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talesofsonicasura · 2 years

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By The Sea, There He'll Be

CH 1: Stranded

The first official chapter to this story. I really don't know where I am going with this as I write. Maybe whatever my brain thinks is write. Like I said before, I usually write my fics in a Google Doc to go over instead of on here. Mainly cause it likes being a troll and post stuff too early. Minor nudity warning for this! Nothing explicit though.

Anyway, let's get started. This can be read gender neutral or preferred gender. Enjoy.

Monkeys. The only word to come to mind about this mysterious island. Everywhere you go, there was a monkey hanging about. Whether in the tree branches eating fruit, swing off thick vines, rummaging in the foilage and across your path. One of these little fellows were somewhere in the scenery.

At least they were nice enough to not mess with what little you had. What remained from the Tyrant incident was sandy water caked clothes(simple T shirt, jeans and sandals), emergency rations, some water bottles, a waterlogged bag and to your luck, a flare gun. Good way to signal for help if a boat or plane is nearby.

Despite all the insanity that happen back there, the thought of that massive Whale Shark remained. "To think a Mer of that size even exists, they practically swallow that nasty eel whole back there. Luckily I wasn't on the menu." Honestly the entire experience shot your nerves in all sorts of ways.

Terrifying but also thrilling. If you ever get back home, then this would be one hell of a tale that the kids will definitely enjoy. You already knew that a small pod of Whale Shark merfolk would be visiting Royal Seaheart Town soon. The young mers will get a kick out of it.

First thing first is to establish a camp of sorts. You had no clue what animals thrive here than just monkeys. The best place should be near the coast, a bit high up and have at least two paths for emergency escape purposes. Plus it'll be easier to fish for food or set home-made lobster cages.

You weren't going to set rabbit traps as a monkey could end up hurting themselves with it. And you got a nasty feeling that something very bad would happen if a one of these primates got hurt or worse. So no potential boo-boo for any monkey.

Thus walking around the shoreline since there was no reason to go deep in the jungle yet. It's important to find a spot and get a good handle on the situation right now. Although you had a feeling something was watching you, one that isn't a normal monkey.

From a mere glance at the a rock, specifically the position of its shadow, it must be morning. Enough time to find a place to camp alongside gathering more supplies. Might as well make the most of it. Your body is still hurting from the events yesterday but safety at the moment is important. Only then can you recover.

At least two hours had past since you woke up on this peculiar monkey populated island. Apparently there's a large mountain here from what you can glance far enough on the shoreline. It could be a good lookout for any planes that pass by.

Yet, there seemed to be no sign of a cliff yet. If this continues you might have to set up camp in the jungle since the beach had no natural cover. Taking a sip of your bottle, you were about to take a break when you noticed something odd.

At the far side of shoreline was something orangish brown that stretched past the tree. 'What in the world???' Curiosity taking over rational thought, you began to jog over to the strange sight. The closer you got, the more you believe it had been be a massive dune or something.

That is if dunes had fur and white spots... Holy shit. Very quietly going into the tree line once the realization dawned that this isn't a dune. It was the gigantic whale shark mer from the other day.

I- HE looked so much bigger in person when there isn't any heavy rain or rough waves obscuring the giant. Large powerful sunset orange lower shark body covered in white spots with thick reddish brown fur on the top and the underbelly alongside the two pairs of fins in a burning sunset gradient as it began with red then orange and ended at yellow.

Apparently the fur got thicker further up the body as it curled around the godly abs n torso but completely cover the arms and back like a... monkey. The fuck?! Yep, that is definitely a monkey from the nose, rounded snout and red on the area around said snout. Ears were blue with green outer top lobe, large spot like freckles, and a wild mane like frohawk.

The massive whale shark mermonkey seem to be fast asleep while sunbathing on the beach. 'I seen completely fish like mers alongside normal mers but not something like a Mermonkey. Especially a carnivorous one since monkeys prefer things like fruit, bugs or vegetation of some kind.'

You didn't know if he eats humans but no way in hell were you taking any chances. That is until a harsh tug on your bag nearly made you fall. Quick to turn around and see the fuzzy little culprit. A white furred monkey is trying to steal it! You quickly held onto your precious lifeline cause no way is this little fruit brain gonna make things worse.

Apparently the little fella had pals as two more monkeys came from the woodworks to help their friend. Despite the added strength, you weren't going give up without a fight. After a few minutes, the bag couldn't take anymore as it flew from both your grasps. The sudden loss making you fall backwards out of the jungle's thick cover.

It only got worse once the bag hit the whale shark mermonkey square in the FACE. Slitted blood red eyes immediately open to look down directly on your small frame. "FUCK!" You quickly try to run out of the giant mer's grabbing range.

Merfolk can take on a smaller human form when dried out on land but it takes at least 10 minutes to happen. Enough time to get the hell away from this mermonkey. A plan that quickly vanished as this whale shark is MUCH FASTER for one his size. He pluck you from the ground so fast that it stir the bloody sand around the beach.

The whale shark clearly being careful as the giant's fingers held onto the rim of your shirt than any flesh. Your tiny body held to meet the mer's massive freckled face. His eyes then took on a amber brown hue with the pupils widening to a rounder shape.

"Um...hi?" It's not the stupidest thing you said but it kept your heart from leaping out of your chest. The mer raised his eyebrow and shook his head. "I guess I must've picked up a stray on my way home. Thought the sea monster already ate the ship's occupants."

His voice rough, held a rough husky baritone, and a slight British accent with a slightly bored tone to it. Pretty sure your cheeks would've burn if you knew whether this mer is going to kill you or not. He must have read your thoughts as he spoke once more.

"Don't worry, I don't eat humans. They look too stringy for my tastes and aren't really filling or satisfying." The mermonkey unceremoniously dropped you onto the ground, your butt harshly hitting the sandy beach.

There goes the numbness from your bruised ribs with that drop. He clearly didn't know you were injured as he practically facepalm himself. Guess the mer forgot humans aren't usually at one hundred percent upon getting shipwrecked and washing up on a beach.

"For fuck's sake, hang on. I'll get you to a healer." How long does he think it'll take a Mer his size to dry?! That had been the initial thought until the whale shark suddenly burst into flames! What the fuck?!

Flames became steam in seconds as you somehow found yourself in the fur covered arms of the mermonkey. Ignoring the fact he could use fire magic, it did give you a good view on his land appearance.

He looked like any other monkey yaoguai only that his fur is now a reddish brown tint than the orange from earlier. A long tail swung behind him but you didn't dare look any further down. Clothes don't spontaneous emerge when a merfolk took on their land suited forms. So he's no doubt as bare as the day he's born.

Honestly no one would think this yaoguai is a merfolk at all. "More composed than I thought. Usually a mortal would freak out being in the arms of a naked man much less a 'demon'." You going to guess he had been on the misperception side of demon and yaoguai.

"I live in a town that's regularly visited by merfolk. Seen my fair share of nudity, although you are the first mermonkey type yaoguai." He let out a soft amused snicker. Pretty sure the mermonkey whispered 'Finally someone who knows the right terminology.' under his breath. That confirms that.

You realized that you didn't give the whale shark mer your name, well your nickname. "The people in my town call me the 'Reader'. What's your name?" A mischievous smirk cross the man's face upon the inquiry. Something that confused you until he spoke.

"I am the Great Sage Equal To Heaven, the Monkey King Sun Wukong." What?

Sun Wukong has officially appeared and Reader realizes they washed up on Mount Huagao. Did he accidentally take you to his home? Maybe, maybe not. I think it's easier to find yourself on an island as hidden like this under the right circumstances.

For my view on merfolk, they can on human appearances when they dried long enough on land. Fish tail flaking away to human legs and the remnants either crumble to dust or become broken off fish scales. It's a survival tactic to blend in with humans.

Some mers can look like the stereotypical fishmen similar to Creature From the Black Lagoon or One Piece variations than the normal merman/mermaid. It's completely genetic like Leviathan Mers.

Merfolk also have a potential to use elemental magic. The most common being water, ice and electricity while fire is the rarest.

That's it for now. Next chapter will be exploring more of Mount Huagao. Until next time folks, I'll see you on the journey westward.

#self insert #sun wukong #monkey king hero is back #hero is back sun wukong #hero is back #hib sun wukong #sun wukong x y/n #sun wukong x reader #jttw #hero is back imagines #tales of sonicasura #sonicasura #au #fanfic

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skyward-floored · 2 years

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Hi I’m actually uploading writing about my Links meeting up au (courage of ages)! It’s a miracle! Don’t make me regret this!

Background in case you forgot (or just don’t know), the Yiga have the harp of ages and are pulling heroes through time in order to kill them. It’s not going very well. They keep getting them in the wrong times and places, though as of this fic they finally got all of them together in one group.

Nicknames and who’s who in case you’re unaware

Warning for description of a mild panic attack (or two) and some vomit, one mention of blood, no violence.

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“Ow.”

Slate opened his eyes with a groan, trying to shake off his dizziness from being thrown through time.

This particular one had been horrible, and as Slate tried to get his head to stop spinning, he felt footsteps approach from next to him.

“Hey, are you okay Slate?” asked Hue, looking a little pale himself. Slate nodded, his dizzy spell slowly fading.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said with a small groan, accepting Hue’s offered hand and letting him pull him up. “I think that was the worst one yet.”

Hue frowned. “You think it’s because there’s so many of us now?”

“I don’t know,” Slate said, trying to shake off the last bits of his lightheadedness. “Is everyone else okay?”

Hue opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the sound of someone loudly retching. The two both startled and whipped towards the noise to see Hibiscus crouched on the ground behind them.

The Hero of Legend was currently puking into a bush, Gloam sitting next to him and rubbing his back as he murmured something. Hibiscus looked awful, even though his retching was already starting to slow.

Slate and Hue both winced, then averted their gazes to look around at the rest of the heroes. The other Links were in various states of disarray, but fortunately Hibiscus was the only one throwing up (though a few of the others looked like they might not be too far off).

