#er drabbles

[moechies]

kissing up on sukuna.｡o○

“what’re you doing brat? stop it.”

your lips assault the man’s face, peppering sweet kisses along his plentiful tattoos. he’s always been sensitive where the black ink littered across the skin of his body, and you figured that out not long after he took you as his dearest wife .

he squirms away from your touch, a light push against your chest, “stop it.”

“what.. you don’t like it?” you purr, rubbing the sticky gloss off of his cheek. he doesn’t answer you, only a petulant frown that paints his face, likely embarrassed of the slight flush in his cheek. you don’t mind.

“can i do it more ?” you ask sweetly , although he’d never ever say no. he does his best to sit below you obediently, but can’t help but grumble when he feels your sticky lipgloss transfer onto his skin. the scent of artificial strawberry is nauseating to him, and he doesn’t get why you like it. but for you, he thinks he’ll deal with it.

for now at least, until he gets so fed up with it he ends up throwing it away. but don’t fret, he’d repay you by buying you a variety of new designer products that would last a life time, just so you don’t complain.

“ do you like me ryomen? “

his eyebrow raises,

“you think i’d let someone i didn’t like torture me like this?” he grumbles, your cheeks in between his fingers forcing you to face him whilst you spoke.

“admwit it, say you wike me pwease.” your voice slurred due to his grip on your face.

“you’ll say it if you weally do !”

“no. you already know that i do. why should i say it?”

“pleaseee , ryomen ?”

he sighs, letting go of your jaw allowing you to rest yourself on his chest.

“i like you.”

“y’ do? really?!”

“you know that! we’re married!”

“but you never said it until now! now it feels real.” you look up at sukuna with a dopey smile, eyes bright and so full of love he swears he sees hearts as pupils. he can’t help but crack a smile internally, but in reality he simply huffs.

“tch. i might even love you, dumb brat.”

[zizzy-rie]

Rock Monkies AU - Wukong's disappearance after the battle with DBK

How will Macaque react to this information?

"Liu'er Mihou knows Sun Wukong far more than anyone could imagine. After all, he did live his life for him and with him. He was his right-hand man, his other half, his husband... After learning what happened in the battle with DBK, Liu'er denies it. The staff was one of Wukong's most priceless possessions. He never leaves it behind... Unless... Liu'er runs to the hill. He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe anything bad could happen to Wukong... To his xingan... And yet, as he stands there at the foot of the hill, his very eyes see the staff, standing erect at the top, with no owner in sight."

"The villagers trembled, hearing the screams. They thought another attack was going to happen. But it hit them, how mournful the sound was, devastation and despair thick in the scream.

It haunted them, almost as much as the Demon Bull King's roar."

- excerpt from a drabble @bogswell-kampilan wrote two years ago.

Yaling btw is Qiuyue's birthname.

[willowser]

today i am thinking about. like. soulmate/arranged marriage au with bakugou.

it's common to get married once you find your pre-destined other half, bc there isn't anyone else out there for you, anyway, and it takes a little while for you and him to come across one another. late twenties even, and by this time, you're both so sure you're defective and that it will never happen and have given up completely on ever knowing what love is.

(you — a painfully average human being — having to be pried from your car after a minor accident. by pro-hero dynamight. and he touches you and you touch him and an oven timer goes off in your head. some box is checked deep inside your heart. both of you, at the exact same time, think: oh. it's you.

and then you're left standing at an intersection, awkwardly staring at one another as you're swarmed by media and fans and the other driver of the car, who is demanding all your insurance information.)

your wedding night is — boring; you sleep with your back to one another and don't say much beyond half-hearted conversation. he looks angry or deep in thought 99% of the time, frowning, and even though you knew that from seeing him on tv for years, it's more intimidating up close and in your face.

dynamight — bakugou — is gone a lot of the time, with work, leaving you alone in his nice three-bedroom more often than not. it's comforting almost, because you don't particularly feel anything for this man and you're allowed to expand in his space without being under his metallic gaze, making it your own as you please.

it's not unusual for you to fall asleep without him in a big, empty bed, untouched and unbothered — though he doesn't do either even when he's in it. he keeps his distance and you want him to, for now at least; you kissed once during the ceremony and a handful of times after that, when it felt right: after he made you dinner, two weeks into your marriage; when he got in from dubai after being gone for 12 days; you met kirishima and ashido recently — finally, they said — and he'd surprised you in the garage afterwards, leaning a little more into it than he typically does, though you think his two, small glasses of something amber and sweet at dinner might have helped with that.

not this morning though. because you'd been more than half asleep and hadn't even noticed him all night and therefore weren't even prepared to say goodbye. a hand at on your shoulder, maybe, before he left and then —

and then mina called. to tell you what happened. what hospital. how bad it was.

"he's uh—" you're blank, voice lost under the chatter of the emergency room, blinking at the receptionist in surprise. all the beeping and the squeak of shoes across the linoleum, the hurried instruction and calls for clear! are making you — "bakugou, he's uh—katsuki is—"

you're feeling a lot of things, and nothing, all at once. mostly regret, furious with yourself at the simple fact that you didn't even wake up properly to tell him goodbye, to have a nice day, that you never do. it's been almost half a year and you haven't even called him by his first name to his face, haven't given him permission to call you by yours. he's never seen you naked and you've been too scared to know if you even wanted him to.

you've been complacent in the distance and now it's getting further and further, as a machine flatlines just down the hall.

"my wife,"

when you turn, katsuki's standing across the lobby, peeking out from a room that's much quieter, that looks less intense. half of his face is bandaged up and his arm is in a sling, but — he looks —

"she's my wife," he croaks again, and mina appears, too, cringing under the heated glare he gives her. "told you 'm fine."

you feel a lot of things, all at once, but when he fixes you with his sleepy, half-lidded gaze, blinking soft and slow and gentle, you think: oh. of course it's you.

[py-dreamer]

Oh! It's Mac(aroni)-learns-the-consequences-for his-actions o'clock!: the AU

To my marshiemallows who saw my other post, no this isn't the part two I was talking about

(it's coming dw! ...I am going to roast those fics over a pit like a rotisserie chicken...)

but this is some more Ma-caca slander so if you're into that...

