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mediumgayitalian · 2 months

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“Oh, come on, there’s just —” Will blows an errant curl from out of his eyes, cheeks red with exertion, balancing nimbly on his feet to put both hands on his hips. “There’s no way, Nico.”

Nico, not blessed with such balance, has to hold all footholds with all limbs, staring warily at the lava wall’s snake holes.

“What? I’m just not as good as you.”

Will flops his right arm outwards, narrowly avoiding smacking it against the rock. “But you are!”

Nico shifts his wary gaze from the snake holes to Will’s rope harness. Is it tight enough? It better be tight enough. Will is putting a lot of faith in it, right now.

“You scaled those cliffs in — in the place —” he trips, still, over the pit, on the odd time he mentions it, and it always makes Nico wince — “like it was nothing! And whenever Percy visits and challenges you you’re suddenly the lava wall expert!” He turns stern blue eyes to face Nico’s head-on. “Not buying it, di Angelo!”

A gush of lava forces him to resume climbing, but there’s an aggression to his movements — a specific, stiff, curated aggression, that Nico has learned means anxiety in people known as William Andrew Solace. That, and coupled with the rapid muttering which, in between the roar of molten stone, Nico believes is a a repetition of “dumbass” “always tryna act a goddamn fool” and “I’m gonna kill him before he sends me into cardiac arrest again”, interspersed with random swears in English, Latin, Ancient Greek, and also — gods — Klingon.

“Will.”

Will ignores him, scampering the last few feet up the wall and slapping the top before relaying down. Nico sighs, following him (albeit significantly slower).

“Will.”

“You’re hiding something from me.” He practically rips the harness off his body — do not think about that do not think about that do not think about that — and shoves it on the hook so hard it damn near snaps off. The look he levels in Nico’s direction practically turns him to stone, it’s so frigid, and he has to resist a shiver. “I can tell.”

It takes a good amount of pushing to make Will all testy like this. Sure, his buttons are easy to push, but most of that is for show. He likes to be dramatic. (Especially because he knows Nico will indulge him, more than anyone else ever has. He relishes in it, Nico thinks; he likes that Nico will watch his productions. An Apollo kid through and through.) He’s not usually one to show his genuine frustration.

But, hoo, boy, when he is frustrated.

Nico has a bad, bad habit of making it worse.

(As if it’s his fault that Will’s hot when he’s mad.)

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nico says, forcibly lightly. He sticks his hand out defiantly. “Check me, why don’t you? Not hiding anything.”

He really isn’t. No injuries, no illness, hell, he’s not even tired. Had a full three meals and everything. Even his perpetually achey joints aren’t bad today.

All of this, obviously, is communicated when Will touches him, squinting suspiciously at their joined hands.

“You’re heart rate is high,” he mutters petulantly.

Nico looks at him patiently. “That’s ‘cause my smokeshow boyfriend is holding my hand.”

Grumpy as he’s trying to be, his ears redden. A smile twitches at the corner of his mouth.

“Shut up.”

Nico grins, pulling his hand up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the knuckles.

“No.”

“Whatever,” Will says, snatching his hand back. His smile spreads widely across his face, now, and he looks away, as pleased as he is exasperated. “You’re still being a weirdo. I should not be so far ahead of you on the wall, Neeks.”

Success — back to nicknames. Crisis averted.

“Have you considered that you’re the camp-wide record holder for a reason, you spider monkey?”

“Still!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Nico gets up on his tiptoes, pressing a lingering kiss to the bridge of his freckled nose. “Stop worrying about me, Solace. I’m fine. Burn off some steam, I’ll watch.”

Will huffs. “Fine. But I’ll find out, y’hear me? Truth can’t hide from me for long.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He watches as Will suits back up, helping him with his more complicated straps (because Nico was raised to be a gentleman, obviously, why else) and shooing him away when he opens his mouth for more interrogations. He switches to sticking out his tongue, and after a moment of hesitation, bounds back over to his first true love — being a big nerdy jock dork.

Nico settles on the grass several feet away from the wall, pretending to clean his sword. After a few minutes, he hears footsteps, and two people sit next to him on either side.

“So,” says Lou Ellen, ignoring Nico’s suspicious look as she tosses a glowing ball of something around, “how come you’re not climbing?”

Nico shrugs. “Only so many times you can climb before it gets boring.”

On his other side, Cecil makes a loud buzzer sound.

“Nope! Wrong answer. Try again.”

Nico is a dignified grownup who refuses to stoop down to Cecil’s level by responding. Instead, he reaches over and pokes him in his ridiculously sensitive ribs, hard, sending him sprawling with a screech.

“Shut up,” he says mildly, as his friend flails. “I’m trying to be a supportive boyfriend, and I can’t do that with all your whining.”

Will has, in the ten minutes since he started, made it halfway up the wall. He seems to have it programmed to the Super Extra Mega Evil Insane mode that the Athena and Ares kids invented just for him, since he smoked all the other levels. He dodges a shot of lava with a laugh, throwing himself to the side and hanging on with three fingers and one scuffed sneaker poised on the tiniest sliver of rock. His attention is broken when Lou Ellen sticks her face right in Nico’s field of vision, tracing Nico’s eyeline with narrowed eyes.

“Ah,” she nods knowingly. “You’re staring at his ass.”

Nico falters, damn near slicing his own fingers off. “No idea what you’re talking about,” he says blithely. He gestures without looking at his sword. “I’m busy, see?”

She scoffs. “Real busy. That’s why you almost just did emergency surgery on yourself.”

“Exactly.”

Will pushes up a foot, shifting his hips and launching himself upwards. He makes a little shout of victory, plastering himself to the wall to keep balance, every muscle tensed.

From his place on the floor, Cecil makes an appreciative noise. “He does have a nice ass. Can’t blame you for looking.”

Nico frowns. “Hey. Stop objectifying my boyfriend.” He reaches out and smacks a hand over Cecil’s eyes. “That’s my job.”

“You guys are ridiculous.”

Nico reaches over and puts a hand over her eyes, too, ‘cause there’s no missing where they’re pointed.

“Shut up or I’ll literally put shadows into your retinae and blind you forever,” Nico threatens. (Is this a thing he can do? No. Do his friends know this? Also no.)

“You’re a dictator!” Cecil protests.

“Depriving us of basic human rights!” Lou Ellen agrees.

Nico shrugs. He glances back up the the climbing wall, where he has a very perfect view — and a great reason to never even try to climb faster than Will does. He grins.

“Too bad for you guys.”

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kai-anderson-whore · 8 months

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Next chapter (kit walker x fem reader smut) (kinktober fic 5)

Summary: you and kit have been married for two years, neither of you thought of trying for a baby till kit brings the idea up again.

Warnings: smut, fluff, breeding kink, creampie, heavy kissing, cuddles in the kitchen (it’s giving mardy bum by arctic monkeys), trying for a baby, talks about trying for a baby, unprotected sex, romance, aftercare

Word count: 1,4k

A/n: we are officially half way through the kinktober masterlist this one is quite cute ngl.

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Married life was great to kit walker, he never used to see himself the type to marry until he met you. He knew from the moment he saw you, you were the one. Now two years into your happy marriage, routine was almost the same. You would sat together for breakfast, kit would go off to work, come home and have dinner then cuddle up on the sofa by the coal fire.

Kit was at work filling a families car up with gas, he couldn't help but smile to himself seeing the couple's toddlers carrying on the backseat. Kit finished filling the tank up with gas, the husband paid kit for the job thanking him. Luckily it was almost the end of his shift, he just couldn't wait to get home and see you.

"Have a nice day" kit smiled waving them off in his usual friendly manner. Walking back into the garage plopping himself down on the chair with a sigh. His mind drifted off, thinking what life would be like for you and him if you both had a couple of kids running around. His heart swelled at the thought.

You both previously spoke about children not planning anything, a mutual agreement that if you were to end up pregnant one day it would be great news, but it wasn't set in stone. For a few weeks now kit had been thinking about starting a family, he knew he was ready for a baby. But he also knew you would be carrying the baby for nine months 'would you be even ready?' Kit thought. Not realising the time kit's shift came to an end grabbing his jacket closing the garage, he set off home. Planning on maybe bringing the baby subject to the table later tonight.

You were at home just finished making dinner for you and kit, the radio playing in the background. Just like clockwork kit entered through the door with his usual room shining smile. "Honey I'm home" he sang making you smile. "Hey how was work?" You asked setting the tea towel down on the counter. Kit made his way over to you wrapping you up in a hug, "it was okay nothing special just glad to be back home with you" he smiled against your lips before pressing them to yours in a chaste kiss.

'Then he kissed me by the crystals' played making you grin at the coincidence. "Ironic" kit chuckled pulling away from your lips. "Then he asked me to be his bride, I'll always be right by his side" you sang along your arms around his neck. Kit just smirked letting you enjoy the song. "Dinners ready" you spoke up once the song ended. "Perfect" he whispered.

After dinner you were cleaning the dishes whilst kit got out his work clothes. The radio back on playing throwbacks 'blueberry hill by fats domino' playing, you hummed along it was one the very song that played when you met kit. "For you were my thrill, on blueberry hill" kit entered back into the kitchen singing along, wrapping his strong arms around your waist from behind still singing along, swaying you both gently to the song.

You smiled leaning your head back on his chest, shoulders deflated in comfort. Kit's chin resting on your shoulder peppering soft kisses along your exposed neck. A content sigh left your lips feeling at home with your husband's arms around your waist. "Let's make a baby" kit whispers into your ear, your eyes shot open. Turning your body to face him, arms still around your waist.

"A baby?" You asked unsure if you heard him right. Sure you would adore having a baby with kit but you always assumed if it happens. "Yeah come on, think about it honey a little mini us running around" kit's voice soft and gentle swaying you both to the love songs on the radio.

You thought about it for a moment sure you felt ready to start a family but didn't think kit was just yet. "Are you sure kit it is a huge responsibility" you question, "I'm more than sure, only if you want to have a baby after all it's your body" kit assures. You smile sweetly at your husband nodding your head. "Okay let's try for a baby" you bit your lip.

Kit smiled pressing his lips to yours gingerly making you melt into his lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck once again bringing him closer to you. From the sweet kiss turned heated and passionate, kit leading you both to your shared bedroom with little to no effort. You giggled nearly tripping over each other entering the bedroom.

"Now are you sure about this kit" you asked one more time taking your dress off along with your undergarments. "I'm more than sure, just the thought of you pregnant does things to me" kit groaned laying you gently on the bed, he took his clothes off before climbing on top of you. His lips back on you, your body reacting to his gentle touches, like putty in his hands.

Kit took his hardened erection between your folds using your arousal as a lubricant, slipping inside of you with a groan, your hands gripped onto his biceps a sigh leaving your own plump lips. Your head felt light at the sudden sensation your walls accustomed to his size. Kit peppers your cheek with loving kisses, his eyes were clouded with nothing but love and affection with the faintest hint of lust.

It was like on your wedding night all over again when he was the first person to ever touch you in such a way. Now a new special moment in your life, kit wanted this moment to be as romantic as possible. He retracted his hips starting in a slow passionate pace. Soft sighs left your lips, your hair tossled around the pillows beneath your head. "I love ya so much suga" kit mumbles his rough hand guided your leg over his waist.

"I love you" you panted out running a hand through his chocolatey hair. "I can't wait for us to have a baby" he says his thrusts a little more faster but still as loving as before. You moaned at the sudden quickening pace of his hips. Your walls fluttered around him greedily around him.

Kit already felt close to the edge trying to contain himself for a little longer. Your hips lifted making kit hit that spot to make you come undone for him. "I'm so close" you moaned out your grip tightened around his toned arms. "Me too baby, I'm gonna to fill you up so fucking good" he whispers burying his head in the crook of your neck.

Your breath catches in the back of your throat as the overwhelming force of your release washes over you. “Oh my god” you loudly moan, back arched, nails sinking into kit’s arm triggering his own release. With a low moan kit released inside your velvety walls, not letting a drop go to waste. Your legs shaking with the slight overstimulation.

Once kit was sure he milked every drop of his cum inside you, he pulled out making you whimper at the loss of contact. You felt the mixture of yours and kit’s release drooling down your legs, kit chuckling to himself before grabbing a towel to clean you up. Your legs shaking ever so slightly, his hand running along your leg soothing you.

“You need anything, water?, food?” He asked stroking your cheek. “Just some water please” you replied with a lopsided smile. Kit nodded his head getting your water and discarding the towel. You sat on the bed thinking about the possibility that you created a new life just now. A huge milestone in your marriage, a smile creeping on your lips.

“What’s got you smiling?” Kit entered the room holding the glass of water, mimicking your smile. “Just thinking” you sighed as kit handed you the glass of water, you took a sip as he crawled into bed beside you. “About?” He questioned further. You placed the cold glass on your nightstand getting yourself more comfortable, head resting on his broad chest. “About the fact we’re trying for a baby”.

Kit’s hand stroking your arm, his other arm that’s free resting behind his head, deep in thought. “I know it’s crazy to think” he whispered with the same smile on his lips. “You know”- you turned your body so your chin rested on his chest, kit raised his eyebrow at you for you to continue. “It’s might take a good few tries till we get pregnant”.

“I guess we gotta keep trying then” kit smirks flipping you both over, a laugh erupting from your lips.

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zwhoreo · 9 months

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A fic of Luffy and Reader first meeting please 😍🙏 ( I love how you write Luffy)

tysm !!! <33 this turned out so cute i think

meeting him - luffy x gn!reader

fluff

summary: while watching the ocean on your front steps one evening, you meet a boy named monkey d. luffy. he tells you about his life as a pirate, and teaches you how to skip rocks in the sea

words: 1.6k

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Evening is just around the corner but the sky is still high enough over those clouds on the horizon that there’s warmth on your skin, golden and marinated. You’re sitting on the stone steps of your front garden and watching the waves crash on the white sand in the distance, because it’s warm enough that it’s still worth it to be here, letting the breeze weave your fingers.

