An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Pigsy & Sun Wukong | Monkey King (Monkie Kid), Qi Xiaotian | MK & Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Pigsy & Qi Xiaotian | MK
Characters: Pigsy (Monkie Kid), Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Qi Xiaotian | MK, Tang (Monkie Kid), Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque
Additional Tags: Humor, Family Shenanigans, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Pigsy is So Done (Monkie Kid), Sun Wukong | Monkey King is Trying His Best, Qi Xiaotian | MK is So Done, Do Not Mess With Pigsy's Cooking, Fictober 2025, prompt: this is new, Banter, Bickering, The Author is Tormenting Wukong in a Silly Way
Series: Part 3 of Fictober 2025
Summary:
MK gets back home only to find Wukong and Pigsy bickering. Which would not be unusual, if Pigsy wasn't also trying to...teach Monkey King to cook? And of couse, this all started because Wukong decided to be an idiot and accidentally insulted Pigsy's cooking...
@fictober-event
prompt #2 This is New
The Work:
When MK parked in front of the restaurant, he was greeted with the sound of pigsy’s yelling, muffled by the closed door. He sighed, wondering what that was about. After a long shift, followed by training with Macaque, the last thing he needed was to deal with an angry Pigsy.
It was strange though. The shift went well, not too busy, not too slow, and Pigsy was in a good mood for the whole day. What in the world could've gone sour this quickly? It was rare to hear even Pigsy shout this loud.
“Guys?” He asked as he entered the restaurant.
“....AND MILLENIA OLD AND CAN BARELY COOK AN EGG! AND NOT TO MENTION YOUR DICIN' SKILLS! DON’T HOLD THE KNIFE LIKE THAT! YOU’LL CUT YOUR OWN FINGERS OFF!”
“Heh, that would be funny! My own fingers in the noodle sou-”
“IF YA SPILL EVEN A DROP OF BLOOD IN MY KITCHEN I’LL MAKE YA SCRUB THE WHOLE PLACE SO MUCH IT LITERALLY SHINES!”
MK blinked at the sight before him.
Pigsy and Monkey King stood behind the counter, Monkey King mortified and clearly busy with something on it, while Pigsy furiously stood over him with a wooden spatula in his hand. Small stacks of sliced and diced veggies decorated the counter. To make the whole scene weirder, Tang sat to the side, his staff in hand, as if he was guarding the firmer two, a smile on his face that was everything but reassuring.
“Ummm…hi guys?” MK greeted hesitantly as he entered, wondering if he was making a mistake and if he should've simply dropped by Mei’s or Red’s and left his dad, Tang and Wukong to it.
“Oh, hi MK,” Tang said, his smile turning from vaguely menacing to a genuine one.
“Oh, there you are kid!” Pigsy, voice still gruff but lower, though his ire was clearly not aimed at MK, “Did you know your mentor was about as hopeless in the kitchen as an average sea slug?”
“Hey! I can at least-OW!” Monkey King yelped as Pigsy hit him over the head with the spatula.
“Will you focus on dicin'?”
“Will you stop hitting me in the same spot!”
“Oh, right!" Pigsy said and smacked Wukong on the shoulder instead, “there!”
“Ow! Not what I…ugh…” Monkey King turned his face to MK and silently mouthed “Help!”
"Don't help!" Pigsy said, "he got himself into this mess!"
MK sat his gym bag by the door, “What’s going on?”
“I simply said I’m not the best cook!” Monkey King cried, “And now he’s giving me ‘cooking lessons!’ OW!” Air quoting the words cooking lessons earned him another smack with a spatula. “You know what you’re worse than Master Subodhi! OW!”
“If you just said that you wouldn’t be in this position! Now keep dicing!”
Realizing he won’t get any answer from Wukong nor Pigsy, MK turned to Tang with a questioning look.
“Monkey King is somewhat downplaying his infraction,” Tang said in a pleasant voice, “He implied that making instant noodles counts as cooking.”
“Uh-oh…” MK cringed, joining Tang at the table, “Yeah, sorry Monkey King…you got yourself into this one…”
“But…but…you’re my loyal student!”
“And he’s a loyal son and he knows better than to call making that, that...convenient insult to cooking BASICALLY THE SAME THING I DO!!!”
