#this could also extend onto sandy

[nemotheenvisionist]

You wanna know what hurts?

The fact that it's so clear that Tang cares more about MK, than MK cares about Tang

The fact that Tang sees Mk as a son ("I'm kind of like a father figure") but Mk didn't even realise that Tang was missing

The fact that we have no evidence to say that Tang WASN'T also there for Mk's entire life, yet Mk only thinks of Pigsy as his dad

The fact that they so clearly get along really well and have the same hyperfixation (most likely because of Tang) but Mk forgets the stories Tang tells him (The whole waterfall thing)

The fact that Tang was Mk's original mentor (telling him the jttw stories) but Mk forgot about him when he got Wukong

The fact that Tang so desperately wants to feel like part of the group but Mk side-lines him (Benched, just that entire episode)

The fact that Tang literally fell from the sky after his encounter with Macaque but Mk only cared about the ring

The fact that Tang is incredibly powerful for someone who just got their powers and is literally having to learn about them while searching for their lost friends, but Mk just tells him to do better

Now don't get me wrong, Mk does care about Tang, of course he does, and I don't think for a second that he's even doing it intentionally. I think it's just that he doesn't think of Tang, he's useful until he's not then he keeps his attention on either Wukong, Mei, and/or Pigsy.

I've seen some people think that Tang should become a villain but I really don't think he should. Tang is so protective of his family (considering we know NOTHING about his bio family) that I think it would be ooc if he did. However, I do think he should be separated from the rest of the group at a seemingly calm time, with no way of knowing where he is. I want to see Mk realise how much Tang cares about him without getting nearly as much care in return.

I want Mk to see what happens if the man who is always there, is always reliable, is always happy to help, is always free to defend him, is always taken for granted yet keeps coming back despite not needing to, suddenly isn't there at all

[vvinirl]

satoru. g

warnings: smut, missionary, pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart) name calling from gojo and reader (crybaby,shorty,dumbass) oral (fem receiving), spitting, praising, slight crying during sex, curses don’t exist

word count: 4.3k

not proofread

would you say that it was a blessing having your older brother’s best friend satoru gojo around, or a curse?

if it was a blessing, there would only be a few things you could list that would make it a blessing

-you’ve known him since you were practically in diapers

-he’s always around

-he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen

-he actually talks to you

-and he’s a older guy

those are what some would call a blessing

if it was a curse, there would only be one thing you could list that would make it a curse

-you can’t have him

and not only because he’s your older brother’s best friend and if you and satoru were to get together it would ruin their friendship, but because you just can’t

or you don’t think you could. you don’t think that satoru has ever thought about you in ways you’ve thought about him. you don’t think you’re his type, and you definitely definitely don’t think he would ever be interested in you

the only reason you think about those thoughts are because satoru always has girls lined up in front of him, willing to give up everything in their life just to spend a day with him. everyone adores him and worshiped him, who wouldn’t?

and he was crazy rich and was already the ceo of of his family company and the youngest rich bachelor in the country

but despite all satoru had and could have, he chose to stay single

why? nobody knows

and he also chose to stay around his best friend suguru and even you

you don’t know why he chose you guys, he could have any friends he wanted, hundreds if he chose but no

you don’t know when or how your little crush on satoru started but if you had to say, it would definitely be that summer, before the start of 6th grade

you were going to the 6th grade and suguru and satoru were going to the 8th

you were at the park playing and minding your business. in your cute little baby blue dress with daisies on them and a big white bow sewn into the back. you could say it was your favorite dress

these 3 older boys, probably grade 9, walked up to you and started throwing mean comments at you

“look at her hair, ew”

“her ugly dress too”

“does she think she’s cute?”

you didn’t cared what they said but one comment really stuck out to you

“why does she look like that”

some would say you were a crybaby, and they are definitely right. you were a sensitive child, still is

“leave me alone” you stood up, grabbing your babydoll and held it by your side

“or what?”

“you gonna cry to your big bro geto?”

one of the laughed and walked closer to you

“i-i said leave me alone” tears welling up in your eyes, looking down at your black sandals, the sandy beneath your feet

one of the boys pushed you back as you fell back onto your elbows and into the sand

“oh so you think you’re tuff now huh-“

the boy didn’t finish his sentence as satoru came out of nowhere and landed a punch on his jaw

“what the hell!” one of the boys yelled towards satoru, kneeling down to inspect his friend’s bleeding nose

“do you want a matching bloody nose too?” satoru stepped up to them

“n-no, let’s get out of here guys”

“he’s fricking crazy man”

the boys got their friend with the bloody nose off the ground and ran away

you were sitting there the whole time watching everything unfold before your eyes, still in the same position in the sand that the boy pushed you to

“are you okay?”

you looked up at satoru, his hand extended for you to take. you nodded, taking his hand as he brought you up

“are you hurt anywhere?”

“no, i’m okay” you sniffled, looking down at your dress to see it had gotten a little dirty

satoru reached a hand up to your face and wiped your tears stained cheek with his sleeve

you looked up at him, bright blue eyes staring into your dark and brown ones. the summer sunlight reflecting off his milky pale skin

“don’t let them treat you like that okay?”

“y-yeah” you nodded once more, still lost in those eyes

“if they ever come back again, i’ll leave them with more than a bloody nose”

“but you might get in trouble gojo”

“i don’t care. you shouldn’t have to deal with their bullshit, got that?”

“mhm”

“now come on crybaby, your brother and parents are waiting for you” satoru dusted your dress of and wrapped an arm around your shoulders

“and i said to call me satoru”

“right, yeah of course gojo-“

“i mean satoru!” you quickly corrected yourself, feeling slightly embarrassed. gojo laughed at you as he shook his head

“dumbass”

“am not”

“are too”

the both of you bickered back and forth, as you walked back to your house, his arms still around your shoulders

but i guess you could that was the day you began to slowly fall in love with satoru more and more as the years went on

there was times when you fell harder for him, one including your 9th grade school dance

a guy in a older grade had asked you out to the dance so you decide to take on the opportunity to go with him

you got all dress up in this beautiful red dress your mom bought from you, she said she wore that very dress the night she met your father back in the same grade you were in right now

it fit you so nicely and your mom did your hair and you got all dolled up for that dance

at the dance you waited and waited for your date to show up but not surprisingly, he didn’t

you saw having a time with another girl on the dance floor as you stood by the punch bowl

you thought that maybe he hadn’t seen you and was looking for you and that girl was just one of his friends, but the universe must’ve have hated you that night because she definitely wasn’t a friend because he kissed her

so you wondered if he was really interested in you or if it was just some dumb prank

you left the dance early that night and walked home. you didn’t want your dad to pick you up or suguru, you didn’t want them to ask you a bunch of questions

when you got home you sat on the porch. there was a swinging chair on the front porch that you loved to sit and read on

swinging back and forth with your knee up to your chest, you hummed your favorite song, thinking about everything and anything, your mind racing

you didn’t even noticed someone had come out the house and sat by you

“y/n”

you flinched as looked beside you, “gosh satoru, you could’ve given me a heart attack”

he chuckled and shook his head, looking ahead

you both stared up at the dark sky, the moon illuminating your faces, the stars shining brightly in the cataclysmic sky

“why did you leave the dance” satoru spoke up

“i got bored and decided to leave”

“he stood you up didn’t he?”

you didn’t say anything, your eyes still glued to the stars

satoru took his eyes away from the sky and looked at you, “what’s his name”

“satoru..”

“what, i’m just asking” he shrugged

you knew what he was trying to do and what he was going to do

“it doesn’t matter anymore. he doesn’t matter”

you got up and grabbed your heels, “good night satoru”

“wait, y/n-“

he stood up, towering over you

you hadn’t even notice that satoru has been growing so tall all these years, and definitely getting hotter

you brought your eyes up to meet his, waiting for what he said to say

“yes, satoru?”

“do you wanna dance?”

“what..?”

“i said to do you wanna dance.. with me?”

you both danced on your porch that night. one of his hands around your waist and the other holding your hand. with your head rest on his chest and a hand on his shoulder, the other one in his hands

the next week at school you saw the guy that stood you up at the dance with stitches and a black eye. that day satoru and suguru got called into the principal office and got suspended

that was when you knew you liked satoru, but you also knew you couldn’t be with him and you knew he wouldn’t choose you

the other time was when you were 18 finished with high school and suguru and satoru were second years in college, both 20

you moved in with your brother into an apartment off campus

satoru would come around a lot and sleepover, you didn’t know why but when you asked him, all he said was “let’s just say home isn’t very warm and welcoming right now”

one evening in the spring you had came home from work, the gentle breeze of the wind blowing through the window of the living that was slightly cracked opened

you were tired and wanting to shower and hop straight in bed

you didn’t think anyone was home because it was very quiet so you put your things away in your room and grabbed your towel and loofa

making your way over to the bathroom, humming whatever song that was stuck in your head, you opened the bathroom door, not thinking anyone was in there because you thought the house was empty

you opened the door and your eyes widened in shock

there was satoru, drying his wet hair with a towel, naked

you shut the door quickly, mentally cussing yourself as you ran back to your room

“oh my god oh my god oh my god”

you plopped down onto your bed as covered your face

you could feel your face getting warm as the image of satoru naked flashes your mind repeatedly

“hey, i’m done with the shower”

satoru’s deep voice broke you out of your state as you flinched

he stood there leaning against the door with the towel handing lowly around his waist. his happy trail and v-line on display, little water droplets running down from his neck to his toned abs and into the crevice of the towel

you nodded and got up, making your way over to your door but you stopped as satoru till stood in the way

he rested his head against the door way, looking down at you, smirking

you forgot that satoru had gotten so much smug over the years, his ego way bigger now and his attitude completely different

he can be nice if he wanted to but most of the time he was a kinda of a dick, not seeming to care about anyone but himself

but for you, he was different, he treated you differently. he would tease you here and there and call you names or make fun of you but of the end of the day, he was never really disrespectful to you or treated you like how he treated others

“my eyes are up here shorty”

you looked up at him, slightly avoiding eye contact with him. you were definitely not looking at his abs or what was under that towel, you almost found out anyways. if satoru would’ve turned around, you definitely would’ve seen but his back was turned to you when you accidentally walked in on him

“why are you being all shy now?”

he knew why, but he wanted to tease and push your buttons.

“i’m not”

“then look at me”

you averted your eyes to meet his, fully making eye contact with him now. a small smirk formed on his lips as he looked you up and down

he got off the door frame and moved closer to you.

“you know if you wanted to see my dick you could’ve just asked”

“you’re disgusting satoru and plus it was an accident” you rolled your eyes at him and his inappropriate behavior

“im just saying princess. i wouldn’t mind showing you”

“why are you so nasty” you shook your head at him as he laughed

“come on, you know i’m just pushing your buttons. suguru would murder me”

“hopefully he does, your annoying ass”

“wow”, satoru brought a hand up to his heart “that one hurt princess, how could you”, he faked sniffled

rolling your eyes, you said “satoru im too tired right now, i gotta shower”

“aw but i wanna have more fun with you” he fake pouted a little

“go have fun with some other girl”

“are you suggesting i do or implying”

“whichever one, i could careless”

“you jealous?”

you scoffed and looked away, “as if”

satoru moved closer to you, bringing a hand under your shirt slightly to grab your waist. his other hand reached up to your face and cupped your jaw

“you know you don’t need to be jealous”

“i’m not”

“it’s okay if you are, i’m not going anywhere”

what did he even mean by that, you thought to yourself

you felt satoru’s thumb caressing the flesh on your waist

“satoru i already said im not jealous, quit trying to make it sound like i am”

you moved his hand from your face and walked past him into the hallway, making your way to the bathroom

“whatever you say sweetheart” satoru said after you

a few years later you would sometimes think about that day, thinking about what he said “im not going anywhere”

you thought hard about what he was talking about or maybe trying to say but it didn’t matter anyways. not like it meant anything

you were now 21 and gojo and suguru were 23

you still lived with suguru, and still in school. you wanted to become a nurse so you were currently in nursing school. suguru owned a tattoo business of his own and even had a girlfriend. satoru had taken over his family company, becoming the new ceo

you were laying on the couch of your shared apartment with your brother watching tv as suguru walked in through the front door

“hey i’m home” he said, placing some grocery bags on the kitchen counter

“what did you buy”

“some bread, milk and other necessities”

you sat up from the couch and rest your head on the back of the chair, looking over at suguru into the kitchen

“oh and satoru invited me over at his place later tonight to hang out with some friends if you wanna come”

your ears perked up as you brought your head up from the couch

“satoru..?”

“mhmm, satoru” suguru gave you a knowing look as he wiggled his eyebrows at you

“ew don’t look at me like that”

suguru laughed, “are you gonna come?”

“does he want me to?”

“y/n, why wouldn’t he?”

“i dunno”

“you know you wanna come. you get to see your little crush”

“ewww stop sugu. i don’t like him”, you turned your back to him and looked back at the tv

“yeah sureeee”

“shut up”

you hadn’t seen satoru in about 3 months. i guess he’s been busy with work and all. he’s texted a few times to check up on you and stuff but it was like once every 2 weeks for the past 3 months

you did kinda wanted to see him. as a matter of fact you wanted to see him very badly. you missed him and his stupid face

“so are you gonna come with me?” suguru asked

“i guess i could”

later that night you wore a mini baby blue dress that hugged your figure just right. showing all your curves and such. you thought you looked nice and hopefully satoru thinks so too tonight

when you and suguru arrived to satoru’s penthouse, he opened the door for yall

“what’s up suguru”, satoru greeted his friend as they did their little handshake

suguru entered the house as you stood there, looking at satoru

“princess”, satoru give you a little smirk

“satoru”

“it’s been a while” he said, his eyes roaming over your body

“yeah it has, i’ve missed you”

your eyes widened slightly to what you said, not registering you that that you’ve missed satoru

“i mean like- not like missed missed but you know.. like not seeing you around and-“

“i missed you too y/n” satoru cut you off

“o-oh” you laughed nervously, your face getting warm

“you’re getting all shy on me again princess”

“shut up”

your rolled your eyes at him, “why don’t you make-“

“hey love birds, stop standing there and come in” you both heard suguru’s voice from inside

satoru smirked at you as he stepped aside to let you in

later on more of suguru’s and satoru’s friends showed up for their little hang out. there was 3 girls including you and a bunch of other guys, including suguru and satoru

you were talking with two of the girls, the 3 of you all becoming friends right then and there.

“you’re crazy”you giggled at something a girl named shoko said

“well he had it coming” she shrugged

the night went all as everyone played some board games. you and satoru were on a team when you guys played charades. you would’ve won if satoru would’ve guess the right answer but he swore the right answer was whatever he was thinking

“satoru we could’ve won” you groaned at him

“well it’s not my fault”

“what do you mean it’s not, it is”

later on the party ended and everyone left. it was just you, suguru, and satoru now, watching tv

suguru got a text and spoke up “sorry i gotta leave guys, my girl wants me”

“are you okay staying here y/n?” suguru asked you as he stood up from the couch

“yeah i’m fine, tell her i said hi”

suguru hugged you and dabbed up satoru

“stay safe. no monkey business”, suguru said as he left, you rolled your eyes and turn your eyes towards the movie

it was just you and satoru now. he sat, manspreading with a hand resting behind your head on the couch, both of your knees brushing against each other ever now and then

“do you have any water?” you asked, looking over to satoru

“yeah, you thirsty?”

“yeah”

he got up and made his way to his kitchen, you followed him. when the both of you got to the kitchen, he grabbed a water bottle and handed it to you

“thanks” you give him a smile smile

“i missed that” satoru said, leaning against the kitchen island

“missed what?”

“that little smile of yours you would do. i missed seeing it”

you smiled more and took a sip of the water, you face heating up. “really?”

“yes really. i remember the first time i saw that smile. the summer before you went to 6th grade”

“oh yeah, that was definitely a time”

“remember those boys who were bullying you?” satoru chuckled, looking over at you

“unfortunately, i do”

“that guy definitely deserved that bloody nose”

“oh yeah i remember that too. thanks for that”

“no need to thank me, they were teasing you and nobody teases my girl except for me”

you blushed at the comment satoru made about you being his girl

“you know your dress you’re wearing right now reminds me of the blue one you wore that day”

“eww don’t remind me, i really thought it was cute”

“but it was cute, blue is my favorite color”

“well of course it is” you playfully rolled your eyes

“and your dress right now looks perfect on you” satoru leaned in closer to you

you give him a small smile and thanked him, putting the water bottle on the counter

satoru’s hands reached out and moved to your thighs, his fingers brushing against your skin as he ran a hand along the hem of your dress

“very pretty”

“thanks, i got it from one of my favorite stores..”, you say looking down at your dress

“im not talking about the dress y/n”

“what?”

you looked up at him to meet his gaze, he was so close to you now, you could feel his breath on your face

you, you’re..” he leans in more, “..pretty”

he finally closes the gap between you both, his lip grazing yours. “i’ve been wanting to kiss you so bad” he whispers against your lips

“what’s stopping you”

he smiles as his lips presses against yours, soft and warm lips taking yours in. both of his hands moves up to grab your waist, pulling you flush against him

your hands grab onto his biceps and hold him as your lips move against his. he opens his mouth slightly to taste more of you. the kiss starts to get more heated, satoru bites your lower lip and that earns a whimper from you, he takes that as a chance to push his tongue into your mouth. his tongue moving and sliding over yours, making wet sounds

his hands grip hips tightly, but firm enough to not hurt you

he tilts his head to the side to deepen the the kiss. his hands to the hem of your dress, his hand slides under dress, grabbing your ass and squeezing it

you moaned against his lips, your panties getting damped even more.