Gloam looked a little dizzy, though he was obviously ignoring it in favor of soothing Hibiscus, who had finally stopped gagging, his face white. Cloud was sitting not too far away, a hand held to his forehead while he winced and rubbed his temple. Light was leaning against him and doing practically the same thing, the two wearing near identical expressions.

Era and Sprite, both of whom appeared to be not too horribly affected (though Era was looking queasy) were talking quietly to Windy, who looked extremely confused and a little pale as he looked between the two.

Spirit sat by himself, and looked to be muttering something under his breath, but other then the slight wince on his face he looked okay.

Mini and Brownie sat a little ways away, the smallest hero with his head in Brownie’s lap, his eyes tightly closed, and the traveler looking nearly as ill as Hibiscus currently did, trying to stop his nose from bleeding everywhere.

And Kaleidoscope...

Slate frowned and immediately brushed past Hue with a quiet apology, going over to the white-caped hero.

Kaleidoscope was curled up on the ground, his hood pulled tightly over his head. As Slate drew closer he could see he was shaking, and he immediately got to his knees, studying the younger hero.

“Kal? Are you all right?” he said softly, in case a headache was causing this.

Kaleidoscope only let out a tiny groan in reply, and Slate bit his lip.

“Kal, I can’t help unless I know what’s wrong,” he said, and Kaleidoscope twitched in his direction.

It took him a minute to say anything.

“I-it...”

His voice came out in a rasp, was slightly muffled due to the hood over his head.

“T-too... too many, places I’m... p-pieces, in, I’m...”

Kaleidoscope let out a little whimper, and Slate moved closer. Then he slid his head onto his lap, putting an arm over his shoulder and very gently started to rub it.

Kal relaxed ever-so-slightly.

“Hey, you’re okay Link,” Slate said gently, and Kaleidoscope’s tremors started to slow. “You’re one, only one. You have one body, you’re in one place, there’s no copies or colors or anything. You’re just you. Just Link.”

Another few minutes went by as Slate began to hum a bit, and Kaleidoscope gradually calmed down, his tremors slowing. Then they finally stopped.

It was another several minutes before he lowered his hood slightly and peered out of it, giving Slate a very tired grateful, if rather embarrassed, look.

“Thanks,” he whispered, and Slate nodded with a small smile.

Kaleidoscope then sat up, and Slate looked around, seeing that most of the heroes appeared to have largely recovered... except Hibiscus, who while not throwing up anymore looked deathly pale as he slumped against Gloam.

“You two alright?” asked a voice, and Slate looked over to see Era walk up. He was obviously making rounds, and he studied the two with a keen eye.

“Yeah, we’re okay,” Slate said quietly. Kaleidoscope gave a small nod.

Era looked over the two carefully, then nodded, seemingly satisfied with what he saw.

“Did you check on Hib yet?” Slate continued with a worried look in his direction. “I know Gloam has him but I think this hit him the worst.”

Era nodded, and his face creased again, wrinkling the scar on his jaw. “I was headed there next.”

With one last careful look at Kaleidoscope and Slate, he walked off, his scarf swishing behind him.

Slate went back to his humming, and Kaleidoscope leaned against his shoulder, slumping tiredly.

(...)

Era made his way over to Gloam and Hibiscus, his footsteps crunching slightly in the thin layer of snow on the ground.

Gloam had an arm around Hibiscus’s shoulders, and when Era came up they turned to look at him, faces both on the pale side of things (though Hibiscus’s was much worse).

“Injury report Hib, what’s the damage?” he asked in a light tone, but the worry in his voice overshadowed it.

Hibiscus closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again, meeting Era’s gaze with a tired look.

“Time travel,” he croaked, “makes me nauseous. Not usually this... bad. Only been like this once.”

Era met gazes with Gloam, who looked a little lost.

“Have you ever gotten like this?” the rancher asked him. “I’ve only sort of time traveled before, but I only ever got a headache, and never one that was too severe.”

Era felt a bit lost as well, leaning over and putting a hand to Hibiscus’s forehead. He’d dealt with more injuries then he could count, but ones of the magical variety were a bit out of his area of expertise.

“I didn’t exactly time travel myself,” he said, brow creased as Hibiscus leaned slightly into his touch. It didn’t feel like he was too warm, that was good at least. “It’s more like the time travel came to me.”

Hibiscus let out a groan again, and Gloam patted him on the back.

“I think maybe we should camp here,” the goatherd murmured, and Era nodded.

“We could all obviously use the rest. We can try and figure out where we are tomorrow,” he said, then with one more pat to Hibiscus’s arm, stood up. “I’ll tell the others.”

Hibiscus tugged on Gloam’s arm as Era left, and the rancher tilted his head inquisitively.

“Think we should... make camp farther over. I don’t particularly want to sleep right here,” Hibiscus said, glancing towards the now foul-smelling bush.

Gloam wrinkled his nose sympathetically and nodded, pulling him to his feet. Hibiscus swayed for a moment then regained his footing, and Era left them to go speak to the others.

He found himself walking purposely slow as he approached the main cluster of heroes, glancing back at where Hibiscus and Gloam had started to trudge across the clearing. Something else was bothering him about the way Hibiscus looked, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was other than a feeling that something was... off.

Hibiscus suddenly paused in his stumbling, and Gloam asked him something Era couldn’t make out, his brows creased. The hero of Legend blinked once, then his eyes rolled back in his head and he went completely limp in the rancher’s grasp.

“Hib?” Gloam exclaimed, catching him before he could fall. “Hey Hibiscus!”

Era immediately darted back to Gloam’s side, ignoring the cries of alarm from behind him. He grabbed Hibiscus’s other arm and helped Gloam lower him to the ground, subconsciously checking his pulse.

He registered that it was steady, if a bit fast, and looked over the rest of him while Gloam anxiously watched.

“He’s okay. I think he was just more tired then we thought,” Era said once he’d finished, and Gloam let out a relieved sigh. “He’s showing all the symptoms of magical exhaustion, but I have no clue why that would be.”

Gloam shook his head, his bangs brushing across his forehead. “Hib would be the one to ask, but we can’t exactly do that.”

Era closed his eyes for a minute, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.

Nearly their entire group was handicapped in some way at the moment, and if they were attacked at all it would be a nightmare. Not to mention the fact they didn’t even know where or when they were, or if this was even a safe place to make camp or not.

He took a deep breath and forcibly pushed his thoughts to the side. He needed to focus on what he could do now, not what-ifs.

“We should get him settled then set up our stuff,” he said, succeeding in keeping the worry out of his voice. “If he doesn’t wake up in the morning we can try a few things, but I’m not too worried.” Yet.

Gloam agreed, and he began taking out the unconscious hero’s bedroll.

Era squeezed Hibiscus’s hand once, then stood and went back to the others, shoulders set.

He had a job to do.

(...)

About an hour later camp was set up, and Cloud sat quietly next to Mini, the smaller hero dozing against his side.

He heard a stifled yawn, and looked over to see Gloam sit down next to him, looking exhausted.

“Are we all good?” he asked, and Gloam nodded, straightening his lowered shoulders.

“Yeah, we managed somehow. Not everyone was fit to help.”

Cloud pulled his sailcloth a little tighter over Mini. “Was anyone else too badly messed up?”

Gloam shook his head. “I think Kaleidoscope and Hibiscus were the worst. But Windy was acting almost like he had a concussion and Brownie’s nose is still bleeding a bit,” he added with another yawn.

“Mini had it bad too,” said Cloud, glancing at his side. “Said he felt like he was going to black out if he moved too much.”

Gloam pressed a hand to the bridge of his nose and let out a small sigh.

“So we have Mini who nearly blacked out, Slate who did black out at first, Brownie with the nausea and horrible nose bleed, I was dizzy, you and Light both got migraines, Spirit kept talking to himself, Windy was basically concussed, Kaleidoscope had a panic attack I think, Era said he felt like his stomach was flipped inside out, and Hibiscus...”

They both glanced over at where the Hero of Legend was sleeping, his face still pale. Sprite was sitting next to him with his usual annoyed expression, but Gloam knew he was worried underneath it.

He let out a sigh at the same time as Cloud did, and the two of them gave each other tired smiles.

“At least Sprite and Hue weren’t too badly affected,” said Cloud, shifting himself to a different position. “Are they used to this sort of thing?”

Gloam looked back over at Hibiscus. “I think Sprite is, but I don’t know about Hue. Maybe he just got affected in a different way, one not as noticeable.”

Cloud paused, and the frown returned to his face.

“I didn’t think of that. Maybe we should check on him.”

He glanced around, looking for Hue’s distinct green locks, but when he didn’t see them he hesitated, doing a count of the heroes sitting around the campfire.

Eight, nine, ten, plus him and Gloam made twelve, and...

“...where is Hue anyway?”

Gloam frowned and copied his action, doing a quick headcount. His frown grew as he confirmed Hue wasn’t in camp, and he got to his feet, looking around at the snow-covered trees.

“Where could he have gone?” he said, scanning the rapidly-darkening woods. Cloud felt a cold grip of fear squeeze his chest, and he was about to get up as well when there was a shuffling noise beside him.

“What’s wrong?” a voice piped up, and Cloud looked down, seeing Mini peer over and give him a concerned look.

“Have you seen Hue?” he asked him, and Mini shook his head.

“Not since earlier,” the small hero replied with a little frown, “he was hanging around me and Brownie a little, helping him with his nosebleed, then he disappeared. I don’t know where he went. He was acting a little weird though, kind of nervous? I thought maybe the blood was bothering him so I didn’t ask.”

Gloam’s face darkened again, and he turned to face the heroes, a few of whom had noticed the shuffle and were watching with curious looks.

“Has anyone seen Hue recently?” he asked urgently, and everyone exchanged uneasy glances as they all replied in the negative.

Brownie abruptly lurched to his feet then, and before anyone could stop him he began scanning the thin layer of snow on the ground, obviously looking for tracks. Slate jumped up and began to help him, and Cloud couldn’t help the flood of worry that suddenly hit his stomach.