“But-”
“Ha-ha, Monkey King, I wouldn’t finish that sentence!” MK said, suddenly having a strong urge to clamp his mentor’s mouth, "That's probably better as an inside thought!”
“Anyways, I concluded that I won’t have my son spending hours upon hours with a person who can’t even fry an egg correctly, so cooking lessons!”
“Unwanted cook-OWCH!”
“Be grateful I’m teaching you after that insult!” Pigsy grumbled.
“Ok, what exactly did Monkey King say?
The trio were quiet for a moment.
“Yeah, I’m not going to repeat it, because I feel like it would result in me being banned from here!” Monkey King said.
“Exactly! You’re lucky you’re not already banned! And I ain’t repeating that horrid sentiment!” Pigsy swung his wooden spoon with more force, catching the back of Monkey Kings head.
“OUCH!”
“As Pigsy said,” Tang started carefully, “Monkey King may have implied that, while he’s not the best cook… he's doing the same thing as Pigsy does…by making instant ramen…”
“Ooooof…yeah, Monkey King that is…not very Great Sagely of you…” Mk cringed, “Sorry, I can’t help you with this one.”
“Yeah,” I’m starting to realize that,” Wukong said, rubbing his head.
“No, I don’t think you do,” MK sighed. “It’s…ok, know those cheap-ass Monkey King impersonators on the street?”
“Those that look like they bought their costumes at the cheap novelty store?” Monkey King asked.
“Yeah. The ones that stop fooling even like toddlers,” MK said, remembering the exact moment when he, aged four, realized that the Monkey King in the main square was just a slightly hairy guy in a cheap costume. The disappointment was crushing. “See, calling making ramen the basically the thing as cooking actual noodles is like comparing those guys to you! And, I mean, I’m with Pigsy on this one.”
“Oh. OH! Oh crap!” Monkey King’s eyes filled with horror as he turned to Pigsy, “I'm so, so sorry!"
“Tsk! Figures your self-absorbed butt would only realize this when someone relates it to you! Apology not accepted!” Pigsy said, though his face softened slightly, “But I’m still teaching you to cook! That predecessor of mine…how long was your Journey again? Ten years or something? All that time, and he didn’t manage to teach you to cook? Tsk…”
“I’m a monkey! I can live off fruit! I don’t need to know how to cook!”
“Uh-hu, yet you can eat almost as much of my noodles as that one,” Pigsy pointed at Tang.
“Well, yeah, I developed a fondness for mortal cuisine! And I gotta give it to you, your food is fantastic!”
“Yet you compare it to that instant crap!” The chef scowled.
“I said I’m sorry! I don’t know much about cooking! This is new to me!”
“Tsk!” Pigsy looked unconvinced.
“And I meant what I said about your food being Great! Some of the best I ever had-OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR??”
“Flattery won't! Work! I know my food is great! Also stop whining, Mr. invulnerable!”
“I’m not whining!” Wukong said, rubbing the back of his head, “Those last few hits, they actually kinda hurt! And that isn’t flattery!”
“Huh!” Pigsy looked somewhat surprised, weighing the spoon in his hand, “Well, good to know!”
The two seemed to be at the standstill, Monkey King seemed atypically sheepish, standing there with the knife, glancing between the veggies and Pigsy’s wooden spoon while Pigsy stared him down, arms crossed.
“Ok,” Mk got up with a sigh, “what now?”
“What do you mean what now?” Pigsy turned to him, grumpy, “I said, I’m teaching your moronic mentor to cook!”
“Wait, so you’re serious about these cooking lessons?” Monkey king asked, “I thought you were just messing with me!”
Pigsy glanced at MK, giving him a small smile, before he let out a long, loud sigh, pointing the wooden spoon at the monkey almost accusatorily, “Do you actually want to learn?”
“You couldn’t have asked that befor-”
“Just answer the question!”
Monkey King looked at the pile of food in front of him, then at MK, “Well, I never particularly had the need for this but, you know…I should probably stop feeding the kid just fruit and snacks and ha-ha-haddocks! Yup! A lot of haddock!”
“Tsk, do ya take me for an idiot? I know you’ve been feedin' him food from your hair, you idiot! But ok, you want to learn, ya will learn! Because this,” Pigsy picked up a rather large piece of chopped celery, “will not do!”
“Yeah, yeah, what was it? Your dead grandma's left food dices better than me-which I sincerely doubt, may I add-”
“You may not!”
