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Of Truths & Dreams; Malleus Draconia

Dreams can tell you a lot about a person. Their wants, their fears. But sometimes they can tell you the truth, and sometimes it isn't pretty.

Supporting Characters; Lilia Vanrouge & Malenoa Draconia

Content; Soulmate AU (I call them soul matches), gender-neutral reader, can be read as familial, platonic, or romantic, Chapter 7 spoilers, canon divergence, hurt/comfort

Content Warnings; Chapter 7 spoilers, overblot stuff, swearing

Word Count; 5 K

Don't put my work into AI, I will hunt you for sport.

Prologue & Lilia's Story | Sebek's Story

Malleus was born into this world alone. His mother, dead, and his father, missing. It was a miracle that he even hatched, as Draconia eggs required love to hatch. And his grandmother was ridden with grief, over losing her only child. It was no wonder why he was delayed by several centuries. And despite everything, he hatched. But despite his hatching, the love and adoration that people gave him, he was alone. Malleus didn’t feel loved, not in the way that mattered.

His subjects, his guards, his teachers, even his own grandmother loved the idea of him. And he was raised away from the outside world, within the dark halls of Briar Castle. Malleus was an idea, and the hope for the future rather than his own person. It was a lot for a child to handle. So, of course, he would sneak out when he thought no one was looking. The guards would realize rather quickly that the sole heir to Briar Valley, their most treasured royal, was missing. But Malleus didn’t care.

“Good evening,” he greeted the raven gargoyle that was at the westernmost turret of the outside wall. Malleus looked in the direction that the raven did, looking out into the moors. A dense fog had rolled in, covering everything in a white haze. “Do you ever wonder what’s out there?”

He knew that the stone wouldn’t answer him, but he asked anyways. “Grandmother tells me stories you know,” he sighed, taking a seat in one of the carved-out alcoves in the ancient stone. “That Briar Valley will one day be mine to keep. But I cannot rule without a soul match.”

Soul matches were quintessential for the Draconias, after all, it was their own ancestor the Thorn Fairy, who had gifted the fae the blessing. But Malleus had yet to find any trace of them in his dreams. Typically, members of his family were born with their soul match already in their dreams, but Malleus had yet to meet them, his dreams still being black and white, and no blurry stranger to speak of in sight. It was distressing, and he heard the whispered concerns of his grandmother when she thought he was in bed.

And those whispers played in his head. “Is there something the matter with me?” All the young prince got for an answer though was the distant cawing of ravens, and the approaching sounds of footsteps. “Did I do something wrong?”

It felt like he did something wrong. Why else would the Thorn Fairy withhold his birthright to a soul match? Why would she punish him? Had he already not been punished enough?

“So that’s where you were hiding,” the familiar voice of Lilia pulled Malleus from his thoughts. “Come now, young prince, you can’t hide away forever.” Lilia offered his hand for the young boy to take.

Malleus looked at his outstretched hand to his face, and placed his hand in Lilia’s. “Did I upset everyone again?” His voice was quiet as the two of them walked hand and hand down the uneven steps of the turret’s staircase.

Lilia hummed, “Upset? No. Worry? A little bit.” He was used to barking out orders in the battlefield, not looking after children, let alone one so precious to the Valley. But Lilia felt that he needed to, for both his Queen, and the late princess. He had a duty to keep, an oath that he lived by; to protect the royal line.

Malleus frowned, giving the moors a final look before he and his keeper descended into the heart of the castle. “I just wanted to find them.”

“And you will,” Lilia gave the prince a practised smile, as it was still something he was getting used to. “It may just take some time is all.”

“But mother and grandmother both were born with their soul matches already in their dreams. Why is mine not with me now?” Malleus was starting to spit a bit of fire, clearly becoming upset with his own frustration. “Why must they keep me waiting?”

Lilia took a knee, and gently placed his hands on Malleus’s shoulders, looking into his eyes. “Good things come to those who wait. It must mean that the Thorn Fairy is taking her time in finding the best match for you.” Lilia’s eyes searched Malleus’s and he propped himself back up. “So since it is taking a while, they must be very special.”

Malleus was still upset, but that put him at ease. Good things come to those who wait. So the longer he had to wait, the better his soul match should be, and that put his turbulent mind at ease… for now.

…

Malleus was standing in the thick fog of the moors. And it was deathly silent, not even the crickets or the throaty calls of frogs filled in the silent din. “Another dream,” he sighed to himself.

Of course it was a dream, which was obvious due to everything being in various shades of grey, white, and black, but also because he wasn’t allowed past the castle’s outer walls without someone else accompanying him.

“Why have you brought me here,” Malleus quietly asked the fog.

It is said that the Thorn Fairy lived in the moors, that she protected the moors. She put up an impenetrable wall of thorns, to protect her people from those who wished to destroy them. But the moors remained silent, and barren of colour or life. Malleus hummed to himself the lullaby that his grandmother sang to him while he was still a baby, and still in his egg. He has heard this song over the centuries as he lay dormant. Permanently etched into the deepest recesses of his mind. The lullaby was crafted solely for the fae to learn of soul matches.

Malleus stopped humming. He hadn’t met them yet, so it didn’t feel right to hum the original lyrics. “I’ll know you. I will walk with you once upon a dream,” he sang slowly, walking to nowhere in particular, the fog moving gently with his movements. “I’ll know you, that look in your eyes will be so a familiar a gleam.”

He started dancing by himself, making the fog swirl around him. “And I know it’s true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I’ll know you, I know what you’ll do.” Malleus made one large twirl, and all the emotions he had were summoned as fire, setting the dry grass of the moors ablaze, yet he was untouched as his dream was slowly being reduced to ashes.

“You’ll love me at once,” he whispered quietly, “the way you did once upon a dream.” Smoke filled the air, and where there was once light, white fog, there was now heavy, black smoke.

It was simply a dream though, nothing more. But dreams reveal truths, even if we don’t want to confront them.

…

Malleus had missed the entrance ceremony… again, at least Lilia was all over it, but it still rubbed Malleus in all of the wrong ways. But was it really his fault? He had never received an invitation… due to his electronics acting up again due to his own magic, so maybe it was his fault. Maybe next year! … Oh right, he would be a fourth year and not studying within the confines of Night Raven College, so in actuality, there was no next year.

At least there was a familiar face that was new to the dorm, and Sebek was overjoyed and followed Malleus dutifully. But that didn’t really change his own inner turmoil; he is next in line to be king, and yet he wasn’t able to attend something as simple as an annual recurring event? It troubled him, even as he was preparing himself for bed, adjusting his custom pillow just so.

I just wish I were invited? A proper letter. He mused in his own head, before finding himself back in the moors. It was always the moors. By this point he had traversed the entirety of it, and seen everything it had to offer, all of its little secrets. Not hard when he’s had nearly a century of time to do so.

He started humming his version of the lullaby, as he mindlessly floated along a path that he had made with his own footsteps, well trodden. Good things come to those who wait. That’s what he’s told himself, night after night. That’s what he told himself every morning when he woke up. He was getting tired of waiting. He was supposed to have been born with his soul match already in his dreams, but no one had ever appeared in Malleus’s dreams. He was always alone in the moors, with not even animals to keep him company. He was not only isolated in his waking world, the real world, but he was also isolated in his dreams.

Malleus was all alone, he had been alone for a while. Yes, he may have guards, and loyal servants, but above all else, they saw him as their next king, not Malleus; they didn’t see him for him. So maybe it was fitting that he didn’t have a soul match either. Maybe the Thorn Fairy wanted him alone.

Right as those feelings surfaced though, his dream changed. Malleus was very much still in the moors, but the silence was gone. The soft chirping of crickets filled the void. There was life, and it was all at once. The fog was still there, but Malleus could also see the faint lights of fireflies, glowing softly. This, this was new, and he didn’t know what to make of it. The once still moor was now gently rustling, breathing.

In front of him, the fog became dense, and a figure slowly emerged from it, looking around in a confused state. But they then turned their full attention to Malleus, and everything became saturated in violet.

Good things come to those who wait. They were here, they were finally here. Malleus was finally not alone.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you,” he greeted with a slight bow of his head. He did not know who they were, did not know of their upbringing or social status, but none of that mattered. They were his soul match, which usurped everything else.

He watched curiously as his words floated in front of him, a harsh, neon green. His soul match did the same, watching as the words faded away.

“Uh, nice to meet you too?” Their words, your words, floated in front of Malleus, the same shade of green as his. “Who are you? Where am I?”

Malleus hummed, intrigued by their reaction. Perhaps they were not taught of soul match bonds, which would be understandable, as not all families knew of the bonds the Thorn Fairy had gifted them. “I will explain all in time, for now though, let us walk together, and enjoy this moment. Shall we?”

He extended his hand, waiting for you to take it, but right as your hands were about to meet, your form turned back into mist, leaving Malleus alone yet again in his dream. “Hmm, they must have woken up suddenly… perhaps tomorrow night then…” He murmured to himself, and continued down his footpath, watching the fireflies blink in the distance.

…

That was a weird ass dream, and you were kinda thankful that Grim had rudely woken you up. Kinda being the key word. And you couldn’t really get back to sleep, instead just staring up at the decaying ceiling above you, just wishing that you could go back to sleep. But what was up with the formal-speaking stranger? Why were you in some sort of swamp? Why was everything purple? And why were your words floating in front of you and a bright ass neon green? It was only your first night too… maybe this was just your brain coming up with weird scenarios to distract you from the weirdness you experience while awake? Maybe some inter-dimensional travel side effects? Like some form of jet lag that messed with your dreams? Sure, let’s pin it on that.

“Ughhhh, I hate it here,” you groaned. It would be a few hours before classes even began, so you had plenty of time for utter boredom, how fun. At least you had borrowed some books from the library, a mix of general information — since that ‘headmage’ hadn’t given you a proper welcome or a lowdown on how this world functioned — and just some interesting looking cover. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Sure, but when the book was a deep violet leather-bound book, with green metallic filigree? How could you not be curious about it? It was stunning.

“Of Truths and Dreams,” you whispered to yourself, that was the title of the book, the font in the style of calligraphy from medieval texts. How old was it? Were you actually allowed to touch it, let alone read it? It looked like it belonged in a museum.

You carefully undid the metal clasp, in the shape of a dragon’s claw. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. And you began reading.

Dreams can reveal much about a person; their wants, their fears, their memories. Dreams also hold power, and such power has been bestowed to the Draconia family. And this power comes from our ancestor, the Thorn Fairy.

You snapped the book shut. This wasn’t just a book, it was a diary. You shouldn’t be reading this… but this was a chance to learn more about this world. Learn about it from… You open up the diary again, and find the owner’s name written in the same calligraphy as the title. Maleficia Draconia.