“Why would he leave?” he asked, dread in his throat. “That’s not like Hue at all, if something was wrong he wouldn’t leave. He might not tell us what exactly the problem was but he wouldn’t leave-!”

“Hey whoa,” said Gloam, putting a steady hand on his arm, “calm down. Panic isn’t going to help. Something might be wrong with him but we don’t know for sure, let’s focus on—“

“Found his tracks!” Slate interrupted, squinting a little as his headache hadn’t entirely gone away. “They head off into the woods, due north.”

Era stood then, his tone taking on the “all-business voice” as Light called it.

“Okay. Who here is fit to fight?”

Everyone’s hands raised, except for Hibiscus who was still asleep.

Era gave them all flat looks. “Who here can stand on their own two feet and swing a sword without falling over? And don’t lie, or you get to share a room with Cloud next time we’re at an inn.”

Multiple hands lowered, leaving Gloam, Slate, Sprite and Cloud with theirs still raised. Light and Windy had their hands about halfway up as well, but they looked a little uncertain.

Nobody wanted to share a room with Cloud. He snored something fierce.

Era nodded. “Okay. Slate, can you track Hue?”

Slate nodded. “Yeah, shouldn’t be too hard with the snow.” He glanced up at the darkening sky. “So long as it doesn’t start again or anything.”

Gloam opened his mouth to say something but Era cut him off. “It makes more sense for you to stay here Gloam, even if you are a better tracker. We need people who can fight in case of monsters.”

The goatherd nodded, seeing sense, but he still looked put out at staying behind.

“Windy, Light, Sprite,” Era continued, “you three should stay too, if something happens you’ll need everyone you can to help defend or move the others.”

Sprite for once didn’t argue, merely nodding at Era and turning his attention back to Hibiscus. Light looked like he was about to protest, but Windy poked him and shook his head.

“You can count on us cap’n,” he said firmly, though there was a exhausted note to it.

Era met eyes with Slate and Cloud. “You two are with me, in case Hue’s in trouble. Hopefully we’ll find him quick and this won’t take long.”

He looked back at the group. “Stay alert.” He gave Sprite a small smile. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Sprite snorted. “Of course not.”

And the three headed off into the woods.

(...)

The forest was still and silent, the crisp air making their breath puff out into little clouds as the three heroes followed the boot tracks.

Slate would’ve liked to say he wasn’t worried, but that would’ve been the biggest lie he’d told since he’d said he was totally okay with having about twenty memories to his name.

Please Hylia let him be okay, I don’t think I could forgive myself if he was hurt...

A hand suddenly tugged on his arm, stopping him in his tracks, and he looked up to see Era incline his head in front of him.

Slate had been so intent on making sure he didn’t lose the tracks that he hadn’t realized they’d found the source.

A large pine tree loomed in front of them, branches dusted with snow that glowed faintly pink in the light from the sunset. A faint breeze blew the powdery snow, making it fall in small, almost glittering flakes to lower branches and the ground below.

And on Hue, who sat at the base of the tree with his head bowed.

Shivers were wracking through him, and Slate noticed with some dismay that he wasn’t wearing any thicker clothes— not even his hat was on his head.

He must be freezing!

“Hue?” Cloud asked gently, taking the initiative. “Why’d you come way out here? We didn’t know where you’d gone, we were worried.”

Hue raised his head a bit, but kept his arms tightly over his chest. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he kept his gaze away from the three.

Era, Cloud and Slate all exchanged looks.

“Link?”

The hero’s breath hitched slightly, and he began to shiver harder.

Cloud pursed his lip and stepped forward, kneeling down next to him and hesitantly putting a hand on his knee. Hue jerked at the touch but didn’t entirely pull away, still not looking up.

“Hue, can you tell us what’s wrong?” Era asked softly, and Hue breathed in, his breath hitching with shivers.

“F-feels like,” he began in a whisper, “Y-Yuga’s magic a-again, like I-I’m s-stuck—“

His words hitched up at the end, and he wrapped his arms tighter around his chest.

It took him a minute before he spoke again.

“F-feels like— like I’m f-falling a-apart,” he said wetly, then let out a tiny laugh. “I u-used to be, used to i-it. Not anymore I g-guess.”

Cloud didn’t move his hand from where it was pressed to Hue’s knee, giving it the tiniest of squeezes. “How can we help?”

Hue just shook his head, shivers wracking through him.

“Gotta wait. G-goes away... e-eventually,” he said, voice thick.

“Have you felt like this the whole time?” Slate asked, feeling horribly guilty. How did he not notice Hue’s condition? Sure Kal had needed his help, but he should’ve made sure Hue was okay before leaving him!

The blacksmith shook his head, his shoulders still shaking.

“Wasn’t as b-bad at f-first, got worse a-after a bit,” he mumbled. “I n-needed space.”

Era had a pained look on his face, and he kneeled down next to Cloud, pulling off his scarf and wrapping it around Hue’s shoulders. The teenager looked at him in surprise at the action, and Era gave him a small smile.

“You’re freezing,” the captain said, “you need it more right now.”

Cloud removed his sailcloth as well, and Hue shook his head as he pressed it towards him.

“I c-can’t take these,” he protested weakly.

Slate reached into his pouch and pulled out his ruby ringlet, handing it to Hue and ignoring his protests.

“Yes you can, hypothermia is not fun,” Slate said firmly, pushing it into Hue’s shaking hands. “Now put these on so when Hibiscus wakes up he doesn’t yell at all of us for letting you become an icicle.”

The teenager stared blankly at it for a minute before accepting the items.

“Th-thanks,” he said quietly, and Slate nodded.

They sat there in silence for a while, the sun finally slipping below the horizon. If it weren’t for the snow then Slate probably wouldn’t have been able to see much of anything, but the white substance made the forest almost glow under the light of the thin crescent moon.

His hands had started to lose their feeling by the time Cloud finally shifted a bit, studying Hue.

“You ready to go back?” he asked, and Hue gave a small nod.

“I-I think so. Feels... better,” he whispered.

The skyloftian nodded, and held out a hand, pulling Hue up once he took it. He stumbled a bit, and his legs were shaking as he took a step forwards, and Era shook his head, coming up next to him.

“Nope, you’re not walking. Come here.” And without further ado, swept Hue up onto his back.

The teenager immediately protested, his cheeks pink with both the cold and embarrassment, but Era refused to put him down, and Hue was too tired to get off himself. So he slumped on Era’s back, letting him gently adjust his grip. His face was still red, but he accepted the coddling without too much protest, quietly resting his cheek on the knight’s shoulder.

“You remember the way back?” Cloud asked Slate, and he nodded, rubbing his hands to get some feeling back in his fingers.

“Yeah. Let’s go,” he said quietly, and they started back towards the clearing where they’d left the others.

(...)

Hue had fallen fast asleep on Era’s shoulders by the time they got back to camp, and the scarfed hero had to wave back the questions that erupted around him when they finally came into view.

The group reluctantly quieted down, and watched as Era stepped over to where Hibiscus was and settled Hue down next to him. The hero of Legend was still dead to the world, but Slate thought he looked a little better than he had earlier. His face was less pale anyways.

Hue shifted a little when Era put him down, but immediately curled up against Hibiscus, looking rather small in the pile of blankets he was in, and Era drew back with a sigh.

Spirit was the one to finally voice the question they were all thinking.

“Is he okay?” he asked, concern thick in his voice.

“Yes,” Era said with a yawn, his words soft. ”The magic hit him, same as everyone. Said he needed space.“

“I think he didn’t want to add to the problem,” Cloud murmured, and Gloam sighed.

Brownie hesitantly scooted closer to both Hibiscus and Hue, studying them both with an odd look in his eye.

“Why did the Song hit us all so hard this time?” he muttered thoughtfully.

“You guys don’t... think it was on purpose, do you?” said Light, and Slate couldn’t help his flinch.

That would be about on par for the Yiga wouldn’t it.

“How could the Yiga make the spell affect us like this?” asked Gloam, scooting a little closer to Slate. “it seemed mostly like our normal reactions, just dialed up to an eleven.”

Light shrugged. “It was just a guess.”

“We might not ever know,” Kaleidoscope murmured.

The conversation petered off, and Slate looked glumly down at his knees, familiar guilt beginning to settle in his gut. It was his fault the Yiga were after them all, his fault they were being dragged around like this. His fault they were all suffering effects of corrupted magic and his fault Hibiscus and Hue were both unconscious, all his fault.

“What a mess,” he mumbled, putting a hand on his face.

Gloam looked over at his words and let out a small sigh, giving him a little comforting nudge that only made him feel a little better.

“Nobody blames you Slate,” the goatherd said quietly, and set a hand on his arm. “We’ll figure this out. But for now...”

He looked over at Slate’s pouch, still attached to his belt.

“...I think we could all use some food. You have anything already fixed in there?” he asked, and Slate nodded, glad for a distraction. He leaned over, reaching into his bag and pulling out a steaming hot bowl of stew.

“Spicy pepper soup?” he directed towards the others, and several heads perked in his direction. “It’ll warm you up.”

He began doling out soup as several of the heroes gathered around him, ignoring the questions from Light about “how the ever-loving heck did he keep all these hot bowls of soup in his bag without them spilling everywhere” and focusing on making sure everyone got some food.

He kept his mind firmly away from its previous thoughts.

(...)

Hue awoke to warmth, a splitting ache in his chest, and the distinct feeling of being safe.

He let out a sigh of contentment despite the pain rippling up his ribcage, and nestled his face further against the blanket he was under.

“Hey kid, you awake?” a softly accented voice asked from above him somewhere, and Hue twitched an ear.

He grunted and cracked his eyes open, though the world didn’t get much brighter. The fire was low and the sky was dark, it must have been the middle of the night.

“Yeah,” he whispered, looking up at who he knew was Hibiscus.

The hero’s face was still pale, but he was sitting up, so he must’ve been feeling at least a bit better. He gave Hue a tired smile, then pulled his own blanket tighter around his shoulders.

“Magic affected you badly too?” he asked, and Hue shrugged a little.

