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lunar-wandering · 2 years

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finally. the long shadowpeach pride month fic. i honestly cant believe i managed to finish this on time.

anyways. welcome to the post s3 special fic where Wukong drags Macaque into helping him with his glamours. Oh, and also a few other things happen, but they’re not important. Probably.

TW: Panic Attacks, talk of scars and injuries

Word Count: 13.4k

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Macaque woke up that morning to the dawn shining through his curtains, the sounds of the city starting to wake up, the birds calling out the song of the day, and the horrifying realization that Sun Wukong was climbing in through his window.

“Oh good, you’re up.” Wukong said, casually, like he wasn’t literally breaking and entering into Macaque’s bedroom. “If you weren’t I was going to have to throw you into a nearby mountain. Saves me the energy I guess.”

Macaque continued to sit in his bed in complete and utter disbelief for another two seconds, slowly registering the situation.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house.” He deadpanned. Wukong didn’t seem to care about his less than stellar reaction to his grand appearance, instead choosing to investigate the room, Macaque watching in continuous disbelief and offense as Wukong opened one of his drawers and started rummaging through it. “Wh- hey- Wukong that’s my stuff-”

“The kid wants you to hang out with him and the others today, for some reason.” Wukong said, ignoring Macaque’s protests as he opened another drawer to dig through. “Something about going to a theater? I didn’t pay that much attention.”

“Same old Wukong, never paying attention to anything unless it involves himself.” Macaque sighed, before flopping backwards onto his bed, rolling over and pulling the covers over top of his head. “Tell MK I’m taking a rain check today, will ya? I’m not in the mood for him and his friends’ sickening optimism.”

“Oh come on now, I was told to fetch you no matter what, you know.”

Macaque felt a light tug on the edge of the blanket, and dug his claws into both it and the mattress below him.

It wasn’t enough to stop Wukong from yanking both the blanket and him off of the bed though.

Macaque let out a yelp as he slammed into the floor of his bedroom, Wukong whistling innocently, turning to investigate yet another drawer as Macaque untangled himself from the mess of blankets to glare up at him.

“You-”

“I’m sure it’s obvious you can’t take a rain check now.” Wukong interrupted, his hands pausing for a moment in the middle of rummaging before starting back up again. He wasn’t looking at Macaque. “You better get ready to go and hang out with them, or I will drag you there, even if you kick and yell.”

“...Yeah yeah, whatever.” Macaque huffed, slowly pulling himself to stand up, attempting to fix the crinkles in his pajamas, glad that he slept with his glamours over his scar on last night. He ran his fingers through his hair, reapplying the glamour over the white streaks that had started to break through from the glamour loosening as he slept, before lightly tracing his ears to turn the six into two. Just to be sure, he softly placed a hand over his scar, reapplying the glamour over it with slightly more strength.

Wukong had gone suspiciously silent.

Macaque blinked, glancing over. The Monkey King was no longer going through Macaque’s drawers, and was instead just standing there, slightly leaning up against it, staring at him. They held eye contact for a few seconds, and then Wukong shook his head as though ridding himself of a thought, and Macaque glanced down at the floor, subconsciously placing a glamour over top of the rest of his face as well to hide the purple flush. Wukong started heading back towards the window, easily walking around where Macaque stood.

“Well, I’d better head back to the mountain, MK’s going to come over for training later after he finishes hanging out with you and his friends, and I need to get a few more things ready. Plus, you know how the baby monkeys are like if I’m gone for too long-”

“Sun Wukong.”

“Hm?”

“Why are you trying to steal my makeup case?”

Wukong froze, one leg out the window. The sunrise shone behind him, illuminating him. The wind blew in through the open window, rustling both the curtains, as well as Wukong’s hair and fur, making him look almost otherworldly.

It didn’t change that he looked like he’d been caught in the act of stealing from the cookie jar though.

“I. Have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I can literally see it tucked into your side pocket.”

Wukong’s tail moved to cover the edges of the makeup case that weren’t hidden within the folds of his pocket. The two of them stood at a stalemate, maintaining eye contact, waiting to see who would be the first one to break.

“Peaches, your eyes are turning pink.”

Macaque smirked with victory as Wukong swore, breaking eye contact, but his expression slowly turned into one of horror as he watched Wukong reach up and forcibly pull down on something that to the normal eye was completely invisible.

“Holy shit- Don’t treat your magic like that you idiot-” Macaque stepped forwards and down into the shadows, popping up directly in front of Wukong and grabbing hold of his wrists. Wukong let out a noise of protest, about to break free- “Do you want to unleash all your magic and destroy everything within a 100 kilometer radius? Fuck your magic is all taut like a bowstring it’s a miracle it hasn’t snapped already-”

Wukong stopped struggling, blinking in confusion as Macaque led him over to sit on his bed, already in full magic analysis mode. Reaching up, Macaque grabbed hold of the magic around Wukong’s head, a lot more gently than Wukong himself had. Wukong shivered, the sensation weird, as Macaque’s unglamoured eye flashed purple, golden strings manifesting, most of them pulled tight and almost looking like they were starting to fray. Macaque tsked, seemingly not thinking too deeply about his actions as he ran his fingers along them, glowing purple magic swirling around his fingers as he fixed the fraying bits, before moving and slowly undoing the knots that were pulling them tight. Wukong didn’t protest, simply stunned at Macaque’s sudden amount of…gentleness and care.

“Your magic doesn’t work the way mine does.” Macaque said, mostly talking out loud to himself as he continued to work on the knots. Taking a moment to pause as Wukong’s glamours came down, before continuing his work, not commenting on it. “Mine is more loose, it waves and folds and easily bends around me to create perfect glamours. Yours, on the other hand, doesn’t bend as easily, it’s meant to be used for stiff bursts, offensive, forceful spells, and trying to make it bend to make glamours like mine isn’t good for it.”

“I know that.”

“Then why is your magic so out of whack right now then, oh Intelligent Stone Monkey?”

“Because I don’t have a choice.” Wukong hissed, “The kid can’t know I look like- like-”

“Like this?” Macaque asked, and twisted his own magic around himself to perfectly mirror the way Wukong looked at the moment. The small scar cutting through his eyebrow. The scar on his cheek. The burn marks around his deep red eyes. The freckles going over his cheeks and nose. The old and new singe marks in his fur.

Not to mention the blue streaks running through his hair.

Wukong blinked as he registered his own image before him, before his eyes narrowed as he growled, reaching out and smacking Macaque on the nose, knocking the disguise off of him. Macaque gave a little yelp, before sticking his tongue out at him. Wukong huffed.

“Stop doing that.” He said, crossing his arms as he looked away, his eye twitching as he felt Macaque get back to work on the magic threads. “...I know bending my magic isn’t good. I was going to start looking into other solutions…”

“Such as stealing my makeup kit?” Macaque asked, and Wukong’s tail moved back to once again cover the kit from Macaque’s view. “Please, I don’t think the stuff in there would’ve helped you hide all of this mess anyways.”

‘Mess’, as though Macaque wasn’t still maintaining that glamour to keep the purple blush on his face from being noticed. It was times like these that he was glad that Wukong’s golden vision couldn’t see through his glamours…

His glamours…

“If you want to hide this from the kid, your glamours aren’t gonna cut it.” He said, removing his hands from the threads of Wukong’s magic, finished with untangling them, letting them fade out of view again. “He has golden vision, remember? One look and he’ll see right through you.”

“Well- what would you suggest then? It’s not like I can just hide away from MK, he’ll just get suspicious and drag me out forcibly. I don’t really have many options here, if you haven’t noticed-”

“Let me do it.”

“Huh?”

“Your glamours. Let me do them.”

Wukong continued to stare at Macaque in disbelief, his brain seemingly shutting down as he tried to process the idea. Macaque rolled his eyes, moving forwards, and gently cupping Wukong’s face with his hand to start applying glamours to his face.

“Wait- hold on-” Wukong’s hand shot up to grab hold of Macaque’s wrist, stopping him in place. “How do I know you’re not gonna curse me-”

“Please. I just spent the past ten minutes touching your magic threads, y’know, the stuff connected to your soul? If I was going to place a curse on you I would’ve done so already.”

Wukong…seemed to accept that as a reasonable excuse, slowly letting go of Macaque’s wrist, but not without leveling Macaque with a suspicious glare. Macaque rolled his eyes.

(Even if he still really wanted to curse Wukong, he didn’t think he had the right magic level to do so now anyways. No, most of his own magic, outside of his own glamours, was going towards making sure he remained alive and well, currently. After losing the backup of the Lady Bone Demon’s magic, he wasn’t sure how much magic he could use before he would…

That didn’t matter. His magic would reform and rebuild to the point where he could use it without worrying about that anyways).

Letting out a breath, Macaque leaned forwards slightly, getting started on gently moving Wukong’s magic to create a glamour that even the best true vision could not see through, while being careful not to bend said magic in ways it wasn’t supposed to. He ran his thumb over Wukong’s cheek, the freckles and scar vanishing underneath of his touch. Tracing the freckles and burn marks on the rest of Wukong's face, he made them vanish similarly, before moving up to run his finger over Wukong’s eyebrow, removing that scar from view as well.

“Close your eyes.” He said, Wukong surprisingly still and obeying, as Macaque brushed his thumb over top of Wukong’s eyelids, sticking his tongue out slightly as he focused. “Open.”

When Wukong blinked his eyes open again, they were back to their false gold.

“Last one.” Macaque whispered, more to himself than anything, as he reached up and lightly pinched parts of Wukong’s hair, glamouring the blue streaks and singe marks away from view. Leaning back, he inspected his work, humming. “Anything else?”

For some reason, it took Wukong a moment to answer, and when he did so he did it non-verbally, simply holding up his tail so that Macaque could see it. There were similar streaks of blue and singe marks running through the fur. Macaque simply nodded, reaching out and running his hand along Wukong’s tail, glamouring it as well.

“Right.” Macaque said, “Okay. All done.”

Wukong was silent for a few more moments, before he shook his head, snapping himself out of whatever funk he’d been in, smirking up at Macaque.

“Do I not even get a mirror to make sure you didn’t horrifically ruin my beautiful face?”

“It can’t get more ruined than it already is.” Macaque bantered back, but still reached to the side and pulled a mirror out of one of the drawers Wukong had left open. “This good enough?”

Wukong made a non-commital noise as he took the mirror out of Macaque’s hands, inspecting the other’s handiwork. Macaque watched patiently as Wukong’s eyes flickered to a much brighter gold, checking to see how well the glamours held up in the face of true sight. He did a low whistle when he found he couldn’t see through it, and Macaque smirked, proud of himself.

(And no, his tail did not wag at receiving the smallest hint of praise from Wukong. It didn’t.)

“You really can’t see through this at all.” Wukong said, putting the mirror to the side, before staring at Macaque with an odd expression. The blush Macaque had almost forgotten about, hidden behind glamours as it was, started to return the longer the Monkey King stared at him. Getting slightly nervous, he started to shift from foot to foot.

“...What?” He eventually asked, “Why are you staring at me?”

“Ah- no reason.” Wukong said, breaking the eye contact, standing up, walking back over to the window. “Well- you have that whole hang out with the kid to get to, and I have to go get things ready for training, so-”

“Hold on one second-” Macaque said, once again making Wukong freeze with one leg out the window. “Just…that glamour isn’t the best. Your magic isn’t meant for it, I’ve done it as gently as I can, but the glamour itself could shatter very easily. I don’t really want to have to do this again, so try not to overdo it.”

“Please, when have I ever over done it.” Wukong laughed. Macaque leveled him with a Look he’d seen MK use when Wukong said something really stupid. Wukong winced, and, without another word, hopped down out of the window.

Macaque walked over, pulling the window shut, looking out, just barely able to see Wukong’s cloud getting further away in the distance.

It took another two hours before he realized Wukong had still taken his makeup kit.

“Time to wake up, buttercup!”

Was the yell that woke Macaque up in the early morning the next day, quickly followed by his blankets being torn off of him. Panicked, he jumped up, standing on his mattress in an attack position, ready to fight.

Wukong’s loud laughter snapped him out of that fast enough.

“Wh-” Macaque briefly glanced at Wukong, then at the closed (and locked) door and window. It didn’t look like either had been opened at all, so- “How did you-”

“Eh, don’t worry about it.” Wukong waved him off, stepping up onto the bed to stand in front of him, ignoring Macaque’s quiet complaint about him getting his mattress dirty with his shoes. “Anyways, I was wondering if you could maybe give my glamours just a little touch up.”

“What are you-” Macaque started, before blinking, finally seeing what he had missed in his earlier brief glance at Wukong. The blue streaks in the Monkey King’s hair had returned, and the freckles on his face were starting to reappear. “Seriously? Already?”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t clearly explain just how fragile this was.” Wukong huffed, ruffling his own hair. “The kid landing one hit was enough to make it crack. Thankfully the dust covered most of it up, so he didn’t see, but I can’t exactly fix it on my own, so.”

“I am not your personal makeup artist.” Macaque hissed, before groaning, rubbing his eye with one hand, all the tiredness that comes with waking up too early in the morning suddenly hitting him all at once. “Damn it- how fucking early is it anyways?”

“Eh, suns up.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Wukong.”

“Anyways,” Wukong said, ignoring how Macaque was glaring at him. “Could you hurry up and fix this, please? Sandy needs me to go and hold his boat out of the water so that he can repaint the bottom.”

That brought forth the image of Wukong single handedly holding up an entire boat into Macaque’s brain, and he made a small noise, moving his hand away from his eye to cover more of his face instead as he quickly put a glamour to hide away his blush.

“Macaque? Come on, you’re not that mad that I woke you up, are you?” Wukong asked, leaning closer into Macaque’s personal space.

Well. The sooner he could get Wukong out of his house, the better.

Thinking only about wanting to get Wukong out of his room so that he could maybe get two to six more hours of sleep before actually having to start the day, Macaque quickly reached out and ran his fingers through Wukong’s hair, starting to glamour the blue streaks away.

Neither of them were expecting for Wukong to lean into the touch.

They both froze, Macaque’s fingers still in Wukong’s hair, only the tips still blue, but neither of them were paying attention as they stared at each other, Wukong with shock, Macaque with flustered confusion.

“Um.” Wukong’s eyes faded from gold to pink. Macaque tsked, pulling his hand out of Wukong’s hair, glamouring the final bits of the blue away, distracted by the colour change.

“You’re making more work for me.” He said, tired and irritated, not even bothering to tell Wukong to close his eyes as he placed a hand overtop of Wukong’s face, not caring enough to do it as slowly as he did last time, simply putting the glamour over Wukong’s face on all at once. “There, done, now leave me alone.”

“Wh- hey, there’s no way you did it that fast-” Wukong started, but got cut off as Macaque roughly shoved him back. Taken off guard, he stumbled back, tripping over one of the pillows and falling backwards off the bed. Macaque reached his hand out a few seconds too late, cringing at the sound of Wukong’s back slamming against the ground. Wukong slowly sat back up, rubbing his head, and Macaque winced as he saw that the knock against the ground had cracked the glamour again, leaving Wukong’s freckles entirely visible.

Well… It wasn’t the worst thing Wukong could be revealing about himself.

Macaque decided not to tell him.

“I can’t believe you pushed me.” Wukong said, standing up, for some reason avoiding eye contact. “Geez, if you want me out of here so bad, you could’ve just asked.”

He bent down, scooping up the blankets, gathering them into a little ball, before tossing them directly at Macaque’s head.

Macaque let out a muffled shriek as he was knocked back down onto the mattress.

By the time he managed to pull the tangle of blankets off of his head, Wukong was gone.

The window and door were still closed and locked.

“Seriously, how did he get in here…” He muttered, before fixing his blankets, laying back down on his side and pulling them over his head, letting his glamours down, the purple blush on his face now visible but slowly fading as he tried to calm himself down enough to try and get some more sleep.

In just ten minutes, his phone dinging with a new text message completely dashed that idea, and he groaned, rolling over, to see a new message from MK.

…How had the kid even gotten his phone number?

The message contained one word, “sunspots!” and a picture-

Macaque dropped his phone, his face reigniting in a purple blush that almost rivaled the gold one of the Wukong in the picture, who was trying to hide his very obvious looking freckles from the view of the camera, and, overall, succeeded in looking very cute.

There proceeded to be another ding as he got another message, a jumble of words-

And then MK was calling him.

Macaque stared at the screen for several seconds before he realized that he should maybe actually answer.

Hesitantly, he pressed the answer button.

And immediately had to lean back, his ears pressing against his head as the loud noise of arguing on the other side came through.

“Monkey King give me back my phone-”

“Macaque! I can’t believe you just let me leave like-”

“Why were you with Macaque anyways? Monkey King come on-”

“No reason- MK this is a talk for grown ups-”

“I’m 21 years old- what- did you two kiss or something??”

Macaque buried his face in his hands as Wukong’s flustered shriek made its way through the phone, before the click of the call being hung up rang through. Macaque was vaguely aware of his own tail smacking repeatedly against the side of the bed.

His phone dinged again.

~did you two actually kiss?? Monkey King won’t answer me~

Macaque was silent for a few seconds too long.

~hoLY SHIT DID YOU TWO ACTUALLY???~

Macaque grabbed his phone and quickly typed out a response before the misinformation could spread any further.

~NO!! FUCK NO- I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU GOT THAT IDEA FROM~

~Awwww. :( i thought you’d finally acted on your crush on him~

Macaque blocked MK’s number.

MK found Macaque in the downtown market later that day, a hood over his head, his scarf pulled halfway up his face, keeping him almost entirely out of view as he stuck to the shadowed corners of the daily crowd, a basket of fruits and other foods he’d purchased from the vendors being carried by one arm. Slowly, MK left Pigsy’s side, sneaking up behind Macaque as quietly as he could, raising one hand, preparing to startle the monkey.

Only to get startled himself as Macaque spun around, knocking his hand away, and pointing a dagger made of shadows at MK’s throat.

“Kid!” Pigsy yelled, having noticed MK’s disappearance, and subsequently seeing MK with a knife at his throat. Macaque blinked, his ear flicking, before recognition lit up on his face, and the dagger vanished as Macaque’s position relaxed slightly, his hand moving to hold onto his other arm as Pigsy ran over to the two of them.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that, bud.” Macaque said, turning to walk away, but got stopped, letting out a small choked noise as Pigsy grabbed hold of the back of his scarf.

“Not so fast.” He said, “What was that? You almost killed the kid!”

“He startled me!” Macaque protested, yelping when Pigsy pinched his arm. Waving his arm around in a way that clearly indicated he was searching for a good excuse, Macaque turned his scarf into shadows, stepping out of Pigsy’s reach, but turning around in order to be able to face him.

Pigsy glared at him.

“Being startled isn’t an excuse for pointing a knife at someone’s throat.” Pigsy said, gently grabbing onto MK’s arm and pulling him forwards to stand beside him, before resting a comforting hand on MK’s back. “Macaque, apologize to him.”

“Pigsy, it’s fine, I really did startle him-”

“I’m not apologizing for a little knife- I didn’t even cut-”

“Apologize.” Pigsy repeated, an undertone to his voice that made both Macaque and MK straighten their backs. MK relaxed slightly as Pigsy rubbed a comforting circle on his back, reassuring him that he wasn’t mad at him, but Macaque remained tense.

“...Fine.” He eventually said, crossing his arms, his basket lightly bumping into his side as he moved. “I’m….sorry.”

“Was that so hard?” Pigsy asked, and Macaque rolled his eyes, turning away again and starting to march off.

Pigsy and MK shared a look.

Within seconds, they had started walking too, matching their paces to Macaque. Macaque let out a low growl, but they ignored him, instead starting to talk to each other. Macaque kept his face in a scowl, but after a bit, his expression started to soften, as he started to tune out their conversation, focusing on getting his own shopping done, almost forgetting that the other two were there at all.

…Almost.

He was kinda forced to remember when MK bumped into his side, almost knocking him over.

“Woah- sorry!” MK said, though the slight smirk on his face made it seem like he wasn’t actually all that apologetic. “I wasn’t expecting you to slow down.”

Macaque glanced at him, and then looked away.

“What do you two want?” He finally asked, wanting to get rid of them so that he could continue his shopping in peace, thank you very much.

“Just following the Mama duck around.” MK joked, and upon the twin looks of confusion and befuddlement from both Macaque and Pigsy, laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, had the thought and couldn’t resist making the joke. Nah, we actually want to ask you about Monkey King.”

Macaque, unprepared for the mention of Sun Wukong and the sudden resurgence of the memories of that morning, did not glamour his face in time.

“Are you- are you blushing?” MK asked, laughter in his voice, Pigsy snickering as well as the purple colour on Macaque’s face darkened. “Wow, the phone call from this morning really messed you up, huh?”

“Shut up.” Macaque hissed, putting a hand over top of his face to glamour away the blush before he could incriminate himself any further. Taking a breath to try and compose himself slightly, he opened his mouth to speak-

“Did you just glamour away your blush?” Pigsy asked, and MK startled cackling as Macaque’s shoulders involuntarily hiked up to his ears. “Oh boy, you’re a lot worse off than MK thought.”

“Than MK thoug- did he tell all of you about his stupid little theory- never- never mind.” Macaque chewed the bottom of his lip, crossing his arms again so he wouldn’t have the urge to reach for the edge of his scarf, he decided to try and change the subject. “S-so, you wanted to ask me something about Monkey King?”

“Don’t think I’m forgetting about that so easily, sir.” MK said, “That’s going on the whiteboard.”

“The what-”

“Anyways, yes! We did want to ask you something about Monkey King!” MK continued, “Mainly about his secret freckles. Which we didn’t know existed until today. And he seemed to get very mad at you specifically when we pointed out that they were visible. So, uh. What gives?”

“Oh, that.” Macaque debated for a moment on whether or not he should answer. On the one hand, Wukong would probably be pissed if he did. On the other hand, it wasn’t like the Monkey King had made him swear to a vow of silence or anything… “Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise you won’t tell him that I’m the one who told you, okay? I’m not intent on getting killed again any time soon.”

Pigsy raised a concerned eyebrow at the “killed again” comment, but MK brushed past it entirely.

“Of course! My lips are sealed!!! Now tell me.”

“Right. Okay. So. You know… my glamours, right?”

“Like the one you just used to hide your blush, yes.”

“Please forget about that completely.” Macaque hissed, before coughing awkwardly. “Um, anyways, so, Wukong uses some glamours too. He was uh, doing it wrong though, so I’ve been kinda…helping him. Not that I wanted to, he practically forced my hand into it, he broke into my room early this morning and everything. I just uh. Was so tired I forgot to do the freckles?”

“You were pissed off at him for waking you up so early so you didn’t glamour away his freckles, huh.” MK surmised, and Macaque awkwardly coughed again, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah. Thought so.”

“Well- I answered the question so- you happy now? Will you finally leave me be?” Macaque asked.

Pigsy and MK shared another glance.

“Well, actually, we were going this way anyways, gotta pick up some new supplies for the noodle shop and everything, y’know?” Pigsy said, and Macaque groaned.

Two hours later, when Macaque finally managed to get home, drop his groceries on the kitchen counter, and flopped onto his couch, letting out a bone tired sigh, his phone dinged. Groaning, he rolled over, digging in his pocket to pull his phone out.

A message from MK was what greeted him.

~I have other pictures of Monkey King’s sunspots if you want them, but they come at a price.~

Macaque squinted at the screen for a solid three minutes before responding.

~....i blocked u. how did u….~

~stole your phone then returned it when i bumped into you~

Macaque blinked. He didn’t know the kid knew how to do that.

His phone dinged with another message.

~anyways, are ya gonna take the deal or what?~

Macaque had to think about it for a moment. He could take the deal, despite not knowing what it was, and possibly suffer humiliation just to get some extra pictures of Wukong with freckles. Or, he could block MK’s number again, take a nap, and not receive any pictures of Wukong.

The amount of time it took for him to make his decision was embarrassingly short.

~done deal kid~

He didn’t have the time to possibly regret his decision before MK responded.

~great!!!! I’ll call ya with the price sometime this week, but for now, here~

…And maybe, hypothetically, if Macaque spent the ensuing hour and a half giggling and purring over the photos as his tail smacked lightly against the couch, he definitely would not be telling anyone.

Wukong had a problem.

He paced back and forth in the hallway outside his bedroom, debating pros and cons, pausing every few minutes to turn and look in the mirror that hung on the wall beside him.

