#Behold This Pomegranate

[nateezfics]

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

GENRE — smut, greek mythology au, hades!hongjoong, persephone!reader, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, fingering, marking, corruption, sexual langue/dirty talk

WORD COUNT — 2.1k

SUMMARY — for underworldnet’s season of love event day three, something sweet.

You had tasted the most delectable of fruits, delighting yourself in an endless abundance in your mother Demeter’s gardens. All your life as a goddess you were spoiled with fruits that ran full with the sweetest juices.

You never imagined how those flavors would grow bitter in comparison to the taste of a handful of pomegranate seeds. You never expected the lips of the god of the dead to be sweeter than anything your tastebuds had ever touched.

You never knew yourself to be a glutton, but as his fingers pushed another pomegranate seed through your lips, you were suddenly insatiable. The seed overwhelmed your tongue with its tart sweetness, and you relished in it, humming in satisfaction.

Hongjoong smirked, sharp eyes locked onto the sight of his fingers pressing into your lips. His free hand traveled up your thigh, gathering the silk fabric of your dress and hiking it upwards. His palm felt the goosebumps on your skin, and he delighted himself in the way you whimpered as his hand sunk underneath your dress. “Have you always had a taste for sweet things, goddess?”

You gazed down at him through hazy eyes. He was a sight to behold, sitting underneath you, back reclined into his throne casually, power effortlessly exuding from him. You leaned into his touch, his fingers grazing against your bottom lip. “Yes,” you replied, your voice quiet yet loud with arousal. His eyes left your lips to meet yours, and your heart fluttered at the intensity of his gaze. “But I have a much greater taste and hunger for you.”

His eyes deepened and they were like endless pools of obsidian looking up at you. You saw the way desire swam in them; it was the same desire that steadily grew between your legs, and the same desire that filled the throne room with a thickness that rested heavy on your body. Hongjoong’s fingers pressed into the seem of your lips. “Then feast on me until you have your fill.”

But you could never have enough. The moment you stepped foot in the Underworld your fate was sealed; the pomegranate seeds weren’t the only thing that bound you here. It was him, the god of the dead and king of the Underworld. It was him, the god that your mother despised. It was him, the forbidden fruit you were never supposed to taste.

Your lips wrapped around his fingers, tongue lapping at them as they plunged into your mouth. You hummed at the taste of his skin. The rings adorning his fingers were cold against your lips.

“And what if I told you that I hunger for you, too?” Hongjoong’s hand that had been under your dress reached further until his fingers met with your bare sex. You were soaked, and he was eager to plunge two of his fingers into your heat. He watched intently as your face contorted in pleasure, your eyelids fluttering shut as you reveled in the pleasure he offered you. You were warm and tight around his digits, your walls greedily enclosing around him.

Mewls and whimpers spilled from your lips, the sounds slightly muffled by Hongjoong’s fingers. You rocked against his hand in eager desire to chase the building high while your hands rested against his chest. You were happy to take as much as he was willing to give, and with the way he continued to plunge his fingers deep into your sex, it seemed as if his generosity knew no limits. It should’ve been alarming, the way he was able to weaken you so quickly, able to melt you down to a smoldering mess. His deft fingers were quick to reach the most sensitive spot; so effortlessly it was as if he’d been exploring your body for all of eternity. There was an eternity with him to look forward to, an eternity you’d gladly spend just like this, suspended on his lap while he filled you full of the most intoxicating euphoria.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Hongjoong whispered. His voice was reverent, and he worshipped you with his touch. “So pretty stuffed with my fingers.” Long gone was the innocent goddess he had first met in the gardens. You had been so beautiful then, sun kissed skin and bright, wide eyes. Flowers adorned your head and cascaded down the lengths of your hair, and the faintest blush painted your cheeks. His heart was your prisoner the moment you gazed up at him through fluttering lashes, and he was certain then that he would have you for all eternity. Now you were straddled across his lap as you fucked yourself on his fingers, your body soft and pliable from the euphoria, and your skin flushed from arousal. Your hair was a mess of curls and strands hung loosely over your face. And your lips glistened with drool while your eyes rolled backwards at every curl of his digits. You had never looked more divine than you did in this moment.

Your high took you by storm, and he was there to be your solid ground, guiding you through it with soft kisses and praises against your neck. His fingers fell from your mouth so he could wrap his arm around your waist, holding you steady against him. You shook as you fell from your high, fingers curling into his shirt as an attempt for you to ground yourself.

Hongjoong rested his forehead against yours, eyes watching you closely. He smiled fondly as you breathed, air escaping your mouth in heavy pants. “You look the most beautiful when you come undone for me.” He removed his fingers from your sex and brought them near his lips. You watched through hazy eyes as his tongue lapped at his slick fingers, and despite just coming off your previous high, your core reignited with new arousal. The god groaned as he tasted you. “You’re delectable. So fucking sweet. Makes me want to feast on you from the source.”

You moaned when he pulled you against him until you felt the hardness of his erection against your bare sex.

“But as much as I would love to do just that, I can’t deny my own need anymore.” Hongjoong guided your hips back and forth over his erection, and you both moaned at the friction. “I desire to take you. To fill you so full you’ll feel me for all eternity. Would you like that? Want me to fuck you, hm?”

You should have denied him, should have ran as far away from the god of the dead as possible. Your mother warned you to steer clear of him; but here you were, upon him and his throne and so deep within his grasp with no way of escape. The pomegranate seeds weren’t what bound you here. Your desire was. And you were perfectly content to remain within the Underworld if it meant an eternity with him. Your eyes were resolute as they looked into his, and with one word you sealed your fate. “Yes.”

Hongjoong brought your lips to his in a searing kiss. His hands were all over you just as yours sank down to palm his erection. This earned you a low groan from the god below, and the sound shot arousal directly to your core, and suddenly all you cared about was hearing that again. You stroked him over his trousers until you could feel the dampness of precum against your palm. You felt powerful with the king of the Underworld and the dead underneath you, groans of pleasure slipping from his mouth at your touch. “You could unravel me in every way, bring my entire kingdom to its knees with just your touch alone.”

He spoke those words with such conviction you were left with no room for doubt. Pride and arousal flooded your veins; you’d never felt more like a goddess than you did in this moment. You worked to free his cock, and he aided you in slipping his pants down to his knees. You took a moment to admire the beauty that stood erect between his thighs. He was godly in every way, his cock thick and glistening at the tip with precum. You wrapped your fingers around him, and he hissed at the contact immediately. Your thumb swiped across his tip, smearing his arousal all over the head of his cock. You were content to worship his cock despite your raging need, but the calling of your name broke your attention.

Hongjoong watched you closely, eyes darker than they had been before. He replaced your hand with his own and guided his cock to your entrance. “Sit. Sit on your throne, goddess.”

You sank onto him slowly, taking him in inch by inch. You groaned at the stretch, pussy aching in the best way as you accommodated his size. You relished in the foreign yet incredible feeling of being full. Your eyes found his just as his cock sheathed completely in your tight heat, and you could have unraveled there and then.

Hongjoong’s hands gripped your hips as he urged himself to remain still. You were so tight and warm and wet, it took everything in him not to buck his hips into you. In all the centuries he’d endured, he’d never found someone as perfect as you. “It’s like you were made for me, made to take my cock so perfectly. You’re absolutely divine.”

It wasn’t long before you couldn’t endure the stillness anymore. You tentatively rocked your hips against him, and the pleasure was immediate. You mewled, continuing the motion before fully lifting your hips upward until just his head remained within. You came back down, taking him fully again, and the both of you cursed aloud. “O-oh!”

Hongjoong readjusted his hold on you. “Feels good? Do that again. Fuck yourself with my cock.”

You did as he said, bouncing on his cock over and over, steadily increasing your pace. Your thighs soon began to burn, and your knees ached from being bent for so long. Your pace became sloppy as you grew tired, but you were desperate to keep going.

Suddenly your vision was spinning. Your ass met the throne’s cushion as Hongjoong flipped you underneath him, his body now hovering over you. He withdrew himself out of you and slammed himself back in, the force so strong it shook your frame. He repeated this over and over until you were clawing at his back. “I could never tire of having you like this. You’re so fucking perfect, and you’re all mine. Mine to have just like this, splayed out on my throne with your legs spread wide for me as I fuck you. My goddess, my queen.”

Goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld. Those were your titles now, but before you were either of those you were his. And you didn’t care what the aftermath of this would be.

Hongjoong’s hands tugged at your dress until your sleeves fell from your shoulders, revealing your breasts to him. He leaned forward to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, eliciting a whimper from you. You arched into him just as he used his hand to show affection to your other breast, palm kneading the soft flesh. He uttered soft praises against your skin while leaving marks all across your chest. His hips kept their pace, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside you and making stars appear in the corner of your vision.

“Hongjoong.” You spoke his name with both adoration and urgency as you began to spiral closer to your climax. Your fingers gripped at his back as you grew overwhelmed with the pleasure.

Wordlessly Hongjoong reached for your clit, pressing smooth circles into it as he kept his rhythm within you. He watched you as your high took over you, committing every moan, every expression of your face to memory. He was enraptured by your beauty and by the sight of your body as it shook underneath him. Within moments he found his own end, releasing himself inside you and enjoying the way you whimpered as you felt yourself be filled with him. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

Your breaths mingled as you both both lied there within the afterglow. Your hands traveled up his back and to his hair and you pulled at the strands until his lips met yours in a slow, languid kiss. You delighted yourself in the taste of him, his sweetness urging you to go back for more and more until your head was spinning. “You said I could feast on you until I had my fill.”

Hongjoong hummed against your lips. “Yes.”

You smirked. “And I am still hungry.”

❦ “Mother you don’t understand; I made Hades run to me. He saw my bones beneath, and offered me half his kingdom. Do you really think I ate the fruit unwillingly?” ❦

AUTHOR’S NOTE — this wasn’t exactly meant specifically for this event, but the timing of me finishing it and the event itself aligned so well i just had to post it now. hope you enjoy hades!hongjoong as much as i do <3

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DEVOTION

— please enjoy harry & sawyer getting freaky in miami (inspired by this ask)💃

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MIAMI, 1993

People are packed into the arena like sardines. An August humidity suffuses the air, a cacophony of chatter overlaps, and an infectious energy pulses in the room as everyone waits for Sade to hit the stage in all their sensational glory.