“I guess,” he whispered, and closed his eyes for a moment. “It’s more like it sort of... reawakened old magic? If that makes sense.”

Hibiscus nodded, then remembered Hue’s eyes were closed and made an affirmative hum.

“It does. This affects us all so differently, I’m not really surprised,” he said with a little sigh.

Hue cracked his eyes open and studied Hibiscus’s face, looking at his few scars that stood out with how pale he still was.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asked quietly. “Era mentioned you passed out earlier. He seemed really worried.”

Hibiscus scratched the back of his neck, still looking exhausted. “I know. I feel better now. Still nauseous, but better. I hate time travel,” he muttered.

Hue nodded, then against his will let a large yawn escape his mouth. Hibiscus smiled at him, and tucked the blankets around them a little tighter.

“You’re exhausted though, you should go back to sleep. It’s pretty late,” he mentioned, and Hue grumbled slightly.

“Fine... but only if you do too.”

Hibiscus frowned. “Pass. I’ve slept enough today.”

Hue frowned back and tried to raise an eyebrow, but he succeeded only in scrunching his face up. Rats.

“Well then I’m not sleeping either,” he said, and despite knowing it was utterly childish stuck his tongue out as well.

Hibiscus continued to frown.

“You really won’t sleep unless I do?” he said with a singular raised eyebrow (how did he do that), and Hue nodded. ”This is part of your plot to get me to sleep more isn’t it,” he grumbled, and Hue snorted out a laugh.

“Oui, you caught me. It’s all part of my evil plan—“

He cut off as pain suddenly rippled up his chest, and he winced, wrapping his arms around himself.

Hibiscus leaned towards him, his previous teasing tone gone. “You alright?”

“Yeah, j-just—“ Hue winced again. “—scar. Aches. Sometimes does a little after magic-y stuff, was... worse this time.”

Hibiscus watched him quietly for a moment, sliding a little closer.

“So you’ll only go to sleep if I do?” he asked, going back to their previous conversation. Hue quirked his mouth up, ignoring the twinge still in his ribs.

“Mmhm,” he said with a smirk. “Or I’ll stay up all night.”

“You really aren’t going to drop this.”

“Nope.”

Hibiscus let out an exaggerated sigh and flopped down next to him, allowing Hue to squeeze up next to his side.

“Alright,” he said in a quiet voice as Hue closed his eyes. “I’ll sleep. Don’t worry about it.”

It was like all Hue needed was the assurance, as only moments later he was out, sleeping with an arm still wrapped around himself.

Hibiscus sighed again, but a promise was a promise, so he let his eyes slide closed, pulling his blanket up to his chin.

And for once no dreams pricked against his mind as he fell asleep.

Neither of them had noticed Slate, who had silently watched the entire exchange from a few feet away, eyes troubled.

#this started as a very self indulgent thing btw so it’s heavy on the hurt/comfort #legend of zelda #legend of Zelda au #courage of ages #all the coa links #writing from the floor #Hue and the no good very bad day #oracle of ages manga has time travel make link nauseous #so Hib under normal circumstances gets a little nauseous; not usually to this extent #First is there too #switching time doesn’t really affect him #and I shouldn’t have to say this but just in case DON’T SHIP THEM PLEASE THANK YOU

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gabessquishytum · 1 month

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My brain got possessed by the typo (accidental monster Dream from https://www.tumblr.com/gabessquishytum/744409898494853120/okay-au-with-mpreg-monster-dream-is-heavily?source=share), so let's have a pregnant monster Dream now! Dream is an ancient Mara spirit who used to visit people in their sleep and torture them with nightmares. Not anymore, though - he's been depressed for the last millennia or so, and he's in semi-retirement or on an extra-long vacation, and he just chooses some good, solid houses where he hangs out as a monster under the bed. He needs to spin nightmares to feed, but since he's depressed and all, he gets sustenance simply from being near sleeping minds. It's less nutritional, but it keeps him alive, although he starves. He's been living in a nice Victorian townhouse for the last century, and he loves the place. There's a king-size bed with a canopy in the master bedroom, and Dream very much approves of it. All of a sudden, his routine is somewhat disturbed: the house is sold, the previous owners move out, and there comes a new man. Dream is wary of him at first (what if he picks up a bed Dream doesn't like?), but they get on well. Hob - that's his name - is rather unobtrusive. He reads a lot and always keeps piles of interesting books on the bedside table, has a pleasant voice (he often laughs when talking with his friends over the phone and sometimes talks to himself), and even cleans all the dust under the bed. Regularly. Dream is enchanted! His curiosity picked up, he visits Hob in his dream. He doesn't mean to make it a nightmare and just wants to peek to know him better, but the dream takes a surprising turn. Hob...comes on to him. Dream looks essentially like a corpse, with paper-white skin, glowing eyes, and wild black hair, and he's well aware of his looks. Humans are supposed to find him scary. They always do. And here is Hob, who looks at him reverently and wants to fuck him. Dream is very confused, but he doesn't mind at all: while he's never done it, he knows about the things humans like to do in their beds at night. He's lived under those beds long enough, wishing there was someone to touch him lovingly and whisper sweet nothings to him, too…And if he seizes the opportunity to make that wish come true, even if just for one night, who's there to blame him? He lets Hob make love to him and retreats under the bed in the morning holding that memory dear. Hob wakes up with a distinct feeling that he's never had such a vivid (and hot!) dream before and wishes that his otherwordly lover, who was so shy, responsive, and passionate, was real. A few weeks pass in mutual longing: Dream wishes he was someone loveable, Hob wishes he met someone like that in reality. Or at least saw in his dreams again! Soon, Dream feels that his hunger intensifies and walks the dreams of neighbors to feed properly. It gets worse. He's always hungry and miserable, and his lower back aches, and when he takes a minute to think what the hell is wrong with him, he feels a life growing inside and realizes that he's knocked up. Dream considers his options and decides to talk to Hob. He was so gentle and loving with him, after all...Of course, there's no way he would want Dream and his baby if he finds out the truth. Or is it?

Magic monster dream baby conceived from magic dream romance!!! I absolutely love it. Hob sure is in for a surprise, isn't he?!

At first, Dream goes back into Hob’s dreams to speak with him. He's far too scared to just wriggle out from under the bed and confront Hob in the real world. He appears to Hob and explains that he's pregnant, and that it's all real, and Hob is very kind to him. He hugs Dream and kisses him and promises him that all will be well. Still, he gets the shock of his life when he wakes up and finds Dream anxiously sitting on the edge of his bed. When Dream said it was real, Hob didn't quite believe him... until now.

But Hib doesn't freak out. He asks Dream to explain who/what he is. Dream gives an outline of what his species are, how he's supposed to create nightmares and absorb the energy that comes from the fear and dread. He also explains that he hasn't really done much of that lately. And that's he's worried about the baby. He doesn't even know how this pregnancy is supposed to work.

Hob listens carefully and wholeheartedly promises to help. He tells Dream that he must start weaving nightmares again - he needs to eat! He can start on Hob, who really doesn't mind being scared (fear makes him horny, more than anything). As for the baby, well, they'll work it out together. Whether it's half human or all dream, Hob wants the child as much as he wants Dream. He would like to try and make a relationship work between them.

He even shuffles under the bed with Dream to cuddle him where he feels safe and secure. Although he makes clear that Dream is also welcome IN the bed, too.

Dream is just awestruck by the whole situation. Hob seems to genuinely want him, a thing that seems utterly impossible. Dream has long considered himself unlovable, hence his prolonged periods of isolation and depression. It seems impossible that Hob would to build a life with him. But he looks at Dream like he's precious, magical, worthy of love and adoration... is it truly possible that Dream could live in contentment with his baby and this human?

Hob (who is falling more and more in love with every passing minute) sure hopes so.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw monsterfucking #cw mpreg

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Winchester's Folly

Summary: When Dean gets into trouble John decides to hide the truth for his family

Pairing: Alpha Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha Sam

Word Count: 862

*Dark! Fic-don't continue if you are disturbed by the subject matter

Warnings: A/B/O, non/con elements , dub/con elements, enslavement, pandemic, non/con drug use, collaring/leashing, forced mating, forced breeding, BDSM elements, show-level violence

*Additional warnings to be added

Square filled: @spnaubingo -Dystopian AU

A/N: * UPDATED 3/24 They say the third time is the charm, this will be the last rework of the Prologue.

A/N II: Still working on reigning myself in, keeping each part reader-friendly length, and have no clue how many parts this will end up being.

A/N III: a few notes about designations in A/O sub-genders for this story.

Alphas-Dominant (head of the pack/family) Subordinate (obey Dominant) Breeders (rare & highly coveted by the government. Can challenge Dominant for pack/family leadership)

Omegas -Domestic (mostly wiped out by plague, few natural born left) Feral (government-supplied breeders sold commonly called O's) House O’s (3rd generation+ Feral/Dominant breed. Used as servants/sex workers) Pack (rare & highly coveted by the government)

*Divider by @firefly-graphics

*No Beta-all mistakes are mine

Prologue

North Dakota

1999

John Winchester slowly drove down the snow-covered drive leading to an old warehouse and parked the ‘67 Impala in the back of its busy lot. All three Winchesters silently climbed out and trudged through the accumulated snow to the front entrance. If anyone had given him the choice between being here or hell, John would have picked hell.

Eighty years earlier

A virulent disease accidentally escaped a research lab, and the following pestilence wiped out 70% of the Omega population worldwide. At the same time, Alphas and Betas were predominantly immune and rarely died from it unless they had a chronic illness.

As in ancient times, the remaining Omegas were fought over, resulting in countries declaring martial law and rounded up the remaining Domestic Omegas. Several years later, a treatment was developed but the damage was nearly irrevocable. Betas had begun to reproduce to the point the other sub-genders would be extinct within a few decades.

At a hastily convened conference, the world's leading scientists offered the governing bodies with a short-term, yet controversial, solution: obtain Omegas from the remaining Wild Packs for a breeding program.

