Was I up all night reading yours fics , yes
Did your fics made me cry , also yes
Did your fics give the feels !! Also yes!
Please I am on my knees for you !! Please , PLEASE ! Can I please request a part 2 of wukong and his lover the white bone demon if not maybe reader finally meeting the white bone demon 👀🙏
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"Finally! You're here!"
The young lady took the form of a small fox, jumping from the obsidian stairs of the palace directly into your arm. You caught her, laughing a little at her display of affection towards you. Yuán Fèn made a few giggles, finding the scene almost adorable.
"Hi Pingping, it's nice to be back!"
After some more scratches and some more small kisses on your china, the small fox jumped down again, retaking her more humanly form, hugging your beloved with the tenderness of a younger sister.
"Oh, I was so happy when you said you wanted to meet Mother! I wanted so badly to hear news from your engagement!"
"We were still working on that," said the monkey with a small shyness, scratching his head for the nervousness. You've informed your friend of the future wedding, and, as many, she was more than overjoyed about the news.
"We have so much to discuss!"
"Or," a calm but stern voice came from behind, followed by the gentle movements of silks and footsteps, "you can take your time questioning the young king while I discuss with Y/N the real reason for their visit..."
The princess's voice came to you, reminding you on why you asked for a meeting and for her counsel.
The young foxes pouted, looking at you with her big, sad eyes.
"Aaaw, you came for business! I thought we could have shared some time together..."
"I'm sorry, PingPing," you hold her hands, giving her a small squeeze. "I promise, as soon as I'm finished here, you'll have me as much as you want!"
"In the meantime," her mother stepped back again. "Why don't you show our young one your skills? You trained so hard, remember?"
"Oh!" She smiled again, turning on Yuán Fèn, who looked at you with a jolt of worry. He trusted Raksasi, but he was afraid to leave you alone in this...
"Come on, kind monkey! Come, come! Let's play a little!"
"Y-yeah, just..." He held your hand, looking at you with apprehension. "Are you sure you don't want me around?"
You nodded at him, unsure and yet firm at the same time.
"I... it's something that is about me... I want TK to solve it on my own accord..."
"Alright..." He sighed, kissing you gently, "Be safe. And whatever happens, call me, all right?"
"I Will..."
And, after another moment of hesitation, he let go of your hand, following the Fox Tona training ground.
The princess could understand your tension; in your letters, you were quite vague, but she had a few ideas of what the problem was.
"Come..." She started to walk, making her way to her chambers. "Let's talk while we drink some tea..."
///
Before I could realize what was happening, I could only see fog.
I'm sure to be in a forest; I can perceive the branches of the trees here and there, but it's unclear if they've lost their leaves or they're dead. They look like arms, stretching towards a dark, cloudy sky. The silence is unnatural; it's like the animals are gone; even the insects don't dare to disturb that quiet and ominous aura.
I'm alone, utterly alone. I don't need to call for help because I know that no one will answer me.
Then, in the fog, a figure emerged. I can't get anything from them; the fog is so dense that I can't see clearly their gender or their face, but I know them. I don't know why, but I feel like I've always known who this figure is, like an old memory that tries to come back.
They are looking at me, and so they start to take some steps towards me. They're close, and I'm afraid they want something from me, and I'm scared of what they want. I can't move, and they're so bare. They open their mouth and...
"And then I woke up..."
The princess looked at you with an attentive expression, holding her cup with one hand while the other was busy massaging her chin, a concentrated look on her face.
"Every time I woke up, I felt like I had held my breath for hours! And every time, I feel worse than the last one! I can't even take a rest properly; that dream is literally consuming me!"
The princess lay down the cup, fixing one of her silky sleeves, observing how just talking about it made you so nervous by the way you were grasping yours. She noticed before, but your eyes looked tired, and the way your muscles relaxed once you were able to sit down in her private chambers gave out how ALREADY tired you were.
