#I missed his monkey tail so I wanted to draw it

[gatorgrumbles]

Prince Monkey Butt

[chrattenthusiast]

Car sex- Chris sturniolo

Warning: nsfw, minors dni ( or do idc), not entirely proof read

authors note : slight romance, dom chris but he’s sweet!!!???, i get slightly poetic at the end (sorry)

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You get up from your vanity after finishing your night routine, winding down for the night. When your phone buzzes, you pick up the cellular device and glance at the text you received.

* you up baby?*

You smile smugly, Chris and you weren’t anything but two people that craved intimacy without the need for labels.

*yeah, see you in 15* —you say,knowing it was a regular routine that happened 2 maybe 5 times a week

You hastily change into comfortable clothing, slipping into a matching set, knowing that it would be torn to shreds by the end of the night. Finishing up the rest of your routine, you get another text that Chris is outside.

Cautiously opening your bedroom window in hopes of not disrupting your family members, you safely make it down the ground. Your eyes shift to Chris silhouette sitting in the car parked across the street. Getting in the car he gives you a smile.

“I’ve missed you “ he says

“ I saw you 3 days ago” you say

“exactly” he jokes

He takes you to the cherished spot you both discovered during numerous drives, that left you both thoroughly content at the end of the night

Parking at your destination, neither of you utter a word. He takes the initiative, brushing your loosely fallen hair, and though you don't meet his gaze, it's the longest you've gone without eagerly leaping into his arms.

“You shy now? That’s a little out of your nature don’t you think” he says tauntingly

Chris gently grasps your jaw, planting a tender kiss on your lips. You however escalate by pulling his chain to bring him more closer

“There she is” he says

His hands firmly grip your waist, effortlessly lifting you over the gear as you straddle his waist. The intimate dance of your lips mirrors the growing intensity between you. your hands moves from chris’s shoulder to the back of his hair lightly tugging at it. drawing him even closer, blurring the already minimal space between you two.

a soft moan escapes your lips as chris gently tugs at your pony tail, making his way to the nape of your neck leaving rough kisses

“fuck, get in the back” he says

Without hesitation, he swiftly follows, his fingers deftly tugging at the waistband of your pants, skillfully sliding off the material. In a seamless motion, he grabs the hem of your hoodie, pulling it off to reveal the matching set you had put on earlier

“ all this for me?” he says

you internally shrink from his intense gaze and move to cover yourself up when he pushes your hands away.

“take my pants off for me baby” , you oblige lifting yourself up from his lap tugging of the material.

He grabs onto the waistband of your underwear, swiftly tearing through the flimsy fabric. A silent gasp escapes you as you curse inwardly, aware that yet another pair joins the countless others he's unraveled. Chris grabs onto your arms, pinning them behind your back.

Chris's fingers glide across your entrance, gathering your wetness. A gasp escapes you, and you throw your head back, wanting to shut your legs, but his lap confines you, denying that option.

"You're so wet for me," he says, looking down at you, taking his fingers. You watch as Chris is in a complete daze, slipping another finger. You move your hips, trying to match his rhythm as he moves painfully slow, enjoying the fact that it made you miserable, knowing he had so much control over you.

“please” is all you blurt out

“please what hm” he asks you

“faster chris fuck” you say frustrated

He fastens his pace; you meet his gaze, and a small moan escapes you. Feeling proud of the way you respond to his movements, he lets you enjoy it, almost letting you reach that point of release. When suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, causing an audible whine to escape your mouth.

you glare at him. internally cussing at him and why he had to restrict you from the one thing he was so good at giving you. no one could make you feel like he did and he knew that.

His boxers meet the other clothing piled onto the floor, grabbing your hips slowly but assertively, forcing you down onto his dick. He begins to move his hips at a less frustrating pace, pinning your arms behind your back and leaving you no leeway to escape, your clit stimulated by his shaft.

you subconsciously hold back your moans, not wanting to let every sound leave your lips. and chris notices

“let it all out for me, i know you want to” he says

still not convinced you continue to bite on your lip not entirely comfortable with the concept. which is when chris picks up his pace up further

He pulls down on the back of your head, making you maintain the level of his gaze. With your hands pinned back and nowhere else to run, you have no choice but to oblige.

His free hand comes down on your ass, giving you a harsh smack. Massaging the area to soothe the sting, he smiles as you let out a loud moan at the mix of pain and pleasure.

“i’ve missed you, you know “ he says continuing to buck his hips focusing on making you feel good

“you miss me baby?” he whispers against your lips

"Yeah, Chris," you blurt out, unsure why he'd want to talk when your head is all fuzzy from him hitting all the right spots.

“how much ? show me” he releases the restrain he had on your arms

“ride me.” he demands

You move your hips up and down over his shaft, soaking him with every motion. His grip is harsh enough to bruise as he groans, and you bend lower, meeting his lips to give him a sloppy kiss, taking every inch of him inside you.

You separate from the kiss, leaning your hands on his shoulders, wanting him to be closer. He takes notice, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you closer.

“better?” he asks and you nod unable to form a single sentence

You continue to quicken your pace, and Chris watches you with nothing but love and possessiveness, even letting out hushed sighs. He uses his grip on you to bring you down, orchestrating your body to his own accord you instantly accept.

The car is filled with the sounds of your hips moving at the perfect rhythm and the kisses he leaves against your jaw. He bucks his hips to touch that spot that could send you into a frenzy.

“Chris," you whine, "please don't stop. I'm—"

“ i know baby” he whispers “ you wanna come for me?”

your stomach crumples at his word, as he continues to slide up and down inside you

“answer me” he says calmly not struggling to form as sentence as you were

“yes chris, please” you plead for the hundredth time tonight

pressing his forehead against yours, he smiles at how hard you were squeezing him, fighting the urge to cum so hard inside you. he takes the alternative route and pushes his grunts down

“who does this pussy belong to” he says

“you chris” you say quickly

He looks at you without slowing down the pace he had you moving at. It's too much for you, and he knows it, but he loves pushing you past your limits. He relishes being the only one who makes you feel this way, never failing to mention it every time he ends up inside you.

"Look down at how well you're taking me," he says, and you do as you're told. He takes his thumb, circling your sensitive clit, smiling when it makes you tear up.

“now look at me, has anyone ever made you feel this way?”

“no” you answer hastily

“and no one ever will ” he says “yeah?”

you nod quickly as it started to get overwhelming. his fingers.his dick. him

“i need to hear you say it” he pleads

“yes chris, i’m yours. every part. i promise” you say

“atta girl” he groans as your walls clamped against him. “ you can come baby” he encourages

and you do instantly, releasing yourself all over him feeling nothing but relief as chris continues to circle your clit faster driving you off the edge dragging your orgasm further.

you grasp onto him as you felt like you would pass out; your vision blurred with white spots from the intensity

chris watches you proudly as you let out the loudest moan with no shame, soon you feel chris realese into you letting out a sigh of relief.

His gaze shifts to your face, puffy lips, and tear-stained cheeks. Kissing the tears that fell from your eyes, he trails his fingers up and down your back, comforting you.

You attempt to lift yourself from him, a routine that usually leaves your heart slightly heavy—not out of regret, but with the lingering hope that someday you might truly have him. At times, you feel a sense of self-reproach for thinking that way, knowing well that it was a mutual agreement between the both of you to avoid emotional involvement. Despite its unhealthy nature, a selfish part of you rationalizes that having him physically, even if not in the way you desire, is sufficient.

—but he holds you steadily, the feeling of your release and his dripping, makes it harder to push those feelings away

“let me take you out “ he states

“on a date” he says bluntly

You're caught off guard by the unexpected proposition, your assumption that your connection with Chris was solely physical shattered. Chris maintains eye contact, a hint of anxiety surfacing in anticipation of your reaction.

“okay ” you say

“okay” he replies.

you both stay in the same position. as he places a kiss on your forehead innocently, him still burried deep inside you as you stare at each other. You silently hope that he wouldn’t leave you on the edge of heartache.

[cheesecakezyum]

HII;!! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)/ I'm not sure if you'll take this but can I request a Sun Wukong ofcourze :) where MK and the gang are stalking him cause he's acting weird but is actually just happy his s/o is back from their travels and he's all lovey-dovey over them thank you! (Not a one shot but over all just headcanons plzz ☺️)

Hello there anon! Thank you for such a cute request <3

While I do love my headcanons I hope you don’t mind a bit of predetermined context as to why the reader left at first!

Missed you more than you know.

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♡ - It’s not like you wanted to leave your friends (Leaning more towards found family at this point really), but you wanted to pursue your own goals! And he— well, your lover.. Couldn’t just up and leave with you. He had to attend to his own duties as a mentor!

♡ - Since you were little, you’ve always wanted to travel. You were an artist, and your goal was to draw as much fauna as you could in your quite short life. Wukong had helped you a ton— especially while he was courting you! His gifts were often messily put together flowers and saplings, right at your window! At some point, your small apartment was your own personal nursery.

♡ - But he couldn’t just give everything to you and call your dreams off. You wanted to actually see fauna thriving under the hands of Mother Nature! To not just sketch the specimen but the surroundings as well, the wildlife. You grew warm and fuzzy just thinking of it.

♡ - So after a full year of preparation, you had finally taken your long awaited leave in pursuit of your dreams; Giving your simian one last kiss, you bid him goodbye. The way in which his tail was securely wrapped around your wrist slowly softened in defeat as you turned away.

You knew that if you looked back, you’d never be able to leave.

♡ - Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Romania, Italy, Croatia— and so many other destinations had been just what you’ve been dreaming of. Europe was just as beautiful as you’ve read! If not more so. And one sketchbook had grown to 3, 4 if you cared to count the pages which were half filled.

♡ - And every night (At least every night where he wasn’t busy himself), Wukong would telepathically communicate with you! You just called it spiritual face time and chose to call it a day.

♡ - While you’d ramble about whatever interesting interactions or discoveries you’ve made, Wukong would keep you updated on how everyone was doing. An improvement in MK’s technique, Mei fixing up a new scooter she had found, etc.

♡ - And every night, after you’ve wished each other good night— he’d never forget to mention just how empty flower fruit mountain felt without you.

“I love you,”

“I miss you more every day you’re gone,”

“Your warmth, that laugh, the way your cheeks brighten at my cheesy comments.”

“I wish you were here with me right now. Heh, everyone does.”

♡ - After what felt like an eternity; you were more than satisfied with your work and began heading home! You couldn’t wait to tell him in person everything you’ve accomplished, and just how satisfied you were with your numerous sketches, watercolors, and inked works you’d soon frame all over your abode in remembrance.

