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bucksangel · 26 days

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Honeysuckle

pairing: alpha!steve x alpha!bucky, alpha!steve x artist!omega!reader x alpha!bucky (poly) - omegaverse!au pt. 3

word count: 4k

summary: “Honey,” Bucky sighs wistfully, falling into your embrace while Steve stands behind you with his arms around your waist and helping you not fall over under Bucky’s hulking frame. You don’t mind though, you’d happily die by being crushed under their weight if it meant you could touch them, and have them touch you. Caressing you, kissing you, adoring you the way only they can. And despite your earlier hesitation, you wouldn’t pass up the chance to brighten up your Alphas day for anything. And their grateful kisses and pleased rumbles let you know that you did just that.

or - your Alphas take such good care of you. their mere presence brightens up your day, so when your Alphas have a rough day you take it upon yourself to show them how good of an Omega you can be, that you can provide for them too.

warnings: 18+, mild suggestive thoughts, i apologize to ur dentists bc there’s so much fluff it might give you a toothache, omega is very shy and awkward but steve and bucky are fond and patient, fluff, kissing, tw for steve using 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner, tiny bit of hurt/comfort, bucky needs some lovin’

a/n: this is dedicated to the loml @buckysbarne and @buckysprettybaby who also helped beta <3

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“Babe -“ Bucky sighs, his head hanging low and hands clenched into tight fists. “I’ll be okay.”

Steve huffs, walking up to his boyfriend and wrapping one arm around his Alphas waist, cupping his cheek with his other hand.

“It’s okay, she’ll understand,” Steve whispers softly, leaning forward and placing a delicate kiss on his mate’s forehead before pulling back and guiding Bucky to look up at him. He quickly dips his head to kiss Bucky’s lips.

“What if she doesn’t?” Bucky mumbles, shame and embarrassment flooding his body.

Why can’t he just be normal?

The day started horribly; Bucky woke up at around seven in the morning from a particularly harrowing nightmare. He hasn’t had one of those in a while, so it was very unwelcoming. This one, unlike other nightmares he’s had, was terrifying in a way he’d never felt.

He knows they’re gone, that Hydra and its agents have been obliterated, but that doesn’t mean Bucky doesn’t occasionally get anxious over the ‘what ifs’ of any potential harm Steve could go through should Hydra get him.

This ‘what if’ manifested in the form of you getting captured too. Even if he and Steve haven’t mated with you yet, they both know in their bones that you were crafted by any gods that exist to complete them. And the thought of you and Steve getting taken from him is far worse than anything Hydra could ever do to him.

Steve had to shake him awake, and he hadn’t been able to stop crying long enough to explain what had happened. After ten minutes of shaking and sobbing into his mate’s chest, he was finally able to articulate the horrifying images that now plague his mind, Steve had held him close, and he had kissed his cheeks and forehead and hairline, all while cooing words of affirmation and love.

The day only got worse from there. After the dream, it started with small things; he burned his hand while trying to make coffee - then spilled the coffee all over his favorite shirt. He ran out of his shampoo and had to use Steve’s - and, listen, Bucky is fully convinced that he survived Hydra because the universe wanted them together again, but Steve could definitely use some better shower products. The whole ‘two-in-one’ thing just doesn’t cut it for Bucky.

But then they had to meet up with their teammates for a briefing over a mission that Bucky is really not excited about, and found out the original one-day mission was going to be three days. Three whole days without you? Luckily Steve is coming with him, but then he thought about you being without both of them and started getting anxious. Now, even though you all haven’t been together for long, and they both know you can handle yourself, they detest the idea of leaving you for an extended period.

They’d managed to sneak in a few texts to you. Wishing you a good day at work, sending heart emojis when you send them a picture of a cute dog you saw while walking to the studio - Sam and Natasha spent a long time trying to get the men to understand modern language - and sending you pictures of them while they were too bored to listen to Tony talk.

But then they went to a coffee shop intending to grab their coffee and rush back to their apartment to get a few things so they could pick you up from work and take you to the new ice cream shop that opened up a few blocks from your studio. Dark clouds came rushing overhead while they were waiting for their drinks, and they decided to wait out the storm in a corner booth.

But people were staring, giving them - mainly Bucky - nervous glances, and a few people at the table next to them ate quicker than someone usually would and then placed a wad of cash on the table before rushing out.

Suddenly the idea of getting ice cream doesn’t sound so appealing.

Steve noticed because he’s so attuned to his mate that he knows Bucky is dejected, Bucky is hurt, he’s tired. Tired of people still judging him. Tired of being accused of things that he had no control over. They didn’t stay long, deciding that getting soaked while racing home was better than being in a place that’s now making Bucky feel unsafe.

Bucky’s been fighting with himself ever since they got home and changed out of their wet clothes. He wants to spend time with you more than anything, and you’ve been excited about this date ever since they told you, and Bucky will be damned if he doesn’t give you anything you want. But he really doesn’t think he can handle being in public right now.

His body is hurting with how bad he’s trying to force the negativity out of his mind enough so he can enjoy being with you, but it’s hard. And Steve telling him that you’ll understand that he can’t go out breaks him. His fists clench tighter.

Bucky wants to be normal for you. He wants to go out with his mates and not get worried about getting less-than-friendly looks at the three of you.

“I’m going to call her,” Steve says calmly, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend and pulling him in tight while Bucky’s body starts to shake with how badly he wants to cry. “I’ll call her and I’ll tell her that you’re not feeling well, but we’ll go to her studio tomorrow for lunch. Okay?”

Bucky takes a deep, shaky breath before nodding, trying his hardest to not blame himself when he imagines the look on your face as Steve tells you they have to cancel. Steve kisses his mate's forehead and then untangles himself so he can get his phone.

It doesn’t take long for you to answer, and Bucky can hear your chipper “Hi Stevie!” and suddenly he wants to cry harder. He also hears Steve telling you that Bucky isn’t feeling well and that they’ll come visit you tomorrow. You go quiet for a moment before asking Steve to pass the phone to your other Alpha. And when Bucky mumbles, “Hey, honey,” he knows you can hear that he’s holding back tears.

“Hi, Alpha,” Your sweet voice immediately fills him with warmth, images of your smile filling his head. “You’re not feeling well?”

“No,” Bucky clears his throat, trying to force himself to not feel bad about it. “I’m really sorry, honey. I promise we’ll make it up to you.”