In the general admission area, Harry stands behind Sawyer with his arms protectively draped over her shoulders. Her footing shifts occasionally as she fiddles with his rings. He can sense her anticipation—she's been looking forward to this concert for months. When he gifted her the tickets on her birthday, she wept and kissed him with a hunger he had never experienced from her before. As much as he spoils her, she goes the extra mile to show him her appreciation.

Once the lights go out, Harry can't wait to see her vivacious eyes and dazzling smile.

Sawyer looks ravishing tonight. Her black cropped tank top has a variety of enticing little cutouts—no bra underneath, he might add—and she's wearing low-waisted denim shorts which hug her ass most temptingly. There's a reason he opted to stand behind her—two, actually. One, he doesn't want any dudes getting a sneak peek of his girl. And two, he doesn't need anyone seeing his hardness through his leather pants.

She curled her hair with natural-looking spirals and teased it with spray. Her long, wavy mane has always been a hassle to manage in the summertime, so she cut it collarbone-length. Her front bangs are tightly clipped back, and she wears gold hoop earrings. She’s truly a stunner.

Prior to leaving, Harry watched her as she got ready for the concert. They live together in a swanky Orlando penthouse, where the simple things like her clothes hanging in the closet and makeup supplies cluttering the bathroom sink make him unbelievably happy. While he gently reminded Sawyer that they needed to leave soon for the three-and-a-half-hour drive to Miami, she applied her mascara and teased him by showing her cleavage while bent over the vanity. Despite his provocative urges, he managed to resist giving in.

When Sawyer turns to look at him now, the room reduces to just her. Lucious lips stained pomegranate-red with gloss. Skin glowing with moisture. Dark eyes filled with warmth. It’s breathtaking to behold the sheer beauty of her features. Time and time again, she hypnotizes him. He's beginning to think she can cast spells on his lovesick soul.

Sawyer taps his bicep before standing on her tiptoes to reach his ear. In an instinctive move, Harry touches her hip and leans down to better hear her.

Fanning herself, she says, "It's muggy in here. I'm going to buy a water bottle and braid my hair in the bathroom."

"I'll go with you."

"But you have to save our spot," she reminds him.

Though he nearly protests, he reluctantly nods and caresses the slick skin of her bare middle back. "Fine. You have your phone?"

"In my purse. I'll be fast."

Harry kisses the spot between her eyebrows before letting her go, keeping her locked in his gaze until she disappears past the lower seating sections. In crowds, regardless of size, he doesn’t like losing her. During baseball games, it’s less worrying since she always sits in the same section in her reserved seat, but in Miami, he's extra cautious because it's an unfamiliar city. Sawyer can stand up for herself since sass and stubbornness are intertwined in her Aries DNA, but Harry remains fiercely protective of her. She's a certified sweetheart, conspicuously beautiful, and also quite gullible to a fault—if anyone attempts to take advantage of that, they'll have to answer to him.

While she's gone, Harry observes the venue. There are people from all walks of life surrounding him. The staggered seating sections flanking the floor are filling quickly, and it's reminiscent of playing at Tinker Field, where he would watch fans fill the bleachers from the dugout.

In a few weeks, the minor league season will conclude, and Harry is looking forward to taking a much-needed break from pitching and traveling. He's thankful he didn’t have a game scheduled today, which gave him and Sawyer the chance to step out for a date. It aches to know she's missed him a little more after such a long season. Due to her full-time job, she can’t always travel across America with him or attend home games, but they’re able to make it work by cherishing their time together. Next month, they plan to celebrate their second anniversary in Seville, Spain. They'll sunbathe on the scenic beaches, relish a couples massage, and take romantic strolls through the city's idyllic parks.

And, if Harry doesn't chicken out, he'll ask her to marry him.

Fondly smiling at the thought, he watches two girls strut toward him, parting the crowd like the Red Sea. They're wearing variations of the same outfit—metallic miniskirts, frilly halter tops, and chunky heels. Based on their strikingly similar features, they must be twins. Twin One holds a Canon camera, while Twin Two laughs into her hands.

Harry waves politely before shoving his hands in his pockets. The moment a fan recognizes him, he knows it. There’s a strange shift in the atmosphere when he temporarily loses his shield of privacy. It's unavoidable when fifteen thousand people are gathered in a Miami venue. It comes with the territory of being a famous Florida sports figure.

"Are you Harry Styles?"

Here we go.

Feeling abnormal but pushing past it, he says, "In the flesh. How's it going, ladies?"

"Oh my gosh, we love you," Twin One gushes. "You're hella cute. You play for the Sun Rays, right?"

"Sort of. Our team name got changed recently. We're now the Orlando Cubs."

"Oh, cool," she says distractedly. "Anyway, we want a picture with you."

With a sharp inhale, Harry nods once. “Sure, no problem."

It doesn't bother him to take pictures or sign autographs. Most people are respectful and genuinely honored to meet him. Rarely, however, do people demand things from him, like right now. Then he feels prickles of discomfort. It makes him feel as though he's being exploited. It makes him feel fictitious.

As the girls swarm around him and touch him like he's a wax figure with no boundaries, Sawyer nudges her way through the crowd, water bottle in hand. As she processes the situation, her movements slow and her shoulders drop slightly. She has her hair in two messy braids, with the shorter layers springing loose. She looks effortless and... annoyed. Yeah, Harry is all too familiar with that look. He has been on the receiving end of those slanted eyebrows, those gritted teeth, and those assessing eyes. How will this play out?

When she sees Sawyer, Twin Two strokes his arm suggestively. Thankfully, they see her as a mere stranger rather than his girlfriend. His mind flashes back to past discussions about keeping their relationship as private as possible, and he decides not to sacrifice that for such a measly moment. No chance.

"Can you take a photo of us?" It was wise of her to ask, rather than demand. Otherwise, Harry's friendly mask would have definitely slipped.

Sawyer purses her lips as she meets Harry's gaze. "Do you mind?" he asks, his expression hinting at a secret message.

By taking Twin One's camera, she recognizes his unspoken signal and cleverly leaps into her role. God, he's thankful for her. He knows it's challenging to deal with these bizarre occurrences that pop their bubble, but she handles them all so gracefully. When they get home, he’ll shower her with affection.

Sawyer raises the camera to her eye and says, "I'll take a few."

Harry straightens his posture and awkwardly places his hands on both girls' upper arms. His muscles tense uncomfortably as their hands slither around his waist and linger near his stomach. Amid three flashes, he’s suffocated by the pungent smell of perfume and spearmint gum.

“There you go,” Sawyer says, giving the camera back and forcing a smile.

They browse the pictures before staring at Harry with a sickening amount of adoration. "It was awesome meeting you," Twin Two says, biting her lip. "We'll see you around at the next Sun Rays game."

"Cubs," Sawyer mumbles around a fake cough. Only Harry catches it, and he restrains himself from grinning proudly and kissing her senselessly.

"Nice to meet you both," he says, briefly touching his heart. "Enjoy the concert, yeah?"

They nod, blush, and giggle simultaneously before walking off, staring back at him a couple of times before fading into the sea of strangers. Harry releases a breath he didn't know he was holding and concentrates on Sawyer drinking from her water bottle. He's about to apologize for the unnatural situation, but the venue goes dark, and the audience erupts with deafening cheers.

The joy he expected to see in Sawyer's eyes isn't there. Silently, she crosses her arms and faces the stage with a blank expression. Harry curses at himself—he knows it isn't his fault and that it's just how Sawyer is. She takes things to heart and lets them stew until her skeptical thoughts overflow without a lid. The fact that she didn’t witness the entire interaction has made her understandably upset. Harry regrets not saying no to the fans.

First on the setlist is Sade's "The Sweetest Taboo"—sonically sensual, intoxicatingly groovy, and a fantastic way to open their show. Everybody dances to the exquisite beat and sings along to the lyrics. The energy in the room soars to an unimaginable level. It's contagious.

Harry grips Sawyer's hand so the crowd doesn't swallow her whole. She turns and smiles softly, finally bobbing her head to the music. Slowly, she loosens up, unfurling the passionate girl he knows lives within her. The one who loves to dance.

She looks resplendent as indigo lights glide across her face. Her body begins to move—the shape of her swaying hips and the pinch of her waist are irresistible. Harry settles behind her and follows her smooth movements, grinding against her backside. The warmth of his hands rests on her ribcage, and they dance, getting lost in the ecstasy of experiencing live music.

With each song, they forget about the world outside and fall more in love with each other.

——

Harry and Sawyer leave the arena on a high after being captivated by Sade's sultry voice and entrancing stage presence for over an hour. The parking lots are already congested with people trying to beat traffic, so they decide to wait until it calms down.

As soon as they get into the car, Harry starts the engine and turns on the air conditioning before reclining the driver's seat. With exhaustion swimming through his bones, he sighs contently. It was a magical concert, but he's not looking forward to driving back to Orlando. He'll need to stop by 7/11 for an energy drink and some snacks. Fortunately, tomorrow is Sunday, so they can both sleep in and laze around the whole day.

Sawyer unbraids her hair and removes the clips, then shakes her head cutely to let her wild curls loose. She looks tired as well. They danced the night away together, not caring who saw them. He told her to climb on his back a few times so she could get a better view of the stage. During the romantic slow-tempo songs, she hugged and kissed him sweetly, and he swears he almost got down on one knee right then and there.

"I love you, baby," Harry says, watching her take off her Doc Martens. "Tonight was divine."

A smile spreads across Sawyer's face. "I love you too. Hey, listen..." She reaches over to caress his cheek and thumb the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry about my buzzkill attitude at the beginning."

Shaking his head, he kisses her palm. “You don't have to apologize. I appreciate how you handled those girls."

He hopes to forget about what happened. Honestly, as soon as the concert started, he forgot all about them. There was only one thing on his mind: Sawyer and the mesmerizing way she moved.

"I just... I got jealous," Sawyer confesses sheepishly.

Harry frowns in astonishment. Jealousy is a rare emotion for Sawyer. They’ve been dating for almost two years, and he can count on one hand the number of times she has been outwardly jealous. Since he only has eyes for her, there's no rhyme or reason for her to feel this way.

What a new and fun development, Harry thinks to himself. He loves how their relationship continues to surprise him.