"get in loser we're going to yell into some all hearing (but terrible at listening) ears"

(DISCLAIMER: I do enjoy Macaque as a character, he is well written in the show imo

This is a call-out to those who think he's just a victim and excuse his crimes in the show, in lore and make him the "uwu soft boi who needs to be protected at all cost who everyone loves including all of Wukong's subjects apparently"

and make Wukong the "selfish narcissist who's a lazy good for nothing, a monster who killed Mac for funsies then cried for centuries afterward without his waifu, doesn't deserve anything good, everyone hates him for good reason, he kills puppies on a daily bas-"

yea you get the point)

I know there're some AUs where there's an artifact that can change time or transport you into a different dimension

Yea so y'know what, let Macaque get his hands on one of them, mid battle with the monkie kids.

They tell him to calm down and give the artifact back but Mac gets pissy about an earlier conversation with Wukong.

About how he made a shrine to honor his pilgrim brothers and Mac gets mad.

He tells Wukong that it's been centuries since they've died so why doesn't he let them go and Wukong of course gets pissed too.

Then Mac-aroni bursts at him why there was nothing for the brotherhood or DBK when he sealed him or when he died

He adds some extra insults for flavor then leaves (as usual) without giving the monkey king to give his perspective and cuss him out

Back to the present, Mac decides to alter the timeline just a wee bit...

"Tang Sanzang was killed by the six eared Macaque during their first encounter"

Then we see this new world...but it's not all happy like Macaque hoped

First off, the journey was to retrieve holy scriptures from India which would help to cleanse the east apparently. But it was also because of the journey a lot of corruption was stopped (eg slow cart kingdom with its policy on Buddhism, kingdom of women and the demon guarding the abortion spring, the demon who overthrew the black river god, kidnappings in general)

So yea if it was cut short, a lot of that corruption would still be in power.

With most of the human population being overtaken by humans or corrupt kings or busy being eaten or courtnapped, yea society could not evolve. It stays mostly stagnant, so a lot of technology hasn't been invented yet and most humans (particularly lower class) are doing worse for wear.

But it wasn't his fault; it was the society and humans for being to weak to upturn itself.

Mac sees them, doesn't really care and goes off to find Wukong because hey, he's curious

However he finds the Camel Ridge trio instead and we know what kinda happened in that town.

The surrounding area is dry and barren because all the life is being sucked out of it. Heck, its probably even more arid cause the trio's reign has lasted for centuries.

They all welcome Macaque with open arms asking him where he's been and they haven't heard of him since the monk's murder.

The trio thank Mac since they heard how the monk had Wukong on a leash and how he was no more than a guard dog and they were worried that he'd make the monkey king reign his wrath on the city if they ever crossed and without him, the journey never continued and there was no encounter

He's disturbed by the friends he once loathed and fought welcoming him with open arms and owed their success to his actions.

But it wasn't his fault for their corruption, it was their city and their choices, someway or another karma will get them probably...maybe...

Since without the journey, the brotherhood never would've ended up in the ink scrolls

"Its a shame Wukong and Brother Bull can't join us"

Mac asks what they mean and where DBK was.

He learns the demon bull family were in mourning.

You see, without the pilgrims and more importantly, Sanzang and Wukong present, the sealing of the samahdi fire probably wouldn't have went the same.

They couldn't find anyone available who'd survive the flames so DBK, PIF and Nezha had to try it themselves...and were sadly unsucessful

The infant's power caused mass destruction, many deaths, injured both his parents greatly...

...and ultimately led the child to an early grave.

Leaving the clan and couple devastated for years to come.

But it still wasn't his fault: it was just due to unfortunate circumstances!

Macaque, disturbed by this leaves without saying goodbye, goes to flower fruit mountain to check on its status. Since without having to continue the journey, surely the monkey king would be basking in the sun with his subjects happily gorging themselves on fruit-

Only he comes back to a total wasteland.

As a consequence of letting the monk be killed and failing his chance at redemption, heaven punished Sun Wukong and he was never seen again (much to Mac's surprise).

But not only that, it seemed the gods took their rage out on Flower fruit mountain as well. This was the 2nd time it was burned but now they made sure to finish the job, every last tree engulfed in flames.

Without the monkey king coming back to save them, all the inhabitants were at risk of the burning and any left who fled to the mainland were captured and sold, starved or hunted and eaten. There were no survivors.

Upset by his discovery, Macaque was filled with rage at the king. How dare he not take care of their home, he failed as a friend but now as a king too. So he snuck into heaven to find out his location to find answers and yell at him.

It wasn't his fault their home was destroyed. That was Wukong's duty as king! He failed his subjects and he must pay

A tear filled Macaque snuffs through heaven's files as even he couldn't find the location of Sun Wukong's prison.

He learns that Nezha after failing to seal the fire, got terribly burned in the process probably crippling him and causing mass destruction to many nearby towns and minor gods had been cast out of heaven.

Some of the guilt started weighing in on him but he put that aside, because of course it wasn't his fault; the god was just too weak and shouldn't have stuck his nose into other's business.

And finally, the main course we've all been waiting for: confronting Wukong.

He's back under 5 phases mountain but this time with many more locks and security cautions. Macaque learns nobody had heard from the king in a 1000 years.

He finds the king and screams at him that it was his fault how FFM was now a desolate dessert devoid of life.

But to his surprise, the king laughs.

The king laughs maniacally, practically howling with laughter but with crazed eyes like a madman.

"I assume you'll blame me for 'abandoning' you too?"

He rips into Macaque about how they always swore to stay by each others side but the moment things get ugly Mac will always save his skin. And asks where was he for him through all this.

Not during the battle vs heaven.

Not during his trials.

Not during his imprisonment.

Not when he asked him to go back and leave the pilgrims alone.

Not when heaven pointed fingers at him that the monk's murder was his fault.

Not when FFM was destroyed and Wukong didn't learn until some heavenly officials told him years later as they fed him metal pellets and molten iron.

Even now, the only reason he came was to complain.

(I imagine a lil conversation to go like this:

Macaque: They abused you! They didn't free you!!

Wukong: WELL NEITHER DID YOU!!!!

Macaque:...

Wukong:...neither did you...)

