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Eclipse Kings

Part Four: Sweet Little Star

(Part One: Mountain Monkeys) (Part Two: Barbed Dusk) (Part Three: Wild Dawn) (Part Four: You Are Here)

(Extra One) (Art! Thank you to @lemon-ti)

(The “servants” around this lovely ecliptic pagoda are well-tailored to the needs of their lords, no matter the scenario- including hot meals and tension breakers.

You are the only sanctuary that MK has ever known. Through blistering summers spent as the shores of a rippling blue lake, through winters spent huddled together under a stack of blankets, hidden in a hole of straw-lined mud to try and avoid withering chills.

You are all the “home” that MK knows.

But the two demons who call him are certainly trying their damnedest to make up for lost time… to very little avail.

“Since we found you so late yesterday, we never got a chance to celebrate your birthday, Xiaotian... we can-

“Yesterday wasn’t my birthday,” the boy huffs, fingers deeply kneading the thick cotton trim of his new cape. “That’s not until winter.”

“…Xiaotian,” Macaque says, almost astonished at how confidently incorrect his son was, “you were born in the middle of autumn - who told you that it was winter?”

“Y/N.”

“…ah. No, that- okay,” he huffs, pinching the growing knot on his scarifying forehead- without the crown, his usual gouges were quickly healing - as he quickly pieced things together. “They didn’t know your birthday, so… so they just made that up. You were too little to remember the day, so Y/N lied-“

“Nuh uh! They wouldn’t lie to me !”

“…my bad, kid. Of course not. No, you were too little to remember, so Y/N just… pretended to know so you could celebrate. But your real birthday is in the middle of fall- it was yesterday.”

“No, cause it’s in the winter!”

Wukong laughs as his sable mate sits beside him, nestling into the plush cushions and groaning.

“Easy, moonbeam. Don’t push yourself- he’s still a toddler. We’ll get through to him.”

“I’d rather him just remember us and everything we did together,” Macaque snaps back throwing his head into Wukong’s lap- who, for his part, begins to smooth out the inky tresses of fur laid out before him. They stay there for a minute, quietly enjoying each other’s company, and then-

All of Macaque’s ears stiffen, six sharp points flaring up under his fur, which Wukong fluffs to hide them from sight. As much as he loves them, his mate’s feelings are very dissimilar.

He looks over with both hands over Macaque’s ears, looking to the marble doorway-

And it’s just you , wearing “your” lovely sky-blue hanfu, sash shoddily tied and silk pouch held close.

The umbrakinetic demon stands up without a noise, slowly walking over to you for a closer examination- he had heard about your little fit, and didn’t want a repeat for himself.

“It suits you,” Macaque says, giving an approving look to your new outfit- he reaches for the sash, maybe to correct or tighten it, but pulls away when you flinch, simply saying: “You can keep it. If you want.”

Be polite. You want this outfit. And you want the pouch. Be polite.

“…thank you. And.. were you… talking about his birthday?”

The king rolls his shoulders to stretch them, causing the thick spikes of fur on his head to swish and temporarily dip over his many, many forehead scars- they’re a lot more obvious now that he’s smashed the barbed circlet and scrubbed the dried blood from his forehead. “We were. Xiaotian didn’t know that it was in the middle of autumn. I hear the two of you celebrated it in winter.”

“Well, most of the time- it was just whenever snow fell for the first time in the year- I… I really didn’t have… I didn’t have too much to work with. So it was… usually in winter, or really late fall, one time we got really unlucky and it was mid-spring.”

“…what do you mean, ‘unlucky’?” Asks the Monkey King, standing up from his lavish recliner to replace all his accessories, each string of citrine beads and looping gold chains clinking against each other as he threaded them back into place. “I don’t remember ever hearing the mortals talk about a bad snow during spring- not anytime this century, at least.”

“It wasn’t bad- not for anyone else. We- MK and I,” you start, trying to ignore their little twitches at you using his nickname, “we lived in a little sunken hut. It was always falling apart in place, and- and I had to patch it up all the time- so snow was always really hard, cause it would make the mud I used all wet, and it’d drip from the holes-“

“You were using mud to keep your house together?”

Both of them share the same look, worriedly gazing upon little MK with a sort of regretful hindsight, thinking on how hard it must’ve been for him to reside in that squalid, rotted hovel- though Wukong is the one who speaks up. “So you- you and Xiaotian were living in a little muddy wreck?”

Macaque- you can’t read his expression, not quite, stares on with a deeply set frown- if you had to wager a guess, he seems to be some form of vaguely disappointed . Maybe that’s standard for kings when they hear about things like this. You don’t really care what he thinks- not when MK was fed, warm, and happy.

That was enough for you.

If they wanted to pull back and say it wasn’t enough for them, then- oh well.

