship at a fortune 100 company

has hella connections and WILL ask them to nepo you too bc he's that nice

WEN JUNHUI - aerospace engineering

has had enough of the lockheed martin jokes

does NOT !!! wanna work in defense he's a sustainable fuel guy

spacecraft development companies pleaseeee hire him

lets the meches have beef w him bc he dgaf what they think, but gets annoyed when they start competing w him for jobs

sidequest king (double minor in math & ecology AND he wants to try his hand at law school???? wtf)

locks in so freaking hard when he has to but is just silly otherwise - he's that student you never see studying but then they ace the exam

KWON SOONYOUNG - chemical engineering

is the one making lockheed martin jokes in front of junhui

but definitely picked cheme because someone told him he can make bombs

had to retake orgo twice but then passed inorganic chemistry with flying colors

academic wild card #1

always ends up with 8:30s bc he never wakes up on time for class registration

#1 merck worshipper pls hire him omg

LEE JIHOON - computer engineering

is at the bottom of the engineering food chain, but unlike joshua he knows & owns it

is a cs minor so it's slightly more excusable

probably has hella shit on github

definitely following more companies on linkedin than he has connections

double major in music production & plays clarinet in the pep band

you will never see him without his headphones on

JEON WONWOO - electrical engineering

actually very strongly dislikes that electrical & comp are grouped together as ece

likes the versatility of his major

probably never had a single morning class in his life

def came into college proficient in a bunch of programming languages

sits at the back of the lecture hall

never ever studies outside of his dorm bc he likes using his huge desk monitor

KIM MINGYU - biomedical engineering

so sick of every single person he meets assuming he's a premed student

has definitely accidentally broken flasks in his bio lab

was so elated when he found out orgo isn't a graduation requirement

always ALWAYS studies w a whiteboard

is one of the only guys in bme

you can always find him cooking up some food in the dorm's communal kitchen, he's always down for a conversation

LEE SEOKMIN - environmental engineering

minor in sustainability, he's an environmentally conscious sweetie pie!

the dream project groupmate

is one of like 15 people in his graduating class

wants to research water treatment technologies

"did you know using chatgpt is harmful to the environment?"

and he's right !!!!

took organic chemistry for fun and aced it even though mingyu warned him it would tank his gpa

XU MINGHAO - chemical engineering

really wants to work in the fragrance industry

always smells good, you'll never catch him lacking

another one of those people where you don't see them study ever but they still coast through classes

gets distracted when he's drawing out chemical compounds bc he tries too hard to get the lines perfect

and then starts sketching something else

second most nastiest side eye

BOO SEUNGKWAN - industrial & systems engineering

y'all know this man did not wanna do any work (jk i love my ise majors)

business admin double major & he's reaaaally good at it

everyone's jealous of the way he charms all the employers at the career fair how do u even do that like???

very intelligent but hated every calc class he had to take

always studies in the business building

nastiest side eye EVERRRRRR do not say anything stupid in front of him please he will vaporize you

CHWE HANSOL - materials science & engineering

walter white in the making

declared a chemistry minor and then never took the required classes

really enjoyed crystal chem

profs have a hard time grading his hw cause his handwriting lowkey looks like chicken scratches

the absolute chillest during finals week but nobody knows if it's because he studied way in advance or because he didn't study at all

academic wild card #2

such an 'it is what it is' guy tbh...

LEE CHAN - packaging engineering

ppl look confused when he tells them his major

is in it for the near 100% job placement

has a great time in all of his classes because they're so fun and the class size is like 8 kids

doesn't fully know what he wants to do later in life but he'll figure it out later

carpe diem kinda guy

wants to intern at a cosmetics company really really bad so he can take sample products home to his mom

let me know if u enjoyed this hehe :)

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Some people may think it's "boring" or a copout that the only hobby given in '03 Leo's bio is reading but it doesn't have to be. Leo being a bookworm is a fun thought in my opinion -- admittedly a biased one because I grew up as a bookworm myself. The phrase "Readers Are Leaders" was one I lived by, and how perfectly applicable is that to Leo? Imagine!

When they're tots, he helps the others learn how to read! Getting gently scolded by Master Splinter for staying up late reading under the covers. Setting up a cozy little reading corner in his bedroom stacked with battered books he's read front to back and back to front.

The excitement when Master Splinter scavenges dumped books for him to read; doing his best to clean it up, feeling crushed every time he finds pages stained beyond repair, torn or missing but he'll try to fill in the gaps of the plot with the information he has (training his foresight and attention to detail in the process, which will help a lot in the future.) Rereading the salvage half a dozen times within the week. Trying so, sooo hard not to spoil parts of it to his brothers because he's just so eager to see how they react to the twist!

He and Don bond as book buddies since they read above their age level. Mikey gets to flex his art skills making personalized bookmarks for Leo because one of his biggest pet peeves is losing whatever page he was on. Raph pretends he's too old now for Splinter's bedtime stories but hey, he wouldn't complain if Leo decided to relay it to him secondhand, since Leo's got it memorized already.

The day he learned about libraries, free for humans to have their pick of all the books they could want, it really started to sink in for him how different it was for their family, how much they were missing out on topside. That hurt.

Whenever his brothers get their turn with a book first, they can feel him hovering around, itching to get his hands on it -- which probably distracts them from reading as quickly as they could so eventually they're just like "Okay, fine, take it already." Leo devours it until he hits the part where his brothers left off and then reads the rest to them so they can experience the ending together!

He probably has a great reading voice. There may be a few books the others won't read on their own because it's not the same when it's not Leo doing the voices. Mikey jokes that he should record some audiobooks and maybe it's not a bad idea! Maybe he does. (Maybe one of his brothers listens to them after he's been sent away to Japan because they miss him and want to hear his voice as it used to be, free of the pain and anger that's been so common these days.)

Escaping into familiar, easy reading when he's stressed. Leaning on the stories with happy endings when he needs a boost of morale and hope. Curling up in private with a book that he knows will make him cry when he needs an emotional release. Reading aloud at his brothers' bedside whenever they're seriously injured, either to distract them from the pain or hoping his voice will lure them back to consciousness, as their voices did for him.

Bookworm Leo isn't boring to me <3

[emperor-palpaminty]

Possessive HCs

Minors DNI, must have age in bio to interact or else ya get blocked. TW for possessive kink and all that jazz. i am unhinged and have no train of thought that makes sense. Also my inbox is open for requests hehe

(This post features Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Alejandro with anGN reader)

Price

LAWDY this man gives me possessive vibes. He's a captain after all, he's used to having his way and people respect his property.

And you are, after all, his... Right?

Price doesn't get the appeal of hickies at first. They seem immature, silly even, and he thinks they're more trouble than they're worth. And then he sees you with one that he gave you the day before.

Totally changes everything.

He'll cover you in hickies if he can, where where your flesh is soft enough. If your job is more "professional" and would frown upon it he would make sure to leave some just where the corners of a bruise is peeking out from under the collar of your shirt, just so people can still know you're his.

If someone comes up to flirt with you, he makes sure he winds an arm around you and maintains eye contact with the intrusive party until they get the hint and leave. He's the kind of guy who would stare the flirter in the face while kissing your neck, or up your arm, and he would carry the conversation on calmly.

Casually refers to you as "my girl/lad/love", "pretty thing", etc. Just as long as it's obvious you're his.

Ghost

In my brain, he's the most possessive but because he wants to stay as anon as possible, he doesn't get super grabby or touchy in public. The second you get behind closed doors however? Hooooo mama.

He marks you up good. Scratches, hickies, everything. Even if they aren't visible to others it is enough to remind you and that's enough for him. He is fine with getting some of his own too, but he prefers they stay somewhat hidden. Part of him wants to make sure you're as safe as possible, and that includes not letting the enemy know he's getting hickies from someone.

