my wr

renora is so pure? they’ve been best friends since, as toddlers, they found each other hiding from a village-murdering monster. they’ve been protecting and caring about each other for like 10 years!! they’ve been by each other’s side for that long! they love each other so much! it’s one of the sweetest, most wholesome relationships in the series and i absolutely loved the importance they had in volume 4. i honestly dont care whether they end up dating or not, as long as theyre together. platonic or romantic, they will never leave each other’s side and i just love them so much.


Sooo if you like the Warriors series and haven’t done so yet, you should check out @warriorsredux, who is rewriting the first series and doing a freakin’ fantastic job of it. This latest chapter (29, I think?) really gave me the feels, so I had to do some rough drawings for it!!!

of locks and keys

shao was a locked door.

he had been a locked door his entire life - never letting anyone in, not one person. human beings took advantage of weakness, of vulnerability, of untamed feelings; and beneath his thousand locks and barriers, shaolin was all emotion, wild and raw and bleeding.

he was an ugly scar on smooth skin, a torn out page in a book. he was like the moon, half hidden, made of flaws, pretending to be a source of light while really he was just a mirror.

and in all honesty, shao didn’t mirror the prettiest things.

zeke deserved better - better than a damn disaster like shao, better than a pretentious fucking disco queen, too. zeke deserved someone who would give their last breath for him, the way he would for all the people he loves. someone who’d hold him and never want to let go, someone who’d have clean hands, soft palms, to hold the pages on which he writes his poetry without harming them, shredding them to pieces, the way someone else might. he deserved better than long baby pink nails that dug into his skin and pulled him where their owner wanted to go. but he also deserved better than a pair of hands that were built to be a weapon against life, stained in blood and grease and dirt. he deserved someone who loved him as much as shao did - though he doubted that existed, he doubted it all, his heart was spilling from his chest like blood from an open wound whenever zeke was so much as mentioned - but was better. more pure, more kind. not a human weapon. not someone who’d get him involved in mess after mess.

that was the one thing the boy’s butterscotch queen was right about. shao may have loved zeke with his entire heart and soul and being, and yet the facts remained. he was no good for him. that bitch may have had an angel’s voice, but her man was the real angel. her man was divine and golden and pure and not shaolin’s to hold. he’d wreck him. he knew that.

but it was hard to keep thinking that, it was hard, when they lied on the hood of his car, passing a blunt between them, staring at the stars. shao had never smiled so wide, laughed so loud. his blood had never buzzed like a nest of bees before, his skin had never risen to such temperatures. and yet he felt home, at peace, like everything was right and whole. like nothing could hurt him when zeke was around. the world was no longer broken hearted.

he’d been trying to ignore this feeling - it was bad either way, but at the very least, it would have been a little better had the guy he liked been… you know. a girl.

but no - he was shaolin fantastic. the path of sin was his only path to walk.

he’d been trying to ignore this feeling, because he was a locked door, hiding away from the world; but one night, zeke leaned into him, covered his mouth with his own and exhaled the smoke hanging under his tongue, and no one in the history of the entire fucking universe had ever lost their mind so quickly.

shao’s nerves awoke like someone breathed life into him - and maybe someone has. no one should have been able to, but someone has.

without thought, his callused, damaged, stained hand went to cup the back of the neck of the purest angel to ever walk the earth, to pull him closer, to touch him better, and he sighed softly into a warm mouth. zeke shuddered.

shao held him tight, like he never held anything before in his life. he was getting burnt - angels were always dripping heavenly fire - but it was a pleasant burn, a kind one. one that served only to melt down the lock on him to the ground.

“zeke -” he pleaded quietly, not quite knowing what for. he pulled him closer, as close as he could. the other boy was straddling him, now, and the smoke was long gone and they were kissing, motherfucking hell, they were kissing -

“shao,” came a moan, a hot tongue sliding over his, and right then and there was the moment he knew he was gone. absolutely fucking gone, doomed, possibly for life. he had no defenses anymore. they molded together like blazing, spilling liquid gold. zeke had long melted into him. they fit.

no one should have been able to make him feel like this. he was shaolin fantastic - he was a criminal, a beast. someone to have been hidden from the world - especially from things as pure as this. he thought he had managed, managed to lock himself away. and maybe he had, once, but now? no one had ever been this open.

shao was a locked door. but apparently zeke was the key.