♡ - Walking into your apartment for the first time in ages made your heart soar the minute you saw what surrounded you.

Your flowers, shrubbery, and plants had all been taken care of to near perfection. Not a single vine or leaf had wilted since your departure.

♡ - Your partner had tenderly cared for each of your greenery with such pristine care that you thought they even looked better than they had before— blooming bright and beautifully even when it wasn’t in season.

♡ - It seemed like you weren’t alone in the apartment as well, turning your head to see the Monkey King himself finishing up watering your pitcher plants.

♡ - And making eye contact, you noticed the way his jaw hung slack— as if he was being delusional and you were simply a figment of his imagination.

—

“Hey, hey, don’t overwater it! It’s spilling all over the floor!” You had urgently exclaimed, rushing over to snatch the watering can from his gentle hold and place it on a flat surface.

(It was a ceramic white duck, by far one of your favorites out of the many which were just stashed away in your closet.)

A puddle seemed to have already been made in between you two— but you couldn’t help but giggle in his obvious stupor.

Wukong’s voice was seemingly breathless, speaking in almost a whisper.

“You’re back, for real?”

Before you could even muster a response, you found yourself lifted in the air— then back in his loving embrace.

“I am, Wukong. I’m back.”

—

♡ - A week had passed, and within it you were more than happy to tell him and everyone else about your travels / experiences. It was practically expected— being gone for so long only leaving so much room for stories to tell.

♡ - What wasn’t expected, however, was the absolute clinginess of Wukong since your return. He hadn’t left your side once if it was in his control. Training and personal duties aside, you never spent more than 10 minutes of free time without being interrupted by his boisterous nature.

“Honey, I’m home!”

♡ - Once, you had to go into the shopping district for produce. The fruits had seemed especially delicious! You couldn’t leave without your mate however, as he had chosen to shape himself into a butterfly just to inspect what you were buying. Totally just that, not like it was anything else!

♡ - You’ve even caught MK and Mei sneaking around you at times where you thought it was just you and Wukong. Not that you could blame them, though. Anyone would be interested if they knew the great sage couldn’t get enough of you, being around you, all that mumbo jumbo.

♡ - Nights were spent either in your own bedroom or on the floor of his shack, coddled by both him and the many other monkeys which called Flower Fruit Mountain your home.

—

It was the same as always; tail curled around you ankle, an arm snaked around your waist and his soft breathing muffled into your hair.

You whispered into the darkness of your room—

“Did you really miss me that much?”

You didn’t expect an answer so quick to come from his mouth.

“More than you know.”

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EEEE IT FEELS GOOD TO WRITE AGAIN! Besides planning of course. I hope you enjoyed!

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ³

𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞...

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a ghost from your past makes a surprise appearance, dragging forth all the regrets and wishes you'd spent years trying to drown. and yet, some strange string of Fate keeps you and the future king of the pirates intertwined, for better or for worse.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: opla!luffy x gn!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.6k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: use of Y/N, gn reader, ANGST, alcohol, an existential crisis probably

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬: the 1 (long pond), i want to live, son of nyx

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If someone asked you how many years you’d been a marine, your answer would be uhm, well, less than ten, because the actual number was lost to you. But you knew it’d been less than ten. Being with the marines for more than a decade was a thought that shot nausea straight to your gut.

However long it’d been, things had reached a comfortable norm. You rarely saw Koby those days. Back when you were stationed on the same ship, you and he had grown close, finding something familiar in the soul of the other. Now Koby was a captain, you were just under him in rank as a commander, and the two of you were under different commands. 

You rarely noticed when a day passed anymore. It was all a numbing cycle of chores, reports, and arrests—repeat. Your cohorts had taken to a game they called Make-Y/N-Crack, in which they did everything in their power to draw any sort of reaction from you.

No one had won so far, your deadpan too seeped into your whole being that you’d near forgotten how to smile.

Your main indicator of a passage of time was the wear and tear of Luffy’s wanted poster, one of his very first, and certainly not his last. It was faded in some places and torn in a corner, but you held it close to you wherever you went, including the island your ship was stopped at for supplies. 

Given that the ship would be there for a few days, you and your fellows had one night to yourselves to roam the town and do as you pleased. 

“Commander—”

“We’re off duty, Nia. Call me my name,” you said evenly, cutting off the soldier girl. Nia burned bright red, mouth snapping shut. You sighed. “What do you need?”

“Well, I was just wondering why you’re going that way?” she asked, jutting her chin at the side street you’d been headed toward when she called you back. Behind Nia, a rowdy crowd of fellow marines waited for their friend to join, each casting you a contemplative kind of glower. “We’re all headed to the bar, if you wanted to come?”

They all hated you, for reasons you didn't bother to fathom. All except Nia, who was possibly too gentle to be a commissioned marine, in your opinion. “I’m fine. I know where I’m going.”

She nodded once and turned tail, jogging after her friends who nudged her shoulder with a tease you didn’t catch. You stood for a moment and watched them go; you watched their easy smiles and close camaraderie, and you missed that.

Koby flourished in this line of work, setting out everyday to make this world better. You felt you should be doing the same—that you were doing the same—but it all felt so useless. So mundane. Worthless.

You had yet to cross paths with the pirate Monkey D. Luffy. It hadn't yet been a decade, but what if ten years did pass? What then? Would you continue as you are, mindlessly walking a path you’d carved for yourself?

“I need a drink,” you muttered, turning back down the dimly lit street. 

You were somewhat familiar with the town, having been here once before around a year ago. Koby had been with you then, that being one of your last weeks together before he was promoted and moved to a different ship.

It was your intention to find the cozy tavern once again to maybe mull over some of your less-bitter memories. That thought had you running a hand over your face. What’s become of me?

Sometimes you forgot why you’d joined the marines, and then the poster tucked into the pocket of your coat burned with the reminder. Other times, you wondered why you stayed after all this time (you hadn't found a decent answer for that yet).

You found it was easier to get drunk than to wonder where your decisions had led you.

The moment you stepped into the tavern a wave of warm air hit you, along with the odor of sweat, alcohol, and bread. Not the most pleasing combination, but you trudged inside and beelined for the bar anyway. 

The bartender shot you a tight grin, stress lining her forehead. “What can I get ya?”

“Surprise me,” you muttered, setting some money down on the counter. She swiped it up and made to fetch a drink, but her eyes found your messy uniform first. She hesitated, glancing up at you, before warily continuing on her way.

You threw your head into your hands, heaving a sigh. You really should have changed before leaving the ship. Being a marine didn’t make you popular with a great many people. You liked it when town’s smiled at you even when they saw your uniform, but those occurrences were growing fewer and farther between.

If only you had Koby’s optimism. If only you had the guts to stand up. If only you’d gone with Luffy. If only, if only, if only…

He’d probably forgotten all about you, moved on with the sea in his hair and light in his eyes. 

“Here you go.” The bartender placed a drink to your right. You cast it a glance and pulled it closer, peering into the dark liquid. “Strong stuff. Ya look like you need it.”

You nodded through a huffy laugh. “Thanks, miss.”

After cracking your neck you tipped back your drink, grimacing at the sting and just plain awful taste. She chuckled as she walked away. “Told you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled into the cup, taking another swig and slamming it back down with a cough.

A figure plopped into the seat beside you, the ruffling of their coat meeting your ears. They let free a hefty sigh, and you swore you felt their exhaustion just radiating off their skin. 

“Brandy, if you please.”

You choked into your cup, this time not from the rancid burn. Stiff as a board, you stared daggers into the bar, hands tight around the cup. The bartender handed over a glass to the person beside you.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” That voice was gruff with a sly tilt to it. You knew that voice.

You didn’t want to turn, but you did anyway, wide eyes landing on the profile of a one armed, red haired pirate you thought for certain you’d never see again.

Shanks swirled around his liquor before taking a drink, slamming the cup back down a moment later. Really, you should have fled the site and gone to spend a miserable night with the other marines. But your whole body was seized up, eyes locked on Luffy’s idol.

“I—” you squeaked, cupping a hand over your mouth an instant later as Shanks cast you a side eye.

Immediately, he was curious, wondering why exactly this kid looked so familiar. He turned his head, disturbed by how you stared at him like you’d seen a ghost. scrutinizing your face, it hit him like a punch to the gut; in his mind’s eye he shrank you down a few feet, gave you a set of buck teeth, and placed you next to a little curly headed boy.

“Y/N?” He laughed. “What—You’re so big!”

Though he smiled, you couldn’t help but picture his face in a wanted poster. Your uniform felt all too hot and heavy all of a sudden. “Uh…”

“What’re you doing here, kid?” He clapped you on the shoulder and nearly knocked the breath out of you. “Where’s Luffy? I never thought I’d see one without the other.”

You hated to spoil his excitement at the prospect of seeing the boy, so you avoided the question altogether. “I’m here for work.”

He saw right through you, his smile losing some of its genuineness. “And Luffy?” You turned and tipped back the last of your drink, and Shanks finally noticed your attire, particularly the familiar emblem. “Shit—the Marines? Really?”

Annoyance crept up your mind. You held your cup in both hands, gaze hung. “Commander Y/N, at your service.”

“Commander… wow.” He shifted to completely face you, a grin working up his face. “That’s amazing.”

You had expected a shout, maybe the retrieval of his pistol. Not whatever that was. You faced him warily, catching pride flashing in his eyes. “You’re not angry…”

“Why would I be?” He waved for the bartender to bring him another drink, motioning two fingers at her. “You’re successful. Always knew you would be, Worm.”

A childish part of you fluttered at the mention of that old nickname. Bookworm. Hah. You hardly read these days, always too busy. The bartender put down two shot glasses and swept away. “But… My job is to catch pirates like you.”

He scoffed, nudging your glass toward you. “No offense, Commander Bookworm, but you’re not catching me anytime soon.”

“I wasn't going to try. Just saying.” You picked up the glass and watched him reach to clink his to yours. Letting slide a scant smirk, you accepted the cheers and shot back the liquid in sync with Shanks. 

You nearly gagged again as you set the glass back down, laughing. “God, I hate liquor.”

Shanks nudged you as he called for yet another drink. “Can’t say the same.” The conversation fell short, and Shanks cast you a glance as you fiddled with the fabric of your coat. “Mind if I ask how you got here? I mean, I figured for sure you’d be with Luffy. You’ve seen his poster, right?”

