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Tea Collection 3; Nezha. Lavender (a herbal tea)

Looking back, he was in the wrong.

“Did you really just wing that plan of yours?”

Tang had asked when things were calm. The kids were all sleeping, tucked into a nest where they would be safe and warm with the little monkeys. The Pig was by the remains of the campfire and Macaque was long gone. The large blue demon was sat quietly with the blue cat in his lap, seemingly meditating.

His own accusation that Wukong never had any good plan for this whole mess had prompted the question from Tang and it had led to... well, Nezha should really have known better than to push the Monkey King.

Apparently, Wukong’s whole plan had been well thought out, and despite himself, Nezha couldn’t deny that if things had gone the way Wukong intended, the fight with the Lady Bone Demon might have gone very differently.

The Monkey King had actually planned to use the train ride to the mountain to speak about the fourth ring privately, to tell them that during his time away before the Bone Demon stole his staff, he had visited the place where Ao Lie had said he’d be laid to rest, hoping to find the ring entombed with his lost friend. Instead, he’d found the tomb empty, and realised that there was no trace of the fire there at all. That had been when Wukong realised that the fourth ring had to have been passed down the chain, meaning that as his descendant, Mei likely had the ring and it was only because of her dragon heritage and her immense chi that the ring had been rendered dormant within her. A testament to just how powerful the young girl was and could be if she ever tried to apply herself the way dragons of old had.

Because the ring was needed for the ritual, Wukong had planned to make a numbing pill, one strong enough to leave Mei completely senseless so that he could remove the ring without hurting her the way removing the fire from Red Son had hurt him as a babe.

Nezha had demanded to know why this pill hadn’t been used on the child if it was so powerful. Wukong had remarked that the pill was a later invention, crafted after weeks of Ao Lie suffering silently with the pain until his body had given up and he’d collapsed into a shallow river, desperate for some relief.

Wukong went on, ignoring Nezha in favour of answering Tang’s questions about what he would have done after the rings were in his possession, explaining that his plan had been to use the rings and the fire to battle the Lady Bone Demon, using the flames to slowly chip away at her power and force her to abandon the child she’d taken as a host, allowing Wukong to unleash all the power of the fire upon the demon and end her.

With that done, he intended to turn the fire onto the corrupted relics and the trapped souls within the Trigram Furnace, cleansing it and them of any lingering hold the witch might have tried to leave upon them. Then, he would return to the mountain and split the fire back into four rings.

Nezha had scoffed at this and asked if the Rings would have then become yet another part of Wukong’s horde of relics and artifacts.

“One ring would go back to the Demon Bull King. One ring would go back to Chang’e, one ring would stay with me and the now solid fourth ring would be returned to Mei. The map would have been returned to you then and we could have all gone back to ignoring each other. But, as always, no one listens when I try to talk.”

“I can understand why you didn’t tell the Third Lotus Prince your plan. But why didn’t you tell us?” Tang had asked, hurt and concern laced in his tone. “If we had known the plan, it wouldn’t have been so easy for Macaque to gain the upper hand.”

“The few people I once trusted with my back are gone, either sealed in the Underworld, they no longer call themselves my friend, or they are dead of old age. Those high above don’t trust me, those deep below despise me and many in the inbetween can’t even believe I'm real. I got used to doing things on my own, with no one to watch my back a long time ago. So, I kept the plan to myself and did what I saw as the best choices for all of you.” The Monkey King stated, shaking his head. “But, it's over now. Mei is safe, the fire within her is contained and with Red Son’s help she’ll be able to master it as her own, the Lady Bone Demon is gone… Another victory for MK.”

“Not yourself, Sun Wukong?” Nezha couldn’t help but snip.

Wukong turned sharply and for a moment, Nezha saw a flash of red eyes that had been absent for so long. “No Li Nezha, this wasn’t a victory to me because I didn’t win this battle.” Wukong’s tail lashed, and broke a nearby boulder in half. “MK did. A boy who is practically a baby compared to you and me and everyone else up in that grand hell you call home upon high.” Cracks began to form at Wukong’s feet, and Nezha saw blood drip from his clenched fists at his sides. “In fact, this is the third time that boy has put a stop to mistakes Heaven began by himself, and yet, not one of you dared to come down here to help when you saw what was happening.”

“Wukong-”

“Not a one of you bothered to think that maybe, just maybe, the normal folk who actually have to work and earn their living, might need a little heavenly help with this mess before one of the few demons in all the world; who could match me blow for blow and took the combined efforts of me and my Master to seal, might I just add. Got back enough of her power to threaten Heaven and turn every realm into an icy waste land?” A burst of chi, enough to knock Nezha back a few feet as Wukong’s lips curled into a snarl, showing the normally glamoured teeth that lay beneath, sharp and ready to rip flesh from bone. “No, of cause not, because as per fucking usual, Heaven was too busy pretending that nothing and no one can ever reach their little estate of grand palaces in the clouds! Too busy with meaningless Merit and status to care that the people who actually matter are suffering! Too blind to understand that just maybe, something besides me might succeed and kill the Jade Emperor.”

“Monkey.” The Blue demon tried to soothe, but Wukong was beyond such attempts now, the glamour was flickering now, and it was only thanks to the moon light that Nezha could see the brief flashes of the scars that littered Wukong’s face, the band around his head, the burns around his mouth and neck, the ruined eyelids…

How many of those scars did Heaven give him? How many more were hidden that Nezha knew his hands and weapons had caused? Did Wukong even remember them all?

“A boy, Li Nezha, a boy not even a quarter way through his life, was the one who defeated the Lady Bone Demon. Not you, not me, him. So go on and have your final say. Take a jab at me and make yourself feel good for finally winning a petty argument like the reckless, uneducated child you clearly still are. I’m so eager to know what possible victory you gain, beyond making yourself no better than the bastard who sired you!”

“Monkey!” Something in the tone, the suddenness of it all, or maybe it was the fact the blue demon had stood up and put himself between them that made Wukong stop and look at the demon with wide eyes.

Something unsaid went between them, and then Wukong had turned away, ignoring any attempts to call after him as he summoned his nimbus and took off at speed.

He pushed too far. Every bit the child he’d been so long ago, the child who never gained the approval of a man he’d only ever loved in the beginning.

Before he could retreat into meditation, he felt a shift, ever so slight and barely noticeable, but there and before he could stand and mask his injuries behind a glamour, the persons who had arrived stepped into the room and all at once, Nezha was on the verge of tears.

The first to enter was a woman, modernly dressed and mortal at a glance, but the aura of her and the faintest hints of white light that followed her movements spoke of her godly nature, however minor. She silently greeted Nezha with a respectful bow, but it was not too deep, as she was helping to guide the other into the room with great respect and care.

The second to enter was a man, dressed in familiar robes and frail in appearance, his long white beard neatly groomed and smoothed from years of care and attention. One arm cradling his long tailed fly-brush and the other was resting in the hands of the woman, allowing her to guide him as his eyes were still not quite adjusted to the brightness of Heaven.

Taiyi Zhenren, Nezha’s master and teacher, who had helped Nezha face the Dragon King of the East when he had rebelled, the man who brought Nezha back and comforted him when his own father had driven him to death. The man who had come down from his mountain with flowers and offerings to leave at the headstone of Nezha’s mother’s grave when she had passed, and who had been more of a father to him than the head of the Li Family.

“Master. Lady Chayi.” He greeted, quickly standing and descending the steps to greet them both. “Please, you did not have to-”

“I could feel your distress in my meditation, my student. I will not deny you comfort and aid when it is within my power still to give it to you. Even if I ought to have brought something to better shade my eyes from the brightness.” The frail old man dismissed his concerns softly, a fondness to his tone as the woman guided him further into the room, closer to Nezha. “You are injured.”

“It will heal by the morning.” Nezha assured as they met, gently taking the old man’s hands in his own as the Lady stepped back, allowing the old master and student their moment, she had never spoken of anything she witnessed, and she never would.

No one needed to know that the two embraced as family, no one needed to know that there was a small dampness to the elderly man’s shoulder from the few tears that slipped free in the safety of that embrace.

“If you are sure,” Zhenren relented, slowly stroking Nezha’s hair before pulling back a little. “Now, what has you in such a state of turmoil, my student? You’re brothers are well, yes?”

“It is nothing of the family, Master. I just… I…” Nezha turned his gaze away, suddenly feeling every bit the young boy he had been so long ago, unsure of his words and actions after waking from what he’d thought would be his last breath.

The sound of pouring water and the scent of tea drifted by, and both males turned to see the lady had crafted a table and three chairs from seemingly nothing, setting a cup at each seat for each of them and herself as she poured the hot water into each cup.

“Lavender?” Nezha asked, somewhat confused. “You know I do not sleep.”

“The scent is good to help the restless drift into a restful sleep, yes. But in tea, the flavour helps to reduce stress and anxiety.” She explained with a kind smile. “It seemed fitting, given the late hour.”

“Thank you, Lady Chayi.” Nezha said, and helped his master to sit first.

“Please, use my name, the title feels far too grand for me, especially when at such a humble gathering with good company.” She requested of him as he pulled her chair out so she could sit down before him.

It was the lowest statue Heaven could offer to her without insulting the Great Sage of Tea’s disciple, Nezha reminded himself and yet still finding himself shocked at how reluctant the goddess was to use her gifted title. She barely permitted it when it came to her in written form, such that only the Jade Emperor and The Golden Star of Venus could use it without making her wince in discomfort.

But if anyone was to hear them-

“Very well, Chi Yue. If it is what you prefer, then please, call me Zhenren, our titles are not needed to share good tea. Is that not fair, Nezha?” His master smiled, and Nezha knew if someone was to overhear, they’d not question the lack of titles at the table.

“Yes Ma- Ahem, Zhenren.” He quickly corrected himself.

Neither of them reprimanded him for the slight slip, only sharing a smile between them before taking their first sips of the tea.

There was no judgement amongst them, even as Nezha spoke of what had happened, not just Sun Wukong stealing the scroll but also the chase across the west, the fourth ring’s activation within the dragon girl, the possession of Sun Wukong, the battle and eventual defeat of the Lady Bone Demon at the hands of a mortal child.

“After the battle, they invited me to stay and rest a while, and for a time, things were pleasant. Until the sunset and I made a careless accusation.” Nezha said, his shoulders sagged and his body slumped in the chair, heavy with thoughts and questions he doubted he’d ever get to ask now that he’d pushed Wukong to the point of near violence.

“Oh Nezha.” Zhenren sighed. “Such a sharp tongue was not needed.”

“I know, I was wrong to push him… But I was so angry with him. All of this could have been avoided if he had just told me what the plan he had was instead of just showing up and trying to just take the scroll.” Nezha said.

“Would you have listened?” Chi Yue asked. “If he had told you what the plan was, would you have let him take the Scroll and do what needed to be done, trusting his words to return with the Scroll when the task was done?”

“...” Nezha slumped into his chair. “No. Sun Wukong being here put me on alert and, what with the history of him being in Heaven… I gave him no choice.”

“While your reaction was understandable, the way I recall, it was not Sun Wukong who began the whole mess in Heaven the first time.” Zhenren remarked, sipping his cup slowly, careful not to speak too loudly.

“Seems to me that you have forgotten that despite your current appearance, you are still a child, Little Nezha.” Chi Yue said, easily leading the conversation forwards. “It is understandable, given your desire to be respected, but it seems you have kept the lie up for too long and it has begun to affect your thinking.”

“What makes you think so?” Zhenren asked, setting his cup down with a fond smile.

“Since we arrived, Nezha has lost six inches of his height, and his face has grown rounder, his scarf is restless, constantly twisting into lazy loops and twists and, most telling of all things,” the goddess said, and gently reached over to put her hand over Nezha’s, stopping them from-

Oh. That was why his hands felt sore.

“He’s been picking at his own fingers, a nervous habit many children suffer when they feel anxious or overly stressed about a situation.” She said with a kind smile, pushing some of her chi, steady and kind like warm water over aching muscles, into his hands. The small amount healing the raw sores and peeled skin with the same ease and painlessness as any god.

“I’m sorry,” He said, filling his hands with the cup so as not to start picking again, instead, letting the glamour of his adult self fall away to allow himself to better focus on healing his still sore body.

“Whatever for?” Zhenren asked. “You may be a titled Prince of Heaven and a masterful warrior now, but first and foremost to all those things, you were Little Nezha, the blessed gift to your lady mother for her faithfulness and devotion, not only to her husband, but to the Queen Mother of the West. You were blessed to her as a child whom she could have loved forever more, had that vile witch not taken her from you in such a cruel way.”

Nezha winced at the reminder of the loss, the memory of his mother, a mortal woman so kind, so loving and so gentle, quickly becoming weak and frail, withering away faster than the doctors could treat the poison that stole away her life.

A light flick, a touch barely there, wiped away the tears that managed to slip free of his eyes.

“You’re allowed to be the child she would have loved, and if anyone, be they immortal or god, has a problem with that, then it speaks to their ignorance and disrespect to the Queen Mother more than it speaks of you. Such people are not worthy of your time or your energy.” Zhenren said kindly, as Chi Yue refilled Nezha’s cup before Zhenren’s and then her own.

“If this low born one may be so bold, I prefer your true appearance to the adult form you insist on holding.” The goddess said with pride.

“Why?” Nezha asked, unable to stop himself in the moment of shock at her words.

“Because it’s your true appearance.” Chi Yue answered honestly.