But that’s not what happens. There is no remand or reproach, nor any discouraging words as to your care of their darling boy.

They just frown, thinking of what you- and more importantly, MK - might have gone through.

And you frown too, caught in a tense silence louder than any storm, more charged than a bolt of lightning forming in graying skies.

It’s simply… too much. There’s been too much everything across too little a timeline to accommodate for proper adjustment, so now everything has wound to a point of near shattering, fractures displayed so prominently across the terse “bond” shared that they were nearly visible to the naked eye.

And it isn’t for a solitary second that the quiet stretches on, heavy and suffocating- it’s pervasive, leaving you all standing there quietly.

You can feel their eyes on you, assessing, judging—not just your words but the years you spent with MK, the choices you made when you had nothing to work with but scraps and hope. They’ve swooped in now, claiming- reclaiming, as the nagging voice in your head reminds - him as theirs, and though you know he’s safer here, better provided for, the thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

He had been fine without them.

He had been fine with you.

Why couldn’t it have just kept being you and- not your “temporary charge” Qi Xiaotian, Golden Star of Flower Fruit Mountain- but your little brother, MK?

Life had been miserably hard. It had been cold and drudging and dreary, and more than once you had come to one of the many peering peaks across the mountain, and sat on the idea of a quick end to the struggling.

And you had met your little “Monkie Kid”, just as cold and alone as you had been.

He had not just been your little brother-

He had been your entire reason for living.

And what did you have to live for now, with two people who could grant him ever luxury and possession a child could desire?

What did you have to live for?

Was there anything you-

“Excuse me,” calls a curt voice from behind, slicing the tension with practiced, professional ease. “We’ve prepared dinner for you, my lords.”

Like a metal door long unopened, there’s a hesitant, straining moment before the inevitable give , and then you all turn to look- at a very lovely woman. Her hair has been trimmed chin-short and styled into thick black waves, pulled to each side of her face to prominently display a golden ferronnière.

“My husband and I have finished cooking, and we wished to call you in before the meal grew cold,” she says, utterly unabated by the gone-cold atmosphere. “So we insist that you come and eat soon- preferably, right now. ”

There is no rolling of heads or smashing of bones arisen from the terse almost-command, and instead the Monkey King nods along with a chuckle and a laugh half-forced. “Of course, of course. Sorry for forgetting-“

“If you were truly sorry, you’d be in the kitchen eating all of our hard work.”

“Ahahaha! Fair enough! Moonbeam, let’s go have dinner. We can talk about celebrations tonight, together- when it’s quieter.”

Without you around to interject, of course.

Because why would anyone care about how long you spent in a crumbling shack held half-together with scraps of scrounged fabric and dried mud when you offered inconvenient things like “makeshift birthdays” and “learned attachments”?

Before your thoughts get too seething, the woman lightly claps her hands, snapping you and MK to attention.

“Since the two of you have… “lived a life of little substance”, let’s say, we’ve prepared a list of softer meals to help you both adjust to proper eating as quickly as possible- in about the course of a week. Sudden indulgence to richer foods could sicken you both- especially Lord Xiaotian. Today we’ve made a honeyed rice porridge with ripe tropical fruit, but I imagine you’ll also see fortified broth with bouillon powder, and… well, we’d be here all day if I laid them all out.

As the woman sends you and your brother down a hall together, before turning back to her eployers.

“And,” she whispers to the two kings, voice nearly low enough for you miss it, “ we’ve set aside some fruit purée and steamed milk with honey, if nothing else will work.”

“You are such a gem,” Macaque breathes, expressly pleased with her loyal diligence. “Now, if you’ll excuse me-“

“Your children are waiting,” she confirms, nudging him along. “Hurry and eat with them-“

And though he starts to correct her, to clarify that you are in fact not his child- the woman is gone in a swish of her long green dress.

You keep your head down, one hand gripping all of MK’s tiny fingers during your unflinching trek down the ornate hall. There’s hand-drawn pictures of many different demons, all portrayed with respect and pride. In one a purple minotaur holds an axe over his shoulder, horns and blade polished to a shine, in the next he’s standing beside a red-robed woman, tears brimming through his amber eyes as they focus on a small bundle in her arms. In another there’s a pachyderm demon, portrayed with thick glasses and a gargantuan stack of books- including one he must’ve been working on when the picture was drawn. The next is a bird with golden wings held aloft, spear dug into a training dummy made of stone. Then a lion, holding as many mortals possible aloft while trudging in waist-deep waters. One after another, demon after demon- though only those same four, aside from the woman.

Whoever they are, the kings clearly cherish them.