As with all fae, our family too is blessed with soul matches who enter our dreams as we sleep. Our family is different though, as we are born with them already in our minds; our dreams tinted in a colour that represents both of us. They are of utmost importance to us. Without them, we cannot rule. They may become an advisor, a confidant, and in some cases, a lover. That is for both parties to decide though, we cannot use our power or status to influence their decision, no matter how we feel about them, Malenoa. Do not let our draconic greed dictate the relationship. It surfaces as a song. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eye is so familiar a gleam. And I know it’s true, that visions are seldom what they seem. But if I know you, I’ll know what you’ll do. You’ll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream. Ignore that song, my love, for that is the greed speaking, and not the truth. Ignore it at all costs, for it will stain the heart…

The rest of the diary was left blank, the edges of the paper charred. Turning it back over, you noticed that the entire back of the book was blackened, blackened by fire. And even though you didn’t know who Maleficia was, she had helped you a great lot. Whatever that dream was, that was no ordinary stranger. They were your… soul match? Yeah, whatever that meant.

…

Malleus found himself walking outside of his old haunting grounds, Ramshackle dorm. He was surprised to find it now occupied, but his sadness had morphed into something far more pleasant. He had gained a friend. He had gained you.

“Good evening, Child of Man,” he greeted you, taking notice of the large yawn that escaped your mouth. “More tired than usual I see. You do not need to walk with me tonight if rest is what you need.”

Malleus meant well, in his own odd and formal way. “Eh, it’s nothing, Tsunotarou. I’ll get some shut eye in a bit,” you waved off his concern, and shot him a small smile.

He gave you back a tiny smile, remembering the last time that he gave someone a full smile, they were left scared, not happy. He didn’t want to scare you off. That’s why he let you decide on a nickname for him, that but also names hold power… but he trusted you, he just didn’t know how to bring it up. He didn’t want your friendship to change just because you found out he was the Malleus Draconia, but he also knew that you wouldn’t really care. You didn’t seem like the type to treat him any differently just because of his title. He didn’t want to risk it though.

So the two of you walked around the outskirts of Ramshackle, fireflies lighting the way. Something about them felt familiar though, and it wasn’t from just your nightly walks with your horned friend. You could have sworn you saw them in a dream… now wasn’t the time for that, now was the time to enjoy what time you could get with your friend.

“Hey, Tsunotarou,” you asked him, turning a bit so you faced him. “Do you have a soul match?”

Malleus’s pupils dilated outwards, becoming more rounded rather than harsh slits. “Yes I do, Child of Man. I am rather surprised that you know of the subject,” he breathed out. You really were full of surprises, weren’t you?

Surprised? “How so?”

Malleus hummed to himself, a melody that sounded familiar, but it evaded you. “The bonds of soul matches of fae are only known by fae, which is why I was caught by surprise of you knowing of the term. That is all.” Do you have one, Child of Man? But why does the thought make my tongue go bitter?

“Found it in a book in the library,” you mused. You mentally kicked yourself, you could have given it to him, he may know the family of the previous owner. Maybe you could go hunting for it the next time you found yourself in the cramped halls of the library. A rather large yawn escaped from you, and that was your, and Malleus’s, queue that it was time for you to head off to the land of dreams. “Any who, night, Tsunotarou! Sweet dreams!” You waved him goodbye as he vanished into a puff of fireflies, off into the night.

…

And they were both asleep again, but something felt off. Like there was something dark tainting the dream. It was a familiar sensation, one that made the hairs on your neck stand on end; blot. There was blot in the dream.

“Are you alright,” you asked your soul match, carefully watching their reaction.

They hummed, and turned to look at you curiously, green eyes practically glowing in the dark violet lighting, pupils relaxing from their tight slits into more relaxed ovals. “I am alright, just thinking is all,” their words floated in front of them, still the neon green they were in the beginning.

But the alarm bells were screaming in your head. Screaming at you that everything was definitely not alright. This, this was being calculated, being considered. “You just seem preoccupied… like your mind is elsewhere is all.”

They tilted their head, “I am right here with you.” Their words were blunt, as they typically were. “However,” the lighting darkened, being tainted with more hints of blot, “are you planning on going anywhere?” Are you planning on leaving me, like everyone else?

The words hang heavily in the air. It was no use lying to them, as it would only worsen the situation to lie. “Eventually I have to… I have to go back,” you said carefully, gauging their reaction.

Malleus’s pupils turned into slits again, but he remained calm on the outside. “Go back to what? Do you not like it here?” Do you not like me?

You looked around the bog, “That’s not the case. I have responsibilities back home. I need to go back. I’m …” Sorry. But the word didn’t come out of your mouth. What did you have to apologise for? It was not your fault that you came here, but why did it feel like it?

“I too have responsibilities,” Malleus said quietly, words barely visible. “You cannot go back.” All of the pleasantries were gone, this was a command. “You are staying here with me.”

The blot thickened. Could someone overblot in their dreams? And they started singing, and it was the tune that they’ve been humming since their first shared dream.

“I know you, that look in your eye is so familiar a gleam,” they cupped your face, looking softly into your eyes. “And I know it’s true, that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you’ll do…” The violet lighting of the dream had turned almost black, the only lighting being the neon green words dancing around you. “You’ll love me at once, they way you did once-”

You shot up awake, heart beating so fast that you could feel and hear it. You didn’t need your soul match to finish the lyric, for you knew it already… for you had read it in that fire-charred diary. “… upon a dream,” you breathed out.

Your soul match is Malleus Draconia, Tsunotarou, and this was bad. The greed had taken over… alongside the blot.

…

Malleus looked over the forms of his sleeping classmates, singing the lullaby again. He could see everybody’s dreams, except for yours, and it was equally as annoying as it was endearing. Of course his Child of Man would be filled with surprises. Malleus only wished that his soul match was here, for he wished to see their deepest desires, to see how they would be the hero of their own tale. But when he closed his eyes, and tried to teleport to their dreams, he saw nothing. It distressed him too, he knew they were asleep, but he couldn’t see anything.

“Where are you,” he chuckled darkly, a mix of anger but also fear. He should be able to see them, but he saw nothing, nothing except for the moors now engulfed in ink. Devoid of colour and life.

Soul match bonds cannot break, at least not easily. Either they were no longer of this world — which they were not, Malleus could sense that much — or they were underneath a sleeping spell, a Draconia’s sleeping spell.

It meant that they were on the island. They have been so close this entire time. “Now, wherever could you be hiding,” Malleus sighed, looking into every single person’s dreams, looking for his soul match. Their dream should be tinted violet, singling them out to him. And as Malleus hopped from dream to dream, not once did he find the familiar colour. But they were here… he just couldn’t see them. He couldn’t see their dreams.

That left one option. There was only one person who he couldn’t see the dreams of. “You are full of surprises, aren’t you,” he floated over to your sleeping form, coming to sit next to you with a fond look in his eyes, “my dear Child of Man.” And he started humming that song of his, trying to pry into your mind, trying to get back into your dreams, where he could keep a diligent eye on you. “Looks like we have indeed met once upon a dream… that must be why your eyes are so familiar a gleam.”

…

“Yeah, this, this is beyond bad,” you muttered to yourself. You were back in the swamp, up to your chest in thick ink. The once pleasant dream was now, effectively, a trap; a giant glue trap if you will.

A boom of thunder overhead underscored your statement and brilliant flashes of bright purple and green lightning provided the only light for you, everything else was shrouded in darkness caused by the blot. Caused by Malleus. But why, why did he overblot?

“They found a way for me to go back home.” Oh. You're leaving, and add onto that, Lilia coming out from nowhere and saying that he was also leaving because his magic had dried out… That’s why.

“TSUNOTAROU!” You yelled out into the swamp, but all you got as an answer was your own voice causing ripples in the ink. “TSUNOTAROU?!” You tried again. Nothing.

Names hold power, Child of Man, do remember that. You took in a deep breath, steeling yourself for when he manifested himself here. “MALLEUS DRACONIA?!”

A bolt of lightning hit a few metres in front of you, morphing into bright green fire, and then Malleus was standing in front of you, or rather, a part of him. “You called?” He glided easily over the ink, and looked down at you, assessing you.

“What have you done, Malleus,” you refused to tilt your head upwards, instead looking up with your eyes, head remaining level.

Malleus knelt down in front of you, despite him being vastly stronger and of higher status, he still viewed you as his equal. “I did what needed to be done.” He said it so matter of factly, like it made perfect sense. “Now everyone will be happy.”

“You can’t force people to be happy,” you said back, looking into his eyes, searching for the Malleus you knew, searching for your friend. “That’s not for you to decide, Malleus.”

Malleus just hummed at your comment, and he tried to change your dream to something more pleasant, but you remained stuck in the ink. Why can I not change it? I should be able to change it. “They deserve to be happy… You deserve to be happy. Do you not?”

I mean, yeah it would be nice, but I would rather it be because of something other than an overblot, but ya know how it is. “Yes, but not like this… Let me help you, Malleus.”

“I do not need help,” he hissed, tilting your chin up. “Let me make you happy.”

The ink rose, and it was now up to your neck, and you were floating in it. You spared a quick glance down and saw a gentle lilac light shining down from the bottom. This may just be a crazy idea, but it was one worth taking.

You looked back into Malleus’s eyes. “Do you promise?”

Malleus smiled at you, “Of course I do.”

You grabbed him by the arm and pulled the both of you under the surface of the ink, making your eye towards the lilac light.

…

You crawled out of the ink and found yourself, and Malleus, on the outside walls of a grand castle, roses vining their way up the facade in full bloom. Everything was in a gentle lilac light, and fireflies glowed green despite it being daytime. It was idyllic, it was peaceful, the only thing out of place being the blot that dripped off Malleus. Yet it was contained to him, disappearing into a gentle puff of green sparkles when it hit the ground.

“How,” Malleus whispered, his words now a light green, no longer a harsh neon. “How are we here?”

You didn’t know, all you did was follow the light from the bottom of the inky depths. “Do you know this place?” You had no idea where you were, but you weren’t complaining, since you were no longer up to your neck in blot.

Malleus looked up, and there was the familiar raven gargoyle from his childhood. “This is my home,” he turned to look at you curiously. “How did you bring us here, Child of Man?”

“They didn’t,” a velvety voice said. And coming down the stairs was a woman, who looked like Malleus except older, looking like she was probably in her thirties. “I did, my love.”

She gracefully walked over, and cupped his face, looking over his features. And you could have sworn that you saw her absorb some of the blot. “You have grown into a fine young man. But you have let greed overshadow you.”

Malleus looked like he had seen a ghost, and he was frozen in place. “Mother?” His voice was quiet, barely even coming out. “But how?”