“But, why do you prefer it? What could anyone possibly like about this?” The Third Lotus Prince rephrased. “Its short, unproportioned to my statues and duties, and-”

“And it is the you that your mother loved.” Chi Yue said. “To borrow some wise words from times past, to change, or alter what something is, when that something is not yours, is to ruin it for the person it was intended for. For example; If I were to wish for it, I could pour myself a Darjinglee tea from this pot right now, and if I wanted, I could form a plate of cakes to go with that bend of tea. Then because that is what I wanted and only what I wanted, I could pour the same tea and bring the same cakes for you, if this is what you want, then I am straying true to you and your wants. But if you do not want it, and instead prefer a sweeter tea, like say, Rooibos tea, or something sharper on the tongue, like a blend of Mint tea, and instead of cakes, you’d want small pastries or candies, and I deny that to you. I am ruining your experience of the tea for my own enjoyment, my own wants.”

“Hm, simple wisdom, but wisdom nonetheless.” Zhenren nodded. “From whom did you hear such words?”

“A kind old granny, a very long time ago.” Chi Yue said and both men caught the hint of loss in his words before she continued. “The same logic is so for your appearance, Nezha. I like you to appear as the child you were meant to be, because you were a gift to your mother. A child whom she could love and raise without worry that you would be taken and forced into the same style of life as your elder brothers, Jinzha and Muzha. The child who your mother could raise to be a gentle and kind soul, that is the Nezha the world should know. The Lotus Prince who put down the Dragon King of the East and the child who was blessed with his mother’s love eternal for her devotion to her family and faith. Not the adult appearance the man who sired you forces you to appear as, just because he can not stand the imaginary shame of it being associated with his family name.”

“It isn’t imaginary.” Nezha said, a familiar defence to the behaviour. “I killed Ao Bing. A Dragon prince equal to myself and I spoke poorly to Ao Guang.”

“After Ao Guang caused discord amongst the human realm for three years in your father’s absence and then sent his son to attack you, in retaliation for you defending your friends from being taken as offering to him. An act that had never been stopped before because humans back then were scared of the Dragon King of the East and never questioned the many missing people snatched from the waters as they bathed or washed their clothes.” Zhenren recalled, softly putting a hand on Nezha’s smaller one. A tenderness shared only between them. “If the Dragon King of the Eastern Sea had simply left well enough alone back then, his son could well be alive today.”

“But I-”

“You reacted, Nezha.” Chi Yue said. “Ao Guang cast the first stone in making the choice to be wicked and cruel in his domain during the time Li Jing was moping about the long pregnancy his wife had been blessed with. The ripples that went out from there and came back to him with the consequences of his actions. If General Li Jing wants to blame you for the fall out of his failing to subdue Ao Guang before the trouble grew beyond his control, then it is he who brings the greatest shame upon the Li family name.”

Before Nezha could ask what she meant by those words, Zhenren spoke up. “My dear lady, your truths are pure, like the waters of your birth and you are right to speak them. But this is not the place.” he said and there was the slightest flick of his fly-brush, back towards the doorway.

And quite suddenly, Nezha realised while they had been talking, another presence had approached, but had masked themselves to remain undetected by Chi Yue and him in his still recovering state.

A very familiar presence.

How long had- Oh stars, how much had he heard?

“But Zhenren-”

“You are right, the father has forgotten old wisdoms of the mortal realm, and for that, he should be corrected.” Zhenren went on to say, and Nezha swallowed the sound that tried to escape him down with a mouthful of the tea, hoping his face didn’t show the sudden shock. “But it is not the place of you or I to remind him of this. It should be his elder sons, or if not them, his seniors and brothers in arms.”

“His elder sons do not dare, he has them trained well enough to keep their silence even if they know he is wrong. And those who should correct him above them simply ignore it or are kept from giving corrections by others.” Chi Yue sighed, suddenly showing a very young side of herself as she turned her nose up to the topic, much in the way a child turned away from a meal they disliked at the table. “I’m not afraid to tell him to his face, nor do I care what he thinks of me in turn. Men like him do not deserve sympathy nor grace when they choose to be needlessly cruel to others.”

Zhenren laughed at that and Nezha felt himself smiling at the sound. It was a fond laugh, one of a man who enjoyed the braveness and honesty of young children around him, yet still understood that there were rules to follow and lines to avoid crossing.

“Such bravery, Oh my, I dare say such boldness would startle many an old warrior if they’d heard it back then.” He said and set his now empty teacup down. “But, I fear we have kept Nezha from his meditation far too long already. What with our talk of appearances, looks and statues.” He expressed, giving Nezha the answer to the question he’d been unable to voice.

As Nezha helped his Master stand, he felt a surge of Chi, warm as the sun as just as gentle, pass into him and all at once, his aches and pains were washed away, allowing him to properly glamour himself once more as an adult, and waved away the now unneeded seating placements. “Thank you for your time, Master.” The Third Lotus Prince bid as he stepped back and bowed deeply to the old Master. “And thank you for the tea, Lady Chayi.” He bid, with another bow to Chi Yue.

The old Master chuckled fondly, and offered as low a bow as his frail body allowed. “Until next time we both meet, my student.”

“Until next time, Prince Nezha.” Chi Yue smiled, and with a flick of his fly-brush, the two were gone, and Nezha made a point of not looking to the doorway as he climbed the steps back to his post and assumed the lotus position to begin meditation.

He pretended he didn’t hear the steps that walked away from the doors a few moments later.

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I will get around to sorting out a Head Cannon Post for things that don't make it into my serises, but first I have to finish making sure I don't accidently mix up any of my other works with what will be happening in the A Very Broken World story.

Enjoy!!!!!!!

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk tea collection #lmk nezha #lmk sandy #lmk tang #lmk sun wukong #taiyi zhenren #lmk Li Jing #lmk muzha #lmk jinzha

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cherllyio · 11 months ago

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Do you think monkey king/Sun Wukong will die in season 5. Because we don’t see him the last Lego set made for monkie kid so he probably sacrificed himself to become the earth stone since he was that yellow stone all along since it does make sense and does prove that it’s were the show likes to end off his journey and to save the world. Even though wukong will be dead I’m far more worried about MK since we do see him crying in the trailer. That might mean wukong sacrificed himself or he’s suffering or could come back since nüwa could replace herself from the earth stone I could see that happening.

I’m chattering my teeth once I think about it cause I don’t want him to die in the show😭

Wukong will not die

Yes, I said it, and i will die on this hill (though i do think its a cool theory).

And yes, i know there is that whole "mentor die trope", but this wouldnt make sense, for Wukong (atleast for his characther arc, so far).

First proof: He needs to finish the arc with Macaque.

Theese two monkeys have one of the most complicated relationships, I have seen in a while, and they are just starting to realise what went wrong in the past. (when they went back through their memories)

Therefore, ending it now? It would be increbly rushed and would leave it uncompleted. (And also omg, they need to both apologise to eachother)

Second proof: He needs to finish the arc with MK

MK said in the season 4 special: "I am not ready, to not have a mentor".

So we got that-

BUT ALSO

Sun Wukong clearly knows more, than he lets on about MK's past:

And being like- one of the only people acutally having some idea, where MK is even from (and that he has some form of "biological" relation to him), it would be weird for them to end it so suddenly now.

They still have so much to clear out about how they are even connected.

Final Proof: He needs to finish his own arc

Sun Wukong is still growing.

Yes: He is thousands of years old, and has been on the JTTW, but he is still evolving as a person.

He messed up badly with the Samdadhi Fire, and he is truly trying to be better now. But he still has a lot to learn. Which I can only explain through one line:

"We cant change the past, but we can make better choices today."

That was something he taught MK in season 4, but he clearly needs to relearn it too.

After all MK did tell him the very same thing in the season 4 special, and Wukong clearly listend to it.

But we didnt see much of Wukong arc after that, we had Azure's ass to beat after all.

So, i theorise, that we will see more of that in season 5.

Aka Wukong (re)learning, that you can fuck up, again and again, but as long as you try to become better now in the present, you still deserve to live. You still deserve love.

...

Also, I just don't Wukong to die ;-;

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sketching-shark · 2 years ago

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Free my man zhu bajie. He doesn’t deserve lmk fandom maltreatment (this doesn’t include zhu da chu. I can make another post about him but this is specifically for zhu bajie from the hit classic:journey to the west.

I dont vibe w the switched up the lmk fandom has to zhu bajie bc of s4. Like oh yall hated bc “he was lazy and make mess” but one good interaction w tang and now fandom is like “tang new bf!!” The audacity to reduce him like that

Being a zhu bajie stan is rough out here. Most dont gets him right in the western fandom esp the lmk fandom.

If you’re going to argue with me about Zhu Bajie aka Zhu Wuneng aka marshal Tianpeng of the heavenly reeds’ character, you better have actual sounds reason and evidence or else im discounting your arguments. Do not make baseless assumptions and make it a whole reason why this character suck. Dont be like this.

Be better. Zhu bajie did not work hard to be renounced like this. Be a zhu bajie fan. BE LIKE ZHU BAJIE. HE KNOWS WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE OVERWORKED AND WANTING BREAKS. The journey would be too serious and short if it weren’t for everyone unapologetic for being him: zhu bajie.

Give this man his flowers.

Monkie Kid spoilers & complaining below so usual drill don't like don't read

Huh tbh anon I wasn't actually aware of the Monkie Kid fandom saying anything particularly bad about Zhu Bajie mainly because he seemed to be one of those characters that's mostly ignored on account of being A) almost entirely absent in the cartoon itself and B) all but confirmed dead asfgerrwf. Also in all honestly it actually can be pretty easy to develop a negative opinion about the og pilgrims when you're dealing with simplified portrayals of who they are and why they act the way they do; as is it takes them +1400 pages to reach enlightenment in the og classic, and a LOT of that is dedicated to exploring different sides of them and presenting their backstories, and given that Monkie Kid's episodes are like 10 minutes each and largely concerned with other characters well that's just not something it's had time or interest in showing, even with short references to Zhu Bajie working hard to become a better person. That said, I do have some memory of people writing about about Zhu Bajie being bad on account of the times he convinced Tang Sanzang that Sun Wukong was in the wrong and got the monkey a session of headband torture times which so far Monkie Kid hasn't shown but only hinted at happening, buuuuuuut then again given the extent to which Flying Bark has made the Monkey King a destructive bumbling clown even back during his journey & warlord days chances seem good that he actually was in the wrong for whatever thing he did that got him a brain squeeze even if the headband was a vicious overreaction, & given the amount of fanart out there of lego show SWK getting punched and yelled at for justified reasons I've stumbled across while not even looking I have a feeling a good chunk of the fandom implicitly agrees (X_X). But yeah, full agree anon that shit's rough out there in the western jttw-adjacent fandom for the og pilgrims :(

#anon answered #monkey critical #still kind of wild that in the lego show almost all of swk's friendships & familial bonds from the og classic were destroyed #and that very much includes the one he had with zhu bajie #world's most friendless monkey & world's most deadest pig

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krizaland · 1 year ago

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Found Once Again Chapter 4

LMK Wukong x Bao Li

Be warned: There’s still bits of the break up ahead!

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Bao Li simply shook her head and stood up.

“I’m sorry, Wukong. But the only thing you can do now is give me time.”

Bao Li was about to leave when Wukong grabbed her wrist.

“Please don’t go! Look I promise I can fix this! I can-”

“Wukong I’ve made up my mind!” Bao Li interjected.

Wukong jumped back at the sudden outburst, dropping her wrist in the process.

“Please…Just let me go…”

Was the last thing Bao Li said as she made her way out the door.

On her way out, MK noticed and quickly approached her.

“Hey! Where are you going?!”

“I’m going away, MK. I no longer wish to be with Wukong. I’m sorry that you got dragged into this. I wish you well.”

Bao Li was about to keep going but MK rushed in front of her.

“Wait! You can’t break up with Monkey King!”

“MK, please don’t try to stop me. It’s really sweet how close you are with your mentor but this is not your problem to solve. Please just-”

“No! Listen! I know he probably messed up or something but he’s changed! Like a whole lot! I can prove it too!” MK exclaimed as he held up his hands.

“MK, I appreciate it but-”

“Look, let me prove to you that Monkey King’s changed and if you still don’t want to be with him after that then I’ll leave you alone!” MK insisted.

Bao Li was about to protest but the determined look on MK’s face tugged on her heartstrings.

She just couldn’t bring herself to break the heart of such a sweet soul.

She let out a thoughtful hum.

“Very well then. I’ll humor you.”

MK’s eyes lit up.

“Wait! Really?!”

“Yes, really. Please show me your proof when ready.” Bao Li smiled.

“Alright! Then it’s off to Megalopolis! Lego!”

Before Bao Li could respond, MK grabbed her hand and rushed her off, not noticing the strange yet familiar butterfly that followed.

After a rather hectic ride from Flower Fruit Mountain, MK had brought Bao Li to Pigsy’s.

“Here we are! Pigsy’s Noodles!” MK announced as he helped Bao Li off his scooter.

“Um, I appreciate you bringing me here but I’m not hungry-”

“Don’t worry! We’re not going for food! We’re going for proof! I know just the person that can clear all this up! C’mon!”

And with that, MK led Bao Li inside.

The moment Bao Li set foot inside, her jaw dropped.

To anyone else, it looked like an ordinary noodle shop but to someone who hasn’t seen the world for hundreds of years?

It was simply magical!

Never had she seen such shiny chairs nor pictures that weren’t paintings!