“-but yeah. Maybe it's time to add a skill to my roster! Become a cooking disciple!”
“Ugh,” Pigsy rubbed the bridge of his nose, “I’m going to regret this, will I not?”
“I mean, the Monkey King could repay you by doing the dishes!” MK suggested.
“What? Kid?” Monkey King looked appalled, and vaguely betrayed “But-”
“Sorry, Monkey King, but you’re the one teaching me I gotta relax more. And, well, not doing the dishes will help me do that!”
“I should’ve known you would have some sneaky ideas after spending this much time with Macaque…” Monkey King grumbled.
“Ooooh, I like that idea too!” Pigsy chuckled, “Ok, from tomorrow on, a few times a week, you will come here, after shift, for lessons! And the dish duty! No excuses!”
“You really do remind me of master Subodhi…” Wukong sighed.
“He-he, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Pigsy chuckled.
“Do…do I start dish duty today?” Wukong asked, glancing at the pile of dishes in the corner.
“You bet you are! I gotta salvage all these veggies I had you practicing on! What, afraid of dishsoap?”
Mark looked at Monkey King. A dozen or so emotions flashed across his face. Annoyance, embarrassment, anger, reluctance, but then, he met MK’s eyes and smiled, “Well, I gotta figure out how to feed you bud, huh?”
“Well…not to sound ungrateful, but I am tired of always delivering food myself, or eating literal hair, and while instant food can be a great substitute for people who can’t cook are are too depressed to cook or whatever, it really lacks compared to home cooked meals so…”
“Ugh, you should say you’re doing enough, oh my great master! But no, you first stick me with dish duty and now this?” Monkey King feigned offense, reaching over to teasingly ruffle MK’s hair, “But ok, ok, I can accept criticism. Sometimes. Fine, Pigsy, you got a deal!”
“Great! Ok, knowing I get to have you as my disciple for the time being,,” Pigsy grinned mischievously, “and also knowing you’re the one that will be dealing with the dishes today, I decided I have tormented you enough for the time being! Now shoo, go sit next to Tang and MK so I can find something for all of us to eat!”
They all gathered around the table and Pigsy served them all noodles, even Monkey King, albeit with some reluctance, “You better appreciate that more than the insta crap!”
“I do, I do, I said I’m sorry!”
MK chuckled, “Yeah, I think you committed an unforgivable sin!”
“Oh come on, it’s not like I burned your place down!”
“Oh, I could get over that! Actually, that Red Kid actually did it but he never insulted my cooking!”
“Ok, ok, I said I’m-”
“Apology not accepted! Now eat your noodles before I decide that your abysmal dicing skills disqualify you from eating those!”
“Ok, ok, stars!” Monkey King started to shove the noodles in his mouth, “You know what, at least Macaque wasn’t here to see this! You won’t tell him kid, right?”
MK felt put on the spot. On the one hand, Monkey King probably had enough humiliation for the day. On the other, it would be really funny to tell this story to Macaque, “Wel…I…”
“Kid,” Monkey King pointed the chopsticks at him, “Don’t. You. Dare.”
“Oh don’t be so confident about your secret being safe, Wukong,” one of the shadows suddenly spoke, spooking everyone but the Monkey King who had an expression that made it very clear he was done with that day. “I saw this whole thing, so, MK, you won’t have to choose between being boringly decent mentee and, well, fun and mischievous!" he said, nonchalantly slipping into the seat next to MK.
“I’m not boring!”
“Well, the jury is out on that one. But sticking Wukong with dishwashing duty? Ten out ot ten move right there!” He patted MK on the shoulder.
“Thanks!” MK couldn't help himself.
“That is your influence!” Wukong accused him. “And you just had to come in and make my day even worse, right?
“Guilty on both counts,” Mac snickered, unbothered.
“What are you doing in the shadows of my kitchen?” Pigsy, not Macaque's biggest fan, glared at him.
“Don’t worry, I’m not spying or anything! I felt some demon activity so I decided to follow the kid home, just to be safe. And don’t worry,” he said as Pigsy’s expression grew from angry to worried, “It was just those two idiots Jin and Yin messing with an ATM. I didn’t even have to do anything. Some tiny elderly lady beat them with a purse. Then, once I was here, I saw Wukong being in a disparaging position and, well,” he leaned back in his chair, “can’t blame me for staying for the show, can you?”
