#I just started thinking about much Wukong must love dancing and needed it out of my brain

[lotusloong]

Nothing and no one save Sun Wukong himself could convince me the Monkey King doesn't love dancing. Especially Netflix Monkey King, but any of them I could see acting like this.

Any kind of party with lively music you bet your ass he's on the floor shaking it like no ones business. When he's young and living with his monkey's on Mount Huaguo you could argue it wasn't dancing so much as...throwing yourself around in a wild manner, laughing and giggling the whole time, Wukong among them, very drunk.

Then when he entered the world of man he learned what "proper" dancing was. Specific steps to follow to make a specific pattern, with or without a partner. Some were more eye catching and fun looking to him than others, but one thing for certain was that the Monkey King wanted to learn everything.

On his way across two continents, looking for his first immortal to teach him the secrets of immortality, he would stop and ask the people he saw to teach him the steps, and he would practice while crossing the seas and climbing the mountain ranges.

Even trapped under the weight of Five Elements Mountain he would hum songs to distract himself, tapping his fingers and moving what parts of himself he could to mimic the dances he remembered so fondly.

When he's finally free, he spends nights with his fellow disciples, showing them the fascinating (if a little out of style) dances he learned. Imagine his surprise when Bajie mumbles how he remembers one from his days in the Celestial Realm, probably very out of practice after so many centuries. Wukong shocks him by getting close to his face, practically demanding the pig yaoguai show him the steps he remembers. Wujing recalls a far off memory from when he was little, a dance his parents used to perform that Wukong all but drags him to his feet to recreate. Tang Sanzang laughs at their fun, saying he had never spent much time learning the art. Wukong is understandably appalled by this, begging his Master to stand and dance with him just once, he promises it'll be fun! The monk can't refuse such a happy grin.

And it's now, with your hand in his, arm around your waist, that he thanks the universe for giving him so many opportunities to learn. Your own dancing skill level doesn't matter, he's an amazing lead, taking you around and around the campfire as his fellow disciples and Master clap and laugh to the music one of Wukong's clones is playing. You're smiling and giggling as you go, the fire dancing across your features in a hypnotizing way the Monkey King will commit to memory.

"Your hand in mine, and-" He hums softly, his voice warm and breathy where he whispers it in your ear, unheard by the others of your group. "I could never choose to love another..." He pulls away, meeting your gaze with his golden one, smile soft and secretive. He's trusting you to not make a big deal of his feelings, to keep your hand in his and spin around and around for the rest of the night until you can't move another muscle.

So you do so, pulling him closer even as Bajie gives a loud "WHOOP!" from behind you, resting your head on his chest and following him into another pattern of steps.

And if you whisper those same words back to him later in the dark of the night...well, the only witness would be the full moon, it's heavenly glow blessing your first kiss.

[chaozsilhouette]

A Revealing Performance

My rendition for the Shadow Play in @winterpower98's Swap Au.

It was supposed to be a simple thing, then it sort of spiraled into this whole deal. For the effects of the Shadow Lantern, I drew some inspiration from her Cursed Au as I never thought simply using her friends was cruel enough for the Monkey Tyrant.

It serves to show just how far Macaque has grown, but also to highlight just how monstrous he was.

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Mei refrained from downing her bubble tea as she waited for the play to start. It had been a rough couple of weeks with Spider Queen and that creepy girl. And failing to find where Xiaotian had run off to after the misunderstanding. When Macaque sent her tickets to the local theatre, she was ashamed to think it was a trap.

Pigsy and Sandy were right. After everything that happened, she needed some serious me time. She had been too stressed.

Besides, everyone knew Macaque was a total theatre nerd. Few people knew that the star puppeteer was actually the Six-Eared Macaque himself. He would totally send her tickets from his stomping grounds as a way to unwind.

It was a shame that Tang couldn’t join them. Apparently, he finally managed to schedule a meeting with the Celestial Realm and was Taking the demon brothers to figure out a new way of sealing the Monkey Tyrant. It was also his chance to explain their little break-in during New Years. He encouraged her to have fun and if it was good, he’d join them for the next showing.

