#six-eared-gremlin

[monkiebois]

Peach Blossom Jade Ch17

Click for better quality.

THIS FANFIC WAS MADE BY NONE OTHER THEN MY FATHER SIX-EARED-GREMLIN!

It's called Peach Blossom Jade and its SO CUTE AND SWEET AND IM TERRIFIED CAUSE THERES SOMETHING IN THE CORNER AND AGH-

In all seriousness, I loved this latest chapter and decided to draw it today for my dearest friend and dad @six-eared-gremlin-ao3 as a gift <3

[sketchquill]

Behold, some more LEGO Monkie Kid Y/N art (＾▽＾)／

[fansids]

"C'mon bud, Ol' Sūn will show you the ropes."

The first piece for the rewritten Shadow of the King au ft. pre-jttw era Sun Wukong and child Macaque (Liù ěr here). This was a lot of fun to make, especially when creating the differences in SWK n Macaque's past vs present designs.

Also, unshaded version:

[genderfluid-druid]

.

[moralesispunk]

I think you're either team ghost x civilian wife! reader where the rest of the 141 have no idea you exist or team they know and it's a very familial like and I'm the first one

simon who does everything he can to keep you his secret, even more so when your family starts to grow. when he's finished with a mission he will spend the next 48hrs barely sleeping, moving around to make sure no one is on his tail before making it home into your arms.

it's not that he doesn't trust the 141, but you and your family are far too precious to trust anyone with. you've heard the stories of all of the other men, are sure you would need only one look at them to be able to guess which man belongs to the many names he's told you over the years, but you're aware they don't know that you exist.

that on the rare nights simon ventures out to meet them for a sole pint between missions they think he's holed up in some bachelor flat back in manchester, perhaps with a string of women that come and go, but they couldn't be more wrong with his wedding band hidden under his gloves when he's home like now or safely in his drawer at home when he's on missions.

and it's not that he doesn't wish he could shout about you from the rooftops. everyone in your town knows that the big scary man whose face is always conveniently hidden in the shadows has a missus at home who brings your chubby babies to the toddlers and drops your kids off at school.

but the 141 don't know about you, not until enough time has passed since simon retired to consider it safe enough. simon with his aching joints and trembling hands, the ringing in his right ear and back pain that requires at least two, hour long soaks in the bath a week. simon the husband and dad who has butterfly clips in his hair and at least one nail painted from the game of hairdressers his oldest likes to play, a bright pink plaster on his knee to match the youngest, and one hand on your belly at all times with the third (and final in your opinion but simon is working on that) of your brood.

simon who is out for drinks with the 141 three years after retirement and slips and says something about moving house and the hassle, the rest of the men deciding they will help and so simon decides it's finally time. but he doesn't forewarn them about his family before the day, standing in the garden of your packed up house that your family has outgrown while the men stumble out of the van they hired only to stop dead in their tracks when they see you.

you who is waving in the doorway, a toddler on your hip and looking like you're about to pop while another child - maybe six or seven by their guesses - swings from simon's arm, with a dog jumping up paws on his chest. and like the man he is he doesn't explain, just jerks his chin towards the piles of boxes and empty moving van he's started to pack.

"think you can start making a move on that?"

a few hours later and still no explanation from simon, he's in the first van packed with all the furniture and bigger boxes with you and the kids and the guys follow behind, slack jawed and still confused as they stay speechless until they pull up at the new house.

they're still staring at you as you pile out of the first van and you're shaking your head, elbowing simon in the ribs and muttering a "put them out their misery, Si" and they swear they almost drop dead when they see how gently he handles you, an arm around your waist and a kiss to your temple as he guides you and the two gremlins towards the guys while the dog starts sniffing around its new home.

"fellas, this is the missus and kids," he says and you roll your eyes, holding out your hand towards them and introducing yourself by name, adding on the kids who beam up shyly at these strangers.

that seems to shake them out of it. john takes your hand first, shaking and turning to simon with a "you hide her away in case we try to steal her from you?" he winks and you and only grins wider when simon's hand on your hip seems to squeeze tighter. gaz and soap are bending down and coaxing your two girls out of their shyness, complimenting their light up trainers and asking if it makes them run faster before cheering them on as they run to the front door and back.

they set you up on a fold out chair and do all the heavy lifting as you point them and the boxes in their arms to their correct rooms. later, Simon treats them to dinner (a takeaway) and has you sitting on his knee with the girls in bed and for the first time he spends a night with the guys telling you stories of Simon "Ghost" Riley.

"they're lyin' love," he'll mumble in your ear at every story, "don't believe them do ya?" his hand strokes up your back, squeezing your neck.

"yeah, babe, believe you," you say while smiling at the men around your new dining room table, men who have saved your husbands life more times than he can count, and you find yourself curling closer to simon because of that

[disillusioneddanny]

It’s me, hi I’m the problem is me (dead tired)

The world was ending.

That was the thing Tim had come to accept. Somehow, all of the big bads had made friends and decided to work together to take over the universe and split it amongst themselves. Darkseid, Trigun, Barbatos, they had all gotten together to conquer the universe. Raven was completely drained, The supers three were in the infirmary, and the Lanterns Corp were barely holding them back, losing every second. Hell, even the Justice League Dark were down for the count.

“What are we doing to do?” Nightwing murmured, watching as the Lanterns slowly lost momentum.

“I-I don’t know,” Bruce whispered. Tim’s adoptive father had ripped of his cowl, his hair stood mussed from continuously running his fingers through his hair in stress. Batman, Wonder Woman, and Aquaman stood over all of the contingencies Bruce had ever collected on the three big bads.

Robin stared at the screen that showed the devastation, a frown prominent on his face. “So this is it? We just give up?”

“No,” Red Hood said walking into the room with Arsenal and Starfire in tow. Behind the three stood a young man. He had Lazarus green eyes, snow white hair, slightly blue skin, and pointed ears. His body adorned in black armor, a blue crown floated above his head and a large cape hung from his body with galaxies swirling around. He looked to be Tim’s age, maybe just a little older than him, somewhere between his and Jason’s age.

“Who’s this?”

The being stepped forward, jewelry that hung from his ears tinkled slightly when he did and jeez, he was beautiful.

“My name is Phantom,” the being said with a serene smile. He was otherworldly, unlike anything Tim had ever seen in his life. “I am High King of the Infinite Realms. Jason asked me to come and assist with an issue you are dealing with,” he said, his eyes flicked to the large monitor curiously, tilting his head to the side, the silver that hng from his ears clangled once more. “Ah, those three, how fun.”

“How do you uh, how do you know Jason?” Tim asked, stepping towards the king.

At this, Phantom had an amused smile on his face as he looked back at Jason. “You never told them?”

Jason let out a groan of annoyance, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. “When I died, Phantom found me in the ghost zone, I never actually moved one when I died. For those six months I just hung out in the ghost zone and became friends with Phantom. Before I came back, he declared me as one of his Fright Knights. And last years he ran into me during one of my missions and brought back my memories from when I died and fixed the pit rage.”

Phantom nodded, a wide grin on his face. “Jason made a lousy ghost. Now, how about I go fix this issue for you all real quick?” He said before he disappeared. Tim went to ask Jason about Phantom only for his father to beat him to the punch.

“Is this why we haven’t been able to get in contact with you?” Bruce asked, furrowing his brow. Jason shrugged.

“Couldn’t find the sword he left me that lets me summon him. Turns out I left it on Kori’s ship so she had to travel to come get me. From there it took a bit for me to remember how to summon him, I’ve never actually done it before so it took a few tries to get it right. And of course Phantom thought it was a social call and he loves to talk so it took a little bit to explain. And on top of that, time works different in the Realms. And Klarion was there so it just took a little longet than I wanted it to but he’s here and he’ll take care of the issue super quick.”

“Klarion?”

“Yeah he’s dating Phantom’s clone, he hates their relationship like a lot but it’s like two little chaos gremlins,” Jason said with a chuckle.

“How old is Phantom?” Tim blurted out.

Jason gave the nineteen year old a confused look but chuckled nonetheless. “He’s twenty.”

“Twenty and he is already a king?” Aquaman said, looking more and more interested in Phantom.

“Been king since he was fourteen,” Jason said, sucking at his teeth before he looked at the monitor and started snickering. Tim followed his gaze and smiled when he saw Phantom grow a third arm and grabbed all three beings by their ears, shrinking them down to his size before he dragged them away from the Lanterns before they disappeared.

Soon after the four reappeared in front of Bruce, Diana and Arthur who all looked on curiously.

“Kneel,” Phantom ordered. The three beings fell harshly to their knees. “I am beyond disappointed in the three of you. Are your realms not enough? What makes you think that you have the right to take over dimensions that do not belong to you?”

“But-” Trigon started.

“No buts from you, Trigon. The only reason you’re even still the ruler of your world is because none of your children want the position,” Phantom said. “Due to your crimes against this realm I hearby sentence you all to a millenia in the Fright Zone. Jason,” he instructed.

Jason grinned and pulled his sword from its sheath and stepped forward. With a quick swipe, all three disappeared from view.

Phantom stepped towards the three heroes and dipped his head in a polite bow. “They should not cause anymore issues. I apologize that I could not get here sooner. While I may be ll power, I am not all seeing and Kronos does not always deem it fit to tell me when my underlings are causing issues,” he said with a polite smile. “Does anyone have any paper or something to write on?”

“I uh, I have a tablet, I can just pull up something,” Tim stammered, stepping forward. Phantom smiled in thanks, taking the tablet from Tim. He drew out a complicated sigil and set it on the large table.

“This is my official line. Next time you are in a situation such as this, please do not hesitate to summon me,” he said before he looked at Tim and looked him up and down, a single fang peeked from under his lip. “As for you, Handsome, feel free to get my personal sigil from your brother and call me anytime.”

Before Tim could say another word, the High King disappeared and Tim immediately turned towards his brother with wide eyes. “ Jason ,” he hissed.

“He’s my fucking friend! I don’t want you dating him,” Jason shouted, running out of the room with Tim following close behind.

[hellfireloserclub]

It was almost 10 pm, and Steve was at the point where if one more, sappy, loved-up couple came wandering through the door of family video looking for a tape for their valentines date night, (that would promptly get forgotten about as they fucked on the sofa in the sea of rose petals or whatever…), he was going to pull out the nail bat and start swinging.