Then Mac decides to ask what the pilgrims did afterward and bet they all ran off too...how wrong he was

(Macaque: Then where are your 'pilgrim' brothers now? Why aren't they here to help you the-

Wukong: they're gone

Macaque: what..?

Wukong: They're gone...They're gone...gone...DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? ARE YOU DEAF? I SAID THEY'RE GONE!!!

Macaque: but how...

Wukong: after you fled the scene, the heavenly officials came to detain me....hahahah...I was caught in that diamond snare again and Ao Lie jumped in to defend me.

Macaque: but I thought...

Wukong: I was so distraught, I couldn't do anything...They said that it was also their fault master was dead so they'd better stay quiet if they wanted to lessen their sentence....hahahah...I watched them all die one by one Macaque...

Macaque:...

Wukong:...they all defended me...even the goddamn pig... And do you know where that lead them? They all died...Liu'er...they're dead...I WATCHED MY BROTHERS DIE IN FRONT OF ME FOR DEFENDING ME...I DID NOTHING LIU'ER...DO YOU KNOW WHERE AZURE AND THE OTHERS ARE NOW? I'M SURE THEY'RE PARTYING AND LEAVING ME TO ROT. MEANWHILE MY BROTHERS GAVE THEIR LIVES FOR A USELESS MONKEY. I COULDN'T EVEN PROTECT MY SUBJECTS...OR SANZANG...THE GREAT SAGE EQUAL TO HEAVEN CAN'T EVEN PROTECT A SINGLE HUMAN...ALL THAT TIME, TRAINING, USELESS!! SO SURE...BLAME ME ALL YOU WANT BECAUSE I DESERVE IT AT THIS POINT!!!! COME ON!!!!

Macaque: God, you've really gone mad...)

I want this man to meet his inner demons or someone able to slap him around to just really remind him of the consequences to his actions maybe some ink scroll action.

Just basically:

And maybe if I'm feeling nice we get a happy ending, Mac reverses the spell or something and perhaps says something nice to Wukong for once.

If anyone has any thoughts or suggestions on how the timeline would change, do tell I'm curious to hear your thoughts.

@furornocturna might be reminding Mac-adoodledoo of his crimes to the monkie kids in the present but I'm taking him for a roadtrip to the past

(or other present...time travel is complicated y'all)

(Again I recommend 'Fractured pieces make a mosaic' on Ao3.

I shall call them my partner in crime for Mac-caca bullying if they shall so let me have the honors...also @nightmarebunnyking...they also do good slander

No I will not stop advertising their work. Cause it's good outside of the slander, Wukong is very affectionate, we love that for him and MK collects dads like pokemon cards

also kinda want opinions on more ole'Mac-doodle had denial. E I E I O

I propose we gather in a circle and beat him with a stick

...pls interact its 1 am rn)

Also fun fact this is my 2001st post so uhh...yay..?

[sisterdivinium]

Jillian had considered asking when first Mother Superion evaded her advances in daylight. Was it guilt, shame, fear? Did her God condemn their love so that they might only kiss in shadow?

But in time she understood.

Just as Suzanne prayed more fervently in the cool, welcoming darkness of a temple, so did she kiss Jillian more ardently away from prying eyes; it was a ritual, born out of devotion rather than disgrace.

The girls knew, but the Mystery was forbidden to them.

Kissing Suzanne over and over in the heart of night, Jillian lost herself in their sacred rites.

[vezalust]

thinking about wilson ,,, constantly bragging about how good of a hero is. it must get annoying at some point, but it’s hard to keep him quiet. shut him up by kissing him on his pretty little mouth, it’ll leave him shocked and silent for a few seconds. he may try and start bragging again about how u must have wanted to kiss him because he’s such a strong hero and one of the coolest out there and how lucky you are and yada yada yada. he’s just wanting you to kiss him again, and it’s pretty obvious.

[thefollow-spot]

"Untitled" (Keeping)

Lancelot/Merlin ● General Audiences ● WC: 200 ● No Warnings // Written for @merlinmicrofic 2024, for the prompt 'Enough'.

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You’ve taken an arrow for our prince. Home, we’re alone in your room. Your blood is stopped, but needs redressing. Pale, you’ve always been too fair. Your smiling eyes crinkle, hiding anything that hurts.

“Least Arthur’s safe,” you mutter. “Didn’t even have to use magic.”

Always for Arthur: wounds, scars, soul. Never will you put this down. Couldn’t I be enough for you? I know the answer. Cupping your face; kissing your lips. Take my swordsman’s hands, put them to work. Cleaning jagged skin; replacing the bandage, rotting red. I can’t fault you: I know what loving in service is.

◦◦◦

When you touch me this way, you’ve got a sculptor’s hands: strong, reverent. I wasn’t made for this—you know that, don’t you? I’m only half of a set (so the Dragon says). Properly, I can’t belong to you, even if I wished I could.

Shuddering, you breathe against my neck: “You’re too reckless, my lord.”

Later, my head in your lap, we steal time by your chamber hearth. I rest my wounded leg; you hum songs from your boyhood. Could you love me anyway, and make this be enough? Please believe me when I say I can’t be more.

[scribblestatic]

Slightly referencing the picnic part that I'm likely not continuing, but running around on that mountain trail is the first time Izuku actually sees Venom's body. The slick darkness of its form and how it molds over his own. They help him run faster, jump higher...

It's so exciting, he doesn't recognize when he starts running on all fours in circles and through the trees. Inko witnesses this to some extent, seeing him get excited and the sticky stuff that came out of him. She makes a note of it all, and decides to bring him out more often.

After the run, he falls asleep in the car on the way home, and Inko quietly decides to contact Dr. Oniyoshi about the additional developments.

As Izuku grows up with Venom, the dog his intergalactical symbiote had been inside for the longest before coming in contact with him left a mark.

Izuku's young dreams often featured Venom's memories of being a dog. Most of those experiences were quite negative. After all, the dog and Venom had both been starving.

Now, in a human body well acclimated for housing the both of them, Izuku and Venom still retain some dog.

The first time Venom completely covers Izuku's body, he's about 8 years old. The inky form still has big dog ears and a log tail. Of course, it's not fluffy. It's all slick and slime, with big opalesque eyes staring back at them from the mirror.