So here they were waiting for the performance to start. Although she wondered what the fake mayor was doing here. They hadn't seen him since he gave her the skeleton key. Still wasn't sure why he had it or why he gave it to her? Supposedly she was only supposed to have it for a day, but he never stopped by to pick it up.

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Sun Wukong was a monkey of many talents, but even he had to admit Macaque was a far better storyteller and his mastery of shadows was sheer perfection. But that just made this plan all the more perfect. What better way to teach his wayward beloved’s little flower a lesson than through a trusted medium.

Obtaining a spot in the local theatre was child’s play, a little magic and they were all but begging him to take center stage. Apparently, they had been scrambling to find a new performer after their star puppeteer had to leave for a family emergency (three guesses as to who that was). And with a little glamor, a set of tickets was left at the little flower's doorstep. As far as she knew, Macaque was proud of her progress and believed she had deserved a reward for all her hard work. She was so desperate for something to go right she hardly questioned how her mentor, who was in parts unknown, managed to secure tickets for a new performer.

In his personal dressing room, Wukong delicately touched up his human disguise. Even if he was going to be hidden in his hanfu and cloak, it wouldn’t do to spoil the surprise. Applying his eye shadow with artful flair, the Monkey King took time to appreciate just how handsome he truly was no matter what form he took. Honestly, who would have thought such perfection existed?

A pulse of dark magic drew his attention to his latest partner in crime.

The Shadow Lantern gently floated before him. Its dark magic practically purring at the thought of being used. Wukong could almost laugh at his beloved’s foolishness. He was there when his darling created the lantern, when he infused his own shadows into its very foundation. Did he honestly think such a masterpiece would tolerate being left to collect dust in a cave?

Normally a magical artifact would never consider turning on its master, but after centuries of abandonment, all Wukong had to do was whisper his intentions to return Macaque to his former self to secure its loyalty. The second he first made contact, he could sense a twisted hunger writhing within and with each performance granting it the chance to feed on the life essence of the viewers…. hehe, he almost couldn’t contain himself.

Looking up at the clock, he saw it was just about time for his next performance. His clones had reported the girl’s presence along with the pig and the water demon. Strangely the one with glasses and the little matchstick was absent. No matter, he could make do with two hostages just fine.

After all, the show must go on.

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The overhead lights dimmed, signaling the start of the play. Smoke slowly poured from beneath the floorboards, generating an air of mystery. In a flash of golden light, a tall man wearing a beautiful cloak manifested on center stage. The crowd silenced themselves at the display.

“Welcome viewers to a performance you shall never forget!” From the folds of his sleeves, an exquisite lantern floated in front of him. A mesmerizing yet familiar purple glow emanating from the center.

“Our tale tonight is one of love, companionship, and how even the strongest of bonds can be severed through the trickery of the wicked.”

In the background, the shadows twisted and grew in the lantern’s light. Carefully they formed a beautiful scene of a mountain covered in flowers and trees. Attention was gradually guided to the top, where a round stone basked in the sun.

“It all began with the birth of a King.”

The round stone broke, revealing a figure that resembled a monkey. But no, this was a monkey demon, a monkie if you would. The King journeyed down the mountain until he found a tribe of normal monkeys. The group frolicked for a while as the King established himself as the undisputed ruler of the tribe.

A large figure with an ax appeared. The monster brought down his ax upon a small collection of monkeys only to be stopped at the last second by the King. The King used his superior strength to steal the demon’s ax and used it to decapitate the intruder in a single stroke. The monkeys jumped around the King and praised his strength, but the King did not appear satisfied.

“The young King was born with great power and strength, but he sought out more to protect his people.”

The King crafted a raft and set out on a dangerous sea. The King was shown to face off against mountain gods, human warriors, and demonic sorcerers always to reign victorious but never satisfied.

“In his travels, he learned much and faced many enemies, in time his efforts were handsomely rewarded.”

The King climbed a fleet of stairs carved into a mountain to reach a humble monastery. At the top, a stern human stood, but behind him was another monkie. This one however possessed six ears.

