#put your hand in the monkey cage.

[imminent-danger-came]

“Put your hand in the monkey cage, and expect to get bit, son!”

“Good luck, MK. You and whatever’s left, you’ll need it. You just opened the cage.”

Do with this what you will:p

I KNOW!

[smilesatdawnmain]

In your tragedy of six au, as the Harbinger of chaos, does LBD treat MK differently ? And if so, does that affect his relationship with the others ?

PS: I really like your AUs. I think they are amazing and I am so happy when you post anything like a new chapter or some pictures. These things really make my day sometimes :)

That is such a good question and YES to the first one. LBD does treat MK different. Kind of like “the Star child” that she puts all her goals and ambitions onto.

While Red Son is a close second with his power, MK is who she wants leading the charge. Who she wants right at her side when she does her “clean slate” of the world.

He has so much raw power and potential and she can sense it even when he is a baby.

For most of the characters this knowledge doesn’t really affect them. Most don’t care who LBD favors. It does affect his relationship with one person in particular however later on as they get older. But I shall not say who~

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Oh my gosh!!! 🥹 thank you so much!! I love answering these questions and I’m so so happy you enjoy this au as much as I do!! You are so sweet and amazing!

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[visionsofmagic]

day 7: monkey d. luffy [eating out]

࿓ synopsis • why not using his devil fruit ability while eating you out?

―❦ nsfw, opla!luffy, f!reader, pet names, swearing, licking, biting, kissing, fingering, oral > f receiving, inappropriate usage of abilities/power, strength using, hair pulling, praising, ‘is all! • 0.9k • & concluding the first week of kinktober 2023 with our cute captain luffy! the week was soo fun & hope you liked it too. so, once again, enjoy & see you soon in the next week! [kinktober m.]

“mmhh – y/n – shiiii – pussy’s so goo – mmhh,” luffy says, his full attention on your pussy that his tongue is inside – licking it, kissing it, and eating it as if it’s the most delicious meal he has ever had in his entire life, and you swear it really is because he’s eating you so passionately that you’re losing your mind thanks to it.

“delicious,” he adds as if he hears your mind – maybe he does through the way you’re moaning his name over and over again, tongue curling only to leave the beautiful voice you have to announce he’s making you go crazy.

leaving your wet clit, since you have cum already, for a moment, putting his head on your naked thigh, pulling the skirt higher, exposing you completely. you look into his eyes, chest raising up and down rapidly, making your visible breasts through the dress take luffy’s attention before saying as he looks up at your face with wide sparkling eyes, “the most delicious pussy – ohh – how I want to reach until my tongue’s tip reach at the end of it!” he chuckles, fingers playing with folds, then, picking the wetness of your cum with his long fingers only to put it into his opening mouth – showing off you how he licks his fingers from tip to end, “mmmhhh –“ closing eyes for a certain time.

opening his eyes again, he chuckles at the sight in front of him – his pretty girl becomes breathless, nipples get hardened, the lip is bit, heat rushing to the face; the meaning of beauty for him.

then, an idea hits his mind like a ring while he kisses your inner thighs, fingers entering in and out, taking out the last bit of your cum. “yes! of course,” he speaks to himself more than you, but he turns to you when you catch him taking the tip of his tongue with his fingers, face has the confusion that makes luffy laugh, “stay still princess, the captain has a great idea!”

“about wha – oohhh – lu – luffy!” you moan his name louder when he goes back to what he was doing a moment ago, differently now, he’s more daring, more hungry, and looks like the idea that is in his mind drives him crazy because he holds your thighs, opening your legs wider, looking up to your face and winking at you when he realizes how you’re trying to understand what he’s doing – why he’s like that! and then, it hits you –

“ooohhh my – luff –!” you even can’t finish your sentence when his tongue gets into your pussy, slowly yet effectively getting longer inside your fucking pussy! “are you out of – agghhh – your – shiii – luffy!”

he chuckles – intense sensation coming out of your pussy to your entire body rising up with the radiations his chuckle sents; a hand finds his hair, pulling them, pushing his head closer to you – an instinct that screams as the opposite version of what you’re saying, “’is too much – luffy, ‘is too much!”

without realizing any of it, you begin to cry as his hot tongue twists inside you, a feeling you have never tasted before sending both of you into oblivion – you find yourselves wanting more and more each passing time, and you don’t care that your legs cage his head between your thighs by closing around his shoulders, or how luffy’s grip on your swifts from your thighs to under your ass, picking you up, pulling you to his tongue further by the ass while using his pure strength.

 you no longer have the ability to think straight – only breathing and moaning his name, it goes out of your wide open tongue as a melody – as a pray into luffy’s ears, making him moan in sync with you, doubling the feeling of being fucked by his tongue up until you begin to lose your consciousness.

his tongue hit the end of your walls, the place even you never reached on your own, and he’s not done yet.

the realization becomes knowledge when he adds his fingers along with his tongue, eyes opening and looking into yours, your dried tears refresh with new ones the moment his fingers begin to grow longer in length – he smirks, taking off his fingers back, and shoving them into you harshly – you throw your head back, “AAGGHHH – fuuuck! luffy, luffy, luffy –“

eyes go white as they roll back, hands grip his hair harder, legs shake within the rest of your body, and then you cum into his tongue – dripping into it and to the ground from there.

he sucks the flesh, drinking all the juice your body has made with such delight, you watch it with blurred vision even though you’re one step away from passing out because of how his tongue made you so weak.

“yes, princess?” he mocks, licking his lips, eyes sparkling, a smirk on his cute yet attractive face full of the glow of your cum and juice – worth it, definitely worth it. “you will not blame me for eating my favorite taste, will you?”

you shake your head, eyes closing, a hand finds his shoulder, pulling himself to you, “you’re crazy luffy.”

picking your exhausted body up, walking to the bed he will fuck you into now after you get a bit of rest, he chuckles, “for your pretty pussy, babe? always.”

with the newfound kink of using his devil fruit’s ability on you while fucking you, luffy is sure fucks you so good in that bed too.

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear *cuties*

[rixsjwb]

geto sugurus the type. drabble

sugurus the type to: stares at you lovingly while you bicker with friends, he's manspread on the couch while you and gojo argue about stupid things but he can't help but stare at you while you argue.

sugurus the type to: put his large hands on the small of your back to navigate you in a crowded area and to gently move you from being in people's way

sugurus the type to: play with his hair when he's stressed, if his hair was flying freely he'd run his hand throught it when somethings irritating him.

sugurus the type to: get you your favorite fast food without you knowing, and he gets it when you crave it the most so you always end up so happy when he comes to your apartment with it in his hand.

sugurus the type to: help you with any science related subject because he's so good at it somehow.

sugurus the type to: not care about a so called 'indirect kiss' he'll drink from the same can as you, bite the same food as you off the same spoon or fork even if yall were friends. (But if he was in his villain era, he'd probably chop you up real good cause he doesn't wanna kiss no monkey😋)

sugurus the type to: hide his feelings when he's down, and he's really good at it, but you're even better at detecting even a slight change in his mood.

sugurus the type to: get matching earrings and tattoos with you if you have any.

sugurus the type to: indirectly put you in some intimate positions even when you're both friends, he'd lie his head in your chest or stomach while on your phone or

he'd be the type to: cage you into a position with his hands leaning on a desk that your back was leaning on and his hands are located near your waist leaving you with no room to escape.

sugurus the type to: notice any slight different change in your body, like many you suffer from seizures or fainting, it's like he has a 7th sense and can tell when somethings off about you.

sugurus the type to: have a period blood tracker on his phone to track your flow and bring you food that could help ease the cramps.

sugurus the type to: read a bedtime story to you and you'd fall asleep immediately.

sugurus the type to: hate going to bed after a argument you and him had, he overthinks too much so he just can't go to sleep without making things right between you two.

sugurus the type to: flirt and tease you if you easily get flustered but doesn't go overboard with it.

sugurus the type to: occasionally text you, check up on you, and over all know of your well-being.

sugurus the type to; play roblox with you and help you harasse and troll little kids

sugurus the type to:walks on the outside part of the sidewalk while you walk on the inside.