The woman, Malleus’s mother, hummed gently, combing her fingers through her son’s hair, slowly absorbing the blot from him. “You can thank them,” she turned to you and gave you a mischievous smile, “all thanks to your soul match.”

She turned back to her son, her face shifting into a more solemn expression. “My love, let me bestow a gift on you… but you won’t see me again. This is the last thing I can do for you. Let me do this though; for you and everyone you love.”

You can’t force people to be happy.

Keep everyone you love close to you, guard them, hoard them.

You’re my friend, I’ll always be with you, even if we’re far apart!

You’ll love me at once-

This was wrong, and Malleus choked on his own blot. The greed, the dark parts of the dragon had won. “Please,” he coughed.

His mother embraced him into a hug, “Spinning wheel of fate, undo this thread of darkness. As Queen of Briar, I shall bestow upon you this gift.” She placed a kiss on his forehead, and all of the blot was gone. “I love you,” she whispered, before her form vanished gently into green and lilac sparkles.

“I’m sorry,” the words floated over to you. Malleus looked tired, exhausted. How much magic had the blot taken from him? He opened his mouth again, but closed it, at a loss for words. “And I understand if… if you want nothing to do with me.”

From your times dealing with overblot, you knew this wasn’t his fault. Overblots are due to trauma, from bottling it all up until someone broke. “Why would I not want anything to do with you? I’m still friends with the others.”

Malleus looked into your eyes, but all he found was honesty… and love, love for a friend. A genuine love.

You extended your hand, “So come on, Tsunotarou. Let’s move forward together.”

And he took your hand. The path forward was sure to be bumpy, but he knew that you would stick by his side, even after this.

Fin!

Author's Note; And this concludes the Soul Match AU! I know in my poll people voted for a fluffy ending, but uhhh, I was possessed by a vision. I might continue this AU for other characters in the future, but for now this is where I've leave it. Thank you for reading!

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thenocturneofanightshade · 8 months

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Soo First post, here.. about this AU I have for LMK. I'll just Info Dump a lot of it. Anyways, still new to LMK so a lot of this could change or be similar.. I mainly just wanted to share this AU Idea and Plot Points..

This AU was somewhat inspired by 'Stone Monkey AU' but I have my own twists.

So here's me trying to say it all while making it easy to read.

Firstly, some backstory inspiration for life on the mountain before Wukong's quest for Immortality comes from the Monkey King 2009 series. An English Translation for about 14 episodes (subbed) has been done by a channel called 'Monkey Servant'.

My main takeaway is that Liu'er has been kidnapped a lot and Wukong often came to their rescue (and they used to have fresh snow-white fur and their Ears look very much like their 2009 counterpart)

(Here's an image from the show I found.)

Major changes with MK and his place in Canon. I'll start with this for now since I feel their character and role will have some of the biggest changes short of Wukong.

Qi Xiaotian/MK is a Stone Monkey who is technically Sun Wukong and Liu'er Mihou/Macaque's kid(Though the Latter is unaware). They have Four Ears and have basically the same powers as Canon(May add more because of Mac but we'll see.) The main difference between this MK and Canon is that 1, he has had more training done by Sun Wukong, and he is a few centuries younger than Red Son. And he misses his Baba. (I'll get more into that MK later.) (May also make Trans but ??? I'll make a poll later to let people decide.)

Sun Wukong has learned a lot from being a father and HAS told MK about Mac, he tells the truth about the situation and how through his own actions he shattered the precious jewel he held so dear and it was his biggest regret because he is certain that if Mac lived they would have been their other Parent, their Papa or Mama.

So ShadowPeach was once Canon but not really anymore. (But who knows~)

After JTTW Wukong became very Isolated with only pop-ins, or visits between them.

Tripitaka also at some point during JTTW realised how much he had at times over-done it with the fillet and apologised. (Also during the Journey when asked how he was doing so well with the Kidnapping stuff he decides to be vague as fuck and say 'Oh, I have experience.' The Pilgrims believe he means he has kidnapped people before. Not saved them.) As Centuries went on the Pilgrims passed on, Tripitaka was first because Mortal, Sha Wujing and Zhu Bajie were next passing about the same time before finally Ao Lie.

Ao Lie only told Wukong about the fourth ring on their Death Bed, When the Celestial Realm called for DBK's Death (Likely also Red Son's too.) and ordered PIF back into their courts. Hearing about this Wukong made a deal with them to let him seal DBK and spare Red Son and PIF. The DBF has no clue about what Wukong has done and after sealing DBK under the Mountain they leave from the views of many basically sealing up Flower Fruit Mountain for good. Mainly this is because in the Original JTTW story, Wukong clearly shows a lot of care for their friends and respect for DBK and his family.

Now between JTTW and DBK's Sealing during Wukong's depressed spiral, a Stone Egg hatched and out came MK!!

There were ups and downs to single parent life but Wukong made it work. He taught MK everything and trained him well (I should mention MK never held his Father's staff once during this period of time.)

About a few years after sealing DBK Somethings has been attacking the Seals and Wukong has been using his own power to keep up. Collapsing in front of MK Wukong turns into a crystal the colour of a Vivid Orange Sapphire. (MK Gains his first bit of Trauma!!!)

(Anyways this part is left in the air because idk why he became like this. I mainly put this down for plot.)

Because of the Bridges Wukong burned and how many people would likely try to attack FFM to destroy the crystal if word got out the Kingdom decided to not ask for aid from anybody, unsure who to trust or who they could even reach let along reach out to (As nobody is even sure how to reach Guanyin and they don't rlly wanna owe them anything..) as by now all the original Pilgrims have passed on and MK is unsure if their families could even help them in the first place.

So he goes out to research and find a way to save his Baba in secret with little help or aid. All under glamours and Shapeshifting, while some look possibly promising the required living sacrifices and MK doesn't think his Baba would like that he killed somebody to save him. The Crystal is kept under constant Guard on FFM with many flowers, fruits and carved items placed around it.

He eventually goes to Megapolis, to follow leads. (He avoided it mainly because of DBF and not wanting to run into them.) After arriving about a few years before Canon. Transforming to look like young child (About 12 or so) they start looking around the city mainly to get a lay of the land when they get caught in a storm and a car hits them with muddy water.

Pigsy finds them, brings them in and asks MK why they were out in the storm at this time of day panicking he tells Pigsy that "Dad's really sick and.." MK doesn't elaborate, Pigsy asks MK if he has anybody to call, nodding MK quickly steps out and makes a clone to pose as an 'Uncle' as he quickly comes up with a cover story. The "Uncle" arrives a few minutes later, they tell Pigsy that they recently moved to the city for hospital reasons as 'MK's Father had fallen into a coma and he hadn't taken the news well.' After Eating the two leave as MK decides to use the old shrine his father had gotten years ago when the Pilgrims had still lived and renovate it while he stayed there. After he was "16" he got a drivers License and worked for Pigsy as a delivery boy. AND NOW WITH THOSE MAJOR CHANGES OUT OF THE WAY!!!

Now, we get to the main part, as we all know Pigsy, Tang and Sandy are 3 of the original Pilgrims reborn (Mei is up in the air for this AU. May make an "Uncle" for her and make her take over MK's role but that's for later.) The Main thing about is the three(Four?) of them remember their past lives as the Pilgrims. None of them knows MK is a Demon Monkey let alone Sun Wukong's Son, Now it starts off the same as MK takes the delivery to the DBF house but he decides to make a Clone to head back to Pigsy's as he goes to check out what they were doing after curiosity got the best of him. And in his monkey form, he steals his dad's staff. Giving them the name Qi Xiaotian. Now we have Pilgrims remembering their past lives + Secret Vigilante MK + Turned into Stone(Crystal)Wukong. I may add more onto this later but for now I hope you enjoy this idea.

#LMK #LMK AU #LMK Memories of Stone AU #Memories of Stone AU #LMK Rewrite #Kinda??#shadowpeach #Kinda #lego monkie kid #Lego #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk sun wukong #lmk shadowpeach

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science-lings · 9 months

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okay I’ve been inspired, time to list all my versions of botw/totk/aoc link lets go

Wild (He/They): Nonbinary, LU Wild adjacent, generally who I write whenever I write for LU, kind of his own thing bc I feel as though I tend to stray when it comes to lu characterization to fit my own wants. Has the most trouble with memories and their past, has the least control over his emotions. Things like sorrow and anger hit really hard for them and they have more trouble regulating it. Still silly and GNC though, just not as confident about their gender presentation yet.

Sage (They/She): Genderfluid, HSFR botw/totk Link, really leaning into the whole death/rebirth/reincarnation thing with this one, accidentally picks up a spooky vibe because they have a skeleton horse and a big comfort cloak and is extremely good at making potions. This whole vibe what I’m leaning into for Another Second Chance, even though in that one the botw Link is still called Wild lol.

Guardian (He/Him): Too anxious to think about gender rn but is a aroace queen. HSFR AoC Link, half sheikah and it is important to his story. His life is kinda dictated by his dedication to the throne by being descended from a long line of royal knights and sheikah who have vowed to serve the blood of the goddess. Also he’s betrothed to his Zelda and on his way to becoming King/Prince Consort.

Aryll (She/Her): Cis woman (but with complicated gender feelings as she was discouraged from being feminine for a long time and has trouble feeling valued while enjoying typically feminine things, you know the vibe) My Fem!Wild/ Link AU, is the most likely to commit regicide. Had an easier time recovering memories during botw bc of her large amount of shared moments with Zelda.

Linkle (She/Her): Trans woman Link au, has a bit of an egg cracking moment when she was getting into gerudo town, don’t have much for this one, it might be where I put all my Link being close to the Gerudo hcs. Like, after sealing the calamity, she and Zelda go to live in Gerudo Town instead of Hateno and they’re real close buddies with Riju and Linkle goes to the nearby great fairy to get her gender magically transed. idk i love the gerudo and think they deserve better. (also her name could be changed i kinda made this one on a whim...)

Spirit Sage (They/Them): Fem leaning enby, totk role swap au where Link gets sent back with the spirit stone instead of Zelda, they lost their arm but the stone lets them summon a ghost version that they have to learn how to control (a feature also seen with HSFR Sage), trained under Mineru and tries to assasinate Ganondorf a few times.

Time Sage (They/He): Masc leaning enby, pre-calamity was a trans man but then their gender got pickled for a century and their ideas on gender changed a little. They lose their arm but don’t get a replacement. The secret stone they had with them amplifies their time manipulation abilities (bullet time/ sitting by the fire, that kind of thing) They have to learn to fight just as will with their left side and not wield any sort of shield. The story is closer to the canon version than the Sage of Spirit version of the au.

