#which dance is this monkey supposed to be doing

[nikkilbook]

Oh, also also!

Anti and JJ. There are parallels in their canon appearances, since both were originally introduced in Halloween pumpkin-carving videos, and JJ’s video glitched a few times, particularly after he cut his hand/finger with a knife. I think he may have gotten the classic OG!Anti black eyes a few times, as well as threatening the audience with a knife? Tradition holds that he was yoinked by Anti immediately after that video, whether to be tortured, brainwashed, or to return to his ally’s side should he have been evil. Some people thought he was actually Anti in disguise, or was possessed by Anti. I can’t remember JJ’s original video super clear, so I can’t remember if he disappears at the end of the video or not. Seán’s done disappearing acts like that in other videos.

JJ’s muteness/nonverbalism. I’ve seen it both as a product of him being the embodiment of a silent film character, and having magical subtitle cards that pop into existence, and as him having had his throat cut by Anti, a la Say Goodbye. I’ve also seen it as a congenital condition, where his vocal chords are just borked for some reason, and as the result of some other throat injury/trauma, like throat cancer or something else requiring surgery. I don’t know that I personally have seen it as a symptom of a neurodevelopmental thing like autism, but I’m sure it’s out there. He does mouth the words “help me” along with his sign in JJJJ, for whatever that’s worth.

We have confirmation that JJ is/was at some point held against his will, possibly in his puppet show booth (see the JAMESON JACKSON’S JOLLY JAUNTS video, Halloween 2019, which is where he asks for help in ASL/BSL—probably BSL, but the sign is the same in both languages). The puppet theme seems to align with the puppeteer!Anti theory, but I don’t recall anything in that video that explicitly references Anti, except maybe a reference within the puppet show to a demon?

The JJJJ puppet booth had the card suite symbols on it, same as the ones drawn on Marvin’s mask. This led to some theories that Marvin was actually the one keeping JJ trapped, whether to keep him safe from Anti, or to keep others safe from him.

We don’t know how long he’s been in that booth, but a common theory is that, whoever is keeping him there, they stuck him in immediately after his appearance on Halloween 2017.

JJ’s time powers. I think he looks at a pocket watch/fob watch at some point in the OG video, but this theory seems to have been built primarily around the fact that both of his videos are in black and white, mimicking old silent films from the early 20th century, complete with caption cards, as well as the way that he and Jack’s “universes” seemed to collide and/or overlap one another, as the video began with Jack getting ready to do another pumpkin when he seems to sense something going weird. In the moment of the switch, you could see film strip frames, like a movie projector that wasn’t quite up to speed yet, and Jack and JJ both had their arms up and flailing, like they were falling and trying to grab onto something. So I’ve seen JJs with time powers, sometimes his watch being a focus item of some kind, and I think I’ve also seen him with like, movie powers, almost, like he can cut and splice time the way you could a film strip, or pause/rewind/fast forward.

Henrik’s field/discipline/specialty. In his OG appearance, where he was playing a game of tabletop Operation, his name comes up as Henrik Von Schneeplestein, MD, PhD, MVP, FFS. The general assumption is that he’s some kind of surgeon, given Operation and the implication that he saved Chase, but Operation is kind of full-body, and Chase would have required him to be some kind of neurosurgeon, given it was a shot to the temple. KJSE would have also required a full-body knowledge, since it involved system failures across the whole body. People also have him being Jack’s primary physician during his coma, which is ANOTHER specialty. On top of this, our most recent Henrik sighting had him working frantically in a dark room, with a desk covered in papers, with a computer screen showing what sort of looked like, to me, the time vortex from Doctor Who. I think there were also visible equations that had something to do with time. (IRIS also seems to have had something to do with research time travel). So generally, people seem to have Henrik as both a medically-capable doctor and doctor of the sciences, possibly of something like theoretical physics. With all the different specialties, he likely has multiple MDs and PhDs. He’s usually the smartest person in the room, and he knows it (see that “MVP, FFS” bit).

JJ being British instead of Irish! He seemed to use old-timey British slang in his videos, and Seán said he was supposed to be kind of like Charlie Chaplin, who was an English silent film actor (hence JJ’s mustache). I’ve only ever watched like half a Septicart video, so I have no idea if JJ is canonically British, or if that’s still just fanon.

Anti’s connection to/power over cameras. Evidence includes the glitches in videos and thumbnails, the Overnight Watch (ominous CCTV video feed array), the way he directly addresses the audience and calls them out for “just watching,” and the IRIS mega video (again with the ominous CCTV footage). I’ve seen several stories where Anti seems to horde technology, being able to travel through it or see through camera lenses or even using them as resting places when he is forced to be incorporeal after using too much power. And obviously, there’s everyone’s favorite mega-fic that has us as the audience watching and interacting with the characters through Anti’s cameras. Cough cough, wink wink @my-brothers-corrupted

Anti also hijacked the Tumblr posts that introduced the different parts of the 2019 Ego Art Weeks, changing words around or bolding things or adding zalgo effects and declaring it “Anti Art Month.”

Also because of the potential technokinesis/technomancy above, Anti is often pitted against Jackie with his deep web/hacker skills.

Anti being able to possess people? He seems to influence the behavior of Jack, JJ, and Henrik in Say Goodbye, both of JJ’s videos, and Kill Jacksepticeye. However, it’s not 100% clear in SG whether the body is Jack possessed by Anti, or an Anti who is a doppelgänger for Jack. There are the snippets of aberrant behavior for JJ, but in JJJJ that could be the effects of conditioning rather than possession, assuming he’s been locked up for the two years (our time) between the videos. There is a moment near the end of the video where we see JJ with literal strings around his wrists and possibly his neck, a la a marionette. With Henrik it’s a little more like possession, because (meta) the game allows you to either order tests and try and save the patient, or introduce pathogens and such to sabotage and kill the patient, and Henrik seems to blackout every so often to reveal that Jack has gotten worse. There’s also a moment where it jumps to Henrik pulling a cable away from his neck, confused as to how it got there, so Anti is controlling at least Henrik’s physical movements, but whether that be from within him, meat-suit style, or from without, puppeteer style, it’s unclear. IIRC, when Anti appears at the end to call us out for “just watching” and give the “I am eternal”/“I am a turtle” line, he hijacks the feed and appears as the Jack doppelgänger with the slitted throat, as opposed to speaking out of Henrik’s mouth.

Also. The turtle line. Combined with the possession aspect, Anti is sometimes depicted as being able to/being forced to bodily possess animals, or being capable of shapeshifting into an animal or other people (hence the doppelgänger theory). In the IRIS mega video, during the cycling CCTV shots that intersperse the Chase interviews, a hallway is shown a few times. As you get further into the video, you see a turtle just moseying down the hallway. This turtle may or may not be Anti.

The thing about the audience giving the characters power/life force vs forgetting them and causing them to fade. During the lead up to Say Goodbye, at least specifically within the month of October, Jack did a thing where, whenever he came across the word “Anti” in a game, he’d be like “Ooh, you know what that means—” and then move on with the game. When Say Goodbye came around, Anti said something about the audience calling his name. In KJSE, when it seemed like there was no hope, Henrik reached out to the camera and begged the audience to save Jack, and in JJJJ, JJ’s “help me” sign is directed to the audience. There’s also the 2019 Ego Art Weeks, where us asking about why the schedule didn’t include Anti and why the posts seemed to imply he wasn’t there, etc., seemed to summon him and cause him to hijack the end of the event.

i have seen people put together some background canon info about the egos and their appearances over the years, which is awesome and a huge feat, but I just wanted to compile some popular headcanons and fanon interpretations that might be relevant if someone new was trying to get into the fandom, or even that we may see references for in new canon. it's our CULTURE okay??

Chase having two kids: when Sean released CHASE he announced that Chase canonically has/had one child, but in Chase's original video he referred to Stacy taking the "kids," which lead to the popular interpretation that Chase had two young children. you might still see this around

Henrik's backstory: likewise, Sean used to make occasional references to Henrik having an ex-wife and possibly kids. some people consider this canon and others don't, because it was just in random gameplay vids, but you might see it referenced

Anti is a turtle: an OG ego meme. when Anti says "I am eternal" in Say Goodbye, it sounds like "I am a turtle." Sean saw this and reacted to it in a vid, and now there are occasional turtle references

Queer egos: obviously this is tumblr and queer headcanons abound. in my experience, the most popular interpretations include Jackie being trans and Marvin being mlm. you will see this frequently in the fandom

JJ's mutism: JJ first appears in a silent video with captions like an old-time movie, but Sean didn't confirm that he has mutism until later, and also incorporated British Sign Language in his most recent video. older portrayals of JJ - or less inclusive ones - might not feature his mutism. additionally you may encounter a variety of magical or practical aids to help him communicate. oh, and you might also hear JJ called Dapper Jack - we were the ones who named him Jameson Jackson!

Eye color: throughout the years the glitches that suggested Jack might be making ego content frequently featured changes in his eye color. Sean has had brown, green, pure black, and mismatched eyes on different occasions. it's unknown if these correspond to particular egos, but Anti has appeared with green, blue, and black most frequently

Henrik being tortured for nine months: after Henrik was attacked by Anti during a video, Jack posted a bloodied postcard depicting a beach in Germany. this lead to the popular conception that Henrik was taken by Anti and may have been tortured by him. the length of time between seeing him again was nine months

Jack in a coma: this is more canon than fanon, but we've been saying that Jack's been in a coma for years and years now, pretty much since Anti first got his hands on him. Jack later had a voiceover in a video where Chase told Jack he needs him to wake up.

shipping: some of the most popular ships include Marvin/Jackie and Chase/Henrik. you'll also see some Darkiplier/Anti. although the egos all look the same, there's no canon suggestion that any of them are related at this time.

friendships: Chase canonically refers to Jack as his friend, and the fact that Henrik tried to help save Jack has led to the popular conception that he and Chase at least know each other, and are possibly friends too. the others? no clue. oh except maybe probably Anti is holding JJ captive who knows

Phoenix Marvin: Jack once referred to Marvin as a phoenix from the ashes in a tumblr post and we all lost our minds about it. great motif. and of course he wears the cat mask, so you'll see a lot of Marvin with cats or being able to turn into a cat. his magical powers are not canon yet, so you'll see a huge variety, as well as magic or superpowers for other egos too

please feel free to add on to this!! I'm curious what would stand out to everyone else if they were trying to share the fanon with someone new

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Kim Dokja with a Sung Jinwoo!Reader and their supporting constellation is Six-Eared Macaque

BAKHT ⁺ ✦ KIM DOKJA

"An existence as lonely as yours... chance has not been kind to you, it seems." It was neither choice nor good fortune that flung you into the rift that divided worlds: suspended in a limbo not of your own making, in a world with no dungeons like yours but 'scenarios' instead. Only the Story reaching its [◼◼◼] and you protecting the protagonist would guarantee your return, but how were you supposed to do that when the 'protagonist' you were meant to protect kept dying? honestly it's been a while since I read both solo levelling and orv so the plot is a bit hazy. I told myself to focus more on the actual interaction so it wouldn't snowball into storybuilding like the rest of my works... but alas... honestly this ask was extremely interesting like I've never read journey to the west but a sung jinwoo/six eared macaque collab??? damn me when I focus on tense first encounters rather than the lovey dovey aspect of relationships.. jokes aside it does get somewhat soft at the very end fun fact bakht refers to fortune in arabic, or rather finding luck in 'chance'; which unfortunately our reader doesn't seem to have a lot of... art by @ 1L9l2Aa8UCL0IGJ (blackbox) on x! pairing: kim dokja + sung jinwoo gn reader warnings: canon typical danger, mentions of death, also they're not really on the best of terms initially?? quite graphic depictions of blood wc: 2.7k

ORV MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST ・゜・NAVIGATION

Tonight, the wind carried only premonition in its whispers. It started like all the stories did—the ones that reached your ears, at least. Beginning as a gentle breeze, the songs twining past and future turned coarse as a gale once they encountered the pixelated appendages that seemed to have a life of their own: six downy auricles that were unable to decide whether to stay in the virtual realm or materialise themselves. 

Most of the time, they hid in the umbrous kingdom—much like the rest of your shadows. When you donned the façade of the humans from Planetary System 8612, the tales you could eavesdrop on were mere gossip slinking in from the future and the bygone past—tidbits of paltry information that were perhaps divine retribution for not proudly donning the Six-Eared Macaque’s ‘crown’, as he seemed to put it. 

But tonight was different. Tonight, the mellifluous litany of your flute was sharper than usual as you idled the time away. Tonight, with only the vast night shielding you and the countless shadows skulking on the rooftop, their dance appeared wilder. There was frenzy in the air, and prophecy tainting the cold, canorous wind. 

It tasted acerbic. 

‘Danger… horizon…. Dokja….’

The frequency soured the melody that brushed past the fur of your six-ears, and they flicked, irritably. 

[The Fake Monkey King warns of something afoot.]

“I know,” you bitterly commented. Something was always afoot when it came to this world in which you did not belong. Falling past the veil separating a dungeon from nothingness wasn’t meant to happen. Your system subsequently trapping you in this limbo until you reached [◼◼◼◼◼], too, wasn’t meant to happen either. Let the Story run its course and protect its ‘protagonist’, and this dimension will naturally collapse just enough that you’ll fall through back into yours. 

Kim Dokja, you’d repeated like a mantra while you lost your mind—over and over while your system glitched and protested in this limbo. Over and over, while he died and died and died some more. You’d bought and earned and fought for various potions, weapons and clothes to help him with his scenarios—leaving them in his vicinity where you knew he’d stumble across them—but it was all so fucking futile. 

Each time, he returned past the veil; each time, you sank into a deeper mire of restriction. You hadn’t spoken to another soul in months: imprisoned in the very shadows you controlled. It wasn’t as bad, initially: you could still talk to people uninvolved in the ‘Story’, the poor souls dubbed as extras—so long as you didn’t cause any ripples with your actions. If Dokja was accounted for through both the soldiers in his shadow, and the whispers that reached the six ears that fanned out behind your head, it would be fine. 

‘Hazard… kilometre north of Dokja’s camp….’

A kilometre. You’d be quiet. You always were. 

Dokja. Dokja. Dokja. Your face soured as you exchanged places with Beru: ready to silently act as his guardian shadow, though if he was determined to sacrifice himself… Both of you would pay a price.

