His husband primarily lived off fruit, like peaches, but it wasn't just that. DBK enjoyed the sweetness of fruit, regardless of how tart or bitter it could be. It tasted good, as well as brought to mind memories.
So, when he was freed, Sun Wukong wasted no time in presenting him with fruit.
It was a good way to get used to food again, according to him. "Your teeth look good," the monkey said after a quick look-over. "But your stomach probably won't be ready for heavier things."
So, fruit it was.
"Thank you, my love." DBK looked over the spread. There was a wide variety- peaches and bananas, of course, loquat, lychee, melons, persimmons, pears, logans, and more exotic fruits, like mangoes and raspberries and…
"What is that?"
"What's what?"
DBK plucked up a piece of the strange fruit. It had an orange color, with several black seeds attached along the edge. He gave it a sniff. It didn't smell good, but the color and softness was tempting.
"Oh, that's papaya! It's not really new, but I never got it before, so I figured it would be something nice to try."
His husband was too sweet.
"Thank you, my love." DBK held out his hand, and a knife was placed there.
He scraped off the seeds, setting them in a small bowl. Wukong had mentioned that his garden needed some work, so maybe he would be interested in planting them? With that done, he raised the piece up and took a bite.
"…sweet…"
It felt creamy to his tongue. He chewed for a few more seconds, soaking up the flavor, as he did every other piece.
"Reminds me of you."
His husband, his sweet husband, simply beamed and offered up another piece.
these are gonna get done really sporadically but im starting w catrine since shes new
B A S I C S
FULL NAME: catrine wolfsblood
GENDER: lesbian
SEXUALITY: Lesbian
PRONOUNS: she/her
O T H E R S
FAMILY: her wife petra and her children malin and eidr are long since dead, considering the last time she saw them was in 1225 A.E. and norn don’t usually die of old age anyway. she loved petra and her kids more than….almost anything. when it came down to it, her stubbornness won out and though she has some regrets she hasn’t looked back
FRIENDS: the vigil brought her to mistwalker nix, who, despite being a good five to six feet shorter than her, is kind of a kindred spirit - they’re both grumpy, stubborn and rule-averse, liking to do things under their own prerogative.
BIRTHPLACE: hoelbrak, 1170 A.E. - one year after hoelbrak was established, actually. she helped protect the city from a young age until 1225, when she rather publicly turned her back on wolf, the city and everyone else and left with instruction to not come back. disrespecting wolf as bad as she did had consequences, though, in the form of a fucked-up curse that forces her into werewolf form and ensures she’ll never quite get the hang of controlling it for as long as she refuses to pay respects to wolf
JOB: joining the vigil was a recent development, but she’s very loosely working for it. basically they point her in the direction of something they want fucked up and let her go. when you’re as stubborn (and old) as catrine is you don’t take well to strict orders
PHOBIAS: losing control of herself unexpectedly, the fact that as far as she knows she’s never going to get to die
GUILTY PLEASURES: it’s barely even guilty but she luxuriates in being the big fucked up cryptid in the shiverpeaks. when she’s wolf-shifted she sleeps in abandoned lodges and rolls around in the dirt and gets to eat whatever the fuck she wants as long as she catches it herself bc when you’re 20 feet tall with claws and teeth like railroad spikes you have a distinct advantage over everything else
M O R A L S
MORALITY ALIGNMENT?: chaotic neutral. she might’ve made some friends in the vigil, but really she just wants to help murder all the dragons and then be left alone
T H I S - O R - T H A T
INTROVERT/EXTROVERT: extrovert
ORGANIZED/DISORGANIZED: when she still lived in hoelbrak her house almost constantly looked like a tornado just hit. a little mess never hurt anyone
CLOSE MINDED/OPEN-MINDED: close-minded for the most part. she’s got her beliefs and she’s not changing them
CALM/ANXIOUS: outwardly very calm. it might take her awhile to re-right herself after a drastic change but she’s pretty good at taking a hit, getting up and moving on