It had been 3 days since he’d last gone to Macaque to get his glamours touched up, and subsequently had accidentally revealed his freckles to MK and the others.

(He still mentally cringed at how Mei had poked his face, double checking to see that they were real, before the playful teasing started. It was all friendly and nothing was really meant by it, and it was mostly compliments anyways, but Wukong hadn’t actually been actively complimented in… a while.

Was it a bad thing that he couldn’t remember the last time he got complimented before the past week?

…Probably.

But that wasn’t the issue here).

His glamours had slipped more since then, his eyes now seemingly permanently pink, even when not flustered, small bits of burn scars starting to appear around the corners of his eyes. Three streaks of blue had made their way back into his fur, and the scar mark from where Nezha’s spear had sliced him on the cheek had returned.

Wukong looked down at the makeup kit on the table, and let out a sigh.

Bending down and opening it up, he pulled out some concealer.

It wouldn’t be the best, but it would just have to do.

…The real problem here though, was what he should do about his hair and his eyes.

He knew that hair dye and coloured eye contacts existed, but he didn’t want to risk hair dye in case he fucked his hair up further, and with how easily his eyes got irritated, there was no way in hell that he was going to be putting coloured lenses in them.

But.. he couldn’t exactly avoid MK or the others. They expected him to actually hang out with them now, if he suddenly called a bunch of rain checks, they’d definitely get suspicious, especially now since his freckles had been revealed.

Which was exactly why he wasn’t going to Macaque. The shadow monkey had already betrayed him once, letting him walk out with his freckles fully visible, what if it happened again, with something even worse this time?

He wasn’t going to risk it.

An idea striking him, Wukong turned and scrambled to his closet. He only had about 15 minutes before MK would show up to fetch him to go and hang out with the others, so he might have been rushing. Just a little.

He’d just barely managed to find what he was looking for when there was a knock on the door.

“Monkey King! I’m here!”

“Ah- coming!” Wukong called, slamming the closet door shut, wincing as the wall beside it cracked a little, he’d have to fix that later, he turned and ran out to the living room, skidding to a stop just before he accidentally ran into MK. “So what’s the plan for the day- why are you staring at me.”

“Your freckles are gone.” MK noted, and Wukong’s easy going smile twisted into a more nervous one. “Did you go visit Macaque this morning?”

“Wh- I- No, of course not! Why would I?”

“Oh- nothing. What’s with the hat?”

Wukong’s fur bristled, as he reached up and pulled the brim of the hat lower to better cover his hair and shadow his eyes.

“It’s sunny out.” He said, avoiding eye contact. “Plus, it’s just in case we go somewhere with a lot of people. I don’t really want to get swarmed because I’m the Monkey King, y’know? Popularity has some drawbacks.”

MK hummed in a tone that indicated he didn’t fully believe him, and Wukong’s nervous smile arched higher, before he walked forwards, brushing past MK, giving him a quick pat on the shoulder.

“Anyways, the others are probably waiting for us, huh? What is the plan for the day?”

MK gave him another suspicious look, but moved to fall in time with Wukong’s step as they walked down the mountain. (Wukong could summon a cloud to take the both of them down to where Sandy’s boat was waiting for them, but he didn’t want to risk the possibility of accidentally blowing his hat off. He knew MK would make note of it, but as long as he could keep the kid distracted, it should be fine, right?).

“We’re going to the arcade.” MK said, putting his arms behind his head, seemingly choosing to just be silent and observe what Wukong did. Wukong didn’t know if that was better or worse than being called out. “There’s apparently a new game system there that Mei wants to test out.”

“Neat!” Wukong said- and then started rambling about the episode of the Monkey King animated series he had watched last night. He knew that MK knew he had watched the show several times, and that MK had as well, so really there was no new information being shared, but MK had a special interest in the show, and talking about it managed to dispel some of the suspicion in MK’s eyes and replace it with a spark of energy instead. The conversation managed to last all the way down the mountain, up until they were walking onto Sandy’s boat.

“‘Sup, Monkey King!” Mei yelled, jumping over the railing to greet the two of them, picking MK up in a hug and spinning him, before moving to do the same to Wukong. Ever since the dragon had accidentally found out about how touch-starved the Monkey King was (in a situation Wukong really didn’t want to think about but had involved Sandy surprising him with a hair ruffle and maybe a small amount of crying), she had made it a point to give him just as much affection as she gave MK.

Which of course, meant, in this situation, picking him up and spinning him around.

Wukong’s arms, pinned to his side by Mei’s own arms, didn’t even get the chance to move up to make sure the hat stayed in place.

Wukong tensed as the wind blew through his hair, out of the corner of his eye being able to see Sandy catch his hat with one hand. Mei stopped spinning, setting him down, and Wukong winced as she and MK looked over him with scrutiny.

“Are your eyes…pink?”

“Is your hair… blue?”

One of those questions was said with slightly more concern than the other. Wukong shielded his eyes from the two of them, reaching up with one hand to pull one of the streaks of blue down in front of his face so he could look at it with fake shock.

“Oh- wow, it really is blue!” He said, “Guess that colour changing spell really does work huh, the more you know!”

He brushed past the both of them and up onto the boat, gratefully taking his hat from Sandy, MK and Mei slowly following behind him, neither of them looking very impressed. Wukong was very aware that they could see through his bullshit lie, but he really didn’t want to address the subject.

…Maybe he should’ve given in and gone to Macaque that morning instead of stubbornly refusing to go see him.

Wukong walked over to lean against the railing of the ship as Sandy started them off moving towards the mainland, keeping his hand on top of his hat so that it wouldn’t blow away in the winds. MK and Mei joined him, one of them standing on both sides of him. Even though he was keeping his eyes on the water, he could very much feel their twin stares analyzing him.

“...Well? Aren’t you going to explain, Mr. King?” Mei asked, after a moment, “You know that we know that your colour changing spell excuse is absolute bullshit.”

Wukong didn’t answer, his tail swinging anxiously as he continued to stare down at the waves that lapped against the side of the ship.

MK’s hand settled onto Wukong’s shoulder.

“Monkey King.” He started, the incredibly serious tone to his voice making Wukong’s muscles visibly tense. “If you don’t tell us what’s up right now, I’m going to throw you off of this boat.”

The grip of MK’s hand strengthened, and Wukong was very aware of the fact that, even though MK tended to joke to lighten up serious moments, his successor was one hundred percent going to throw him off of the ship if he didn’t say something now.

“You seriously don’t need to worry about it kid-” Wukong cut himself off with a strangled noise as MK started to adjust his stance. “Wait- WAIT okay alright I’ll talk about it do not throw me off the boat I sink-”

MK’s stance relaxed slightly, but his hand remained on Wukong’s shoulder. On his other side, Mei snickered at his reaction, and Wukong tilted his head to glare at her, though it didn’t do much. The dragon girl wasn’t affected by Wukong’s attempts at intimidation at all.

“Well Mr. King? Go on.” She said, “Explain the pink eyes.”

“To be honest I’m more concerned about the blue hair.” MK said.

They both stared at Wukong expectedly.

Wukong pulled the brim of his hat down to shield his face from view.

“The pink eyes are natural… kinda. The blue streaks are…not.” He muttered. After a few seconds of silence, MK poked him in the side, prompting him to continue. Wukong pulled the hat down lower. “My eyes are… red. Being… possessed had…side effects…”

Both MK and Mei gave a shiver at the memory of Wukong being possessed, and Wukong cringed, slouching down a little. MK’s grip on his shoulder changed from jokingly threatening to comforting as he felt Wukong’s movement. Mei’s hand gently found it’s place on Wukong’s other shoulder, a soft warmth radiating off of it. Faintly, Wukong could hear Sandy start humming some song or other. He had no idea if the river demon was able to hear their current conversation, but the small song was somehow reassuring.

He let out a breath, relaxing slightly.

“...If your eyes are red, why are they pink now?” Mei asked, and Wukong tensed back up again.

“It’s because of the glamour right?” MK said, and Wukong lifted his head to look at him in shock.

“How did you know about-”

“Uh, lucky guess!” MK removed his hand from Wukong’s shoulder as he waved both arms around in a sort of nervous gesture that Wukong couldn’t help but feel was familiar. “But- yeah, you wear a glamour, right? It’s because it’s slipping a little that things are starting to come through.”

Well. MK was right, and Wukong let him know as such. But still… how did he know? Wukong had never brought up glamours around him before, and, even though he knew MK had read most of his legends and watched most adaptations of his story, his successor had never brought up glamours before either, not even to ask about learning how to do them.

Grip tightening against the railing, Wukong went back through the events of the past few days, trying to think of a moment where he might have slipped up-

“Did you go visit Macaque this morning?”

Wukong blinked, remembering MK’s comment when he’d first seen him.

Then slowly, he turned back to MK, who had started mimicking his position of leaning against the railing as he was conversing with Mei over top of Wukong’s head.

“MK.” He said, interrupting him mid-sentence about… some arcade game. Wukong hadn’t been paying attention. “Have you talked with Macaque recently?”

“What? No.” MK quickly denied, before leaning forwards, crossing his arms against his chest as he smirked. “Are you wearing makeup just to hide your freckles?”

Taken off guard by the sudden change in subject, Wukong leaned away, bumping into Mei, who took the opportunity to reach up and steal his hat away again. Startled, Wukong tried to lean backwards even further in an attempt to grab his hat again, and ended up losing his balance, flailing, Mei barely managing to step out of the way in time as he slammed down onto the deck, the breath getting knocked out of him from the shock. Mei knelt down beside him, observing his face, before licking her thumb and rubbing it against his cheek, Wukong still too shocked to even think of stopping her. She let out a hum, looking at where the makeup had smudged.

“Looks like you’re right MK, he is covering up his freckles.” She noted, and Wukong snapped back to reality as they both snickered. Growling, he pulled himself back up to stand, stubbornly refusing to look at either of them.

“Oh c’mon Monkey King, it’s just freckles.” MK said, placing an arm around Wukong’s shoulders. “It’s not like you’re hiding anything else, right?”

Wukong remained silent.

“...Right? Monkey King?”

Wukong continued to avoid both MK and Mei’s gazes, seeing the city start to appear on the horizon, estimating that they’d be about another 10 minutes before they’d pull into the docks. The wind felt nice blowing in his hair, and he debated how he would convince Mei to give him his hat back once they arrived on dry land, continuing to ignore the two friends as they continued to badger him about the makeup he was wearing.

…MK’s arm over his shoulders shifted.

And that was the only warning Wukong got before MK was tossing him into the water.

He was fished out by Mei before he could sink too far, but that didn’t stop the damage from being done.

Macaque’s makeup was not waterproof.

Shaking the water out of his fur, glaring at the two of them as he wrung water out of his clothes (Sandy assured him with a yell from his position of steering the boat that he had an extra set of clothes that would probably fit him in a box somewhere), it took the fact that neither MK nor Mei were laughing for Wukong to remember that little fact.

He moved his hand to cover the scar on his cheek.

He forgot about the burn marks around his eyes though.

“Did…. did I do that?” Mei asked, and it took Wukong almost a moment too long to realize what she was talking about as she shrank away from him and MK, taking a small step backwards. MK reached out to grab her hand before she could take another step back, running his thumb over her fingers reassuringly.

“Wh- no! This? No!” Wukong paused for a moment, trying to figure out how best to explain it. “These are from- they’re older, they’re-”

“From the furnace, right?” MK said, sounding a little bit resigned, even as Mei relaxed a bit more beside him. “The one you were trapped in?”

“Yeah. That.” Wukong said, fidgeting his hands, his tail swinging as a nervous smile appeared on his face. “Look, can we just…drop this conversation for now? Yeah, yes, let’s not talk about this, I’m going to go get some new clothes-”

Wukong walked off to go inside the ship, Mei and MK moving to the side to let him walk by.

“Don’t think we’re going to forget about this!” MK called, “If you’re hiding more stuff under those glamours, you should just tell us!”

Wukong winced.

The way Mei had backed away in fear at his appearance and at herself just moments before replayed in his mind as he remembered the more recent singe marks throughout his fur.

No. He wouldn’t be telling them about it anytime soon if he could help it.

For their sake. Not his.

It was barely another 3 days before Wukong encountered his next dilemma. More blue streaks had started showing through, which MK had thankfully not commented on when he came over for training. The cut through his eyebrow was starting to come through, although as of right now it simply looked like the hair there was thinning.

Wukong wasn’t deeply concerned with these. Not really. MK and the others already knew about them, for the most part. He definitely didn’t spend a lot of the previous night laying in his hammock, completely awake, worrying about it.

Definitely not.

…His red eyes had finally broken through the glamours, leaving them no longer pink. He wasn’t sure if the others had noticed that. Like with the other blue streaks appearing in his hair, there had been no comment about it.

He would admit he was a little worried about his eyes. People had called them scary before. Including Tripitaka. He’d started glamouring them to a softer gold for a reason, after all.

That wasn’t Wukong’s dilemma though.

Or, well, it was still part of it. But it wasn’t the biggest problem.

No, the biggest problem lay in the fact that when he had woken up that morning, he had discovered that the glamours over the singe marks in his fur were starting to break.

Wukong absolutely could not let the others see those marks.

He couldn’t.

He wouldn’t.

Standing in front of the mirror, Wukong let out a breath.

Carefully, he reached for his hair, trying to replicate the way Macaque had ran his fingers through it, bending the strings of magic to glamour away the burn marks. Vividly, the memory of leaning into Macaque’s touch came back into his mind, and he huffed, feeling flustered, choosing to ruffle his hair around instead of actually glamouring it, leaving his hair looking somewhat a mess.

Closing his eyes, Wukong tried to reapply his glamours the way he used to.

Something pulled, and Wukong let out a hiss, feeling like he’d just pulled a muscle. He dropped the glamours quickly, letting out a sigh of defeat.

There were no doubts about it then. He’d have to go visit Macaque soon, preferably before the next time MK came around for training.

Speaking of MK, Wukong’s phone picked that time to ding with a text message. Wukong reached over to pick it up, swiping it open to his messages, reading what MK had sent him.

And then he stiffened, still like a stone, his phone falling out of his hands, thankfully landing in the full laundry hamper instead of on the hard floor.

Screw seeing Macaque “soon”. He needed to see Macaque now.

Grabbing some looser clothes, pulling them on quickly, not caring that he still looked like a mess, Wukong grabbed his phone with his tail, leaping out his bathroom window, summoning his cloud and zooming to Macaque’s dojo, the wind rustling his hair, making his eyes water as it stung slightly, but he didn’t give himself a break to stop and rub them.

He barely avoided crashing through Macaque’s roof, only just remembering to stop in time and land gently so as to not create a hole. Walking over to the side of the roof, he carefully clambered until he was dangling upside down outside of Macaque’s window.

It was after eleven, so Macaque was sure to be up.

Wukong tried to push the window open.

…It made a clicking noise, and didn’t budge.

Locked.

Sun Wukong did not currently have time for locks.

He swung back, letting go of the rail he’d been dangling off of, spinning in mid air-

And slamming back, kicking Macaque’s window open.

There was a loud yell from inside the room, and Wukong winced, aware of the fact he’d probably just scared Macaque half to death, but this was important.

“Wukong- what the fuck! Why are you-” Macaque started, but Wukong cut him off, quickly walking over the shards of broken glass to grab hold of Macaque’s arms and stare directly into his eyes. “Hey- not so close-”

“Macaque. I need… your help.” Wukong forced out, before registering how close he’d put Macaque’s face to his, and immediately stepped back again, distracting himself and hiding the golden blush that had appeared on his face by starting to pull up the loose shirt he had quickly adorned before flying over, pulling it over his head.

Macaque let out a strangled sort of noise, but Wukong ignored it, instead fighting with the fabric as it got stuck for a moment on the back of his head, before he finally managed to pull it off. Letting the shirt fall to the floor below him, Wukong shook his hair out of his face, before finally looking back at Macaque, who was covering his own face with one hand.

“...Why are you doing that?” Wukong asked, and Macaque’s fur bristled as his hand fell down to rest by his side.

“No reason. Why did you take your stupid shirt off?” Macaque said, and Wukong refocused on the issue at hand.

“MK invited me to a pool party!” Wukong said, distress in his voice as he grabbed his phone out of his tail’s grip and shoved it into Macaque’s face, showing the invite in question. Macaque pushed the phone out of his face, leaning back.

“Congrats. That doesn’t explain shit.”

“Well look at me!”

Macaque, who up till this point had been solely making eye contact with Wukong, stumbled a bit as he took a step back, looking Wukong up and down before looking away. Clearly, he wasn’t getting the point.

The point of course, being that Wukong’s body was covered in scars. Scars he absolutely did not want the kid and the others to see.

Scars that Macaque was now currently very much avoiding looking at.

Wukong walked back over to him, grabbing hold of his wrist.

“Macaque, I need you to glamour me.”

Macaque startled again at that, finally meeting Wukong’s eyes again. He opened his mouth, and Wukong immediately knew that a “no” was coming.

He couldn’t afford “no”.

“Please, Macaque.” He said, making Macaque pause in the middle of forming words. “I can’t- they can’t know. They can’t.”

Macaque stared at him for an uncomfortably long minute, eventually breaking eye contact as he looked away with a sigh.

“Fine.” He said, “But you will be paying to fix my window.”

Wukong nodded, and then turned, walking over to Macaque’s bed, climbing up to kneel on it, wanting a comfortable place to rest, Macaque following him hesitantly.

“By the way.” Wukong said, making Macaque jump a little as he looked at him. “Did you tell MK about this whole glamouring thing?”

“What?! Of course not.” Macaque rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. “I wouldn’t betray your trust like that.”

“Yes you would. Absolutely you would.” Wukong sighed, “How much did you tell him?”

“...Not much. Just that I was doing your glamours for you.” Macaque mumbled, then reached his hands out to hover over Wukong’s chest, before he pulled them back, rubbing at his wrists.

“WhEre-” His voice squeaked, and he coughed before trying to speak again. “Where do you want me to start?”

“...Scars first.” Wukong whispered, “Please.”

Nobody had ever looked at Wukong’s scars before, much less touched them. And considering how Macaque had glamoured away the marks on his face…

Macaque nodded, pausing for a moment to grip the edge of his scarf, bringing it up to his mouth to chew on it, hesitantly looking at Wukong out of the corner of his eyes as he did so, but Wukong made no comment about it, instead staring up at the ceiling, leaving Macaque to do his job however he wanted.

Macaque stared at the scars and marks that littered Wukong’s body, chewing thoughtfully as he decided which one to glamour first.

Carefully, he placed his hand over top of one that looked more recent, over top of Wukong’s stomach and side. It looked like it hadn’t healed properly the first time, or like it had been reopened by another fight. Or multiple other fights. In fact, it almost looked like it was still healing.

Macaque had a vague memory of kicking Wukong there when he attacked the airship.

Well… there wasn't much he could do about that now. His time of working under the Lady Bone Demon’s ivory chains was long over.

He moved his hands gently over top of the scars covering the rest of Wukong’s front, desperately focusing only on his task instead of the actual visuals in front of him, glad that Wukong had been too distracted with the fabric of his shirt getting stuck than to notice the blush that had ignited on Macaque’s face, giving him enough time to glamour it away. Macaque kept chewing his scarf as his hands flickered over a scar that looked like it had come from a sword, his ears twitching as Wukong let out shaky breaths a few times, a wobbly smile on his face (Macaque remembered the tickle fights they had when they were younger. But they weren’t close like that anymore), before moving around to do his back as well.

Macaque paused.

There were scars on Wukong’s back too, of course. Marks from where Erlang Shen stabbed him with a spear, marks left over from where the rocks had dug into Wukong’s back during his 500 years under the crushing weight of a mountain. Macaque expected those scars.

What he hadn’t expected where the bluish-white swirls, patterns that almost looked like frost, that covered Wukong’s back, in a way that almost mirrored the markings that covered the front of Macaque’s chest, a reminder of how the Lady Bone Demon had thrown more power into him, overloading him by force, blinding his mind to everything but one thing; salvation.

Macaque looked up to stare at the back of Wukong’s head.

Did…Wukong know these markings were here?

Macaque honestly had no idea.

His hands shook for a moment, almost scared to touch the markings, they looked almost… fragile. Like they would shatter if Macaque touched them. Or worse. Like they would make ice spread across his hand again, traveling up his arm and over his chest-

“Macaque?” Wukong’s voice held a note of concern in it, and Macaque realized he’d frozen for a moment too long. “Are you okay?”

“..Fine.” Macaque muttered, voice partially muffled from the scarf still held within his mouth. Before Wukong could say anything else, Macaque’s hand made contact with the Monkey King’s back, feeling his muscles stiffen underneath of his touch.

If Macaque was a bit more gentle with glamouring those marks, well, no-one would have to know. This was their little secret after all.

The scars glamoured away, Macaque went to work glamouring the blue streaks and burn marks threaded throughout the rest of Wukong’s fur.

“You uh. You don’t need to glamour away the freckles and scars on my face.” Wukong said, when Macaque started to move his hands up there. “The kids have already seen. You can um. Leave some of the blue streaks too. I’d…still like my eyes and burn marks glamoured though.”

Macaque rolled his eyes.

“I’m not your hairstylist or something like that y’know.” He said, letting his scarf fall out of his mouth so that he could talk clearly. “I told you that before, remember?”

“Yeah yeah.” Wukong huffed, “Just making sure you don’t glamour everything away and make the other’s more suspicious than they already are.”

Macaque clicked his tongue, before moving his hand to run through Wukong’s hair to glamour away the singe marks.

Wukong leaned into the touch, which at the least, this time they both partially expected and were ready for.

This time though, they were both surprised at the soft sound of Wukong purring.

A soft purr started up in Macaque’s own throat as well at the sound, but he got rid of it by coughing, Wukong doing a similar action, almost sounding like he was choking as he coughed to cover up the sound of the purr.

They both avoided eye contact for a few seconds afterwards before Macaque went back to work.

Macaque was close to being done, the two of them starting to space out a little in their own thoughts, when the phone rang, making both of them jump, their fur standing on end. Macaque quickly reached over and picked it up, answering as fast as he could to make the ringing stop.

“Hello?”

“Macaque? Why are you answering Monkey King’s phone?”

They both realized their mistake immediately.

Wukong quickly snatched his phone out of Macaque’s hand, laughing nervously into it.

“Macaque? Sorry bud, I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“Monkey King? Are you with Macaque right now?”

“WhAt? Noooo, of course not, I’m on Flower Fruit Mountain, as usual, why would you even think of that?”

“Because I’m at Flower Fruit Mountain, and you’re not.”

“You’re a shit liar, Wukong.” Macaque muttered as Wukong stuttered, trying to find another reasonable excuse.

“ShhhhHHhhHhh!” Wukong hissed, but the phone still managed to pick up Macaque’s voice.

“You ARE with Macaque!”

“I’m not!” Wukong insisted, “You’re just- hearing things.”

“Where are you right now?”

“I’m- on my way back to the mountain?”

“I don’t hear any wind from your somersault cloud.”

“That’s- um-”

“You’re at Macaque’s dojo aren’t you. I’m coming there.”

“I’m not- ah shit he hung up.” Wukong stared at his phone in despair, before rounding on Macaque. “This is your fault!”

“Wh- How is it my fault?!”

“You’re the one who answered the phone!”

“Yeah, to shut it up, your shrill as hell ringtone was hurting my ears!” Macaque said, rubbing his ears with a wince to drive the point home. Wukong’s glare didn’t lessen, but his next sentence was said in a significantly quieter tone of voice.

“Why didn’t you just press ignore?!”

“I don’t know- instinct??? I was startled, Wukong. Why didn’t you answer the phone?”

“I was… busy. Focusing.”

“Focusing on what, I was the one doing all the work-”

Wukong’s face flushed slightly gold, and Macaque raised an eyebrow, about to comment on it-

“Why is the window broken?” MK’s voice rang out, making both monkeys freeze, as they slowly turned to see MK crouching on the windowsill. MK looked up from the shattered glass that lay scattered all over the floor, and, upon seeing the shirtless, blushing Wukong, as well as the slightly frazzled looking Macaque next to him, both of them sitting on Macaque’s bed, raised an eyebrow. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No!” Both monkeys shouted, at the same time, Macaque going as far as to shove Wukong away from him, Wukong flailing as he fell off the bed. Again. For the second time that month. Wukong scrambled upon impact, grabbing his shirt and hurriedly pulling it over his head. The shock from the impact and the entire situation had knocked his eyes back to pink.