Gladiator (He/Him): trans man, ssbu Link, pulled from his quest pretty soon after botw. Older brother/babysitter to Young Link (MM) and Toon Link (WW), Eyes have been opened to the multiverse and he’s kinda just vibing with being kind of immortal and meeting the strangest people. ssb lore is wacky so he’s at least allies with all of the other characters, including ganondorf at in the end. Has the least amount of fashion sense and cooking ability but at least he has little brothers and is buds with Kirby.

#honestly i could probably come up with more #i have a lot of ideas for this guy and not all of them mix together super well and it would be fixed by just adding it to a different au #botw #totk #totk spoilers #links meeting au #links meet au #botw links meeting au #idk how to tag this it's all just crack #breath of the wild #zelda au #linkverse #botw linkverse #they're trying to obtain a full gender spectrum and i don't think they're doing too badly

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~untitled 19th century au thing ? 1/

Very little seemed to quell Obi-Wan’s boredom.

He had returned home from boarding school, intent on spending his summer in Sussex, but there had been a fire, just a week shy of his arrival, that demoted him to his uncle’s estate in Devonshire. Smaller of course, than the family’s property in Sussex, though the rooms in Devonshire were certainly spacious, numbering twenty-two, and yet the staff left much to be desired.

There were five maids in total, a cook, a driver, a footman, and a gardener — though Obi-Wan had yet to see the latter materialise. Not one of them seemed entirely certain what to do with him when he arrived two weeks ago straight from boarding school, still bundled up to the throat in his uniform and coat, sweating under his hat.

They clearly weren’t expecting him, mistaking him, at first, for a family guest. A phone call had to be made, first to Obi-Wan’s father, then to the housekeeper, who lived out of town, and had, mistakenly, brought the master key home with her.

Obi-Wan spent an hour in the sitting room, waiting for his room to be aired, another hour for his dinner, another for his bath. He was appalled by the treatment. It was almost midnight before all of it was seen to, and by then, drained of all good humour, he ordered the maid to leave so he could unpack his luggage himself. In a mood, he phoned his mother while up to his ears in bathwater, complaining about the stuffy room, the moth-ridden blankets, complaining even, about how unwelcome he felt. He wanted to go home. He hated Devonshire. The weather was awful and often unpredictable, prone to temperamental shifts at the drop of a hat. His mother promised him it was only temporary.

Breakfast was served the next morning at seven thirty, toast with jam, a bowl of watery porridge, overcooked ham. The eggs, at least, were a saving grace: soft and runny, just how he liked them. There was a bowl of fruit by Obi-Wan’s elbow which he purposefully did not touch. He spat his tea and watered it down with half a thimble of gin, a gift from a friend before they parted ways at the train station. He had laughed it off, then, and didn’t think he would need it, as he’d always been a social drinker, but here, now, he was grateful he had accepted.

There were eight more weeks to this incessant restlessness. He could see himself going quietly mad without the aid of alcohol.

Obi-Wan took to walking around the house barefoot, moving from room to room, under the ever watchful eyes of family portraits hanging from every wall. Some of the rooms in the house were locked, others full of old furniture covered in dusty sheets, some gutted so they could be repaired, the tables and chairs moved to the attic, the lighting fixtures bared, pale shadows on the walls where portraits once hung. The guest rooms had been undisturbed for a time, as had been the study, which Obi-Wan had the maids clean top to bottom after an afternoon in the reading chair gave him the worst sneezing fits.

Obi-Wan missed home, dearly, the comfort of his four poster bed, his teetering shelf of books, the powder blue curtains framing his windows which overlooked the sweeping lawn outside and the overgrown cherry trees that fringed the crumbling stone driveway.

The estate was nearly forty years old, squat and obscenely baroque in contrast to home’s more Gothic leanings; there was an artificial lake and island just on very the edge of the property, a tennis court, and a greenhouse tended to by Obi-Wan’s uncle when he was in high spirits. The property was ugly and severe, red sandstone and brick, characterized by high turrets and prickly finials. Holly scratched at the walls cruelly. The bronze fountain in the garden had grown so green with algae that Greek inscriptions were hardly visible through the verdigris. Everything was old, in a state of disrepair.

Obi-Wan had planned to go on a boating trip with his uncle this summer but Qui-Gon had phoned last minute to tell him their plans would have to be put on hold. He was overseas on business and didn’t seem to be coming home anytime soon, so Obi-Wan wrote letters to all his friends in boarding school — Quinlan, Jape, even Dex — inviting them to the estate though he knew most of them would be in Paris, enjoying their summer, as it were, leaving him bored, alone, and friendless in his own house. He had imagined this summer to be full, as it was his last year in boarding school before attending university in September.

Clearly, he was mistaken. Clearly, all that lay in wait for him was terrible food and even worse company.

The tedium was most unbearable in the afternoon, when the yawning stillness of summer was at its peak, and Obi-Wan could stand neither his own company nor the company of his uncle’s books. There was nothing to read that he considered worth his time, and the books he had brought from school he had already finished cover to cover. Often times, he craved a cigarette. His need for it deepened in the afternoon after he woke from a thick humid sleep.

Barely out of his dressing grown, Obi-Wan upturned his luggage, crawling on his hands and knees to search the room vainly for his tin of tobacco. He had learned to roll cigarettes in his fourth year in boarding school, smoking one a day and then three every night he had to study for a final. It was one of the tricks he had been taught by his roommate, whose father worked as an accountant to the Bratva: the first trick was faking a fever in order to skip lessons, second was mixing gin and powdered orange juice. Quinlan, too, taught him the joys of reading Russian pornography, and taught him to say a filthy word in French.

When his efforts proved futile, Obi-Wan slumped at the dressing table in utter despair, reaching for the flask he kept in several pockets all throughout his room. He lifted it to his lips, and huffed in annoyance once he realised it, too, had been depleted over the course of two weeks.

Obi-Wan heard a series of soft taps from the window and from the corner of his eye saw that he’d left it ajar this morning, allowing a geometry of light to sliver across the floor, at his feet. The source of the tapping soon revealed itself upon closer scrutiny: a bee was beating its plush body against the glass, frenetically seeking freedom.

Obi-Wan walked over to the window to free it, and the curtains lapped at his face before whipping the breeze like sails. Outside, he spied the gardener on his knees, weeding the rugosa hedge, his back turned to Obi-Wan. He crouched, then finally stood, to smoke a cigarette pinched between two fingers.

Obi-Wan had only met him once, when the man had caught him asleep in the sitting room. He was sent by the valet to work on some circuitry. The lights in the sitting room had been flickering for some time, making it difficult for Obi-Wan to read in the evening, and of course, he had complained to his mother who assured him it was going to be taken care of, my darling.

The only one who was remotely useful was the gardener, apparently, or at least her son, as the actual gardener had retired shortly after Obi-Wan’s grandfather had died. Obi-Wan didn’t bother remembering the son’s name — he was half asleep when the man had introduced himself, thrusting out a dirty hand, and Obi-Wan was uninterested besides. What’s more the man didn’t leave a very lasting impression: his unkempt nails spoke of slovenliness as did his untrimmed hair, grown long and unchecked over his eyes.

Now, Obi-Wan almost regretted it, because he was thinking of asking the man for a smoke.

Obi-Wan shook his head to wean himself of the urge. He was bored, not stupid, and it didn’t do to fraternise with the staff.

There were other ways to curb the craving. Obi-Wan decided a walk was in order.

Obi-Wan stepped out into the terrace, his bare feet warmed by the crumbling Yorkshire stone. It was cooler outside, strangely; the grass tickled his feet and ankles as he negotiated the last three steps to the gravel path. He wore his dressing gown over his pyjamas, not caring for propriety, as the staff knew well enough to leave him be.

He was the master of the house, after all, could wear what he pleased, but as he approached the general direction of where the rugosa hedges hemmed the marble fountains, he felt increasingly ridiculous, like a child. His hair he held away from his face with a ribbon, and he could feel a slight breeze dry the dampness from the back of his neck.

Obi-Wan contemplated getting a haircut as he tucked an errant curl behind one ear. It wasn’t very masculine to keep one’s hair well beyond chin-level; he disliked how his long hair softened his features considerably, taking away the hard, boyish edges, but his mother liked it, so he grew it long for her.

The gardener turned just as Obi-Wan approached. He blinked, sucked on his cigarette, before nodding wordlessly in acknowledgement, his face completely blank and unreadable. Obi-Wan didn’t know why he felt suddenly flustered. It must have something to do with the heat, he thought, the way sleeping in the sitting room often made his thoughts lush and dreamy.

The man had cut his hair, he realised, since he’d last seen him, the fringe shorter, dragged back from a handsome face, and flecked here and there with tiny grey slivers. His shirt was open partway, revealing a column of tan, tawny skin, and a strong chest, built like the hull of a ship.

“Good afternoon,” said the man, drawing Obi-Wan’s attention back to his face.

Obi-Wan had always envied men like him, working class men who were tall and strong and exuded a confident sensuality. Often, he wished he were more like them: a real man who could hold his liquor and swear freely and make bawdy jokes.

At seventeen, he was of the bookish stock: awkward, gawky, erring on the side of sensitive, lacking an integral component of whatever it was that made men men. He was soft, in more ways than one, his nose perpetually buried in a book. The only sport he indulged in were chess and bridge. He had never even kissed a girl before.

“Anything I might help you with, Master Kenobi?” the gardener asked, not without a touch of sincerity, even though Obi-Wan was, at least a decade younger if not more so. He had an accent, and it rankled Obi-Wan like an itch that he was unable to place it.

“Mr —”

“Anakin,” said the man, with a small, private smile. “We met at the —”

“Yes, yes, you came to fix the lights,” said Obi-Wan irritably.

Anakin’s brows drew together in confusion though it smoothed away just as quickly, and he smiled again, deepening the crow’s feet wrinkling his eyes. “Ah, yes, of course. Are the lights still giving you trouble? I could come by again if you needed me. I have the afternoon free, I think.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to take you away from your …chores. The hedges seem to require a bit more attention, as of late. ”

Anakin gave him a startled look that morphed into one of slight irritation. It was meant in jest, any fool would realise that, but it appeared that Anakin had missed the joke and Obi-Wan had not yet earned the familiarity to make such comments.

“Is that right,” said Anakin, sharply. There was an almost mean glint in his eye. “Must be the pesticide then. Switched to a different brand, recently.” He took another puff of his cigarette, then flicked his eyes up and down the length of Obi-Wan, his gaze settling, very briefly, on Obi-Wan’s bare feet.

Obi-Wan curled his toes in the grass sheepishly. He wondered how he must look to Anakin, with his hair in a disheveled state, his left cheek creased with pillow marks from his afternoon doze, wandering around in his uncle’s shabby dressing gown, with no shoes on. Anakin must think him eccentric; he would, at least, be half-right.

“You’re going to get blisters, running around in your bare feet like that,” said Anakin, finally. “You should head back inside, or at least put some shoes on.”