You pause, and suddenly Bucky is worried that you’re mad. But before his mind can spiral into more negative thoughts, your voice - soft and shy - asks if he’s home. And when he tells you that he is, you simply say “good,” and then hang up.

Well, fuck. Bucky tries to convince himself that you’re not upset, but Steve can see that it’s not working well. And at his boyfriend's suggestion of a nap, he trudges upstairs, lying down in bed and wishing upon every star in the universe that you’ll forgive him.

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When you heard that Bucky wasn’t feeling well you immediately thought of the worst. Is he sick? Well, that doesn’t make sense, he’s a super soldier after all. Is he hurt? That’s a possibility, their jobs are tough.

Does he… not want to see you? As soon as that thought crosses your mind, you dismiss it. Bucky and Steve have shown over and over that they like you and want to be with you. The word ‘love’ flashes through your mind but you dismiss that as well. It’s too soon, right?

No matter what’s actually going on, you know you need to make him feel better. As soon as you hung up the phone you gathered everything you needed to make apple pies. But then you faltered, what if he doesn’t like apple pie? Well, you have things to make brownies, and you know both Alphas love them. So you took out everything needed to make brownies with the intention of bringing them over when they were done.

But then a thought popped up. Would they even want you in their house? There were a few times when you told them they could come inside your apartment while you finished getting ready for a date night, but they politely declined. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now you’re worried you might be crossing a line.

You’ve just put the mixture in the oven when you decide that you’ll just drop them off and then leave. You don’t want to make them uncomfortable, especially since Bucky isn’t feeling well. While the brownies cook, you run to your bedroom to change into somewhat presentable clothes. You don’t bother getting all dressed up since you’re not going anywhere but your Alphas’ place, and even then you won’t be staying long.

By the time the dessert is done and put into a container, you’ve talked yourself in and out of going several times. Finally, after several minutes of having a mild freak-out, you gather the courage to gather your things and get in your car.

The entire drive has you a little on edge, though you know you have to do it. Not necessarily out of obligation, but because you want to make your Alpha’s happy. They’re always doing little things for you; buying you new plush blankets, getting you food on their way to visit your studio, Steve had even given you a sweater that both he and Bucky regularly wear - fully knowing and hoping you’ll use it for your nest.

Those men make you happier than anyone else ever could, you relish in their praise, your whole body lit up in flames whenever they get all sweet on you - which is all the time, neither man can resist kissing you, hugging you, telling you how you’re the sweetest Omega to ever exist.

They make you happy, and you will do everything you can to make them happy too. You want to be the perfect Omega for them, to show them that you can provide for them too, and that thought is what fuels you to park outside of their house and gather everything.

Your confidence wanes when you get to the front door, anxious again that the Alphas would be upset that you came over. You don’t even get a chance to think about leaving because the door opens wide, and Steve stands there with a smile.

“Honey,” He says, giving you that same longing gaze he always gives you. His eyes travel down to the container you’re holding, his smile growing wider while you cast your eyes down to the floor nervously. “What is that?”

A part of you wants to laugh, you know his heightened sense of smell can already figure it out. You don’t though, you merely shuffle on the porch nervously.

“W-Well I - um… I know Bucky isn’t feeling well, and I wanted to drop off some brownies for you guys.” Your eyes suddenly go wide, a small panicked noise leaving your lips. “Which I just now realized is probably not a good thing for Bucky to eat right now.”

You kind of want to smack your forehead. You were so focused on trying to be helpful that you didn’t even think of what would actually help Bucky feel better. Sensing your growing panic, Steve hums softly, reaching out and taking the dessert from your hands.

“That’s really sweet, honey,” Steve purrs, transferring the container to one hand so he can take your hand in his free one. “Thank you.”

An unexpected squeak leaves your lips, warmth filling your body as you squeeze Steve’s hand and smile up at him shyly.

“Y-You’re welcome, Stevie.” Your voice is soft, nearly indiscernible except for your Alpha with his advanced hearing. “Um, just… I guess you can text me later and tell me how they taste?” It’s phrased as an uncertain question because you don’t want to make him feel like he has to, but you desperately hope he does. You need their praise more than air.

“You’re not staying?”

That question has your head snapping up so you can look at him directly, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you take in his equally confused gaze.

“I - um. I guess I just thought you wouldn’t want me to. I mean, you never want to come in my house, so I just figured you wouldn’t want me in yours.” Your voice comes out shakier than you’d like, and the hope that he’d invite you in is creeping up. “Which is fine! You - you don’t have to, and I don’t want to make you guys uncomfortable, especially since Bucky isn’t feeling well.”

Steve sighs, his scent souring a little as though he’s disappointed, and now you’re anxious over possibly saying something wrong. But when he senses your growing panic, he tugs on your hand until you follow him inside. And immediately, the aroma of both Bucky and Steve’s scent calms you down.

“Of course we want you here, sweet Omega.” Steve smiles at you again, pulling you further into the house until you get to the kitchen not far from the entryway. He drops your hand so he can place the food on the counter. The Alpha quickly moves toward you, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you into his chest. Plush, soft lips land on the top of your head, and they linger there for a few moments.

As though he sensed your arrival, Bucky comes rushing into the kitchen with a wide smile.

“Omega,” He says, walking toward you and Steve with purpose so he can wrap around you too.

“Our sweet girl brought us some brownies since you aren’t feeling well.” You can hear the smile in Steve’s voice, and they both release their hold on you so you can turn around and face Bucky.

Bucky goes silent, and when you place your hands on his chest you can feel how his heart rate picks up. And after a few moments of simply staring into your eyes, his smile softens, his body relaxing.

“Oh, honey,” Bucky sighs wistfully, falling into your embrace while Steve stands behind you with his arms around your waist and helping you not fall over under Bucky’s hulking frame. You don’t mind though, you’d happily die by being crushed under their weight if it meant you could touch them, and have them touch you. Caressing you, kissing you, adoring you the way only they can. And despite your earlier hesitation, you wouldn’t pass up the chance to brighten up your Alphas’ day for anything. And their grateful kisses and pleased rumbles let you know that you did just that.

“Thank you,” Bucky mumbles into your neck as he presses soft and chaste kisses to the area. “You’re perfect.”

You can’t help the nervous chuckle that passes through your lips, nor can you stop yourself from shaking your head, immediately trying to deny it. While you love praise, specifically theirs, you don’t really feel like you deserve it sometimes. How can these two perfect Alpha’s possibly be interested in you? You’re not too sure why they like you, but you try not to think too hard about it. You don’t want to overthink everything and spiral into self-doubt, which would then lead you to sabotage the relationship, and you absolutely don’t want that.