And said demons walk in unison just backwind of you, though their steps lack the carefree rhythm of easygoing camaraderie. They are just in steady lockstep, too close behind for comfort. You can hear the faint clinking of Wukong’s gold chains and the occasional rustle of Macaque’s red and black robe as they exchange glances, silent communication passing between them.

And then MK squeezes your fingers at tightly as his little fingers allow- a familiar gesture you’ve known through harsh nights and sluggish days, through famine and sickness and chill.

An anchor of reassurance in the overwhelming storm of unfamiliarity.

The shift you underwent was violent and painful. You had woken up half-paralyzed and nude, being scrubbed down by the two beings you feared most, incapable of speaking or moving- it had left a not-insignificant mark.

But MK?

MK had made a choice. He had chosen to come back, you were sure of it, sure that he had made a deal for your safety and retrieval alongside his own- of course he was going to adjust better than you.

But he was still a little boy.

A little boy who had spent his life in the hollow embrace of mud walls and patchwork blankets, in the firm grip of your scarred arms. This was a kingdom of excess, a world so vast and strange that it overwhelmed just as much as it comforted. He looks up to you, his tiny thumb fiddling with your knuckles, and you know what is being asked.

Are you staying?

You squeeze his hand back.

Always.

Neither of you is exactly cozy , but the air between you feels warmer for that little exchange, the newfound fuzziness lasting until the tall and gilded arc of a lavish dining room stands before the two of you, beckoning in.

Inside, the dining room gleams with you might bitterly call opulence . The long table stretches nearly half the length of the room, carved from a dark wood polished to a mirror’s finish. Gold filigree edges the surface, intertwining in swirling patterns that catch the warm glow of the lanterns overhead. The chairs are high-backed and cushioned, draped in fine fabrics with purple and gold-threaded embroidery. The centerpiece is a grand arrangement of flowers- peach blossoms and chrysanthemums interspersed with glowing lotuses.

The sheer decadence is suffocating .

MK gasps loudly at the sight, his wide eyes reflecting the glittering splendor. You squeeze his hand again, grounding him, grounding yourself. The boy looks up at you, half in wonder, half in unease. You feel it too- the crushing weight of not belonging. This isn’t your world. Not really. Not ever.

Not yet.

A man; dressed as elegantly as the woman that you presume to be his wife, is stocking the table with loaded plates. Not a drop spills onto his gold-lined white tangzhuang, no matter how much he moves.

“It’s an honor to be serving you again, Lord Xiaotian. And an honor to serve his savior, dear child.

He pushes up the bridge of his circular glasses, causing a sharp gleam to roll over them before coming over to usher you both in.

“Now, please- take your seats.”

There’s two chairs set aside specifically, both piled with stiff cushions to help someone of the height-disadvantaged reach the table- MK’s is especially egregious, containing no less than four.

Speaking of the boy, he tugs at your hand again, his curious eyes shifting between you and the chair meant for him. “Can we really sit here?” he whispers, voice laced with awe and a hint of anxiety.

Before you can answer, Macaque’s low voice cuts through the air as he and Wukong stride into the room after you, affably clapping their servant on his shoulders. “Of course you can,” he says, his tone soft but firm as both golden eyes land on you both. “This is your home now, Xiaotian. You can be wherever you want.”

Home. The word burns.

Maybe it sears even worse than the branding iron that haunts your dreams.

You take the seat beside his, allowing the cushion to sink as best it can under your meager weight, providing a nice abatement to your sore legs- though the cream Macaque had used to clear out grime and dirt had stopped burning not long after it was used, there was a dull ache left from both the concoction and, well… everything , really.

The man with glasses places bowls of warm, sweet-smelling rice porridge before you and MK, forcing your eyes to the bowl. The simple meal is an obvious concession to your past, but the presentation is impeccable, garnished with thin slices of banana and a drizzle of honey. It’s almost too beautiful to eat. Almost .

MK digs in immediately , tiny hands clutching the spoon with the clumsy enthusiasm only a child could muster. His muffled hum of delight sounds out at the first bite, drawing adoring coos from the two kings, and a faint, weary smile from you.

He deserves this, you think. He deserves a hundred lifetimes of warm meals, safe beds, and more love than his little heart could stand to hold.

You, however, hesitate. The porridge is still steaming, the honey forming golden rivulets over the creamy surface, but you can’t bring yourself to taste it just yet. It feels foreign, indulgent in a way that grates against the life you’ve lived- against the life that has shaped you into a scrapes-by survivor accustomed to spare bits of fuel.

You manage to lift the spoon and take a small bite.

The honeyed porridge is warm and sweet, slices of ripe banana on top to add a buttery texture that melts effortlessly on your tongue, imbuing a whisper of richness to each bite.

It’s good. Too good. It makes your chest ache.