Harry, however, has been caught having jealous fits many times before. Like that instance when Sawyer was invited to lunch by her so-called "cubicle neighbor." Harry is her forever lunch date, not anyone else. Even when he can't be there in person, he'll call her office fax number and keep her company while she munches her cucumber salad. Harry's jealousy grew when he discovered some guy was trying to steal that from him, so he ordered an impressive bouquet to be delivered to her desk the following day. It didn't take long for everyone to get the hint. Then there was that time when they were watching The Bodyguard, and Sawyer kept squealing girlishly over Kevin Costner's character. Okay, so he literally took a bullet for the woman he loved. Big deal! Harry smothered his jealousy by obnoxiously pretending to be Sawyer's bodyguard while exiting the movie theater and then proceeding to sing "I Have Nothing" off-key the entire way home. She just laughed, which was his goal in the first place.

"Why'd you get jealous?" Harry asks.

Sawyer's brow quirks. "Well, when I'm subjected to taking pictures of two pretty girls who are all over my boyfriend, it doesn't necessarily feel good."

"I know," he says, frustrated with himself. "I should've refused them. They kind of trapped me."

She pouts sympathetically before climbing over the console and straddling his lap. "My sweet sunray. You're too nice."

Harry pulls her closer by hooking his fingers through her belt loops and tugging. "I'm sorry you were jealous."

"I shouldn't have been. You know why?"

"Tell me." Reaching around her, he turns up the volume of the radio to drown out the sounds of cars honking at each other. The cassette tape they listened to on the drive to Miami is still playing on loop. "Paradise" by Sade sets the mood.

"Because you're mine," Sawyer says with conviction.

Spreading his legs on the seat, he smirks. "Say that again, angel."

"You're mine. No one else's."

"Ditto," he replies, rubbing his palms along her suntanned thighs. "You've got my devotion."

His bodacious girl bites his bottom lip until it stings, then says, "Prove it."

"Good fuckin' lord," Harry murmurs against her mouth before diving in. He kisses her ravenously while fumbling to unbutton her shorts, eventually helping her shimmy out of them. Sawyer shoves her hand down his pants and grasps his bulge, stroking it purposefully. He gasps and slides his pants down halfway, revealing his tented boxers.

"Are you mine?" she asks, sitting right on his cock and sending shockwaves of sex drive down his spine. Her body heat is addictive.

"Yes," he says breathlessly, kissing along her flushed neck. "I'm your man."

"Then act like it. Show me who you belong to."

A shocked laugh escapes as he greedily grabs a handful of her ass. "Sawyer Alejandra, what has Miami done to you? Ay, Dios mío!"

She smiles seductively. "It's Sade's fault."

"Is that right?" Harry cranks the volume up even more before allusively sliding his hand under her top and cupping the swell of her breast. It fits perfectly, and when he teases her peaked nipple with his thumb, Sawyer's palm slaps against the window as she grinds against him. The glass is fogging with the A/C running, sweat drips down his back, and the song's driving bass line pulsates loudly through the speakers. It's filthy what they're doing, considering potential onlookers surround them. It's a good thing the car has tinted windows.

The thrill of their sexual escapade pulses through Harry's body. As he kisses Sawyer's heaving breasts through her top's cutouts, the pleasure becomes borderline intolerable. His lips search for any sliver of skin, and in response, she tugs his hair and whimpers softly. Her skimpy lace underwear is damp, and he switches his attention to her clit. He rubs it with his knuckle, causing Sawyer's hips to momentarily stutter before she leans into the movement and stamps sloppy kisses all over his face, her cherry-flavored lip gloss transferring to his cheeks, nose, and jaw. They're as sweet as sugar.

"Almost there," Sawyer whispers, running her hand across his broad chest. Her fingers grip the material of his bejeweled sleeveless top to keep herself balanced, and Harry would let her rip it apart if he hadn't spent several hours meticulously hot gluing rhinestones onto it.

After kissing down her stomach and blowing air onto her belly button ring, he teases two fingers past her wet entrance, and it's all she needs to unravel completely. As she orgasms, she leaves love bites on his neck and moans. Her body language is desperate, the arch of her back and the tightening of her thighs against his own helping her through her release.

"Nice and easy, baby," Harry murmurs, squeezing her waist. "Take your time."

From the gratifying pain she inflicts on the tender flesh of his neck, Harry comes in his boxers, his pelvis jerking as goosebumps rise over his skin in transient tidal waves. It feels equally divine and unholy what they just did. Tiredness kicks in as they both breathe heavily. Gradually, the condensation on the windows disappears. Sawyer's handprint is the last thing to vanish, and the sight will undeniably haunt his memory in the most marvelous way.

Harry opens the glovebox and finds the stash of napkins. After cleaning Sawyer and himself, he pulls his pants back up, shuts the radio off, and says, "I've made up my mind."

"About what?" Sawyer asks, sitting sideways on his lap so she can stretch her legs. In just her cropped top, underwear, and adorable ruffle socks, she's a masterpiece. And all his.

"I'm gonna marry you one day," he says. It's something he's known for a long time. He hopes that easing her into the topic will make him more confident about proposing next month.

Sawyer pinches his earlobe. "Don't say dreamy things like that."

"Oh, that’s bogus," he retorts. "You say heart-stopping things to me all the time without even realizing. Especially after sex."

"Not marriage-related things!"

"Does that mean you don't want to marry me?" he asks, fishing for a reaction.

When she goes quiet and stares contemplatively at him, Harry's stomach swoops. He knows her exceptionally well, which means he knows she tends to shy away from substantial conversations regarding their future when they're sprung upon her by his spontaneous nature. Perhaps it's too early to propose a lifelong commitment, but hasn't she imagined sharing a life with him before? The moment he kissed her for the first time, he fantasized about settling down, buying a house away from the city, tying the knot, and having curly-haired babies.

Eventually, Sawyer says, "I would marry you in this parking lot right now if you asked me to."

Harry feels an internal splash of relief and plays it cool by saying, "Please raise your standards."

"Are you saying you wouldn't want to marry me in a parking lot, lover boy?" She tosses her version of his question back to him with a frisky smile.

"I'd find you and marry you in every lifetime. How's that for an answer?"

She’s speechless for five full seconds before lurching forward to hug him, her heart hammering. "You're crazy. I love you so, so much."

"I adore you," Harry whispers. He reaches for the 'S' pendant hiding under his top's neckline and pulls it out. "I'm forever yours."

Sawyer kisses him repeatedly and says, "Forever."

During the journey home, she falls asleep with her head in his lap, holding his hand while he drives. His thumb absentmindedly strokes her ring finger, and he feels a surge of emotion and excitement knowing he will get to spend the years to come by her side.

Years filled with being deeply devoted to her.

——

#harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x oc #harry styles au #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles #adore-laur #harry and sawyer #southpaw series

[brittle-doughie]

(🐼 anon here! I am a Lilac cookie fan, don't mind me)

Pomegranate, Snake fruit , Scorpion and Lilac: *fighting over Y/N*

Y/N: "... I don't feel safe."

You entered your home after a long day at the TBD, putting your toolbox on the ground as you opened the door to your room and turned on the lights.

It was empty, but you narrowed your eyes in suspicion as you looked towards your bed. You quietly approached..

Before yanking off the covers to reveal…Snakefruit Cookie amongst your pillows?

Snakefruit Cookie: Exquisssite timing, these pillows were sssstarting to be not enough for me. Would you like to take their place? It’s sssso cold, Y/N Cookie~ Hehe~

You deadpan as you put the covers back over them, now turning your head to your closet. When cookies help themselves to coming into your house, they usually aren’t alone..

You head over to the closet…

Then opening it really quickly to see Pomegranate Cookie with one of your outfits!

Pomegranate Cookie: I was only making sure your closet was organized. My purposes for your clothing are definitely related.

You just close the closet door and walk to the center of your room. You didn’t trust that any nook and cranny in your room wasn’t empty. You turned your attention to your curtains and rushed over to them

Moving them aside revealed Lilac Cookie!

Lilac Cookie: Hmm…I was only here to make sure you were alright. Safe and sound. Do not get the wrong idea. Please.

Lilac being here meant he wasn’t alone.

You rushed to the center of your room, at this point, Snakefruit and Pomegranate popped out from their spots. You had checked all possible places that a cookie could hide in…unless…

You looked up at your ceiling…

Low and behold, you saw Scorpion Cookie clinging up there as she stared back at you!

Scorpion Cookie: Well, well. It looks like I’ve been found out~ And I’m not alone from the looks of things.

Pomegranate Cookie: Do not compare me to the likes of you three, my reasons for being here were absolute!

Lilac Cookie: You’re too dangerous to be left alone with Y/N Cookie. You’re not getting to them, all of you….

Snakefruit Cookie: Sssuch ssssilly reasonsss, you two. Y/N Cookie isss sssafe with me, you can leave them with me now.

Scorpion Cookie: How boring~ Whisking Y/N Cookie from here? Now that would be interesting~

Pomegranate Cookie: I won’t allow you to lay a single hand on their dough!

Lilac Cookie: Likewise.

Snakefruit Cookie: How annoying…

As the four bicker, you were just taken aback at how easily all four of them had entered your home. It made you wonder if your own house was really safe, having the strongest urge to buy some heavy duty locks in the future…

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cr ovenbreak #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #lilac cookie #pomegranate cookie x reader #snake fruit cookie #snakefruit cookie x reader #scorpion cookie #scorpion cookie x reader

[2am-jasper]

Love is like pomegranate. Eaten slowly and with delicate hands for some. Consumed with greed for many. A fragile and ferocious dance of peeling back layers. Bloody smiles and dyed fingers. The concentration it takes to peel back the skin of this fruit of life. The strength it takes to break the surface. Eating pomegranate is time consuming. An art. Love is like this. Crushing the seeds between voracious teeth, sipping up the sweet nectar. Waiting for the moment when it all comes together to behold the beauty within. Juices hemorrhaging into the tongue. Pomegranates are violent and not for the faint of heart. Love is not either, staining those who reach to touch it. 

#pomegranate #poetry #writeblr #poets on tumblr #Symbolic cannibalism

[iliosflower]

Persephone's Abduction

"Persephone went willingly! Just check the oldest myth." - one too many a person on tiktok this morning.

Alright, I will. I'll use the Homeric Hymn to Demeter (7th century BCE) for you.

"[..] but broad-pathed Earth gaped wide

On the Nysion plain where the lord, the Receiver of many, rushed forth

With his deathless horses, Kronos' son who has many a name.

He seized her against her will, and aboard his golden car

Carried her off, lamenting; she uttered a piercing scream"

(line 16-20)

"When the maiden shrieked in appeal to her father"

(line 27)

"While the goddess [Persephone] viewed earth and starry sky, and the strong-flowing sea

Teeming with fish, and the rays of the Sun, she still hoped to behold

Her dear mother again, and the tribes of gods eternal in race;

So long did hope soothe her mighty mind despite her grief."