The silence in the city was razor-sharp and just as deadly, to the point you could hear the ionic buzz of your summoned demonic knives. Their ozonic scent bitterly filled your mouth, which only amplified the acerbic profanities mingling on your tongue as you glanced around for the danger. What danger? You’d be damned before you were sent back to that empty desert to reflect your wrongdoings. There was no chance to gain anything there—just endless time, chipping your sanity away and stirring up derision for the one who couldn’t solve anything without dying. 

Because in the end, both of you would pay the price, and he didn’t even know it. He became a constellation, while you were shackled to a prison that was never of your own making. 

Examining the wreck of this urban landscape that felt too much like the Seoul you knew, you came to the abrupt conclusion that there was nothing. Even when your six-ears flicked this way and that, it was too silent. Not a whisper, nor any trace of danger lingered in this space; such an occurrence was nigh-impossible in the scenario-laden dome of this city. 

[The Prisoner of the G◼◼◼en Headband expres◼◼◼◼ his mistrust.] 

Sun Wukong. A flash of hatred that was not your own wracked your body, complete with a burning envy and something far more insidious than anything you’d ever experienced, 

Crackling messages began interfering with your system screen. You’d only seen this once—when you accidentally intruded on the fringes of the ‘Star Stream’ as an ‘unauthorised one’. An anomaly if you ever saw one. 

“There’s nothing,” you muttered callously, scraping the tip of your blade against concrete ruins. If it had been a false alarm, then it was time to leave before you risked paying the penalty. Your job was simple—keep watch of the ‘protagonist’ from the shadows, and make his life somewhat easier. 

[A nameless constellation argues that advertisements are simply a part of life, and that it’s not a big deal to build suspense.]

That’s weird. The messages were getting clearer, but the warning signs that typically appeared in the system windows weren’t there. 

Your own supporting constellation was far too quiet as you sheathed your knife in the shadow dimension—the darkness cradled the weapon softly before it vanished, though the familiar whish could not soothe the unease that distorted your mind. Never had the six-ears failed to pinpoint hazards, as close to omniscient that they were.

“Got you,” something—someone—whispered from afar, the moment you stepped on the next broken slab of pavement and triggered a tripwire. A paltry toy, golden string that was incandescent in this darkened city, wrapped tightly around your body; right before you were shoved against a concrete wall. “You’re not the only one to see the ‘outcome’.”

Stand down, Igris, you commanded as the stranger continued to press into you; you could sense the turbulent shadows growing even more agitated at your position, though all of them could feel the ease with which you could’ve snapped out of the rope that was no more than a thread. The stream was eerily silent, while the glassy window only you could see kept its cold azure colour—nothing like the glaring scarlet that informed you of your penalty. 

Who is this? 

In the darkness, you made out the shape of a mouth pressed into a thin line. Dark hair partially swept over the stranger’s eyes, while a long white coat draped itself over his shoulders. But it wasn’t the garb, nor was it the features that alerted you of just who this was. 

It was the umbrous cloud of his soul, the very one you’d been tracking all these weeks. 

“Kim Dokja,” you greeted, half-placidly, half in intrigue. If he could bend the rules of life and death to suit him, you supposed that bending some more rules wouldn’t hurt. The interest was quickly replaced by irritation—for this was the very charge that had continuously shackled you to the in-betweens of the Seoul dome. Not quite a human from this planet, nor a monster—just an abominable anomaly that didn’t belong in this ‘Story’ at all. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

There was a polite smile on your face, but he only scoffed in disbelief. “What the hell are you playing at? Who are you? You think leaving all those materials for me to find will somehow increase your chances to survive? Why are you doing this?”

Incredulity laced each syllable. The Ugliest King stared hard at the face of the Shadow Monarch, though he didn’t know it. 

You sympathised, you really did. Having someone trail after you (though he hadn’t mentioned your shadows—did he even notice them?) and leave you useful items might have been convenient to some, but chronic overthinkers (as Beru had reported to you from his shade) wouldn’t see it as such. 

But it wasn’t like you had a choice not to, either. 

“I just want to get back home.” For the first time, there was a hint of the welling annoyance that seeped through the cracks in your courteous expression: in your grinding molars, in the slight squint of your eyes. Babysitting this guy should have never been part of your job.

Don’t affect the story.

You pressed your lips together to avoid the tide of complaints that swept in. Why do you keep dying? Do you know how much it sucks whenever you do? Why the fuck was I put on babysitting duty?

“Just take the things,” you gritted out instead; to which a sharp blade stung the side of your neck. Quick, but not quick enough to pose a true threat to you. “They were annoying to farm, you know that?”

“I never asked for them, nor do I need them to reach where I want to be. You were never in the original— I can’t exactly trust you now, can I?” he scowled—more ill-tempered than Beru had included in his periodic reports. In a mere second, you surged: as fluid and fast as quicksilver, slamming the guy you’d grown to abhor into the cold, harsh asphalt. There was no apology dripping from your lips this time, only a snarling, bloodied grit of teeth when the penalty began etching into your skin as a direct consequence of laying hands on the ‘untouchable’ protagonist. 

Sensing your distress, the six-ears materialised around your face—like they were countering the drip-drip of sanguine that slinked from your nose and onto the shirt of the man beneath you. You watched as you sullied the protagonist you were forced to stay away from—tainted in a way that was sure to finally end you. His dark eyes, too, traced the motion of each crimson rivulet: chest rising and falling desperately as he felt the very real, razor-sharp edge of his own knife lightly against his jugular. 

“Listen, I never asked for this either,” you hissed. “Believe it or not, I too want you to reach the conclusion of this shitshow so I can get back home. You need to stay alive for that. I’ll wait.”

The pressure in your head intensified. 

“I don’t know how you got past the restrictions on me—” Your grip on his shirt loosened as carmine began seeping into the system window. “—but I can’t stay here any longer without repercussions. Neither can I interfere with the story nor escape this hell—” Dark spots began floating in your vision, and the blade sliced into the concrete a hair's breadth away from his neck with a low-resonating chime. Maybe this was your only chance to make your job easier, without the loss of sanity that came with rule-breaking. “—but if you can’t trust me, trust that your accomplishment of your goal will allow me to get back to my own world as a result.”

“Wait–” Your body swayed as you stood, feeling the familiar frequency of the Stream boot up against the fine down of the six-ears. I don’t have time, you wanted to say, but iron was beginning to leave your lips too. 

[The Prisoner of the Golden Headband complains loudly that fraternising with the enemy is a horribly stupid move, pulling out his hair.]

[The Demon-like Judge of Fire is unsure of this development, and would like to be filled in on this stranger’s connection with the Prisoner of the Golden Headband..]

The Star Stream was… clear. Not filled with static like it had been before, but cogent enough that you could observe each message coherently. 

[The Star Stream has its eyes on you.]

A terrible foreboding surfaced, while your chest constricted with the sudden onslaught of red that assaulted your eyes—a cacophony of warning signs, all targeted at you. 

“What is that?” A hand that wasn’t yours reached for the crimson glow, and you jolted as the cerise shattered: reverting back to the familiar blue interface. The ache in your head, too, vanished—yet the buildup of fatigue was still present in your hazy mind. Though, the only thing you could register was the change in his voice as he observed the screen, an inkling of understanding as he watched the characters fade from existence:

Protect the ‘protagonist’ Kim Dokja. Let the Story run its course, and you will be able to return to your home world. 

{The Fourth Wall quietly observes the remnants of its meal.}

Gone, in a wave of his hand. That same hand, now held out to you as if it hadn’t just erased weeks’ worth of strain from your body: long, deft fingers reaching out to you. You could only stare as the world grew dim around you, as a faint voice brushed past the soft fur of your six-ears. 

‘Error… error… due to unprecedented actions ◼◼◼◼ taken by the protagonist, the system has now… updated to provide for a deuteragonist model… consi◼◼der standby… updating… updating… ◼◼◼◼◼◼   ◼◼◼◼ objective updated… reach the [◼◼◼◼] alongside deuteragonist Kim Dokja to catalyse homecoming.’

“What the hell… did you do?” you slurred. The misguided loathing towards him had dissipated into a tumultuous state of frenzy; you could feel the shadows within stir with the agitation of your mind, though you fought to keep your cards at bay. Rather than the hilt of your familiar sword, you thumbed the worn edge of your flute in a last bid to stay calm. 

“‘Reach the [◼◼◼◼] alongside deuteragonist Kim Dokja to catalyse homecoming’, huh?” The incredulity you felt at him repeating the words that only you ever heard was overshadowed by the bone-deep exhaustion you felt. 

“Was… being honest,” you mumbled for the last time, fully expecting to feel the frigid asphalt as you collapsed and your eyes came to a close. The lingering penalties had finally taken effect, yet you didn’t quite hit the hard concrete like you anticipated. Rather, you collided against a wiry frame that, despite its initial gauntness, was far warmer than anything you’d felt in these apocalyptic weeks. “I might’ve died if I continued interfering.”

“You won’t die.” The words ghosted over your ear as he stared down at the person in his arms who’d been tracking him for weeks. They’d been a constant pain and irritated him to no end, especially with all the gifts he received that he’d never read about in TWSA; and there was nothing he hadn’t read about in TWSA save for the epilogue. “I won’t let you.”

His very headache was now slumbering in his arms, with only the ambition of going home on their mind. 

What a lonely existence. 

Maybe you heard him. Maybe you didn’t. All he knew was that he was crafting an epilogue that would shake this very world to its roots, and perhaps there was a small, you-sized shape cut out just for the person snoozing their little heart out. He had a feeling he had only breached the outermost layer of you; peeling back only the very dermis to reveal someone far too overpowered to compete with most of the dome. 

Dokja’s thumb traced the bloody lines staining your face. You could faintly feel them; then, abruptly, the citrus smell that lingered on him grew sharper. Closer. A soft pressure applied itself to the crown of your head: fleeting, silvery. What was that?

It was everything that had been forcibly taken from you after you were brought past the void. 

With something that was suspiciously close to a smile, your mind drifted away in the arms of someone who both damned you and saved you. 

　⁺ ✦

“If Igris and Yoo Joonghyuk fought, who would win?” 

“Igris,” you answered without missing a beat. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in your face as you opened your mouth, and it was so strong that he almost believed that your Commander could beat the true ‘protagonist’ of this world. “And if he lost, I’d win for him.”

This! This was his chance to get back at that squid bastard! 

“...Want to test your hypothesis?”

[xenyasplacex]

Baby Trapped — Chapter 1

Chris Sturniolo x Fem!OC

Summary: Chris is in a toxic relationship and the only thing keeping him there is his daughter.

warning- Toxic relationship, Miserable Chris, Shouting, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Talk of miscarriage

A/N : This is so bad it’s concerning but oh well, i’ll fix it later. Enjoy xx

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE STOLEN, REPOSTED OR TRANSLATED

Prologue <—> Chapter 2

It all started on a quite joyful note. Nate was in town visiting the triplets and they had gone to a bar the night before he left back to Boston

“Alright,” Nate said over the loud music to Chris, looking around before spotting someone.

“I bet you $40 you can’t pick her up.” He said turning to Chris. 

Matt who was next to the pair laughed while shaking his head. “Her? i’m surprised she even got in here. I’ll bet you $60”

The girl was tall, not taller than Chris but still fairly tall, She had almost perfect skin with curls falling on her shoulders beautifully. She was definitely Chris’ type however it was rare that you saw Chris hit on a girl and even more rare that he hit on a girl and succeeded.

Chris turned to face his brother astonished, “What? You don’t think i can do it?” 

“Girl your age, not staring at you like you’re  a dancing monkey, that pretty. Good luck buddy.” Nick interjected before taking a sip of his drink.

“You know what,” Chris started, quickly downing his drink and stand up, “I think i will got talk to her.” 

That night a slightly Tipsy Chris went to talk to a very pretty girl, a girl that he didn’t know was actually as safe as poison. That night marked that everything changed. From that exchange of phone numbers led to a toxic relationship, an unplanned pregnancy and a whole load of problems that none of the triplets had even thought could happen.

To be completely honest it had all happened at an unusually fast pace. Within 2 months of talking they were together, the honeymoon period lasted for about a month before the relationship started to turn ugly. What used to be simple taps turned into being hit with hard object which turned into being left on the floor, bruised and bloody. After about 6 months Chris had tried to break up with her but he couldn’t. She threatened to stop eating, to cut herself, to kill herself, and even the possibility of her going through with these things because of chris was enough to make him stay. When he tried to leave again she made the same threats but Chris stood up for himself and that’s when she told him she was pregnant. That night was still foggy for Chris but after a few too many drinks, a couple of kisses, apologies and a plane ticket to vegas later, Chris woke up hung over and married, and 10 months later his daughter, Adriana was born.

Adriana was the one thing that kept him going all these years, the idea that he finally had a daughter to love and care for, a daughter that was all his, a daughter that loved him as he loved her. His daughter. He didn’t want to leave Aaliyah because he knew if he did she could be taken from him and that made him stay. It made him put up a fight. It made him strong.

It started when they came back from tour. Late. 

“Daddy!” Adriana cried out as Chris fell to the floor, Aaliyah stood over him.

“You were supposed to be back at 3 o’clock Christopher, 3!” She screamed adding more punched to his face.

It was currently 6. In all honestly, Chris had just come back from tour and their flight home had simply been delayed. However, in Aaliyah’s eyes Chris staying out late just meant that he was cheating and she couldn’t stand for him cheating. 

“Daddy!” Adriana cried again this time leaving her safe spot behind the door frame and coming to try and stop her mother. That had never happened before. Usually when Aaliyah went crazy on Chris she was like hide under her bed in her room and wait for Chris to come and and rock her to sleep saying everything was fine however this time things were different, Aaliyah was hitting harder and faster. Adriana has to protect her dad the way he protects her. It was only fair.

“Adrian get back!” Chris yelled as he watched his daughter toddle over to her mother. It was only when his wife’s elbow connected with his daughter’s nose that Chris fought back. He quickly grabbed Aaliyah by her arms and pushed her off him. Hard. Hard enough to knock her into a shelf that was near them and had some of the books fall on her.

In that moment Chris quickly got up, ignoring the immense pain he felt. He quickly picked his daughter up and ran downstairs to her room before locking them both in it. At that point Adriana was still crying saying her face hurt and Chris was trying to pack a bag of everything she needed. Her clothes, her night time dipears, her kindergarten uniform and her favourite stuffed animal, Jeff the 

giraffe. As he started shoving everything in a bag he heard Aaliyah starting to move so he quickly put his shoes on, put adrian’s shoes in his bag, picked her up and ran for the door before quickly putting her in her car seat and driving away from the house.

