#the son of the king fanfic

[bagginshieldfamily]

Okay but the fix it writers when it’s been three, no, nearly four year after Bilbo left the lonely mountain. He saw them die. Thorin and his nephews. He knew he couldn’t stay to watch them mourn. He felt to responsible for having been knocked out earlier and now being the sole reason the line of Durin has fallen. But then those four years later, Bilbo is doing his merry finest to act like nothing had happened to crush his soul. To act like a regular hobbit around the others. He gardens and bakes and hell, he’s has a little fauntling toddling about the hobbit hole. He had a family. A boy. And then that early morning knock at breakfast. A very much alive and desperate looking King Under the Moutian and his trusted company. All alive and accounted for at his round home door. There was a lot of misunderstanding later and explaining that was gonna need done from both sides, especially with a certain tiny dwobbit playing on the ground.

[st-pop]

Doodles of some of my favourite scenes from my all time favourite fanfic ‘ A Revealed Past ‘ by @lyricalpiece

No joke i have re-read this more than 5 times, this fic lives in my brain and stays there like a goddamn hobbit i love this so much PLEASE read this its so good. Its funny, has angst, and silly people. 🫶‼️

[ambitiouspotions]

COURTING | ARAGORN SON OF ARATHORN | HEADCANONS

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aragorn loves the smell of morning dew and the feel of the first rays of sun. he tends to beckon you out of bed so you can enjoy it together.

after the birds begin chatting after the rain he likes to point out their various calls to you.

he never falls asleep first because he wants to ensure you are safe and comfortable before sleeping himself.

he likes when you wash his hands for him because he can never get every crevice, scar, callous, and line as clean as you make them.

when he takes you to the creek he whispers sweet nothing in your ear and always kisses your earlobe after.

his hands are always stained during berry season because he will pick the bushes until your hunger is satisfied.

his eyes never leave you when you are within a close proximity of him.

he will not leave in the morning without kissing you or saying he loves you.

he absolutely adores looking into your eyes. he is aware of every speck, color, and reflection in them.

his silence is the best compliment. he looks at you with adoration and is smitten every time you smile.

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pictures found on pinterest, edits made by AMBITIOUSPOTIONS are mushed together on canva

[starsfic]

lmk prompt: mk and red son finally building up the courage to confess to each other but they ended up screaming their feelings out due to nervousness lmao (bonus: the gang + DBK and PIF are watching in the bg)

"I LOVE YOU!"

"I LOVE YOU TOO!"

"Wow."

"That's...quite the pair of lungs they have," Sandy said, offering a cup of tea to the demon queen sitting next to his oldest friend. Princess Iron Fan accepted, a gleam in her eyes as she took a delicate sip. "Should we be concerned?"

"No," she said, looking at them all. Her husband looked away, his face visibly darkening. Not with anger but with embarrassment. "It's a good sign. It shows that they were brave enough to confess despite their nerves. My husband was like that."

He had yelled at her and, for a good minute, she had been offended. But then she had looked at him, really looked at him, and saw the trembling in his form, the sweat that matted his fur. It was the same shaking and sweating her dear son had. Like his father, he had collapsed to his knees. Unlike his father, he was holding the Noodle Boy who was smiling into his hair, lucky enough and proud enough to not lower himself to begging.

She liked her husband begging, but not for her heart.

"Get me a copy of that picture," she said to the Long girl, who had her phone up and was snapping pictures.

"On it, boss!"

[autism-autobot]

Me: Man, that was an awesome steak my dad cooked up. I devoured that thing! *gasp* Maybe I should write my characters having a good steak toge-

Sun Wukong: *is vegetarian*

Demon Bull Family: *won't eat steak because ✨️reasons✨️*

Nezha: *could probably eat steak but won't in front of the above characters*

Me: Never mind.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝'𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: violence

a/n: nsfw included (ha duh)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESFP

Gryffindor

Neutral Good

Aries Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Trusting other's wasn't easy for Uhtred. Well, until a person saves his life.

・It didn't seem like a big deal at the time. The decision was easy to make. With four men against thirty, it was more than an unequal fight.

・Standing out of sight, you grabbed one of your silver-tipped arrows and aimed.

・The leader of the large group of men faltered in his step. His gaze trying to locate the source of the arrow, which had landed exactly where he was about to step.

"Hiding is cowardice," the man bellowed. His thick furs unable to hide his fear.

With a raised eyebrow you huffed, not taking the obvious bait.

・You saw one of the men raise a dagger and as he was about to throw it, you released another arrow. Straight into his shoulder.

・Then the fighting started. It only took ten minutes for it to stop.

・You didn't just have great aim with an arrow, you were deadly with daggers as well.

・Now years later, you're found by Uhtred's side. Where he goes, you go. There isn't an issue with him bringing you along on his travels - he knows you can look after yourself.

・A favourite of Finan's, Osferth's & Sihtric's. As you were the only person Uhtred would listen to. Truly listen to.

・And allow himself to be told off by.

・So the three men think you are some sort of powerful being.

・Osferth actually had a bit of a crush on you for a while. Whenever you spoke to him, he would blush.

・Finan and Sihtric teased him relentlessly, and Uhtred overheard them one evening. But he was not jealous. Not in the slightest.

・Osferth nearly died on the spot when he heard Uhtred speaking though.

"I think anyone could fall in love with them. They make it so easy."