Old him? He had loved all that flashy paper heart and sugar-sweet fakeness, but the new improved Steve? He was looking forward to the six-pack in the fridge and his hot date with Harrison Ford. Alone, locked away from the whole whatever of the situation. 

Steve tried not to feel betrayed because Robin had abandoned him for Nancy. He couldn't ever hate her for that, not after how long it took them to get together. 

But his late shift would have been a lot better if he had his co-workers by his side, yet Eddie and Robbin had abandoned him.

It was just depressing that even Eddie, the one person who said yes to almost everything, had left him to wallow in his own self-pity.

But adventure awaited, and no matter how much Steve had begged him to help cover Robin's dropped shift, Eddie had been firm about it. ' Wednesday night is Campaign night. Do you want to disappoint the gremlins?' 

No amount of Steve pointing out that the gaggle of seventeen-year-olds probably had other plans on Valentine's night that he really didn't want to think about could convince him to change his mind. (Steve had thought about it, and he had made sure they were always safe. He was, after all, always the babysitter, but they were his kids… they DIDN'T do that sort of stuff! He was half a step from Hopper’s general reaction these days, sticking his fingers in his ears when they made inappropriate jokes; they were just toddlers for Christ's sake) 

Not that he wanted to spend valentine's day with Eddie (he did) or that he was secretly wondering if Eddie had a date, (he was) because he had seen Max and Lucas drive past not an hour ago and they were very much not in the basement of Munson’s house playing with dice right now. (Had Eddie lied to him? Had he forgotten the number one rule of the party? Friends don’t lie? What if Eddie had a date? Why did that thought make Steve’s stomach feel as if he had just eaten some of Robin’s more questionable cooking?) 

The end of the shift couldn’t come soon enough and when he finally flipped the sign to closed at 10.30 pm, it tempted him to just leave the tidying for Robin or Eddie to do in the morning. 

It would serve them right for making him witness the absolute horror of other people's public displays of affection.

However, as he brushed the floors and chewed on the leftover promotional chocolates, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander again. Where was Eddie? Did he have some secret other-half that he was hiding from them all? If so, it wasn’t like Eddie to not be open about things like that, at least around the party he was unapologetically himself. Was it another man? Was that why he was being so secretive about it? Steve doubted it was that either, Eddie didn’t hide that part of himself either.

 ‘Were both Bisexual disasters? That’s why we couldn’t be friends in high school, Harrington. We would have seduced the entirety of Hawkins high, it wouldn’t have helped the devil worship allegations, but man, it would have been fun.’

And sure, maybe Steve had been funny with the last few people that Eddie had backed into corners after gigs, but it was just because they weren’t good enough for his Eddie. He was just being a good wingman. Eddie would, and had, done the same for him frequently. It was nothing. They were just protective of each other, that was all… (keep telling yourself that, king Steve). It just made no sense that Eddie would hide things like this from him. 

Steve was just putting the broom back in the closet when he heard the bell over the door go. 

“We’re closed.” Of course, someone would come in now. The people of Hawkins really needed to learn to read, but if you could ignore a multidimensional rift for several years, a closed sign might be a little advanced.

Nobody answered, but he thought he heard the bell go again. He really should start locking the door, especially when his hearing was as bad as it was.

Walking back into the front shop Steve almost jumped a mile.

“Jesus, Eddie! You know better than to sneak up!” Eddie stood in the open hatchway of the service counter, shifting uneasily from foot to foot, but at least looking apologetic. 

“I shouted, but you know” he gestured vaguely toward his ears with one hand, his other holding something behind his back “I'm guessing you were facing away…”

“I was in the closet,” Eddie's eyebrows raised. “Do not make the low-hanging joke, Munson. You're better than that.” 

“Oh come on Steve, it’s just there. Give me the win.” he chuckled nervously.

“Why? Did you strike out on your date?” Steve aimed for joking and missed, hoping that Eddie hadn’t picked up on the bitterness in his voice, he went about pulling the last of the novelty candy off the counter into a box behind it for Robin to graze on in the morning.

Eddie looked at him curiously. “I’m hoping I don’t.”

“Oh? So you did have a date then? I knew it was suspicious Lucas and Max drove past before. You know you didn’t have to lie, right? I would have given you the night off.” that feeling in his chest grabbed and tugged, it was almost painful.

“I need to kick both of their asses, but no Steve, I said I’m hoping I don’t…” Eddie stepped closer to him. “You know, like, future tense, you see I haven’t had the date yet? So I guess what I’m saying is no, I didn’t strike out, not yet at least.” his voice lacked its usual confidence, so unlike Eddie that it made Steve pause.

“So, why are you here, if you have a hot date?” Steve knew that this time he hadn’t kept his voice steady. He was jealous, and he knew it. And by the expression on Eddie’s face, he really hadn’t hidden it at all. 

“Well, I missed an important bit of my master plan. I forgot to do something.”

“Oh, yeah?” suddenly the scuff marks on the floor left by Robin’s Converse were the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.

“Steve, look at me.” Eddie prompted. He had moved closer again, thrusting something into Steve’s line of vision. Gesturing for him to take it.

“Is this broccoli?” Steve was holding what, clearly, was a bushel of broccoli. Eddie was rocking from one foot to the other again at his side, hiding behind his hair in that adorable way that made Steve’s heart speed up of its own accord. His entire face was bright red and, for once, it looked like Eddie was lost for words.

“Eddie, why have you just handed me broccoli?” His confusion outweighed Steve’s jealous embarrassment. What the hell was happening?

“Be my Valentine? Or whatever? I’m not good at this, I am so not good at this…” 

“Are you serious?”  

“See, I told Rob’s I said you wouldn’t think I was serious if I asked you out on a date on valentines, but she was all ‘who’s his platonic soulmate Ed’s? It’s me, and he loves all this grand romantic bullshit.’ and then I listened to her like an idiot.” Steve watched him pace, hands flying everywhere. “this was a stupid idea. Can we just pretend it never happened?”

Eddie had come to a halt in front of Steve and was making grabbing hands at the Broccoli as if to take it back. 

It just made Steve hold it tighter to his chest. God, he loved this mess of a man. Without thinking, he used his free hand to pull Eddie towards him. 

It just made him hold it tighter to his chest. God, he loved this mess of a man. Without thinking, he used his free hand to pull Eddie towards him. 

“Eddie… shut up.”

Eddie didn’t kiss back at first. Steve had caught him off guard, but soon enough, he was pressing in with gusto, and yeah, that sensation in Steve’s stomach was nothing to do with Robin's cooking. Eddie hadn’t shaved, and his stubble was rough, just as Steve always thought it would be, and he kissed in the same way he did everything else in life, full of energy and over the top. Eddie twisted his hands up into Steve’s hair, and Steve traced his hands up Eddie's neck, making for the mop of hair he had wanted to tangle his hands in since the upside down, even if he hadn’t been sure of the reason back then. 

However, the vegetable in his hand hindered his progress.

“Drop the broccoli Stevie,” Eddie muttered against his lips.

“No, It's my broccoli,” He pulled it back from the kiss, cradling the greenery to his chest. “The broccoli is important, I mean, I don’t understand it, but …”

“It was all they had left in shop, I had planned on this big romantic bunch of flowers, a teddy… the full works, but then Buckley had an emergency… you know what her cooking is like… and then well by the time I escaped it was almost ten on Valentine night and I had to get you something, cause my plan obviously needed it to work, so it was the broccoli or a two-by-four with a smiley face on it courtesy of Joyce, so out of the two I think-”

“Eddie, shut up.” 

“Shutting up.” he mimed zipping his mouth shut as Steve carefully placed the vegetable on the counter. 

“I think a bunch of Broccoli is the most YOU thing ever, you weirdo.” he grabbed Eddie again wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close, placing a small kiss on the end of his nose, Eddie went cross-eyed trying to look at him but grinned none the less. 

“So do I get a win?”

“You get a win.”

And if every year the kids ask Steve why he’s got a bushel of broccoli in a vase on the fireplace on his and Eddie’s anniversary, well, it’s just another win for the man he loves.

(inspired by the old man behind me at the bus stop holding a bushel of broccoli like a bunch of roses because he was too cheap to buy a carrier bag but his wife had demanded he buys broccoli so god damn it he bought the broccoli You go you, stubborn old man. Also, I've written the word broccoli now so many times it no longer looks like a real word.)

( also give me prompts!)

[lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I'm a little biased as always when it comes to those two but this was one of my best fics imo, look at their happy faces. They're so precious! I love them sm ipjwiojweoijg. There's probably some typos but I'm super busy with uni stuff + can't find the time now to proofread and this has been on my drafts for a while now, so I'm posting how it is. Tagging u bcs u asked, I hope u like this silly fic! @hanafubukki

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Not necessarily a warning but there's some suggestiveness at the start.

"Today I'm going to steal Rook's hat!" Those were your exact words.

You said this at six o'clock in the morning, the sun still creeping across the sky to brighten everyone and everything another day, after having entered through the open window of Vil's room like a gremlin - how you did it he had no idea considering his room was on the top floor of Pomefiore.

And in that moment, when you gush about how smooth and soft Rook's hat felt to the touch, and how you would play with the feather and laugh at the surprised expression on Rook's face, Vil wanted nothing more than to turn to the other side of the bed and go back to sleep.

You threw yourself into the vacant space next to Vil, swinging your legs happily as you asked for your beloved's help. Your little puppy eyes making his heart clench and twist inside his chest, like it always did when you used that same trick time and time again.

Breathe, exhale. He remembered. He couldn't give in to your whims again, he remembered well what happened last time.

You invited yourself even closer to him, ignoring your personal distance to cup his face in your hands, fingers massaging the silky skin as you looked up at him. "Please, Mein Lieber."

For a long second, Vil wondered how he could love two persons as chaotic as you and Rook. You two were practically the same and more times than you should you followed the hunter around, imitating his mannerisms and making him laugh like that because you think it was funny. You liked imitating him and Rook loved to have you around, taking you to people watch while you both stated your observations on each person.