Not many people are around at this time of night, the world is peaceful and still, but that’s why your head turns, in curiosity and focus, at the sound of wooden sandals on the sidewalk ahead, a heavy thwacking of aimless stumbling, the horizon bends with a silhouette of a boy walking down the cobble path and looking ahead, dazed, smiling over nothing.

You lock eyes. Large, brown, thoughtless and friendly eyes. You’re captivated and for some reason your heart folds in on itself in a way you can’t quite explain. His features are delicate, oddly beautiful in an unlikely sort of way, a hazel tan and greasy black hair blowing gently in the wind beneath an old, frayed straw hat. He looks like he’s been out at sea for a very long time, but although weathered he’s incredibly youthful, an older teenager, you think. He’s dressed like a pirate, you know this look well, they come into taverns drunk on cheap rum and leer at the young girls, picking fights, you didn’t think there were many good pirates left these days but something about this boy is so profoundly different. He’s not like anyone you’ve ever seen before, in some way you can’t place.

You watch him, keenly interested now, chin resting on your hands. Maybe this is why he comes up to you, crouching so close in front of you, no shyness present in his face. There’s an old scar under his left eye, tight and pale with age.

“Hiya!” His voice is raspy and loud. “You seen my crew anywhere?”

“Your crew? Mm, I don’t know. I haven’t seen anyone come by here for a while.” You find yourself talking differently than usual, not like you normally do with strangers, it’s something in your voice, your annunciation, that catches you off guard.

“Aw, really? There’s a lady with orange hair and this guy and he’s got green hair and three swords and-” He stops in the middle of a frustrated gesticulation when he sees your blank eyes. “Mm. Ok, I’ll go look in town.”

And just like that he gets up to leave. You’re saddened, but you find your words catching in your throat. Don’t leave.

But he pauses a few paces away, turning back after a brief consideration. “Hey, ya got any food? I’m real hungry.”

You look up, breath hitching. Yes, yes, this is something you can do. “Oh, yeah, I just baked some bread, actually. I’ll go get it if you wanna wait here.”

“Ooh! Sounds good. Hey, thanks!” he calls to you warmly, turning back, trotting to your front steps as you go inside.

The bread basket has been cooling on the windowsill, the crust is golden and steam wafts through the room and wets your hands as you pick it up to bring it to him. But when you come outside again he isn’t on your steps, or in your garden, you look around to find him but he isn’t anywhere, not until you step into the road and look over the rock embankment.

There’s the boy, he’s sitting in the white sand and playing with rocks, stacking them in lopsided towers with great intent. You smile when you see him. He isn’t gone. So you climb onto the beach and come to him, he grins casually, like you had been there all along, and his eyes light up when you set the bread in front of him.

“Ahh! This looks soo good!” Before his words are finished he’s already eating messily, he doesn’t care about the sand on his hands, he’s so focused.

You sit by him. You lean in, admiring his face, finally speaking, “I’m [name], by the way.”

“I’m Monkey D. Luffy!” he proclaims with enthusiasm, still not looking up. “It’s good to meet ya!” And he goes back to eating, as if this simple greeting has made you best friends and now everything is solved, but that name is familiar somehow and you like him so much already and you need to know more.

“Are you a pirate?” you ask with a tilted head.

“Mhm!” Luffy says through a mouthful of bread, “and I’m gonna be king of ‘em!”

“Pirate king, huh?” You raise your eyebrows, you’re charmed by him.

“Mm! Do you like the sea, [name]?” You feel like he’s been shifting closer to you, you hear him all around you now, his chewing remains consistent, loud.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s one of the prettiest things in the world,” you say honestly, the waves glitter in front of you, an infinite land-sky, glitter on pearl on galaxy-blue. Sunspots, stars, they twinkle on its surface.

“It’s real fun to be a pirate,” he chirps, finishing the bread and turning to you, his smile is gleaming and his voice is soft but gleeful.

“Yeah? What kinda stuff do you do out there?” You just want to hear him speak more, you realize.

“Ah man, everything! We go on tons of adventures, and we sing, and we get to make new friends wherever we go… and we look for treasure! We’re tryna find the One Piece!”

He returns your enchanted stare. He makes it all sound so easy, taming the cruel sea. His chest rises and falls, breaths heavy with excitement, his hands palm at the sand and hey, he’s really moving closer now, isn’t he? His eyes are so sparkly, it’s impossible to look away from him.

“Wanna skip rocks with me?” he asks before you have time to reply. He’s distracted so easily, reaching happily for his little tower, weighing the smooth gray stone in his hand.

Aren’t you looking for your crew? you want to ask. But you can’t let go of him yet, this mysterious, perfect boy. So instead you say, “sure, if you can teach me. I’m not great at it.”

“You live by the sea and ya can’t skip rocks?” Luffy laughs at you, tossing his stone into the sea with a snap of his wrist, it bounces once, twice, spinning in the air, a battle to fly from the ocean’s hunger, before it’s pulled beneath, disappearing into the surf.

Your hands touch as he gives you a rock, perfectly round and smooth, warmed from his palm. You throw it but your arm falters, it falls with a splash, gone before it could fly, a ripple of a memory left on the water, nothing more. Luffy laughs at you again.

“Nah, that ain’t it, you gotta flick your arm and keep it straight.” He moves close enough where you can feel his breath on your skin, hot and thick. “Mm,” he murmurs in your ear, voice low and ripe, “like this…”

He’s behind you, leaning against you, taking your arm and positioning you for the right sort of throw. His skin feels strange, like warm rubber, but your mind is so clouded with him, with his musky, overpowering scent and the tickle of his hair, you don’t notice much of anything. By accident, for the briefest moment, his salt-dried lips brush your shoulder, this is like lightning within you. But for Luffy this is nothing, it means nothing to him to be this close, it’s just what seems so natural.

You throw again, a smaller rock this time, aided by his hands on your arm. You’re so dizzied by his touch and you expect it to be even worse this time but to your surprise the rock skips once, a single heartbeat.

“See! Ya did it!” Luffy shouts joyfully, slapping you on the back, a little too hard, before pulling you in for a hug.

This is the best hug you’ve ever had. So tight, so warm, he buries his head in your shoulder, his weight nearly knocks you into the sand. You grab him back, by pure instinct, you want this closeness never to leave you.

But in an instant he’s pulled away again, unfazed by his own affection. He adjusts his hat carefully, looking back at the water, face content. He throws and skips one last stone.

“Mh, my crew’s prolly looking for me, huh?” Luffy stands up, dusting off his jeans, tilting his head at you. And then he offers you a hand, pulling you up with him, you’re face to face again and he places a hand firmly on your shoulder and says, “you can come if you want.”

“Huh?”

“On my crew. You can come be a pirate with me!” And again he has that way of saying things so simply. He doesn’t know you, how could he be so sure? But in his eyes you feel so incredibly, impossibly known.

He turns around, ready to walk away down the beach into the dying sunlight, and he turns to you once more and says, “you gonna be here tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I will!” you call to him, and he flashes you a broad smile, a thumbs-up, before running away into the horizon. You know he’ll come back.

Romance isn’t even in your mind. You just have this intense feeling for him, a certain kind of instantaneous love that goes deeper than any of that. You feel bonded, like you’ve never felt before, and you don’t know how it happened. You just stand there in the sand, dazed and misty eyed. You want so desperately to see him again. Deep breaths, calm your body, tonight you’ll have time to dream about what you’ll say.

You could see the world with him. You want to right now, very badly, so why not? Maybe it is that simple.

#luffy x reader #one piece #luffy #luffy x reader fluff #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #luffy fluff #luffy x gn!reader

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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No one else will hear me out so sadly I'm just gonna borrow your ears real quick cause I feel you're the only one who can understand

Mind you, sure you're a sex monkey yeah but hear me out this is shy AF S/O to Dabi

And so you both go to an adult toy shop and no one, no one, NO ONE can see your fucking face all day, because you have it buried into his arm, clutching at his jacket with your claws little quick steps not letting you get far away from him because you're just so embarrassed and ✨ can't ✨ as he just so casually goes about the toy shop, occasionally grabbing something and showing it to you to see if you like it.

almost as if it was a fucking teddy bear what he's showing to you, seeing if it's cute and you want it when in fact, what he's showing you are vibrators, dildos, lubes, and other weird shit.

He's not perverted about it, actually it's as if he's in his natural habitat oddly enough, he's not technical either he just wants to make sure his princess will be happy whenever he can't comply due to being busy with training, missions, or whatever else

No one saw your face that day, no one knows who Dabi be fucking

Your face never left his shoulder unless it was to move to his pit or inside his coat because he needed to move or something

He never complained, maybe a little joke here and there but with the goofiest fucking smile.

He's been dirtier in a fucking restaurant than a fucking sex shop, because this man legit did not try to shame you at no point

He's saving those remarks for when you put those toys to WORK, be it over the PHONE or he just watches right there

🐗🐗🐗

I will hear you out until the moment I give my last breath on this earth👹 I love your ideas so fucking much please I’m so lucky to be blessed by your mind

Dabi x Reader MDNI +18

“Let’s go shopping today, what do you say baby?” he asks, tapping your thigh to get your attention. His question took you off guard, Dabi wasn’t the one who’d suggest to go shopping, ever. Maybe finally he decided to change his damn closet for the first time.

“Sure thing! Where are we going?” you chirped excitedly, and he chuckled softly.

“You’ll see soon enough doll”

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No way in hell could you believe where you were right now, the moment both of you entered the shop (which he didn’t even let you read the name of the shop but instead he dragged you in immediately), your mouth fell open and you felt your face getting hot.

“Hm? What is it?” Dabi asks nonchalantly, but there was a slight teasing tone in his voice. The bastard was clearly amused with the dumb look on your face, visibly flustered and awkward, and the way you clinged on his arm the moment the shop owner looked at you both. What a shy little thing, he thought.

“Dabi, why are we even here?!” you mumbled, feeling yourself sweating from embarrassment and he chuckled.

“I’m just here to get you some stuff doll. We’ll be out in one minute, no big deal at all right?” he responded, going through the aisles and looking at various of toys and many other pleasurable things. He found a butt plug with a pink heart stone, before turning at you.

“Would you look at this, imagine how cute that pretty ass of yours would look like if I put this in you. The perfect view when you bend over am I right?” he said casually, studying the metallic item and you hid your face on his shoulder.

“Dabi stop!!” you whined, he always had a way of making you so flustered you’d almost pass out. And you loved hated it.

“Awwh c’mon, I need opinions when I’m shopping. I also give you my opinions when you buy those cute little dresses, don’t I?” he chuckled, before continuing to look at the other toys, not bothered at all, casually humming and studying each toy, imagining how all of them would make you feel.

“We gotta try this” he smiled, showing you a clit sucking vibrator and you widened your eyes. “Even though I’d rather suck that clit of yours myself, I still wanna see some show”

Dead. You were absolutely dead. Dabi was holding some kind of dildo which seemed way too big, and his eyes shifted at you.

“This will fit right?”

In that exact same moment another couple passed by, looking at the two of you and the dildo on Dabi’s hand, and they gave you a knowing look.

“God I hate you..” you giggled, hitting Dabi’s chest while your face remained flushed.

“Ease up doll, nothing to be ashamed of. That’s what this shop is for. All I care about is your pleasure” he kissed your forehead. “And my satisfaction” he winked. Experimenting with toys has never been something that you’d done before, but with Dabi you were willing to try anything. The thought of him playing with your pussy and putting those toys in use, had you drenched the whole time that you were in that shop.

#B.writes #🐗🐗🐗anon #dabi #touya todoroki #mha dabi #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #touya x reader #touya x y/n #dabi smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut

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eeveebitches · 8 months

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balcony. || Roman Roy

Pairing: Roman Roy x F!Reader

Summary: You're Roman's sad assistant, Roman is your comforting boss. There's something unspoken, too.

Word count: 1.685

The harsh autumn wind bites at the skin exposed by your party dress, leaving goosebumps in its wake. It's times like these where you curse yourself for your 'the jacket ruins the outfit' mentality. Sure, the moment you wanna go home you can step into a cozy Uber. But this jacket-less lifestyle doesn't support emotional breakdowns on balconies.

You're not sure why you feel the way you do. Maybe it's just life-- too much and too little, constant scratching and clawing just to get out of bed. Or maybe it's this dress, and the fact it just doesn't look as good on you as it used to look. Maybe it's the fact that you're lonely, no matter how much time you spend with others.

"Are you thinking of killing yourself? Because that's, like, lame." Your head turns for some reason, as if it isn't immediately clear to you that it's Roman. "Only a little bit," you weakly chuckle out, turning back to look at the view. Small lights blinking from high to low, desperate to shine through the darkness.

Roman wordlessly walks to stand next to you, although he turns his back to the view. He leans on the old, marble railing, hands tucked in his pockets for only a moment before he pulls them out again.

He's clearly nervous. Emotions aren't on the forefront for him, and the dysfunction of his upbringing definitely hasn't made him capable of handling yours any time, either. But his hands clasp and unclasp, his eyes blink rapidly, and with a single sentence he dives into the deep end.

"So are you, uh, okay?"

Your breathing stills at the question. Suddenly the cold air blows into your eyes, and now suddenly it's making you tear up. Damn the cold air for making you look weak. "Yeah, I just... I don't know," you mumble out, carelessly wiping your eyes, any make-up you had on now smudged. From the corner of your sight you can see Roman's eyes widen. His head starts darting around, like he's searching for something in the air, as he hesitates in his next actions.

He takes a single step. A small one, for sure, but the step is to get closer to you. One leg over the other, and now his arm is touching yours. "D'you wanna... talk?" You shrug, still mindlessly staring out in front of you as Roman struggles to think of ways he can show he does care about your feelings, even if he wouldn't outwardly admit it.

"Wanna be my therapist?" You laugh bitterly as you say it, to which Roman cracks an uneasy smile. "Sounds like a fun time, maybe even a little hot. Doctor, patient, stuck in a room for way too long," he tells you, carrying a nonchalant grin.