“you don’t know what you do to me” satoru says into the kiss, his fingers toying with your panties, teasing to take it off

he pulled his hands from under your dress and picks you up. you wrap legs around his waist as he walks to his room, lips still on yours, kissing you more sloppily now

he lays you down on the bed and pulls out of the kiss. when he stands up he wastes no time taking his clothes off, he’s now only in his boxers, his harden cock very visible now. you could practically see the veins outlining the outside of his boxers

your mouth hangs open slightly, taking in satoru as he stood there. he was truly built like a greek god

“are you done?”, satoru spoke up, breaking you out of your trance of your practically thirsting over him

“not really, i’m still enjoying it”

he chuckled and climbed back over you. he reached up behind you to unzip your dress, his finger tips grazing the exposed skin on your back. he finally unzips and gently slides it off you, leaving you in only panties

“no bra?” satoru eyes looks over your body, taking in you like hes been starving for days and you are the only one to full to him up

“why not” you shrugged

“fuck baby, you’re killing me” satoru groans dramatically, his lips finding yours again in a heated and sloppy kiss

as his lips worked on yours, one of his hands slides down to your clothed pussy as he pressed his thumb to your clit

whimpering into the kiss you buck your hips, searching for more friction from his finger

“relax, i’ll give you what you want princess” satoru says, pulling out of the kiss. he moved down to your heat, right where you needed him

“so wet for me and all for me” satoru whispers against your pussy. the feeling of his warm breath against you is enough to make you want to squeeze your thighs together

he uses his middle finger to pull your panties to one side and flicks his tongue against your clit

“fuck~” you threw your head back in pleasure. satoru rips your panties off without hesitation and threw them to the side, while looking at you the whole time

he waste no time in tasting you, his tongue gliding through your wet and puffy folds, tasting your juices

he lets out a deep hum in satisfaction, “been wanting to taste you for so long”

he goes all in, attaching his mouth to your clit and sucking on it harshly. it was like he’s been dying to taste you and now that he’s finally gotten a taste, he can’t get enough of it

when he moves from your clit, he start fucking your pussy with his tongue. his hands on your thighs holding you in place firmly as his tongue fucks you

“oh fuck toru~” you moaned his name, your hand moving to his hair to grip it for some sort of support

satoru got even harder from the nickname you just called him

“say it again princess” he muffled into your pussy

“toru~”

he stops tongue fucking you and spits on your pussy and then again, his spit and your juices mixing together. he watches it drip down between your folds, the sight being mesmerizing to him

he uses his middles finger and teased your entrance with it

“stop teasing toru-” your pleas was cut short as satoru slips his finger inside you, you let out a gasp but it quickly turns into a moan when satoru starts fingering you

he’s moving his fingers at a slow and steady pace, he wanted to take his own time with you. he liked the way your warm pussy clenched around his finger, he couldn’t wait to see how it’ll feel when your pussy was wrapped his dick, with your walls squeezing him and sucking him in

“do you like that?” satoru asked, his finger speeding up

“y-yeah, feels so good”

he adds another finger, his mouth moving back to your clit to suck on while his fingers worked fast inside you

“gonna cum toru~”

he hums in response to you, his mouth latched onto you, not wanting to let go until he tastes your sweet juices

a few strokes from his fingers later and you’re moaning and coming onto his finger, hands grabbing and pulling at his hairs as you bring his face flush against your pussy

satoru continues to finger you as you’re coming and when you’re done, he pulls out his fingers to lick up all your juices

“so fucking sweet”

then he’s kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips, his tongue sliding into your mouth

you reach down and palm him through his boxers, feeling how hard he was, you felt him twitch underneath your touch

“mm baby~” he moaned into the kiss, his hand rubbing up and down your thighs

“wanna feel you toru~”

he pushes you down onto the bed gently and gets rids of his boxers. he grabs your thighs and pulls you towards him more. his dick resting against your lower stomach

“are you ready?” he asked, rubbing his tip against your entrance, covering his head in your juices

“mhm”

“use your words, tell me how badly you want it princess”

“satoru stop playing with me”

“well i guess i won’t give you what you want then”

“w-wait toru-“

you moan loudly when satoru pushes his dick inside of you, his tip already hitting your g-spot on impact

“you were saying?” he said with a smug expression on his face

your eyes roll to the back of your head as satoru begins moving his hips, thrusting into your pussy

“mm toru~”

“you don’t know.. fuck.. how long i’ve wanting you feel you wrapped around me. it’s like you were always teasing me in those short little things you would wear~”

“ngh toru, go faster~”

“beg me for it”

“p-please”

“huh? can’t hear you”

“fuck satoru, please. please fuck me”

that’s all satoru needed as his hands tightened on your thighs, pushing your legs forward, to gain more access to your pussy so he can push his dick deeper inside you

his thrust speed up, going deeper than ever. you could feel him in your womb. he watched the outline of his dick moving inside you, the sight making him want to cum right there on the spot

“it’s so d-deep toru~”

“i know baby. but you’re doing so well, taking me so good”

he lets go of your thighs and leans down to kiss you, swallowing your moans and whimpers

“s-so fucking good. just like that” he says between kisses

satoru pulls out of the kiss and looks down at you, you bring your hands up to his face to caress his face

“i love you y/n”

“d-do you mean it?”

“i’ve never been so sure. i love you so much y/n, you don’t know. since i meant you, my heart has only beat for one person, you”

you felt tears well up in your eyes, “i love you too satoru, im happy you feel the same, i love you so much”, you caressed his cheek

he leans down and kisses you, licking your bottom lip, asking for entrance into your mouth

he starts to thrust into you again, bullying his dick in into your pussy

“ngh, gonna come toru~”

“come for me baby, wanna feel you”

he’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he fucks his dick into you

a few thrusts later and you’re releasing all over his dick

“toru~”

“fuck baby”, his rhythm gets sloppier, hips stuttering into yours as he releases into you. spewing affirmations into your ear

he fucks his cum into you, kissing your jaw and your neck. you hold him tightly against your chest, legs wrapped around him

when he’s done shooting his load into you, he relaxes into your arms, nestling against you

“i love you y/n” satoru muffled into your chest

“i love you too toru”

you could hear soft snores coming satoru as you combed your finger through his hair, smiling to yourself

i guess it was a blessing after all to have satoru gojo around

[quitealotofsodapop]

Wouldn't it be funny if, with your idea of Rumble and Savage being spirit monkeys that just sorta latched onto Macaque, if they were among the group of clones who keep pinning Wukong down... they just really, really want a hug and keep purring and cuddling up to him when they do so. They're the only ones that get left unharmed by Wukong, too, because something in his monkey brain registers them as cubs, and it confuses the hell out of him because those are clones??? And the reason they're so cuddly with Wukong is because they hear Macaque eating lyracle about him all the time, bemoaning how his mate turned against him and "betrayed" him to become the pet of the gods and protect some human monk for months, thinking they were just clones. Hearing how their new monkey papa is heartbroken about losing his mate and then getting to see their estranged "mama" and es obviously having a baby, which means they're gonna be big siblings, they couldn't help trying to get close

Prev SlowBoiled idea.

Honestly the Eclipse Twins being baby Spiritual Monkeys who stowed-away on Macaque's revival could be an Au in of itself. (maybe "Penumbra au" since it refers to the outer plane of shadows of the moon?).

In this S3 concept art, it looked like the creators had toyed with the idea of the two being actual characters in the chase for the Samadhi Fire; but they ultimately had Macaque focus on MK, Mei, and Sandy for the split-up. In the lego set they also have a "shadow" version of the delivery tuktuk, so it would have been cute if they had tried inconveniencing MK by stealing his main means of transportation.

By the time of S2; Macaque is starting to notice that these two "clones" are a little too independent... and they revert to much smaller cub-sized shadows when they think he can't see them. He still often vents to him about his and Wukong's history, and how his dearest Hero, his Peach, his Sun, had left him for the Journey. The twin shadows chirp with little confused smiles at these stories - did Papa's mate leave with another troop and that's why he's so sad/mad all the time?

Rumble & Savage are ultimately orphans, clinging to their new caretaker and his extended "troop". Even if said troop includes people who their new "Papa/Bama" has beef with.

A whole S1/2 episode could be done where the Noodle Gang keep getting harassed by what they think is Macaque or his clones (MK warned them), only to notice that;

It's only ever the two "clones".

They only ever seem to cause harmless mischief, or chaos out of curiosity. i.e; stealing food from Pigsy, knocking over books in the library when Tang is reading, trying to take the tuk-tuk and Mei's bike for a joyride, leaving colourful paw-prints all over Sandy's ship when they got into his art supplies etc...

MK's gold-vision tells him that these "clones" true forms are in-fact; baby monkey-sized. MK is startled and very confused.

(*MK finally manages to stop the "shadow clones" after they stole the tuktuk with all the deliveries inside*) MK, eyes glowing with Gold-Vision: "Finally! You have been driving me nuts all week, Macaque! Now-!" Rumble & Savage, true forms: (*confused chirping and fluttering noises?*) MK: "Uhhhh... you guys are a little... smaller than normal." Rumble & Savage: (*look between themselves and MK, chattering excitedly*) Rumble & Savage, in monkey-language: "Other stone monkey!" "Smells like Wukong-mama!" "Mama's cub!" "BIG BROTHER!" (*MK is tackled by the two super-fluffy and purring baby monkeys*) MK, still a little shocked: "Aww..." (*sees all the destroyed/eaten deliveries*) "I'm still in so much trouble..." Rumble & Savage: (*burp!*)

Pigsy was equally confused by MK coming back with two clingy shadow hanging on his back. The two quickly return home, chattering to Papa about how they've broken the ice with "Mama's troop!" - Macaque is even more confused than the heroes are.

In the SlowBoiled au it's certainly a situation of the twins sensing that Wukong is a pregnant mother of their kind, and wanting him to adopt them, but aren't sure how to go about it. Papa seems to want them to tackle their new Mama? Is that right? He does seem to be really sad to not be hugging him...

At some point they do get frustrated with their clone facade, and just run up to Wukong in their true baby-monkey forms demanding uppies and kisses. Most likely during S3 when the situation with LBD gets dire. Wukong at first thinks it's a weird joke Macaque is pulling, but his own Gold-vision tells him the truth...

Wukong, holding both twins: "Macaque! Why didn't you tell me you had cubs!?" Macaque: "I didn't know either! They just sort of... appeared!" Rumble & Savage: (*happily purring and nuzzling Wukong since they've managed to get "Mama and Papa" talking again*) :3

The Shadowpeach situation now has two super-powered baby monkeys trying their best to pull their new caretakers together, Parent Trap-style.

[smollangrycat]

Drown, Prt 4

(Avatar: WOW Oc)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6(I) Pt6(II) Pt7 Pt8(I) Pt8(II) Pt8(III) Pt9

Quick Note - This isn’t my favourite Chaper but I hope you guys enjoy 🥰 I’m also thinking of doing and AE (alternate ending) where Alue’k died but I’m not sure. As always asks are open so feel free to request/as any questions !!! ☺️

Avatar: WOW spoilers. 

Note at the end (Sorry) 😳

Summary

(During Avatar: WOW) Alue’k is terrified of water, so what happened when some Metkayina boys think it would be funny to drag her into the sea and leave her.

Warnings

Mentions of drowning / fear of water

Panic Attack (Will be a warning)

Language

Mentions of injury

If you think anything else needs to be added leave a comment. 

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Sand.

Alue’k hated sand. She might have even said it was the bane of her existence. 

She hated the way it scraped against her skin as she walked, hated how it managed to get in every little crack and crevice but was all most impossible to get out.

Most of all she hated how it was got everywhere! She lost count of how many times sand had gotten into her food, her clothes, her hair, her dam eyes and mouth. It was infuriating! 

Now at this very moment, she could almost cry tears of joy at the feeling of her feet on the sandy ground again. The wonderfully horrible felling of sand scraping her skin as she walked fully out of the shallow water on onto the beach. 

Aluek turned around and thanked the ilu that had saved her, extending her hand out waving to the creature after almost sobbing out a thank you , it chirped in response and then swam further into the reefs waters.

The deep water that had almost swallowed her hole. 

She wrapped her arms around herself as a sob erupted from her throat, then another, then another. Until she was shaking in fear, pain … sadness.

Alue’k fell to her knees. The adrenaline was gone now and it had left an aching, bone shattering pain radiating all throughout her body. 

All she could feel was overwhelming pain. The bruises left on her arms from the boys grip, the black eye that quickly formed into her face … thanks Leweop. 

The worst pain she was feeling, was the way her head throbbed and the way her lungs ached as she continues to bring in shaky breaths, it was so submerging that she felt like she was drowning all over again. 

Alue’k stilled. She drew in a long breath before gritting her teeth and pulling herself up. She wobbled and stumbled, to anyone watching it would’ve looked like she was a baby trying to take her first steps.

She hissed in pain as she slowly started to make her way back to her family’s Mari pod. While crossing the rest of the beach it felt as if she was being weighted down like her body seemed to swish with each step, It sounded if her belly was full of water.

A sudden wave of nausea hit her like a crashing Ikran. Alue’k turned her head to the side as the seas salty contents made it’s way out of her lungs and throat then all over herself.

Alue’k - Fucking great.

She groaned but perked up at a familiar sound that brought the widest smile she could muster onto her face.

She lent over slightly engorging the pain that came with the action as she opened her arms wide for her bestest of friends.

Tonôwa.

The little viper wolf didn’t hesitate to run into her arms his slight limp sliding him down. Those boys had done a number on him, might of even broken some ribs. (My poor baby, I’m sorry 🥺)

When the pair were finally reunited happy chirps left the creatures throat as he nuzzled into his friend. Alue’k held him close, careful of his ribs and any other injury’s he might have. 

She smiled fondly at the little wiperwolf as she continued to walk back to their Mari pod painfully slow. Her legs felt like jello as she struggled to walk in a straight line and the swishing feeling in her body hadn’t fully subsided leaving her to still feel nauseous.

… - Alue’k!

What was that?

… - Alu is that you? Alu?

The girl in question moved her head to face the Na’vi calling out to her, they weren’t that far from her but she did have to squint to try and get a good look at them.

It was Eek.

Her initial relief was short lived as worry and fear took over, could she trust him? While she might have not known the other metikayina boys well she trusted them enough not to try and kill her … but they did.

Eek was nice, they had joked around with each other and laughed together.  The youngest son of Tonowari and Ronal and he had done nothing but show her respect … so why was she shaking? Why did her blood run clod in fear as he grew closer. She could trust him … right?

Alue’k stumbled back in a pitiful attempt to back away from the fast approaching boy. She fell flat on her ass and scrambled backwards trying to keep the gap between them.

Eeks run slowed into a walk as he stared at her, concern clear on his face. Her desperate scramble stoned as wide eyes stared at the boy the look she gave him reminded him of cornered prey.

Eek crouched down putting his hand out in front of him and in a hushed tone began to speak. He was very aware of the pissed off looking viper wolf on her lap and Eek wasn’t in the mood to be wrapping bite marks for the next few weeks.

Eek - Hey, hey it’s just me ok? See, I’m not gunna hurt ya. 

Alue’ks eyes relaxed but were still alert, darting from Eeks face to the water then the tree line then back to the boys face. 

Eek - What happened Lulu? Everyone’s been looking for you, your family is really worried.

Tears burned Alue’ks eyes as she stared at Eek, she brought her trembling hands close to her face and began to sob. She didn’t want to cry, she wanted to seem strong but she just … she just couldn’t right now. She wanted her parents. She wanted her family.

She wanted her dad to wrap his strong arms around her and hold her close as she cried. She wanted her mom to pull her close and kiss her hairline as she hummed an all to know familiar lullaby. She wanted her brothers to sit close to her and try to make her giggle with the most stupidest of jokes. She wanted Kiri to awkwardly hug her before trying to distracted her with some cool looking plant or animal. She wanted Tuk to cuddle into her and ask about all the fun stuff they could do tomorrow together.

She wanted her family. No, she needed her family.

Eek had no idea what to do. His friend seemed terrified of him … and he didn’t know why. He was scared to get any closer incase it made her panic and run. He stood and watched as the poor girl fell apart in front of him, rummaging through his brain for an idea then one struck like lightning.

Eek - I’m gunna go get Neteyam or Lo’ak ok, I’ll be right back so don’t move ok. 

Alue’k didn’t move. She didn’t move at all actually. The only sign of life from the girl was her wide unblinking eyes and the shaky rise and fall of her chest. 

Eek ran to find the oldest of the Sully siblings (or her parents or whoever he found firs, he just needed to find someone who would know what to do.) to tell them that he had found her and that they had to come quick. Alue’k was his friend and while he would be more than happy to comfort her she seemed terrified at the mere thought of him coming any closer, what happened to her?

Alue’k curled herself tight in a ball, she rocked back and forth in some attempt to self comfort. Tonôwa wined as he nuzzled into her arm trying to get her out of her dead stare trance.

The little creatures effort were in vain as the girl started to mutter a mantra to herself. 

They way she spoke was full of distress it’s seamed like she was reciting the words to herself so she could fully believe them.

Alue’k - I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive …

It went on like that, a twisted mantra so the poor girl didn’t forget that she hadn’t been consumed by a watery death.

Her mantra was interrupted by someone grabbing her shoulders, her dazed eyes looked up and stared to fill with tears all over again. 

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Note:

That was … something but (trumpet sound) introducing Eek (More of him soon).

who grabbed Alue’k shoulders was it Neteyam, Eek … or maybe Rakel? You’ll just have to wait until the next chapter, sorry 😅 (Don’t worry Jake and the boys are gunna kick the shit out of Rakel and his group) 😇

Extra Note

Sorry I said this chapter was going to be slightly longer … the problem was it was too long so instead where gunna have an extra chapter if two. Hope you don’t mind 🥰

[hussyknee]

Using web archive to link The Guardian because I never want to give that genocidal rag any traffic again. This is a cliffnotes rundown of Alex Jones's actions on the Sandy Hook shooting, per the HBO documentary "The Truth vs. Alex Jones". I tried to find an excerpt to copy and paste but every word makes me want to throw up and lynch him. The documentary alleges that, thanks to him, one out of four USAmericans believe the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting was staged and the families of the dead kids paid actors.

This 2022 NPR article (also linked through web archive for the same reason) goes more in-depth into how InfoWars' coverage of Sandy Hook signalled an unprecedented explosion of disinformation in the US through social media, and the harrassment of the victims's families, and how some of them fought back, with consequences.