This and Rook liked to teach you the hunter ways. So far, you haven't killed anyone with your bad bow skills.

"Du bist die Liebe meiines Lebeéns." You whispered against his ear, consonants and vowels completely exaggerated and some pronounced wrong. And he ignored you, rolling his eyes, accustomed to your antics by now.

One of the different things between you and Rook is that the Chasseur D'amour would use flattery and his good observation to get what he wanted, you instead always chose to irritate people (mainly Vil) with your terrible German speech. Was it your only weapon or was it just because Vil couldn't bear such torture?

He preferred not to know.

You then changed tactics, preferring to fill his face with slow kisses but always avoiding the place he wanted you to kiss him. His temples, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, every bit of skin your lips touched made him feel dizzy. Vil could mentally hear Rook's whines if he were there, ignored, Rook was always so needy for his and yours attention.

His rough, chipped lips slowly descending though the queen's neck while his hands free from his gloves gently navigated Vil's sides and hips. He trembled in your arms.

"That's enough!" Vil looked at you, panting. He held you before you could kiss his eyebrows too. "I'll help you, but you better come here right now and kiss me. On the lips, darling."

You didn't need to hear it twice. The kiss began softly, a needy dance of emotions. But he wanted more, needed more until he was truly satisfied with it. You had woken him up too early, had disturbed him and irritated him. He needed this to restore his good mood.

He needed you like you needed him.

Time seemed to slow down as you met again for a kiss, and another, and another, and hundreds of others, leaving only a sweet freshness behind. That was how he described all the kisses he shared with you, all of them precious.

Vil felt you smiling through the kiss, he could feel the aura of victory and presumption that exuded from you. He bit your bottom lip hard to keep your attention on him, making you whine.

"However, the execution of this plan of yours will depend entirely on you, Liebling. I don't need to remind you that Rook is a great observer and will instantly know you’re up to something if you act differently.”

You nodded as if you were confident that your other lover wouldn't be able to notice anything. Or at least, that he didn't realize it until it was too late.

Later, after you had kissed Vil until he was beaming and satisfied, and his lips were softly swollen, you found yourself sitting on a high branch of a tree, hidden from view and engulfed by green leaves. Waiting for the right moment, watching your target.

You forced your eyes to follow every movement of your vulnerable prey, the one who was sitting a few meters away from you, resting in his usual spot and polishing his bow.

As promised, Vil was talking to Rook about a subject you didn't know what it was. His expression carried the usual serious air but it was accompanied by a calm smile. Rook had that effect on him. And in you too, as if he always knew what you needed to hear to smile, to laugh and to cry.

Yuu notices the way Rook tilts his head to better hear what Vil is saying and how Vil laughs at Rook's jokes. A few seconds go by, you very slowly starts to climb down from your hiding spot, at this point you didn't even need to think anymore, your hands knew where to hold and how to search. It was like second nature.

Finally on the ground again, you do your best to mingle with the tall trees and huge bushes. You can still make out Rook and Vil's figures, the hunter stood up, showing Vil his bow and arrows, and he demonstrated the correct way to hold it.

It occurred to you that maybe Vil was talking about some role he would need to play as an archer and you had to admit that captured Rook's attention perfectly. He was so excited while he explained this and that to his lover, you almost wished to forget your little plan and come closer to listen to him. When he goes on a rant, his beautiful green eyes lighten up while he explain and demonstrates, even more when he can answer some doubts.

'Focus, soldier', you thought to yourself.

The hunter handed his bow to the queen, placing his hands over Vil's and explaining how Vil should shoot to hit the target. And Vil did perfectly. As Vil gracefully executed the instructions, Rook's admiration was evident by his big smile.

As Vil's aim improved under Rook's guidance, you edged closer, careful not to disturb the serene moment. Careful to remember every little detail. You could feel the tension building within you, anticipation mingling with determination. As Vil hitted the target, Rook engulfed him in a warm and long hug, swaying side to side as if they were doing a little comemmoration dance.

This was the moment you had been waiting for, as Rook kept praising Vil, you were getting closer, silent, deadly, your hands strecthed to grab your prize. sensed the perfect opportunity to strike. Timing was crucial, very important for you mission, and you waited a little more, watching them.

His hat was so close now... The sun shone into it, making it looks so comfy. You almost wanted to rush, to grab and run but you waited just a little more.

Vil handed back the bow, still smiling. You could tell it was genuine, he was proud of himself to be able to hit the target even if he wouldn't use this knowledge anywhere. More than this, as he put a stray hair behind his ear, Rook stood on his tiptoes to give his queen a kiss as reward.

And was then that you emerged from your hiding place, your presence initially unnoticed amidst the rustling leaves. Before either could react, you grabbed his hat and ran as if your life depended on it. It was so much beautiful, so soft and comfy, you putted on your head, the last thing you saw was Rook's shocked but proud eyes staring at you.

You had accomplished your mission, feeling very proud of yourself. But now it was time to proceed with the next phase of your plan; run away from Rook.

[py-dreamer]

PT 2 OF THAT HALLOWEEN COSTUME THINGY!!!

I never thought I'd get this done!

Ok so:

Sun Wukong as Turnip Head (and also secret prince from Howl's moving castle)

Six eared macaque as Fujimoto (aka Ponyo's dad and the guardian of sea life from Ponyo)

Sandy as Totoro (My neighbour Totoro)

Pigsy as Porco Rosso (formerly known as Marco Pagot, from Porco Rosso)

And Tang as Shizuku (Whisper of the heart)

(Also bonus one of Sandy's cats as the cat bus)

Ok um reasons for choosing these?....um....

Sandy would totally wear a Totoro onsie and would be delighted to have one of his cats join in the fun (Mo is with Bai He at the moment)

Pigsy is pig. He used to have mustache. Porco is pig. He too, has mustache. I have no other explanation.

Tang is scholar, and a nerd so matching him up with sweet author Shizuku seemed like a good choice (also it's fun to put Tang in a frilly dress)

I saw this one design as Mac as Fujimoto and I just fell in love. But I had to use the tacky red-white pajamas which really isn't Mac's style so I hide with poncho-cloak thingy.

Wukong could use the staff as Turnip head's stick and he could use the makeup from the lantern city ep.

I JUST REALISED THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DRAWING SANDY OML

He is an underrated gentle giant and he deserved all those stars and frankly deserves more love.

Also more freenoodles content pls, they r freaking adorable I should probably draw them more. I can imagine Tang is ranting about the movie or Jttw or something and Pigsy will just listen

Perhaps I should've picked another movie but I just really wanted to draw Wukong squatting on the staff like the gremlin he is and Turnip head was the perfect candidate

(Click photo for less sh!tty quality)

reblogs > likes

Also tagging mutuals again cause that's fun!)

@violetjedisylveon @cats-and-confusion @leesbian42

[rollingsins]

three's a crowd, part six

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten (epilogue)

summary: you hadn’t expected this. to fall in love. with not one girl, but two. you hadn’t expected to ruin their friendship. love triangle au. 

pairing: emma myers x reader, jenna ortega x reader

warnings: language, angst, 18+, implied smut.

word count: 4k

a/n: the angst gremlin wrote this chapter again, i take no responsibility for anyone's tears.

Georgie’s with Jenna for most of the weekend. 

You ask him to keep tabs on her, check she’s okay and so he sends you regular updates. It’s not easy, he claims, trying to keep tabs on someone who wants to be left alone. 

But the last thing you want is for her to be alone right now. You ask him to persist. 

Emma’s with Johnna most of Saturday. 

You watch her Instagram stories, try not to bubble with jealousy. But by night time, she’s calling you up and asking you to come over. 

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You’re asking, takeout in hand as she lets you through the door.

“No,” Emma says, voice coy. 

She tilts her head, leans up and kisses you. 

Your eyes flutter closed. You’re not used to it yet, kissing her like this. Soft, almost sweet. No anger behind it.

It feels like it could be a new beginning. 

She pulls you by your shirt into her, sinking back down onto the couch as you climb on top of her. You thread your fingers through her blonde hair, moan slightly at the way she grips your hips pulling you down into her. 

And then your phone starts buzzing. 

“Ignore it,” Emma murmurs. Her eyes are impossibly dark, lips wet, red from kissing. You duck down and kiss her again. Arousal surges through you, settling low in your belly. 

You want her so bad. 

You tell her by kissing her feverishly. You tilt her head up to you, slipping your tongue between her lips. She groans as your hands wander. Cup her breasts through her shirt, then settle down at the edge of her shirt, trying to tug it off. 

You abandon her lips for her neck, line hot kisses at the pulse of her jawline, loving the way she responds under you. Quiet murmurs, body tilting up to you. 

And then your phone is buzzing again. 

You groan, slump down and duck your head between your neck. 

“Who the fuck is that?” You’re asking as you tilt your body over to to each for your phone. 

You’ll kill whoever it is. Maybe Hunter, trying to rope you into another game night. Definitely not Joy, whose policy lately had been the less of you the better. 

It’s Georgie, as you should have guessed. 

Four missed calls. Seven texts. You furrow your brow, wondering what on earth he could want so urgently. 

On the fifth call, you answer immediately. 

“Georgie, you better be dying-” You say. Emma squeezes your hips in the kind of way that makes you want to hang up the phone and press her down into the sofa. But Georgie’s voice is sounding before you get the chance. 

“YN, you need to come here right now,” He says. He sounds desperate. The line is a little fuzzy, like he’s moving around. Your heartbeat spikes as you remember who he’s with. 

“Is it Jenna?” You ask, sitting up. Anxiety rushes through you, “Is she okay?” 

You don’t care Emma’s sitting right next to you. A wave of sickness rolls through you as your mind runs wild with the possibilities. You imagine her, glass of whiskey in her hand, threatening to throw herself off the apartment balcony. Or worse.

“What’s wrong with Jenna?” Emma asks immediately. You climb off her, instead moving to pace, “Is she okay?” 

You press your ear a little closer to the phone. 

“Georgie, what’s going on?” 

“She’s freaking out, she’s telling me she wants to quit the show. She has her agent on the line right now.” 

“Start with that, next time Georgie,” You hiss, as relief floods through you, “I thought she was hurt.” 

