#also yeah Wukong and xiaotian move around in their sleep

[quesocheeso]

More shadowpeach please??🥹

I’ll do you one better—

FAMBILY 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Infodump time: I hc that monkey demons/celestials are very social beings and tend to be very touchy. They sleep in groups, primarily familiar units, so it’s common to have children sleep with their parents even after they leave early childhood.

Both Wukong and Xiaotian are clingy people, Wukong is just unconsciously more clingy that Xiaotian tho, meanwhile Macaque is just vibing, he definitely reciprocates when the other two initiate but he doesn’t tend to feel a need to be in contact with others, Mac thinks it has to do with how he grew up before he ended up in FFM, Wukong thinks he just needs to feel the joy of cuddling Mac will get it soon (it’s been more than a thousand years someone hold an intervention for Wukong pls)

Even after Mac and Xiaotian move out of the Celestial Realm, any time they visit Wukong they wind up nesting together for the whole time the visit lasts

(don’t think about how Macaque and Xiaotian have each other, while Wukong has nobody, don’t think about it—)

Every night they take their space in the nest, but by the end of the night they’re cuddling close together

…which is a problem for Xiaotian who ends up in the middle

[sunsage]

🛏️ - A dream that made your character want to go back to sleep so they could continue the dream. also this one

💤 Peek into my Character's Dreams 💤

The fireworks explode against the dark sky, lighting it up mostly in reds and yellows, and less so in whites and greens and other colours. One of them weaves across the horizon like a snake, a tribute to the upcoming year.

It feels like it was yesterday that they welcomed the Dragon in and now it's already gone, making place for the Snake to slither in. (Mei grumbled earlier how hopefully this means she will get more luck in the new year and MK laughed a little next to her, before admitting quietly that yeah, it would be nice).

Wukong leans against the body next to him, the arm wrapped around his shoulders shifting in response. A metal gauntlet reaches towards his ear, scratching pleasantly at the spot right above it and he hums, eyes closing for just a moment. His own hand pets similarly against the head in his lap, Macaque looking up questioningly at him. He's been complaining about the noise earlier but (of course) refused to move from his spot, so Wukong covered his ear(s) to hopefully make it more tolerable.

He shakes his head quietly and smiles down at the other monkey, receiving a familiar half-smile in return before Macaque's eye drifts back to the fireworks.

Wukong looks around for a moment. The kids - Xiaotian, Xiaojiao and Hóng Hái-Er are sitting together, the latter talking animatedly (as he does) and pointing up, his flames spiking and falling with his words. From the corner of his eye he can see the boy's parents, a little away from the main group but here nonetheless. Bull King catches his glance and nods at him, Wukong nodding back.

Tang and Pigsy sit not that far from his spot, just a little to the front. They are talking in hushed voices, laughing softly. Sandy joins them then, carrying his ever-present tea tray and sitting down with more grace than one would expect from someone his size.

Sudden movement has his gaze drifting to the left, where he last saw Sun and Nezha sitting together. They are still there, with Nezha leaning back and holding Sun's arm away from him as he scowls half-heartedly. Sun is grinning at him still, trying his best (well, not really, or he'd win already) to get his hand closer to the other's face for whatever reason. A few of the monkeys are pulling at Nezha's sleeves, trying their best to help their king, much to the prince's dismay.

Wukong snorts, shaking his head. Well, as long as they are having fun.

It's the most crowded this place has been in a while, he thinks, taking one more look around. The log on the edge of the clearing is occupied as well, his brothers watching the fireworks and half-arguing, half-laughing. Well, Ao Lie is mostly watching Xiaojiao, though he still waves at Wukong when he sees him staring. The motion startles their master, who wisely chose the dragon to sit next to and not either of the other two yaoguai, and who smiles at him too.

Wukong smiles back, heart too full to hurt as it usually does when that happens, and sighs, content. Once the fireworks are finished he will have to do the work of trying to somehow fit everyone back into his house, but for now he can just enjoy the moment, surrounded by the people he loves.

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The room he wakes up to is cold. Not in the comforting way that Gabriel's or Macaque's embrace has been, just the biting cold of a window cracked open by the howling wind outside. Wukong sighs, tiredly. Doesn't bother getting up to shut it, just burrows deeper into his blankets and closes his eyes again, chasing the dream that still feels fresh against the inside of his eyelids.

There's nobody waiting for him in the waking world anyway. He can afford to sleep through a couple more hours.

Or days.