“I-It’s nothing, really. I just want to make you feel better.” Your voice is small and shy, and you cast your eyes downward when Bucky pulls away from you to look at you with such intensity that it makes your entire body go warm. Your heartbeat speeds up when Steve steps back too and moves so he can stand beside Bucky and look at you directly.

“It’s not nothing, baby,” Steve sighs, reaching out and placing a large hand on the back of your neck and turning your head upwards so he can hold your gaze, and it’s absolutely impossible to suppress the shiver that runs down your spine. Oh, how you want to feel his hands on… other parts of your body.

“It’s thoughtful,” Bucky adds, lightly squeezing your hips. “We mean it; thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” You say softly, smiling at both of them and reaching out to place your hands on each Alpha’s chests. In a quick and bold move, you lean up on your toes to place a gentle kiss on Steve’s lips, then move over to Bucky.

Bucky, however, decides a single peck isn’t enough. Steve keeps his hand on the back of your neck and angles your head so it’s easier for Bucky to slide his tongue along your bottom lip and take advantage of your surprised squeak by slipping his tongue into your mouth. He swallows your little gasps and sighs, snaking his arms around your waist to pull your body flush against his.

The intensity of the kiss comes to a halt when Steve’s stomach rumbles. You and Bucky break apart with breathless chuckles, turning to look at Steve’s sheepish expression.

“Sorry,” He laughs, sliding his hand from your neck to the side of your face, and he smiles wider when you nuzzle and kiss his palm. “We haven’t eaten since this morning.”

“I can cook for you!” You say quickly, surprised with yourself by how fast you were to offer. You’re not the best cook, but depending on what food they have you’re pretty sure you whip up something presentable. Plus, your inner Omega is just aching to please them.

“You don’t need to do that, honey,” Bucky says, stepping back but keeping one hand on your back. “We can just order something.”

“Please?” You ask softly, smiling up at him and using the fact that he can never say no to your pout to your advantage. “I want to.”

Both men sigh, fully knowing that they could never deny you anything you want. So, they both nod, stepping aside so you can go to their fridge.

“You can just make something easy, it doesn’t matter to us.” Steve kisses your forehead, then smiles as he turns to look at Bucky while you go about finding something to cook. Pulling him in close, Steve quickly kisses Bucky’s lips and murmurs, “Told ya she’d understand.”

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“Told ya she’d understand.”

Steve chuckles when Bucky playfully shoves his elbow into his Alpha’s stomach. And Steve absolutely cannot stop himself from kissing Bucky again. And one more time. He can’t help it though, Bucky was feeling so awful earlier, and seeing his genuine smile and sparkling eyes fills him with happiness.

“Shut up, punk,” Bucky mumbles with a playful roll of his eyes, wiggling out of Steve’s hold so he can go sit at the kitchen island. Steve follows him, muttering “jerk” low under his breath as he sits next to Bucky.

The two men sit side by side, both with love-stricken gazes and twinkling eyes as they watch you flit around the kitchen happily, grabbing things here and there. They aren’t too sure what exactly you’re making, but it starts smelling good in no time. But the underlying scent of happiness coming from all three of you is what really strikes Bucky’s heart.

And in no time at all the food has been finished, and you make sure to pile their plates full of the food.

“I know spaghetti is boring, but I added a few spices so I hope you like it.” Your voice is soft and shy as you present them with their plates, and your rapidly beating heart showcases your nerves. You’re desperately hoping they like it - maybe praise you a bit for taking care of them.

“We’ll love it,” Steve says quickly, getting off the chair and walking up to you with a wide smile. “We’ll love anything you make us, honey.”

The squeak you let out makes both Alphas chuckle, giving you such soft gazes that makes you want to bare your neck to them in submission. With that, Steve and Bucky take their food and guide you to the couch in the living room, being careful as they sit down while Bucky pulls you into his lap.

They take time eating, occasionally feeding you despite your assurances that you already ate before you came over. They don’t care though, because they’ll be damned if they don’t dote on you for making them feel better.

And when the food has been eaten, Bucky gives you a glare when you offer to do dishes. “You’ve worked hard enough, honey,” Bucky tells you, wrapping his arms tighter around you to keep you in place.

It’s at that moment that Bucky realizes that this, the three of you under one roof, on one couch, is what home is for him. With you in his lap and Steve cuddled into his side, he knows that he’s the luckiest guy in the world, how can’t he be? He has his Alpha; the greatest love of his life, and you; the sweetest Omega to ever exist who’s teaching Bucky how to be happy in ways he never thought possible.

He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until you make a slightly distressed sound, your hands coming up to cup his cheek.

“Buck?” Steve coos, bringing up a hand so he can run his finger through his mate’s hair. “What’s wrong?”

Bucky sniffles, shaking his head as he wipes his eyes, then takes hold of one of your hands so he can kiss your knuckles. He smiles, so soft and sweet and innocent, smiling wider when Steve presses a kiss to his cheek.

“It’s stupid,” Bucky says with a quiet huff and shrugs. “I just… Today was shit, like, awful. And I’ve been happy all these years with Steve by my side, but other than right now, the only time I can remember feeling this happy was when I was finally reunited with him.”

Bucky briefly glances over at Steve, giving him that soft and adoring look he always gives him, then looks back at you and holds your gaze.

“You make me happy, Omega.”

Your eyes go wide, a soft gasp escaping your lips. Because, while you don’t know everything about what’s transpired in their lives and relationship, you know that it must be a pretty big deal for him to say this. And it fills you with a feeling dangerously close to love, but you can’t help it. Bucky’s been through the depths of hell and back, and he deserves everything good in the world. And you being able to give him some of that goodness just makes you want to cry.

“You-“ You cut yourself off, clearing your throat to suppress the waver in your voice. “You make me happy too. Both of you.”

“Good, Omega,” Steve purrs, reaching across Bucky to give you a tender kiss.

And when you break away from Steve, you turn to give Bucky a kiss as well, and Bucky? Well, Bucky is pretty sure (re: totally confident) that he loves you. He knows Steve does too, which makes everything easier. Knowing that they’re on the same page about their feelings for you gives him reassurance that maybe this could work out.

He wants to mate with you, he wants to be with you in every way possible. And when you pull away and smile at your Alphas with that sweet and tender way you always do, he thinks that maybe, just maybe, you want that too.