・However, it did take a while for Uhtred to tell you about his past. A long, long while. It came in little packages. As if he couldn't say too much at once.

・Showing emotion wasn't one of his great strengths

・But gods forbid if anything happened to you

・There was a time that you had been kidnapped and he nearly tore himself apart trying to find you. All logical thinking had disappeared.

・He knew he couldn't live without you, but knowing that it was a possibility, hit him like a physical blow.

・You are his heart, the person that he always wants to be around. There is no him, without you.

・For years he did not know what his destiny was.

・But now he knows.

・It's you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Overly arrogant, flirty (Uhtred) x Absolutely unfazed (You)

"Give me attention." (Uhtred) x "If the world knew you were like this, they'd be shocked." (You)

"Wtf did you do now?" (You) x "It was an accident!" (Uhtred)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You Save His Life & He Could Not Get You Out Of His Head

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Lívstræðrir by John Lunn, Eivør

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point.

・Uhtred is a giving and passionate lover. As soon as you get time to yourselves, his hands are holding you tight against him. Lips attached to yours in a firm and feverish kiss.

・Behind closed doors is where you see Uhtred's full abilities.

・It's not as if he cannot please you while travelling, it's that he cannot reach the limits that he can when he's able to be fully naked and without interruption.

・At home, with the warm glow of the fire in your joint chamber, he shows you how much he loves you.

・Your naked form underneath his, chest to chest, heart's beating in the same rhythm.

・If you've been apart for a long time, then Uhtred cannot keep his hands off of you, nor can he endure your clothing. Sex is rougher, slightly quicker, but that doesn't mean once is enough.

・No, once is never enough for Uhtred.

・There never goes a night without him at least making you cum. Thrice.

[falling-star-cygnus]

Shaking the fandom by the shoulders WHERE ARE THE CAESAR AND BILLY SIBLING FICS!? THEY ARE STATED TO BE SIBLINGS! BILLY GAVE CAESAR ONE OF HIS ARMS! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH POTENTIAL THERE IS WITH THESE TWO?!

((Sorry for the excitement. I was really looking forward for some caesar and Billy wholesomeness from the fandom, after chapter 4. And I found...well, that one angst fic of Billy losing his memories from you and that was before she released! Seriously, we need more big sibling lil sibling dynamic with Caesar and Billy!

LOUDERRRRR -> the billy kid & caesar king tag doesn't even exist on ao3 yet 😭

which is CRAZY, bc- they're so sweet?? like Caesar clearly cares so much about him [i have one more Caesar post that's only on here, and in my Hare Headcanons Incorrect Quotes fic, in case you didn't see it :D]

sooo anydoodle, here's Caesar and Lighter's reaction to Dismemberment! enjoyyy~ i hope

"BILLY KID."

....oooh, boy.

It had been a while since the android had heard that tone. A nice while. A good while.

He should run.

"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE. RIGHT NOW."

He should definitely run.

As quietly, and as quickly, as Billy could possibly manage- he crept off the couch and towards the door. Caesar had swung by on one of her rare trips to Sixth Street, Lighter in tow, to say hi. And to catch up, of course, as the two had been immediately roped into conversation by the girls. With pictures.

He was going to find Burnice's stash and burn it one of these days...

The android crept another step.

Then another.

Annnnd one more.

Freedom was within his grasp..

"Going somewhere, brother?"

A familiar hand, equipped with a gaudy gauntlet he'd say, latches onto the back of his collar to haul him up to his feet like the android was a particularly feisty alley cat.

"Damnit, Lighter, when did you get so strong!?" Billy yelps, despaired that his exit has been cut off, "What did I do?"

"What didn't you do, Billy?" Caesar cuts in, arms crossed in that scolding Big Sister way that still terrifies him.

"Uh, huh-!? I don't know- Did I forget to take the trash out? Or send a letter? What did I do!?"

Nicole peeks out of the kitchen, vaguely apologetic as she watches the scene play out. 'Sorry' she mouths at him. And then flees.

Like a traitor.

Billy doesn't even notice that Caesar and Lighter are examining his limbs until his Big Sis is snapping in front of his face. With..

Ohhhh.

"You didn't think it was important to tell us you had been stripped for parts?" The leading lady of the Sons barks, pinching some of the hair behind his audio processors to tug.

"Obviously it didn't stick."

"Don't sass your big sister," Lighter tugs him into a loose chokehold to knuckle into his hair, "We had to find out from your boss!"

A traitor!

"I didn't want to worry you! I got better-"

Billy is suddenly struck with the images of Piper and Lucy, what they'd look like if they found out what happened to him. How it would effect Piper's sleep, which was so easily influenced by the sounds around her. Or Lucy's already low trust in strangers.

The android is wrenching himself out of Lighter's hold before he even realizes, clutching onto his arm and to Caesar's elbow.

"You can't tell the others," he pleads, careful to keep his grip loose enough not to break the fragile human bones, "Lucy- Piper, please Big Sis- don't tell them."

"Starlight..."

Caesar carefully removes herself from the marksmen's hold to cup his face plate and knock her forehead into his. Which can't feel good, considering the pointed appendages on his forehead.

But, of course, the leading lady doesn't even flinch.

"When I lost my arm, you gave me one of your spares without even thinking about it. It pisses me off that someone took that choice from you."

Her grip shifts from Billy's face to his neck, and she guides the android into a... sort of awkward hug. Billy was just this side of too tall to comfortably burrow into her neck standing up.