“She will be hurt. A lot hurt if she goes through with it,” Georgie says, sounding panicked, “There’s no way they’ll let her out of the contract. I mean, she is the show. Netflix will sue her for all she has.”

“What’s going on?” Emma tugs at your arm, her eyes wide, “Is she okay?”

You squeeze her hand, tilt the phone away from your ear only slightly. 

“She wants to quit the show,” You tell her, “Georgie, I’m putting you on speaker.”

Emma blinks. Her hands drop. But she’s the least of your concerns right now. 

“Where is she now? Can you put her on the phone?” You ask, voice urgent. 

“She’s talking to her agent. I think it’s better if you come down here in person.” Georgie says, “She won’t listen to me, but she’ll listen to you.” 

You seriously doubt that. After all, you’re the reason she wants to quit in the first place. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. 

You bite your lip. 

“I’ll try, but Georgie-”

“I’ll do it,” Emma says, suddenly, “I’ll talk to her.” 

Georgie’s silence down the other line mirrors yours. Emma stands, pulling on her jacket. A spring of determination in her step. 

“Emma,” You say, treading carefully, “Is that- the best idea? You and her haven’t exactly seen eye to eye over the last few weeks.” 

An understatement. Emma’s been ignoring Jenna for weeks now. And you’re a little concerned talking with Emma will push her right over the edge. 

Emma frowns. 

“Exactly,” She says, chewing her lip, “Maybe I was too hard on her Friday. I didn’t mean to be so harsh-”

She looks genuinely distressed. You rub her arm, suddenly your fears off Emma and Jenna throwing each other off the balcony quelled. 

“I know you didn’t,” You say squeezing her hand, “Georgie, we’ll be there in five.” 

-

Jenna’s madly pacing on her balcony, phone pressed to her ear when you arrive. 

You all but knock Georgie over in your effort to get to her, Emma not far behind. And then stop in your tracks when you see the party in the living room. 

Hunter and Joy are watching Jenna pace, matching expressions of worry on their faces. You frown, blinking slightly as you see them. Joy looks over to you, matches your frown with one of her own. 

“What are you two doing here?” Joy asks, looking confused. She looks to Georgie. 

“Georgie, is having them here really the best idea?” 

“I’m not going to snap at her,” Emma says, biting her lip. She’s wringing her hands, anxiously, “I’m just going to talk. She’s quitting because of me.”

“Not just you,” Hunter says, eyeing you. 

Georgie waves his hands about. He steps between you, trying to pull you to the door. 

“It doesn’t matter why she’s quitting. What matters is getting her to stop. Go, YN.” 

But Emma stops you. You all look as she takes a deep breath. 

“No,” She says, looking determined, “It has to be me.”

-

Georgie, in all his panicked frenzy, makes several cups of coffee. He paces back and forth, prying half-full cups out of people’s hands and replacing them with new ones every few minutes, unable to keep still. 

“Georgie, relax.” You say, after your third cup, “I don’t think all this caffeine is helping anyone.” 

“If she quits it’s over,” He says, eyes flashing, “For everyone. We’ll get canceled, she’ll get sued. Blacklisted, maybe. She’ll never work in film again. And she loves working in film-”

“That’s not going to happen, Georgie.” Joy assures. She reaches out for him, tugs him into her, rubbing his back, “She’ll come to her senses. We’re all here to help her come to her senses.” 

“What do you think they’re saying?” You ask, peering out onto the balcony. 

They’ve been out there for almost twenty minutes and from what you can see, the conversation hasn’t stopped flowing. Their body language is hard to read. Jenna’s tense, Emma’s standing so far away from her they might as well be on different balconies. You squint, try to read Emma’s lips. 

“Maybe they’re working out a custody agreement,” Hunter says, voice dry, “Emma gets to fuck you on weekdays, Jenna gets the weekend.” 

“That’s not funny.” You snap. 

Georgie intervenes, “Let’s not turn on each other,” He says, holding out his hands, “We’re all here for the same reason. We care about Jenna and we don’t want her to do something stupid.” 

Hunter leans back in his seat. Settles for watching the exchange outside like it’s a show. 

“You’re right,” He says, quietly, “Sorry YN.” 

But you’re not listening to him. Emma’s leaning in a little closer, her façade softening. Jenna looks upset. They’ve locked eyes. Emma lifts her thumb to her mouth, chews on her fingernails as Jenna speaks. 

“Should we call someone?” Joy asks, “A producer or something?” 

“No,” Georgie and Hunter say in unison. Georgie clears his throat, “They’ll get all legal about it. It’s a last resort.” 

You tilt your head. Emma says something, then touches Jenna’s arm. You blink, wondering if you’ve imagined it. And then Emma’s opening the door, leaving Jenna outside on the balcony. 

She blinks at the sea of worried faces. 

“So?” Hunter asks, sitting up, “How did it go?” 

“She’s not quitting,” Emma says, simply. She reaches for her coat, “We talked it out.” 

Joy blinks. 

“And that was it? You convinced her?” 

“Yeah.” Emma says. She looks exhausted, like she’s just run a twenty-six mile marathon, “You guys can go out if you want, but I think she’d rather be left alone.”

“You go Georgie.” You suggest, “Let’s not crowd her.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice. He leaps up, hurries to the sliding door. You watch as he puts an arm around her, concern still written all over his face. 

You look up at Emma as she slides her shoes back on.  

“Are we going?” 

“You can stay if you want,” She offers but you shake your head. 

Whatever magic she’d worked on the balcony, the last thing you want is to undo it. If anything, you’d rather slip out before Jenna even knows you’re here. It’s better that way. Easier. 

“Let’s go.” 

-

You sit in the passenger seat of Emma’s car as she pulls out of the lot, squeezing your own fingers. You have questions, a lot of questions, but Emma’s mood isn't exactly forthcoming. She’s acting weird, withdrawn. She tilts her hand away from yours when you try to touch it over the console. 

So you bite your lip and hold your tongue for as long as you can. 

Which is about three and a half minutes. 

“What did you guys talk about?” You ask, unable to keep your tone casual. Uneasiness brews in your stomach. Undoubtedly, you were the subject of conversation, and you don’t like not knowing what was said. 

Emma looks pensive. Her fingers tighten on the steering wheel, “We just talked. About everything.” 

You hum. Tap your fingers against the dash. Her vague answer doing nothing to stop the rush of anxiety swelling through you. 

“Okay. Did you want to go into a little more detail?”

“Maybe later,” She says, voice clipped and you can tell that’s the end of it. 

You sit back in your seat, a little disappointed.

She’s quiet for a moment, the car silent except for the blare of the radio and the quiet hum of the engine. It’s unsettling. 

“I’m going to take you home,” She says, after a while, “We can talk tomorrow.” 

“Oh,” You say, sounding a little put out, “Okay. I just thought we were going to hang out tonight.” 

You’d picked out a film and everything. Stacked your cupboards with sour patch and toffee popcorn - her favorite snacks.

And shaved everything head to toe. This isn't how the night was supposed to go.

“I’m just not feeling up to it anymore,” She says. Her eyes are on the road and she won’t look at you. You cross your arms. Doubt seeps through your body, one little factor niggling at the pit of your stomach. 

“And are you up to seeing Johnna? That’s where you’re going, right?”

She avoids your eyes. Swallows. 

“Let’s not do this now,” She says and it all but confirms it. 

Hurt flashes through you. Your heart seizes painfully. Because of course that’s where she’s going. 

“You know I don’t mind you seeing both of us,” You say, voice tight, even though it’s a lie. You very much minded her seeing Johnna, “But to ditch me for her even though we made plans is pretty shitty.” 

Emma sighs. Her grip on the wheel is iron-tight. 

“I won’t see her then. I’ll go home,” She says, like she doesn’t want to fight about this, “Happy?” 

“Ecstatic.” You say, dead-panned. 

The radio plays some stupid pop song. It grates at your nerves, perhaps more than it should. You switch it off, wanting to stew in silence. Emma looks over at you. 

“It’s just been a long day,” She says, after a painful moment, “I have to… process.” 

“It’s fine,” You say, un-buckling your seatbelt as she pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex, “It’s whatever.” 

And then you leave her sitting in her car. 

-

You watch the movie alone. 

Gulp down an entire pack of the sour patch kids you’d bought for Emma. But you can’t concentrate. You feel sick at the thought of Emma with Johnna. Whispering the sweet nothings that should have been yours in her ear. 

And above all else, you can’t get Jenna out of your mind. 

You contemplate calling Georgie again but it doesn't feel like enough. Keeping tabs on her from a distance seems so silly after today. You want to hear her voice, want to hear in her own words that she’s okay and she isn’t going anywhere. 

And so you pull your phone out of your pocket and dial her number before you can think too hard about it. 

At first, you think she’s going to let it ring out. Thirty seconds pass with no answer. 

But then, you hear her voice. 

“Hi.” She says. 

“Hi.” You say. 

There’s a moment of silence. You close your eyes, trying to muster the strength to talk. 

“I'm sorry about all that at the apartment,” You say, “We weren’t trying to ambush you.” 

She’s quiet for a moment. 

“It’s okay,” She says, finally, “You guys were right. I’d get sued to kingdom come.” 

It’s awkward. You don’t know what to say. You don’t want to pry into her conversation with Emma, even though it’s the thing you’re most desperate to talk about. She speaks before you can bring it up.

“You can call Georgie off, you know.” 

“Huh?” You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. 

“Georgie. You can tell him to go home. He’s been hovering all weekend like a stray dog. I know you put him up to it.” 

“Or maybe Georgie just cares about you,” You suggest. It’s not entirely a lie. 

But she sees through it. 

“I’m okay,” She says, “I’m not going to freak out again and try to quit my job. Or drive myself off a cliff or whatever it is you were worried about. But I appreciate it. I appreciate you thinking about me.” 

“Okay.” You say, a little hesitant, “I’ll call him off.” 

The line goes quiet, so quiet you think you’ve lost her. Then she says, “And I’m here for you too. When you need it. If you need it.” 

There’s something in her voice, ambiguity, like she’s trying not to let too much on. Like she knows something you don’t. 

You frown. 

“Okay?” 

“I should go,” She says, quietly, “Thanks for calling.” 

-

Emma spends Sunday with Johnna. And Monday. And Tuesday. 