Tang chuckled, and even MK had to suppress a snicker, while Pigsy gave Mac an actually appreciative grin, “Well, I gotta I admit I can’t! Let me grab you a bowl!”
The group settled into a comfortable chatter, even as Wukong pouted a bit and, within ten minutes, Pigsy, Monkey King and Macaque ended up caught in a three-way-bickering that somehow ended with Mac being charged with the dish duty alongside Wukong.
“Well, this will be interesting,” Tang muttered to MK, “how much do you want to bet that soothing will be burned, bent or broken in the next five minutes?"
Fandom - Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja (Samurai AU)
Ship - Randy/Rei(OC)
Characters - Randy Cunningham, Rei Suzuki, Ninjanomicon, Samurai Crystal
Archive Warnings - None
Archive Rating - Teen & Up
Extra - Short and sweet, another take with my late cat in this, headcanons, Ninjanomicon is able to telepathically talk to its current Ninja including The Creep as well the Samurai Crystal is the same
Randy stood behind Rei making her look over her shoulder at him which Randy tapped her right wrist in a silent question of asking to hold her arm which she nodded once as a silent yes. Randy carefully held Rei’s right wrist in his making the Japanese girl trail her gaze to her hand. Randy moved Rei’s hand holding the cat toy up and down making the feather toy swing around with its aluminum bell ring gaining the cat’s attention as it began to paw at it with its tail swaying slowly behind it before jumping trying to grab the toy in its paws.
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In where once again Randy pet sits his aunt's cat and Rei gets to experience cat toys as well; featuring the Ninjanomicon and Samurai Crystal
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hey same day too noice
Finally got this finished while waiting for my phone to cool down while charging after playing Love and Deepspace for a good hour and now I need to do prompt three and four
This never would have happened if we didn't answer that distress call.
"Keith!" they all yelled in unison.
"Inside thoughts," Shiro said firmly.
Keith scowled and angrily palmed his eyes before curling his fingers down his cheeks, leaving angry red trails. "That's the problem. This whole mind-link thing. All our inside thoughts are outside thoughts now. Why are you looking at me like I'm the bad guy? It's not like I actually said it!"
He still thought it.
He's got a point though.
Yeah, this is not ideal.
Is this temporary or is it like a forever sort of thing?
We should test if distance affects this at all.
Either this is temporary or I will be.
"Keith!"
"I'm sorry! I just-- Look, it's a dark place in there and I didn't ask for this!"
Lance's brows met in concentration. He let the barrage of thoughts hit him and pass over, trying not to open up his defenses by chasing after them, no matter how tempting.
He's right but should we be concerned?
Maybe he's just hangry.
When was the last time we ate anyway?
Was it breakfast? That was like forever ago.
With the little crustation thingamies! Those were so good! Hunk did a great job!
"You're all too loud!" Keith buried his fists in his mullet, pulling at the root and giving himself an unnecessary facelift. "Lance! Shut the hell up!"
"Oh hell nah." Lance said before returning to his sixteenth run though of Gasolina.
What in the K-pop is that?
He's like a bluetooth speaker.
Lance. Play All Star by Smash Mouth.
Sure. Why not. Lance obliged.
Lance. Play Last Resort by Papa Roach.
He didn't know that one. He returned to Gasolina.
Lance. Volume 2.
Lance. Open the magic door.
Inner peace.
Lance. Stop.
"Can't stop. Won't stop," he said stubbornly.
Is this what plays in his head all the time?
Sure would explain a lot.
That wasn't very nice.
Wait. This isn't K-pop.
No. Look at him. He's doing this on purpose.
Must have something in there he doesn't want us to find.
Oh, that he has a mega-super crush on Allura?
Like we don't know.
Bet he was the one that broke the space coffee machine.
They were right. But they would never know that. He just cranked up the internal volume a notch more.
What would happen if we formed Voltron right now?
We'd probably unlock it's final form.
Imagine: a form that's never been seen before.
Legendary.
"Okay but seriously, Lance," Shiro pinched the bridge of his nose like he was in pain. "Volume down. Nobody is happy about this situation. But if we're gonna get through it we're gonna have to give each other some grace. We all have thoughts that we can't help. But what we can help is saying them aloud. We don't have that luxury anymore. This is gonna get real. It's gonna get raw. And it will get nasty. If we can get though this we will be all the stronger for it. So first we are going to eat, wash up, and rest. We'll figure things out tomorrow. Dismissed."