Izuku smiles. Venom shows off a mouth full of many rows of teeth. But by this time, Izuku's not afraid of the teeth or of the dreams he has of eating creatures. He slides their tongue over their teeth, marveling at their sharpness.

And then, he crawls around the house, walking on all fours. Venom extended his feet so their legs bend like a dog's would.

The barrier between his body and Venom fades. He doesn't feel like he's floating in Venom's body. He feels like it is his body. No, it is his body.

He and Venom are the same... Yeah.

Inko's in the kitchen, listening to some evening TV show, when she sees a shadow move out the corner of her eye. She turns and prepares to speak to Izuku, only to pause, her gaze going wide.

Izuku sits in the living room, right near the kitchen, gazing up at her. His fingers and toes end in vicious points, and his slick tail lays on the ground beside him. His mouth is covered, so he's completely black save for his eyes.

He opens his mouth, sharp teeth revealed.

"Mummy, is dinner ready?"

His voice is split in two tones. One is the little boy she's been raising through all the ups and downs of parenthood. The other is deep, vibrating, and growling. They slightly merge together, speaking at the same time seamlessly, with an unnatural echo to it.

Inko stares a moment longer, Izuku's wild hair emulated by the slickness covering him in eldritch curls. He tilts his head curiously, gazing with his big eyes, just like he would otherwise.

...It's strange. Unnatural. Scary, even.

But this is still her son.

Inko smiles.

"Yes, dinner's almost ready, honey."

The dark figure's eyes crinkle with delight, his many, many teeth showing off in a wide grin.

"We wanna help. Can we help?"

"Of course. Go wash your hands first."

"Hehehe. Woof."

He scurries into the kitchen, slipping by her to the sink. In his usual form, he was just getting tall enough to turn on the sink only a bit of help from a stool. Now, he was tall enough to reach without it because of his extended feet, standing up on his tippy toes like a dog or cat. His slick yet bushy tail wagged behind him as he reached for the soap.

Izuku stays in this form for the rest of the evening, eating with his feet tucked under him in the chair. It's so interesting, seeing his sharp, claw-tipped fingers hold chopsticks and eat with them. Though, Izuku's mumbling in this strange form is a little hard to get used to.

"We stretched out our skin. We like this. All the colors. Many colors everywhere. And smells! You smell delicious and friendly and like love. We love you."

Suddenly, those questions about eating squirrels comes back to her.

Although he prefers to walk on all fours, he stays on the back two to help her wash the dishes. Once done, just like Izuku's usual routine, it's time to get ready for bed.

Izuku bathes and brushes his teeth like normal, though distinctly not like normal, since he still maintains that strange form the entire time. His toothbrush bristles come out and stick between his fangs in places, causing him to have to close his mouth, gather them with sludge, and spit them all out in the trash. Floss is a lot easier to deal with, thankfully.

By the time he's ready for bed, his wide eyes have narrowed sleepily. Izuku moves forward and, gingerly, like he always does, takes a hold on the corner of her shirt.

"...Let's get you tucked in, love."

She leads him to his bedroom, and like she always does, she helps him get comfortable in bed. He curls up differently than usual, more like a dog than a regular person. But before she leaves, his arms reach out and wrap around her waist. He then presses his face against her stomach.

"We love you, Mumma..."

...This is just her baby, isn't it? A bit frightening, but he's just her baby boy in the end. Loving and sweet. Needing more help and care than some other children, but he's hers.

Inko smiles, and hugs her little boy back.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Get some sleep."

--

After that night, when at home, Izuku tends to use 'we' to refer to himself.

[bibastibootz]

Mein Mann

"Gleich sind wir endlich beim Auto." Sebastian atmet stoßhaft aus und schaut auf den sandigen Weg vor sich, der einen leichten Bogen macht und so die Sicht auf den Parkplatz verdeckt.

Thorsten runzelt die Stirn. "Wieso denn 'endlich'? Hat dir der Spaziergang etwa nicht gefallen?"

Sebastian schüttelt den Kopf. "Nein, aber meine Schuhe drücken heute irgendwie."

"Mhm", antwortet Thorsten mit einem misstrauischen Blick.

Sebastian greift nach Thorstens Hand. "Wirklich. Der Spaziergang war schön. Alles ist schön mit dir." Er drückt Thorstens Hand und will sie gerade wieder loslassen, da verfestigt er stattdessen seinen Griff und wirft Thorsten ein zufriedenes Lächeln zu.

Nach all den Monaten zusammen (so ganz offiziell) ist er noch immer überzeugt davon, dass alle anderen sie beide anstarren und verurteilen — aber hier im Park ist niemand. Also überkommt Sebastian dieses Gefühl von Sicherheit und er versucht, die Wärme und den Druck von Thorstens Hand zu genießen so gut es geht.

Die untergehende Sonne glitzert durch die Baumkronen und wirft tanzende Lichtkleckse auf den Sandweg. Die Schuhe knirschen im Rhythmus und verfallen in ein frühsommerliches Lied zusammen mit dem nahen und fernen Vogelgezwitscher.

Der Porsche steht direkt unter einem schattigen Baum und verspricht endlich Erholung für Sebastians Füße. Sebastian kann es kaum erwarten, sich genüsslich in den Beifahrersitz fallen zu lassen und auf dem Rückweg ein wenig seine Augen zu schließen. Davor gibt es aber noch etwas zu klären.

"Holen wir uns noch was zum Abendessen?", fragt er.

Thorsten dreht seinen Kopf zur Seite. "Du bist doch heute dran mit Kochen."

Sebastian lässt seine Schultern fallen und runzelt die Stirn. "Können wir unsere Regelung heute nicht einmal ausfallen lassen?"

"Genau das hast du letztes Wochenende auch schon gesagt."

"Aber heute habe ich wirklich keine Lust."

Sie stehen nun direkt vor dem Porsche und Thorsten hat sich zu Sebastian umgedreht. Ihre verschränkten Hände baumeln zwischen ihnen in der Luft. Thorstens Finger zucken einmal kurz gegen Sebastians Handfläche.

"Soll ich dir beim Kochen helfen?", fragt Thorsten schließlich.

"Wir können uns doch einfach schnell was holen und dann haben wir mehr Zeit auf dem Sofa." Sebastian hebt verschmitzt seine linke Augenbraue. "Wäre doch schön, oder?"