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to protest, but shut it with a click. He fought the urge to roll his eyes, stamp his foot. He lifted his chin, felt the ugly shape of a rude word tickle the back of his throat, but tamped that down too. “Can you roll me one of your cigarettes?” he said instead. It took every ounce of self control not to huff in annoyance when Anakin simply smiled at him in reply.

“You smoke then, do you?” Anakin said as he raked a mud-stained hand through his hair. “I’ll be dismissed if I roll you a cigarette, you do realise that, right? Besides, you’re only a boy; you shouldn’t be smoking at your age. How old are you? Fifteen? Sixteen?”

“Eighteen next month,” Obi-Wan said, but Anakin shrugged like it made no difference to him. Perhaps it didn’t. He lifted his cigarette, pinching it between thumb and forefinger like a chronic smoker, and as if to make a point of savouring it, took a long, slow drag.

Anakin blew smoke out of his mouth and nose without fanfare, and it rose, thick and hazy in the still, drowsy air, making Obi-Wan cough in a sputter.

He flicked what remained of the filter onto the dirt, grounding it under the heel of his boot, compounding it into the grass. Then Anakin picked up his pruning shears, his gardening gloves and his hat, and nodded at Obi-Wan, just the once, before going on his way.

#obikin #in progress #au #fic

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violetjedisylveon · 8 months

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New Light (Little Star Chap 1)

Summary: Wukong and Liu'er Mihou mend their relationship and decided to have kids, things don't go the greatest with that.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions of miscarriages, loss of children, mentions of death

A/N: The way this chapter is written is a little different from how I usually write, it switches between 3rd person perspectives from the characters and an overview of events. Normally I just write 3rd person so if it bugs you it's just this chapter.

Also the kid still doesn't have an actual name yet so if got any(preferably star related) lemme know!

Shadowpeach Family AU Masterpost

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When Sun Wukong left the Thunderclap Monastery after completing his Journey to the West, he did not leave and return to rule his people on Flower Fruit Mountains alone.

Much to the Monkey King's own surprise, Liu'er Mihou, his oldest and closest friend, (for a long, long time they had been so much more), the very friend whose death at his hands haunted him throughout the latter portion of his journey, was just sorta, hanging around the monastery, and had been since he'd died.

The shadow monkey hadn't given the king much of a reason or answers behind his return, aside from the obvious of not being able to properly die since his name wasn't in the books of the dead and living, and when asked about what he had been doing, his answers were similarly vague, something about personal growth and redemption, the like.

The macaque wasn't keen to tell, and the king wasn't keen to push his friend away once again.

The details of the events are only known to a few, but the results? Liu'er Mihou and Sun Wukong both returned to Flower Fruit Mountain, intent on caring for, protecting and guiding the troop, and if there was time in their busy days, carefully cultivate their new, delicate, strained relationship, and nothing more.

It may have taken a century, or three, of careful reconciliation to make up for the many past mistakes committed by both sides, but an understanding was finally reached, and soon the mountain had two kings ruling jointly and justly.

As it happens, after a while, quiet late night talks about the possibility of children began to stir excitement in the kingdom.

Neither king could fully say they were opposed to the idea, they rather liked the thought, so a research effort began.

There are many odd ways for one to have a child after all, some more practical than others, any option the kings chose would lead to the formation of a stone egg after all.

But despite all the methods they tried, the Monkey King and the Six Eared Macaque seemed to be cursed with a steady string of bad luck when it came to having children.

The speculation of some divine intervention being at play was thrown around, though the true nature of the problem seemed to be with the nature of celestial monkeys; they took a lot of power to form and maintain the life that blossomed inside the stone. It was easy to lose a perfectly healthy looking egg. Far too easy.

But the Monkey Kings weren't known to give up so easily, and all their trials and failures had taught them what they needed when they finally managed to get it right.

On the mountain from which Sun Wukong was born, in the center of his birthplace, the two celestial monkeys mixed their power together to create life.

From this most recent attempt, two eggs were conceived instead of one.

Overjoyed at the thought of twins, news quickly spread to the outside world, mostly from the younger monkeys who were far worse at keeping their mouths shut, that the Kings of Flower Fruit Mountain were expected children.

Naturally, the whole of the mountain was highly guarded, the peak converted to a heavily protected hatchery, which both kings were known to spend a majority of their time in, when they weren't adding the necessary facilities to their home in anticipation of their children or ruling their people, and they frequently left their advisors or clones to those tasks. The hatchery of Flower Fruit Mountain was the most protected space in all the mortal and heavenly realms.

Throughout the ten years of incubation, the kings received many gifts and blessings for their children, the entire demon and celestial population had their eyes on the mountain, anticipating(or dreading) the day that two new celestial monkeys would spring forth and begin their lives.

That is where we find ourselves today, with the pair of eggs mere months away from hatching and the kings eagerly awaiting the day they became parents.

The eggs were getting noisy.

Every few hours, Liu'er would hear this soft little chirp like sound, then another, and it would go on like that for a few minutes before quieting.

The sweet little chirps were the cutests things he'd ever heard, and were way cuter when he figured out that it was the two of them talking to each other.

I wonder what they could be talking about. He smiled fondly at the pair of stone eggs.

The magic that flowed off them was so unique, yet it was entirely a blend of him and Wukong. He flicked an ear up as one of them chirped again.

The same egg started the chatter each time, they talked so much he could recognize their voices and they weren't even born yet.

If they are this talkative before hatching, what'll it be like when they do hatch? The shadow monkey chuckled, he wasn't as adverse to the idea of a pair of little monkeys eagerly talking his ear off with their pleasant little chirps as he thought he'd be.

A pair of arms wrapped around him as his mate pressed a kiss into his cheek.

"Whatcha thinkin' about Mango?" Wukong asked him.

"The kids." Liu'er said, giving Wukong a kiss of his own.

His mate's tail began to swish with eager anticipation.

"I can't wait to see what mischief they get up to." He said.

Liu'er snickered at the thought of two chaotic monkeys causing chaos for the troop, the elders would roll their eyes and usher the troublesome cubs on their way to cause trouble for someone else.

"They'll be insufferable." He sighed, leaning into Wukong.

"Sure will be." He agreed.

They sat there for a few minutes, soaking in the warmth of the setting sun and the glow of their eggs.

Liu'er's ears flicked, he turned to greet the approaching monkey.

Marshal Ma stood at the entrance of the nursery. No one, not even their own subjects, were allowed entry without permission. The albino monkey had an amused look on her face as she watched them.

"Am I interrupting something, my kings?" She asked.

"No," Liu'er ignored Wukong's pouty little huff, "we were just chatting."

"Good. I have a letter addressed to the both of you." Ma held the aforementioned letter out.

Liu'er detangled himself from his mate and took it. It was marked with a semi familiar seal of, one of an old friend.

"Oh great, this again." Wukong grumbled.

Liu'er flicked him gently as he opened the envelope. Since their official announcement of expecting children, old friends and acquaintances had been reaching out to congratulate them. It was mostly old friends inviting them over to chat and catch up. Overall it wasn't that bad, though they were mostly his friends, Wukong didn't have too many outside of the mountain and he suspected his mate felt… out of place.

"When's the visit?" Wukong asked, peering at the letter over his shoulder.

"Tonight, if we aren't busy, half of this is an apology for the short notice." Liu'er said.

Wukong muttered something along the lines of they'd better be, Liu'er rolled his eyes at his husband's antics.

"Should I let the troop know you'll be out for the night?" Ma inquired.

"Yes, we'll try to be back soon." Wukong said, glancing at their eggs with a soft smile on his face.

Liu'er glanced back at the pair of eggs resting against each other, glowing in the late evening sun.

"We'll be back in just a few hours." He said.

He swore he heard a pair of chirps in response.

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They had only been gone for a few hours.

Only five hours.

Their home was heavily guarded and the nursery was even more so.

It had only been five hours.

How did this happen?

One of their eggs was gone without a trace, no clue or hint left that it had even been there. It was like it never existed at all.

Their other egg had been carelessly knocked onto the cold, rough ground, the shell bore a massive crack on one side, fractures spidering out from it, covering so much of the egg. The ever glowing swirl on the egg flashed weakly as luminous liquid slowly seeped out of it.

They couldn't hear the steady, fluttery heart that beat within the egg they had worked so hard to make and waited so long to have.

It was safe to say that neither celestial monkey took it well.

Sun Wukong was furious that someone had dared to trespass upon his home and had the galls to attack his would-be children as well. In the fit of a fury fueled by grief, the Monkey King was seriously tempted to rampage through heaven again to get answers.

Liu'er Mihou was just as furious as his mate was, only his fury expressed itself in a silent rage with the shadows in the room spasming violently. The cunning macaque's mind was calculating all their enemies and who could have possibly been able to do this, and how he would make them pay for it.

Neither king was in a state to stop and pay close attention to the stone egg that lay before them. Not until the initial shock had passed.

Liu'er heard it first.

It was so faint, so weak, that he would have missed it entirely if not for his exceptional hearing.

A soft, fluttery heartbeat.

A small chirp.

He blinked, focused his hearing on his egg, and heard it again.

Chirping.

And a heartbeat that was soft and faint, but strong, determined not to die.

"Wukong. Wukong!" He called out to his mate.

A pair of burning red eyes focused on him. Even after five hundred years it was still a bit unsettling.

"They're alive." He whispered.

The rage melted away and his mate rushed to their child's side. His hands hovered over the egg, he didn't know what to do, he hated not knowing what to do. He really hated that he had missed how the luminous liquid hadn't been seeping out, but was slowly being pulled back in.

His child was a fighter and stubborn. Just like their parents.

"What do we do?" He whispered, desperately looking to Liu'er for an answer, his mate was so smart and clever.

Liu'er quickly thought up a plausible plan. The child was made from them, forged from the union of their powers, their very souls had gone into creating this child, they needed more if they were to survive.

"We have to give them more of our power, that's the only way they'll survive." He insisted.

Wukong nodded, trusting his mate's plan.

Both kings rested their hands on the damaged shell, briefly flinching at the cracks they felt, before opening themselves up to the tiny soul of their child, fighting for their life. It was similar to when they had first given their child life. Each celestial monkey gave a portion of their power to strengthen their child and help them heal. They poured everything they had into the tiny soul whose fate rested in their hands.

The fluttery heartbeat gained strength until it beat with a consistent rhythm and the smaller cracks disappeared, leaving only the main fracture point and a handful of cracks spiraling out from it.

Wukong let out a heavy sigh of relief and leaned into his mate, holding their fragile egg close to him. Anger flooded his mind at the sight of the crack, and their missing, dead egg.

"Who did this?" He asked weakly.