“Are ya sure?” MK asked, pressing his cheek against the staff as he watched the two monkeys flail. “Because I just came to get ya for the pool party, if ya want I can wait another minute or two.”

“It’s fine!” Wukong’s voice squeaked, but he ignored it. “It’s- nothing was happening! I’m ready, let’s go.”

“Ah- hold on.” Macaque’s hand reached out, gently covering Wukong’s eyes for a moment, making the Monkey King pause mid-step. Slowly, he pulled his hand back, and Wukong blinked, his eyes back to the false gold. “There you go. Have fun at your little party.”

Wukong glanced worriedly at MK to see if he had noticed the glamour being put on, but his successor was busy typing…something onto his phone. Wukong let out a small relieved sigh, and started walking over to the window, MK looking up as he heard the sound of the glass cracking under Wukong’s feet.

“Y’know, you can come too if you wanna, Macaque.” MK said, shifting to the side so Wukong could climb up onto the windowsill with him. “Party’s open to anyone who wants to come.”

“Sorry, the sun’s a bit too bright for me.” Macaque said, a teasing tone in his voice that made Wukong’s fur bristle.

“Yeah, sure, and the moon’s light keeps me up at night.” Wukong snarked back, ignoring Macaque’s tsk as he jumped out the window and onto his cloud, MK quickly joining him, flying off in the direction of the beach.

“...Monkey King?” MK said, grabbing Wukong’s attention.

“Hm?”

“Your eyes are already pink again.”

“Fuck-”

It had been a long time since Macaque had gone to Flower Fruit Mountain.

He’d imagined scenarios that would bring him back there multiple times, never acting on any of them, but thinking of them occasionally and how he’d react in vivid detail. Some of said scenarios involved fighting Wukong.

Some of them involved just the opposite.

But still, none of the scenarios he’s imagined had involved MK pulling in his favor from when he’d sent Macaque those pictures of Wukong’s freckles to get Macaque to come to the mountain and help clean out Wukong’s treasure vault. Apparently, the group had initially all been on Flower Fruit Mountain to play some kind of game, but had switched gears after accidentally once again stumbling upon the mess that was Wukong’s treasure room, and after a good debate with Wukong about the state of it, had decided to clean it up a little.

Macaque double checked the text message to make sure it was really real. He even went as far as to turn his phone off and on a few times.

And then he dialed MK’s number.

“Hey Macaque- Monkey King, do NOT make that pile of stuff fall down just because you think it’s funny- TANG. DON’T THINK I DON’T SEE YOU ABOUT TO STEAL THOSE FIGURINES YOUNG MAN.”

“MK I’M OLDER THAN YOU-”

“Anyways Macaque are you on your way over yet?”

It sounded like absolute chaos. Macaque did not want to go.

But… He had promised to MK’s deal. And he may not always be the best demon, but he wasn’t going to outright break this promise.

Still, Macaque didn’t outright answer, instead letting out a tired sigh before hanging up as a loud clatter and yelling started coming through the phone. Running his hands through his hair, he double checked to make sure all his glamours were up, taking a few extra seconds to try and mentally prepare himself for the absolute hell he was about to walk into.

And then he stepped forwards and down into the shadows, reappearing outside of Wukong’s house on Flower Fruit Mountain. Immediately, his ears were overwhelmed with noise, the clanging of objects falling to the floor, as well as various shouts of anger and fear. They’d probably knocked over one of Wukong’s piles of stuff.

But that wasn’t what Macaque first focused on.

Instead, what caught his attention was the pain that came with using his magic, and he collapsed to one knee, panting, having not expected the overexertion from something as small as shadow travelling. He closed his eyes as he focused on steadying his breathing, glad that he had decided to appear in front of Wukong’s house instead of the actual treasure room, so that the others weren’t seeing this pathetic display.

Finally starting to calm his breathing, feeling the magic in his chest start to settle, Macaque slowly opened his eyes.

And was faced with the fact that his hand was fading.

Panic gripping him once more, Macaque instinctively shook his hand desperately, as though shaking it would make it come back into view.

It took a few more seconds for him to start thinking slightly logically. Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, Macaque released the glamour around his chest. He didn’t really need it, considering the clothes he wore covered it completely, so really it was just a waste of magic. He could feel the stress on the magic in his chest lessen slightly, and slowly, scaringly slowly, his hand faded back into view.

Macaque took a few minutes to breath, calming down, and making sure no other parts of him were starting to fade from view.

He also double checked to make sure that no part of his chest and the scars upon it was visible. He may have clothes over top of it, but he couldn’t help but be a little paranoid.

Another crash from the treasure room reminded him of why he was on the mountain in the first place.

Slowly standing up- stumbling a little, slightly woozy before managing to steady himself, he straightened his back, adopting a laid back and relaxed posture, like he hadn’t almost had a panic attack. He still felt slightly on edge, and another crash from the treasure room made his ears ring, but it was fine. This was fine. He could handle this. It’d be fine.

There were no other ways that this could go wrong. Not in the slightest.

Well aware that if he continued that line of thought for any longer he’d likely end up jinxing himself, if he hadn’t done so already, Macaque walked over and quietly snuck in through the treasure room door and into a space of complete and utter chaos.

Tang was surprisingly the first to notice his quiet appearance.

Immediately, he stopped yelling, slipping out around the pile of stuff he had been partially standing behind, moving over to slide up beside the shadow monkey.

“Nice of you to join us.” He said, and Macaque raised an eyebrow at the limited edition figure held in Tang’s arms. Tang, following his gaze, shifted to hold the figure behind his back and out of view. “As you can see, things are a little…”

“Chaotic?” Macaque said, putting a small smirk on his face. Tang took a step back from him, looking at him in concern, and Macaque let the smile slip a little.

“Are you okay?” Tang asked, and Macaque tsked, knowing something in his expression must have given something away.

“Fine.” He said, turning away from Tang’s concerned gaze, and starting to walk in the direction of some random pile, trying to tune out the yelling from the rest of the group behind him. Tang seemingly made the wise decision to leave him be, as he didn’t follow.

Macaque rolled his eyes as he looked up at the large pile of magical items laying in front of him. Reaching out, he grabbed the first loose object he saw, giving it a once over, before throwing it into the circle drawn on the ground with the words “non-magical items” written on it. Apparently the others had devised some kind of sorting system before he had arrived.

He did look at some of the objects in the magical items pile in confusion, mainly the very normal looking blender, but decided he did not want to know.

Digging in deep into the pile of magic items, rummaging around, he didn’t notice the staff beside him slowly starting to slide towards him.

At least, not until it knocked him on the head.

Macaque hissed, pushing the staff away, moving his hand to his head to rub the sore spot where it had hit, before freezing.

Slowly, carefully, he pulled his hand back, studying it.

The fur there was white. A little singed, charred at the edges, but still white. Swirls of blue moved down it.

He was sure that if he took off his shirt, similar swirls of blue would be on his chest as well. Hurriedly turning, he reached into the pile for something- anything that would reflect his appearance.

Pulling out a normal, if slightly stylished, mirror, Macaque jaw dropped.

All of his glamours were down.

All of them.

Trying not to panic again, Macaque reached for his magic, trying to move the strings to reapply his glamours.

Something in his chest twinged, and, instead of glamours, the shadows around him started condensing, swirling around him.

No.

No- no! That wasn’t he wanted- His magic was already low as it is, he couldn’t afford to over-extend it anymore after what happened earlier-

Well aware that he was hyperventilating, Macaque turned back to look at the staff that hit him.

It offered no clues, sitting there innocently.

Macaque grabbed it and threw it as far away from himself as possible.

His glamours still did not return.

The shadows swirling around him were getting stronger.

One of them swung out, knocking over a pile of stuff close to him, sending the objects clattering over the floor, the sound ringing and echoing impossibly loud in the room.

Macaque fell to his knees, covering his ears in pain. His chest twinged again, and more shadows started materializing.

He had to stop. It’d be better to simply have his glamours down then to over-exhaust himself trying to put them back up. He tried to stop.

His magic twinged.

…He couldn’t stop.

H e c o u l d n ‘ t s t o p.

Wukong hadn’t even known Macaque was there before the blast of shadow magic hit.

It immediately shut up any and all arguments, MK grabbing onto Pigsy and Tang to stop them from getting knocked back by the blast.

“What was that?!” Mei asked, but Wukong didn’t bother to answer, hopping up and over a pile of objects, almost slipping as some of them moved underneath of his feet. He had just managed to stabilize himself when another blast of shadow magic hit, causing Wukong to have to hold his hands up to shield his face and eyes, stumbling back, before slipping, rolling down the pile. He groaned as he rolled onto the ground, pulling himself back up, raising a hand to stop the next burst of shadow magic from hitting him directly.

Distracted as he was, he didn’t even notice that the blast and the fall had knocked all of his glamours completely off.

Standing up, keeping one hand up to shield himself from the uncontrolled magic, his red eyes flickered a bright gold as he tried to assess the situation.

He could see Macaque in the eye of the storm, and a flash of anger, of betrayal, rang through him for a moment, before it quieted.

Something was wrong.

Macaque was kneeling on the ground, his hands covering his ears, curling slightly in pain. His magic bursting uncontrollably, beating like a frantic heartbeat.

…He was crying.

“Macaque?” Wukong called, taking a cautious step forward, the force of Macaque’s magic making it feel like walking through gale force winds. “Mango? Plum? Liu Er?”

Macaque didn’t react to any of those names.

Wukong kept walking forwards, his steps almost seeming to echo as he pushed himself through the shadow magic, having to shield his eyes at every burst. But he didn’t stop.

Macaque needed him now, and Wukong wasn’t going to abandon him again.

Gritting his teeth, the magic lashing against him starting to sting, forged forwards, reaching out his arm, practically walking blind as the magic made his eyes water and his vision blur.

His hand grasped onto Macaque’s scarf, and he felt the shadow monkey gasp as Wukong immediately surged the rest of the way forwards, collapsing to his knees and wrapping his arms around him. Macaque continued to let out heaving breaths, practically hyperventilating, but the shadows stopped lashing around, slowly withdrawing into nothing, an eerie sense of calm replacing it.

Macaque’s hands shook, before they started clinging to Wukong’s shirt.

Or, well, they tried to.

Instead, they simply passed through the fabric.

Wukong shivered at the cold sensation, and Macaque’s breath picked up, still panicking, as Wukong glanced down to see that Macaque’s hands and arms were going wispy, fading in and out. For a moment he just stared at it in disbelief, before looking back up and seeing Macaque’s panicked face, registering that this was real, and that this was not good.

Both of the monkeys panicking, neither of them were capable of saying any words, Wukong flailing around for a solution while Macaque started curling up again. Wukong’s eyes flickered gold again, as he scoured the piles of stuff in his immediate area, letting out a small noise of distress when he couldn’t find anything. He looked back at Macaque with a sense of fear filling him.

He was going to lose him.

He was going to lose his friend again. And this time, there wasn’t anything or anyone that could interfere and bring him back.

Wukong looked over Macaque again, completely ignorant to how the other’s glamours were down due to the fact that he was now well aware that this could be the last time he saw him. Ever. For the rest of his immortal life. Which he honestly wasn’t sure would ever possibly end.

This could be the last time he sees Macaque forever.

No.

No, he couldn’t allow that.

He’d only just started getting his Macaque back, he couldn’t afford to lose him so soon.

Taking a breath as the wispiness spread from Macaque’s hands to his elbows, Wukong reactivated his true sight, analyzing Macaque again.

The ball of magic in Macaque’s chest was wavering, unstable, unsteady, weak.

Well. If it was magic that Macaque needed, then Wukong just needed to find some way to feed magic to him.

…He had absolutely no idea how to do that.

He was sure there was some spell or something for it, but Wukong had never had to give his magic to somebody before. Sure, he’d had to seal magic, but never give it. He was pretty sure they were two very different processes.

Macaque’s upper arms started to fade, and the shadow monkey let out a small whimper, making Wukong refocus.

Well, if he had no other choice, then he had no other choice.

Face flushing gold at the thought of what he was about to do, Wukong grabbed hold of Macaque’s shoulders, and, before he could think better of it, closed his eyes, leaned forwards, and kissed him.

Macaque’s fur bristled, and he opened his mouth in a gasp, and Wukong pressed closer against him, biting Macaque’s bottom lip gently so that his mouth would stay open, willing his magic to somehow travel to the other.

Something in him shifted, a tear running down his face as his magic reached out towards Macaque.

A line of golden ichor dripped out of the corner of their mouths and down Macaque’s chin, falling to the floor.

Macaque swallowed instinctively.

Wukong felt something shift, and he leaned back, wiping the back of his mouth as he stared at Macaque, whose face had flushed a deep purple. Macaque’s arms and legs slowly faded back into view, and Wukong let out a sigh of relief. A soft golden light glowed through the clothes on Macaque’s chest, and Wukong gently reached out to touch it, feeling the steady hum as Macaque’s magic greedily accepted Wukong’s, merging and twisting it to match itself, stabilizing.

The glow slowly faded away, leaving Wukong to only feel Macaque’s still heaving breaths. Carefully, Wukong started rubbing comforting circles on Macaque’s chest, and then, after a few moments of that didn’t seem to help, wrapped his tail around Macaque’s waist, lifting him up, before adjusting his position so that he could hold Macaque in his lap. Macaque let out a small squeak as he was lifted, and Wukong resisted the urge to smirk, now that the danger was past. He rubbed soft circles on Macaque’s back, breathing slowly, secretly calming himself down as well as Macaque matched his breathing to his.

They sat there, in complete silence for a few minutes, neither of them saying a word. Macaque seemingly lost in his own thoughts and Wukong just staring at him silently, not wanting to say anything in case he startled Macaque into panicking again. That was the last thing he wanted right now.

Eventually, the fact he wasn’t fading away anymore finally seemed to register in Macaque’s mind as he stared down at his hands in awe, turning them over, like he expected them to start going wispy again at any moment. Then he brought them gently to his chest, taking a deep breath in and slowly letting it out, his good eye flickering purple, the glamour over his scar reappearing, hiding it from view.

Wukong gently reached out and touched Macaque’s face, rubbing the glamour away. Macaque jumped a little, somehow having forgotten through all this that he was sitting on Wukong’s lap.

And then, as soon as the realization came to him, he was squirming, trying to get out of Wukong’s grip.

“Let go- I can’t believe you just- Gah!” Macaque yelped when Wukong wrapped his arms tighter around him, squeezing him a little. “H-hey!”

Wukong didn’t say anything, simply resting his forehead against Macaque’s.

“I thought I was going to lose you again.” He whispered, gently, and he felt Macaque’s surprised exhale ghost over his lips. “I don’t want to lose you again, Liu Er.”

Macaque’s next breath was slightly shaky, as he reached up to put his hands on top of Wukong’s shoulders.

“Please.” He said, trying to smirk. “You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon. I’ve made it my life’s goal to haunt the shit out of you. Plus this whole living thing has been treating me rather well, so, yeah. Plus, how could I ever leave a world where I get to stare at your face every day?”

Wukong hummed, well aware that he was blushing gold again, a soft purr forming in his throat, but it was nothing compared to the way the purple blush on Macaque’s face burned, spreading to his ears as he realized what exactly he had said.

“I- and by that I mean- well- I, don’t take what I just said in a positive way you know!” He said, a flustered purr, louder than Wukong’s soft one, starting up in his throat as he kept talking. “I meant it in a- in a bad way- your face makes me so mad I couldn’t bear to leave a world where I haven't punched it-”

“Mhm, yeah, sure.” Wukong chuckled, amused, rubbing his forehead gently against Macaque’s as the other let out a frustrated huff. “And I could never afford to lose my best makeup artist.”

Macaque blinked, processing the sentence, before frowning.

“You’re meant to say best friend you dumbass- I’ve told you I’m not your makeup artist.”

“I know. I do mean it though. I wouldn’t want to lose one of my most important treasures in the room meant to keep my treasure safe, after all.” Wukong said.

Macaque let out a flustered sound, finally leaning back from Wukong, having lost their small bantering game, covering his face with his hands. Wukong clicked his tongue.

“You know.” He said, reaching out and grabbing hold of Macaque’s wrists to pull his hands down. “We really should cover everything with this, I might not have given you enough magic just now. So, unless you say it’s not necessary…what if I give you more to make sure?”

They both knew full well that Wukong had given him enough magic.

Still, Macaque, greedy as he was, nodded his head.

Wukong let go of one of Macaque’s wrists to gently cup Macaque’s cheek before he was leaning in, kissing him again.

Laying down on top of one of the treasure piles, observing the two monkeys, the others glanced at MK as he hummed with contemplation.

“First of all, I called it.”

Everyone gave quiet sounds of agreement, Tang going as far as to hand MK a small wad of money. MK pocketed it, before continuing.

“...Secondly, do you think they know we’re still here?”

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Chapter Four: Apparition

‘Billy never held me like that before, and he most definitely never looked at me the way he looked at her in that very moment,’ - Sidney Prescott

It was like that night before, only this time two more victims emerged, alive but their spirits crushed. The Prescott home was flooded with FBI agents whereas the police station was in chaos, mass reporters at every corner trying to get a glimpse of the new victims-the two girls that survived. It was funny, seeing the flashing lights outside with the shouts of questions and reporters spreading false information.

(Y/n) sat in the chair, slacked and unresponsive across from the two officers in the room, officers David Montana and Casandra Williams. The brown skinned woman pushed a cup of hot chocolate her way with a soft smile, she was being patient with the girl seeing as though it was a traumatizing situation. She stayed next to her side and escorted her personally to the police station making sure she was comfortable. The girl had lost both of her parents, her best friend and now was attacked by a possible serial killer, she needed a break.

Willams took in a deep breath before speaking, “(Y/n)- sweetheart- we need you to tell us what happened,” she crouched down beside her giving her hand a soft squeeze. It felt motherly and for a moment the girl's shoulders relaxed.

Silence.

“Did he-did the killer say something about Casey?”

No response.

“Come on (Y/n), we can't help you if you don't say anything,” It was officer Montana this time, an impatient expression on his face. The officer was the second one to read Casey’s diary, he had every right to believe that the girl was a suspect in this case. There were moments of doubt though, (Y/n) was a good girl- he could see it. Was being outed the tip of the iceberg or jealousy?

The afro haired girl looked through the window to Sidney who was currently talking to Tatum. They watched her eyes water slightly before sniffling once more, “It's all my fault..,”

Cassandra paused, “What? What's your fault sweetheart?”

“I split off from Sidney thinking I could outsmart him- I was wrong,” Fat tears rolled down her eyes as she tried to bring the blanket over her soldiers further, not wanting to see an ounce of her skin. “His-his hands…..the knife-”

The woman held the teens hands, noticing her breathing staring to labor, “Take your time. I know this must be hard for you,” Cassandra whispered, she scanned over the girls face and her shaking form before asking, “Did- did he possibly sexually-”

“No. That's the thing-he only injured my leg before leaving me on the sink- I- I don't understand why he didn't kill me.” It was a partial lie, the male did inappropriately touch her, but now that she thought about it the only threatening part about it was him cutting her leg and taking her underwear. She did stab him in the back-literally, it makes sense with him wanting payback.

A deep chuckle cut through the room shocking Willams, “David-are you fucking serious - ?”

“Cut the crap,” The male's voice was stern, walking over before slamming a stack of files on the desk, “No killer would just leave a witness alive. Meaning you must've known them or worked with them.”

(Y/n) shook in her seat, utter disbelief taking over her features, “What? No! He literally-”

“Casey would be rolling around in her grave if she heard the lies you were speaking,” A glare was thrown her way, “If she had one, we’re still examining her body. And the embalming process nearly seems impossible to do.”

The afro haired girl shook her head in disbelief , thinking she should've kept quiet after all, “I know it doesn't make sense! But I'm telling you, he honestly cut me before leaving the bathroom!”

Williams cocked her head in confusion, “What? The killer was with you in the bathroom? Billy Loomis came through Sidney's bedroom window, sweetheart, that doesn't make sense.”

“That's because it couldn't have been Billy-,”

“What's your relationship with Loomis,” Montana cut in.

The girl paused for a moment thinking carefully before speaking, “We’ve been friends since middle school, we don't hang out as often due to our own lives, but he's a good boyfriend to Sid I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Well,” She looked back through the window at Sidney, “Casey did tell me about him possibly cheating on Sid with another girl-didn't tell me who though. I thought it was a rumor.” It was true, although while analyzing Sidney and Billy’s relationship it did seem like it was missing something not to mention they haven't been dating for too long either. Billy started dating Sidney late July and took her out on small dates and even brought her with (Y/n) Stu and Casey. The only downside was that she was a fifth wheel noticing the couples holding each other's hands and whispering with one another. She left early much to the boy's dismay.

David sat down at the desk, placing an arm down with his cheek resting on his fist, “What about a romantic relationship?”

“Ro-romantic?” (Y/n) puzzled, “Me and Billy never dated.”

“Don't have to. You see men-especially boys- have a certain way of operating to get a woman's attention. They can even go to extreme messures-such as dating a friend or fucking a few girls in order to get it. To get you jealous-to get in your head.”

Her breath caught in her throat at what he was trying to get at, “Your wrong-Billy doesn't see me that way. I'm not special, Sidneys a whole package-just like Casey and Tatum-'' The afro heard stopped, a choked out sob, cutting through, “I’m not what he's looking for-”

“But you want him to-”

“No! I know what you're doing! But I honestly don't think Billy would kill Casey! I mean what reason would he have? My best friend barley hung out with him,”

The officers looked at eachother, a silent conversation going on. (Y/n) didn't like it, not one bit. Casey never hung out with Billy, as she always said he was weird-after his mother his attitude turned sour and the only ones who had patience to tolerate it was Stu and (Y/n). He wasn't a bad guy, just had a lot of baggage to deal with.

Montana finally looked back at her, “(Y/n) be honest with us. Did you love Casey?”

“More than the whole world. She-,” The girl's lips wobbled while speaking, “She was that beacon of light I needed each day. A big sister-a other half if you could tell.”

There was a pause.

“I don't mean as a friend or sister (Y/n),”

The girl cocked her head to the side, her face read confusion and sorrow. The two officers in the room only felt worse from the information they had collected.

“What-?”

“ARE YOU FUCKERS SERIOUS?!”

The officers heard the eruption of shouts and slams of desks heading in their direction. Williams immediately got in front of (Y/n) as the girl got up to see what's going on. Through the window she could see a red faced Billy struggling against the officers, throwing punches left and right as his father shouted for him to stop immediately.

But the Loomis boy was relentless, throwing another left hook at another officer after a taser was deployed. He screamed in pain, face twinsting in agony-eyes filled with fury at the situation; the male pulled out the protruding strings a trail of blood seeping his shirt. Shoving another officer out the way Billy made way towards the office, screaming his whole soul with the name that plagued his mind each night; (Y/n) (L/n)

“Billy, you stop this instant!” His father was chasing after him as the other officers tried to recover heading towards the room the girl was in.

Sidney and Tatum watched the scuffle with wide eyes. Upon them arriving at the station Billy practically begged his girlfriend to see him-to talk to him, pushing against officers in order to get to her. However, the boy was going the extra mile for someone he wasn’t even dating- someone he barely talked to or acknowledged. Punching, moving desks and screaming manically in order to get to their best friend.

The best friend who seemed to have all his flaming attention at the moment.

Billy stood in the doorway furious, his eyes filled with malice and rage before locking gaze with (Y/n). He scanned her form looking over her tear streaked face, to the way she covered herself completely with the blanket as she tried to make herself unnoticeable. She watched as the boy's face softened, stepping up to her, he reached out only for the female officer to step in between them.

He simply ignored her and focused on (Y/n), “Are you okay? Did he hurt you-?”

“Mr. Loomis, it is highly suggested you get away from the victim at this time.”

Billy cocked his head in annoyance, “She's my best friend, I'm not leaving till I make sure she's okay. Especially since you are here in this room questioning her over and over when she looks like she's about to have a mental breakdown.” He stepped forward once more, this time a plea leaving his lips, “Please let me see her, there's literally eyes everywhere, I wont do anything.”

The woman paused for a moment before responding, “If it's okay with Mrs (L/n), you're allowed to talk to her. But with me in the room-or nothing at all.”

Billy nodded, taking what he could get. He turned to the girl expectantly, awaiting her answer. It was a long shot, afterall the girl was traumatized from the recent events inside the house. She was supposed to emerge unscathed-shit-they didn't even know that she was even at the house. Sideny was supposed to be alone tonight-not drag their final girl into this shit.