So who can really blame him when Bucky asks, “Will you mate with us?”

From next to him, Steve doesn’t visibly react, though his heartbeat speeding up and the flush creeping up on his face tells Bucky that he wants that too - they’ve also spoken about it in length, so he knows he’s not just speaking for himself.

All the two men can do now is wait for your answer with bated breaths. It comes only a half of a second later.

“Of course.”

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doofazoid · 14 days

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updated Starlight Trio designs!! Gave them some much need tweaks and made them more similar to their respective tribes. Flo's isn't final, can't decide between this or his old colors.

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annaraebananawriter · 1 year

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Going Back the Way We’ve Come

Yelllow there everyone! I actually hadn’t planned on writing anythin g for the Dream Tournament, but here we are. I saw ‘angst potential’ and was drawn in like a moth.

Now, while not the best thing ever, I had fun writing this. I hope you have just as much fun reading it.

The Dream Tournament was hosted by @nashdoesstuff, so be sure to go and give them some love. They did a wonderful job and it was very fun!

Happy reading!!

Fandom: Undertale/UTMV

Characters: (Original) Dream (Who belongs to Joku), (One Small Dream) Nightmare, (One Small Dream) Dream (Who belong to @calcium-cat) and mentioned Ink (Who belongs to Comyet), mentioned Bad Sanses, and mentioned Blue (Who belongs to P0pcornPr1nce)

Warnings: No major ones that I can think of. Let me know!

Summary: “It’s the finale of the Dream Tournament. OSD!Nightmare has finally caught up to his brother. He just wants to go home, but OSD!Dream wants to finish something first. While wiating, Nightmare has a conversation with OG!Dream. (UTMV, OSD!Nightmare Sans Centric)”

Word Count: 3273

~oOo~

Nightmare gazed up at the tree, black apples on one side and golden apples on the other, both glistening in the sun. Around him, there was grass and flowers and trees, much like how there was in his childhood before the villagers arrived.

Of course…when he finally catches up, they’re back at the beginning.

How symbolic.

Gritting his teeth, he moved forward. If he found Dream soon, then they could leave without lingering; the sooner they left all of this in the past, the better. He had never wanted to come back here for as long as he lived. It felt like a nightmare to be here. He wanted to leave before he was forced to talk with the ‘original’ Dream. Depending on when he was from, it might not be too bad, but if he was from any time after the Apple Incident…

Well. They just better get home fast.

“…and then Nighty found me and re-reassued me and it was all good again.” Dream’s voice faded in, and he found himself relaxing. At least this should be the last dimension they arrive at. They can go home now.

Good. He needed a nap.

“Reassured.” A smoother, deeper voice said, making Nightmare freeze. He knew that voice like the back of his hand. “That’s good. I’m glad.”

“Yeah. Nighty’s the best brother ever.”

A laugh. “I’m sure he is.”

Swallowing, he chose to ignore all the complicated feelings assigned to that voice and pressed on. He arrived at the tree and stepped around it until he encountered two figures sitting by the base of it. One young, one older.

One was his Dream. He recognized him anywhere.

The other…

Inhaling, Nightmare called, “Dream?”

Both figures looked up, but his gaze was fixed on his brother. Dream blinked, something in his hands, and then beamed.

“Nightmare!” He ran up to him, then paused a foot away. “Wait. You are my Nightmare, right?”

Laughing a bit, he knelt. “Yes, I am.”

“Nighty!” Dream exclaimed again, hugging him.

He hugged back, letting himself soak it in. Once Dream let go, he kept him close, looking him over. “Are you alright?”

Dream nodded. “Mmhmm! I’m good. And I’ve made lots of new friends, all versions of me. One was a giant mermaid. Did you see? I hope you got to meet him. He was really cool. Then there was a couple that were goopy like you are, which was also pretty cool.” Taking a breath, he pointed behind him. “And then there’s him, who’s like, the original? I think? That’s what the others called him, anyway. And we’ve been making flower crowns and talking and…”

As Dream continued his tale, Nightmare looked at the other skeleton in this world. He had wanted to just keep ignoring him until they left, but he could only ignore being stared at for so long. When he turned, the other immediately looked away, in hopes of not being caught, fiddling with his flower crown.

There he was. He looked just like Dream had before the suppressor malfunctioned, clothes and all. And yet, at the same time, he looked different. Most of it wasn’t physical, invisible things he could swear weren’t there before. Or maybe it had just been too long since he saw his brother like this. This version had the crown and cape, but his movements were quieter, trained to be blending in. He had scars across what looked like every surface of visible bone, light shadows underneath his eyes. His aura was muted, though he couldn’t tell if that was this Dream’s doing or this worlds.

Seeing him again this way brought back some shadows of the anger he had. They were only wisps of emotions, things he hadn’t had time to resolve. They wanted him to do something, to finally fulfill his word from what felt like years ago, way back in the cell.

But Nightmare pushed them away. This is not his brother, he reminded himself. He looks the same and acts the same, but he’s different. He is different. This is the original. This is not his brother and he will not treat him as such.

Perhaps they should go home now.

He cleared his throat. “Dream.”

His brother cut himself off. “Yeah?”

“Are you ready to go home?”

“Uh.” Dream turned and looked around the world as he thought. “I think so…wait. Wait!” As Nightmare waited, he ran back to where he was sitting, picked up his crown, and came back. He was frowning. “I never made you a flower crown. I was going to once I got done my current one, which is for Orie, but I’m still slow at making them so it’s taking a bit and then you got here and I got distracted.” He looked up, pleading. “Can we go home after I make your crown?”

Nightmare inhaled. He wanted to say no. He really wanted to just be home already. “I’m not sure—”

“Orie won’t mind.” Dream turned to the other Dream—Orie? Short for Original? It was…creative, that’s for sure. “Can we stay for a little bit?”

Orie looked up, blinked, and smiled. “Of course. Though, you may need to pick some more flowers. I’m afraid I used quite a bit with mine.” He did sound genuine, lifting his crown to show him.

“That’s okay. Your crown is amazing. Use all the flowers you need.” Dream reassured, happy. He handed his crown to Nightmare. “I’ll be right back.” Before he could protest, his brother ran towards the flowers across the field.

Huffing, he crossed his arms, tentacles flicking in annoyance.

“You are welcome to take a seat.” The other Dream—Orie—said, sounding hesitant. “It might be a bit before he’s back.”