"You're allowed to be upset about it too, little bro."

"When are you gonna get it through your thick skull that we care about you," Lighter tacks on, shifting his grip to the android's shoulder, "You weren't just a weapon, or my predecessor. You're our brother, Kid."

He continues before Billy can even stumble out a response.

"So- please.."

"...tell us these things," Caesar finishes, "We'll understand."

bonus: Caesar, pulling back: Now. Billy: ...? Caesar: Is that motherfucker still alive? *the android sputters, but can't exactly flee or deflect in his current position* Anby, behind Caesar: o-o7 Lighter: ....ȏvō7

[hirokosoul]

[larluce]

Merlin in my Merthur Fic "Protecting the Dragonlord’s son"

Merlin: I confess I'm a sorcerer in front all the cavalry and they don't believe. I confess to Uther that I kissed his son and he doesn't believe me. Nobody believes me! 😭 I could literally say I killed someone-which I did-and no one would believe me!😫 What do I have to do, uh? Cut some bandit's head off and bring it in a silver plate before their eyes!😤

Gaius: That's... oddly especific. You're not planning on doing that, are you?

Merlin: NO!

Gaius: Good to know.

[smilesthroughfandoms]

Wukong has to ask for help from The Demon Bull King and Nezha... they are less than happy to see him

[starsfic]

Baby Pictures

Summary: For some reason, Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan have tapestries of baby Wukong.

The moment some of the children guided the large, golden monkey to the troop, everyone knew there was something strange about them.

They acted like a monkey, yes, chittered and chirped like a cub and soaked up the grooming they performed on them and happily ate the fruit provided. However, there was something different about them and their eventual story of being born from stone. The eldest grandmother of the mountain did not care.

"They're a reward for me from our home," she cooed as she groomed her new child's fur.

Most monkeys accepted this, since she was a lovely monkey who, for whatever reason, had never taken a mate and had simply busied herself with helping to take care of the cubs. If Strange Baby was a reward according to her, then they were a reward.

Then the baby sneezed and banged their head into a boulder.

The boulder, one that the troop used to mark the path to the stream, split in half.

The adults of the troop fell into a shocked silence at the sight of cleanly broken stone. Strange Baby sat up, without even rubbing their forehead in pain, and wiped their nose. The babies of the troop let out a cheer at the sight, unsure of what happened but delighted at the sight of something cool.

Mama Stone simply laughed.

As Strange Baby grew, eventually taking the name Shi Hou and then Sun Wukong, more and more incidents like that first boulder splitting happened. They slowed down as he got older and better understood his strength, but the stories lingered in the troop.

The first time they were told to an outsider was when Demon Bull King introduced his mate and son to the troop after Shi Hou came back from his journey. Mama Stone, now Sun,  soaked up the feeling of having a little one in her arms again. Red Boy cooed and occasionally let out little baby cackles as she moved her tail in his vision, distracting him as she groomed him.

"So," DBK's mate said (Mama Sun liked the name Wind Mate for her), setting her cup of tea down. They were sitting in one of the gardens together, her mate and her son having left to go fishing. "You are Sun Wukong's mother?"

Mama Sun chuckled before speaking, each word slow and careful. Human and demon language was difficult, considering she was an ordinary monkey with not a drop of demon blood, but if her strange baby's marshals and generals could do it, so could she. "My son. My baby. He was a very big baby," She glanced down at Red Boy and gestured to him. "A little bigger than this little spark. So clumsy."

Wind Mate leaned forward, a spark in her eyes. "Clumsy?"

"His first day, I groom him. He sneeze." Mama Sun slapped her hand against her forehead. "He bang his head against a boulder."

Wind Mate winced, her eyes glancing at her son. Mama Sun had heard the story of removing Red Boy's scary fire and how he used it to hurt himself before. The idea of him banging his head against a boulder probably frightened her. "That must have hurt."

Mama Sun cackled, remembering how her jaw dropped. "No!"

"No?"

"He sneeze. He bang his head against boulder. Boulder breaks in half." Red Boy whined at the lack of touch, and she began to groom him again. The little spark relaxed in her hands. "Not even a hurt."

The woman relaxed unknowingly. Her eyes sparked with mischief as a gust of wind brought in a scroll of paper and an inkpot. "Is that the only story you have?"

Oh. No, it wasn't. She had dozens more.

"Like to hear more?"

"No," Wind Mate said with a grin, prepping the pen. "Please. No more."

Mama Sun had no shame.

For the next few years, the treasury of the Demon Bull family supported cross-country trade, especially in the weavers of Greece. Iron Fan and her husband refused to explain why to Wukong. By the time he realized what one of their unused halls was being used for, it was too late.

-_-

Long Xiaojiao tried her best not to grin too hard. 

Otherwise, her face would start hurting, and she would look like a maniac. However, she couldn't help it!

It had taken so much pleading and begging and ego-stroking (she would need to lovingly bully Red twice as much for the next month), but Red had finally submitted to a full live-stream tour of the Demon Bull Palace. It wasn't the entire thing, including secret passages and such, due to security, but it would be more than they had been given back when they were summoning the Samadhi fire!

Things were going pretty well. Red had deactivated the traps- both to avoid awkward dancing around said traps and to "keep an element of surprise" and was clearly enjoying himself.

And he had complained so much about how annoying it was going to be!