If someone comes up to flirt with you, I can see Simon standing nearby- but always staring down the person seeking your affections. You are polite to them but tell them you aren't interested, and if they press on that's when Simon comes over. He's probably thrown a guy through a window before TBH. After that he takes you home and treats you real good ;P

Soap

Yeah. yeah. yeaaaaahhhhhhh. This man is loud as hell and has a short ass temper when it comes to you. When others come up to you or are even looking your way, he grabs your waist or hand or pulls you close. He has one hundred percent given you a hickey in the middle of a crowded room (club? bar? who knows?) just because he saw a couple of folks looking your way with eyes that lingered too long. If someone tries to flirt, he is not shy at all about speaking up or pulling you behind him ("Sorry, this one's taken, lad. Go find someone else for the night.")

He will also mark you up too with all the hickies and scratches but he loves when you do the same to him. Honestly, the more hickies the better. If you give him any, he WILL walk around shirtless just to show them off. (Price scolds you for quote, "defacing government property")

Gaz

In my head Gaz isn't like. super kinky. He just seems so sweet in the games. I could be totally wrong though and he could be a kinky bastard (drop your Gaz HCs). But this is MY HEAD, welcome to the terror dome.

Yeah, Gaz isn't super possessive in a kinky way, but he does like when people know you're together. He'll slip an arm around you, or put his hand in yours. At one point as a joke you got a shirt printed with his face on it that said "Gaz's Guy/Gal" and he thought it was the funniest thing ever.

If someone comes up to flirt with you he's pretty quick to intervene. He will slip between you and the person and try to redirect them away- but if it comes down to it, he will knock a guy out for flirting with his partner despite a plethora of rejections and "no"s.

Alejandro

Alejandro is PASSIONATE deadass, and doesn't give a shit about who is watching. He'll pick up your hands and kiss them any time any where, or hold your face, or he will just stare into your eyes from across the room. The tension is palpable, you can palp it.

When it comes to showing you off or being possessive, he's more defensive. He will stand between you and the person coming to flirt with you and square up, just to remind them that this is not their place or purpose.

Afterward, he of course kisses you and makes love to you rather intensely ("Amor de mi vida, no one can do this to you, and even if they were lucky enough they wouldn't do this like I do"). And no matter what, you wouldn't let anyone else do that to you, because it's true- no one could do this (or you) like he can. Also he's vocal- he lets the both of you be heard if he's enjoying himself and he wants everyone to know that those sounds from your mouth were because of him.

[yourdailyangel]

Im lovin the nicknames for astarion so I had a req

How would he be if tav wanted a child? Bio or not doesn't matter

Aww so cute anon! I hope you like it! Let me know!

(TW: this mentions pregnancy/Children if you do not agree or is uncomfortable with this please DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER!!!!!)

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It was a quiet night in the city not much has gone on during the day so everyone was very relaxed actually!

You and astarion are in your own room away from the crowd of people that's gathering downstairs in the inn.

It's a pretty inn actually! Of course it is astarion picked it!

You were quietly reading a nursery book in a cozy corner of the room, you don't know why but you thought hard and long about having a family and you wanted at least one child.

So you with a soft flap of the pages in the book closing as the hit together you walk over to astarion who is pondering while looking out the candle lit window.

"Yes my little love?" He had a soft gentle smile on his face as he turned to you, welcoming you into his embrace.

As you found yourself in his arms you felt so safe and you were! Astarion would burn millions of worlds if it kept you safe and happy, so you thought about how to bring it up to him. So you decided to just blurt it out.

"I want a baby" you said softly but loud.

"W-what?" Astarion doesn't stutter much I mean it takes a lot to get him to that point.

So you repeated "I want a baby"

You looked up at him, his eyes a bit wide with the shock but also gentle.

"A baby?" He paused his brows furrowed down a bit as he gets lost in thought for a bit.

eventually he comes back to reality and softly says "Me? A father?"

It's not like he's never thought of but after everything he's been through he tossed those things away. But after you explained your feelings about it and your reasoning he paused again "If .. that is what you want my love''

(Fast forward a bit I'm gonna throw in some head canons for you anon!❤️☺️)

Of course astarion doesn't mind if your child is biological or not!

He just wants them happy and healthy!

If your child is biological astarion is VERYYYYY protective of you during the whole pregnancy!

He attends to your every need (even more so)

You WILL have the best medical care gold can buy!

During the labor he does get nervous he knows anything can happen so he doesn't wish to leave your side!

After the birth again he will be nervous to actually hold the baby but just give him a bit of encouragement and he'll be okay!

If your child is adopted he's pretty much the same just minus the pregnancy part!

Your child will be the star in his eye!

He's also very protective of your child as well

Obviously they WILL be spoiled but respectful

He will always listen to their concerns and worries and if he needs extra guidance on the matter he will seek you out!

If the child has a nightmare well move over y/n because they will be sleeping with you both right in middle!

Astarion is a great father! He even shocked himself of how much he adores fatherhood!

It's a 10/10!!

[miniherodesktales]

Day 15: Virus

Kryten shook his head.

'It's not good news, sirs,' he said quietly. 'His Light Bee is getting weaker.'

'You saying he's done for?' Lister whispered.

'I'm sorry, the anti-virus has failed. The Light Bee is maintaining his projection for now, but I fear his mind has already gone.'

'And there wasn't much of that to lose in the first place...' The Cat wiped away a tear with his silk handerkerchief, ruining it.

'What do we do?' asked Lister.

'We should make him as comfortable as possible and say our goodbyes.'

'You mean switch him off?'

'His Light Bee is overheating and slowing down. He'll suffer less this way.'

***

The malware had trapped Rimmer inside of his own mind. All around him the bunk room was fire. Rimmer sat on the floor with his head in his hands. He was waiting for rescue, but it was a long time in coming.

'You mean switch him off?' Lister said from the computer screen.

Rimmer looked up, startled.

'His Light Bee is overheating and slowing down. He'll suffer less this way.'

'No!' Rimmer shouted. 'I'm here! I'm still here!' He slammed his fist against the wall, making the screen shake. 'You idiots! Help me!' The flames swelled around him. 'Help me, please! Dave!' Helpless he sank to his knees. 'Help me,' he whispered.

'They can't hear you, boy, so all this shouting and screaming is an entirely futile waste of your energy and very limited time.'

Rimmer felt his heart sink. 'Not you,' he moaned. 'Not you.'

'I am here,' his father said. 'I'm the antivirus and I suggest you listen to me.'

Oh, of course. Thank you fate, thank you fortune.

Rimmer allowed himself to sink sideways onto the floor. He closed his eyes.

'Enough of that,' his father scolded. 'Think! You can't communicate with the outside world and you can't lie on the floor. What other options are open to you?'

'I don't know. I'm tired.'

'Sleep!' his father declared. He wrote it on the chalkboard, as loudly as he could. 'It is an option. But of course choosing to sleep now will only lead to....come on, you know this!'

'Death,' Rimmer groaned.

'Precisely. And you know death, Arnold. It's the only thing you were ever good at.'

Rimmer opened his eyes. He pushed himself upright.

'How can you say that to me?' he rasped. 'I'm your son, help me!' He held out a hand to his father.

Professor Rimmer stared at the hand. His own twitched slightly, before the look of contempt returned. He folded his hands behind his back and bent down, pushing his face close to Arnold's.

'Dying is your forte, boy,' he droaned. 'Dying and...'

'I'm fading,' Rimmer gasped, he sank back down. 'Help me...'

'Dying is what you are good at and....what is your other strength? Answer me! This isn't difficult. You've been doing it you're entire exsistence.'

Rimmer couldn't answer. He had no strength left.

***

Lister placed his hand just over Rimmer's. The projection was so weak he could see the mattress beneath him.

'See ya, Arnie,' he whispered.

***

Rimmer closed his eyes. He felt quite comfortable, really. Lister was holding his hand, but he had given up on him. They'd all given up on him.

He began to dream, his dying mind throwing up all sorts of final memories before it would shut die for good.