[sabokunsmalia]

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄; monkey d. luffy featuring: monkey d. luffy x straw hat fem!reader content warning: semi-public, cumming in pants, teasing, dirty talk, mdni!! hi it's malia: don't ask how that thought was created but for me it's so inexperienced!luffy coded.

after another glorious victory for the straw hat pirates, the crew gathered in the center of the capital where the folk had prepared a feast. long tables filled with disparate kinds of food and drinks while a small band played slow songs in the corners. it was beautiful, almost romantic with the enlightened laterns and flowers as decorations. for hours, you and your friends witnessed a beautiful festival. people who have never felt freedom in ten years, were suddenly out of the cage. thanks to a certain stretchy boy with a straw hat, who loved to help innocents.

while the crew slowly split as the members followed their own pleasures of the night, you stayed at the table, in the corner with your boyfriend luffy. while sanji followed multiple women and played their dog, and robin left the party to drown in another book, and chopper already went to bed as he was 'too young' for such events in his own words, the remaining ones at the table were the two of you, zoro, nami, franky and brook. a muscular arm draped over your shoulders, your cheek pressed against his naked, toned chest, you smiled to yourself.

the booze of the past hours slowly clouded your mind, allowing the depth of your dirtiest desires to surface without any resistance. one of them being a certain thing, you discussed with luffy way too often. and you got declined way too often because his reputation was important. it was right, he was right. a pirate who wanted to become the king, had to be feared and yet, you couldn't wipe away those reckless ideas. and with the booze in your system, the courage only started to rise further.

legs thrown over his lap, your flat palm placed on his stomach. fingertips slowly started to trace along his muscles, following the deep and hard lines. luffy did not react at first, knowing how much you admired the change of his body since the reunion. but when your hand wandered bit by bit underneath the table, resting just above his crotch, the captain could put one and one together.

leaning down while listening to another of franky's super stories, luffy's wet lips pressed a sweet kiss on the top of your heart. gentle but also with warning words. "don't, we're still in public, we talked about this,"

oh, there was this demanding edge to his soft voice. the syllabeles suddenly sounding much harsher than anything else he said the entire evening. but you did not listen, not tonight. you followed your needs and desires. fingertips caressed over the thin fabric of his shorts, slowly tracing the small bulge his dick made, without being hard. but with your soft hands, it did not take long to harden. your gentle touch, so featherlight it could never be enough for him.

and just minutes later, your flat hand palmed his hard dick through the fabric of his blue shorts, while the captain still tried to remain in the conversation with his friends. you had your cheek pressed against his chest, eyes not visible for the surrounding members of the straw hat crew anymore. almost as if you were asleep against your boyfriend's body. "just talk, baby," you muttered into luffy's skin, trying to conversate with him, without having them others realise what you were doing underneath the wooden surface of the table.

slowly but with enough strength, you massaged luffy's hard dick. stroking along the outlines with your fingernails, almost drooling down on his shorts while watching how eagerly it pressed against the fabric. the pants restrained him but the feeling of your soft hands already pushed him close to a first orgasm. breath quickened, chest rising while the pants escaped luffy's wide smile. he was trying so hard to not make a noise, to not give his friends a glimpse of what was going on right beside them.

"so beautiful, so hard," you mumbled, watching the tip of your pointer finger dance over his hard dick, smiling to yourself while repeating those praises. words, luffy loved too much. words, which made him cum so easily while being in the shared bedroom.

"wanna feel you later," you confessed, pressing your palm hardly against the bulge. your words were doing much more to him, his dick twitching while the waves of ecstasy ripped through his lower stomach. muscles tensing, you could see perfectly how the captain came in his pants because of you.

lips pressed together tightly, the head thrown back and his eyes hidden underneath the brim of his straw hat. a groan slipped out but luffy was quick to pair it with a convincable yawn and your adorable giggle. oh, you would pay later. would definitely clean up his dick from the mess you forced him to make. with your mouth, hands held tightly on your back. oh, you could not wait to be alone with luffy.

and the captain of the straw hats definitely looked forward to having you the entire night, to punish you for putting him into such situation and for the stains in his shorts which were the remains from his cum.

[suguru-getos]

fractures // geto suguru x f!reader // chapter 1

warnings: abusive!suguru, mentions of cuts, mentions of physical abuse (choking, beating up, chaining), not for the faint-hearted. not beta'd. dead dove do not eat. summary: being a monkey is the norm except when you're captured by geto sama because he needs money from your parents. however, you may just have to suffer a little extra because of the forced thinking about the right and wrongs... you're putting him through.

it has been in total of three days since you have been caged in the geto estate, at first, your anxiety and palpitations could not let you sleep, now? you're too exhausted to have those in the first place. it was simple, your parents were millionaires and owed geto some money, they decided not to go ahead with the deal and in turn, Miguel brought you here. in the confined walls of the estate where they crush you chokingly.

it's 3 am, your eyes wide awake in the bed that you're confined to, leg chained to the bedpost and the metallic bite of the chain brushing against your skin, bruisingly. your ankle is tied from the bedpost, you could walk around only to a certain extent. why? because you tried to escape and almost succeeded. now even when you try to sleep, it serves as a reminder of how you are a prisoner here. you hate this, all of this because the cult leader named geto thinks you're useless and a monkey. you don't even have an idea what that means...

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"they have a daughter." miguel hums at suguru, crossing his arms and manspreading, sitting with geto in his office. the feline eyed man raised a brow, "is that so?" "Interesting..." he hums again, feet tapping on the floor. "Miguel, how does she look like?" his voice laced with curiosity echoed in the room which had the two of them contemplating future plans. "wait, i have a picture.."

and there you were, papped and captured from your morning errand, holding your coffee in your hand and wearing a white tank top, and some parachute pants. you were beautiful, suguru could almost call you perfect. if only... you were not a pathetic monkey. he hates them, and they have no place in his world, they will never be a part of his world...

"i just want to go home- i don't have any idea what you're talking about." another flashback rang through your mind. your first day here, comprising you begging and whimpering against the ropes of the chair you were tied to. "of course you don't, your parents do. your opinions are worthless in this anyway." geto looks at you with disgust, his eyes carry a strange emotion... he just, hated you for existing. nothing else. mere existence...

"fuckers like you who have no morals whatsoever have no other choice but to kidnap huh? fucking asshole!" you snarled, screaming out in frustration. you had no idea how your life could change so easily. a large hand wrapped around your throat the next instant, choking the life out of you with no relent. you struggled, eyes widening and feet kicking with wheezing gasps. "you see?" geto hums, leaning in against your ear and gravely whispering, "this is how easy it is for me to kill you, you're nothing. just a worthless piece of shit born to create curses in this world."

you couldn't do anything, your hands were tied up, you could only see the life you had, flash in front of your eyes before you passed out. suguru has no idea of his strength with a feeble human yet. he leans back, noticing the prominent bruising on your neck once your head leaned back, limp and lifeless. he yanked his hand away, putting some sanitizer on it. "pathetic." he hums, gritting his teeth. you were so weak... so fucking weak and still all you had to do was use that pathetic mouth didn't you?

geto left you there for the night, a very minuscule part of him feeling upset over the way he treated you, he would call himself an asshole for it if it was a sorcerer, but you weren't one. who cares if you're not a sorcerer anyways...

the next day, your eyes blinked awake, a hiss escaping you when you noticed you were still tied up, some of the blood circulation stopped because of the ropes tying your body to the chair. you wanted to scream, but your voice box hurts after yesterday. a grim reminder of what your kidnapper was truly capable of. you sniffled weakly, senses in fight or flight.