The afro haired girl stared at him for a long moment before shuffling her feet, “It's fine. Billy didn't do anything wrong to me.” It was barely audible by the boy and the officer heard just fine.

Loomis was by her side in a flash, grabbing her face in both hands trying to gain his bearings-the taser and scuffle was starting to take a bit of a toll on his body. The way he was looking at her spoke volumes to the many people in the office-David including who had a smug look on his face before heading out to grab his partner some ice for his black eye.

The boy knows how to throw a punch.

“You okay precious? I just now heard you were in the house, I swear if I had known-,” Billy cut off noticing the fat welt of tears starting up again, his heart nearly breaking seeing how scared she was from tonight. Mentally cursing Stu for his error, the boy quickly pulled her into his arms. Sobs racked through the girl's body seconds at a time, it felt so long since (Y/n) had cried against him like this.

The last time Billy could remember a similar moment was when they were in eighth grade. The girl was wearing a sweater with beat up ripped overalls, her knee and chin were bleeding. Stu was walking beside her with a black eye, he knew immediately the culprit had been dealt with. But that didn’t make them any less angry with that fact (Y/n) got hurt, mentally and physically.

“I-I’m I’m sorry-,”

“Don’t apologize to me, precious, take all the time you need,” Yeah. Billy was gonna let Stu have it when he got out of here, “I need you to remember to control your breathing. You can do that for me right?”

She nodded into his chest, trying to even out her breaths from what Stu had taught her when they were younger. Billy's hands rubbed up and down her back affectionately, whispering encouraging words in her ears as she continued to let tears fall. Once her shakes and breaths were steady, she proceeded to look up at her distant friend. The boy's eyes were scanning her face, using his hands to gently wipe away all the rest of the tears from her face. His hands were soft, no calluses or rough patches-much different from the man who rubbed up and down her thigh.

(Y/n) took a gulp of air, “It wasn't you.”

A pause.

“What?” Billy asked.

“It wasn't you,” The girl replied shakily, “H-his hands had calluses. Your hands are smooth with no bumps, just slightly dry. I managed to stab him in the shoulder-b-but you're not bleeding anywhere.”

Officer Williams eyes widened a bit before grabbing a notepad writing the confession down. Billy noticed this a bit unnerved but remained focused on the girl in front of him, gazing down at the bandaged cut on her leg. It was obvious the cut was deep, Stu wasn't forgiving about getting stabbed in the shoulder no matter how much he loved her. It honestly was conflicting with the position they were in, especially since they thought she would be home safe from the mess.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK!

Billy just pulled the girl back in his arms, his heart beating faster as the guilt started sinking in. Never did he ever want the girl in his mess. it wasn't her fault of what that bitch did to his family-to his life. (Y/n) was the light in his life, even if he didn't show it in the best ways. He never engaged in a normal relationship due to the fact it would mess up the plan with Sidney. The girl wasn't the type to go out with her friends' ex's-so was the afro haired in his arms. Either way, the beginning of the relationship would be a cluster of a mess for what he wanted to accomplish.

“Do you know where you left the knife sweetheart?”

The girl directed her attention to the officer, grabbing Billy’s hand for encouragement, “He took it. He made sure to grab it out of the bathtub before leaving.”

Billy acknowledged that Stu wasn’t a complete dumbass, he knew that the knife was evidence due to the blood from the stab in his shoulder. Slow props to him. Still pissed at the fact (Y/n) got hurt. But this was Stu he was talking about, even though he was the more patient one out of the two of them-he had his limits. The girl pushed him over the edge with her actions.

“Do you remember anything else-“

“Are you trying to cause her to panic more?” Billy snapped.

Officer Williams backed up slightly at the boy's tone, she did realize her error a bit. The girl did just go through a lot tonight, and was a lot more traumatized than Prescott. But it was her job to get as most information out of the victim as she can.

“I apologize, but sometimes it’s best to question the victims while their memory is still fresh with the situation rather than questioning later,”

“She needs support right now-not an interrogation,” Billy tutted simply, “Have you called her aunt?” It was plaguing the back of his mind where her aunt was at his current moment. Gia was protective, she barely let Stu and Billy hang around (Y/n) alone without adult supervision. It wasn’t till they turned seventeen that she was allowed more outside the house.

The prison is home to what (Y/n) called it.

“Miss (L/n) is unfortunately at home waiting for her niece's arrival. We thought it'd be safer if she stayed at home due to the mass crowd of reporters outside.” The officer replied patiently.

“Take her home then!” Billy turned back to (Y/n), searching her face filled with discomfort, “Do you want to go home precious?”

The girl paused for a moment just staring at her friend's face, she pursued her lips together before nodding. She needed the comfort of her room.

Sheriff Burke and Dewy watched the two teens talk through the window, before glancing back towards Sidney and Tatum who seemed stunned and lost for words. The Prescott girl couldn't take her eyes off her boyfriend who fought uniforms in order to get to her best friend. He was still embracing her, whispering things in her ear; things he should've been doing for her - his girlfriend. Not (Y/n).

“Do we have anything else to report?” The Sheriff questioned out of earshot.

Dewey shook his head solemnly, “That ghost mask is sold both at Krogers and Walmart. Neither or keep purchase records.” Which would only make their case harder with finding suspects.

“What about the cellular phone bill?”

“They’re pulling Loomis’ account. But it'll be morning before we see something,” Riley looked back towards the window, Billy was still holding the afro haired girl together. They were standing now and both speaking to officer Williams, but he did catch the frustration and worry written on the boy's face. “You think he did it? (Y/n) said it was impossible due to the killer being with her most of the time he was there. It contradicts Sidney's story with how Loomis entered through the window with murderous intent.”

The Sheriff let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Twenty years ago I would've said not a chance. But kids these days….damn if I know,”

Silence filled the space once the other office door opened leading out (Y/n), Billy, and Officer Willaims in toe. Two uniforms came forward to take the boy away, he simply gave his best friend's hand a reassuring squeeze before allowing them to take him. He didn't bother to look his girlfriend's way either which set her nerves on edge.

Tatum strolled up to Dewey with Sidney not too far behind, “Hey..Dewey. Can we go now?”

“Hold up a sec,” Dewey replied softly. He didn't want to give his sister any special treatment but with the way things are right now, letting up on the teens wouldn’t hurt.

Sheriff Burke sent a questioning look to the Deputy, “She's staying with you?” He gestured to Sidney.

“We haven't located her dad yet,” He replied.

Tatum saw Sidney shuffle her feet in the corner of her eye, “God dammit Dewey!”

Dewey turned to his sister with a red face, “What did mama tell you? When I wear this badge you treat me like a man of the law!”

“I'm sorry, Deputy Dewey-boy but we're ready to leave,” Tatum shot her gaze to (Y/n) who was cowering against the wall, “We all are.” Her brother followed her gaze and immediately understood what she was trying to say.

He let out a sad sigh before turning to the afro haired girl, “(Y/n), ready to go home sweetheart?”

The girl nodded back in response, Officer Willaims gave the girl her card just in case she remembers anything else about tonight. In turn she sent a grateful smile even if it was strained, before following Dewey and the girls to the other exit.

“Are you okay?” Sidney whispers softly.

The girl turned her head to her and shook her head, “No, but I’m trying my best. I just need-I just need some time,”

They finally reached the side door of the police station. Upon opening the door the deputy tried to shield the girls from the impending flashing lights and reporters crowding around the front entrance.

Dewey turned to the three of them, “I'll get the car. You three wait here,” the male took off into the parking lot. It was a good thing the parking lot wasn't too crowded since the reporters and cameraman were mainly focused on the main entrance at the moment. Leaving the girls alone to gain their bearings-or so they thought.

The infamous reporter Gale Weathers and her cameraman made an appearance out of the darkness. The illuminated light caused (Y/n) to squint grabbing onto Sidney's sweater to save face, the sight looked pitiful.

“Hello Sidney,” The woman smiled in greeting, causing the Prescott girl to downturn her lips considerably. She then turned to the afro haired girl, scanning her bloodshot eyes to the exposed bandaged thigh peeking from the slit of the blanket draped over her shoulders, “That looks like a nasty scare you got there (Y/n). Are you alright?”

The two girls said nothing in response, simply staring; one cold, one filled with anxiety. Just like Sid, (Y/n) had her run in with Weathers before, only the interview was when the girl was in her tweens. The hot news around that time was her parents' case being closed due to the lack of evidence from that night of the murder. Aunt Gia had found out the reporter had bought the girl a case of horror movies in exchange for a brief talk about her parents. (Y/n) being a naive girl didn't understand at the time that not all adults had good intentions the hard way; Gia had threatened to sue Gale if she released her book to the public on her parents murder.

Something Sidney's father should have done.

“What happened tonight?” Gale tried once more, pointing the microphone in the girl's direction.

The action caused Tatum to step in between the girls and the reporter, a harsh glare taking on her features. “They're not answering any questions. Just leave us alone okay?”

“It's okay, Tatum,” Sidney stepped forward, a coy smirk on her lips, “She's just doing her job. Right Gale?”

“Yes, that's right,” The woman agreed, her smile faltering a bit not expecting the girl's tone to turn a bit hostile towards her.

Dewey pulls up with the squad car just in time as the mass of reporters start to roll in near the alley seeing the commotion. It would be a bit attention grabbing seeing a police car rolling up on the side of the police station; especially if it meant the killer would be taken away or escorted away from the public eye.

“How's the book?” The girl sneered, she was trying to keep calm, but the way her body shook and her face growing warm it was obvious that she was struggling. (Y/n) had scooted closer to the other two girls as more reporters swarmed in

“It’ll be out later this year,”

“I'll make sure to look for it.”

“And I'll make sure to burn them.” (Y/n) muttered loud enough for them to hear.

Gale turned to (Y/n), “And I'll make sure to send a special copy for your case as well (Y/n). Although it won't be published there are copies that have been printed-”

The reporter didn't get a chance to finish her sentence before Sidney reeled back her arm before smashing it unexpectedly in Gale's face. A shock of gasps and shouts rang out around them from the hit the Prescott girl had landed. The woman fell on the pavement along with Kenny the cameraman, she was clutching her eye breathing deeply-glaring at the group of girls in front of her.

(Y/n) peered over Sidney's shoulder, a faint smile on her lips that matched the girl's satisfied look, “Damn Sid. Nice Hit!”

☿

Sidney sat on the bed staring at the floral wallpaper of the guest room at the Reily home. Tatum was currently in the bathroom finishing up with her face mask, she offered to do hers but it was the least of her worries. Afterall, who could bare to get glammed up after nearly dying from a serial killer.

Her thoughts traveled back to one of her best friends; (Y/n) (L/n). Sideny had met her during their English class in the tenth grade; she could still remember the girl's horrific story she told the class for her project. She earned a one hundred of course whereas Sidney earned a simple eighty-seven for creativity and effort about mermaids.

Prescott had asked the girl for advice to do better for the next project, and the rest was history. Sure there were moments of disagreements ,but they were always light hearted. They never actually held anything against one another like Ttaum and Casey did, sometimes they would have fun on their own and it would be the best time without the other two. It was also the year she met Billy by association; at the time she wasn't interested in the trouble maker. Her dad would've never approved of someone who stayed in detention, and here she was dating him.

If you would even call it that.

After tonight she felt like she was intruding on what was already there between Billy and (Y/n). and she didn't blame her friend on it either, only on Billy since he was the one who pursued her in the first place. Why would he ask her to be his girlfriend if he already had feelings for (Y/n)?

A rebound? Moving on? Rejection? Whatever it was, it left her mind in a tizzy, and her heart aching with rewinding the image of the embrace they both shared in the office.

“God, I loved It!” Tatum emerged from the hallway, jumping and landing back first on the second twin bed with a laugh, “‘I'll send you a copy’ Bam! Bitch went down. ‘Ill send you a copy’ Bam! Sid-SuperBitch!”

Dewey stepped into the doorway with a bag of ice in hand, “Thought you might want some ice for that right hook.” Sidney took the ice in thanks, placing it along her throbbing knuckles, “I'll be right next door. Try and get some sleep.”

As if getting sleep was going to be the easiest thing tonight.

“Any word on my dad?” Sidney asked him.

“Not yet, but we're looking, “The male stepped out of the room, “If you need anything…”

“Yeah yeah yeah…” Tatum waved him off, adding the flick of the wrist for emphasis. Her brother only smiled in response, closing the bedroom door to give the girls their privacy.

“Just another sleepover at the Rileys,” Sidney muttered laying down on her back.

Tatum smiled, “Just like old times, aint it?”

Sidney's face turned grim before rolling on her side away from Tatum, “No, nothings like it used to be.” She didn't want to bring the mood down, but her words held their weight. Nothing was going to be the same after tonight. And no amount of face masks gossip or snickering was going to change that.

Sidney and (Y/n) almost died tonight.

And she still couldn't wrap her head around the fact the masked man was in the bathroom with (Y/n) while Billy had entered her bedroom window. She felt horrible for accusing her own boyfriend after her friend's testimony came to light, but the way her gut was screaming something was wrong-the convenience,the timing was just off and alarming. The worst part was he wouldn't even look at her-he gave all his attention to (y/n) and completely did a one eighty in comparison to the way he was begging for his life earlier to talk to her.

A telephone rings off into the distance causing the girl to grip the pillow tighter.

“Do you really think Billy did it?” Tatum said gently, “It contradicts the scar on (Y/n)’s leg and her interaction with that freak of a killer.”

“He was there, Tatum,” Sidney muttered, “Something seemed so off about the convenience of it all! The killer corners (Y/n) in the bathroom just as my boyfriend conveniently comes in through the window trying to rescue me?” The girl sat up in the bed, brows creased together, “Somethings wrong here.”

Tatum hummed thinking things over, “I knew the guy was too perfect when (Y/n) introduced him to us. He was destined to have a flaw,” the blonde locked eyes with her friend hesitantly, “Are we not going to talk about what we saw happening between them?”

Sidney’s stomach lurched as the image swarmed her mind for a second, “About what? About a friend comforting the other?”

The girl thought if she denied what she saw a little longer she would be able to deny the reality of their situation; that her supposed boyfriend who she's been sneaking behind her dads back was truly in love with her best friend instead of her.

‘Billy never held me like that before, and he most definitely never looked at me the way he looked at her in that very moment.’

She was the other woman. (Y/n) was the endgame-the wife-the girl who should've been sitting at the table during dinner. Not her.

It should hurt more than it did, but why didn't it? Why wasn't she crying?

“Sid,” Tatum whispered softly, “You know what Billy did in order to get to her. Hell, he didn't throw left and right hooks in order to get to you-that one step was enough-”

“Do we have to talk about this right now?”

“No,” Her friend shook her head, “But it will have to be discussed eventually. You and (Y/n) are both good girls, talking it out will probably be a breeze if it's just the two of you.”

Tatum obviously learned her lesson from that night when they were thrown out of the (L/n) residence by Casey. She needed to learn not every girl was out to get her or challenge her the way she thought they did, in school it was a survivors instinct. Not to mention her insecurities while tripping over herself to get Stus attention since eighth grade. So when she figured it was (Y/n)’s fault that the male gaze was traveling elsewhere she let her mind get the best of her.

It was one of the nights she still regrets till this day. She doesn't deserve to be called her friend. Not as much as Casey did.

Sideny nodded with a sigh, “You right for once-,”

“For once-?!”

“I need to talk to (Y/n) about Billy, alone,” The girl finished softly, “I can only hope the truth comes out, and if it's true that they both have feelings for eachother then well-”

A knock on the door interrupts the girl's sentence, Mrs Riley opens the door with a smile, her graying hair framed her face nicely while her eyes held warmth gazing at the two girls. “Telephone, dear”

“Who is it?” Asked Tatum.

“It's for Sid,” The mother responded softly.

This caught the girls attention, a glimmer of hope shone in Sidney's eyes. “My dad?”

Mrs Riley paused and shook her head sadly, Tatum frowned in response, “Take a message,”

Sidney shook her head getting up from the bed, “It's alright. I'll get it,” The girl had another strong hope that it was from (Y/n) needing a bit of reassurance from tonight. They barely exchanged words in the car on the way to her home, the girl would shiver and sniff occasionally, breaking her heart. She blamed herself-she was the one who invited her to her home with no adult supervision.

While Sidney takes off down the hall Mrs Riley looks at her daughter jerking her head in the girl's direction, “How is she?” she whispered.

Tatum shrugged a frown playing on her lips. In an event like this all they could do was be observant and offer support, there will never be a guide or possible instruction to help someone who was almost murdered.

Sideny grabbed the phone from the table at the end of the hall, “Hello?”

“Hello Sidney.”

The girl froze the voice over the phone slithering through her-invading her. Her mouth hung open as her entire body weakened, the image of the ghostfaced killer flashed through her mind along with the crippled state of her friend with a large bandage wrapped around her thigh.

“Nooooo..” She cries out gaining the attention of the two other women in the house. Tatum sprinted down the hall to her best friend's side, watching the girl's shoulders bounce up and down in fear with her face contorted in mental anguish.

“Poor Billy-Boyfriend. An innocent guy doesn't stand a chance with you.” The male taunted over the phone, “At least he had my (Y/n) there to testify his innocence.”

“Leave Me Alone!” Sideny shouted her words together, she was in such hysterics she did not process the last part in his statement about her friend.

“Looks like you fingered the wrong guy….again,”

“Who are you? What the fuck do you want?”

“Hang up Sid,” Tatum hissed, she grabbed her friend's shoulder trying to ease the girl off the phone. If it was the killer then she shouldn't be talking to them as long as she was.

“Don’t worry. You'll find out soon enough. I promise,” The killer snickered into the phone, “I do hope (Y/n) won't be around you next time. My precious has already lost someone dear to her, losing you would be the tip of the iceberg.” The way the male spoke over the phone about her friend sent shivers down her spine; it was nauseating thinking about how the girl was left alone in the bathroom with this creep for god knows how long.

The girl let out a sob, “She’s traumatized, you fucker! You killed someone that was practically her sister, now you're claiming she's dear to you?” Sidney looked around at the windows trying to see in the dark of night to see if thers any glimpse of a white mask, “You better leave her the fuck alone, you hear me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Mrs Riley ran to the bedroom door practically begging for her son's attention-banging against the door, “Dewey! Dewey!”

“This is gonna be fun, Sidney,” The killer growled, “It'll be just like old times.”

The line goes dead, leaving Sidney frozen with the phone in hand. Tatum stood off to the side stunned with the revelation, chills going down her spine from the voice she overheard. This was the voice of the man that attacked her best friends? The one that killed Casey?

The silence was cut through with Dewey barrelling out of his room with a gun in hand, he didn't even have time to put pants on, his pizza print underwear on full display, “What? What? What's happening?”

“Really Dewey?” Momma Riley shook her head, gently grabbing the phone from Sidney’s hands-she had a strong grip but with some gentle encouragement they let go. The girl had her lips parted slightly, tears blooming up to her eyes till they loosely spilled over.

Why? Why was she targeted? Who did she piss off so much to be on someone's hit list?

“Let's get you to bed dear,” The older woman whispered before turning back to her son, “Dewey, get your men on the phone and tell them what just happened! They need to be working faster.”

Dewey nodded, he picked the phone up examining it a bit, almost expecting the killer to call again before placing it back down. It was true they did need to hurry. But how much time did they truly have left?

☿

Stu winched as he reached the outside window of the (L/n) residence, inside he could hear the faint cries of the afro haired girl causing his stomach to do flips. He thought back to his actions in the Prescott house and Billy’s harsh tone over the phone; the Loomis boy had practically hissed at him to fix his mistake. Don’t get him wrong, a part of himself feels as though the cut on the thigh was an even edge to the stab to his shoulder. It was hard explaining to the nurses in the hospital on how it happened, not the smartest idea but he couldn't afford to bleed out. Especially since Billy was arrested he couldn't help patch him up.

He could still see the absolute terror on her face along with black nightie loose on her figure. When he and Billy had watched the girl from the trees and side of the house it was practically difficult to sneak around with their boners practically wanting to jump out of their pants. Hence why he took the initiative of seduction a bit in the bathroom, the way (Y/n) looked back up at him-helpless-tears pooling her brown eyes begging for mercy.

Stu wanted to see that expression again on her face.

It was twisted, he knew-to get aroused at the sight-but damn did she look so good. It felt as though they were in a horror porno of some kind. The helpless final girl reaches her limit, unable to run from her doom, the killer giving the ultimatum of sex in exchange for her life. It was a hopeless dream, but he wanted it to be a reality. Billy would hopefully entertain the idea one day once they were all on the same page.

Snapping off the girls window lock was easy, it was a good thing he and Billy practiced for their kills earlier or else it was going to be loud. He made sure to open the window slowly, paying attention to the bed on the other side of the room in the far left corner. From what the male noticed it hasn't changed that much in comparison to when they were kids. The pictures were the same-some added still in the proper place on the mirror, her shoes lined up near her closet mostly consisting of sneakers, and lonely Mr. Creep was on the floor. His left foot was still missing but was sewed together to prevent further ‘stuffing blood’ to spill out.

Stu still had the bunny’s foot in his room in a box of memories underneath his bed. It was an accident that happened, he simply went too far with his teasing and it resulted in a tug of war ripping the fragile stuffed animal apart. He visionised the girl's anguished face from that day; Her mother had gifted her that bear when she was four, and Stu had ripped off its lucky left foot.

Gia had deescalated the situation quickly and said that it might be a stroke of luck instead. ‘All rabbits have a lucky left foot,’ This caused his best friend to think things over; after a bunch of apologies and a long hug she asked him to keep it, saying that she wanted her ‘Stu Stu’ to have the best luck he could ever have throughout High School.

But how much luck did that foot give him really? Luck of blood on his hands? Obsession? A dark desire for all things twisted and morally gray?

Either way, it wasn't like God could talk to him personally and give him an ultimatum to stop. If a voice did speak to him he might listen-maybe his sins would be forgiven. But would the people who made him this way get punished?

He should have never gone to that stupid party.

The boy eased over to the bed, his footsteps were light, no cracks or groans gave way underneath the old carpets floor. Upon getting closer to the girl he took notice of how she was curled up all the way underneath the blankets- a self defense mechanism. ‘If I can't see the monster, they can't see me,”. She was too easy to read, and Stu missed reading her like this.

It only made him want to protect her from the world himself.

Stu started to pull the covers gently only for the girl to shoot up arm reeling back to land a hit. The male was much faster-he grabbed the incoming fist along with her other arm, “Easy, Final girl,” His voice hushed, “It's only me. It's me, Stu Stu. I'm here, he's not going to hurt you. I’m Here.”

It took a long moment before the girl's face went from fear and dejection-to relaxed and tearful. He loosened the grip on her arms and brought her to a gentle embrace instead, rubbing up and down the girl's back as sobs racked through her body. Stu continued to rock her back and forth settling her down, her words of panic and grief were muffled and watery. It only made his heart contort more. This wasn't part of the plan. Shit, this isn't even his plan originally to begin with; it was Billy’s.

When did this all start? Why and when did everything get so fucked up?

#billy loomis x black reader #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x black reader #stu matcher x reader #sidney prescott #casey becker #tatum riley #Spotify

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sibsteria · 2 years

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Shock Value (Bam/fem!Reader/Johnny)

Warnings: drug use, heavy drinking, angst, very slight fluff

Part Six

Masterlist

An exhausted call is uttered across the room.

There’s a slightly awkward pause, but nothing too provoking.

“Ight, take a seat.” Johnny opts to sit next to Jason, the furthest from the beanbag duo.

There’s a thinking moment, everyone’s trying to conjure up something to give him.

“I got one.” A strong and assertive declaration, delivered with slight malice. Everyone turns to the commenter. “How about you don’t fuck around with anyone’s heart for six years treating ‘em like a blow up doll.”

Y/n ingested a lot of contraband, her confidence was at its summit, she shrugs.

“I think I finally found somethin’ that big bad Johnny Knoxville won’t do.” A thumb connect to her forearm, giving a caressing gesture.

“I mean, she’s got a point.” Chris is holding in a chortle.

Johnny just stands up, blasting off where his feet took him.

“Well, on that note.” A few titters dance around the room.

“Sweetheart, hate to admit it, I’m kinda proud.” Bam annotates into the shell of her ear.

“I’m done giving a fuck about what I say to him, I’m not afraid to step in his feelings. S’what he did to me.” She lets her head fall against his shoulder, a quiet conversation between the two.