* * *
Keith was right. This was a curse. Worse than a curse.
It wasn't like Lance had any one big secret to hide. It was just a bunch of little things that he didn't care for the team to know.
Like how much he thought about his mom. How much he missed her hugs. That even though he acted confidant and flirty, deep down he felt broken and alone. He was just a boy from Cuba. What the hell was he doing piloting Voltron? There were better pilots out there. Heck, he wouldn't have even made it into the fighter pilot class if Keith hadn't been kicked out. Keith and his stupid hair that really wasn't that bad. But Keith had no business knowing that.
Basically, who he had made himself out to be as a person was kinda, sorta not at all accurate.
He didn't mean for it to turn out this way. Fake it 'till you make it type of situation. And that had started before he had ever been accepted into the Galaxy Garrison. But the faking it had gotten out of control. And here he was, piloting the strongest weapon in the universe. What a joke.
And he would very much like to keep that all to himself, thank you very much. So he would continue to blast music in his head, no matter how quickly it was growing old, if it meant he could keep everybody out.
At least with everybody in their separate rooms, they were more muted, quieter. Like someone speaking from the other side of the door. Maybe Pidge was right about the distance thing.
It started after we drank that spiky stuff, so maybe this will go away after it leaves our systems?
The sooner the better. I don't like being all open like this.
At least nobody else was happy with the situation. Especially Keith. He had been a non-stop stream of negativity and anger.
This is so stupid. How could anyone think this is a good idea. We're all gonna end up killing each other. Well, not everybody, but I will definitely knife Lance in his sleep if he doesn't shut the hell up. What the fuck is up with that? Is that his favorite song or something? Why am I getting mental images of Hunk's toes right now?
Uh, maybe because I'm trimming my toenails. Wait. Can you all see what I'm seeing?
Kinda.
Yeah, if you're concentrating.
How are we supposed to shower?
Like we haven't already seen each other naked.
I haven't actually.
We've been Pacific Rim drifting by piloting Voltron. That seems way more intimate than like, existing in a body.
Yeah, but that's when we're battling awesome alien mecha bots. Don't really have time to be worrying about everybody else's trauma.
I'm saying it doesn't matter.
It matters to me!
Well it doesn't matter to Lance. He's already naked.
How can you tell?
Listen.
Is-- Is that?
LMFAO? Yeah.
I haven't thought of them in years.
What's LMFAO?
You know, maybe he's got this figured out. I can't see anything, even if I push.
Why would you want to?
I'm just saying he has a system and it's working for him.
Let's just all shower with our eyes closed. Problem solved.
* * *
Can't fucking sleep.
We know.
Do you think we'll like, share dreams?
Dunno. Maybe.
What would that look like?
Mmm. I mostly just fix coding issues.
In your dreams?
Yeah? I think about them all day and it stresses me out. But when I relax I can usually come up with a solution. What do you guys dream about?
I'm on a yacht. A cocktail in my hand, my fiancé tanning beside me. The existence of aliens is still a hotly debated issue.
I didn't know you have a fiancé.
I go to bed meal planning, so most of my dreams involve me finding new ingredients on different planets, or the food becoming sentient and eating me.
What about you, Keith?
Keith? Buddy?
I need to hit something.
Did he just get up?
He's going to the training room.
I think this is hitting him hardest of all.
Is Lance asleep yet?
Nah, he's playing Cruel Summer on repeat.
At least he's within the decade.
Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. This is fucked up and I hate everything about it.
I wonder what he's trying so hard to keep from us?
It's not that he's keeping anything. Would you welcome anyone into your head if given the option?
Damn. That's raw. Should have put on gloves. At least it's kinda quiet.
Not really.
That's a no from me.
Exactly. We're all dealing with this in our own ways.
Fucking hell. There's blood everywhere. I'm gonna yeet myself out the airlock.
Lance sat up. Keith halfway meant that. Why wasn't anybody else paying attention?
Oh, something's got Lance all worked up.
I feel it too. Think he's having a nightmare?
Probably just a boner.
Should we go wake him up?
No, he's awake. I'm gonna go check on him.