(line 33-36)

"Sun, [Helios], as a god for a goddess [Demeter] show your regard for me,

If ever by word or deed your heart and spirit I pleased.

The daughter whom I bore, my sweet offshoot of glorious form,

I heard through the murmuring air giving vent to an anguished cry

As though overpowered by force, yet caught no glimpse with my eyes.

[...]

Who took her without my consent against her will by force

And vanished -"

(line 64-72)

"And the lord in his [Hades'] halls he [Hermes] discovered seated upon a couch,

And he had his revered spouse by him, though much against her will,

Since she longed for Demeter, her mother -"

(line 43-45)

"She [Persephone] quickly leaped up in delight, but secretly, glancing round,

He [Hades] gave her to eat a pomegranate's honey-sweet seed, so that there

By revered Demeter the dark-robed she would not for ever stay."

(line 73-75)

"I [Persephone] at once leaped up in delight, but Hades secretly put

A food as sweet as honey, a pomegranate's seed, in my hand

And using violence forced me to taste it against my will"

(line 412-412)

Photo credit here.

#can you tell i'm tired? #worship hades and persephone together - see them as a happy couple - that still does not deny what's in the myths. #you can't rewrite it and 'correct' people on the 'true story'. #it's about grief and forced marriage and being torn from your mother. it's about demeter and persephone. #persephone deity #persephone worship #demeter deity #demeter worship #hades deity #hades worship #demeter devotee #homeric hymns #kore #hellenic polytheist #eleusinian mysteries #<- as this hymn is the foundation myth of that cult and what i reconstruct

[bidonicart]

“Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair. Thy hair is as a flock of goats that lie along the side of Mount Gilead; thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate, thy neck is like the tower of David whereon there hang a thousand bucklers.” And I asked myself, frightened and rapt, who was she who rose before me like the dawn, beautiful as the moon, radiant as the sun, terribilis ut castorum acies ordinata.

The Name of the Rose, Third day, after compline: In which Ubertino tells Adso the story of Fra Dolcino, after which Adso recalls other stories or reads them on his own in the library, and then he has an encounter with a maiden, beautiful and terrible as an army arrayed for battle.

After I learned about the upcoming graphic novel I had to put down my foot and post how I envision the unnamed village girl... the night filter makes her hair look dark brown but it actually veers towards auburn (that’s how I interpreted the “her hair like purple” line)

where else to find me

#artists on tumblr #the name of the rose #il nome della rosa #unnamed village girl #look i am headcanoning really hard that she was able to escape the inquisitor's carriage and survived #we don't see her die ok???????

[virgilisspidey]

you know the asian dad thing of liek, buying tons of the things you mentioned that you liked/wanted to try ouy to him one time?

my dad always bought me powdered milk because when i was younger i love drinking milk.

he's still doing it.

now imagine rise splinter doing that to his own kids.

he's the type to be that way lol. i can imagine donnie mentioning once when he was younger that he wanted to try out pomegranate seeds cuz he read all about it but since they're still situating themselves in the sewers, splinter couldn't get it.

then lo and behold, he's sixteen years old and wakes up to see a basket full of pomegranates on the kitchen counter.

"what... what the hell is this?"

"you wanted pomegranates."

"... i said that ten years ago!"

"better late than never!"

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #imma give some love to rise rat dad this time #he's growing on me the way the goat man is #these two i love them so much

[revisitingfandoms]

Idea Prompt 11- What lengths would a father not go for his child?

Soulmates.

An acursed word. An acursed happening and the damnation of yourself.

Soulmates.

A persons everything. They are forever crossed between souls and doomed to forever long for the other. To forever want and wish and dream-

Soulmates.

You cannot live without your soulmate, regardless of reason. To deny your soulmate is to deny yourself. To deny yourself is to die a slow and painful death.

Soulmates.

That words ponders in his head. He knew from the moment he held him, from the moment his boy was put into his arms.

Soulmates, your other half in everything, aren't romantic. Many can precive it that way, but in pratice, soulmates can be anyone.

(Your worst enemy, you family, your rival, a stranger on street who you just met, someone you will never meet, they will always be the person who can see through you- see and know everything about you, regardless of if you try to hide it.)

(There isn't any outright physical tell of who your soulmate was, no markings or outright explantions. You just know from one moment of touch.)

("This one is mine.")

(And only after that would that tiny marking appear, after beholding that realization. A marking that always appeared on top of a cookies heart.)

He knew from the moment Dark Choco cookie was placed into his arms that his son was his soulmate.

(Only one of his comrades has ever met their soulmate and that was hollyberry. The dragon curled upon her spoke it all.)

(The other three had yet to meet theirs.)

(It becomes aparent that his attempts to keep his son at distant lengths to protect him- keep people from making the connection that they were soulmates only drew to push his son away.)

(It made his boy desperate and with that dear desperation. Dark Cacao lost his son- his boy.)

(And silently it crushed him.)

(Until the years circled around- until his son, his Dark Choco came back- different, twisted and steaming with hurt and he cursed himself over and over again.)

(He had damned his boy.)

(And more then once those thoughts crept in.)

(Why didn't he stop dark Choco? Why didn't he keep his locked up in the citidal and safe and warm and protected like he should have done? Why did he care about what those under him thought? If Dark choco was their son- their soulmate, they would have done the same!)

(...His son stopped himself, he fought against that acursed sword for him- for his father.)

(He wouldn't let his son be taken- leave him again.)

He sighs as he stares out into the cold wasteland outside of the citidals borders. The First Watcher Caramel Arrow walks over to him, "My king, the prince is.." He can feel the confliction, the hestiance but she steels herself like any warrior of his kingdom.

Afterall, he had made that half maddened accounment shortly after Dark Choco had been brought in.

("He is my son! He is my Kindred one! If any one of you had to make that choice because of their citizens they would have just quieted the masses to keep them by their side!")

"...He is still adjusting my leige. The doctors speak of... of the things he suffered under the other cookies of darkness, notably Pomegranate Cookie."

He narrows his eyes, "And the search for them?" Caramel Arrow bows her head further, "We have yet to locate her, but we have found something known as the oven thats under their use. However it wouldbe several months long to reach there and the firepower needed would leave the kingdom extremly vulernable."

He grunts, not an option. He refuses to leave his son alone, (He was already left alone for far too long.). "The bait?" The first watcher shakes her head, "The young cookie we captured was named Poison Mushroom has yet to draw out the others. Yet we find signs that they may be plotting to get him back."

Dark Cacao nods in turn, "Keep your guard up First Watcher, You are dismissed." Caramel arrow nods her head as she leaves.

For his his son, he would do anything to keep him close.

For him, the world.

#dark choco cookie #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #dark cacao cookie #poison mushroom crk #caramel arrow cookie #Soulmate au but different #idea prompt #If you must know #Shadow milk and pure vanilla are soulmates #Hollyberry and Pitaya are aswell #White lily and Elder faerie #and Finally Golden Cheese and her newly aquired son-boy Gringerbrave #: D #Dark choco cookie got knabbed by a slowly loosing his marbles dark cacao cookie

[sixty-silver-wishes]

Original poem- Willow's Wrath

The lake was glistening with moon-milk,

Lilies floated on water-glass,

Their elegant roots a-swaying

As green and as placid as glass.

It was there where she met Mr. Tripthorne,

Sweet Annemarie, with rose-budded cheeks-

She glanced him once, and from then on,

He was all she could think of for weeks.

And when he returned to the moon-lake,

The lilies she wove in her hair-

He thought he glimpsed a nymph of old

Long-limbed, golden, and fair.

Tripthorne stood, enchanted by moonlight,

Dazzled, bewitched by this dryad,

Annemarie in turn gazed his way, flustered,

Her blue eyes rivaled those of a naiad.

He asked her, “Miss, what shall I call you?”

She replied, “Sir, my name’s Annemarie-

If you desire to meet me once more,

Come at twilight to yon willow tree.”

And so Tripthorne made her a promise,

Clasping her hand to his breast,

And dutifully, he waited til the following night,

Faithful, by love, to her request. 

Indeed, she was there, framed by branches,

Lily-woven locks flowing past limber limbs,

He’d never felt his heart so impassioned,

As she smiled and beckoned to him.

After sunset, his lips brushed her cheekbone,

Under moonlight, her lips locked against his,

Under starlight, his arms clutched her waistline,

Under sunlight, she said to him this-

“Good day to you, Mr. Tripthorne,” 

And turned to leave, but twas he who said,

“Annemarie, it is I who love you,

And by next week, we shall be wed.”

The following week there were church bells,

And vows and ceremony and lace,

Annemarie, all the while, apprehensive-

Only thrice before had she seen this man’s face.

At first, there was bliss, and nothing but bliss

Of the pomegranate nights they shared,

She didn’t know his first name and he didn’t know her last,

But in those days, neither one of them cared.

But alas, time would pass as it always does,

She saw him as frigid and cold,

And viewed through his eyes, she was never satisfied

By him, though he bought her jewels and gold.

Yes indeed, their union was torture,

When they dined, they had nothing to say,

Oft hadn’t they bed since right after they wed,

So it was, night by night, day by day.

She languished and sighed, and he wanted to die

Woe be upon that night at the lake!

The lilies, the lovers, the light of the moon-

Not a blessing, but a cruel curse of fate!

One day, Tripthorne went to the market,

A fair sight did his eyes behold-

Not a willow-nymph maiden, but a society lass,

Her hands adorned with rings of gold.

He knew that he should walk away,

That what he felt wasn’t right nor fair,

But fate must have brought them together, he thought,

And how enchanting was her golden hair!

He asked her, “Miss, have you been married?”

She said, “I have not, sir, why?”

With the last dying light of regret in his heart,

He smiled and said, “neither have I.”

Said he, “madam, my name is Tripthorne,”

Said she, “sir, my name’s Josephine.”

Her eyes, how they sparkled, like diamonds

Set in raiment worn by the Queen.

Josephine, in his thoughts as he walked home,

Josephine, not the old willow-tree,

Josephine, with her jewels and her golden hair,

Not a single inkling spared for Annemarie.

And so oft he returned to the market;

Their meetings transformed to a tryst,

They fled every night to the churchyard,

Their passions obscured by moon-mist.

How supple her hands were, how graceful!

How deep were her sighs, how serene!

How more precious than diamonds were the pleasures

Bestowed by the fair Josephine!