before your pitiful breakdown could even commence, manami opened the door, watching you with the same disgust her 'geto sama' carries... what is wrong with these people? truly? why do they look at you like you mean nothing. like you have done the greatest sin of the earth just by being born? "good morning, here's the thing. geto sama has informed your parents that you're under our custody, if they agree to give the money then you're safe to go, or we kill you." she shrugs. killing... is it that normal of a thing to say?

your eyes widened at the sheer panic of it, manami noticing the palpable fear in them and laughing, walking closer to you and untying you roughly; ignoring the scratches the rough rope surface would gift your skin. "take a shower." she yanked you by your hair, throwing you on the floor.

a loud whimper escapes you when your ribs collide with the solid marble, your body was still recovering from being tied up. what is wrong with these people? you're sure you have some visceral damage at this, your internal organs hurt with that throw, blinding pain in your sensitive scalp because of the hold in your hair. suck it up... you need to suck it up. "shouldn't you- treat me like a human at least? if my parents come back for me?" you grunt, using the aid of your palms to get up, a little dizzy.

manami cocks a hip out, "geto sama was right, you have a smart mouth for a monkey." she scoffs, walking outside with a hold on your nape. you stumble on the floor, how is this woman so strong? you couldn't understand why... you couldn't budge in her grip on you.

everything is hazy after, except you were force-fed hot soup for telling geto to kill himself during dinner, and not fed at all the next day, getting captured as well for running away and now a chain on your ankle.

you close your eyes, hugging yourself tightly. you need to be your own comfort. you have to be your own comfort. but its hard... the way they look at you, the way they treat you, everything is making you wish you were better off dead. why are your parents taking so long in the first place? what's wrong with them really?

your body is exhausted, unable to keep up with the constant stress. you do end up getting dazed to sleep. although its filled with nightmares. you're woken up to an echo of a voice.

"good morning, i'm sure these don't feel good." geto hums, and you jolt awake, leaning instinctively against the headboard. eyes glossed, fear dancing through your nerves. you don't respond. why is he here? "i didn't think you were that dumb to try to run yesterday." he clicks his tongue, looking at you. gosh you still have the popped lip from when manami hit you after getting caught. some of it is in your nose too. geto sighs, its the way you behave that he gets conflicted. he has always been an underdog supporter, now a bunch of powerful sorcerers were torturing a frail human just because of money...

maybe he should do you a favor and kill you instead. he could just tell your parents that they delayed in sending the sum of money and take the money anyway.He wants to stay true to his word but also wants to return you to them. another part of him... which he hates the most, almost wants to hug you and apologize. That part is the reason you're being treated this way.

"you're not answering me." he raises a brow, watching you shiver with fear and flinch at the tone of his voice. "I'm sorry, won't run again." you managed to say meekly; within three days of you being here, you look like a completely different person. your neck is bruised, your face is bruised, your hair is a mess, you are chained to a room. it is drastic for you, geto knows that. "hm, you know the consequences aren't too great, i would just listen to me if i were you." he adds on, watching your shoulders slump in defeat. my god were you beautiful, you were perfect in his eyes, someone he should have taken on dates if his life was normal. thanks to your disgusting kind, his life isn't normal.

"manami will come to you with breakfast." he stands up with that, and your heart races. you hate that woman and the way she treats you. you wouldn't say geto is any better but at least he isn't downright awful... so far. you nodded, getting up to go and shower at least. the clank of chains in your ankle echoes in the room, and it makes geto stand still for a moment. the flash of his little girls caged haunts in his eyes. isn't he doing something similar to you.

"y/n." he says your name, watching your eyes slowly dart towards him. "if you behave for a few days, the chain will be gone."

you don't respond to that, walking away. suguru bites his lip, he hates this feeling he's getting. a frog in his fucking throat and it's just been four days of you being here. he shouldn't deter from his thoughts like this anyway. you're a monkey, a useless monkey who should be killed as soon as possible.

manami comes in with breakfast and you could only manage a few bites despite not being able to eat properly. manami was not that mean today, all she said that she expected you dead but you're not yet. she says this everyday, nothing ordinary.

meanwhile, your parents have decided to actually manage the sum of money, but it will take time. they inform geto of the same. your mom pathetically sobbing for her little baby girl. "don't worry, she will be alive and kicking, i will keep my word. you have 10 days." suguru cuts the phone call after.

you... would be elated to hear this news wouldn't you? you should be! and so he walks towards your room, where you were laying on the mattress, leg bruised and bleeding. his eyes widen a little. what did you fucking do?

you had a big and a deep gash on your ankle, from the looks of it, you were trying to get free from the chains. what did you even use for this? his eyes land to the sharp enough culinary knife on your bedside table. you were crazy, any other monkey girl would simply behave and let time decide her freedom. why did you want to be so miserable?

"y/n." he mumbles your name again, and your eyes land on him, "geto" you respond, you didn't even carry any malice when you said your name. he walks towards you, getting the first aid from your cupboard and tending to your leg. "if you want an easy enough death, just ask me." he's sure you'd have another panic attack at this statement. you've been having one every day for the past four days after all.

"hm, gimme n' easy death then" you hummed, emotionless as ever. "cus i think m' parents don't give a shit anyway." a stray tear escapes through your eyes, followed by a soft hiccup of a choked sniffle. geto stays quiet at that. yesterday night, he had a dream of you smiling. or what he envisioned your smile would look like... it would surely make you look more beautiful than you already are. he's so sure of it.

"it's not like that, they did contact me and soon you'll be free." he smiled, the close-eyed feline curve that charms everyone fails to work on you. "i see." you hum, and geto trifled with the metallic cuffs on your ankle, gently putting them away. he can't really let you be this miserable. it was pathetic, it was making him pathetic.

"sorcerers exist to protect the weak." his own voice echoes which he preached satoru with. a soft sigh escaping him. he hates you. he hates what you do to him and he hates how you're having this effect on him without even trying. "yeah, a few more days of me tolerating a hooker-looking pest like you." he grits his teeth, getting up. you blinked, unsure what the sudden change in his demeanor signified. all you could do was brace. brace for another attack.

suguru watches you do so, and that sends a shiver down his spine. what's happening to him? he kills monkeys without remorse! maybe he should kill you, fuck your parents, fuck their money. fuck you.

"since you really like using the knife how about i teach you how to use it hm?" you blinked when he spits those words out, feet stomping and holding the knife up. before you could even lean away he has your wrist in his hold, hot tears streaming down your face with the way your heart thumped loud from your mouth. "please please- no no- what're you-" the pointed tip of the knife glides down your skin, and despite your gutteral, blood-curdling screams and pleas, geto only lets go of your hand when he's written the word 'MONKEY' in your arm. throwing the knife away and watching you bleed.

"i hate you, stupid monkeys." he walks away with that, while you succumb to the ache and pass out. it hurts, you could feel the blood trickling down the mattress before your body lulls you to sleep.

meanwhile, suguru shuts himself in his room, the daunting sound of the door shutting down loud and him covering his ears with tears streaming down his face. what's he even doing? why did he have to do that? oh he knows why. he wanted to prove a point that he doesn't feel anything when he hurts a monkey. that he relishes in it... but that didn't happen.

didn't happen at all...

just nine more days with you until suguru geto gets rid of you and proceeds with his mission to kill all non-sorcerers.

[then-be-a-warrior]

No because every once in a while, I feel bad for Azure because "he just wanted to help people. He thought he was doing the right thing.🥺"

But then I remember the scene where Peng and Yellow Tusk get freed from the scroll and have a happy reunion with Azure 5 feet away from Mk who is having the worst day of his goddamn life. Azure's brothers were freed the same second Mk lost Wukong and his friends got their asses beat.

And then he was like "Mk😃! Come meet my brothers!!!"

Like bitch you just emotionally destroyed him. He doesn't care about your damn happiness and neither do I.