But Lance was out of bed and running down the hall, Fire Burning blaring in his head.
The further away he ran, the quieter Shiro's confusion got at finding his room empty.
Red faced and out of breath, Lance burst into the training room to find Keith sprawled out on his back, examining his bloodied knuckles. Keith looked up at him in confusion.
The fuck is this guy's problem now?
Lance bent over and placed his hands on his knees, struggling to catch his breath enough to talk.
"Airlock," he finally managed to choke out.
Keith sat up, looping an arm around his knee, and squinted at him. He got the pleasure to hear Keith's condescending confusion in real-time, profanity and all. "What?"
"You were thinking about..." Lance couldn't actually bring himself to say it.
Keith's scowl softened as his confusion deepened. "Wait. Are you--"
--actually concerned about me?
Um, yeah. Duh.
Stupid.
I'm not stupid! You're the one that's being stupid right now. You and your stupid hair.
Lance. I think stuff like this all the time.
That was alarming. Even if it didn't make sense. Keith was a hothead sure, but that just mean he cared. He didn't actually want to die. Did he?
Keith's gaze was sharp enough to cut. "What? You thought you were the only one who's a different person on the inside?"
As a matter of fact, he did. Wait did that mean--
Yeah.
Mierda. Can everybody--
Doesn't seem like it, no.
Then how--
Probably the same way you were able to hear me all the way over here.
But why?
Hell if I know.
Lance sank down to the floor beside him. Nothing was making sense. He wanted more than anything to go back to the way it was.
You and me both.
Keith sighed and rubbed his face with his hands, getting blood everywhere.
"You really think my hair isn't that bad?"
Not the question Lance was expecting. He really didn't think Keith gave two farts what anybody thought about his hair.
"Dude!"
Lance looked up to see him red faced, hand clamped over his mouth. It was then that he realized he was imagining running his hand through his hair.
"Ah!" Lance jumped up and waved his hands wildly. "No. No no no no no no no no! It's not weird! I mean-- yeah, okay it's weird, but I grew up with sisters and--"
He thought of his mom, who taught him how to braid. Of how Ronnie would ask him to do her hair before she went out on a date, before she cut it all off. How much he missed his family, and touching hair might make him feel closer to them. It was sacred and a tactile intimacy that he missed dearly. That he would never dare presume to touch Allura's hair. Or Keith's for that matter.
"You are so weird."
But then Lance felt more than saw a memory. About being very small, encased in very strong arms, safe. Her hands were in his hair as she hummed a simple, soothing tune. It was distant and more of a memory of a memory, buried in unanswered questions and resentment. But it was still precious and marked with longing.
There was a question there.
And then shame. Anger. Frustration. Keith's deeper emotions were flowing into him with an ease that he didn't get with the others. Those were more surface thoughts. This was something else. It was too real. Vulnerable.
"Hey. It's okay."
Airlock thoughts intensified.
"No. Keith. I got you." Lance reached out, but his hand caught itself in a fist before he could touch.
Can I?
Keith hid his red rimmed eyes in his arm. Mouth sealed in embarrassment. But Lance was all but crushed under Keith's overflowing want and shame.
If he changed his mind, Lance would know instantly. He held his breath and reached out again.
Keith didn't care for how Lance carded his fingers through the silky strands. Understandable. It was still damp from his shower and Lance's fingers didn't slide smoothly. But a gentle warmth filled Lance's chest when his fingertips massaged his scalp.
Like this?
Keith buried his face deeper into his arms. There was a thought, but it was quickly extinguished and stomped so far down that Lance couldn't read it. Good to know that it was possible to still hide things. Too bad he didn't have anything left to hide.
Well, except maybe one thin—
And that thought was boxed up, placed in another box, mailed somewhere on the other side of the universe and placed in an industrial baler, never to be heard from again.
And just maybe this curse wasn't so bad. It had given them both a peice of something they thought lost forever, that they never would have known. That even though there were parts of themselves they didn't really like, it was comforting to know that they were not alone in that.
And maybe this was a forever thing. Or maybe they'd wake up in the morning and find themselves once again alone in their thoughts.
re prompt 2 and the ask in the replies: not a fan of 2ps, sorry (nothing against them, just not into em.) would prefer 1p (nyo is okay too). if you want to fill it for 2ps though i'm sure there's people out there who would love it