One fateful day, Annemarie told him,

“I’ve received word my mother is ill,

I’m visiting her in the country,

To relieve her of sickness and chills.”

Alas, Tripthorne was quite unaware

No truth resided in what she’d said

For Annemarie had no such mother-

The fact was, for years, she’d been dead.

So he sent her off to the country,

Where all was yet tranquil and green,

And the moment she’d left, he took out a pen,

And wrote to his dear Josephine.

“Dearest love, I declare in earnest,

That I cannot tell when we shall wed,

But let’s not lie in the gloom of the churchyard-

Let us trade it for the comforts of my bed.”

Josephine arrived soon, in a day’s time-

Rosy-red, and unshrouded by mist

Tripthorne welcomed her, heart beating madly

And greeted her with a deep kiss.

Said he, “love, you are radiant this evening,

The sun has set, and the night has begun-

How I will treasure our delight

Once you and I become one.”

Said she, “so at last, you speak of marriage!”

For tonight, I shall answer your plea-

At last, we bring an end to this lovers’ game-

As I stand before your bended knee!”

Said he, “I’ve said soon, and again I say soon-

For my darling, you must understand,

I hardly have but a cent to my name,

So I cannot yet ask for your hand.”

Josephine answered, “why, my beloved,

Your wealth does not matter to me-

Let us run far away, to some distant shore

To a small, lonely cottage on the sea.”

Yet that night, they made love on the mattress,

Awash in the light of the stars,

And yet, so sunk in their intimate bliss,

Neither noticed the door was ajar.

It was late at night when the wind whistled,

The sheets over their bodies began to billow,

From the window-frame came the dreadful scratching

Of ten thousand claw-branches of willow.

Vines snaked around the bedposts,

Roots erupted from under the floors,

The lovers watched in horrified silence,

At the creaking, opening door-

And then She was there in the doorway!

Towering, glowering, green!

Her white-flame eyes burned like scorned moonlight,

As she surveyed Tripthorne and Josephine-

“Shame on ye, the wretched unfaithful!”

Came the voice of the verdant deity-

Tripthorne paled, for he knew at once

That this could be none but sweet Annemarie!

“My darling, have pity! Forgive us!”

He, stammering and stuttering, said,

“Nay!” she commanded, “for you are dishonest,

And defile our marriage bed!”

And with that, Annemarie raised her right hand

As she piercingly wailed in the dark,

The lovers each looked on in horror

As their skin turned to cold willow-bark.

“I beg you,” Josephine cried in horror,

“Please, set your just curse aside!

For he told me that he was unmarried-

It was unknown to me you were his bride!”

“Leave this place,” Annemarie thus commanded,

“And nevermore shall you return,

Only once will I grant you my mercy;

Woe betide you if you fail to learn.”

Josephine fled the bed, out the doorway,

As Tripthorne intended pursuit-

But he found that he could not so much as stand

For his feet had become willow roots.

Screams escaped his mouth as his blood turned to sap;

It filled his throat, drowning his pleas,

But they would have mattered little, as they would have fallen deaf

On the ears of Annemarie.

His arms and his fingers extended to branches,

That twitched, then stopped moving for good,

As his wife looked on, her expression was blank

As she watched flesh turn to wood.

As for his soul, it still burned alive,

But never again would he sleep;

For in his place stood the willow-

The tree that eternally weeps.

A hundred years passed, and the house is long gone,

No one hears of Tripthorne and Annemarie,

But on moonlit nights, when the wind blows just right,

One can hear the cries of the willow tree.

And still lovers meet under its branches,

Blessed by moon and stars above,

And yet cursed to endure them forever

Is the soul of the man who scorned love.

#romanticism #neoromantic #poem #poetry #original poem #original poetry #writing

[lilacartsmadsion]

And is it k if i have a scenario of what wouldve happened before that like when cacao (not berserk yet) found licorice in the process of breaking in and watched him smash the vial

Ohohoho-

Uhm, you see Licorice woke him up because he did break in AND BROKE THE TABLE, so it went like this.

Licorice didn’t know why he was the only one getting these dumb missions, and why Affogato was getting more respect than him since Licorice has been there longer…

Nonetheless he begrudgingly used his scythe as a hook and attached it to some rope. Hoping the Citadel guards wouldn’t see, considering this was the only window where there were no guards around, Licorice’s scythe hooked on and the cookie began to climb…

He should’ve found it suspicious why no one guarded this area.

Licorice: Stupid Pomegranate, stupid Affogato cookie-!

He mumbled, slowly making his way to the window and stumbling in.

This should’ve been a perfect time to see where in the Citadel was this window connected to, but the moment he climbed to the top, he stumbled from his own cloak and fell right unto a table, which had some small glass in it.

Said table broke in half the moment he fell on top of it, causing Licorice to panic once he regained his senses.

Dark Cacao: Mnh… *Grumbling*

And here was the worst part, there was a reason no one would dare guard this window, because lo-and behold, Licorice stumbled unto none other than Dark Cacao’s bedroom.

This caused Licorice to panic even more as the King started to wake from his sleep.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the direction of the noise that woke him up in the first place.

Licorice: H-Hi…?

Licorice was rather sheepish now, because in the dark, the King looked scary as hell, and Licorice has seen this guy fight and his Berserk Form…

He REALLY does not want to mess with the Berserk Form…

Dark Cacao looked confused and was ready to walk over to Licorice and chuck him back out the window. Till he noticed which table he broke…

As Licorice very sheepishly moved out the way to try and escape being chucked out the window when Dark Cacao noticed the shards of glass on the floor…

His only way to repress being berserk…destroyed…

Alright that kicked the bucket.

Dark Cacao: You…

Licorice screamed and tried to bolt for the door, but Dark Cacao grabbed him and threw him to the ground, instantly turning Berserk in an albeit painful way.

Licorice screamed, alerting Dark Choco whose room was nearby, which lead to the first scenario happening.

#cookie run kingdom #dark cacao cookie #berserk cacao #dark choco cookie #licorice cookie

[theskeletontarot]

Behold the Empress, the ultimate plant mama, cosmic nurturer of creative abundance and connection wrapped in a blanket of blooming abundance. Despite the absence of flesh, she exudes an approachable warmth, cradling the essence of growth and abundance in her skeletal arms, a testament to the fertile energy she radiates. A crown of stars adorns her skull, whispering tales of celestial connection.

Her throne, a seat of nature's finest, is the heartbeat of creation. The wheat at her feet dances in the breeze, a symbol of fruitful harvest and prosperity. The Empress herself, a gentle guardian, beckons you into the embrace of her motherly wisdom.

With every petal, every leaf, and the pomegranates on her cape, she weaves a tale of growth, fertility, and the cyclical dance of seasons.

She (and the other gendered cards in this deck) is just a skeleton. She is able to gender bend. While the Empress represents the a feminine parental love, the manifestation of that femininity is highly up for interpretation. 

As the next step after The Magician and The High Priestess, she represents the marriage of the two. The Empress is basically the queen of creativity and love, and her vibe is like a warm hug from the universe. Hanging out with her is like getting a pep talk from your coolest, plant-loving friend. So, if you draw the Empress card, get ready to embrace the good stuff – love, creativity, and all the beautiful chaos that life throws your way. 🌸✨

When The Empress shows up for you, consider:

what seeds you need to sow. new projects? new relationships? she's saying, "bring them to my garden, tend them, and they will flourish."

what is the world you want to live in? she invites us to imagine the futures we desire and expect pleasure and passion in return.

are old longings or unfinished business hanging around? maybe it's time to water those seeds.

giving extra love to the people, creatures (and plants!) in your life today

reviewing where you are in your life's cycles. is it time to prune? fertilize?

what negative feelings or patterns can you compost?

If you read cards in reverse and The Empress shows up for you upside down, consider her shadow sides:

emotional numbness

attachment issues

dwelling on the past

watering unhelpful seeds like distrust

"love" that hurts others

#The skeleton tarot #tarot decks #indie tarot #major arcana #illustrations #pen and ink #blank and white art #artist #art #artists on Tumblr #queer artist #nonbinary artist #tarotblr #The Empress #skeleton art #skull art #dark art

[poppiesandpromises]

Stoic in September breeze

Alight from heaven in a coal-shaped

Wind, beauty wears a beak—

The magic of golden sunlight

I stand in warm wheat, my

Cold hands holding the trust

Of wings and wonder, I worry

For a barren winter for only

The barest moment, my button

Eyes behold the way

Pomegranate seeds spill from

A silent mouth

The ash leaves drift

A gentle rain in which

I am enclosed

Falling back to dream

#poem #poetry #original poetry #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #prompted

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

OBEY 👹 ME!

👑Diavolo ➳

Himbo Appreciation Post 📷

Sit In (os) ♂️ 💞

The Throne Is Where I Sit (os) ⚧ 💞

Ballroom Dancing in the Moonlight

The Turning

Birthed into Demonhood

...

☕Barbatos ➳

In Your Care (os) ⚧ 💞

Barbie Toes 💩

Your Obedient Servent

Spick and Span; Clear as Crystal

Dressed to Impress

Sleek Silhouette in the Window

...

⚜Mephistopheles

...

🦚Lucifer ➳

With a Flirty Reader (hc) ♂️ 💞 🧀

Wednesday Addams-Like Reader (hc) ⚧

Breakfast in Bed~ (os) ♂️ 💞

Cerbi's Pet Sitter (os) ⚧ 💞

To Meet the Expectation

And When You've Fallen down...

Bloodied Wings and Blackened Feathers

...

💰Mammon ➳

With a Flirty Reader (hc) ♂️ 💞 🧀

Good Boy

Wednesday Addams-Like Reader (hc) ⚧

The Boy Is Mine!

All That Glitters isn't Gold

Life is Always Give and Take

I'll Turn Your Life to Gold

...

🎮Leviathan ➳

With a Past Cheat Reader (hc) ⚧ 💔?

With a Flirty Reader (hc) ♂️ 💞 🧀

Wednesday Addams-Like Reader (hc) ⚧

Ready Player 2?

Huge Akuzon Merch Haul Unboxing!

I'm Your Biggest Fan, LeviaChan!

How He Found Himself a Cheerleader

...

📚Satan ➳

With a Flirty Reader (hc) ♂️ 💞 🧀

Wednesday Addams-Like Reader (hc) ⚧

'Till You Pop

Read Me to Sleep, My Dear

Angry too

Breath in and Breath out

...