TW: for stalking, doxxing, assault, harrassment, abuse, psychological torture and utterly heartbreaking grieving of a parent.

On how Lenny Pozner, father of victim Noah Pozner, was successful in his efforts to remove content on hoaxer Facebook groups

The thing that he discovered that became kind of a main tool in his toolkit was the copyright laws. ... Lenny maintained a memorial Google Plus page to [his son] Noah that included a lot of images of Noah and his sisters and videos of him. And these conspiracy theorists would go onto that page and lift the images and use them in videos in making false claims and blog posts and Facebook pages and such. [Lenny] owned that material. That is something that is within the rules that violates these social media platforms' terms of service. He could get that material taken down. So he and his HONR Network volunteers amassed lists by the thousands of videos, posts and various claims that were made about Sandy Hook using those images, and the companies would take those down. On why removing content made Pozner a target for Alex Jones and his followers [That] was one thing that these individuals couldn't stand. They didn't care that the families would make statements talking about how they had moved so many times because their address was being put online, or the torment that it had put their surviving children through. ... They didn't care about any of that. They did care if their material was being taken down. That, to them, was a violation of their First Amendment rights. ... [Alex Jones] flew into a fury when this happened, and that was all really it took to gin up a lot of fury out there among his listeners against Lenny.

[Lenny] has lived in hiding ever since he began to engage these individuals, the hoaxers, the spreaders of Sandy Hook conspiracy theories. They have repeatedly posted his personal information, his Social Security number, his phone numbers and those of Veronique, his ex-wife, his family and extended family, online. He has moved, at this point, about a dozen times, mostly because these people keep posting his address online. At one point, there was a conspiracy theorist who had spread some of these lies about Sandy Hook, who was living around the corner from him. ... [Lenny] doesn't allow people to see his face [in interviews]. He doesn't allow himself to be photographed in the media, and these conspiracy theorists had picked up a detail in the railing of the balcony of his apartment building outside the window and tracked the building and posted it online. Another time, a man who has since been convicted of assault, called him the day he moved in, or a couple of days later. and read his new address to him over the phone. So he's never been able to really settle until very, very recently, because he's in constant fear that someone is going to take action based on what they believe that they read online.

On why Pozner says he won — despite being doxxed and tormented There was a thing that Lenny told me early on that really stuck with me. He told me about how after Noah died, that he was searching for anything that smelled like him, clothes that maybe hadn't been washed, anything that smelled like his son, because he remembered how he would, at night, go into [Noah's] room when he was sleeping and he would inhale that scent, that if you have children, anyone knows of a sleeping baby. That really resonated with me, because what he was saying was that all trace of Noah was gone by a few months afterward. He couldn't find that scent. And what he was basically saying was Noah's essence online, the record of his life and death, was in danger of being obliterated in similar fashion by these lies. Where if you googled "Sandy Hook," you would find not an accounting of the crime or a tribute to the victims – you would find these lies. And he realized that if this continued, if he didn't try to stop it, that Noah would fade, like his scent, to nothing and that his legacy would not survive. And [Lenny] has succeeded. If you check it out, if you google [Noah] today and you google the "Sandy Hook shooting," you will find a factual representation. You will not find lies and conspiracy theories and Alex Jones broadcasts. And to [Lenny], that is a victory. The other thing is that Alex Jones, his name is never mentioned any more without that being attached to him, that this was the person who spread lies about Sandy Hook that resulted in years of torment of these families. And that also, to Lenny, is a victory.

You could take this piece of toe gangrene's last pair of underpants and throw him onto the street and it still wouldn't be commensurate to the suffering he's still causing.

Also to clarify:

Disinformation is information that is false, and the person who is disseminating it knows it is false. “It is a deliberate, intentional lie, and points to people being actively disinformed by malicious actors”.

Misinformation is information that is false, but the person who is disseminating it believes that it is true.

Malinformation is information that is based on reality but it is used to inflict harm on a person, organisation or country.

I also want to take a moment to appreciate the irony of these so-called leftwing publications who want to expose Alex Jones while spreading propaganda for governments who've murdered 15,000 children and counting with another 21,000 and counting unaccounted for. Apparently if you're a monster if you spread disinformation about 20 white USAmerican children but defending the murder of tens of thousands just makes you an objective reporter. Reduce the number of clicks these assholes get if you can, and avoid depending on them for unbiased foreign news coverage anymore than you'd depend on right-wing media.

[beckleysbooks]

When The Party's Over

Here it is, the end of October, Halloween to be exact. Tomorrow many across the Southwestern part of the US and Mexico will celebrate Dia De Los Muertos - The day of the dead. Then, that wraps up the Summer and Fall festivals for another year. And, what a season it has been for me, it was pretty much being somewhere new each week with my inaugural book tour and promoting my historical fiction about my 3rd great grandmother, "Oh! Susannah". All good things must come to an end, so they say.

The tour started on March 4th at a Local Author's event in Canton, Ohio. That giddy beginning had me reminiscing back to my youth, when I was just a little further east on State Route 30, in Minerva, Ohio. Each early summer the "Minerva Homecoming" would occur in Brock Park, situated nicely beside the Little Sandy River; creek actually. Anyway, the rides and concessions would start to arrive late on Saturday night and on through Sunday, with an anticipated "opening" of Monday evening, after the Firemen's Parade. How did they expect kids to wait that long when you could see from the road, just along the creek, a hub of activity. I was never allowed to go onto the park grounds, only viewing from a safe distance on my bike. The anticipation! And, this similar anticipation is what had me eager to start what turned out to be, an eight-month book tour.

My wife and I were traveling to Perryville, Kentucky about three weeks ago, when while at an Ohio Interstate rest stop, I show my wife where my travels this year had taken me. My left arm extended to the middle of the state, and formed the western boundary, while my right arm lie horizontally at the southern boundary of Cadiz, Ohio. Admittedly, we were taken back by the visual of the whole of Northeast Ohio!

Yes, it's been a great tour. I've met so many interesting people who have generously shared their stories and experiences with me. I've learned so much and equally have made every effort to share my knowledge of what it was like to live as a woman in the 19th century. Then, there were all the stories about Susannah's brothers' Civil War service. My hope is that I've given to others as much as they have shared with me. And, in the process, hundreds of signed copies of "Oh! Susannah" have exchanged hands.

It seems appropriate that the last outdoor event, The Algonquin Mill Festival, was held about 5 miles west of where Susannah's story takes place. I have such fond memories of my grandmother, Wilda Beckley, dressing up as a pioneer woman and knitting with all of her other lady friends, mind you in all kinds of weather, at the Mill Festival. I sat through days of rain too as fate would have it.

From the Algonquin Festival, I met people from my hometown and was also introduced to a locally renowned historian, John Davis. Our initial meeting led to John introducing me to Ralph Brackin about a week later. Ralph, who by the way will turn 97 early next year, and John provided me with their knowledge of Union Township, which will be "the home" of my sequel, "A novelization of John Hiram Beckley".

John Davis with the help of another local author and historian, Janice Lane, had me walking through the tree-studded, land-locked property that my grandfather's grandfather, John Hiram Beckley, once owned. Looking at it today, I have no idea how John Hiram farmed this piece of land. It was John Davis' great grandfather who owned the adjacent property directly north of this plot. John told of how his family's land was swallowed up with the creation of the man-made Leesville Lake. Memories came flooding back to me as we pulled into the Leesville boat ramp, the very spot 50 + years ago I had tenuously held on to the rope that kept my grandpa's boat "tethered" while he parked the car and trailer. A quick stop for bait - minnows and maggots - as we grew our own earthworms back then, and we motored off on to the lake with gramp's 5 horse power engine for a day of fishing!

Research, writing and memories have been the foundation and success of my first publication, and now that the fair and festival season is officially over, these very things will provide me the path forward to write my next book.

If by chance you do not currently own your own copy of "Oh! Susannah", you can do so by visiting my website: www.beckleysbooks.com Til next week, when I will blog again, cheers!

[15-dogs]

hugger |n.s.|

pairing: newt scamander x reader

summary: you begin to develop feelings for newt, your employer, and accidentally do the one thing he hates: hugs (super super fluffy! pining, friends to lovers, takes place in between fbawtft and fb:tcog)

warnings: extremely minimal swearing, getting injured (nothing serious!), a niffler giving birth (?)

guide: (Y/N) = your name, italics = flashback

word count: 2.1K

a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb LMAO i rewatched fantastic beasts and unearthed my 8th grade crush on him which gave me this as a product! i hope you like it!!

“Denied again?” you asked Newt. He gave you a curt nod as he paced towards the Kelpie pool. 

You frowned; he always seemed to get quieter after he returned from the Ministry. It had been his third attempt to regain his international passport and, of course, his third run in with his brother, Theseus. And you knew how complicated their relationship was. Newt never really talked about Theseus, except for the offhand comments he would make about him.

So far, all you had gathered about the mysterious Scamander was that he was tall, an Auror, and quite the hugger. You nearly burst out laughing when Newt had mentioned that last little fact about his brother as if it were reason enough to dislike him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Scamander, but that just doesn’t seem like something to hate a person over.”

Newt exhaled in quiet laughter as he pet a Mooncalf, grabbing some treats from the bucket he held. He flashed a kind smile at the Mooncalf before turning off and dropping the bucket to the ground, staring you down from across his basement.

“You haven’t met Theseus, then.”

Newt refused to meet your eyes as he joined you in caring for the Leucrotta. You chewed your lip— perhaps you were making a mistake, talking to him so plainly. He was your employer, after all. You weren’t there to help him make nice with his older brother.

Yet, you continued to speak as if you were a personal acquaintance of his. “What I’m trying to say is you’re an incredibly kind, sweet person, Mr. Scamander.” 

That got his attention. His head slowly raised to meet yours, and when he saw you were already looking at him, he looked away. But that did not deter you. 

“You refer to yourself as these creatures’ mother!” you announced with playful exasperation. That got to him, a soft, harmonic chuckle escaping his lips. “You have such a big heart. I suppose I’m just a little shocked that hugging is the disqualifier.”

Newt’s smile faded as he processed your words. You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, thick with emotion. He then shook his head as if it would drive the feelings away, pointing you off towards another creature in need of care.

“Well, what are you going to do?” you prodded, making your way beside him. “Try again?”

“Yes,” he stated with a nonchalant shrug, “that’s exactly what I plan on doing. And I’ll keep at it until I get that ban lifted.”

You snorted. “I can see why you were a Hufflepuff— dedication like no other, Mr. Scamander.” 

Newt glanced up at you with a lopsided grin that had your stomach flipping for a moment. The tips of your ears began to heat up and you prayed to Merlin that your hair covered them.

You had known for a while that you had feelings for Newt. It started cultivating inside you with every adoring smile, every impassioned statement, every quiet appraisal. It had soon grown too big to go unnoticed and you knew you were in far too deep.

“Quiet now, quiet now,” Newt whispered to the little Bowtruckle, “mum’s here.”

You were padding down the steps from his apartment, reading the instructions on the back of a potion vile. He had advised you to get it from his medicine cabinet for your headache but you weren’t entirely sure that you picked up the right one.

“Mr. Scamander…” your voice trailed off at the sight of his maternal tendencies.

“I know, I know,” he cooed, “but change can be a good thing. On you hop.” He continued to pet the small and pouty thing before placing it into the makeshift nest he had created, where it was welcomed by the rest of its friends.

That small moment, seemingly insignificant, had caused you to completely fall for Newt. His soft, green eyes fell upon you with a gentle, questioning look at the potion you held. You nodded, answering his silent question without actually telling the truth because, if Newt could be as seemingly perfect as he was day in and day out, you could suffer with a headache for one day.

“Prepare the ointment, please.”

You raised the large container of ointment that you had mixed together in preparation for Newt’s return. “Don’t have to ask me twice, Mr. Scamander.”

He nodded his head towards a desk where you placed the container down. 

Newt began to take off his trademark royal blue coat, flinging it onto a desk as he conversed with you about your work. “How has Molly been?”

You eyed the pregnant Niffler which was milling about in its cage. “Quite well, actually. She’s due any day now.”

“And the other Nifflers?”

“Niffler-y, as always,” you joked, earning a smile from the sandy haired man before you.

“Lovely.” Newt finally turned around, examining your state. “You’ll join me, won’t you? Kelpie’s are easier with two people.”

“Right, yes, of course.”

“Brilliant.”

You undid the buttons on your blouse with haste so that you stood in your pants and camisole, pulling your hair from your eyes as you prepared to hop into the pool. It wasn’t like it was the first time you’d done this, but each time had your nerves thrumming with anxieties that something would go wrong.

You spun around as you took a step towards the edge of the pool, standing shoulder to shoulder with Newt. He extended his hand without looking down, taking yours in his perfectly rough ones, your mouth instantly going dry. Newt looked over at you, so incredibly close that your noses nearly brushed against one another. He nodded and so did you, both hopping backwards into the pool.

Your camisole popped up from the sudden force and Newt quickly looked away as you tucked it back in to the best of your ability. As soon as you were done, you splashed some water his way, striking him in the chest. His eyes went wide with amusement as he did the same to you, hitting you square in the face.

A small wave knocked the two of you back under, the Kelpie swimming its way towards you. You and Newt managed to grab a hold of it, barely staying on as it bucked you two up and down. 

After about the third time the Kelpie lept from the water, you cemented your grip. You let out a loud whoop as the cold air kissed your wet skin, Newt also cheering beside you. The Kelpie dove deep under the water, preparing to rocket you two up. As it breached the water, Newt sent you a disarming smile that had your hands subconsciously loosening. As the Kelpie snapped back under the water, you were thrown off, your body just narrowly missing the stone columns of the pool and splashing with a loud crack in the water.

“(Y/N)!” Newt cried out. His voice was drowned out by the water and by the fact that the pain from the fall had you slipping in and out of consciousness. It was the last thing you heard before you passed out, deep under the water.

You awoke to smell of a savory broth soup flooding in from the room over. You looked around the familiar space, soon realizing that you were sat on Newt’s couch, a blanket tucked firmly up to your chin. Your cheeks grew warm as you inhaled the scent that was distinctly him, scolding yourself for the childish crush you had developed.

You adjusted yourself, sitting up to see a tray of tinctures on the table beside you with a note that read, “Please take these when you wake! Newt.” You followed his orders, slugging them back with a wince at each unpleasant taste.

But then you heard a strange noise from the basement. It was a mix between a squeak and a whine, concerning enough to pull you from your cozy spot on Newt’s couch. You stood up and peered around the corner, hearing a soft, offkey hum ringing from the kitchen where Newt most likely was cooking his dinner. The sound of his voice warmed your heart and you almost, almost, got up to speak with him but you figured you had caused him enough trouble for the day. So instead, you headed into the basement by yourself.

You gripped the railings on the stairs with immense force, hoping not to fall over. Your body felt sore which you could only attribute to your accident earlier. You stopped at the bottom of the steps, peering around when you were met with a pained cry from the Niffler cage. You ran up to it to see Molly the pregnant Niffler whimpering in pain as another Niffler nudged at her stomach.

“Oh, Merlin,” you muttered, “you’re about to give birth, aren’t you, Molls?”

As if Molly could understand you, she let out a loud squeal.

“Oh, Merlin. Time to put that Hogwarts education to the test, I suppose,” you mumbled to yourself to give yourself the confidence you needed to deliver the little Niffler babies.

You snatched the pair of gloves from beside the cage and tugged them on tight, casting a spell so they’d perfectly fit your hands. You unlocked the cage to take Molly out, moving her into a small tray with bedding in it.

“Okay, Molls, you got this. Mum’s here.” 

You rubbed her stomach in small circles, feeling the baby— no, babies— squirm around. One thing was for certain: you needed Newt.

“Mr. Scamander!” you called upstairs. No response. “Mr. Scamander, please!” Still no response. “Merlin’s beard, Newt! Get down here!”

No later did you hear heavy steps growing louder behind you. “(Y/N)! You’re awake! Are you okay-”

You didn’t have time for his rambling. You sent a panicked look over your shoulder, meeting his wide eyes. “Molly is giving birth. Triplets.”

“Merlin’s beard.” He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it in contemplation. “How’s she doing?”

“She’s a fighter, I’ll tell you that.”

“What can I do to help you?”

You whipped around. Apparently you’d be delivering the babies. You took in a sobering breath, steadying your shaking hands.

“Something shiny, some snacks, and a towel.”

Newt scrambled around the workspace as fast as he could, dropping the items in front of you. You laid out the towel and snacks beside Molly, massaging her stomach as you felt the babies start to move more than before. It was time. You pulled the shiny object out from behind your back, dangling it above Molly’s head as she delivered three adorable Niffler babies, so distracted by the object that she didn’t realize that she’d given birth. You escorted the babies onto the towel, allowing them to nibble on the snacks as you stripped the gloves off.

“Merlin,” you murmured to yourself in astonishment, “Merlin! I just…”

Newt’s smile was so big it nearly split his face. He nodded, sharing in your excitement. “You did,” he assured.

Completely forgetting about professionalism, you hopped onto him, engulfing him in a tight hug while you laughed melodically. Newt’s thin frame stiffened in your grasp. You gasped, jumping off of him with your hands up.

“I am so sorry, Mr. Scamander. No hugs, I forgot.”

Newt simply stared at you, searching your eyes. You gulped as he took a step closer to you.

“Theseus tends to believe that a hug is just as useful as an apology, so I don’t quite like hugs for that reason.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say.

The corner of Newt’s lips twitched upwards, looking around before meeting your gaze. He took another step forward before taking you in his arms. You began to wonder if he could feel your heart pounding in your chest, whether he assumed it was from adrenaline or knew that it was him that drove you mad.

“You should be proud of yourself!” He pulled away to look in your eyes, his arms slinking downwards to rest around your waist. “And, please, (Y/N), no more with the Mr. Scamander business. I’d like to think that we’re well acquainted enough for you to call me Newt.”

If professionalism was damned before, it was most certainly damned now.