THIS was Azure putting his hand in the monkey cage. THIS is why Mk kicked his ass.

[mimiriko]

hii would you do green and nanami?

writing game | of course anon!! hope you like it 🌟 dad!nanami stays on the brain i fear

warnings: reader is called mama

“Kento?” You call from the front door, placing a hand on the wall to steady yourself as you take your shoes off. Your feet ache, the once throbbing pain reduced to a dull pulse. The complain sits tight on the edge of your tongue, but it never leaves.

Its Friday. The day before the weekend, the promise of spending time with your two boys floating in the air.

Strangely, you’re met with nothing. No strong hands to wrap you in a hug, no bundle of pink scurrying around your legs. It’s quiet.

Until you hear distant sizzle, followed by a gasp.

You don’t even think to set your bag down, you’re already walking to the source of noise. What could make Yuuji forget the time you come home? Nanami too?

You step into the kitchen and-

Oh.

Nanami and Yuuji stand by the stove, watching some sort of meat cook—you can’t tell, they’re both blocking your view. Not that it matters. Not when you notice two green straps tied behind their backs, aprons. Matching aprons. Your heart sings in your rib cage.

Yuuji attentively listens to the instructions Nanami tells him, carefully handing him a bowl and receiving a pat on the head in return. From the side, you can see his cheeks puff, a telltale sign that he’s smiling.

You were grumbling about something before—what was it?

“Mama!”

A small body crashes into your legs before you know it, and you happily reach down to pick up a squealing Yuuji in your arms, peppering kisses to his chubby cheeks. “Hello—” kiss “my little—” kiss “munchkin!” You give a final fat kiss to his forehead before walking to Nanami. “What are you boys up to?”

Your husband’s honeyed voice washes over you as he places a sweet kiss on your lips in greeting. “Making dinner. Your favorite,” he huffs fondly, “it was supposed to be a surprise, right Yuuji?”

You can feel him nod as he squishes his cheek in your neck. “Thank you baby,” you reach down to kiss his stomach, and he dissolves into a fit of giggles. “Are the aprons part of the surprise too?”

Nanami averts his eyes to the stove, an air of quiet embarrassment around him. He can be a painfully open book sometimes. But you think no one else can see it but you.

He clears his throat. “Yes.”

You grin mischievously, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “Wear it more often. You look good in green.”

You part quickly before he can say anything, and head to Yuuji’s room. “Let’s go put you into some pajamas, you little monkey,” you say in between tickling him. His shrieks bounce off of the walls of your little home, and you smile in return.

The next day, you cook breakfast with your own green apron tight around your waist.

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

This was requested by @chloelight143!! They asked for Coriolanus Snow x Reader comfort fic

Coriolanus Snow x Gender neutral! Reader (comfort fic, romantic)

I find it funny whenever someone asks for a Coriolanus fanfic, especially fics like this. Like, why do you want to be comforted by a psycho?

Btw, the reader replaces Lucy Gray/Jessup. Anytime they are referenced they are both put together to keep this as neutral as possible

The sun had risen high into the sky, and the July heat pelted onto Coriolanus’ pale skin, his Academy uniform growing uncomfortable. The day had gone by slowly for him, the seconds ticked by at the speed of an hour. All he wanted to do was see you, was that something so harmful?

His mind had been jumbled for a while, since the delay with the arena bombings, and his mind was filled with horrific events, mainly nightmares. Nearly every night he would wake in a cold sweat from the memories. But the bombing had gotten the Capital involved in the investigation, leaving time to keep himself busy and hope for a stress-free time until the Games. Of course, that didn't always happen.

His shoes made a soft click as he walked through the zoo. There was no one there except peacekeepers, the surviving tributes, and himself. It unnerved him to no end thinking of how lonely they must have been, how hungry. The public was their main food source, it was undoubted that they needed to be fed. The idea of the tributes getting skinnier and skinnier as the nights went on from never being fed made him feel even more grateful for the disgusting broth he had to eat back home.

As Coriolanus’ mind trailed on and on about the hunger the tributes faced, he thought of you. His tribute starving in a cage, dead by the first night in that dirty arena. That was no place for you to die. It was embarrassing, even for him to think about. But your possible death was the last thing he needed on his mind.

Once the peacekeepers got the ‘go ahead’ from Dr. Gaul, he stepped into the monkey house, he was almost immediately hit with disgust. Though the feeling mixed with pity, he couldn't deny he felt nothing but disgust for the tributes. They sat with their backs turned to him, their bodies hunched and covered in bandages. They sat in small piles of thin hay, their bodies crumpled against the uncomfortable grass. Coriolanus grew worried if this was what happened to the other tributes, what happened to you? His mind raced with theories of the injuries you had sustained. Once he got to your cage, he tried calming himself. It wasn't professional for him to worry so much over.

Coriolanus looked away from them and eyed your enclosure, reaching his hand to hold the bars, which almost boiled under his fingertips. He scanned the chamber until he found you, lying in your pile of hay, much of it pulling up grass from around the enclosure. Your stiff body was partially covered in your/your district partner's coat. Coriolanus’ eyes lit up at the sight of you, of course, he couldn't tell if you were hurt badly or not but he was grateful you were here.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” Coriolanus called to you in a soft tone. Your body stirred and sat upright. At the sight of him, your face lit up. You were quick to leave your makeshift bed and scamper to the bars. As you got closer, he fully took in your possible injuries. Your left eye has gotten cut from falling debris but everything else about you was fine.

“I wasn't expecting you to visit,” you smile and reach to hold the bars. Coriolanus nodded, he couldn't help grinning but it faltered from hesitation. He hoped you didn't notice his change as he kneeled.

“I just wanted to see you,” he answered slowly, his eyes trained on you. “I didn't bring any food, I’m sorry.”

You tried keeping your reaction minute but he could tell you were disappointed. You nod unhurriedly. “That's fine.”

Your dissatisfaction made Coriolanus pause, wondering how you really felt about this. You were starving, after all. He wouldn't blame you for crying about it, he might have judged you but he would understand. The idea of the unending starvation you and the others were going through brought along the idea of what they could eat. Maybe it was grass they pulled from the ground. If the peacekeepers weren't here twenty-four-seven, maybe they would have eaten each other. It wasn't something they were incapable of. People grew disgusting when hungry.

Coriolanus pushed the idea out of his mind. “I’m guessing time in here is a lot quieter,” he smiled again. You nod.

“Yeah, it gets kinda lonely. A lot of the other tributes don't talk to each other, especially the tributes without their district partner,” you mutter. You didn't look him in the eye as you spoke. He couldn't imagine the idea of watching the death of someone he cared for. He couldn't imagine it with Tigris, he couldn't imagine it with you.

Coriolanus gazed at you as you muttered the words. It wasn't far-fetched for tributes to gain a form of care for another, but they never bloomed into relationships that were familial or romantic. He hadn't seen all the Games but he knew the tributes rarely cared about relationships in the arena. He couldn't blame them, he wouldn't care if he was in their position. Thankfully, he never would be. Thankfully, he wasn't district.

“I’d imagine they’re mourning their district partner. It would be difficult talking to others and getting scared others would die too,” Coriolanus replied. He couldn't help but move his hand down on top of yours holding the bars. “I couldn't imagine what would happen to your family if you passed.” He desperately wanted to be vocal about how much it would have affected him too but he held his tongue.

You leaned your head against the bars, slowly nodding your head. “They would have been pretty sad,” you mutter. Your fingers intertwined with his, causing your hands to be pulled from the bars. “I’m grateful I have you, you're much kinder than other mentors.”

Warmth washed over Coriolanus’ face, not only from your hand but from your words. You were grateful for him. He knew for sure his face was red. He couldn't help but gaze down at your hand, your fingers cold against his. “I had a dream about you last night,” you say suddenly. The idea almost caught him off guard. Coriolanus rarely remembered his dreams, he couldn't imagine dreaming of another person and it not being odd.