"Are you taking care of yourself?"
"...well...I can't say that sleep is doing fine. If I sleep, I dream, and I can't go back after that. Yuán Fèn is afraid that it could get sick if I keep it up like that..."
"Thought so, but... do you want to sleep?"
You stayed silent, avoiding her piercing eyes. Even without words, she got her answer.
"Avoiding it won't make it go away... and tell me, since when did this vision start to appear? You never had it before; do you have any clue?"
"Well..." You pondered a little, thinking about everything that could have triggered it... "... maybe... since when did Yuán Fèn and Wukong change places?"
"You mean when he merged?"
"That thing!"
She pondered a little, caressing one strand of her white unruly hair. She looked at you a few times; maybe there was an idea moving in her head, but she wanted to be sure...
"You told me that in your world you're... a little ahead of us, remember?" She finally spoke, "What is your knowledge of dreams?"
"Dreams?" You asked, clearly confused, "Well...technically we don't..."
She emitted a silenced laugh, then stood up and slowly approached you.
"Dreams are unclear...but what I think is that they can be a mirror...or a window to another planet of existence."
Her explanation, which was kind of cryptic, left you puzzled. Just like before. She sighed again, sitting near you with patience.
"What if, "she began, " maybe, just maybe... the one figure in your dreams is someone pretty close to the one that has been summoned once and now is trying to get in contact with you?"
"I would tell them to leave a message and LET me sleep."
"Y/n."
"I know, I know. Sorry..." You sighed, massaging your temples, knowing that this time some humor would not help you out from this one.
"Do you know what...who they are?"
"I'm sure you have your own idea about this..."
Another truth, even if, at least to you, seems pretty sketchy or at least difficult to be. The possibility that it was in fact her seems illogical, but even the old sage seems adamant about a connection between you and his old bride. Not to mention the fact that everything started just after that one episode...
You sighed, looking towards Raksasi, more uncertain about what to do.
"Do you...have any idea about what to do?"
"Well..." She rose up "We'll need some incense as a start..."
///
Besides the sound of the candles that were lit and the bella that were attached tò your wrist, the sound of your mate were noisy in the silence of the palace. He moved here and there, trying tò ease his nervousness by walking around the circle made with Sand where Raksasi had insteucted you tò sit. She was focused in Lit the candles around the area, making sure that the Place was free from others intention.
"Are you sure that there's no other way?!"
"Mother said that it's better like this than just dreaming!"PingPing retorted, finishing setting the bells on your other wrist. Yuán Fèn scoffed; the idea to let you try something that even in their own world was considered a risky move was beyond him. He kept on going in circles, looking at you, searching for even a small inch of indecision in your face, but, besides nervousness, you were fully aware of what you wanted to do.
"Dreams are not sufficient to let the two speak properly. One is stuck in a limbo, and the realm of the dreams has its own rules; we must let them meet in a neutral zone."
"I know that!" he exclaimed exasperatedly, "but in that neutral zone, who will protect her from...who knows who?!"
"Yuán Fèn, please," your voice came more like a prayer. "I wanted this...it's the only way...."
He reached you, careful to not destroy the circle made of sand, holding your hand. It was so pale; this lack of sleep was catching up to you.
"I don't want to see you hurt."
"She's been hurt more than me. If I talk to her, it's the only way to let me have some peace, then... it's a good idea to give it a shot..."
He wanted to dissuade you from this stupid and foolish idea, but you were always so stubborn! PingPing reached for his arm, caressing it with her usual tenderness.
"Mother will lead her step by step; you don't need to be afraid, Monkey."
Then, the swipt of silk called your attention to her slim and elegant figure. She seemed more stern than before, her hands connected to each other; she looked at you specifically with determination.
"We're ready. Let's start."
Yuán Fèn looked at you. One last time, searching for everything that could let him know that you wanted to give up. Instead, you kissed his hands, trying to ease his fears for your well-being.