As always, he makes you laugh. "And a therapy couch to have crazy monkey sex on. I'm into it." Roman's grin grows at that, teeth peeking out as he finally turns to look into the night as well. "Soooo, what, is the party so bad you're considering suicide?" You roll your eyes at him with a light smile, which he happily reciprocates. "You're on the right fuckin' path, though, since their wine tastes like the aftermath of a grape juice enema," he groans out, eyes squeezed shut in faux annoyance.

With each smile you give him, he feels more secure. Like his feet are properly tied onto the ground, instead of floating out into the empty cold of space. "I'm just sad is all, Romes. Not about the shit wine, though, I haven't even had any tonight."

"Seriously? I thought that guy from the app company sent you a drink. He wanted to get into your panties bad, you do know that, right?" He tries not to come over as jealous, since this is your moment of vulnerability, but you can tell he is by the way he runs a shaky hand through his hair. All you do is shrug in response. "Didn't accept it."

He cackles, which makes you smile. "You stone-cold bitch. Poor guy's gonna jerk himself off as he cries, and you show no mercy?"

Another shrug from you, and another laugh from him. His laughter dies down quickly when he sees the change in your expression. There's a quiet somberness to it. The kind that brought him back to his childhood, uniforms and broken mirrors.

He hates that somberness on you.

"Seriously, what's up? You're all quiet and fuckin' depressed, it's giving me the heebie jeebies." Your head doesn't turn to Roman as you prepare to speak. You keep your eyes on the twinkling lights of the buildings far away from you. Twinkles of humans who are just as awake, and possibly just as solemn as you are. "It's these parties. They just kinda highlight my loneliness, it's... it's just a bit much tonight," you sigh out, head not moving an inch.

You don't bother looking at Roman's face. It's most definitely a melancholic one, eyes round and glassy with his eyebrows slightly knotted. "You have me," he mumbles out, and despite his weak attempt at making it sound humorous, you both know it fell flat. He's too desperate for you to acknowledge that for it to be funny.

"I know I do."

A silence falls between the two of you as you both stare out. Roman's arm is still flush against yours, a lick of heat that's so miniscule yet so warming to you.

He's thinking of something, anything, to say to you. Something that'll comfort you like you always comfort him. But how can he copy the eye contact you make across a room, or the hug you always give him where you squeeze his shoulders extra tight? Nothing he could say could ever carry the nurture your perfume carries for him.

"You don't have to say anything, Romes, just... be here with me?"

Roman stills. His hands stop fiddling, and his eyes stop darting around, searching for an anchor point to help him stay ashore. He lets out a heavy sigh, before grabbing your hand and tugging you with him. "C'mon," he mumbles, not daring to look at your expression, "let's go home."

There's something far too domestic about how he texts his driver with one hand while the other one holds onto yours. Like you're not his underpaid assistant, or his closest friend, but instead his partner. Your mind floods with images of his apartment flooded with your things, and Sundays together in bed.

The two of you weave through the crowd. Roman speaks for the both of you every time someone tries to speak to either of you, probably to ask why you're leaving so early. He simply throws a 'fuck off' their way as he continues leading you to the exit.

The taxi is somehow already standing there. "Let's ditch this shitty granny orgy," he chuckles out. He's clearly just as nervous as you are about the implication of whatever is happening now, but he doesn't hesitate in sitting snugly against you in the car. You let your head fall onto his shoulder. A heavy sigh escapes you, the kind that felt like it had been in your lungs for years.

"Just so you know, I didn't do groceries." You huff out a small laugh. "I told you to start doing them though," you mumble against his shoulder. His head falls to lean against yours, digging his nose into your hair. "I know, I'm just really fucking stubborn, like, all the time," he mumbles back.

This makes you laugh a little harder. He laughs too, content in your proximity to him. It felt right, sharing body heat. The car stops, and as the two of you step out Roman grabs your hand again. He doesn't let go, not even when unlocking his door.

Your hands disconnect to let Roman remove and hang up his jacket. He scurries to his bedroom, leaving you to take in his apartment. You've been in it plenty of times, but never like this. Never in a way that made it feel like home.

Roman returns, already changed into a sweater and loose pants. He hands you some clothes, as well, head nudging you towards his bedroom. "It's all oversized, because my pecs are fucking huge and stretch my clothes out," he jokes, flexing his muscles as if he can't hear his blood flow in his ears.

With a sheepish grin you head to his bedroom and change. You try not to dwell on how constant Roman's scent now is, or how you're pretty sure he uses the same fabric softener as you. Instead, you call out his name, thoughtlessly throwing yourself into his bed.

He bites back a quip, and silently enters the bed to lay next to you. It's like there's no air in the room as you lay your head on his stomach, your arms carefully wrapping around his waist. Gently, he strokes your hair, other hand swung over you, keeping you as close as you can be.

Roman's body stiffens at the first sniffles. Your tears roll down your cheeks, but you don't let out any sobs. He pulls you up, and tightly wraps his arms around you. Only when your head is buried in Roman's shoulders, you let out a strangled cry. You convulse in Roman's hold, shivering despite the warmth he's giving you.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm here," he whispers as he keeps his hold on you strong, lightly rocking from side to side. There's a lump in his throat as he listens to you gently weeping. You, out of all people, shouldn't ever have to feel this way.

As you quiet down, only letting out the occasional hiccup, Roman lightly pulls you to look at him. He cradles your face with his hands, shakily wiping your wet cheeks with his thumbs as he tries to think of anything to say.

"If you need a salary raise, let me know."

A hoarse laugh escapes your throat. You smile through your tears, and Roman smiles back.

"I think I'd like that."

#roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #succession #succession hbo #roman #romulus roy #roman roy #female reader #succession fanfic #hbo succession

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nekohime19 · 9 days

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Mini Mac #9 : Befriending the feral lil guy

Macaque finally recognized that Wukong is kinda his friend! Wukong's efforts paid off, 😌

The flowers were beginning to bloom through the frost of winter and the first hint of warmth crawled beneath the thick grayish sky of the cold season. Spring was on its way, and thus Macaque's hibernation (if you could call it like that) was coming to an end. The black-furred monkey fastened the bags around his body and stepped outside of the stone mansion, he breathed in the soft sweet-scented air of the water-curtain cave and began to wander. First, he climbed the nearby peach-tree growing beside the mansion and perched himself in the highest branch. He liked to see the cave from one of the highest points; it enabled him to see which trees were bearing fruits and where the flowers were blooming. Macaque didn't need much fruit, contrary to many other seasons spent on his own, now the black-furred monkey had a friend (of some sorts) bringing him food on a daily basis. Even if some parts of him were still suspicious of the golden monkey intentions, he had to admit that the sage had paved a way inside of his heart as a friend. Macaque never had friends before, he didn't know how to act around one. He indulged the King at times, conversing with him, but he still felt awkward most of the time.

The black-furred monkey ripped one of the nearby leaves and jumped out of his branch, he used the leaf as his personal parachute and, quite elegantly, landed in the corner he was eyeing seconds ago. He took some flower petals, specifically the one he used to create his sleeping powder and stored them in his bag. He was so focused on his endeavor he failed to notice the fuzzy fur-ball watching him, hidden in the high grass.

“Ghost!” Macaque flinched and turned around, he crossed eyes with a familiar cub, Yue if he recalled correctly. She was looking at him with stars in her eyes, her tail wagging uncontrollably.

“How did you…” Macaque was surprised, he didn't see anyone in this corner. Yue chirped, the kind that didn't truly mean anything but held a strong sense of happiness and excitement. Surprisingly enough, she didn't touch him, perhaps Sun Wukong told her not to. If there was one person those troublesome fur-balls listened to it was their King. “Calm down, calm down.” Panicked the macaque. Yue stopped chirping and looked at him intently. “Alright, what do you want?”

“She wants to play.” Macaque startled and looked up. Sun Wukong was leaning over them with a smirk on the edge of his smile. “I came over when I heard lil Yue's chirps.” Explained the sage when he caught sight of Macaque's confused face. “So, do you wanna play with her?” Carefully asked the sage, he crouched down before them and scratched lil Yue's chin, the cub leaned in his touch eagerly. Macaque opened his mouth, ready to refuse, he didn't like cubs, they were loud. But he finds himself unable to once he saw Wukong's hopeful face and lil Yue's puppy dog eyes.

“Maybe a little, but not for long, I have other things to do.” Sun Wukong brightened considerably, he translated Macaque's words to lil Yue and she exploded in joyful chirps. “So… what should I do?” Macaque has never been around other monkeys much, at least not in an intimate way. He knew their tongues, there were few languages he hadn't heard of, but he wasn't familiar with their customs and their behaviors. Sun Wukong kindly took lil Yue on his lap and calmed her with a few scratches.

“Hm, I think she just wants to touch you for a bit, if that's alright. Also, something about shadows?” Macaque was impressed by Sun Wukong's ability to understand lil Yue's chewed chirps, the only one he recognized was “Ghost”. Sun Wukong took lil Yue's paws and tried to entice the black-furred monkey with little waves. Macaque rolled his eyes but he approached cautiously. He sat before the cub and put one of his hands in her chubby paws, she squealed in joy and kindly squeezed it. He let her mess with his hands a bit before retrieving them and manipulating the nearby shadows. He created little animals made of darkness and made them play with each other. When he looked up both lil Yue and Sun Wukong were intently watching, pupils dilated and tails wagging.

“Why are you both looking like that?” Asked Macaque with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothing, just… I didn't know you could do that. It's amazing!” Cheered the King as lil Yue clapped with stars filled eyes.

“It's nothing.” Mumbled the black-furred monkey with flushed cheeks.

“What, no ! It's so cool, I have never seen this before.” Argued the sage. “Lil Yue agrees with me.” Added Sun Wukong as he petted the excited cub. Macaque looked away, ears flickering in joy. He didn't showed this type of shadow magic often. When he tried to showed it, at the time he lived outside of Flower Fruit Mountain, people cowered. After all, shadow magic was often feared for its mysterious nature. So it was odd to be praised, to see his art (if he could call it like that) being liked.

“W-well, I could show you more… I have a few other tricks…” Shyly proposed the black-furred monkey.

“Really!? Please do!” Cheered the King, he settled the cub more comfortably in his lap and eagerly leaned over the macaque.

Macaque took a deep breath and gathered the nearby shadows. When he looked up and found both monkeys watching with smiles on their lips, he felt happy.

+cut scenes

Yue *chirps excitedly about Macaque* : 😆

SWK : I know you wanna see him again but Macaque is a cautious one. 😔

Yue *chirps sadly* : 🥺

SWK *Who cannot handle sad baby faces* : Okay, okay, try to not startle if you see him. Don't touch him. Maybe then he'll be…more inclined to be friends.

Yue : 😊

Yue *bragging about being able to see Macaque's magic* : 😆

Others cubs : 😯

Macaque : why do I feel like I'm being watched? 🤔

Others cubs *hiding and following him around*: 🫣

#shadowpeach #lmk #mini mac au #shadowpeach fanfic #Wukong efforts paid off #Cubs are adorable fur-balls #Macaque is a feral cat that both Wukong and Yue tries to befriend

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quitealotofsodapop · 1 month

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When Yuebei wad born, Wukong most CERTAINLY went into a medical coma as well. Like, no joke... in Century Egg au, Wukong had gone into labor with potentially he best case scenario and still almost died... wit Yuebai in Slowboiled we've got a Wukong who's been several centuries overdue, had his magic literally running on empty during time, the moment he gets even somewhat decent he then gets strapped to a web and used as a battery, only to then have a madrush that took at minimum the better part of a month and was most likely more to find a weapon, then his powers were fucking short circuited in a magic barrier and then drained even more. Another madrush this time being pushed by his own deceased mate who he is fairly certain hates him and wants him dead, burned by Samhadi Fire, fought an ice with, and then possessed by said ice witch and forced to be used as a weapon against his own troupe, his own adopted cub and mate included. And only AFTER all that he ended up going into labor in some random campsight xD

Thats a good point to bring up.

Another major distinction is that Yuebei (SlowBoiled) was present for many of Wukong's experiences along the Journey, and literally ate the entire soul of ancient being just before she was born. Wukong likely only survives birthing Yuebei because she fully consumed another being's dao (LBD) instead of his own.

And even with Macaque at his side at last, Wukong is still running on empty once the Egg is born. Yuebei is probably still hangs out in her shell for a while before hatching from all the physical/mental stress her parent just went through.

In the meantime, Wukong has disconnected from the chat and has to do a major recharge before he can start waking up again. It really scares the gang at first, but Guanyin manages to soothe their worries that Wukong's physical reaction is super normal given the circumstances.

He just eepy, give him a few minutes days.

MK: "What about the egg itself? Does it take super long to hatch?" Guanyin (honestly doesn't know): "I'll... get back to you on that." Macaque, ears fluttering happily: "Don't worry. Cub's ok for now, she's just being lazy." MK: "How can you tell?" Macaque: *points at his ears and then to the Egg, smiling wide* "She snores like Wukong does." Yuebei, safetly in Egg: *tiny snoring sounds*

It's also part of the reason Macaque is super cuddly of Wukong before and after the Egg arrives. Stone Monkey instincts tell him to provide as much warmth and emotional support as possible to his mate and his immediate troop members.

Macaque would even sacrifice his own life energy/dao to ensure Wukong survives Yuebei's arrival.

If Guanyin didn't point out something super off about his own body.

Guanyin, doing a check-up on Wukong: "Liu'er Mihou - when where you buried?" Macaque, confused: "Buried? The heck you talking about? When I died I'm pretty sure my whole body got dragged into the Underworld." Guanyin, eyes widening: "Oh-no." Macaque: "What oh-no?" Guanyin: *performs a small spell on Macaque's stomach. Two distinct egg-shaped silhouettes appear* Macaque: *struck silent* Guanyin: "It appears that the Lady Bone Demon physically taking you into her Realm, and likely beneath the earth, caused your body to respond in the same manner as Wukong's when he was buried by the Buddha's hand." Macaque: *pokes stomach* "...why is there two?" Wukong, groggily after days of medical coma: "Two what??" Macaque & Guanyin: *shrieks of joy!*

Yuebei hatches shortly thereafter, causing greater celebration amongst the little troop. Macaque decides to tackle his problem later.