Merlin, he was so close, you couldn’t help yourself. With your arms wrapped behind his neck, you pulled him into a long overdue kiss. Your heart thundered in your chest but you were too focused on the way his lips melted perfectly into yours, the way he kissed you back with such hunger and vigor that you had to hold onto him tighter, the way you began to smile as he attempted to figure out where to place his hands. 

You pulled away a moment later, Newt following your lips with unpleasant surprise. All you could do was let out a soft chuckle as your cheeks turned pink.

A teasing grin grew on his lips that had your stomach flipping. “I’m positive now that we’re well acquainted enough for you to call me Newt.”

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[voidedgear]

Vanitas does follow Kairi. But he isn't alone. The Unversed that he had spread throughout the fake world returns to him. Dark mist shoots across the ground and pools around his feet. He absorbs it as he steps into the water after Kairi, keeping his eyes on her.

The moment his feet touch the water, he feels himself sucked down into it. There's a sensation of rapid movement, a sense of falling, but it happens so fast that he can barely even register it before the two of them break the dark ocean's surface.

He watches the girl lying next to him, watches as her eyes close, and sleep finds her. His limbs feel leaden. He can barely move. But he doesn't sleep. All Vanitas does is watch her breathe for a few moments.

He's never seen anyone else sleep before. Is this how he looks when he sleeps? The gentle repetitive sound of her breathing is soothing.

Vanitas rolls onto his back and looks up at the starless sky, just listening to her.

He shouldn't stay here. He knows that.

He's so tired.

Vanitas grimaces and forces himself to sit up, ignoring how every part of him aches. "All right, Princess, I'm getting outta here. You just go ahead and snooze all you want."

His legs object, but he ignores the sore limbs and pushes himself to his feet. He extends his arm and a dark corridor blossoms open before him, a straight line connecting him to the realm of light. A small huff leaves Vanitas' chest as he looks back down at the Princess.

He doesn't say anything else. He just picks her up without a single word, slipping one arm under her knees and another under her back. He doesn't let himself question why he's bothering with this, focusing only on leaving with her.

She's light, but even her slight weight is difficult with such tired arms. He walks into the darkness and the portal closes around them.

Darkness whips against them as he walks, and dreadful emotions lap against his feet. Vanitas bares his teeth to the dark, holding Kairi even closer. It wants her. The darkness in here craves the light that protects this girl's heart. A low growl escapes between the pointed fangs in his mouth.

No. You can't have her.

Vanitas can feel how hungry it is. But he needn't have been concerned. Kairi's body begins to glow faintly, then bright enough to destroy the shadows that had been reaching for her.

The growl dies in his throat and he looks down at her in surprise. Then, presses his lips together and keeps walking.

It doesn't take long to reach his destination. Light blooms around all of them as Vanitas and Kairi emerge onto the sandy beach of Destiny Islands. Vanitas stands there for a moment, taking in the smell of the salty water and looking at the waves. Kairi shifts a little in his arms, drawing his attention back to her.

Vanitas glances around, quickly spotting a group of palm trees grouped near a path. He walks toward them and settles Kairi down against them, where she'll be shaded from the sun.

He kneels down to adjust her posture. Absently, he brushes some of her bangs behind her ear, but they quickly fall forward again. They're too short.

Vanitas looks around again. He could just leave her here now. It'd be easy. But it'd also be a waste of effort if something happened to come by and chew on her after everything. The thought enraged him, and he gritted his teeth.

Fine. He wouldn't leave yet.

But he didn't exactly want to stick around in plain sight either. Vanitas stared down at her as he thought, mulling different options over. It didn't take him long to decide.

He closed his eyes and concentrated. Anyone who was watching would be in for a surprise as Vanitas' form melded into Kairi's shadow and he disappeared from sight.

For the second time since she knew him, Kairi felt what it was like to share an intimate part of her with him. Before when he had fed on her emotions, and now she she offered him her heart's light. And somehow this innate part of her knew... her light wouldn't harm him.

It felt like harmony.

As for the heartless, they would not be so fortunate. Their combined light and darkness would cleave through them like butter, leaving them little room to retaliate -- not that they'd be able to catch them each time they tried -- and eventually they would be banished to oblivion when the duo fulfilled their team attack.

Everything goes deathly still when they land. Adrenaline keeps Kairi on her feet, but she can't help but notice... this world, sterile as it was, is becoming more and more drab. Like defeating that heartless had made taken its last breath. She stares into the once dark abyss, and sees it looks more like the ocean she once favored... only... it's a little too reflective. Like a mirror. No... like... something they could walk right into.

She can see something that looks like hazy moonlight, only vaguely.

❝ I feel like I know that place. ❞ She says, though it's nowhere she's personally been. It's somewhere she unconsciously pulled her friends from, once upon a time. That place all wayward souls end up, if they last long enough in the realm of darkness. So she gives Vanitas one more encouraging look, this one more tired than the last,

and gestures for him to follow her into the water. ❝ Are we finally free...? ❞

Should he follow, her suspicions would be true. They wash up on the shores of the dark meridian, and behind them that facsimile destiny islands becomes no more. Its existence purged, the way intended for the two of them. But here they were, alive and with their hearts in tact, although Kairi is just about robbed of her strength.

She finally does get that nap, curled up in the moonlit sand ( the same sand that kept her best friends and her master somber company long ago ) sleeping away to replenish her heart. It's a shame... She really wanted to stay awake long enough to properly thank him. The boy of darkness.

[koffeekoko]

WHEN MR. SUN IS ASLEEP

kazutora hanemiya x reader

genre: angst

warnings: hospitals + illness + implied death

word count: 921

a/n: sequel for mr. sun, sunflowers, and you but can be read as its own i think

tardiness from one side means waiting from the other, and to keep you waiting is the least kazutora wants, but he’s now running late. sweat dripping down his forehead, furrowed brows, and a conflicted expression is what adorn his face as he walks through sandy grounds rushing.

full yellow petals fall behind his steps one after another, leaving a beeline trail behind him, marking a route for him to guide himself back from where he comes if he ever needs retreating. except the flowers’ sentiment will never be needed because endpoint is you, who now stands before him.

trembling hands extend out to deliver kazutora’s affection. shriveled bouquet wrappings wrinkle more in the tight grip of kazutora’s palms as he awaits you to receive them.

before yourself is the image of your nervous lover accompanied with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, the yellow color of them complimenting the red dusting his cheeks. “you’re late,” you say, freeing bloom from kazutora’s suffocation.

freed hands find themselves rubbing his neck while he explains himself to you.

“how did you get these, ‘tora?” looking up from the sunflowers, you cast a sunny smile his way.

“an old lady was selling them near the fountain at the park,” he explains, “another reason why I’m late...”

“is that so? because you can’t find these on flower shops,” you beam.

“why not?”

“it’s valentine's season, ‘tora. sunflowers need a lot of care and florists are all busy with the roses.” you say while caressing one of the many flowers, “there are other reasons, though!” you add, and kazutora nods.

“wanna know more?”

kazutora nods again while taking your hand in his. he can’t take his eyes off you; you look dazzling while talking so passionately. the sun compliments your smiling eyes and kazutora’s focus is held prisoner by them, not at all paying attention to your words.

he feels something twitching in his palms, only then tearing his eyes from your face, and looking down at your connected hands, “is there something wrong?” he asks with a trembling voice.

no responses. an eerie silence breaks the dreamy atmosphere before a monotonous beeping sound fills his ears. the last he sees is your tender smile before white covers his vision.

he feels light touches on his scalp as though someone is caressing his hair with nothing but tenderness. this feather-light feeling urges him to open his eyes, he does and finds himself again in the same white hospital room he’s visited constantly for nearly a year.

kazutora lifts his head from his sleeping position, and what he sees surprises him enough to have tears rolling down his cheeks. a weak ‘hey’ rings sweetly in his ears as he reaches to cup your hands in his, “you’re awake,” he barely voices out.

you nod and smile at him. it’s that same smile he could only see in his dreams and memories, only now a lot weaker and pale. “i am” your voice resembles a whisper.

when the sun is tired, the moon takes its place up in the sky and casts a shadow down the world upon us. when moonlight adorns the streets, is also when the stars adorn the skies.

the crescent of the moon cut through the skies to shine down through the hospital window and adorn the long-awaited reencounter between two lovers separated by the evil that’s called illness.

kazutora holds you close, so close he’s suffocating himself in your chest. he nuzzles himself further on your chest, not caring that you are making fun of him for acting like a baby.

"go back to sleep, baby," you keep stroking his hair with whatever strength your body provides, "sorry for waking you up."

kazutora shakes his head and takes your hand that's resting on his back into his own and plants careful kisses onto your knuckles, "i want to keep you company."

"you're tired, baby." you say once again stroking his hair, "sleep, i'll be watching over you."

lulled by your soft caresses to his scalp and the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, kazutora is fast asleep. unlike other nights, tonight kazutora sleeps without the burden of worrying and uneasiness.

the night always feels short in comparison to the day, mr. sun is just that much more of a hard worker than the moon, forcing others to rise and work along with him. it's no wonder the moon is more loved than the sun because while the sun indicates sweat and labor, the moon indicates peace and tranquility.

the consecutive strokes to kazutora's hair and the steadiness of your heart's pounding fade along with the moonlight as mr. sun makes its appearance once again.

and by the time the rays of sunshine kisses kazutora good morning, your heavy lids had long taken you into a deep endless slumber. just as kazutora felt like he could finally wake up without hatred towards the sun, the damned sun has once again taken you away from him.

kazutora, please do not resent the sun for it, it only ever wishes you providence. do not curse the sun, darkness fills the world without it. do not hate the sun, for it only does its job and watches over you.

mr. sun watches over him during daytime, and when mr. sun is asleep, you'll be the one watching over him. and watching over the one who's been watching over you for the longest time is what you'll do for as long as the moon still shines through the night sky.

thoughts and comments are always appreciated ♡

[raindownforme]

Salt Water

Charlie Slimecicle x reader [she/her used]

CW: negative body image, self doubt, negative self image

(Yes this is self-indulgent comfort)

“This is easy.” y/n spoke out loud to no one but herself. She stared in the mirror, turning side to side. Today was the start of summer, and her and her friends had decided to go to the beach. She’d bought the perfect bathing suit for it, too. It was a pretty blue with a dinosaur pattern. It was also a bikini.

She felt comfortable in it. She wouldn’t have bought it otherwise. She felt comfortable when she bought. She felt comfortable when she planned the whole outfit. She felt comfortable when she made the plans. She didn’t feel comfortable now.

She thought she’d grown put of this. She was an adult goddamnit. y/n wasn’t the middle-schooler who got made fun of by her trash friends, or the high schooler who thought so negatively al the time. She was an adult who bought herself the cute dinosaur bathing suit. And by god she was going to wear it.

y/n sighed, stepping back from her mirror to sit on the edge of her bed. She could do this. She knew she could. It would just be so much easier if she could stop thinking for five seconds. It was the same incomprehensible thought over and over, an onslaught of negative thoughts towards herself and her figure. Reminders of every YouTube comment on her videos, in her friends’ twitch chats, in public posts.

Maybe she shouldn’t go?

“Hey, you ready?” Someone knocked on y/n’s door and startled her. She jumped up from the bed, throwing on a pair of shorts and a large plain shirt. She shouldered her tote of necessities, slipped on her flip-flops, and opened the door. Cooper stood slouched waiting for her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” y/n walked in front of him to the car waiting. Ted sat in the drivers seat, shuffling through his playlist. Jawsh sat in the passenger seat next to him, not at all paying attention. y/n watched cooper climb into the furthest row of the car, leaving her, Charlie, and Traves to fit into the middle row. y/n held her breath as she climbed in, being forced to squeeze into the middle seat. She rested all her belongings in her lap, staring forwards through the windshield.

“Everyone packed in?” They all gave a chorus of ‘yes’ as Ted pulled out of his parking spot and to the open road. It was only 20 minutes from the beach, shorter if traffic got lucky.

The music bumped throughout the car and everyone split into different conversations. Jawsh and Ted talked about something or other, Traves and Cooper shared content on their phones, and Charlie turned to look at y/n. “I brought the boogie boards! Do you want to— what’s wrong?”

She turned to look at him, slightly surprised. “Yeah. No I’d love to boogie board.”

“Are you okay?” Charlie dropped how loud his voice was compared to everyone else. “Something seems off.”

“I’m good.” She lazily smiled at him then turned back to stare out the windshield. She liked watching the cars and buildings pass by in a blur. Charlie looked away from her and followed her line of vision. He didn’t quite understand, but he was determined to.

The group soon arrived at the beach. They quickly unpacked their full trunk and set up their seating on the beach. Ted made sure the umbrella stood upright, Traves and Cooper carried the coolers, Jawsh and y/n set out chairs and blankets, and Charlie carried the toys.

“Everyone sun screened?” Ted gestured as he tried to pass around a bottle. “y/n? I don’t want you to get cancer.”

“I’m good!” She’d already applied skin protectant before leaving the house. y/n set down her stuff and sat in the low lawn chair. She took in the sight of Cooper, Traves and Jawsh racing towards the shore, stumbling over each other in the sand. Charlie sat a few feet away from the laid out area, taking a child’s plastic shovel and beginning to dig a hole.

Ted snapped a lid to a cooler shut and cracked open his soda. He set it in the cup holder of a chair and set his glasses down on the same seat. “I’m headed to the water.”

y/n waved him off as he left. She closed her eyes, feeling herself sink into the chair. She still had on her large shirt and shorts, but they were starting to grow warm. It was hot outside, and she knew she’d be so much more comfortable in just the bathing suit she had under neath.

A shadow appeared over y/n and she opened her eyes again. Charlie stood smiling, a hand extended towards her pick her up. “Come on! Get in the water.”

“No you go ahead.” She sat up slightly, looking between her friends in the water and the boy in front of her. Charlie stayed, persistent.

“y/n get in the water. It’ll be fun!”

“Charlie you go ahead. I’ll be fine.”

He frowned, dropping his hand. “But you were so excited. You told me you bought that dinosaur suit and everything.”

y/n blushed. She didn’t remember telling him, but he was right. She likes the dinosaurs. She had wanted to go in the water this whole time. She took a breath, and stood from her seat. She slowly took off the shorts and t-shirt, placing them back in her seat. She turned to Charlie with a small smile. “Teach me to boogie board.”

“R-Right.” Charlie turned away from her a red tinge to his face. She felt discouraged almost, that Charlie of all people couldn’t look at her in a fucking bathing suit. The negative thoughts started coming back, the reminders, but she tried to kick them away. She wanted to enjoy the beach.

She followed Charlie to the shore line. He dragged behind himself two three-foot-tall boards made of foam and plastic with a tether made of coiled cord and a Velcro band. He slid the two boards into the water. The salt and sand kicked at the foam as he tied one tether around y/n’s wrist. “What are-?”

“You won’t loose it.” Charlie smiled as he talked. He glanced back up to her eyes with a smile, but quickly looked back to make sure the tether was secured to her wrist. Charlie took y/n’s hand in his, pulling her out deeper in the water until the water was just above her middle.

“Aren’t we in the breakers?”

“Yeah! This is exactly where we need to be. Okay you’re gonna hold it like this-“ Charlie got on his board, gripping the top with his hands and resting his chest towards the bottom of his board. y/n copied him, pulling the board closer than he had his. “Okay. So when the right wave comes, jump and let it take you. If it’s the right one it’ll carry you back to shore.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Try again.” y/n felt the water be sucked from beside her as the tide rolled over. She glanced to see Charlie lean further onto his board, and she did the same. “This is a good one. Ready?”

“I guess.”

y/n and Charlie jumped at the same time. She laughed as the wave swept her past her friends towards the Sandy shore. She almost made it, but at the last moment she flipped and tumbled in the water.

“Fuck!” Charlie ran over to y/n’s side. She laid on the sand, coughing lightly as she sat up. There was a track of sand down her side, and the boogie board kept bumping into her rudely. “Are you Alright? I’m really sorry.”

“How do I take this thing off?” y/n sat up, pulling at the velcro around her arm. Charlie removed it for her, tossing the board aside. He extended his hand, helping pull her up from the ground. y/n dusted the sand from her legs, and looked up watch Charlie whip his head away with a furious blush covering his cheeks.

“I— Just unwrap the- the thing. The- that.” y/n did as instructed, and handed the boogie board over to Charlie. She watched him take the two boards back over to their beach setup. She followed him, going to sit in her beach chair and wrap a towel around herself. Charlie took a glance at her, the same red returning to his face, then walked very quickly to where some of the other boys were still in the water.

“You two good?” Cooper took a slow sip from a canned soda, glancing between Charlie and y/n.

“Yep.” She felt herself sink lower into the seat. “No. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Well- I just-“ she closed her eyes and took a breath. “I bought this stupid bathing suit cause I wanted to feel good about it and about myself and he can’t even look at me in it. I just feel stupid and ugly.”

“Woah woah. y/n there’s no way you’re ugly, period. And there’s no way Charlie thinks you’re ugly.”

“You’re just saying that cause I’m here.”

“I’m saying cause I’m your friend and Charlie thinks you’re fuckin smokin.”

y/n sat up and looked at copper again. “What?”

“Sorry. Let me re-phrase. Charlie thinks-“ Cooper paused, holding his soda in one hand. “I-uh. I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t say anything!”

“Yes you did!” y/n stared at Cooper in confusion. He tried to get up and run, but stumbled in the sand and slammed into one of the coolers. He rolled over in the sand, groaning. y/n got out of her chair And knelt down next to him. “Tell me know?”

“He- ugh. He think you’re hot idiot.” Cooper rolled over, flopping his arms outwards and closing his eyes. “That fuckin hurt.”

y/n opened the cooler Cooper had fallen on. She took a handful of ice out and laid it on the spot on Cooper’s abdomen that had hit the cooler. She pressed it closer with the towel she’d been wearing moments before. “Tell me more!”

“No! I’m not doing this for the two of you.”

“The two of us?” y/n withdrew her hand slightly, feeling her face grow warm. “You’re not-“

“Shut up. You’re both so into each tower it’s gross.” Cooper looked back towards the shore line and gave an evil grin. “Speak of the devil.”

y/n paused. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see someone walking up the the chairs and towels that she had no doubt was Charlie. Cooper started standing, leaving her sitting in the sand.