"And here," Red said, throwing open a set of doors to reveal a large ballroom. Unlike the rest of the hallways, which seemed to be made of dark stone and metal, the floor here was made of dark wood. Carefully angled mirrors lined the walls, making room for a few windows. With the set-up, it would look like the party would be dancing in endless lava. "Is the ballroom."

"I'm surprised you have one," Xiaotian said, looking around with gleaming eyes. Based on the twitch of his hands, he clearly wanted to draw the place. "Mr. Tang said that ancient China didn't have balls like Europe did."

"Well, my mother visited Europe for..." There was a pause there. It was one of those unspoken trying to find a way to free my father pauses that had become more common ever since the family had started patching things up with Sun Wukong. "Anyway, she was invited to a party in a hall similar to this in the early 1800s, and she rather enjoyed it. So," Red puffed up his chest as if the pause had never happened. "I, being the loving and wonderful son I am-"

"What are you doing?" cut over the story of what had to be a loving gift.

Xiaojiao turned, revealing another set of doors at the end of the ballroom, under a grand set of stairs. Princess Iron Fan, the lady of the hour, stared at them with a perfectly raised brow. 

"Ah, Mother! I was just-"

"He was giving us and the chat a tour!" Xiaojiao said, waving her phone up. When she glanced at the screen, she wasn't sure whether to laugh or scowl at the amount of mommy comments that popped up.

Her phone started getting hot when DBK poked his face behind his wife, holding a cup of wine.

Iron Fan's brow raised further. "You're livestreaming?"

Oh boy. Xiaojiao realized, at that moment, that she did not ask either of them for permission. Based on the way Red tensed, neither had he. That was kinda the rule of livestreaming somewhere; you had to get permission from the owners or managers, and she was pretty sure Red didn't own this palace.

Maybe. The amount of stuff he owned was weird.

"...yes?"

"It's live?" Iron Fan asked again, stepping or rather floating closer, close enough that Xiaojiao could now see a spark of mischief in her eyes. "I mean, everyone can see?"

"Uh," she glanced at her boys. Red looked confused and slightly afraid, while Xiaotian was tense, ready for a fight. "Yes? I mean, those who watch the stream and the vod later-"

Iron Fan smirked, and the red alert in Xiaojiao's brain, some small primal part of her, was terrified. The rest of her, however, felt a spark of excitement as she turned, beckoning them and DBK to follow through the other door. "Then I have something special to show."

After a minute or two of walking, they arrived at a small door.

Iron Fan glanced over her shoulder with the smile of the cat who got the cream before she threw open the door, revealing a large hall. Like the ballroom, it was more dark wood than stone, with careful torches lighting the space.

However, that wasn’t the interesting part.

The hall was lined with tapestries, each bearing a familiar golden monkey.

“This is what I like to call Wukong’s baby pictures,” Iron Fan said, bearing a feral grin as Xiaojiao turned her head and the phone, taking in the sight of each tapestry. They were all done beautifully, with what looked like real gold woven into Wukong’s fur, making him gleam in the torchlight. “Each story of him as a child was given willingly by his family and were lovingly recreated by a weaver in Greece.”

“Wait,” Xiaotian said, looking up at DBK. “Why do you have so many tapestries of him?” The same question was echoing across her own mind and the chat, paired with demands to zoom in. Xiaojiao did as requested, zooming on a scene that looked like Wukong knocking over five trees with a confused little baby expression. Most of the tapestries had similar confused baby expressions, paired with Wukong breaking something or doing something that was probably weird by baby monkey standards.

DBK took a long sip of his wine. “When you get a younger sibling,” he said drily, “You will understand.”

The princess giggled menacingly, still bearing that sharp grin. “Each story was too precious to just be left alone in oral history-”

“IIIIIIRON FANNNNN!” 

Xiaotian yelped as a blur of gold rushed past him and slammed into the princess. When the dust cleared, another yelp came out at the sight of his mentor, pinning the princess down. Her smile hadn’t faded- in fact, somehow, she looked even more excited.

“Are you embarrassed, Wukong?” she said, her voice bordering on a cackle. That was not the first question on Xiaojiao’s mind, but she seemed delighted.

“Yes!” His mentor said, pushing back and giving her space to get up before launching back at her. “I can’t believe you still have these-!”

Xiaojiao turned the camera to DBK. She expected him to rage or at least look annoyed. Instead, he handed his cup to Xiaotian and sighed, dodging as his former sworn brother was thrown over his head, followed quickly by his wife. “It seems I will have to continue the tour, then,” he said. Amusement glinted in his eyes.

“Um, Father?” Red Son asked, glancing over his shoulder as his mother let out a cackle that eerily sounded like his. “Shouldn’t we stop them?”

“No, no, they bring each other’s child out,” DBK explained, leading the way to one tapestry where Wukong looked sheepish among a field of cracks in the ground. “They’ll wear each out eventually. Now, this tapestry is based around the one time Wukong caused a small earthquake over the lack of peaches…”

As DBK led them down the hallway, stopping at what seemed to be his favorite tapestries, more questions popped up on the chat, paired with oohs and awws over the tapestries of baby Wukong. Xiaojiao found herself glancing over at her boys and the anime-like fight cloud that kicked and punched through the hall, never causing damage to the tapestries, and the same questions popped up.

“So, aren’t you guys enemies?” she finally asked. “Why do you have his baby pics?” She hefted up her phone and tried for a smile and her usual attitude. “Deets, please!”