“Oh?” He raised his brow and smiled. You possibly dreaming of him made him smile a little too wide. Coriolanus wondered if you noticed. “I hope it was a good dream.”

“It wasn't,” you state. Your expression was blank as you gazed at him. Coriolanus’ expression fell quickly but he was still willing to know what it was.

“What made it so bad?” Coriolanus moved his fingers along your cold ones, waiting for an answer.

You paused, taking in a breath before speaking again. “I don't remember much but I had imagined you had passed in the bombing, the same going for Lucy Gray/Jessup.” You pause again. “I know it sounds stupid but I would be so lonely without you visiting. I do love Lucy Gray’s/Jessup’s company but I like yours too.”

Coriolanus couldn't help but give a slightly confused look. Did you cherish his company that much? He did like you and your entirety but he thought you viewed him as only a mentor. He apparently was wrong.

“I’m still here and alive. You don't have to worry about it,” he smiled reassuringly. You gaze at him with a saddened look but nod. Your somber look made him more confused. He was here, holding your hand, going out of his way to visit you. He was here with you.

“I know, I’m very grateful for that. I'm glad you're alive.” You reach for his other hand, wanting to feel his skin against yours. Your expression grew sadder as you peer up at him. At some point, he thought you were on the verge of tears.

Coriolanus observed you closely, hoping to understand your quickly changing emotions.

“I’m gonna miss you, Coriolanus,” you took a shakey breath and tightened your grasp on his hand. “I’ll try my best to win, I promise you that.”

Coriolanus nodded at your words, his hand tightening around yours. “You’ll win,” he remarked, as though it was factual.

He would make sure you win. Nothing seemed to keep him going past that. Your victory wouldn't benefit you in the slightest in District Twelve or the Capital but it would help him, that was what mattered.

“You seem sure about that idea,” you mutter. Gazing at him, his face was soft, taking in your saddened features. “You know I’ll win?”

“Yes, I do,” Coriolanus stated, nodding his head. “I’ll keep you safe and you’ll come out a victor.” He said those words like they were factual but they weren't. He couldn't guarantee your victory but he hoped you thought he could.

“Promise?” You hesitantly asked. You must have hesitated out of embarrassment, at least he would have if he asked something like that.

“I promise. I promise to take care of you and ensure you’ll go home at the end of all this,” Coriolanus nodded and took your hand fully into his.

Tears formed in your eyes as he spoke, at least someone in the Capital cared for you. You squeeze his hand a bit firmly yet don't try to hide your tearful eyes. “I hope I won't just be a tribute to you. I don't want to be gone with the wind as quickly as I had come.”

Coriolanus tilted his head at your words. He knew what you meant but the way you said it was odd to him. “I won't. I do care about you, I truly do,” Coriolanus tried leaning closer, hoping the proximity would comfort you to an extent.

“I care about you too,” you murmur and lean your head against the bars. “You’ll root for me.” The way you said those words was like stating a fact. Coriolanus would, it was just how confident you were.

He gazed at you silently for several seconds, watching your tears roll down your face. Lifting his hand, his thumb wiped the tears from your face. “I’ll do everything in my power to take care of you and to keep you safe. There's nothing in this world I won't do to keep you alive.”

You sniffled and gazed at him. Coriolanus couldn't help but admire you. You were radiant, even when you cried. “I’ll get you home to your family, friends, or whoever is waiting for you in District Twelve. No matter what.” He said again, almost a mantra of promises he didn't know if he could keep.

The soft yet comforting calm was ended by the sudden feeling of your lips on his. The impulsive affection drew him in, causing him to press as much into the kiss as he could. Coriolanus’ hand trailed from your cheek to the back of your head, desperately wanting to keep you with him.

As you kissed Coriolanus, he almost tried bringing you closer but the bars stopped him. It annoyed him for a millisecond but it was washed away by the pleasantries of your lips on his.

At the sound of nearing footsteps, you pull away again. Coriolanus was silently disappointed by the feeling of your lips away from his, wanting more from you. But he couldn't tell if he wanted just a kiss. The sound of footsteps getting closer caused him to turn to the sound and was met with the sight of a peacekeeper.

“You aren't allowed to get all touchy with the tributes,” commented the officer, grabbing Coriolanus’ shoulder harshly. He was pulled from you, your hand slipping from his. You reached for him, watching as he was pulled away.

Coriolanus finally started to walk normally as he left the monkey house. He tried fixing himself, hoping not many others had seen his intimate moment with you. But he couldn't deny it was a lovely feeling. Walking down the dark road, his mind was full of ways he would greet you next…

… Maybe a kiss was the easiest ‘hello’ now.

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Thank you so much for waiting! I am so sorry I haven't finished this earlier but I’ve been caught up in school and have been very busy. I hope you enjoy it.

[da-rulah]

I’m super sorry for bothering you and asking for sm writing 😭 but I js have like one..if and when you can , do you think you can write something about the papas pampering and caring for their s/o that’s on their period? I don’t really see much people on here writing abt the papas like caring or pampering their lover 😭 super sorry again!! <3

TMI but I came on my period yesterday and today it's absolutely debilitating so what better time to do this request...

Reader has female anatomy, but can identify as any gender.

Primo

He's an old hand at this. He knows you well enough by now to know it's coming when your mood starts to swing in any direction and you start to complain that your nipples are hurting.

When you're couch-bound on day 1, he waits on your hand and foot and refuses to let you stand. Anything you want, it's yours.

He hand picks flowers for you from his garden every month, and every month, it makes you cry. Stupid fucking hormones.

He runs you a bath with aromatic petals to soak in. He knows the hot water helps soothe the pain of cramps, and it makes him chuckle every time you sink into it and hum an "ahhh, good soup."

He's not a TV kind of guy, never has been. But he'll curl up on the couch with you in his arms and watch whatever trash you want.

Even with his arthritis, his fingers work their magic to relax your shoulders and release the built up tension in them.

Secondo

Listen, Secondo ain't scared of shit. Except your PMS.

He knew when he married you that you were feisty and he always liked that, but no one had warned him when you'd started dating that your PMS turned you into a psychotic cage fighter for two days a month.

By now, he's learnt what you're like and can curb it before it grows.

This usually means allowing you to burrow into his bedsheets and depositing an unhealthy load of snacks into your new cave.

He knows your PMS is calming when you actually reach for him to join you, claiming you need warmth when all you want was him close by.

Not the most affectionate man, but he understands your clinginess and doesn't protest when you curl around him like a monkey to it's mother.

Terzo

The week before your period is his favourite. Because you're absolutely feral.

And it's a damn good indicator of when you're due, so he can prepare as best as possible.

He's incredibly attentive to you and what you need and will unashamedly facetime you from the drugstore to ask which tampons you'll need, cracking wise guy jokes to make you giggle the whole time.

"You need the jumbo, sì? Because Papa is jumbo too, eh?"

He's a moron, but he's your moron.

You want rom coms? He can oblige.

His favourite is 27 Dresses. He weeps every time.

Copia

You were appalled the morning you woke up having bled through your tampon in Copia's bed.

"Amore, per favore, don't fret..." he was so understanding, didn't bat an eye. Just began to run you a bath and gathered the sheets to soak in bicarbonate of soda.

"You're not even a tiny bit grossed out?" "No, 'tis natural, eh? Don't be silly."

Cooks for you. Anything you want, he'll make it from scratch.

He'll ask you to blow him a kiss, catch it, then pretend to put it in what he's cooking. "Makes it sweeter, eh?"

He has a hot water bottle in the shape of a rat for you and you only. He calls it 'Rug rat' because it's flat and feels like a soft rug. You think it's dumb, but it makes you smile every time.

[imminent-danger-came]

Like my absolute fear in this scene. I forget how scary it is. I forget

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine the celestial dragons needing Shanks to stop you

Warning: slight spoilers? Use of a previously seen character's name that is release in more recent chapters (1050-1079?)