#slow boiled stone egg au #sun wukong #pregnancy tw #stone egg talk #lmk aus #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #shadowpeach #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk guanyin

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jamneuromain · 5 months

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Wild Child Chapter. 5

Series Summary:

As the granddaughter of the sole Duke in your country, you know that you were going to marry some douche prince, because it is the only way to solidify the grasp the future king has on the Upper House. On the flight home, you come up with a brilliant plan to defy your upcoming matrimony.

Bringing a random man to your grandfather's place, and say you have a boyfriend already.

"Is there anything else I should know about? Before I meet your family?" Ari cocks his head to the side, watching you adjusting your cerulean Valentino dress when you wave your hand dismissively.

"Just say we're in love and help me get out of marrying this D-bag."

Ari Levinson x You

#i didn't know he is my fiance-douchebag-prince

#when i did, it was too late

It was not the first time that he met you, while on the plane. Ari jogged his memory by going through the photobooks (back when printed photos and digital cameras were a thing, Christ, he sounded like someone from the 70s). He stared at a small photo which had you and him on it. It was the only photo of the two of you, at the start of the royal ball, where he was ordered by his family to act like a prince and agree to all photos taken for him.

Ari flipped to the next page, where people gathered at the end of the ball to take a picture together. He saw your father right next to his father, both smiling as fake as possible. But he couldn’t find you in this picture.

Where had you been?

That ball happened a decade ago, when you had just reached your teen years and he was ending them. Looking back at his early twenties, He wrote essays about the burden of the king, and why people should vote for a functioning government rather than rooting for the royal family. Ari knew that he despised the monarchy back then, even though he was a prince.

Naturally, he was just as obnoxious regarding the planned marriage. Attending his coronation and the celebration ball with reluctance, he tried his best to maintain a stoic expression when his parents – the King and Queen – nudged him to smile and wave.

“I need a breather.” He grumbled as soon as the guests started dancing, ducked from his mother’s hand and slipped out from behind the curtains, turning a blind eye to his mother’s warning glare, stepping into the royal garden.

He hated the fucking crown. He hated the photo shoot before the ball that made him look like a monkey up for display. He hated the first dance with his mother which made him feel like he was a 6-year-old boy. He hated his fiancé who was allegedly six years younger than him, which means when he was starting his sophomore year at the University of Ancetol, she had just finished her 8th grade.

How on earth could he marry a fucking child?

He mumbled these questions to himself, but they travelled in his head and returned with no answer as he ventured further into the royal garden, surrounded by bushes and trees, in the middle of a small track.

“I know. It’s unimaginable.” Spoke a voice from his left softly, “You’re Ari, right? I’ve heard about the plan to arrange a marriage between you and the Y/L/Ns.”

Ari turned his head in your direction. He vaguely remembered you had taken photos together, meaning you were either a daughter of the ministers and ambassadors, or one of the young kids from the noble family.

Ari hummed, neither confirming nor denying what you said.

You didn’t look rejected by his indifferent gesture, merely opening the little purse in your hand and extending it to him, “Want some mini-burgers? I snuck them from the tables just now.”

Ari led you to a stone bench in the corner, facing the roses and tulip bushes, where you shared the slightly squished mini-burgers in your purse in silence. Faint music of the ball could be heard, but people were too busy to mingle, he guessed, that no one bothered to enjoy the clear moonlight and the beauty of the Royal Garden.

You patted the crumbs from your sparkling dress and stretched your arms and legs, untangling the buckle from your high heels before landing on the pebbled ground with your bare feet.

A few simple movements made Ari close to smiling. Glad to know he was not the only one who found the royal rules a huge pain in the ass – or in your case, feet. You looked like a kid, really, no younger than ten but definitely not as mature as a 20-year-old. Maybe somewhere around 13?

“Your parents set you up with someone else too?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You sighed, “My father said it’s all for the best, but…”

“But?”

“He’s full of bullshit.” You swatted the invisible dust from the hem of your pink fluffy dress, “And I don’t believe him.”

Perhaps it was the food that you shared, having Ari feel like he was some kind of big brother, somewhat obligated to help, to resonate with your worry, “It’s probably wrong for me to say this, but have you thought about running away?”

You scoffed, eyeing him with a strange expression on your face, “I have no money, no skill to support me, and no connections that I can use and get away with. I’m 15, you can’t be serious about trying to persuade a teen to run away from her home.”

Damn, he sounded like a creepy kidnapper.

“Have you ever thought about running away?” You asked.

“All the time.” Ari let out a dry chuckle, “Can’t, though.”

“Let me guess, your skill set is too custom-made for being a Prince?” You cocked your head to your side, lifting the corner of your lips.

“Something like that, yeah.” Ari spared a glance in your direction. He didn’t notice that he was smiling too, which was … weird.

It felt odd, to have his spirits lifted so easily. Like you were meant to be close.

Ari felt like you were meant to be family. Brother and sister.

He’d love to have a sister like you.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” You flipped your carefully styled hair to the back, looking into his clear blue eyes under the moonlight, “Go ahead.”

“Do you know Y/N Y/L/N?”

His face burned for a moment. Deep down, he knew he should have met his fiancé and not probing answers from someone he had just met for fifteen minutes. But he’d rather have a fresh pair of eyes who could provide something more than the standard answer, “a proper lady”.

“Yes.” You lowered your head, so that he couldn’t see your widening eyes, filled with panic. If your thoughts could make noises, it’d be blasting sirens all over the Royal Palace by now.

“What’s she like?” His question grew more hastened. It was rumoured that his fiancé spent most of her childhood on the outskirts of Ancetol, and had recently moved back to the family house downtown. He missed the first few balls and banquets in which she took part, resulting in never meeting his future wife in the 20 living years of his life, and he was frightened over the possibility that his fiancé was indeed a “proper lady”, which scared him more than if his fiancé has eight legs like a spider (Don’t laugh, he once had a terrible nightmare about his spider-fiancé when he was 15).

“Do you want the truth or a lie?”

Your question caught him off guard. Noticing that you were not looking at him, Ari furrowed his eyebrows and answered, “Truth, please.”

Hope Mr. Prince will like the truth then, “She’s … stubborn. A thick-head, if you will.”

“Sounds like you don’t like her.” Joked Ari.

“I don’t. And she’s not a Princess material.” The first two words sounded heavy in your mouth, which was why you lowered your voice and continued the vile comments you plastered all over your image – your image as his future wife.

“What, you are?” Ari threw the question back to you.

“No.” You sighed softly, your nails fumbling with the diamond necklace around the base of your throat.

“Then what are you?”

Call Ari intrigued, but he did want to know you better. At least he wanted to know you better than his future wife. Hell, maybe he would ask you for your company at later events such as royal dinners and celebrations.

Considering that he still had zero clue as to who you were, you answered with sincerity, dropping a slice of sarcasm here and there, “A rebel, a black sheep, a wild child.”

“Wild?” Asked Ari in a tone of disbelief.

“My parents want me to study Art History – Hey, don’t get me wrong,” You raised your hands, a gesture of peace-making, when you heard him snorting out a laugh, “I love art and painting and stuff, but I love debating more. I want to be one of those sharp-minded broadcasters in the future, or reporters, taking down bad guys.”

The faint music of On the Beautiful Blue Danube reached Ari’s ears. As reluctant as he was, reacting to this music, knowing that it signalled the ball coming to an end after the next song, he must put this lovely conversation to a halt.

“I’m afraid that’s my cue.” He grimaced at the waltz piece, standing up from the stone bench. His legs were slightly numb from sitting still in the same position for too long, but he didn’t mind. The little fragment of time where he could let go of the prince’s duty was precious and worthwhile. Sadly, he had to pick the duty up again. “Would you like a dance?” His eyes lit up, and he extended a hand to you. It would be a brilliant defiance to his father and mother, dancing with someone who was not his fiancé.

“Maybe next time.” You shook his hand as if turning a blind eye to the gesture of starting a waltz, “Nice to meet you.” You lifted the hem of your dress and made a curtesy, “Your Royal Highness.”

After that, you turned your back towards him, put on your heels, and disappeared into the trees and bushes of the Royal Garden.

He hadn’t seen you since.

Ari knew now that while he was studying at the University of Ancetol, you had applied for your undergraduate programme abroad. After that, he was dispatched to the Army to serve the country and also learn about the skills to command soldiers during battle.

By then, you had started your graduate programme at UCLA.

He seemed to have missed every event you attended, and vice versa.

Until now.

Putting the photobook back into place, Ari strode to the full-length mirror in the closet room, checking the two suits he had in mind to wear for today. Your text had sprung on Ari last night, informing him that your father has requested to see him, catching Ari completely off guard.

The business casual navy blue one, or the formal black one.

He did not want to intimidate your father, though that was what he preferred, knowing that your father treated you terribly because of this engagement. And the sudden “meeting” your father demanded was, without question, not your idea, or you would have warned him.

Or was that your purpose all along?

Maybe your father, after Ari called, thought you were joking about the new boyfriend? Maybe your father did not buy your carefully woven lie after all?

Ari threw these doubts to the back of his head, and finally decided upon the business casual one.

By the side of the large mirror stood a small table with a few things on it. His family ring - the golden crest with a lion, spear, and shield, a bottle of cologne he preferred, a folder with almost all of your information since birth (it might sound creepy, but you gave it to him), and last but not least, the to-be presents he had for you.

A small bouquet of roses, or a sapphire necklace.

The problem was, that he could not hold both gifts at the same time, while he was hoping that he would deliver his gift as a surprise.

A blonde emerged by the door to this closet space, clearing her throat, indicating her arrival.

"Do you think she'd appreciate the flowers more? Or this sapphire necklace?"

Ari consulted Rachel, his head security, who was standing by the door with her hand crossed. She could easily be mistaken as a statue if it weren't for her breathing.

"I think she would appreciate whatever you prepared for her, Your Highness."

"Less official answer, please." Ari shot her a pointed look.

Rachel sighed deeply.

Ballenia was going to be ruined by this hopelessly romantic and that cluster-fuck of a noble family.

"Based on the intel - the more sparkly one." Rachel pointed towards the velvet box on the table.

Despite the fact that you were raised away from your father and grandfather, you never lacked any material upbringing. You went to the best schools, the best universities, and had some of the best teachers the royal family could find for your education as a future Princess. Whenever you went out shopping for some gala, banquet, or ball, the jewellery store would be the first stop to visit – you liked sparkly gems and stones indeed.

And this necklace that he chose, with a dewdrop-shaped sapphire pendant and a ring of diamonds surrounding it, would look marvelous to go with your dress.

Still, he could not shake the feeling that you would appreciate the roses as well.

The roses seemed cheap and cliché, while the necklace seemed sparkly and expensive.

He should have gone with the necklace, right?

To guarantee his safety, Rachel had two other cars escorting His Royal Highness’s vehicle while she flew a helicopter over his head. Due to Ari’s protest, she did not come along as she was supposed to – in case you recognized this dutiful Royal guard, and as a result, him, Ari argued – but chose her dutiful second-in-command, a man named Ethan to be Ari’s temporal bodyguard slash driver.

Ethan was just as quiet as Rachel on the way to your home.

It was an ancestral building since the 1800s and took quite a few renovations to be as modern as it could. However, your family was on the verge of losing the house around the 1950s, until your grandfather made a deal with Ari’s grandfather, helping him to stabilize the Upper House, and in return, asked for a marriage for one of his children.

You were waiting by the fountain in front of the house when Ari stepped out of his car, wearing a blue dress tailored to your shape.

“Morning.” You welcomed him with a warm hug, whispering, “Have to keep up the pretences. My father is probably watching by the window right now.”

“Morning.” His hand landed on your back with a soft pat, chuckling, “What do we have today, Miss. Girlfriend?”

You took a step back, quickly shoving a velvet box into his pocket, “The usual. Family drama, that sort of thing.” You eyed his bulging pocket as subtly as possible, “A watch. Give it to me after we meet my father. Shall we?” You gestured towards the house.

“One second.” Ari returned to his car, fishing the rose bouquet and the necklace from the backseat, and presented you the necklace first, “A gift.”

Ari popped open the larger velvet box with care, dazzling you with the necklace.

You blinked, stunned at first but quickly shook your head, refusing the gift, “You really don’t have to. We agreed that-”

“But I want to.”

The answer slipped out way faster than his brain could process, Ari added hastily, “I know what we agreed upon, it’s just that…”

After spending years learning how a diplomat and a proper prince would talk, Ari, for the first time in his life, was speechless, in front of someone he barely knew.

He wanted to give her something that could belong to her, not that the watch she prepared couldn’t, yet there was a minor difference that he perceived. The necklace was something he could have a say, something that looked good on you, he was certain, but different, from the watch.

He wanted you to have it, no matter if the marriage works out or not, even though this piece of jewellery could be interpreted by you – supposedly his real identity was unmasked – as bribery.

… a faint proclamation that he cared. He cared about you.

Thousands of thoughts ran through his head, but Ari simply said, “Considering what you offered, I’ve been taking your advantage.”

You raised your eyebrows, dragging your tone lazily, “So this is your getting even?”

“This is my thank you.” He murmured, making up his mind to shove this stupid necklace into your bag if given the chance. Or throw it in the darkest corner of the Palace. Whichever comes first.

Not intending on dwelling for long, he pulled the bouquet of roses out of thin air, twitching the corner of his lips.

“And the other thank you.”

You gasped in surprise, the twinkle in your eyes was visible like the sun in the sky, shining brightly.

You hugged the roses into your arms, dipping your chin to feel the soft pedals caressing your skin, blooming a large smile on your face.

“I like it.” You watched as he reciprocated your smile, your voice faint as the teary glint in your eyes, “I like it a lot.”

A sharp inhale and the water in your eyes evaporated. You held the roses in your arm, and made sure every hair on top of your head stayed in place, trying to present the best in you before your father.