DBK hummed, his eyes misting over. She could best describe the look on his face as soft. "Yes, we were enemies. But he's also the baby brother I always wanted who doesn't try to hook my son up with every princess who walks by and it is hard to forget that." He blinked then and then straightened up, as if realizing he had shown too much emotion.

That was weirdly sweet. Xiaojiao didn’t entirely understand it as an only child, but it was sweet. She glanced down at the chat and resisted making a face at the explosion that was happening across the screen. Some were cooing at the clear care DBK had for Wukong, while others were exploding and demanding more info on that whole “setting Red up with every princess who walks by.” Thankfully, the shipping wars hadn’t started up yet because a few of her fans had never heard of polyamory.

“What do you mean about that one part about your brother?”

Red sighed, straightening up when she turned the camera to him. “Father is referring to his biological younger brother, the Immortal Ruyi.”

“He is more of a bastard than Wukong ever was,” DBK huffed, opening the door to reveal a massive hall, all lined with not just tapestries, but also mosaics and paintings and scrolls, all bearing a child with fiery red hair. Some of the chat jostled for a better look, but most wanted to learn more about Ruyi. “He is interested in the well-being of the family, of course, but in a way that grants him more power.”

“Wasn’t he the guy who withheld access to the abortion water?” Xiaotian asked and the chat seemed to freeze at that before bursting into outrage. Xiaojiao could hardly keep up with the amount of swears and death threats aimed at Ruyi. Her parents keep suggesting that she hire a moderator to keep the chat clean during her streams, but she had never felt the need until now, even though she agreed with chat.

DBK nodded, his face scrunching up with even more displeasure. “He is a bastard to the core, as I said. One of his ways of trying to gain power was gaining wealth through that scheme.” He turned to one painting, one showcasing Red Boy playing with what looked like human skulls like how Xiaojiao used to play with blocks. “His other bright idea is marrying my son off-”

A gust of wind sent the tapestries fluttering before Iron Fan settled on his shoulder. “Which never worked out because he is only interested in himself,” she said, reaching out and gently stroking his cheek. “My son is far too fine for whatever wolves he tried to throw him to.”

Red let out a little giggle.

“Except he keeps doing this- have I mentioned that he’s still trying? Last week, I had five marriage proposals stuffed in the mailbox-” DBK looked on his way to begin properly ranting, like he did on his take over the world streak, but Wukong landed on his other shoulder.

“I could kill him for you,” he said, casually as if asking what the plan for dinner was. “You killed that one demon lord for misgendering me, Iron Fan killed that one lady for not taking no for an answer-” He leaned on DBK’s head with a sigh. “I feel bad. The only thing I did was ruin that one general’s reputation so the court would agree with Iron Fan about exiling him-”

Xiaojiao had so many questions.

“Oh, was that you?” Iron Fan said, as if there weren’t questions about the past floating around and also adorable Red Boy pictures everywhere. “I always thought General Ironclad did it while angling for a promotion-”

Xiaojiao glanced down at her chat. Some were laughing while others were pointing out that wasn’t the journey supposed to curb Wukong's murder impulses? One comment made her pause, raising a brow.

BlueBlur: Oh. I suddenly get this relationship.

If that was meant to explain anything, they didn’t explain.

[autism-autobot]

FloaPS Memes 2

Masterpost

Chapter 18:

Chapter 19:

Wukong:

Wholesome FloaPS Memes:

As for Wukong's mental state:

He's not perfect, but he's doing better.

@swkbiggestdefender @starrclown @istopaskingmemate @ainnur @then-be-a-warrior @weaverpop @alilcherrysramblings

[howling-medic]

Is there anyone who wants a 5+1 gen fic about the times Pippin calls Aragorn Strider in places and situations he probably shouldn’t (court events, feasts, council meets and the like)? It would start silly and fluffy and end angsty (with a really angsty epilogue and poooooooossibly a sweet little bonus moment to make things better again). I can edit and post it, but I would love to know if there’s some interest in it first.

Link to fic: https://www.tumblr.com/howling-medic/768135979193303040/impertinence

[jamisonsilvadrawsbad]

Chapter 4 of Reckless and Wild is out now!

[falling-star-cygnus]

What do you think would happen if Billy never left the Sons? This could be an interesting alternative timeline

I think if Billy never left the Sons his personality would be pretty different compared to the one he has now, he'd be more serious and from the POV of a son's member Billy is a chill android that acts like a big brother figure to a majority of the sons with Caesar King being an exception a majority of the time

forcing myself to write bc depression is MY bitch 💪 and i will not be letting it dictate one of my favorite hobbies -> and this is a fantastic prompt!

the voices are COOKING despite my lack of motivation though, i've got so many ideas [specifically in HSR] and it's killing me. ah, but i digress

enjoy!!!

"ANBY! IF YOU WANDER OFF ONE MORE TIME I'M PUTTING YOU ON THE LEASH!"

Nicole was going to go grey before she hit her thirties. It was practically guaranteed, especially if she had to keep wrangling in a former weapon that insisted on disappearing all the damn time!

She only looked away for a second! How did she lose not one, but both of her subordinates? The boss of the Cunning Hares could divert and run with the best of them but these two...

Maybe if she shouted louder they'd come back.

"NEKOMATA, THAT INCLUDES YOU!"

"Why are ya yelling?"

Nicole trips over her damn own feet.

"Ack- who are you!?" she practically shrieks, readying her briefcase should she need to make a hasty escape.