Liu'er shook his head, he hadn't heard the attack. He had kept his ears focused on their children the entire time they were gone. And searching the recent past of the area gave him no clue as to who or what had dared to attack their children.

It was simply like it had never happened.

Like the moment had been removed from history, leaving the kings confused and angry and longing for answers about what had happened to their children.

The news got out, as it inevitably would, that someone had attacked the unhatched children of the Monkey Kings. The entirety of the celestial and demon populations were soon gossiping about the misfortune of the kings, and whether their remaining egg would ever hatch.

To all, it seemed like the kings were cursed when it came to children.

Yet the kings cared for their egg and stubbornly refused to leave the hatchery, wary of losing their last chance. They sent emissaries and messengers to deal with any business and refused any and all visitors to their home.

For three years, the entire universe sat on the edge of its seat, waiting and watching the egg on Flower Fruit Mountain.

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Liu'er heard the thump from the egg. The macaque glanced over and saw the cracks spreading and glow of the stone egg flashing brighter with each moment.

They're hatching!

"Peaches. Peaches!" He gently hissed in his mate's ear.

Wukong rolled over and shot him a tired glare.

"They're hatching." He whispered.

His mate's sleepy eyes went wide and he sat straight up.

"Really?" He asked breathlessly.

Liu'er nodded.

Three anxious years of waiting were finally coming to a close today. Their child was hatching. They wouldn't need to worry about losing them any more.

Liu'er clasped his mate's hand tightly, tails intertwining as the child they had put so many years and so much power into was finally ready to meet them. He could feel Wukong's racing heart as much as he could hear it.

The cracks spread out from their source with a dazzling display of light. For a single moment, the egg was nothing but pure light, shining brighter than the sun.

The shell shattered and fell around the life it had contained and protected for thirteen years.

A small, wet bundle of dark fur was curled within the remains of the egg.

The tiny monkey tilted her head up and opened a pair of bright, so bright they looked like two tiny suns, golden eyes.

Liu'er chirped to his child, finally, finally welcoming her into the world.

Curious, she tilted her head to the side, and flared out her six, glowing lotus petal shaped ears. Wukong tightened his grip, overly excited that their child had inherited his moon's ears.

"She's got your ears, Mihou." He whispered excitedly.

Liu'er was struck by how much her ears reminded him of his own. They were nearly identical, aside from color, instead of being red, purple and cyan-green, they were yellow, sky blue, and purple. Other than that, they were identical to his own.

Though hers were too big for her head, Liu'er didn't know if it was something she'd grow into or not. His ears hadn't been oversized when he was young.

His attention was drawn to elsewhere on the little monkey as she unwound her tail from its place wrapped around her body. She yawned and… two tails stretched out from her tiny form.

Liu'er glanced at Wukong uncertainly, there had always been the chance of birth and health defects as a result of the… incident she had survived, but two tails hadn't even been remotely thought of. Wukong nodded and turned his attention back to their baby. They could talk about it later.

Wukong cooed to their child. She made an adorably small chirp back to them and reached out with tiny grabby hands, wanting to be picked up and sheltered from the world.

Gods, she was so small.

She shivered in the gentle breeze, the wind tugging lightly at her oversized ears.

The kings swiftly scooped their child up into their arms, instinctively fussing and cleaning the tiny monkey nestled between them.

She purred and nuzzled close to each of them, grasping at their fur like she was trying to take their warmth.

Liu'er cleaned up his child's damp fur and detangled the small knots with careful claws. His thumb brushed against something odd on his child's side, the texture of her fur suddenly shifted. He paused his cleaning to take a peek at what it was.

His heart practically stopped.

There on his child's stomach was a glowing patch of fur, identical in shape to the crack on her egg. It flashed and glowed as the little monkey squirmed and fussed about trying to get comfortable. He nudged his mate and pointed the birthmark out.

Wukong stared at the mark, it was exactly like the crack. They could both feel her magic concentrated on that single spot.

Their child appeared to have noticed where all the attention was because she was staring at her birthmark too. Curiously, she tapped the glowing mark, then frowned when it did nothing. She tapped the spot again, this time it lit up and she let out the cutest little squeal before looking back up at them with a bright smile.

"Later. We'll talk about it later." Wukong insisted.

Liu'er nodded, they had a lot to talk about later, a lot, but right now, he was content to celebrate the birth of their child.

She was happy and healthy, as far as they could tell, and she was full of light.

They finished grooming her, which she seemed to like a lot, and took her from the peak back to the safety of their home.

Instinctively, she clung to his fur the moment he moved. Wukong awed over their baby burrowing her small body in his thick fur.

Their daughter's head was up with her eyes fixed on the stars above as they made their way down the path. It was a new moon, the stars glowed unchallenged.

"Must be quite the sight, huh peaches?" He prompted Wukong.

"Look at her ears." He whispered.

He glanced at her and sure enough, her six ears were flicking and twitching in every direction possibly.

"They're so big. It's adorable." Wukong cooed.

"Were you this cute as a baby, Mango?" He asked.

"I was never a baby." Liu'er said.

His mate opened his mouth to say something, most likely something inappropriate, but a loud chirp cut him off.

Their daughter was staring into the flora around the path, the younger monkeys were watching them from the shadows, though their light fur made them stand out.

Liu'er had been picking up on their excited chittering, which had stopped since they had been caught. Their daughter chirped again, much louder this time, she was more than a little confused by the lack of a response.

Wukong reached over and patted her tiny head.

"Look at you, already announcing yourself to the mountain." He cooed.

"If she's anything like you, the whole world will know soon enough." Liu'er teased.

Wukong glared at him, though there was no venom behind his eyes, Liu'er chose to keep teasing his mate.

"She's already doing better than you, she hasn't offended the Jade Emperor before she was an hour old."

"Oh shut up." Wukong flicked him with his tail.

Liu'er chuckled and flicked him back.

Their daughter yawned and curled up into a small ball in his arms. Hatching clearly tired her out.

They quickly got her inside and nestled between them in their nest. She still shivered, even between them and under as many blankets as was safe for her.

The Kings had a lot to talk about regarding their new little one.

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Like an actual not stone egg, the stone egg has amniotic fluid inside of it because that just makes sense to me.

For a size reference, newborn rhesus macaques(what Wukong (and for my own sanity Macaque) are based on) are usually 400 grams - 550 grams/0.8 lbs-1.2lbs, Lychee is 270 grams/0.595 lbs so she tiny.

Next chap is Lychee's pov of hatching and Wukong and Liu'er discuss the effects of the incident on their child's health.

Shadowpeach Family AU Masterpost

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guns-n-robins · 2 years

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Wild AU where Jason finds a dragon egg in the Lazarus Pit as he is resurrected. I think that would be neat. Oh he's the cautionary tale? Naw I want a crazy chosen one storyline for Gotham's favourite zombie. Jason hatches a damn dragon and is set to inherit the League because clearly that is the will of the Demon of the Pit.

What crawls out of the rough stone of an egg is a wiry, serpentine thing, covered head to toe in metallic sanguine scales that shimmer in candlelight like ripples in pooling blood. It's face bears acid-green eyes and a maw lined with needlepoint teeth. Leathery wings are woven onto every one of its' four quick limbs and gills line the entire length of the thing's neck, which in turn is crowned by a pair of fans that perk up when the creature's attention is piqued.

It's clearly semi-aquatic, and it thrives in the warm waters within League grounds, but flight comes naturally to it with time. It answers willingly to Jason's commands and queries, innately understanding his intent and able to 'speak' to him in return.

Jason names him Redhood, for the cobra-esque suggestion he takes on when he flashes his frills and hisses in warning. The dragon grows fast, spoiled with sumptuous fruit and fresh-caught fish, but taught to hunt to feed himself as needed in anticipation of stormy times. Not everyone believes in the claim of the Demon's Keeper, putting it down to chance that what Ra's had been trying to do for centuries -the raising of a Demon made flesh- was achieved by an uninitiated stranger with not a drop of League-associated blood running through his veins. Some want him dead, again, for the transgression.

Talia, having taken Jason under her wing, works together with her father to protect her new protegé, taking the time to teach him how to lead in a culture he does not know. Eager to learn as he is, he feels like an intruder all the same, a sense of wrongness lives in his bones since coming back alive, as if there are scales stuck under his skin. The very same morning he determines Redhood to be mature enough to be ridden, Jason Al-Ghul reaches for the sky, and turns his eyes homewards.

They'll make camp as needed, living off the land as they do, and cross the ocean together. Just for a little bit, he wants to see Gotham. Wants to see how she has blossomed in his years spent away, and show his dragon, his son in a way, what happens to those who bring Robins down from the sky.

(He finds Joker not in the grave, but merrily cackling to himself behind Arkham's revolving door. Fed, sheltered, disgustingly undeservingly alive.)

Talia had told him he could not leave the League's grounds because there were rebels beyond the walls, agitators intent on removing his piece from the board to preserve the status-quo. He didn't doubt some of that was true, he didn't know what was so remarkable about him as to name him heir to the Demon's Head, but he wondered. Was that all? Or had Talia been trying to keep him from discovering this?

Redhood's frill rattles and shudders as he notes his guardian's rising anger. Jason's throwing dagger has found it's mark in Joker's guts easily enough, but now he's got a family visit to make. Redhood breathes not fire but liquid madness, a fast-precipitating green mist of temporary insanity, and Jason will make sure it rains above the Manor tonight.

#AU prompt #The dragon is loosely based off of HOTD's Caraxes for those curious but the semi-aquatic quality is improv #I've sat on this for a few days and stopped here #I have another idea where Damian is re-incarnated as the dragon but ig in this AU Damian is just. somewhere with Talia #Jason Todd #Talia Al-Ghul #Ra's Al-Ghul #If anyone in DC deserves a dragon I'd say it's Jason or Damian #anyway this is dumb and I hope it isn't too annoying and wish-fullfilly in the fandom tags it'll appear in

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cheesewelsom · 8 months

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Halfway AU. [ A little scene ] (halfway AU is a Demigods au where Alicent, criston, and Joffrey are all children of the 7.)

"daughter. " The maiden spoke as she floated out of her arched way entranced lined with glowing golden light, the archway didn't even look like bricks but marble carved from the stone itself, the pristine white colour and continuous rays of sunlight from the window makes it apparent.

A goddess is here.

The goddess is Alicent's mother.

Inside the chapel that is their home, the Gothic architect with spikes on the towers, the egg was white that covered everything, the bare inside that looks like a cave scrapped from being mined, like a ravine turned in to into canyons. It's humid inside, warm from the candles that surrounds each other in a circle.

Alicent is on her knees in front of her mother, she was wearing her clothes from war, ir was itchy. Purple blood and ash swishes in the air as she bows down, she feels like a dusty book at the back of a personal library that no ones touched or clean in centuries.

