#Rockfarmshipping

[starsfic]

Seduced

Summary: Sun Wukong decides to seduce Ironbull in order to make Xiaotian's training easier and because he misses the Demon Bull Family. I planned for this to be smut. It's not.

-_-

“Wait, you’re coming?”

“Kid, are you kidding? I’m excited to watch you, your dragon friend, and Red Son race!” Wukong yanked out another shirt and considered it. Hmm…maybe too much skin. He didn’t want to appear desperate. He stuck the outfit back into his closet and went rummaging again.

“Wait, Red Son’s coming?!” His successor’s excitement at the fact that he even had his phone number faded. “That’s bad news!”

Hm. He expected his first question to be how he even knew.

“What makes you say that, bud?”

“Well, what if he wins and gets the immortal peach? DBK’s armor is powered by powerful artifacts!”

“I really doubt that there’s much power in a simple metal trophy, bud,” Wukong said, pulling out a pair of jeans he hadn’t worn in a while. If he tied his hair back…oh, that would be so cute! “I wouldn’t be too concerned.”

There was a long pause, long enough that Wukong got dressed before his successor spoke.

“...metal trophy?”

Wait. Wait…

They should probably do a class on research next training session.

Well, hopefully, knowing him, Red Son wasn’t too disappointed by the lack of an actual immortal peach. Hopefully, Wukong mused as he did one last lookover and tugged his sweater down a bit strategically, neither would DBK and Iron Fan. It would make trying to talk to them and “talking” very difficult.

“I’ll see you at the race, bud.” Wukong hung up before his successor could finish processing what he had signed up for.

With his look down, he walked out of his bedroom. A few of his monkeys waited in the living room, perking up when he walked in. “So?” He spread his arms out, letting the group get a good look. “How do I look? Hot? Sexy?”

One of the monkeys hopped off the couch and out the window. While they waited, one of the monkeys chattered a question. “Why am I dressed up like this? Whelp!” Wukong clapped his hands together. “I’m gonna seduce DBK and Iron Fan!”

Well. Kinda. It was the back-up plan.

Look, he had missed the Demon Bull family. They had become his closest thing to a support system after the pilgrims had died. It was probably too early to try something like this, but he missed spoiling his nephew, and he missed the pleasure the couple had brought into the bedroom.

There was also the fact that he had a young successor with power he didn't fully understand and was worried that his successor might hurt himself with it.

The monkey hopped back in, pulling a pink rose blossom with them. Wukong took the offering with a smile before tucking it behind his ear.

“Hopefully, I can talk them out of conquering the world.” 

-_-

“How pathetic…”

“You’re not pathetic, my love,” his wife lovingly said, her deft fingers stroking across his skin. He missed his fur, missed the feeling of her running her fingers through it. He even missed other fingers, gently working out knots and dirt. Right now, all he could do was savor the feeling of her. “You’re just a little dumb-”

“NIU MOWANG!”

The yell made every nerve stand on end. Iron Fan yelped, whirling around, and DBK could see the anger crystalize in her eyes as a familiar cloud lowered down. A figure hopped off- a pretty young woman wearing an oversized pink sweater and comfortable white jeans- but he was no idiot. He saw the color of her ponytail, a white bow merrily bouncing, and the tail poking out.

“Sun Wukong,” he growled out, getting to his feet.

Iron Fan hefted up her fan. “How dare you show your face!”

A hurricane wind blew through the valley as his wife launched herself at the simian.

The only warning was a sigh before Wukong kicked up.

Iron Fan gasped as her fan went flying, wind whistling around the blade, before slamming into the mountain face, left upright in the dirt. She lowered back down, and DBK leaned forward, giving her a nuzzle of apology, before Wukong was right there, shedding his disguise. Irritatingly, that pink rose blossom behind his ear looked perfect. His eyes were unglamoured, revealing their true red color, and filled with a rage that… he didn’t recognize.

“What. The. Fuck.” Wukong punctuated each word with a poke to Iron Fan’s chest. “Were. You. Two. Doing?!”