“His quest for power led him to a Warrior of potential equaling his own. At first, neither was sure how to react to their mirror, but they quickly forged a comradery that took them far.”

The two monkies trained together, mastering new powers as they sparred.

“Their time together increased their power exponentially and as they grew stronger their feelings blossomed into something beautiful.”

The two were on a cliff overlooking the stars, slowly leaning closer to one another. Eventually, the two faced their opposite and leaned in close.

“Their fates had become intertwined. Their power was unmatched. It was then the King realized what he had been searching for all this time.”

The two shadows merged together in a complex dance until they separated into two beings once again, but not as they began. The two monkeys were now garbed in elaborate, yet practical armor and silks. The King wielded a staff and the Warrior took up a spear.

“Slowly their strength grew to where nothing could challenge them, whether in the Celestial Realm or on Earth.”

The King and Warrior were shown battling heavenly armies and powerful demons with confident smirks. Each battle resoundingly won through their combination of speed, strength, and cunning.

“But it was not enough. The King wished to ensure that he and the Warrior would be able to fight together forever and sought the power and respect needed to secure their future.”

The King took to the Heavens, where he stood before an Emperor in the most extravagant outfit, surrounded by massive guards in magical armor. The Emperor was clearly afraid as the King effortlessly toppled one guard after another, slowly approaching the throne at a steady pace.

“The King’s noble actions were viewed negatively by those who feared his ever-growing power. Eventually, a prison was crafted that could restrain the King, one that not even his beloved Warrior could destroy.”

Just before the King’s latest attack could reach the Emperor, chains wrapped around his limbs and dragged him down to Earth. With a quick flex, the chains shattered, but the King was doomed as a mountain landed on him with a seal placed at the top. The Warrior tried to pry off the seal or find some way to weaken the mountain, his acts growing more desperate with time, yet nothing worked.

“Cruelly, the King was forced to wait until he could be freed, forced to watch his precious Warrior defend their Kingdom on his own.”

With a heavy expression, the Warrior abandoned his efforts to return to the original mountain as dozens of terrifying figures surrounded the monkey inhabitants.

“Centuries passed and their love still burned strong. Soon their patience was rewarded, the King was freed but he was soon trapped in a new prison.”

A monk approached the mountain and removed the seal. The King swiftly destroyed the mountain. The monk humbly bowed to the King and offered fresh clothing and a fillet. The King garbed himself in the gifts only to collapse in agony when the monk prayed.

“Enraged the King played along until the time was right. The King and the Warrior reunited in secret and crafted a plan that would allow them to take their revenge on those that dared to separate them.”

The two monkies hugged and nuzzled each other in appreciation. A quick conversation later, the Warrior changed to resemble the King and joined the monk as the King headed into unknown lands.

“Decades later the King was ready to retrieve his love, confident in his regained strength. But when he arrived the Warrior had changed. It was as if the warrior had lost a crucial part of himself. The Warrior tried to dissuade the King from killing the monk and his companions. He even tried to convince him to give up his rage at the Celestial Realm, believing the war that would ensue wasn't worth it.”

The disguised Warrior was traveling with four colorful characters. The King dropped from the sky in front of the group, a massive crater forming around him. The Warrior regained his true form, but instead of returning to his rightful place, he blocked the King’s view of the monk.

“The King could not believe his ears. This could not be his Warrior. His love always understood his goals and knew why heaven had to pay. The King knew this change was the monk’s fault. The King moved to silence the deceiver in one quick strike only to find it blocked by the Warrior.”

The King and Warrior exchanged blows that tore mountains asunder, split the heavens, and burned down forests. The other demons following the monk tried to aid the warrior, but nothing they did seemed to slow down the King, if anything their attacks only served to further enrage him.

“The two clashed until the Warrior fled with the jailers. Time and time again they clashed, but never could the King reach the Warrior he held in his heart.”

The group fled from the battle, but time and time again the King tracked them down. The locations may have changed, but the carnage after each battle remained as world-shattering as the first. In the end, the Group managed to truly escape, and the Warrior vanished into the shadows he wielded, leaving the King alone with nothing but his memories.