"...Be safe, ok?"
"I will. Trust me."
He slowly LET go of your hands while Home and PingPing leave you alone in the circle.
"Remember," the voice of the princess came back, "if you feel overwhelmed or in danger, use the bells. We'll get you out."
You nodded, lying down on the cold pavement of the room. You breathed slowly and deeply, trying to concentrate only on your own thoughts, the only voice coming from the calming tone of the princess.
"Your breath is your step. The crossline between dreams and the nothingness is thin, so be aware. You must fall to go..."
You felt your body slowly falling down, like a rock that is sinking in a pond. Every sound started to disappear; nothing was there; even time had stopped.
Darkness, the smell of the incense slowly fading, the tingling of the bells faded like the wind.
Then you opened your eyes.
You wondered if the nothingness was a mass of pure white, but what you found was an expanse of deep blue. No fog was around, only a few bubbles here and there. In the distance, shining small spots in the distance, like stars that shined from the distant skies.
You wondered if the nothingness was scary and empty; instead, you found somewhere peaceful and graceful in the eyes.
You looked around, wondering if you were actually there when the sound of a robe moving caught your attention.
Turning around, she was there. Her eyes fixed on you with a surprised expression. Her robes were colored in pure white, her long hair down, decorated, the tips slowly turned to a white tone.
She was nothing like you; her eyes were different, her body was different, her face was different, and yet you felt like meeting someone just like you.
She couldn't speak a word; she just stood there looking at you in disbelief. You grasped, standing up, feeling the urge to finally speak.
"I...I..." But what to say? She seemed frightened..."...You... You're... you're the one that had been visiting in my dreams... You're... you're the old sage wife, right?"
She seemed... scared, maybe nervous... She slowly nodded.
"...I-I'm Y/n!"
"...I...I know..."
You started to regret this. You wanted to talk to her, meet her, and now there you are, scratching your arm, nervous in a meeting that you weren't that sure to continue.
"You look tired..." She finally spoke; her voice was kind, soft, and delicate like a snowflake.
"Ah! Well...uh...I had a few bad nights.
"... I'm sorry..."
"It's... well, it's true... but you don't need to apologize! I... just... wanted to know... why?"
She looked almost embarrassed, not so proud of the fact that she had put you in such a state. She took a big breath, caressing her arm.
"... After I whispered those words to you, I wished that maybe, just maybe, I could talk to him again..."
You noticed her shoulder trembling, her eyes now full of tears, her voice holding some hiccups.
"I just wanted to see him... One last time... I'm sorry... please, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you... I just... I..."
Her hiccups, her voice rumbling in a cry... She was holding her face in her hands, her cry now echoed in that deep blue, and you... you couldn't hold it.
She was a lonely soul, someone who had been suffering for so long, without anyone to share it. She had loved someone with all herself, and that love had hurt her in many ways, and yet she was there, hoping to be able to hold his hand again, to hear his lips speaking her name again.
You would have been the same as anything that could have happened to Yuán Fèn.
Your arms reached her, holding her in a warm embrace, with fear of walking up and losing her in this sea of tears. She stopped her cry, surprised by your act...and yet she cried harder, her delicate hands holding your robes. She felt that like she didn't deserve that kindness, and you were still there, holding her to let her pain get out.
"I want to help you," you whispered. "Tell me how..."
///
When you woke up, everyone was there around you. You had moved the Bells, fearing the worst; instead, you were calm and collected... and with news that Yuán Fèn hated.
"LET them...meet?!"
"It's possible, Mother?LET them speak?"
The princess pondered, looking at the two of you.
"It's not impossible... I mean, if both of them LET them take their body..."
Of course there was a small issue in the thing. The chance of them tò not wanting to let the both of you go and taking their bodies as their own.
"...She won't harm me...and she'll stop Wukong from doing some stupid act."
"How can you be so sure about it?" Yuán Fèn asked you.
"...Because I trust her."