Hunger is the world you have known, sprinkled through every aspects of your life in pieces. In the cold of winter on your stick-thin ribs, never enough meat to keep warm. In the gnawing ache that follows you to sleep. In the morning, curling like smoke in your chest as you wake, already weary. Hunger walks beside you, a shadow that stretches long.

A word heartbreakingly uttered from the lips of your darling little brother, spurring you to further and further extremes to keep him fed.

But today you are both full and warm, dressed and clean.

The thought pricks your eyes with tears, and the spoon seizes as a lump grows in your throat.

You could have never given this to MK.

The movement of your unwieldy hand grows faster and faster, shoveling more and more of the sweet porridge into your mouth, smearing it over your lips as tears begin to fall. Your spare hand drifts downwards to cusp the mildly growing curve of your stomach, feeling the meal compound through you. You drop the intricate spoon, and it clatters uselessly to the ground. In favor of scooping the meal bite by bite into your mouth, you do the simplest- and more importantly, fastest- thing possible.

You upend the contents directly into your mouth, the honeyed porridge spilling past your lips and onto your chin and cheeks. You drain it to the last drop and lick the remnants like a starving dog, and then set down the exquisite piece of china to reveal the tears dribbling over the sticky mess across your face.

“I want more,” you beg, voice plain and will broken. “Please, I-“

“ I don’t want to be hungry anymore.”

“…get them another bowl,” says Macaque, looking at you more closely than ever before. “As many as they need.”

”Until they’re full.”

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Sun Wukong #Yandere Macaque #MK #Yandere Father #Shadowpeach #Eclipse Kings #Not The Beloved #3K

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aleiiii · 9 months ago

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Punk!Rockstar Macaque? he is in edgy clothing too :D i imagine him to wear eyeliner and him playing DOOR 2 DUSK (METAL GUITAR)

and Punk!Rockstar Wukong? he can wear those too, but still have his aesthetic! i think that would be cool, and he can be alongside Macaque

and then Na is just a girl they snatched out her home, because she's their unstable butts' emotional support and silent therapy

zozoko….your brain…..it works wonders…..

So much so, that I decided to make an edit with the drawing I did for this

Enjoyyyyyy (this is literally the first time I’ve edited something so don’t even worry about how some stuff is wonky)

the drawing itself and a lil interaction doodle

Also I like the idea that Wukong would wear a mask (he has stage fright…. Or somethin) , similar to sleep token band members hehehehe love me some sleep token

#asks #also forgot to mention the inbox is closed for now so I can catch up!#art stuff #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk oc #monkie kid #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #six eared macaque #Punk!Rockstar Macaque #Punk!Rockstar Wukong #lmk au #lmk au art

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soy-ginger · 1 month ago

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New LMK au just dropped

In this au Wukongs soul was divided in two leaving Shihou the Monkey king (goes by Wukong) who doesn’t recall being split in two and Marigold who believed they were a human up until recently due to MK

#lego monkie kid #lmk oc #sun wukong #lmk au #Dusk and dawn au

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crazysaru99 · 3 months ago

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@quitealotofsodapop Au fanarts!

These are Ye Lin and Shihua from Stone Matriarch, redesigning them a bit to make them look more tropical and we also talked a lot in private with Ash about how their typical clothing worked being based on nature (leaves, vines, shells, leather and skins) and the fabrics saved for special occasions back then.

@soniclozdplove belongs to these characters.

And I decided to take off Shihua's overalls and Ye Lin's glasses but he still has bad eyesight so he always crashed into a tree...

For example, we talk about the customs of the Yao monkeys, who have customs similar to those of the stone monkeys due to the cultural syncretism they had after the great flood; an example of this is that infants do not usually wear clothes or ornaments because they will be too small for them when they grow up, so in their late childhood they will begin to wear clothes, as a rite of maturation.

A case we can see is Brother & Sister monkey'' who just went through this stage.

My draw for they!!

Once the monkeys reach adulthood, they begin to use their characteristic makeup. Each makeup of the Yao or stone monkey is unique and is something that identifies them as an individual.

A young monkey king arriving for the first time to human civilization.

My redesing of Rin rin based @littledoodles501 and @/journey-to-the-au

The current typical clothing of Wukong and Macaque of the island, Macaque was based on Liu'er from Meihouwan 2009 only that here it is a complete cloth that wraps him and his scarf, and Wukong uses his characteristic cape and the phoenix crown.

I love that we all agree that Wukong wears turquoise eyeliner jfisabdoia

And all the talk came to derive in the way the clothes of the monkeys evolved throughout the centuries by the human contact, the monkeys currently conserve their traditional way of dressing adding fabrics to complement it as ponchos or bibs, even using underwear in the loincloths, because the current generations are more modest and those who live in the cities use modern clothes for the obvious, but they never give up their makeup since it is their identity.