The cloud dust that happens when she falls on to her knees is visible, as she sees the grey particles that danced around, some crisped from the nearby flames, ash turned to smoke. She coughs a bit, white blood stains the iron candle stand.

"Maiden. " Alicent mumbles, she's shaking from exhaustion and her heart is crying. She's sunk so low today, and not even on her knees. "How could you? Is this purity? Sending your children out to the war you've caused? " Alicent couldn't be angry, she's already tired from the bloodshed that her arms feel like they're surrounded by maggots that's eating her strength.

"i have many more other than you, alicent. " In her calm, echoing voice that made a deity a deity, Alicent's could feel the heavy gravity of her mothers words in her chest. Shaking as if it was a drum being beaten.

"oh, how i feel sorry for them too. " Alicent rolls her eyes to the left, her head faintly following to make her point. "Your eyes glaze over the wreckage. I'm not the only child that suffers, i am some of the only children of yours that hasn't died for this useless cause! "

The maiden frowns. "Alicent, anger isn't lovely with a face like yours. " The maiden advices.

"my face has been through a lot, it can go through some anger. " Alicent sharply replies.

"i do not see the point of this meeting. " The maiden sighed as she turns around.

"go ahead, go turn your back towards us until we memorize it better than your face! " Alicent pathetically shouted as her mother enters her archway's of glowing white. Leaving alicent alone on her knees in a chapel full of candles and heat.

#alicent #alicent hightower #the seven HOTD #Alicent having mommy issues™#(give onto others as others have given onto you) alicent to aegon

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alovelyburn · 2 years

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Fanfiction

Berserk

When Night Comes Down "If you stand far enough outside the tapestry, you can see the many threads and paths unwalked. The points of change can be so tiny they go unnoticed at the time... though the ripples travel for centuries and more, into eternity. Yet, in the end, all paths lead to one path. There may be deviations, yes, yet still we dance that same dance, with the steps assigned to us by fate. It is inevitable. One must die to resurrect. One must fall to rise." (GriffithxGuts, Canon Divergent AU, Mildly Racy, 13.4k and counting). Currently at Book 1/4. Posted for @berserk-pride-fest. [ tumblr | ao3 ]

Recoil & Grace Their fingers wind together in the darkness. Outside there is that ever-present chirping of birds and insects – the music of those dark hours, calming as cool water. Outside some car alarm goes off in the empty streets, and on the bedside table, clock reads 2:47am. (GriffithxGuts, Canon Timeline/AU timeline, Mildly Racy, 20k) - written for @griffgutsweekend 2022. [ tumblr | ao3 ]

This Painted Stage He can still remember that man standing atop the steps with the night wind stirring his hair. Strange, and distant and... different from Guts. From Casca, too. That feeling has been building for months, he thinks - an ongoing development as Griffith drifts toward aristocracy, and the rest of them remain rooted to the ground. (GriffithxGuts, Mildly Racy, 13k) [ tumblr | ao3 | ff.net ]

This Time the World Will Change The wall is cold against Griffith’s back tonight, and he feels it, that chill, seeping into his bones. Creaky bones, he thinks. He may as well be getting old before his time. (GriffithxGuts, mindgames and references to torture, 4k) [ tumblr | ao3 | ff.net ]

The Beginning, When It Ends Right now, at this moment, Griffith doesn't look in the least bit like the commander of thousands. Blinking, eyes wide, he looks like nothing more than a boy. And Guts can picture him sitting on his throne, crown on his head, regal and beautiful and laughing like a child. But that red egg's eyes are open, and they're looking out from between Griffith's fingers. [ ao3 ] Absent Injury How much is "too much?" How deep can a blade go, how many nerves can it sever, how many inches of flesh can it rend? Can it hit bone? Cut through? Perhaps it depends on the person -- body mass, blood loss. Then again, maybe not. Breaks are sometimes enough, even without a drop of blood. (Griffith-centric, + Griffith/Charlotte. GriffithxGuts implications. Branch AU, Quite Depressing?!, 4k) - Written for @gyodragon [ tumblr | ao3 | ff.net ] Saw the Grey ….you said, once, that light is found in darkness. They are… entwined - a string of night, a string of light, too close together to tell apart, most of the time. And the brighter the light, the greater, the deeper, the shadow it casts. That’s never been more true than it is in you. Fitting, then, that your light lives in the dark. (GriffithxGuts, kind of. 830 words.) [ tumblr | ao3 | ff.net ]

Mending Things The first thing Griffith says when Guts opens an eye is, “Don’t try to sit up.” That’s easier said than done, and despite the warning, the first thing Guts does is try to, well, get up. It’s Griffith’s hand that stops him, pressed firmly against the center of Guts’ chest - one spot that wasn’t pierced or shot through or deeply gouged by blades or arrows during that battle in the forest. ...100 men. Not a bad accomplishment, really. (GriffithxGuts feels? 1920 words.) [ tumblr ]

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

When the Feast is Over “The environment is hardly ideal, I know. I apologize. But… ” Click, clack, Dio’s heels tap against the hard stone floor. Click. Clack. Click clack. “I’m sure you’ll forgive it, in time. If I had the time, I would have brought you elsewhere - to a more familiar landscape. Something more comfortable, perhaps, but… well. You’ll understand soon enough.” The air itself is still and quiet, though. Poised. Waiting. As though the night itself is holding its breath. “Yes… I’m sure you’ll forgive this undignified way of welcoming you. ...JoJo.” - Written for @perplexingly [ tumblr | ao3 | ff.net ] Sail the Ocean Round “How long has it been, JoJo? What do you think?” Dio’s fingers stretch through the empty air, twisting lightly inside those dark curls. At least… he assumes they’re still dark. Here, there is no light, no air. Here, there is barely any space, come to that, only… “Us,” he says, softly, and his voice is like a predator’s whisper. “Only us.” (DioxJonathon, Kind of Creepy?, 3000) - Written for @perplexingly [ tumblr | ao3 | ff.net ] Of Fallen Angels It takes two weeks for him to return to that place. It’s the longest trip he’s taken in years… and each step from the taxi to the curb is a million miles more. Two, three. Pucci counts his steps, keeps his mind level. Five, seven, he’s standing at the door… (DioxPucci, Suggestive, 2.4k.) [ tumblr | ao3 | ff.net ] Said Death to the Dead Dio sits at his favorite chair by the window, a polished wood table at his side, a crystal glass (wine, red and rich) held delicately between the fingers of one hand. In the other, he holds the skull. A souvenir? A treasure? Who can even tell the difference, sometimes. (DioxJonathon, Kind of Creepy?, 600) [ tumblr | ao3 | ff.net ]

Other Misc Stuff (VERY OLD VERY OLD)

Before The World Falls Down (Buffy/Angel, Apocalypse Fic) [ AO3 ]

Desideratum (Queer As Folk US, Brian-in-Absentia) [ AO3 ]

#administrative stuff #still updating my docs sorry

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valkyrie-of-the-rising-sun · 1 year

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Gonna ramble some more about the dragons of my Rejuv fantasy AU. Specifically, their history and how they came into conflict with the kingdom.

Long ago, when the world had newly emerged from chaos, the Progenitor arrived into this world bearing two eggs. He did not survive the landing, too exhausted by the long journey across the cosmos and having taken the full brunt of the impact in His children's stead. The place of His landing and subsequently His final resting place, a massive crater in the shape of a dragon, was eventually filled with rainwater over the aeons, becoming what is now known as Lake of the Roaring Wyrm.

Centuries have passed since His descent. The two eggs that He brought upon this world hatched, giving rise to the two Creator deities revered by dragonkind.

For some time, the two siblings wandered the realm, but soon grew weary of their constant travels for the world was devoid of sentient life. Beset by loneliness, the twins decided to create life, so that they may have companions to call their own.

Together, the twins crafted innumerable figurines in their own image out of stone, and brought them to life by sprinkling some of their blood over them. From the figurines, two races emerged - dragon and man.

However, the brother deity became mad with jealousy over the results of their creation. He believed that their Progenitor favoured His sister over He as She was the only one to resemble their father, for it was the figurines animated by Her blood that created the mighty and noble dragons. Whereas His own lifeblood gave rise to the fragile yet deviously cunning humans, unable to accept that His creations were a reflection of His true self.

Enraged, He declared a duel with His sister, with the condition that the victor is free to do whatever they wish on the defeated. So did the two fought, and fought, and fought... Until at last it was the sister deity who emerged victorious. As the penalty for His defeat, She stripped Him of His divinity and exiled Him, forcing Him to live amongst His own creations in shame.

Consumed by hatred and spiteful wrath, He vowed that His sister would die by His hands for the humiliation. And once He had regained His former divinity usurped Her powers, He would seek out the Afterworld and exact vengeance on the Progenitor for overlooking Him.

Unbeknownst to Him, She was utterly heartbroken by Her brother's betrayal and loathed that She was forced to do something so heinous. She only remained in the mortal plane long enough to birth and raise Her seven offspring, before retreating into the Afterworld and never to return unless Her children called for Her aid in times of crises.

Among the seven offspring was Altair, better known by her epithet "the Lunar Wyrm" because of her white scales; it was rumoured to be such a brilliant hue of white, that it emitted a soft, gentle glow similar to a full moon's light. Out of her broodmates, she was the one who was affected the most by His betrayal, and therefore harboured a strong disdain for humanity. However, as mankind were also her Mother's children in a roundabout way, she reluctantly tolerated their existence.

That is, until a colony of human settlers encroached upon the southern regions of her territory and founded their kingdom there. Furious, she stormed towards the colony and demanded that they leave, lest they perish by her fangs and flames. Of course, the people refused to leave, claiming it to be the Promised Land of their god.

It did not help matters that their king, who was the Brother Deity possessing His descendant's body, told his people to fight back. For it was their god's final trial upon them, to see if they were truly worthy of the Promised Land. With his people's backing, the king snuck into Altair's lair and ambushed her with his army. Before he did so, he tricked her into consuming a potent sedative that he laced over a pile of game, and ambushed her once she fell into a state of drowsiness.

Despite being caught unawares and in a weakened state, Altair still managed to slay much of the king's army, leaving his eldest son and a few of his best knights standing. It was after she had felled the king did the crown prince fly into a rage, giving him the strength to pounce upon the wyrm's back and savagely ripped her eyes out from their sockets. Blinded, Altair took to the skies in a panic and fled.

Henceforth, the two factions had been at war. One side thirsting for retribution and to reclaim her lost eyes, and the other for the right to inhabit their Promised Land... with a malevolent spirit masquerading as several benevolent rulers over the millennium, all for the sake of achieving His goal of total destruction.