Chris was speeding, running red lights, cutting people off and breaking almost every rule of driving to get them away from the house but at that point he didn’t even care about himself, he needed to get Adriana out if there. After a while Chris finally parked his car at a Mcdonald’s around 20 minutes from his brother’s house. If she went straight there she would find him. He finally turned to his daughter who was still breathing heavily from how she had been crying. 

“Oh baby,” Chris said softly as he got out of the car and went over to the back of the car to pick her up and hug her tight. Adriana started crying into Chris’ shoulder again, gripping his hoodie tightly. Chris simply rocked her, humming soothing tunes and playing with her hair, the same things he used to do whenever Aaliyah would be destroying things around the house and so Adriana couldn’t sleep. Eventually, she stopped crying and was simply sniffling. 

“I’m sorry Adi I’m really sorry. I love you so much i’m sorry you saw that. How’s your nose huh?”

“Better”

“I’m sure it is you brave brave girl.” Chris said ticking her side finally making her giggle. “There we go, you’re laughing now.” He said happily before kissing her cheek. “Let’s get something to eat okay?”

“Chris?” Matt spoke through the phone gently, “Where are you?”

“I’m at Mcdonald’s, the one near your house,” Chris replied rubbing the exhaustion of his eyes. They had been at that mcdonald’s for no around 5 hours now and the realisation from what had haken had started to kick in. Now Adriana was asleep in her car seat and Chris was trying to stop his hands from shaking.

“Chris!” Nick yelled faintly before grabbing the phone from Matt. “Chris Aaliyah was just here, she’s left now but she was screaming that you left and she was going to go to the cops.” No. This couldn’t be happening. He only touched her to protect his child. If she went to the cops would they even believe him?

“Chris? Chris come here okay. Look Matts phone is about to die and i can’t find mine just come here and we’ll sort everything out okay? come here and we ca-“ Was the last thing Chris heard before thephone went dead.

Chris considered his options. He could go back and beg Aaliyah not to call the cops or he could go to his brothers house and keep him and his daughter safe.

“Adi’s asleep, she went out like a light.” Matt laughed quietly before joining his brothers on the couch.

“Chris, i know you don’t want to but you have to tell us what happened.” Nick explained as Chris rolled his eyes and got up from the couch.

“Nothing happed Nick, she’s just mourning that’s all.”

“Oh my gosh Chris I am so tired of you using that tired excuse every time she messes up. I understand losing a child can be hard.” Nick yelled before Chris cut him up.

“Shut up Nick, just shut up!”

“But if she’s doing something to you that’s so bad that you had to take your living child and run then you have to do something about it. Chris what if you need a lawyer?”

“Shut up, i said shut up!” Chris screamed, grabbing Nick by his collar.

“Wow wow Chris chill out, he’s just trying to help you.” Matt shouted trying to get in between the two. 

“Yeah well your help isn’t needed,” Chris said much quieter now letting go of Nicks collar, “my wife is mourning our child okay? And so am I.” Chris said sincerely before waking upstairs to find his daughter.

He didn’t mean to lash out at his brother, but it’s hard to do so when someone is in your head like that. Chris may not be sure if he truly did love Aaliyah but she was the mother of his only child and that was enough to make him protect her, even if it meant killing himself inside in the process.

He didn’t even remember falling asleep near his daughter, all he knew was the next morning he woke up to Aaliyah rubbing his back telling him to wake up so they could go home.

Caught. They were caught.

“Common babe, you go have breakfast with you brothers downstairs i’ll go get Adi ready okay?” She asked lovingly before pressing a soft kiss to his check and lips. 

Yes, the same woman who had been beating on him yesterday was know kissing him like nothing had happened. She was mean and manipulated by she was a pretty damn good actor.

Chris riddled downstairs where he heard Matt and Nick gossiping.

“He was about to sucker punch me in the mouth!”

“Nick, you said his wife should get over their dead son. I would’ve done the same.”

“I didn’t say it like that.”

“I’m sorry okay?” Chris said in the door frame causing his other triplet brothers to turn their heads and look at him. “I was in a bad room. I’m sorry for taking it out on you.”

“I’m sorry for what I said, but Chris, if she is doing something to you, you have to tell us. We can help you but we can only do that if you let us in. Please?” Nick begged.

Does he tell them what’s going on? Does he try to explain to them that they can’t let him leave with her. He has to. He has to save his child from her. From what she could do to her. Not only that but he had to save himself. He had to save himself from the pain this whole relationship had caused, he had to save himself from all the suffe-

“You ready to go babe.” Aaliyah whispered as she turned the corner, a sleeping child resting on her chest and her baby bag in another hand. 

“Yeah, yeah i am.” Chris stated quietly, watching as his brothers shoulders dropped and he looked down in defeat.

Chris quickly brought his brothers into a hug and whispered a quick ‘Thanks’ to them before the small family left the house. It was only when they got in the car the Aaliyah facade dropped and she turned to Chris with a serious face.

“Christopher, the next time you run of with my daughter after laying hand on me, i promise you i will go straight to the police, and take you to the cleaners. Are we clear?” She asked.

 Chris didn’t say anything, to shocked at her change in tone.

“I said are we clear?” She asked again, this time with our agitation in her voice. 

“Yes, we’re clear.” He replied quietly before staring the engine and pulling out the driveway.

That was his life, a woman who treated him horribly but who he still stayed with, because he had a child to protect, and if that meant protecting her mother as well then so be it.

Hehehe, Luv ya ~ Xenya

Chapter 2

[cottoncandyswisherz]

bae i luh you

peaches asked, so i delivered because who am i to say no to a god?

bf!chris x gf!reader

warnings: fluff, HATING ASS HOE, suggestive, swearing,

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the bass was BOOMING in the tara's living room. today was nicks second space camp drop and ms. yummy insisted on celebrating with a party because of course.

as y/n stepped into the house she was assaulted by the smell of alcohol and sweat.

someone needed a fucking speedstick because DAMN!

anyway, she was brought out of her thoughts by her boyfriends arm being snaked around her waist as she walked. 

"you alright chris?" she asked.

"yeah im good. im just not trynna get fucked up tonight, so you gotta stay close." he reassured her.

"i wasn't leaving your side anyway." she said, grabbing his hand and making her way to their crew. "SUP SLUTS?" she shouted and everybody cheered. 

and the night went on just like that. 

taking a shot for solidarity, partying with their friends, and losing themselves in the night. everyone danced and enjoyed each othe

r. chris and y/n particularly enjoyed each other. 

suddenly y/n's new favorite song came on. as soon as she heard that "i say HOOOOO BABBYYYYY" a switch flipped. 

the moment was no longer about enjoying the feeling of chris being semi-hard on her ass. it was about letting the whole house know that he was hers.

and wreck-it ralph himself couldn't break that. 

so she did what any self-respecting woman would do. she began screaming the lyrics to him while moving her body and making heart hands. 

bae i love you you my everything im yo main bitch fuck a wedding ring

chris just laughed and began singing along with her, pulling her body to his, so their noses were touching. 

in this moment, y/n realized how much she loved chris. what she'd do for him. she'd keep every secret. she'd lie for him. she'd kill for him. she'd die for him. she'd live for him. 

did it scare her? fuck yes. 

she was supposed to be a pimp, not a lover girl. and she only knew this man for a year. but if president sexyy can be tied down than so can she.

i only knew him for a week but i swear thats my boo i might let the nigga trap me bitch my summer through but dont give a fuck do anythang for you

the couple was in la la land (ryan gosling hit me up!) as they danced and laughed and loved up on each other. 

to the untrained eye, it was disgusting. but to their friends, it was the moment they'd all been waiting for.

matt smiled with pride at the side of chris being with who he really wanted to be with, rather than who he think people want him to be with.

nick was shocked at chris being so openly in a relationship after physically cringing at the mere thought of sharing a scooter with a girl, but happy for him nonetheless.

tara was damn near in tears, seeing y/n being her true soft self.

jake was wishing he had someone he could be gross and cute with.

tril (who introduced the pair) was just glad chris was finally getting non-toxic pussy and y/n was getting the dick she deserved.

but of course the moment had to be ruined. 

there's always a bitch ass bitch trying to  kill the vibe. 

or should i say, a bitch ass bum.

as soon as the couple saw who'd been standing there staring at them like monkeys in a zoo, they made eye contact and simultaneously busted out laughing.

"what do you want bruh?" chis asked, sighing in an attempt to control his giggling.

"you're fucking with her after we just broke up two weeks ago?" she nudged her head in y/n's direction, which only changed her mood from wildly entertained to mildy irritated. 

"i'm not just 'fucking with' her." chris responded bluntly. "she's my girlfriend. my girl. friend." chris made sure to enunciate his words because he knew this girl was a little slow. "something you would have had to been for us to 'break up'. which we never did. because we never dated." he pulled y/n into his side and made sure she was good before he looked back at his old talking stage.

y/n was more than good. her pussy flooded when chris called her his girlfriend. 

nigga we go together tell them hoes we go together

"but-"

 this bitch still fucking here?

"but nothing hoe." y/n butt in, deciding to handle this situation herself. she stepped to the girl and looked her good in the eyes, to make sure she felt every word. "he just told you he has a girlfriend so get the fuck on and find something safe to do."

the girl cowered and walked away without another peep. leaving chris and y/n to embrace each other with passion and love and lust and all the other good feelings.

it was official. everyone knew they were together. 

everyone knew that they were each others. 

what more could a retired pimp ask for?

niyah speaks luh part two to feed yall for the week

taglist: @mattslolita @muwapsturniolo @mattssluttygf @zniyadgaf

remember that if no one loves you, mommy loves you (and by mommy i mean me)

[magewritesstories]

[ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ] ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏᴍ ᴀꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

summary: just a simple one-shot of your life before Megumi went to Jujutsu Tech tw: implied fem!reader but no pronouns are used note: listen, gojo has a chokehold on me but domestic!gojo? ooohh boy words: 811 (it's pretty short) jujutsu kaisen masterlist

YOU BROWSE THE ISLE BOREDLY. Some old Ed Sheeran song playing over the low-quality speaker of the grocery store as your eyes scour the colourful array of cereal boxes in front of you.

It had been an annoying experience this morning, waking up to find not only all the Captain Crunch cereal but also the instant coffee gone.

Usually Gojo does all the grocery shopping (which leads to an unequal ratio of healthy- to junkfoods.) But he's out on a mission and you can't survive without coffee.

So, here you are, trying to find a good cereal.

You could just get Captain Crunch, but Megumi complained about it last time so that was a no-go.

"You should get that one," A feminine voice spoke up as you were reading the label of a bright pink box.

You turn around to face the unfamiliar voice. "Excuse me?"

An elder woman, maybe ten years older than you, holds up a dark green box with what seems to be the picture of a monkey and chocolate shells.

"This cereal—it's more nutritious but my kids love it because it tastes like chocolate."

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" You question, a little taken aback. The woman's smile falters a little and suddenly you think you've made a mistake. Had you met her at a parent-teacher conference, maybe?

But thankfully she quickly reassures you. "Oh, no sorry, I'm Saori Aino," She introduces, maneuvering past her cart to shake your hand, "I live in apartment 107. I suppose I got a little ahead of myself there."

"Ah, okay, it's alright," You reply quickly, smiling somewhat awkwardly as you shake her hand, "I'm Y/N L/N."

The woman nods as she hands you the box of cereal, letting out a soft giggle. "Oh, I know. My son goes to the same middle-school as your daughter—tells me how Tsumiki can never shut up about how amazing you are."

The comment makes you go a little red as you smile, "Really?"

"Oh yeah, honestly we're all dying to meet you—you should swing by a PTA meeting some time," Saori replies, "I know all the other parents would love to meet you. Bring your husband too!"

Before you can reply that technically Satoru isn't your husband yet, Saori continues excitedly. "Actually, the spring dance is coming up, and we need volunteer chaperones."

"Oh, uhm, I suppose I could check my schedule..." You reply, sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck.

"That's great!" She replies, clasping her hands together excitedly before checking her watch, "Ah, I should really get going and make dinner but think about what I said. And don't be shy to ask for a favour every now and then, we parents should stick together, right?"

Saori doesn't give you the time to reply as she quickly walks off with a small wave. Leaving you standing there with a box of cereal in your hand, wondering what had just happened.

You're lazing on the couch—halfheartedly listening to the protagonist of the movie monologue—when Satoru get home that night.

He leans over the back of the couch, watching along for a couple of minutes before jumping over it and plopping down next to you.

You quickly wing your legs over his lap as he takes of his blindfold, tiredly resting your head on his shoulder.

"How'd the mission go?"

"As always, it was a walk in the park."

You playfully roll you eyes at his bragging tone. "How was it here? Anything exciting happen?" Satoru asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he relaxes.

"Nothing special, just ran some errands, helped Tsumiki with math—at least I think I did, pretty sure we were both crying about the primitive at some point."

Then you suddenly remember your interaction at the store. "Oh, and I think I'm officially a part of the neighbourhood mom association."

Gojo peels his eyes away form the glowing screen, "What?"

"Yeah, I was grocery shopping today—because somebody finished all the coffee and didn't bother to restock—" He feigns an innocent face at that—"And one of the moms that lives in the building walked up to me."

He raises a brow at the statement. "She started talking 'bout how the PTA would love to have us join them, they need chaperones for Tsumiki's spring dance, and how we shouldn't be shy and ask for help if we need it, etc."

"Congratulations," He replies sarcastically, grinning at the proud smile on your face. You nod, "I think I deserve to be recognized as a parent after putting up with you and Megumi."

Satoru just rolls his eyes playfully.

"Oh and by the way, everyone thinks you're my husband."

He lets out a laugh at that statement, placing a sloppy kiss on you cheek, "Yeah, I should probably get on that, huh?"

"Probably."

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Sweets and Sours and Maggots

So, a bit more Summoned!König because he's a big sweetie. No pun intended here, because this fic is all about travelling, dancing. and chocolate. A very soft drabble with lots of bickering between Summoner and König.

TWs: None, really. Wait, mentions of maggot cheese (which is a real food)

Wordcount: 1.6K

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Sweets and Sours and Maggots

“So, I’m just curious,” you leaned in close as König looked at you skeptically, “what does the other realm look like?”

König relaxed as he raised one hand, “Well, it’s much like this realm in most regards, thankfully.”