You only know this because of the clipped text messages you get when you ask if she’s free. 

With Johnna, talk later xx. 

Three days in a row. 

It doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s avoiding you. Either too enraptured with her new side-piece or maybe because she’s finally had enough of you. 

It doesn't occur to you that maybe you could be the side-piece now.

To distract yourself from the burning hot jealousy that is permanently settled in your stomach, you spend your days bothering Georgie. 

“How did she seem?” You ask over a latte. The café is bustling, the sound of coffee beans grinding and punters shouting out orders does nothing to quell the anxiety in your bones. 

Georgie groans. He puts down his croissant and stares over at you. 

“She seemed fine. How many times are you going to ask?”

You hadn’t spoken to Jenna since your brief phone conversation on Saturday, but you’d spent the days after worrying about her. It wasn’t a small thing - to want to quit an entire production, and you can’t help but want to know she’s okay. In truth - when you weren’t toiling about whatever it is Emma’s doing with Johnna - your mind is on Jenna. 

“Have you spoken with her since?” You ask, chewing your lip, “I’m just worried she has no one to talk to.” 

“She’s not Nigel-no-mates,” Georgie says, taking a sip of his coffee, “She has family and friends back home. I’m sure she’s talking to them.” 

Jenna doesn’t strike you as the kind of person who talks about things like this. You know it because you’re exactly the same. 

Internalize, internalize, internalize. 

It’s not healthy. You know it by heart; it’s ripping you apart. 

“Maybe I should call her again,” You wonder aloud. Georgie gives you a look. 

“And how would Emma feel about that?” He asks, like you already know the answer. 

You shrug, look down at your open messages. 

Miss you xx

You’d sent it three hours ago. And she’d left you on read. 

“I doubt she’d care,” You say, sinking back into your seat, “She’s too busy with Johnna.” 

Georgie looks over at you from the rim of his glass. He has questions, you can see them brewing in his eyes. You drop your phone to the table, sighing. 

“She still hasn’t texted you back then?” He asks. 

“Nope.” You say. You fidget in your seat, feeling more than a little on edge. 

“I’m sure she’s just decompressing,” Georgie says, trying to be helpful, “That conversation with Jenna can’t have been easy.” 

“Maybe,” You hum, “Or maybe she’s just realized I’m not worth it after all. And Johnna’s pretty. Prettier than me-”

“No, she’s not,” Georgie says firmly, “Stop it. Emma’s goo-goo eyed for you. This Johnna thing - she’s just protecting herself.” 

You pick at your nails. 

Georgie pauses. He watches you, his words careful. 

“And if Emma is catching feelings for Johnna, maybe it wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.” 

At this you look up. Stare at him like he’s crazy. 

“How is that not a bad thing?” You ask, voice high. 

Georgie shrugs. Bites his lip like he’s not sure if he should say. Your aggrieved stare pulls it out of him. 

“I’m just saying, maybe it’s not meant to be. Maybe you’re supposed to be with someone else.”

A lump rises in the back of your throat. A barista shouts someone’s name. Suddenly, it’s too hot in here. 

“Georgie, I don’t even want to go there-” 

“Jenna’s a professional,” Georgie cuts in before you can stop him, “She’s the hardest worker I’ve ever known. And she loves her job. But she wanted to quit. Because it was all too much. Because of you. Seeing you with Emma-”

“She wanted to quit because I made things awkward,” You say, “She wanted to quit because I made Emma hate her.” 

“Maybe,” Georgie says, smoothly. He picks up his croissant, "Or maybe not. That’s all I’m saying.” 

-

Emma finally texts you back as you’re walking home. 

Can I come by in 20?

You text her back, embarrassingly fast. Take the quickest shower of your life and wear the sluttiest outfit you can find. You're touch-starved - three days without her. You want to look so good she forgets Johnna's name. You finish up with your eyeliner, and then wait like a housewife by the front door to greet her when she finally shows up. 

She’s dressed down, no make-up. She looks beautiful, if not tired. Squeezes your hand as you let her in. If she notices the tiny mini-skirt you're wearing, she doesn't say anything.

“Do you want a drink?” You’re asking as she settles down into the sofa. You feel uneasy. She's acting weird. Distant. Like she's not really here.

She shakes her head. 

“Come over here,” She says, patting the spot next to her, “Let’s talk.” 

Suddenly, you’re filled with dread. Her knee is bobbing up and down, like she’s nervous about something. She’d rejected your kiss at the door, tilting her head so your lips hit her cheek instead.

And she’d ignored you all weekend. 

You swallow, hard. Hands fall limp to your side. The walk to the sofa feels like a death march. 

It's nothing, you try and tell yourself, she's just stressed out.

But it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like something ominous.

You settle next to her, eyebrows furrowed. She’s avoiding your gaze, suddenly very interested in the books you have stacked on the coffee table. 

And suddenly you just know. 

“I know things have been… weird,” She starts, chewing her lip. She's blinking too much, still avoiding your eyes, “Since Saturday. No - not since Saturday. Since… since we started this.” She gestures between you. 

All you can do is stare, heart in your throat. 

You look at her hands. They’re moving far too much. Picking at her own cuticles like she doesn’t know what to do with them. 

“And I know mistakes have been made. On both our parts. And I’m sorry for that.” 

You blink a few times. Suddenly she’s looking at you, blue eyes filled with concern. Anxiety. Trepidation. 

“I didn’t think it would be this hard,” She’s saying but you can barely hear her. There’s a distant ringing in your own ears, anxiety churning deep within your stomach as your fight or flight kicks in. You can feel your own hands shaking. 

It's happening. She's finally breaking up with you.

“Love isn’t supposed to be hard,” She says, voice earnest, “It’s supposed to be easy. It’s supposed to be two people on the same level. Feeling the same vibe. Not one person in and one person out.” 

“Uh huh,” You say, voice hollow, “Except that’s not true. In all the books, in all the poems, in all the stories, it’s never easy. It’s hard and soul-crushing and worth it in the end.” 

Something awakens in you. It’s the fight taking over. You don't want this. You don't want it to end. You don't want her to be distant, or aloof and you certainly don't want her to break up with you.

Not now. Not after everything. Not after all you'd given up.

You seize her hands, eyebrows furrowed as you try to make her see. 

But she jerks back, withdrawing her hands like yours burn her. 

“That’s fiction, YN,” She says, eyes sad, “And that’s not want I want love to be. Not for me.” 

You swallow. 

“So you’re picking Johnna because it’s easy?” You ask. You can’t keep the bitterness out of your voice. Fire swells in your chest, hatred for Johnna even though it’s not her fault. Even though you’re the one who ruined it. You had Emma and you blew it. 

“This has nothing to do with Johnna,” Emma says. There’s exhaustion in her voice. She’s tired of fighting, you can hear it, “You and I - we tried and it didn’t work.” 

“But it is working,” You plead. You want to reach for her again but you know she’ll just throw you off. Break your heart into tiny, bite sized pieces, “I know we had a bumpy start, but Jenna isn’t a factor anymore. I picked you.”

Emma flinches at Jenna’s name. Your speech does nothing to settle her. If anything, it makes her eyes harden.

“You didn’t pick me,” She says, slowly, “You got stuck with me. It’s not the same thing. Your first choice bailed so you settled for your second.” 

It hurts you, somewhere deep down. You want to argue, you want to protest until you're blue in the face. But it isn't not true. She's right, even if you'll never admit it.

She watches you a moment. Her eyes a mesh of sorrow and hurt and heartbreak. Mirroring your own. 

“This is what’s best for everyone.” She concludes. Her voice is final.

You tilt your head back, try to quell the tide of tears threatening to spill. You’ll not cry in front of her. If you can control anything about this situation it’s that. You sit up slightly, take a deep breath before you look her in the eye. 

“Fine,” You say, voice shaky, betraying your emotion, “I hope you and Johnna will be very happy together.” 

“YN-” 

“I’d like you to go now,” You say, “Please.” 

She pauses, looking like she wants to say something more. But she holds in it, and that you’re grateful for.  

She stands, legs shaky as she walks to the door. It occurs to you this must be as hard for her as it is for you.

But you don’t follow. If you move, you’re not quite sure you won’t collapse to the ground. Maybe you want to collapse to the ground. Have it open up and swallow you whole. No more Emma, no more Jenna, no more pain.

Just a quick ride to nothingness.

Right now, there's nothing more appealing.

But the ground doesn't open, and you don't feel nothing. You feel everything. Sorrow, guilt, pain, dread, anxiety, hurt. It's too much. Your mind screams. Your hands shake. The lump in your throat is so big it hurts to swallow. Your eyes prick, warning you. You squeeze them shut.

One more minute, you beg them, please.

Emma's at the door. She hovers, turning around to look at you once more.  

“I’m sorry.” Is all she says. 

You clench your jaw, waiting for the door to click shut.

And when she leaves, you can’t stop the wave of tears from flooding over.

next part

[sunshine-scented]

May I request a Sun Wukong and Macaque x tall!monkey S/O? How would they react to their first meeting?

Tall monkey!!! This is so cute haha~

Side note; updates may be slower than usual since my week has become more hectic, again, though I will try my best to answer more requests, just, not as effective than before.

❀ Eyes up here, silly ❀

: How would they react with a more taller, monkey s/o?

: Sun Wukong, Macaque x gn!reader

: Fluff!!

Sun Wukong

Pretends to be annoyed, is actually loving it

He doesn't know what's the unholy reason why he loves looking up at you whenever you talk

Whenever you wrap your arms around him and rest your chin at the top of his head, he turns into a flustered baby :(!

Happily wraps your tails together

There's always your tails making contact with each other everyday, whether it'd be curling up together when you sit down, hovering against each other, or maybe even a playful shove

Tumbles around with you, doesn't really get why he likes it but he loves feeling your tall figure wrap around his slightly shorter one, it's so comforting!!