“Want something to drink? I do.” He taps her thigh for her to let him up.

“Surprise me.”

Letting her out of his arms, he stands to walk away, seeking out something to ingest.

He traipses into the hallway, it’s abandoned, all the commotion taking place in different rooms.

He thinks about heading to a different floor before ultimately deciding to sneak back to the closet of dreams. He hears distant smashes and breaks from a round the complex, someone’s gonna have to deal with that tomorrow.

It’s still a little loud with music, his hand turns the knob what was previously locked. Bam crouches down, scanning through his options.

She seemed to like the fireball, he didn’t know too much about her preferred drink, just knows that she likes to.

“Nice show out there.” This statement causes Bam to bang his head against the shelf above him.

“Ow, man, give me a warning next time.” He grabs the orange bottle, standing up to meet the eyes of his assailant.

“Look, I know I’ve fucked up-”

“She was on the floor. Crying. You really banged her up.” They both seem standoffish towards each other, assessing what to say.

“I know, I’m…I’m gonna fix it. Somehow. But I need you to back off.” Bam blinks in disbelief.

“Back off?”

“I need her to know how serious I am about this.” Johnny averts his gaze off to the side.

“You seem real serious.” Bam scoffs at him.

“Don’t you- just don’t, I’ve got a lot of making up to do-”

“Knoxville, man, she’s done. She can’t keep getting kicked like a bad dog, she’s done nothing to you.”

“You don’t think I know that? I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Then stop hurting her. The easiest way to do that is for you to back off.” Bam brushes past him, careful not to shoulder bump him.

“I’m telling you, I can fix this!”

“Stop trying!” He’s far down the hall now, returning to the girl he promised the alcohol to.

Johnny stands alone in a hallway, which smells of piss and vomit.

She’s laughing with her found family, a sick joke getting her to slap her knees.

Bam instantly smiles at her from afar, his heart swelling at her current state of mind. She’s having a good time, for once.

She clocks his arrival, her eyes roaming his figure.

“Mornin’.” She giggles, her phone reads 1am when he gets back.

“Look what I got for my favourite lady.” His hand clasped around the glass is waved to her.

She gives him a toothy grin.

“Always had faith in you.”

He chooses to not tell her about the slight accosting that took place, her happiness is what matters right now.

“Keep it that way.” He perched next to her, motioning for her to hand him the plastic cup she had drank from before.

#jackass imagine #jackass x reader #jackass #bam margera imagines #bam margera smut #bam margera imagine #bam margera x reader #bam margera #viva la bam #johnny knoxville smut #johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville

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saltysaccharin · 11 months

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Bbg

— [ELYSIUM AU-ISH] {NONCANON}

• characters :: shigaraki tomura, ryouga atsumu, himegami kuroi, extras

• genre :: crack

• warnings :: written while high. not literally high bc drugs are bad kids but like high in spirit /ij none

prompt / synopsis :: "call him baby girl"

word count :: ~900

a/n :: i had SUCH a day today. very eventful /pos. i should be sleepimg bc i'm tired from said day but bro. smth took over. and i churned out like 900 somwthing words of utter stupidity.

dw, not canon to elysium at all bc. frankly it's TOO stupid to be 🫶

Himegami ordering Shigaraki Tomura to get an updated-daily social media account was supposed to be serious. He was supposed to upload short 'reports' on his life rooming with Apollo every day, not.. whatever this was.

"'Call him baby girl for me'? What the fuck?" Shigaraki barked out a laugh, muttering the comment aloud as he read it and clearly finding it entertaining rather than taking offense to it (as he definitely would have a year or two ago). "Fine. I need to find the fucker first, though."

The audio translated the shuffling off of a couch very well; he had been blessed with a really good phone model by the very person he was planning to make fun of. Oops. Hey, he had to give his audience something, didn't he?

Nice place.

holy shit its actually happening someone clip this quick

🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑

rly went 'bet' lol

Idk what y'all expected ofc he'd do it XD

Shocker, the symbol of fear has no fear?!?!?

Shigaraki casually walked through the spacious penthouse, still using the front camera as the Live continued. His watchers' expressions of disbelief and amusement flooded the chat as he continued his search for a certain doctor.

talk about upper-class

*whistles*

Do u guys need an extra roomie maybe?? 🥺

Address drop or no balls

where is that

Finally peeking his head and his camera around the master bedroom's doorway, the lens focused on his prey. There, sitting at his work desk, was Ryouga Atsumu — otherwise known as Doc Apollo — tinkering with a foldable bow. The brunet grunted ever so often every time he ran into a particularly frustrating component to calibrate.

it's a wild apollo!

Sexy Heroes in your area right now! Click the link: <https://www.insertcreativedomain.com/japan-no-2>

help mods theres a fucking bot

@/ERĀ Mod get the bot pls

Im jealous ngl how come u get to live w/ him :(

@/ERĀ sic it

THE SPAMBOT LOLOLOLOL

An especially impatient fan sent a Gift into the Live in an attempt to encourage Shigaraki. The loud notification from it managed to catch Ryouga's notice, dragging his attention from his weapon directly to Shigaraki.

"Oh, hey. Need anything?" Ryouga smiled softly as he spun his chair to face the correct direction. With a hum, he tilted his head before pointing at the phone in Shigaraki's hand, "Is it rolling? Daily check-in?" He asked curiously.

"It's live," Shigaraki replied, stepping out of the concealment of the doorway since he'd been discovered. He straightened his camera as well. "People are watching in real time."

Ryouga made an O with his mouth in understanding and nodded. "Right, yeah. Well, you know I don't involve myself much with social media, Shigaraki; I have a whole group of people running my account for me."

WHAT

omg he's a boomer in disguise. i knew no guy could be perfect </3

Was this not common knowledge?

knowing Apollo having a team just for managing his Tweetr made my fucking week

Send help

Shigaraki waved his free hand in dismissal, "Yeah, yeah, I know all that—" He paused, suddenly narrowing his eyes as he stared directly at the former, "—baby girl." Delivered with absolutely no shame, accompanied by a singular finger gun and a tongue click.

Ryouga only stared in response, seemingly frozen in time. Mouth slightly agape, he blinked twice, then a bunch more times in quick succession before leaning forward in his chair and shaking his head. He knitted his eyebrows as he squinted at Shigaraki for answers.

"Baby what?"

Shigaraki snickered as his focus transferred to the live chat, his thousand-or-so viewers currently blowing up the inbox at the speed of a bullet train. The number signifying how many people were watching went up a slight amount as more people joined the stream.

"Nonono, you listen here," Ryouga pushed himself up from his seat before marching toward Shigaraki, who watched him approach through the camera rather than directly with his own eyes. The red-eyed man only grinned as the doctor gave him an incredulous look.

Quite the switch in expressions compared to their less amicable times with one another.

"Ryouga, it's fine, it's a fucking meme—" Shigaraki managed to explain between every other chuckle as he raised both hands in surrender, the camera angle disregarded as the screen now barely showed either of them fully, much to the dismay of the people watching. It captured a diagonally-warped perspective of Shigaraki's face as he looked at the off-screen Ryouga.

I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING :ANGR:

this is honestly hilarious i cant do this im gonna die today

PLEAS E

Nooo the videooooo

🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑

he looks like he's getting an earful

All the viewers could experience from that point on was hearing Ryouga chuckle and go: "Oh no, I know. I don't keep up with online trends but I'm not that blissfully unaware of my surroundings!" He huffed, albeit overdramatically just to prove his point.

"You.. know? Then why the hell did you give me that look? I thought I upset you!"

"Well, I'm not 'baby girl,'"

A brief shot of Shigaraki's lips being pecked followed that statement, the culprit disappearing from sight as quick as they had committed the crime.

"You are."

"...I'm not sure you know what 'baby girl' entails." Shigaraki coughed into his shoulder, attempting to hide the blush creeping onto his face.

Oh my GOD

WIFE HIM UP APOLLO LMFAOOOOOO

nvm not an earful. mouthful maybe LOL

This was disgusting & I don't mean that in a good way smh

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!!!!

I feel like i've intruded on a moment here

🫣🫣🫣

THEYRE TOGWTHER??_?_(?? AND NOBODY TOLD ME?_(_!()")?

Aww what a cute couple (is sleeping on the highway)

gay gay homosexual gay

@/ERĀ you and me when

Dudeee wtfff (do it again)

When is it my turn to be happy

wait WHAT is happening i literally thought apollo and hawks were still a thing help me

GET IT

Himegami slowly breathed out into her intertwined fingers as she deadpanned at her laptop screen.

What in the nine circles did she just watch?

#courtesy of saltysaccharin's thumbs #elysian fields #atsutomu #watch me wake up tomorrow and forget this ever happened #this was fun #is it funny? don't know don't really care #bc it was fun #to write i mean #anyway theres nothing gay going on here

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lune-hime · 3 years

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I just love your writing and have been reading a lot of your stuff these past few days. I really enjoyed how you wrote Logan Howletts character, you did an amazing job. I think of those two stories you wrote as connected, and seeing that your requests are open, could you write possibly how they meet or moments in their relationship? Whatever comes to mind.

Hope your well and enjoy writing this if you decide to take it. ❤️

It makes me so incredibly happy that you have been loving my stories and my portrayal of Logan :’). Logan and reader’s first meeting had been previously requested so I went with a few moments in their relationship. Thank you for being patient with me in posting this, I hope you enjoy and that you are doing well <3.

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A Second-First Meeting

“You’re Logan.” Storm let out a melodic chuckle, her realization breaking the silence within the jet.

“Uh...yeah.” He said with a quirked brow. The ivory haired woman’s jaw went slack and another giddy laugh erupted from her. Logan's eyes darted from the oddly acting woman to Rogue who only shrugged, looking just as confused as he was.

“Logan from Canada.” She stated in semi-awe, looking him up and down as if comparing him to information she already had. It made Logan feel like he was missing something.

“He looks dirtier than she described.” Scott let out a snarky huff from the pilot’s seat.

“Okay, what is this?” Logan rose his voice to just below a growl, irritation evident in his tone. Storm put her hands up in harmless defense.

“You met Y/N in the summer. Saved her from becoming a prune all alone in the woods, remember?” Storm said and beamed brightly. Logan’s eyes widened as the memory came flooding back. The bears, the beautiful girl, the thunderous storm and her lightening energy.

“You know Y/N?” He said in disbelief.

“Know her? She’s my best friend.” Storm giggled. “She told us all about you; how she fended off that bear but didn’t have to fend you off when you guys huddled up in your car.”

Storm winked at him as he narrowed his eyes at her teasing. Rogue let out a little giggle of her own at Logan’s speechlessness.

“We’re landing.” Scott announced as everyone began feeling their smooth decrease in altitude.

“All jokes aside, thanks for looking out for her.” Storm added with a kind smile before she swiveled in her copilot’s seat to help Scott with their descent.

⇷⛒⇸

“Hey, kid, is Y/N here?” Logan asked the child in front of him. He found himself on the precipice of a new life it seems, but more literally on the precipice of the lounge area in Xavier's Mansion. He was exhausted after an abrupt and confusing flight from his little slice of Alberta to New York. His head was spinning from all of the information about Mutant Brotherhoods and Striker that was just laid upon him. And now the remembrance of the girl caught in the rain who had once told him she lived at this very school.

“Ms. Y/N? Yeah she lives here.” The child said nonchalantly. Each time he blinked, a new channel would appear on the almost theatre sized TV. “She sometimes teaches my kinetics training.”

Logan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Relief washed over him that he would have at least one familiar face here.

“Where can I find her?” He asked the boy who still hadn’t taken his gaze away from the television. He briefly paused on the Disney channel before continuing his search.

“Why would I know? I’ve been watching TV all morning.” The kid huffed as if it was the most obvious fact in the world. Logan grumbled and sauntered out of the room and back into the many mahogany halls of the massive building.

As he neared the large eastern courtyard, he caught a glimpse of just the woman he was looking for. Through the immaculately planted dormant shrubs he observed you standing next to an ornate fountain chatting with a girl who looked to be around middle school age. He felt that same energizing hum in his chest as he did a few months ago when he took in your appearance. The way you smiled so sweetly at the student, the way your hair was gently pulled from your face by the brisk winter wind, in how your legs bobbed back and forth in place as they fended off the early afternoon chill. He waited for you to finish your conversation with the child before he made his presence known.

“Y/N?” He called tentatively as he eased his way between the garden boughs. You looked up towards the direction of your summon. When you saw who it was, your eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Logan!” You chirped and jogged over to him. “How was the flight?”

“You knew I was coming?” He asked, surprised at the lack of surprise in your reaction.

“I did.” You answered with a guilty smile. “I’m a part of the team now too so I was there when Charles made the call to find you.”

Logan’s mind tried to connect the dots between the sweet yet snappy, soaked girl he met before to the cleaned up, self assured one standing before him. He pictured you using your abilities to fight opponents rather than bears and guessed you would be goddamned good at it with sparks like yours.

“I’m really glad he did…” You trailed off with the beginnings of a goofy grin. “That he found you and brought you here of course, not that you’re being targeted by the Brotherhood-”

“It’s good to see you again.” He confessed, his honeyed voice coating your rambling and effectively adding to the chilly redness of your cheeks.

“You too.” You replied softly, trying not to ogle at his casual attire of heather gray sweatshirt and joggers.

“I think you owe me, though. I gave you a free ride back then.” He declared with a smirk.

“Fine, do you need a ride to the nearest tractor supply for a new wardrobe?” You quipped back. Logan let his half smile bloom into a full crescent moon.

“Sure, if I can take you out for a drink after.” He proposed with a look that made you feel like the New England snow had suddenly melted around you and you were now in a humid jungle.

“Well, I did have another date tonight…” You began, looking up at the taller man through your lashes. If you hadn’t already been looking at him, you wouldn’t have noticed the minute clench of his jaw.

“Buuuut, I don’t think he would be able to handle being accidentally zapped as well as you would.” You continued playfully. Your suitor paled in any comparison to the old acquaintance that had just arrived at your doorstep. The amusement in your eyes was contagious, spreading to Logan’s forested green orbs and down to his boyish grin.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

Firelight

You hummed in utter bliss. The warmth of the campfire kissed your bare legs as your tired eyes gazed upon the moon basked lake in front of you. You nuzzled deeper into the crook of Logan’s neck as the crickets and the treefrogs serenaded you with a private summer evening concert.

Logan’s hand lazily ran the expanse of your hip and thigh from your position curled across him in the camping chair. He was about to close his eyes in complete relaxation when a boisterous banging erupted from one of the cabins in your section of the campground. The clanging was followed by a teenage chorus of muffled curses and cackles. The two of you had volunteered to be counselors of sorts on this weeklong camping trip Charles held for his beloved students each summer. Logan groaned at the disturbance, slightly annoyed with your rowdy group of students.

“They’re just having fun. As long as no one comes out on fire or with a leg missing it's fine.” You spoke up, tone laced with amusement. “Admit you love them-and spending quality time with them out here.”

You felt Logan huff against you at your wholesome accusation.

“I love being out here in the woods, with you.”

Logan’s answer wasn’t to your satisfaction. You zapped him gently with a single crackle of your energy just beneath the rib cage. When he jolted from the surprise attack, you folded yourself to him so that you were now straddling his lap.

“Sure. Not like I saw you earlier spending an hour teaching Rogue how to fish properly after she got her line all strung up in the nearest tree. Or how you, willingly I might add, played hide and seek with the younger ones when you were supposed to be taking a break. Or when-”

You rambled off his sweet acts in adoration until he leaned up to press his lips to yours. You sunk into his embrace and sighed at the euphoric feeling.

“Alright, alright. You’ve proved your point.” He grumbled half heartedly. In the fading natural light, you could see the lazy smile that adorned his face had become dusted with your lip gloss. You returned his response with a triumphant grin as he gingerly grasped the back of your head and pulled you to him once more. His heated palms sailed over your curves like a forest fire as your kisses deepened. You let out a small moan when he discretely bucked his hips into yours.

Or, what the two of you had thought was discrete.

“Gross. I’m just trying to get to the bathroom.” Bobby complained with a grimace as he walked by the two of you towards the community restrooms. You let out a chuckle as Logan brought his fist up to Bobby’s line of vision, a single adamantium claw extending to flip the younger man off against the firelight.

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shotofire · 3 years

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Butler

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Overview: Levi is a butler for your family, and you can’t help but fancy him

Warnings: Cursing, pushy parents, angst, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, age gap (legal of course), that filthy talk (mild), hair pulling, slight choking

Requested by @heyyharuhi (thank you for this request, as soon as i read the idea i started on it)

Okay, i’m going to admit.... i’m too lazy to proof read this. Work is kicking my ass and i just want to sleep. hopefully i didn’t fuck up too bad. I tend to type faster than my mind is thinking... so i apologize in advance for the typos. enjoy :)

The room is hot, almost enough to make ones skin feel as if it’s on fire. Maybe that had to do with the anger everyone at the dinner table is feeling. The scrunching face of your father and mother as the look of disbelief is spread across their features. Not to mention how silent it is, so uncomfortably silent. The sound of your fork scraping across the table is all that can be heard.

Your father takes in a deep breath, eyes closing in utter frustration. “Tell me again why you don’t like this boy? He’s taken you out to dinner several times now, and has been very kind to our family,” you can only roll your eyes at your fathers words. All they care about is setting you up with a wealthy stuck up man, not someone who will bring happiness. “And every time he flirted with the waitress,” you snap, “also, he has horrible manners.”

It’s sad the situation you’re in, really. This has been going in the family for years, the children not getting to choose who they marry. Of course they could’ve rejected and rejected until their parents gave up, but no one has been able to push through. Your mother is a perfect example with having to marry your father. A stuck up man who you’ve never even seen smile at your mother, it’s saddening. “The man has money, lots of it, and you know how much we’re struggling right now,” your mother says with the same look of disbelief.

The double doors to the dining room swing open, making the conversation come to a pause. There he stood, your butler, with a tray of freshly poured drinks. He has the same expressionless look as always as he strides over to the table setting each cup down. As his body stands close to yours, you can’t help but take in how good he smells. Yes it may come off as creepy, but you’d never encountered a man who smelled so fresh. Like a flower garden.

“Thank you, Levi,” you say with a small smile. Your parents never thank him or even acknowledge him and it pisses you off. The man must be in a horrible situation financially if he’s willing to put up with your parents. They always complain about money yet have maids, chefs, and butlers. As if they can’t do anything for themselves. Levi nods at you with a small smirk in reply before exciting the room.

The rest of dinner goes in, filled with arguments and insults. Just a regular night in this family. It’s frustrating, really, how your parents only care about money. They don’t even care for you, or even themselves. All the two want is to appear rich to everyone else. It’s all about image, that’s it. Why care about those things when you can have love and happiness? That’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Since you were a teen, your parents have been shoving stuck up boy after stuck up boy in your direction. Each one has bragged about their live’s, and how women love them. None have even bothered to ask you a personal question. To get to know you in anyway. Each one saw women as a pretty thing to wear on their arms for public gatherings. And any other time you’d just be seen as another maid to them, it’s the sad truth.

Women are pushed around by men, especially in this life style. All that matters is money and looks. Love won’t get your name respected by others, that’s the power of money. The people you call your parents have never been affectionate towards one another, not that you’ve ever witnessed. It’s not wonder they only ended up having one child. Usually by this age, in your family at least, people are married. Some even have a kid of their own on the way. But you just keep rebelling until they give up, that’s what you’re hoping for.

It’s late now and the hallways are dimly lit, not a sound to be heard. At times like this your mind wanders. Thinking about Levi, which isn’t a good idea. Sure he’s really good looking, but there’s no way he could be interested. When he’d first started coming around, a few months ago, you immediately wanted to get closer to him. Then you learned of his age which was something you definitely weren’t expecting. The man looked around the same age as you.

The sound of a faint hum can be heard from down the hall. It sounds like it’s coming from the living area. As you round the corner you see him standing there. Levi sat on the couch with a book perched in his hands, the lamp lit up next to him. His eyes move to your frame and jumps at your presence. The maids and butlers have their own area of the home to stay in during the night, which is really shitty may you add. He shouldn’t be here during this time. If your parents were to see him there they’d throw a fit.

Before he could react you’re walking towards him, sitting next to him on the red sofa. “What are you reading?” Levi is at a loss for words, really, this has his heart racing. Yet he manages to choke out, “Just some cheap poetry book.” The two of you had only talked a handful of times, and it was never real conversation. The man has always found you beautiful and can’t believe you haven’t gotten married yet. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” You ask and he lets out a small laugh, “Couldn’t you ask yourself that?”

Levi feels his chest tighten as you move closer to him, looking at the pages of his book. This whole things was off to him. The man had never seen you in anything but a dress, yet here you were in nothing but a shirt and shorts. He always imagined you to sleep in some sort of fancy silk nightgown. And yes, he thinks about what you wear to bed. He has scolded himself for where his mind has gone to thinking about you, but he can’t help himself. You’ve always been so kind to him.

“You should let me borrow this book sometime,” you say with a small smile. You’re inches away from his face now, eyes peering into one another’s. “Of course,” he gulps. The room fell silent. He isn’t sure if he is reading this moment correctly. One thing he is sure of is he’s definitely not the type of man you need to get caught up with. As this thought crosses his mind he’s quick to stand up off the sofa. “It’s getting late, I should get to bed.” Before you can say a word, he’s walking out of the room.

Complete and utter failure. That was your chance to get closer to him and you ended up scaring him off. Did you come across too forward? Sure you’d gotten rather close to him but you didn’t that that was too far. Was it? You let out a loud huff before falling face first into a pillow, groaning into it.

You were just a young girl who couldn’t decide her future, what could you possibly offer him? He’s older and has his shit figured out, it seems like it at least. As you mentally scold yourself for embarrassing yourself, Levi is in his room doing the same exact thing. He has found you breathtaking from day one and constantly wanted to get to know you. Then the moment you two are alone he panicked.

The man is grown, almost forty, and has been with countless women. Not to brag, he’s just never been one for settling. Then here comes a girl, younger and less experienced than him yet he’s the one choking up. Maybe it was the thought of your parents finding out that got the best of him. They may actually die of shock if they knew you even talked to him in the way you did, in your sweet voice. Or worse, they’d kill Levi themselves.

The next day rolls around, then the next, and so on. It seems like Levi is avoiding you to the furthest extent that he can and it’s really pissing you off. You don’t think he’s required to like you, but you’re still kind to him. You still try and brighten his day with a smile or a simple, “how are you?” Yet he won’t even stick around long enough for you to ask. Did you make him that uncomfortable? You’d rather hear him reject you then have this awkwardness floating in the air.

Knowing that you could’ve possibly made him feel uncomfortable really started to eat at your conscious. For awhile you stopped wandering the halls at night searching for him. Most of the times, after the first encounter, he’d hurry off at the first sight of you. Even through all of this your desire for him only seems to grow more intense.

Why did he have to be so damn attractive?

You lay in your bed, looking up at the ceiling. Levi is the only thing on your mind. It’s hard to not wonder what he’s doing on late nights like this. On a Sunday, your parents off doing business in town. No one here to boss him or the other workers around.Maybe he got scared off thinking of your parents catching you two so close that night, of course that’s something you keep telling yourself.

Being stuck in your home not allowed anywhere always eats away at you. Being here wasn’t something you enjoyed any day, but actually being told you can’t leave makes you feel crazy. When your parents are away they think the maids and butlers are going to pocket the entire house and run off. But you know each staff member well enough to come to the conclusion that they’d never do such a thing. If only your parents would listen to you when saying this, maybe you wouldn’t be trapped in here.

When they’re off doing business or whatnot, the staff takes that as their full opportunity to get some good sleep. Just be able to relax. Your parents always have them on the go it seems, until the sun goes down. Sometimes, most of the time, even later than that. They’ll see a book out of place and call for a maid instead of doing it themselves.

The staff has always been fond of you from the beginning. Some of the older maids watched you as a little girl. You’d always beg them to help clean or just be around them. As you grew older, you stopped asking to help and went ahead and did it anyway. If you notice they happen to miss something, which is rare, you’ll grab a duster or a broom and finish the job. It breaks your heart when your parents treat them to harshly.

That’s one of the many reasons Levi is so fond of you. Even after being raised by such pigs you still managed to be your own person. To be kind. He’d worked for other wealthy families in the past and usually every member was horrid, and treated him like dirt. Then he came here and met you, a sweet girl who loves to help.