“Even now the King yearns for the companionship of his beloved Warrior, knowing that at his core the Warrior craves the same.”

With the final line sending shivers down the spines of the viewers, the puppeteer vanished in a flash of light.

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As Mei waited for her family to walk out, she couldn’t help but think about the play. It almost sounded like they were telling the tale of the Monkey King. But that was ridiculous. No one knew the Monkey King’s origins aside from minor details from the Journey to the West. Besides the narrator seemed to view the Monkey Tryant as a hero and victim. Clearly, that guy needed a reality check.

“Hello, young one.” Nearly choking on the remainder of her tea, Mei turned to see the puppeteer standing behind her with a knowing smile.

His cloak shrouding the top of his face in shadow. For a second, Mei envisioned her father Macaque. He would adore that look. Actually, didn’t she see a similar outfit in his closet on Flower Fruit Mountain? Doesn’t he wear that outfit when he’s hosting a shadow play?

Wait. How did he sneak up on her like that? Was she that out of it?

How long has she been quiet? Crap! Say something! “Oh. Ah-hello. C-can I help you with something?”

“I was about to ask the same. You do know the theatre is going to close soon right?”

“What?” Mei grabbed her phone. The digital clock flashed that it was past nine. That couldn’t be right. That meant she had been waiting for nearly an hour. But where were the others? Surely, they wouldn’t have left without telling her. Were they in trouble?

“Is everything alright?”

“Ah- yeah, everything’s fine.” It’s cool. It’s cool. She could handle this. She just needed to stay calm. “No need to worry about me. I just ah-I have a few questions about your play.”

“Yes.”

“How did you could up with the concept? I mean, no offense, but your premise could be taken the wrong way.” Maybe it was the panic over where her family had disappeared to, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being sized up.

“Hm. Have you ever heard the expression ‘History is written by the winners’?”

“Yes. It’s pretty common.” Like one of the most used sayings in the world.

“The tale was designed to show that love is one of the most cherished feelings of all and that in order to protect it, one must be willing to do anything to keep their loved ones safe. The King only wished to keep his beloved by his side, but the Warrior was misled and forced to battle against his love. That story may belong to only two, but similar tales can be experienced in anyone’s life. Tell me, can you think of a time you fought with those you cared about due to a misunderstanding?”

Without even considering it, horrible memories resurfaced. Mei arguing with MK as she tried to stop him from leaving with the newly released Monkey King. Mei forced to battle Red Son as his mind was slowly consumed by the True Fire of Samadhi. Tang lying to them about his true identity. Macaque leaving when they needed him most without saying why.

“I see you can.” The puppeteer gently guided her back into the main hall, where she took a seat on an empty bench.

“It’s nothing. I just-” She honestly didn’t know why she was pouring out her heart to stranger. Maybe she really was that exhausted. “-there’s so much going on and I’m supposed to be strong no matter what. But sometimes it hurts, just thinking about all my mistakes. Sometimes I wonder if I truly am strong. What if bringing me into this was a mistake?”

“What if it was?” That voice!

Mei turned to see Macaque garbed in a strange outfit, one that honestly reminded her of the Monkey King’s. She was confused. She had never seen him wear anything like that, he looked like the Monkey King’s twisted shadow.

And that expression! Her father Macaque had never made that face before. It looked as though he was reveling in her suffering.

“What’s the matter, little jade? Don’t worry, I won’t leave you alone.” He extended a hand slowly with the intent to cradle her face. A normal gesture he would use to comfort her, but her every instinct was screaming at her to get away.

Mei jumped to her feet and pulled out her spear, aiming it right between the imposter’s eyes. “Enough games!”

Macaque stared at the spear for a second, his fiendish expression only growing more vicious. He threw his head back with a full-bodied laugh, showing how little he thought of her threat. “Ha. Ha. Ha.”