Definitely abuses the fact that you can reach things from high places and makes it an inside joke for you to get anything remotely out of his reach, even if it's right in front of him and he has a cloud to raise him up if needed

There's a cookie jar he wants, it's on a shelf, he can easily reach it if he wanted to, yet he playfully calls you and asks you to reach it for him with a fake pout and a teasing tone directed at you

Making you place the cookie jar higher than before

You guys like to play with each other, perhaps it's the monkey genes, but you guys play rough sometimes

I'm talking playful little fights that sends you tumbling down into the floor, laughter bubbling throughout the entire room as you roll around having fun just being together

There's never a dull moment when you both are in the same room, your energy is so contagious, never failing to make everyone else laugh along with you two

Six eared Macaque

Finds it amusing actually

A menace

Calls you "flag pole" to get a reaction from you

It works, you now place everything higher

Contrary to popular belief, he's a really clingy person to only a selected amount of people, by he means people he means only you

Tail wrapping!!!!

Lays on your chest, wrapping his arms around you with your tails all tangled up in each other, your hand scratching behind his ears earning a purr from him

Affectionately calls terrible pet names to see your tail stiffen and your face falling into an bemused expression with an annoyed "Really?" Coming from you never fails to make him laugh

You two are pretty chill with everything, unless you're a giant menace then the two of you can be gremlins together

I have a feeling Macaque is the type to copy their s/o because he admires you so much he'd like to know you better by acting just like you, which may or may not lead to more chaos depending on who you are

Gets annoyed when you ruffle his hair and he can't be able to do it back because of your height, but secretly enjoys the fact that you're smothering him with your attention

Sometimes he plays with your tail, fiddling it between his fingers

His heart swoons when you start to wrap your tail around his arm as you sit down with your back faced to him, putting your focus on something else yet still giving him affection

Definitely returns the favor, just, more teasingly

Overall, he likes being smothered with your affection and likes to poke fun at you whenever he feels like it

Good luck

Gosh, I'm so tired today

[monkiebois]

Patron Saint of Sweet Beans who need All The Love And Care.

And Feral Pink Boyos.

A. .//////.

HE'S ESCAPED CONTAINMENT! GET BACK IN DISCORD YOU GREMLIN-

feral pink boyos? no i dont. i dont think-

TS Nezha

My oc's

actually now that i think about it-

thats not even all of them. i have like, multiple more i dont have digital art off or the art isnt feral enough. they are all dumbasses in one way or another.

yes gremlin ik you've seen them all this is for the followers

[to-thelakes]

Reader and Luke not being together yet (even tho theyre both stupidly in love with the other (duh)) and reader falls asleep on Luke in the jet after a rough case!!

statistical anomaly

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; after a case drags you to the jet late at night, you fall asleep on luke's shoulder but not before overhearing him talk about you

warnings; fluff, tired reader, team being absolute chaotic little gremlins, spencer reid (my beloved <3)

notes; i saw this and despite how ill i feel (nothing is new there, literally been dying for six months straight(not actually, just feels that way)), i was kicking my feet and giggling because STOP, i need this and want this in my life. so, i may have written a little drabble hehe, is it edited? no. is there mistakes? probably, i'm tired. but the thoughts of luke alvez never stop so enjoy

(also i made this before a case instead of after bc i just honestly, idk, i just did, so whoops but same vibes)

masterlist

It was late when you were called in for a case. You had just got home, texting Luke that you were home safe (like you always did) when Garcia called. She profusely apologised for calling you in so late but then asked you to come back. You did, without question. It wasn’t Garcia’s fault and there were lives to save; even if you were exhausted. 

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you settled into the jet. You were sat around the table. Luke was next to you and Emily and Reid were sat across from you. You all had the case files out, the laptop with Garcia on it was on the table too. Emily began to run you all through the case, preliminary discussions passing quickly without much of a word from you.

You were exhausted and your brain was lagging behind so you knew it was better to stay quiet for now. Once you were done, everyone slipped away into their own little group. Reid and Emily were discussing the case while you simply closed the case file. Luke glanced down at you.

“Everything okay?” He asked softly. You ran your hand across your face before you nodded your head but you weren’t convincing him or anyone. He gently took a hold of your wrist, resting it against the table, “Do you want a coffee?” He added after a moment. You shook your head.

“I’m fine, really,” You attempted to convince him but he wasn’t. He glanced around before his gaze returned to you, “Talk me through the background,” You requested. Luke looked at you for a moment and he eventually gave in to you. You were giving him the eyes and he couldn’t ever resist that. So, he began to read through the background that Garcia had managed to compile.

You really tried to listen but listening to Luke’s voice was calming you down. You felt the exhaustion seeping back in and you let your head rest against Luke’s arm. He - obviously - didn’t have a problem with it. Any excuse to have you close was good enough for him. He loved holding you, touching you, keeping you close.

“Did you get any of that?” He teased softly, noticing how your eyes had fallen closed. You mumbled something but he didn’t catch any of it. You were clearly exhausted and so he shuffled so that you could rest more comfortably against his shoulder, “I’ll wake you when the flight lands,” He whispered softly into your ear. You hummed happily in response before you let sleep take you.

It was hard for Emily and Reid not to notice. Reid was the first to suspect that there was something going on between the two of you but whenever he brought it up, he was shut down. But the rest of the team were catching on now.

“You know, a friendship, on average, takes 21.9 months to turn romantic,” Reid stated and Luke lifted his gaze up, cocking an eyebrow, “But you’ve been friends for nearly three years, so you’re both a statistical anomaly,” He added. Luke tried his best not to shift but it was clear that he was baffled by Reid’s sudden statistics.

“Reid,” Emily warned. It wasn’t that she didn’t want Reid to talk because she did enjoy hearing him but she didn’t want to make a situation out of this right now. They had other things to worry about.

“Nothing is going on between us,” Luke responded. A scoff escaped Emily’s lips involuntarily and Luke’s head snapped towards her, “I’m letting her sleep,” He defended. Emily tried to distract herself from this conversation by looking at the case file but she was still gonna be nosy.

“You let her touch you more than anyone else on the team. You also regularly watch her while she’s working and you’re much more engaged when she speaks and you’re more likely to defend her when one of us fights against her theories. You might not have something going on but you clearly love her and she loves you,” Reid stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Luke’s eyes widened and he glanced down at you before he looked back at Reid.

“How do you know that?” Luke asked, the emotions warring in his chest as he tilted his head to the side slightly.

“Oh, she told me,” A smile appeared on his face and you bit your lip as you still rested against Luke’s shoulder. You had been asleep for a little bit but Reid and Luke speaking had roused you from the brink. You had been silently listening but Reid noticed you begin to smirk slightly.

“Stop talking about me, please,” You mumbled, your tone thick was exhaustion. Luke’s eyes widened and Reid chuckled softly, “I’m trying to get some sleep.” Luke looked down at you and then back at Reid and he seemed completely dumb-founded. He was at a loss for words. It was cute and that is why you just let yourself settle back down and go back to sleep. You needed it.

<3

[steddiealltheway]

Part Ten aka the final part of Not-So-Secret Secret Admirer!!!!!!!!!! Part One. Part Nine. AO3 Link.

Eddie feels... lighter. He still avoids Family Video like the plague and is suffering from intense amounts of guilt, but he feels like maybe things are getting better. He hasn’t heard from Steve since the Family Video incident, but he tries not to dwell too much on it. 

He ends up dwelling on it a lot. So much so, that he almost misses his phone ringing. 

With a sigh, he makes his way over to it, trying not to get too in his head about the Steve stuff. 

“Hello?” he answers, trying not to let the worry seep into his tone. 

“Eddie.” 

Steve.  

“Hi,” Eddie replies breathlessly because he doesn’t know what else to say. His heart races as he wonders if it’s his turn for a lecture and is about to get chewed out over the phone. Honestly, he deserves every bit of it. 

“Hey, uh,” Steve clears his throat and almost sounds... nervous? “I’ve decided to go through with the movie night tonight.” 

“It’s Friday already?” Eddie voices his thoughts. 

Steve chuckles on the other line, “Yeah.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie repeats back even though he’s not entirely sure why. A silence passes between the two, but Eddie doesn’t know how to fill it. 

“Well, I just wanted you to know that it would be cool if you were there.” 

Eddie can’t help but confirm, “It would be cool?” 

“Or metal as you like to say, but yeah,” Steve answers, and Eddie can hear the smile in his tone. 

“I-I’ll be there,” Eddie confirms then groans, “I guess I have to give all the little gremlins a ride anyways.” 

Steve laughs and butterflies flutter in Eddie’s stomach. How did he not realize his crush sooner?  

A silence settles between them, and Steve clears his throat again, “Hey, Eddie I just wanted you to know-” 

A loud knock on Eddie’s door has him nearly dropping the phone and cursing. “Just a minute!” he yells out and puts the phone back to his ear. 

“Everything okay?” Steve asks. 

“Yeah just,” Eddie stops as the knocking continues. 

There’s a laugh on the other line, and Steve says, “I’ll let you get that. Um, see you later... alligator.” 

Eddie laughs and hears Steve curse lightly as he hangs up. 

There’s still knocking on the door and Eddie rushes over to fling it open. Max stands on the other side. “I thought you died or something. Anyways, we need-” 

“A ride. I know.” 

Max smirks at him. “So, mine and El’s plan worked?” 

Eddie scoffs, “I wouldn’t go that far, Red. But... thank you.” And although it was outlandish and El literally had to use her powers, Eddie sincerely means it. Somehow their dumb plan that was probably made during those seconds of them whispering in the back of his van got through to Steve.  

Max waves him off and mutters, “Gross.” But the smile she tries and fails to hide betrays her words. 

She turns to leave, but Eddie realizes he has no idea what time the movie night is at and asks. He earns an eye roll and a quick response of, “Six.” 

He can’t help but feel relieved that it isn’t at eight. 

-:-:-:-:-:-

A few hours later, Eddie finds himself in his van filled with loud teenagers. They all seem to be buzzing with excitement over whatever movie Steve got for them, and it’s a nice change from their last ride. 

Luckily, none of them bother asking him about the Steve situation which surprises him. Maybe Steve’s talk had stuck with them. 

As he approaches Steve’s home, he takes a deep breath and has to remind himself that he was invited. Steve wants him here. 

He gets out of the van without any coercing from the kids – namely Max and El – but stays behind them all in case Steve changes his mind. But then he opens his door with that bright smile and looks so much happier than he did only days ago and waves them all inside. 