Bao Li couldn’t help but wander off in awe.

Everything looked so otherworldly that Bao Li felt like she was on a whole different planet!

But out of all of the bright colors and shiny objects, it was the TV hanging in the corner, that took Bao Li’s breath away.

She couldn’t believe it!

There was real moving pictures right before her eyes!

It was almost like a portal to another world!

Bao Li let out a squeal of excitement as she tried to get a closer look.

Pigsy noticed the commotion and looked over from the kitchen.

“Uh, kid? Mind telling me what’s up with your friend over there? Shes actin’ like she’s never seen a TV before.”

“Huh?”

MK looked over and sure enough, Bao Li was utterly mesmerized by the TV.

“Oh! I guess she’s been trapped in that crystal longer than I thought.” MK chuckled as he rubbed the back of his head.

Bao Li was about to get closer when-

BUMP!

She bumped right into Tang’s seat.

“Oof! Eek! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey it’s alright. No harm done- ACK!”

Tang turned around and nearly choked on his noodles!

There standing before him was indeed, Bao Li, the long lost wife of The Monkey King.

“Oh dear! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!” Bao Li sobbed out.

MK quickly rushed over.

“Hey! It’s ok! You didn’t do anything wrong!”

“MK can you please explain to me what is going on here?!” Tang blurted out as he frantically gestured to Bao Li.

“Hey! Calm down! Mr.Tang, this is Bao Li-”

“Yes I can see that! But what’s she doing here?! And how is she even alive?!” Tang interjected as he jumped out of his seat.

“Well she was never really dead in the first place. She was apparently trapped in a crystal for hundreds of years.” MK explained sheepishly.

“Trapped in a crystal you say? I suppose that makes sense considering she was said to have crystal based magic.” Tang mused as he begun to inspect Bao Li.

“Huh. That explains why she’s been acting so confused.” Pigsy muttered under his breath.

Tang leaned in closer, causing Bao Li to instinctively lean away from him.

“Have you told Monkey King about her yet or…”

“That’s actually why I brought her here! Bao Li wants to break up with Monkey King! But I know you can convince her not to! Right?” MK explained hopefully.

“She wants to break up with Monkey King?! But why?! According to the legends, they were madly in love!” Tang spluttered as he clutched the sides of his head.

“Well you see- Wait! Legends? There are legends about me?” Bao Li gasped as she blinked in shock.

“Well of course there are! You are, or rather, were the bride of The Monkey King. It only makes sense there’d be legends about you as well!” Tang explained as he pushed up his glasses.

Bao Li’s jaw nearly hit the ground.

“I’m- I’m legendary….” Was all she could say.

“Bao Li? Are you ok?” Asked MK.

Bao Li shook away her shock.

“Oh yes! I’m more than ok! I’m absolutely thrilled-” -Bao Li turned to Tang- “-Tell me, Mr. Tang was it?”

“That’s correct.” Tang chuckled smugly.

“Tell me, are there any books written about me?!” Bao Li asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Well they’re mostly about Monkey King but yes there are a few-”

Bao Li let out an excited squeal and flapped her hands.

“Oh my goodness! Do you have them?! If so may I borrow them?! Pretty please?!”

“O-oh! Yes! Of course you can-” -Tang stuttered as he adjusted his glasses- “-I just need one little favor in return.”

“I’m not giving ya any more free noodles!” Pigsy interjected.

“No no. I don’t require noodles. Not this time anyway-” Tang turned back to Bao Li-“-All I want in return is for you to tell me why you want to break up with Monkey King. Sound good?”

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lagt-duck · 4 months ago

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Mmmm personally I think S4 macaque was so meh exactly because of the audience misinterpreting their relationship

Because when macaque tells mk that "there is NO good or bad choice because life ain't a videogame and shit can be fucked" I could only see the authors trying to tell the audience "stop saying one of them is entirely in the wrong! They both are! Wukong made bad choices but he is a nice person now! But good people can make mistakes."

I personally don't see the whole "shifting it on azure" for their souring relationship, honestly as another post put it really well

The issue of shadowpeach is not betrayal (like macaque skewed relationship says) but this one post (if I find it I'll link it here) says it right

"wukong tended to ignore macaque and macaque let him"

The issue is that their relationship was full of small missteps that slowly became bigger until they transformed into the mess of the argument under the mountain

(sorry I am devolving in chatting about shadowpeach ignoring how fans are doing but like AAHHH the brainrot is so strong)

Also side note, i think the brotherhood situation went as bad as it did

Because azure just kinda put wukong in a position to make Mac feel like he was RIGHT at putting wukong on a pedestal

While I think wukong didn't really understand the ramifications of those praises,

My man though he was making friends and didn't realize they were making him their messiah /j

Obviously then when he lost, azure I think didn't consciously dropkicked wukong

I think he gassed himself so hard about Wukong too that his mind could only go

"wukong is unbeatable, wukong has lost, wukong cannot lose, wukong choose to lose, wukong betrayed us"

I think it's so fun that the show plays a LOT about people skewed memories to the point of disproving things other characters said through a scene of the past instead of a character narrating it again!

This obviously evolved in some fans believing these skewed perceptions as truth sadly

Coming here to chat (I am lagt-duck)

Yeah it's fascinating how shadowpeach needs to be written both well to truly make shadowpeach work

If you emphasize too much on one you may risk tipping the ship towards one hand or the other

But at the same time people tend to give the "right" to either of them about their super messy issue

Which the serie doesn't help

Sorry to move it here but I was thinking you would like more organized space to answer me

Oh, no problem at all!

That's the thing, neither of them were in the right at any point in time in their relationship.

Similar to what I said on my post regarding Lionpeach, I don't agree with what Macaque said to Wukong during the argument scene- despite the set up of Wukong not listening to him. I do think as well that misinterpretations of that scene aren't just a lack of nuance;

As, I've noticed that even the writers aren't consistent with their relationship! The series really, really loves takings sides with their relationship.

I feel like the show struggled HEAVILY with trying to get you to side with Macaque at first, then doing a full 180 with season 4. Macaque's character was very butchered this season, and it felt so half-assed to just have him "think about their relationship" off screen;

"that's what I believed, what Azure would have you believe."

I mean, despite how big of a Wukong apologist i am, the show just ignores really any conflict between these too. Only giving the blame to Azure.

I personally feel as if this season- ESPECIALLY this episode would've benefitted from having Macaque feel like himself; if he wasn't mischaracterized this season, this scene would feel a little bit more earned.

But i'd like to hear your thoughts about it as well, as I unfortunately have been so stuck in the Shadowpeach rabbit hole that their relationship is all I think about- I fresh opinion would nice hah!

#lego monkie kid #shadowpeach is the one thing keeping me from losing it 💔💔💔#< honestly same

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winterpower98 · 3 years ago

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We so tornata!!! Volevo solamente dire che ne penso del fatto che wukong (poraccio) abbia avuto così tanta responsabilità da bambino (you don't have to translate this dw)

- he probably took the path of the burn out child or simply the child that grew up faster than other people,

- if we wanna add his stage fright while he was a kid, he probably got overwhelmed and cried when he had to make his first announcement in front of everyone, (making him hide in his room for a day or two)

- since his first master kind of just, didn't let him use his powers (and when he did he got kicked out for "showing off") wukong probably has no idea on how to use them,

And while he, as a kid, learned how to bottle up, he couldn't quite hide the fact that he needed to lash out, or a break with his powers (maybe breaking a wall accidentally, or causing a chaos because he finally snapped, ect.)

- maybe his generals learned how to tell that their king needed a break.

An example can be him staying silent for too long or talking Chinese way too much (aka: cussing like an anon said)

Or bouncing his leg up and down, or pacing or raising his voice accidentally.

- as a king, he likely never got to have the teaching of "no", no one ever told him no and that caused him to make the havoc in heaven, because he didn't know he wasn't doing "the right thing"! He doesn't know that, no one ever told him what's right or not!

- way too many responsibilities as a kid, announcements, work, solving people problem ect.

As much as an extrovert he is, he needs a break from social interactions, that's why i think at one point he stopped interacting at all unless people wanted him.

- this may have caused his whole "i don't need help, i am the king, i am the help" and "i need to be perfect because i am the example of so many people"

- during jttw it's when he finally fucking snapped and let his mental problems out,

- maybe as a rock he was physically strong in general, just like he was heavy and actually pretty hard (in the sense of that if you punch him, you will feel like you hit a rock, which is true)

So he had to work on also training people to defend themselves when he isn't there, another thing to add.

- likely the generals have days where his king gets to have a break and they rule for a day,

- if demons do speak Chinese, Beng, ba and macaque probably did understood his many cuss words or simply "i just wanna sleep" and many complaints in Chinese from wukong,

- if you hear things breaking from wukong room, you know he needs to be left alone, it's one of those days where he can't afford to have people around

Wukong è saltato dentro un cascata per scherzare e dall'ora ha sempre rimpianto quella scelta

He is very much a burned out child... literally too

I think he didn't have his stage fright when he was younger. I think that's something he developed because of his 500+ years of isolation

oh no, he knows how to use them, and really well too. He just wasn't allowed to show the other students what he had learned in secret and that's why he got kicked out

I'm sure his generals know about a few signs that show when their friend is stressed and needs a break. Now, managing to convince to take said break is kinda hard to do

That's actually very likely what happened! I think I discussed that with my friends, especially the "he doesn't know what's right and what's wrong" part

It might also be that he asked his generals to take part of his work. The part that didn't need him necessarily at least

He probably grew up with the mentality that he had to do everything for everyone, and that only he could do it

Yeah that did not get better with the journey

Maybe, who knows how much the fact that he came from a rock affected him

I don't know if that's a good idea because I'm pretty sure Beng would have made a mess XD

All 4 of them could easily understand Wukong

Probably not the healthiest way to deal with anger, but at the same time it's the only one they got

#jttw #journey to the west #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #general beng #general ba #marshal ma #marshal liu #flowerfruit monkeys #winter answer #winterpower98

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skellebonez · 4 years ago

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Could we have more overprotective dad Macaque from Winter Cursed au? Perhaps with 7 and 14?

You asked for Overprotective Dad Macaque, but you also get Incredibly Worried Son MK to go with that! @winterpower98 fuels my DadMac fills so much. (There are some callback references to older fills for this au but none need to be read to understand this)

Stop acting like a child!/Am I scaring you?

They sat in silence for longer than they had since returning from their little adventure. The one Macaque had started in the first place. It almost felt like they were back there again, close to the end, after the truth came out and they sat with Sun Wukong around a fire as they rested for the end to it all.

Except they weren't there again. They were on the sand covered shores of Mount Huaguo, a few small monkeys surrounding them now that the air between them had calmed.

MK had been playing with some of baby monkeys on the island while the Monkey King was off doing... well, something with the rest of the older monkeys. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, maybe he was just taking stock of their health, but the younger ones were getting bored once Wukong had finished apparently and MK arrived just in time to help by keeping them distracted since Macaque had no patience for that himself and had wandered off long ago.

And keep them distracted he did! He did such a good job that he had kept himself distracted and hadn't noticed they made it to a portion of the beach shore that had sharp rocks.

Until he ended up falling and nearly got a face full of sharp rock (and as tough as he was that still would have hurt), only to be saved by the firm grip of Macaque grabbing his jacket and yanking him back to his feet.

MK barely managed out a thank you before Macaque laid into him. He'd never seen the immortal monkey quite like... this before. And he'd seen just as many sides of this man as a set of dice. It was less like he had seen MK nearly trip and fall and more like he had saved him from being maimed by the latest demon of the week because he wasn't taking the fight seriously. He was angry, but under that anger was a clear current of worry and... fear. And he looked tired, so tired.

It wasn't until he had tried to ask him what was wrong and Macaque yelled "Stop acting like a child!" at him, scaring away the monkeys that were on his shoulders the whole time, that the immortal seemed to realize what he had been doing. His eyes widened, and he covered his face with a groan (MK noticed his hands were shaking then) and... apologized.

That wasn't anything MK expected to hear from him. And it was worrying.

Eventually MK managed to coax Macaque into sitting down on ground, the elder almost stumbling a bit in the process, before he removed his headband and let his messed up hair down. He sat in front of him, his intentions clear and picked up immediately as Macaque groomed through his hair with a half growl in his throat.

Something was... well, he didn't want to say "wrong". But that's what it felt like. This felt wrong. It didn't take a genius to tell Macaque had been acting odd the last few weeks. The immortal monkey looked tired all the time, as if he never slept... to be frank, MK was starting to believe the only times he did sleep were when he has been caught by Mei dozing off before she arrived for training with his caffeine fix.

But that wasn't the only thing.

"Am I scaring you?" MK asked after a while, kicking at the sand they rested on. "Is Mei scaring you?"

Had it been a few months back Macaque would have said no, MK was certain of that. There nothing the young man could have done that would cause him to worry at the time. He could have jumped from the tip top of any of the many volcanoes surrounding them and Macaque would have watched him do so with maniacal glee. But now...

"Do you want me to be honest?" Macaque asked, his tone closed off and hard to determine now. The only thing that gave away how he felt was fingers working through his hair more smoothly as his tail thumped against the sand beside them.

It started out small. When they first came back Macaque would generally not be too phased by the day to day life of Monkie Kid and Company, only noting and helping treat and injuries MK got during battles or training.