He remembered nearly dying of malnutrition, but he hadn't. He had nearly died in the Great Io disaster when a volcanic explosion so powerful had wiped out one of the neighbouring bio-domes - he'd gotten lucky. Then there was the time Howard had nearly drowned him by pushing his head down the toilet. And when Porky had thrown him in the septic tank. Being tied to a spit; getting too close to an exploding scutter; sepsis; attacked by malfunction andriod....radiaition leak...ok, so that last one had taken him out, but frankly it was bucking trend.

It was the pattern in his life. He nearly died but clawed his way back out of pure stubborness. The world hated him, wanted him dead, well he wasn't going to go. The world was suffer a little longer with him in it.

Rimmer tore his eyes open. Pushed himself to his feet.

'Yes!' his father encouraged. He turned to write on the chalk board. It read: spite. 'You can choose to live. That is your option. Dying and surviving through sheer stubbornness and obstinacy. That is your talent, lad!'

Rimmer walked through the flames to the computer screen. He stepped up onto the chair and began to push his way through. His hands and arms melted though the glass.

He was about to duck through when his father said,' Arnie, I did the best I could.'

Rimmer blinked, then said, 'No you didn't.' And he left, leaving his father to the flames.

***

Kryten was astonished.

'Sirs, his Light Bee, it's turned itself back on! Working at 20% functionality. No, 50%, 60%, 80% - he's coming back to us!'

Rimmer opened his eyes. He was struggling to sit up as the Cat threw his arms around his neck.

'It's good to have you back, Goalpost Head! I still hate you!'

'I hate you more,' Rimmer rasped back.

Lister squeezed his forearms, beaming. 'I thought you were a gonna, man. Welcome back, Iron Balls.'

'Sir, I don't understand!' Kyrten cried. 'You were dead! Your Light Bee had shut down, but then it reactivated. How did you do that?'

'I'm very stubborn,' said Rimmer. 'You're all idiots for giving up on me.'

[c0zy-fluff]

Uhhhhhh- new StarStudent hc if (based off the new PPT book that literally released a day ago I think-)

Sooo, y'all probably heard abt all the boys in the Smiling Critters group (mostly CatNap and DogDay) being thrown shade at, right? Wellllll, stumbled across these two bios according to the book regarding Kickin n Bubba

Apparently Bubba's getting ignored for his explanation (probably being thought as annoying/boring?) and ofc, Kickin having a 'tough guy' facade to cover up his scared lil mind (I feel so bad for all of the boys- /gen)

Sooooo, hc time! This time, split into two! (for both sides to be comforted 🥹)

Bubba telling ppl knowledgeable stuff, but no one wants to hear it :(

Whenever Bubba is telling someone some new information and they're ignoring him, he feels like he's only just annoying them at that point cuz they don't seem to care about what Bubba's 'nerdy facts' have to say. Bubba would most definitely feel bad about this, so he'd cut himself off in the middle of an explanation, when he notices the person he's talking looks like not listening at all and they feel like they're being tortured by a lecture, apologize for wasting their time, and then walk off. Bubba would probably then sit in a corner and his face would be buried within the pages of a book as a way to try and distract himself.

Kickin, who's walking around aimlessly, would notice that Bubba is all alone, sitting in the corner, and face buried within his book. He'd then question Bubba why he's sitting all alone and in a corner and Bubba would look up from his book and tell him that he was just 'annoying people again for the umpteenth time with 'boring' facts no wants to listen to' and that he'd just want to take his mind off what happened. Kickin realizing that Bubba feels ignored and like he's annoying, he wants to make Bubba feel better, but he doesn't know how to.

Then an idea strikes him. He then turns to Bubba and then asks him something trivial like "Why is the sky blue?", "Why do people's hands feel cold when the weather/season isn't even near cold?", etc. and Bubba would then look at Kickin for reassurance that it's okay if he can go off on his explanations and facts and then Kickin nodded. For every word that Bubba said, Kickin listened; he never looked annoyed, he never told Bubba to stop mid-sentence, and he didn't feel like he was being tortured by Bubba's fact lectures. He just wanted to listen to Bubba. And that nod was all that Bubba needed to reassure himself that he's not as annoying as he thinks he is.

Kickin feeling like his 'cool guy' facade is starting to fade/crumble to his feet (basically he scared :( )

Kickin was most likely bullied as a small chick before he met anyone in the group, which is most likely the cause of why he's doing this facade. Kickin would feel like that if he doesn't have any confidence or even self control in himself, he'll have to go through being bullied all over again, hence why he'd act like he was one of the coolest members of the group. Bubba saw through this facade of Kickin's, but never publicly spoke out about it due to not wanting to start a fight w/ Kickin or potentially shatter Kickin's ego, in front of everyone.

Until one day, Kickin was running away from his own fears and those fears unfortunately engulfed him in a storm of thoughts such as "You're not as cool as you think", "This is all fake", "None of this is real", "Get over yourself", etc. This was starting to make the chicken reach his breaking point and his facade slowly started to crack open and tears start to break out from the brink of his eyes. So, Kickin ran into a forest filled with plenty of fresh air from the trees and tried to look at anything to keep his thoughts down.

Bubba noticed Kickin running into the forest and wondered what he was up to this time. Unfortunately, he noticed that the chicken was in distress and up against a tree. Although he knew it was a facade to keep his cool, he didn't expect this side of Kickin to be THAT bad. Bubba then spoke out to Kickin and then Kickin flinched at the sudden noise and looked in the direction of Bubba. But Kickin then looked in the opposite direction before Bubba could properly take in the stressful look on the chicken's face and attempted to scoot away in hopes that Bubba didn't see him like how he looks now. Bubba took a seat on the grass next to Kickin and asked him what was wrong, but Kickin refused to answer; not like this. After a few moments, Bubba spoke up again and said that he can't help Kickin if he doesn't explain himself first.

So, Kickin took a deep breath and then went on about how he feels like he has to wear this mask while being known as the 'cool kid' cuz if he doesn't, then he assumes that if he lets out his true colors, he's going to experience the same pain that he felt as a chick. Bubba takes note of this and tells Kickin that he and the others would never do that to him, no matter what he acts like; cool kid or not.

Bubba then tells Kickin that he and everyone else in the group like him the way he is and that they genuinely care for him, whether it be under his cool guy facade or if it's Kickin actually being soft w/ others. Kickin understands Bubba and gives him a big smile and puts his arms out to wrap Bubba in a nice, comforting hug. Kickin thanks Bubba cuz he really needed to hear that due to the overwhelming thoughts he had a few moments ago, before Bubba came in to help him out.

Bubba returns the hug and welcomes Kickin, saying that he's great the way he is and he tells Kickin that doesn't need to change a single thing or worry about his cool guys facade cracking, just as long as he's being himself. Just as long as Kickin's being Kickin.

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WOOO!! THIS TOOK LONG,, I LOVE THEM SMMM ALONG W/ A BIT OF HURT/COMFORT- 💙💛

(im almost done w/ the tiny wip i just released a few hours ago btw)

[fountainpenguin]

im trying to explain foop's alt personality to a friend, do you have any posts explaining the existence of the guy bc i could swear you do but cant find them.

I love him!! He's named Hiccup in my fanfics and tagged on my blog as #alternate bat prince. He'll also get a full character profile on my sideblog, but he has a short bio for now.

I love the alt personality so much because it really drives home how much Foop broke during his time in Abracatraz... which gets more horrifying once you remember time was frozen and he was probably in there for a good 30 to 40 years, separated from his parents or friends his age, unable to grow up.

One of the overarching themes in FOP is how poorly the Fairies treat others while acting like they're superior and kind, and Foop is one of the best characters to show how Fairies fawn over kids of their own race vs. how Anti-Fairy babies are regarded with suspicion. The Fairies threw a 1-day-old in maximum security prison and left him there. And that REALLY put Foop through the wringer.

From his second episode of existence, you can tell he's changed since his debut episode, and that he's confused by what's happening to him. He blinks in alarm when he switches early on and speaks about himself in a different way than he does both before and after that moment (Ex: Refers to himself as "we" at one point). You can tell he's in a weird adjustment period, and seems to have adjusted to life with his alt personality much more in later episodes.