He refused to look at him. “We aren’t staying long. Once his crown is finished, we’ll be out of your hair.”

Orie laughed. “I have no hair for you to get out of anyway. And I really don’t mind. You can stay for as long as you need, or want. It’s nice to have some company.”

Nightmare wavered before sighing. He sat down, one arm braced on his knee.

“The villagers…?”

“They don’t exist in this place. I don’t think this world is even my home. I’m not sure about yours. My mother was cut down during…well, you know what I mean. I think this place is a mix of both our homes, in hopes of making us both comfortable.” Falling silent, he grabbed a flower and weaved it into his crown, voice lowering. “And if the villagers had existed here, I don’t think I would like to talk to them that much.”

“Aren’t they your friends?” Nightmare wasn’t able to cut all of the bitterness out of his voice.

“They were. Remember, even though I may look like him, I am not your brother. I am a version of him, as you are a version of my brother. Your Dream mentioned a tournament of Nightmare’s, similar to this one. I’m sure you already know that. My story is different than yours is, no matter how similar they may be in text.”

Nightmare said nothing back, just watched his brother pick flowers and get distracted by something, crouching down to poke at it—an insect, probably.

“If I may?” Orie started. When Nightmare hummed, he continued, “Why is your brother a child? He gave a brief explanation, but I feel there’s more to it.” Nightmare was silent for long enough that he added, “You do not have to tell me if you do not want to.”

A beat passed.

Then, Nightmare closed his eyes. “No, it’s fine.” He sighed again, leaning back. “You’re right. There is more to it. I captured him as an adult and held him in a cell for a bit. My plan was to get a magic suppressor from Sci and have Dream drink it. It would make it so he couldn’t use his magic. Couldn’t escape. Couldn’t…fight back. I was going to torture him and make him pay for what he did to me.”

Remembering who he was saying this to, he shifted uncomfortably. Orie made no move to tell him to stop. He looked away anyway, gazing at his brother. “It didn’t go as planned.”

“Turned him into a child.”

“Yes. And he’s been living with us ever since.” Now it was his turn to hesitate. “There…I did ask Sci to make an antidote, but…”

“You are having doubts about using it, turning him back.” Orie finished for him. It seems that, different version or not, Dream always knew what he was thinking.

And he was usually right.

Nightmare quieted.

Orie followed.

From across the field, bright laughter sounded.

Orie shifted. “Nightmare,” he said. Nightmare twitched at the sound of his name, half turning. He couldn’t make himself go all the way. A hand fell onto his shoulder, and Orie continued when he made no move to shove him off. “While I cannot speak for your brother, both versions of him, as we are different people, I am still a version of him, as he is a version of me. Don’t take my words now as cement, but…I can take a guess and say that I believe your brother—the adult Dream—he would be absolutely elated to be given a second chance with you.”

Confused, Nightmare met his eyes, making Orie smile. “As said. Different worlds, maybe, but we are still versions of the same soul. It’s only a guess. But from my memories and feelings, and taking what you and the little Dream have shared with me, I believe your brother would not mind being with you again. Sure, maybe he doesn’t remember all of the hardships you put each other through, and maybe that would be a bittersweet thing, he is with you again. You are brothers again. I think that is all that would really matter to him.” His smile widened, turning into something with an emotion he couldn’t name right now. “It’s a wish fulfilled, I’m sure.”

It's a wish fulfilled.

Was that really true? Could it be true? His brother as he existed as an adult was no longer able to talk for himself. He had no way of knowing for sure. But Orie said it with such conviction, that he wanted to believe it. That if he could ask him, his brother would want to stay with him as a child, even with no memory of the past to understand how they got here. They were together again, after all—that should be the only thing that mattered.

Something in him settled. He would still take the words with a hint of doubt, but he would take them in nonetheless. He would remember them.

It’s a wish fulfilled—then he will make sure it stays that way.

“Dream said you were the original.” Nightmare tilted his head, thinking back. “In my tournament, I don’t think there was an original. There was ‘Corrupted’ and ‘Passive’, but that’s as close as it came.”

Orie hummed. “I see. Well. I suppose one of those could be my brother, or maybe both are the same person from different times. If I had to guess, I’d say corrupted stands a better chance at being the Nightmare from my world, as I look the way I do now.” He smiled again, sadder. Yearning for something. “I would’ve loved to see Passive, however, even for a second.”

Nightmare gazed at him, frowning. “You are more melancholy than my Dream was.”

Orie didn’t seem surprised. “Am I?”

“Yes. Your world…what is different, exactly?”

“Hm. Besides the obvious,” Orie said, gesturing to his Dream across the field, “not much, I think. But there are some key differences. For one, my brother would never care for me as you have for your brother should the same things happen.”

Nightmare blinked. “I doubt that. I never realized how much I cared until this happened. I’m sure your brother would realize the same thing I did.”

Orie’s smile wavered. “While a lovely thought, I doubt it.”

“I insist. It’s as you said, right? Versions of the same soul. I—”

“Would you have killed him?”

The question was delivered calmly.

Nightmare felt it pierce his soul. “…what?”

“If the suppressor had worked as intended, would you have only hurt your brother? Or would you have killed him?”

“I—Wh—”

“Would you have killed your brother?” Orie asked again, looking him in the eye. “When he was magicless and bound, would you taunt him and kill him? Would you look him in the eyes and say that his sins are far too great to apologize for? That the only way he can ever atone for them is to let you kill him.”

Orie sounded like…like he was repeating something he had heard countless times.

Nightmare stared.

Though his eyes were still on him, still on his rough smile and pained eyes—though he still saw all of it, he was no longer focused on it. He gazed through it all, turning back his memories until he was standing in the cell he held Dream in before he was turned into a child when he was sneering down at him and his pleading and his apologies.

When he was at his angriest, convinced hurting his brother was the only way to make him understand how little anything he could say would change anything, would he have gone the extra mile and actually killed him? Would he have thought that torture was too kind? Would he have dusted Dream and left him there in his cell forever, denying him a peaceful rest? If he could go back, knowing the suppressor would not work as intended, would he have eventually crossed the line?

It felt unthinkable, and yet…if the Dream next to him was the original, and if his brother hated so much as to wish death onto him, then what did that mean for Nightmare? Was the same hate there, buried deep inside him, so far that he did not yet realize it?