But then he would take a longer and closer look at MK every time they met up, then Mei after he took her under his wing for "absolutely not training". Then came the day he was treating an injury on his back and saw his scar. The one on the back of his head that was hidden under his hair (he felt Macaque pause for a second when his fingers brush against it, immediately moving to the other side of his head).

He couldn't have been sure whether or not that was when Macaque had stopped sleeping or if it was even related, but that's when he started to notice it. The bags under his eyes, the way his gaze would loose focus as he would lose himself in thought... and then much later the way he seemed to jump at things that weren't there. MK had his share of sleep deprivation in the past and if Macaque was as bad as he thought the monkey was... he was almost certainly experiencing hallucinations.

"I do," MK said firmly, wrapping his arms around his knees as he watched a pair of baby monkeys tussle in front of them. He leaned back a bit with a wince when Macaque caught a particularly bad knot in his hair. That must have come from the grip one of the baby monkeys had on him. "After everything we've been through? I'd prefer honesty." There was a flinch from Macaque behind him, judging by the thump of his tail and the way his knees hit MK's back it must have been a full body flinch. MK immediately felt bad. "Sorry... that was a bit of a low blow."

"Not unwarranted," Macaque sighed out, wrapping MK's headband around his forehead and tying it back up with more care than he treated the knot in his hair. He went silent, rubbing his eyes and looking for all the world an absolute wreck. He needed to sleep, clearly, but was fighting it off even now. "...Kid it's... complicated."

"Everything about our lives is complicated," MK replied, turning in time to see one of the monkeys he had carried to the beach jump into Macaque's lap for a grooming session of their own. He couldn't help but smile as he complied, grumpy expression set on his face as he went through the motions. "You don't have to tell me everything, not even eventually. Even I have things I don't tell anyone else."

Macaque looked up at that for only a moment, but his ears raised in indication that MK had his full attention. "I don't doubt that for a second, somehow."

"Just... is it something I did?"

"No," Macaque said quickly, shaking his head and scowling deeply. "No, Kid, I swear it's not anything you did. Or are doing. It's all on me."

"So Mei and I aren't scaring you, but you're scared for us," MK guessed, watching Macaque's face twisted in surprise and frustration. "Am I right?"

"Sometimes I forget how smart you are..." Macaque muttered, and MK clearly wasn't supposed to hear that. He pretended he didn't.

"I can promise to be more careful if you promise to try to sleep tonight," MK offered without missing a beat. "You don't have to worry about me so much if I'm more careful, but I'm worried about you too. You look..."

"Half dead, yeah, Peaches has made that very clear," Macaque said with a chuckle. But he nodded, tossing the baby monkey in his lap up to a nearby tree branch they caught with ease and watched them scurry up and up until they found one to settle down on. "I can't promise I will... but I can promise I can try."

"Trying is great."

Macaque didn't even get the change to "try" to sleep, as he moved to the base of said nearby tree and asked MK about his last few days. He didn't make it 5 minutes before dozing off, but MK didn't stop talking.

He wasn't sure if Macaque had passed out from exhaustion or if hearing the mundane actions of daily life with no demons around assured Macaque he had been alright and would be alright for a while. Overprotective Papa Monkey not needed for now. But just in case it was the later he went on and on, monkeys eventually surrounding them to listen as well.

If Macaque looked more relaxed than MK had seen him in a long while, and if he seemed to smile a bit in his sleep when MK accidentally called him "Pop" again... that was their secret for the day.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #gen fic #dad mac #cursed au #mk #qi xiaotian #six eared macaque #prompt fill

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lunar-wandering · 4 years ago

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“this house is a frickin’ nightmare”

so i. decided to write something for the ‘Sitcom’ AU, which is basically just the concept that post-canon, everyone lives in the same house.... its Fun.

Word Count: 2.7k

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"Monkey King, get down from the fridge."

"No."

This exchange is what drew MK's attention to the fact that something was happening in the kitchen.

In MK's opinion, it was far too early for something to be happening in the kitchen.

"Wukong, I swear, if you don't get down from there-"

"What- you gonna stab me? Pigsy, you know full well that method is ineffective."

"What is going on?" MK asked, entering the kitchen and, well, seeing exactly what he had expected; Wukong crouched on top of the fridge, staring down at Pigsy, who was glaring up at him.

Still though. Just because he'd expected to see it didn't explain why it was happening.

"Oh hey, kid." Wukong said, taking notice of him. "Everything's fine, you can go back to your room, breakfast will be ready soon."

"It would be done already if you hadn't burned it." Pigsy said, gesturing to the charred remains of what supposedly had been breakfast. "Seriously, can't you follow simple instructions?? Now we've gotta start all over."

"It's not my fault I'm a visual learner." Wukong said, his tail swinging back and forth.

"It was three steps-"

"What's going on?"

MK barely kept himself from startling at the new voice behind him, turning around to see a very tired looking Red Son.

"Breakfast burned." MK said, catching Red Son up on the situation. Red Son hummed in contemplation, walking into the kitchen, picking up a piece of the unrecognizable charred food, and, ignoring the other's growing horror, he ate it.

"...Tastes fine to me." He said, going so far as to grab and nibble on another piece as he turned and left, presumably heading back to his room. The remaining three watched him go in shocked silence.

"....This house is a frickin' nightmare." Wukong deadpanned. Pigsy nodded in agreement.

"Aptly put. Now get off of the fridge."

"No."

MK decided to go back to bed.

It was commonly known, within the household, that somehow, Tang and Wukong continuously managed to get out of doing their fair share of the chores. No one was quite sure how they did it, as the two of them kept coming up with new methods every day.

Today's method was..... interesting, to say the least.

Somehow, someway, they had managed to remove their names from the Chore Roulette Wheel, without leaving any trace that their names had ever even been there. Which was, in fact, rather impressive, considering that the roulette wheel was literally a giant wooden roulette wheel, built by Sandy, and there were no empty spaces were their names used to be, they were just. Gone.

To be honest, MK would've never noticed if Mei hadn't pointed it out.

Now, there was a house-wide search for the two chore-shirkers.

"Found 'em yet?" MK yelled down the stairs into the basement. A few seconds passed, then a unanimous call of "No!" came. MK sighed. If the Spider-gang couldn't find Tang and Wukong down there, then they probably weren't there. (.....Probably. Wukong did have a lot of tricks up his sleeves, and MK didn't put it pass his mentor to use them for something like this.)

That checked off the majority of the house.... which only left-

An enraged scream (courtesy of Mei) from upstairs confirmed what MK had concluded.

They were on the roof.

MK rushed to the stairs, running up them-

Only to pause as he heard a yelp, and a flash of gold fell past the window, followed by a loud thud. MK leaned on the windowsill to look outside, just in time to see Tang fall past it. Wukong, a few branches and grass in his fur from his rough landing, summoned his cloud to catch Tang, before zooming away.

As MK would later find out, in the haste to escape Mei's wrath, Tang had actually pushed Wukong off the roof. Wukong, in return, had unceremoniously dropped Tang on the ground the first chance he got.

Both of their names were back on the roulette wheel by the next morning.

....They still managed to get out of doing their chores though.

"Oh, hey Macaque." MK mumbled, tiredly rubbing his eyes, and Macaque, mid-way through stealing a snack out of the fridge, froze like a deer in the headlights.

"Uh.....hey, bud." He said, slowly closing the fridge door, glancing at MK, who was obviously very tired, then looking at the clock on the wall.

2:43 AM. Okay, he could work with this.

"What are you doing up so late?" Macaque asked, leaning casually against the fridge in an attempt to hide his nervousness. If MK had been more awake, he would've noticed and called him out on it, but as it was....

"Just woke up.... wanted to get a snack." MK said, and Macaque quickly opened a nearby cupboard.

"Here, have this." He said, putting a cookie in MK's hands, before grabbing him by the shoulders, turning him around, and gently shoving him back towards his room. "Now go back to bed."

"G'night, Macaque." MK said, nibbling on his cookie.

"Goodnight, MK." Macaque sighed, waiting until he heard MK's bedroom door click closed again before melting back into the shadows.

The next morning, MK thought he had dreamt the whole thing. After all, Macaque had vehemently denied the invitation to live in the house with everyone else, surely if he had changed his mind and started to live with them, someone would've noticed.

....Right?

"Monkey King?"

"Yeah?"

"Why do you always sleep on the roof?" Red Son asked, "I mean, you do have a room after all, why don't you use it?"

"I just like watching the stars." Wukong said, reclining on his cloud. Suddenly, Mei and MK also appeared beside Red Son, with their arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

"You told me that beds were uncomfortable." Mei said.

"And you told me that you liked the breeze." MK added. Wukong's tail bristled a little, but he still didn't look over at them.

"Well, I mean, all of those are true." Wukong said, "Figured I would just... switch my answers up from time to time, keep things entertaining you know?"

"That doesn't explain why you slept out there in the pouring rain." Mei said, "In fact, the only time we've seen you sleep inside is when we have blanket fort night."

"...The rain was nice?" Wukong said, sounding uncertain. The trio narrowed their eyes.

"Is there something wrong with your room?" Red Son asked, and Wukong flinched.

"No." He said, finally sitting up and looking at them. "Really, my room's perfectly fine, I don't know where you're getting the idea that something's wrong-"

"You're doing that nervous smile again." MK said, and Wukong slammed a hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide what the trio had already seen.

There was a moment of silence, and in that moment, each member of the traffic light trio came to a shared conclusion.

No matter the cost, they would get into Wukong's room.

Almost as though they had actually planned it, the trio took off towards the staircase, ignoring Wukong's yells for them to stop. Hurriedly, Wukong summoned two clones, then rushed after the trio.

Red on got caught on the stairs, the clone grabbing hold of the edge of his coat and dragging him down. It wouldn't be able to hold him for long of course, his fire could quickly burn the clone away, but it would still manage to slow him down.

Mei was captured in the hallway, the clone pushing off the wall to tackle her, accidentally knocking her right into Yin and Jin's room, pining her to the ground as the twins yelped in shock.

...Which just left MK.

Having trained with the Monkey King, MK found himself easily dodging Wukong's attempts to catch him. Slightly out of breath, he skidded to a stop in front of Wukong's door, turned the knob, and opened it.

"I don't really see what the problem is, the room looks fine to me-" MK said, stepping into the room.

"Kid, wait-" Wukong started to say, but it was too late.

MK tripped, tumbling into the room, dispelling the illusion Wukong had carefully crafted and placed over it.

Wukong's room was a mess, to put things lightly. There was stuff everywhere- books, clothes, antiques, food, you named it, it was probably there. It was to the point where there was no place to sleep, the bed being covered in stuff. Which, well, that explained the whole 'sleeping on the roof' thing, but still.

Wukong nervously shifted from foot to foot in the doorway. Red Son and Mei, who had succeeded in freeing themselves, as well as Yin and Jin, who had gotten curious from all the commotion, stared over Wukong's shoulders, taking in the state of the room.

MK sat there for a moment, looking at the mess (and sure, MK's room was messy too, but this-), before slowly turning around to look at his mentor, a serious expression on his face.

"Wukong." MK said, and Wukong stiffened, his nervous smile growing wider at the sound of MK saying his name instead of his title.

"...Yeah?" Wukong said, chuckling nervously as MK's look darkened.

"...I'm getting Sandy."

"Wait, no no no-"

The rest of the day was spent cleaning up Wukong's room, sorting through the piles upon piles of stuff.

Wukong, in a bout of spite, still slept on the roof anyways.

Yin and Jin stared in shock at the scene in front of them.

Everyone in the house knew that Wukong and Tang adamantly avoided doing their share of the chores. (The roof-pushing incident was still fresh in everyone's minds, after all).

So that's why seeing Wukong doing the laundry was very out of place.

"...What are you two staring at?" Wukong asked, snapping the twins out of their shocked reverie.

"It's just....weird to see you doing the laundry, that's all." Yin said, and that-

Well, surprisingly enough, that made Wukong actually pause.

"It is?" He asked, slowly setting the laundry basket down on the ground, subtly nudging it under a nearby table so that it was now out of view.

"Well, I mean, with how you and Mr. Tang utilize every method possible to avoid doing the chores, we never thought we'd actually see you doing one." Jin said.

"...I see." Wukong said, quietly. "Well, in that case. You two saw nothing."

"Wha-"

Not giving them a chance to respond, Wukong flashed a peace sign, then vanished, leaving the twins to sputter in disbelief.

(Later, Macaque returned to the laundry room to pick up the clothes he'd left behind.)

Syntax paused as he stared at the sight before him.

"...What is this?" He ased, drawing the attention of the occupants in the living room.

"A braid train!" MK replied, and honestly, that's what it was. MK sat on the floor, braiding Bai He's hair, Bai He braiding Red Son's, who was braiding Mei's hair. Mei pulled one hand out of Spider Queen's hair to give Syntax a little wave before returning to braiding the queen's hair. Spider Queen gently weaved Huntsman's hair into a braid that looked above professional level. Huntsman was twisted at an odd angle in order to put some braids in Sandy's beard. And Sandy carefully created some tiny braids in Wukong's fur."

"I....see." Syntax said, holding up his phone and taking a quick picture before any of the braid train participants could notice.

"Do you wanna join?" MK asked, "You can either braid my hair or get yours braided by Monkey King. Your choice."

Syntax took a moment to think about it.

He ended up braiding MK's hair.

There was someone in the shower.

Now, usually, this wouldn't be such a mind-boggling thing, but-

All of the house's occupants stared at the bathroom door in trepidation.