“What are you doing?” Iron Fan snapped back, taking a step back to press her back against his shoulder. Wukong, however, followed. “Why are you here-”

“I came to watch the race!” Wukong snapped, his ponytail poofing up. “I wanted to cheer Xiaotian and Red Son and Xiaojiao on, and I wanted to talk to you two, so I figured you two would be there to cheer your son on.”

There was an accusation there, and DBK knew he was falling for whatever Wukong was pulling, but he had to respond. “We were there!” It wasn’t to cheer him on, but-

“Yeah. TO HUMILIATE HIM?!”

“We just needed to teach him a lesson,” Iron Fan insisted, a bead of sweat running down her brow. She was getting nervous, a sign of wisdom when it came to an enraged Sun Wukong. “He just needed a bit of crushing to understand that his ambitions aren’t feasible, that’s all.”

Wukong gaped. After a long moment, he pressed his hands together, pressing them to his lips, and slowly breathing out. He breathed in again, held it, let it out.

DBK glanced at his wife. She glanced back, nodding to the monkey like he had any clue what was going on inside his head. Why she expected him to know, he had no idea. Nobody had any idea what was going on in his head, excluding his monkeys and occasionally Macaque, and it wasn’t like they were willing to share.

“You’ve lost your son privileges.”

“...Excuse me?” his wife said.

“This? All… THIS?” Wukong gestured to them. “This is not what good and rational parents do. This is a cry for help. So,” He backflipped and landed on his nimbus cloud, glaring them down. “Until you two clean up your fucking act, Red Son will be staying with me.” 

DBK felt his jaw drop. While Wukong had occasionally stepped in to help, especially when his son was younger, he had always left the parenting to him and Iron Fan. Even if they were lovers, he had never defied the boundaries unless they willed it. This was fully destroying the boundary.

“You’re bluffing,” Iron Fan scoffed, levitating up and coming to rest on his shoulder. “My son would never allow it.” He could feel her shiver- even if he wouldn’t allow it, Wukong was strong enough to not give him a choice

Wukong didn’t respond in words. Instead, he simply raised a brow and pulled out a chair. He blew on it and a clone popped up, ready and waiting for attention. “Go to the foundry and Jade Cloud Mountain,” he said and the clone nodded, poofing up a notepad and pen. “Red Son will need a toolkit, about twenty pencils and pens each, a pencil sharpener, enough clothes for at least six months-”

Oh gods he wasn’t bluffing.

-_-

“Fine. Fine!”

Wukong paused at the listing. The rage wasn’t quelled, not yet, but he was just a bit confused at his former sworn brother’s snap.

“Husband?” Iron Fan said.

“If we apologize to him, will you calm down?”

Wukong raised a brow. “Is that seriously how you’re putting it?”

DBK stiffened, his eyes darting back and forth between him and the clone. “...no.” he said finally. He turned, and Iron Fan grabbed his horn to steady herself before he began to march off. Wukong felt his brow stay as he followed behind on his nimbus, ready to swoop in if DBK did anything ridiculous.

Soon, the starting point appeared. It looked like a combination of Xiaotian and Long Xiaojiao had won, based on the large picture of them screaming being projected. A crowd had gathered around the winning podium, except for a wide gap, where Red Son was yelling at the two. Xiaojiao looked faintly amused while Xiaotian cradled the trophy to his chest.

“-and I totally- Father!”

Iron Fan pulled away as DBK stood there, seeming to study his son as the redhead started to sputter what sounded like excuses and apologies for not winning. Then, he knelt, pressing his forehead to the tarmac.

“Father?!” Red sputtered, his hair sparking, as the crowd gasped. “What are you-”

“I am sorry for attempting to undercut your ambitions. I have not been providing you with the same grace that you have been providing me- when I…” DBK paused, as if he was looking for a word that wasn’t “buried.” He finally sighed. “When I awoke, I was placing an image of you that no longer existed onto you and expecting you to play along. I am deeply sorry for that.”