"Is there anything else I should know about? Before I meet your family?" Ari cocked his head to the side, watching you adjusting your cerulean Valentino dress when you waved your hand dismissively.

"Just say we're in love and help me get out of marrying this D-bag."

“Where have you been?” Queen Olivia, his mother, hissed in his ear, “You got me worried sick – Hello, thank you for coming. It is a great pleasure to have you here.” Forcing her face to form an impeccable smile as another guest approached and bid her and King Victor good night.

“A stroll in the garden. I came back, didn’t I?” Young Ari challenged her nerves when the Queen clenched her fists, “Anyway, I met -”

Fuck, he forgot your name. He forgot to ask. Well, he’d ask when you come up in front, to bid the King and Queen good night.

A servant whispered by the queen’s side. His mother glared daggers at him, announcing with a tone sharper than usual, “… Prince Ari’s suit has been stained; therefore, he went to another room in the palace to clean up just now.”

Behind one of the pillars of the ballroom, masked by the loud waltz, where the Royal family could neither see nor hear, your father slapped you hard across the face, “Filthy little liar. You heard that? The prince was changing his outfit just now. God knows what pig you have been flinging yourself to. Fucking imbecile, I gave you one simple task…”

He ordered one of the servants to bring you to his limo, for you had nearly disgraced and embarrassed him, while he straightened his tie and went greeting the Royal family.

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1poda · 4 months

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Eepy

Warm fingertips rubbed at stinging eyelids that wished to lower, for even just a moment, but with the ongoing party it would prove to be a bit difficult.

Boa Hancock, yes the same Princess and Warlord who fought against the Navy in Marinefold and ruled over an island of women, had found her way to the Straw Hat ship and thus the party ensued.

But it had been a few days since you slept properly, and the energy of your friends could only charge your social battery for so long.

Voices raised in cheers as Ussop danced on the table, waving an erratic hand at your leaning form in the distance and you lifted your own weakly Only for it to turn inward to smother a yawn.

Every second passing felt like sand was filling your body, one grain at a time.

You pushed yourself from your corner to dip past Boa's crewmates and your own, slipping by a boozy Nami who attempted to pull you into the conversation. "Sorry, what was that?" you shrugged your arms loosely, backward steps taking you farther from her reaching grasp "I can't hear you"

An eepy smile split your lips in two until you near flattened into the Snake Princess herself, she didn't seem too impressed at your dripping form "You're lucky my darling Luffy is your Capitan"

"Yeah, he sure is great" A familiar feeling swelled below your breast as a dopey smile spread across your cheeks. Boa's eyes scanned you until cheerful laughter grew close and tanned hands grabbed onto your shoulders from behind, the rubber noise closing in till Luffys weight smacked against your strong back. Very used to his accidental tackling.

"Hey guys! What's goin' on over here!" Luffy asked, wrapping his stretchy limbs around you and pressing his warm cheek against yours "We playin' a gaaaaaame?"

Oh god, if Boa could she'd probably turn you into stone, grind you up, and sell you on the streets as one of Caesar's newest drugs.

Your hands reached for Luffy's wrists and you released yourself from the Monkey boy's hold "Actuallllyy BOA! Has something really cool to talk to you about!"

Luffy turned to the oozing Warlord, the princess raised her hands to her chees and shook her head at the mere coincidence. Her darling must be here to prove his love for her, of course!

The pirate king-to-be could stand still for only so long, and with all that blushing going on it didn't seem like Boa was gonna tell him that cool thing you were talking about any time soon. Speaking of, where did you go?

You were right here, when did he let you go?

Luffy turned on his spot a few times, and then a few times more. Which way?

The door to the Dorms clicked and Luffy's ear flinched.

Wriggling fingers scratched at the back of your head as another yaw widened your mouth, the heavy breath caving your chest as dry lips smacked against each other "Man, Franky really outdid himself with these walls"

You'd never think there was a party's worth of Pirates littered on the other side. You could still hear their muffled talk but soon you'd be met with silence, just a few more dull steps and you could collapse into one of the boy's hammocks or one of the girl's double beds- whichever door your grasp made it to first.

A cold nob filled the cup of your palm but the flip of flops flapped through the empty hall air, "Heeeey You" Luffy called with a cheeky grin "Where you headin' to? The party's the other way"

"Well..." you hummed, releasing the oval handle and leaning your back against the door "Let's say I'm a little partied out for now"

Your Capitan's head cocked. Suddenly recalling that you'd been on the night shift for a while, yet you still kept up with the crew's manic days and random Marine jumpings.

"You want some company?" The familiar invader of your sleepy time took a sneaky step closer, raising an arm to flatten his palm against the door. Luffy bowed slightly so the rim of his infamous straw hat bumped against your hairline.

The memory of Luffy's long fingers digging into the flesh of your pelvis shocked your insides, a stomach tightened as you recalled how hoarse his breath was. Your Capitan's voice a few shades deeper than his current tone.

No, it was something you promised yourself wouldn't happen again.

"That's alright, Capitan" you pinched his nose "I'm just a little tired tonight"

You missed the curve of Luffy's brow while you turned to reach for the handle again, it wasn't very often when it was just to two of you y'know. He pressed his lips together in a silly face, mulling out his next question slowly "Dooo yooou want... a sleeping buddy?"

Your torso twisted, neck slowly tuning as Luffy moved to stand a little closer behind you, leaning closer with every chance he could get. "Don't you have a Princess to host?" you teased, one hand ahead of you, fingers wrapping around the chilly nob before passing through a shadowy bedroom threshold.

Luffy seemed to think about it, glancing between you peeling off a shirt and the door swinging temptingly at the end of the hall. He could already hear a few distant partiers asking where the Capitan of The Sunny may be.

"Nah" He stepped through the doorway "I wanna be with you tonight"

#franky #luffy x oc #monkey d. luffy #one piece #one piece fandom #monkey d luffy x reader #Fluff #Reader eepy #one piece fanfiction #fluff #lill smut (?)

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newkatzkafe2023 · 5 months

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@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Y/N was sad for some reason and the Monkey King's started trying to make her happy enough to make her smile or laugh.

You always go out of your way to make him feel better. Now it's their turn

(Lmk Wukong) He may be Oblivious but he's not all the way stupid. His peaches is not herself today she sometimes gets invaded by intrusive thoughts or Dark memories And it never fails to bring her down. So you what sun wukong does? Give her plenty of cuddles and shower her with compliments, just like how she does with him. 🥰🥰🥰🥰

(Mk Reborn Wukong) As usual, you both got into a fight. But this fight was pretty serious more serious than your usual fights. With that you stormed away from him trying to get away from him. He found you a few hours later crying by the river bank And that breaks his Stone heart. He's used to you yelling at him but crying is a no go. Did the fight effect do that much??? You know what he does he brings Over the snacks you guys usually eat together. you guys just leaning on each other's shoulders. He never apologizes you would hate him for it. your smile matters more to him than Ever😤😤😤😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

(HIB Wukong) He knew something was up when he actuall you got to sleep through the morning. He didn't hear a sound from You. So he gets up and immediately looks for you. You found you alone by a tree. But the atmosphere around you wasn't as cheerful as it always was. What happened to that sunshine smile that sort of makes him blind. So you know what he does? He grabbed your favorite blanket? It wraps you up in it and holds you close. That brought back the gentle smile You always had on your face.😌😌😌😌

(Nezha Reborn wukong) Oh no his queen is down in the dumps not on his watch. He says to put on your best clothes. And I'll take you out in the night of the town. Whether it be festival or festival or food stand the movie's maybe or just go and dance together. He's gonna bring that smile back and lighten. Your mood like you always did for him🥳🥳🥳☺️☺️☺️

(Netflix Wukong) Oh he's high-key panicking. His girlfriend is upset If he doesn't fix this soon he'll feel like a failure of a boyfriend if he allowed you to frown four a millisecond. So he soon does A whole performance for you from a comedy special. Tells a bunch of jokes so bad that you end up laughing anyway, and that's was his main goal anyway 😂😂😂🥰🥰🥰

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fawnfictions · 9 months

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Can i request a one shot Monkey king x fem!reader

But the two hate each other at first, the reader is kind of a neat freak and is totally opposite from Wukong, but then they both develop feelings?

Thank you <3

cleaning conflicts

— wukong x fem!reader

i'm not sure if i really nailed the requests plot,, its less 'opposites' and more just plain ol' enemies. This is kind of bad, but i hope you like it, anyways!!

also—if you've got a depression room, i am not shitting on you in anyway (because i currently live in a room where i cannot see the floor), i'm just overdramatising it for the plot ^^

;; romantic, enemies to lovers, fluff.

You held tightly onto the claws gripping your shoulders. The wind pushed harshly against your opposing force, whipping your hair behind you as you sputtered to keep strands of it out of your mouth.

Unable to open your eyes wider than a squint, you narrowed your eyes at the colourful falcon carrying you, "MK, are we almost there? I'm not sure how much longer I can take this..."

Your voice was barely audible above the noisy gales, despite the cracking in your tone from the loud volumes you spoke at. The bird-transformed boy grinned down at you.

"You bet! In fact, Flower-Fruit Mountain is below us."

True to his words, a wary glance downwards was filled with forestry galore. A tall mountain came into view, decorated with a waterfall off the side, falling into a lake at the base. The sight of your destination brought a relieved sigh out of you.

With careful movements, MK drifted you both closer to the ground, making a safe landing adjacent to the supposed entrance to the mountain. You crouched on the ground, still gaining balance from the recent flight.

Whilst you inwardly expressed your gratitude to the sweet, sweet dirt floor, several monkeys caught an interest in your presence. They wandered over, a few stopping by MK and messing with him, as the others continued towards you. A soft smile grew on your face.

"Ah, hi, there—what're you doing, hm?" You cooed at them, reaching a hand out.

One of them latched onto your finger with two grabby hands, sniffing it slightly before lifting it onto their head. Taking the cue, you gave the monkey light scratches, cherishing the way they happily chirped at your attention.

The clearing of a throat caught your attention.

"Monkey King is probably waiting for us; c'mon, I'll let us in." MK, who had seemingly gotten the pesky monkeys off of him, offered you his hand in standing up, which you gratefully accepted.

With nervous steps, you each hopped onto each stone that lead to the waterfall across the lake, watching in awe as the younger boy led the way. The curtain of water magically gave way to him, splitting ways to refrain the successor from getting soaked; not a single drop of water hitting him.

Snapping yourself out of your wonder, you continued through as he kept the entrance open for you. Without the mystic monkey powers that he has, you weren't sure that you'd have the ability to get through at all.

As you entered, your eyes drifted along the faded murals lined along the cave walls; artistic depictions of the pilgrimage that you'd been forcefully educated on by MK's rants and Tang's 'words of wisdom'. You wished to admire them further, but a certain successor was strolling further into the mountain, and getting lost was the last thing you wanted, at the moment.

"Monkey King... Hey, Monkey King! I'm here for my lesson... And I brought a friend!" MK called out, receiving a lack of response.

"Uh... Perhaps he's... Busy?"

"It's alright, MK. He's probably—" You were cut off with a muffled sound of surprise.

A butterfly had found itself on your nose, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, as MK whipped his head around to you in concern.

After a moment of needless staring, the boy began to laugh, "M-Monkey King—get off of h-her!"

You stood in confusion at the insect that he had dubbed 'Monkey King', knowing that it was not a monkey, and nor did it look like his supposed mentor. That was, until it fluttered away from your face and began glowing.

The butterfly morphed into an array of shapes and sizes, before appearing in front of you in true form. The Monkey King wore a playful smirk, matching the mischievous glint in his eyes, his tail lashing out beside him as he stood in a cocky stance.

You instantly didn't like this guy, one bit.

"Dude, seriously? What the hell was that for?" You dangerously narrowed your eyes at the monkey.

"Hey, lighten up, buttercup! I was just playing around." He rolled his eyes, before MK promptly rushed between you two.

"Uh, hey—cut it out!" The younger boy scolded both of you, before turning towards the monkey, "So, uh, Monkey King. This is the friend I was telling you about... She's willing to help clean up with your... Uh, 'hoarding' problem."

"Ah, great! C'mon, I'll show you the place."

He led the two of you into the main living area of the mountain. Even ignoring the old furniture and decaying decorations, the place was practically trashed! Empty chip packets and dirty takeout containers were lazily thrown onto tables or floors, rotting fruit were smushed against walls, and the rambunctious monkeys roaming around the place continued their endeavours to mess with anything they could grab onto.

You paused in disgust and shock, the wafting stink, that you somehow couldn't smell earlier, now attacking your nose. Turning to the owner of it all, you frowned.

"How... How did it get this bad?" You asked, clearly disgruntled.

"Psh, I'm the Monkey King, I don't have time for cleaning!" He brushed off.

"Exactly, you're immortal! You've got all the time in the world—but I guess that you're just too lazy."

He stammered, eyebrows furrowed at your dissonance. Too lazy? Well, that wasn't exactly wrong, but you didn't have to say it like that! Who were you, to be talking to the Monkey King; Great Sage, Equal to Heaven?

MK felt panicked at the growing tension in the room and the obvious scowl on his mentors face. In a moment of pure anxiety, he stood between the two of you, separating and cutting off the strain.

"Hey-Hey! We've gotta get to that training, right, Monkey King? We can leave her to it—"

"No, it's okay, bud. You go on ahead; keep practicing those stances we've been going through, I'll catch up in a minute." The agitated glint in the Monkey King's eye dissipated all of MK's will to argue back, scurrying back the way they came.

"So, Monkey King—" You began after the young boy disappeared from your view, only to be cut off.

"Just call me 'Wukong'." He grinned at you, humour in his voice that he lacked in any other manner, an obvious facade; whether it was to keep his own calm, or to mock you, you were unsure.

"Alright, Monkey King," You practically growled at him, "So, want to help me get started? Or are you too egotistical to do such 'mortal' work?"

A grimace overtook his features as his tail continued to lash out angrily, nose twitching. He wordlessly walked past you, into the open-kitchen.