"You sure Wukong didn't just accidentally leave the shower on again?" Princess Iron Fan asked, prompting some indignant sputtering from Wukong, who was sitting on Demon Bull King's shoulder. MK shook his head in the negative.

"No, I'm sure I heard someone moving in there." He said, crossing his arms.

"Why don't you or Monkey King just use your true sight and get this whole mystery over with?" Jin asked.

"Yeah, we've already been waiting for like, 20 minutes." Yin said.

"They're in the shower." MK said, "I'm not just gonna invade their privacy like that, regardless of who they are."

The shower turned off, and everyone turned to stare at the door again, in silence. There was some rustling around, and then the door opened.

Macaque. It was Macaque. Who, upon realizing that literally the entire household was standing in front of him, froze.

And then immediately tried to turn and run.

"Oh no you don't." Wukong said, jumping off of Demon Bull King's shoulder, and outright tackling the other monkey to the ground. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I live here?" Macaque said, sitting up and shoving Wukong off of him.

"You turned down the invitation to come and live with us though...." Wukong said, slowly standing back up. ".....How long have you been here?"

"Two weeks."

"Two weeks?!" Everyone went into various states of shock.

"How could we not have noticed you?" MK asked.

"You- you did notice me though." Macaque said, "Like, we had a whole conversation in the kitchen at around 3 AM."

"You think I remember what happens at 3 am?!" MK said, holding his head in his hands, and Red Son comfortingly patted him on the back.

"What happens at 3 AM stays at 3 AM." Red Son said, sounding like he was saying some ancient wisdom despite the actual sentence being utter nonsense. Yin and Jin snapped their fingers as a look of realization appeared on their faces.

"That's why we saw Wukong doing the laundry the other day." Yin said, "It was Macaque in disguise!"

"....Yeah, I figured you'd notice if I didn't do some chores, just to clean up after myself." Macaque sighed, and Pigsy turned to glare at Wukong and Tang.

"See? Even the ex-villain does more chores than you two." He said, and Wukong and Tang purposefully looked away, whistling innocently.

"Wait." Mei said, "If you've been here for two weeks, and we haven't seen you use any of the bedrooms... then where have you been sleeping?"

As it turned out, Macaque had been spending his nights in the storage closet, curled up in the darkest corner of the room with nothing other than a blanket and a small pillow. The others, of course, deemed this as unacceptable, and pretty much near shoved him into one of the leftover bed rooms.

...Which he didn't even end up using that night, as it ended up being a night where everyone ended up falling asleep in the living room, blankets and pillows strewn about everywhere.

The next morning, Macaque wasn't there when the others woke up, and there was a brief moment of panic over the monkey's whereabouts-

And then said monkey walked back into the room, using the shadows to help him carry some trays with breakfast on it.

He paused when he registered that everyone was staring at him.

"....What?" He asked, "I woke up first, that means I had breakfast duty, right?"

"I mean.....yeah." MK said, graciously accepting his plate of food. "But, to be honest. I kinda expected you to burn it like Monkey King did."

"Hey, I did that on purpose. For Red Son." Wukong said, "Cause, y'know. He likes charred food. Apparently."

"You did not do that on purpose and we all know it." Pigsy said, "You were just as unaware of Red Son's dietary habits as the rest of us."

"...I literally just woke up and I'm kinda feeling attacked." Red Son mumbled, sitting up. "Should I feel like I'm being attacked?"

"No, you're fine, we're just calling out Wukong again." Spider Queen whispered to him, and Red Son hummed before rolling back over, clearly intending on getting a few more minutes of rest despite the argument starting to occur in the room. Macaque, for his part, remained standing frozen, with MK standing beside him, nibbling at the food on his plate.

"....Should I be concerned about this?" Macaque asked, staring at the fight taking place. MK shrugged.

"Nah." He said, "This is just the same shit as always."

#Monkie Kid #'Sitcom' AU #my writing

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simpz-art-stash · 4 years ago

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Late beginnings

Summary: Mac goes out for a drink, and happens upon some advice he takes into consideration about his skewered relationship with Wukong. Before finally taking some action to mend the long burnt bridge. (Author’s note: I barely did any beta reading for this so if it’s worded strangely that’s just how I write without the normal filter on. I’m country so HOWDY) Next Page ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The night was late, but he didn’t care, he might as well have been nocturnal with the way his whole life revolved around the whole stereotype of shadows and shit. He’d walked into a bar he’d passed through a few times before, donning his human disguise of course beforehand, and walked in without sparing anyone else a glance. Before planting his rear in one of the stools seated at the front bar, ordering a drink to get the night started. “I’m really looking forward to seeing that new Monkey King movie with the trailer they just released. You saw it too right?? The whole style of the film is on par with their most recent game- OH, you think they’re gonna make a game of it?? I bet you they wiiiill!~” Ugh, great, just what he’d come here to avoid.

Mac’s eyes glanced to the blabbermouth boasting about whatever new movie was being made about his ex, to see two girls residing a ways down near the other end of the bar a few seats away from him. Both looking to have had a fair night themselves already if any of the cups and plates hanging around their spot was anything to go by. “Probably. I hope it’s better than last game that came out on the Brick 360, the bugs in that thing were gross to deal with.” Their friend commented back. Before looking down at their phone and claiming that it was getting late and that they had to go. “Yeah I’ll see ya Monday!” The chick waved their friend off a lazy farewell after they’d paid their bill before going back to their drink, now taking less tedious sips as the mood seemed to smooth out from their conversation prior. “I see someone’s a pretty big fan of that ol’ man.” Macaque piped up from where he sat, earning the attention of the stranger he’d directed his comment towards. “The Monkey King yeah?” Sparks danced in the chick’s eyes at the recognition of the name, before the stranger perked up and beamed a smile back at him, “You betcha! I’m a total nerd for that legend.” ‘A legend, hah.’ “S’the whole reason I moved to China in the first place.” She jabbed a thumb at her chest, “All the way from America!” Mac whistled, “That’s a pretty far leap to take, even for a legend. What, you hopin’ you’ll get the chance to see em’ or somethin’?” He sneered, taking his glass and lazily swirling it in his hand. “I wish!” She laughed, “Nah I mostly just moved here for work. If anything though it’s cuz a them for where I am now. I’d never even heard of him till about five years ago!” Mac blinked, lowering his drink from his lips, “You’re joking…”

“Not at all! No one hardly knows the story back home. Only reason I found out was cuz I just started gettin’ into anything monkey-related as a hobby.” She pointed at him, “Don’t laugh either, it’s a wildly popular standpoint to have these days online.” Mac quirked a brow at that, he’d hardly touched the internet these days save for whenever he needed some quick info on something he couldn’t find elsewhere. He held his hands up, “Hey I ain’t judging…” He smirked a little to betray the look that he totally was though. It was kinda funny how ironic it was him being there right then. She squinted at him, “Anyways...Yeah, I’d seen stuff of him online, but I’d never paid much attention to it up until recently.” “What made you change your mind?” Mac boredly probed, taking a sip. She simply shrugged, “I was in a dark headspace, guy made me laugh.” He paused, “Wait, seriously??” “I mean have you HEARD half the crazy shit he’s done??” ‘Babe I’ve LIVED through half the shit he’s done.’ “Like, literally, the guy is HILARIOUS. My favorite story out of them all being one where he literally tricked THREE taoist immortals into drinking his own piss!!” She burst out laughing while Mac choked on his drink a little, not having expected to hear that of all things. Sure he’d heard a few of the shenanigan’s his peaches had gotten up to throughout his journey to the west but he’d never heard that one before. Nor had he the patience to read through all that mess of context that had been published either. “Ahhh man, it still gets me…” The chick sighed with a few leftover laughs as she wiped a tear from her eye. “What about you? What’s your favorite story?” She asked. And suddenly Mac felt like he’d been put on the spot as he stared back at her. “Come ooon, surely there’s one that’s gotten your gut rolling.” She pried. ‘Plenty, but there ain’t no way in hell I’d tell a soul.’ “Bahh...there ain’t the first one that comes to mind that I’d like. Honestly I’m not even much of a fan.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Whaaat?? Aw come on! There’s tons of cool n’ funny stories!” “Heh..can’t imagine what you find so charming about a guy who’s too good for his own friends.” Mac spitefully twacked himself mentally for spewing something so personal like that out. Ugh, and he hadn’t even finished half his drink yet… The chick sitting to his left seemed to tilt her head a little before she squinted at him. Her silence being what brought his attention from his drink to her as he blinked back with a quirked brow. “What?” “Your eyes, they’re like raging storm clouds.” She pointed out. He blinked, not really sure how to feel about that. The only one who’d ever really pointed that out to him before was… “...So?” “Nothing!...” She shrugged, turning back away towards her own drink as if no conversation at all had happened between them. Whatever...he had his fill of shit to drink to either way. The night might’ve been late but he was just getting started. “He makes me laugh though.” She pointed out, earning her a glance. “All his stories n’ stuff. If there was ever a man I’d want, it’d be one who could always make me laugh.” “Hmph, not one for strength?” He took a long sip. Ignoring the bitterness of others fawning over someone he’d come to love before he’d gotten so popular. “Strength is fine n’ all, but it can only take a relationship so far..you gotta have more pieces to put in that crockpot of a relationship if you wanna make it taste good. Stuff like patience, honesty, a little bit of everything to help it all come together to make it juuuuust right.” “Hm…” “It can’t be all just you putting the stuff in there either, it’s gotta be a contribution from both gardens. Otherwise you’ll just barren your lands and be left with nothing to spare yourself or others in your life with.” She glanced at Mac, “Relationships are tricky like that, but they should always be a 50/50 split~” She winked. That...actually sounded like pretty sound advice. Something he’d heard a little here and there before but never so simply laid out. Though it made sense from his standpoint, fairness n’ all that. But he’d been that way with Wukong before and it had never worked out, all the bickering and such, so what had gone wrong? “Can I...ask you something?” Mac inquired. “Shoot.” “What’re your thoughts on..a relationship that seemed fine, but then the other changed so much that everything about it fell apart?” “Mmm...care to sprinkle in a lil more context?” The chick eyed him. Mac’s face scrunched up a little, no idea why he was asking some random mortal for relationship advice of all things. “Hey man. We’re both probably never gonna meet again after tonight, so if you’ve got skeletons in your closet, your best place to let em’ out is here. Bartenders are known for being the most well kept secret keepers in all the world after all~” She winked at the bartender in question who simply looked the other way with a look that might’ve suggested such a fact as truth. “Hm…” Ah screw it, “Alright alright…” He sighed and put his drink down, “There’s..someone. We used to be real close, we were strong together but then uh..shit got real and he had to go deal with it. But when he came back he uh, wasn’t the same as before, an I might’ve sorta assumed he was cheating on me so…so we kinda fell out.” The chick nodded, “Ahh..the classic misunderstanding of change and cheating, a tale as old as time.” She seemed to hum a moment before she turned from where she was seated, if not to hop down off her stool and plop down on the one right up next to him. “Uh-” “Shhh, lemme see those eyes.” She squinted, leaning in and staring deep into his. It’d would’ve been really unnerving if she hadn’t said anything about them before, now he was a lil put off that he might’ve been asking a witch of all things for advice… “Right. Well, at least you feel bad about it. So there’s that.” He blinked and his brows furrowed, “Wh- of course I feel bad about it, it was his fault-” He suddenly had a finger pressed to his lips. “Nope! Nooononono, you do not get to throw all the blame elsewhere like that sweetheart. There ain’t no way in hell you’re gettin’ a second chance with them if you keep that up.” She pulled her hands back. His face scrunched up and he found himself crossing his arms, if he had his tail out it would’ve been irritably swaying behind him right then at just how annoyed he was getting at this weird lady and her words. “Oh yeah? An what do you think’s best then huh?” “I dunno if you’d be up for that kinda challenge…” She idly fiddled with an imaginative piece of lint off her sleeve, which only seemed to irritate Mac further at the thought of him not being able to handle Wukong of all people. Like sure he’d gotten his ass handed to him before but he could still hold his own! “Try me.” The chick glanced back at him with a smirk, which caught him off guard for a second before he shot her a glare back. “Alright, but it’s definitely not gonna be as quick or easygoing of a recovery as you might hope it’ll be. Nor is there even a chance of you recovering it in the first place. But, you at least got that spark enough to try so who am I to deny?” ‘Hmpt, dam right I got a spark.’