Thorsten verdreht die Augen, doch er kann das Grinsen nicht stoppen, das ihm um den Mund spielt. Dann versucht er aber wieder, etwas ernster zu gucken. "Überredet. Aber wir können wirklich nicht jeden zweiten Tag Essen bestellen."

Sebastian will gerade etwas antworten, da ertönt das Geräusch einer schließenden Autotür neben ihnen. Sofort fährt Sebastian zu dem Auto herum und lässt dabei seinen Arm fallen. Die Wärme von Thorstens Hand hinterlässt lediglich ein kaltes Kribbeln auf seiner Haut.

Sebastian weiß, dass er wie ertappt aussehen muss, so wie er da steht, Arme und Beine völlig starr und gestreckt, der Blick etwas beschämend zu Boden gerichtet. Da wird ihm bewusst, wie nah er noch an Thorsten steht und wie missverständlich ihre Nähe sein muss, also macht er einen kleinen Schritt zur Seite und hofft, dass Thorsten es ihm nicht übel nimmt.

"Streit ums Abendessen?", fragt der Mann vom Nachbarauto, der mit einem Grinsen seinen Rucksack aufsetzt und um sein Auto herumgeht.

Thorsten wirft Sebastian einen flüchtigen Blick zu, bevor er mit den Schultern zuckt. "Essen bestellen oder selbst kochen, Sie kennen das Problem bestimmt." Mit seinem Kopf nickt er in Sebastians Richtung. "Er hier wäre heute dran, hat aber keine Lust."

Sebastian wird rot, aber nicht, weil Thorsten ihn hier vor einem Fremden vorführt (was ihm dennoch sehr unangenehm ist), sondern weil das alles so privat klingt. Niemals würde er selbst so offen mit jemand anderem über Thorsten und sein Abendessen reden, erstrecht nicht mit einem wildfremden Menschen. Aber Thorsten war schon immer lockerer, was sowas angeht. Offener, einfacher.

Der Mann schnauft vor Lachen. "Ah, die altbekannte Essensfrage am Sonntagnachmittag." Er geht langsam Richtung Wanderweg, bleibt aber Thorsten und Sebastian zugewendet. "Mein Mann ist auch so. Jedes Wochenende haben wir die selbe Diskussion. Kleiner Tipp: Rückenmassage anbieten. Dann macht er alles."

Thorsten lacht leise auf und nickt. "Den Tipp merke ich mir, danke."

Sebastians Ohren können nicht roter werden als jetzt. Sein Blick wandert von Thorsten zu dem anderen Mann, der ihn in diesem Moment auch anguckt.

"Ich würde das Angebot annehmen", sagt er mit einem breiten Grinsen und einem selbstbewussten Zwinkern, das sich auf direktem Wege in Sebastians Brust und wie eine heilende Hand über sein Herz legt.

Sebastian kann nicht anders und er lächelt etwas unbeholfen zurück. "Okay", sagt er leise, noch etwas ertappt und peinlich berührt.

Der Mann hebt eine Hand zum Abschied und verschwindet dann auch schon hinter der Kurve.

Sebastian atmet einmal tief ein, geht um das Auto herum zur Beifahrertür und steigt dann zu Thorsten in den Wagen. Bevor dieser den Motor anstellen kann, legt Sebastian eine Hand auf Thorstens Oberschenkel. "Ich koche heute", sagt er.

Thorsten dreht seinen Kopf zu ihm um. "Musst du nicht, wenn du nicht willst."

Sebastian presst seine Lippen zu einem kleinen Lächeln zusammen. "Möchte ich aber."

"Mit anschließender Rückenmassage oder ohne?"

Sebastian legt seinen Kopf schief. "Als ob das überhaupt eine Frage wäre."

Thorsten startet den Motor. "Dann krieg ich nächstes Mal aber auch eine von dir."

"Abgemacht", antwortet Sebastian, drückt einmal Thorstens Oberschenkel und beugt sich zu einem kurzen Kuss auf Thorstens Wange rüber, bevor er seine Hand zurücknimmt.

Auf der Rückfahrt schweigen die beiden die meiste Zeit. Was sie nicht wissen, ist, dass in ihren Köpfen ein und der selbe Gedanke herumschwirrt und genau das gleiche wohlwollige Gefühl in ihren Herzen auslöst. Mein Mann.

[blacksheep28]

Sun Wukong doesn't like thinking too much about his Journey to the West. Yes he bonded with the others he traveled with, but often it was miserable, and he hated being bound. Even more so he hated how he had struggled so much for trust, despite honestly doing his best. Reaching the end and ascending had been one of the best days of his life. He was free to return home.

Sun Wukong couldn't say that he hadn't learned anything from the trip. He did learn to check his impulses more carefully, and to choose when to kill more carefully. He'd also learned to trust less. Pigsy, Sandy, and Tripitaka hadn't hesitated to move on with their lives and drop out of contact with the savage Monkey King. It stung. Especially after he'd been forced to kill Liu Er. He had warned the Macaque, but he had thought he could break Sun Wukong free early, and he had paid the price for it.

So perhaps it isn't so surprising that he took a chance after being put under an amnesia spell. For others it would be an entirely blank slate until it was broken, but he was Sun Wukong. It only took a day for it to wear off. He didn't tell anyone though. He liked acting like he had before the Journey. And it had been so long, nobody realized that he wasn't nearly as destructive as he should be if he had truly forgotten everything.

And Liu Er took him back. It didn't matter that Sun Wukong had been forced to kill him. It didn't matter that Liu Er had been brought back to life by the Lady Bone Demon he had warned them about but only been punished for because of her disguises and kept on a leash to attack Sun Wukong to let the Lady Bone Demon steal Wukong's powers. It didn't matter that Liu Er thought that Sun Wukong had chosen to kill him. Liu Er thought Sun Wukong didn't remember, and it was right back to how it used to be. Liu Er was enjoying showing his Sun Wukong modern life and spending time together. Sun Wukong was happy to see his shadow enjoying himself so much.

As long as nobody found out, surely this was fine. Surely they could have back what had been lost.