💖Asmodeus ➳

With a Flirty Reader (hc) ♂️ 💞 🧀

Wednesday Addams-Like Reader (hc) ⚧

Pomegranate Seeds

In the Eyes of the Beholders

Beautiful Boy All Dolled Up in Blue

The True Kind of Love

...

🍔Beelzebub ➳

Himbo Appreciation Post 📷

With a Flirty Reader (hc) ♂️ 💞 🧀

Wednesday Addams-Like Reader (hc) ⚧

The Way to the Heart is Through His Stomach

A Hunger That Can't Be Satiated

An Absolutely Ravenous Beast

Someone So Pure of Heart

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🔭Belphegor ➳

With a Flirty Reader (hc) ♂️ 💞 🧀

Wednesday Addams-Like Reader (hc) ⚧

Why Don't We Go Somewhere Only We Know

Lay With Me Under the Stars

Will You Dream a Little Dream of Me?

While You Count Sheep

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🔮Solomon ➳

Magic Blacksmith Reader (hc) ♂️

Enchanting

I Put a Spell on You and Now Your Mine

Love Like Black Magic

It's Written in the Stars, My Love

🦢Simeon ➳

His Imminent Corruption (os) ⚧ ❣

Deflowered Purity

Those Feathers of White; all Over the Floor

Like He Was Locked Out of Heaven

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🐣Luke ➳

Angel's Food Cake, Fresh From the Oven

This Son of Mine; So Pure, So Kind

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🕊Raphael ➳

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More than one Monarch (Part 2!)

So part 1 was Giratina, or at least a part of a part. I still have some more, but I want to explore each 'part' a bit before expanding another 'part'. Not that these all have to connect but it could be, nothing is fun when things are ruled harshly. (unless it's a magic system but that's not here or there)

So the next part is...

Hades!

(picture is not mine) Or at least leaning into that lore? Pandora is in DP already, who says I can't just pick some things to throw into DP (or throw DP into Hades). Plus having this brain rot since Hades 2 had a trailer recently. Could have the two 'princes' hang out together and be menaces together, heckling Zag's dad cause Danny does have the desire to mess with authority. Sassy quips left and right, competitions with Thanatos (more sassy banter), Cujo and Cerberus playing ghost dog fetch. The possibilities!

My original idea for this was Persephone being the 'original halfa', a headcanon of when she was taken to the Underworld she was still alive, but when she ate the pomegranate seed she became half dead, forever becoming a part of the Ghost Zone but since she was a goddess of life she couldn't become 'fully dead'. Literally a Queen of Death and Life, a Goddess of Seasons more or less by causing growth and decay depending on her station. (being in the underworld causes winter, then visiting her mother Demeter so the season would change from winter to summer) She even has a name change to go with her transformation of becoming a Halfa! (That bit is because the being 'Kore' is/could be Persephone, but another theory suggests it's a different entity altogether, but this is my headcanon, not fact, I'm cherry-picking here) Dreaded Death Queen Persephone (Ghost), Vegetation Goddess Kore (Alive). (She has many titles and names, but these are the main two I'm sticking with)

So lo and behold, Danny crosses time and space again, somehow landing in "The Underworld" and meeting the Princeling Zagreus, Zag goes "cool a free brother!" or "A new friend! or more?" and takes him on a journey to meet his mom, which could be his first time succeeding or did this before, and Persephone notices Danny is just like her. A being with bonds with both Life and Death, which is a first for her, that doesn't count Zag since he was born in the Underworld and is already a prince of it, he's 1/4th living, or just fully 'dead'.

"I always wanted another child!" Oh no not another adopter. Could just be a mentor too. They have a great time, Danny could even meet Melinoë (as a baby?). Shenanigans are had, lessons are learned, and bonds are acquired. Both Danny and Zag learn how to be better rulers together and create a good bond between the dimensions of both the "Ghost Zone" and "Underworld" dimensions.

"Ah, you're having a 'Ghost' problem, not an 'Underworld' problem. Let me inform my good friend the Ghost King and he'll be here soon enough." "There's more than one King???"

"See, I deal with Ghosts. My good friend Zag deals with souls, I'll summon him right now!" "Why is he wearing a flaming crown like you?" "Cause he's also a King, duh." "WHY DO WE HAVE MORE THAN ONE KING OF DEATH IN HERE?!"

Again, could be after Danny is made Ghost King, or Before just in the middle of his canon before Pariah Dark and all that drama. Or it could be when he's older than canon, I didn't set this in stone it's an idea.

I'll make a different part for the idea of Halfa!Persephone, one that does include the AU!Ghost King with Danny for sure.

#danny phantom #DP X Hades #adding more later #danny fenton #ghost king danny #maybe #crossover #making friends across the multiverse #headcanon #persephone #zagreus hades #i wrote this instead of sleeping

[skellebonez]

Celestial Crossing (A MoonStone, SWKxChang'e, ship fic): Chapter 3- Surprise Addition

This chapter will not have any spoilers for season 4, but future chapters will incorporate parts of it!

Have fun. 83c

AO3 Link.

“Here we go,” Chang’e stated as she sat down and uncovered the lump on her work station desk.

“Aw, it’s the little bot MK shrunk!” Sun Wukong said softly. “This is the third time I’ve seen them in your workshop since I started coming up here.”

“They’ve been having trouble with their systems overheating since they were shrunk down,” Chang'e explained as she started to remove the back of the robot bunny. “I’m hoping I can find a way to fix this permanently.”

Sun Wukong winced in no small amount of guilt.

He had considered that the little robot’s breakdowns may have been related to their little excursion up to the moon. It was very likely that the battle had possibly damaged some parts that needed to be replaced. Knowing it had been overheating because of its now smaller size, however, made the sage feel bad for finding the smaller stature of the robot so adorable.

“Too much processing, not enough processor to handle it?” he asked.

“Something like that,” Chang'e answered with a chuckle.

Sun Wukong couldn’t help but smile at this, watching as she carefully pulled out some parts and soldered new ones into place. She was so skilled, no doubt a testament to just how dedicated she was to perfecting her two crafts. Cooking AND robotics. Quite the dual skill set to have up on the moon. And she excelled in both of them. Every dish she had made that he tried—within his dietary restrictions—has been exceptional. He didn’t even think he liked pomegranates until she came along. But lo and behold, it just took her finding a way to cook them into a form he enjoyed. Her tech on the moon was just as impressive as any dish she could whip up. From the factory to the bunny robots to the mechs that patrolled her garden, everything was a marvel to the immortal monkey. Then again, the most technologically advanced thing he was used to seeing was his VR headset.

He knew his way around modern technology, but Chang’e?

She could surpass it with her eyes closed. He was sure of it.

“There we go!” Chang'e announced with a flourish as she closed up the back of the miniature mech. “Time to wake up, little one.”

The second she placed the little bot on the table, it started to light up. The display on its faceplate blinked into an adorable little face that went from a downward confused triangle to a happy little smile as it jumped into her arms.

“They really like you,” Sun Wukong smiled, waving at the robot as it turned to him. He couldn’t suppress a squee when the little cutie waved back at him before jumping out of Chang’e’s arms.

“Now that that’s settled...” Chang’e smirked as she turned to her love. She put a finger under his chin as she started to walk out of the workshop, ticking her finger up once she moved too far to keep contact. “I think we should head to bed and have a nice long rest. I have a busy day of streaming tomorrow and you have a lesson with MK.”

“Yeah, we should get some sleep,” Sun Wukong agreed as he followed her, not missing her smirk. He gently wrapped his arms around her, kissing the back of her neck. “Or, knowing you, you want a shoulder massage first? Or maybe something a little more... intimate?”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Chang’e said softly as she leaned into the hug. She almost put most of her weight on him, clearly more tired than she had let on. “I know you’re not really into that kind of stuff.”

“I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t okay with it today,” he answered, this time kissing her cheek.

“You’ve never pushed me if I said no. But I’m the one asking this time. You don’t have to worry about me. But I can also tell you’re tired, so... how about we start with just the shoulder massage and see how we both feel.”

"Please?” Chang’e said with a chuckle. “I’ll probably be asleep by the time you work out the crick in my neck that’s been bugging me all day.”

“It would be my pleasure to know I could make you feel that relaxed, Mooncake.”

~

“It only took a day...” Chang'e said as she picked the collapsed bunnybot up off the ground. 

Sun Wukong didn’t speak up to correct her and say it had only been fifteen hours, because that was schematics and petty.

The two were sitting in her garden, Chang’e on her knees with the little bot held in her arms and Sun Wukong kneeling next to her.

“If the little one is overheating this much, something must be really wrong,” he mused. “Maybe just upgrading the broken parts won’t work.”

“I think you’re right,” she agreed with a sigh. “I didn’t want to do anything more extensive since it would require completely shutting this one down until I could make the larger parts to build a body that large again.” There was a noticeable undercurrent of sadness in that explanation. To her, her robots weren’t just machines. She treated them like they were her children.

“Hmn... maybe... there’s another thing we could try first?”

“Like what?”

“Well...” Sun Wukong began. His lips pulled into a smile as he pointed to a nearby wheelbarrow. “We have spare parts just over there! If I can use my powers to change a van into a spaceship, maybe I can do a little something to help the little one work a little smoother. All it takes is me knowing a LITTLE something about the tech I want to build, and I’ve looked over your blueprints from top to bottom. Would you be willing to let me give it a try?”

“If you think it might work?” Chang'e said with a smile. “I’m willing to let you give it a shot!”

Ten minutes later, Sun Wukong found himself kneeling in front of Chang'e. An assortment of robotics parts and metal surrounded them. In the middle of everything was the overheated and broken miniature bunny mech, still ever so slightly warm under the sage’s palms. The little robot was so tiny that he could hold it in both of his hands with no issue. Barely larger than a peach, even. It was absolutely tiny. Smaller than even some of the baby monkeys that he helped care for on the mountain. He almost couldn’t believe how tiny this little being was. No wonder it was having trouble; if it was organic, it would have been a very sickly baby.

The thought of a baby made the immortal’s mind wander back to the past two days. Chang’e asking him if he would consider having a child with her, him learning that he was infertile, him learning that Pigsy thought he had the potential to be a good parent despite his slip-ups, and finally him learning Chang’e would stick by him no matter what. The two of them always seemed to meet each other halfway somehow, find a way to work in each other’s comfort zones and do their best to make the other happy.

He just...

He tried to focus on the little robot and repairing it with new parts.

He just...

Focus on the robot. Only on the little robot.

He just...

The robot.

He just wished he could give Chang’e the child she wanted and deserved.

It happened so fast that even he was taken by surprise.