He was avoiding your stare, allowing you to judgementally wander around the area, noting the spots and stains that you'd have to work harder on cleaning. It took all but a minute for the monkey to return to you, shoving a plastic bag and a bucket holding a couple rags inside into your arms.

You simply nodded at him, refusing to give him a proper 'thanks', and turned your back. His footsteps grew faint, following the path that MK took, clearly having had enough of you and going back to their training.

You didn't mind; you were glad that Wukong and his attitude were out of your hair. Now, you could finally begin on your work of his musty living space.

…

It had been a couple weeks since Wukong had seen you. He couldn't lie—the mountain was the cleanest it'd been on centuries!

Every stain had been scrubbed out, the pieces of trash that littered the place had been picked up, and that putrid smell that even he was getting sick of was gone—replaced with the scent of peaches and flowers.

Another thought he couldn't lie about... Was that he missed you. At first, he believed that feeling was pure agitation from the way you spoke him; he swore that you almost brought back his truculent attitude that he'd lost after his journey to the West. And that was not a good thing.

But, since you'd retreated from Flower-Fruit Mountain with MK after his training, without any farewell, might be add, he realised this feeling was a lot more... Sad.

Yes, your gall had annoyed him to no end, but it had been so long since he'd had another person stand up to him. The last person he'd been able to banter with like that, were the pilgrims he travelled with.

Thusly, Wukong found himself with MK during his lesson, "Uh, by the way, bud... Your friend, um..."

With a raised brow, the younger boy offered your name with suspicion. Wukong clicked his fingers, acting as if he'd just remembered it, despite you having been on his mind the entire week.

"Yes, yeah! That's the one—uh, are they able to... Come back next lesson?" He forced out, hastily backing up when his mentee gave a weird expression, "B-Because! The, uh, the mountains gotten real dirty again—you know how the monkeys are, right, bud?"

His nervous laughter caught the mentioned boy off-guard. Despite his concerns at Wukong's odd behaviour, he nodded, before pausing.

"I'm not sure if she'll agree to it, though... She seemed to hold a bit of a grudge against you, I won't lie."

The mentioned monkey visibly deflated at this, before humming to himself, "That's alright, bud. Still, try asking for me, please?"

Against his better judgements, this led MK to your front door. Of course—the boy ensured that you would be alright with him turning up, he'd sent you a message earlier in the day asking whether he could drop by, or not. Thankfully, you had confirmed with him that he could.

With a swift knocking and you ushering him inside, offering refreshments, he built himself up to ask you. MK was unsure of your possible reactions to Wukong's request for you; the boy hadn't mentioned the monkey since you were last there, and he easily remembered the tension brewing between the two of you in the mere moments you spent together.

He inhaled, "Monkey King wants you to clean his mountain again next training lesson, which is tomorrow, but you totally don't have to go if you don't want to, I know how much you disliked him last tim—"

"Woah, woah! MK, calm down a little and speak slower, yeah?" You moved to place a hand on his shoulder.

"O-Oh, yeah, hah. Sorry, sorry." He took a moment to steel his nerves, "Okay, so... Monkey King. He wants you to come back to the mountain, to... Clean again, or something."

You deadpanned at him, causing a bead of sweat to run down his neck, "C'mon, he's not that bad! You two just got off on the wrong foot—and! If you really can't bear to be there, I'll take you home straight away."

You frowned at his begging, pondering the offer.

You... Could've been a lot nicer during your meeting with him. Whilst he did seem egotistical, you didn't exactly know anything else about him. Perhaps you should give him another chance..?

With a sigh, and one last glance at MK to see him pulling his best puppy-eyes on you, you agreed.

"Your next training lesson is tomorrow, correct?"

"Yes, yes! I can meet you here, but we'll need to leave around 10am. I-Is that all good with you?" The grin on the boys face was wide, and if you didn't know any better, you'd assume he'd been given a gift from the Jade Emperor himself.

You nodded in response, tossing him a thumbs up only to be met with dust particles. In his excitement, MK had rushed out the door with nothing but a farewell yelled over his shoulder. You laughed quietly to yourself at his antics.

It seemed that you would be seeing Wukong again.

...

Per his request, Wukong was greeted by the sight of not only one, but two people for his successor's lesson. His attention immediately drifted to you.

Despite your withdrawn posture, you seemed... Less peeved, than the last time he saw you. That was good! Hopefully that meant he wouldn't be bombarded with insults and sass, this time.

With hasty instructions, Wukong sent off MK to their usual training grounds, claiming that he would catch up later, once again.

This left the two of you alone as the mystic monkey anxiously led you upstairs, giving you a sense of deja vu. Although, you were glad that the place had kept its scent of the soap you had used, and not that horrid stench that had nearly choked you the first time you were here.

As you stepped into the main living-quarters, a glance throughout the area left you feeling confused, "Wukong, this... It doesn't look like anything needs cleaning?"

The mentioned demon felt his heart flutter at the use of his real name. He had nearly forgotten that he gave it to you.

Wukong shrugged, lifting a hand to nervously rub at his neck, "A-About that... Uh, how do I put this?"

As he stuttered around his words, he allowed himself to properly look into your eyes. The monkey paused, breath hitching in his throat as blood rushed to his cheeks.

In his flustered state, you took over the conversation, "Before you say anything else, I really ought to apologise for the way I acted a few weeks ago... I didn't really mean the things I said, I guess I was just... Caught in the moment?"

This snapped Wukong out of it, "No, no. Peaches, I—I should apologise too, I wasn't exactly any better."

"Then, I guess we're both sorry." You smiled at him, a sight that had Wukong's heart clenching.

The two of you were left, awkwardly facing towards each other with a tension that was, thankfully, more positive than the last. With nothing left to do, you let yourself take in Wukong's appearance without the prior dislike you had towards him.

You hadn't noticed the brightness of his eyes, shining like the golden colour that they were. This thought had you flustering a little, eyes glancing down to his lips before looking away.

Unfortunately, the monkey caught your moment of panic, smirking to himself as he gained his sense of pride back. He took a step closer to you, and slightly leaned down to peer at your face, leaving you no choice but to connect your eyes with his.

"So, peaches," You blushed further at the nickname, having been able to brush it off earlier, "Mind letting me treat you to a date?"

#lego monkie kid #lmk #monkey king #monkey king x reader #sun wukong #— fawns fics #wukong x reader #oneshot #fluff #romantic

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ninjadeathblade · 3 months

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Like the Sun and the Moon (Lego Monkie Kid fanfic)

Summary: Macaque helps MK train a little. Aside from that this is Shadowpeach angst.

Word count: 2,641

Warnings: Mentions of blood, reference to murder, Wukong and Macaque have a complicated past, swearing

Author's notes: Yes, I do briefly reference Shopping Trip but it's not necessary to read. This wasn't meant to be angst, it was going to be fluffy but ho-hum I guess, I lost control of writing this. Enjoy!

It was an adjustment, trying to train MK to begin to handle his new powers and form.

But a welcome one.

Wukong certainly seemed happier.

Macaque was trying his best to help MK adjust.

There was still some tension between the two mentors - things that were never truly going to be spoken about.

Moments they tried not to bring up again, like that night after the shopping trip.

But overall, things were calm.

“Hey Macaque, am I doing it right?” MK called.

Macaque's ears swivelled, pinpointing where the kid was in the trees below him.

“Yeah, that's great!” Wukong shouted from elsewhere.

The warrior dropped down a few branches before catching his tail around the branch above him and hanging, swinging slightly.

MK was in the tree across from him, tail wound tightly around the branch.

“Looser, you're gonna hurt yourself if your tail is that tight around the branch,” Macaque advised.

MK’s face fell. “What if I drop out of the tree?”

“If you do then I'll catch you in a portal, you'll be fine, I promise,” Macaque soothed, holding MK's own golden gaze.

The boy nodded, the brown furred appendage loosening as his brow furrowed with concentration.

“That's it. See? That wasn't so-”

MK dropped like a stone, plummeting down through the tree cover.

“Shit,” Macaque swore, kicking off of the branch to dive into a shadow portal and out into the air where MK should be falling.

Nothing. Thin air.

The shadow dived through another portal, depositing himself onto a lower branch. “MK?!”

“It's okay!” The kid shouted from a short way above him. “Monkey King caught me!”

Macaque let out a relieved breath, scaling up the tree before looking across a few branches at where the other two were. “Hey.”

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Wukong teased, holding their shared apprentice under one arm.

Macaque rolled his eyes, hopping over to stand next to him. “Says the guy who wasn't watching our kid while he was practising with his powers.”

“Um, I'm not your kid, I'm Pigsy's kid,” MK corrected, squirming out of Wukong's grip. “I'm taking a lunch break!”

“Okay kid, go chill for a bit, you've earned it,” the king responded, smiling as he watched the boy leave.

With a sigh he turned back to the warrior. “We should probably take a break too.”

“I can keep going.”

“We both know you're lying so shut up,” Wukong deadpanned with a frown.

Macaque blinked, taken aback by the turn of seriousness.

“C'mon, let's go get lunch,” Wukong said, back to his usual cheery disposition as he grabbed Macaque's wrist and began to lead him through the trees.

It felt strange, being welcome back on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Like hundreds of years hadn't passed.

“Moonbeam, stop stealing all my snacks!”

“But they're tasty!”

“Doesn't mean you can have them whenever you want!”

No, no point getting caught up in the past.

That was before everything happened.

“Mac, you good there?”

Macaque snapped back out of his thoughts, looking at Wukong before down to their now joined hands.

When did that happen?

“Y-yeah, I'm fine.”

Wukong frowned. “Looking a bit shook up. Did MK falling really freak you out that much?”

“Be careful up there, sunburst!”

“I'm fine, starlight!”

“Nope, you're totally going to fall!”

“Wow, how supportive of you! Thanks sooooo much!”

“Yeah, guess I just got worried,” Macaque mumbled the excuse, trying to block out memories he didn't ask for.

Memories of times that it hurt to remember, no matter how happy they were.

Wukong fully turned to him, concern swimming in those golden pools that were focused on him. “Macaque? What's wrong? As in what's really wrong?”

Macaque bit the inside of his lip, thinking it over for a moment before replying. “It's nothing, really. Let's go get food.”

The warrior withdrew his hand from the king's, skipping down branches before falling into a shadow portal that took him to the ground.

Air strangled in his throat as he looked at the clearing in front of him, at the one blooming tree that stood alone in the centre.

He remembered this tree.

He remembered climbing it, chasing his friend through the branches before settling down at the base and crashing out from exhaustion, held in an embrace that was as warm as the sun.

“Bud, are you sure you aren't sick or something?” Wukong questioned quietly as he landed beside him, one hand moving to rest on his shoulder. “You can go home and get some rest if you need.”

“I'm fine,” Macaque breathed, slowly walking over to the tree and tracing his hand over the gnarled bark.

The warrior let his head fall forward and rest against the tree, ears pricking as he heard a few of the other inhabitants skittering around in nearby foliage.

The shadow looked up as the king dropped down beside him with a flurry of blossom petals. “Gonna be honest, I kinda forgot that the peaches won't grow on this for a while.”

The sunlight glimmered behind him, framing his face with a shining glow.

It was radiant.

He was radiant.

It almost distracted Macaque from what he'd said.

“So there isn't going to be anything to eat?” Macaque fixed Wukong with the most unimpressed look he could muster.

“I can-”

“No Wukong, I am not eating your hair.”

“Well then, I got nothing,” Wukong said with a shrug, flipping down out of the tree onto the ground beside him.

Macaque conjured a shadow portal, gesturing to it - and was then thoroughly annoyed when Wukong didn't go through.

“You'll be fine, it's just back to your place.”

The king hesitantly went through and Macaque followed him, closing that one before summoning a smaller one.

One hand reached in and grabbed out a couple packets of crisps before throwing one at Wukong.

“There you go. Try and keep track of the seasons next time.”

Wukong ripped it open, hungrily shoving the cooked potato slices into his mouth. “Mmm! Thank you!”

“Chew with your mouth closed, unhygienic asshole,” Macaque grumbled, walking out of the building and over to where MK was, back to his human form. “Heya kid.”

“Hi Macaque,” MK greeted, one arm slung over his face from where he was lying on the ground.

The warrior prodded at him. “You good?”

The kid let out a groan. “No, don't do that, I'm in so much pain.”

Macaque immediately scanned him for injuries, tail lashing worriedly behind him. “Shit, where did you hurt yourself?”

MK shifted his arm, squinting up at his mentor. “Hurt myself, what? No, I just think that using my powers has drained all my energy.”

Macaque took in a deep breath, calming his nerves. “Yeah, okay, that would make sense.”

MK sat up. “You okay? You seem really shaken up.”

“Moonbeam, what is it, what happened? How can I help? Please, Macaque, tell me what's wrong.”

Macaque grabbed his left arm with the other, stopping the slow shaking that had started up at that most recent flash of memory. “It's nothing MK, don't worry about it.”

The apprentice looked sceptical but stood up. “Okay then. I'm going to say bye to Monkey King. I'll see you again tomorrow Macaque.”

“See ya kid.”

Macaque opened up a shadow portal, dropping into the space between places.

His quiet place, where nothing mattered.

Where he could just let his emotions vent.

The shadows swirled in a torrent around him, blocking out anything that he might have been able to sense from outside.

Why now?

Why those memories of all things?

He was only just fixing their friendship he shouldn't-

He shouldn't be thinking about when they were more.

He could feel himself fracturing, becoming one with the shadows surrounding him.

No.

Not again.

He pulled back the strings of his consciousness, gathering them back to his body.

One hand reached up to trace over the scar that covered most of the right side of his face, over the marred flesh that twisted over his features.

He was fine.

Yes, he was fine.

~•~

Wukong blinked his eyes open at the sound of shuffling from elsewhere, instincts blaring an alarm at the threat of an intruder.

Then his memory kicked in, shutting off those instincts.

It was just Macaque, staying over to seemingly make sure that he ate something.

Wukong watched as the warrior was silhouetted by the moon as he stood in the doorway, a gasp strangling in the king's throat.