“Hey you good? We saw you fall?”

“Yeah.” Cooper patted Charlie on the shoulder. “By the way, you tow should talk.”

y/n whipped her head away from Charlie, anger and embarrassment bubbling from within her. Charlie was none the wiser. “Uh, about what Cooper?”

Cooper pushed off of Charlie, walking back towards the water. “Tell her what you think man. I’m tired.”

Charlie watched Cooper walk into the water, then turned back to y/n with a furious blush. “I- uh. I like the suit. The dinosaurs. You look great- the dinosaurs. You look great in the suit with the dinosaurs. I mean you look great anyways I just- dinosaurs!”

“Thanks.” y/n sat up a bit straighter.

“So,” Charlie sat cross-legged on a blanket in the sand. “What were you two talking about?”

“I told Cooper I felt ugly and then he said that you said I was smokin.”

“You’re not-! I didn’t say that.”

“Come on Charlie, am I ugly or smokin?”

Charlie paused, frowning. “Joking doesn’t make it go away.”

“I know. It’s just easier. It’s okay it’s just weird to talk about.” She laid back onto the blanket, letting her arms rest above her head. “I like the bathing suit I just don’t like me in it.”

“I understand.” Charlie built small piles of sand at his feet. “I know I can’t change much but for what it’s worth I think you’re pretty.”

She turned her head, looking at him confusedly. “You do?”

“Well- I-“ He pursed his lips, thinking. “I would use the word gorgeous instead.”

“Oh.” y/n looked away from Charlie, trying to hide their flustered expression.

“Oh wait did I say the wrong thing?” Charlie started fiddling with his hands, not sure what to do. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable it’s just- fuck you’re so pretty and I really like you and god you look fucking great but you’re also really funny and smart and sweet and I like you so much but I’m really sorry-“

“Charlie.” y/n placed a hand on his arm, now sitting in the sand next to him. “You never made me uncomfortable.”

“Oh thank god. I never wanted to-“

“I like you to.”

Charlie froze, taking in what y/n said as a blush crept up his neck to his cheeks. He laughed, running a hand through his hair. “No way! Wait no way. Really?” y/n nodded and he laughed again, leaning over to place his hands on the side of her face and rest his forehead against hers. “Holy shit! Like actually holy shit!”

y/n laughed, quickly kissing Charlie’s nose. “Come on nerd let’s get back in the water.”

“Yeah! Yes.” Charlie scrambled upright, pulling a giggling y/n up with him. “Here watch this.” Charlie, in one fluid motion, swept y/n off her feet and began carrying her bridal style. He walked with her in his arms all the way to the water, where he fell into the water with her. They both came up for air, y/n laughing the whole time. “Better?”

“Much better.” y/n kissed him again, putting her arms over his shoulders to hold him close.

“Hey! You two.” Cooper splashed water at y/n and Charlie. “You done?”

The two paused, looking back to each other, then swam towards their group of friends, starting a splash free-for-all.

[shadyteacup]

This is a day late, but here's a birthday fic I wrote for my favorite man, Dazai♡

Happy Birthday, Love♡

"Good morning!"

A cheery voice echoed in Dazai's ear. He groaned at the noise. It was only 5 in the morning.

"Who?", he managed to grumble into the phone, shifting on his bed to stretch his legs.

"It's me, Dummy. Wake up and get ready. I'm picking you up in 5."

His eyes shot open. Why the fuck were you picking him up at 5.05 am on a fucking Saturday?

"Y/N, it's literally dark out there, "

"Shut up. Be ready!"

With that, you hung up.

Dazai groaned into his pillow, fisting the sheets and preparing himself to get out of bed.

He rolled off the edge, quite literally, and landed on his bum, hissing at the cold that kissed his ass.

He stumbled to get ready, pulling on his favourite hoodie and throwing on some jeans.

In exactly 5 minutes, his doorbell rang.

He huffed, pulling it open, and was about to whine when he took in the sight of you.

There you stood, a bright smile on your face and a bouquet in your arms.

On the flowers a hideously large note read, "Happy Birthday, Osa!"

He blinked, remembering that today was, infact, 19th June. The day he was born.

"Happy birthday, baby!"

You extended your arms, thrusting the flowers in his face. He smiled at you, accepting the flowers and pulling you in.

"Whoa-"

You were cut short by a pair of lips slamming down onto your own.

Dazai had you pinned to his door as he passionately kissed you, pouring all his love and thanks into it. He trailed his hand along your sides, eliciting an excited shiver down your spine. His tongue claimed your mouth as it's own, making you whimper at the intensity of the kiss.

You pushed his shoulders, trying to create some distance between your heaving chests.

"Not... not now!"

You grinned up at your whiny boyfriend.

"But why can't we just tear our clothes off and-"

"No! I'm not celebrating your special day like this."

He pouted, his angelic features almost making you give in. Almost.

"I have something planned for you, love. "

He smirked, leaning forward to kiss along your neck.

"Do you... really... want... to miss out... on this?"

He asked you between kisses. You gulped, pushing him away.

"No! Not now! Maybe later."

He grinned coyly at your flustered state, before yelping at the sudden pull of you grabbing his arm.

You pulled him out of the house, slamming the door behind you, and sprinting down the hall. He stumbled to keep up to you, your entwined fingers pulling him forward.

You reached down stairs to your motorcycle, putting your helmet on and tossing one towards your favorite brunet.

"Come on!"

You ushered him to sit behind you, and once he was seated, you revved you bike to life. You roared through the empty streets of Yokohama. Dazai felt excited, the rush of the wind against his face igniting a flame of exhilaration through his bones.

He hugged your waist, leaning into your warmth as the cool wind nipped at his skin, eliciting shivers.

He watched as the sun rose, it's reddish rays expanding over the land, like how the ocean usurps the sandy beach with every wave. He was left awestruck at how beautiful the city looked. There was so much beauty in this world. He was glad to be able to witness it. Especially glad that he was with you. You were another one of nature's beauties. He adored you so much. He maybe even loved you. But he wouldn't tell you that, for he wasn't sure if the feelings were reciprocated. Nonetheless, being able to spend time with you was a blessing from the heavens. He was going to cherish each every millisecond he got with you.

You maneuvered trough the twist and turns, and took your beloved to a hilltop. The view was splendid from up here. You parked, asking Dazai to get off as you turned the engine off.

"Beautiful..."

You heard him whisper as he looked over the city.

You smiled at his genuine adoration, pulling out a blanket from your bag.

"I know you like nature. I also know that you like food."

He turned towards your voice to see you sitting on a cute blanket that was laid out on the grass. Baskets of food and drinks surrounded you.

"I thought that a picnic is a perfect blend of the two!"

He grinned at your thoughtfulness and joined you.

You both spent quite a while just observing the city. How the darkness was slowly replaced by light. How the once lonely streets were filled with the buzz of humanity. Just Dazai's heart. It was so lonely and dark, then you filled it with light.

As you laid your head on his shoulder, you couldn't help but feel... complete. His warmth, his smell, his touch.. it was all way too familiar to you. You both hadn't even been dating that long, but just the thought of him made you smile. You longed to see him everyday. Hearing his voice made you feel lighthearted. His smile lit up your day. Everything about the man sitting next you made you happy. He was your serotonin boost.

You gulped at the intensity of your feelings. You cared for him, a little too much. It scared you. But you knew he felt the same way.

Everytime he leaned into your touch, subconsciously grasping onto your warmth, you realized that he loved you. He never said it to you, but you could see it in his eyes. You could see it in his tiny actions. The way he would smile the brightest smile ever, when he saw you after a long time, the way his eyes lit up when you laughed on one of his stupid jokes, the way he hugged you a little longer than he used to at the beginning. It all just adds up.

You tilt your head to stare at your love, only to find brown eyes peering down at you.

You blushed at being caught, hiding your face into his neck.

Cute chuckles followed by multiple head-kisses made you look back up at the gorgeous man.

"What are you thinking about?"

He asked, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

"You.", you replied with a smile.

He froze at your reply, a pink hue dusting his cheeks.

"Are you blushing?"

You asked incredulously.

He shook his head a little too quickly to seem convincing, turning away. You grasped his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

Your intense gaze was full of adoration and it made Dazai's face heat up. You were looking at him with such gentleness. He didn't deserve you.

"I love you, Osamu."

He froze. It was a mere whisper, but it was enough to toss his world upside down.

You had finally opened up to him about your true feelings. You felt relieved to finally spill the beans. Your relief didn't last long, though, as your beloved was yet to reply.

You were beginning to worry.

Had you read into it all wrong? Maybe his affinity to your touch was merely a habit. Maybe he wasn't in love with you. Your mind was screaming at you for possibly ruining his special day. You had gone ahead and made it awkward.

"Hey, forget about it. I was not thinking straight, and-"

"I love you, too."

Now you froze. Y/N.exe has stopped working.

"What?"

You sat there, mouth agape. You had expected this, hadn't you? Until a few minutes ago, you had convinced yourself that he loved you back. Yes, you were confused for a second, but now he had told you that he loved you. So, why were you shocked? Why did it feel so good to hear those words from him?

He smiled at your frozen face, leaning forward to kiss you. You melted into his arms, telling him just how much he meant to you through the kiss. You loved how you didn't have to voice out your feelings with him. He simply understood you.

Your fingers threaded through his messy locks, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He grabbed your waist, lifting you up. You jumped at the opportunity and sat yourself on his lap. His hands took the liberty to express your back, creeping under your shirt to caress your soft skin. His skilled fingers teased their way higher and higher. You pushed him on his back, hovering over him, desperate to take control. He didn't let you break the kiss, pulling you down along with him.

A few moments later, it became hard to breathe, but his taste was intoxicating.

He pulled back first, grinning boyishly at you. Placing his forehead on yours, he licked his lips.

"Can't wait to claim you, tonight."

The meaning behind his words finally hit you, and you smacked his arm.

"Why would you say that?!"

"I'll make you scream your love for me, babe."

He winked.

You heated up, hiding your face in your arms. His chuckles made you want to fling a rock at his dumb head.

He was such a baby. But he was your baby. And as long as he was by your side, you would be content.

Hehe, idk if this was good enough, coz I wrote after a long time... but I love he so much uwu

Tagging!

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[safarigirlsp]

Sunshine, Sand, and Sharks

Sunshine, Sand, and Sharks

Flip Zimmerman x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Light Violence Against Teenagers. Humor.

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Here’s another oneshot based on the Writer’s Wednesday prompt photo from @autumnleaves1991-blog Thank you again for hosting!

Sunlight warmed your shoulders as a light salty breeze caressed your skin. Standing thigh-deep in the gentle waves of the Pacific Ocean, you cast a look back over your shoulder. A sultry gaze and a devilish smirk beckoned your man to join you from his place on the beach. Much less gracefully than you moved through the water, Flip closed the distance between your bodies, approaching you from behind until his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around your waist.

Leaning your head back onto his shoulder, you smiled up at him before he dropped his head to kiss at your neck. Flip nipped at your skin, wholly unbothered by the other beach patrons, laughing and splashing near you. He enjoyed displaying his affection for you and his devotion to you for all the world to see. He also wanted everyone to know you were his. That he was the lucky bastard who landed you. The greatest catch in the Pacific, Flip was sure of it.

You were just fine with his display because you felt exactly the same. There should never be any doubt who it was that your handsome man belonged to. Especially not when he was flaunting his massive, muscled body in front of dozens of lusting gazes in his tight black swim briefs, his heavy chest glistening with moisture that accentuated every plane.

Reaching up behind you, you fisted a hand into his thick damp hair, tightening your grip enough to make him groan when you pulled him closer to you.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand, sugar,” Flip growled beneath your ear before kissing the sensitive skin there, the scratch of his goatee and deep bass of his voice giving you goosebumps.

“You’re ridiculous. We’ve only been here thirty minutes,” you laughed as you angled your face to give him better access to your neck.

“Thirty minutes is a long damn time when I want you so fuckin’ bad,” he told you huskily, pressing the hardening length of his cock against your lower back, grinding into you subtly. With your bodies flush against each other, no observer was the wiser as to the extent of his arousal.

“I’m not leaving the beach after only thirty minutes, Flip,” you teased, pushing your ass back into him. “You’ll just have to wait unless you want to fuck me right out here in the open.”

“As you wish, sugar,” he replied, lips turning into a mischievous grin against your skin.

Turning your head, you cocked a questioning eyebrow as you looked up at him.

“I think we can manage it,” he said, lifting a hand to gesture down the beach toward a rocky cove a couple hundred yards away. That part of the shoreline was vacant, its waters not as welcoming as the soft sandy beach. “I need to find some shade anyway before I burn to a crisp out here.”

Flip winked at you playfully before digging his hands into your hips as he pushed you ahead toward the more secluded area. It always warmed your heart seeing him like this, made you fall in love just a little bit deeper. When he was alone with you, without a care in the world other than making you smile. When he had no obligations other than being your big teasing jackass. When he could indulge in you for hours, pulling moans and shivers from your body long after you wanted to collapse in his arms.

Shaking your head at him in playful condemnation, you walked along the beach, sea foam and wet sand swirling around your ankles. Flip fell into line behind you, still using your body to block the view of his half-hard cock and taking the opportunity to appreciate your ass in your bikini bottoms.

Ahead of you, a raised rocky finger extended out into the ocean, populated with greenery and palm trees. This area of the beach was less maintained and was devoid of visitors. A lonely lifeguard tower that had seen better days vacantly overlooked the rocky beach. It was painted with the warning, No Lifeguard On Duty.

Moving from behind you, Flip took your hand in his to walk with you deeper into the water, moving closer toward the rocky ridge.

The water grew mildly choppy as you approached the rocks, splashing against the outcrop that ascended high above your heads. Flip waded deeper until the water was chest level to him and you found it easier to bob and paddle beside him than try to fight your buoyancy and keep your feet on the ground.

Just as Flip guessed, there were plenty of hidden alcoves among the rocks that could easily conceal your two bodies.

Laughter from the beach could still be faintly heard above the waves lapping at the rocks that shielded you from view. Grabbing ahold of a coarse rock at his side to steady himself, Flip used his free hand to pull you around to his front, maneuvering you easily though the water.

Looping your arms around his thick neck, you smiled up at him, your body floating freely against him in the water.

“There’s no lifeguard on duty,” you murmured against his lips, teasing him before you would kiss the breath from him. “Are you sure you can protect me?”

“I wouldn’t be much of a man if I couldn’t protect my girl, now would I?” He told you smugly, taking your lower lip between his teeth before letting it slip away. Grabbing your hip, he pulled your floating figure against him, grinding his pelvis into you. “And you know I’m a pretty damn big man.”

Throwing your head back with a heady laugh, you wrapped your legs around his waist, rubbing your covered pussy against his now fully hard cock, barely contained by his shorts.

“You always do take pretty good care of me,” you said as you returned your lips to his, kissing him deeply, tasting the saltwater on his tongue.

Snaking a hand down between your bodies, you undid his swim briefs, freeing his heavy throbbing cock. It was hot and thick in your hand when you pumped his veined length a few times, already arching hungrily for you.

Lining your entrance up with his cock, you pulled your bikini bottoms to the side, teasing his thick velvety head until he pushed his hips forward, notching inside you. Using your legs around his waist, you pulled yourself closer to him, weightless in the water, sinking yourself fully down into his cock with a moan.

Flip captured your lips as they parted in bliss, kissing you ardently as he began rolling his hips into you.

Being submerged chest deep in the ocean meant that he couldn’t thrust as hard as he wanted into you, but it also meant that he could pull your nearly weightless body down onto his cock. The water splashed and churned around you as he bounced you like a doll on his cock, plunging into you to hilt with every motion.

Pulling back from your kiss, he grinned, admiring the way your perfect tits half bounced, half floated on top of the water, spilling out of your bikini top.

“Fuck, you feel good, gorgeous. I’ve been thinkin’ about your tight little pussy all day. Watchin’ your tits and ass bounce in that bikini,” Flip grunted, jaw clenched from exertion and from taking in the sight of you.

Your hands fell to his shoulders, grasping for purchase as your body rocked from his thrusts, feeling his slick rigid muscles tense with every piston of his hips into you.

A distant, unconcerned corner of your mind considered the possibility that anyone walking along the beach by the lifeguard tower could look out into the ocean and see you both, fucking like animals in the shallow waves next to the rocks. Rather than concern, the thought excited you, causing your pleasure to build and build with every plunge of Flip’s cock into you.

“You like this, don’t you? Knowin’ how fuckin’ crazy you make me? How much you wind me the fuck up?” Flip gritted in between pumps into you, his thick cock dragging along your favorite places at the angle he knew made you quiver.

“You make me crazy too or I wouldn’t be letting you fuck me out here like this.” Your words were as choppy as the water around your bodies, as your capacity to form coherent sentences diminished.

Biting your lip between your teeth, you tried to keep your whines from becoming screams, as your pussy began to flutter and clench around his cock, your thighs trembling where they gripped his waist.

“That’s my girl,” he growled against your neck. “Cum all over my fat cock, sugar.”

The sound of Flip’s rich voice, husky with lust for you, was enough to push you over the edge. Pulsing around him, you felt a rush of searing ecstasy flood you as you came, moaning his name.

As the world came slowly back into focus, your eyes opened to take in the magnificent sight of Flip, jaw clenched and brow furrowed with exertion, fucking you through every wave of your orgasm before he allowed himself to cum.

Movement from behind Flip, deeper out in the ocean, drew your attention over his shoulder. Still dizzy with pleasure and jarring from Flip’s thrusts, your eyes took a moment to adjust to the sight that greeted you. It was enough to sober you faster than being plunged into ice water.

“Flip!” You screamed, voice shrill, nails digging harshly into his shoulders, as your gaze fixed upon the glistening gray fin that protruded from the water only yards behind him. “There’s a fucking shark, Flip!”

“A shark? What?” Flip stammered, shaking himself out of the daze of his own imminent release.