“Is it?” you quirked your head to the side.

“Well, except for the fast that the colours are beyond your human comprehension,” König finished, “and surfaces are usually inverted. Oh, and I suppose the strange echoing and the ever present sense of dread and despair can be a bit much to bear sometimes. The feeling of how small you are in comparison to the rest of existence is constantly on your mind. It’s inescapable. It’s a rather psychological realm, if you will. Much less tangible than this reality.”

You blinked, “That’s not like this realm at all.”

“Oh and I suppose there is the strange phenomena where darkness is light, and light is dark,” König continued, “and how the wind feels like a vacuum. It’s a bit strange, I suppose, when your only frame of reference is this existence.”

“And is the sky orange?” you drawled.

König stared at you, “How in the stars did you know?”

“Lucky guess,” you groused as you slumped into your chair, “so I’m guessing that the other realm is ‘beyond my mortal comprehension’, right?”

“You’d be correct in that assumption,” König quipped.

“So you’re never taking me there?” you sighed.

“I’m not particularly interested in collecting the shards of your bones across time, no. Why?” König leaned his chin onto his palm.

You shrugged, “I’m bored. I kinda wanna go somewhere but I don’t know where. You know that feeling?”

“Always,” König laughed, “I suppose you’re starting to understand what it feels like to be a creature controlled by the throes of chaos, yes?”

“My mom always called me a chaotic monkey,” you grumbled.

“Then maybe you have always had an affliction,” König offered, “but either way, you want to go somewhere? Somewhere other than here?”

“Anywhere,” you lay your head in your arms, folded messily over the table.

“Anywhere where you won’t drop dead of poison, implode and/or explode, freeze to death or be instantly incinerated, I’m assuming?” König checked.

You glared at him, “I don’t wanna die today.”

“I figured would ensure proper clarification,” König sniffed, “no matters, Summoner, I ask if you are interested in accompanying me on a journey?”

You perked up immediately, “Where to?”

“Well, I’m interested in retrieving a gift for my mother, and I figured a small little trip would do us well,” König took to his feet to stretch his long body out.

“Hold up,” you held up a hand, “you have a mom!?”

“Yes?” König turned to stare at you, “don’t you?”

“Yeah but like, I’m human,” you pointed out.

“Once I hatched I was raised by my mother,” König spoke slowly, almost as though he was worried he might break your mortal mind, “much like you were, no? She fed me from her breasts and raised me to be the being I am today.”

“So you’re saying there’s more things like you?” you asked bluntly.

König gasped and grasped at his chest, “Things like me! You do wound me, summoner! Gravely so!”

“Well I don’t know what you are! You’re just… I dunno,” you shrugged pathetically, “an avatar of chaos?”

“I’m a [REDACTED FOR READER’S SANITY], don’t you know?”

Once your head stopped hurting and the images had stopped flashing behind your eyes, you were able to shake yourself off and give König a proper glare.

“You did that on purpose,” you grumbled.

“I had a point to get across,” König replied.

“Okay but did you actually,” you grumped.

König closed his eyes and offered you a blithe shrug, “It was effective, so I believe so yes.”

“You’re literally the worst.”

“And yet still you hold a place for me in your heart,” König sang, “which I do appreciate, Summoner.”

“I hate you.”

“And yet your heart says otherwise,” König walked over to pull you to your feet, “now Summoner, tell me, are you not interested in going on an adventure together? Somewhere fun?”

“Your idea of fun is mentally scarring me on a Saturday afternoon at,” you checked your watch, “three-thirty in the afternoon. So, I’m gonna ask you again, is this really fun for both of us?”

“I do believe so,” König laughed as he twirled you in his arms, “I have an idea in mind. My mother has always been fascinated by human delicacies, and so I thought I might find some to bring back to her. What are your thoughts on accompanying me on this little quest, so to say?”

“What sorts of things would you be bringing her?” you asked as he turned you to face him.

“Well,” König took your hips in his claws and swayed you both from side to side, “I have heard some fascinating things from around this realm. I’ve heard of this fermented shark up in Greenland, but there’s also something called casu martzu from Sardinia, a little island off of Italy.”

“Um, what’s casu martzu?” you asked with a laugh.

“Maggot cheese, I believe it’s also known as,” König explained, laughing at how you scrunched your face.

“Do you think she’d like that?” you held back a gag.

“Well, do you have any better ideas for sweets?” König asked as he danced you around the room.

You looked at him carefully.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No?”

“Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“This is no joking matter, Summoner. Finding the finest sweets to bring back to my mother is of great interest to me.”

“König,” you sighed as you followed König’s steps, “you ate my chocolate, right?”

König leaned back, “I had thought you’d forgotten about that incident…”

“That was my period chocolate, König,” you bit back a snarky remark, “I’m not going to forget that so easily,” you held up a finger to his ‘lips’ (you suspected them to be a beak) and shushed him, “look, did you think the chocolate was what you’d call ‘sweet’?”

König nodded enthusiastically, “Very much so! It was delicious! It was absolutely superb! But of course, such a wondrous treat must be extremely rare, no?”

“I mean, yeah, I had that imported from Switzerland,” you admitted bitterly, “so it wasn’t like any regular old chocolate, but chocolate isn’t too hard to find.”

“Are you implying that I’m overthinking my gift?” König asked suspiciously as he dropped you into a dip, pulling you up just as easily.

“I’m implying that maybe you’re not choosing foods humans would usually consider ‘sweet’,” you explained gently.

König seemed a tad crestfallen, but was quick to recover, “Then why not go and get her some chocolate? Surely if it is as you say, it must be easy to get some of the best to bring back to my mother.”

“Well, I think we’d need to go pretty far to be able to get some,” you explained sadly, “the stuff on base is pretty shit.”

“Then let’s go to this… What did you call it… This Switzerland place!” König crowed, “it mustn't be too far from us.”

“König it’s an ocean away,” you drawled as you smoothly followed his steps around the room, taking a moment to twirl before facing him again, “and no we can’t just go get on a plane right now.”

“Why would we need a plane?” König snorted.

“How else would we get there,” you laughed before stilling, “König you’re not gonna teleport me there.”

“I think you’re being rather small minded right now,” König huffed.

“König I saw what happened to the cookies and the pizza,” you warned him slowly, “I don’t want to be killed by trying to travel through whatever magic thing you use to get around.”

“I think you’ll find I’ve improved my skills,” König sniffed.

“I don’t want to TEST-”

You were cut off by a loud VWOOSH as your world was encompassed by an inky darkness. You felt upside down, right side up and sideways all at once as a flurry of temperatures barraged against your skin. You clenched your eyes tight for fear of them being ripped from your skull. It grew hotter, hotter and hotter as you clenched your hands around König’s middle, holding as tightly as you could against the flurry of winds that threatened to tear you apart. You let out a scream, but it was completely drowned out by the raging winds and the vacuum of space around you.

Just as you ran out of breath, you stumbled to your feet. You carefully opened your eyes to find yourself in a small village square, dancing in König’s arms once again.

“König?” you asked carefully.

“Yes, Summoner?”

“Are we in Switzerland right now?”

König chuckled, “Well I’m glad your mind didn’t get scrambled by the journey.”

“You nearly did what to me!?”

“Hush, Summoner,” König held you in close, “just be happy you’re in one piece. Anyways, I never would have let such harm come to such a precious part of my life.”

“You’re lucky I like you,” you rolled your eyes, but relaxed into König’s arms.

“As you should,” König pecked you (quite literally) on the forehead.

“Ow!” you swatted his chest, “you need to stop doing that.”

“What, kissing you?”

“Pecking me!”

“Ah,” the bones under König’s hood cracked and pulled briefly before settling into a new place. He leaned down again to kiss your forehead, this time with chapped lips behind his mask.

“Thank you,” you smiled before reaching up to kiss his chin.

“Anyways,” König drew you both to a stop, “shall we get Mama some chocolates?”

“Mama?”

“My mother,” König chuckled, “did you forget why we came here?”

You tucked your face into his dark robes, “Of course not. I just didn’t expect you to call your mother ‘Mama’.”

“Mama means everything to me,” König stepped back to take your hands, “now, there should be a chocolate shop nearby. How about we go and get her something sweet?”

You stepped to stand by his side with a smile.

“Sure,” you agreed, “let’s go.”

AU Masterlist

[rainbowravez]

i think it's really disappointing how interesting and complex of a character yul could be instead of being a one-dimensional bigoted racist archetype used as comedic relief.

it would've been so much better if he were a commentary on how the entertainment industry can shape people into genuine horrible people because of the toxic work culture and serve as a contrast to james, who left the industry (or atleast isn't as involved) and how it let him grow as a person, while yul has to stay because he has no choice for other sources of income and how his bitterness and resentment only continues to grow and harbor into the man he is now. imagine if a huge part of his resentment towards james was because of jealousy that he was able to escape the industry, instead of just mostly being because he poisoned him with mushrooms last season. what if that's why he was so angry that james tried to lecture him because james has no clue what it's like for him and that he has the nerve to question him when he feels james had the privilege of being able to escape. he's angry that someone who could relate to his struggles now is just like everyone else; an outsider of how bad the workforce he's in is and he's truly alone again with nobody to confide in because he hates the only other person who can relate, grett.

his relationship with grett is implied to be forced upon him and this could've been so interesting to explore. in the first few episodes it seems like he has genuine moments with her. what if a part of him actually loved her because he finally has someone who can relate, but because he was forced into this position he sees her as his captor who is the embodiment of how he will never have the ability to make his own choices. they got the right idea when he's talking to james on the bike, where he says "when i win the 3 million, i'll never have to listen to anyone", but it's ruined when it's just chalked up to him being like "i dont want a fat girlfriend cuz shes ugly and im not". it could've been a commentary on how k-pop stars are often objectified by their fanbase and their employers and how little control they have in their lives, especially being recruited at a young age (WHICH IS LITERALLY STATED IN THE SHOW!!! WHEN HE SAID A VIDEO OF HIM DANCING BLEW UP!!) and the mental toll it has. he's so cruel to her because of his frustration with his situation and a want for her to leave, both using her as a punching bag for his lack of control while simultaneously trying to make her leave him as a way to regain the little control he has over himself.

the biggest flaw of yul's characterization is how his bigotry is NEVER called out. yes, the point is that he's SUPPOSED to be unlikable, but nobody ever says he's being racist and why it's wrong (besides gabby when she defends grett), they say it's to make us hate him more but if THESE THINGS AREN'T CALLED OUT, especially to their young fanbase of young teens, it comes across as just out-of-pocket "dark" humor that relies of shock value to make the audience laugh, which insinuates that it's okay. he's literally just saying bigoted shit for the sake of it. you can write an unlikable character without making him drop obscenities every moment he's on screen. it's bad writing and an easy opt out that takes little effort to write and has become normalized in the show, esp. considering how the spanish va of yul improvised a racist line (calling james a monkey) and how they just let it slide because "oh well it's in character". if your voice actor is randomly saying racist stuff that's not even in the script and you allow it to slide, your team has a serious problem.

there's so many characters that are intertwined with the entertainment industry (riya, james, grett, yul) and so many of the ideas are THERE but they aren't dived into and these characters end up being one-note as a result, like yul and riya. the best we can do is infer but that can only go so far. maybe i'm asking too much for a total drama inspired series to have complex writing and nuance, but if you want to differentiate and distance yourself from total drama (esp. when it prides it's writing as being more complex than total drama) maybe actually put some effort into making complex characters and not using them as a puppet to make bigoted remarks.

[stinkysam]

Monkey D. Luffy - Dancer

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "Opla Luffy x male reader who’s a dancer and incorporates it into his fighting style, reader is a bit taller than luffy and also wears rlly flowwy/ loose clothes" - anon

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

Luffy found you cool as soon as he saw you fighting. Not that he didn't find you cool before. But that really escalated when he saw you in action.

He couldn't help but jump in place, his body moving as if to imitate you. He's absolutely mesmerized by your movements and how your clothes move.

Luffy absolutely loves what you're wearing and often steals them. He likes loose clothing too. Though he prefers when you're the one wearing it because you look much cooler.

It looks like waves as you dance. Like you're the wind playing with the seas, throwing the unwanted pirates or marines with a powerful blow.

He really can't stop looking at you. You're so majestic. You're moving so gracefully. Makes him wonder if he can move like that too. He might even try to imitate you as he fights, which looks quite different than you. 

While your dancing is more elegant and controlled, his is like he's constantly exploding, like he cannot contain himself. Even if it's ballet.

He likes dancing with you, without the fighting. Your dancing styles are not complimentary at all. One always radiates joy and happiness, pure chaos and deranged while the other expresses various emotions with ease and elegance.

Luffy truly believes he's good at dancing and will want to teach you how to dance like him. In a sense he can, it teaches you to let go of the rules you've learnt and followed, to dance more freely and heartfully.

He likes to sing too, so he'll definitely sing random stuff for you to dance on it. Even if it's dumb songs, which happens quite often.

It's not a secret he finds you and your technique really cool and he's really proud of you for finding yourself. He can't wait to see you evolve through the adventures you're gonna live.

He wonders what music you have in mind when you fight. He definitely wants to listen to it too. 

He's really confused if it's a peaceful and calm song. How do you get the funny silly vibes from it ? How do you get your cells to vibrate to such a calm song ? But… whatever floats your boat, he supposes !? Hah ! You're such a weirdo sometimes !

If you don't listen to music at all when fighting he's a bit perplexed and even more confused by you. How can you move like that without the sound of music ? You're doing a whole choreography out there and the only music in your ears is the sound of your enemies dropping on the ground ?

If you tell him that he'll stare at you before laughing. You're really really weird and funny ! That's why he likes you.

But if you do listen to an energetic song, he might hum it from time to time as he's reminiscing about your fights. He's not the kind of person to have songs in his head when he fights, he's fully focused on his opponents and how to win. The only time his chaotic thinking is somewhat tuned down.

He doesn't mind that you're taller than him. In fact, you're just tall enough for him to stand right under your chin, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

He likes that. He doesn't care that he has to look up to look you in the eyes, a lot of people are taller than him, that's just how it is.

You can't tease him about his size because he'll just… stretch his neck to make himself taller. It's quite scary to watch him pull his head upward, straining a bit as he does so before it finally stretches naturally, his neck the length of his arm.