There were six ears to that silhouette.

Something was definitely wrong.

Macaque had been acting off all day, acting distant - although that wasn't new - and even nostalgic if possible.

“Sunburst, let me clean that wound for you.”

And it made him feel nostalgic as well.

Of things that had been that could never be again.

Wukong dragged himself up, following Macaque as he left.

It was strange, having him back.

Not the same as he used to be.

Not his shadow.

His warrior.

His moonbeam.

His starlight.

“Your starlight huh? You sound like a sentimental fool.”

“Maybe I am.”

“You're so annoying.”

“But you love me anyway.”

The king swallowed around the thickness in his throat, eyes scanning over the treeline.

He didn't have perfect hearing like Macaque but he did have gold vision.

The sage closed his eyes and then reopened them, flitting across his surroundings and sighing when he couldn't spot the familiar form he was searching for.

“Macaque, where are you?”

“Right here.”

Wukong practically jumped out his skin, turning around and hissing at his friend. “Fucking shit you scared me!”

Macaque just moved closer and dropped his head to Wukong's shoulder, hands grabbing tightly onto his sides.

“Mac? What is it, what happened?” The king whispered. “How can I help?”

The hands only tightened at his sides, claws digging into his skin slightly.

“Please, Macaque, tell me what's wrong.”

Dampness soaked into his skin and Wukong's eyes widened, concern properly overtaking him; he hadn't seen Macaque cry in forever.

Not since before.

“I don't want to.”

“Go away Wukong. I'm fine. Just leave me.”

Similar venom coating his words both times, trying to push him away.

Wukong moved to brush his hands up and down the shadow's back, trying to soothe him.

“Please? Moonbeam?” He tried.

Macaque tensed under his grip.

Okay, maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

“I just want to help.”

Macaque moved away, stepping so he was a short distance away.

Tear tracks glinted in the moonlight down his cheeks.

“I don't know how to get it to go away.” Macaque's voice cracked, looking down at his shaking hands. “I have these feelings that I don't want and it won't go away and I hate it.”

Wukong reached out for him. “Macaque…”

The warrior moved away from him, pacing as he ranted.

“And they won't stop. It was fine before everything with Azure happened and I thought I was okay but when me and MK were looking for you I saw us. From before. And I don't know what to do about it now.”

Macaque turned to face him, a hysterical expression on his face as he dragged one hand back over his head.

“Wukong it doesn't make any fucking sense! I was fine before but now I'm not! I didn't feel any of this up until recently and now it is threatening to ruin everything!”

His face fell, lip quivering.

“And I don't want that. I'm the closest I've been to happiness since coming back.”

“You know, peaches, I think this is the happiest I've ever been.”

“Yeah, me too moonbeam.”

“And I don't-” Macaque paused, taking a deep breath. “I don't want to fuck it up.”

“Fuck what up?” Wukong asked, slowly approaching him.

Macaque let out a sob, more tears sliding down his cheeks. “Our friendship. I keep thinking about before and I don't even know if we'd work like that anymore! You killed me and yet I still care for you.”

“You're so lucky I care for you.”

“I know I am.”

“I still care for you,” Wukong admitted quietly, just loud enough for Macaque alone to hear, gently grabbing Macaque's hand.

The warrior looked up at him, shaking his head slowly. “No. There's- there's so much else going on, we-”

“Who cares?” The king reached his other hand up to cup the shadow's cheek. “Who cares? Yes, you were right, this probably is the calm before the storm. But I have regretted what I did since the second it happened.”

Even now flashes of Macaque's corpse plagued his mind, sticky blood coating his body.

Never feeling fully rid of it.

“Please, Macaque, I can't lose you again,” Wukong all but begged. “I spent centuries trying to remember everything I could about you and then you finally showed back up and I-”

He looked away from Macaque.

“I only pushed you away more. And I need to make up for that.”

Forced his gaze back to meet Macaque's.

“I can't lose you again.”

Macaque stepped away, gaze flitting around wildly. “No, no, Wukong, we can't.”

“Why not?!” Wukong asked, voice rising.

Macaque flinched further away from him, all six ears pressing back.

“I need to go.”

“No, Macaque, please don't leave again.”

Something flickered across the warrior's face, there and gone within the span of a second.

All too late the king noticed the portal of shadows under Macaque's feet.

“I'm sorry Wukong.”

The sage threw himself onto the ground that the shadow had disappeared into, one fist pounding against the dirt.

“Hey, Wukong, look! I made a little portal!”

No.

“Wukong, are you sure this is a good idea?”

No.

“No, that's you! You're the one who's always running off! Looking for more power, more sources of immortality! You're the one who wouldn't quit while we were ahead! Not the Great Sage, he's got to drag everyone else into his mess!”

No!

“Please, just come back,” he cried, slumping against the floor. “I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry.”

“The two of you are such a mess.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Come on! Show me the real Sun-Wukong! The old you would have levelled this whole mountain range to stop me! But you're scared of hurting some kid. Pathetic!”

“I'm sorry!”

“Macaque told me a story one time about you two. Well, not me specifically. But he said about how you two were like the sun and the moon. You and him sure used to be close, didn't you Monkey King?”

“Macaque, I'm sorry,” Wukong repeated. “I'm sorry I was so obsessed with power. I'm sorry I forgot about you.”

The tingling sensation of something brushing past him.

“And I'm sorry that we'll never be able to go back to what we used to be.”

“We could,” Wukong said, frowning when nothing was behind him.

Macaque had always loved mind games but he didn't feel like this was the time for them.

“Because years worth of battles can just be forgotten? Brushed over? Crossed out and not written into the history books?”

The voice echoed around him, wind swirling and buffering the treetops.

“No but we could work through it,” Wukong responded. “I love you, I don't want to fight again.”

The wind died down and the shadow cast from him by the moon, violet eyes opening and staring at him.

“Really? You aren't just saying that?”

“Fuck, no, of course not,” Wukong near cried.

The shadow's eyes narrowed, as if in contemplation.

“I need some time.”

“We have all the time in the world, Macaque, a whole universe to explore!”

“Can we just stay here for a little longer though?”

“Of course.”

“You know me. All the time in the world,” the sage replied, trying to ignore the pang in his chest as the shadow's eyes closed.

It was something.

They had… they had something.

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505

Harry Styles X Reader

Summary // I based this blurb off the song 505 by the Arctic Monkeys. Y/N and Harry breakup after years of them hooking up

Warnings// angst, breakup, sad ending, overall vibe of 505, also maybe bad writing bc i may be a lil drunk ;)

You saw his name on your phone and instantly knew what he wanted. You answered, “Meet me in 20?”

You sighed, tired of this game but never being able to find a way to quit. “Sure.”

As you drove 45 minutes to the hotel you decided this was going to be the final time. You both were bad for each other. You need to move on and finally live your life, you’re done waiting for him.

Harry had just finished fifteen nights at The Forum and was in between what was a cross country tour turning into a world tour. He didn’t have a minute for you unless it was to fuck you and like the idiot you were you went back for more every single time.

You stood in the lobby of the little motel in Huntington Beach waiting for a receptionist. The little stout woman appeared with a smile on her face, “Hi! 505?” She asked, already knowing.

You let out a breath and look away from her, a little ashamed. “Yeah…”

“Here you are, honey.” She hands you the keys and you take off with a small nod of thank you.

As you made your way to the hotel room your thoughts ran wild. You guess you're just not the kind of girl Harry wants to settle down with. Well, if not you then who? Probably some middle aged white woman, you told yourself, causing you to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” You heard his deep voice ask before you saw him. You inhaled as his hands immediately wrapped around your waist and his lips found your neck.

“Harry…” You warned as you looked around to see if anyone was there.

“S’there no one there.” He murmured as he continued to kiss down your neck. As soon as he unlocked the door he pushed you in and against a wall now in a deep passionate kiss. You dropped the keys on the floor as you fell deeper into the kiss.

Harry then led your body to the bed. He gently pushed you down as he got on top of you. He slowly started unbuttoning your dress, slowly causing you to crave him even more. This made you chuckle, he was always one for slow and lingering rather than rough and hard, you’ll remember that. After he took off both yours and his clothes, you made love, for what would be the last time.

~*~

“Let’s play something…” Harry muttered as he flipped through his playlists looking for music, sitting on the edge of the bed. You watched him as nothing but a sheet of blanket covered you. “Yes!” He exclaimed softly as a song from the band America started playing.

You chuckled, “America?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t like them.”

“It’s not something I personally listen to, no.”

“What do you listen to? Let me guess some pop like Gwen Stefani?” He grinned.

You scoffed, “Hey! Don’t knock Gwen Stefani!”

“Who said I was knocking her?” He turned and smiled at you.

You both stared at each other for a couple of seconds before you broke the silence, “Give me your phone, I wanna play something.”

He hands over his phone as you look up I Wanna Be adored by The Stone Roses. You softly smile and start nodding your head to the intro.

He grins in return, “Good choice.”

You lean back and lay flat on the bed, staring at the ceiling. The song soaking up into you. Harry watched you, you looked gorgeous. Laying with nothing but the thin white sheet of linen covering you as you and your hair tousled. You truly listened to the song for the first time.

You thought of the first time you met Harry, at an Arctic Monkeys concert. You were in the back of the pit having a drink while you enjoyed the show in front of you. You scanned the pit and were surprised to see Harry Styles standing with two people laughing and talking. You never pegged Harry Styles as a rock fan let alone an Arctic Monkeys fan, but boy, were you wrong.

Harry felt a gaze on him and glanced toward the direction of it. You saw him look toward you, as you were staring. You awkwardly looked away. This made him laugh. He decided since you were alone he’d go and approach you, after all you could be a fan and he had an obligation to fans.

“Hello.” He softly said to you as you stared at the stage.

His presence caused you to jump, “Oh, Hello.”

“Where’s your friends at?” He questioned with a small smirk on his face.

You smiled in return, “My friend is in the pit.”

He mocked as frown, “Whaaaat? Without you?” He teased.

“Ah, you know what, I’m just not cut out for the pit. I’m more of a wallflower, if you will.”

He nodded and stared at the pit, “I see, I see… I’m Harry.” He held out his hand.

You laughed, “I know who you are.”

His eyebrows raised, “Hmm, a fan?”

You bit your lip trying to find a kind way to say this, “How do I say this? I just know of you because I don’t live under a rock.”

He let out a laugh, “Alright then. And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to, might I ask?”

“Y/N.” You grinned back at him.

It got quiet between you as the both of you stared at each other. Harry broke the stare as he chugged the last of his drink then turned to you, “Well, then, can I buy you a drink, Y/N?”

You licked your lips, embarrassed. “Uhm, yes, but, I already have a drink.”

This caused him to lean his head back and let out a laugh, “I meant your next drink.”

You grinned and nodded, and the rest was history. If you knew all those years ago saying yes to that drink would leave you in an on and off relationship, you don’t know if you’d say yes today.

You knew you would have to tell Harry eventually this would be your last time because you had to move on with your life. Your stomach flipped at the dread of it all.

Harry put his ringed hand on your thigh, “Hey… What’s wrong?”

You still stared at the ceiling as you spoke the words you thought you’d never be able to say, “After tonight, I’m not going to see you anymore.”

There was silence. It lingered for what felt like a lifetime until you finally heard him softly ask, “What?”

For Harry, a knife twist at the thought that you didn’t want to see him again. “I said, this is the last time I’m going to see you.” You told him again, climbing up on your elbows to look at him and gauge a reaction.

He turned all the way around, facing you, eyebrows furrowed, “Why?”

You let out a breath, wondering if he was serious. When he still looked at you with a perplexed look you sighed and got your phone to look at the time.

“Shit.” You muttered as you got out of bed and started to look for your bra and underwear.

“Why do you want to end us? I thought this was really working for us.”

You scoffed, “Maybe for you but not for me. And it’s-” You shake your head, “It’s different now.”

“Why? What happened? What big difference,” He made a motion with his hands, “was made that you don’t want to see me anymore?”

You sighed again as you put on your dress back on and started to button it up. You walked to the window with a suspicion people were starting to catch on and know he was here. You sneakily moved the curtain back and, sure enough, paparazzi and fans were waiting out on the front of the motel.

“Look, Harry, in order for me to move on with my life and start dating other people, I have to let you go.”

This caused him to furrow his eyebrows deeper, “You want to see other people? Why?”

You let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Well it’s not like you're going on your knees for me, asking me to be your girlfriend.”

He frustratedly ran his hand through his hair, “You said you didn't want a boyfriend when we start-”

You cut him off frustrated, “Okay, well I do now! I’m tired of being used as the girl you fuck in between shows.”

He rubbed a hand on his face, “Well, then, let’s do it. Let’s get together.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “How romantic.” You stated sarcastically.

“I’m giving you what you want! I don’t understand what else to do?” He exclaimed with frustration.

You closed your eyes at his oblivion. Maybe one day he’ll understand where you're coming from, but that day isn’t today. You felt tears sting your eyes as you looked away from him.

“What?” He asked softly, moving off the bed to kneel in front of you and hug you around your waist. As he watched tears fall from your eyes he felt himself crumpling completely.

“I just-” You cut yourself off as you wiped your tears. “I just want to be with someone who wants me as much as I want them.”

This cuts his next sentence off as he stares at you in astonishment, finally understanding you. “Harry, we’re just not good for each other. I’m never going to be the perfect girl you need to be in front of all the paparazzi or to be able and take the hate comments from your fans or to go to fucking every single show you put on. I just- I can’t…”

You stare down at his eyes as he just stared up at you with a mix of emotions you couldn’t read.

You finally cupped his cheeks and gave him one final kiss. You then unwrapped his arms from around your waist and walked toward the door. You gave one final glance over your shoulder and saw him sitting on the floor in nothing but his boxers, staring after you.

“Bye, Harry.”

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shortprince-cos · 2 months

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Of Pirated Princes

Summary: After he was kidnapped by pirates, Prince Zuko is freed by two Water Tribesmen who don't believe he's the actual Fire Prince.