And this alt personality doesn't go away. He debuted in Season 7, returns in Season 8, and then cameos several times in Seasons 9 and 10 (indicated by certain hand gestures, voice shifts, and extra eye highlights when he switches)

"Man's Worst Friend" (S10) is a really good example, especially the scene where Anti-Sparky says he'd like to have Foop for dinner and you immediately get the chubby cheeks, clasped hands, and gushing about how nice of an event that would be.

He's a very deliberate, long-term addition to the show and I love that about him so much. I'm so glad he wasn't a one-episode joke. No....... no. Foop has a lot of trauma and it never goes away, even when it's not the episode's focus.

It's so cool that you can still see these subtle signs of his alt personality even when the episode doesn't make it part of the plot. Such a nice way to see the long-term effects of his childhood trauma while also being super clear that Foop is a well-rounded, well-written person who is still growing up and living his life.

I love that this didn't become Foop's entire characterization, nor was he portrayed as "a polite, misunderstood boy with a super evil scary alt personality." Nah. Foop causes trouble because he's Foop and he wants people to fear him. The alter is a totally separate thing to unpack (A newborn was separated from his mother and locked in solitary confinement during early development).

His alt personality exists and is part of him, but only two of his episodes truly emphasize it. The rest depict more subtle shifts. I just love it so much... the thought that went into this and the quiet commitment to having the alt personality show up in later episodes. Foop is one of my favorite characters and I love exploring his life.

My favorite thing about the alt personality is that it's very easy to glance at him and say "Oh, he's the stereotypical 'good' personality and Foop is the 'evil' one." And then you take another 30 seconds to get to know them and you're like "Oh. OH... oh my gosh. Why is he like that?"

I am specifically referring to him taking one look at Poof and cooing, "Does Mr. Popular want to fight??" Hey...

HERE is an outdated video showing all the personality switch moments I saw. I've found more switch moments since then (Ex: In "Fairly Odd Fairy Tales," some I missed in "Man's Worst Friend," there's one in "Certifiable Super Sitter," another in "Terrible Twosome" that's separate from Foop experiencing the Terrific Twos effects). I'd like to make an updated one sometime in 2025.

HERE is my post about the music switch in "Best of Luck," which happens to align with Irep holding his hands in a way only his alt personality did in the OG series. No idea if that was intentional, but I did laugh a lot. Why did they have Irep do that hand gesture at that exact moment. The gesture only the alt personality uses. Hey. what.

HERE is a post about Hiccup's relationship/connection with Poof.

HERE is the announcement post for a one-shot I wrote from Hiccup's POV in high school

Happy New Year!

[ordowrites]

I want it to be known the C for Cum point on the Wanderer post gave me like the most intense brainrot- Like now I just have the mental image of trans Wanderer with like an intense breeding kink and equally as intense baby fever and like he keeps trying to breed his partner but he can't because he has no dick and no fertile cum so dude is just going through the most intense "I would knock you up if I could" type shit-

Like bro is just going through the nightmare of every lesbian and trans-man that just wants bio-kids and that is going to live in my head rent free for the next month because honestly I fucking feel that so hard bro-

oh my god anon, i feel you on this. it has to be a common thing amongst us XD

BUT this has inspired me so-

cw: breeding kink, afab reader, notsfw, use of toys, biting.

trans!wanderer is ago~

You'd seen him watching families come and go on the streets each day, a thin frown on his beautiful face - you think he looks envious most of the time and always considered asking if he wants to have children (but never quite doing so because you know you'll get a snappy response in return).

Perhaps, you've entertained the thought of a family with him - biological children are off the table for you both but adoption isn't a bad thought. Or hell, maybe finding out how his creator made him and mimicking that if he wants.

Whatever would make him happy.

Baby fever hits him pretty hard on the bad days - those are the days he'll shove you onto the bed, all but rip your clothes off - fingers working at your cunt until you're begging for mercy. He knows all of your spots to make you cum quickly, easier to make you ready for whatever strap on or toy he's picked out for your quivering hole.

His breath is always hot at your hear, needy moans escaping his pretty lips as he shoves himself against you.

"Imagine," he'd groan and growl against your ear, nipping at your earlobe. His movements are erratic, desperate - he's close himself and you're already a mess of your own slick, the fake semen from the dildo, and his. He always makes a mess of you. "You round and plump with my babies, my children. Mine." He bites at your breasts, focusing particularly on making you keen and whimper, sensitive buds perked and ready.

You cannot mistake the need in those violet hues, the desperation - and you sure as shit wish you could give him what you wanted.

The thought makes you clench around the toy, makes him cum - squirt - himself. There's bruises on your wrists from where he'd grabbed you, bite marks on your chest and neck, claw marks along his back and shoulders.

He'd cage you in for a few minutes - breathing hard as you kiss his face in a sloppier, wet manner as you stroke his hair that feels too real to belong to a puppet. You'd quietly assure him that you love him so so much and he'd only grunt in response.

It would be an immaculate conception, you think. Wouldn't it? You're tired, but he's hoisting your legs up on his shoulders. It's never a one time deal - not with him, never with the Wanderer. When he does something, he makes sure he does it multiple times. Until you're both exhausted, until he's satiated and content. The Wanderer never sings you praises, but he certainly does whenever the baby fever strikes him.

So, every time, all you can do is spread your legs wider, wrap your arms around his shoulders, and pull him close.

[agentrouka-blog]

Random Question: but do you think Jon might return to the Winterfell crypts when his consciousness is in Ghost and meet Lyanna? (and this where "do dont belong here" wil mean "your life is not over yet") it could be the one way how Jon finds out about his parents without having to believe a third person he never met going "trust me bro, ned was not your bio dad"

I'm sceptical of this, mainly because this isn't really how the afterlife works.

In Varamyr's prologue chapter, we are given the POV of a dying man and in the moments before his consciousness transfers into the wolf, we get a glimpse of death and previously described my the woods witch:

"Your little one is with the gods now," the woods witch told his mother, as she wept. "He'll never hurt again, never hunger, never cry. The gods have taken him down into the earth, into the trees. The gods are all around us, in the rocks and streams, in the birds and beasts. Your Bump has gone to join them. He'll be the world and all that's in it." [...] Then both were gone and he was rising, melting, his spirit borne on some cold wind. He was in the snow and in the clouds, he was a sparrow, a squirrel, an oak. A horned owl flew silently between his trees, hunting a hare; Varamyr was inside the owl, inside the hare, inside the trees. Deep below the frozen ground, earthworms burrowed blindly in the dark, and he was them as well. I am the wood, and everything that's in it, he thought, exulting. A hundred ravens took to the air, cawing as they felt him pass. A great elk trumpeted, unsettling the children clinging to his back. A sleeping direwolf raised his head to snarl at empty air. Before their hearts could beat again he had passed on, searching for his own, for One Eye, Sly, and Stalker, for his pack. His wolves would save him, he told himself. That was his last thought as a man.

Consciousness dissolves into the natural world, a peaceful rejoining of the self into a larger whole. This is why a reversal of this process always leads to an incomplete person, as with Beric and certainly with Lady Stoneheart.

Varamyr disrupts this process of dying with his warging power and transfers his consciousness into a wolf, where it will slowly fade into the animal. Jon will bide his time inside his wolf after being stabbed, as well. He won't travel a nonexistent afterlife and meet ghosts. In GRRM's world, there are none.

Essentially, there is no Lyanna for Jon to meet anymore. There hasn't been since the day she died.

The only miraculous post-humous maternal reunion we can look forward to is probably that of Arya and Lady Stoneheart. Which will doubtlessly mirror the revelation of Jon's mother in the sense that it is distorted, painful and only ever an opportunity to better understand a person that is already gone, in the face of a death that has already occured.

He's going to have to trust a third party on this. And I think he'll understand how much sense it makes. Some part of him probably already suspects. Why else did he go from guilelessly playing in the crypts with his siblings to highly symbolic dreams of something terrifying lurking in the crypts that he must face. He'll know it's true. He'll fight it, because it's painful and so much worse than the lie, but he'll know.