“First of all, no more blaming, if you’re gonna tackle this properly, you gotta do yourselves a favor an quit it with the blame placing. Sure it’s easy, but it ain’t gonna get you nowhere but back to square one. It’s all in the past, the now is now. So push forward to fix it and put it behind you two so you can focus on the more important things.” “Easier said than done…” “Hey man, even if they don’t follow the same ruleset at first you could always work things out to make it one later on. I’m just tellin’ ya right now so you won’t just go diggin’ yourself a deeper hole.” Honestly at this point he was pretty much six feet down under, death to him would’ve been a mercy right then. “Fine…” He rolled his eyes. “Next up, apologizing…” -----------~----------- “I thought I told you to stay off my island.” Mac didn’t really glance back from where he stood high up on one of the breathtaking ledges that which Flower Fruit Mountain bolstered. His arms crossed, eyes sternly held against the leftover warmth of the late afternoon sun as it shifted the skies hues from blue to blood red. Hopefully that would be the only tinge of red the Mountain would see after today. “I know.” “What, no witty remark? Give me one good reason-” “I just wanted to talk.” Mac stated plainly. “Why the hell should I give you the chance?” “...” Mac wasn’t sure if he could come up with a good enough reason after the shitshow he’d caused him the last few centuries, most recent being his spat with him between MK. “I’m sorry.” That seemed to catch the king off guard, as he paused in his vicious glare to stare at the other. “Excuse me??” “I’m.Sorry.” Mac turned finally to Wukong, that look of fiery malice having softened immensely upon meeting their eyes. “I was wrong for what I did and I’m sorry.” Wukong’s face looked like it had had a stroke with how frozen in place it was, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Hurting everyone around you just to get back at you, I was wrong for doing that. And I just wanted to apologize.” Mac’s face twisted a little, the words coming out a little rougher than he’d liked, but he’d managed to get three steps in so far… “If you think a few sorry’s are gonna be enough to make up for all that crap then you gotta nother’ thing comin Mac.” Wukong finally shook off the surprise and crossed his arms with a steely gaze. “Nah I know they ain’t worth shit with as long as it's been...which it’s been..a really, really long time come to think of it..nearly 3000 years…” Fucking yikes. “What’s your point?...” Wukong raised a brow at him. “My point is...my point..” What was his point? To make amends and hope they’d get back together? To go back to the way things were? That couldn’t be done with the way things were now. Wukong had a successor, a moral compass, a lotta shit that Mac didn’t. A lotta shit that he wanted but never could figure out how to get his own. His face scrunched up a little and he sighed, “I..just wanted to make things right.” “Oh-hoh? After so long you finally decided to admit you were at fault? Sorry Mac, but it’s waaaay too late for that.” Wukong huffed, “Honestly, this is probably just another one of your stupid tricks if anything. The old Macaque would never throw himself down like that.” “Well maybe I’ve changed!” Mac exclaimed suddenly, his temper flaring a bit as his eyes flashed lightning. “3000 years later? As if…” Wukong rolled his eyes and turned away, “You’ve still got that same look in your eyes you always do whenever we fight. Do me a favor and just keep away from the hot springs this time yeah? The last time you were here you sent a whole dam boulder over there and smashed half the pools.” He waved his hand dismissively. “And I happen to take my once a month bath’s very seriously.” Mac’s nostrils flared a little at just how flamboyant Wukong was acting towards him and his attempt to make amends. How he just saw his attempt as a joke and nothing more, it pissed him off. Wukong had changed and everyone had accepted him, well not everyone, but still, why couldn’t the same be for him? Had he really fooled himself into believing that there was a chance he and Wukong could be together again? His shoulders slumped a little. Of course, who was he kidding. A 3000 year old pit of grudges wasn’t about to just up and disappear at the wave of a white flag. This was Wukong, the same guy who still playfully pestered the gods and demons around him for past conflicts that had happened between them. -----------~----------- “But you can’t just go, ‘ooo I’m so sorry for what I did.’ Nah, you gotta follow the five steps.” The chick claimed. “Yeesh, this a learning course now?” Mac tilted his head to the side. “It is if you wanna make things right.” She claimed matter a factly. “The five steps have never failed me before and have worked wonders for any an all my relationships. Might not quite have the same range of effect you’re going for but it’ll at least be a good start.” “Heh, you got the guts to back up that case?” Mac sneered. “I will if you don’t manage to screw it up.” The chick pointed out. “The five steps go as follows.” - express sorrow (I’m sorry) - own guilt (I was wrong) - name specific wrongs (I did X) - name impact (I hurt you) “And finally...” -----------~----------- “What can I do to prove myself to you?” Macaque asked finally. “What can I do to at least make it to where we can..not fight anymore..and just talk?...” Wukong stood there for a long moment, his features unreadable as their silence was muffled by the wind bellowing between them both from being so high up. “You really are serious about this aren’t you?...” Wukong’s head shifted ever so slightly, but not enough to where Mac could get a reading on his emotions. “I’m tired of fighting and waiting and thinking that if enough time passes things’ll go back to the way they were...when they never will. Trying to hurt you isn’t gonna make the old you come back, no matter how many times you beat me down...It’ll never be the same.” Mac admitted finally. A quiet gust settled down between them, before Wukong seemed to let out a dry chuckle and shook his head. “Can’t believe it took me 3000 years to beat the sense into you.” He turned and looked back at the other, where he no longer held a look of seething hate, but more akin to that of the same tired look just as the one Mac wore. Mac felt a sliver of guilt wriggle its way into one of the cracks of his heart and he glanced away, pulling a hand back and scratching his head. “Yeah well...your kid hit me pretty hard last time, enough to knock it in place.” A small smile crept a little onto his face. “Hm~ He’s gettin’ pretty good at hittin’ stuff with that old stick.” Wukong’s eyes glinted a little at the appeal of how proud he was for MK having taken Mac out the way he did. A little over the top and flashy, just like him.” “He’s got a pretty strong master to thank for that…” Mac found himself yearning a little for that same glint to be reflected on his memory the same way as MK’s. Not that he couldn’t see himself holding the same appeal for MK the way Wukong did, kid was strong, just a lil desperate in some of the cracks that shaped his outline. Something Macaque found that was easy enough to take advantage of, and something Wukong held a blind eye to. “Hm.” Wukong’s reply pushed him out of those thoughts for the moment as they shared a brief look between one another. A glimmer of reconsideration flashing between the two before Wukong finally turned his head away to drink in the sunset before them. “One chance.” Mac felt his heart nearly stop at that answer. “I’ll give you one chance, but if you screw this up, don’t even think about showing your face to me again.” Wukong replied, “I mean it this time…” Mac swallowed a little and nodded. Anything, he’d be willing to do anything to gain back what little trust he could from Wukong. “Good...you can start making up for it by apologizing to MK.” Mac blinked and sputtered a little as Wukong turned away and began to make his way back down the mountain. A smile playing on his lips while Macaque groaned to the heavens about his next trial.

#shadowpeaches #LMK #lego monkie kid #my fics #Sun Wukong #Macaque #AND MEEEEE #BECAUSE I SAID SO #>:3c

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fansids · 2 years ago

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I am confused. I thought the whole point of season 4 was showing that people mess up and need to deal with their past mistakes head on instead of running from them because that makes it worse but also that there's always more than one side to every story and messing up in the past is not always your fault even if you tell yourself it is? I genuinely do not understand why so many people think this season is trying to make wukong look worse when to me it's trying to make it clear he isn't perfect but a lot of the people against him did not listen to him or get his side of the story. Same with MK and the ink demon to me it was clear it was taking things MK blames himself for that are not his fault and saying they are his fault because that's how MK feels and not what the truth actually is because it is intentionally twisting what happened to get into his head. The show isn't done yet shouldn't we be patient and wait for whatever it coming next because for all we know the special or season 5 will be about exactly what you want?

Yes and no.

The issue with Mk and his ink self is that MK blames himself for all the things that went wrong, and while we the audience know it's not entirely his fault, the show doesn't seem to. The message being told to him repeatedly is "You'll make mistakes, some of them apparently almost world-ending, but you need to move on and try to be a hero" not "you shouldn't guilt yourself for situations that were outside of your control, especially when you tried your hardest to prevent these things from happening" or "Don't blame yourself, you can't stop every bad thing from happening".

The show framed it as yes Mk made these mistakes that almost destroyed the world, but since he's trying to help the world he shouldn't let the guilt of that stop him from being a hero.

He didn't release DBK, Red Son did.

He didn't give DBK his staff, he nearly died trying to protect it

He didn't give Spider Queen his hair, I literally don't know how he was supposed to have the foresight for that kind of situation

And he didn't use the key to release LBD, that was Red Son and PIF.

Regardless, this is an issue that has only now come up in season 4, and the show generally treats Mk's character pretty fairly so while it's mildly annoying to see, it doesn't bother me too too much.

I never said the show is trying to make SWK look bad, I'm saying they tried to make him flawed, went too far in that direction and ended up making him look careless, if not downright idiotic at times. Which ends up making him look worse every season. It all feels like a misinterpretation of his character from jttw (in which he's given a good amount of both flaws and good characteristics even from the beginning of the journey when he's at his worst. And mind you this show takes place after all his character development has happened.).

And to put it bluntly, s5 isn't out, what we have is s1-4 and this has been an issue from s2-4, I'm perfectly justified in expressing my frustration at this point. If s5 manages to uplift SWK's character in a satisfying way, then that would be nice, but it's not that way right now.

#anon ask #lmk s4 spoilers #monkie kid spoilers #lmk #monkie kid

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qingyingpocketlirary · 3 months ago

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Tea Collection 1; The Demon Bull King Assam (A strong type of black tea)

He could, if he were still so foolish and young, hold onto the anger and the rage such thoughts brought him. Hold on to the apparent betrayal that had driven him to attack the humans so long ago and brought this whole mess about in the first place. He could, if he were still blind to the truth of it all, blame it all upon Sun Wukong, The Monkey King, as his wife still did so easily in her fits of anger.

But he was no longer young and foolish, no longer seeking a vengeance he had wrongly pinned upon his once sworn brother. He was still angry, and likely would hold this anger for many more years, but now that he had been able to take time to properly think, to consider and question, to step back from it all in the quiet and calm. He’d found that in his youth, in his pain of apparent betrayal and anger, he had made many mistakes and his anger had been misplaced for so long that it felt wrong to be any other way.

Time to think was not the only thing that had allowed him this revelation. There had been a chain of events that had brought him here. First was because the Little- No. No, that was not the boy’s name, nor his respectful title. And none of this, nor anything else of late, was the boy’s fault. He would not be blind to the truths again. Taking a deep breath he began that train of thought again.

The first event was the Monkie Kid, Success to the Monkey King, after defeating Azure Lion and the aftermath of that battle, had come to visit his son with the Dragon Girl to explain everything in detail at his son’s request so that he coil better prepare their defences against such an attack ever happening again.

It was during that visit The Demon Bull King had witnessed the three of them together, sitting on his son’s bedroom floor, looking over pages and rolls of paper with complex images and drawings he couldn’t yet hope to understand while talking about ways to improve and prepare the current defences. He had realised, watching the three of them, that his son had so very few close friends, even fewer still who would so openly banter and tease him as these two did. They were quick to poke at his ego and pride, and in turn they laughed when he lashed out or threatened them with harm, even taking it as a challenge. And despite all of his son’s verbal displeasure, the Demon Bull King could see it in how his son allowed them close, how he listened and considered their ideas, how he suggested and offered advice as well. How he let them both lean on him and how they allowed him to lean on them.

It stung, deep in his heart, for such a scene and many others like it had once played out with very different people so long ago. It hurt to see it, but at the same time, he could not begrudge his son seeking comfort in those who brought him a sense of comradery. Not when he had been absent for so long, not when he had missed so much, lost so much time that should have been spent with his son and wife. All because he had let himself be blinded to truths that, had he just taken a moment to think and understand, made sense.

But he had been young then, young and foolish, and in his blinded state he had made choices and said things with the intent to hurt and harm. He had poisoned his wife and son against someone who had only ever wanted to help them…

He shook his head, cutting off that train of thoughts again, knowing it would only further hurt him. Instead focused on the second event that had brought him to this point.

Not long after the Monkie Kid and Dragon Girl had left, The Third Lotus Prince had stopped by, not to speak to his wife as he had thought, but to his son, offering him a few words and a small scroll his son had taken with a relieved smile. Before leaving, the Third Lotus Prince had offered him a heavy package on behalf of Yellow Tusk the Wise, stating that it contained documents that Yellow Tusk had insisted he must see, as well as a letter and the hollow glass ball that now seemed to weigh so much more than it should from Chang’e.

He sighed heavily and shifted in his chair, looking at the garden again. He needed a moment before he allowed himself to recount the rest to himself.

This was one of his son’s longest and oldest projects. A place where they as a family could come and just be. A tiny safe haven from the rest of the world that no one else could find, and a place where they could just be a family. His son must have spent hours here, pruning the beautiful flowers he had planted and tending the soil well so that everything grew well. Everything here, inside and out, was tailored to his parent’s needs first and then his own, the doors were tall and wide to accommodate him, the outdoors were free of obstacles that would obstruct the wind for his mother, their crest was above the door and arch ways, and their colours were prevalent in all but their son’s personal rooms and spaces, where the reds, golds were more present where purples were more highlights and trimming colours.

One might question why he was here, alone in this comfortable sitting room space in the early hours of the morning, watching the garden when he could be laid in the warmth of the bed with his wife, sleeping and enjoying the time to just be her husband. The answer was both the third and fourth events.

The glass ball he’d held in his hand, no bigger than his son had once been in the palm of his hand as a babe, was a memory orb. A unique item used by Chang’e to allow her to keep track of all her recipes and other important thoughts stored for later.

The letter from Chang’e had explained that the orb she’d sent was once used upon the Monkey King after the King had been named the Victorious Fighting Buddha. The Monkey King, and the other Pilgrims had allowed the moon goddess to use the orbs on them, so that she could review their memories of their travels and eventually had worked them into the now famous Journey to the West book. What Chang’e had never told anyone, was that the orb used on the Monkey King had not just taken memories from the journey, it had taken memories from further back as well. The letter detailed how Chang’e had never known just how cruel Heaven had been to the Monkey King until she’d witnessed it through the Monkey’s eyes thanks to the orb, nor had she ever dared speak of it to anyone. Only ever took care to write and send care packages to the Monkey King, giving him a person to talk to, should he wish it.

The Demon Bull King had, in a moment of pride, chosen not to heed the warning Chang’e had given in her letter for him to take time and prepare for what was to see within the orb.