“Of course,” you snapped back, your hand passing over your pocket. “I, uhm… A while back, Luffy escaped…”

His eyes held a misty sadness. “And you didn’t.”

You found yourself shaking your head, hands closing into fists. “I chose to stay behind.”

Shanks waited for you to elaborate, blinking blankly. And when you didn’t— “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Excuse me,” you startled.

“Why the fuck,” he enunciated incredulously, “would you stay behind? He’s gotta be beside himself.”

Straightening up, you narrowed your eyes at him. “Even if he was, it’s been years, Red Hair. He’s gotten over it—”

“Have you?” The question was instantaneous, no hesitation behind the dagger-like words.

“What?”

“Gotten over it. I doubt you have.”

You gaped at him. “You know nothing about me. Don’t think you’ve got me all figured out just because you ruined my life by giving Luffy all those stupid dreams—” You choked, huffed, and attempted to make a quick escape.

Shanks’ hand found your shoulder, gentle yet firm, and you plopped back onto your seat, eyes closed tight. “Let me go.”

“I’m sorry,” he said slowly. “Okay? I’ll back off.”

Without asking or saying anything at all, the bartender set another glass of that awful drink in front of you. You took a sip, shaking his hand off and taking a moment to breathe. “It was for the best, all right? I would only hold him back. Look how far he’s come. He couldn’t have done that with me lagging after him.”

“Why would you be lagging?” When you didn’t answer, only turning your face away, he nudged you with his shoulder. “Worm?”

That name made it hard to take anything seriously, but somehow, you managed, hissing out a sigh through your teeth. “It’s much easier to read about other people being brave.” Chewing your lip, “I like to read about heroes, mostly to remind myself why I’m not one.”

“You’re a marine. Surely sometimes you’re a hero.”

“Sometimes.” Throwing caution to the wind, you drank your whole glass in one swig, letting the alcohol simmer through your blood and turn your mind hazy. 

“What did you mean,” he asked. “When you said I ruined your life?”

“Oh. It’s nothing.”

“Tell me.”

You tried to slide off the stool again. “Goodbye, Shanks.”

He didn’t stop you this time, only shifting to watch you slowly trudge away. Shanks scoffed. “C’mon, Worm. What’re you so afraid of?”

Lots of things. You were afraid of spiders and falling, though not of heights themselves, and you quite liked the daddy-long-legs. You were afraid of losing, of failing, of being wrong. Of seeing Luffy again and having him be completely disappointed with what he saw. An all consuming fear that you can’t change what you are, that you’re too far down this road to ever think of turning back.

You hardly realized you’d stopped walking until Shanks was at your side, moving to catch your distracted gaze. “Kid?”

You swallowed thickly. “I was always content with my fate. Luffy wasn’t, and a lot of that has to do with you. The rest was his own passion.” That incessant burn resurfaced in your throat. “So I stayed because I wasn’t about to drag him down with me. He’s too good. I…”

Dammit. You’d been doing so well. You hadn’t cried in months. Trying to glare, you spat, “Goodbye.”

You made to walk past him and actually leave the building this time, but he caught your wrist. Whirling around, your curses were cut off by a quick and dangerous offer: “Come join my crew.”

Shanks was so sincere, nearly hopeful as he stared into your eyes. You wondered if this is how your father would look at you if he knew how to be kind.

Barely breathing, you shoved every word and every notion down to the pits of your mind, retracting your arm to wrap it around yourself. A singular tear fled your eye and was wiped away in an instant. Shaking your head, you backed away from him, trying not to stumble, and bolted out of the tavern. 

The worst of it was Shanks’ sad sigh you caught as you fled, like he’d expected this, like he was wondering why he bothered to ask.

Later, you found Nia and the others waltzing back up to the ship. Your face was dry and your expression a void, and Nia smiled as she raced toward you. 

“Commander!” She skidded to a stop, backtracking, “Sorry. Y/N.”

“What is it?” you said a little too harshly.

She wasn’t perturbed, grinning up at you. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

Your heart held this odd numbness you had come to equate with acceptance. Luffy’s poster burned like hellfire in your pocket. “I think so.”

Nia invited you to join the rest of them in the ship’s galley, promising good conversation and cheap wine smuggled on board. You told her you’d think about it, and she chased her friends up the gangway and onto the ship. 

The sea licked at the wood of the docks and the wind bit at your skin. And you stood solemnly, watching that crumpled wanted poster become saturated by murky water till it sank out of view.

You regretted it instantly, a recurring theme for you, apparently. 

How easy would it be to walk away from the marine vessel and find Shanks again? How simple would it be it to ditch this marine’s coat and set off on your own? Your hands started to tremble at the very notion. Not easy and not simple at all. 

Casting a glance up at the starry sky, you bit back a sob, and you made a wish on the first star you laid eyes on. Please, please don’t hate me.

Stiffening, you set your jaw and cursed yourself. You had to get a hold of yourself. Being a marine was hell for you, but you’d been doing it for years. Seeing a ghost from your past and having him give you a chance shouldn’t be so crushing. Honestly, you should be cursing Shanks for giving you an offer you didn’t deserve. This was all his fault, all Luffy’s fault—

And you broke, breath seizing as a silent cry fled your lips. 

You loved him—of course you still loved him. You would until you died, you think. And that was the problem. With your arms wrapped around yourself, you thought back to the day everything changed.

Luffy’s little broken boat, disappearing on the horizon, Vice Admiral Garp leering at your shoulder. Your first moments entrapped by fear. You’d been proud of that day, once upon a time. Now you weren’t so sure.

Was there any room to turn back, with years of running from your past behind you?

“Oh, Luffy. What have I done?”

A cord in your heartstrings snapped, and your feet scrambled away from the marine vessel. A gasp ripped from your chest, eyes aflame, and your fists tightened desperately around this bout of courage.

Back down the road, back to the little tavern, you burst through the double doors, certain you looked insane as your eyes sweeped the dim room. The bartender’s eyes snapped up from where she was cleaning the many glasses you and Shanks had left behind. A fistfull of beri had been left in his wake.

“Keep going left,” said the bartender. “You might catch him.”

A thank you slipped past your lips as you raced outside, raising your hands in two L’s to pinpoint the right direction, taking off down the street that faded from cobblestone to dirt under your footfalls. 

Over twigs and leaves, under trees that grew thick further down the path, your heart thundered against your ribcage. The sloping road grew thin before it gave way to a secluded beach lit only by the moon. Your chest heaved as sand kicked up behind you.

“Wait!” you cried. “Shanks! Wait, please! I'll go with you! Shanks…”

A little lantern illuminated the dingy too far away to hear you as it rowed closer to the ship anchored out in the bay. A whisper of his name fell off your tongue, throat suddenly dry and stomach sick.

You hit your knees, fists grabbing at grains of sand that slipped through your fingertips. “Come back. Please…”

For the second time in your life, you watched a ship sail away carrying with it the chance of freedom, leaving you on the sand empty and helpless.

જ⁀➴

Luffy rarely dreamed when he slept. When he did dream, he never remembered it, the wild scenes fading seconds after he woke. 

Which is why he startled awake, hands clawing at his hammock, straw hat falling off his face and into his lap. He clung to the sound of your laughter, of your touch grazing his cheek, of the feel of your skin under his hands—

He didn’t dream often, but when he did, he often dreamt of you. 

He rubbed at his sleep crusted eyes and ached for the quickly fading memory. The finer details of the plot were soon lost on him, but he knew in this dream you were happy. Luffy liked those dreams much more than the more common ones where you cried, too far out of his reach to comfort.

“Luffy?” spoke Chopper, his voice hazy with sleep as he yawned. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?” Confused, Luffy realized he was gasping for air. “O–Oh, I’m fine, Chopper.” He glanced down from his hammock to offer the reindeer a trembling smile. “I’m good, really.”

Not buying it, Chopper huffed and stood from his own hammock, making quick work of climbing up to Luffy’s. He sat across from his captain, worry all over his furry face. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Nah, don’t worry ‘bout it.” He reached over to ruffle the tuft of fur between Chopper’s antlers. “Sorry for waking you.”

He smiled softly. “It’s okay.” Chopper started to snuggle into the fabric of the hammock, obviously having no intention of climbing back down. “I was having a bad dream too.”

Luffy leaned back, doing his best to calm his nerves enough to go back to sleep. “Yeah?”

“Mhmm. Nami was angry at me. It wasn’t fun.”

The captain laughed, promptly shut up by a voice from the hammock underneath. “Shut up, would ya?”

Chopper squeaked, “Sorry, Zoro.”

The swordsman sighed and rustled in his hammock. “It's fine. Go to bed.”

Soon Zoro’s snores filled the mens’ quarters, and Chopper’s calm breathing soon followed. Sanji and Usopp snored in tandem as well, till only Luffy remained awake, staring at the ceiling, trying desperately to recall his dream.

You couldn’t be happy, wherever you were. How long had it been? Far too long, though he wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed since he last saw you on the beach of Foosha Village. 

Would he recognize you? Would you recognize him? Luffy had to hope the answer was yes, and he had to hope one day he’d have the chance to rescue you, to set you free just as you freed him.

“I’ll find you,” he threatened the silence. “You can’t hide forever.”

Miles and miles away, kneeling on the sand, you swore you heard a familiar voice in the wind, but it couldn’t have been. You were halfway near drunk. That must've been it.

Luffy turned his head to look out the window of the cabin, and you tilted your chin to stare at the stars. The stars twinkled down on the both of you, promises and threats hung on the wind and sea that separated you. 

Some endings are always meant for tragedy. Some loves are meant for doom. It was how Fate worked. 

But Fate favored you and Luffy—forever working to save the other, forever aching for the day that would bring you side by side once again. 

>>

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @its-not-too-late-for-coffee @khaleesihavilliard

[semisolidmind]

But what if Reader was sneaking out to try and meet Macaque? Maybe somewhere down the line where SWK has already taken Reader, but she’s still determined to see Mac, even under the cover of darkness.