[theweepingmortician]

he who conquers shadows black

pairing: implied sun wukong | monkey king/liu er mihou | six-eared macaque

words: 479

rating: teen, possibly mature for violent content

a/n: i finally decided to suck it up and try to write macaque’s death scene. i don’t know if i did it justice. warnings for blood, character death, and violence. everything you’d expect with a death scene. i’m also on ao3. enjoy.

“Come on, Wukong!”

The air is rich with the stink of blood. Macaque sways and stumbles, tripping over the curves of his own heels as if drunk on his fury. His lips split and laughter bursts from his throat, deep with mania. Wukong hates himself for ever having missed the sound. 

“Stop holding out on me. You can do better than this. Your power isn’t a curse—it’s a gift.”

“Leave this place.” Grant me this kindness at least, he thinks. Don’t let them take you from me too. 

Macaque’s hand trembles as it closes around his staff, the one Wukong had carved from the very dark that bore him. Wukong’s hand squeezes around its twin, and it glimmers in the setting sun, mockingly divine. His legs buckle beneath him, sorrow weighing heavy as a mountain on his limbs. He sinks his teeth into it and buries it deep. He hopes he will choke on it.

They’re swept up into a dizzying blur of blood and blows. Macaque is sloppy, sick with hysteria, and Wukong fights desperately against the pull of his muscles. The grass is thin with the scars of their battle. It would feast well tonight, greedily drinking the red that would spill. He raises his arm, hefts his cudgel like a spear, and prays to any god that will listen in hopes it will not catch. He should have known better. He had never been heaven’s favorite.

Macaque screams. It rips through the air and into the chambers of his heart.

Do not let him suffer, he tells himself, as he drags his body to sit atop Macaque’s writhing form. Claws sink into his flesh, and he lets them tear. He deserves to be bled raw. 

“You can’t kill me,” Macaque chokes out. His cudgel slides from the gape in his eye, red spills like wine. “I mean—I mean it’s me. I’m all you have left.”

He tries to be gentle as his hand slips behind Macaque’s head. He hates that Macaque does not fight him, only clings to him like a babe to its mother.

“Wukong.” He is clawing in earnest now. Thick gold oozes between his dirt-encrusted fingers. He had told Wukong it was beautiful once; how he bled the nectar from the sun. It drips onto Macaque’s face, rusting. There is no beauty in it now. “You can’t kill me,” he whimpers. “You—you gave me my name. Remember?” Those six ears spread pitifully, wilting like a waning wedelia. I remember everything, he thinks. It would be a mercy if he didn’t. He thumbs the soft flesh of their shells, and raises his staff.

“I’m sorry.”

When Macaque’s chest is no longer quivering, Wukong allows his limp body to sink into the earth. He kisses cold hands and weeps. There is no point in wanting to follow him to the below. Wukong is already dead.

[mooonjin]

Toothpick

Notes: *throws drabble at you* i jut wrote this down real quick because a new tbb episde is coming up and im so exicted and miss crosshair <33

Pairing: Just Crosshair :D

Summary: A new face introduced as the Batchers lay low from the Empire.

Warnings/Tags: fluff — tell me if I've missed anything!

The stench of the parlor was definitely an unfamiliar waft for Crosshair. When his brothers told him about a place they could lay low from the Empire, he didn't exactly have this... shelter in mind. At least there were tables for Dejarik as well as receiving his trusty rifle back, otherwise he'd be bored out of his mind. Maybe use the rusty parts of droids by the bins as target practice.

"You, Toothpick, what's so mesmerising that yew gotta stare at it for so long?" Cid snapped so abruptly. It seems Crosshair hasn't been paying attention to any of what she was saying. Hunter, who stood to her right, discreetly shook his head, grinning. Hunter didn't blame his inattentiveness. It wasn't so long ago they all fled from the Empire — shocking, amirite? — and had to keep a low profile which also means hand-to-mouth.

Crosshair, on the other hand, was more surprised that someone dare raised their voice at him. Especially someone who wasn't a clone or ranks higher than Hunter. He kept his composure anyway, spitting out his toothpick only to replace it with another one. It was probably a silent way of saying, 'don't talk to me when you own a dog shelter' or something like that.

"Oh, it litters too," Cid rolled her eyes, chucking Tech, who stood beside Crosshair, the information disk for a retrieval mission, "Now, hustle, hustle, this thing ain't collecting itself!" she waved her arms in a shooing motion before grabbing her weapon (walking) stick and walking back to her office.

Crosshair was told that they were all introduced to Cid from Echo, so he sent the ARC trooper a "generous" stare at what was basically Crosshair's first impression of her.

As long as his brothers were fine with it, he'd go along like he always had.

Like old times.

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Post-Notes: hope its good!! i kkinda thought thats wha cid would call cross ngl but lol its all for funsies! :D

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[py-dreamer]

Rant about shadowpeach (WARNING! Mac slander)

I'm sure you've all heard this time and time again but you know what screw it I'm tossing my 2 cents into the ring

I think my bias for Wukong definitely has a part in this but I will try to be as neutral as possible which is impossible. My personal opinions will absolutely shine through but it is just that: a personal opinion

I love my trio of gay monkeys, I really do.

Is Macaque a good character? Yes

I do think he's a genuinely interesting character, with cool mystery ,interesting backstory, cool powers, he's fun to watch, has a kickass theme song and aesthetic and I can see why a lot of fans attach themselves to them.

Do I love seeing him with Wukong? Yes

Their banter is fun, past shadowpeach can be sweet as sugar (or spicy, I don't judge) and their angst is real yummy.

What I don't like is when the angst is all Wukong's fault. And everyone and their grandma will harp on the Monkey king and just ignore all of Mac's bullsh!t. Especially in fanfics.

Like don't get me wrong, keep writing that good stuff! But like...jeez

The amount of smack that the golden monkey goes through in this fandom is like...yikes.

Look, I know we're all hung up about the bloody murder thing.

(Personally I'm on the theory that Wukong didn't actually kill Mac, if they were really that close he wouldn't have acted so casual upon their battle after he murdered him, but I digress)

And Wukong should be called out on that BUT.

Mac also isn't blameless here.

(If you like toxic shadowpeach, fine. But this is for peeps who think that Wukong is the only toxic one and Mac was just a victim.)