They presented evidence that introducing their genetics, relatively unchanged since splitting from their wolf ancestors, into mainstream populations would create a natural immunity against future resurgence and rebalance the sub-genders. Many argued the idea was insane. Those Omegas, or O’s, were too feral, still living as their wolf ancestors did and incapable of being domesticated.

The scientists then demonstrated an implant they developed containing multiple benefits. It would dampen O’s natural aggression and induce presentation from sixteen to thirteen. Domesticated Omegas had been bred down to present their early twenties and produced one pup at a time. The implant would also shorten the time between breeding seasons and increase litter size by controlled ovulation hyperstimulation.

The world leaders drew up a preliminary framework for each country that signed the accord to follow. Over the next thirty years, they would procure Wild Pack O’s for distribution from government-managed facilities, with an addendum upon review it’d be extend in certain regions if deemed necessary. In the Americas, it was called the Hibbing Procurement Act.

Over those years, the populus discovered other uses for the O’s descendants, who developed into their distinct designation called House O’s. Unscrupulous individuals elected lawmakers who supported extension after extension, even installing loopholes, such as permitting Wild Pack Alphas to accept payments under the table from those on the fringes for O’s the government deemed unsuitable for breeding, creating an underground network of sellers called The Dealers.

And who would complain if some O’s slated for legitimate sales accidentally slipped through and sold for exorbitant prices on the underground market?

John knocked on the steel door in a predetermined code. As it slowly rolled open, he glanced at his almost grown pups, thankful they’d taken a dose of rut suppressants earlier because the air was thick with ready-to-breed O scent.

Walking into the building, the younger Winchesters automatically fall back on their training, checking their surroundings for potential danger. John observes to his left buyers on cell phones circling like vultures eight steel cages displaying O’s clad in elaborate silver collars, high-end specimens selling for exorbitant prices.

The rest of the warehouse is an open space with multiple rows of O’s kneeling side by side, leashed to low railings anchored in the concrete floor. They wear color-coded leather collars denoting their monetary value.

“John Winchester, this is a surprise! To whom do I owe the honor of your presence?” The nasal voice of Everett Helms, a black-haired Beta, oozes the fake, cheerful demeanor of a used car salesman approached the trio. Hunters only dealt with Helms because he was reputed to be able to acquire anything they needed..for a price. John had hoped to avoid him, but after eight days of unsuccessful procurement at other facilities, The Dealer was his last option.

Helms held out his hand, and John felt bile rising, not wanting to touch him when a poorly timed footfall caught his attention. “These must be your pups. My, my my, delicious, aren’t they!” Helms remarks as his eyes rove over Dean and then settle on the youngest Winchester calculatingly when a loud, menacing growl fills the air.

Dean's eyes began glowing red, daring the ogling Dealer to make a move on his ever-growing little brother. He felt Sam huddle closer to his back and release his calming pheromone as, judging from their father’s posturing, John was about to tear into Sam for attracting attention after specifically instructing him to stay invisible. Sam quickly averted his gaze down through his shaggy bangs, glaring at his oversized, sneaker-clad feet, again wishing he wasn’t so fucking clumsy with this growth spurt.

Helms turned back to John, acting as if nothing had occurred. “I hear your oldest got himself in a peck of trouble, and he needs an O to stay out of prison. Well, John, may I call you John? You’ve come to the right place. As you can see,” he waved a hand over his domain, “I can supply any type of O an Alpha could wish for.”

Part I

SPN TAGS: @donnaintx @lyarr24 @flamencodiva @lassie-bird @nancymcl @spnbaby-67 @leigh70

Sam/Jared: @idreamofplaid

Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies @stoneyggirl2 @beabutterfly987 @smoothdogsgirl

WF: @slamminmine

#winchester's folly 3/24 update #winchester's folly #dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #dystopia #dean x reader x sam #dean x reader #sam x reader #spn au #a/b/o au #a/b/o dynamics #supernatural #spn

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Okay, so since we have been talking, I really want to see the next part in the Coraline au continuation. If that's okay, (particularly HIB and MK reborn, lol.) no pressure, you said you liked requests but i just want to be considerate still.

Part 3 of Beldam (Y/N)🥳

(Lmk Wukong) His jaw was still touching the floor when he saw you. He observed the black monkey who was wearing a Sundress and some cute sandals. But unfortunately the despite all that he was still staring at her pair of yellow buttons That is in place of her eyes.

(Lmk Wukong): W-Who Are you?!?!😰

Monkey (Y/N): I'm sorry I must have frightened you. I tend to do that , but I'm your wife (Y/N)

(Lmk Wukong) Okay first of all I don't have a wife and second of all even if I did I doubt she would have B.....B......

Monkey (Y/N)B....B...B..Buttons??? Do you like them they're in my favorite color now dinner is Almost Ready is so can you please drop off this package next door to Pigsy and Tang They're not too far from here😊

Wukong to the box and silently left. What the hell is going on around here and Bixby and Tang right here? Maybe don't know what's happening

When Wukong got to the Restaurant he walked in to see pigsy and Tang sitting by a Piano.

Lmk Wukong: Hey you too (Y/N) Who told me to drop this off for you guys

It's when they both turn around to show their button eyes Wukong Own eye twitched Wondering if he really is going insane

Other Pigsy: Oh good you have it

Other Tang: (Y/N) It's truly the best not that we have it we can play the piano now

(Lmk Wukong) Nither of you know how to play a piano

Both: Well of course we can't we have to play it together watch Make up an song about Sun wukong, He's a King, He's a Hero, He can do no Wrong, He's as noble as Budda in the eyes of everyone who ever lay their eyes on Sun Wukong. When he comes around Adventuring (Y/N) Vow to make it beholding on eye on Sun Wukong🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎵🎶

Monkey king actually like the song. He heard before he wave goodbye to the two and return to your home where she was surprised with all types of noodles and peach chips.

Monkey (Y/N) Surprise hope you like it

And Wukong did After you told him you were waiting for him for quite a long time. He then started to feel really tired. Especially from the day he had looking for those missing men with Mk.

Monkey (Y/N) You look tired let's get you to bed now

(Y/N) Then led him to a bedroom where all of his collection over the years was much more neither than before after you gave Cherry's juice to help him get some sleep.

Monkey (Y/N) Good night my king I had a lot of fun tonight💛

(Mk Reborn Wukong) This is bizarre on so many levels. First of all he was not expecting to walk into a mirror. Second of all he was also not expecting that said mirror To cause and tomet up with a female monkey. Third of all He didn't expect the female monkey to be just as snarky is him

(MKR Wukong) What are you talking about and what happened to your eyes? Why I do that you have??

Monkey (Y/N): Buttons nice to know you noticed you you're not put off by it are you???

(MKR Wukong) N-No just want is the story of that?!?!

Monkey (Y/n) Hehe🤭 I'll explain the story of that later , but i'm gonna need you To drop off a package to pigsy For me please then come back when dinner is ready

Wukong takes the box 📦 from you and walked of he was trying to still rap his head around in everything. There's a female monkey who Just said she was waiting for him and now she's sending him off. To do a quick favor like he should be full of questions right now. And another thing pigz is here he knew about This place maybe he's gonna know what's going on. Though he doubts it, but he's his best chance of understanding. What the hell any of this is. When he got their he found pigsy Alright But he too had button eyes

Other Pigsy: Welcome my king

Finally some respect this is something he can get used to

Mk Wukong: (Y/N) Wanted me to give this package to you

Other Pigsy: Oh good she's the best now I can work on my piano

Mk Wukong: What you don't play Piano

Other Pigsy: Well of course I don't the piano plays me Watch this. Make up an song about Sun wukong, He's a King, He's a Hero, He can do no Wrong, He's as noble as Budda in the eyes of everyone who ever lay their eyes on Sun Wukong. When he comes around Adventuring (Y/N) Vow to make it beholding on eye on Sun Wukong🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎵🎶

Monkey king Clapped his hands liking what he was hearing After talking Wukong Wave goodbye To the other pigs and left back home to you What do you smell a lot of food.

Wukong Soon fell in himself challing down some vegetable fried rice and Other foods their was noodles and soup Dumplings too.

Monkey (Y/N) I hope you like it. I have other stuff. You wanna try if you're hungry still

(MKR Wukong) No man this is great but I am thirsty

Monkey (Y/N) All right say it less I got peach tea

Wukong Drank the tea before (Y/N) You put a cake in front of him saying welcome home

Monkey (Y/N) I've been waiting A long time for your Sun Wukong. I really hope you enjoy your stay here With me here. You can have anything you want Just as that's all you have to do.

Wukong Smiled At you but he suddenly felt tired i'm all of the food he had

Mk Wukong: (Y/N) Thanks, but I'm really need to get to bed. Masters gonna come looking for me

Monkey (Y/N) Of course that is very important let's get you a bed

(Y/n) Lead The monkey king to less mess version of his room Everything was organized from top to bottom. And that's when she brought him to bed not before him some cherry juice to help fall asleep

Monkey (Y/N) Good night🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵🎵🎶🎵

(NR Wukong) He just stood there, He stood in silence. All he did was stare into what? But what have been your eyes if it wasn't further bright Pink buttons. He had absolutely no idea What else to say. The dude was for once Speechless

Monkey (Y/N) Handsome? Earth to handsome? Are you okay hubby? you look like you saw ghosts you're not sick are you?

Wukong Was able to snap out of it a little but

(NR Wukong) Um yeah??? Is there a story about your Bu.............Bu...........

Monkey (Y/N) Oh my buttons do you like them I always thought they were neat No I enough those chit chat foods getting cold but I do need you to do me a quick favor??? Can you please take this package to Su She's not too far from here so just drop it off at her house.