[centuryberry]

Queen of the Mountain Universe

So, after watching Season 5 (which has devastated me, by the way - completely and utterly destroyed me), I was inspired to incorporate a certain character into the Queen of the Mountain Universe and tie together the AUs tied to the games. (Excluding the A/B/O AU, Fae AU, and the Imperial Harem AU.)

This technically isn't a fic spoiler since I won't be adding any of this into the main fic itself, mind you. I already have too much planned in Acts II and III to include the new revelations, but I'm writing my ideas here. (May consider writing some oneshots set post-QotM.)

Warning: Spoilers for LMK Season 5 below!

We all knew it was Xiangliu. This snake man has a grip on me that only happened once before when Season 1 Macaque sashayed into my life. Holy hell, he's the definition of chaotic neutral. Also, the hints of lore he dropped before casually moving on because he thought it wasn't important? Drove me insane. What do you mean you and Wukong used to be friends? What do you mean Macaque made a deal? What do you mean be "he's winning"?! Who's he?!

I have no idea what LMK has planned for him (or if he's even going to come back in the future seasons), but I know what plans I have for him now.

To be honest, Xiangliu (the Nine-Headed Demon who nearly scammed Ao Guang and his ilk in Chapter 16) wasn't supposed to be significant in the Queen of the Mountain universe. But with how Season 5 ended up, I made him into a more important player.

Just like the LMK world, I'd like to think that the QotM world also experiences a similar "cycle" in the form of "resets." It would make sense, right? As In the Sun's Embrace and Sunchaser are games that encourages reloads and resets to explore different routes, it's not too far-fetched to think that the world itself experiences something similar.

I've always had a fondness of Time Loops in stories, especially with at least one person remembering every loop. Xiangliu would be that person in this case. Somehow, he became aware of what was happening and yearned for an escape from this constant resetting of the world.

(He must've gone insane gaining and losing friends, lovers, and enemies, doomed to repeat the same song and dance again except his bonds would never be the same since he's always changing and always growing while everyone else regresses every time.)

Eventually, he removed himself from the living world all together and replaced one of the Ten Kings of the Underworld to find a way out. Still, he'd pop up here and then to maybe make some interventions or watch when something new played out.

While a lot of the diverging AUs are mostly due to the different choices made by individuals, I'd like to think that Xiangliu made some of them possible. Notably, Warlord Shanzha AU, Withered Grave Flowers AU, Detoxify AU, and Extra Pilgrim AU.

Well, you noticed how LBD seems to be absent in those AUs, right? How Yue magically comes out of things alive and unpossessed by her into the modern era? Well, the answer in Xiangliu. He doesn't do this in every cycle, but he sometimes has the heart to spare Yue from her canon fate. Making her fate better always seems to give happier endings to all of the celestial monkeys. Not perfect, but happier.

(And, because it would be so funny to me, I'd like to think he at least hooked up with every member of the celestial monkey poly occasionally in between cycles. So he has a history with all of them which I may expand on in another post if anyone's interested.)

So, there you have it. A way for all of these AUs to technically be canon. (Thank you, Season 5.)

As for what Xiangliu is doing during Queen of the Mountain, he's doing nothing. For the first time, he didn't have to do anything to make a drastic change to the usual script. For the first time, he's interested to see how things turn out. Because of a certain six-eared baby monkey yaoguai who ended up in the palanquin.

[mybelovednick]

Crimson and Clover, Honey (Chapter 2)

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Nick Sturniolo x Male!character

Summary: Nick Sturniolo is a Bookstore owner in a small town in Northern Italy. Vayu Arora is an elementary school teacher who is a frequent customer at Nick's Store. Both of them meet and they are suppose to fall in love like faith intended. But what happens when one of them is unable to let go of their past selves?

Nick x male!character Angst Fluff/comfort Hurt/comfort

TW: Too corny ig, smoking (don't do it kids. it is not cool)

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2

“I have no news. I live quietly, I love you and I wait.”

This quote has always been a mystery to me. I wouldn’t remember where I first read it, or from whom I had heard it. But it stuck with me, forever. Yearning makes a person susceptible to the madness of love. If you yearn for something or someone, the line between love and obsession becomes blurry.

It was a lovely Friday evening. The breeze was just right as the clouds swiftly danced across the violet sky. The sun was about to set but the moon was already up. Tara invited us to her family restaurant to celebrate her grandpa’s seventy-second birthday.

Nate rode my red Vespa, with me on the back while holding onto his waist for dear life; because to him, my vehicle was a race car and the world was a Drag race. We reached Tara’s restaurant an hour late, regardless of the death race.

“You bitches were supposed to be here half an hour prior to the party and you reached in hour late. Explain, now” Tara was fuming.

“Yell at Vayu, if he had dressed up a little quicker we would be here so much earlier.”

“What? You were the one throwing a tantrum like fucking baby after seeing me wear the same coral shirt that you are wearing now! Of course I had to change into a boring black one.” I tried to defend myself.

“Not my fault I look better in coral.”

“Nathan I swear to God-“

“Okay fine, Jesus!” Tara yelled at us again. (We deserved it), “Let’s go inside and hurry up, Grandpa is waiting for you guys.”

“Awe I missed you Jeremy.” Nate cooed from behind as we entered the room and everyone cheered.

The restaurant was not a very fancy one. But it did feel like home. I’ve always loved Tara and her grandparents, Jeremy and Lizzy. Frank Sinatra was playing in the background because Jeremy loved Sinatra, “Play his songs in my funeral” he’d say every time.

Tara, Nathan and I were the only ones who were not above the age of fifty-five. We all wished Jeremy ‘Happy Birthday’ and Lizzy kissed him, to which all of us cheered like monkeys in a zoo. I loved watching people smile. I loved watching people enjoy their time. Tara was in charge of the food and overall party. I was on tea duty, i.e. ensuring that every single person had their tea cups filled up to the brim. It wasn’t a difficult task considering there were barely over twenty people in the party. Yes, tea in Italy is a bizarre concept but apparently Lizzy can’t stand the smell of coffee and ever since she visited Darjeeling with her husband, she has been addicted to this beverage.

Nathan? Well he was busy impressing Lizzy’s friends. Those sixty-year old ladies loved him for some reason. “Oh you look ravishing today, Demi. And you too! Rebecca, that hair is flawless, Jim is a lucky guy.”  Who am I kidding? Everyone loved Nate.

I was simply observing them, holding the warm tea kettle close to my chest; almost zoning out in the process.

Perhaps this is what love is after all; watching people you love fall in love with other people you love.

Being in love on the other hand, will always be strange, no matter how many times you’ve experienced it in your life. It is like falling in love with the moon. It looks beautiful from afar and even more tempting in theory. But no matter how many songs or poems you write about it, it will remain absurd in practicality to be in love with the moon. And you feel like the ocean, reflecting the image of your beloved moon in your turbulent waves just to get a glimpse of it. Even during the most intense storms in your life, you strive to keep your water as still as possible to catch your beloved in the reflection. It is the madness, and obsession that we humans love to bask in. This madness is love; and this love is strange.

“Yoohoo! Vayu! Tea boy, fill this up please.” Lizzy called for me raising her cup. I quickly nodded and rushed towards her. But as I was about to pour her up, she held me by my wrist and sat me down beside her. She was one strong woman for someone claiming to be suffering from arthritis.

“So, who’s the boy?” Lizzy asked in a sing-song tone.

“What? Tara told you?” I panicked.

“Oh dear, no. I just noticed that you seemed pretty distracted there and you have a glow to your face.” Lizzy said and I had to smile, how could I not? “See? You are so giggly and smiley like that. You should smile more often, you look even more handsome.” Lizzy winked.

“Well, I’d have to be a psychopath to be able to resist smiling when you say stuff like that.” I knew my face lit up like a Christmas tree at that point.

“Well, I mean it baby boy.” She held my hand carefully, “Now tell me about this man.”

I raised my eyebrow when she scooted herself closer to pay attention. She was determined to get me married to a nice man because…Honestly? I don’t know.

“Well he works at the bookstore. The one near the Marylyn street.”

“Oh I go there sometimes, I think. Is it the Libreria del Sentiero ?”

“Yes! That’s the one! Wait, do you know the guy who works there?”

“I think I have met that gentleman quite often. He comes here to get a cup of black coffee and abrownie. He is such a sweet man, and he sure does love my brownies.”

“No one could ever not like your brownies, Lizzy.” I smiled at her and she smiled back, “So, uhm… is he here often?”

I could feel her grin growing on her face. “Yes, Nick does come here on Wednesdays and Fridays.”

Nick.

Short for Nicolas, maybe. It does suit him. I remembered thinking that immediately.

Just then Lizzy’s eyes lit up. “Oh goodness, Look at that! He is standing right there, near his motorbike just along the parking. This is a sign! Vayu. Go now!” She was practically jumping in her seat while shoving my shoulders to push me out of the chair.

“But the party-“

“Fuck this party.”

Goddamn, this old lady was not playing.

She touched my cheek and kissed it quickly, “Look, V. You deserve to be happy, it is not a crime. Stop being so kind to the world and so harsh to yourself. Love doesn’t show up at your doorstep, you know? You need to chase it. Even if it doesn’t work out, you don’t get stuck in a world of what ifs. Nick is a good man. He is worth taking a chance.”

I hugged her and bid her goodbye. “Thank you.” I whispered mostly to myself. I made an excuse to get out of the party and pushed the door open.

He was standing a few meters away. I felt like I was in a romcom movie. Maybe it was because of the stars in the sky or the warm fairy lights right outside the restaurant window. Or it could be because I was willing to take a chance again.

Nick was wearing a bright red vest and a black leather jacket with black jeans. His shades were tucked on top of his messy blonde hair. And he had a pack of Marlboro in his hand. I walked towards him, still unsure of my footsteps.

God, he is beautiful.

“Need some help with the lighter?” I tried to be casual.

“Yeah, sure.”

He was so nonchalant that it was almost infuriating. He handed me his green lighter and I helped him light up his cigarette.

I watched him take a deep drag out of that cigarette. He closed his eyes and let out the smoke through his mouth and nose. He was leaning against his bike with his arms crossed. He watched the cigarette getting eaten up by the reddish-orange flame, firmly placed between his fingers.

Nick quickly bit into his own cigarette lightly with his lips and held the pack of Marlboro towards me while raising his eyebrows, gesturing if I needed one too.

“I am good, thank you.” I instantly replied.

He rolled his eyes.

Cocky bastard.

A few moments passed. It was really awkward too. I felt like pushing myself off a cliff. But I noticed a few things; he was just a few centimetres shorter than I was. However, nobody could deny that he was built. I actually felt like a twig beside him.

“Vayu, right?”

I thought I was going to combust with joy. “You remember me?”

“Of course I do. Who else would buy one of Shakespeare’s best classics with a fucking Porn magazine?”

If it were someone else, I would have knocked their teeth out (breaking my knuckles in the process.). But I saw a beautiful smile starting form in his face. He was really proud of what he said.

And I was glad I met him once again.

"You should smile more often." I blurted out. Nick looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. But soon his expressions relaxed a bit.

"Then make me." he said

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A/N: I promise there will be more nick in the upcoming chapters

p.S. I love Lizzy

Tag: @ohmtoff @freshloveforthefit @miloisdone1 @nicksfavhoe @heyitsmemia @neo404 @matty-bear2 @thenickgirl @loud-sturniolos @maria4mari @solarsturniolo @darl1ngdr1sta @tkhzs @soursturniolo @certifiednatelover

[jiecomic]

Chapter 11- A break?!

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It took Jie a few more days to reach a full control of Monkey King's energy. After that she decided that it's time for the peace of mind part. At first she planned to maintain it with long hours of meditation, same as she did before but it seemed effortless, which was slowly making Jie lose her patience, there was a time when out of frustration she throw an energy ball into the wall of Wukong's cave, which left a huge damage. Worried about the state of his house, Wukong decided to step in and made a strange offer to Jie.

"A break?" Jie asked surprised at what she just heard from her master

" Yep, no offence but you TOTALLY need to chill out a little" Explained Wukong

" How am I supposed to maintain something while not even trying to practice it?!"

" Don't worry, we'll get to it with a fresh start"

"...we?"

Only now Jie realised that her master was wearing different type of clothing as if he was... going out to the town?!

" You're coming with me?!" She almost shouted

" I don't see any other chill master around" Wukong answered casually and then noticed the uneasy expression on Jie's face " Don't worry, it won't be bad!"

Since Jie was Monkey King's servant she couldn't turn down his offer, the same day both of them were on their trip to town.

It was supposed to be a relaxing time, but Jie didn't feel at ease at all! And the main reason was the presence of her master who she still needed to stop being wary around.

Unlike her, Wukong was all happy and excited as he was dragging Jie around many places.

The first one was a game room, Wukong seemed to be an expert but Jie didn't really liked or enjoyed it.

The next one was a dance floor and that was literally the worst place Jie could be dragged to, the loud music and huge number of people made her uncomfortable.

"You're such a killer joy" teased her Monkey King

Jie would just avoid his gaze as an act of understanding but for the whole time she merely exchanged a word with Wukong.

Then they visited a cafeteria, finally a place when Jie could do what she liked- eating good food.

Both of them ordered a dessert, but as the waitress was asking about the coffee and Monkey King was about to decline he notice a change on Jie's face, for a moment she actually payed attention to what he was doing.

" You want a coffee don't you?" Wukong asked teasing her

Once again Jie focused on something different trying to avoid the conservation.

" Let me guess... an expresso without sugar?"

"..."

"... Cappuccino... without sugar"

A success!

It didn't take long till Jie got her coffee, they had to wait longer for the dessert.

As soon as Jie took one single sip of her drink her master couldn't recognise his own (and only) servant, all of that because of a relaxed and honest smile she made.

Her happiness disappeared as soon as Jie noticed Wukong's narrowed eyes, he looked a little annoyed.

"Is something wrong?" She asked out of pure curiosity

" If you had just told me that you like coffee I would have taken you here sooner" he explained

"Do you like coffee, master?"

"No..."

"Then that's good I didn't said anything"

"You..."

At that moment waitress came with their desserts. Jie really enjoyed the flavour and structure of her ice creams. Wukong also seemed to enjoy his.

"Next time we're going to visit this place first" he stated

Jie nodded slightly...'next time?'

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"Where are we going now?" Jie asked as soon as they left the cafeteria.

" Let's just wander around"

And so they did. Nor Jie or Wukong exchanged a word but both of them liked this walk.

" I really enjoy it..." Suddenly Wukong started saying something "seeing how people are happy in the city I protect since so long..."