At Mary Geiose

Shanks: so....why am I here?

Jaygarica Saturn: We need to talk about that little fighter of yours. *Holds up your wanted poster*

Shanks: Oh yeah, they got separated from the crew a few weeks ago, and I haven't seen or heard from them since. *Voice dips to a threatening grumble, and he glares at the old man* Should I be worried?

Jaygarcia Saturn: well, not in the way I think you're implying, they're not in custody. The matter at hand is that a lone member of your crew is causing mass chaos.

Shanks: are you sure we're talking about the same person? I've never had them so much as step a toe out of line.

Jaygarcia Saturn: They've burned down three town halls, stolen six navy ships, injured hundreds of marines, stolen jewelry from wealthy ladies in six kingdoms, and that's not even the worst of it. They're sabotaging and systematically dismantling the animal fighting syndicates. Just yesterday they allied themself with a group of knife fighting monkeys that they freed, and together, they trashed an arena.

Shanks: And how is that a problem?

Jaygarcia Saturn: we're loosing money having to replace and repair the damage to the entertainment industry!

Shanks: and whose fault is it for investing in blood sports? Do you expect anyone to feel sad for you and your 'losses'?

Jaygarcia Saturn: Look... We'll pay you to go collect your fighter.

Shanks: *scoffs* Do you seriously expect me to hand a member of my crew over to you?

Jaygarcia Saturn: no, no, simply collect them, what you do with them after they are in your custody is up to you.

Shanks: I want their full bounty price, up front. And I mean the one you set it to this morning, not this outdated one.

Jaygarcia Saturn: *sweats* very well

A week later

You: *currently picking a lock some bird that are being trafficked*

Shanks: *snuck up on you and is now crouching behind you,* You're doing it wrong.

You: *shrieks and throws yourself against the cage door* Captain, what are you doing here?

Shanks: Shhh, keep your voice down, and giving you lock picking lessons, apparently. Even though you've always claimed to be a decent at it.

You: *hisses* I know how to pick a lock.

Shanks: evidently not, since you miscounted the pins.

You: you do it then, since you're so smart.

Shanks: *takes your tools and picks the lock in less than thirty seconds* see?

You: *sighs* Alright you're better at picking locks than me. By the way, how did you find me, boss?

Shanks: The celestial dickheads complained about you, and paid me your full bounty to come get you.

You: I'll come willingly if you put that money towards fixing my shower, I'm tired of sharing one with you filthy animals, and if I get first pick on the next treasure we find.

Shanks: *laughs and shakes his head* very well, that sounds like a deal.

You: *shakes his hand* deal, and the world nobles never specified for you to stop me?

Shanks: ... no?

You: then you you wanna help me free the rest of these animals?

Shanks: sure why not, sounds like an evening well spent.

The morning in Mary Geiose

Jaygarcia Saturn: *reading the newspaper and seeing that you and Shanks had destroyed several cargo ships for trafficking after letting the animals go* I guess we'll have to cut our losses, we might be able to even spin it in our favor. Germane, go get PR on the snail, we have some cleaning up to do, and actions to take credit for.... Oh! We can use *snaps his fingers* That flowery fanatic, what's his name... Oh well, it's not important.

Coming Soon

[erictmason]

“BOUND FOR FREEDOM, YEAR SIX, DAY FIVE: “Mind”

“The Mind's Eye”

Sally’s mind was a storm.

Sonic had known that risk going in, but that didn’t make it any easier to navigate the torrent of shades and echoes swirling all around him.  Faces he could almost recognize, words he could almost hear, all of it cutting against him like a thousand biting fangs.

So he cut right back.

“SAL!” the hedgehog shouted.  “I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME, SAL!  JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!”

There was no answer at first, even as Sonic strained to make out anything out over the din of accusatory voices all around him.  But then…faint, like distant rain drops, yet unmistakable…he heard it.  He heard her.   So Sonic pushed ahead, through the storm.  As he went deeper, the shades and echoes began to become clearer.  King Acorn, Geoffrey, Monkey Khan…each one looking out  with cold eyes. 

“You were never worthy.  Of your title, of my love, of your life.”

“Frail little thing…fit to be used and thrown away.  Nothing more.”

“So afraid, even of your own heart, and so you break everything you touch.”

And then Sonic found himself at Sally’s side.  She looked so…small, trembling and curled up into herself, tears running along her cheeks.  In all the years he had known the princess, Sonic had never seen her quite like this.  “Sal…” he whispered softly, kneeling down next to her.

“They’re looking at me,” she said, her voice choked and frail.  “They’re all looking at me.”

Those shades from before loomed over them both like storm clouds.  “We’re gonna wake you up, Sal, I promise,” Sonic said, “and once you’re out of here, they won’t be able to hurt you anymore.”

He reached out gently to her, but the squirrel curled in tighter to avoid his touch.  “Out there…in here…it’s all the same,” she hissed.  “It doesn’t change anything.”

“So small…so weak….”

“Broken beyond repair….”

“Hurting…hurtful…inescapable….”

The echoes were growing louder.  The shades were growing darker.  Sonic could practically feel a hand closing in around them.  Sally seemed to feel it too, holding her head…squeezing it.  Behind it all, something…else…became clearer to the hedgehog.  A cage, made in Sally’s image but forged in metal.  It was terrifying…but it also reminded Sonic exactly why he was here.  “Forget them,” he told Sally, his voice far bolder now.  “Forget all of them.”

He reached out again, and again she drew back, but this time he did not stop.  He took her wrist in his hands, his grip firm but not harsh.  “I can’t…” Sally whispered shakily.  “I can’t…!”

“Yes you can,” Sonic answered, putting another hand to her shoulder.  “I know you can, because you can do anything.”

The unseen hand seemed to close in tighter.  Thunder rumbled all around, the shadows grew darker and darker.  Yet Sonic would not let go.  He gently pulled the squirrel close.  And then, slowly but surely…she turned her head to him.  She let her tear-soaked eyes meet his.  “Sonic…?”

“I see you,” he told her.  “Do you understand me?  No matter what they all say…in here or out there…I always see you.”

Sally let out a shuddering breath, leaning in just a little bit closer to him.  Her hands found their way to the sides of his face, embracing him.  Even amidst the darkness and din, she kept her gaze fixed squarely on his, gently rising up so that they could be face to face.   With a weak yet sincere smile, she nodded to him.

And then they woke up. 

[wandafiction]

Amusement Park

Warnings: None, just lots of fluff

Mama. Mom. Come on. Let's go." You laugh as you climb out of the car seeing your daughter, Mia, tugging on your wife's arm trying to get her walking. 

"Hang on honey, we have to wait for your mom. She's just getting her bag out of the car." You smile as you close the trunk of the car swinging the bag over your left shoulder. 

"Can we go now!" You roll your eyes at Mia’s impatience as you nod your head. 

"Yes, yes. Let's go Monkey." You grab a hold of her left hand, your wife holding onto her right as she looks at you and leans to give you a small kiss on the cheek. 

"I love you." You smile widely, blushing even after all the years and the endless times you have heard her say it. 

"I love you too Wanda. Now let's get this little rascal on some rides." Mia swings her arms as you begin the walk to the gates of the amusement park, small giggles of excitement coming from her with every step closer. 

It doesn't take long for you to enter the amusement park, Mia bouncing on her toes as she drags you and Wanda over to the first ride she sees, you smile to yourself when you see Wanda’s face pale a little. 

“You really want to start with the haunted house ride first honey?” Wanda’s voice wavers slightly as she looks at the ride as Mia’s smiles widely nodding her head.

“It's okay mama. Me and mom will pwotect you. Won’t we mom?” Wanda looks between you two as you move to wrap an arm around her shoulder. 