(NR Wukong) No problem I guess

Monkey (Y/N) Thank you baby

Wukong Walked out of the house In silence and confusion what is Li's girlfriend doing here and why is she living so close Maybe he really showed to get out More He got to the big expensive looking house. He walked in inside to see Su with her own pair of buttons when the middle of the living room playing a piano

Other Su: Wukong good to see you. Oh Good, she sent the package over as a thing. I wrote a song for you

Other Su: Making up a song about Wukong🎵 He's a King , He's a Hero, He can do no wrong🎶 He's as noble as Budda in the eyes of everyone who ever lay their eyes on Sun Wukong. When he comes around Adventuring (Y/N) Vow to make it beholding on eye on Sun Wukong🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎵🎶

Nezha Actually enjoyed the song he heard and we've Goodbye to the other sill. That's where he returned back to home where he smelled a lot of food

Monkey (Y/N) So how do you like the soup dumplings they took me hours.

(NR Wukong) I love what you did but i'm kind of thirsty though

Monkey (Y/N) No problem, I have variety types of wine and alcohol. You know but if you feel like relaxing relaxing then I have tea as well. I also made brownies I hope you like them

Wukong ate one of your brownies with he started to feel Like he was on the elevator that was going up and down at the same time.

Monkey (Y/N) Probably should have mentioned that it was an edible. We better bring you the bed so that thing can wear off

(Y/N) Then brought the monkey king to retro bed And talk them in bernard before giving him some cherry juice To help.

(Y/N) Sweet dreams Handsome🩷

(HIB Wukong) He stood there in silence just looking at you like what is going on. Did he just walk into the sunken place or something. He has so many questions right now. But and fear of being rude towards you. I mean maybe you'll even notice but he'll just like be subtle with the question

(HIB) I'm terribly sorry but who are you and what happens here eyes????????

Monkey (Y/N) Oh Curious about my button Eyes they're so cute aren't they they're my favorite Color too. Do you like them??? I think they are wonderful.

(HIB) Still sorry for barging into your house. I didn't mean to I just found Strange tunnel and

Monkey (Y/N) Oh my sweet king, you don't have to apologize to me. In fact, I welcome you. Dinner is almost ready but I need you to do me a small favor. Can you please deliver this package to pigsy He lives next door can't miss him

Wukong then received The package from you before being pushed out gently. And he found himself walking down the street and auto pilot. He had so many questions and his main one is Pigsy actually here??? maybe he'll know what's going on because I am majorly perplex Wukong got to the house he saw tapping on a Piano.

(HIB) Pigsy????

Other Pigsy: Good evening your majesty!!!!

Wukong Frozen to see pigsy With button eyes?!

Other Pigsy: Oh good you have the package (Y/N) Truly is the best. Well to show you my gratitude I wrote you a song on my piano.

(HIB) When have you ever played the Piano

Other Pigsy: Just now, Here let me show you. Make up an song about Sun wukong, He's a King, He's a Hero, He can do no Wrong, He's as noble as Budda in the eyes of everyone who ever lay their eyes on Sun Wukong. When he comes around Adventuring (Y/N) Vow to make it beholding on eye on Sun Wukong🎵🎶🎵🎶

Monkey king Loved the song he heard After talking to the other pigzy, for a little bit, he returned home to you and he smelled fish as soon as he got there. Lots and lots of fish. I'm Not kidding from Deep fried fish to Fish soup And you had fried rice And soup dumplings with noodles.

Monkey (Y/N) Poor you, you must have been so hungry. I know I should cook the more i'm so inconsiderate

(HIB) No no I love all of this it's just i'm thirsty now

Monkey (Y/N) Oh you should have started with that come I have tea Green tea, oolong tea, And if you're feeling romantic red wine.

(HIB) Do you have Roasted Oolong tea

Monkey (Y/N) Yes sir

(Y/N) pour a cup of tea for Wukong before putting a Cake That said welcome home

(Y/n) I was waiting for you for so Wukong You have no idea how lonely I was but The waiting was worth it because I have you here now

Sun Wukong Add felt something as felt in a long time joy. This female monkey had worked very hard to impress him and make him happy and welcome him. Even though he basically broke an entered into her home , she didn't minded all and welcomed him with open arms.

Monkey (Y/N) It's getting late my king we should get you to bed we don't want You will to be all grumpy in the morning coming out

Wukong The rolled his eyes and followed you to the bedroom A bedroom he always dreamed of mind you after he drank the Cherry juice you gave him he fell right to sleep but not before he heard

Monkey (Y/N) See you soon🧡

(Netflix Wukong) This dude Went out like a light. Yeah it was quite embarrassing but can you blame him. He thought he walked into the home of another only to meet up with a female monkey Bright red button eyes. And his Is constitution can't take that You decided it was the best decision to lay him out on the couch until he wakes up.

Monkey (Y/N) Honey? honey? Woo hoo honey? Are you feeling better now?

Wukong After a little While Manage to regain consciousness.

(Netflix Wukong) Lin??? You never guess what happened I just had the crazy dream. I dreamt that I went through a door and it led me to pretty female monkey with button........

Sun Wukong has look to see the same female monkey He had met earlier with bright red Button eyes.

(Netflix Wukong) Eyes............ So it wasn't a dream after all......... And i'm possibly insane.

You Couldn't help but burst out laughing at the cute monkey boy in the front of you. He is such a silly little Guy isn't he?

Monkey (Y/N) Hehe, Nope, not a dream, Did you want it to be a dream? Well, now that you're okay, you can get ready for dinner. I need you to Do me a favor I need you to prefer this package to buddha pretty please, then you can come back down for dinner. Thank you

Wukong's Jaw dropped When he heard what you were asking of him , then you would quickly send them off before he can ask any questions When he got outside, he looked up nervously. And it's right , and so what appeared to be A run down shack of some kind. When he knocked on the door he saw border in the middle tapping on a piano

Other Buddha: Welcome!!!! (Y/N) Told me you were stopping by she said that you have the package for me. Stay for a bit I was actually playing on my piano

(Netflix Wukong) Budda don't play on a piano

Other Buddha: Well of course I don't the piano plays me

Other Buddha: Make up an song about Sun wukong, He's a King, He's a Hero, He can do no Wrong, He's as noble as I in the eyes of everyone who ever lay their eyes on Sun Wukong. When he comes around Adventuring (Y/N) Vow to make it beholding on eye on Sun Wukong🎵🎶🎵🎶🎶🎵🎶

Wukong is smug As all hell, when he heard that song Buddha would never sing Something like that to him but he's glad that his (Y/N)forced too. He said his goodbyes to buddha before returning to the house where he smelled Something incredible. He walked inside to see (Y/N) Made a whole table of peach flavored suites From putting to pie 🥧,Wukong Chill down with no problem at all.

Monkey (Y/N) Jeez Wukong you are really hungry huh🤭 Would you like anything to drink buddy

Netflix Wukong: Do you got a peach smoothie

Monkey (Y/N) Yes I do and i'm going to get some too

(Y/n) Pour the peach smoothie and put a cake In front of the monkey king The takes said welcome home

Monkey (Y/N) I was waiting a very long time for you. But now you are here and I am happy again

Wukong Blushed at the female monkeys words wondering what she meant. But he grew tired.

(Netflix Wukong) (Y/N) I really should be Getting to bed now

Monkey (Y/N) It's fine dear let's get you to bed

(Y/N) Then brought wu kong to a child like bedroom and got him ready to sleep , not before Giving him cherry juice saying that'll help him relax and ward off nightmares

Monkey (Y/N) I'll see you so and baby boy

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#monkey king netflix #monkey king reborn #monkey king x reader #nezha reborn #lmk monkey king #monkey king hero is back #x female y/n #coraline au #x yandere reader #x wife reader

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kimwexlers-brownhair · 1 year

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Shiv and Misty could be such a power couple for real, Misty has so much of what Shiv loves about Tom while also being content to get kicked as long as she can always come back. Question is how they would get together, but maybe in school when Misty caught on that Shiv didn't have any real friends.

I desperately want to write a Shiv/Yellowjackets au, but I kind of want to wait until the show is done so I can have a better picture of just what the girls brought with them out of the wilderness. But I'm also super impatient, so I may start something anyhow and add to it as the show progresses.

Anyway, that's a roundabout way of saying I'm using your ask as an excuse to dump a half fic/half meta snippet as I work it all out in my mind.

Instead of a New Jersey public school, this would have to be an upscale New York private school, because otherwise no way would Logan let his Pinky attend. So in this au, Misty's family would have to be at least a little bit loaded for her to afford to go there. It doesn't help her lack of popularity and friends at all, but she does have a little money. Ooh, unless she's there on a scholarship!

Shiv is by far the richest girl, taking Lottie's place in that regard. I'm going to age Shiv up just a tiny bit from Sarah Snook, giving her a birth year of 1985. So it would place all this around 2002/2003.

Anyway, it all starts when Misty is approaching the girls in the hallway before the bell rings, handing out invitations to her birthday party. So far, the same laughter as always, the same little digs that she deliberately ignores. Her heart skips a beat when she sees Siobhan Freaking Roy getting books out of her locker. The richest, smartest, most beautiful girl in the school (that shiny hair! Those eyes! That smile!). Shiv doesn't hang out with any of the other girls that much, not even the ones on her team. She's so...aloof, alone, but on purpose (right?), unlike Misty. And she actually engages with their teachers in History, English, and Poli-Sci, just like Misty. She'd never called Misty up to ask her if she did anal and laugh at her. She ignored her, because why wouldn't she?

But maybe this is the day that changes everything.

"Hi Shiv! Would you like to come to my birthday party on Saturday? I'm baking a funfetti cake. And my mom says we can use the pool! We can" --

But what Misty doesn't know is that Shiv is fuming. She had a really ugly morning with her brothers.

Since joining the Yellowjackets, she's been ever more the apple of Logan's eye. He's even come to matches (not once has he attended any of Ken or Rome's few after school events). He'd embarrass her from the sidelines when his inner Hibs fan comes out, if she weren't just so thrilled he's there. He usually never stays through the whole match because as always, something comes up at work. But he will often play the obliging king and pay for the girls to get pizza after. The girls start teasing Shiv by saying "Thank you, Mr. Roy" in unison whenever word comes down their dinner is covered.

Nothing fills Shiv with more fierce joy than after winning a match, feeling her father's hand on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Seeing that fond twinkle in his eyes. "You did good, Pinky."