Levi remembers when he was first joined the staff at your home. It was very hectic. He didn’t expect your parents to need such assistance. Usually families would try and do some things for themselves, but no. It seems your parents need their hands held constantly like children. It was a lot to handle at once, but you made it easier for him.

You helped him set appointments, organize, or any other unpredictable needs. He didn’t talk much, but he still made it very apparent that he appreciated all of your help. Moments like those were when you would look at him and just be in awe of his beauty. To you he was like a prince. So charming and kind, his looks are just a bonus.

You find yourself rising to your feet and leaving your room. The sun has already set and the stars are lighting up the sky. Your home is quiet now, somewhat peaceful without your parents. Without thinking, you’re in the hall walking through the darkness. Your fingers trace along the wall as your toes gently push into the carpet. You’d hate to wake anyone up this late.

As if your body knows something before you do, your stomach begins to have slight butterflies before rounding the corner into the living area. Would Levi even be up this late? it’s much later than the times he’s usually out here reading. As you turn the corner your eyes land on him and you take a silent breath, that you can’t help but hold onto for a second longer.

On the sofa sits Levi. His hair is clutched between a few of his fingers as his eyes squint at the book he’s reading, almost frustrated it seems. Instead of saying anything and scaring him off you swiftly walk to him and sit yourself down. He lets out a small, ‘ah’ at your presence, not expecting you, and you can’t help but let out a small giggle at his reaction.

“What? Not happy to see me?” The sweet smile on your face makes a blush rise to his cheeks. Of course he’s happy to see you, even if he can be complicated sometimes. “Uh, no. Not that, just didn’t expect you up so late.” That’s truly what it is. He came out here with a full expectation that you, and everyone else, would be fast asleep. “I guess we’re both night people, huh?” You shove at him lightly with your arm and he smirks.

There’s a silence that falls over you two, but it’s not uncomfortable. You can’t help but move a bit closer to him, the situation feeling all too familiar. This time Levi isn’t tensing up, or moving away. If anything, you’re pretty sure he moves closer to you ass well. “What are you reading this time?” Your sweet voice makes him shiver.

His eyes scan over your features, sticking to your lips for a little too long. This doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “Just some romance novel I picked up, it’s sorta frustrating to read.” “How so?” Your eyes sparkle in interest. Your bodies are so close, just the side of your leg pressed up against his has his heart racing. That and the fact you look beautiful right now.

“They both like each other and won’t act upon it, and it just keeps getting drawn out. All it is is boring conversation and hearing their thoughts. They should just kiss already.” He watches as your face moves closer to his, lip sinking into your bottom lip. “I think they should just kiss already, too.”

That’s all it takes for Levi to close the gap in-between you two. Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, while his hands have already started grabbing at your waist. His touch sends electricity through you. You’d only been with a few men, and Levi was already making you feel a knot in your stomach that you’d never felt before. It was a good feeling.

A feeling of excitement.

One of his, rather big, hands trail up your spine causing you to shiver at his touch. The hand goes all the way up until it reaches the base of your neck, tangling in your hair. You can’t stop yourself from moaning into the bruising kiss as his fingers tug at your locks. He smirks, and you feel it. His other hand squeezes your thigh, sending a jolt right to your heat.

Levi pulls back to examine your face, rosy cheeks and eyes half open. “Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he cursed before diving back in. This time his lips are attack your neck, nibbling and licking as you let out high pitched sighs.

This is all happening so fast, but you love it. There is so much built up tension between the two of you and it’s all coming out. You can’t stop yourself from tugging at his shirt, a whine falls from your lips. There’s no telling how many times you’ve dreamed of seeing this man without a shirt on. He follows your complies and pulls the shirt over his head, exposing the pure glory beneath. Yes, glory.

You stare for a good moment. He’s so fit, more than you imagined. “Like what you see?” He teases with a cocky smile. “More than like, I could look at you all day.” The blush that spreads across his face doesn’t go unnoticed by you. He looks into your eyes and his hands snake under your shirt, slightly pushing you backwards until your back meets the sofa. He’s above you now, with a shit-eating grin.

When his fingers make contact with your chest he can’t help but bite his lip. You don’t have a bra on. “Do you want me as much as I want you?” You’re about to answer his question, but his fingers brush against your nipples. The action makes you let out a soft gasp at the feeling. “What was that?” He asks with that same cocky smirk, “Use your words princess.”

The pet name just sends you for another loop. “Yes,” you manage to get out, “I want you.” He presses his lips to yours, then your neck again, before discarding of your shirt. His soft lips trace down you stomach with light feathery kisses, making your breathing become uneven. His fingers loop in the waist ban of your shorts before pulling them down your legs, tossing them in some random direction.

Everything happening has your head spinning. In the best way possible, of course. His mouth is hovering about your clothes core now, it’s enough to drive you mad. Your excitement is visible on your underwear. “So wet,” he coos, his breath fanning against you. He takes off the last item on your body, leaving you bare.

For a second you want to close your legs when the shyness kicks in, but Levi acts quick. His lips attack to your clit in an instant, and your fingers fly to his hair. Tangling and pushing him closer into you. His mouth is like magic. “Fuck-“ you cut yourself off with a moan. His tongue moves up and down your slit, circling your clit. Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head.

His finger comes up to circle your entrance before pushing its way in. The way he’s working with his mouth and fingers had you seeing stars. “I’m gonna-“ right before you finish he completed stops his actions. Of course he just had to be a little shit.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he says with a smile. Just his words alone have your stomach turning. He lines himself up with you before pushing forward slowly. You hiss at the pain, never ever have you been with someone this big. He halts his actions at the sound you make, but you’re quick to beg for me. “No, keep going, please don’t stop!”

He slams into you and you hold back a scream. The pain quickly turns into pleasure as his hips start to slam into yours. “How does that feel princess?” Him and that damn pet name again. “So, So good,” you manage to get out. Unexpectedly, his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, pressing lightly. Your eyes just about light up when he brushes against that spot.

He must of saw the sparkle in your eyes, so he does the same movement. Over, over, and over again. It doesn’t take long before you’re coming undone around him, shaking and vision blurring. His movements continue until he’s coming inside of you, deep grunts escaping his mouth. The only sound is heavy breathing as Levi lays on top of your chest.

“Do you want to go to my room and cuddle?”

Levi looks at you with a childish grin. “of course.”

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flareish · 3 years

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Rival

akaashi x reader

summary: you and akaashi are fighting for that #1 class rank. however there is not just a scholarship at stake here but some deeply hidden feelings too

genre: rivals to lovers

word count: 2.1k

warnings: kissing, there is a kinda sexual joke

a/n: ahhh! my first request thank you so much! I haven’t written for akaashi yet but he is so great so I hope this does him justice. Love our pretty setters.

Rage consumes you. You want to throw Akaashi out of the wall of windows right now. It’s only one test you tell yourself. One test that he managed to scrape in one point higher than you. You got 99% and somehow this idiot gets 100%. Quickly putting your stuff away you try and slip out of class before you he finds out. You would like to avoid his snarky remarks.

“Oh, that’s a pretty good score.” Too late. Akaashi has appeared from behind you, smugness ran through his sarcastic comment. You compose yourself and bounce right back.

“Thought I’d give you a little something since I’ve been crushing your scores lately.” You fire back. He’s not the only one who can play at this game.

“Careful you might just give the spot away at this point.” That spot being #1 in class rank as well as the hefty academic scholarship that goes with it. The spot you’ve occupied for the past two years and suddenly this guy comes out of nowhere and tries to take it from you, right before it really matters.

“Haha. Well some of us actually have stuff to do. Have fun playing with your balls.” You walk straight past him and out the class. He held a smug grin the whole time. No matter what you did it never left his face. The amount of insults you’ve thrown at each other and every time it’s you who always gets bested.

Anger fueling your walk to the point onlookers might think you were exercising, not walking home from school. You make it home in record time. As soon as you’re in your room you immediately start studying. You’ve never had to study this hard before in your life. You don’t mean to sound conceded but academics just kinda came easy to you. Sure, you had your rough patches but you just seemed to absorb information. You didn’t really have many other passions either but your parents always said that could come later right now isn’t for fun and games it is for learning. So learn you did.

The next day, your teacher had started a new project and decided to assign partners.

“Akaashi and Y/N. You two will be working together.” What did you do to deserve this? You remain in your seat waiting for him to come over but he never does. You look over and see him still sat there, reclined back in his seat talking with Bokuto who sat behind him. That’s when you realize he is waiting for you to move over there. Cocky bastard. Taking a deep breath, you swallow your pride and move over there.

“Please don’t rush, I would hate for you to strain yourself.” You snap sitting down. “That’s so great you got the hint, I wasn’t planning on getting up. Thank you for being so obedient.” Still wearing that grin. Oh, what you would do to slap it off of his face. You ignore him and start working on the project. He simply resumes his conversation with Bokuto, who never does the projects anyway. Seems like you will be doing this all by yourself. Half of you is tempted to purposefully fail but then it would just hurt your grade too. Although it would be pretty funny to see his face. He ignored you for the rest of the class. Once again you part ways.

When you go home and open your computer to continue working on the project to find that it has been already done. Did he seriously not lift a finger in class just to do a rush job right before his volleyball practice. You roll your eyes before reading through his work. You realize it hadn’t been a rush job at all but was perfect. Now you weren’t sure to be happy he actually did it or pissed that it was better than what you could have done.

After you’ve cooled down a bit you take a moment to think. Maybe he isn’t as bad as you think. You’ve never taken the time to think about why he is doing this. You just immediately jumped on that he was out to get you. That’s pretty childish now you think about it. Maybe he really needs this academic scholarship so he can go to college. There is no way you can be nice to him but perhaps you could be tolerant. You weren’t giving him that scholarship though. No matter how much he needed it, you did too.

The next day in class you are determined to stick by your discovery. With it including being nicer to Akaashi. You were talking to your friend when he came into the classroom.

“You’re so loud Y/N I swear I could hear you from across the school.” You don’t say anything just look at him and smile. You almost see his grin falter, you’re not sure if he is surprised or scared at your smile.

“Wow have I finally broken you.” You keep ignoring him. This annoys him and he pokes you. You swat at him and he chuckles before walking off. Your friend laughs at the two of you. The teacher came into the room and everyone quickly settled down and class began. You could feel Akaashi’s stare from across the room but you didn’t dare look at him.

When class ended you are your friend took your time and ended up being the last people in the classroom.

“So is ignoring him your next idea?” Your friend asks amused by the earlier interaction, “Can’t beat him then just will him out of existence.”

“No, I’m trying to be a nicer person and embrace competition.” Your friend bursts out laughing.

“That’s not going to last long. Before you know it you will be at his throat again.”

“I don’t know. Think why does he want to be #1 so badly? The scholarship. He probably needs it for college.” You say seriously.

“Ha! As if.” Your friend laughs as if she knows something you don’t.

“Why is he secretly loaded of something?” You ask kinda curious as you pack up your stuff.

“I don’t know about that but I do know he already has multiple athletic scholarships lined up.” You pause at that.

“What?” You are in complete and utter disbelief. If he didn’t need this scholarship what was the point in stealing it from you. Did he seriously hate you that much? You were beyond angry now. You throw your stuff in your bag messily and march out of the class room heading straight for the gyms. If he wanted this scholarship so badly from you, you were going to get an answer.

As you near the gyms however you hear something that stops you in your tracks.

“Are you seriously going to study for all those classes tonight?” One of his teammates asked in shock.

“He’s got to if he wants to keep up with Y/N.” Another teases. You make sure you are out of sight and continue listening in.

“Wait why do you compete with Y/N. I thought you were a jock, not a nerd.” You hear laughter and something being thrown at someone.

“Can’t you see? Our Akaashi is smitten!” You recognize Bokuto’s voice.

“Shut up you dumb owl.” Akaashi didn’t deny it though.

“He’s so crazy for them that he decided to bring his class ranking up so they would notice him,” Bokuto breaks into laughter “But now they just hate him. We got a real player here, am I right.”

You hear Akaashi yell at him and then you hear some hitting and decide to leave before you got caught. However, not once did you hear Akaashi deny it. He was just silent and then would yell at them for outing him. For telling the truth.

Akaashi likes you.

What an idiot. Who decides the way about trying to get to know someone is by threatening their biggest goal?! You can’t deny though he’s not the only smitten one. Although lately, you have absolutely hated him, before all this you actually had a crush on him. You never acted on it because you were so busy with academics. Is now a second chance? You decided to wait for him after practice.

By some miracle he is the last one left in the gym, meaning you can confront him without an audience.

“What are you waiting to jump me? I’ll warn you I’m not afraid to fight back.” He snapped at you but you kept quiet. This silence was driving him crazy. At least when you were arguing back with him you were acknowledging him but now. It was like he didn’t exist all over again. He was about to lose it when you spoke up.

“You know there are better ways to gain someone affection than trying to take the scholarship that they have been working towards for the past three years away from them.” It was your turn to shoot him a smug look. He looks like a deer caught in headlights. For once you’ve caught him off guard, good and proper.

“Wha-Who said I wanted your affections.” He tried to play it off but it was written all over his face. He truly did like you.

“You know I would have said yes.” You say nonchalantly as you begin to walk away. He snaps out of his confused stupor and grabs your arm, turning you around.

“What did you just say.” No longer is he embarrassed or caught off guard but intense and desperate. Like he had misheard what you just said. Like it was a dream.

“That maybe if you had just asked me, I would have said yes.” You try to be as confident as you were a moment ago but that was hard with a blush spreading across your cheeks.

“And what about right now?” He asked, almost pleaded. This was no longer the Akaashi you had known the past year. This was something different. Something raw and intense.

“What?” You were shocked. Was he seriously about to ask you out? Like this?

“All I ever wanted was you to talk to me. I thought that if I got my rank up that you would respect me, that I’d be smart enough to hold a conversation with you. But no matter how high my rank went, it never felt good enough so I decided that #2 would be the greatest spot I could reach. Then instead of getting you admiration and praise, you thought I was trying to steal your spot. Maybe I should have just explained then that I wasn’t but you were actually talking to me. What if after I explained it we just went back to the way it was before. Suddenly we had some common ground, so I just kept going. When you stopped talking to me today, I hated it so much. So please I know our relationship is in a weird place and we’re not even friends but-” He trailed off. He didn’t even know what he was begging for.

It was so strange to see him like this. Normally, even with his friends, he was guarded, quick-witted, confident. Now he was so vulnerable. It sparked something in you. At first, it was just a quick thought in your brain but before you knew it your body was moving. Acting on it.

You pulled your arm out of his grasp and with it his face dropped, thinking this was you rejecting him. You didn’t pay it any mind and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling his stupidy tall body down.

With that, you kissed him.

He was frozen for a moment before jumping back to life. His hands came up to your face and he kissed you back as if he would never get the chance to again. He definitely wasn’t expecting this but he wasn’t going to waste this once in a lifetime opportunity. Eventually, you pulled away and his lips chased yours back. You caught his eyes and he relented.

“Maybe we could work something out.” You say began a smug smile. You run your hand down his side and into his pocket, his eyes blew wide in surprise not really sure what you were doing. You pulled his phone out of the pocket and started putting your number in.

“Call me tonight.” When you handed him his phone back he matched your smug smile with one of his own.

“You bet.” He said as he watched you walk off. Once your back was turned you couldn’t help but let out a giddy giggle.

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Laid Bare

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Warnings: non/dubcon sex (series), general angst, arguing, two dumbasses arguing in Russian

This is dark!Winter Soldier/Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: We’re so close to the end, I’m sad.

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You stormed down the stairs, so angry you almost tumbled down and barely righted yourself with the railing. You were blinded by the white rage. You’d never been this furious. Not after everything that happened. Not at Hydra, not at Soldat, not even at the world around you.

But in that moment, you could have torn James into pieces. And you were ready to do just that.

Luka’s giggles greeted you before you entered the room. You were aware of the men who followed you only steps behind. Howard and Steve made no move to restrain you and if they had, you’d spare them none of your spite.

As you slid to a halt inside the door of the living room, you found Bucky on the floor, holding Luka above him as the boy stretched out his arms like an airplane. The zooming noises coming from the man made you even more angry. How could he sit here and pretend? How could he lie to you?

“James!” you nearly hollered, “you put our son down right now!”

He was startled, the first time you’d ever seen that look in his eyes as he stilled and even your son looked back in fear.

“Mama, what’s wrong?” Luka asked sweetly.

“Mishka, you go to our room and stay,” you ordered, “I speak with your father.”

“What’s going on?” Luka looked close to tears as James put him down.

“You don’t worry,” you said in fractured English, “you go.”

You waited as Steve reached for the boy and took him up the stairs. You turned and watched.

“Steven,” you called after him, “you keep an eye on my boy… and I keep eye on you!”

It was a poor threat as your whirling mind kept you from sense. You looked to Howard as he remained agape at the foot of the stairs.

“And you, you want to see!?” you jabbed your finger at him and devolved into Russian as you began to shake with anger. The words you called him you’d never even heard in English.

“Hey,” James touched your arm, “Howard, go.”

You spun and shoved James away. He flinched and planted his feet as he watched you. You heard Howard’s retreat and curled your lip.

“They told you,” he said plainly.

“In Russian,” you demanded, “I can’t think in your tongue!”

“I’m sorry. It’s best for all of us. I got you this far--”

“So you know that you would go to your death?” you spat in Russian, “you would leave us after all of this?”

“I’m finishing the job. I’m saving you and the boy.”

“Your boy!” you shouted, “yours! James, you idiot! It was never you and me, it was us. We got this far. Together! And now you think you owe me this? That you owe them? You earned your life.”

“I hurt you!” his voice cracked as it rose and his eyes shone, “I hurt you all those times and I remember every time.” He shook his head and backed away, almost cowering, “I remember the look in your eyes, the way you begged me to stop, and I couldn’t. Luka’s life is the one that I earned. Yours, I earned that, too. Mine is the cost--”

“No,” you barked and got closer to him, “That’s shit and you know it. It wasn’t you, you are not the soldat.” You panted and your lip trembled as you watched him, “I forgave you. I forgive you.” You neared him and he winced as you reached for his hand, his real hand, “this is you,” you said and reached to his metal fingers, “this is not. I know the difference.”

“I have to go--”

“Then I go too,” you said as you clung to his hands, “I go and we both come back.”

“No, you can’t--”

“Because I will die? You think only you get to make that choice? No, you go and I go with you,” you insisted.

He stared at you, searching, his blue eyes sparkled in confusion. His lips parted and he let out an exasperated breath, “why?”

“Because you idiot, I love you,” you dropped his hands and wrapped your arms around him as you pressed your head to his shoulder.

For a moment, he was frozen, he was shocked, he was dazed. Then he hugged you back and held you. His fingers rubbed your back and you heard his heartbeat racing, your own too.

“I…” he rasped as he brought his real hand up as you looked at him. He framed your face and his thumb glided down your cheek, “I…” his throat bobbed, “I love you, too.”

“So you let me save you this time,” you said, “it’s my turn.”

Slowly he leaned in, almost scared as his lips brushed yours. You pushed your mouth to his and kissed him. As deep as you could, as hard as you could, with every ounce of loneliness and pain that you’d felt in all those years.

He squeezed you to him as he kissed you back and for the first time, he relaxed. He just was. He wasn’t tense, he wasn’t pacing, he wasn’t bracing for the worst. He was just there with you.

You hung off of him and blindly walked him backwards. He let you guide him and by chance, you led him to the couch. He parted from your lips as he fell back and you quickly climbed on top of him. You caught yourself on his shoulders and looked him in the face.

“Do you want this?” you asked, “do you want me?”

“Yes, do you want me?” he uttered in a brittle tone.

“Yes, yes, I do,” you cradled his face and kissed him once more.

His hands walked up and down your sides and along your stomach. He explored every inch as if it were the first time. It was, really. The first time with James, the first time he’d really remember. The first time for the woman he’d saved.

You reached for the bottom of his tee shirt and he winced again. You paused and his gaze met yours as you sat up.

“James?”

“I just… I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

“You won’t,” you assured him and rolled the hem up his muscled torso.

He let you and lifted his arms. You tossed aside the shirt and he kept you from stripping off your own shirt. “No, I have to-- Just--”

He reached over to the metal along his left shoulder. His fingers curled around and he grimaced as he pulled. The arm popped off and he gasped as it fell limp beside him on the couch. The scars along his chest and shoulder ended in a stump with exposed metal that connected it to the enhanced prosthetic. He closed his eyes and looked down.

“You don’t have to be ashamed,” you said.

“I’m not,” he replied as he opened his eyes, “but I only want you to see me. Just me.”

You pecked his lips and then his cheeks and neck. His arm hooked around you loosely as he let you take control. His fingertips pressed to your flesh as he groaned and you pulled back to take off your shirt. With each breath, each touch, each kiss, you grew more impatient. You’d waited long enough.

You slung your arm around his neck and pulled him close as you took his hand and put it against your chest. He squeezed through the thin fabric of your bra. You turned and pushed him onto his back. He kicked his metal arm onto the floor as he followed your direction and you spread your body over his.

You kissed down along his throat, his collarbone, his broad chest, and when you traced the lines of his scars with your lips he shivered. You tended to each inch of him as you undressed him.

He unhooked your bra and moved more confidently as he helped you out of your jeans. You wiggled out of your panties and laid over him, your leg bent over his hips as you basked in his warmth and lost yourself in his embrace.

He turned you on your side as you kept your leg hooked around him. You reached between your bodies and he let out a sharp breath as you grasped his length. You pushed you hand up and down him and nibbled hungrily at his bottom lip.

You lifted yourself over him as he fell onto his back again. You angled him between your legs and eased onto him. He slide into you smoothly and you buried your fingers in his hair and racked your nails down his beard as you got to your limit. You moaned and began to move your hips.

He tilted into you from below as his hand trailed the curved of your back and he gripped your thigh. You rocked on top of him slowly, carefully building your motion as heat flowed between your bodies.

Your voice mingled with his and carried through the air but you didn’t care who heard. You needed him, you’d needed him for so long.

You moved faster and faster as the pressure built. You kissed him sloppily, bit at him as he nipped back, introduced yourself to this man through your touch. Your breath hitched and you pushed yourself up to straddle him completely, your hands on his chest as he gazed up at you with smoky eyes.

His hand crawled up your side and he admired the joining of your bodies with a groan. Your pelvis rubbed against his tantalizingly and you threw your head back in ecstasy as it rained down on you suddenly. You purred and pouted as you came but kept going, you wanted more, you wanted all of him.

He sat up and snaked his arm behind you. He fucked you from below as you kept your body in motion with his. His hot breath clouded around you and filled your lungs as he kissed you a dozenth time. Your lust was laced with a sense of disbelief.

He moaned and said your name. You felt how close he was and you urged him as you bucked your hips. The coach squeaked beneath your weight and you grasped his shoulders as another tidal crashed down over you.

His hand stretched across the back of your neck and he grunted. He spilled into you and you slowed until you were still. He held you in his arm and you clung to him, clung to the moment. When it was over, when it was really over, you would have to face everything else and you were happy in that moment with just the two of you.

He fell back with you against him. He dragged his fingernails over your scalp and sighed. You echoed him and inhaled the scent of his sweat. You slid your arms under him and listened to his heart calm.

“Why did you never tell me?” you asked.

“Tell you what?”

“That you love me.”

“Because I’ve done enough to you.”

“Oh, and now you’re just torturing yourself,” you turned your head to look up at him, “when this is done, when we do what they want, it’s over. We go and be happy. No more torture.”

“When this is done?” he said thinly.

“We go together, we come back together,” you pushed the end of his hair away from his forehead, “for Luka.”

“Together,” he repeated.

You dropped your head and closed your eyes. Just a few more minutes. Just a little longer before the tugging in your chest was too much. You doubted your words just as much as he did.

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someone i once knew : b.b - p.6

now that your memories are resurfacing, it’s finally time for bucky to get the answers to his questions and to see you, the real you once more. (4.1k)

oh my goodness, this is it?! a quick non soppy thank you for reading, but seriously all of your comments, feedback and excitement have made writing this series so joyful for me, so thank you and i hope you like the last part!

PART ONE . PART TWO . PART THREE . PART FOUR . PART FIVE . PART SIX (THE ENDING)

(anything in bold/italics are flashbacks/memories!)

WARNINGS: mentions of hospitals, references to bucky’s ‘death’ in CATFA, blood, angst - i think that’s it!