How would he react? I bet not happy, but maybe more disappointed than anything.

yikes. ok, so

let's say this is happening before swk has killed macaque and is holding him in a dungeon somewhere in the cave. reader has done her recon already; she's–very subtly–asked some of the monkey citizens where he's being held. she's prepared to free macaque and run for her life.

however, the king is always aware of the gossip flowing between his subjects.

reader is able to sneak away that night, uninhibited. she probably should've been suspicious at how "exhausted" wukong was when he laid down next to her that night, but she was too distracted. after finally figuring out how to get into the dungeon, she wasn't gonna wait another night to free her only friend.

reader makes her way down into the winding passage shown to her by a well-meaning gaurd. after a long walk in near total darkness, the path opens into a cavern. it's empty aside from macaque, bound by his wrists, ankles, and neck by shackles that lead to chains magically sealed into the stone wall. on his knees with his arms stretched behind him, his head hanging low, he looks...half-dead. reader gently calls out to him, and gets no response.

she goes up to him, tentatively touching his shoulder...macaque startles awake, reflexively snarling and jerking in his bonds. reader falls backwards, missing macaque's teeth closing on her hand by mere inches. once his eyes clear of rage, a look of wide-eyed disbelief crosses his features.

"Reader...?"

"Macaque!"

reader surges up to embrace him. he can feel her tears against his shoulder. he's shaking, he realizes. he wants to hold her back, but settles for burying his face in her neck. he missed her, and her warmth is more than welcome in opposition to the chill of the cave. he's happy to hear her again too, having been driven almost mad by the sound of constantly dripping water.

but then he hears something else. and the realization of what's about to happen floods his veins with ice.

"You can't stay here, you have to leave right now–!"

"Isn't this a touching sight."

the monkey king's eyes burn like fire through the gloom of the cave, and his voice, though deathly quiet, echoes throughout the space. his body language would suggest nonchalance, but the malice radiating off of him is unmistakable.

reader freezes. her arms become lead around macaque's neck. she meets his look of defiance with a shaky, but determined look of her own.

"Just let him go, please," she whispers, knowing both demons can hear. "It doesn't have to be this way. I'll stay and I won't try to escape again if you'll just let him live."

macaque shakes his head. "Don't do this-"

"I'll think about it. If you come back to bed."

all is silent for a moment as reader turns to look at wukong. he leans against the entrance to the cavern, his posture loose though his arms are crossed. he seems...agitated, if his tail is any indication.

she pauses. she looks back at macaque, but he's hung his head again, his eyes hidden in shadow. he won't look at her.

"Go." he whispers.

and what else can she do?

reader shakily stands, turns, and walks back to her "husband." her feet feel heavier with each step, and it's almost a blessing when wukong picks her up. he carries her out of the dungeons and back to the royal bedchambers.

the king lays his queen gently into the large nest of pillows he acquired just for her, following her down a moment later. he kisses her passionately, and runs his hands down the length of her stomach. his claws catch in her robes, drawing them upward.

"Let me take care of you." he coos, his eyes glowing warmly.

reader remembers his hands on her and the heat of his body, his eyes burning through her, the scent and taste of peaches...and not much after.

she sleeps soundly that night.

---

the next morning, reader awakes to the satisfied smile of her king. he seems a little bit too satisfied, actually. her head still foggy with sleep, reader's filter isn't awake yet either. so she asks the first question on her mind.

"What...What are you gonna do to Mac...?" she asks blearily.

the king grins. reader doesn't like the implication.

"'Mac' and I made a deal. He leaves and never shows his face to either of us ever again, and I don't turn him into a meat bun. Everyone wins." wukong happily explains. "I let him go last night actually, after you passed out."

a beat of silence passes.

the king laughs lightly. "We need to work on your stamina, peach. You barely lasted two rounds. Though, maybe I should've gone a little easier on you–"

reader pushes him away, beating her fists against his chest as his laughter rings in her ears. she can feel her face redden.

after getting over her fluster, reader is...surprised. she almost can't believe that macaque would take that deal, but–

...she did ask for his freedom in exchange for hers. maybe...maybe she shouldn't be surprised that he took it. maybe she shouldn't be surprised if he never comes back for her. it isn't fair that he should suffer if he doesn't have to.

perhaps he finally realized that, too.

reader doesn't want to believe that macaque would abandon her, but...he doesn't come back. or give any sign that he's around.

reader mourns, and she's not sure why.

-----

macaque was just happy that she's alive. wukong hadn't hurt her, at least not physically.

the same couldn't be said for him, obviously.

wukong had been using him as a personal punching bag for however long since his last failed attempt at freeing his favorite (not so mortal anymore) mortal. not that macaque couldn't take it, but he was getting very tired of being chained up in this stupid cave. and he was very, very tired of not having access to the shadows. another fun quirk of his shackles.

macaque let out a frustrated sigh. he needed to free reader. he...he promised he'd help her get away from the monkey king. he needed to rethink his plan–

his internal monologue was interrupted by the sound of leisurely footsteps.

"You know, I really hadn't expected her to try and find you." wukong drawls as he saunters in. "I guess I should have, given how stubborn she can be."

"One of the things I like about her," macaque chuffs.

wukong huffs out a humorless laugh. he makes his way closer to his once-brother. macaque stiffens, readying himself for an attack. the tired smile on wukong's face makes his fur stand on end. at this proximity he can't help but notice how messy the king's fur is, and that–

...that he smells very strongly of reader.

macaque feels a surge of protective jealousy, despite his position.

"Our little tug-of-war was fun for a while, but I'm tired of it," the monkey king sighs. "I wanna settle down, y'know? Maybe have some kids, really focus on my kingdom."

macaque flinches backward when wukong kneels down in front of him. the look on his face is one of somebody who's been dealing with a particularly annoying pest and is absolutely done with it.

wukong stands. he summons the cudgel, stepping back.

"You're in the way of that, bud."

macaque doesn't have the chance to think before the staff comes down on his head.

[thyenemybeloved]

What does Shaozhen even look like?

Hello! Thank you so much for the ask :D I definitely plan on posting a sketch of him in the near future and there are still a few things that I must decide on about his final design but I'll try to answer your question as accurately as possible!

Appearance-wise, he's very much a fusion between my own version of Sanzang and Wukong (that you can see in said previous post I made): he's closer to Sanzang in size (1m70 as opposed to Wukong's 1m60) and looks more human-like than Wukong. Basically, where Wukong looks very much like a humanoid monkey demon, Shaozhen looks more like a human with monkey-like features (like his nose/mouth area and ears are more monkey-like, and he also has fangs and claws), he has white/blond/light-colored fur covering most of his body (not as much as Wukong's though) but he's missing a tail. He has similar eyes to Wukong's but gentler and his sclera is lighter with blue (?) irises (still haven't decided yet). Overall, despite his demonic heritage, he kinda has an angelic/saintly air about him, "pure" for a lack of better word. Since I picture both Sanzang and Wukong as being rather beautiful (though in their own, different ways), I also imagine Shaozhen to be the same but I will need to draw them side by side to really differenciate the different ways I imagine them to look, which is similar enough to notice their relation to each other but also different enough that they all look unique and like their own person, which is difficult to put in writing alone.

(Although, bear in mind that in my story, he's only known as Sanzang's child at first, which is already taboo enough on its own given Sanzang's status as a monk, and not Wukong's, which is why Shaozhen usually hide his appearance. He's already being ostracised and shamed for being the son of a monk, especially one as famous as Sanzang, and since he and his group are often relying on people's charity during their travels, he cannot afford to let people know about his true nature as it would both further compromise Sanzang's reputation as well as his group's ability to find shelter and whatnot, given that they're all demons and Shaozhen is considered the only "normal" one in their group.)

His clothes are honestly the coolest part of his design in my opinion: he wears long, all-white robes that covers the entirety of his body and a large straw hat with a long, half-opaque white veil that mostly hides his face from view. He also wears several pieces of golden jewelry that are actually power limiters, kinda like Wukong's circlet. He's known to never reveal his face under any circumstances, which he likes to claim is because of "spiritual reasons/modesty", which causes a lot of people to gossip about him but he honestly couldn't care less. Underneath his robes, he wears a black, sleeveless turtleneck shirt and combat pants for when he needs to fight. Basically, he looks very regal, elegant and refined as per his monk status but when he's angry or fighting, all this refinement goes of of the window. He's also way more laidback when in the company of his friends alone, it's just that he has to pretend a lot and be composed most of the time, lest people find out his secrets. Shaozhen is also never seen without his fan and antique cigarette-holder because he's classy like that.

There you go! So sorry this got so long, I know I kinda rambled a lot but I was pretty excited and this quickly got out of hand lol If you ever have more questions about his appearance or want to know more about his personality or his relationships to the others in their group, do let me know, I'll be happy to answer you again! I hope this was a satisfying answer and if not, stay tuned for future art posts about this AU! Thanks again for your interest :D <33

[bonefall]

Sketch Request: Batch 1

So I said they'd be in pencil but OOPS they are in pen

Requests are still open, feel free to request the same character again!

Under the cut is Firestar, Bluestar, Runningnose, Flipclaw, Hawkwing, Violetshine, and Morningflower. Special guest appearances for Brokenstar and balding Lionblaze.

@doritopaw101 Firestar

FIRESTARRRR I want him to look like an anime protagonist. He starts off round, simple eyes, blush, and ends up as fire twink. The chest scars are from where Scourge killed him

I have never been able to imagine stripes on him. He is an orange crayon.

@nightly-ruse Bluestar

Ignore balding lionblaze in the corner we'll get to him

I usually just see a super basic blue cat when I picture her but Bluestar needs something cooler than that. I tried to channel a wolf, long face, tail's kinda thick, leg feathering. She also has a ThunderClan "mane," a feature I try to put on most TC cats

After the Tigerstar attack I love the idea she has tabby-like scars on one side of the face. Shredded ear, loss of vision in one eye. I also make it a point to always include her shoulder scar.

@runn1ngn0se Your Boy (scheme flavor)

Runningnose looks sticky, but it's all just natural markings. He's actually quite thick and fluffy (same build as Tangleburr).

His defining feature is that snot-streak, which is also just a very unfortunate birthmark.

He's pretty naturally dour. Serious expressions, gives the vibe that he's always analyzing you, he doesn't tend to speak unprompted. But he does smile a lot when Brokenstar's doing Evil Things with him.

He LOVES when he gets to start shit and hide in the fluff of his beloved supernatural manifestation of spite and rage. Special drawing of it since I already posted his full design waaay back.

Also side note Im obsessed with the cut disney song "Snuff Out The Light" right now and it feels like SUCH a Bonefall Runningnose anthem.

@elkpoint Flipclaw

So I mentioned Balding Lionblaze here because he's his grandpa! Flipclaw looks a LOT like him before he lost his hair. He's MEGA fuzzy. (In the rewrite though Fernsong is an ex-kittypet and Ivypool is Lionblaze's daughter)

I also can't imagine him as a brown tabby, he's this really nice brownish-gold color like a lion. His stripes are brown, though. He's also a total jokester, I think he was really close to his uncle Hollylark and misses him a lot.