Halting his motion, he jerked his head to look over his shoulder, following your terrified line of sight. You felt the muscles in his broad powerful body tense all at once when he saw the ominous fin himself.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ!” Flip almost shouted, yanking you off his cock, pulling his briefs up, and shoving you back toward the beach.

Keeping his body between you and the shark, Flip pushed you forward as he kicked through the chest-high water.

Looking back over his shoulder, Flip’s heart jumped to an even higher tempo when he saw a second fin join the first, closing in on him fast.

Flip reached his right arm around your waist, snatching you bodily out of the water and throwing you over his shoulder. Lunging powerfully ahead, he kept you hoisted above the water as he pushed frantically toward the shore.

He had never run so hard in his life, not even in the thin mountain air of Colorado, as he ran now. Trying to plow through the dense saltwater felt like one of those horrible nightmares in which he felt like he was running in quicksand, trapped and dragged down. Finally, he felt the waterline drop to his hips, allowing him to surge faster on his strong legs.

Relief flooded him when the water dipped below his knees. A shuddering breath left his lungs, knowing he had saved you and himself from a shark attack and somehow also kept his heart from exploding inside his chest. He took a step closer toward the rocks beside you both, considering leaning against it to catch his breath.

With you still slung over his shoulder, Flip turned back toward the water to see how close the sharks had managed to swim. They were closer than he had assumed they could get to the shore. Even though you were both safe, Flip wrapped his right arm more tightly around your legs at the sight.

As Flip watched the fins, they both stopped in unison. Flip could have cracked his teeth with the force of his gnashing jaw as he watched two older teenage boys, between eighteen and twenty, stand up from the water, laughing as loudly as they could while they caught their breath. Each had a large grey fin strapped to his back, secured by straps around their chests.

Glaring murderously at the boys, Flip slowly lowered you down to the sand in front of him. Resting your hands on his chest, you tried to wordlessly remind him that a double murder would probably ruin your vacation significantly more than a juvenile prank.

“Man, we got you good,” one gangly teen remarked, doubling over with laughter, hands resting on his knees for balance.

“Yeah, that’s how we say ‘get a room’ in Hawaii,” the other pimpled idiot chimed in, thinking himself very witty indeed.

“That was funny as shit,” the first teen added moronically.

“Do you little bastards have a fuckin’ death wish?” Flip asked menacingly through gritted teeth, his giant hands clenching into fists at his sides.

“C’mon dude, it’s not like you’re even that mad about it,” the pizza-faced punk replied, pointedly eyeing the tightness of Flip’s shorts.

It was only then that Flip registered he still had a mostly full erection. He could give a damn less if they saw his dick. Let them be envious as hell over it. But his blood pumped hotter, sizzling through his veins, at the thought of these little assholes seeing the beautiful look on your face when you came. That expression was only for him alone.

That was the thought that pushed him over the edge.

Growling deep in his chest, Flip charged at the larger and more zit-ridden of the two boys. The teen’s eyes widened in shock and terror as Flip’s huge hand reached to the base of his neck, locking around his throat. Yanking the kid roughly, Flip lifted him bodily off the ground, turning to slam his back harshly against the rock wall, crushing the plastic fin behind him.

A yelp squeaked from the teen’s lips as he squirmed in Flip’s vice grip. Flip towered above the kid, even with his thin body pinned against the rock by Flip’s hand at his throat, his toes barely scraping the sand. Slowly, dangerously, Flip lowered his head, closing the distance between himself and the kid until only inches separated their faces. Only inches between the kid’s look of mortified terror and Flip’s fearsome scowl. The other prankster stood rooted in place, petrified, at the sight of Flip manhandling his larger friend so easily.

“Sugar?” Flip addressed you while his narrowed eyes bored into the kid’s, his voice dangerously low. “Go get my cuffs, will you? I’m makin’ a couple of arrests.”

“Should I call for backup?” You asked, playing along, placing your hands on your hips.

“Does it look like I need fuckin’ backup?” He grinned wickedly at the scrawny teen, struggling feebly in his grasp. “I think I have these two punks dead to rights on charges of disturbin’ the peace and disorderly conduct.”

“Oh, at least, Detective,” you agreed, throwing his title in for added effect.

“Did they scare you, darlin?’” Flip asked, his eyes darting to you for a moment.

“They did,” you replied, nodding your head. “I was terrified.”

“Well, that’s assault too for scarin’ my girl,” he snarled angrily at the boys, looking from one to the other. “I wonder what your mommies will say.”

“Hey, please, mister,” the smaller teen implored, moving cautiously to Flip’s left side. “We were just having fun.”

Flip’s free left hand shot out to the other kid, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him to face the rock. Planting his massive palm between the kid’s shoulder blades, he easily subdued him as well. Flip could easily restrain two large adult men who were hell bent on ripping his head off in the process; two gawky boys presented him with little difficulty.

“You boys have the right to remain silent,” Flip boomed in that commanding tone of his that he reserved for making arrests and for putting the fear of God into criminals. “And I suggest you both fuckin’ exercise it because any stupid shit you say is gonna be used against you.”

“C’mon, man. Please,” the kid facing the rock sputtered.

“You have the right to a lawyer,” Flip continued, unamused. “If your parents won’t pay for your lawyer, you will be appointed a lazy fuckin’ public defender who will plea your asses into some jail time.”

Flip smirked at the way both boys flinched at the mention of jail. The sound of you attempting to stifle your laughter drew Flip’s attention. He met your eyes, sharing a smirk with you.

“Speakin’ of jail,” Flip paused for a moment, making a few mental calculations. “You’re both gonna be charged with one full misdemeanor and two petties each. That’s about two years of jail time if and when you’re found guilty.”

“That’s seriously not fair, man!” The larger teen pleaded. “I know you’re old now, but weren’t you young once?”

Flip didn’t know if he could smile at you again when you laughed at the kid’s remark.

“When I was your age, I was overseas shootin’ at men who were shootin’ back,” Flip said, staring unblinkingly into the kid’s eyes and letting his words hang in the air as thick as the seaside humidity.

Flip enjoyed the horror-stricken expressions and shaking hands of the teenagers for a few more moments before abruptly releasing them both. The larger kid dropped down into the sand, his feet failing to support his weight.

“Get the fuck outta here,” Flip growled at the pair, standing up to his full imposing height and looming over the two boys.

Watching the pair scramble to their feet and sprint away down the beach, Flip tried ineffectively to hold back a grin. You couldn’t contain your own laughter at the spectacle and at your man’s frightening deadpan delivery.

“That was pretty hot, handsome,” you told him with a smile, moving into his welcoming embrace, pressing your body against his bare chest. “I think you need to make me cum again before we leave the beach.”

“Make you cum again, huh?” Flip smirked down at you, tightening his arms around you. “While I’m blue-balled over here?”

“I hear it builds character,” you teased, kissing his chest.

“Yes, dear,” Flip defaulted, shaking his head fondly. “Don’t worry, sugar. I’ll make you cum again. And then I’ll fill you up so fuckin’ full that it’s gonna be runnin’ down your legs all the way back to the resort.”

Running your hands over his broad shoulders appreciatively, you beamed up at him, still amused at the way he handled the pranksters.

“You know you don’t have jurisdiction out here, Detective,” you mused.

“I know that and you know that. But those stupid kids don’t,” Flip told you, smiling broadly himself. It was impossible for him to stay in a bad mood when he held you in his arms. “See? I’m funny too.”

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© safarigirlsp 2021

Tagging some beach babes: @babbushka @in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather @mrs-gucci @mrs-zimmerman @kirah36 @iamburdened @tashastrange89 @caillea @icarusinthesea @darkhairedmenrule @reyloaddict55 @fizzywoohoo @heartlight-starlight @queeniebee

[chohorny]

𝙎𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂. ─ k. eijiro.

𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 ─ (n.) love; lit. "I wish to be with you until death."

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ─ kirishima x gender-neutral!reader

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ─ I recommend listening to "if you love me" by Brenda Lee before reading this for the aesthetic, yet if you don't that is also fine since this is only a small drabble BUT it's really a good song you should check out afterward. Oh, and marriage and gooey fluff 🤢

IF AT LAST, OUR LIFE ON EARTH IS THROUGH

The music was fogged as two lovers slightly swayed on the tiny octagon gazebo adorned with the sandy glow of the vintage string lights. Your arms are gently enclosed around his neck as so his around your waist. You're so close that your foreheads connect, noses occasionally browsing against the other as you gingerly rocked jointly.

I WILL SHARE ENTIRETY WITH YOU

It must've been from all the walking Kirishima did today because his black shoelaces became relaxed and drooled onto the wooden floor. Without knowing, you accidentally stepped onto one and he narrowly falls more into you, enclosing the tiny neighborhood your snouts held.

You both give a dusty chuckle and stood there for what felt like a new era. Your eyes are still closed until (e/c) globes are freed from its shields when you detect your husband soften his jaw to speak, but then eventually decides to go against it as no words can leak from it. He resumes back to cradle you.

IF YOU LOVE ME, REALLY LOVE ME

No word is announced as the edge of the song draws nearer, and if there are, your mind is unoccupied without the bossy thoughts running rapid in your mind except one. Your eyes narrow as you stare longingly at your spouse's lips, believing how much you want to lean in and...

LET IT HAPPEN, I WON'T CARE

And you do. This one is different, though. The kiss shared here at the octagon gazebo wasn't as brief as the one standing on the alter or meeting guests. This kiss however was just as wanting as the one on the matrimony but extended.

You could feel kirishimas lips melt as he pushed further into the kiss that he dipped into you, just as eager as you were.

IF YOU LOVE ME, REALLY LOVE ME

His lips curve into a closed smile, the ones where you dimples begins to show.

"I love you." the voice belonging to the man is barely above a whisper as he kissed your smile lines.

LET IT HAPPEN, DARLING, I

"God I fucking love you." this time his voice erupts like an earthquake, trembling and having a big impact on you.

WON'T

"I love you too."

CARE

𝙎𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂. ─ based on this little answer!

Want more? view my 𝗡𝗔𝗩𝗜 & 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧 or just skip right to the 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧. Or maybe just follow!

[mrsgiovanna]

Buon Compleanno (Don Giorno x Fem! Reader)

It's as the name says... This fic is close to my heart and I really enjoyed writing it for our Golden king's birthday. Mostly fluff, it does contain mentions of alcohol consumption though. I hope you all enjoy. ❤️🎊🎉😘🐞💭

P. S. Let the fluff ensue 💐

Word count: 2.5k

“So Mista... Fugo, are things ready on your end? I’ve got confirmation from North Island that everything is ready for us on their end. We have to stagger our arrivals so that Giorno doesn’t actually see you guys there until the party. All our villas are ready for our arrival and his presents are being safe guarded there until we arrive,” you beamed as you secretly went over the final checklist for Giorno’s birthday get away with the team and Trish.

Your friends had ever so thoughtfully come over to see you and Giorno off… well more so to iron out the last details of your master plan, but your boyfriend didn’t need to know that. Attempting to keep your plans for his birthday hidden from him was a near impossible feat. Trying to get him to take some time off and just live for himself was an even bigger task, but being who you are, you managed to plan everything down to the finest detail.

Trying to get the entire island to yourselves and plan the party of a century for your closest allies was a mammoth task, but it was what you felt Giorno deserved. In the years that he’s spent running Passione, he had always placed his own needs secondary to the needs of the organization, which is why you resolved to give him the best experience imaginable for his 21st birthday.

“Hi Giorno! We were just talking about you,” piped up Trish in a voice loud enough to alert everyone to the young don’s looming presence. Eyes widening for a split second, you manage to compose yourself without him catching on and flashed him a pleasant smile. You were taken aback by how handsome he looked dressed down in an azure linen Armani suit, hair braided loosely and cascading down his shoulder. He took his place at your side, casually circling his arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Morning everyone, what’s this about me?”

“Oh, we’re just discussing what we’re going to be doing when you’re away… you know, cats and mice and the like,” joked Fugo, earning him a worried look from Giorno.

“Gosh, relax my love… come on, we have to go, it’s a pretty long flight,”

“Alright, alright, let’s go bella. Well, I’ll see you all in a few days’ time,” leaving to the collective goodbye wishes of your friends you set off to catch the private jet which would take you to the little piece of heaven in the Seychelles.

Upon landing at the airport, you were just one short helicopter flight away from your destination. Giorno’s demeanor was akin to that of a child on Christmas eve, taking in his beautiful surroundings on the helicopter. Stepping onto the helipad, you were greeted by the wonderful fresh scents of the salty sea air, clear blue seas and white sandy beaches for as far as the eye could see. After the welcome, you were lead to the main villa, given your golf cart and allowed yourselves to get settled in for the rest of the night, choosing to spend a quiet night lounging on the balcony overlooking the ocean.

Giorno couldn’t help but stare at your beautiful form. The way the moonlight bounced off the ocean behind you and illuminated your skin mesmerized him. He had known you ever since he had taken over Passione. You served as a valuable ally when it came to weeding out the members who were still unwilling to adopt his ideals. As the years marched on, he started seeking out your company more and more, until it became apparent that he was at his happiest when he was around you… and once the realization had dawned on him, he wasted no time in making you his. You fell hard, and fast, and it was so easy fall into step with each other’s lives, as if you had been created just for each other.

“Bella, this is incredible, I know I put up a bit of a fight but I’m so glad you did this…” he uttered with a dreamy look on his face.

“I’m glad you think so my love, you’re going to love the day I have planned for us tomorrow… Ah! Actually, later on today," you say, glancing at your watch, "it’s just past midnight! Happy birthday my love! I hope you know how much I love you, and I’m incredibly proud of you and all you have managed to accomplish at such a young age… you’re… you’re pretty amazing you know,” the emotions swirled around in Giorno’s eyes while listening to your heartfelt speech.

“(y/n) … I… you’re… I just love you so much tesoro, you’re everything I could ever want,”

“I love you too Gio… come on, it’s late, let’s get some rest,” you say while leading him to bed.

You rose early, just as the sun made its glorious appearance over the ocean. As early as you had woken up though, Giorno was already awake, nursing a cup of coffee as he stared pensively at the brilliant blue water.

“Good morning handsome, penny for your thoughts?” you greeted your lover, wrapping your arms lovingly around his shoulders and nuzzling into his soft hair.

“Good morning principessa… I’m just thinking about how much I love you…”

“Oh? Is that so, Mr. Giovanna? Well prepare to love me even more, go get ready, we have lots to do today,” you say, a lovely light, lilt coloring your voice.

“Any hints?”

“Wear something comfortable, something that we can walk around in,”

With that, your day had started with a guided hike through the island. Between Giorno’s life-imbuing ability and your affinity for adventure, you were both mesmerized by the flora and fauna you encountered on the hike. Once that was over you looked forward to coming back to a special couple’s massage which eased your sore muscles and relaxed you both into a dreamlike state. Finally, after your last treatments, you could get ready for your “dinner” at the piazza. Feeling a sense of pride as you put on the last of your accessories, you smiled at your reflection in the mirror while inspecting your stunning outfit, and grew even happier when you saw Giorno walking out in a casual charcoal grey Dior suit which matched your dress, but not his expression unfortunately.

“What’s the matter my love? You look great by the way…”

“Thank you tesoro… you’re quite the vision yourself,” standing behind you, sharing the mirror, he raked his fingers through his uncooperative hair, sighing in annoyance.

“Gio, stop- here, sit down, I’ll help you,” you say as you gently brush out the tangles and scrunch the wave back into his lovely golden hair. You carefully braid the length of his mane but leave his signature triad of ringlets out, admiring how beautifully the shorter sections of his hair framed his face.

“There…” you leaned back to admire your efforts, acknowledging the fact that you had a particularly exquisite model as well.

“Are you sure this is fine my love?” there was a hint of doubt in Giorno’s voice, but you made sure to banish any such thoughts.

“Of course, I love your hair like this,”

“Well, that’s good enough for me. Shall we leave my princess?”

“Yes… but can I drive the golf cart?” you ask, extending your arm to him, gesturing for the keys.

Speeding past the rest of the villas, you just wanted to make sure that everyone was already at the piazza ready to surprise the young don.

“Are you sure we’re at the right place my love? Or should we be at a different entrance, this looks like it’s closed,”

“Yes caro, come on, I’m sure the staff are inside… I’ve picked up on your habit of wanting to dine in solitude,” you explain as you walk towards the entrance hand in hand. Stepping into the restaurant, the lights dipped and instantly got brighter revealing your closest friends jumping out of their hiding spots with a collective, rambunctious yell of “surprise”, startling your unsuspecting boyfriend.

“Happy birthday my love,” you softly say once again, as the lively music started to play in the background.

“You… did all of this? For me?”

“Of course bello mio, well, I did have help though” you gestured behind Giorno, pointing out Mista, Trish and Fugo walking towards you both.

“Oi, happy birthday Giogio, haha, you look like you need a drink, I’ll be right back,” said Fugo as he went to order the first round of drinks for your little group. Between flitting amongst your guests, dancing with your handsome beau, and stealing moments away to be alone him, you almost forgot to give him his gifts, which were safely stored in the wine cellar of the establishment.

“Well, what do you think my love?” Giorno’s eyes widened when he saw the glass-encased, white Fender Stratocaster signed by just about every rock star, most importantly, his favorite guitarist, Jeff Beck.

“I’ve been looking for this for the longest time… how did you find it tesoro?”

“I also know some people… that’s not all, look next to it…” you motioned towards 5 Morocco solander boxes that housed a rare first edition of the complete 10 volumes of Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables.

“I thought that might look quite beautiful in your study… adding something especially meaningful to your collection,”

“I’m speechless (y/n) … you’ve gone to such great lengths…” you hush him with a passionate kiss preventing him from gushing about your efforts as you were determined to make this night about him.

“I’m sure we’ve been gone for too long, lets rejoin our guests my love,” you started to walk towards the staircase exiting the wine cellar, but you were pulled back against Giorno’s broad chest, grasping your face in his hand, he kissed you with so much fervor this time, leaving you flustered and battling to calm your racing heart. Noticing the effect, he managed to have on you, he gently coaxed you back upstairs with a wicked smirk.