[blossom-works]

His Sunshine

Agent Leon S. Kennedy has been through hell after hell. Never having a break from the chaos. His heart has hardened over the years since Raccoon, leading him to turn to alcohol for temporary release. Who would have thought that fighting bioterrorism was the reason that Agent Leon S. Kennedy found his peace and comfort?

Warnings: Mentions of child/human trafficking, death of children, alcoholism

*OC is Asian cause let's face it, Leon has a thing for Asians (Ada and Shen Mei)

When He First Met the Sun

"Hunnigan, what the hell are you trying to say?"

Through the heavy-duty phone screen, a woman with brunette hair has to inform her long-time friend and co-worker of the horrors of his upcoming assignment.

"We have intel that whoever is in charge of creating this strain of the virus is using children to spread the disease. Trafficked children..."

"Jesus fucking Christ." Instead of taking another shot of pure liquor, Leon opts to drink straight from the bottle. The burning liquid glides down his throat, numbing the man even more.

"The president has created a specific team for this assignment. He wants you and the BSAA to partner up with an agent from the FBI. She was specifically asked for by Chris Redfield."

"Chris is on this mission too?"

"The president wanted his expertise in this. It'll be a four-man team. You, Chris Redfield, Jill Valintine, and the FBI agent. Chris said that he'll be picking you up at your current location. You are to meet the FBI agent at 1500." Hunnigan hangs up the call, leaving the drunken man to his own endeavors.

Just when the hell is this hell going to end? Since '98, things have only gone downhill. It seems that all Leon ever does is fight these bio-engineered monsters while losing people by the hundreds. This is hell. Leon is living in hell. A never-ending cycle of death and carnage.

By the time Chris gets to the bar, Leon has already finished one entire bottle of tequila. Lord knows how Leon's liver is doing. Stumbling, Leon leaves the bar to stumble in Chris' car. On his way out he forgot to pay his tab, which Chris had to pay for (but not forgetting to make a mental note that Leon owes him).

"You reek of alcohol." Chris grimaces as he rolls down the back windows.

"Yeah, so? You smoke."

"Not as much as your drink."

Chris opens the glove compartment to pull out a file. "Here, you can go over the mission on our way to the FBI headquarters. That is if you're sober enough to even read."

Leon snatches the file from Chris, mumbling how he can read "Thank you very much". He has to shake his head to get his eyesight to work. The contents of the folder are gruesome. Pictures and names of children that have gone missing fill the thick folder. Some of the last few papers are of what is suspected to be people in charge.

"Hunnigan told me that you recommended an FBI agent to the president."

"Yeah, she's the youngest sister of one of my buddies back in the day. She works in the department of human trafficking and child exploitation. She's only worked there for about two years, but she's one of the best in the field."

"Hold on, you said she's only been employed for a little less than a year? She's a rookie!"

Chris scoffs. "And? As I said, she's currently one of the best agents that specialize in this field. If we're going to accomplish this mission, we're going to need her expertise."

"And how old is this chick?"

Doing some quick math in his head, Chris answers "23".

"She's a kid."

"And she's one of the best the FBI has to offer. That says a lot, Leon." Chris further defends. He must really believe in this chick's skills to defend her like this, Leon concludes. Shutting up, the two men travel to the agency in silence.

FBI Headquarters:

In a small room sits three people. DSO agent Leon S. Kennedy. BSAA operator Chris Redfield. BSAA agent Jill Valentine. Each of them has folders and folders of information that was apparently collected by the FBI agent they will be working with. Impressive for a woman who only has less than a year's worth of experience.

The door clicks open and reveals a woman of Asian descent with a short stature wearing a basic black and white suit, with three-inch stilettos. Her black hair is tied into a high ponytail that stops at the nape of her neck. Her features are soft and the color of her skin tells people that she most likely came from a bloodline of Southeast Asians.

"Apologies for the wait. The president sent someone to deliver some useful information."

Jill asks what that information is.

"That we are given almost all clearance to the highest level. With the president's approval, we can obtain Pentagon-sealed information. Not even the CIA can tell us 'no." You sits down at the last empty seat.

"Woah, it seems he really wants us to catch these guys."

Lean speaks up, "Then we should get started."

You go over the contents of the mission. For a woman who has been working as a federal agent for less than a year, your work ethic is top-tier. Even Leon silently admits that you are well-equipped for your job. And you are sort of a cutie. You talk about how the FBI and CIA are certain that BOWs are stemming from trafficked children. Any questions they have, are answered a couple minutes later during your presentation.

At the end of your presentation, you address the elephant in the room. "So now that I've told you everything that I know. It's time you tell me how to deal with BOWs."

Chris is the first to speak up. "Shoot them in the head. It's the only way to kill them." You nod.

"Are you up for it?"

To you, it sounds like Leon is challenging your competency. He wants to know if you will be a hindrance on this mission. Sure, you are a smart cookie but how will you hold up facing a human-turned-monster? Can you hold yourself in battle? Or will you need to be babysat along the way? In truth, Leon wants to prepare himself when he eventually loses another person in this cycle of hell.

"Agent Kennedy, I understand the reasoning behind your question. In truth, I don't know. Unlike the three of you, I have never encountered a BOW." A sufficient and honest answer. You go on further. "This mission is a give and take. I give you my expertise on human trafficking and child exploitation, you give me the galls to kill those things. You teach me how to kill BOWs, I give you the information you need to outsmart these bastards and get these kids out of hell."

Standing up, you tell your team that you will meet up here again tomorrow, at six sharp. Only this time, it will be at the FBI's helipad. The rumored place of operation is near the Mexican border. The four of you will be stationed in a remote area in Southern Texas for the duration of the mission.

Texas:

"Hey, why do you wake up so early in the morning? Are you getting some extra work in?" Jill asks as the four of you are eating some take-out.

On day two, your teammates kept asking you why they were waiting before barging into the supposed hideout. You understood that for them, barging in with the information you have is a norm for them. But they forget that they are not just dealing with BOWs but human trafficking. If any piece of the collected information is wrong, it could jeopardize the entire mission. You told them, "I'd willingly turn into one of those mutants before compromising the children's chance of freedom."

They stopped bugging you after that. The three of them stepped back to let you take the reigns. They really did forget that there is another part to this mission other than to exterminate BOWs.

"Sort of. I wake up early to do my morning workouts."

It is no surprise that you work out. Everyone in this damn house works out, but to do it so early in the morning and not take a nap during the day is crazy.

"Why so early?"

You shrug your shoulders. "I usually wake up early to go running at the park near my place, but since we're not in D.C., I'm extending my workout to make up for it." The conversation is then directed to how you know Chris.

"My brother was his junior in the Air Force. Redfield once came to our home back in Georgia for...was it Christmas or Thanksgiving of '93?"

"It was Thanksgiving. Your mom invited my family to come over."

"Wait a minute...You were born in '87, so that would make you either six or seven at the time." Jill says.

You and Chris hum before Chris starts teasing you. "She was so infatuated with me at the time that she kept calling me her 'boyfriend'."

Groaning, you throw a pen at Chris who ends up catching it. To further your embarrassment, Jill and Lean start laughing. You can feel the tips of your ears getting hot.

"Dammit Redfield, I was six at the time! Stop bringing up old shtick!" You huff.

"What? It was cute how you would want to sit next to me. You even 'fought' your own mom because she sat in 'your' spot." Chris turns his head and whispers to his other colleagues, "She was so cute I still have photos from that day", making them laugh even more. "Side note: Why do you keep calling me by my last name? We've known each other since we started 'dating."

"Because we're on the job. When we aren't working together I'll start calling you Chris again." You say as you roll your eyes. Getting Chris to stop embarrassing you is equivalent to getting a pig to fly. It is never going to happen. "Plus given the age hierarchy, you're the oldest one here, grandpa."

"A grandpa you once called your boyfriend," Chris smirks. To an outsider, it might seem like Chris and you are flirting, but you are not. One, because it would basically be pedophilia considering you two met at the respective ages of six and twenty. And two, because you and Chris see each other as siblings it would also be a case of incest if the two of you were flirting.