Pictured is him saying, "look at me guys im walking like a twoleg!!" What a guy.

@purrsnickitty Hawkwing

I have always seen him as a mix between Tony Tiger and Batman. I am not sorry about this.

He is also a lynxpoint. When I make SkyClan cats I think of monkeys and aviator pilots for some reason, so they're all getting dextrous paws and prehensile tails.

His stripes are also all chevrons, and he's got TONS of tufts on his shoulders, ears, plus a puffy 'mane' that's part of the belly (don't ask me why it just reminds me of aviator jackets for some reason)

He is also an absolute unit.

@purrsnickitty Violetshine

Usually I need to do two sketches to get where I'm going with a design but not for Violetshine. First try, there she is. Monkey woman

Heart shapes for her, heart face, heart belly/mane. It also didn't come across well but her tail is LONG. Able to wrap around stuff easy. Mm, monkey.

I intended for there to be family resemblance because her and Hawkwing are bodied. They have LOTS of diameter. Complete volume.

@nightly-ruse Morningflower

Mentally I adopted your design of Morningflower because it's so good, but here's my old idea of her

Calico Morningflower my beloved

The coloring was difficult but I tried to communicate she has very little white. Most of her is bright orange and warm, sooty gray. She is the sister of Ashfoot (Onewhisker removed) so the gray is very important in my head.

I like WindClan cats to be very whispy, and they almost always have a white tail tip. Morningflower, instead, has an orange tip (which I may fix in another draft).

(I drew her training an apprentice, it was going to be Whitetail! But then I borked the eyes and it's pen so I can't fix it. She looks too scary. So I cropped her out OTL)

[kits-ships]

👍 🍫 for the doctor?

hi i definitely didn't miss halloween :) its definitely not november but shh!!

👍 - Do they like Halloween, or do you have to force them to participate?

i think he finds humanity's adoration of halloween very endearing. before olive can convince him to celebrate, though, he insists that he explains the holiday's origins, what samhain is, and a bunch of little fun facts like how turnips were the original jack'o'lanterns. he will also happily eat candy and watch horror movies with her, but dressing up depends on the incarnation!!

he insists that he doesnt wanna dress up..... you might get him to wear some silly glasses or something, though

YES OFC. he'd be something goofy like a squirrel.

he initially says no, but olive eventually convinces him to go shopping with her and he falls in love with some regal vampire outfit. three will pretend like he's only getting it for her but actually loves it and flaunts around all day

you dont even have to ask. he originally wants to be over the top with a handmade mask, an intricate outfit, and some props, but he gets distracted and almost forgets halloween entirely. olive ends up making him some little ears and draws a nose on him so that he can be a bear. its a little last minute, but the tardis comes in clutch with a brown sweater and corduroy pants!!

he says he doesn't want to dress up but he also can't say no to olive. as to not push him too far, she draws a lil nose on him again and gives him some ears and a tail so that he can achieve full, golden retriever energy. he is embarrassed.

he gives olive a firm 'no'. peri tries to tease him into dressing up by talking about how dreadful his usual outfit his, but he ends up just sulking into olive's side for the rest of the night. if anyone asks, hes joseph in the technicolor dreamcoat

he considers it and acts like his answer is no, but he secretly goes off and finds the absolute goofiest costume he can find. like, this man would show up to olives door dressed as buttercup with ace in a bubbles costume. it doesnt matter if she already had an outfit planned because olive has to be blossom ofc!!

he is sappy and wants couples costumes; even if they aren't planning on going out. after going through the tardis' wardrobe, they eventually settle on mr darcy and elizabeth bennet

he says no, but olive gently coaxes him into the idea as long as the costume isn't too overbearing. they end up adding a bandana and sunglasses to his usual look so that he can be a biker :)

oh he was planning on it. but, as excited as he was to dress up, it takes them the whole month to figure out what to go as. through the use of the internet, they eventually decide to be tuxedo mask and sailor moon (even though olive doesnt know anything about the show/manga)

he is so excited to dress up as something cool and scary but, as soon as they walk into the store, he is enraptured by the countless onesies and insists on choosing one of them. he loves that they can be a costume and pajamas!! olive chooses a silly lil monkey onesie for him and he picks a bunny onesie for her

'i dont wanna dress up' shhh. yes you do. clara and olive manage to get him to wear a ghostbusters uniform and, after spending a good amount of time trying to boost his confidence and inflate his ego, the other two decide to be some kind of ghost or ghoul.

oh my god. she insists on it. the whole fam has to get into it, too, and she spends so long trying to search for group costumes. eventually, they settle on horror icons!! the doctor dresses up as freddy krueger, olive is annabelle, yaz chose chucky, graham is jason, dan is forced to be michael myers, and ryan is secretly excited to be ghostface. the doctor also demands that they try to be 'in character' as they go trick or treating

🍫 - What is their favorite candy/treat?

okay after that massive list im only giving a simple answer.

olive likes getting lollipops and pretzels (she's gettin old smh) and the doctor loves hershey bars, starbursts, and double bubble so he can blow obnoxiously large bubbles!!!!!!

[reinabeestudio]

That Obyn post got more love than I expected, so I’ve decided to share all information I got related to him. But that’d make it a short post, so I’m sharing my other favorite Heroes as well (Quincy, Benji and Captain Churchill)💌

I wrote down everything I could find, but I might have missed stuff or got something wrong. And don’t take these too seriously, this is something I did for myself. Nothing is set in stone!

Obyn

The spirits he uses to attack return to him.

“Nature’s spirits will never be diminished, only transformed.”

Ocean Obyn is called Ocyn apparently (idk bro)

Bigger than dart monkeys!

Much older than he looks (old as the forests)

Likes taking long walks along the beach during Summer.

Second most cuddly

Goes hiking a lot

Very fuzzy

His pet (the spirit wolf cub) is called Fluffy

Likes mint ice cream

Raised by wolves??? (a mess at the dinner table)

Likes philodendrons

Favorite color is green

Likes to make fresh salads that he brings to eat at his friends’ places

Tends to supervise Gwen's visits to the forests

MIGHT do knitting and macrame (not sure of this one tho)

Quincy

Tells a lot of puns.

Has a crush on Gwen! Think she’s very cool (Might be one-sided…)

Implied he already confessed (again, one-sided??)

Practises with his bow in his free time.

Or hang out with the other heroes!

Fourth most cuddly

Biggest crybaby

Needs a hug… (yes this is vital canon information)

Still hunting for that DDT (Cyber Quincy lore ig)

Has the biggest wardrobe

Loves a good photoshoot and likes to practice by striking poses lol

Gets real sad when somethings gets past his bow (F in the chat)

Tried to teach Pat how to use his bow but it was a too small.

Surprisingly buff! (Due to the draw force of his bow)

Does his own haircut

Sometimes like to use darts

All the dart monkeys like him!

Cries the most out of all the heroes

Eats banana porridge for breakfast

Favorite color is orange

Hosted a party on New Year’s Eve (everyone came!)

Apparently the best athlete (he’s very talented)

Thinks crossbows are lazy (lmao)

Benjamin

Shaves his eyebrow to look cool.

Big PC gamer, loves MOBAs

Wears formal clothes because likes to feel fancy

Likes to work out

Might not have went to school???

Has his own mixtape as a DJ

LOVES karaoke

Makes synthwave music, also listens to dubstep

Favorite type of sushi is California Roll

Favorite color is silver

Seems to like anime?? (apparently he watched Sword Art Online)

The Biggest Narcissit™

Hides in his room with the AC up in Summer

Might secretly listen to Mariah Carey (All I Want For Christmas is- )

Has many computers/mobile devices at his disposal

Sixth most cuddly

Yells BENJAMMIN IS IN THE HOUSE when he’s home (based)

Likes shawarma

Has a private yacht

Did helpdesk at some point!

Funnels his anger through memes (LMAO)

Captain Churchill

‘Passionate devotee of the surfboard, first monkey to ride the River Severn’s 5ft tidal bore. He even designed his own board!’

That is to say, he enjoys surfing

Bonds over old military movies with Striker Jones

Really likes driving his tank around lol

The best at chess

Uses all limbs + tail to operate his tank!

Likes black coffee with tons of sugar (sweet as him)

Third most cuddly

Wields the power of comradery (?)

Likes to play World of Tanks (lol)

Friends with Admiral Brickell! Trained together

Enjoys manga and anime (favorite anime: Fullmetal Alchemist)

Favorite color is green

Has a huge underground bunker full of tanks. Or so he says!

Tank has a secret banana stash (and who knows what else)

Third shortest, barely taller than Etienne (confirmed as a MANLET)

Sometimes plays cards with Striker Jones and Brickell

Great poker face!

Lives fairly close to Admiral Brickell and Striker Jones, tends to carpool to the army base with the latter

When he doesn’t feel like talking, he’ll slowly slide into his tank and shut the lid... funny to watch if you aren’t the one trying to talk to him.

His tank got many modifications!

Seat height adjustment, flexible antenna, a built in goggle finder (usually points to his head), and full transformation upgrades

He made the sand sculpture in Resort

[winterpower98]

Part 2 on the way

- beach episode but macaque stays hidden under the umbrella judging everyone

Ma supervising

Wukong either running around to look for cool rocks or sleep the whole time

And Ba and Beng being cute around

Also yk those people who sell like granite (i swear how do you say it in English) ? Okay wukong would zoom just to get the peach flavored and then go back to sleep like a grandpa

- i like to think that Beng didn't know how to swim, and felt stupid for it because he was scared of water (and never learned how to swim)

So one day, when he tried to swim, Mac was watching, Ba was teaching him, and Ma was making sure Beng wasn't scared or anything.

Wukong? Under water holding Beng up so he didn't sink. Just standing at the bottom giving Beng a chair with his hands.

- imagine you're relaxing and suddenly wukong says "lmao" out of no where.

- like to think that sometimes or deadass every Friday Beng and Ba receive a gift. A gift for both, maybe a book for Ba and something else for Beng, anything that they would like.

They don't know who is the person who gives them a gift, and honestly they have started to wait for them each Friday.

Little did they know it's wukong giving them gifts.

- this hc is really funny to me but- macaque being jacket but not being able to open a jar of pickles, then you see wukong, this skinny man, being able to lift a whole mountain. Even better if you think that wukong is a bit chubby because he doesn't train and keeps eating junk.

- feel like Mami, despite wukong horrible choices, is very proud of wukong.