And well all this evolved into how the monkeys will celebrate their typical festivals, an example of this would be the monkeys of Huaguoshan celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival that happened recently; we came up with a plot in which the MKCrew were invited to celebrate the festival by Wukong on the island, for which the monkeys go on a pilgrimage to celebrate the festival… only there was a small detail… Wukong didn't think of mentioning the clothes of the locals (Or rather, he didn't tell them the way they dress because he is aware that their typical clothes are very… let's say different…) and they will feel very out of place because they are all dressed in a traditional Chinese way, they would be like:

And then the Stalwarts save their backs by saying why Wukong told them, let's say that each one began to wear more typical clothes (Pigsy would be the most modest but would agree to wear makeup and an accessory) and while Tang… Tang would personify the phrase ''when in Rome, do as the Romans do''.

Sometimes Nezha, when he could escape from his duties, would go to celebrate on the island, and Chenxiang would also be around the area…

The origin of the monkeys celebrating the festival is because of a Macaque infant who is originally from the moon and came here to live with his own kind. Feeling bad about leaving his sister, with the help of some infants Wukong and Stalwarts, he made mooncakes to console her. And also one that Macaque is the king's consort.

During the day, people would play games, serve fruits and bugs; to pass the time, there was also a lantern-making contest that Wukong used to win every year when he was an infant; In which MK and Mei got very competitive, but they didn't win because they were poorly made so the rest of the monkeys had to help make them for the evening…

Once dusk comes everyone stands on the seashore to wait for the sun to set and once this happens they start to launch their lanterns; the first to do so is the King who always has his peach-shaped lantern and once it rises everyone starts to raise theirs…

Once the lanterns have gone everyone shares the table, which is outdoors like a picnic, where the famous moon cakes are eaten, in the MKCrew area there are Wukong, Macaque, Nezha and Chenxiang if they are there; Pigsy brings many homemade moon cakes because he is aware of the New Year anecdote; But you will be surprised that Wukong also cooked mooncakes and they are not made of hair (In my headcanon Wukong has many hobbies that he developed over the centuries and one of them is cooking and he was the one who taught Bajie to cook <3)

Chenxiang: Sifu missed your cooking! *Takes a cake* MK: *Memories of Vietnam* ummm… you're going to eat that…? Chenxiang: … Yes *breaks it in half and surprisingly it doesn't disintegrate into hair, puts it in him mouth* MK: *glares at Wukong* Wukong, guilty look: I panicked because my kitchen was dirty

Lo juro este mono tiene un desorden alimenticio...

So Pigsy now confirmed that Wukong's cakes are not hair, is curious about the king's ''kitchen'' so he tries one with caution and…

MK: PIGSY!!!??? Mei: I think I've killed him…

Pigsy begs for the recipe Wukong is confused since he's been making them the same way for centuries.

Sometimes if you receive food from Wukong, you're either eating literal hair or a piece of heaven...

MKCrew also finds out that Macaque is Chang'e's brother because he himself told how Huaguosha started celebrating this party.

MK: Dude!! We could have taken you to see her if you weren't trying to capture us for Lady Bone Demon Wukong: Maybe we will go visit her another time… without something happening that is the end of the world… *Looks at macaque*

Macaque is definitely visiting after the events of S5...

Then, once dinner is over and they have admired the moon, some monkeys will go to put their children to bed or go to sleep, other people will go to parties around the island drinking liquor made from pickled fruits. So Wukong invites them to spend the night. Normally they expect to sleep in the king's cabin, but he passes them by and goes into the depths of the cave until he reaches a mythical and enigmatic…

The stone palace…

From: El origen de GOKU - Destripando la Historia

hermano lo juro esta es la unica imagen que he encontrado del palacio de piedra del rey mono...

Wukong: "I thought you guys knew about this place?" MK: Normally we are in your cabin *His eyes shine*

Wukong used to live in his palace, but after what happened with Macaque… he decided to leave the place, he didn't want to be in a place where everything reminded him of him and he built his characteristic cabin...

Wukong's cabin is for him only. Palace has many beds for dear guests and subjects.

And the mid-autumn festival ends the next day with a great banquet for everyone in the palace, in which Wukong makes sure that everyone is satiated and sober… above all, recovered from their hangover, so that their subjects can return safely to the colony.

And if you have noticed the absence of the Bull Demon family is because Wukong did not know if he should invite the Bull Demon family to the festival, they are currently in a tentative alliance and went to the beach day more because they were celebrating that they managed to save the world; but he knew that they would reject the invitation for what he has done… So he did not invite them even though he wanted to celebrate with them too (I have not seen season 5, I do not know if they are on good terms now)

So as in every year he always sends them some homemade mooncakes… He just hopes that this time they are not in the trash…

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jttw-m0nkehs1mp · 3 months ago

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Childhood Sillies

In which you reminisce the days of your youth. Innocent, playful and full of joy. And the occasional monkey that popped in once in a while...