Take it from this perspective:

The two were really close during the brotherhood era. Wukong kept doing stupid things to gain power and getting them in trouble and in the final battle did something astronomically stupid and they all lost.

Then they all ditch him...leading to his imprisonment (five phases mountain) and torture (furnace and also being fed iron pellets and hot mercury)

Fair, Mac probably shouldn't have been trapped too but he visited once out of 500 years, had a fight and never came back by the looks of it.

He assigns himself the role of the warrior who always stood by his king's side.

And then ditched him in his time of need.

Mans really failed at his own self proclaimed job.

Fine, he probably should've taken a break, none of them were in the right state of mind and Wukong was being very bratty.

BUT

IF HE TRULY VALUED THEIR RELATIONSHIP (from the looks of his lil gay play, he did) HE WOULD'VE Y'KNOW. COME BACK AND TALK?!?!

If he really valued their relationship, outside of calling him a coward and LEAVING, never to visit again. Would that not be a perfect opportunity to communicate?

Like, my dude. He's stuck in the rock. He can't run. Could you not find the roots of the problem and solved it?

But lets say "He was too busy taking care of flower fruit mountain"

(despite him literally EATING one of the monkeys in JTTW, but that was JTTW and I don't think its canon in Lmk. But still, interesting to note.)

I'm sure his subjects were worried about their king? Did he never answer them? If he really valued their bond, could he not have I dunno, shadow portaled some monkeys to see their king or like put time aside to communicate and update the monkeys?

But lets say "He was too traumatized from the burning of his home and was too angry"

500 gosh dang years seems like a long time to take a break.

I feel like at that point, he should've let go of Wukong

BUT NOOOO HE DOESN'T NOW DOES HE.

We establish that their relationship is kinda wrecked.

They don't communicate.

He ditched Wukong for 500 years.

But when he see's the pilgrims decides that Wukong ditched him and the brotherhood..?

So by his logic, Wukong has abandoned ffm the brotherhood and him, after they ditched him under a mountain for 500 years, never visited, never talked, never tried to rebuild their relationship.

Sees the circlet being used, sees the pilgrims not trusting him, sees him go on this journey unwillingly, not allowed to leave the monk unprotected, and comes to the conclusion that Wukong is a traitor...?

But plans to free him because he's being abused and forced to do it?

Pick a lane my dude. Did he abandon you or not?

BUT THEN.

He impersonates him, destroys what little trust the group had

WHILE TRIPITAKA STILL HAD EASY ACCESS TO THE FILLET MIND YOU

hurts Wukong multiple times, till he gets banished. And tries to kill Tripitaka as he still had the bloody circlet?!

This isn't sad lover getting revenge at being abandoned.

This is bitter jealous ex getting petty revenge and still expecting to get back together like this.

Also he says he watched as the pilgrims tortured him with the fillet. If he watched them, he'd know that Wukong is also obligated to fight and most of the time he does kill them, despite the pacifist monk.

He's required to PROTECT THE MONK AT ALL COST.

So tell me...

WHAT THE HELL WAS HIS PLAN?!

He does realize that like this was mandated by heaven right? And there'd be huge consequences to killing the monk right?

So basically:

Mac: yea so my plan is to impersonate you and commit crimes you didn't do, get you in trouble and inadvertently hurt you severely, traumatize you even more then kill the monk so we can go back to flower fruit mountain like we wanted to right?

Even though there will probably be astronomical consequences for you, me probably the rest of the monkeys for letting me kill this monk on the trip mandated by heaven. By failing to protect him, redeeming yourself and also losing a close friend heaven might probably put you under another mountain again probably forever this time, and I will probably use my powers to get out scotch free and we'd all blame you even though I killed him.

But you're still to blame for abandoning me, the brotherhood and your subjects even though I never visited you after our fight, calling you a coward, immediately leaving never to come back and update you on what happened. Its your fault the mountain is like this even though I never asked you for help or advice or even contacted you to let you know our home was destroyed.

Meanwhile I'm the victim and you never valued our friendship.

.

.

.

This idiot-

In summary, he abandons his king, accused him for ditching them all comes back claiming to help him by antagonizing him, hurting him and puts himself in a position where he kinda has to do something?

Because Mac was set on killing the monk.

Everyone acts like he just visited, said something mean and Wukong played the stab game bit too hard.

But he tried to kill him and wouldn't back off?

Seriously what did he expect Wukong to do?

The fandom acts like he was given a pass to not die when he's already broken off the relationship and put Wukong in an impossible situation where Mac wouldn't freaking leave or let go about killing the monk.

I'm not saying that Wukong should've killed Mac on the spot. But I just wish that everyone stops acting like he was being such an asshole and killing him out of nowhere.

(for someone with six ears and is meant to be all hearing he sure is bad at listening)

Then he gets revived by the lady bone demon and let me check:

steals all of Mk's powers

tries to kill the kid despite having no bad blood with him

antagonizes Tang, ridiculing him and calling Wukong a coward despite ditching him under a mountain

makes a copy of the TEA van to kidnap and traumatize Mk even more

Traumatizes Mk AGAIN in the shadow play and steals his friends souls

Hold Mei and Sandy hostage for the rings and tries to squeeze the life out of them

Shooting the airship down (OOOHHHH WUUUKOOOONG this ape is down bad.)

Chokes Mei and uses her as a hostage again for the samadhi fire ritual

Immediately leaves after Mei's firey outburst

Wants to leave possessed Wukong to the clutches of LBD

never gives Mk the full story in the ink scroll that he tried to kill Sanzang or how he never came back.

NEVER APOLOGIZES

I don't even think Macaque has apologized for any of his bullsh!t.

Some of his acts were necessary but he just makes it uneccessarily cruel and revels in their pain

And the fandom makes them all buddy buddy at the end, excuse all his actions and collectively hate Wukong?

Yes he does help Mk in fighting possessed Wukong but like LBD's reign would end the world as he knew it. What else could he do? DBK would probably do it in his position.

But he never apologizes to any of the cast.

I've seen fics where he does apologize which is good.

But he also never apologizes to monkey king?

But that will be in pt2. Yes there will be a goddamn pt2 cause I've not even scratched the surface when it comes to fanfics.