He started as some stubborn child, and ended up as being half if not all china hero and a god. He matured a lot and she's proud of her son for it.

- wukong as both a grave for Ma and one that used to belong to macaque, he used to stay there and sit and give flowers to each grave.

He still does, but doesn't do it to Macaque one anymore, since he isn't dead anymore.

- wukong still has a big amount of animals in his house, especially weird cats and horses.

- wukong used to groom his friends a lot, monkey way to show affection 💪

Sometimes he gave flowers too because apparently humans did it to show that they loved someone. He didn't quite get it was rather more romantically than platonic. But did he care? No.

- wukong likes salami. That's it. Bono er salame

- wukong acted like a grandpa since he was a kid, maybe he took it from langur and horse, unknown, he was just a grandpa since birth man. The ultimate old sun.

- both handsome monkey king and old sun were nicknames made by his monkeys,

Handsome monkey king because he reached both demons and monkey standards,

And old sun because everyone saw their king as a second parent or directly their grandpa.

- Ma was likely the first one with Beng to ask wukong to train them, both wanted to protect their people when wukong wasn't there!

- monkey king is so bored as a god that he knows how to code, sew, draw, paint, and make a rocket

Like wow dude

- if Beng and Ba ever visit again wukong the first thing they'll see is probably wukong with 7 monkeys on him, one grooming him, one attached to his leg, one trying to tackle him and push him, one playing with his tail, and one asking questions for the next three hours (imagine wukong and the monkey asking questions like : "wabadababa is that true? Yeh")

- i imagine the whole group feeling bad in different ways for wukong, they already do because of jttw (other than Mac). because despite Tripitaka treating wukong so badly, wukong still misses him and can't let go. It's just..sad. y'know? (I'm talking about Ma if she was alive too)

- they all liked Mami. Mami is a very likeable person and wukong will beat up whoever says otherwise.

whenever the ground had a sleepover to wukong house Mami always made food that wasn't fruits, everyone liked that.

- speaking of the house, wukong house was a human one, so Mami and wukong were the only monkeys who lived in an actual house and not maybe little camps or also caves. That's why doing a sleepover there was the best. Cozy house.

- bet Ba and Beng would have loved how well taken care and full of life flower fruit mountain is again!

- apparently, monkeys do get periods! Yes menstrual ones. so i can only imagine wukong taking good care of Mami whenever her period came, he did the exact same to Ma and Ba too. Just helping like a true gentleman. (i do wonder if he would have periods too because of my trans headcanon..)

- if the monkeys could ever meet MK, what would be their reaction? We know that Mac didn't had the...best first impression, but he's working on it.

We already talked about how Mami treats MK like her kid just like wukong, (i don't know if you ever talked about MK with langur and horse, i remember you saying that wukong tried to hide the fact that he had a successor from them but failed though!)

Part 1

(I think it's like a gelato kinda situation, you just call it granita I guess. Because granite is the rock)

Oh, I love the idea of Beng not knowing how to swim and Ba teaching him! That's very cute.

Of course Mami is proud of her son! Yes he made mistakes, but that is part of growing and he did his best to atone for them

Man god ADHD and was alone for 500 years. That is a dangerous combination, no wonder he knows how to do so many things

I didn't know monkeys get menstrual periods too. I'm sorry for them, I hoped they would be free from that pain

I did say that Wukong tried to keep MK a secret from Langur and Horse. That's because he knew the two would have made fun of him, calling him a dad even when he had only started to train the kid. Both immortals like MK very much, he's a sweeter version of Wukong to them.

And while I'm sure Ba, Beng and Ma would absolutely adore MK too, they would also be equally worried about him because 1 he's a kid, and 2 why would Wukong even need a successor?

[arcanetrivia]

Monkey Island Week 2022 Day 1

I don’t draw (“we’re artists”? ah, if only), so I hardly feel it’s worth me making a top post about this rather than just reblogging, but...

https://captmickey.tumblr.com/post/688764371754729472/day-one-return-to-a-new-look-holy-dairy-farmer

Day One: Return To A New Look

Holy Dairy Farmer, we got a new Monkey Island coming out this year! This is absolutely positively wild! And because this is, after all, a new Monkey Island game, that means our boy Guybrush got a whole new look.

And he looks absolutely wonderful!

But lets be real: we’re artists. We have our things we would like added or remove, or maybe nothing at all and because we love it as is! So what would you do? Would you change his look or not? If you would, what will you add or remove? His pony tail? No tail? Mohawk? Have at it!

How dare you suggest removing his ponytail ;)

I’m not sure whether this means “is there something you would have wanted to see / would change” about Guybrush’s design in general, or specifically the RMI design. If the latter, I don’t want to harp on the art style and invite drama (I do like the art in general and Wally particularly was a real IT HE!!!! moment), though I would have preferred more natural proportions (head to lower limb ratio is especially odd).

But as far as specific design elements, I miss his blue eyes! And yes I know 1. no one has colored eyes in this style (unless you count LeChuck’s glowing red) and 2. he doesn’t have visibly blue eyes in like half of the games anyway, but somehow they’re such an important feature in the image I carry around in my head.

Slightly silly answer, I’ve long wanted to see Guybrush in a pirate hat. Not necessarily as a permanent feature of his costume, just a scene or something. And while I can understand the internal chronological reason for having him in basically his Revenge outfit, although they seem to have added a little capelet or trim of some kind to the back--

--I was kinda hoping for new clothes, just to see what they came up with. Maybe there will be time-jumping shenanigans as so many have speculated and we’ll get to see a little variety here or there.

I might also have gone with hair a little less brightly blond, tried to split the difference between the light brown color in (original) MI1/2 and the trend to really yellow blond that happened later, sort of like they did in the MI2 SE. This is partly also a “the Guybrush in my head is more dark/honey blond, a color that sometimes looks light brown and sometimes looks golden” thing but also the idea of sort of unifying or recombining various iterations of the design so there isn’t this... era divide? I guess? or something... But I can see why they wanted to make him pop out of the screen as a general color design choice -- see for example how his hair shows up against the dark teal of the side of the ship he’s standing in front of.

(As for a mohawk, I always find it fun to dress up favorite characters in all sorts of specifially themed outfits and modern-punk Guybrush is actually one I’d thought of. He didn’t have a mohawk, but probably quite an undercut under the ponytail, and he had a blue leather jacket with skull & crossbones done in pyramid studs ;) )

[wolfcamellias]

Oh powerfull and mighty Rhy, please share with us more info on Marshal Liu

The lord speaks in small words: Alternate Scenarios.

When it comes to [Of Beasts and Monsters] there is no set plot, there's only stories told by me with titles and ideas all gambled together. You chose Marshal Liu, i'll show you Marshal Liu.

TW:: Heavy injuries and death

In some scenarios, when Marshal Liu returns from having hunted down the demons that injured and scarred Ma, he sustains heavy injuries and is unable to make it back to Flower Fruit Mountain, instead hiding away in one of the smaller grottos and tending to his own wounds there. The other Generals and Marshal tried to find him but they couldn't his scent and traces gone by the fifth day and thus stopped looking for him. And Liu was injured heavily, to the point where he had to sit to sleep due to broken ribs, his tail was damaged and he couldn't use it to grab stuff, his hands trembled and they still did after most of his wounds were healed up.

He lived on his own and did his best to not to draw any attention to himself.. but, of course, that doesn't last very long when Langur does find him. The former Marshal asks the Elder Monkey to not tell the others about him—he doesn't want to be a burden and he practically begs Langur to promise him not to say a word, tears in his eyes because he couldn't bring himself to fathom of how awful it could make the others feel to see him like this.

"I'll take care of myself, please, Langur, please don't do this, please—"

The Elder Monkey returns to FFM and doesn't mention having seen the former Marshal.

Liu ends up well independently, sometimes running into the younger monkeys that trailed from FFM and chats with them for company. He's not lonely much although he does miss the others, muses about how he misses Ba and Beng and Ma, wonders how Wukong's doing, how he's holding up as King and how bad he feels for not having been there for him when he should have been. This goes on for weeks, Liu learning how to change his bandages and gathering fruits for food and making sure his home is comfortable until he gets a visitor one day.

Liu was sitting up, leaning against one of the trees near the small pond, when he felt a shadow over him and nothing compares to the heart attack he received upon seeing a black furred monkey towering above him, purple eyes gleaming down dangerously. There's a lump in his throat and neither of them speak until, "So you're Marshal Liu?"

Macaque doesn't stay around for long and only comes back moments after Liu is reminiscing missing the others, lashing out at him that "they're fine! stop fussing!" while throwing the older monkey a bag full of food and medicine. The new marshal sits once, on top of the tree branches and listens to Liu talk and talk and talk and he leaves in the middle of it, not once saying goodbye to Liu and it pains him, in a way, only hearing small bits of responses from Macaque but he does open up a bit. It's not a friendship that Liu enjoys but it's something that makes him look forward to the next days.

Liu talks and Macaque listens for the first half. . . then Macaque comes back, throws his swords at the nearest tree and runs a hand through his fur, matted and heavy with sweat and he starts going off about this—stupid fucking King who's ego is bigger than anyone's he's ever seen—journeying to find immortality? Claiming himself to be powerful? Please! And Liu just listens to him, wide-eyed and feels his mouth dry up but he flinches when he feels Macaque staring at him, eyes narrowed, and then just prompts, "Do you like him?"

And Liu doesn't say anything, anxiety when he shifts, his back pressed against the tree when Macaque seems to go through different emotions before leaving.

One day he makes the mistake of commenting they could be like brothers, the two of them, and Macaque snaps at him, shoves him away and growls, "Do not ever say you have any relation to me. I am not a ghost! I'm not a coward who's hiding away!"

After the events of the fire, Liu gets sicker and although it never reached him he was still too weak to fully recover on his own, when Macaque goes to check on him it's after he got his scar.

"I fell."

"What about the others?"

".."

"Are they ok?"

"..they're fine."

"Oh.. oh, that's good.. that's very good."

"..yeah."

"Can.. can you tell them something for me?"

"..sure."

"..tell them to move on, for me. That's something.. I think they deserve. To move on from heartache."

"..I will."

"Thank you... take care of Wukong, will you?"

"Oh. Oh, I will."

[princeanxious]

was worried my ipad was gonna overheat after attempting like three insufficient doodles before settling on this one so have a littol W.I.P. for now that i title ‘Charging Time’ based from @delimeful’s Fake Title Prompt: Broken Wish!