Jie looked around, indeed there were a lot of humans, especially kids having fun and playing around them, sometimes there were also a few harmless demons.

" It's nice to see people enjoy something you built"She stated calmly

" Hey! You're saying it as if you were a ruler too!"

"Cause I was... but not as good as you.." she said quietly

For a while both of them were silent.

" I also did some things I'm not proud of...but if there is something I learned through all these years it's that we shouldn't keep worrying about the past, but remember the lesson it left us with and continue to live our way" Wukong said with a gentle smile on his face

"...that has some sense" Jie admitted

Without noticing they found themselves near the market, there was this one stall near them with a lot of accessories. Out of curiosity Jie glanced at the offered goods, there was one thing that caught her attention, a hairpin with the magnolia flower. Suddenly she remembered the magnolia tree that was growing near her palace, Jie always went there to quiet down after a tiring day, it was also a place when she and her loved ones would always spend the free time.

"Can I... have this one?" She asked her master pointing her hand at the hairpin.

This surprised Wukong a bit, but at the end he agreed and bought a hairpin for her.

"Consider it as a gift from me" He said while giving her the accessory

"Thank you, would you maybe like to go eat something?"

" Oh Yes! Any suggestions?"

"How about... Pigsy's Noodles? "

" Let's not waste any time then!"

Jie returned to her house, she was glad to finally lay in her bed and spend some time with her dog.

And at some point...

A chill ran down her spine

Jie felt as if she was covered in ice, her tail was trembling like crazy, which didn't mean anything good.

A memories started showing in her brain and as she was ready to panic... she noticed the hairpin in her hand. As soon as she looked at it all her troubles started getting smaller. She stood up and took the mirror blade in her hands...

One lesson left... I need to be prepared for what is about to happen.

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[zorosangell]

⛥ﾟ・。 protector: chapter two

synopsis: " you were supposed to stay a crewate, just another back to watch, " he tightened his hold, " i didn't even notice the change until i woke up one day and realized i'd take a bullet for you "

cw: violence, gore, fighting, mature themes, profanity, MAJOR/MINOR ANIME SPOILERS, follows the plot of the anime, slowww burn.

a/n: reposting from another account

"Strawhat!" you exclaimed, watching as he took all of the bullets.

Your eyes widened as he smiled, bouncing them back from his body with a laugh.

"That won't work on me! Told ya I was strong!" he laughed.

"What the—?! Who the hell are you?" Zoro exclaimed, shocked.

"My name's Monkey D. Luffy. And I'm gonna be King of the Pirates," Strawhat answered, giving you a thumbs up.

"You're gonna be King of the Pirates? Right. You must be completely outta your rubbery mind. You have any idea what that means?" Zoro cocked a brow.

"King of the Pirates means King of the Pirates. How could it mean anything other than that?" 

"When you first said it, I thought you were joking. That's a pretty big goal," you nodded in approval, giving the boy a playful punch in the arm.

He let out a small chuckle before holding out three swords to Zoro.

"Here's what I promised you. There's three. I couldn't tell which one was yours, so I just took all of them," Luffy smiled.

"All of them belong to me. I use Santoryu, the Three-Sword Style," the swordsman stated.

Everyone paused for a second.

"Take 'em already. Just know that if you fight with me now, you'll be a government-defying villain. So it's either that, or you're left out here and killed by the marines execution-style," Luffy widened his grin.

'He never stops smiling, does he?'

"He's got ya on the ropes now," you lightly snickered.

"What are you the son of the devil? It doesn't matter. Cause if I don't choose your side, I'll just end up dead on these sticks. So let's do it," Zoro smirked.

"Yeah! So you're finally gonna join my crew! This is the best thing ever!" Luffy cheered, doing a little dance with the swords.

"Would you stop celebrating already and get these ropes off me?!" 

Luffy began pulling on the ropes as you sighed, turning back to the men with their guns drawn and returned to your fighting stance.

"If the guns don't work, we chop!" Ax Hand shouted, raising his ax.

The men let out battle cries and drew their swords, running for you.

Determined, you narrowed your eyes.

They split into two groups, one going for you, one going for Zoro, and Luffy going for Morgan.

You sprouted your wings and flew straight up into the air before swooping down and bashing them all in one go.

"That was pathetic," you sighed as you landed.

Turning, you saw Luffy go for Ax Hand and manage to land a clean kick on the captain's face.

The man tried to cut Luffy's head off, but Luffy spun in the air to dodge, landing another kick on the guy's face.

"Straw Hat! Stop right there! Look what I got!" a familiar, annoying voice shouted from behind you.

'Blondie.'

Zoro turned to you and his eyes went wide, but Luffy kept punching.

"Are you stupid or something?! I said stop! If you would pay attention to me, I have a hostage here you might wanna look at!"

"(y/n)," Zoro narrowed his eyes, glaring at the blonde man.

"If you value your pretty little friend's life, you won't move a muscle! I'm serious! One move and I'll shoot her! I swear!"

You bashed him in the chest.

He gasped in pain and the other marines winced as he dropped to the floor.

You kicked the gun out of his hand and then placed your foot on his chest, pressing down on it as you leaned forward.

"You'll do what now, Blondie?" you spat, giving him a dangerous look.

"N-Nothing! Please! Don't hurt me!" he pleaded as he cried, snot pouring down his nose.

You grimaced.

"Jeez..." you scoffed, knocking him out with the hilt of your mace before lifting your foot and turning back around to Luffy to see that he stopped fighting.

That's when you noticed Ax Hand was winding up to slice the boy in half.

"Luffy, behind you!" you warned, eyes wide.

Just then, Zoro landed two clean swipes on Ax Hand's stomach.

"Thanks," Luffy smiled.

"Just doing my job, Captain," Zoro nodded, muffled from the sword in his mouth.

"Captain Morgan's been beaten!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Those guys are unreal!"

"If there's anyone else who wants to step forward to fight us, then do it now," Zoro stated, staring down all of the other marines as you walked over to the two, standing next to them.

They all erupted in cheers, throwing their hats and swords up in the air.

"That's weird. Looks like they're all happy that their captain was beaten," Luffy stated, quizzically.

Suddenly, Zoro dropped to the ground.

"Zoro!" you exclaimed, kneeling down next to him.

"What happened?!"

"I'm just... really hungry," He said weakly, peeking one eye open.

You sighed with relief before smacking him upside the head.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" he shouted, rubbing the spot you hit.

"YOU JERK! I THOUGHT YOU WERE HURT OR SOMETHING!" you shouted back, grabbing him by his arm and pulling him up, throwing it over your shoulder so you could help him walk.

"Whew! I am stuffed! Having not eaten in three weeks, I was ready to gnaw through my bootstraps," Zoro smiled, rubbing his stomach as he leaned back in his chair.

You had gone to this little inn in the village that the rice ball girl's mother happened to own for something to eat.

You laughed.

"I can't believe you two are finished. Lightweights," Luffy said as he stuffed his mouth with more food.

"How the hell can you have a bigger appetite than a guy who hasn't eaten in three weeks?" Zoro asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"It just tastes too good, I guess. Right, (y/n)?" Luffy asked.

"Don't look at me. I tapped out a long time ago. I'm just thankful to you for making this," you nodded, turning to the woman behind the counter.

"My pleasure. After all, you guys did save the town," she smiled back.

"You guys are the most amazing people I've ever met!" the little girl beamed as she lightly tugged on your arm.

"Yeah, I am, I know. I'll be more amazing when I'm King of the Pirates and I have the One Piece. Oh, and the best crew on the seas," Luffy smiled, his cheeks puffed like chipmunks from the food in his mouth.

"So... how many others have you gathered for your crew besides me?" Zoro asked.

Luffy gave him a confused look.

"You told me you were in the middle of gathering together the crew for your ship. And if you're gonna be King of the Pirates, I gotta assume you already have some waiting in the wings."

"Nope. Just you. But I was gonna ask (y/n) if she wants to join... (y/n)! Wanna join?!" Luffy asked you, still smiling.

You paused for a moment.

'There's a pretty good chance that Doflamingo's heading to the Grand Line as well. If I tag along with Luffy, then I'll definitely run into him.'

"Sure," you nodded, shrugging.

"So you, me, and (y/n) are what amounts to an entire pirate crew?" Zoro asked, surprised.

"What's wrong with that? We're a couple of strong guys...and girl!" Luffy shrugged.

"Alright. But please tell me you have a ship," the swordsman sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Sure do. It's right there," Luffy answered, using his fork to point at a small boat on the dock.

It was a boat someone would use to go fishing.

"You're kidding," Zoro deadpanned, leaning against the window to see it.

"Nope. But we'll have an enormous one before long! Just you wait and see!" Luffy smiled, leaning back in his chair as he stretched out his arms to show the size.

"And how's that?" Zoro heartily laughed.

"With a great big pirate flag on top. I can't wait!" Luffy dreamily answered, stuffing another forkful in his mouth.

"I can't believe I let myself get suckered into having him as a captain," Zoro grumbled.

"Cut him some slack. Every pirate has to start somewhere," you smirked, patting him on the back.

"We'll have a ton more crew members in no time!" Luffy assured.

"Luffy! Where are you and your crew planning to travel once you leave here?" the little girl asked.

"You mean it's not obvious? We're headed straight for the Grand Line," Luffy answered.

You spat out the water you were drinking.

"Slow down, Strawhat. There's no way in hell we're gonna make it to the Grand Line with a three-man crew in a fishing boat. We'd die before we'd get anywhere close. We gotta get a little better equipped before we even think about going anywhere near there," you stated, placing your cup down and wiping the water off your face with your arm.

"I heard stories about it from people passing through. The customers say that no one who has ever entered the Grand Line comes out of that place alive," the innkeeper lady said solemnly.

"Which is really too bad, 'cause that's where the One Piece is said to be, and that's exactly where we're going," Luffy smiled.

"I guess we have to live with it," Zoro shrugged.

"If we live," you groaned, taking a sip of the last bit of your water.

'I'm gonna die at sea with these two.'

Just then, a group of marines opened the door and one walked in, standing in front of your table.

"We heard that you guys are actually pirates. Is this rumor true?" he asked.

"Right, and I just added the first two members to my crew. So pretty much the whole thing just became official," Luffy answered, turning to the man.

"We appreciate everything you did to save our town from that horrible tyrant who terrorized us all for so long. However, now that we know that you're pirates, as Marines, we cannot sit idly by and watch you go about your business. Therefore, you and your crew will need to leave immediately. But out of respect for what you've done, we will not report you to headquarters," the man stated, adjusting his hat.

"Are you crazy?! How do you find the nerve to talk like that?!" one of the customers shouted.

"Before these pirates came along, you guys were as scared of Morgan as we were!" another one exclaimed.

"Without them, we'd still be under his reign. We owe them our lives!" a woman chimed.

"Well, I know when it's time to leave a party," you sighed, getting up from your seat.

"Time to go. Thanks for all of the food, lady," Luffy smiled.

The three of you grabbed your things and walked out of the place.

"It is a fitting way to leave this place, unable to turn back 'cause everyone here hates us now. Very pirate-like," Zoro smiled as you all approached Luffy's ship.

"Yeah. It sure is," Luffy laughed.

He unfurled the sails and you all got on the boat, pushing off.

"We hope to see you again someday!" A young voice called.

It was the little girl from the in, frantically waving goodbye.

"Stay outta trouble!" You waved back to them, smiling.

"Kinda hypocritical, doncha think?" Zoro smirked.

"Oh, shut up," you rolled your eyes, elbowing him in his side and earning a chuckle.

"At last, our pirate crew finally sets sail!" Luffy smiled, looking out into the distance while holding down his hat on his head.

"I got the feeling some interesting adventures are waiting for us," Zoro smirked.

Luffy laughed.

"I'll be King of the Pirates. I know it," Luffy firmly stated, looking out into the distance.

"You seem more than obsessed with this King of the Pirates stuff. Is there some kinda story behind it? Or any reason at all?" you asked as you rested your elbows on the edge of the boat.

"No. No reason. It's just—" "Just what?" Zoro interrupted.

"Will you let him finish?" you shushed.

"I promised someone a while back. I swore that I would gather a crew, find the world's greatest treasure, and become King of the Pirates. And this straw hat knows the whole story," Luffy answered.

"I see," you smiled, lifting your gaze from your captain and looking out into the distance yourself.

"Now! Let's go! It's time for us to set our heading... for the Grand Line!"

[ruan566]

What the fuckity fucking fuck

By me

Both Dazai and Chuuya were late.

Which while not unusual for either of them given a certain someone's unwillingness to be on time and the other certain someone's unwillingness to not drag the other certain someone behind.

Kouyou was almost ready to drag both of those menaces to the Executive meeting if they didn't enter within the next five minutes.

Goodness knew what exactly were they planning.

And everyone was aware things that started with Soukoku either ended in tragic gay shit or chaotic gay shit.

It wasn't that Kouyou wasn't supportive of those two boys becoming closer and hopefully more.

She just hoped they'd have more discretion than this.

They could roll in the sheets all they liked but they had to stand tall in the Mafia.

And finally both of those troublemaking Executives entered.

Chuuya sporting an annoyed look (usual) and Osamu sporting an equally annoyed look (not so usual).

This was all according to norm.

What wasn't according to norm was how they were dressed.

Chuuya was wearing a.....dog costume......while Dazai was in a ......fish costume.

Mori actively stickered from behind his table looking at the Executives with a grin that was part nostalgic (???!!!??) and part amused.

Chuuya's cheeks burned as Kouyou's obviously shell shocked expression and the Boss' amused expression entered his sight.

He crossed his arms, pouting, "Blame this stupid dumb fish. He messed up the plan Let's dance monkey dance."

Kouyou choked on air.

Mori raised an eyebrow.

Hirotsu sighed deeply like some war veteran, too used to the antics of Soukoku due to being the unofficial therapist-drinking buddy-uncle-too-underpaid-for-this-shit of the Port Mafia.

And all of them arrived on the same conclusion simultaneously.

This was going to be chaotic gay shit.

And proving them all true Dazai pouted, retorting, "And who's fault is it that he messed up the Drowning Penguins and Swimming Bananas mission? Has Chibi's hat finally eaten his brain? Or......"

Dazai bent downwards, forcing Chuuya to make eye contact with him by forcing Chuuya's chin up, "Was there no brain in the first place, hmm?"

Obviously Chuuya was not to be deterred now, thus he launched on his crusade of announcing his grievances against Dazai.