But there's a flipside to all that. A flipside Kendall and Roman enlightened her on this morning.

Logan had actually eaten some of his breakfast with them. Kendall was home from college for conferences. Roman was done with military school, and was half-heartedly working on college applications ("Why do I even have to do this? I could send my dookie wrapped in the application and they'd still give a Roy son admission.").

Their father scoffed as usual when Ken tried to talk to him about his econ class. He'd dart a withering glance at Rome whenever he'd giggle in that high voice. But again that light in his eyes when his gaze fell on Shiv. "So what's that idiot Scott got planned for today's match? He has no fucking clue about form. When is Martinez going to get his head out of his ass and actually coach you girls, for Chrissake?"

Of course he didn't stay for the whole breakfast. He glanced at his watch after grilling Shiv and left for the office.

Shiv was left with her brothers' dark dead eyes staring her down.

"What?"

"You're real cute, Shiv, y'know? Daddy's shiny little bait he dangles over our heads."

"Fuck you, Ken. What does that even mean?"

Roman snorted. "Come on Shiv. You know why Dad puts on this big fucking display whenever we're all together, right?"

Kendall laughed into his coffee. "No, she doesn't."

Shiv's neck and face muscles tightened. She was on the lookout now, on the defense. "Know what? Just fucking say what you mean."

"Aw Shivy," Ken laughed in that stupid sinister way that really gets under her skin. "He's using you to get at Roman and me. I mean, he doesn't really take you seriously, you get that, right? But he plays it all up because he thinks that will make me and Roman fuckin', I don't know, start wrestling for his attention or something."

Roman imitated Logan's Canadian-Scottish brogue. "If this pair of dumb walking tits can kick a ball, you two pricks can stop jerking it for two minutes to do something manly, manly, dirt, blood, fuck, fuck, fuckety fuck." He took a delicate sip of his orange juice. "And so on."

Shiv heard buzzing in her head. Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz...

"That's the most paranoid, deranged shit I've ever...what, did he say that?"

Roman and Kendall didn't reply. Instead, they gave her that look.

Her breath hitched.

It was the look on her father's face just before he left for the office. He'd given it to the boys. Shiv ignored it at the time, but now she knew...

He'd raised his eyebrows at them, then pointed his gaze toward Shiv. As if telling them, look at her. Look. Your little sister. What are you going to do about it?

The blood rushed to her face. She pushed her plate away and grabbed her backpack. "You don't know what you're talking about."

She saw murder when they laughed as she rushed away.

Assholes.

The buzzing and the blood and the murder follow her to her locker, so when she sees Misty fucking Quigley staring at her with those stupid fucking saucer eyes like a puppy with rabies --

She laughs the same laugh as Kendall and Roman. "Oh, yeah, Misty. I would love to come. I would just love nothing more than to go sunbathing with you in your Little Mermaid one piece and eat your clown cake. But, see, I've got something I'd rather do that day, which is to get as far away as possible from that shit show. Don't worry, I'm sure Teen Vogue will cover the whole thing, talk all about your custom Lisa Frank sweater dress."

She slams her locker door.

Then she sees Misty's face. It doesn't change expression, but Shiv sees the blood drain away.

Like how she felt this morning.

But Misty bravely swallows. That's not the worst thing she's ever heard. Not at all. It's okay. It'll really be okay. She'll just throw away all the rest of her invitations and try to grab one of the pigeons pecking at crumbs outside --

"Ah, shit."

Misty turns around. Shiv's eyes are closed and she shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Misty. That was -- that was horrible. Awful. Bad. Whatever. I'm...yeah, I'm really sorry." She opens her eyes and they're looking directly into Misty's, Misty's, and they're-- beautiful. And kind. "Just -- I hope you have a nice party."

Misty's had prank calls, filthy and degrading, had guys knock her science fair volcano out of her arms, had girls who've said things that Shiv's insult couldn't even touch.

None of them ever apologized.

She stands in the middle of the hall, watching Shiv walk away.

The most beautiful, intelligent, kind girl in the whole world.

The next day Misty asks Coach Scott if she can be the team's equipment manager.

#shiv roy #misty quigley #shiv/yellowjackets au #succession #yellowjackets #logan roy #kendall roy #roman roy #yellowsuccess

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Hello! Just wanted to say how much I love your writing, the way you describe Dreamling is so fucking amazing, and the way you write their smut scene has me drooling and squealing like a madman.

Your priest Hob au and the recent Comic Dream and Show Hob au both exhude the same horny energy, and it legitimately has been sustaining me and keeping me motivated for life since I've read them. The sheer bottomness of Hob in both aus is ridiculous, I cannot, I just can't. Beautiful, lovely dom Dream for days. I'm combusting internally from the hotness, jesus.

Is there any chance of a possible sequel for priest Hob?? With a little added spice?? I'll settle for more catholic blasphemy if that's on the table?

Oh my gosh thank you this means the world to me?? 🥺🖤 I actually find it difficult to write smut because I always think, "Is this hot enough?" "Am I describing the scene and their actions well?" "Will people actually read this, and if they do, will they feel the need to voluntarily lock themselves up in horny jail?" So like, thank you so much for your kind words. 😭🙏

About a sequel for the Priest Hob AU, I actually just thought Dream and Hob lived happily ever after in hell (comic reference 😉) after they got married, but as soon as you said 'more catholic blasphemy' my mind immediately went off in 3 different directions and I typed all those up with a lot of misspelled words (thanks thumbs) like Dream being Drram and Hob being Hib. 😂 (It's currently at 3k words in my notes app because my sense of moderation disappears whenever I think of these two.)

I'm gonna try to polish the first idea up because it's the most 'catholic blasphemy' one. (The second idea is more 'comeuppance then comfort,' while the third is 'fluff and smut.')

Anyway, I'll do that when I have enough time today (or tomorrow? idk), so please wait for it. 🙇‍♀️

And again, thank you so much for this lovely ask. 🖤

#ask and you shall receive

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quitealotofsodapop · 2 months

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In my Hero is Back sequel idea, I'm debating whether or not to make "Zhanshi" (aka the HiB Six Eared Macaque/Liu'er Mihou) skinny like her counterpart, or a Big Lady.

Like I'm leaning towards the latter cus of the adorable idea of Sun Wukong, the Havoc of Heaven, being this tall, muscular, and skinny guy - and his wafiu is shaped like a Venus of Willendorf statue.

Said waifu is also considered a scourge of Heaven and should not be underestimated just because she's Mom Shaped™

Or...

Dasheng *remembers* his right-hand warrior being more lithe and taller than him.

When he finally returns to Huaguo, new troop members in tow, he discovers that his thought-to-be-lost mate's body has changed - but their desire for eachother has not.

Zhanshi is as soft as she is still is deadly on the battlefield.

#monkey king hero is back #hib au #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #jttw inspo ocs #reboundedheroes

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❤️🧡💛💚 Themenwoche »Queerness in der DDR«💙🤍💜💖 Charlotte von Mahlsdorf, Gründerin des Gründerzeitmuseums in Berlin, rettete viele Objekte (Kunstwerke, Möbel, Alltagsgegenstände aus dem 19. Jahrhundert) vor der Zerstörung und Plünderung während des Zweiten Weltkriegs und der Nachkriegszeit. Das Museum entwickelte sich in der DDR zu einem Ort des kulturellen Austauschs und der Begegnung für queere Menschen, das unter anderem regelmäßig von der HIB (Homosexuelle Interessengemeinschaft Berlin) genutzt wurde. Ihr Buch »Ich bin meine eigene Frau«, in dem sie über ihr Leben als Transgender-Frau in der DDR berichtete, wurde als Theaterstück und Film adaptiert. Sie gilt bis heute als eine wichtige Persönlichkeit im Kampf für Toleranz und Gleichberechtigung in der DDR und darüber hinaus. Wir zeigen euch heute diese Kette aus unserer Sammlung, um uns an sie zu erinnern, denn auf vielen Fotos trägt sie eine Perlenkette. Mehr zur Themenwoche »Queerness in der DDR« gibt’s bei Facebook, TikTok und dem neusten Blogbeitrag des DDR Museum. ❤️🧡💛💚 Theme week »Queerness in the GDR«💙🤍💜💖 Charlotte von Mahlsdorf, founder of the Gründerzeit Museum in Berlin, saved many objects (works of art, furniture, everyday objects from the 19th century) from destruction and looting during the Second World War and the post-war period. The museum developed into a place of cultural exchange and encounter for queer people in the GDR, which was regularly used by the HIB (Homosexuelle Interessengemeinschaft Berlin), among others. Her book »Ich bin meine eigene Frau« (I am my own woman), in which she reported on her life as a transgender woman in the GDR, was adapted as a play and a film. She is still considered an important figure in the fight for tolerance and equal rights in the GDR and beyond. Today we show you this necklace from our collection to remember her, because in many pictures she is wearing a pearl necklace. To find our more about our theme week »Queerness in the GDR«, check out Facebook, TikTok and the latest blog post from the DDR Museum. #ddrmuseums #ddr #gdr #ddrgeschichte #queer #pride #berlin #museum #geschichte #perlenkette #vintage — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/d9K4RPs

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morporkian-cryptid · 1 year

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Hi Hib! Thank you for the ask! :D

"Hanafuda" is an AU in which Jigen and Goemon both retired from being criminals before they met; and Lupin is leading a double life as both a thief and a private detective.

🤐 a secret

“So I was right,” Rebecca declared as she looked Lupin up and down. “The acclaimed Detective Barnett and the infamous Lupin the Third are one and the same.” “Well, we all have our little secrets, Mrs Lupin.” The detective winked and bowed, receiving a quizzical glare from Jigen. “Mrs Lupin?” he remarked. “You two still haven't gotten properly divorced?” “It's complicated,” Rebecca retorted with a dismissive gesture. “We never got properly married in the first place,” Lupin explained. “Yeesh. And I thought my love life was a mess.” Lupin rolled his eyes, then turned toward his ex-not-quite-wife. “I am terribly sorry, mia cara, but you happen to be on the wrong side of the law. I'm going to have to call the police.” He made a show of putting his phone up to his ear. Rebecca cocked her head to the side and smiled. “Right you are. And they can bag two criminals for the price of one.” Rebecca was taunting, but Jigen knew it was just a front. Unlike Lupin, her face wasn't known by the police. Rebecca Rosselini was a well to do millionaire, the tabloids' darling, and didn't have so much as the shadow of a police record. If Lupin handed her to the cops, her secret double life was over.