“Hey, you’re back, we’ve been looking all over for you two. We have one more person who wants to say hello,” with a soft smile, Trish reaches behind her to pull out coco jumbo, which meant only one thing…

“Signore Polnareff! Even you…”

“You know I’ve always had a soft spot for pretty girls Giorno… Joyeux anniversaire! You’re a brave young man with a good head on your shoulders and integrity in your heart, always hold on to that,”

“Thank you signore Polnareff, it means a lot coming from you, considering…” cutting him off before Giorno could complete his sentence, Polnareff attempted to lighten the mood.

“Non non non, no sad thoughts tonight, get this man a drink someone, you’re all slacking here,” he said looking at you as you mouthed a small thank you in his direction.

“(y/n), you’ve really outdone yourself. Giogio, you’re a lucky man,” said Mista as he brought a special bottle of champagne for you all to raise a toast with. “Alright, while we’re all here in the same place, I just want to say that you’re all important to me…”

“Mista’s drunk guys, prepare yourselves,” Trish says with an eye roll resulting in hushed giggles as the gunslinger tried to (unsuccessfully) arrange his sentimental thoughts.

Unable to stand it any longer, Trish takes over and pays homage to Giorno, as well as the special people who had given everything in order for them to live, enabling them to carry on their will.

As the party raged on, you took a small break in a dim corner of the piazza, and took a moment to marvel at the fruits of your labor. Everybody was having the best time, including Giorno. After being called away by one of his associates, it filled your heart with fluttery sensations watching the man you loved finally able to act his age for once.

“May I sit with you, carina?” startled out of your musings, you find an old friend standing over you.

“Lorenzo, of course, please, have a seat,” you offer emphatically.

“So, how is one half of Passione’s power couple doing?” his question earning a loud giggle from you. You continued to make conversation with Lorenzo, until Trish came to inform you that one of the service providers needed to confirm a few details with you, so you politely excused yourself and followed Trish. You were confused as she lead you to a secluded part of the beach, where you find Giorno standing alone, staring broodingly at the ocean for the second time that day. You realized that she just made an excuse draw you away to check on Giorno, being slightly concerned yourself after seeing the expression on his face.

“Gio? My love, what’s the matter? Did you just need some fresh air?” he turned to faced you with the softest smile.

“You know bella, I’ve loved you so deeply for years now… you always know what I need… even before I do. I never really feel complete anymore unless you’re with me… which is strange because I’ve always been content on my own. And then it hit me, you will always hold a part of me, and I’ll always seek you out because of it… You’ve given me probably the best experience of my life tonight, but, there’s just one more thing I would like from you to make the day perfect…” you felt light-headed when you saw Giorno moving to kneel down on one knee, pulling out a little trinket box, opening it to reveal the most beautiful ring.

“(y/n), would you give me the greatest gift and agree to spend the rest of your life with me as my wife?”

Emotions tugged at your pretty features, as you whispered a breathy affirmation, while nodding excitedly. Exhaling sharply with a stunning smile, Giorno got back to his feet and placed the elegant ring on your finger, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss thereafter. You threw your arms around his neck, and held him tightly, before the realization dawned on you.

“Wait! How long have you been planning this, Gio? Your question was met with his soft, exasperated laugh.

“Oh! For the longest time amore, I’ll admit though, your plans had forced me to adapt my own, but I had some help in achieving all of this… Trish is a lifesaver,” explained your new fiancé with a hint of pride in his voice.

“I love you Gio, but you managed to hijack your own celebration… I don’t know what to do with you!” the mock exasperation dripping from your voice drew a small laugh from Giorno.

“That’s your problem now tesoro, you already agreed to marry me, no take backs,” with that, you both decide to return to the festivities. Intertwining your fingers with his as you slowly walked back, you both stole loving glances at each other, communicating your intense affections for each other through your eyes alone… perhaps it was as he said, you mused… that a part of your soul resided with him also, and so you always sought him out to feel complete too, just as he did with you.

[legoes]

⌦ a hero is born pt ii !

⌦ word count: 4073

⌦ fandom: monkie kid

⌦ characters: corrin lake, mk | qi xiaotian, mei | long xiaojiao, pigsy, tang, sandy, princess iron fan

⌦ ship(s): none

⌦ summary: the team goes to find the monkey king, corrin reveals a bit about his past, and they have a bad encounter with princess iron fan.

⌦ chapters: previous | masterpost | next

⌦ trigger warnings: presumed character death

⌦ notes: reuploaded & edited; reblogs > likes

⌦ tag list: @paxpengvina, @gentle-horrors, @sammamax, @shippin-in-the-rain, @paperweightlovers, @prophetshusband

Tang quite enjoyed Pigsy’s Noodles, even if said pig demon did not like it when he did not pay. He would though. Eventually.

He was enjoying a bowl when he was interrupted by Xiaotian —and Corrin, who he seemed to be dragging along—, causing him to spill it all over himself. Oh well.

Xiaotian was practically bouncing with energy, as he usually was, but seemed extremely shaken up. He had also finally let go of Corrin’s arm, with the latter seeming to be just as shaken up. “Mr. Tang!”

Tang wiped his mouth from the noodles he spilled, more confused than angered or annoyed. “Hmm?”

Xiaotian started frantically searching all over the counter, pushing around everything in his way. “Remember the story you told me this morning? About the Demon Bull King? Argh, where is it? Where is it? Where is it?” He continued to push things around until he spotted his book underneath a pile of bowls, and swiped away the pile, causing it all to fall. “Ah, there it is. The Demon Bull King, see?”

Pigsy managed to come into the building finally, being held back by Xiaojiao, and watching as all the bowls shattered on the ground. “Argh, kid! What are you doing to my kitchen?”

Tang, however, seemed disinterested in Xiaotian’s odd actions. “Yeah?” He continued to sip his noodles (or, what was left after he spilled). “What about him?”

Xiaotian practically leapt onto Tang, screaming frantically. “The Demon Bull King is back! The legend is real! The Monkey King’s staff is removed! We have to find him! It’s the only way to save everyone before the world is destr-”

Tang pushed Xiaotian back with his chopsticks, rolling his eyes. “Boy, relax. You’re getting spit in my soup. Besides, you’re delusional. It’s just a story.”

Corrin finally stepped in. “He’s not lying! I swear it’s all real! I was there!”

Xiaotian nodded in agreement. “Yeah! Would you call this delusional?” Everyone watched as he revealed the staff, Corrin pointing at it and nodding.

Xiaojiao smiled widely. “Wow, MK. You found a stick!”

Corrin let out an irritated groan at the lack of belief, clearly stressed. “No, it’s Monkey King’s staff!”

Corrin and Xiaotian watched the other three all burst into laughter, obviously not believing the two of them.

Pigsy seemed to be the only one continuing to focus on them afterwards, Xiaojiao messing with her phone and Tang returning his focus to his noodles, which only infuriated Corrin and Xiaotian more.

Xiaotian was practically ready to throw a tantrum at this point, ignoring as Corrin let out a loud irritated yell at their response in favor of continuing to argue. “You aren’t listening! Demon Bull King is out there. We have to get the staff back to the Monkey King! It’s the real deal. I’ll prove it.”

Pigsy obviously did not believe him. “Oh, yeah? How?”

Xiaotian paused for a moment, holding out the staff, staring at it but having no idea how to use it. “Uh…”

Corrin came over, staring at it as well. “Maybe you have to-”

Suddenly, the staff extended itself, crushing the table that Tang and Xiaojiao were sitting at and forcing everyone to stare in shock. It slowly retracted itself back into its original size, and Corrin found how slow it was physically painful to watch.

Tang, ever the Monkey King obsessed historian, seemed to absolutely lose his mind in excitement. “Monkey King’s staff! I knew it all along! The legendary weapon that only he could wield to seal away evil! Wait a minute. Why do you have it?”

Pigsy seemed to finally be willing to play along. “All right, I’ll bite. If the staff is here, then where is the demon punk now?”

Xiaojiao held up her phone, smiling brightly. “He’s at the shoe store.”

Everyone looked to her, confused. “What?!” They all moved to look over her shoulder, staring at the screen.

Pigsy glared her down, frowning. “This is better not be another one of your puppy videos, Mei!”

Corrin spoke up again. “To be fair, there’s always time for puppy videos.”

Xiaojiao laughed, nodding in agreement while scrolling through her phone. “Corrin’s right, but no. Look what just started trending. Hashtag Demon Bull King!”

The entire team looked through dozens of photos and videos on various social media. The most common collection of images was the Demon Bull King harassing some worker (Corrin recognized him, but hated him, so he internally rolled his eyes).

Pigsy forced the others into his old food truck, not even giving anyone a chance to get comfortable before he rushed into the driver’s seat and floored it.

Everyone seemed uncomfortable with the arrangement, Tang, Xiaojiao, Xiaotian, and Corrin all being forced to squish into the vehicle together, and all complaining.

Pigsy ignored them, driving as fast as the old truck would go and rounding corners so fast the others thought they might tip over.

Tang, always willing to argue with his friend (frenemy? Their relationship was complicated), pushed himself next to him. “Pigsy, watch where you’re going! You’re gonna kill us!”

MK pushed his way between the two, holding up his sketchbook. “Yeah we gotta get to Flower Fruit Mountain without getting smushed in a car crash. All we need to do is drive through an entire ocean. Simple.”

Corrin rolled his eyes and forced MK to sit back. “Not simple! Most cars can’t drive through water, and this rust bucket will probably get us killed before we even get a mile in.”

Mei then moved to push herself into the conversation, holding up her phone and pointing to the screen frantically. “Guys! Demon Bull King has moved onto downtown. He’s destroying the cheese tea store!”

MK frowned. “All the more reason to get this staff back to Monkey King. Flower Fruit Mountain. It’s the only place he could be. Right, guys?”

Corrin nodded and Tang verbally agreed. “Indeed.”

Corrin interrupted him. “However, Flower Fruit Mountain is hidden away, deep in dangerous and unknown territory.”

This seemed to cause Tang to panic. “So I guess we better turn back!”

MK, Mei, and Corrin all stared at him in an irritated shock. “What?!”

Irritated with his words, Pigsy pushed Tang back into his seat. “Shut it, you big baby. I know a guy that can take us there. The most dangerous, deadly, rage-filled warrior I’ve ever known.” Then, he slammed on the gas once again, leading the others to all scream.

Pigsy continued to drive as fast as he could until he suddenly stopped the food truck at the harbor. “Sandy.”

The others stared at the boat, Xiaotian and Xiaojiao shaking in fear at the ominous appearance, watching as one of the doors slowly opened with the wind.

“Oh, this place is so haunted…” Corrin’s comment caused the two other young adults to let out a whimper.

Pigsy guided them all inside, Xiaojiao, Xiaotian, and Tang quivering in fear, Corrin looking around nervously, as they immediately encountered one of the tallest men any of them had ever seen. He was standing in the kitchen, wielding a large butcher knife as Pigsy asked for his help.

They all watched in terror as he threw a butcher knife onto the kitchen counter. “That’s a lot to take in. You know what I do to people who disrupt the peace?” The group shivered in fear even more. “Serve them tea!” He pulled up a tea set, smiling brightly. “You guys want some? You? How about that guy over there? Huh? Huh?”

Corrin shrugged from his seat on the floor (where he had insisted he was most comfortable), petting a cat who had crawled into his lap at some point. “I’ll take some.”

Tang nodded, raising his hand. “Oh, yes! Don’t mind if I do.” He turned to give a pointed look towards Pigsy. “Certain noodle shop owners could learn a lot from your hospitality, Sandy.”

“Oh, you’re right, Piggy, this guy is dangerous. He’ll kill us with cuteness!” Xiaojiao then picked up one of Sandy’s therapy cats, placing it on top of Pigsy’s head.

Sandy smiled as he handed one of the cups of tea to Corrin. “It’s my own blend of anti-stress fruits. It really brings the heart rate down.”

Corrin smiled widely. “Ooh, I could definitely use this.”

Pigsy seemed to grow more and more irritated as the two continued their conversation about tea, and eventually reached a breaking point, slamming his hands onto the coffee table in front of them. “Sandy! What happened to you?” He grabbed onto Sandy’s necklace, yanking it in an attempt to get eye to eye with him. “Where’s the angry glass chewing, fish throwing buddy I used to know?”

Sandy grabbed Pigsy and gently placed him down, patting him on the shoulder, an embarrassed smile on his face. “Oh well, my therapist said I really needed to calm down. That’s why I started drinking tea. Doing yoga. Investing in therapy cats. Really helps.” He picked up a cat which looked an unnatural amount like him. “Oh, don’t you, Mo?”

Xiaojiao raised her hand, snapping him out of his focus on his cat. “Oh Mr. Sandy sir.” She moved to get on her knees, offering the best puppy dog eyes she could. “We could really use your help. We’ve gotta get to Flower Fruit Mountain!”

Xiaotian joined her on his knees, giving the same look. “Please, the fate of the world is at stake.”

Sandy seemed unphased by their begging, but still smiled. “Ok!”

Xiaotian, Xiaojiao, and Corrin now looked at him in confusion, clearly surprised he agreed so quickly. “Really?”

Sandy nodded. “Anything for Pigsy. I can get you there, but it ain’t a pleasant trip.”

Xiaotian, Xiaojiao, and Corrin all smiled widely, jumping around excitedly. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“Alright, let’s get moving.” He then turned to Pigsy. “But I’m telling you, old friend. If things get hairy, I’ve changed. I don’t go around picking fights no more.” Pigsy let out a sigh as Sandy then turned back to his weird twin like cat. “Mo, initiate the launch sequence!”

The group watched in confusion as Mo jumped off Sandy’s shoulder, running into another room as Xiaojiao turned to Xiaotian and Corrin. “Launch sequence?” The two shrugged.

There was the sound of a button being pressed, and the boat started up, red warning lights flaring.

Sandy moved to go outside, the others following him as he made his way to the steering wheel. “Onwards to Flower Fruit Mountain!” The boat then took off rather fast, especially for its size, and the others all cheered.

Everyone had settled in pretty quickly afterwards, walking around the boat to do whatever it was they wanted while Sandy continued on their way.

Xiaotian had hesitated at first, not sure how to bring it up, but he eventually walked over to Corrin, sitting next to him. “So, uh, earlier, you said you would explain everything if we didn’t die, and we didn’t, so, uh…”

“I did, huh?” Corrin took a deep breath and nodded. “It’s a long story. God, where to start. Well, I know the Monkey King.”

Xiaotian leaned in, excitement clear on his face. “You know him?! Wait, obviously you do, you’re the Blue Serpent Spirit so you were on the journey to the west- wait how old would that make you-”

Corrin let out a laugh, covering Xiaotian’s mouth to stop him. “Give me a second to answer, will ya?”

Xiaotian nodded, now sitting silently.

“Yeah, we’re old friends.” Corrin smiled, reminiscing. “He was fun. Kinda a jerk when I first met him — god I can’t tell you how many times he kicked me in my sleep — but he was… he was a good friend.”

Xiaotian nodded, clearly still hoping for more information.

“Also, the story about the Blue Serpent being there the whole time and only revealing itself as a spirit towards the end of the journey? Bullshit.” This drew a shocked reaction out of the younger man. “I was there the whole time, yes, but I wasn’t the Blue Serpent yet.”

Xiaotian watched Corrin sigh deeply, turning to look over the railing of the boat. He watched with wide eyed wonder as the blond lifted a large bit of water, a small fish inside.

“Long story short, I got saved by a dying spirit. Or, well, not dying spirit, the host was dying. They wanted someone else to carry it so they could die in peace, and, well, they saved my life, how could I say no?” He lowered the fish back into the water, and it swam away.

“What happened to the host?”

Corrin took another deep breath, stilling himself. “The Blue Serpent isn’t some kind of blessing. They’re a curse. The longer you’re with them the weaker you become until-”

“Until you die…” Xiaotian’s eyes widened. “Are you…?”

Corrin playfully splashed some water on his friend’s face, but he was clearly still thinking about the implications. “You’re not that lucky, I’ve still got a lot more in me.”

Xiaotian thought for a moment, then changed the subject. Their moods had both soured and he did not want to think of it much longer. “Well, uh, since I have the staff and all, you think I could ever be as cool as the Monkey King?”

Corrin turned back to him with a smile. “Give it time, Wukong wasn’t that great with it when I knew him. Like I said, he was a jerk — impulsive and kinda clumsy with a bad temper — not a good fit, at least, that’s what I thought.”

Xiaotian was intrigued by the causal use of the Monkey King’s given name, but ignored it and laughed instead. “I can’t imagine him not being totally awesome.”

“He once broke his leg when the two of us were separated from the others and I had to carry him back.” Both Corrin and Xiaotian laughed loudly at that. “He was so mad that the others saw that he didn’t talk to me for like a month!”

The two both took deep breaths, then Xiaotian smiled, staring at the staff in his hands. “So you really think I could do it, huh?”

Corrin nodded. “I know it. Besides, you’ve already got a head start on Wukong, because you’ve got the heroic personality, you’ve got the drive, and just like him, you’ve got friends who care about you.”

Xiaotian looked over the boat, smiling widely. Pigsy was passed out on a couch, and Tang seemed like he was about to be close behind. Xiaojiao was tapping away on her phone, completely invested in whatever it was and Sandy was focused on steering the ship. Corrin stood next to him with a comforting smile. Yeah, he did.

He took a deep breath, then walked out to the open area, giving a playful wink towards Corrin before starting his dramatic show. “Halt evil monster! I must thwart thee! For I am the Monkie Ki-” Xiaotian let out a yell as the staff extended, breaking a part of the boat and almost hitting Xiaojiao, which caused him to drop it in a panic.

Xiaojiao, as she most often was, was unphased, smiling brightly. “Wooo! That was awesome!”

Xiaotian let out an embarrassed groan. “Sorry, Mei.” He struggled to pick it up, only for it to fly back, nailing him in the face and causing him to fall. Faintly, he could hear Corrin let out a snort, the kind he would do when he was trying very hard not to laugh.