“Yeah we will.” Mia lets go of your hands as she runs to join the queue, you and Wanda quickly follow as you keep your arm wrapped over her shoulders. “There is nothing to be worried about.” 

“I got scared by my own reflection in the mirror this morning. This thing makes things jump out at you, so sure nothing to be worried about.” You chuckle as you finally catch up to your daughter, putting a hand on her shoulder to stop her from running off again as you wait for the queue to move.

“So we will sit. Mom, me and Mama.” 

“Oh you’ve made a seating plan, huh?” Wanda smiles as she bends down to match Mia's height, brushing some hair behind her ear before kissing her forehead. 

“Yeah because I know it scawy so if I am in the middle you and mom can pwotect me.”

“Well you are very smart. You sound like a wise old woman.” Wanda chuckles as Mia scrunches her face.

“Mama I am only four. You and mom are the old ones.” That earns a tickle attack from Wanda. “Ahhh mama stop.” 

“Take it back.” Wanda picks your daughter up in one arm, setting her on her right hip as the other one continues to tickle her stomach; you just stand there smiling widely at the scene as bystanders seem to take notice and smile to themselves. 

“Okay you’re not that old.” Wanda doesn’t let up now, leaning her head down to blow raspberries on your daughter's cheeks. “Okay mama, you are not old.”

“Thank you.” Wanda kisses Mia’s forehead before placing her quickly back down on the ground as you move to the front of the line now just waiting for the next cart to empty. 

“Ready mama?” Wanda swallows harshly as you all climb into the cart and all she can do is give you both a scared smile with a nod of her head. “Here hold my hand mama.”

Mia takes Wanda’s hand off the small bar in front of her, holding onto it tightly with both of hers as the cart starts moving into the dark building. You smile when you feel them both shuffle closer to you, keeping one hand on the safety bar in front of you the other wraps around the back of them both as you pull them that little closer

"Ahhh!" You laugh as the both of them scream and turn their heads away from a zombie rattling around in the cage, feeling Wanda try to tuck her head into your neck but stopping short so she doesn’t squish Mia between you two. 

Wanda keeps her head hidden away most of the ride, screaming when the train goes down a drop or there's a small noise. Mia is laughing just like you at Wanda's shouts and screams. The train cart comes to a stop in a dark room, you feel Mia shuffle closer to you and you feel Wanda’s hand move to grip onto yours tightly. 

Suddenly, a demon appears in front of you and the cart drops straight down. All of you let out a scream at the sudden movement before the cart zooms backwards for a few seconds. It comes to a stop, but this time you can see the daylight as the cart starts moving forward and you feel Mia and Wanda relax when they realise it is the end of the ride. Wanda clears her throat moving back to the other side of the cart giving you a small glare as you smirk at her, before you both look at Mia who is giggling away to herself.

“What are you laughing at, monkey?” Wanda asks with an amused smile as you all climb off the ride once the safety bar raises. 

“You. You were screaming like a little girl.” You press your lips together to hold in a laugh as Wanda’s jaws drop with a gasp only causing more giggles from Mia. 

“I was not.” You snort out a small laugh as Wanda’s accent laces her words as she looks at Mia in disbelief.

“You so were mama. You were screaming like ahhhh! Ahhh! Nooo! Ahhh!” Mia squeals herself as Wanda wraps an arm around her small body, her free hand tickling her sides, before lifting her up slightly.

You laugh as her small legs kick out, her hands trying to keep Wanda’s away as she continues to tickle her. Wanda’s smile is wide and bright, laughing along as a few tears start leaving Mia’s eyes from how hard she is laughing. 

“Mama, stop…. I can’t breathe.” Only then does Wanda stop what she is doing, putting Mia back on the ground who quickly falls onto the floor, her arms clutching around her stomach as a few last giggles leave her. 

“See no teasing mama, monkey, otherwise you get the tickle monster.” Mia rolls backwards laying on the ground in a starfish position, both you and Wanda giggling as you look down at her.

“Hey mom was laughing too!” Your smile drops as you see Wanda quirk a brow, a small smirk plastered on her face. 

“Oh was she?” Mia hums with a nod as she sits up. “Well why don’t you help me get her then.” 

“Noo!” You run in the opposite direction as Wanda and Mia run after you, all three of you laughing your heads off not caring about the looks from the people around you.

♤♡◇♧

“She looks just like you, you know?” Wanda’s head turns to look at you with a raised brow as you watch Mia go down one of the slides into a ball pit in the indoor play area; you and Wanda sitting at a table and chairs not too far away enjoying a well earned coffee. 

“You think?” You hum, turning to look at Wanda, as she turns to watch Mia with a smile as she climbs the witch's steps to the top of the area. 

“I do. I have seen pictures of you from when you were her age. She looks just like you did.” Wanda smiles into her coffee, her eyes not leaving Mia who is giggling as another young girl she has befriended chases her through the jungle section. 

“I was always told I looked like my mama when I was younger.” She swallows harshly, hiding her emotions as she takes another sip of her drink. 

“Well from the very few pictures I have seen of your mother, I can say it is indeed very true.” Wanda smiles to herself putting her drink down on the table finally taking her eyes off Mia and turning to you. 

“You know sometimes I wish she was here to see her grow up. Helping us through it and giving that wonderful motherly advice that a mother is meant to give you. I mean of course your mom has been amazing…”

“But it’s not the same.” Wanda smiles sadly at you giving a small shake of her head.

“No, and it's not that I am being ungrateful or that I truly don’t appreciate what Melina did to help get us where we are. It would have just been amazing to be this one big happy family, with my parents and Pietro here. Nat and Yelena are two wonderful aunts, they do everything with her including taking her on adventures in the forests and around the lakes. I just wish that Pietro could be chasing after her playing games in the backyard. They’ve missed so much and, and I just wish that this part of my life is something I could share with them.” 

You listen to every word she has to say, but your eyes watch Mia who is still playing with her new friend, taking them in and letting Wanda get out what she needs. Her hand reaches for yours pulling your eyes back to her as she smiles at you with a few fresh tears in the corner of her eyes. You lean over, placing your lips gently on hers giving her a quick but soft kiss, one that makes her heart melt and smile as you pull away. She goes back to watching Mia as you take a sip of your coffee, admiring her side profile as she smiles upon hearing your daughter’s laughter. 

“I want another one.” You choke on your drink, coffee spilling over the edge of the mug and onto the table as you cough harshly a sting in your nose as you realise coffee has shot out of there too. 

“You wha?” You splutter, grabbing a napkin to wipe your nose and mouth as your face burns red and your nose and throat sore, Wanda rubbing your back as she gives you an apologetic smile. “You want another?”

“Yeah.” She breathes out, her eyes moving to watch Mia who runs towards the two of you with her new friend in tow.

“Mama, mom. This is Morgan, she’s my new friend. Morgan, this is my mama and my mom, they are lesbeans.” You choke again, this time on air just as Wanda does the two young girls raising their brows at your reactions. 

“Morgan.” You all turn to see a blonde lady walking over to you, a sweet smile on her face as her eyes scan the scene. “Morgan, who's this dear?”

“Mom, this is Mia, my new friend. These are her mommies. She says they are lesbeans. What does that mean?” Morgan’s mom lets out a small giggle bending down to the girl's height, moving some hair behind her ears. 

“Well do you know how mommy and daddy love each other very much?” Morgan hums with a nod, you and Wanda watching with amused smiles as your daughter listens too even though she knows exactly what it means. “Well Mia’s moms love each other very much too. So instead of having a mommy and daddy Mia has two mommies.” 

“Oh.” You all look at Morgan who takes in the information. “That's so cool. Mommy why aren’t you a lesbean, I want another mommy too.” 

“You dads sassy enough to pass as the girl in our marriage. Now go play.” You and Wanda chuckle as Morgan pulls Mia with her back towards the ball pit as they both giggle away to one another. All three of you adults watching them with fond smiles, but your breath catching in your throat as Wanda’s lips brush against your ear. 