AO3 Link

(Word Count: 2068)

Chapter One: Of Closets and Chains

~~~~~

Hakoda didn’t like pirates, but he had to admit that they were rather helpful when it came to finding unique specimens.

The boutique was filled with hundreds of antiques, collectables, and knick-knacks, spanning from the entrance to the counter at the back of the boat. An array of weapons to books to clothing lined the shelves and cases. All of it stolen, but some of it at a decent price.

It wasn’t right, buying from pirates, but sometimes the crew of the Ilatka was low on funds, and they needed an affordable place to buy authentic pieces.

“Chief,” Bato called, only to be holding a stone statue of a monkey with jewels for eyes in front of his face, startling the man slightly.

Hakoda sighed at his companion’s shenanigans. “Must you?”

Bato chuckled and put the statue down. “I must.”

He let out a huff, but didn’t bother to hide the smirk on his lips, knowing it would be fruitless. He and Bato had been joking around like this since they were children, mostly playing pranks on the residents of Wolf Cove, but occasionally pulling a stunt or two on each other. Sure, they had grown since then, but they hadn’t really grown up.

“Please be careful with that,” A voice said. “If you break it, you buy it.”

The owner of the voice was a large man with an unsettling grin on his face. An iguana-parrot was perched on his shoulder, and a hat sat atop his silver-haired head. It was the captain, Hakoda realized.

He nodded at the man. “Understood.”

They went back to browsing without another word, Bato getting lost in the clothing section and Hakoda carefully sifting through the weapons. Some were Water Tribe, though it was hard to tell if it was north or south. Still, the thought of these men ‘acquiring’ them left a bitter taste in his mouth. So much of their culture had been taken by the Fire Nation, and they didn’t need some low-life criminals to steal some too.

“Chief,” Bato called again, and Hakoda just shook his head.

“I don’t care what it is, Bato. I’m not buying it just so you can look pretty.”

“Hakoda,” He said, and the name was stressed this time, like something was wrong.

The chief turned then, making his way over to where Bato was shopping at a slow-but-urgent pace. There was a jewelry case that he was pointing to, and it took Hakoda a second to spot what it was he was referencing.

A small necklace with blue ribbon and a turquoise stone attached to it.

Kya’s necklace

Katara’s necklace.

A million thoughts flooded his mind at once, but only one of them stood out.

How?

He had to figure out how.

Hakoda marched to the counter at the back of the boat, careful not to stomp and make a scene. “Excuse me,” He said, voice cold. “Can I ask where you got that Water Tribe necklace?”

The captain smiled - smirked, even. “Nicked it off of a suspicious character. Why? You interested? I do hear that they make great engagement necklaces up north.”

Hakoda smiled back, eyes hard. “You could say that. What did this suspicious character look like?” There was an answer he didn’t want to hear.

This time, he was positive it was a smirk. “I have a feeling you’re much more interested in him, aren’t you?”

Him.

There was a plethora of things to be taken from that one word, but only one mattered.

It wasn’t Katara.

He nodded, fear starting to seep into his pool of rage.

The iguana-parrot squawked, and the captain gestured behind him. “How about I introduce you?”

<><><>

Zuko was having a very bad week.

Not only had the Avatar kept escaping his clutches, but Uncle had insisted on rerouting them into the nearest port so he could buy a new lotus tile. And for what? A stupid Pai Sho game? Ridiculous.

So of course, while Uncle was off doing that, Zuko had decided to explore the port a bit. What a great decision that was.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that there were eyes on him. Like no matter where he turned, someone was always watching him.

He only realized what was happening two seconds after he was cornered.

Zuko fought, really he did, but there were just so many of them all at once, and they all had different weapons and angles and he just wasn’t fast enough.

It was a group of pirates, he noticed as he started to run out of breath. What did they want with him? He didn’t have time to find out, and he was running out of strength and time and-

He was knocked out eventually, a quick blow to the head made that easy. And when he woke up, he was in a small wooden room, empty except for the chains clamped around his hands and feet.

Was he in a closet?

The question was answered when the captain of the pirates came to check in on him a little while later, and he explained that yes, Zuko was now chained up in a closet on a pirate ship so they could sell him on the black market.

So, yeah. Not the greatest time.

A few days had gone by like that, Zuko caged up while the captain kept coming back to feed him and brag about how much money he was going to make. It felt like eternity. Zuko knew it was only a matter of time before he got out of here - he just didn’t know if it was going to be via escape attempt or because the pirates actually sold him. He didn’t like to think about the latter, so he stuck to the former option.

The door opened again, momentarily blinding him as the light shone in. Three figures walked in, the first being the captain, the other two Zuko didn't recognize, but they were larger than most of the pirates, which wasn't exactly a good sign.

Buyers, Zuko horridly realized. The pirates had found buyers.

The man in back looked at him with horror on his face, but the one in front just stared, emotionless. A pang of fear hit him then, though he tried to fight it off. There was no time to be afraid right now.

“Meet Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation.” The captain said, a smirk splitting his face, and dread pooled in the boy’s stomach.

This was really happening. Zuko was kidnapped by pirates and was about to be sold to Agni-knows-who, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Zuko wasn’t usually superstitious, but he sent out a prayer to the spirits, just in case.

<><><>

Fire Nation. That was the only thought that occupied Hakoda’s mind. This boy was obviously Fire Nation, and he somehow had Katara’s necklace.

Terror pierced him like a blade cutting through skin. A raid was the only explanation. How else would a Fire Nation boy get his hands on something so distant, so out of reach? How else would a piece of his home, of his family, end up in Fire Nation clutches?

Hakoda couldn’t breathe. The last raid that took place was the one where they lost Kya. If another happened in the time the tribe was gone-

Sokka was the only one protecting the village, Katara was the last waterbender, and her necklace was here.

What happened to his children?

He felt the wound of fear bleeding out, but he knew he couldn’t do anything to stop it except keep on his calculated face. This pirate couldn’t know the heartbreak that Hakoda had just gone through, not if he wanted answers. He just had to play his cards right, no matter how much he wanted to shuffle his deck.

“Meet Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation.” The captain said, and Hakoda tried not to reel.

Prince Zuko? That couldn’t be right. This boy in front of them was just a kid.

His thoughts stopped there. A kid. This boy was just a kid, not a soldier. There’s no way that this- this teenager would’ve been assigned a southern raid.

The pirate had to be bullshitting him. There’s no way this child was Prince Zuko, and there’s no reason he should have this necklace.

“You can’t honestly expect us to believe that you have the Prince Zuko tied up in your lowly pirate boutique, can you?” Hakoda asked, eyebrow raised.

The captain’s smile fell. “You callin’ me a liar?”

A hand on his shoulder. “Tread carefully.” Bato whispered.

He was right. Hakoda couldn't afford to mess this up. Not with so much on the line.

He stood up straighter. “No, I’m just pointing out that it's a bit far-fetched. Is there any way you can prove it?”

The captain huffed, but turned to the boy on the floor, reaching to the cloth tied around his mouth.

The second his lips were free, the boy spat fire. It happened so quickly, the way the room brightened and the way Hakoda could feel the heat of the flame on his arms and face. He’d heard of firebenders breathing fire before, but he’d never gotten the chance to see it in action until now. It seemed like it would be a party trick until he actually saw the way the wood of the ship singed.

The slap happened just as quickly, effectively shutting the boy’s mouth.

The captain gripped the boy’s chin in his hand, drawing Hakoda’s attention to the bruises that littered it; bruises he didn’t notice before because he was so focused on the fact that he was Fire Nation. “You fucking brat!”

The boy flinched, and suddenly Hakoda stopped worrying about if he had hurt his kids and started worrying about this kid being hurt.

The captain was yelling at the kid now, too distracted to notice Hakoda grabbing the club off of his belt. Bato noticed, and backed up to secure the door, knowing there were other pirates aboard this ship. The boy noticed, his good eye widening, and his mouth shut.

One hit was enough to knock the man out.

Hakoda rushed to start unchaining the boy, not missing the way he looked at him in terror and held his breath.

After a minute, the boy was free, and he was eyeing the two men warily, obviously unsure of what was going on.

“Someone’s coming,” Bato warned in a hushed tone.

“Listen to me,” Hakoda started, whispering at the boy. “I know you’re scared, but please just trust us to get you out of here, all right? We’re only trying to help you.”

The boy sucked in a breath. “I’m not scared.”

The door swung open, and a man in a green shirt looked at them with confusion in his eyes.

“Uh-”

The boy shot fire at the man’s feet.

The pirate scrambled out of the way with a shout, leaving just enough room for Hakoda, Bato, and the boy to run past. They quickly made their way back to the store-section of the boat, Hakoda only stopping to break the glass case and grab Kya’s necklace, before bolting out.

Suddenly, about a half dozen men were on their tail, and Hakoda was just starting to realize how much of a bad idea this was.

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Zuko didn’t know where these men were going, but he did know that he couldn’t fight off all of these pirates by himself, so he just kept following them. Sure, he wasn’t thinking things through, but when did he ever?

Besides, he had bigger, more immediate things to worry about.

By the time they came to a stop, Zuko was on the verge of passing out; hunger, dehydration, and blood loss getting to him more than it should have. He didn’t even know where he was, all he knew was that the world was swaying and the sun was too hot and the voices were just too loud.

His hand went to the cut on his side, one that he’d barely registered he’d gotten as they were running past that pirate in the hall. Of course he was armed, why wouldn’t he be? Zuko was always so, so stupid.

“Well,” One of the men said. “That’s one way to get out of the closet.”

The other laughed, but Zuko didn’t hear since he was already halfway to the ground.

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not gonna put much here cause im tired but reblogs are definitely appreciated!!

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Can I request Mk x Female s/o who can best be descibed as 'soft bunny' the small, quiet, sweet and soft type. And by complete accident when visiting his gf he meets her father for the first time and, unlike his daughter, he is Terrifying, stoic and stone faced, build like sandy, and looks like he eats grizzly bears and metal bars for breakfast. Bonus for extra funnies, he doesn't even dislike Mk, he's a protective sure, but he's mostly curious but his aura makes his questions sound threatening.

Bam boom bop!

"Power Move" (798 w.c)

MK x Fem!Reader

Funny Romantic Oneshot

Pronouns: she her

CW: None, comment if there is

“MK! Good, you made it!” Y/n waved from her home’s front porch as she saw MK’s delivery vehicle pull into her driveway. He waved too, jingling the keys in his hands as he walked up to his girlfriend and gave her a kiss.

“Just so you know, I can’t leave just yet so we can get to the park. My dad’s working on fixing my sink,” she led MK inside, pointing over at the kitchen. “We can head out after he’s done.”

“Your dad? Have I met him?” MK peeked in, really only seeing a pair of legs sticking out from under the sink.

“No, I don’t think you have! Here,” she went into the room and poked one of the ankles with her foot. There was a surprised grumble, before a man who was built like a truck appeared. MK could feel his soul leaving his body. How could someone so sweet come from…this utterly terrifying man??

“Dad! This is my boyfriend, MK! You know, the Monkey Kid!” She introduced MK, tugging on his arm to bring him closer. “MK, this is my dad!”

“Very nice to meet you, Mr. l/n!” MK stammered. The towering figure reached out a hand. When MK took it, he thanked Buddha he had mystic monkey strength to handle the pure strength of his grip.

“You too, kid,” Mr. l/n seemed to glare down at him, but then when he looked at his daughter, he seemed ever so slightly softer. “Why is he here?”

“We’re going to go meet up with Mei and Redson at the park in a little while! Kinda like a double date!” She smiled. He grunted in response before turning back to the sink and turning the faucet to see if it worked. Unfortunately, the pipe underneath started dripping water.

“Mind if I have a look at it, sir?” MK cautiously stepped forward. Gods, it was like when he first met Sandy. Except there was no way this guy had ever met a therapy cat.

“You can try.” He scoffed. MK rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and went under the sink. He found a wrench and tried to adjust things, however it kind of exploded when he thought he’d fixed it.

“Dad, you need to turn off the sink first.” Y/n commented. The water stopped. MK sighed, but then a lightbulb turned on in his brain.

“I can shrink myself down to see what’s wrong in the pipes!” He suggested.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” Mr. l/n said. However, y/n gave a thumbs up.

“Hey, there ya go! I’ll shine a light down there, and give you some string to hold onto!” She left the room for a moment, leaving MK alone with her dad.

“How long have you been seeing my daughter?” The sound of his voice was much more intimidating now that it was just them.

“Uh, a little while now actually!” MK responded.

“If you hurt her, I’ll squash you like a bug. Capiche?”

“Yup. Hear ya loud and clear.” MK was shaking in his boots, but then y/n came back into the room, flashlight and string in hand.

“Alright, think tiny!” She said, and MK transformed into a much smaller version of himself. She caught him in her hand and set him on the counter, where she tied a bit of string around him.

“I’m ready, send me down!” He called. She dangled him over the drain and slowly lowered him.

It was dark, but not for long as she got the light on. He could see a large blockage of something just up ahead. He saw how some of the water that had been going earlier was pooling around it, so that it couldn’t go through. MK tugged on the string and was helped out of the drain, where he made himself big again after untying the string.

“There’s a chunk of something in there. If you get it out, it should be fine!”

“Hm.”

Mr. L/n got back under the sink, putting on some gloves and detaching the pipes from each other. The blockage was removed and then the thing was rebuilt. Running the water again, it went smoothly.

“Oh good! Thanks, guys.” Y/n thanked the boys. Her dad stood up again and actually smiled a little.

“Thanks, kid.” The man spoke firmly, but his tone was different in a positive way.

“With that all sorted out, let’s get going! We don’t wanna keep the others waiting too long!” Y/n said, giving her dad a quick hug and heading toward the door with MK in tow. He waved at her dad and then they piled into the deliver vehicle to got see the others.

Well that went well.

#lego monkie kid #lmk headcanon #lmk x reader #lmk #lego monkie kid headcanons #oneshot #romantic oneshot #fem reader #lmk mk #lmk qi xiaotian #monkie kid x reader #monkie kid mk #mk x reader #mk x fem reader

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