Wow. Wukong hadn’t expected DBK to actually apologize.

Iron Fan, based on her sputter when DBK looked back, didn’t either. She did roll her eyes and kneel. “I am…sorry,” she practically spat out. “I am sorry for placing such high expectations-”

Wukong quietly cleared his throat and beckoned the clone.

Iron Fan looked up and visibly paled. She returned her gaze to the tarmac. “- and not fully explaining what I wanted,” she continued, actually sounding honest. “I took some pleasure in it, because I thought that it would make sure you would never leave.” Her annoyed expression faded with each word, replaced by a look of bafflement.

…huh?

Red didn’t seem to notice the strange logic. He stared at his parents like he had never seen them before, and, yep, those were tears beading up. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like he needed to prompt anyone, because Xiaotian took a step forward. 

“Are…are you okay?”

“Yes!” Red screeched, tears beading up as he looked away to hide them, seeming to forget how they turned to steam.

His successor and his friend exchanged looks. She spoke up, a sympathetic smile forming. “Do you want a hug?”

“...maybe!”

She held out her arms and Red leaned into them, never quite uncrossing his arms. Xiaotian wrapped an arm on his other side. Wukong felt his heart melt slightly as Red relaxed, just a bit. He pulled out his phone and sent a bit of cash to Xiaotian’s account, sending him a text just to be safe. It looked like they needed a friendship outing.

He turned and left, not noticing the couple watch him leave.

(When the message arrived later that night, he noticed.)

-_-

The ice cream outing had been…surprisingly pleasant, all things considered.

Neither of the peasants had said much about his tears. Instead, the dragon girl had jabbed him into a conversation about vehicles and the Noodle Boy had asked him about ancient ice cream. If they weren’t enemies of his clan, Red admitted to himself as he entered the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab some juice, he would’ve wanted to do it again. 

“Good morning.”

“Good morn-” Red paused. He ran that through his mind again. The juice slipped from his fingers as he whirled around.

Sun Wukong sat at the table with a cup of tea. He looked exhausted, his fur messy, and he wore a white shirt that had definitely been bought for his father. As he raised the cup to his lips, he waved.

“Wha- HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!” Red sputtered, looking around for any signs of damage. It wouldn’t be the first time his uncle had surprised them at breakfast, with usually a door broken (and repaired before he left) or a window shattered. At the very least, he would be polite enough to set off a trap. But as he looked around, he realized there wasn’t any signs of a break in. “You shouldn’t be here!”

“Bud,” Wukong sighed, his voice whisper soft and cracking slightly. “Please, talk a bit more quietly. Your parents kept me up all night.”

“What, fighting?” A horrible thought occurred and Red Son reared back, letting his flames roar up. He held his fists up, very determined in that moment to defend himself. “What did you do to them-”

“My son, please, not so early.”

Relief crashed over him like a tsunami. He whirled around in time to see his mother and father walk in. His relief died when he took in their states- his mother’s hair was also messy and her neat pajamas were hastily thrown on. His father looked to be covered in-

Dots connected.

Oh no. Nope.

“I’M MOVING OUT!” he yelled, turning and marching out of the room and his parents, who have for some reason lost their minds and slept with the fucking simian. Nope! He had to deal with this crap as a young child, he wasn’t doing it again!

“YOU AND XIAOJIAO SHOP AT THE SAME MECHANIC’S!” Wukong called after him. “SHE AND XIAOTIAN ARE THERE TODAY! TAKE SOME CASH FROM MY PURSE!”

…well, Red admitted, turning and heading to his parents’ bedroom. He couldn’t resist an offer like that.

Hopefully, it was just a one-time offer.

Right?

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multishipper at its finest

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As I am a big fan of both Rockfarm and Sweetbeef shipping. Once I saw that @starsfic was making a fan fic for it for their valentine's day week I knew I had to draw it.

I highly recommend reading all of her works on Ao3 and tumblr.

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Heres some one off poly ship doodles I made last year and didn't post