Gn reader x Destined One from Black Myth Wukong

Trope: Fluff, slight angst

Warnings: None

Author's note: Was scanning through my gallery when I found an old video that I saved of someone who told about how they were younger and were catching fish in a pond. There was another child, a boy, who then bashfully caught all the fish he could and gave it to them. Ig u can see where this is going... Also, the story is set right before DO starts his journey.

The ending could be a bit rushed, I completed this at night and I am pretty tired rn. Grammar and spelling mistakes will be found too, English is nit my first language so pls be nice🙏

The evening breeze was nice and cool, a much needed refreshment after a long hot summer day. You were nestled under a large tree, it's shadow turned in the opposite direction of the sun as the bright ball of fire crept ever closer to kiss the distant horizon.

The grass felt soft under your fingertips and your nose picked up the scent of dusk. The very smell that you carried close to your heart, for it never failed to bring you back to simpler times, where your hands were smaller and your innocence much bigger.

You smiled as the warm thoughts cascaded through your mind once more and your gaze swept to the mountain not far from your humble abode.

Your family settled on this rich piece of land a few generations back and with time, became quite close to the locals of Mount Huaguo. The sound of the monkeys as they chattered and played about had become a constant part of your life. Not a day goes by without atleast one monkey that came to visit you.

Sometimes it would be a baby, small, curious and playful. Other times it would be an elder that bought calmness, wisdom and peace. The residents of Huaguo were diverse, with full monkeys to humanoid simians. All of them were smart and strong and very dear to you.

But there was one particular monkey that was exceptionally special. Ever since the first day you were both officially introduced, you knew you would like him.

He was quite shy at first, never uttered a word, yet despite his silent demeanor, his eyes held intelligence and understanding of everything around him. Ever sharp, ever observant and soon you learnt that no words were needed to communicate with him if you knew where to look.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as your eyes drifted from the green strung peak to rest once more on the distant horizon. You heard that said dear friend of yours would leave. To where, you didn't know. You offered to join him but you were quickly shut down and told that it was a journey for him alone and that it would be extremely dangerous.

After that exchange with the elder of the mountain, your heart could not help but wrench with worry for your sweet boy. Sure, he may have grown to a man, with strength that well preceeded your own, but he was still the shy little boy you met so many years ago...

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The air was humid as you dawdled around on the forest floor. With it's bright rays, the sun did not bother to give you any mercy today. Your hands rubbed at your face, which only caused you to feel the wetness of sweat between your fingers.

Not too long ago, you finally won the battle with your mother to let you play on the mountain. With the promise that you would clean your room before you left of course.

She did not see your fingers crossed behind your back though, nor how you climbed out of the window in your room, just to stumble back outside.

Your home was quite small, with no stairs that led to a second story or anything. The true problem was that once you landed outside of your window, you were covered in dirt. Not that you minded, it was just that your mother would have a heart attack.

With a small huff, you dusted yourself off, but it was no use for your dirty hands just smeared the mud around. Once you finished 'fixing' yourself, you then turned to the forest before you and your little eyes shone with childish glee.

And that is how little you started your new adventure. Your small legs carried you as fast as they could as you scampered to the shaded trees that rested on the ancient summit.

A few hours had passed since then and you had grown quite tired of playing around in the leaves or having failed attempts of catching your shadow. It was lonely without your fellow monkey friends, your mind confused as to where they were.

Were they playing hide and seek? They did so before...

You shook your head. No, they would have came out by now.

Your eyes scanned the trees. The birds were filled with song, but there was no monkey in sight.

Out of nerves, your little fingers started to toy with the fabric of your sleeves, your gaze now more worried. Did a monster come and ate them all..?

Tears pricked your eyes once you realized you were all alone. Would the monster find you and eat you too?

Just as you were about to run back home, your ears picked up the faintest sound. Laughter. In fact, the laughter sounded quite familiar too.

It was one of your friends!

You quickly dried the tears on your face and sprinted to where you heard it from. It was quite the distance away, which left you out of breath by the time you arrived.

You huffed against a tree, your form even more sweaty than before. When you finally caught your breath you looked up and gasped.

The sheer amount of closeness of Mt Huaguo surprised you, you had to crane your neck up, up, up to see the very tip. You were never this deep in the forest, and the dense shrubbery faded away into a clearing in front of you.