It's not so subtly met with the tip of- is that a freakin' flamethrower!? Does she have two freakin' flamethrowers!? Just- on her!?

"The name's Burnice!" the- admittedly pretty cute girl chirps, offering her free hand down to the Boss of the Hares, "What's yours?"

The ashy blonde's hand feels rough, like a bartenders, and she hauls the Hare to her feet with a surprising amount of ease. Seriously, it's like- nothing to her. Nicole finds herself stumbling again.

This was getting annoying..

"Oops," Burnice chuckles, elated as she steadies her current conversation partner, "Sorry about that. Guess I don't know my own strength anymore! Our android, Billy, falls over a lot too!"

She didn't like the implications there. Eh, at least she wasn't being called heavier than a hunk of metal..

"Don't worry about it.. I'm Nicole, by the way, of the Cunning Hares." Well, it's not like it would hurt to introduce herself. The Outer Ring was full of people with... less than legal activities.

It's not like the Hares were a beacon of law abidance themselves, of course, but- still. Maybe they'd think twice before messing with the boss of a known organization.

Maybe.

...hopefully.

"Wait- did you say Billy? Like.. Billy Kid? The Billy Kid? The Enforcer?"

Burnice practically squeals, and Nicole realizes- far too late- that she was being led somewhere.

...honestly, she's just kind of impressed the pyromaniac could skip in such skinny heels. Wow. That took talent. The implications that this cute girl knew such a large name finally don on the pink haired boss.

"Are you a Son?"

"No, silly, I'm a girl!"

"...of Calydon," Nicole clarifies.

"Oh. Yeah!"

Not a thought but fire in that head, huh...

A familiar weight glomps onto Nicole's sides, all skinny arms and puffy sleeves and chubby cheeks. The relief that unfurls in her chest is staggering.

"Aw, look! You found your friends.. unless you don't know them, and they're robbing you. That would definitely make this less cute."

Anby huffs in displeasure at the assumption, and squeezes closer. Ah... she was so cute when she wasn't being murderous.

Nekomata, on the other hand, she could feel stealing her wallet.

"Put it- DON'T PULL OUT YOUR BLADES WHILE I'M BETWEEN YOU TWO!"

Why does she keep needing to have this conversation!? Nicole grabs the thiren girl by the ear and the former weapon by the cheek, scowling herself as the two bicker like spoiled children.

Spoiled children that were trying to skewer each other threw their boss. She feels a vein tick in her forehead.

"QUIT IT!"

They quiet down.

Burnice is practically cackling in the background as the two mumble properly chastised apologies and sheath their blades.

"You- you guys are like Lighter and-" the pyromaniac giggles her way through her sentence, "Lighter and-"

"Burnice! Did you wander off again?" a new voice cuts in.

There's no way.

There's absolutely no way.

Running into a Son of literal friggin Calydon was crazy enough! Nicole had hoped to get the hell out of dodge before she ran into another one. Specifically, before she wandered into their marksmen.

This was somehow worse.

Because that was fucking Caesar.

The Caesar King.

Admittedly, she was similarly being glomped on by her pyromaniac like Nicole had been a few moments prior- but she was still the leading lady of a gang.

There was very little that could diminish that!

"Don't you remember what happened last time?" the pale-haired woman continued, scolding like a big sister, "I thought we all agreed that we'd wait to wander off alone until the-"

King glanced at the group of curious Hares.

"...threat had been taken care of. Kid is still out of commission, and he's made of metal. Buddy system, Burnice."

Anby and Nekomata straighten up at the familiar moniker- even as the ashy blonde pouts. Caesar rests a hand on her shoulder, keeping her voice close to a whisper.

"We all want to put this thing in the ground, believe me. But we can't if it picks us off one by one."

Huh... maybe they were closer knit than Nicole had previously thought. They were certainly protective of each other.

. . . . . . . . .

The question burns on the tip of Anby's tongue, but she doesn't know if she can ask it. She doesn't want to potentially make an enemy for the Hares by offending them.

Hm.. she needed an extrovert friend, like in the movies.

Maybe Nekomata would..

"Sorry if this is rude, but... Billy Kid. Is he- ...alright? You mentioned he was out of commission."

Or Nicole would ask, that worked too. Either way, Anby got her answers.

Burnice and Caesar glance at each other- twin flashes of what could only be described as mischief flitting between them.

"It was tragic," the ashy blonde wails, falling backwards into Caesar's arms like a damsel struck, "Our poor boy... crushed into spare parts!"

The leading lady of the Sons sniffs in return, looking similarly crestfallen, "Truly, it was a massacre. It took us hours to find everything. But- by the time we did..."

She's obviously lying- at least, on some scale, but the other two Hares eat it up like it's their first meal in weeks. They gasp, hands raised to their mouth as they're lead to the wrong conclusion.

"It was too late," the pale-haired woman finishes, still holding up her team member.

What could possibly fall a feared war machine?

Throughout this whole spiel, the two Calydon members had been leading them back to their base of operations- something about restocking their supplies and escorting them back to Sixth street.

It was kind of bare bones, to be honest, no shelter from the sky and just a handful of couches around a fire. But maybe Anby had just gotten used to a bed and warm bodies.

"I'm so sorry to hear that-"

"WOULD YOU QUIT TELLING PEOPLE I'M DEAD!?"

There it is.