Also known as the closeted gay speech by Kouyou, "Oye fucker! That wasn't my fault you didn't tell me that Let's go crazy and destroy the world was also part of the plan."

"Ahh, so Chuuya wasn't aware that the funky bear plan couldn't be continued without the apeshit part?"

"No, shitcakes was supposed to be after that!"

Hirotsu checked his watch, waiting for this to get over or (the more probable and sane choice) when Boss would finally throw them both out.

"Chibi has finally gone sensile. Shitcakes is after homiciding time, of course Chibiko isn't evolved enough to understand. Ahh, let's start with the more simpler commands, shall we? Sit, Chuuya."

Kouyou helder her katana tighter, praying to God to give her the patience to not stab both of these children and be done with it.

"Who the fuck are you calling a dog, you dimwitted fuckster enemy of all women bandaged bastard??"

Mori's eye twitched.

"Has Chuuya's IQ dropped so low that he can't even recognise himself?"

Kouyou whispered to herself, "You both have to shout then shout but why do you have to stand so close that it looks like you're going to kiss, hmm?"

Mori's other eye also twitched and he clapped his hands.

Kouyou and Hirotsu looked at him as if he was a Messiah.

"Now now, Chuuya-kun, Dazai-kun, how about both of you take a break and relax given how overworked both of you have been these past few weeks, hmm?"

Both Dazai and Chuuya looked at the boss then at each other then bowed and ran out of the room.

All the three present inside the room released a collective sigh of relief.

Dazai and Chuuya had run fast.

Simply because then just couldn't control their laughter anymore.

Dazai wheezed, "Hahaha, did you....did you...did you see how Mori reacted?"

Chuuya took some deep breaths to steady himself, "Well, seems your plan worked, Dazai."

Dazai smiled, "Our plan worked, slug."

Chuuya gulped staring at the familiar face so warm, so open and so happy.

He turned around so Dazai couldn't see his burning cheeks.

Tugging Dazai's sleeves he said in a breathless voice, "Let's go to the arcade to spend our free time."

Dazai looked at Chuuya's back, his smile streching farther, "Let's go, Chuuya!"

2.

You'll never take us alive

We swore that death will do us part

They'll call our crimes a work of art

"Huh??!!"

A random Mafia grunt #1 gasped.

Random Mafia grunt #2 looked at the other like an elderly sister looked at a baby sibling (fucking annoyed sibling that is).

"Ah to be this young and naive."

Random Mafia grunt #1 looked at her in shock, "You're not even three years older than me, senpai!"

Random mafia grunt #2 patted his shoulder, "I know. I wish I could've protected your innocence more, kouhai."

Random Mafia grunt #1 appeared touched, "Oh..wait a fucking second you dragged me inri this department!"

The other sighed and nodded, "Yes but as your senpai it's my job to protect you."

"Protect me, how?"

The other looked at him as he she had suffered through torture and seen untold horrors.

Random Mafia grunt #1 appeared scared looking at her with concern, "Is it some super powerful enemy?"

"No. Worse. It's Soukoku."

Random Mafia grunt #1 appeared perplexed as to why their Boss' would be some supposed untold horror and as to how they could be the reason behind this song.

The song continued to play in the background, as suddenly two teenagers, one redhead and the other with dark brown curls looked at each other.

"The redhead is Nakahara Chuuya. Most popular Executive, don't fuck with him, or fuck around him....his enemies end up becoming the Demon Prodigy's enemies. The brown head is said Demon Prodigy. His enemies end up becoming stains on the torture chambers' walls. Together they form the most queer coded duo, Soukoku. Honestly if they were actors I'd ask if we're being queer baited..."

Random Mafia grunt #2 explained, Random Mafia grunt #1 still appeared perplexed.

"I don't get the music."

"Are you blind as well as brain dead?"

The other asked in geniune concern no hint of mockery visible in her grey eyes.

"Huh?"

The other sighed and just tilted her head in the direction of the famous duo.

And Random Mafia grunt #1 just watched.

You'll never take us alive

We swore that death will do us part

They'll call our crimes a work of art

You'll never take us alive

We'll live like spoiled royalty, lovers and partners

Partners in crime

Both the teenagers were defeating the enemy while simultaneously dancing in syn with the beat and tune.

And fuck was that a big speaker floating in the air, covered in Nakahara's gravity that covered the whole ground on the field he stepped on in a crimson outline.

And Random Mafia grunt #1 fainted.

The other's around him just sighed and clicked their tongues, while Random Mafia grunt #2 took her kouhai in her arms to deposit him to the medical squad.

"Another victim?"

The doctor asked.

Random Mafia grunt #2 nodded.

Such is the life of Port Mafia.

3.

Dazai's funeral was today.

Most of the members weren't sure how to proceed.

Sure they were scared shitless of Dazai but still being happy on the death of a superior wasn't something their pockets could handle.

Hence, the awkward silence that remained throughout the ceremony.

Finally everyone was slowly emptying the halls.

Kouyou just seemed heartbroken for Osamu and Chuuya, looking at Chuuya time and time again.

Hirotsu gave Chuuya a hug.

Mori-san had given Chuuya-san a holiday of three weeks to recover from the loss of his partner.

And finally only Chuuya was left.

He kicked the coffin slowly.

"They left, you piece of shit. Stop pretending."

"How many weeks?"

"Three weeks, if he doesn't find out we can stretch the holiday to four weeks."

And then came out Dazai dressed in a white suit and one eye covered in bandages.

Both Dazai and Chuuya high fived.

"Where are we going?"

Chuuya questioned as he helped Dazai out of the coffin box.

"Arcade, movie nights and then sight seeing, India."

"Fuck yes!"

Chuuya answered.

And while both of them were known as he deadliest duo in the history of Yokohama, what the Mafia also knew them as was the slacker duo of the Mafia.

Honestly it was everyone else's fault for falling for this obvious a ploy.

4.

Atsushi was too tired for this shit.

"FIFTY LAPS!?!!"

Akutagawa looked at Atsushi as if Atsushi was a strangled rat that Akutagawa had been wanting to kill for far too long.

God fucking dammit why did Atsushi had to be so masochist as to have a crush on his potential killer ?!?

Well he could always tell Akutagawa how his presence filled Atsushi with warmth and then Akutagawa would leave him alone .......but then Atsushi was a masochistic teenager with a crush.

Meaning: too little braincells.

"Yes, jinko-san."

Chuuya replied, looking at Atsushi as if he'd grown another head.

Dazai snickered from behind his partner.

"But but.... I've never Chuuya-san I I ...well...."

Chuuya raised an eyebrow, "Do you want to do hundred, kiddo?"

Atsushi ran, like the fucking kitty that he was.

And why the fuck was his own brain so intent on his assassinating his non existent sense of self worth?!!

Actually forget all that. Why the fuckity fucking fuck had Atsushi agreed to this shit show of a training from Soukoku in the first place?!??!

And today was only the second day.

It wasn't even anything useful that they learnt.

What the fuck sort of advice was play cool music and go to arcades?!?

Sure Soukoku could dance and destroy the enemy together.

But they had the most powerful brain and most powerful brawn.

They were needed in moments of delicacy and strategy.

The so called "Shin Soukoku" was more of a power package to be deployed when only power was needed.

Akutagawa looked back at Jinko.

The only reason he had joined was

a) his sister called him a coward for not confronting his crush

b) his sister called him an idiot for not knowing the name of his own crush

c) Jinko

d) last and least Boss' orders

He looked back at Atsushi who looked tired beyond belief and with pure intentions Akutagawa opened his mouth to ask: are you alright, jinko?

What his tsundere-emo filter turned it into was: pathetic weakling jinko.

And from there the two rivals tried to out ran each other.

And in their attempts both of them tripped around their second lap.

"Ow" "Fuck you too Akutagawa!" "Too cowardly to do it yourself?" were the simultaneous reaction.

Dazai and Chuuya just stared at their proteges and raised an eyebrow respectively.

"You two alright?"

Atsushi nodded and complained, launching in a righteous speech, "But why are we leaning how you two did? This is our partnership. We can make our own rules."

Akutagawa nodded along side him.

Both Dazai and Chuuya smiled (wide and happy in Chuuya's case, and the Dazai typical smirks in Dazai' case.)

"Finally!"

Dazai clapped his hands, exclaiming with joy.

Atsushi looked at his mentor as if he had gone crazy....which ok was a wrong question.

He looked at his mentor as if he had gone crazier.

"We both just wanted you to realise that. There's no short cut to a partnership. You have to make your own ground rules and mistakes."

Chuuya explained.

Atsushi shot a miserable and betrayed glance in Dazai's direction.

Akutagawa just nodded along as if Chuuya made complete sense.

"So what about all the laps we did yesterday and all the other exercises?!? They weren't "trust exercises??""

Chuuya laughed, open unabashed and amused.

Dazai looked at Chuuya as if he was the most precious thing on earth.

Which fuck him.

If Atsushi stared at his crush he was a masochist and when Dazai did it how come Yosano-san called him dedicated and loyal like those shoujou mangas?

This was injustice.

This was cruelty.

Chuuya controlled his laughter with a lot of effort.

"Ahh, sorry kiddos. Let's go to dinner, my treat, as an apology, hmm?"

Akutagawa looked like someone else had called Jinko a rival.

He quickly dragged Jinko away from those two.

Becaus as the rules in Port Mafia went

A) don't fuck with Dazai (reason: Dazai and Chuuya)

B) don't fuck Chuuya (reason: Dazai)

C) don't go to lunch or meeting with Soukoku (reason: chaotic gay shit)

He shouted back, "I realised I'm in love with Jinko, Chuuya-san, Dazai-san!"

Even his tsundere-emo filter was against their antics.

Dazai just seemed happy for securing a dinner with Chuuya.

"It's a date then, chibi-chan!"

And he pulled Chuuya along while Chuuya was too flustered to move.

[asherlockstudy]

Oh my gosh, I agree with everything you said about the not-kiss at the end of the vows, especially the unwillingness when forced by the 'plot'. Because the way Rhett said '*if* we feel like it' sounded sarcastic, as if he was saying 'yeah right, *if* we feel like it, meanwhile there's all this peer pressure from all you guys looking at us and from the moment', and he flapped his palm in a kind of dejected way like 'if we must...', but then Link kissed Elvis very pointedly (and cute, I might add, he was being a sweetheart), so the moment got diffused. There's a lot of layers to this; Rhett absolutely doesn't want to perform for the shippers in a 'dance monkey' way (which is weird when you think about the whole premise of GME...), but I also think in a way he was blowing this out of proportion... like you said, they didn't have to kiss on the lips, and he did peck Link on the cheek just a few weeks ago, no harm no foul. So I wonder if his unwillingness also stemmed from something else, maybe from the loaded meaning of the moment, because to him it might feel more disingenuous to do it when there's meaning behind it. And what puzzles me most of all is why... because no matter what goes on behind curtains, no matter how he feels about being manipulated by the environment, it's still something quite innocuous, and brings me back to pondering if he's actually just really far into the closet (and actually not at all in the way we imagine him to be with Link especially) and I kind of hate that thought.... Because Link, the neuro-atypical, awkward, the supposed one-who-will-get-them-cancelled was so normal about it (Link generally strikes me as being way more affectionate, and tactile in general). The other thing that puzzled me was Rhett's surprised look when Link went in for the hug; he raised his brows and was all like 'ah yes, hug', as if he was momentarily preoccupied in his thoughts and that the fact that Link went for a hug shook him out of them. He did it almost perfunctorily, and then immediately performed for the camera by turning and looking at the crew, while in contrast Link closed his eyes and relished it for a heartbeat. Rhett's whole manner in the end was so bizarre, I think he made Link feel self-conscious about it, in a rare twist of roles. I keep re-watching it and I'm like, what the heck, they've been friends for 40 years, they've been schoolmates, roommates, co-creators, co-workers, they maybe a heck of a lot more behind closed doors, why do they have to act so bizarrely around each other xD

The way I see it is that Rhett pointed "IF we feel like it" to pass a message to Link that he wasn't eager to do this. Look at them closely at that moment, as they stall awkwardly, Rhett looks somewhere down and to Link's right, he doesn't meet his eyes and Link examines his face, takes the hint and promptly goes for a kiss to Elvis to diffuse the awkwardness. To me Rhett looks completely relieved when Link takes the initiative to offer *just* a hug.

Rhett has a pattern of not meeting Link's eyes when he doesn't want things to escalate due to Link's potential misjudgement. Here's an older example:

Gif by @mythicasualty

I said in the original post that Link was so considerate and quick-thinking there, and he was, however I found it interesting that he made a point to say in GMMORE that he went into that Elvis peck too hard and too aggressively. Was he genuinely surprised at his own impulse or was he consciously trying to convey his frustration for Rhett's persistent hesitation and backpedalling?

I think you are right, perhaps Link felt self-conscious which is why he reacted strongly and then analyzed openly his intensity, perhaps in order to immediately pass the message to Rhett.

They have confirmed Link is the "egyo" or cute one anyway in this relationship, but I want to believe that Rhett is really that repressed and not that he is pretending to Link. It looks worrisome sometimes but there are also so many times Rhett's extremely needy and struggles to hide it. I think he is repressed and selfish which makes it hard for him to be vulnerable and affectionate but I still think he is way more vulnerable and affectionate with Link than he is with other people in his life. The positive is that he has admitted these issues himself so I suppose he has the will to change it but it is very hard. I can't expect much when he still looks terrified those rare times his father is on screen...

I suppose we ought to see what he's been doing in the scripted videos and Wonderhole now as a total breakthrough for him (let alone it's him writing this stuff mostly) and it's his method to gradually work his way where Link already is mentally. We can't say he does not try... but he is not ready to be spontaneous just yet with the pressure of "always being watched". I believe this was the metaphor used in the UNhaunted house video btw. Rhett was frantically looking for a house that would 10000% not have any "ghost" so he could spend some time alone with Link in peace. But the place was haunted after all (AKA they weren't in privacy and were exposed?) and it got them killed basically confirming Rhett's concerns.

On the other hand I think it's also the other thing you said - they truly value their friendship and perhaps kissing for the shippers at the moment of celebrating 40 years of their partnership would be them making the segment even more frivolous than it was. So it's a lot of things that made him shut down.