Now I ramble under a cut bc i have Thoughts:

-now I can explain abt the the accidentally suggested dynamic like nothing was even suggested to b romantic in the actual prompt im well aware but brain literally Could Not give me ANYTHING to draw them doing without enough insp to draw it out, without having them interacting physically in some way to add life to the piece, which, yknow, doesn’t exactly fit this prompt or it’s base characters without reason, but monkey brain literally fought me for an hour straight on settling on something to even just LISTEN TO let alone let me draw them doing anything or even just standing knbkjhk so uhhhhh yeah

This next take isn’t canon to Lime’s piece at all, btw, just me wanting to run w/ this highkey specific interest that I have that stems from a combination of my love of g/t aus and bjd doll customization, aight? It’s just what I had in mind while giving Virge and Logan their designs and i figured why not share them?

-so: Virgil possesses a BJD(Ball-Jointed-Doll) that probably originally was very blank and forgotten and missing any personality(which fit well enough for the creepy aesthetic he was going for), buuut I wanna project, as someone who personally dabbles in BJD customization, that someone(maybe Roman or Remus, leaning towards Remus) found him, was Thrilled about the fact that it was haunted by a strong af but mostly just mischevious spirit that he just like, talked Virgil into letting him customize his vessle into something still v spooky but also hella cool looking, with a new segmented and articulated tail and inset eyes that, if Virgil so pleases, can pop out of place and rattle around in his head for a personal spooky trick(Virgil LOVES this, and loves the fact that he gets two different colored, non matching eyes to boot). His body stands at about 11 inches tall?

-Logan is like, 13 inches tall, and y’know, a sentient a.i. given form. I like to think that it makes more sense that he’s less sleek and more chonky because he needs all the space he can get for his hardware? Idk, but I like it alot. The glasses and tie he wears? Gifts from Virgil, something about it being an attempt to ‘help Logan look and visually be taken more serious the People Way, like Lo had said he wished for’ and now wears them seriously because they are the first hand-made gift he’s ever had. It probably makes him see Virgil as an even more super intelligent a.i. but, one step at a time, yknow?

anyway I like this concept A Whole Lot, Okay?

[lunar-wandering]

reverse reverse

so, i wrote a one shot for my Uno Reverse Card Swap AU- and i’ve decided to put all my oneshots and drabbles for it in one fic on ao3.

...anyways though, boom, heres the fic, bon appetit-

Word Count: 1.4k

Read on Ao3

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MK tossed the staff as hard as he could, his frustration at his lack of progress seeping into the move. Wukong briefly looked shocked for a split moment (a very rare sight to see), before he ducked down, letting the staff sail over him.

Having missed it's initial target, the staff crashed into the electric panel on the wall, loud enough to grab Mei and Red Son's attention, from where they had been training on their side of the room.

"....Uh." Red Son said, watching how the electric panel sparked and hissed. "That's probably not good."

And then the training room doors slammed closed.

"Ah. That's very not good." The fire demon holstered the water gun he'd been using, walking over to inspect the damage.

"I'm sorry!" MK said, running over and pulling the staff out of the electric panel. Surprisingly enough, he didn't get shocked, instinctively twirling the staff in a circle before sliding it into his pocket. "I'm- I'm really sorry, can you fix it??"

"...If we were on the other side, yes." Red Son poked the panel, pulling his hand back just before a stray spark could hit it. "As of right now...I'd say we're pretty much trapped."

"What if somebody needs Dragonmist or Spitfire though?" Mei asked, "We won't be able to help if we're stuck in here."

"..I'm sure Sandy or my parents could do the job just fine..." Red Son mumbled, barely paying any attention to what Mei was saying, as he turned on the electronic band on his arm, a holographic screen appearing in front of his face. "I think I can get the doors to open again if I can reactivate the system....But with all the changes I had to recently make to prevent a certain few hackers from getting in the system again it might take me a while."

That seemed to be all the incentive that Mei needed, and MK watched in confusion as she took a few steps back.

Said confusion changed to comprehension just seconds before Mei took off, running at the door at full speed.

...And slamming into said door, falling backwards and landing hard on her back. The loud clang made MK cover his ears, and startled Red Son out of his focus.

"You- did you just try to break through the door?" Red Son knelt beside Mei, poking her to check if she was still alive (which she was). "The door that I specifically designed to be unbreakable?"

Mei only groaned in response, accepting MK's help in lifting herself back up into a standing position. As MK steadied her, he looked over her shoulder, noticing how...quiet Wukong had been the whole time.

The Monkey King was just standing there, exactly where MK had left him, in fact, it didn't seem like his mentor had moved at all.

MK lightly tugged on both Red Son and Mei's jackets to draw their attention over to Wukong

Just in time for Wukong to let out a scream of frustration, taking the fake circlet off of his head and throwing it at the wall- karma immediately playing it's hand as the circlet bounced off the wall, flinging back to hit Wukong on the nose, before reverting back to being a strand of hair.

"Fuck." Wukong hissed, staring at the hair that now rested on the floor as though it had personally offended him.

"....Monkey King? Are.....you okay?" MK quietly asked, Red Son and Mei also looking at Wukong in concern.

"I'm fucking fine- Leave me alone!" Wukong glared at them, before turning around and sitting on the floor, cross-legged, his tail swishing back and forth in irritation. MK, Red Son, and Mei shared a worried look.

"...I'll get back to trying to unlock the doors?" Red Son said, "Also Mei, please do not try slamming yourself into the door again. It's not going to work, and I really don't know why you thought that was a good idea in the first place."

"I didn't think it was a good idea, I just thought we might as well try it." Mei shrugged, "I did think it might go faster than just you trying to hack your own system though."

MK tuned out the bickering between his two friends as he focused in on Wukong's back. The Monkey King's fur was all....bristly, standing on end, as though he'd been startled. In between that, his little outburst a few moments ago, how his tail was rapidly swishing from side to side, and the fact he was chewing on his thumbnail, well, MK could only conclude one thing.

Wukong was scared.

As for why he was scared, MK had a few guesses. Most of which pertained to mountains and furnaces.

MK wondered if he should give Wukong some of the advice Macaque had given to him during their last therapy session- but almost instantly dismissed the idea. Wukong would definitely pick up on the fact that MK was quoting Macaque, and the Monkey King simply refused to take any advice the shadow monkey handed out.

MK couldn't just walk over to Wukong and try to distract him either. For one, he had no idea how to even start that kind of conversation, not to mention that Wukong didn't look like he wanted to talk to anyone right now. He couldn't tell Wukong that he knew that the Monkey King was scared either, from what he'd manage to garner about Wukong's personality, that would surely just send Wukong down a path of denial and overcomplicate the whole situation.

Which only left one option. Waiting.

Many people didn't know this, because of how quiet and reserved MK tended to be, but he absolutely hated waiting.

"Hey, Red Son?" MK asked, interrupting Mei and Red Son's petty bickering. "...How long exactly will it take you to hack the doors back open?"

"Uh...." Red Son glances at the holographic numbers hovering over his arm. "...I think the shortest amount of time I could do it would by 15 minutes, at most about 2 hours."

Out of the corner of his eye, MK could see Wukong's back tense, and something tells MK that even 15 minutes would be just a bit too long.

...This was all his fault. If he'd been paying more attention, hadn't gotten so frustrated, they wouldn't even be in this mess.

MK pulled the staff out of his pocket, looking at how it lay small and innocent in his hand. He looked back over at Wukong, who was still resolutely facing away from the rest of them.

He took a step towards the control panel.

"...MK." Mei noted his movement. "MK, what are you doing?"

MK doesn't give a response, the staff extending in his hands.

This was his fault. He's going to fix it.

"Wh- hey, MK, you'll get yourself electrocuted you-" Red Son takes notice of MK's actions a moment too late.

MK shoved the staff into the electrical panel, ignoring the way the electricity made his arms go numb and his nerves tingle. He'd been forced to get used to the sensation a long time ago. Focusing as much as he could, he grabbed hold of the warm power that lay within him, channeling it through the staff and into the control panel.

He didn't stop until he heard the whoosh of the doors opening, and was certain that they would stay open.

He pulled the staff out of the control panel, setting it down as he rolled his shoulders, shaking the tingles out of his arms. He registered Mei and Red Son staring at him in concern, but purposefully ignored it.

A breeze went past him, and suddenly Wukong was standing on the outside of the room, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet, wearing an obviously fake smile.

"So uh, MK, the next time you fight me-" (Wukong' refused to actively call it training, instead saying that MK was simply fighting him for real. Since he was actually somewhat teaching MK now, nobody dared to call him out on it.) "Try seeing if you can catch me off guard on Flower Fruit Mountain, yeah? Yep, okay, uh- fuck, I forgot something with the monkeys, should make sure they didn't fucking destroy it, so uh, bye!"

Wukong vanished, leaving behind no trace that he had even been there. MK blinked, processing the Monkey King's parting words.

Did.....did Wukong just invite him to Flower Fruit Mountain for the first time?

[absentcaryatid]

On Loan to Jongho

An ATEEZ fanfic by AbsentCaryatid

Married to a member of ATEEZ, the reader spends the night with Jongho. Is this something everybody is really comfortable with?

1.4K words, Content note: Wife reader, hotwifing (consensual infidelity), lightly described sexual activity.

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This felt sinful. Not in an arousing way but bordering on morally wrong. It was fine for others who consented to hotwifing in their relationship, but you could tell it was not going to be a turn on to be with Jongho in this way. You wanted to revel in the sensations he was skillfully providing but that was not your personality. While you did not regret that your husband talked you into this, there was more strangeness than pleasure in the way the handsome lover had his hands all over your body. No matter how stunning red hair looked on the man above you, you missed the warm brown hair of the person you had married.

Still, you were okay with the situation at this point knowing a single word could put a stop to it. However, the activity itself was doing nothing for you despite all the ways Jongho was everything you could ever desire in a partner. Eyes boring into you, there were no sounds coming from the chair nearby but you were sure your spouse was enjoying himself. Sensing your unease, Jongho stopped and checked in, asking for you to verbally affirm you wanted to continue. Giving it for now, you found his concern comforting letting you relax more than you expected to. So much more than a friend, Jongho was someone you trusted implicitly so you were willing to see how this all played out.

Speaking aloud for the benefit of your husband, Jongho bragged as he resumed, “Does he take care of you as well as I am? Can he match my strength and stamina? Fill you like this?” The lewd words were emphasized by action. Lured more by the attractive sound of his voice than what he was saying, you finally started getting into it despite the way he was goading the man you loved. “Look how affected he is watching me take you,” Jongho gloated.