Eddie slowly makes his way through the doorway when Steve stops him with a hand on his chest just as he feared. He nearly turns to leave when Steve leans in and says, “I’m really glad you came.” At first, he’s scared that maybe this is all a trap with how kind Steve is being to him, but his tone and smile are sincere. He even catches the glint of his ring that he’s wearing proudly on his hand. 

Eddie just nods in response, too afraid to say anything that might mess up this newfound peace. 

He walks inside and notices a distinct lack of other adults – even Robin. “Robin had plans with Nancy tonight,” Steve explains somehow reading his thoughts. Then, his eyes settle on the coffee table in the living room flooded with snacks and pizza. “And that,” Steve continues, “Is the money all the kids put into the bet.” 

Eddie slightly smiles but still feels so entirely confused as he’s thrown into the deep end of Steve’s friendliness and openness after being in the shallow end for so long. Steve ends up excusing himself to make popcorn, and Eddie finds himself going over to the couch to settle in for the night. He grabs a slice of pizza and tries to push down the feeling that he doesn’t deserve to be there. 

The kids make themselves at home as they dig into the food and chat loudly while Dustin puts in whatever move they’re watching. Steve comes back in with a few bowls of popcorn carefully balanced in his arms which he hands out amongst the group before settling next to Eddie on the couch with one bowl. “Mind if we share?” 

Eddie shakes his head and tries not to feel so thankful when Dustin turns the lights off so Steve can’t see how shaky his hands are as he grabs a handful of popcorn. He tries not be so tense, but Steve’s thigh is pressing right against his, and when Steve sat down, he must’ve rested his arm on the back of the couch because his hand is now grazing his shoulder and- 

Eddie risks a glance to his left and takes in Steve’s features softly lit by the tv. It’s all too much. 

Eddie excuses himself and rushes out the back door and sits in one of the poolside chairs. He sighs and puts his head in his hands. Why can’t he just move on like everyone else? He guesses they’ve had practice with their multiple encounters with the Upside Down stuff. But he hasn’t. 

The sound of the backdoor opening and closing startles Eddie out of his thoughts as he glances up to see Steve slowly make his way toward him. He sits down on the same chair but keeps his distance. “You okay?” 

Eddie glances at him and shakes his head. 

Steve nods in response and runs a hand through his hair. “Want to talk about it?” 

For some reason, that opens the floodgates. “I’m just really really sorry for what I did, and I know that it was horrible, and I put you through so much, but it’s like all of it has suddenly gone away. And I don’t get it, man. Really, if someone did this to me, I probably would’ve run halfway across the country by now to avoid them. And honestly, I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to go back to hating me again. I think that was somehow easier than just pretending like none of this happened. Of course, I don’t want you to hate me I just... I don’t know. I just feel like there was no real resolution on our end, and I don’t know where we stand. Maybe. I don’t know.” Eddie finishes with a shrug and tries not to scold himself for talking too much like he always does. 

“I never hated you,” Steve replies after a few seconds have passed. “But yeah, you’re right. I’ve talked to Robin and the kids, but I haven't really talked to you.” 

Eddie nods and fidgets with his rings. He doesn’t know what to say. 

Luckily, Steve talks instead, “I was hurt at first, but you know that after our last real conversation from that night. But I was honest when I said I just needed space. I needed time to figure things out and not make any decisions when I was feeling so... so heartbroken. But then Robin was just always there trying to defend you and what happened. She eventually opened up about how you were the one who wanted to stop things but she pushed you to continue. She even explained the whole thought process behind her trying to end it with that stupid date.” 

Steve takes a moment to breathe and look back at Eddie. “I was still hurt that the first part had been fake, but I just... slowly had to trust that things between you and me or between me and E.R. slowly became real. And when I got your notes and gifts after I just knew I couldn't cut you out forever. And hell, I missed you, too. I missed everyone really. So, I slowly started talking to Robin again, which let me tell you, not speaking when you’re next to each other for eight hours at a time is really awkward. But it was still a process. And I knew I wanted to talk to you, but when your gifts stopped, I thought maybe you needed space, too. But then the kids showed up and-” 

“Wait,” Eddie interrupts and scrambles to apologize, “Sorry, really, I don’t mean to interrupt but... what do you mean you thought I needed space after the gifts stopped?” 

Steve shrugs and starts fiddling his ring which is honestly quite endearing but not what Eddie needs to be focusing on at the moment. “They just stopped so suddenly that I thought maybe the whole thing about me thinking it was too much was you projecting about it being too much for you, especially after our talk.” 

“But Robin said that you said it was too much...” Eddie trails off as he thinks. Robin who Steve had barely talked to for weeks including during the time Eddie had dropped off the gifts. 

He makes eye contact with Steve who based on his expression has come to the exact same conclusion. He groans and says, “I really wish I would’ve had the whole ‘no meddling in my love life’ talk with her sooner.” 

“She was just looking out for you,” Eddie reasons. 

“Yeah, because that worked out so well last time,” Steve says with a smile. 

And for some reason, Eddie starts laughing. It’s all so stupid. The plan, his impulsiveness, everyone else’s involvement. He starts laughing more, not sure why it’s all so funny to him, but then Steve starts laughing as well, and it’s like nothing has ever been funnier to either of them. 

“I’m so stupid,” Eddie laughs as he feels a tear escape down his cheek. “God, I’m so stupid.” Another tear escapes, and Eddie can’t tell if he’s laughing or crying anymore. He hiccups as laughter and tears escape him and he explains, “Sorry, it’s just all these emotions from these past few weeks are hitting me.” 

Steve’s laughter dies down, and that’s when Eddie notices that his has died down as well. He chokes out, “I’m so sorry, Steve.” 

Steve scoots closer and opens his arms to Eddie. “I know, Eddie, and I forgive you.” 

And it suddenly hits Eddie that that’s what he’s needed but didn’t ever expect to hear. He latches onto Steve and cries into his shoulder apologizing as Steve pulls him in tighter and whispers, “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” 

The tears eventually die down and Eddie is able to focus on his breathing and getting himself back together. “It’s stupid,” Steve says still holding onto Eddie, “But the whole thing about Dustin’s leg really made things click with why you did it. Especially if I was a fraction as annoying as he was. But I’ve gotta let you in on a secret on why I was complaining so much.” 

Eddie pulls away and uses his shirt to wipe the tears and snot – gross – off his face before facing Steve who confesses, “I was hoping that someone would take the hint and maybe suggest that they could fix that issue for me.” He bumps his shoulder against Eddie’s. 

There’s no way. Eddie lightly socks Steve on the arm. “Hey-!” 

“You could’ve told me!” 

“Yeah, but right as I was getting up the courage, I got a secret admirer that kind of distracted me a bit.” 

Eddie groans and lays back in the chair. “I have such horrible timing.” 

“A bit,” Steve says with a laugh and a silence hangs between them. 

Eddie almost makes a dumb joke about how they’ve probably missed a good chunk of the movie when Steve says, “I have to ask about one thing.” 

The serious tone has Eddie sitting up and humming in response. He watches as Steve fidgets his ring, scratches his cheek, runs a hand through his hair, and does a multitude of his nervous ticks that has Eddie trying to fight the urge to hide behind his hair or fidget with his own rings. 

Suddenly, Steve just stops and looks at Eddie all earnestly and nervously before he asks, “Do you still... like me?” 

Eddie’s heart stops beating but then starts pounding so hard that he thinks Steve must hear it too. He nods slowly and confesses, “Steve, I think I’ve loved you since you bit that damn bat’s head off. It somehow just took my brain a lot longer to catch up with what those feelings were. But yeah, I still like you. I don’t think I could ever stop.”  

Steve gently smiles and looks down at his ring. “You know, when I thought we had lost you, that was one of the worst feelings I ever felt. And I knew that I could never lose you again.” 

A breathy laugh is punched out of Eddie at the admission because he’s always felt the same way. “I could never lose you, either.” 

Steve looks at him with that look that feels like it’s only reserved for Eddie as he says, “And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop loving you – no matter the stupid shit that you do. So, if we already agree that we’re never losing each other and we both love each other...” 

Eddie can hardly believe what he’s hearing but he can’t help but protest, “Steve, please stop making this sound like a business deal.” 

Steve laughs loudly, almost surprised by the comment, but he recovers and asks, “Would you seal the deal with a kiss?” 

Eddie stares at Steve for a moment and is baffled by everything he is and everything he’s gone through that has somehow led him here, asking to be with Eddie. “I don’t deserve you,” Eddie says and continues, “Especially after everything I put you through.” 

Eddie jumps as the back door slams open and Dustin yells out, “You realize you turning him down is only going to put him through more shit, so just kiss already!” 

There are some yells of agreement from behind Dustin that Eddie doesn’t even want to think about. How long have they been eavesdropping? 

“What did I say about interfering with my love life?” Steve yells back, and Dustin just smiles wide and waves as he closes the backdoor. 

Eddie takes in what he says as Steve mutters under his breath about those damn kids. “This is the only time I’m glad they’ve interfered,” Eddie comments as he builds up the courage to lean in and finally kiss Steve. 

And, hell, if only he knew he could’ve done this so much sooner. 

Steve somehow pulls him in closer but pulls away to say, “I’m still going to murder them.” 

Eddie nods in agreement before he kisses Steve again. He pulls away and rushes to say, “Just to clarify, we’re dating now, right?” 

Steve huffs and answers, “Actually, I’m waiting on if my secret admirer E.R. ever reveals their true identity.” 

Eddie’s jaw drops, but he leans in and whispers, “Did you know that it’s actually me?” 

Steve fakes his surprise as he gasps and pretends to faint. Eddie easily catches him and pulls him back into a kiss. 

Eddie thinks that this not-so-secret secret admirer plot has to be the dumbest yet smartest (but still mostly dumbest) thing he’s ever done. 