What would happen should he realize it? Would he…

But Dream, his Dream…

Short of breath, he looked away. He searched the field around him, each second of emptiness making his soul pound quicker, until he found the yellow cape and golden crown of his brother, chasing an insect with a bunch of flowers in his hands. Relieved, he relaxed, taking in the sight of him laughing like it was the last sign of water in an otherwise dry desert.

Feeling eyes on him, Dream looked up and waved.

He smiled to himself, waving back.

Once his brother turned back to his flowers, his smile wavered, Orie’s questions coming back to him. Feeling sick, he looked down, clenching his hands.

It was a horrifying thought, his brother dying. Even more so to imagine it as his little brother—his Dream, the one just across the field and so happy, the one it felt like he had only just gotten back—as the one lying down, wounds littering his body, slowly dusting as he gazed up at him with betrayal and hurt and forgiving in his eyes. He wanted to lock these images away, and deny they would ever happen, but how could he be sure?

If the original version of him wanted his brother dead, what did that mean for him?

No. No.

He refused to believe he would ever harm his brother. Not his version. He could never, would rather harm himself than ever give into those urges. And he knows his boys would kill him themselves or die trying than let him kill his brother. Nightmare, as himself, would never kill his brother. It was a disgusting thought to even ponder.

Sensing his conviction, Orie smiled, not saddened or envious. He nodded, brushing his fingers over his shoulder. “Then it is as I know.”

Nightmare felt sorrow as he looked at him. Maybe not his brother, maybe different stories of the same soul, but they still knew each other. He still hated the thought of a version of him ever wanting to kill their brother. He opened his mouth to say something, anything—apologize. “I—”

Orie shook his head, shushing him. “Do not apologize for the actions of another. You do not influence my brother.” Hardening, he continued, serious, “And my brother does not influence you.”

It was reassuring.

Nightmare nodded. Orie nodded back, smile returning.

He still felt responsible, wanting to give words of encouragement as Orie did for him, but he could see his counsel was not wanted. It made sense, too. If he continued to insist this Dream’s brother still cared for him, that meant opening wounds that took years to close, giving a hope that was carefully shelved new fuel. Orie has had years to understand is his brother might still care for him or not. He cannot, should not, influence that. In Orie’s words: while a lovely thought to think otherwise, he should not force his feelings onto a version of him he did not know.

But…while he could not encourage, perhaps he could…

Carefully, Nightmare reached out and brought Orie into a hug.

Orie twitched in surprise, stiff. He wondered how long it had been since he had hugged his Nightmare. It was a heartbreaking thing to think about. Orie melted into him quickly, hugging back tightly, desperately. He let him, knowing he needed it far more than Nightmare wanted it. Pulling back, he didn’t say anything as Orie Dream wiped his eyes, sniffing.

“Thank you,” Orie whispered.

Nightmare smiled. “Of course.” He didn’t say, it’s what brothers do, but he had a feeling Orie heard it anyway, the way he laughed.

“I’m back!”

They both jumped as his Dream appeared, dropping his collection between them. He sat down and start picking through them. It was…a lot of flowers. All shades of purple and blue, with some white and black and yellow ones thrown in. Nightmare frowned. Maybe too many for one flower crown.

“That’s a lot of flowers.” Nightmare said, silently asking Dream why he got so many.

“I don’t think you need that many,” Orie added, picking up one of the purple ones—a coneflower, if Nightmare remembered correctly.

“Oh, no. I don’t.” Dream said, grinning. “But I picked some for you, too.”

Orie’s sockets widened in surprise. “I’ve already finished mine.”

“I know. It looks really good. But I figured that since I’m making one for my Nightmare, you can make one for yours, too!”

Nightmare twitched.

Orie twirled the flower in his hand. “I don’t think I should…” He seemed hesitant to say why he shouldn’t.

“But it’s like you said, right? Flower crowns don’t have to be perfect because they aren’t meant to be perfect. They are built with your hands and woven with all the care you have for the person you’re making them for. You push your love into the flowers and the person will always know you are with them when they wear it.” Dream tilted his head, curious. “Why shouldn’t you make one for your brother?”

It was an innocent question.

Nightmare joined his brother in gazing at Orie. The Dream was quiet as he gazed at his flower. Then, he smiled, looking content.

“Yes…” he said, looking up. “Why shouldn’t I?”

When they finally went home, both Dreams had one flower crown from each other. And Nightmare left with two—one from his brother, and one as a gift from Orie, who knew he would appreciate it far more than his own brother would.

#my writing #my fanfiction #fanfiction #oneshot #undertale #utmv #dreamtale #dream tournament #dream sans #nightmare sans #one small dream #mentioned ink sans #mentioned blue sans #mentioned bad sanses #please let me know any warnings i missed #let me know what you think!!

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iquiteliterallydonotknow · 1 month

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Thank you @a-fan-of-twomp for sending in this lovely dress ! I think it works great for both of them

Also I think Argos would be like 5’6 :>

I don’t know why the colours got so desaturated in the second pic. I agree that Argos would have eyes all over his body since he’s based on the guy from Roman/greek(Argus) mythology who had hundreds of eyes all over himself, I think that would be preettty uncomfortable.

#twomp #argos twomp #mr plant x argos #ashur gharavi #argos x mr plant #the world of Mr plant #twomp fanart #if you have an item of clothing for either of them to wear msg me #free commissions #argos fanart #mr plant twomp #mr plant fanart #digital art #also I tried out a new brush for the outline #let me know what you think!!#thanks again!#for the pic #I was really struggling with the hands here but I think they actually turned out ok

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aecu · 2 years

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11:49 - haechan

warnings pretty vanilla, haechan hears something he shouldn’t have, roommates!au, kind of angsty (?), unedited because i now have a headache and need to eat Real Food

“Have fun last night?”

The sound of your roommates voice from behind you startles you enough to make your drink spill over the sides of the cup. “Fuck,” you whisper, “Nice one, Hyuck.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Reaching over the counter to grab a rag, you ponder his question. What did you do last night? You came home from work, took a shower, made a quick dinner, caught up on a few episodes of your favorite show, none of which he was home for. The only other thing you had done, definitely the most shameful of all, was try out the new vibrator you ordered while thinking about your roommate. He couldn’t possibly have heard that could he?

Your skin is hot, almost searing from the thought of donghyuck hearing you cry out for him. Feigning obliviousness, you continue wiping up the liquid on the counter and answer him without turning your head to face him.