#pokemon rejuvenation #fantasy au #ramblings

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jj-lynn21 · 2 years

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CHAPTER 1: THE RENTAL MISTAKE

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 chapter 4 Chapter 5

The chapter are short in this five chapter story about a rental mix up that could end up benefitting both parties. Characters include AU Bill Skarsgard and my original character Sammatha. It is mostly whimsical with a little blood and sex towards the end. A bit of orgasm denial and oral on female. Enjoy.

Sammatha got into town at 10pm. A storm was raging making it difficult to see the house numbers. This was the first time she ever rented a house. She usually stayed at a swanky hotel that had her favorite morning café and at least one restaurant and pool along with shopping opportunities and transportation to the closest fun activity. Or she would just walk to wherever she wanted to go. But she did not plan far enough. All hotels in the area were booked. That is why she was driving in this storm to find a small cozy home she would make hers for the long weekend.

The small house had a reservation left because it was only for one or two people. In the picture it looked like a fairytale cottage. A peaked roof. Stone walls. And huge front window at the entrance that looked on to a porch that had a comfortable looking swing. She imagined herself having her coffee there ever morning looking out at the nearby lake.

Inside it had all she could need and more. The photos showed an off-white sofa with a multicolored blanket flung over it, an armchair that tilted back and a 40-inch television with basic cable included. The kitchen was laid out with all modern appliances and coffee pods stocked for a few days. The add suggested getting groceries delivered from insta-cart. All pans, plates, cooking utensils and silverware were included.

Another photo showed the bedroom with a king-sized bed, dresser, and closet, Tthe bed was raised so there was storage underneath. The bathroom was in a hall that was between the living room and bedroom. It was basic with a sink, toilet and standalone shower that hand a rain type shower head that could be dethatched.

There was a door off the kitchen that led to the back yard. There was a pool with a slide. A few chairs for sunbathing and a grill. It looked very refreshing and private since it was surrounded by a shrub covered fence. It really seemed like the perfect place for her to unwind.

But as Samantha was driving through what seemed like the storm of the century looking for the small house, she was fanatic. She needed to get out of the weather. She could barely see to drive. Then a light caught her eye. Under the light was the number 336. It was just the number she was looking for. She pulled in the driveway into a covered garage. A light came on automatically when she opened the door to get out. A motorcycle was also parked there. She thought nothing of it. It could have been the owner's extra ride.

She still had to run from the garage to the front door to get inside. She grabbed her overnight bag to make the mad dash. The rest of her things could wait until the morning. She was drenched by the time she got to the door. she looked for a key in the mailbox attached to the house. There was nothing. Tears started to come because she was shivering cold, wet, and tired. She decided to try the door. She had never rented a house so maybe the keys were on kitchen table. The door was unlocked so she went straight inside.

She only glanced around a second before making a Bline to the bathroom. She just wanted a hot shower and her warm pjs. The shower was just as great as it looked in the photos. The water cascaded over her hot to warm her body. It also calmed her down. The weather was supposed to be better the rest of her trip. She was looking forward to some sunshine after what she had to drive through to get her.

She decided a cup of warm milk or tea would be nice before she turned in. She scampered to the kitchen. When she opened the refrigerator, she did not expect much. But it was stalked with milk, eggs, some beer, she had not heard of, wine bottles, steaks, chicken, and some condiments. It was more than she ever expected. The note on the website did say there were some things to last a few days, but she did not expect this much. She got out the milk. Then reached up for a microwavable mug. She warmed her milk. The microwave ding resonated throughout the house. She sat on the couch sipping her warm milk. Her back towards the hallway.

Bill’s eyes flew open when he heard the ding. He was a light sleeper who had a fan going to drowned out any small noises, but a ding of the microwave woke him from a sound sleep. He was just there to get away from the city.

The nice lake that he could kayak on was inviting when he saw the listing. Walking trails nearby would put him back in touch with nature. He would wear his blue baseball cap with the darker sunglasses so maybe he would not be recognized. Maybe even lounge naked by the pool since there looked to be a high covered fence around it.

When he was in the US, he usually could not do such a thing because photos were always taken of him. Sometimes at very awkward moments like adjusting his fly coming out of a hotel. Someone in the hotel always leaked he was there and got a pretty penny for doing it. That is why he chose this small cottage away from prying eyes.

But now his eyes were wide open. He swore he heard a padder of footsteps in the main room. He slowly got up. Then listened again. There was nothing but silence. He slid on his shorts and went into the bathroom. A pink and black polka doted bag was tossed on the floor. He stared at it a moment before his bladder insisted, he pee before checking out whow was in this rental home with him.

Sammatha was startled by the sound of another person coming from the back hallway. She stared into the darkness before taking a deep breath. She did not know if she could grab a knife before they made it to the living room. If it was a homeless person that found the door open, she did not want to harm him. But was not sharing this space with a stranger. That was for sure.

Bill appeared out of the dark hallway. Both surprised to see the other. In unison they screamed “What are you doing here!”

#Rental #vacation #short story #fan fiction #au bill skarsgard #bill skarsgård

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quitealotofsodapop · 2 months

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Hi! It's me again :3, I don't know (and remember) if anyone has asked this before but I would like to know:

How did OG!MK feel when he found out that SW is his father in another dimension (I feel like Mei would say something like "See? I told you he was your dad" or something)

If it happens before S4, I feel like Mk would be a little jealous of his other self seeing that he doesn't have the problem of not knowing who his biological parents.

(The idea occurred to me when I remembered a tiktok that said MK used any type of editing app to get an idea of what his parents would look like 🥲)

omg if you have that tiktok I'd love a link XD

Think i did do a post like that ages ago, but only with an earlier draft of TMKATI and canon. Now I have like three more verses to torment MK with >:)

When the Canon verse and the other verses collide, the quickest thing the MKs would notice is their appearances.

OG!MK: "Whoa!! These me's are monkey demons!" TMKATI!MK: "And you guys are... human???" SlowBoiled!MK: "Yeah, why wouldn't him- I mean me be?" CenturyEgg!MK: "I don't know about you guys - but my parents are monkey demons. Then again my gūtā [dad's gender neutral older sibling] is human, I think???" JTTWEgg!MK: "My parents are monkey demons! The coolest monkey demons ever I may brag." TMKATI!MK: "Oh no way! My parents are monkey demons too! i have a bunch of adopted siblings though. Does your dad work with Bóbo[dad's older brother] Pigsy too?" CenturyEgg!MK: "No cus Uncle Pigsy and Tang lives in the city. We all live on Flower Fruit Mountain - but we visit as often as possible! Uncle Sandy ferries us across all the time." :3 OG!MK: "Wow!! You two live on the mountain!? What's it like?" JTTWEgg!MK, shrugging: "It's cool." CenturyEgg!MK: "Sometimes feel pressured by my role as Heir to the Stone Throne - but I wouldn't trade it for the world. I really don't like having to visit the Celestial Realm though. The nobles are kinda mean about my dad cus he caused a bunch of havoc a long time ago." The Other MKs: "wut" OG!MK: "Uh... Please explain who your parents are?" CenturyEgg!MK, confused by their confusion: "Sun Wukong the Monkey King, and Liu'er Mihou the Sage of Wind??? I thought you guys were too???" JTTWEgg!MK: "Yeah, mine are too. I thought you guys knew??" SlowBoiled!MK: "No- well kind- it's complicated! Ok!?" TMKATI!MK: "Not me. My parents are normal monkey demons, dude." OG!MK: "Oh my gods the Monkey King *is* our dad in another universe! Mei is never gonna let me forget this!" CenturyEgg!MK: "Well techinically he's my mom too so..." The Other MKs: "lol wat?" JTTWEgg!MK: "lol same."

The different MKs collaborate to tell stories about themselves (and get a solid PSA on Stone Eggs) while their respective Meis are snapping photos with eachother.

The different monkeys watch on nervously. The different monkey kings are sitting politely as their Macaques hiss at eachother from across the room.

OG!SWK: "So uh... did you tell him yet?" Other Monkeys: "Tell him what?" SlowBoiled!SWK: "About him being made by Nuwa, or the fact that we were forced to abandon him?" The CenturyEgg and TMKATI monkeys: "What." TMKATI!SWK, laughing nervously: "What? Oh gods no. I thought you guys meant telling him who we are!" The Other Monkeys: "Wut" CenturyEgg!SWK: "Your MK doesn't know that you guys are... Us?" TMKATI!LEM: "Nah, we've sorta been off-the-grid ever since genius here [thumb-points at his SWK] got me pregnant with our MK." The Stone Egg au SWKs: "Hah!" "Uno reverse card, plums!" Stone Egg LEMs: *all three have varying looks of horror, indignance, and bashfulness* SlowBoiled!LEM: "I said I was sorry!" OG!LEM: "Wait... what do you mean by sorry?" SlowBoiled!LEM, looking uncomfortable: "Cus of our uh... fight under the Mountain, and me not returning to feed him, I sorta caused Wukong's body to create a Stone Egg... and then I sorta died before I found out so..." JTTWEgg!LEM: "Ooof. Glad I learned early then." CenturyEgg!SWK, to his SlowBoiled counterpart: "Oh bummer, you got left with Stone Egg all the way back then? I started up the process willingly after I had to seal away DBK. When was the little guy born?" SlowBoiled!SWK: "Little lady actually. Yuebei was born about six months ago. Our MK was crafted by Nuwa - then again I did raise him the first year until I became too weak to care for him..." *looks sad* TMKATI and CenturyEgg monkeys: "Oh no..." :( "Stone eggs are super dangerous to the people around them. I don't blame you." JTTWEgg!SWK: "Odd. I got an Egg from the mountain too - but mine was born shortly after I completed the Journey. And mine was our MK. Did losing Mihou make the process longer??" OG Monkeys: "What?" "How many of you have MK as your kid!?" (*Cue them having to make a Venn Diagram of Whos' MK is What to Whom*) OG!SWK: "Ok so! Mine and the guy with the super-adorbs baby got our MKs dumped on us." SlowBoiled Monkeys: *proudly showing photos of their Yuebei* OG!LEM: "The me in sweatpants had him cus of a comet /slash/ stone egg soul mishap." TMKATI!LEM: "Oh, my Wukong was still responsible there. He sealed the Harbringer's soul inside me after using a sealing spell. TMKATI!SWK: "I panicked, ok!" OG!SWK, pointing at the remaining universes: "Annnd you two literally birthed him yourselves." CenturyEgg and JttwEgg SWKs: "Yup." "Stone shell and all." OG!SWK: "...is there anything else I'm missing?" The other universes: (*scratching their chins in thought*) SlowBoiled!LEM, slyly: "So are you guys back together yet, or what?" OG Monkeys: "What!?" "As if!"

Laughter just erupts around the room as the canon shadowpeach pairing realises that they're the odd ones out as *not* being together.

Complete and utter chaos reigns when the parent and MK groups reunite, and they recognise some sort of connection...

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