[broke-art]

Hi I’m gonna make a request if that’s ok with you because I need comfort right now because I’m like still healing from a break up a long time ago but I’m still healing and seeing my ex boyfriend being all Lovey dove to one of my friends hurts me so much even if my friend is lesbian and has a girlfriend but my boyfriend still tries to have her I mean like my ex didn’t give me a lot of love and all and didn’t respect my privacy i still loved him and it hurts so much

Here’s the request macaque wukong x fem chubby neko ragdoll reader (can they be together pls??)

Like can you do what I told you of my situation plus I’m still in high school and my ex is in my school and classroom

I am so sorry you were put through that. I hope this fic gives some comfort.

Sun Wukong grinned as he held up the bouquet to show the other monkeys surrounding him.

"You think she'll like it?"

They chittered and chirped enthusiastically and his grin grew a bit more.

"Perfect! I'm gonna give them to her now!" He cheered starting on his way. Mentally he rehearsed the concept of asking her to be his significant other. She had been down lately about something she refused to speak about, he knew she'd broken up about 3 months prior.

Monkey king had never met the guy, but he seemed to have done his damage. She had ran to his hut and cried to him for hours. Wukong has to ease his breathing to keep from crushing the flowers. He had considered handling the situation for Y/n but it would likely have only compounded her pain. And he would rather die than hurt her more.

He sucked in a deep breath as he came to the beach of the island only to see Y/n looking at her phone.

One hand covered her mouth and Wukong's ear perked to hear her take a sharp intake of air before tears bubbled in her eyes.

Tilting his head, Wukong his the bouquet behind him as he walked forward.

She didn't seem to notice him her eyes glued to the phone screen. Her lovely ears had wilted downward and her tail lay motionless on the sand.

"Peaches?" He questioned from just behind her.

Y/n gave a start and shut the phone off quickly turning to face him.

"Monkey king." She gasped quickly brushing her palm over her chubby cheeks to banish the tears. "I-I- didn't hear you coming." She excused putting up a fake smile.

Monkey king rose an eyebrow at her allowing his eyes to flick to her ears which remained drooped sadly.

"Peaches-" He frowned. "Tell me what's the matter."

Y/n's smile dropped. Slowly she unlocked her phone and offered it to him.

"He's flirting with my best friend." She murmured.

The texts before him urged Monkey king to growl slightly. But he sucked in a breath to calm himself before turning his gaze on Y/n.

He took the bouquet out of his hand with his tail then got to a stand shutting off Y/n's phone.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Y/n asked her ears perked up.

Wukong offered his hand tucking the phone into his pocket.

"Taking your mind off it. Come with me."

Y/n rose a brow but he only offered her a smile.

"Trust me, Peaches."

Y/n grew a slow smile and took his hand giving a little yelp as he tugged her against his chest, then curled his tail around her waist offering her the bouquet.

Y/n gasped and accepted the flowers.

"Oh my gosh they're lovely!"

Sun smirked and summoned his cloud beneath them then pitched his weight forward shooting the couple forward.

Y/n flinched a bit then hugged closer to him as he flew her to the top of flower fruit mountain.

Gently, Wukong guided you down from the cloud and walked towards a small stereo. You blinked before glancing around and noticing a bunch of monkeys watching from hidden crevices and trees. They all looked at you in what you supposed was anticipation. Though you couldn't imagine why.

Suddenly a soft melody drifted from behind you and you glanced over your shoulder as Wukong got to a stand and offered his hand with a cocky smirk.

"May I have this dance?" He teased earning him a giggle as you accepted his hand.

"You dance?!"

Wukong shrugged as he tugged you into position one hand holding yours and the other on your waist.

"Eh, I know a few. And you said you enjoyed it so."

You smiled as Wukong led you in a slow dance and twirled you before tugging you breathtakingly close.

After a bit he grinned.

"Feeling better?"

You nodded but then noticed the monkeys watching again.

"What are they staring at though?"

"They're hoping you'll say yes." Monkey king informed you simply.

"Say yes to what?" You responded look at him again.

"To being my girlfriend." Wukong answered offering you your phone.

Tears swarmed your vision as you nodded.

It's a little cliche and silly but I hope it helps!

[minkkumaz]

MONSTER

late night conversations were never supposed to lead to confessions. yet as you lay next to haemin, he finally lets down the walls he's built for everyone but you. sometimes he has to embrace it.

DISTANT LANDS AND OTHER ADVENTURES series

PAIRING jung haemin x fem!reader WC 2.2k TAGS best friends to lovers trope. school au. fluff. study date (?). confessions. anxiety mention. reader has a dog. mention of reader playing roblox. minor cussing. OMI NOTE and alas, here is the final part of this series. although it was short (there genuinely just wasn't a good amount of adventure time songs), i am sincerely so proud of this series. ending it off kinda tame with haem. no rhyme intended.

the rest of the world was shut out from haemin, he’d always been like that. locked away in the confines of his chest was a beating heart that wasn’t accessible to anyone but you. he still remembered the way your hand grasped onto his with no hesitation, picking him up from a fall on the playground. 

everyone around him was playing happily, not wanting to sacrifice their treasured time on the swing sets or monkey bars. but you stopped for him, reaching out to pick him back up on his feet. he wiped dirt from his hand - me - down levi’s short and kid sized denim shorts. you furrowed your eyebrows, pointing at the scrape on his knee.

it didn’t even occur to him that he was bleeding, because he could only feel the dark butterfly awakening in his stomach for the very first time. wind lightly danced against the air, surrounding the two of you comfortably. there was a bandaid in the front pocket of your little backpack, and a bottle of water in the netting on the side. an innocent friendship flourished that day.

you never pried him for answers, never begging to understand why he was how he was; content with the idea that you’d be there for him regardless of what he wanted to share with you. it was a silent pact that went unspoken.

but some feelings never failed to back away, you made him feel small again. the pretty girl that helped him on the playground even when he didn’t say a thing or mouth a thank you. words fell from your lips in a tangent, telling him whatever was on your mind, and he listened. moving towards highschool, this always stayed consistent between the two of you.

there were a lot of girls that were charmed by his mysterious persona, which made them envy you. it was difficult pretending you didn’t notice their glares. by your junior year of college, you had developed you’re own list of frequently asked questions.

is it true that jung haemin was a bully? does he seriously only talk to you all the time? is he pretending to be monotone or does he actually not have a personality? 

questions like these made you rub at your temples, trying to ease the growing headache you had. this was beyond whether he was a good guy or not, because when he was alone with you he was perfect. laughing at every stupid joke you made, putting away the ice pack in your lunch when you were too lazy, doing your skincare for you when you weren’t mentally there and just needed to sleep.

haemin often came to your house when school was over, following behind you as you explained to him the course of your day. the sound of a keychain jingling against his backpack made you know he was still there. you had purchased it for him the previous year to liven up his plain backpack, with you of course having a matching one. 

when you got to your front door, you slipped off your school shoes and welcomed yourself inside. upon entering, your dog was clearly excited, pattering it’s feet against the cold floors upon seeing you and a common visitor. reaching down, you plant a soft pat on your pets head and run off to your bedroom upstairs.

dropping your backpack on the floor, you let yourself fall into the comfort of your warm sheets. haemin cringed slightly at you laying down in your every - day clothes. he tells you that it dirties your comforter, but you’re too tired to care.

“haem, i just want to lay down forever. can’t we delay studying just a little bit?” your voice is muffled into your blankets.

“you know we can’t, y/n. we don’t want to fail, otherwise your parents won’t let me come over anymore.” he sighs, sitting down next to your sprawled out figure.

“give me like.. five minutes to just relax.” you plead, turning over on your back and pouting out your bottom lip.

“five minutes turns into ten, ten turns into twenty, and suddenly you’re in class with no clue what you’re doing.” he tells you, “you don’t want to regret it later.”

“i despise you for being such a wonderfully productive influence on me, haem.” you sit up from your spot, rubbing your tired eyes.

“do you want me to put all your jewelry away so you don’t have to go through the long, agonizing pain of doing it yourself?” he compromises with you.

“what did i do to deserve you?” you smile softly, moving your hair out of the way as he moves closer to you.

the bed dips behind you, a warm presence of your best friend only mere inches away from you. fidgeting with each little clasp on the back of your neck, he finally wraps his arms around your neck and the jewelry over your head. he then takes two ends of the ribbon in your hair and pulls them apart to loosen up and be put to the side. 

he collects each delicate item in his hand and quickly takes it over to your vanity, before returning in front of you. the touch against your skin still lingered, even when he was away from you. 

“thank you haem. suddenly i’m rejuvenated and ready to study until both of my hands fall off.” you thank, slipping off your cardigan to hang on one of your bed posts.

“yeah, no problem.” he mumbles, “did you finish any of the homework that was assigned to us?”

“there was homework.. on top of the test that we’re already taking tomorrow?” you whine as he nods at you. 

“you should go to sleep at decent times from now on, you’re constantly dozing off in class.” he mentions, unzipping his backpack to pull out a binder.

“hey, wait– you watch me in class?!”

“i don’t watch you, i just happened to notice. plus i saw you active on roblox when i was going to bed last night.” he explains to you, watching your face contort into an embarrassed expression.

“maybe you’re right! i won’t confirm nor deny that any of that is real. but a little birdie told me that if i didn’t grind all night i would’ve never been able to surpass jaeyun’s high score..” you attempt at defending yourself.

“as long as you had fun. but seriously, you should rest early tonight, okay?” he advises, as you follow in grabbing your supplies.

“what did i do to deserve such a caring best friend?” you declared, sitting criss cross on your bed with all your materials finally out, “i already beat him anyways and he doesn’t know, so i live for another day!”

best friend, he was used to the idea of you always calling him that; mainly because it was true. though there was something inching him to hope for something a little more. he wanted to get used to that idea instead.

“mhm, are you ready? i remember you telling me you didn’t really understand this question.” he pointed at a problem with his pencil, looking back up to you.

“ah– you remember. yeah i don’t get it very much, can you teach me?”

the two of you studied for awhile, haemin assisting you in anything you couldn’t quite wrap your head around. when you weren’t exactly focused, you busied yourself in drawing little doodles on his paper against his wishes. though he made sure none of them got erased.

the night came awfully quick, the remaining few beams of sun barely escaping into your bedroom window before it became dark. music played through the airpods you both shared, your playlist finally coming to an end. all of this accumulating made it obvious that it was time to stop studying. 

you reached over to your bedside table to click on your lamp, illuminating the darkness of your room. flopping back on your bed, you lay on your stomach while staring up at haemin.

“let’s call it a night, i’m tired of looking at the same things over an over again.” you frown, poking at his knee. 

“you’re always tired though.” he insisted, putting his things away in his bag. 

“i would get defensive, but you’re completely right.” you agreed, laying your head down against your arms. 

“i can leave now if you want to sleep..” he says quietly as you close your eyes.

“no, stay for a bit. my parents don’t come home for awhile and i don’t mind the company.”

“okay, i’ll stay. but don’t worry about me if you feel like you’re about to pass out.”

“i won’t.” you yawn, stretching your arms out, “lay down with me, let’s talk or something. you never even told me how your day was, stupid.”

“i usually don’t tell you about my day though, i just listen to you.” he obliges, laying down next to you but still maintaining a distance. any closer and he might explode.

“then how about we start with that? did you do anything interesting?” you look over at him fondly, seeming as if you could see the gears turning in his head.

“um, i talked to kyungmin in class today before the bell rang. but i mainly just listened to music the rest of the day?” he said, “besides when i was hanging out with you.”

“aww, i get your full attention?” 

“well if you put it like that then i guess.” he blushes.

“you’re funny haem, get into any drama?” you lean yourself on your forearms.

“besides the usual people whispering about me? but you know i don’t mind that much..” he ponders back to his school day but comes up with nothing.

“i wish people knew you like i did. i don’t understand why everyone has to be such an asshole.” you scoot slightly closer to him, lying your head down on his stomach.

“it– it’s fine i told you it doesn’t really bother me.” his breath hitches when you make contact with the thin material of his shirt. your face was smushed against him as you listened to what he had to say.

“it still kind of sucks either way, i’m sure there’s a lot of things on your mind even if you say you don’t care.” you assume, making him curious.

“things on my mind?”

“oh! i know we don’t really talk about..” you pause, “mushy feelings, i guess? it doesn’t matter to me, but everyone has them y’know? it must be hard to hear everyone paint you out to be someone you’re not.”

“i’m sorry that i don’t tell you much, y/n.” he says seriously.

“huh? haem you know me better than that, i would never force you to tell me anything.” you assure him sincerely, but that only makes him frown.

“we’ve been friends forever, you should know these things about me.” he whispers. 

“don’t beat yourself about it, please?” you trace figures on the sides of his arms, giving him goosebumps

he doesn’t say anything for a second, thinking about what exactly he wants to tell you. trying to figure out if his intention was to let you know what happens in the deepest crevice of his mind. would you run away from him? would he forget your grasp?

“i was kind of, a messed up kid.” he started, “there was a point where it felt like i had to teach myself how to live. and i don’t think you know how much you actually helped me from anxiety as a kid, and now too. i’ve grown so much from you. even if you can’t tell, i can.”

“haemin, you didn’t have to tell me that.” you furrow your eyebrows, worried that the boy is forcing himself.

“i want to, y/n.” he affirms.

“then i’ll listen.” you nodded, letting your fingertips rest against his. he intertwines the both of your hands suddenly.

“i’ve always felt like a monster, and it became so clear that people saw me like that too. i might be the person that doesn’t talk to many people, or that my resting face is too intimidating, but it made me tough if anything.” he lets out a shaky exhale, “but i’m still scared that i’m not good enough.”

“they’re so incredibly stupid for not treating you like– a normal person. you’re perfect haemin, believe me.” you responded sadly.

“there’s so many other things i’m terrified of, y/n. you’re the pink in my cheeks, but i’m also scared cause that means i’m a little bit soft.”

“haem.. i make you soft?”

“how could you not?” he laughs in slight disbelief, “i used to think that, being in love with you would be a problem, but i’m starting to think it’s a good problem to have.”

“you don’t even know how nice it is to hear that. i’ve liked you too, haemin. at one point i started to get defensive whenever a classmate would ask me to talk to you for them.” you confess, burying your hands in your face.

“you’ve had a crush on me too?”

“like you said, how can i not?” 

“then what does that mean for us..?” he questions.

“i don’t know exactly. we stop being friends most likely.” his eyes go wide, making you giggle, “then we try something more instead. how does boyfriend and girlfriend sound?”

“i could get used to this, then.” a smile plays on his face.

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