In a flash of light, the Monkey Tyrant was standing before her, still wearing his puppeteer disguise. “Wow. About time. For a while, I was wondering if you’d ever figure out it was me.” His red and gold eyes carefully roved over her body, taking in every shake and fearful twitch. “Put down the spear, kid. We both know you’re not nearly good enough to scratch me with such a pitiful copy of the Dragon Blade.”

That may have been true, but she’d sooner make out with DBP in full view of Queen Iron Fan than leave herself completely open before this tyrant. “So the play was from your perspective. I always figured you were delusional, but this is a new low. Where is my family?” She all but growled, unknowingly her canines had slightly elongated in response to her rage.

“They never left. I’m surprised you didn’t recognize this.” The Monkey King took out the lantern, once more bathing the room in that familiar glow.

“What’s the big deal about a lantern?”

The stone monkie found her ignorance all the more entertaining. To think he hadn’t warned her of his own past.

“The big deal is that my dear warrior crafted this lantern long ago. It was his finest work and like everything he made it has multiple uses.” With a simple hand gesture, the silhouettes of Pigsy and Sandy appeared on the walls. “The Shadow Lantern can do more than enhance one’s skills in shadow magic, it can trap the bodies and souls of its targets. So long as the targets are trapped, the lantern can steal the shadows of its victims so its master can use them as a personal army until there is nothing left.”

“You expect me to believe Macaque made something so disgusting?” Even as Mei said it, she couldn’t help but recognize how similar the lantern’s magic was to her teacher’s. It was cool and soothing, but on the edge, there was an unmistakable edge of malice. “Even if he did, I doubt he made it without you whispering in his ears.”

“Oh child, you have no idea how many secrets he keeps from you. Let me share one with you.” The lantern grew brighter, and the silhouettes of her family members gained more substance as they peeled away from the walls.

Mei adjusted herself so all opponents were in her sight, but nothing could stop the sweat collecting on her forehead.

She sensed something powerful appear behind her. Jumping out of the way as a spear nearly severed her arm. She faced her new opponent. Only to almost drop her weapon.

Standing before her was another copy of Macaque only this one was even more disturbing. Its eyes burned with purple light, the shadows loving curled around it, but worst of all was the sneer filled with razor-tipped teeth.

“Did you honestly think my love was always so nice?”

[tigerseye46]

Summary: Sun Wukong asks Pigsy to make a choice

I made a spontaneous peachpig fic.

TW: brief talk of mortality and death

The king tapped a finger on his arm along with his foot, gazing at the wide open mountain, patiently waiting for a certain someone to appear.

The king took in deep breaths, he could do this. This was only going to be one of the most important things he was ever going to ask of anyone, especially his partner. This could change the entire course of their relationship. After a lot of thinking, he decided he was going to ask Pigsy to become immortal with him so they could live out eternity together. He hoped with all his heart that the pig would accept. He could do this, he could do this.

“Wukong,” Pigsy called and ran up to him.

He put on his best smile to hide his nervousness. “Hey, Pigsy.” He grabbed his hands and kissed them individually, relishing in the blush that marked his partner’s cheeks.

“Hey. What did ya need me for? Ya could have just called or somethin’.”

“I could have but that wouldn’t have been as fun,” he joked.

“Uh huh. You’re lucky I have the day off so I can see your sorry ass,” he remarked with an eye roll.

“Oh please, you love my ass,” the king remarked with a wink.

The pig’s face burned with crimson. “Shaddup! What did ya need me for?”

“Nothing really, maybe I just wanted your company,” he lied, his teeth bared.

The pig raised a brow, he had gotten to know the king’s tells pretty well so his boyfriend was obviously hiding something but he decided not to push unless absolutely necessary. “Sure, sure. What should we do today?”

The king silently sighed out of relief. “Well I was thinking we would dance together or something. Maybe open a bottle of wine.”

“Wine? Must be a special occasion.”

The monkey gulped. “Well, babe, every moment with you is a special occasion,” he excused.

“Tch. Flatterer.” Pigsy began guiding Wukong towards the mountain, the corners of the king’s mouth turned upwards as he was led.