#the hobbit writes #fic : hanafuda #lupin iii hanafuda au #lupin iii #lupin iii fanfiction #daisuke jigen #rebecca rossellini

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shivroy · 7 months

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Why is everyone fat in your AU

sometimes people just become fat! logan is fat and shiv and roman end up taking after him visually as they age & tom just gains weight because he's getting older. hibs is legitimately big-boned he was a HUGE fucking baby from birth with a wambsgans-style enormous skeleton, but also learned at a young age that one of the few things in his life that he could control was what he ate, being surrounded by servants and personal chefs his whole life, and he craves the feeling of agency it gives him to binge. he also likes physically intimidating people and so being a really big guy and potentially making people uncomfortable pleases him lol. his mother doesn't love him, his father will never love him over himself, he can't become as loved as possible, but he can become as feared as possible in his country which detests fat people. crowds part for him and that makes him feel noticed and good (which little else does)

also. he's one of the caretakers of the president (the president's body, but it's a faux pas and political statement to acknowledge that the president has died), and donates blood (basically pumps a fuckton of his blood into mencken's preserved vascular system) so when a cure for death is found, the president will wake to a body full of american blood in working order. hibs likes it when he can elevate the glucose and carbohydrate levels monitored by the systems embedded in mencken's abdominal cavity and cause the decomposing microbiome & fungal species to grow. it makes him feel like the president is truly alive, and hibs is helping him thrive. completely fucking insane

#Its About Control for hibs and then shiv and tom are just chilling #ask to tag #the nation #hibernian #idk what to tag this hrrmemmgmgmg #ED #tw ed #eating disorder #death #unsanitary #guys i promise im not the scariest person thats ever existed im just writing a weird story

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talesofsonicasura · 2 years

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By The Sea, There He'll Be: Prologue

Hello folks! This is my first attempt at a reader's insert fanfic. What is it? An X reader involving Hero Is Back Sun Wukong, mainly my Whale Shark Mermonkey version. This is a slow burn. Can be read as gender neutral or preferred gender.

'Royal Seaheart Town', a small town that can be found nestled between steep cliffs by the sea. A place where merfolk visit in secret from others. Everyone who lives here had watch over these fantastical beings after the town's founder was saved by a nameless Whale Shark Mer when lost at sea.

It's here that these aquatic beings can find refuge in times of need or for a break in between migration points. Whether if it's normal merfolk or the rare Leviathan class, Mers whose size surpass the others of their kind. All were treated with care and respect, just like people.

Back to the mysterious Whale Shark Mer, it became a local legend of sorts. From what the founder wrote in his records, this particular one was completely different from all the others. A aura came off of them similar to powerful royalty, a thick reddish brown coat of some kind strewn across their massive back and some peculiar staff in hand.

Hence where the town got its name from. No one really knows exactly who this mysterious Mer was or if they'll ever appear again. To one particular resident, it isn't on their mind. People call them 'Reader' as they always read something, whether to themselves or others.

All of their tales heir from the inspiration they get when sailing out on the vast sea. To them, something like the legendary whale shark is something you should stumble upon, not seek out. Otherwise these wonders will just evade the seeker.

It was one of those days where Reader set off in hopes to find something to craft their next story. An occurrence that happens frequently when any ideas are near the bottom of an empty barrel. So far...

"Aw man! Not a single interesting." You exclaimed in pure annoyance. Been hours since you set sail on your little house boat, and not a single thing has happened. No dolphins leaping through the water, curious sea life trying to examine your ship, and ridiculously no seagulls. Those birds are very common around the area especially this time of year being a migration season.

All there is the open sea and the cloud less sky. You set up some bait to attract any non hostile animal to see if anything would swim past the see-through screens in the bottom dock. There were three thick windows in total, one on the floor and one on both walls.

So far, not a single thing went for your special homemade bait. A mixture of chum, worms and kelp that you tested to see what sea life would love it. "Maybe I need to change the recipe. Looks I'll have to try again in a few days. A nasty storm will be rolling in soon."

Your ship wasn't something built for rough weather at sea but that isn't the big concern. Sea monsters like to show up during night or when the waters were raging. An easy meal that can go unnoticed from people above and below the ocean.

Getting started about the more dangerous man eating merfolk wouldn't help either. It would be best to head straight back to town. You ran back up deck and started the engine. Only a few hours before night, plenty of time to make it to town.

But you had a bad feeling that something was horribly wrong. One you hope would go away the closer you get to home. 'I don't like this. It's too quiet and calm.' The thought had you setting the ship a bit faster. Calm waves were a bad omen to any sailor after all.

An aura of dread filled the air as the ocean waves suddenly began to move in rough patterns. Your heart sank upon the sky behind you becoming dark under a sheet of unnatural storm clouds and brutal rainfall. This had been enough to set the boat to full speed.

"Fuck! Come on! Go faster!" Whatever was going on isn't a normal storm. Something is behind this and you really didn't want to meet it in person. A sentiment that grew upon seemed to be a large spiny fin moving under the stormy waters.

This is bad, really bad. Only one creature that lived near your town had this particular type of fin. A very nasty Eel Sea Monster known as 'Tyrant'. Well earned from how many ships and merfolk it viciously attacked. It even mauled a Leviathan class Great Shark mer to near death.

Tyrant will easily shred your boat like wet paper. Looking back, you won't be able to make it to town before the eerie storm looms over you. Without wasting anytime, you immediately ran to the little box under the control panels.

Fighting a Sea Monster is suicide, but blinding it should give enough time to escape. A thought that led to purchasing special flash depth charges. Each one capable of releasing strong enough light to temporarily blind any Leviathan class. It should work on Tyrant.

Pulling the first charge out, you quickly ran over to the side of the deck and tossed it in the water where you saw the monster's fin. Within seconds, it went off with a monstrous distorted screech following. Bull's-eye.

Quickly turning the ship away from Tyrant's path, you got ready to set off another charge. The storm now above the small boat, it was harsh but not that dangerous...yet. Bastard recovered quick from how it went to turn towards you.

Immediately tossed another charge and changed the ship's course. Tyrant isn't going to get a meal right now, not if you can do anything about it. Apparently the second charge really pissed off the eel Sea Monster.

Why? Cause it leapt out of the water and straight towards your ship. Razor sharp fangs on full display in the open wide mouth while six eyes bore into your soul with pure hatred. Immediately turned the boat away from inky black beast's jaw as crashed into the water.

The waves created brutally hit the boat, not only sending the blinding charges out of your hand but allow the Tyrant to slam the end of its tail into the hull. A direct hit towards the glass as water quickly begins to pour into the ship.

"Shit!" You were in a really bad situation. Even if you get to the lifeboat, it'll just make it an easier meal for the beast. Staying on the boat however would buy little time... unless you can reach the flare gun.

It wouldn't be effective like the charges but it can buy enough time to go for the life boat and try to reach the little outpost not to far away. There were special charms that would keep sea monsters such as the Tyrant away.

You quickly went to the safe box only to quickly jump away as a long tail slammed into the side of the deck. The blow practically breaking your ship in half but also chucking you into the railing. It hurt but it was at least something to hold onto.

Hurt like a bitch to stand up, even worse to find six enraged eyes staring back with hunger. You were most likely dead but you won't give this asshole fish any satisfaction by being scared. Tyrant is already pissed, might as well be insane and dig yourself deeper.

Grabbing a piece of shattered glass from the deck, you hurl it straight into the monster's bottom right eye. A direct hit from how it shrieked back in absolute pain as it's blood drip into the sea. Tyrant snapped to lunge straight at you. Ready to devour everything in it's line of sight until...

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT..." As a massive wall water shot from underneath the sea monster, the sudden large wave it made practically shoved you into the sea. Whatever Tyrant broke in your tiny body stun even more by the harsh shove of the raging sea. Any further thoughts stopped upon the wall wading away to an unbelievable sight.

The most infamous sea monster of your home town, a creature measured around 50 ft, was in the jaws of an extremely massive Mer. A Whale Shark from the spots you can glimpse through the harsh storm's rain. Not just that but a Leviathan far larger than any Whale Shark Merfolk of the same class, at least a 128 ft in size alone.

The sight didn't last long as the Mer devoured their catch and fell to the sea. Last thing you saw was a tsunami from the mere slap of the massive being's tail. After that, everything became still but you swear that you something soft touch your back.

How much time had been passed since the incident is unknown. The scratchy feeling of sand on skin alongside a light warmth from above. It was enough to stir your conscious to wake up and open your eyes...to a beach.

A long sandy beach that circled around what seem to be tropical jungle trees but not a single sign of civilization anywhere. Only washed up seaweed, crabs and the pieces of what used to be your boat.

You were alive but now stranded on some sort of island. Better than being dead at least.

I written this using Tumblr's drafts instead of the usual Google Docs, so I really don't know how this actually is. A personal experiment you can say.

For this one, I wanted to try a different setup than the stereotypical imprisoned mermaid/merman needing rescue or nobody knows merfolk exist schtick. Cliches are good but sometimes a fresh twist can go a long way.

I could've ended this part with a cliffhanger by reader blanking out in sea but that will be cruel. I'll be exploring more on how Mers work in any universe I use merfolk.

The next chapter will be an official meeting with Sun Wukong. Until next time folks, I'll see you later. Here's the page for my Whale Shark Mermonkey Sun Wukong.

#au #fanfic #self insert #sun wukong #tales of sonicasura #sonicasura #monkey king hero is back #hero is back #hib sun wukong #hero is back sun wukong #sun wukong x y/n #sun wukong x reader #jttw imagines

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