Tag list who I thank for sticking around for this journey. Sincerely, thank you:

@wrenisflying @gobbledy-gluk-gluk @swimmingbirdrunningrock @ghostlyjax @wheatnoodle @yet-still-more-banched @moonshadows-13 @princessstevemunson @adankrivervalleynearyou @manda-panda-monium @brassreign @bornonthesavage @unclewaynemunson @bird-with-pencils @themardlonk @fangirltofangod @csinnamon-fox @mightbeasleep @theysherobinbuckley

@writtenbyancientskeletonhats @nagitoeatsnillacharms73 @duckyreads @hellykelly @glittergluekintsugi @rainydays35 @thatonespacek1d @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @paperbackribs @anaibis @adaydreamaway08 @steviesbicrisis @madaboutmunson2 @goose-on-the-loose @dangdirtydemons @whimsicalwitchm @aftermidnightwriting @toasted-ghosty @queerbeansworld @aryakanojiaa @imhereforthelolzdontyellatme @queerriotgrrrl @iwouldsail @hellomynameismoo @r0semaryyy @hopefulcookieoperatorpersona @pomegranatebb @piningapple @love-kurdt @wallpaper-inside-my-heart @eddiesbabe95 @isaacisunsure @adankrivervalleynearyou @sleepdeprivedflower @gay-little-bitch @ely-seum @tillystealeaves @yes-im-your-mom @ceaselessly-watching @evix-syne666 @sweetharmonychilde @myhorseis-regularsized @homosexual-having-tea @anything-thats-rock-and-roll @henderdads

@spectrum-spectre @phantypurple @britishmysteries @mad-h-w @marivictal @gamerdano @cutiecusp @staninggaycouples @doctorqueensanatomy @virgil-is-a-cutie @sleepy-time @adankrivervalleynearyou @satan-is-obsessed @novelnovella @lottaweirdnameshere @bidisastersworld @justreadingabooksstuff @me-1-2 @shinekocreator @e-dollly @thelittleclare @ajeff855 @estrellami-1 @haluton @hoffmannwrites

@thehumblefigtree @eddiemunsonswife @otterology @precursorandthedragon @th1gh-s @ironydude @space-invading-pigeon @sofadofax @sunfloweringstories @swingset-sunset @eddiemunsonsupremecy @danni-phant0m

[quitealotofsodapop]

I'vs seen alot of headcanons that wukong and nezha act like father and son and always come at ffm to spend time with the shadowpeach kid's.

Now wander what the wukongvers and nezhavers react to it.

Plus the nezhavers being confuse to lmk!nezha being adopted by shadowpeach

hahaha especially since in Monkey King and the Infant; Nezha pretty much moves in with Shadowpeach after getting kicked out of Heaven.

LMK!SWK and Nezha I feel have a relationship similar to brothers, where the lazy older one had to take responsibility for the proactive younger one. A Sans and Papyrus-esque sibling relationship if you will. Also if anything happened to Nezha, the perpetrator would have a bad time.

Imagine all the different Nezha's sitting around, LMK and Yunxiang trying their best to keep the fire gremlins occupied. Then LMK!SWK pokes his head in like;

LMK!SWK, holding one of the Eclipse Twins: "Hey Nez, Mac asks if you could do the dishes in the sink before we start dinner. We're juggling nap duty rn." LMK!Nezha: *annoyed teenager sigh* "Ugh, fine. I'll do it when I get up for the next round of tea." LMK!SWK: "Thanks, kiddo." *leaves* Other Nezha's: ( °□°) (✿〇∀〇) (⊙︿⊙ ✿) LMK!Nezha: "...ok I know it looks bad." 2019!Nezha: "Why is the Monkey King your dad!? LMK!Nezha: "HE'S NOT MY DAD! I JUST LIVE WITH HIM AND BA-" *shuts up suddenly* 0_0 Other Nezhas: (｢ ⊙Д⊙)- Yunxiang: "Come on Big Nez. What were you gonna call the Six Eared Macaque?" LMK!Nezha, hiding face: "...bama." Other Nezhas: *loud Ooos! and mocking little-sibling-like laughter* 2000sCartoon!Nezha: "I knew it!" LMK!Nezha: "They're doing better than my bio dad ok!?" 1979!Nezha: "Oh no doubt about it. These dads aren't even threatening to kill you for being an abomination to nature." LegendsOf!Nezha: "To be fair, the Monkeys themeselves are abominations." Yunxiang, laughing: "Don't speak about your future adoptive-fathers like that!" XD

Eventually, Mac gets annoyed by all the ruckus and tells all the Nezha's to do the dishes or else he's sending them back home early.

[a-world-in-grey]

You might not need another au but do you want it?

Think of how much fun it would be, Sola and Ardyn snarking at each other in the middle of the throne room and before the entire court.

The resemblance is uncanny.

You can track which of the nobles noticed it by how much they pale, their polite masks turning a little bit tense.

You. Are an enabling gremlin.

Plopping this in the Combined Retinue Nox/Sola au, because this is what my brain finally decided to spit out at 2 in the morning.

@secret-engima have an early Christmas present, I guess?

.

“If I have to dress up, Uncle,” his niece tells him fiercely, “then so do you.”

Ardyn raises a brow from the bench he’s languidly lounging on, watching his Tailor circle Sola with sharp eyes as she tugs on the black fabric of the dress she’s wrangled Sola into wearing for her upcoming Coming of Age, unfazed by the equally black scowl on the princess’ face.

Beside him, Nox is firmly pretending to nap on his Shield’s shoulder. Axis has his gaze glued to the book in his hand.

It seems he’ll have no allies from that quarter.

Admittedly, Ardyn had perhaps been enjoying Sola’s irritation too much, and hadn’t bothered to smother his growing amusement with every dark mutter Sola had made about protocol and where the court could shove said protocol.

He gives Sola an indulgent smirk. “I highly doubt I’m on the guest list, my dear. Given the current state of international politics.”

Not that he’d let the lack of an invitation stop him from attending his niece and nephew’s birthday party.

From the glare Sola levels at the mirror, and the minute stiffening of Nox’s spine, Ardyn has the feeling his niblings will ensure he is invited, regardless of anyone else’s feelings on the matter.

Nox’s eyes actually open a sliver when Sola’s magic abruptly curls, all mischievous glee with an edge of bared teeth. His nephew warily eyes his twin and the grin growing on her face.

Ardyn does not share Nox’s apprehension. He rather thinks his niece should smile like that more often.

“A suit for your Uncle, then?” Penelopeia asks archly.

“If you would be so kind.” Sola replies before Ardyn can protest. Sola’s blue eyes narrow on him through the mirror. “Black for the shirt, instead of the suit, I think. Gold as an accent color, but otherwise I have full faith in your judgment.”

To Penelopeia’s credit, his Tailor pauses for but a moment. “Of course, Your Highness.”

Ardyn gives Sola a long look. His niece knows very well protocol prohibits him from wearing black. He is neither a (known) member of the royal family nor in sworn service to them. Sola cares little for protocol and tradition, especially when it gets in her way, but even she can’t get away with flouting such an old and respected tradition. Not like this. “Niece.” He warns.

Sola raises her chin, defiant. “Do you trust me?”

Ardyn sighs. Smiles reassuringly at the fierce girl who’s been Nox and Ardyn’s staunchest supporter these past near three years. “Yes.”

Sola nods, and that is that.

.

Copia Egestas adores her Queen.

Sola’s last minute changes to the twins’ Coming of Age gave her a solid week of extra work to do - with help from Ignis, who volunteered on account of her being nearly six months pregnant - hunting through the Archives and preparing her arguments before she and Sola sat down in front of the King and finally told him exactly who would be presenting his daughter at her Coming of Age. Presenting both his children, in fact.

Unsurprisingly, Regis was not pleased. But between Sola’s staunch refusal to change her mind and Copia’s presented precedents, he reluctantly conceded.

Now, eyeing everyone as they wait to enter the ballroom, Copia can only feel a vicious anticipation.

Nox and Sola make a striking pair in black and gold. Both of them have their hair carefully pulled back, decorated further with gold. Nox still wears his usual earrings, the only silver on him as he’d declined the offer for golden versions, and Sola has mirrored him with a set of earrings arranged in the opposite ears. Not the same earrings, but the studs and climber are similar enough in shape to achieve the desired effect.

Copia’s sleeveless black dress is cut to flatter her pregnant figure, a gold shawl for her shoulders because six months pregnant and she gets uncomfortably warm now that the summer months are upon them, which also why she’s elected for an updo instead of letting her thick curls tumble loose. Unlike Sola, Copia is in comfortable flats instead of heels, again on account of being pregnant.

Axis is in a black suit jacket with gold details, and his Clan’s purple and green tartan. His hair’s been styled back from his face, but otherwise remains free.

Axis isn’t the only one wearing purple and green. Nox has the shifting purple-green galahdite in his ears, hair, and decorating his cufflinks. Sola’s chosen a selection of amethysts and emeralds to decorate her gold jewelry, while Copia had been gifted a pair of ebony hair sticks topped with amethyst and emerald carved cabochons.

(Copia knows just enough about Galahdian culture to know to tell Penny the goal, and follow the woman’s instructions on how to support Axis without overstepping cultural boundaries. The result, she is told, is a careful blend of Lucian and Galahdian color codes, but Copia has never seen Axis struck speechless before so she makes a mental note to commend Penny and her recommended jewelers for their hard work.)

With Ardyn, however, Penny has evidently decided to take refuge in audacity.

The suit is a lovely shade of dark purple, decorated with an intricate pattern of - much to Copia’s amusement - peacock feathers. At a glance they could be mistaken for phoenix feathers, certainly, but Copia knows her birds, and those feathers belong to the phoenix’s non-magical dramatic cousins. Studded at the eye of each feather are small galahdite stones to match Nox and Axis.

Under the suit, Ardyn’s shirt is black, which will no doubt give the Court conniptions and the press a field day, despite them following protocol to a T. Instead of a traditional tie, Ardyn’s kept his usual scarf, but in a rich green. How it doesn’t clash with the purple, Copia doesn’t know, but she knows Ardyn’s vest is a matching shade of green. Ardyn has a gold and galahdite lapel pin, linked by a fine gold chain to a paired piece on the front of his breast pocket.

The master of ceremonies glances over at them, expression half-expectant, half-despairing.

It turns to resignation when Ardyn and Sola gift him identical smirks.

Nox sighs.

Copia hides a grin behind her hand. Oh yes, tonight is going to be so very entertaining, with uncle and niece actively working together.

She wonders how many people will notice the family resemblance before the end of the night?