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Bucky ignored everyone as he stormed through the compound once he got off the jet. He didn’t care about the warnings being yelled at him, all he could hear were the words you uttered before you were taken away. ‘I remember.’

“Buck, wait,” Steve grabs Bucky by the shoulder, forcing him to a halt as he stares at Steve coldly. “she’s still fragile, Fury needs to see us, now.” Steve states, watching as the rage in Bucky’s gaze melt into sadness.

“I need to see her, Steve.” Bucky pleads as Steve lowers his hand from his friend.

“I know,” Steve sighs. “but she’s in good hands, the sooner we speak with Fury, the sooner you can see her.”

Opening your eyes, you blink rapidly as a series of faces greet you, all wearing bright smiles. “Hello, Y/n.” Someone steps forward, dressed in all black and with an eye patch covering one eye.

“I-”

“No no, don’t try and talk just yet.” The man states as he glances over his shoulder to the woman with a device in hand, tapping away at it whilst you watch in confusion. “I’m sorry to say it has been longer than it should’ve been since your last check-in.” He explains as you furrow your brows, remaining quiet. “We are aware that they are supposed to be every few years, but there was an accident involving Howard Stark.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, Howard, your dear friend who has helped you through all of this. “Is he?” You mutter, your voice is hoarse as the man simply nods.

“Due to Stark’s demise, it has taken us years to have access to your chamber.” He continues to explain, stepping away and past a group of people, strangers from those you knew whilst you remain inside your chamber.

“Years?” You ask, still tied up inside the chamber. Usually, once your eyes opened you would be released, allowed to walk with Howard and Peggy if she was available; but this feels wrong, somethings changed. “How long?”

The man pauses as he turns back to face you. “The year is 2011.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you look over at all of the people before you. “No, no that’s not possible.” You breathe out, feeling your chest tighten as you fight in the restraints keeping you inside the chamber. “It was 1989!” You state, but the man simply turns away from you. “It was 1989.” You repeat under your breath as three men approach you, one with a needle in hand and without warning, plunges it into your forearm.

“You’ll be safe, Y/n.” The man tells you as your vision blurs once more until your head rolls forward.

“Take a seat, Sargent, Captain.” Fury directs them both into the room, seeing Tony already sat, waiting for them.

Sitting down apprehensively, Bucky remains perched on the edge of his seat, hearing the plates in his metal arm whir loudly as he clenches his fist. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by Fury who spares a glance at Maria, watching her close the door to the conference room.

“Are you finally going to explain what you know about my assistant and what the hell is going on here?” Tony asks, leaning back in his chair as he rests his feet on the table.

“Yes, we will.” Fury starts and Maria hands out a file from SHIELD, dated back to the late 40′s.

Taking the file in his grasp, Bucky eyes it carefully, noticing your name etched into the cover.

“What is this?” Steve questions whilst Tony and Bucky open their files, a photograph of you clipped onto the front page.

Running his thumb over the image, Bucky remembers being there for that photo. You had just gotten your summer dress, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. A photographer captured your smile as you walked into the hall for the weekend dance, Bucky right behind you, just out of shot.

“This is Subject 359 from Project Revive.” Fury presses a button on the tablet in front of him, revealing a projection of photos, showing you stood alongside Howard Stark and Peggy Carter, images causing heartache for the three men. “Miss Y/l/n volunteered herself after the war for an initiative to suspend life.”

“She went into cryo?” Bucky speaks up, sadness etches his tone as he focuses on your bright smile in the photo of you in between Howard and Peggy.

“She did, Sargent.” Fury states. “Y/l/n was Howard’s first subject to succeed in the trials, and was put into the induced state for organised periods of time and then awoken to ensure she was still healthy in all respects.”

More images flash up, showing both Peggy and Howard getting older, but you remaining youthful between the two.

Steve can’t help but feel his heart sinking at the sight of Peggy, the years he’ll never have with her, the forgotten time as a golden band remains on her ring finger.

“So how come she doesn’t remember anything?” Tony breaks his silence, tearing his eyes from the images of his dear old Dad to focus on Fury whose frown only deepens.

The projection disappears as Fury rises to his feet before pointing to Bucky. “The winter soldier happened.”

Bucky lowers the file from his grip as he watches Fury carefully. He remains quiet, too afraid of what will be said next.

“After the winter soldier executed Howard and Maria Stark, access to the chamber Y/l/n was held in was restricted.” Fury explains, now looking over to Tony who lowers his feet from the table and sits upright.

“That’s why you needed me.” Tony can’t help but scoff. “You took my DNA.”

“Howard was a smart man, but he knew his systems could easily be overridden by someone more intelligent in the future. So he ensured the only way the chamber holding Y/n could be accessed was by his own bloodline.”

Tony laughs quietly under his breath. “Tony,” Steve starts, but Tony carries on.

“God, Dad truly had a reason for everything didn’t he?” Tony remarks. “Too bad he wasn’t alive to see what a car crash he created.” He jokes, leaning forward to glare at Bucky whose head remains buried in his hands.

“It’s all my fault.” Bucky mutters. “Everything, after all this time.” He slowly sits upright as all eyes remain locked on him like a target.

“Not necessarily, Sargent.” Maria speaks up from the sidelines. “You see, Y/n had been left in cryo for just over two decades when we finally got to her. She was disorientated, and had missed an entire segment of history, the turn of the century, evolution of technology and much more.”

“So, we did what was written according to Howard, which Y/n had agreed upon if the time came.” Fury adds. “We took her to Wakanda, and suppressed her memories.”

Bucky shakes his head, throwing your file aside as he stands up. “No, she would never do that!” He yells, slamming his metal fist into the table causing it to split.

Remaining unphased, Fury carries on. “She did, Sargent. Look in her file and see for yourself.”

Bending down, Bucky picks the file up and skims through the various pages, past your health reports and to a legal document where your signature remains inked on the bottom of the page.

“Y/n Y/l/n was a broken woman after the loss of her best friend and fiance. She trusted those that were left behind and put herself into their hands, knowing she would be making a difference and aid the future of science and medicine.” A fraction of a smile forms on Fury’s face. “But bringing her into the twenty-first century meant changes had to be made in her mind. Memories had to be rewritten and others to be permanently hidden.”

“So how come she’s now remembering?” Tony asks. “And how come she ended up here, as my assistant of all people?” He huffs loudly.

Fury spares a glance to Hill who nods, before exiting the room. “Y/n was always going to have a job of some descript within SHIELD.” Fury paces around the room as the three pairs of eyes burn into his every move. “However, when Y/n returned from her time in Wakanda, after her memories had been rewritten we got in touch offering her a job opportunity which would lead to being Tony's assistant. What we didn’t expect during that time were two super soldiers to resurface from the dead.” Fury motions to both Steve and Bucky.

“So they triggered it?” Tony pieces the details together, pointing the blame to Bucky who tenses under Fury’s cold gaze.

“It seems that way. But now that she’s remembering, the details of the life she has supposedly had all these years are fading away. She’ll be confused for a while, but the memories implanted can be removed.”

“She can forget about that life?” Bucky questions quietly, having heard you briefly discuss memories of the life you never truly lived with such vividness. “She’ll only remember the life she lived with us?”

“Yes, Sargent.” Fury states. “Y/n Y/l/n will be the same girl you left in the 40′s, give or take some level of trauma.”

“Can I see her then?” The question leaves his lips instantly, barely allowing Fury to take a breath.

Yet, Bucky watches the glances exchanged between the other men, the uncertainty in their expressions whilst Bucky remains still.

Steve slowly stands up and pats Bucky’s arm, giving him a knowing smile before heading toward the door, Tony right behind him who doesn’t spare Bucky a glance.

Now alone with Fury, Bucky can feel his body tensing under Fury’s scrutiny. “Is there something else I’m supposed to know?” Bucky tries to remain composed as his leg bounces beneath the table, his foot repeatedly hitting the floor.

“Y/n will be unconscious, in a comatose state for the next week or so.” Fury explains, watching as Bucky sinks into his seat. “It’ll take time, Sargent, for her to recover from this.”

“But she’ll be Y/n.” Bucky comments, watching Steve and Tony walk in separate directions past the glass screens of the conference room without looking back.

Fury reaches down beside him, lifting up a metal briefcase. “Before you go, Barnes,” Fury unlocks the latches on the case, lifting the lid up. “there’s something you might like back.”

Bucky raises a brow as Fury reaches inside the case, taking something out and places it on the table.

Feeling his breath hitch in his throat, Bucky doesn’t trust his legs to work properly as he eyes the small box. “I, I never thought I’d see that again.” Bucky admits, a tired chuckle following.

“We kept it as per Y/n’s wishes.” Fury remarks, sliding the box across the table as Bucky grasps it in his flesh hand, opening the lid to reveal his prized possession, unable to forget the memories laced around the diamond ring.

Smiling at the jewel, Bucky closes the lid to the velvet box and places it into his pocket. “Thank you.” Bucky mutters. “For looking after her.”

“Y/n has been SHIELDS best-kept secret for almost 6 decades, Barnes.” Fury comments. “It’s about time she’s allowed another chance at living, don’t you think?”

Nodding to himself, Bucky pushes his chair back, hearing it scrape along the wooden floorboards.

“One more thing,” Fury interrupts as Bucky reaches for the door handle. “none of it was your fault, Bucky.”

Sparing a glance over his shoulder, Bucky focuses on Fury as he remains straight-faced, but reaches forward, bringing the projection back up of you, Howard and Peggy.

“I hope she knows that too.” Bucky thinks aloud as he opens the door, closing it behind him before he can hear Fury’s response.

Watching the former soldier walk down the corridor, Fury sighs deeply as he removes the projection. “I’m sure she will.” He closes the empty briefcase, knowing that this is the end of Project Revive, once and for all.

Hanging from the railing, Bucky could hear Steve screaming his name, his arm outstretched for him to grab.

The wind was hurtling at his body full speed as his fingers began to slip from the rails, but he knew he had to make it, he couldn’t leave you for the second time and not come home.

Steve began to climb down from the train, moving across the broken frame toward Bucky, stretching his arm. “Just hang on!” Steve yells, fear rising through his tone as the bolts of the railing Bucky is grasping onto begin to creak, pulling away from the metal lining of the wall.

“Steve, I,” Bucky calls out, moving along the rail closer to his friend.

“Grab my hand, come on!” Steve cries out, knowing he can save him, he has to save his best friend. “Come on, Buck.” He mutters, thinking back to the morning before they left, seeing you in Bucky’s arms with the ring on your finger, a whole future for you both awaiting to be lived.

Looking up in desperation, Bucky cannot stop the scream leaving his lips as the railing breaks as his body becomes weightless, his arm still outstretched as he falls.

Steve screams as Bucky cries, falling through the air toward the ground at full speed.

The train carries on, turning a corner leaving Bucky truly alone as Steve breathes heavily, his heart has broken into pieces as his best friend is gone.

Lying in the snow, Bucky can feel his breaths slowing, life draining from his body as the white ice surrounding him is turning crimson. “Y/n,” He breathes out, looking up at the bare branches reaching for one another from different trees. “I’m sorry.” He whispers as his eyes begin to dip, just as several men appear above him.

Panting heavily, Bucky looks over to the clock on his bedside table. 7 in the morning, again.

He buries his face into his hand, feeling guilt course through his body knowing you’re awake and he has yet to see you. Part of him was nervous to see who you’ve become and whether you’re still the same girl he loved and lost all those years ago. Or if you’re this new version that he knew as Tony’s assistant, one who views him as the former winter soldier, not James Barnes.

Playing with the ring in his fingertips, Bucky walks toward the medical wing within the compound, already hearing laughter sounding from the room causing his heart rate to spike.

“She was amazing, truly.” You tell Steve, resting your hand over his as he tries to stop tears falling from his eyes. “And she was happy in the end, you know that, right?”

“Yeah,” Steve mutters, wiping his eyes. “but she seriously punched Howard for not taking Maria on a date sooner?” He asks again as you nod, gentle laughs sounding from you both as Bucky hovers behind the entrance, a wall of apprehension stopping him from entering.

“Do, do you think he’ll visit?” It’s almost whispered as you look down at your marked hands, scratches and dark bruises now littering your skin.

Hearing faint movements from the doorway adjacent to your bed, Steve smiles to himself for a split second. “Why’d you think he wouldn’t?”

Bucky leans closer against the doorway, his heart hanging together by a mere thread as you shakily sigh. “I just, what if I’m not who he remembers or even wants in his life?”

Ever since your memories flooded your mind, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, wondering what he’d think of you.

“I’ve been awake for two days, Steve,” You add, doubt clouding your mind as Steve silently prays for Bucky to just walk in. “and, and he hasn’t been yet I just, I,” You stumble over your words, eyes locked on the sheets covering your body as you remain unaware of Bucky turning the corner, walking toward you.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky quietly calls out, standing still in the entranceway with the box now in his pocket, out of sight as he clasps both hands together, flesh into metal.

Your hand slips from Steve’s as you force yourself further up the bed, itching to climb out.

“I wouldn’t do that, you know what Bruce said.” Steve reminds you, yet you tear the sheets from your body and uneasily rise to your feet.

“Since when did that stop me, huh?” You joke back, Bucky unable to stop himself from smiling at your playful antics with Steve, giving him a glimpse of what he once knew.

Moving closer to one another, you both can’t help but note the changes. Your gaze hovers to his metal arm, the black plates etched with gold leading to his shoulder, his long hair and stubble lining his jaw. But he still had the same loving blue eyes, even if you could see the pain lingering behind them.

Yet, Bucky could still see it’s you. Despite the bruising and cuts across your skin, you hadn’t changed one bit.

“James?” You speak up, too afraid to reach out as your hands remain by your sides.

“Y/n.” Bucky responds softly, taking a step closer as Steve watches from the sidelines, having never anticipated seeing this moment happen after he saw Bucky fall from the train all those years ago.

“It’s really you, isn’t it?” You ask sadly as tears begin to fall across your cheeks.

Taking another step toward you, Bucky lifts his arm up to brush the tears from your face. His hand shakes as he takes a deep breath, allowing himself to cup your cheek in his hand.

Closing your eyes, you rest your hand over his as he holds back the sob in his throat. “It’s me, doll.” Bucky whispers as you squeeze his hand, not wanting to let go. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He breathes out, knowing no words can truly describe the past sixty years, not yet at least.

“I’ve missed you so much, James.” You try to compose yourself, knowing it’s no use as you look up at him, the man you’ve loved. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

Chuckling sadly, Bucky nods in agreement. “I thought the same until I heard you playing the piano the other week.”

“Wake and dream medley.” You remember it, having danced many a time with him at his Mother’s house, twirling around the living room whilst Rebecca laughed with you as Bucky dipped you and dropped you by accident. “I, I,” Stumbling over your words, Bucky glances over to Steve.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Steve speaks up. “But it’s good to see you both, together after all this time.” He adds sincerely before stepping out of the room whilst Bucky guides you back toward the hospital bed, knowing you still need your rest even if you deny it.

“You’ve read my file, Y/n,” Bucky sighs. “I, I’m not the same man you knew.” He looks away, still cautious of himself, of his own mind. “There are things that I’ve done that I’m afraid of you learning about.”

Unable to take your eyes off him, you take hold of his metal arm with both your hands, gliding your fingertips over the cool metal as the plates whir into place.

And then the last thing Bucky anticipates hearing causes his ears to perk up. You giggle, a smile growing across your lips as you shuffle closer into Bucky’s embrace.

“I know James,” You tell him, lifting his arm to rest around you as you lean against his chest, inhaling the scent that was a foreign memory intertwined with old pillows after he left for war. “but I want you to know, I’ll love you, whoever you are or whoever you turn out to be. Nothing, and I mean nothing will change that.” You assure him, feeling his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage.

“You still love me?” He breathes out, trying to disguise the evident surprise in his tone, but you quickly move from his embrace, staring at him with sorrow in your gaze as your brows furrow together.

“You think I could ever have stopped?” You retort.

“Doll,” Bucky starts, but you shake your head.

“Why would you think I would’ve stopped, or possible could?” A scoff sounds from you as Bucky lowers his gaze to the marble tiles on the floor, shame overcoming his mind.

“James, for years I mourned you, I strove for a better future, dealing with losing you and Steve. My parents were gone, I had no one left besides myself.” You explain, fighting through your emotions that have been suppressed with your memories for so long. “In all that time, not once did I ever stop loving you, even if you were gone.”

“I was never very good at loving you though, Y/n.” Bucky admits. “We both know that I, I left you, twice. Both times with the promise of coming home.”

“And you did.” You comment, resting your hand on his stubbled cheek as Bucky glances up, seeing a shy smile form on your face. “You’re here now, we both are.” You chuckle in disbelief. “By some means, we’re both here, in the twenty first century, alive.”

“Never thought I’d live to see the turn of the century, let alone live in it completely.” Bucky jokes, hearing you laugh quietly. “Will, will you still have me then, Y/n?” He asks softly as he reaches into his pocket, revealing the small velvet box.

Your eyes widen in shock at the sight of it. “They gave it back to you?” You ask in disbelief, feeling the corners of your lips bury further into your cheeks whilst Bucky nods.

“And now I’m giving it back to you, its rightful owner.” Bucky states, lifting the lid revealing the ring, your ring. “That is, if you’d still like it, doll?” He apprehensively asks.

Yet, you roll your eyes, unable to stop yourself from huffing in response. “Are you seriously asking me that?” You remark, and Bucky blinks for a moment. “And like this? Come on, Buck, at least give it a little class.” You joke, only ever calling him ‘Buck’ in times of relief.

Moving from off of the bed, Bucky grunts as he kneels down in front of you on one knee. “Y/n Y/n, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife, my doll and my best friend forevermore?” His words mirror those he uttered decades ago in that old dance hall, and yet they still roll off his tongue with the same ease.

Following his action, you lower yourself from the bed, Bucky reaches out to support your waist as you kneel in front of him. “Yes,” You smile. “and I guess this time, forever means forever, huh?”

“You’re stuck with me doll,” Bucky jokes as you lean closer, your lips ghosting his.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, James.” You whisper, closing the distance between you both as you kiss him, the sensation of coming home after all this time hitting you like a ton of bricks as you wrap your arms around him, wishing to never let him go.

“Close your eyes.” Bucky whispers, and you oblige. “Think of him, think about any details that you have relived, any conversations or scenery you noticed.” Bucky suggests, trying his hardest to not reach out and take your hand in his.

Keeping your eyes closed, you try to focus on his face, hear his voice, but it’s all too much of a blur. “It’s no use.” You sigh, burying your face in your hands. “I just, I know if I ever saw him again or met him somehow, I’d know who he was.” You mumble into your palms, unaware of Bucky tearing his eyes from you, the ropes pulling his heart snapping for good, now beyond repair.

“You’ll find him, Y/n.” Bucky pats your back, hearing you sniffle.

“You think?” You ask, lifting your head back up as you half-smile to Bucky who nods.

“I’m sure of it.” He forces a smile, but you can tell it’s not reaching his eyes.

And after all this time, Bucky was right, you had found him; only to discover he’d been there all along.

T H E E N D

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nanamikentoslutt · 3 years

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"My brat to break" Levi X FemReader

THIS IS 18+

Warnings; dom levi, rough facefucking, choking, slight name calling, some slight "forced" towards the end

Synopsis: You'd been teasing your captain one too many times today and he wasn't going to let you get away with it.

Word count: 3.7k

“Come in and close the door.”

You heard from the other side of your captain’s room. Levi’s voice was more stern than usual and his bitter tone ran a shiver down your spine, this couldn’t be good. After a month of secret meetings alone with the captain you two had started somewhat of an affair, behind the scouts backs of course. But today you’d maybe taken it a step too far, blatantly teasing him on the field, bending over in front of him, even eye fucking him in the mess hall. This was the type of behaviour Levi didn’t take lightly and you knew as soon as he’d requested your presence you were in big trouble.

Walking through the door and closing it as instructed you gave your captain a firm salute and a brazen smile to show your fictitious gesture, hoping to lighten up the mood before Levi had at you. But your lame attempt hadn’t worked. Levi was sitting behind his desk, eyes now glaring at you with disdain. “Drop the act you little brat.” His eyebrows scrunched inwards and mouth slightly frowned, his entire face was looking at you with pure anger. You had seen Levi get angry at other scouts for being careless plenty of times and you knew that face like the back of your hand but you didn’t recognise this one and your chest was beginning to tighten.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Levi?”

However scared you were there was something inside you that wanted to push him even further to see how far he’d go. Would he actually hurt you? Someone he’s been sleeping with in secret? This is Levi Ackerman we’re talking about, it’s very possible you’ve misread the entire situation and you are just his plaything.

“I said drop the act. Go face the wall.”

Levi shifted his eyes over to the corner of the room and back at you, signalling where to go, his head then dropped back down to his paperwork.

“I’m sorry… what? You called me in here to face the wall?”

Your questions had interrupted Levi’s paperwork, he froze still with his pen in hand. Without looking up Levi just repeats. “Go face the wall.”

You’re in utter disbelief, this was your punishment? Is he serious? You knew you’d taken it too far today but now he was going to make you face the wall like a schoolgirl.

“Levi, I’m not a child, i-”

Cutting you off he pauses his writing from his paperwork, however this time he looks you dead in the eyes. “I won’t ask again, y/n.”

His steel eyes piercing into your face made your lower half go slightly numb, the fear that was slowly creeping away soon came back. You’d now remembered just who Levi was. Whether or not you felt you had a bond with him he was still your Captain and still one of the coldest people you knew, disobeying him was a stupid idea.

So you did as he said and moved over to the wall, facing directly at it maybe an arms length away you stand still until you hear “No, closer. All the way. I want your nose touching the wall.” Levi spat. Being the brat you are you’d usually have something witty to say, but you just inched closer to the wall, obeying Levi’s command in hopes this little performance would be over sooner. Too afraid to look behind you you could hear Levi still at his desk, signing papers and stacking them one by one. Nothing but the sound of levi’s work filled the room and your patience was wearing thin. You considered you could talk your way out of whatever Levi had planned, slowly turning your head to turn to look at him you open your mouth but before words can come out Levi already clocked your movement and is staring daggers at you.

“Face back to the wall. And hold your hands behind your back.”

The tone in his voice had shifted to something now very dark. You couldn’t understand why but the way his voice loomed over you even from the other side of the room made you rub your thighs together slowly. A warm sensation beginning to grow in your underwear all just over Levi’s instructions. Feeling grateful you were now facing the wall and not him you had just assumed you’d be here until he was done with work and then the punishment would be over.

The sound of Levi’s pen scribbling had stopped. He slowly got up from his chair and walked up behind you. Each footstep taking it’s time on the wooden floorboards beneath you both. With each step your heart started beating a little faster, you didn’t dare look behind in fear of what the Captain would do.

Levi was now a fingers length away from you, he slowly ghosted ever so slightly over your neck. He immediately recognised your sped up breathing pattern and caught the side of your eye to give you a small, low chuckle. Only mocking how easily it took to scare you, and how quickly he could sense it too.

“Where did that brat from earlier go?”

Levi wasn’t touching you yet you’d accumulated a small patch of wetness between the slick of your little cunt that was causing your insides to fire up. You turned your head to the side to face Levi’s

“I’m sorry for earlier, captain, please forgive me.”

You little shit. You knew just how much Levi loved being called captain. You call him it every day infront of everyone but calling him that when you’re both alone drives him crazy but unfortunately for you he’s not quite foolish enough to let your sly attempts at mercy persuade him.

Running his fingers down the arch of your back he delicately grazes his calloused hands over the curve of your clothed ass, his face has now slightly softened but his eyes are still burning into your face. One look at you and he knew what kind of state you were in.

Levi thinks about your almost endearing attempt at calling him captain in hopes for some kind of plea but gazing down at your backside he forgets any kind of deal.

He methodically and without any hesitation removed each and every one of your straps connected to your uniform, lifting up your arms which were still placed behind your back to help him unbuckle everything he needed to and placing everything neatly on the chair next to him. The colour of your cheeks now a rosy glow, you feel your heartbeat in your throat.

“Levi, please, I was only kidding today. It won't happen again, you’ve made your point. I’m sorry.”

Levi doesn’t seem to register your whines. He continues removing the belt on your trousers. Now loose they begin to sag down slowly past your hips, falling down to the bottom of your thighs revealing your cotton panties.Your hands now desperately fumbling to pull them back up, the humiliation of having Levi see the wet patch between your legs leaves you hopelessly begging for another deal.