Half-joking you say, "I guess I've always been into older men."

To get the attention off of you, you then ask how Jill and Leon know Chris. Like they did, you sat and listened to their (less embarrassing) stories. By the end of the night, you find yourself getting a bit closer to Leon and Jill. Chris excuses himself to take a call and Jill excuses herself to take a shower. Leaving you and Agent Kennedy on the ground floor.

Leon is the one to break the silent barrier, albeit, not in the greatest way.

"So, you're into older men huh?" You can practically hear his smirk from behind the laptop.

You decide to humor the man and play along. "What's it to you?"

Leon shrugs. "I don't know, maybe after we finish this mission we can go grab dinner sometime?"

"Are you asking me on a date Agent Kennedy?"

"Depends on if you say yes."

"What if I say no?"

"Then it could be two friends having dinner together." Leon shrugs again. You chuckle and shake your head in amusement. You close the laptop and place your intertwined hands on top of it.

"I don't do flings, Kennedy." You tell the man honestly, making sure to make direct eye contact to show Leon how serious you are. Leon holds his hands up in surrender.

"Then we can go out as friends." He compromises. "There's nothing wrong with two friends hanging out over a meal, and it wouldn't count as a fling."

You are not opposed to the idea, but you do want to poke fun at the legendary Leon S. Kennedy. "I'm afraid not. I don't consider us friends, Kennedy. We're co-workers."

"What if I believe that we're friends?"

"Then I guess we're at a standoff." You tease.

Leon takes the challenge. "Then I guess I'll have to convince you otherwise."

You stand up and throw away your takeout container. Grabbing the laptop you head upstairs to where the rooms are. "I guess so," you call out from the stairs.

When He First Felt the Sun's Rays

Your apartment is filled with the scent of different herbs and spices. A harmonious smell that you hate the fact that you have to open your balcony door to let some fresh air in. Your hair is held up by a clip and you are in a white shirt, a thin flannel, and a pair of jean shorts. Classic "girl next door" look. You take a piece of laffa and dip it into the hummus. You have music playing in the background as you finish grilling the chicken kabobs.

You get a notification on your phone that there is someone at your front door and not a second later, they are knocking. Wiping your hands on a kitchen towel and turning down the heat, you answer the door.

"Hey, Leon." Your old colleague greets you back with a bouquet of parchment-wrapped flowers. Thanking him, you let him inside of your apartment and find a place to put the flowers. Walking into the open concept room, you yell out to the DSO agent.

"And don't forget to take off your shoes!"

Leon immediately kicks his shoes off and is hit with a waft of comforting spices. "Smells good in here."

"Thanks, I hope you like Middle Eastern food 'cause that's gonna be dinner. If you're a bit hungry I left out some hummus and laffa out on the island counter."

"Laffa?" Leon asks but still takes a piece of the bread and dips it into the bowl of pureed chickpeas.

"It's a flatbread. Think of Indian naan."

"Did you make it yourself?"

"No, I bought the hummus and bread from a local Middle Eastern restaurant nearby. Everything else though is from scratch."

Leon tries to go around the island to offer you his help but his left foot steps on something soft. A loud "arf" scares Leon and forces him to look down. A body of blond hair scurries across the floor towards you, scratching at your legs.

"Oh shit, I didn't mean to step on your dog." Leon apologizes. The medium-sized dog is now in your arms, seeking your comfort.

You wave off Leon's apology. "Don't worry about it. Shiloh always gets so excited to meet new people that she forgets to stay out of the way. It was an honest mistake so no biggie."

Leon manages to walk around without stepping on a dog this time. He reaches his hand out to pet the top of the dog's head as another apology. It accepts his apology and their tail starts wagging again.

"Her name's Shiloh, huh? What breed is she?"

You put Shiloh on the ground so you can put the kabobs on a platter. "An English Cocker Spaniel. I got her while I was still living in Georgia."

Leon is too busy with your dog to listen to you. He is bent down on one knee and Shiloh is climbing onto him. Begging him to keep petting her.

"Leon!"

"Huh? What?"

You roll your eyes and place your hands on your hips. "I asked if you could help me set up the table."

"Oh, yeah, sure." He spits out in embarrassment.

Together, you get the table ready for your fourth date in a row. Since you got back from Texas, Leon has not stopped pestering you to agree to go on a date with him. The first date was the unofficial date and the second was the first date. Making this date at your apartment the third official date with Leon. To your surprise, Leon is a total gentleman. You thought men like him liked to "date" women for a while in the name of fun. So far, Leon has only been able to change half your mind about him.

The unofficial date was a simple walk in the park followed by lunch at a diner. The second (first) date was at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History where you could geek out. Leon found your dorkiness cute. The third (second) date was a nice dinner at a steakhouse. Leon found out that you gave the waitress your card and told her that you would be paying for yourself. When you parted ways, Leon told you that he would get back at you for your little stunt. And the fourth (third) date is dinner at your apartment.

During your dates, including the unofficial one, the two of you have been getting to know each other a lot better. The two of you talked about your childhoods, hobbies, and stupid shit you did as a kid. Leon is a little confused as to why you failed to mention you have a dog.

Leon hums in delight. "The food is good. Didn't think you would be such a good cook."

"All thanks to my mom who would drag me and my sister to the kitchen whenever she would cook." You shiver at the unpleasant memories. "What about you? Do you cook?"

"Not like you," Leon answers honestly. "Just basic meals."

"Mmm...sounds sad." Leon laughs as he agrees with you.

Dinner went by wonderfully and Leon even helped you clean up. You purposefully put some food in a separate Tupperware for later. After the table is clean and the dishes are done, you propose that the two of you play a couple games of Smash Brothers, igniting the competitive side of Leon. Sitting next to each other, you try to kill off the other's character. After some 1v1 games, you paired up to play against bots in 2v2 games. To further challenge Leon's competitive side, you switched to Mario Cart. You end up getting a text from one of your neighbors to quiet down.

The reason why you two are now cuddled on your couch, watching an old Barbie movie. Why is the famous Agent Leon S. Kennedy watching an early 2000s Barbie movie? Because you wanted to. That is all the reason Leon needs to watch the damn cliche, animated movie about a doll. Shiloh has plopped herself on the other side of Leon. Like you, she has nuzzled herself into his side. When the movie finishes, it is close to ten.

"Think it's time to call it a night?"

Reluctantly, Leon nods. For the duration of the movie, Leon has been petting Shiloh's head, lulling her to sleep. By now, your dog is fast asleep in doggy dreamland. Getting off of your date, you head to the kitchen to grab something. Stretching his legs, Leon gets off the couch and heads to the foyer. When he turns around to say "bye", Leon is surprised to find you standing behind him with a cloth-covered item.

"Here, it's some leftovers from tonight's dinner. Just heat the bread in the oven so it won't get soggy."

For some reason, the gesture warms Leon to his core. Never once has he had a woman pack him leftovers. Not even his own mother. The sweet act touches Leon so much that it sort of scares him. Like scares him, scares him, and scares him because he wants more of you this. Your soft face and sweet eyes. Fidgeting your feet because you are embarrassed. The soft smile on your lips is just screaming at Leon to kiss you.

"Thanks...I'll remember that." Grateful, Leon takes the meal from you and the two of you awkwardly stand in your foyer. "So, uhh...I'll be off now."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll walk you out."

The two of you step out of your apartment and hug each other. Unlike your previous hugs, this one is tighter and longer and more intimate. You have to force yourself to release the hug or else you risk never letting go of the man. You whisper a "good night" to Leon and he returns the favor. Deciding that life is too short, you pull Leon back to you. Cupping his cheeks, you bring his face to yours and you kiss the irritatingly attractive man.

There are a few times Leon has been surprised. Both good and bad surprises and Leon is more than happy to count this feat as a good, no, a wonderful surprise. He purses his lips and uses one hand to hold onto the widest part of your hips, bringing the two of you closer. The new closeness gives you a burst of confidence. In the silence of the hallway, you can hear the faint smacks from your lips on Leon's. Your left thumb rubs over the growing stubble on Leon's cheek.