Xiaotian continued to lay there, obviously annoyed with what had happened to him. He looked around the deck, but paused when he looked up past the rim of the boat and into the distance. Something was glowing, and as he looked even harder, he saw it.

Flower Fruit Mountain.

Xiaotian had never moved so fast in his entire life, rushing to the edge and smiling, excitement clear in his voice. “We’re here! Flower Fruit Mountain!”

Suddenly, the ship rocked, a geyser hitting it and causing the ship to almost tip over. A crate on it had gone flying and Corrin let out a panicked yell, drowned out by all the others yelling, and ducked to avoid getting hit.

Xiaotian turned, letting out a confused “huh” when he noticed the large volcanoes that they seemed to be getting closer and closer to.

Sandy’s voice seemed to come out of nowhere, and Corrin had almost forgotten he was there with how quiet he had been the whole ride. “Welcome to the Flaming Mountains gang! A volcanic ring surrounds the mountain making it virtually impassable. This path is the only safe way through.” He stopped the boat just at the edge of the water, letting the others who wished to continue off. “That’s as close as the boat can get. Just be careful.”

Corrin, Xiaojiao, Xiaotian, and Pigsy got off, Tang seemingly hiding with no intention of joining them, to absolutely no one’s surprise.

The walk had started, for the most part, uneventful, with the group cautiously avoiding getting blasted by geysers.

“Stupid Sandy. Stupid Tang. Staying cozy in his stupid boat. What did I do to deserve this, Noodle Gods?” Pigsy had been complaining since the group had gotten off the boat, but was interrupted this time by a geyser of fire erupting from the ground, nearly hitting him and causing him to let out a panicked scream.

“Careful, piggy!” Xiaojiao cringed slightly. “You gotta wonder why Monkey King decided to live here of all places.”

Corrin suddenly grabbed Xiaojiao’s arm, yanking it and gaining her attention before pointing to something before them, which caused both him and the others to start to gain his attention. “MK, look up.”

The aforementioned young man had seemingly not heard him, staring down at the staff. “You know when Monkey King had to get through the Flaming Mountains he actually used Princess Iron Fan fan’s to blow-” He had been cut off by a laugh, one he recognized immediately.

Princess Iron Fan had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, a mocking smile on her face. “Well, well, well. Aren’t you a little Monkey King fanboy.” Flames erupted from behind her, and she pushed her Magic Fan into the fire. She then brought it up, using the flames now ignited on it to throw a large fireball.

Corrin rushed forward, using the boiling water from an erupting geyser to counter the flame, leading to steam blocking everyone’s sight.

Pigsy rushed over to Xiaotian and Xiaojiao, who had run away in a panic and managed to trip over their own two feet. “Kids! Everyone okay?” Corrin rushed over, Pigsy pushing him and the others behind him to protect them.

Princess Iron Fan moved towards them, laughing at the sight. “I’ll be taking that staff now.”

Xiaotian and Xiaojiao rushed to get up, the former pushing his way to the front of the group. “This belongs to the Monkey King. There’s no way I’m letting you take it.”

Princess Iron Fan gave another mocking smile. “Oh you’re just a little noodle boy playing at being a hero. Sorry to disappoint, playtime is over.”

Xiaotian launched himself at Princess Iron Fan, with Pigsy and Corrin both reaching, and both failing, to grab him, Pigsy letting out a panicked yell. “Kid no!”

The Monkie Kid rushed to hit her with the staff, but was blocked with only one finger by the same gauntlet Red Son had used to lift it before.

Xiaotian’s entire body tensed up in shock. “What?”

Princess Iron Fan smiled, letting out a laugh as she grabbed the staff. Then, she swung it, launching him out of sight.

Corrin felt himself freeze. It was almost as if his heart had stopped beating.

Xiaojiao began to run in the direction he had gone. “No! MK!”

Pigsy panicked, rushing to grab her and pulling her back before she ran straight into a geyser. “Mei! We gotta go!” He threw Xiaojiao over one shoulder and rushed over to Corrin, throwing the dazed blond over his other. This snapped the latter out of his daze, and both struggled desperately to get free. Then, he made a rush back to Sandy’s boat. “Sorry kid.”

Corrin watched as Princess Iron Fan let out a loud laugh, but his shock addled mind could not make out what she was saying afterwards before she disappeared in a burst of wind.

He was gone. Xiaotian was gone and the Demon Bull family had the staff. Xiaotian was gone and he could not save him and… no. No he could not be. He had to still be alive.

The arrival back on the boat was a blur, and Corrin continued to stare out in the direction of the Flaming Mountains, praying to any god that was listening that Xiaotian would come rushing out to them.

He did not.

He finally turned back to the others, the tone so different from the trip there. There was no smiling or laughter. Everyone seemed to be either in shock or in grief, perhaps even a bit of both.

Pigsy was leaning on the railing of the boat, looking out into the water with his face buried in his arms. “He can’t be gone. He can’t.”

Corrin could hear his voice crack, something that seemed so off for him. He walked over to his side, leaning on one of his shoulders and staring out at the water with him as Sandy walked over, placing a hand on his other shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Pigsy.”

“There was nothing we could do.” The voice was faint, and it cracked ever so slightly as well. Tang.

Pigsy tensed up, turning to glare at Tang. “Nothing?”

Corrin grabbed his arm, making an attempt to calm him. “Please don’t.” It went ignored.

“Nothing?!” Pigsy yanked himself out of Corrin’s grip, stomping over. “I could’ve done something! I could’ve-” His voice started to crack even more as he yanked Tang down by his shirt collar. “I should’ve protected MK!” Tears began to well up in his eyes. “It’s over.”

“It’s not over.” Tang’s words caught Pigsy’s attention. “We can’t help MK, but we can make sure no more lives are lost. Make sure his sacrifice wasn’t in vain.”

Then, a voice from the other side of the boat. “Someone has to fight.”

Corrin turned, speaking up for the first time since it had happened. “Mei?”

The group watched as Xiaojiao wiped her tears away, turning to them with the most rage-filled look they had ever seen, tears still in her eyes. “That demon bully is going to-” Suddenly, a smile appeared on her face her energy gar more dark than it had been with her simple smile, “pay.”

Corrin thought more about Xiaotian. He was the first friend he made this time. They had only known each other for six months, but Xiaotian had been his best friend the whole time. They worked together, hell they lived in the same tiny apartment above Pigsy’s, staying up late and playing games, watching movies and shows, telling jokes to pass the time.

And now he was gone.

Corrin walked over to Xiaojiao, narrowly dodging Sandy grabbing him as he grabbed the other three, hugging them close. “Then what are we waitin’ for? Let’s stop some bad guys!”

Corrin continued to stare, thousands of thoughts rushing through his head. Then, he turned towards the Flaming Mountains again. His body was running on instinct.

“Corrin?” Pigsy’s voice was cautious, like he knew he was about to do something impulsive.

He did. He jumped.

He could faintly hear the yells of his friends as he went under the water, but he paid them no mind, rushing as fast as he could. The water was practically boiling, the heat felt like it was burning him, and it very well might have been, but he ignored it, rushing back onto the Flaming Mountains.

He ran fast, heat quickly drying the water that was left behind on his body. He looked back only once, briefly catching the sight of the others frantically attempting to get his attention.

A geyser erupted, and he continued running. His body felt like it was shutting down. The adrenaline was starting to subside.

It was starting to hurt. So bad. He could not remember a time where everything hurt this much.

He was beginning to lose control.

He blacked out.

[flameo-hotman]

Who is the scariest of those adoptive parents? And are there any non-humans on the menu? Actually, I'm behind point 7.

You don’t want to know the scariest one (though I did start a fic chapter once tagging it because said character showed up in that chapter, so that tells you exactly who the scariest one is.) Yes, there are a fair number of nonhuman on the list.

And you, along with @straycatwandering and several others have ordered adoption number seven. Sand benders.

It should be noted that at one point there is an explosion and Zuko later gets shot with an arrow, but he is fine both times. Also, there is a hint at Zukka towards the end.

Zuko sighed, as he trekked his way through the sandy prison he had found himself in. Sand as far as the eye could see and then some. He had found the library, but because he hadn’t had anything to give Wan Shi Tong, the spirit had thrown him out.

He’d run out of water that morning, and he still had no idea how much longer he had before he would find his way out of the endless desert.

Zuko didn’t want to die out here.

At least he’d still had leftover bandages from his scar. His scar which had just barely finished healing…

The scar that father gave him…

On the ship, before Zhao had blown it up, Zuko had been able to pretend and lie to himself. He had been able to trick himself into believing that Father had done this because he cared, but trekking through the Earth Kingdom and seeing how normal fathers treated their children, Zuko had been faced with the truth.

And now out here alone in the desert he had nothing but his thoughts to keep him company.

There was no doubt left that being scared and banished was not love.

So Zuko had been angry by the time he had found the library, and when he did he hadn’t carried about finding the Avatar to earn his honor back. Zuko wanted to find a way to hurt his father back.

Yet here he was, thirteen years old, alone, and if he didn’t find water soon… Well, he would be dead.

He’d used the spare bandages to soak up his sweat, hoping that he might be able to turn it into drinking water. Not that he had enjoyed drinking his own sweat water that morning.

Worse yet, he’d stopped sweating. It took a lot for a fire bender to get heatstroke and Zuko’s head had begun to ache. Fire prickled beneath his skin begging him to let it out, but if he did the unrelenting heat of the desert would worsen.

But if he didn’t let that fire out… The fire that built every moment underneath Agni’s light, filling him with power… His chi would burn him from the inside out.

If he didn’t let that fire out, he risked chi sickness.

Either he risked dying from heat stroke or dying from chi sickness.

Zuko let the fire out in an explosion of flame and heat.

Everything went dark, and the next thing he knew was the sound of footsteps clicking against glass. Glass that when he opened his eyes extended around him in a circle by three or four yards.

Okay so maybe not using his bending all week while trekking through the desert had been a bad idea. Zuko would admit that because that could have gone A LOT worse.

The next thing that he registered was that the footsteps belonged to a group of sand benders.

He winced as he struggled to his feet and readied to attack.

Even if the sand benders hadn’t seen him fire bend, there was no denying the evidence. They had found him at the epicenter of evidence. This was the closest to combustion bending that a normal fire bender could manage.

Saving up their chi and letting out all of their fire in one sudden blast of heat. Most fire benders died doing that though. If Zuko had waited a few more days, he likely would have been nothing more than a burned out husk melted halfway into the glass beneath his feet.

“Where are your parents?” The man who appeared to be their leader asked.

Zuko frowned, confusion swelling inside him much the same way his fire did. This was not how someone should act when they found an enemy combatant no matter their age. He glanced around at the other sand benders and when he saw that they were just as confused, he knew that he wasn’t the one who’d lost his mind.

Actually all but their leader stayed outside the circle of glass.

Smart, but he didn’t have enough fire left to do a repeat. Actually, he didn’t have enough left to fight them if they did decide to attack, but he wasn’t about to tell them that.

He did have the physical energy to fight them with his swords though.

The sand bender stepped towards him and Zuko stumbled back, losing his step on the slick surface. The glass gave a dull plonk sound as he landed on his butt.

A second plonk followed as the sand bender followed suit.

Zuko shot up and slipping across the glass made his way over, concern for the man filling him, as he asked, “Are you okay?”

The man laughed, but he accepted Zuko’s help back up, and then motioned for one of the others to approach them, before saying, “Ghashiun, give the boy some water.”

At first, Zuko refused the water, because he wasn’t stupid, it was probably poisoned, but then the strange sand bender drank from it and held it out to Zuko.

So Zuko accepted the water and followed the man onto one of the sand-sailers. Sha-Mo promised him food after all, and Zuko was hungry.

He pretended he couldn’t hear Ghashiun saying to Sha-Mo, “Father, he is a fire bender. We should be-”

“He is a child.”

And that had been the discussion.

A year later and Zuko had assimilated into the tribe, with only Ghashiun not accepting him. Something that Zuko didn’t understand until he overheard Sha-Mo and Ghashiun arguing one night.

“He isn’t your son! I am!”

Zuko had been planning to talk with Sha-Mo about an idea he’d had about how he could use his fire bending to propel one of the sand-surfers, but he didn’t think right now would be the best time.

Sha-Mo spoke now, saying, “And I am not replacing you with Zuko.”

“Then why adopt him?!” Ghashiun demanded.

“The Boy Has No Parents!”

Zuko snuck away from the tent and went back to his own.

He didn’t mind the thought of Sha-Mo being his dad, but if the man was going to adopt him, then he wanted to make Ghashiun like him. He had thought he would be content to just have the teen tolerant him, but what he’d overheard had changed things for him.

He didn’t want the same bitter feelings that had plagued him and Azula to carry over to his relationship with his new brother. It would make missing Azula all the worse because without Ozai in the picture maybe things would have been different.

Without Ozai, Zuko wouldn’t see all of his failures in all of her successes.

They had always gotten along better when Ozai was away from the palace.

Zuko thought back to another conversation he hadn’t been meant to hear and he knew what to do.

The next morning, when Sha-Mo and the other men had gone scavenging, Zuko found Ghashiun and the other teenagers in the tribe.

“I know you are planning on raiding the Beifong caravan that’s coming through the Misty Palms Oasis today,” Zuko stated, as he made his way over to where they sat drawing up their plans in the sand.

Ghashiun sighed and looked over at him like Zuko was a buzzard wasp that had found its way into his tent.

Zuko pressed on, “I also know that they hired the Hami Tribe to transport them and their shipment through the desert and that the Hami have faster sand-surfers. So you have no way of keeping up with the caravan.”

“If you’re not going to say anything helpful, you can stay back at camp, Zuko.”

“I’ve been saving up my bending, and I can use my bending to make our sand-surfer go faster than theirs,” Was Zuko’s answer. And while he hadn’t tested it yet, this raiding party seemed like the best chance to do so.

Ghashiun was silent for a moment, before asking, “What does you saving your bending up have to do with making us go faster?”

“Fire benders get our power from the sun, and when we don’t use it fire builds up inside of us. If we let it out all at once, you get an explosion, but if I controlled that flow, I could use it to propel our surfer.”

“Well, shit, okay, let’s try it.”

They waited between the sanddunes that the shippment would be going through and waited.

Despite the fire bubbling beneath his skin, Zuko still relished the feeling of the sun beating down on the bare skin of his back, knowing that he would need every bit of fire Agni could give him for getting away once they had the goods.

It wasn’t long before the sand-surfers from the Hami tribe appeared, and as they reached the space between the dunes, Ghashiun signaled the rest of their group and the fun started.

Zuko darted in with his swords, and slashed the sails of the front three surfers, before one of the gaurds that the Beifongs had sent to protect the shipment stepped in his way.

The guard paused when he realized Zuko’s age, but that was the guard’s mistake.

He lunged forward, slicing at the man’s sword hand and slamming the butt of one of his swords into the side of the guy’s head. Then he moved onto the next guard.

As the sand began to clear, Zuko realized that Ghashiun had started having the cargo loaded up onto the sand-surfer they had brought with them, so he retreated to the surfer.

But right as his feet hit the surface of their surfer, a sharp pain went through his side.

Zuko looked down and saw the head of an arrow sitting out of him.

“Get the surfer going!” Ghashiun shouted to Lek, and a moment later their surfer began moving.

Then he looked over at Zuko and any joy he might have had at their success died on his face.

“It missed my vitals,” Zuko assured him, before he steadied himself by leaning against their ill-gotten goods, and pulled the arrow the rest of the way through. His soon-to-be brother looked like he was going to be sick when Zuko cauterized the wound.

Ghashiun then asked, “And what if that arrow was poisoned?”

“I’m a fire bender. I can burn off the poison.”

Thankfully his plan to use fire jets to make their surfer go faster worked perfectly, and the surfers that he hadn’t slashed the sails of faded away in the distance.

Once they had sold the goods off to the beetle headed merchants, Ghashiun turned to Zuko and admitted, “You know for a fire bender, you’re not half bad.”

“Thanks,” Zuko answered his brother with a smile.

A few years later Zuko and Ghashiun were hanging out in the oasis when the Avatar came to town, and Ghashiun looked at the sky bison with curiosity.

“No, we are not stealing that kid’s bison,” Was Zuko’s answer, before he went inside of the hut with Lek to get something to drink.

Well, Lek went in to get something to drink… Zuko went inside to get a better look at the cute water tribe guy, that was hanging out with the Avatar.

And based on the way the guy looked at Zuko, the curiosity was mutual.

When he overheard them talking to the professor, Zuko saw his way to finding out water tribe’s name.

“I actually know where the library is.”

“Really!?” Water Tribe asked, looking absolutely delighted.

Zuko nodded, and introduced himself, “I’m Zuko, and if you want I can show you how to get there, but you should know that Wan Shi Tong won’t let you in without knowledge to trade.”

Once Sokka had introduced himself and his friends to Zuko, they went outside.

Ghashiun took one way at the look Sokka was giving Zuko, and then snorted at Zuko, who just shrugged innocently.

Once they had reached the outskirts of town, Zuko uncovered his personal sand-surfer. Unlike normal ones, this one looked more like the surfboard that he had seen people use on Ember Island. Which was better suited for using fire jets to traverse the desert.

“Where is the sail?” Aang asked, glancing between it and the sand-surfer that Ghashiun and Lek had used to get to the oasis.

Zuko’s answer was simple, “Those are for sand benders. I’m a fire bender, so I use my-”

“YOU’RE A FIRE BENDER?!?!” Sokka screeched.

Zuko lifted his goggles, to show off his scar, and answered, “Scarred by the Fire Lord himself. Now do you want to see the library or not?”

Of course well they were in the library, Ghashiun went and stole Appa.

Who would have thought a stolen sky bison was what would get Zuko involved in the war after ignoring it for the past three years. And of course, his dad, Sha-Mo, would think the best way to make up for that would be to give the Avatar a fire bending teacher.

And it wasn’t like anyone they ran into would realize who he’d been before he’d found his home in the desert.

Right?