“No? I mean, I had about as much fun as one can have after a long day at work,” you huff, now dabbing at the wet spot on your t-shirt. Donghyuck moves from behind you, walking to the other side of the counter to grab a coffee cup, lips twinged upwards in a smile because he knows you’re putting on an act. The kitchen falls silent for a few moments, aside from the sputtering of the coffee maker in front of you. You know this looks weird, dabbing at the same spot on your shirt for a two minutes, refusing to even look at him, you’re almost sure he knows there’s something going on.

“Well it sounded like you were having a lot of fun,” Donghyuck says. Fuck, you think, he definitely knows. Your fingers dig into the rough cloth of the rag as you struggle to formulate an answer that isn’t entirely humiliating. “I’m not mad y’know. It was kinda hot hearing my cute roommate get off thinking about me,” he continues. Your skin becomes infinitely more hot and your only wish is that the world would open and swallow you up to save you from embarrassment.

“Hyuck please, I get it. Can we not talk about this right now?” You plead, hoping he takes his coffee and heads back to his room.

“Why? So we can beat around the bush and pretend like we don’t wanna fuck each other? C’mon baby, you’re gonna tell me you don’t want me after I heard you stuffing your pussy and wishing it was me?” He teases. You can feel your underwear dampening at his words. You want him so bad, you’re past the point of denial mentally, but you’re afraid of what things will be like if you choose to let him have this. Are the two of you dating? Are you friends with benefits? Is this just a one time thing?

“Hey, look at me,” Donghyuck says, having walked around the counter again to stand beside you. His hand comes under your chin, guiding you to look at him. “If you want me to drop this, I will. I’m not gonna do anything if you aren’t down,” his words are comforting, and even though saying yes might jeopardize your living situation and friendship with Donghyuck, any rationale you may have is clouded by how badly you want him to touch you.

“Please touch me, Hyuck,” your voice is hushed, but it’s all he needs to hear before leaning down to kiss you. It’s sloppy and quick, tongues pushing against each other, hands running carelessly over each other’s bodies. Donghyuck pulls away to look at you, admiring the swell of your lips and the warmth of your cheek against his palm. He thinks you look beautiful like this, and it only makes him want you more. Wordlessly, he tugs you up from your chair and drags you along to his bedroom.

When you reach his room, you’re met with the deep hue of blue from his LED lights and the familiar scent of his cologne. Too caught up in darting your eyes around his bedroom—despite having been there many times before—you miss Donghyuck asking you to lay down.

“Can you lay down for me, baby? I just wanna get you ready for me,” he asks softly, on his knees at the foot of the bed. You quickly oblige and lay on your back, lifting your hips as he tugs at the waistband of your shorts and underwear. A shudder drags down your spine when the cold air hits you and Donghyuck chuckles, finding your jitteriness to be cute. “So pretty. So wet for me too. Gonna let me touch you, right?” You manage to squeak out a shy ‘yes’ before feeling his pointer finger sink into you. It feels nice, a bit unusal, but not painful in the slightest. He brings his tongue to slide against your clit, getting his first real taste of you. Your thighs close around his head at the unexpected feeling.

“Please don’t stop,” you swear you can almost feel him smile against you before moving his finger and drawing shapes against you with his tongue. The small space of his bedroom fills with the sloppy sounds of his tongue and your moans, getting increasingly louder as he adds a second finger. “Hyuck, I’m gonna cum soon,” you gasp. It doesn’t take him long to remove his mouth and fingers from your pussy, standing up and wiping his chin on the sleeve of his jacket. He notices the way your brows furrow at his actions and leans down to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Donghyuck tugs his sweats and boxers off, tossing his jacket somewhere in the room in the process. He strikes himself a few times before realize that the two of you have never had sex with each other before and that he definitely didn’t think this through.

“Shit,” he breathes, “Do you want me to use a condom? I’m clean, but I’ll use one if you want me to,” You quickly shake your head no and hook your ankles around his hips, pulling him closer to you and wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you. He lines his cock up with your hole, groaning as he watches the way you suck him in so well. “Oh baby, you were keeping this from me? Could’ve had this so long ago if we weren’t so fucking stupid.” The feeling of his cock dragging against your walls has your head spinning with pleasure. It feels like he was made to fuck you, the way he reaches just deep enough inside you.

“Faster please,” you moan, feeling his hips roll against yours faster.

“Good girl, taking everything I give you. Nobody else takes it as good as you do.” Donghyuck’s words and movements bring you closer to cumming. Nothing else is on your mind besides him. “‘M getting close baby, where do you want me to cum?” He asks.

“Inside. Please fill me up,” your begging is enough to push him over the edge and your orgasm follows closely after you feel his cum spurt inside you. After a few more sloppy thrusts, he pulls out, laying on his back beside you. The room is almost silent again, save for the sounds of mixed heavy breathing. The moments after your release allow for a break in your thoughts of Donghyuck and gives you far too much time to wonder: What the fuck just happened?

Your need for your roommate was satiated but at what cost? Where does your relationship stand? As much as you wish it wasn’t there, you can physically feel the guilt settling in you. However, before you can turn your head to ask Donghyuck about what happened, he’s already dozed off.

Maybe the two of you can talk about it later.

#hiiii i definitely hate the end of this but i hit 800 and desperately wanted to put something out #let me know what you think!!#but also be gentle please 🙁#read more will be added within the next hour (hopefully)#haechan smut #lee haechan smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut

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thepinklink · 2 months

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Alright, since I’ve already got so much of it out there, I’m going to just start publishing the whole thing.

I present to you my latest work, Drown Your Sorrows, to be released in chapters. Go read chapter 1 now, if you’d like! I’m actually very proud of this, I hope you like it :)

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu warriors #plink writes #let me know what you think!!

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mariposiel · 1 year

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LMK S4 THEORIES

A/N: Okay, so below are my thoughts about Wukong’s past, his mountain imprisonment, how the Brotherhood was defeated, and how Macaque was “killed.” Just some headcanons, theories, and character introspection!

Initial theory in the first paragraph is credited to @/nixthefanartist!

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When the Brotherhood had originally gone to fight the Jade Emperor, they had lost and Wukong surrendered along with Azure Lion, Yellow Tusk, Peng, and Macaque. However, Sun Wukong was given an ultimatum, and that was to surrender, or have his friends die. He actually might have won against the Jade Emperor but that would’ve been at the cost of the other four’s lives. So, he surrendered in the end. The Brotherhood goes back to Flower Fruit Mountain (FFM) where Macaque and Wukong have a talk that escalates into a big argument, fueled by their loss against the celestials. (Or maybe, their friendship becomes strained over a longer period of time, which eventually accumulates into a huge fight/argument).