At first, everything was normal. He focused, channeled his energy into what he wanted to do... And then it felt like something YANKED at his magic. There was a sudden rush, his energy being pulled from him and mixing with something else. Sun Wukong felt a pang deep inside him as if SOMETHING else had been swiped at.

His hands were warm, almost too warm, before he blinked and realized Chang'e had shouted his name. One of her hands grabbed his and he felt a cold energy—like a cool towel on a hot day—mix with his own.

Their eyes met for a split second.

And then. Nothing. Just a bizarre tiredness he had only felt when he used too much of his power against Nezha and the feeling something had... gone sideways?

“Peach bun?” Chang'e said softly. “What—”

There was the softest sound of a coo between them. Both robotic and... organic?

The immortals looked down.

There, below Sun Wukong’s hands and in Chang'e’s lap, was the bunny mech. But also... not.

There was now a long tail it hadn’t had before, tipped with a dimly shining lightbulb. The little arms that were once stubs now had little lines that indicated segments of a paw. And its legs had gone from their normal form to the ones not unlike a normal rabbit’s legs. But robotic.

Sun Wukong blinked.

Chang’e blinked.

The small robot, once a very round bunny and now slightly less round and with a long tail, blinked.

No one was sure who screamed first.

But they did know the one screaming the loudest was the smallest of all of them.

“What did I DO!?” Sun Wukong shouted, yanking his hands back. The crying sounded far too much like a baby for his own comfort, a sound he was far too familiar with due to the multitude of generations of humans he passed on his journey. “What just happened!?”

“I don’t know!” Chang’e screamed, equally as confused and concerned as he was. She held the small bunnybot in her arms, wincing at every cry. “I just felt your surge of power and something else kinda pulled mine in? My robots aren’t supposed to do that!”

“Well, my powers aren’t supposed to do that either!” Sun Wukong replied frantically, attempting to stand up. It was oddly difficult, even with the energy he knew had been drained. “Something is... wrong?”

Odd, it felt wrong to say it was wrong. It was almost like... something was telling him this was supposed to be right. Something had gone right?

“Whatever happened, it’s definitely related to magic in some way,” Chang’e said firmly. She shifted the bunnybot in her arms, the little creature’s screams softening to a pathetic set of whimpers. Sun Wukong couldn’t help but notice the way his beloved shook her head in confusion, rubbing her eyes as if she was suddenly tired. “Call... Call your friend Tang! He might know what’s going on, with how much studying he’s been doing since your last adventure.”

“Good idea. I’ll-I’ll project to MK!” Sun Wukong said as he made for the door. “Ask him if Tang is at the shop, see if he can bring him here, that’ll be the fastest since I left my phone in your kitchen. Just... I’ll be back!”

“Okay!” He heard Chang’e yell back, just as he heard her shushing the robot as they started to cry louder again.

~

“MK, BUD, IS TANG THERE!?”

“HOLY SHIT, Monkey King, what the FUCK!?“ MK grabbed his chest, swearing his heart nearly stopped at the sudden sound of his mentor’s voice in his head.

Everyone in the shop looked at him in confusion for a second before he raised his hand with a wave toward the golden figure before him and mouthed the word ‘projection’. They all nodded in knowing, turning back to their own tasks. Pigsy went back to cooking, Tang to reading, Mei to showing Bai He cute cat videos on her phone, Sandy to giving Macaque a lesson on cat care. MK has no idea why this was happening in the shop, but he was going with it as long as no one was trying to murder anyone else.

“Are you trying to scare me to death!?”

“No, bud, sorry, is Tang there!?” Sun Wukong asked again, running in place from his perspective but clearly actually running from his end. “I could REALLY use his—oh there, it is GOIN’ BACK—his help!”

“Uh, did something happen?” MK asked in concern. The fact that something was wrong was coming across far too clearly in his mentor’s frantic display.

“Yes, but it’s fine, we’re fine, I think we’re fine?” the immortal ranted on, not in any way making MK feel less concerned. “We’re fiiiiiiine, can you just bring Tang here like RIGHT NOW MAYBE that would be great.”

“What happened?”

“Okay, uh, okay, so, bud, we, uh—”

“Monkey King, breathe!” MK said, holding his hands up to steady him before remembering the immortal in question was astral projecting to him. “What happened? Is Chang’e okay?”

“Yes! Yes, she’s fine!” Sun Wukong said as quickly as we could. “But we have... ohfuckhowdoIexplainarobotbaby—”

“Robot... BABY?” MK repeated.

“A WHAT?” Pigsy asked as he whipped his head around.

It was at that moment that Sun Wukong abruptly closed the astral projection.

~

Chang’e couldn’t move.

Well. She could. She was breathing, eyes blinking down at the little creation she was holding in her arms. Or, perhaps more accurately, hands since they were so incredibly tiny. So tiny she could hold them like a softball if she needed to.

But she would never do that to one of her robots.

...Was this one of her robots?

It looked like one of them. It HAD been one of them just a few minutes ago, before her not-quite-husband rushed out of the room in a hurry. Before whatever it was he did sapped something from her and into this little being she held.

The little and very loudly screaming being.

“Shhh...” she whispered, pulling the little being closer to her chest. The movement felt like something she was supposed to do. Every second she held the little bot, she felt an odd pull on her magic. Soft and slow and almost needy. Her head throbbed with each tug. Whatever this was, it was making her exhausted. And yet, it didn’t feel wrong. “No need to cry little one. Chang’e is here. Shhhhhh...”

While the robot continued to sob, it was more of a soft, whispering cry than a scream. The little one curled into her hands, nestling into her palms as it whimpered.

It was almost as if this being was...

No, it couldn’t be.

...Could it?

Before Chang’e could think more about this the aforementioned not-quite-husband rushed right back into the room, nearly body slamming a table as he entered. The movement startled her so much she jostled the little bot in her hands. Which had the unfortunate effect of making the bot start screaming again.

“SORRY!” Sun Wukong apologized.

She needed another shoulder massage.

Glancing across the room, the goddess discovered that her beloved had borrowed her phone stand and was now using it to set up his device. “Okay! Okay! I think Tang is at the shop but I’m kinda freaking out and I’m gonna just call Mei!” he hastily explained before running over to her.

“Are you okay? You look... exhausted.”

“I think I am?” she replied in uncertainty. “I don’t... no, I am exhausted.”

“Will you be okay? Do you need anything?”

“I think I’ll be fine. Just. A little overwhelmed right now.”

The Great Sage laughed at that. “That makes three of us,” he chuckled, studying the little bunnybot in her hands. His eyes drifted back up to his beloved. “Can I... Can I hold them? Just for a second, so I can show the others.”

Chang’e first impulse was to say no. Fingers curled tightly around the little ball with legs and... nubbins. But... they were both extremely out of their depth. These were Sun Wukong’s friends.

She could trust them.

“Okay,” she said, gently handing the screaming ball over. “Be very careful with them. Please?”

“I will,” he whispered softly to her, cradling the robot carefully. Then placed a kiss on her lips, and turned towards the phone.

~

It’s amazing how much worry can come from someone suddenly hanging up a call.

It’s even more amazing how much worry can come from that same person suddenly calling back two minutes later.

“Uh...” Mei started, holding up her phone. “It’s a video call from Monkey King.”

“Pick it up!” MK shouted, rushing to her side.

Mei did as asked, setting her phone up in front of her so that everyone around her could see it. And everyone, it seemed, wanted to see. Even Macaque, who was pretending not to listen to Sandy, sauntered on over to look at the tiny screen as the call connected.

The first thing they heard was screaming... crying? No, screaming and crying.

A baby screaming and crying.

Pigsy and MK recognised it immediately.

“Monkey King, is that the bunny mech I shrunk?” MK asked, eyes widening in confusion.

“Yes,” he said, cupping it in his hands and rocking it up and down against his chest gently. He looked like he was on the verge of panicking. “It’s a baby now. I think?"

“That’s a baby,” Mei said. “A robot baby.”

“You have a baby!?” Bai He and Sandy yelped.

“I am aware, I just said that!” Sun Wukong exclaimed as he shakily held the little screaming being in his hands. “What do I DO with it!?”

“How did you even GET a robot baby is the real question,” Pigsy said as he popped up behind Mei. “I know you... uh.... UH...”

Slowly, MK’s head turned to face the chef. “Dadsy...” MK began, his voice low. “Are you keeping secrets? From your SON?”

At Pigsy’s panicked expression, Sun Wukong sighed.

“They were going to find out eventually,” he confessed. He winced as the baby screamed louder.

“Chang’e and I were talking about wanting kids.”

“Literally three days ago, Wukong!” Pigsy interrupted. “This is a little fast, even for you, so I am going to assume this was NOT intended.”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT! It kept overheating so I tried to fix it with my transformation magic and then THIS happened and now it’s a BABY I think and we don’t know what happened or what to DO and we need Tang to help us!”

“You want ME to answer that?” Tang asked. “I don’t know anything about robot babies!”

“We don’t either!” Sun Wukong said with a grimace. “But you’ve been studying magic! And we could use some help! It keeps screaming and screaming and crying and I don’t know what to d—”

“You need to feed it,” Macaque’s voice cut through, making everyone stare at him as he stood in the back of the group. His hands were over his ears, clearly not enjoying the dulcet screams of a high pitched robot baby. “Listen to it. It’s hungry.”

“I...” Sun Wukong blinked, looking down at the new child in his hands. “...That is a hunger cry, how did I... How did I not recognize it?”

“It’s different,” Macaque continued. “More high pitched and robotic. More rabbit-like too. But it’s the same kind of cry. You need to feed them to get them to calm down.”

“They don’t have a mouth,” Sun Wukong countered. “How am I going to—”

“Feed it your energy.” Macaque continued. “I’ll explain later, just. Focus on the little thing and reach out with your energy. It’ll follow your lead.”

“How the hell do you—”

"Just trust me, okay?"

At that, Sun Wukong froze. Everyone froze. The sage didn’t have a reason... not to believe Macaque. At least in this situation. None of them did. And the shadow monkey had no reason to lie to him about this, especially something as weird and confusing as this was.

"Okay... ” the sage gave in, re-settling the baby in his elbow. And he focused.

And the baby quieted.

It was their first true moment of quiet since they powered on.

“Whoa...” Sun Wukong breathed out. He had focused his energy like he had when he was trying to rebuild the little mech, but this time, something had reached out to meet him. Something tiny and weak and hungry. “I... Whoa...”