DISAGREEABLE/AGREEABLE: disagreeable
CAUTIOUS/RECKLESS: as a young woman she was definitely reckless - that’s how norn do, baby!! now that she’s got a curse that figuratively slaps her upside the head and LITERALLY turns her into a crazed werewolf every time she gets a little too cocky, she’s become extremely cautious
PATIENT/IMPATIENT: deeply impatient. why wait for things to come to you when you can go out and grab them yourself?? she knows how to be patient but it doesnt mean she likes it at all
OUTSPOKEN/RESERVED: outspoken when she gets the chance to be but she spends most of her time alone
LEADER/FOLLOWER: alpha FUCKING wolf babeyyyy
EMPATHETIC/UNEMPHATIC: has steadily become more empathetic as she’s gotten older. wolf’s curse was good for one thing only
OPTIMISTIC/PESSIMISTIC: big pessimist
HARD-WORKING/LAZY: hard-working, but only at things she really cares about. fighting? no shortcuts. catching her own food while she’s out in the woods? eh, wolf gave me this form for a reason
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
she actually found nix after she emerged from the mists in 1313 and helped bring her back to the safety of metrica province, but she was a big fucked up werewolf at the time so she didn’t stick around to talk. happenstance brought them back together in the vigil - catrine recognized her, but nix obviously didn’t. she’s come to really adore nix’s kids biakka and bhekke, and sees herself and petra in nix’s search for nastia
whoops, she’s the werewolf that bit dorian rose in 1312 after she gets injured by a wild animal, drags herself into divinity’s reach to recover and he stops to try and help her. she really didn’t expect to lose control as soon as she did, but it’s called a curse for a reason! she seeks him out after the fact and explains what’s gonna happen to him, but doesn’t stick around to help him out - divinity’s reach is crawling with seraph, shining blade and ministry guard, all three of which have big old fucking swords that may not be able to kill her but can certainly hurt her
serena the sweet was just a sapling when she came to the vigil, but she had big plans - like killing an elder dragon herself. catrine didn’t believe it for a second, but had to admire serena’s spirit. five years later serena’s done a lot more than kill zhaitan and catrine can’t help but be impressed. also sylvari are immune to dragon corruption so they could theoretically be immune to werewolf bites and I Think That’s Interesting
she and fellow vigil soldier anthea ghostreaver have similar personalities in a way that means they both respect and want to fucking fight each other. anthea follows rules where catrine turns her nose up at them, but they’re both irreverent and more self-assured than they probably should be (and neither of them is very good at acknowledging mistakes)
So, for a fic, I have the TLT acting in a JTTW movie called Demons West. The fun part is that Spicynoodles, cast as DBK and Wukong respectively, end up making people ship Sweetbeef because they cannot stop being gay.
Cut to DBK throwing his TV out and Wukong cackling.
Summary: DBK has to deal with an unwelcome guest at lunch. (Sweetbeef, fluff.)
Sun Wukong is beautiful.
That was a common agreement between the sworn brothers. You would have to be blind not to see it, especially when Wukong laughed. Yes, DBK knew the others were attractive, but nothing could compare to Wukong’s sunshine-warm laugh. Anyone would be a fool not to fall when they heard it.
Anyone.
Including the celestial sitting at Wukong’s side, across from him, who was smiling as Wukong poured him wine. DBK had no idea why Erlang Shen was here or eating lunch with them. He had arrived to find him here, chatting with Wukong, both of their weapons to the side and Erlang Shen’s hunting hound snoozing away. Before DBK could even think about what to do, Wukong had seen him.
And now he was here.
Eating with a celestial.
A celestial who stared at Wukong like he wanted to kiss him.
“So,” Wukong said as he dropped into his chair. “What brings you by, Brother Ox?” He grabbed a peach and took a bite, the juice running down his chin and dripping across his hand.
DBK took a breath and tore his eyes away from that peach. “Must I have an excuse to visit you, brother?” he said, smiling at his sworn brother. “I missed your face.”