Leon always thought that your lips looked supple and soft. Finally able to feel them the way he wants to, your lips are supple and soft with a dash of chapped. Who knew kissing you could feel so addicting? To calm the animal inside of him, Leon compels himself to pull away. His mind is going haywire when he feels a string of saliva break.

When you open your eyes, you look too good. More attractive than usual. Too attractive to the point where Leon has to chant "Not now. Not now. Not now." in his head. What puts a crack into Leon's self-control ability is when you peck his lips a few more times.

"Goodnight Leon."

Out of it, the only thing Leon can do is nod, making you laugh a bit. That is before you look over his shoulder, which is still hunched over from having to bend down to your height.

"I can see you two."

Your neighbors that have been nosily watching, quickly pop their heads inside their apartment and close the door. You smile and roll your eyes. "Neighbors." You kiss Leon's stubby cheek and shoo him away.

Leon gives you a charming smile and tells you that he will text you later. When he is a couple of steps away from the elevator, Leon hears you call out to your neighbors again.

"I can still see you two!"

When the Sun Knew He Would Clear the Dark Clouds to Let Her Shine

With his wrists tied together, Leon manages to use his legs to kick the infected away from him. JD is too inexperienced to aid Leon, so he needs to hurry or else they will both die in this hellhole. Before Leon can get the upper hand two shots are fired, killing the two infected. JD checks himself to make sure he is not bit or injured anywhere. Leon sits up and looks around to see who is responsible. It could be a friend or foe.

"You know when you said you'll wait for me to finish my case, I didn't think to find you in an underground bunker."

A part of Leon is relieved to see you, knowing that he has at least one person he can trust. The other part of Leon is PO-ed that you willingly threw yourself back into fighting BOWs. The DSO offered you a position for your extraordinary work back in Texas, but you declined. "I'm crazy to be doing what I do, but I'm not that crazy to fight BOWs for a living."

"What the hell are you doing here? How'd you find me?" Leon demands as you cut the restraints on his wrists.

Sarcastically, you ask him if that is how he greets you after you saved his ass from getting infected. "Hunnigan told me about your little stunt so she gave me your last known coordinates. I called your cell earlier which gave her a few seconds to find your general area. I followed the corpses, which is how I ended up here."

Before the conversation can go anywhere else, JD interrupts. "Woah! I knew American women were hot but seeing one of them in person is a whole lot better!"

You look at the punk male in disinterest. Comically, the guy tries his best to look cool but in fact, does the opposite. "So, you single?"

"Umm...I'm flattered but I'm actually getting married in a couple of months."

JD hunches over himself. "Awe man! Why are all the hot chicks always taken!"

"Probably 'cause she's with the hot guy next to you."

Confused, JD looks to his side and is face to face with Leon's brown sweater. Looking up, Leon is staring down at the short man with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Almost like he is challenging JD to say another stupid thing. The Eastern Slavic male nervously scratches the back of his head and whispers an apology to the American male.

Sighing, Leon tells JD that when he does decide to use the gun, to shoot the infected in the head for an instant kill. JD leads you and Leon further down the bunker and into a narrow hallway where a metal door is. Leon and JD try to pry the door open while you watch their backs. The grunts and noises from the door gain the infected's attention.

What creeps you out is that one of the infected's head slits open to reveal flesh-like tentacles. Leon calls out to you, telling you to get yourself on the other side of the door. A little annoyed that JD cannot force himself through the crack, you plant your foot on his back and manage to push him through the door. Leon tumbles inside the room after you and chains the door within a couple of seconds.

If you were not creeped out before, you definitely are now. When the three of you reach the surface, you end up witnessing how the citizens of this country are being infected. Like a scene from a sci-fi movie, an alien-looking creature is forced down a person's throat. Truly a parasite. The three of you take a quick break before reaching the cathedral. Uncharacteristically, Leon starts to once again, complain that he was shipped off here without anything to eat.

"Are you really that mad they didn't provide you with any breakfast? I get why you're pissed our vacation got cut short, but over breakfast?"

Leon shrugs his shoulders and looks at you like you are the crazy one. Then again, you are not surprised your fiance is bitching about not eating. The man gets hungry as fast as he gets hot. Seriously, if you are not blasting the AC at home, a puddle of sweat will form around Leon. Reaching into your vest, you pull out a wrapped snack.

Tossing it to him you say, "Here. Protein bar. Should hold you over for the next couple of hours." Leon thanks you a million times over, happy to finally have something in his stomach. You offer another bar to JD and he too thanks you for your generosity. You ask the two of them to fill you in on the missing details since you basically came to the country blinded.

When you and Leon eventually leave the cathedral thanks to JD's help, you end up meeting the woman who had Leon's heart long before you met him. A couple of minutes before meeting her, you told Leon to go ahead and go inside the parking garage. You will stay behind for a bit to make sure neither of you were followed. When you eventually go inside the parking garage, you spot Leon talking to a woman with short, black hair.

"So, shall we continue from that night?" She flirts.

Yes. You know who this woman is. In fact, you knew about her before you met your soon-to-be husband. Claire once told you about Leon when she used to crush on him. She would rant about how the DSO agent was practically wrapped around some other woman's finger. Who is this woman in question? Why, none other than the infamous Ada Wong. The woman that brings the ugly insecurities out of you.

"I don't think so, Ada. I don't know if you've heard but I'm getting married soon. Don't plan on fucking that up."

Ah, so the rumors are true. Who would have thought that the puppy she leashed years ago would slip off of its collar and run off to someone else?

"I heard. She must be something if she was able to steal you away." Ada taunts.

"She is. She's more than I could ever want and even a little more than that. She's the reason my endless cycle of hell has stopped. I'm not losing her." Leon wanted to add "And I was never yours to begin with," but he knew that was a lie. For the longest, Ada tugged at Leon's heart and even his soul. He could never get her out from the back of his mind even if he tried.

When he met you, that annoying gnat slowly started to disappear. You taught Leon how to live again, not just how to survive. When he was actually in D.C. and not somewhere else in the world, Leon looked forward to running with you and Shiloh every morning. Five days a week. To put it simply, Leon's hardened heart started to crack the more time he spent with you. There is no possible way to ever thank you for the light you bring to Leon's dark and lonely life.

Ada, as much as she hates to admit it, knows that Leon is telling the truth. He truly does cherish this woman. His eyes hold that conviction. She guesses that her game of cat and mouse with the former RPD is officially over. They both knew their past together would always be there, but now they would truly be going their separate ways. Her heart tugs a bit at the fact. Not that she would admit it out loud. She bids farewell to Leon before using her grappling gun to escape through the hole in the roof.

When Leon hears another pair of footsteps, he points his gun to his right, ready for another fight. He does not expect the love of his life to tackle him with so much force. Unknowingly, Leon cleared all of the insecurities you had about Ada. In fact, Leon would never know that you knew about his past with Ada or about her in general. Not even when he died as one of America's greatest heroes at the age of eighty-three.

When He Knew He Could Not Live Without His Sunshine

Leon knows how shitty his life has been since '98. Nothing seemed to be going right. In fact, it seemed that everything was going downhill since Raccoon. His apartment was bare as a result of how often Leon had to get up and leave at a moment's notice. Leon would drink his sorrows and pain away. He relied on alcohol, but now, he relies on you. A little too much he thinks but you do not mind. You know the shit he has seen and done. You know the shit he has to do to protect the innocent. You know the burdens Leon has to carry.

You make doing what he has to do a little bit easier every time he comes home. Leon used to wake up in an empty bed but now he wakes up to you sleeping next to him. Sometimes Shiloh will sleep between the two of you or favor one person over the other. On the rare occasions that he does get to sleep in, Leon loves to be woken up by you and Shiloh. You would have finished your morning workouts and have made breakfast. While Shiloh licks Leon's face, you kiss the one spot she missed, his lips. Probably because getting kissed on the lips by a dog is pretty gross, but you take what you can get.