The voice is vaguely mechanical but human, or- alive sounding. More alive than Anby had ever sounded. A shock of white hair, kinda similar to hers actually but infinitely fluffier, pops up from one of the couches.

Burnice and Caesar practically fall into each other cackling and holding their stomachs.

"You're freaking them out!" the android continues, as he shifts as if to stand up.

Caesar is immediately on his case.

"Ah-ah-ah, sit your metal ass back down," she bites, rounding the corner to push him down, "We're still repairing your wiring and battery- which means you need to take it easy, Starlight."

Something loosens under the white haired girl's chest, something like misplaced relief. She doesn't know why, she's only ever heard stories of this guy, but-

Her surroundings suddenly feel like they've been painted in 4D.

There's so much going on around Anby that it's hard to think- Nekomata is yowling as Burnice tries to pet her, Nicole is tapping on her phone- an insistent beep-beep-beep that clouds her head, and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts-

She wants it to stop-

Oh.

Cool metal fingers have slid under her headphones, quieting the outside noise as pale ambers meet bright yellows. The leading lady is clearly displeased that he had moved, but understanding and pure fondness is there too.

This close, Anby can see where pure havoc was wreaked on his build. Deep gouges line his lanky arms, his right leg is downright gone, and his fingers have a near imperceptible shake over her tired ears.

Again, what could've caused this to an android built for war?

The world quiets further as the people around the two take notice of the infamous marksmen, and the former weapon feels like she can breathe again. The android pulls his hands away and fixes her headphones.

"Sorry. You just- looked overwhelmed."

Anby shakes her head, not quite trusting her voice, and gestures back towards the couch. Go sit down, she tries to convey.

If Billy Kid had a mouth, the former weapon guarantees he'd be scowling. The flat expression- of his eyes- seems so wildly out of place on his faceplate that it makes the girl pause.

Regardless, the android hops back to the couch- two blonde girls half his height appearing out of nowhere to help him hobble along on his singular leg.

The one in the spiked helmet things say something about 'naptime' to the girl with the flower shaped bun and it sounds vaguely like a threat. Looks like a threat too as Billy Kid squawks and tries to soften the smaller girl's landing.

She had just- flopped into his lap. And fallen asleep.

It feels.... odd. Like she was watching the same plot of a movie with a different filter.

The war android was nicer than she thought he'd be.

Anby finds herself standing behind the couch, leaning forward to drive the seriousness off her offer home.

"Do you want to join the Cunning Hares?"

[astro-lmk-enjoyer]

LMK rant!! (It’s a long one + a story/fanfic)

I like the concept that MK isn’t Wukong type immortal. But Macaque’s version of immortal, like, consider the fact that MK, as a celebrity, has a cash number on his head for all the demons and hard core criminals to exploit.

And MK just isn’t fazed by it at all.

He can get stab, shot, anything and he’ll walk into the restaurant and everyone will be like “OMG MK THERE IS A KNIFE IN YOUR CHEST”

And MK is like “oh yeah I forgot about that. There was a sale on a drink and there was no line so I just had to!” He pulls out the knife and the wound like, instantly heals? Everyone is shocked and MK is just: 😐

MK would have a HUGE price on his head in the black market, like “yeah this is MK The Monkie Kid’s headband which he wore throughout s1-s2 ep4” or something like that idk.

And MK will just throw the knife aside and go up to his room, like nothing happened, and check his to-do list coz, come on, MK has to train with Wukong AND Macaque and have mandatory hangouts with his friends and work (only part-time now) at Pigsy’s. Boy has a lot on his mind, which he likes! He has to keep busy so he doesn’t have time to think.

That to-do list had eat and sleep on it but those two rarely get done and that’s okay! MK doesn’t want to sleep anyway, every time he sleeps she is there (whether you take that as LBD or Nuwa is up to you). In fact everyone is there in his dreams but they’re not really there you know? They’re there but their ether died, dying or have a life threatening injury’s . Every time he sleeps he see how thing could have gone differently- all the time he put their lives in danger every time he hurt them.

The time almost the whole city got mind controlled, the countless times the city got destroyed and rebuilt only to get destroyed again and again by his mistakes- The Spider Queen, LBD, The Fire- The Celestial Realm- Asure Lion- AGAIN AND AGAIN HES HURT PEOPLE no mater what he does it always leads to pain! Not to mention the time HE LITERALLY COMMITTED SUICIDE TO SAVE THE WORLD what about his friends!? They almost got erased because of him! And he died again because that snake demon pushed him into the pillar. NOT TO MENTION THE IMPENDING DOOM OF “The Chaos beyond” AND ALL THAT. OOOH VERY NICE OF YOU TO TELL ME THAT BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN. EXPLAIN.

Huh. Got sidetracked there. Anyway-

Instead of sleeping,MK walks around all night, he feels he’s looking for something but he doesn’t know what, someone to help? His sanity? His will to live? Those therapy sessions he should be getting? He doesn’t know really. But it keeps him awake and the city is pretty big so he doesn’t have to worry about running out of places to look, so it works. And when the sun starts to rise he goes home and sneaks back into his room.

The lack of sleep starts getting to him though. He’s more snappy, annoyed, all that good stuff. Everyone else knows and try’s to not give him stuff to do so whatever adrenaline he’s on finally calms down and he gets some sleep.

MK doesn’t see it like that though.