They arrived in the small house in the middle of the stone cave. The king grabbed a bottle of peach wine and poured it into two glasses before passing it to his boyfriend. The pig sipped it. “You sure there isn’t a special occasion for you to be pullin’ this out?”

“Nope.” He flashed his teeth again. “No special occasion, my love.”

“Mhmm… whatever ya say. I’ll put on some music. Okay, babe?”

“Okay, take your time, hon.”

Pigsy digged into a box to find a cd, there were times where they would play music on one of their devices while other times they preferred to use a record player the king kept around. Wukong gazed lovingly at his partner until there was a pat on his leg. He looked down to see one of his monkeys with a peach in hand, gently lifting it up.

He ruffled the monkey’s hand and grabbed the peach. “Thank you, little one,” he thanked in a soft voice. “That’s all I needed. Thank you.” The monkey made a noise then left.

Pigsy pulled out a cd and music started playing as he placed it on the record table. He held out his hand. “Come on, babe. Join me.”

Wukong set aside the peach and the wine. He took his partner’s hand and wrapped an arm around his waist. “You got it, darling.”

Pigsy giggled and they began swaying together. The king’s heart beated against his rib cage as he ran through all the ways he could ask Pigsy. He accidentally stepped on his boyfriend’s foot during his thought process, receiving a small “ow” from his partner, he smiled sheepishly and kissed his forehead as an apology.

They continued onward without a word until the pig hummed. “You seem a bit off rhythm today, Wukong.”

“Maybe the reason I’m so off rhythm is because I’m taking the time to admire your beauty. Ever think of that?”

“Yea. Sure.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“Obviously.” He lifted the needle of the record player, halting the music. He crossed his arms. “Peach, you forget I know you and I can tell you’re not tellin’ me somethin’ so spill.”

The king’s hands were sweaty. “There’s nothing, love. Well okay, maybe one thing.”

“And that would be?”

“There’s a specific reason I called you here.”

“I can see that,” the pig interrupted.

“You could let me finish.” The pig’s lips formed into a smirk, most likely to say something snarky but he held his tongue. “I just want to say I love you very much. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, one of the best. And I never want to live without you. Every bit of you is amazing. And I know… I know what I’m about to say next is going to ask a lot of you but…”

He held his partner’s hands and got down on one knee. “Wukong, are you… are you proposin’?”

“Not exactly but something similar to it. Pigsy, I love you so much. It hurts to have a world where you’re not in it so I was wondering...” He grabbed the immortality granting peach with his tail. “I want you to become immortal with me. That is, do you want to become immortal with me?”

The pig’s mouth was agape. “Wukong…”

“I love you so much,” he repeated. “I want to be with you for the rest of eternity. I want us to get married, train MK together to the best of our ability, and I want us to have kids together. Watch them grow up to be as amazing as I know they will be.”

“Wukong…”

“I would never force you. I want you to know that. This is your choice.”

He stared at the peach with hesitation, reaching out for it before receding his arm. “I… I don’t know,” he replied and Wukong’s heart cracked a bit like glass. “This is a big decision, Wukong.”

“I know.”

“To live forever… a lot of things would change, the world would pass by me and people I would grow close to could die… that’s a big decision and it would affect me for the rest of however long I have.”

“Love…”

“And what would I even do for the rest of eternity? Maybe cook but what if I grow bored? And what if you grow tired of me?”

“That would never happen,” he huffed.

“I… I know… I love you, I do but I… can I think about this? I need time.”

This is his choice, the king reminded himself. He mustered up a grin. “Of course, love. I just wanted to let you know immortality is on the table…”

“Okay… I… can you take me home?”

The monkey’s ears drooped. “Yea. Course, babe.”

He summoned a cloud and flew them towards the apartment, neither saying a word the entire time. Pigsy got off and pecked the king’s cheeks with a small, “See you” and went inside.

Wukong sighed, he lingered outside the apartment complex before leaving.

They didn’t speak for days with Wukong trying to give his partner the space he needed to think things over. Although it had broken his heart and left him in a mix of sad and angry, he just wanted to live a nice comfortable life with his partner for forever but he understood why the pig needed to mull it over. Xiaotian noticed his sour mood and commented that whatever was going on between him and Pigsy (since Pigsy had been noticeably quiet lately) would sort itself out.