“So, when do you want baby number 2?” 

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[fluffypotatey]

Hello hello, S5 ep 9 let's-a-go! Warning, this one is BRUTAL. QXT: Macaque, what are you doing! M: Xiaotian, stop! You don’t need to do this. QXT: I do need to do this! M: I did tell you before to make your own choices, but this isn’t the way Xiaotian! QXT: You don’t understand. If I don’t do this, everyone will be done for! Everything will be destroyed! M: It doesn’t always have to be you! There’s always another way! QXT: But this is the only way! M: That’s not true. You don’t get it! Nines: Who says…*interrupts/traps* ...he doesn’t get it? Not bad. Who taught you that trick? Who did you make a deal with? M: What deal? Nines: Well, that’s not important. Everything’s ending soon anyways. The Harbinger of Chaos knows his mission. Only by sacrificing himself will you all be able to live. Nines is a real piece of work, making it seem like MK has a choice. That he doesn't care what he does, okay bud. Says that he's tired of being controlled by others LOL. Oh, the irony is enough to make this EP taste metallic. Tired of humans locking themselves in cages, ignoring chaos and destiny, etc. The quiet, seething way Macky asks "what deal?" almost seems guarded. Haha, perhaps he knows. MK saying "not this time" feels like a parallel to another episode, but I can't put my finger on it. Maybe something Wukong said? Yeah, that sounds right. "Sorry bud. Not this time." Yeah, S3 no? Wasn't there something like that?SWK: Xiaotian, no! Macky, watching this: *sighs* Even if this doesn’t work, I still gotta give it a shot. HELLO SIR YOU TOTALLY KNOW WHAT IS UP WITH YOUR WEIRD POWERS HUH? I'm skipping some parts, mostly the gang and Nine bc this ep is loaded, but note the way Mac's shadows infiltrate and surround the midsection where the power core usually is. SWK: Huh? What? My boi just turned himself into a shadowy nuclear bomb. I don’t like his prospects for the next season. Nines: You- what did you do? Why have I been separated from the chaos? I- I can’t feel it anymore! What did you do?! *screams lungs out as Macky gasps for breath on the ground.* HELLO MACKY IS MY POWER STEALING HC TRUE???? AYOOOOO Nine's is really flipping here, voice going all glitchy, robotic and echo-y. SWK: Macaque, you good? M: What are you waiting for? Stop Xiaotian! It's all about the tentative way Wukong steps forward and asks and Macky is clearly unwell...Is it worse or better than he was down for longer after fighting possessed!Wukong so we couldn't see his half-lidded eyes/struggle for air. He got himself up in the background of the SunBurst hug in a way that could be memed, but this? Nope. I brought it up bc I wanted to see if possessed!Wukong was holding back bc someone said he was re: laser eyes, maybe they meant him not using it until that fight, or the slow way(?) it charged up bc some part of him didn't want to kill Macky, idk. SWK: I won’t let you sacrifice yourself! QXT: Don’t stand in my way, Monkey King. Please. SWK: Not a chance, Xiaotian. You never abandoned me, and I won’t ever abandon you. QXT: Don’t force my hand, Monkey King. EVILLLLLL. JUST LIKE WUKONG SAID TO MACAQUE- don’t make me do this, Liu’er! SWK: No, Xiaotian. Don’t force mine. DOUBLE EVIL OH MY GOSH HE SAID THE THING AND HIS EYES WENT BRIGHT GOLD HE MEANS BUSINESS. They gave us serious scary Wukong FR.

I’m starting to see how things so easily went wrong for Macky. Wukong does NOT play around, even if you’re MK. Seeing him use the same spell LBD used to trap Macky on top of all this is making me LOSE IT.

QXT: No! No! SWK: There is still a lot I haven't taught you yet. QXT: Monkey King, please! This is my destiny! This is the only way! Let me just say I HATE the expressions Wukong has been making this entire episode. They're ruining me. This one too. SWK: Yes. You're right. It seems like this really is the only way to save everyone. QXT: Then- Then let me go! SWK: Nuwa, or destiny. No matter how you look at it, as long as we came from the same stone... QXT: What? SWK: You don't have to bear this destiny. Let me bear it. QXT: No! Monkey King! SWK: This world needs you, Xiaotian. Thanks...for everything. QXT: Monkey King! Stop, please! THE DRAMA FLUFFY THE DRAMA-! AND WUKONG IS CRYING AS HE FLIES AWAY- and then MK USES THE FREAKING SPELL. I swear everybody is trying to hurt each other and squabbling for the right of who gets to sacrifice themselves first and I'm FLIPPING. WHAT IS THIS?!?!?! This is what happens when you put two sacrificial morons with personal issues in a room together. SWK: No! Xiaotian! No! No! Stop Xiaotian! QXT: I'm sorry. I will be the one to bear my destiny. SWK: Stop! Don't Xiaotian! So anyways, Fluffs. We had all this angsty audio about Wukong crying/yelling if MK got hurt taken from Goku...and now we have to HEAR IT FOR REAL. And like, his VA is seriously good and I think I'll be crying for months if I heard that. I'm going to be crying to YOU about it and that is a threat. We'll cry together. I can kind of see Buddhist influence here since the cycle of reincarnation, while normal here for the characters, is actually the goal to "escape from." So to MK, it's not a good thing. Asides from how much angst Wukong gets from it. You would think it'd be like "oh I get to meet my friends in the next life" but nada, MK here is shook by it. Tho maybe it's because it's not natural, letting them live out to the end, but forcing it early?

OH MY GOD EPISODE 9

I TOOK ALL THE SUNBURST DUO SCREENSHOTS THAT MADE ME FERAL

like…..HELLO?????? 911?????? THERE’S BEEN A MURDER

AND THE FUCKING EXPRESSION BEFORE THE FIGHT🫠🫠🫠🫠 I AM SOBBING

[forgive me for the bad quality 🤧]

AND SWK SO READY TO TAKE MK’S OLAXE BECAUSE “hey, we’re from the same stone, so this destiny of yours should also be tied to me” AND WHAT IF I DIED???? WHAT IF THIS DIALOGUE STABBED ME???? LMK ANSWER FOR YOUR CRIMES

and the way Macky mourned Wukong privately while everyone else cried for MK (bc they assumed the Pillar repairing itsel meant swk failed) since he knew the Monkey King would try to take MK’s place i— 🫠

also Pigsy trying to change MK’s mind and when that didn’t work:

SOMEBODY SEDATE ME 😭

THATS HIS SON!!!! THATS HIS LITTLE BOY WHO LOVES NOODLES AND SUCKS AT DELIVERING THEM AND SPENDS MOST IF HIS WORK HOURS LISTENING TI TABG’S STORIES BUT PIGSY WOULDNT HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY

🫠

also i think @/lunarwandering mentioned this in a post of theirs but Nines is so confusing lmaooooo like bro 🤨 do you or do you not want MK to sacrifice himself???? “i am giving you the choice he free!!! but i will also make sure to stop your friends from stopping me and you from operation Commit Die!”

the way he snaps at being called a monster 👀 Nines please share in a way that isn’t the Allegory of the Cave (like sir, that is Greek Philosophy come on) (tho interesting that the borders of the “cave” from ep8 looked like Nuwa 👀

ans Nines clearly has some beef with Nuwa 👀 so. what’s up with that)

i have so many questions about Nines

[queerandcartoons]

it's very interesting how cages have been themed this season, especially with the specific callback to MK's line "put your hand in the monkey cage, and expect to get bit" line from last season's climatic battle. I'll have to rewatch for more specifics, but the two major specific instances that i remember in detail was the episode titled after cages and the nine-headed demon showing MK the cloudy, orange-black, chaotic void, he claims that the cage has been opened, foreshadowing next seasons villain.

i can't wait to rewatch and try to analyze how that connects to MK