It felt like energy was flowing from him unbidden and not entirely by his own will, but not in a scary way. Like the little one was trying so hard to just BE. To have enough energy to exist.

“MK, use your gold vision on them,” he vaguely heard Macaque say.

Sun Wukong looked up, locking eyes with his student just as his eyes went gold. There was a touch on his shoulder and he turned to see Chang’e. Though there were still some signs of fatigue, it seemed that the lunar goddess had regained some of her strength.

“Peach bun?” she asked softly, resting a hand on his shoulder. Sun Wukong immediately leaned into her soft touch. “Are you alright?”

“I think so?” Gold eyes narrowed in confusion. “I think so.”

A gasp made the two immortals look at the screen again.

“It’s both of them,” MK breathed out in awe.

Macaque folded his arms. “Told you.”

“Wait, hold on,” Chang’e cut in. Her grip tightened, growing more steady and supportive. Just in time, as Sun Wukong found himself leaning further into her hold. “What do you mean?”

“The bunkeybot,” MK said, shaking his head. “The uh. The bunny mech, it kinda looks like a monkey now too with that tail and—AAA, FOCUS, MK! It’s got! It has both of your energy! I can see it with my gold vision, it’s like the two of you popped your energy into the little robot!”

“That’s exactly what happened,” Macaque said as he took up the phone screen. Where Sun Wukong expected a smirk he only saw a half amused smile. “Well. Congrats, I guess? You’re some of the only... ten couples I have seen manage this? And you did it on accident, that’s kind of impressive.”

“What did we do on accident?” Sun Wukong blinked.

Macaque waved his hands theatrically.

“You have a literal magic baby.”

For a moment, no one uttered a word.

And then suddenly, everyone on the phone screen was yelling.

~

“Oh my gosh, they’re so tiny!” Bai He said softly.

“Are they a they?” Mei asked from her left. “I mean...”

“I think we’ll go with they for now and the baby gets to pick which pronouns when they’re older,” Chang’e said. Her arms were around Sun Wukong as he leaned back against her.

This was the most full her garden had ever been. She and Sun Wukong were sitting on the ground, baby in their father’s—FATHER’S!—arms. Lined in front of them were Mei, Bai He, and MK, kneeling and watching attentively. Behind the row of kids was Sandy. Off to the side stood Pigsy and Tang, who observed with smiles on their faces. And lurking in the corner, further off but not too far away, was Macaque.

Sun Wukong looked genuinely exhausted. Chang’e had never seen him like this, the immortal looking more and more tired the more the baby fed on his energy. She was concerned until Macaque explained that it would be physically impossible for this to hurt her beloved.

“Based on what you told me, the baby was made of your magic combined,” he had explained. “So you both will be able to feed them. But it would be best for him to do most of that for now. He’s got lots of magic to spare, and the little one needs much more food at the start of their life to maintain their existence.”

As it turns out, magic babies mainly needed two things: energy from their creator and rest. Lots and lots of energy and rest.

What else would this baby need as they got older?

“I have no idea,” Macque told Sun Wukong as he asked. “I’ve genuinely never heard of one of these kids being made from a robot before. Usually they’re conjured up with like... flowers and tree branches and mud and stuff. Sometimes just pure energy, if the parents are powerful enough. But it’s probably a good thing you conjured them into this body. You said they have a built-in sleep mode?”

“Yeah,” Chang’e nodded. “Normally they only need to enter it once a week, but this little one was already shutting down before that was triggered.”

“From the overheating,” Macaque hypothesized. “If my guess is right, and we’ll know within the hour, they should enter that sleep mode like a normal baby falling asleep. If they do, you’ll be mostly in the clear until they wake up again.”

“Will they only wake up for food?” Sun Wukong asked out of the blue. “...That is a really dumb question—”

“It’s not,” Macaque interrupted him. It was so strange. Chang’e knew that the two monkey yaoguai didn’t get along, and yet here they were sitting here on the ground beside each other like old friends. “You’re used to human and monkey babies, not magic babies. Definitely not magic robot babies... then again, no one is, actually, so theoretically it can’t be a dumb question—”

“Mr. Mac, you’re getting distracted,” Bai He interrupted, and no one missed how red the tips of Macaque’s ears went.

“I asked you to call me Mr. MACAQUE,” he hissed, clearly more embarrassed than angry. “But I was. And no, they probably won’t. They will sleep a LOT though, and any waking time would be best spent around one of you in close proximity at all times just in case they get hungry and so they can learn.”

“You know a lot about babies, Mr. Maquack,” Sandy noted, and Chang’e could have sworn the shadow monkey’s ears turned an even deeper shade of red as he crossed his arms and growled. “I’m impressed.”

“Well, you learn a few things when you’re wandering the world!” Macaque declared with a tight smile as he stood up. “But yeah, I’ll... write out everything else I know. Just in case.”

“This is... a lot of assistance you’re giving us,” Sun Wukong said softly. He let out a sudden sigh, leaning back against Chang’e as the baby in his arms let out a mechanical chirp.

Something not unlike a monkey chirp. “Oh, thank the Celestial Realm, I think they’re done eating.”

“Look, I know I haven’t exactly been the most...” Macaque trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “Helpful guy?”

“You haven’t even been a NICE guy,” MK chimed in, though there was a bit of a playful smirk on his face.

“I’m trying! Sort of,” Macaque countered with a shrug. “But look. There’s a tiny kid in the picture now. And I may be a jerk, but I’m not enough of a jerk to do anything that would hurt a baby.”

“Oh, gosh we have a BABY,” Chang’e whispered. She already acknowledged this but... wow... it was only hitting her at this very moment.

They had a baby. They had a BABY. Together.

Somehow.

“Just realizing that, Moon Princess?”

“Mac, she’s in SHOCK!” Mei exclaimed.

It was enough to make the aforementioned moon princess chuckle in response.

“I kind of am?” Chang’e admitted. “I... We knew we would have to go a less traditional route to have kids, but we expected to adopt a child from Earth. Not accidentally magic up a robot baby out of an overheating bunny mech.”

“No one expects surprise magic babies,” Mei stated sagely, nodding as if she made a grand insight.

“But seriously! How the heck do you know all of this?” Sun Wukong exclaimed as he turned to Macaque. He was pushing himself to stay sitting upright, leaning on Chang’e heavily for support. Based on the dark circles under his eyes, the little one must have a lot more energy than he expected. “It couldn’t have just been traveling and picking things up, you said you saw... nine other couples do this?”

“I didn’t spend the last few centuries sitting on my ass,” Macaque said with a shrug. Perhaps a bit too casually. Chang’e couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t making eye contact with the other monkey in the room. “I saw a lot of stuff while I was traveling around. Lots of demon and human parents wanting to have kids but couldn’t. Figured it would be good to know for... reasons.”

The shadow monkey said the last part of that so quickly that it was almost like he said something he shouldn’t have.

Chang’e decided NOT to ask.

Yet.

She’d put a pin in that for now.

“Regardless, you’re going to need as much rest as the bunny ball,” Macaque stated as he stood up. And you’re not going to get rest if I keep trying to explain all this when I could write it down for you. You got some paper and a pen, MK?”

“Asking an artist if they have paper and a pen is like asking a monkey if they like fruit,” MK said with mock offense. “Course I do.” Without missing a beat, the kid searched through his bag and tossed the requested supplies at the other.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” Macaque said as he made his way over to a nearby table. “Back in a sec!”

Chang’e couldn’t help but shake her head, smiling as she looked down at her beloved. “Would you like to lay down for a bit?” she asked. “I can hold the little one.”

“Please,” Sun Wukong chuckled wearily. “Just... Gimmie like ten minutes.”

It was a bit awkward with how exhausted Sun Wukong was and how much he didn’t want to move, but eventually they managed to get the sage laying down on the ground. MK’s jacket was wedged under the king’s head as a makeshift pillow, while Chang’e held their child carefully in her arms.

“Do you have a name picked out yet?” MK asked as he gently moved the little one’s paw up and down. It seemed to mesmerize the little bot, the baby now captivated by everything they could see.

“We didn’t exactly think that far ahead,” Chang'e admitted. “Like we said. This wasn’t exactly... the intended speed we hoped to start a family.”

“The ride went too fast and I want a nap,” Sun Wukong muttered from the ground with a half hearted chuckle. “But I’ll... hop back into it in no time!”

She couldn’t help but laugh as the four in front of her groaned.

“You needed no time to start with the dad jokes, I see.”

“I’ve been waiting literally a year to say that one.”

~

“Hey, Macaque, you got a second?” Tang asked, out of earshot of everyone else as he and Pigsy made their way over to the other immortal monkey in the room.

“Little busy,” the demon replied. He was currently in the midst of drawing out a diagram on the paper that MK had provided him.

“You can take one minute,” Tang continued, leaning against the side of the table as he watched the other work. “...This is really impressive.”

“You’re being awfully helpful,” Pigsy said as he stood beside Macaque, not beating around the bush like his husband. “I know you’re on your ‘redemption arc’, as MK keeps insisting, but this is... well, a lot. Even with how much you babysit Bai He. I’d thought you’d just kinda, you know. Go off and do your own thing after you saw the baby for a split second.“

“We just wanted to know what got you so interested in helping all of a sudden,” Tang stated casually.

"Not babysitting Bai He!” Macaque responded. It was a bit too quick of a response. “And...” he frowned, looking over at Bai He and MK as they fawned over the little calmed robot. “Kid seems to think I can do better. So.”

“You don’t wanna let him think he made the wrong choice believing in you,” Pigsy said softly. “That? I get that.”

“True,” Tang said with a nod before a silence fell before all of them. For approximately thirty-five seconds there was peace. And then Tang spoke again. “You looked into this because you want kids yourself, didn’t you?”

“YOU—!” Mac snapped, quieting as heads whipped to stare at him. He waved at them awkwardly, before leveling a death glare at the scholar. “Not a word, bug boy.”

Tang smirked at Pigsy. “Told ya. You owe me double noodles for a week.”

“You bet on why I was helping you!?”

“And I lost,” Pigsy lamented. “I could have sworn you were just bored.”

Macaque blinked. Stared. Then he let out the world’s most tired sigh. “...MK makes so much more sense the more time I spend with all of you.”

Pigsy and Tang simply shrugged.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #fanfic #moonstoneshipping #lmk sun wukong #lmk chang'e #lmk six eared macaque #too many characters to tag #lmk oc #Did you know that macaques REALLY like babies? Like a lot? #just saying this for reasons #freenoodles on the side

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