A week or two passed by before Pigsy showed up on Flower Fruit Mountain unexpectedly. “Hey, Wukong,” his partner greeted.

He perked up. “Hey, Pigsy. What’s up?”

“I was thinkin’ about what you said and…”

“I get it. Immortality is a rough choice to make and I get it if you don’t want it. I accept your choice.”

“That’s not it. It took me quite a lot to think about it and yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I want to be with you for all eternity. I want to be immortal with you.”

The king’s eyes were blown wide. “Re-really?”

He bobbed his head. “Yea. I want to.”

Wukong pulled him into a bone crushing hug, his tail thumped to the ground and he pressed a trail of kisses on his partner’s face. “Yes, yes, yes! I love you.”

“Love you too. Now how many kids we havin’ exactly?” He asked.

“I was thinking eleven at the very least.”

“Eleven? That’s a big number. Sure you can count that high?”

“Yes, love, I definitely can.”

“We better get started then. Now where’s one of those peaches?”

The monkey elbowed a tree and caught a peach in his hand. “Right here. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure.” And this time without hesitation, he bit into it, receiving a huge kiss from his boyfriend when he finished.

Centuries have gone by and to this day, Pigsy doesn’t regret his choice especially since he had an amazing husband and eleven plus kids, including their eldest daughter who shined like the stars.

[zwei-the-penguin-with-a-pen]

‘Fly Me To The Moon’

Yang looked downright stunning in her prom dress, a bright gold cocktail dress with a pleated train. Streaks of purple accented the pleats. It was perfect for dancing as well as walking since it fell to her shins. She could hear the music already, even though she'd made the scene much too early.

Her girlfriend performing with the band meant they weren't able to make a real evening of the prom, but they could still have a wonderful time.

The back door opened, and Blake appeared. Her eyes turned to stars at the sight of Yang. "You look breathtaking, Sunshine!" Blake told her before stealing a soft kiss. Yang blushed and grinned.

"You're one to talk, Moonlight! Out here looking like the sharpest-dressed man in Remnant!" Yang complimented. Blake was wearing a dark purple tuxedo with a gold dress shirt underneath. "You even wore the black suspenders I bought you!"

"They're useless because these pants are a tad small at the waist, but I like the aesthetic. Thanks again!"

"I just wish I could have worn my tuxedo..." Yang nicked. Blake chuckled.

"Hey, that's the great thing about going to rival schools! When your school's prom happens I'll put on my best dress and be the prettiest girl there! And you'll get to strut around in your bright gold tux with me on your arm, and tell your friends 'Hey, so I'm hitting that' every time I walk away!" Blake mused. Yang laughed at her. "And Coco won't be at that dance trying to out-gay both of us."

"Won't that be Ilia's thing?" Yang joked. Blake scoffed.

"Ilia could never out-gay anyone. She's too awkward. Plus she has a nosebleed every time she sees a girl." Blake laughed at her best friend's expense. Ilia was lovely, even for a useless lesbian.

"So, will we actually get to dance some time tonight? Or are you gonna be with the band the whole time?" Yang asked, making sad eyes and a pouty face for effect. Blake kissed Yang's forehead, making her blush. Yang kissed Blake's cheek, and finally, their lips met. The two girls kissed for a long moment, though their kisses never lasted long enough for Yang. She pulled at Blake's suspenders as the catgirl pulled away from their kiss.

"There are a few songs they don't need me that badly to perform, so yeah, we'll have some dance time. There's one I must be onstage for, though." Blake winked at Yang, the blonde smiling back at her.

"Do you think they could do 'Sunshine' without you? I'd love to dance to that song with you!" Yang pleaded. It was her favorite song by Blake's band.

"I think we can work something out..." One of the guys called Blake's name, her cat ears perking up. "I am needed inside. I love you, Sunshine! I promise we'll dance the night away!" She told Yang, sneaking one last kiss before walking back into the building.