He should have heeded that warning, for in his pride, he had forgotten that once one started viewing the contents of a Memory Orb, it was near impossible to stop until the memories were done playing. He had been given a front row seat into what had been done to the Monkey King in those early days and an inside look at how the one who had shouldered the blame for so many wrongs thought of those he called brothers…

He’d seen it all. The day Wukong went into the Ocean to seek a weapon worthy of his power, the exchange of words and actions that led to Wukong’s first trip into Heaven, the argument that led to his leaving, the trick of the gods to bring him back and their rudeness and cruelty towards him that led to the first battle against Heaven. The Brotherhood, their plan to take over, their capture and Wukong’s sacrifice to buy the Brotherhood time to escape when rescue did come.

The torture Heaven forced upon Wukong as a result, trying to force him to tell them where his brothers had gone and how Wukong had aid nothing of them. Not when they’d boasted about the burning of his mountain home, the slaughter of his people… Not even when they’d broken his bones over and over again, not when they’d locked him inside the furnace that had turned his fur brittle and sharp. The day of his escape and the way the Buddha had stepped in trapped Wukong with clever words and sly hands.

Still Wukong did not speak of them or their locations, not a word about their plans, their allies, nothing… Wukong had never once doubted that they would be fine without him… He’d taken every hit, every strike and every lash, confident that it was better to be him who suffered, him who was beaten and bloodied and broken, rather than any of his brothers…

And the fourth event… The contents of the documents Yellow Tusk had found and sent to him.

A plot of Heaven to try and seal away his still young son and wife, for fear that they would grow too powerful and threaten Heaven after he had been sealed away beneath the mountain. A plot that the Monkey King had stopped from happening by promising to all who dared try such an act upon his nephew, be they from the above, below or between would suffer a fate far worse than anything the Monkey King had done before, going so far as to make said threat in his War form in front of all the Gods, Immortals and the Buddhas.

The Jade Emperor and the Buddha himself had, according to the papers Yellow Tusk had found, together personally overseen the dissolution of this plot and since that time, the Immortals of Heaven, the Buddhas and Sun Wukong had been in a very tense, and very long cease fire. They would not cause trouble for those close to his sealed and lost brotherhood and in return he would not bother them.

So it had been, for so very long, until that fateful day when he had been freed.

The Demon Bull King sighed heavily and rubbed his face with his hands. It was a lot of information to take in… too much to take in without help, but who could he seek out to speak of this with? His wife would not hear it, not yet and he refused to try and force the matter on her.

The Third Lotus Prince? No, it was clear even at a distance that he and the Monkey did not get along. This would not be an appropriate conversation to have…

Yellow Tusk? No. The Demon Bull King was still very angry with the elephant, he would not risk an argument.

Then who…?

Suddenly he recalled, a long time ago when things had been good, a minor goddess of southern regions had passed Flower Fruit Mountain, traveling in pilgrimage as part of a discipleship. She was only a few decades old at the time, and still new to the world beyond her home, but was a kind soul who found awe and wonder in nearly everything.

Wukong had offered the goddess a place to stay for a few days, knowing that the travel to his mountain home was long and tiring. The Demon Bull King had made sure she had supplies to last her the coming weeks of travel and Macaque had offered to send one of his shadows with her to make sure she was not bothered by any unsavory folk. In return for their kindness the goddess had gifted each of them a unique teapot and cup. She’d told them that should they ever seek a conversation over a good cup of fresh tea, they needed only to set the tea pot onto a tea mat with the lid removed and wait.

He had seen that teapot and cup here, well cared for and clean as the day he had been given it so long ago. His son had found the cup in his early years and after being told the story of it, had decided that the tea set should be given a proper place in the kitchen. And so, with his mother’s help, had made the teapot its own special tea mat, a simple thing, deep purple in colour decorated with flame red and gold borders and tassels with banana leafs at each corner.

Minor gods and goddesses such as she had been were often easily killed off or driven out of their places to the point they died from lack of care… But the teapot had maintained its beautiful shine and the faintest traces of power, and his son had admitted to speaking to the goddess himself when it had been mentioned before. Right now, the Demon Bull King was willing to try, just to have someone to help him with his current problem.

So he went quietly into the kitchen, taking a moment to quickly leave a note on the counter so that his wife and son would not worry should he miss breakfast, and with careful hands, retrieved the set and mat from their place and brought them with him as he walked the garden. He found a place in the morning’s soft light, a small open space where one could sit and enjoy the view of a distant waterfall on a neighbouring mountain beneath the shade and comfort of a large plum tree.

Taking a breath to steady himself, the Demon Bull King settled down on the soft grass, and took a moment to sweep away the morning dew with his hand before neatly laying out the tea mat and setting the teapot on it with the cup. He sat the pot’s lid aside and waited.

It took a moment, but the Demon Bull King felt the smallest shift in the air, a power all gods and demons shared in but was unique to each and every one of them, a give away to their arrival and presence that could be so easily missed if one was not paying attention.

“It has been a long time, Demon Bull King.” The goddess said, her voice just as soft and quiet as it had been all those years ago, as she stepped into view, dressed in simple but still beautiful attire, and her hair in a simple high ponytail, decorated with a thin silk ribbon that was woven into the tail.

She had nothing grand or regal about her, unlike other minor goddesses she had forsaken the idea of grandeur and had instead focused upon her own small power and lived as she pleased. A life that, judging by her still healthy and youthful appearance as she offered him a respectful bow, was going very well.

“A very long time, Chi Yue.” The bull demon agreed, noting the teapot had filled with hot water, a brick of tea had appeared in his cup and the second that had appeared with her as she settled across from him, as if this was a planned meeting. “I am sorry to call upon you so suddenly, and at such an early hour.” he greeted, returning her bow though he remained knelt.

“Nonsense.” Chi Yue waved him off softly, pouring the hot water into his cup then her own. “I told you and all who have my tea sets how to call upon me with the knowledge that time is very different for all of us. Though I must admit, you seem deeply troubled by something, old friend.”

“I am.” He confessed, accepting the tea from her and taking a moment to sip from it. “Assam?” He asked after savouring the flavour.

“Your son often prefers this blend when we speak at such hours. A rich flavour to help ground the senses and give some energy for the coming day, even if the topic of discussion is heavy on the soul and draining to the heart.” She said an understanding smile upon her lips. “Tell me what troubles you so, old friend, and I shall try and help soothe those troubles while we drink.”

Taking a breath, The Demon Bull King began his story.

Chi Yue listened, taking the time to think and consider before offering small words of comfort, of assurance and understanding, gently pressing when the words became hard and softly coaxing the Demon Bull King to drink when he needed a moment to recollect himself. She refilled their cups as often as was needed, and by the time he was finished talking he felt tired, but also lighter than he had for a very, very long time.

“It is indeed a terrible realization you have come to, old friend, especially when one considers the history between you and the Monkey King. I can understand why you felt the need to speak of it.” Chi Yue said after taking time to consider all that had been shared. “But having spoken of it now, what will you do going forward, old friend?”

“I do not know.” He admitted, “I have spent so long angry at him, feeling like he turned his back on us so long ago and now I know the truths… I feel I have said and done too much to ever earn the chance to speak to him again.”

“Have you considered that he may also feel the same about you?” She questioned, taking a sip of her own tea. “Sealing you away, trapping you as he had been for so long, taking you from your son and wife- surely such things have weighed upon him heavily too. And yet, he did not stop his Successor freeing you, nor did he hinder the boy when he helped rid you of the Lady Bone Demon’s hold upon your body.”

“You speak the truth, but still… I feel conflicted.” the Demon Bull King admitted, setting his teacup down softly. “The boy… he has invited my son and us to a beach day in the coming weeks, when things have calmed more and everyone is freed from the Memory Scroll. The Monkey King will be there.”

“And you feel the tensions between you would be too great to allow even one day of calmness between you?” Chi Yue guessed, looking towards the horizon. “It is understandable. But at the same time, I feel I must remind you that for all your pride, you were the one who drove him to seal you in the first place.”

That stung. That stung a lot, but before he could speak to it, she looked at him with a sharpness not unlike the glance his wife used upon him often when he was about to say something he ought know better than to voice aloud.

“It is your own words that tell me this, old friend. You, The Demon Bull King, threatened the mortal village in your anger, and killed many innocents. When Wukong came to you, the first thing he did was try to reason with you, to speak to the clear headed and calm brother he knew you once were in hopes that you would see reason. And in your youthful anger and enraged state, you did not heed him, you challenged him, pushed him to the point he had no choice. In an act of mercy, he sealed you, rather than killing you, and then, while you were sealed, he laid down protection upon your son and wife, even though he no doubt knew they hated him for his actions against you. If she were to ever find out that he threatened all of Heaven again for your son’s sake, what would your wife think of her past actions and words towards him? Your son, the boy who had once considered discipleship under Guanyin herself because of his closeness to dear Nezha and the stories of Sun Wukong’s journey to his Buddhahood, what would he think of it all?” The little goddess asked, though he had no doubt she already knew the answers.

It would hurt his wife if she knew. For all that she had forsaken to be with him, she had never thought that Heaven would try and take away her child from her, not when she had made very clear she had no ill towards her former home and family unless they made the mistake of crossing her first. If she were to learn of this plot and the actions Sun Wukong had taken to end it before it could even come to pass, she would question everything she had ever believed about her former family and home and he had no doubt something within her would break.

And his son…

His son would want answers, and knowing how close his son and the Monkie Kid were, he’d seek them from the source himself. Even if it meant he had to chase the Monkey King across all of his mountain home for them, he’d do it, because he needed to understand why, after everything that had happened, the Monkey King, the one who had sealed away his father and ruined their family for centuries would then turn around and threatened Heaven and Buddha for them.

“I have to tell them myself.” He realised. “We all must see things from his eyes and reevaluate our standing.”

“Indeed.” Chi Yue said, filling his cup for the last time. “But you needn’t worry, old friend. A good cup of tea always helps with such important discussions.” She smiled. “Until next time.”

“You are leaving?” He asked.

“The Teapot only holds so much I’m afraid. But don’t worry, let it rest for a day, and should you need me again, you know what to do.” She assured, standing and offering him a respectful bow, before turning on her heel and walking away, gradually fading away with each step until she was gone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Just a little thing that came to me when I was working on another Snapshot a few days ago, so I did both the snap shot and then this, I will post more as they come and when they are finished. Until then, please enjoy!

#Lego Monkie Kid #LMK #lmk demon bull king #lmk demon bull family #lmk sun wukong #lmk oc #lmk nezha #LMK short snip #LMK Tea Collection

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strange-lace · 4 years ago

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Bad Monkey

HAVE MORE CONTENT FOR INVERTED AU!

But content warning for self-harm and descriptions for a mental breakdown, just to be safe.

If you asked MK what started this whole mess, he wouldn’t be sure what to tell you.

It had been a quiet day at Pigsy’s shop when MK had dragged Wukong off his mountain so that he could have some interaction with people that weren’t his monkeys. The thick flora covered the windows so that you could only see the front counter and prevented anybody on the street from just randomly seeing the Monkey King was there, just as they all preferred. Tang had a day off, something that MK swore only happened once in a blue moon, Mei decided to take her work to the shop that day for some tea and noodles, and Sandy had waltzed in earlier with Mo on his shoulder, grumbling something about community service.

Pigsy had wordlessly handed him a watering can and directed him to the plants which needed some refreshing.

It had been nearly perfect to MK, seeing his family all together and having a rare moment of peace that didn’t involve demons or mystic monkey business. He been gathering empty bowls from everyone having lunch and Wukong had wanted to help, still feel awkward around people that weren’t MK.

Then Wukong had accidentally knocked a bowl off the counter with his tail.

Everyone jumped at the sudden sound of ceramic shattering, Mei nearly spilling tea on herself while Sandy fumbled with the watering can. MK chuckled a bit at how jumpy his family was before freezing at the sight of Wukong.

His eyes were wide in horror. He was shaking.

“Wukong, you okay, bud?”

“Bad monkey.”

It was spoken so quietly, in a breathless whisper, yet it was enough to make all kinds of alarm bells go off in MK’s head. To the point he didn’t notice Pigsy and Sandy both go pale behind him, them both wanting nothing more than to scream in defiance of that name. Yet they were forced into silence, the sensation of invisible fingers clamping down on their very vocal cords torturing them as they watched their brother unravel in front of them.

“What was that Wukong?” As he spoke, MK cautiously approached the Monkey King, flipping the shop sign to say they were closed while he was at it. Last thing he wanted was some random customer walking in and seeing all of this.

“Bad monkey!” This time it was screamed as Wukong fell to his knees, gold eyes unfocused in a haze of panic.

“Mr. Sun, it’s okay! It’s just a bowl, I can replace it!” Pigsy said in a hurried attempt of reassurance yet it appeared that the monkey didn’t even hear him, hands gripping his circlet like a lifeline.

Oh, how MK had come to hate that thing since the moment they met.

He wasn’t an idiot after all, he was practically raised on those stories in an attempt to stave off loneliness.

And he knew what that damned circlet was capable of doing.

“Bad monkey!”

MK felt his heart stop as Wukong started to hit the circlet, his ears catching the sound of it tightening.

“Bad monkey!”

Wukong’s eyes began to water in pain yet he didn’t cease pounding at the circlet. As his voice became hoarse from shouting, the pitch of his voice only getting higher and more panicked. As his shoulders became to shudder in barely held back sobs.