From the top of the mountain, you could see a waterfall and various rocky ledges placed on different levels of height. Each ledge had a pool of water, which also fell down in smaller streams that soon led down to where you were. All of the watery amounts that came down formed a large reservoir of cool fresh water. A stream was also present, as it led downwards on the opposite side of the mountain, which undoubtedly created another series of waterfalls as well.

A multitude of monkeys surrounded the water sources, with the most of them being submerged in the water whilst the rest sat under the shaded trees the forest provided.

More laughter stole your attention and you saw your friends busy with trying to make one another more wet. They chased one another in circles with the smaller ones latched onto the tails of the bigger children.

A smile broke out on your face and with a little squeal, you bounded towards them.

From tag, to diving competitions, to climbing trees, to even attempting to make the adults wet, you did it all. The dirt from your body had long washed away with the stream. Your friends teased you and compared you to a wet rag with your soggy clothes. You retorded by pointing out that they looked no better with their fur that stuck out in all odd angles.

The argument soon turned to a challenge and you found yourself scouring the cool waters for fish. Whoever got the most fish would be crowned winner and get bragging rights for the next whole week. An entire week! There was no possible way you could ever pass that up.

With a water pouch in hand, your eyes scanned the waters.

There!

You lunged and consequently made large splashes and ripples in the pool around you, but even with such a powerful move, your hands came out empty. This was not the first time you received such unfruitful results.

A sigh escaped your lips and you turned to your companions to see if they were in the same predicament as you. Much to your dismay though, most of them were skilled in the art of capturing fish and they were leaving you behind in the ranks.

You huffed. This was no longer all that fun..

Just as you were about to mope further, a soft tap on your shoulder stripped you from your daze. With a quick turn to the source, you found a little boy no older than you. He was obviously not human, with his fuzzy face and little tail that clung to his leg.

You recognized him. He was a bit distant from the rest. Occasionally he would join in to play, but those times were quite rare. You mostly spotted him from the sidelines and for some reason his gaze was always on you. When you caught him in the action though, he would always hide behind something, whether it be an older monkey or a tree.

He was an odd guy, but he seemed nice.

And now he stood before you, his arm outstretched as his hand held a leather pouch for you to take. His eyes were to the side and you swore you could see red under his fur covered cheeks.

You took the bag from his hands and opened it. It was filled with water and fish. Lots and lots of fish. You let out a little gasp and looked up again. The boy's gaze was still away from you and his fingers toyed with the loose threads on his clothes.

"Why would you-?" You couldn't even finish your sentence when one of your friends spotted you and called you out for cheating.

You weren't even mad, instead you laughed, giddy and joyful. The competition no longer felt all that important to you, not with the boy that stood in front of you. He caught all this fish not for him, but for you and it made you feel special inside.

With more giggles that slipped from your mouth, you turned to look at the boy in front of you again, a big grin in your face. He returned your stare with wide starry eyes and mouth slightly parted.

You may not have won the competition that day, but it was fine. You got something far more special.

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The sun had just dissapeared from the sky, but it's light was still ever present. It painted the clouds in soft warm hues and bathed the world in a warm golden glow, a goodbye to the day, but a promise for tomorrow.

Your eyes drifted to the pond near your family home where a bunch of fish swam. You remembered how you placed them there all those years ago and started a whole new fishy empire.

The crunch of footsteps mase a soft smile on your lips when you spotted a familiar monkey in the distance. He was always silent, but after many scares and spooks, he made sure you heard him coming. Most of the time.

"Good afternoon, Destined One." You teased which caused him to let out a small huff when he finally sat down next to you. The man never uttered a word the day you met him, and that streak was still present, even when he grew into an adult.

It showed you that sometimes, no words were needed, and that silence could be one of the best conversations to have.

You looked to the sky where the stars started to appear. "So tomorrow you will leave, right?" You asked, but you knew the answer. His gaze turned to the side and he started to fiddle with the grass below his fingers. A clear sign that you were right. More moments of silence passed before you opened your mouth once more.

"Isn't there a celebration for you back on the mountain? Shouldn't you be there?" You asked again. From what you heard, there was lots of food and drinks to share. You were invited, of course, but politely declined.

You made the excuse that you were quite tired and did not have any energy to stay up late. It was a lie though. You just didn't want to wish your friend goodbye in hopes that he would stay here. With you.

Yet here he was and now a goodbye was inevitable. You were worried for him, worried for his safety. Many before him went on this quest and none returned. Your mind could not help but wonder if he would never come back too.

Something brushed against you and you soon realized that it was the tail of your dear friend. You turned to his face and he looked at you with those eyes of his once more. They always shone so brightly when they rested on you. The spark never faded ever since you met, and dare you say it, it might have even grown brighter through the years.

You could never pinpoint what it was, but now that the time of your parting approached ever closer, you started to realize what it could possibly mean. And you knew that your own eyes reflected such warmth too.