“Please, Sir, I apologise for my insubordination earlier and it won't happen again, ever.”

Levi stepped back to watch you try and pull your trousers up for a short moment, his eyes darting from your face back down to your ass cheeks. Folding his arms he gives an almost unnoticeable grin, “Sir now is it?”. He just shook his head in amazement at your once again. pitiful attempt at some kind of plea. His nonchalonce to your begging only made you finally come to the realisation he wasn’t listening.

Turning to Levi with your back now against the wall he places one hand flat on the wall next to your head and the other he traces his index finger in a slow, swirling motion around your collarbones, making way down to your clothed breasts.

“You know I hate desperate little runts like you, y/n. Messing with me all day… now we’re alone you get all sheepish.”

His eyes followed the finger used to drive you over the edge, rubbing around your clothed nipple. Eyes wide on him you started to rub your thighs together slow enough he wouldn’t notice, but he did, because he notices every little detail your body gives off. Now cupping your breast he leans into your neck,

“Fucking cocktease.”

Squeezing tight you let out a moan, now desperate for his touch. The other evenings with Levi hadn’t gone like this before, this was the first time you’d landed yourself in trouble and this new feeling of humiliation made you question your sanity, why were you so fucking wet?

Squeezing your thighs together Levi pulls himself back and looks you up and down.

“Enough of that, remove your clothes.”

You paused for a brief moment, you wasn’t sure if Levi was instructing you to get naked for sex or something else and the idea frightened you, but Levi’s anger terrified you more.

You removed the remainder of your clothes, dropping them in front of you and pushing them aside with your foot. You held your hands together in front of your exposed cunt while keeping your eyes glued to the floor. Levi went across the room and brought back a chair, dragging it across the floorboards. He placed it in front of you and sat down, legs crossed and arms folded. He was now looking up at your glowing face. He paused for a moment, taking in every inch of your body, watching you tremble with just his eyes on you. Your breasts were slightly squeezed together where you were desperately holding on to your nether region for fear of letting on just how fucked up you were.

“Sir… no, Captain… no, no, Levi, I mean- Please tell me what you want?”

The corner of Levi’s mouth turned slightly upwards, hiding just how hot he was getting seeing you so coy he quickly returned to his more authoritative stare. Moving his crossed legs slightly on the chair to adjust his now growing member.

“You’re going to remove your hands and hold them behind your back. Like I said originally, brat.”

Your head bowed, you moved your eyes up to meet his and let whatever you were feeling take over. There was no use begging or whining.

“OK…”

Levi cocked his head and raised and eyebrow, voice slightly louder than before,

“OK, what..?”

“OK, sir.”

Not wanting to anger him anymore you stood up straight and did as he said. Your captain was not a patient man but when it came to watching you go bright red under his gaze, he could leave you hanging for as long as he pleased.

Now staring at your exposed cunt Levi's eyes turned glossy for a moment from being unable to blink, getting transfixed over your glistening folds, watching a small dribble run to the tip of your thigh. Clenching into nothing you were working yourself up even more, being so humiliated made you so desperate for levi to fuck you. Now watching him see just how wet you are you were hoping for some kind of release.

Still sitting he reached an arm out behind your thigh and pulled you closer to him, now eye level with your navel. He took two fingers and slowly felt the opening of your wetness, running down in between your folds. He pulls back and glances at his now coated fingers.

“Tch. Disgusting.” Levi mocked, his tone defying his true feelings for your body.

He comes back and this time uses both hands to spread you open slightly and inspect you almost clinically. He notices how you’re still tensing your pussy onto nothing but your walls, working up the warmth and only becoming more soaked. With one hand keeping you spread, he slowly moves two fingers on his other hand in circular motions over your clit, letting out a whine you start to move your hips onto his fingers desperate for more friction.

“Stop moving.” He instructed, your body tensing up, the hair touching the back of your neck now getting stuck to your skin where you’ve worked yourself up into a small sweat. You did as he said and halted.

Rubbing over your bundle of nerves he stands up, face to face with you, and cautiously puts a hand around your throat. Applying some light pressure you start to moan into his face, his lips brush against your warm cheek

“Is this what you wanted?”

His voice makes your knees go weak as his breath rains through your ear. He licks the side of your neck and tightens the grip on your throat.

“Yes, yes this is what i-”

Shoving his two fingers inside your sloppy cunt he starts finger fucking you, keeping you in place with his strong grip held tightly around your neck.

“I asked you a question cadet.”

Not giving in he speeds up. Inserting a third finger and stretching out your eager hole.

“Yes Sir, this is what I wanted.”

Giving everything you have to keep your eyes focused on your captain you start to feel a warm sensation rise to your head, your cunt clenching over his fingers mercilessly slamming into you. Getting harder to breathe, Levi feels your impending orgasm and uses his grip around his throat to slam you into the wall, his three fingers fucking you so hard you hardly notice you’re unable to breathe properly. The sound of his knuckles slapping against your folds is overtaken by your desperate moans and pleas to cum. Feeling the coil in your stomach your body starts to shake,

“Yes, yes, please, I’m going to cu-”

Without hesitation Levi pulls his fingers out of you and removes his hand from your neck, stepping back.

Jerking your body from the release you gulp in the air, panting and hunching over. The sick fuck refused to let you cum, he’d brought you all the way to the edge and left you there.

Pulling a handkerchief out of his pocket he wipes away the cum you’d spilled onto his hands, meticulously getting everything off and placing it back. He puts both hands in his pockets and gives a small, devious smile your way.

“Levi, what the fuck was that?”

Your heated face from earlier now getting hot with rage, your anger leaving you completely dissatisfied, you grasp and his shirt, looking up at him begging for more. Flinging your arms around his neck and pulling your body onto his clothed torso you moan in his ear, you’re so needy and cock hungry.

“Please, please, you know what I want, you know exactly what I want, I'll be good.” You cry out, frantically smothering his neck with sloppy kisses, running your fingers through his hair.

He takes his hands out of his pockets and gives out a moody hum, as if contemplating your desperate whines. Even Levi couldn’t help himself with you, seeing you so pathetic was making his cock twitch in his pants and he needed some release himself.

“Alright brat, calm down. Be good and you’ll get what you want.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Levi grabs your hair at the back of your head and forces you down on your knees, unbuttoning his trousers he releases his thick cock, still not fully hard but stiff enough for it to bounce up a little. Your mouth starts to water just at the sight of it, making you thrust your hips into the air for some kind of release. Gaping your mouth and sticking your tongue out you look up at him like a hungry dog at its owner. But the strength he held on your hair was forcing you back just by the tip.

Pulling on his strength you slowly brought yourself just close enough so your tongue could touch the tip, lapping up the salty precum that was dribbling out of his pink head.

“Is this what you wanted?”

His fistful of your hair using your head to tease you, moving it back and forth from his cock. He loves watching you get so weak and whiny for him, his face now turning into a more cocky expression. Eyes wide on him, begging for it, he slams his cock into your mouth, not holding back he uses his other hand to take grip of your hair, fucking your face so fast you barely have time to breathe. He keeps a motion of in and out, in and out for as long as he can before he sees your eyes light up, and your hands flail up to his thighs, indicating you need air. He lets you take a few deep breaths before he’s back to skullfucking you.

Your drool pooling down the base of his cock and dribbling down to your chest, you let out muffled noises that make Levi pull his head back and give out a deep grunt.Your wet mouth has brought him close but he isn’t finished with you.

He pulls out and looks down at your cute, sloppy face. Smiling up at him you swallow all the spit in your mouth and open wide for him to enter again, ready for him to continue using you as his little slut.

Levi loved how wild his cock made you, looking down at you with pure amazement in his face he loves how ready you are for him at all times, being able to take his full length and happily forfeiting your own breathing just for a drop of his cum.

He lets go of your hair and orders you to bend over the desk, which you of course oblige to. Hastily moving your body from the ground your excitement makes you almost fall over. Getting into your usual position on the desk, Levi removes his clothes, his cock still rock hard however he takes the time to place his clothes in a folded placement on the chair.

“You’re a fucking runt, you know that?”

Levis ghosts behind you and whispers in your ear, the words making your entire body melt. His wet cock lightly brushing your ass cheek. Using his hand to guide himself inside your pulsating cunt his teases the tip, followed by him calmly entering his full length inside you, stretching your walls to accommodate him. Levi loved being rough but he always knew to take it slow on the first few thrusts with you.

You let out a loud moan, pushing back into him to signal you were ok, your dripping cunt was so greedy for him.

“Fuck.. that feels so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck..”

Your voice breathy and low, causing Levi to snake his hand around your body, squeezing your breast in his hand and using the other on your hip to position you just right on his cock. He pulls the entire length out and slams into you with no reluctance, thrusting in and out of your longing hole and pinching and twisting your erect nipple. His grip on your hip tightening as his movement in you was speeding up, sweat forming on his brow as he was working himself up into you, using your body as his own fucktoy.

Your cries were filling his office, getting louder and louder, the occasional sensation of his soft balls slapping on your clit was building the knot in your stomach, feeling a warm sensation you clench around his cock and gasp in the air, your walls pulsating on his member you arch your back up on to him and let him continue you fucking out your orgasm.

Your head drops back onto his neck, the hand that was used to toy with your nipple delicately finds its way gently around your neck, Levi looks at you and pulls you in for a deep and sloppy kiss, still keeping his pace your eyes look to his in pure bliss giving him a toothy grin, you’d gotten exactly what you wanted and he knew it, Levi couldn’t hide his smile from you much longer and went to ravage the groove of your neck,

“You little shit.”

He gave you what you wanted but he wasn’t done with you just yet, and he wasn’t letting you leave without a cunt full of cum. He quit the cute shit and forced you back down on the table, your cheek now slammed on the wood of the desk, his hand on your face keeping you there. His cock aching inside you he used your dripping hole for his own pleasure, ignoring your staggered whines when he went too deep. Get much rougher with you your cunt couldn’t take anymore, unable to move your head up from the desk or even your body from off of him you were forced to stay in place and let him finish

“Ugh.. Sir, please cum inside me.”

A tear forming out the corner of your eye from the overwhelming pain your guts were receiving fell down the side of your face. Levi now approaching his orgasm kept himself deep inside you, his whole body tensing and his hand tightening the grip on your poor face.

“Shit…”

His hot seed unravelled itself inside you, painting your insides. He stayed inside you for a brief moment while his cock started to soften and he could catch his breath, his hand slowly releasing pressure on your face.

In no time at all he was putting his clothes back on, buttoning up his shirt while you were fumbling on the ground finding your clothes, so tired you’d forgotten where everything was.

Giving each other space to clothe yourselves you sat on the chair, still slightly out of breath you let your head fall back, a quiet laugh starting to crawl out of your mouth.

“I always get what I want, Captain.”

Levi was always going to give you what you wanted, although he was humanities strongest he still couldn’t control himself around you. Composing himself and wiping down his shirt he walked towards you, your brazzen smile beaming into his face. Pulling himself down to you, hand on the back of your chair, nose to nose his cold grey eyes scanning you,

“I always knew you were a little brat. Some brats just need some discipline.”

“And I suppose you’ll be the one to do the disciplining, huh captain?”

Your cocky face and snide remarks made Levi look at you like a challenge. He’d broken many brats in his time and he was happy to break you.

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cattypatties · 3 years

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My Wish

“A unicorn that can grant wishes if you touch it? How original.”

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He remembered saying that a while ago, around 2 years ago actually. Of course, at the time he didn’t think much of it, I mean…why would he?

It was just a stupid comment about one of the many scripts that had been assigned to the rabbit for an episode of the “New Looney Tunes Show” not to be confused with “Looney Tunes Cartoons” or even “The Looney Tunes Show”, obviously.

And of course since they were all toons, that unicorn? Was real, much like any of them were. Not like humans per say with the actual physics, but it could theoretically exist outside of some computer software.

The magic included.

Now, typically these types of things never interested Daffy. I mean since 1937 the Duck had found himself just doing what he was required to do, even trying to go further beyond to prove his worth, which of course never worked out in his favor anyway. Still, the point being, Daffy never found a reason to be bothered with anything else.

All he really focused on was his job and this isn’t to say he never batted an eye at anything else in life on the ServerVerse, of course not! He had been on plenty of adventures in his life and had a plethora of companions.

It was just…a bit hard when everyone seemed to always overshadow you.

And they didn’t mean it, they only wanted the best for you.

But that's another story for another time, instead let’s backtrack.

“A unicorn that can grant wishes if you touch it? How original.”

And why in particular was this so special? Why on earth would Daffy care for this one off character in a show that ended a while ago?

Well…

Let’s just say it was because of what had happened a few months ago.

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But before we get into all of that, let’s focus on fundamentals.

…

That sounds awfully familiar right?

Well either way, in order to understand the story ahead, we need to understand the individual.

The hero.

Bugs Bunny, though he had many titles.

Leader, Star, Mascot, and many more, though we don’t have all the time in the world for that.

And he was well known by all means, practically the face of the company itself besides that big shield.

Humble, slightly cocky with a Brooklyn accent and an iconic catchphrase and wit to present itself against any foe and come out on top?

Yeah, no wonder everyone loved him.

He was perfect.

His eyes especially, a golden honey color that reminded you of an angel’s halo, with his soft grey and white fur that was absolutely radiant in the warm sunshine. His cute little red nose that twitched. Sometimes when he was curious he’d glance around like a child and let out his adorable laugh that sounded like a sweet symphony and ended with a smile that could light up the entire room.

Needless to say, when Daffy fell in love with him for the first time, he fell hard.

————

So..

Why the unicorn?

Well..the answer to that…is rather complicated, but I’ll tell you anyway.

———————

A choice.

That’s why he needed the unicorn.

Because it had been a choice that his damn rabbit made that ended the game.

A glitch.

Sometimes the Duck wished he had never spoken, but lo and behold, he had never realized what an impact his words had until that fateful day.

“In and out”

He hated it.

How simple the plan was anyway, and he supposed it should’ve been clear as day with the expressions Bugs was making, but foolish Daffy simply thought he had been worried for Lebron’s sake.

“Crossover, Stepback..”

He remembered how everyone immediately reacted, their breaths being caught in their throats, Lola running towards him to try and stop him.

“Shoot.”

What else was there to say?

When he glitched out, the game continued, and they won.

They won and then he glitched out and disappeared from Lola’s arms.

——————

So that led back to now.

Daffy walked around in the forest, his eyes watering, with each and every step he took a flash of Bugs doing the accursed step back glitch.

The sunshine peeked through the treetops above, as a gentle breeze brushed past the duck.

Daffy having been restless since Bugs..glitched out. So, he had been wandering.

All over TuneWorld in hopes of finding that unicorn, everyone already having accepted the rabbit to be long gone. Some tried to stop the duck because they knew it would only be more painful when he failed.

But even then, the duck shut them out completely, fully refusing to accept it.

Because it had left him restless.

The first night, Daffy thought it was just a bad dream.

Around the tenth night Daffy had not slept in a while by then.

And by now? The duck had decided to take action.

So yeah, he was hoping to find that unicorn, just one wish.

That’s all he wanted.

He just wanted one wish, one damn wish that made his heart flutter, that made his life better.

One wish that he took for granted in the past, but would never again.

Until suddenly it had turned night as Daffy’s heart sank.

How long had he been searching hopelessly for a miracle?

He glanced down to see his webbed feet covered in dirt and leaves as he sighed, before walking over to a nearby pond and seeing his reflection, his feathers all messy and his eyes clearly missing out on sleep. He frowned before seeing his hands also slightly bruised as he felt the tears from his eyes finally fall, down into the water below his reflection turning into that of ripples as he fell to his knees and cried softly, the duck moving to sit down normally as he pulled his knees to his chest and buried his head into them.

It was stupid.

So stupid how he thought, that he, Daffy Duck, could find that unicorn.

He felt absolutely idiotic, and he had been at this, for weeks.

But she wasn’t anywhere to be found.

And he wouldn’t get that wish.

No matter how badly he wanted it.

——————-

He didn’t know when he drifted off, he didn’t exactly care either.

When he had awoken, he noticed of course he was still near that pond, as he glanced around to see it was really dark out.

Daffy shifted as he slowly moved to stand, before glancing around the dark forest, small parts lit up by the moonlight, until suddenly he saw it.

An outline of which looked to be the unicorn. The duck’s eyes widening as adrenaline filled him and he immediately ran towards her.

His heart rate picked up, as he sprinted, lungs burning and legs aching, but he didn’t care.

Her figure started to dash off, as a surge of newfound determination coursed through him. Picking up his speed, he jumped over fallen trees, and ducked underneath branches, as he kept going, pushing himself to go even faster.

‘Come on’

He thought his vision started to blur from the tears forming in his eyes again, his chest tightening even more.

‘Please’

His mind begged, his voice caught in his throat.

The duck got closer and closer, until suddenly…

He tripped, just outside of the forest into a large field, the unicorn galloping away, until out of sight into the darkness.

Daffy hit the ground hard when it happened, bruising his bill as he quickly pushed himself up before seeing she was gone as he felt everything collapse onto him as he yelled out in anguish and clenched his hands into fists, pounding them onto the ground.

Again, again, and again.

Over and over.

Until he couldn’t feel his hands anymore as he broke into heavy sobs

He missed him

He missed his one chance at getting him back.

And there was nothing he could do.

The duck feeling his heart break into a million pieces all over, the small ounce of hope he felt shattered.

And he didn’t care anymore.

Not about anything.

He just wanted to see him one more time, and because of his stupid luck he wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t ever see Bugs again.

And that broke him.

Eventually however, his sobs did die down. His breathing slowed and his throat was hoarse. The toon wiping his eyes as he sighed shakily.

Until suddenly as he leaned back he felt something against him as he turned to see the unicorn, and he stumbled backwards.

“B-but how- I thought- you just-“

He stammered looking between her and where he thought she went, his brain wracking for an answer until finally he fell back onto the grass groaning

“Ugh, of course the universe wants to pull this crap with me.”

He grumbled, as he huffed.

The unicorn smiled as she leaned down and nuzzled against his face and he smiled weakly petting her face, as he sighed.

“Alright, enough of this..emotional turmoil.”

He said quietly before he stood up and kept his hands on her face as he looked to her

“Ok..um, hi.. uh..”

He stumbled over his words now feeling a new anxiety rise in him

“Just..I-I wish..for..”

He closed his eyes taking a deep breath trying to steady himself, as he shook slightly, his heart racing as he felt his face flush.

“I wish..for Bugs Bunny to be alive.”

He said quietly squeezing his eyes shut and waiting

His nerves flying through the roof, until suddenly he opened his eyes and she was gone as he looked around desperately, to see nothing as he felt fear slowly taking him over

“No, no, no, no, please—“

He whispered, voice shaking, until suddenly…

“Eh, what’s up Duck?”

Daffy pausing his panic, as he felt his face warm up, and his eyes water and he turned to see the the rabbit right behind him, with the same smile, and the same relaxed expression and most of all the same beautiful eyes as Daffy felt himself grin as he lunged at him and the two fell the ground laughing as Daffy pulled him close Bugs patting him on the back as they embraced.

“You’re back!” He cried, tears streaming down his face as he continued laughing in utter joy and disbelief

“Y-you're really here!”

Bugs smiling more as his nose twitched

“Aw shucks Daff, if I had known you’d be this sappy, I wouldn’t have left.”

He teased slightly, as the duck’s face flushed more and he pulled back half glaring at him as he lightly punched the rabbit’s arm

“Oh shut up already, would you? This is your fault smartass!” He said chuckling

Bugs smiled gently at him as he rolled his eyes before moving to wipe away Daffy’s tears.

Daffy leaned into the touch, smiling stupidly as the rabbit smoothed down his feathers and got rid of most of the dirt on him.

Eventually the duo standing as Daffy sighed in relief

“God you have no idea how much I missed you, we got to go tell the others!” He said quickly perking up as he grabbed the rabbit’s hand as the two sped off.

——————

The reunion amongst the toons being that of the most sappy heartfelt thing ever as everyone practically tackled Bugs, much like Daffy had.

And as the group eventually got back into the swing of things, a month had passed and everything seemed to go back to normal. Although Daffy wasn’t exactly getting sleep still.

Nightmares having never stopped plaguing him, as the duck one day found himself sitting down on a stone wall, outlooking the same field where he had wished Bugs back.

He sat criss cross on top, resting his elbows in his lap as he had his head in his hands, and the sunlight shined upon the grass below, a soft breeze gently blowing the blades of grass.

A beautiful blue sky up above as the tired duck looked out upon it.

Until suddenly his eyes were covered by soft silky gloves as he smiled a bit, chuckling

“Oh gee, I wonder who this is?”

He asked sarcastically as he heard the sweet sound of Bugs' laugh escape the rabbit’s mouth.

“How’d you guess already?”

He asked, removing his hands as he sat down next to Daffy smiling like an idiot.

Daffy glancing over as he shrugged with a slight smirk

“Call me crazy, but..I’m thinking it’s because you’re the only one childish enough to do that.”

He said, Bugs in response laughing again as he leaned his head on the duck’s shoulder looking up at him

“Actually doc, I tink I prefer to call you Daffy.”

Daffy, feeling his face flush from the contact as his heart raced and he groaned a bit, rolling his eyes.

“What a comedian you are.” He said softly

The duck then turned back to the field before he felt his hand being taken by the rabbits and intertwined with his. As he glanced back over face turning redder as he raised a brow.

“W-whatcha doing there pal?”

He asked nervously.

The grey bunny looked back at the duck, seemingly having been focused on the field too.

“Whatever do you mean?” He asked, with a slight shit eating grin on his face as Daffy felt his face burn even brighter

“Oh you smug son of a—“

Bugs only grinning more as he sat up now, and moved his free hand to place one finger on the duck’s bill effectively silencing him as he chuckled.

“Eh, sorry Mac, but I only let you get away with it the foirst time because it was after hours, we have to keep it PG for the kids.”

Daffy glaring silently at him before removing his hand with his free one and huffing

“Yeah yeah, I know bucktooth.”

He said before eventually looking down to see Bugs having also intertwined their other hands, now both sets intertwined together as Daffy went back to being a blushing mess.

“J-just what the heck do you think you’re doing?!” He harshly said, though his burning face gave him away as Bugs only smirked.

“Just having some fun duck, don’t mind me”

He said watching the shorter toon turn even redder as he snickered slightly.

Daffy feeling his heart dance and do backflips as he sighed enjoying the feeling of having Bugs hands in his own, as he smiled softly, his feathers puffing a bit, before remembering the golden eyes on him as he hastily let go and backed up face on fire.

All the while Bugs only watched him lovingly.

Eventually however, Daffy felt his chest tighten as he thought about the rabbit before him, how carefree he was..and while it was nice having him back…Daffy knew that while not likely, there was a small chance of Bugs disappearing on him again, as he slowly found the courage to look at him and moved closer.

“Uh..hey Bugsth?”

The rabbit’s ear flicking as he looked to him as his smile faded a bit

“Yeah?”

“Um.. I uh.. well..for the longest time I—“

“Daffy.”

“Y-yeah?”

“You’re trying to confess right?”

“W-what?! N-no!”

“Yeah, you are.”

“No I’m not!”

“Yeah.”

“No!”

“Yeah”

“NO!”

“No.”

“YEAH!”

“No.”

“YES I AM YOU SCREWY RABBIT! I HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE YOU FIRST KISSED ME ON THE FOREHEAD IN THAT ONE EPISODE WE DID AND- I-I-“

Daffy pausing now standing upright as his eyes widened and he looked to Bugs, who now went back to the same relaxed, smug expression on his face as the duck gawked at him

“Y-you- j-just-“

“Uh huh.”

“I-I-“

“Yep.”

Daffy glaring before his face burned a thousand times brighter and he put his face into his hands groaning loudly as Bugs only laughed

“YOU ARE SO- ARGH!”

He yelled out as he marched up to the rabbit pressing a finger into his chest as Bugs only smirked at him, raising a brow

“I’m so what? Handsome?”

He teased again as Daffy only yelled out louder at him as Bugs smiled before pulling him into a kiss as the duck paused and felt his legs wobble beneath him before melting into the kiss blushing brighter as the two stayed like that before eventually pulling back as Bugs gently pet Daffy’s cheeks with his thumbs.

“You’re despicable.”

He growled but with a slight lightheartedness to it, Bugs only shrugging as he said

“Eh, it ‘‘twas your wish doc.”

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