In a fit of frustration, Wukong leaves, traveling back to the celestial realm where he has the bet with Buddha over his claim of wanting to replace the Jade Emperor (“If you can jump from my palm, you, or whoever you want, can become the Jade Emperor in his stead” - Buddha). However, Wukong loses again because Buddha is able to hold the universe in the palm of his hand, and as punishment, he is not let off so easily, spending 500 years of imprisonment under the mountain.

During this long period of time, Azure, Peng, and Yellow Tusk built that mountain ridge city, deciding that they didn’t need Wukong’s help, seeing that he had seemingly abandoned ship. DBK had left to try and conquer some smaller lands in the meantime, desiring more power (this was the reason why he wasn’t at the city, the reason why he wasn’t sealed within the scroll). On and off during these centuries, Macaque also tried to take care of Flower Fruit Mountain in the King’s absence, looking after the various monkeys.

Macaque thinks Wukong abandoned him and the sworn brothers but really, Wukong was trapped under that mountain for 500 years after losing the bet to Buddha. And after that time period was up, he was freed by Guanyin and Tang Sanzang, going on the JTTW to make up for his crimes against heaven. This was basically his only choice in the matter, plus the fillet practically forced Wukong to follow the orders of Tripitaka, like a dog on a leash. But over time, Wukong became fond of the pilgrims despite it all during the 14 years of the JTTW.

All the same, Wukong had thought Macaque and his sworn brothers had abandoned him because the Great Sage had tried calling out for help, thinking that at least Macaque would be able to hear him with his six ears. But no help came and he eventually gave up as decades turned into centuries. Though, he didn’t know that the reason Macaque couldn’t hear him was because of a magical spell surrounding the mountain, blocking out his calls from underneath. It was only when Guanyin and Tang crossed the threshold upon the mountain, that his calls were finally heard.

All in all, they both thought the other abandoned them but really, it was miscommunication and tragic events being orchestrated in the background.

The Brotherhood eventually learns that Wukong had sided with the heavenly realm, for reasons unknown to them. So, all they had known at the moment was that the Great Sage had abandoned them for centuries only to appear one day as heaven’s lapdog basically. Not sure on what to think about this, Macaque leaves to FFM to clear his head and to sort out his feelings. However, in his absence, the mountain ridge city is destroyed by the JTTW group. And as punishment ordered by the Heavenly Court, the celestial officials had originally wanted the three demons dead but Wukong instead gave the idea of sealing them inside the scroll as an act of mercy.

Before Azure Lion was taken away, he shared some final words with Wukong, words that the monkey did not like the sound of, knowing that Azure would not give up so easily on his quest to dethrone the Jade Emperor, even if it meant showing no mercy to his old friend. Azure Lion believes that defeating the Jade Emperor would be best for everyone, and he wouldn’t let anyone get in his way for “justice” by the time he’s free from the scroll. This is the reason Wukong is wary of Azure during S4. Plus, the hurt of Wukong’s betrayal probably fueled Azure’s last words to him as well.

To be noted, Macaque wasn’t with the three other demons when the JTTW group destroyed the city; he was at Flower Fruit Mountain but even from there, his six ears caught wind of the encounter so he rushed over there only to see the celestial guards holding the three demons in magical restraints. And then he finally saw Wukong and he was about to go over there and demand to know where he’s been until he’s stopped in his tracks upon seeing the golden fillet around the simian’s forehead. At that sight, the darker monkey manages to slip away in the shadows. The three other demons are transported to the underworld, sealed within the scrolls of memories.

And from there, Macaque eventually tracked down the pilgrim group, attacking Tripitaka and the others, believing that they were forcing Wukong to do their work for them, believing that they were the reason why Wukong had abandoned and betrayed the Brotherhood. However, by this time, Sun Wukong had already grown fond of his allies, and he was still wearing the golden fillet, so the Great Sage protected Tang Sanzang from Macaque, giving the dark haired monkey that scar on his eye. Having to continue on with the journey, Wukong left him with a heavy heart, his emotions in disarray upon seeing his old friend after centuries of no contact. Plus, the last time they had talked involved an argument, which didn’t help either.

From this battle, Macaque was simply knocked out. However, by the time he came to, the Lady Bone Demon had found him, having witnessed his defeat. She thought she could use the darker monkey in her plans, believing that she could utilize their broken friendship against them. So, in order to drive them further apart from each other, she had disguised herself as Wukong to make it seem like the simian was just finishing the job and killed Macaque, which he was tragically awake to experience. Then, she resurrected him later on and tried to make him work for her which he subsequently refused, escaping even though it had seemed like he owed her for “saving” his life and that “Wukong” had killed him. Because even Macaque could sense something was wrong with her, even if she had seemingly saved his life. Then, LBD was sealed away in the tomb by Tripitaka, having been caught by the pilgrims after she tried attacking them by disguising herself once more, which Wukong detected and called her out on.

Seeing that Macaque has abandoned her, even after she gives him new life, LBD forces him to help her later on during the events of S3. It’s the reason why she says that she’s capable of erasing the very memory of him because she basically already altered the very memories of his death.

After Wukong finished his 14 years during the JTTW, he finally encountered DBK later on, the bull demon rampaging on several villages. There were two reasons why he was attacking them: one to gain power and to cause destruction and two to expel his anger and frustration upon learning that his sworn brothers were sealed within the memory scroll when he was gone. This is that famous scene at the start of LMK S1 where Wukong defeats DBK, trapping him under a mountain for 500 years, leaving his staff on top of the mountain.

There were probably even more conflicting emotions stirring within Wukong upon seeing DBK again. It wasn’t such a heroic tale as described by Tang, but one of pain, and regret. Wukong was still angry at the Bull demon for not answering his pleas for help when he was trapped for 500 years, so he sealed DBK under a mountain, as a taste of his own medicine. This was, of course, also to prevent the demon bull from further laying siege to the villages. However, Wukong still felt regret for his actions, for sealing almost all of his old friends away, from driving away his closest companion (Macaque), so he left Ruyi Bang on the mountain, believing that he did not deserve such a powerful artifact anymore, not after all the mistakes he had made in the past. And he left, disappearing to Flower Fruit Mountain in isolation as his own form of self punishment.

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