"I love you too, Moonlight!" Yang replied, blushing the whole time.

"GAY!" She heard someone say behind her. She turned to see Coco and Velvet.

"I mean, that's what I'm aiming for..." Yang retorted. Coco looked spectacular as always, sporting an evening gown the color of coffee with matching hose. Velvet wore a bright red number that hugged her shape and glimmered in the light. The rabbit girl looked as though she felt out of place. She wasn't much for playing dress-up, but Coco always made sure she looked fantastic.

"So ESKAPE is playing tonight? I don't know that ska music offers much in the way of dancing..." Coco mused. Velvet shook her head, one of her upper ears folding over.

"They can play all sorts of stuff, Coffee Cake! It will go over great!" Velvet encouraged. The front doors opened, so people could finally start entering the dance.

Seeing all of Blake's friends and schoolmates all gussied up for a formal dance was wild. Yang didn't know too many of them, but they were usually friendly. A catgirl with a bright orange tail tried to hit on Yang but instantly realized she was Blake's date.

"Yeah, you're definitely Blake's girl! You're all she talks about; glorious mane of golden hair, purple eyes, a bit top-heavy... a real knockout. I think I'll congratulate her!" The catgirl rambled ceaselessly. Yang could not wait to get away from this girl.

Thank gods, Ilia appeared across the room. Yang politely excused herself from the chatty catgirl and practically ran to the chameleon girl.

"Hey, Scale Face! Aren't you with the band?" Yang asked her.

"I've worked with ESKAPE, but I have a band of my own. Right now we're called the Useless Lesbians, but that's just a placeholder." Yang laughed at the name. Bands aside, Ilia looked incredible in her rainbow evening gown.

"Thank you all for coming, or rather, thanks for having us perform at your prom!" Sun Wukong, another member of ESKAPE, spoke into his microphone a few songs deep into the dance. "If you guys don't mind, I'm gonna take a break from singing and pass the mike to our wonderful Blake Belladonna!" Everyone cheered as Sun grabbed the microphone stand with his tail and sat it down in front of Blake.

"Hey, Mistral High! You guys feeling all right tonight?" Blake asked, receiving cheers. "Wonderful. So I wrote a little something for my favorite girl. She's the smoking hot blonde in the gold dress. Hands off, she's here with me!" Yang blushed ten shades of red at that. Blake strummed her guitar in a jazzy rhythm.

They say that every day the universe expands

And we discover certain things that we don't understand

Well, dark matter ain't the only mystery at hand

I'm wondering how I got a girl like you to say that I'm her man

It's a statistical anomaly, but girl you've got me

Gravity is pulling me to your heavenly body

No astronomical phenomenon could ever stop me

You've got a smile that every star in the galaxy copied

The constellations couldn't make as beautiful a pattern

The conversations -- every night I ring you up like Saturn

The telescopes tell us folks that you're the coolest view

A supernova's scooting over to make room for you

Because you eclipse every wonder of the cosmos

It's almost unfair to them, but you're the one I want most

It's a miracle that Galileo never found you

If he did, he'd say the universe revolved around you.

After her dangerously smooth rap verse, she went into a rendition of 'Fly Me To The Moon'. Yang could not believe what she had just heard. Blake had written that about her?!

"Alright, I'm gonna give Sun back the mike and go have a dance with my favorite girl. Cheers!" Blake announced, setting her guitar on a stand and hopping off the stage to find Yang. Yang pulled her close by the waist and pulled her into a deep kiss, even leaning over for effect. She heard somebody clapping for them but that didn't matter.

"Fucking superb, you funky little Kitty Cat!" Yang told her as they pulled out of the kiss. It was Blake's turn to blush ten shades of red.

"I'm glad you liked it, Sunshine! So, Sun's about to play our song. Shall we dance?" Blake suggested. Yang heard the first chords of 'Sunshine' and she and Blake tore up the dance floor.

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Day 19: Formal Wear

PROM AU!! Featuring Beez!

Late again. I’m trying to catch up, though.

Blake’s song is this incredible jam by Going Spaceward  .