Wukong made a delighted chirp. “Aw, I miss your face too!” he said.
Good, Wukong was unaware. “May I ask why you are here, True Lord Erlang Shen?” DBK turned his gaze to the celestial and allowed his smile to drop. He could smell scheming, especially around his oblivious beloved, and that smell grew stronger as Erlang’s smile faded to stare steadily back. “I found you chatting with dear Sun with weapons visible.”
“Ah, yes,” Erlang took a sip of his wine. “Blame it on my own curiosity. I heard that a powerful warrior, capable of striking fear into the dragon kings, lived here.” A small smile formed at another of Wukong’s delighted chirps. Wukong had always been very proud of that stunt. “So I came, wondering if I had found a worthy opponent.”
“And you did.”
“Until he got bored.”
Wukong let out a fake gasp, his hand on his chest. “Jian, do you say I’m a boring conversationalist?” DBK raised a brow. He was already so familiar with this man? Something boiled in his gut.
“Of course not, I think-”
"You're cold?"
Wukong and Erlang both paused. The former spoke, craning his head back to stare at the bright blue sky. "No? It's super sunny right now-"
“Take my cloak anyway." DBK dropped his cloak on his sworn brother. Wukong yelped, the fabric blocking his eyesight, preventing him from seeing DBK making a slashing motion across his throat. Erlang’s eyes went wide, the third eye set in his forehead even opening at his gall.
“Okay,” Wukong’s head popped up as he adjusted the cloak around his body. His cap had been knocked off but he couldn’t bring himself to be sorry. Not when his scent covered the beauty. “Weird, but fine.”
“Absolutely fine.” DBK leaned back with a satisfied grin.
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The time has come. Sun Wukong and the Demon Bull King will discuss the terms of their engagement before formally proposing to each other. The union is one of love and care.
And Iron Fan is determined for the night to go perfectly.
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Summary: Azure comes forward. Unfortunately, he’s too late. (Sweetbeef, Dark.)
“Wukong.”
“Hello, Azure,” Wukong felt a smile form as he turned to his sworn brother, away from the basket of fruits. It kept his mind away from last night and the subtle ache he could still feel under his collar. “My apologies for canceling dinner last night. Something…came up.”
The lion huffed, his fond smile appearing. “It’s fine. It was a boon for me.” He took a deep breath before reaching out and gently gripping his hand. The realization made Wukong’s heart sink. “Sun Wukong, I need to admit that-”
“What are you doing?”
The cold voice made Wukong’s heart sink even further. Azure’s hand clenched around his before he turned, raising a brow. “Brother Ox. What are you doing here?”
DBK glowered at them from the doorway. The fur around his mouth was still a little red. The throbbing under Wukong’s collar grew faster and a little hotter at the sight and Wukong eventually had to look away. Azure’s hand around his was a warm comfort. How long would he be able to have that?
“I asked you first.” DBK growled, stepping closer. Azure didn’t step away but simply glared back.
Wukong had thought that the fighting over him was just some lighthearted rivalry.
Oh how wrong he was.
“He’s asked to court me,” Wukong said. He pulled his hand away as Azure turned to stare at him. He couldn’t look at those shocked purple eyes, not without wanting to scream. “He stayed the night so we could…discuss things.” Please help me.
Of course, his sworn brother couldn’t read minds.
“I see,” Azure hummed. Anger flashed over his expression before it smoothed into calm. “Well, I see my cowardice has paid off.” He reached out and patted DBK on the arm. “Treat him well, brother.” He took a deep breath.
And then he was leaving.
DBK waited until Azure was gone. The moment the last flick of his cape disappeared, his hand wrapped around the hand Azure had gripped. “If he ever touches you again, I’ll cut his fucking hand off.”
Wukong bit back a whimper. He took a deep breath. “Azure won’t touch me again. I promise.” It was better not to fight. Not now, not until he figured out how to escape the claiming mark under his collar. “Don’t worry, my love.”
DBK sighed, leaning forward and kissing his forehead. “I trust you.”