But I will take this chance to share a fic that does tackle this issue really well:

Fractured Pieces make a mosaic by @furornocturna

Cause this fic is genuinely so good I am vibrating at the seams, its one of my favs (also furornoctura's writing is good in general)

One of the only fics I've seen where the characters all call out Mac being a jackass and in an interesting way.

One day I will make some fanart for this but till then this will do

Their writing is so yummy go check it out

[lmkwritings]

The Moon will sing a song for Me.

“I loved you like the sun.” gentle words spoken with vitriol, with so much anguish and rage, a burning writhing inferno just under the surface of a teary eyed smile.

the warrior bowed his head quietly, eyes wet.

“bore the shadows that you made-“ more desperate now, something hysterical in his words as the king stumbled forward, startling him.

the pleading look in the king's eyes as he begged the warrior to understand what he was trying to say.

“with no light of my own.” he pleaded, eyes desperately searching the warriors as he wept silently. the king yearned so badly to reach up and wipe away broken-hearted tears.

He knew that he lost that right a long time ago, however. it was his fault in the first place that they were there.

the king's grip tightened on the warriors cloak- of blackest night and the very folds of reality shifting and mending inside -his own tears slipping as his knees hit the ground.

his warrior stood, his own tears dripping silently onto the king's hair.

“I shine only with the light you gave me.” he whispered finally, a sob tearing from a delicate throat.

the warrior watched his king curl into himself, white knuckling his cloak as he wept at his feet, on his knees.

“I shine only with the light you gave me.” he murmured, finally allowing himself to weep, to mourn what he had destroyed, what he had taken and thrown like fine china at the ground.

the warrior watched as his king bowed, to him, to his misdeeds, his crimes and horrors, to his lover, his partner in crime, and a corpse.

watched his ex bow to a dead man, and he wept.

because even after all these years of endless agony?

He still loved his king.

for the moon could not shine without its sun, and a King?

needed his Warrior.

[sisterdivinium]

She broke off the kiss when she felt the top button of her shirt be undone.

Panting, Jillian took a step back, eyeing Suzanne’s black veil, her vows. A pair of concerned eyes stared back at her while a pair of hands still at Jillian’s shirt trembled slightly. She caught them with her own and kept them in place.

“Are you sure?” Jillian breathed out, before raising one and then the other of Suzanne’s hands to her lips, bestowing delicate blessings upon hardened knuckles.

A tender smile lit up the face a scar had once darkened. Suzanne leaned into her again and pressed a soft promise upon Jillian’s mouth.

“Are you?”

The candlelight flickered. Silence reigned gracefully over the convent and the city below it while their breath mingled hot and nervous, alive amid stillness.

This was nothing new; they were both aware of what lovers did, of course — only the memory was so distant, the idea so foreign… Suzanne had married heaven, Jillian knowledge; fleshless spouses such as these could never adore them back. Years, lifetimes of neglect suddenly made new what was old as time as they stood together at the precipice of this unfamiliar intimacy.

Love had simply happened; circumstance allowed a word, a gesture, a touch — this rarest of benedictions, this uncanny discovery science would never fully explain, faith never fully accept. Touches were made bolder, hands dared to clasp one another, pull, hold tight, invite the inevitable kiss to seal the contract and tear down the veil…

The veil.

Jillian touched it solemnly, waiting. With tremulous fingers, she began to undo it as soon as another button on her shirt was tentatively pushed out of its place; they spoke in their own mute language, echoing the question and the questioning answer with every timid move: “Are you sure? Are you?”

In this languid ritual, no inch of skin was taken for granted. Every revelation was adored, slowly, slowly, ever searching for certainty — a kiss at the base of the neck, another at a shoulder, hair coming lose, are you sure, are you sure, are you sure...? There was something blasphemous, there was something sacred in each curve, each joint, each scar; Jillian needed not envy Suzanne’s repertoire of hymns, for they would both compose their own with every kiss. Divine rhymes in the tongue of quietness littered the warmth they so carefully exposed.

Hesitation darkened the shadows around them — how pathetic, how ridiculous, how adulterous, for who would now worship god or numbers, the invisible deities who had hitherto kept their beds so cold and spacious? How audacious to display a birthmark, a crease, a patch of unkempt hair, mortality itself, when the holiness of prayer or genius had so long carried the privilege of guarding them…

A total embrace, two hearts reaching out to one another madly, terrified of beating so near, so alike — but more frightened still to avoid this, to part.

Night time is god’s asylum for sin, for shame; so they remained where the orange flame could yet paint them out from shadow, where they could quickly notice whether the answer had or had not changed — are you sure?

A gasp, a moan — quiet, slow, pure, unlike any of the songs of devotion or the groans of dying enemies Suzanne was so used to, unlike the inhuman humming of machines Jillian herself had hallucinated into being.

Fumbling thumbs, accompanied by giggles only the girls they had once been had any right to utter, travelled uncertain, insecure, knowing their desired destination but losing themselves in the infinite invisible roads that led everywhere. An awkward angle elicited embarrassment, but what was there to be embarrassed of? Theirs were other sorts of experience. Killing, healing, creating, inspiring… The nun and the immaculate mother would have time to learn together what worship was, with less questions at every touch, less fear at every breath…

But never without wonder.

And as Suzanne sighed and Jillian heaved and neither deigned to contemplate the cross on the wall when religion lay down right beside them, entangled with their very limbs, they kissed once more.

The first few rays of daylight lazily coloured the trail of smoke which the melted candle had left in the room.

“We’ll have to get up soon enough… Morning service.”

An incredulous guffaw of laughter shook bare, radiant skin, catching in the folds of discarded clothes mixed in a heap of black and white upon the stone floor.

“Are you very sure...?”

[waywardwizzard]

Mal had to admit that his steed wasn't the most conventional.

The horse's armor squeaked as he shifted and Mal shushed it, desperately trying to stay on the horse. What did Sanxing have against him?

A creak that didn't come from him or the horse made Mal freeze. Quickly, Mal shut the helmet visor with a clang and he tried to act like he belonged on the horse dressed in knight armor and that he wasn't planning on using it for a getaway.

"Mick?" a voice asked from near the back of the dressing room. "Tha' you? Stop horsin' around and get movin'! The show's 'bout to start!"

The Captain gulped and nodded, anxiously wondering how he'd get out of this.