Leon loves the quiet moments with you. The one where it seems like the world is in perfect harmony. No BOWs or maniacs wanting to turn the human race into the living dead. No orders from the president or the people under him. No guns. No explosions. Just you, him, and a cocker spaniel in the comforts of your shared home.

Leon loves it when the two of you cook together. You always seem to get a bit bitchy when things are not done your way in the kitchen (a trait that was passed down from your mother), but Leon deals with it. He tries to follow your instructions to the letter to make you proud. Even more so, he loves the end result. Sitting together at the table with delicious food the two of you made together.

Leon can list hundreds of reasons why he loves you, but it would never be enough. No list will ever be long enough for Leon to write down the different things he loves about you. About the things you bring into his life. His heart pounds whenever he thinks about you. He gets all giddy when he knows he is coming back home to you. He mourns the days when he has to leave because of some stupid assignment. It scares him whenever you put yourself in a battle against BOWs because you always have his back. Even if you hate BOWs as much as the next person.

The first time you shared an "I love you", Leon wanted to take you away to a secret location and live the rest of your lives there. Leon wants to be selfish and keep you all to himself, but then his sun will not be able to shine as brightly. Leon loves you. He desperately loves you. He will do just about any and everything to keep you by his side. Leon Scott Kennedy is hopelessly in love with you. It is the whole reason why he is at your childhood home in Georgia.

Knocking on the front door, he waits for one of your parents to open it. He called your parents a few days ago to tell them that he was coming to visit and asked if they could not tell you about it. Leon has just gotten back from a mission overseas so he looks a little roughed up, but he cannot let this opportunity slip. Your mother answers the door and lets Leon inside.

He is welcomed to a homemade meal, family style. A table set for three people. During the meal, your parents ask Leon what the hurry was. They worry that something has happened to you and Leon is here to bring them the horrible news.

"No. No. She's doing fine." Leon looks down at his watch. "In fact, she's probably on her way back to our place right now." The DSO agent knows your weekly schedule. He memorized it so he would always know the general area where he could find you if a disaster happened.

Leon looks directly at your father. "I came here to ask for your blessing to marry your daughter."

Yes, in the two years of knowing you and the year and a half of dating you, Leon Scott Kennedy wants to be with his sunshine for as long as time permits. His sunshine that gave his life anew. The sunshine that he loves dearly. His sunshine.

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P.S. I wrote this in two days when I should be focusing on my class work. Whoops...Stay focused kids.

[jangmi-latte]

Dating Lilia is pretty much dating a single dad. And I'm all for it. When he retires he'll live in a forest cottage with you and when you mention wanting kids (bio or adopted or BOTH) because you just love this single dad and want to raise kids with him and see how unconventional his methods are in person

something unimaginable sparked that's a whole 180 from how fluffy this ask is i'm sorry JWJGKJWKJ

knee ways, i'm seeing this in all pre-silver/sebek/malleus arc or they're just not here. so it's just you and lilia. that little cottage of his in the middle of the woods? he'll build and repair it as much as possible both with magic or with his own bare hands. war has done mental, physical, and magical damage on him so all he wants to do is just relax and reflect on everything that just happened.

it'll take quite some time for him to really know how to relax and not just suddenly jolt out of sleep because, not only with his fae senses, he still got the adrenaline of war still running through his veins. most especially since he's really protective of you? but lilia can adjust fairly quickly so when he finally gets the well needed retirement he deserves, that's when it dawns on him on just how quiet the house is. the size can fit at least a small family of four and there's only two of you so when you both discuss the want to expand your family, this fae is more than thrilled.

he's a fae, he has lived centuries, and he likes being in a familial group so he doesn't care whether it be biological or adopted. it's rare for faes to reproduce biologically, so if you do indeed have at least one biological child, he's still has to get used to treating her/him like a LEAF. if you adopted one that's already fairly near the toddler age, you need to constantly remind him that that's a CHILD not baul.

but, trust in maleficia when she made lilia vanrouge to look after the country, that this man is probably one of the best fathers among the cast. even with his ethically questioning methods, he's there, a father. those sudden jolts in between sleep? it's back but this time your child is probably disturbing his rest because they're hungry or lilia nearly dropped her/him mid-sleep. they'll be fine.

him feeding a 5-month old using a mug? he's trying. him leaving the kid in a basinet outside under the sun while he does the laundry and eventually forgetting about them? thank maleficia it's not summer. him bathing the child in the lake nearby? great seven the kid eventually learned how to swim at the ripe age of 2.

he'll be very affectionate but can be quite strict. he'll let them have a childhood, but still make them remember that they're in briar valley — anything can pounce. if you had kids post-war where everything's still calming down, best believe he's using his authority to just protect. not to the point of being chokingly authoritative. he's an understanding man and he wants the best for his family.

and i'm sure his children will be proud one day to just boast that their father is THE lilia vanrouge, former general of briar valley.

but that doesn't excuse the fact he's allowed in the kitchen. you take the pan, honey.

[warywind]

Dergtober 9-13

Lots of loose black and white thumbnails coming up.

Day 9: Exalt; featuring a scared and slightly divine tundra cub. I was inspired by what @/Petall did for this one to work with what exalt means outside of flight rising instead of the mechanic. There’s an old draft of Mani’s background in his bio, but in short, he has the misfortune of being involved in one of the darker threads of lore in my clan. His egg was the first to survive a series of experiments a secretive group was doing on ancient ice artifacts that irradiate dangerous levels of pure ice magic. This involved his egg being exposed to way more elemental magic than an egg ever should, resulting in a dragon that has way more magic than a dragon really should. Mani was revered by the group and certainly had been raised into power, but it was hardly a childhood he wanted. (Things do work out okay for him eventually! But he has to do his own rescuing for a while.)

Day 10: Crossroads; I had two ideas for this one, one cheery to make up for sad tundra baby and one less so. I decided to sketch both, and you can tell which one I got more invested in. XD Version 1 is one of my clan's trading caravans reaching a literal crossroads and starting to debate on which way to go, featuring Cadmus, Merlin, Euryale, Aella, and Sandía. Version 2 is for a metaphorical crossroads where a certain dragon has to decide whether to change his path in life. Alden sits in a sort of an awkward, unresolved space in my lore-- waay back when Sandía was in a roleplay onsite I got attached to a semi-villain NPC I was using, then somehow hatched a dragon that was a close match of the colors I pictured for said NPC, then had the roleplay fall out soon after. So, I was still invested in whatever would have happened between Alden and Sandía but didn’t want anything from the roleplay to be canon to avoid stepping on material that deeply involved someone else’s lore. I know their story involves Alden working for kidnappers and at some point making the difficult decision to change sides and free her, but have never gotten around to ironing out the details.

Day 11: Pile; featuring a quick doodle of a sleep pile of the little found family Mani eventually gets. On the right we've got Mani cuddling his partner Pruino, who's in turn getting piled on by Pruino's apprentice Marco, and above them an adolescent Siku, who is basically a child Mani just showed up with one day. Mani probably told Pruino what was up with Siku immediately (it's related to the group that experimented on him, now his sworn enemy), but it takes him a long time to warm up to Marco and let him into their circle of secrets. It occurred to me later that I totally excluded Kilauea, who should count as part of Mani's circle, but then again Kilauea is on tenser terms with most of them and wouldn't have been very comfortable in the sleep pile.

Day 12: Scroll;featuring Dauen. He doesn't really have lore so much as vibes, but I'm sure he'll end up with a story one day. I decided there should be a updraft early on and just sort of went with it.

Day 13: Serthis; featuring an as of yet unnamed Serthis and Cadogan's egg. This lone serthis has stumbled upon egg, size:large and they are debating what to do about it. The answer is adopt child, size:large, but they haven't gotten there in their pondering yet. Just now they're probably trying to decide how big the parents must have been. The drawing is still at sketch-phase, but I ended up playing with colors for a while so it'll be that much harder to clean up the sketch if I decide to finish this after dergtober.