His face told you everything you needed to know. He would rather spend time with you than dance and drink the distress for the future away. He wanted his last moments on Mount Huaguo to be with you in which you happily obliged.

The both of you spent the night away with idle chatter in each other's arms. Even when the evening breeze turned cold, you never felt more warm and safe.

Time flew by so quickly and before you knew it, the sun greeted the lands once more.

Once the last star left the sky, so did your shy monkey boy too. But not without a soft kiss and a sweet promise for a brighter future.

End note: eh, ain't sure about this one chief

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what would the perfect day be like for the monkey duo for each big point pin their lives? like before they met reader, after they met reader, after reader disappears, after they find her again, post epilogue etc?

Macaque: A perfect day before I met Reader... let me think. Back then, I would have wanted peace and quiet. I would have wanted to stay home and simply be with my mate a simple day of grooming and rest within the Water Curtain Cave.

Wukong: Simple! Have a long day of battling, return home for festivities with my people before spending the night with my mate!

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Macaque: After we met Reader? Well before the curse broke it would definitely be a nice peaceful day traveling towards Flower Fruit Mountian of course. With Reader going right where she needed to be. Afterwards? Well curled up with Reader one a nice sunny day, with baskets of fruit and the lovely grooming... though it took a while to get her to groom us again. She was quite mad about the courtnapping and all. Quite scared too, poor thing didn't know who to trust. Not that I can blame her.

Wukong: Before the curse broke it was when Reader would give us the sweetest fruit! And when she would give us nice grooming sessions!! Or a nice bath, she is just the sweetest isn’t she making sure we are always taken care of. A lovely combination of those would make the perfect day!

Now after the curse broke? Waking up to Reader and Macaque before getting a nice battle in, a feast towards the evening and as the day turns to dusk? A lovely walk with my wife and husband of course!! And cuddles that night if Reader chose to sleep in the nest instead of the hammock (Wukong is pouting during this) She would sleep in the hammock away from us when it’s too hot.

Author: Yes Wukong, because it’s too ‘hot’. Not like you did anything to piss her off.

Wukong: What? I’m innocent 😇

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Macaque: After Reader disappeared?… For the longest time most days were quite dull. We truly thought she was dead, we spent a week carving out a stone and making a shrine for her funeral site. The perfect day was simply finding joy in something and not thinking of her because we thought she was… truly gone. You have no idea how happy I was to find out she was alive.

Wukong:… It was no different for me. It took decades to even find as much joy in fighting as I did. I left the mountain for months at a time to find some sort of feeling. A perfect day was feeling joy… which I could only find in Macaque for a while. Until… The Brotherhood interveaned.

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Macaque: When we found her again… Ha! She was right under our nose for fucking years before we realized!! When I did? A perfect day was being able to see her smile, was to go a day without being attacked on that damned journey and for her to actually talk to me. There is one day that comes to mind, a peaceful day that she had a picnic with me and Wukong, the day after she made us realize we were fighting each other for no reason.

Wukong: A perfect day WOULD have been taking her back to Flower Fruit Mountain! But… I suppose a second perfect day would be seeing that beautiful smile, knowing that she was by my side once again. Giving her a courting gift or two and hanging at the BACK of the rest of the group. Wasn’t a fan of the Monk and his crew… I suppose they’re not so terrible now. Still don’t really LIKE them, but Mk likes them so what can I do?

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Macaque: Post Epilogue? Do you mean after The Lady Bone Demon attacked the city? I’ll assume that’s what you mean. In that case it would be waking up with Reader and Wukong in the morning, a nice PRIVATE breakfast with my family and spending the day relaxing.

Wukong: Waking up with my mates! Training and spending time with my cubs, before doing my ‘kingly duties,’ and then spending the rest of my time with my mates. The cubs like to join until dusk. Reader says they should have their own rooms instead of sleeping as a family as most monkeys do… but I can’t complain when that means I get Reader and Macaque all to myself~

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- I think you are asking for the QTC but not 100% sure so if not you can send the ask again 😅. A small note with this one, Reader disappears more than once in this au, so I am going to use just the first time for this.

I also realize that I might have skipped the time she disappeared in between before and after the curse broke… oops. This was longer than I originally planned anyways. I do hope you all enjoyed!! So correction I used the second time she disappeared, kinda glossed over the first.

I do hope you liked this my dear friends! I kinda added a few spoilers… Kind of, I think I’ve mentioned some of this throughout my asks. I have a hard time hiding stuff.

#Questions to Characters #QTC #dead dove do not eat #sun wukong x macaque #yandere sun wukong #yandere macaque #sun wukong x reader #macaque x reader #shadowpeach x reader #Cursed Warlords AU #Cursed Warlords LMK AU

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