In his mind they have finally noticed how he’s useless now. Now that he’s for filled his purpose of saving the universe he is no longer needed. They don’t need him. They hate him. He’s unwanted. No worry’s though. He’ll get out of there hair and go around helping the people of the city instead of doing what they refuse to let him do for them.

But at some point the people notice too. They stop asking him for help.

He looks awful at this point and he start to spiral a bit-

I mean if even his friends and the towns people don’t want him then, then fine! He’ll find something else to give him purpose! And to help him not sleep of cause. But sleep is something you can only out run for so long.

He runs away. You might think this seems a very strange response but MK is basically delirious by this point. He finds a spot in the wilderness where everything feels like it’s stopped. It’s so calm and peaceful, you could never imagine that this place probably had hordes of dangerous creatures pass through it.

He puts his bag down and sits, relaxing for once in a LONG time, how many days straight had he been awake for now? 4, 5, more??

He probably only sits down for a minute before he passes out of exhaustion.

He wakes up later in the day, the other probably know he’s not at home by now, they probably think he’s out in the town somewhere. But he’s not.

He doesn’t really like having to walk about with his own thoughts for too long. But eventually he reaches the edge of the forest and the sea, he doesn’t know he came here of all places. No he can’t sleep here the water is too loud right now. Perfect. Now if he could just find somewhere hidden from anyone’s line of sight he could stay there.

Walking along the shore, MK eventually finds a cove-like area. Thick trees ether side but enough wind for the waves to stay loud. Siting down he wondered what he could do to stay awake, right! The water would keep him awake and he would have to keep moving as to not get pulled out to sea!

He stripped down to his pants and hung his clothes on a tree branch so they don’t get dirty. Wading in the water he found that the sting of the coldness made him a touch more awake. It was nice out here- oops. He slipped on some seaweed and the waves pushed him over. Now that he was under the water it seamed like a different place, the fish dove in and out of the seaweed. He reached out to touch the floor of the sea, he could feel the sand and the roots of the seaweed if he focused enough. Though it felt like he there was something he was forgetting-

Oh fu- he forgot to hold his breath! Bubbles flow past his face as he realised and he pushed his way the surface. But right before a thought came to him, what if he stayed there? Under the water? He could just disappear and no one would know where he went… nonsense that was. Once he was out the water he coughed up a couple handfuls of water and headed back to shore. That was enough water for him.

What was that strange thought anyway? I mean, thinking about that would keep his mind away from thinking about other things… why would he think that? Didn’t that count as a suicidal thought? No that’s not what that was. Was it?

A buzzing brought his attention back to his surroundings. Where was it coming from? He turned back to the trees intending to find a bee or something but no his phone in his jacket pocket was ringing. Quickly shaking most of the water off his hand he grabbed his phone. It was Pigsy. Pigsy was ringing him. It was past the start time of his shift, so it was probably to yell at him or something. He didn’t want to deal with that.

He let his phone ring out. But he rang again. MK didn’t- COULDN’T deal with that right now. He turned his phone off and throw it in the water. On second thought he shouldn’t have done that. The water wasn’t safe to be in if there was electronics in it right? But what did that mater to him for? Whatever.

He quickly got dressed and picked up his bag maybe he could read one of the two comic books he bought with him. He read both of them. Over and over till he memorised the words. This wasn’t helping. It passed some time sure but it wouldn’t last long, maybe he could redraw the comic in his own style? Yeah! That was something to do.

Just then he noticed a strange voice, it was to far away to recognise or to make out what they where saying but if there were people he had to move.

He walked- ran actually, he ran. But the voice just got closer, he recognised the voice now, a voice he could recognise anywhere, HER. Whispering right in his ear.

Did you miss me~

No! This wasn’t happening- not now!

They don’t need you anymore do they?

They-! … do they really need him?

Of course they don’t need you~ you did your purpose after all. You saved the world congrats, and in doing so you’ve hurt them beyond repair. Pigsy-

No!

Red Son-

No…

Mei-!

He tripped on a root and dropped his bag, but there was no time to pick it up, he kept running.

Look at what you’ve accomplished, what could have happened instead. I could have take the fire from Mei and been unstoppable! Not even Monkie King could-

MK tripped again but he could barely stand up again. If he could find somewhere comfortable like the grass from before maybe he could have the same dreamless sleep as he did before.

He rested his head on a tree trying to calm his breaths- everything was too overwhelming!

They hate you don’t they~

He was to focused on trying not to breath in all the world’s oxygen then on stopping the thoughts. He clucked his chest. He’d be fine. Everything would be fine.

A small movement caught his eye. A butterfly… but this one looked off for some reason? Just then the butterfly burst into a cloud of golden smoke before Monkie King appeared out of it. MK shoved himself up to his feet. His heart still pounding in his ears. Monkie King grabbed his wrist and said… something???

MK’s head pounded, he couldn’t tell whether his eyes were blurred from crying or his lightheadedness. Ether way he felt he was going to pass out. He stumbled backwards, Monkie King pulled MK towards him but all it achieved was making MK more dizzy. MK’s eyes felt heavy and he fell into Monkie King’s arms. He closed his eyes and Monkie King called out. MK felt the vibrations in the other’s chest. One hand was holding firmly onto his back and the other held his head gently.

His hands were soft. It felt… right. To be here in his arms.

And finally… MK fell in to that sweet dreamless-sleep he wanted.

Wow. Idk if it was my ADHD kicking in or something but I didn’t intend to write the start of a fanfic. Damn.