You turned your head and started laughing unintentionally at the sight. Jongho stopped his rhythmic motion and looked at you sternly before breaking out in a forgiving smile. It was his fault for drawing it to your attention after all. Collecting yourself somewhat, you were able to comment, “I didn't actually expect anybody to be in the bedside chair. How I missed seeing him in that position when we came into the room I'll never know.”

Answering with delight, Jongho reminded you, “As I recall, you seemed to have your attention diverted by all the places I was kissing you.” You had also been too engrossed playing your role of the loaned wife to have looked over earlier where Mr. Stiffy sat. Humorously arranged just as he had been on the couch the day he was christened, the tail of the giant sock monkey had been brought forward and propped upright with a pillow between the legs of the stuffed animal. Breaking character as well, your husband Jongho gave in to your laughter. “I appreciate you pretending to be with someone else tonight even if it is not your thing.”

“Well, acting out your fantasy this way was a far better alternative to your original idea when you felt me out for being with another man so you could watch. In some ways I wish I was temperamentally built to take advantage of your offer. Your ATEEZ teammates are particularly appealing and I am sure I am missing out on a lot of fun if any of them were up to the task. Yeosang in particular has always caught my eye, Yunho and Mingi too,” you mused with a smile, “but truly, my heart is set on you alone. Still, all of them have their charms.”

Observing the way his eyes sparked with interest you decided to keep talking about his teammates as potential partners. If it was only words, that was something you could do for him. “I do see a lot to like in our friends. Yunho and Seonghwa are gentlemen with polished manners for any situation while Yeosang and Wooyoung can make me laugh and lift my mood.” Pausing to think you added, “Mingi and San also have my admiration for being so softhearted and caring.”

Jongho swelled with pride to observe every trait you found attractive in the other members was something they had in common with himself. “And Hongjoong?” he fished.

“He exudes the same confidence that you do that comes from absolute competence in your skills.” All very alluring men but you noticed none of the reasons you gave were sexual. “Sorry, you were probably wanting to hear my perception of what they might be like in bed as lovers.” You scrunched your face up in distaste attempting to see any of your friends that way. It was just not happening as much as Jongho might have wanted to see your heart go in that direction. Sensing his continued interest in the conversation you made sure to clarify, “Truly, as much as I dearly love every one of them, I am not looking for an affair with any of your members. This is just talk. You are to make absolutely no overtures of any kind to our friends whatsoever.”

The reassurance came immediately. “I understand that completely,” he concurred but you could still see how the discussion affected him in a pleasurable way. Keeping your needs in mind, your husband placed a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. “Don't push yourself to please me. I think it is sweet you have been trying.” Lovingly looking into your eyes while stroking your cheek Jongho conceded, “The way you speak so proudly of only ever having been mine I should have known not to ask in the first place. And, when it comes down to it, while I am aroused by the idea, I can not actually say if sharing you would work for me if put into action. The point is moot since you do not want to anyway.”

“Thank you for understanding. Openly talking about our desires will always be constructive. You respected my refusal and that is what matters. I think by pretending you were the new lover tonight we came up with a good compromise. Changes are difficult for me so it is easy enough to see you as someone else every time you come home from work with a new color or cut until I adjust to the look.” You ran your hand through Jongho's novel red hair that would take some getting used to.

“I do think in time I could get better at playing the role of a loaned wife with you as my partner of the evening but there are some elements that really are not working for me. My preference is to skip the negative things about my man. Though I can see getting into hearing you praise him instead. 'I want to learn to please you like he can,' something like that. Questioning your prowess was a real turn-off. Is insulting part of the draw for you?”

“No, the sock monkey just brought out competitiveness in me,” Jongho sheepishly admitted.

“Alright then, the taunting was quite a downer. How about next time let's have an empty chair for my 'husband' perhaps. No more Mr. Stiffy, please.”

“Deal. He is certainly not an integral part of the experience I am after.” You nodded in relief at Jongho's welcome news. “There is something I need too,” he added. “Let's pick a different name to call me when I am in a role as paramour.”

“I am so sorry about that, love.” Giggles broke through any attempt to have a serious conversation under these conditions. You threw the bed's comforter over the stuffed occupant of the chair making discussion a little easier. “All I could think of when you put me on the spot like that was John.”

Rolling his eyes at the memory Jongho halfheartedly lamented, “All the names you could have used and you went with the one that gave me flashbacks to every time they have garbled my name at Starbucks.”

Wrapping your arms around him again, he lay back onto the bed at your side. “My poor man. Let me make it up to you by finishing what we started, though back to real life as my beloved husband this time so I can fully enjoy myself too,” you firmly stated.

Giving a tender peck to your cheek he said, “I would like that. As things go, I truly have nothing to complain about if my devoted wife wants no one but me.”

~

Jongho Masterlist

General Masterlist

[skellebonez]

Prompt 8 with Wukong and MK? I love the Monkey Dad ok. (Love ur writing btw!!!)

HNG Thank you! And hell yeah, any excuse to write Dad Wukong is fantastic! I wasn’t sure what to write for a while, but then I remembered a certain something in the show and their banter in certain episodes and I got an idea and ran with it.

“Yeah, okay, but I’m cooler.” “You sure?”

MK practically jumped as he walked, giddy excitement permeating his entire being as he remembered who was following him. It had taken so many weeks of convincing, but he finally got Monkey King to agree to come to the city and just. Hang out for a few hours. And his timing in agreeing could not have been more perfect!

He wasn’t entirely sure if it was his well crafted and highly logical arguments or the barrage of puppy dog eyes that finally wore down the ancient being, but he would take what he could get. Because he desperately wanted to show Monkey King what even more months of hard work and negotiations had managed to finally produce.

The Monkey King was instantly recognizable, but only if you knew not to look for a monkey. He’d disguised himself as a human as much as he could with no fur in sight (though still the same hair) and he was dressed in pretty basic modern day attire (MK wondered if he was even comfortable wearing this, but Wukong had brushed it off with a “go big or stay home”). Though must like his other forms, his tail couldn’t exactly go away fully and needed to be tucked under the jacket he had tied around his waist and his eyes betrayed his signature color scheme with markings that looked like some very skillfully applied eyeliner. MK now wondered if his eyes always looked like that naturally, given he looked like he wore eyeliner all the time, or if Monkey King made it a point to just look nice for himself every day. He could always ask later.

“Ok, you are going to love this,” He said, pausing in front of the anti-gravity arcade to gesture at it. “Trust me, it’s like the bestest most awesomest thing ever!”

“You’ve been saying that for the last 15 minutes,” Wukong said with a smile, looking for all the world like a calm and confident man. But to MK, he looked… nervous. He wasn’t surprised. The Monkey King had spent most of his missing 500 years in near isolation on an island full of monkeys. People… wasn’t something he was used to again. Not yet.

“Yeah, it is, but you know,” He stopped, gesturing around them. “If you want maybe we could get something to eat or drink first? I mean, it’s not exactly going anywher-”

Wukong put a hand on MK’s shoulder, shaking his head. “I know what you’re trying to do, bud. And I appreciate it. But if you don’t get me in there now you’ll probably spend the rest of the day trying to get me more comfortable and you’ll never show me this ‘bestest most awesomest thing ever!’, ok?” His smile softened as he ruffled the younger’s hair. “C’mon, show me this thing already!”

There was a moment where MK paused, just thinking about what was happening. When they first started training Wukong was already an invader of personal space, yeah, but none of what he did felt really affectionate at all. Just like something a monkey would do. But the hair ruffling? That was a human thing. Monkey King was not doing that on instinct. Either he picked it up from watching human shows or he was making a point to do more human things when he interacted with MK.

And the Monkie Kid had noticed this before in other little things the ancient being had done over the course of their training, like he was acting like Tang or Pigsy now. And he appreciated it.

“OK! It’s right inside!” MK shouted, grabbing the sleeve on Wukong’s shirt and pulling him into the building. He ran along the front wall for only a moment until he reached a corner, standing to the side as he gestured with wide arms to a big bright banner above a shiny new arcade cabinet reading ‘Coming Soon: Monkie Kid Run!’

“You have a GAME!? Is that ME!?” Wukong couldn’t help his surprise, looking at the intricate design on the cabinet in awe. Right on the top of the front were clearly himself and MK on opposite sides of the title, their friends peppering the rest of the sides of the front surrounding the screen. Various demons, all recognizable, ran along the side in the same beautiful art work and… “Hold on… This is your art. MK, did you make this? Is this why you asked for my lawyer?”

“Yeah! Kinda,” MK puffed out his chest. “The company wanted to have the rights to make a game based on me and it took a lot of legal back and forth but I managed to get it worked out where they have the rights to the game but I own the trademarks and the art everything, except for yours you have that! And the others. And all the demons, I kinda had to get them to sign some paperwork and offer them royalties and the lawyer really handled that part but I’m surprised so many of them agreed to it and- NO, that’s not important!” He gestured to the cabinet again, smiling widely as he waved a swipe card in front of him. “The important thing is I have a special activation card to play whenever I want and I want you to be the first person who gets to play this and I want to play it with you!”

For a moment the Monkey King didn’t say anything. He just stared at the game and MK, eyes wide and shining and after a moment he finally ran a hand through his hair and let out a chuckle. “Kid, I don’t say this lightly. But I am so fucking proud of you right now. Let’s play this game.”

MK beamed, swiping the card as he initially went to stand in the player two slot before he felt Wukong grab his arms and pick him up and stand him in front of player one. “Oh no, nope, your game. You get to be player one.”

Unable to help the laugh that bubbled up, MK watched as Wukong studied the buttons in front of him. He knew that the monkey knew how to play video games, he had systems in his house to play his own, but given this was completely different from anything else he had ever played he would be understanding if it took him a round to get used to it. “You going to play as yourself?”

“OH yeah,” Wukong laughed, taking a moment to admire how he looked on screen. The kid’s art was good. Amazing even. He’d seen himself so many times in so many different media but this… this was different. This was personal. “I’m cool as hell.”

“Yeah, okay, but I’m cooler,” MK quipped back with a smirk as he selected himself.

“You sure?”

The mock offended gasp of his student made Wukong laugh loudly, almost drawing the attention of a few arcade patrons. “Oh, it is ON! Prepare to get MKOwned Dad!”

“Bring it on!”

MK definitely did not notice that. But Wukong did. Yeah. This was personal. Monkey King was sure this was his favorite. His son had made it after all.