MK didn’t even think as he ran over and immediately grabbed Wukong’s wrists, keeping his grip firm but not tight.

Wukong went completely still, nearly a statue as his eyes finally came back to focus to see MK, tear lining his dark eyes. He was now all too aware of everyone’s stares on him, non-judgmental yet they felt suffocating. The Monkey King curled in on himself once he noticed Pigsy and Sandy trying to approach, wanting nothing to but hide away.

Giving the two a look which said, ‘I got this, let me handle it,’ MK picked up Wukong and carried him out of the shop and up the stairs to his home. He did his best not to think about how small the Monkey King looked on his bed, still shivering and eyes now red from crying. MK pulled out a water bottled from his seemingly bottomless backpack and silently handed it to Wukong, refusing to entertain the idea of his mentor getting dehydrated.

Things were silent after that, Wukong quickly going through the water bottle while MK sat down next to him on the bed.

“What happened Wukong?” MK asked once he was finished, voice completely level which was just strange to the Monkey King. For all he’s known the young man, he never seemed to be capable at speaking at a volume below shouting. Until now that is. “Why did you…”

“Because I deserve it. I made a mistake and I have to be punished for it. That’s how it’s always been, my boy,” Wukong answered, gazing into the distance without looking at anything. MK merely took another deep breath at that, it taking all of his willpower to start shouting at how idiotic that sounded to him. Instead, he silently pulled the Monkey King into a crushing hug while wishing whoever instilled that belief into his mentor a lifetime of pain and misfortune.

“Shut up. Just… shut. Up. You don’t deserve to be hurt because you made a mistake. Like Pigsy said, he can easily replace the bowl and it was an accident. You’re okay, Wukong,” MK said, voice soft yet tense. “Whoever said you deserve it, they’re wrong. So goddamn wrong and they can go fuck themselves for thinking that.”

Wukong couldn’t help but huff out a laugh at that, returning the hug.

The words were by no means a magical cure.

But it was a start.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #inverted au #sun wukong #mk #pigsy #sandy #tang #mei #my writing #fanfiction

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the-night-writer1 · 4 years ago

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Maybe a what if that MK was the one that born premature?

Ah was the role swap au of the son of the monkeys. XD it also Macaque's turn yo)

The six eared monkey king looked himself over. Thanking the gods he had white fur, it made it slightly easier for him to see himself in the dark. His right leg was cut pretty bad but other than that for the most part he seemed fine. He took a deep breath to calm himself and listen.

Not only to try and find an exit but also to the little one's heartbeat. He could only imagine how scared they must have gotten from that whole mess. That was the last time he let Red son get him off the ship.

He was slightly concerned about the baby's heartbeat as it was rather fast. The monkey gently paced his hand on his bump and softly said,"it's alright little sun you're alright, we're going to be alright-"

A strong pain then hit Macaque, oh no, that wasn't good. Not now, they weren't ready and neither was he! He couldn't even walk to the exit.Fuck!

Maybe he could limp? Dammit he had to try to get to the exit. He groaned as he pushed himself up and leaned on the cave wall for balance.

"you're going to be just like your daddy I can already- ack- hm consider it a compliment." Macaque mumbled as he limped forward. It was hard to figure out how much pain was his leg and how was contractions. He continued to limp towards the exit.

He was so close, so close to the exit when he couldn't limp anymore and crashed to the ground. Thankfully not on his stomach because of a quick spin. Yes the rock hurt his back by baby was at least safe from a broken neck. He huffed as he closed his eyes for a moment. He was so close to the exit it was 5 maybe ten minutes away but he just couldn't move anymore.

"Plum!" A voice screamed out desperately behind him, it was Wukong. Thank the gods it was Wukong! Macaque ignore the wetness as he tried to push himself up.

"I'm over here keep running straight!!" Macaque yelled with the air he had in his lungs before collapsing back to the ground. He was heaving at this point fighting instinct. He just needed Wukong here first if that was all he was going to get. They could wait for Wukong.

"plum! Plum I'm here I'm here what's wrong" Wukong asked, as expected it only took him a few seconds. He was about to pick macaque up when the monkey king had to stop him.

"it's the ba- ah gods- baby they're coming now" Macaque said as he laid his head on the other's collarbone. Wukong panicked and glanced around them on his knees. He kissed Macaque's forehead.

"I uh I- fuck um okay. Shit I wasn't expecting that to happen this early. What do you want me to do?" Wukong asked as he let macaque get semi comfortable leaning on him.

"pants off" macaque said as he took a deep breath in. Wukong did as told having a clone take Macaque's pants off. Macaque buried his face in Wukong's chest as he began to push and cry out in pain.

After a few minutes of pushing, Macaque was exhausted and he wasn't doing well. He could hear the babe's weak crying now. Wukong put him down for a minute to handle the babe. Wrapping the baby up in his jacket before placing the tiny babe on macaque.

"just stay with me okay?" Wukong said as Macaque weakly wrapped his arms around their little Xiaotain. Wukong picked them up as things got blurry for Macaque,"both of you just stay here with me."

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"hey..." Shanyao said as he picked in to the room. His heart in pieces as he saw Macaque and Xiaotain's conditions. He was shaking as Wukong lifted up his head and turned to Shanyao.

His oldest son, who stood there shaking like a leaf and struggling not to cry. Wukong's eyes softened as he got up and walked over to the cracked door. He slipped out into the hallway with Shanyao, closing the door behind him.

"hey bud what's up" Wukong said with his hands in his pockets.

"I thought you'd want to know " Shanyao said as he wiped his eyes," Mei got her parents to help them"

"how'd you do that Kid?" Wukong asked softly as he watched the poor kid try not to cry his eyes out.

"she told them we were engaged so you know they'd be family" Shanyao said as he took a deep breath in to calm himself," we can both go with them"

"okay bud come here" Wukong said before pulling Shanyao into a hug,"you go get some stuff packed for me and your Baba okay I'll keep an eye on them okay?"

"okay"

#son of the six eared monkey king #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #lmk shanyao #lmk macaque #lmk wukong #lmk mk #timeline a

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rip-a-dip-dip-you-potato-chip · 4 years ago

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what have I created?

idk if yall like this, but they just exist not i guess :/

ok the the first one is Royalty AU

first things first, when I say Royalty AU, I don't mean the classic shit we've all become accustomed to. Im talking about the good old Chinese royalty! And I want to emphasize that these guys will/should be dressed in century appropriate attire. As someone thats read a handful of 'marinette, princess of china' fics from the ML Fandom, I've noticed a common trend. Marinette wouldn't be in the culturally appropriate clothes, always ballgowns. Not that there's something wrong with it, its just most of if not all these fic are set in China, so I'd expect Chinese royalty to dress as THERE dress code calls for. And since this AU takes place far in the past like, it won't make sense for any of the characters to be in royal clothing that wasn't from there region. I'm not trying to white knight/gatekeeping. Im Guyanese not Chinese. But since JTTW and Monkie Kid take place in China, it's only right. In my opinion that it. You don't have to outright agree with me.

With out of the way, it's time for that good old AU crack

- Wukong is the king of the Flower Fruit kingdom(or a different one if you'd like, again I'm only familiar with what western culture has taught me, but I'll try my hardest)

- he’s single but rumor has it he used to/still is dating the Vigilante/thief The Six Eared Macaque

- *chants ShadowPeach violently*

- no one know whether it true or not

- On of his wanders around the kingdom he finds an abandoned baby in a basket.

- and no shit sherlock it's fucking baby Xiaotian

- I think we all know where this is going because i'm a simp for Monkey Dad & Monkie Son shenanigans

- Xiaotian becomes prince

Shit, ill be referring to Xiaotian as Mk from now on, I mentioned this before in a fic I wrote for lmk that Mk's a nickname for Xiaotian for some reason- wait i don't have to explain my self to you people!

- Sun loves his son

- MK is treated differently by staff and others because he's not blood related to the king

- no one mistreats MK per say, because there King loved his adopted son, but words are said behind his back

- Sometimes MK hears what’s said, and he feels as if he won't live up to his dad’s legacy.

- He meets Mei during a festival

- Mei is from a noble family, that wouldn't mind if they got a connection into the royal family.

- but it becomes hella clear to Mei’s family very fast that the two are just friends, and will always will be. but hey there daughter is bffs with the prince so that's a plus.

- the Demon Bull Family is rules a kingdom as well, I dont/am not creative enough to think of a name I leave that to you.

- It's a common misconception that DBK is a tyrant, when he’s not.

- most of the time...

- they have been at war with the Monkey King for some time now and settled for a peace agreement.

- that agreement being there sons to marry

- oooo original i know

- MK and Red Son are roughly the same age, Mk being 20 and RS 22

- RS is revolted/disgusted at the idea of being wed to the Monkey Kings child, even more so when he realizes MK is adopted,

- but, that all changes the second he meets MK while he meets him by accident when he gets kinda lost in the palace when he and his parents go to discuss the arrangements.

- the second he looks at MK, he's instantly in love. MK less so, he's nervous and honestly kinda bummed he's not marrying someone he loves but it's for the good of his ppl, and he'll do anything for them.

- RS isn't even aware that MK is Suns adopted son until MK walks him back to the meeting room.

"Oh There you are MK! I was about to have a servant go fetch you!" Sun Wukong says, gesturing for his boy to come sit with him.

"S-sorry for keeping you waiting I got caught up in my lessons with Mr. Tang" MK responds, sitting next to his father. Red Son looked gobsmacked. The beautiful young man he had bumped into, was the prince of this land? Damn, life truly blessed him. Or cursed him depending on how you looked at it.

- the two are left alone in a separate room for a while.

- And MK straight up tells RS why he's agreeing to this union.

"Look Red Son. I've dreamed about meeting my one true love for a while. And I would give almost anything for that dram to be real. But I wouldn't ever dare give up my people, for as there price they mean more to me. I'm doing this for them, no other reason" MK says, his back straight and hands folded neatly in his lap. The look in his eyes was a mix of sadness, but that was drowned out by loyalty and determination. It just made Red Son fall for him even harder. Clearing his throat Red spoke.

"I understand, for im doing this for the betterment of my people to. But I propose a wager"

"A wager?"

"Yes, if i can make you fall in love with me by years end, before our marriage, we can live together like in the fairy tales from far away. But if I fail, in a years time afterwards you will be permitted to find your own path in life" Red Son stated. MK took a moment to process what was happening.

"So, if you succeed in making me fall in love with you, before our marriage we can live happily ever after?" Red Son nodded in response, letting the younger continue.

"And if I shouldn't fall for you, in a years time after our union, im free to leave?" Red Son nodded once more.

"So, what do you say?"

...

"Deal"

In the end, your free to choose their fate, should Red Son win the hart of Mk? Will he fail? Or will he let him go, and let him travel the country, after all Mk's a free spirit and keeping him trapped in a big house is like keeping a cannery trapped in a cage only for its song, only for it to dul. Or will the unthinkable happen and will both boys find their freedom? together or appart? I don't know, because that's all up to you 😉

personally, I’m partial to where MK and Red Son both find freedom together. Like they straight up run away together to somewhere far away and just live out there lives together.

this could also be genderbent thing as well. MK or Red as their respective counterparts. Again it doesn't have to be, but it’s whatever bro. im just spitting out the idea.

Also, there is a main side plot that they fight the WBS throughout the year as well, along with other shenanigans you wanna throw in.

____

The second is a My Hero Academia/BNH/MHA AU

truth be told i'm not a big fan of MHA i think it to over hyped(this is also coming from the same person that’s a Fairy Tail fan lol), and the fandom i don't even know how to describe that mess, but I will admit not the whole of its toxic since every fandom has some toxic members, some even more so.

I just sometimes find myself enjoying MHA AUs like the Fullmetal Alchemist, Danny Phantom, Evil!Deuk AU and several others.

to make it clear I don't see this AU taking place the same time as the main plot of the actual Anime/Manga. This could be either like 6-10 years before or after the plot idk bro. But i’ll do this after the main story plot of MHA, so keep that in mind ya? another thing, the gang is still in China, the top hero school in the world just so happens to be in Japan, and it’s only ever mentioned by Sun wukong and other pro heros. So MK never attended AU. in short it’s only ever mention/ reference.

- Mk was considered Quirkless as a kid.

- he was just a late blumer, i swear

- Mai’s Quirk is called Dragon.

- it pretty much works the same way as it does in the show(duh)

- Tang’s got a knowledge Quirk,

- my man can retain information and he’s basically an archive of information drawback being his personality lol

- Piggsy is a Animal that gained a Quirk

- in cannon to my current knowledge, there are two other characters that can confirm animals can become sentient. the characters being Fumikage Tokoyami, & Nezu the principal at the school UA.

- Sandy is just Conner Kent, aka he like superman but can't fly, or shoot lasers from his eyes. And blue.

I have two scenarios for Macaque and Wukong

*- The first one is that, Sun Wukong & Macaque are brothers. twins to be exact.

- they where legit people, but have mutation quirks that made them too like monkeys.

- the added powers were just a boues.

- Sun and Mac are close growing up, like there brothers but also best friends.

- the draw back to there quirks could honestly be whatever you want bro idk, same with the others tbh. Personally I like to think Sun just has lack of motivation, and Macaque needs to draw on other people's energy.

- Sun is a hero, Monkey KIng and Mac is a villain Six Eared.

- Sun was always treated has the golden child in the family, Mac always resented that, but there shitty up bring didn’t stop the two from being good brothers to one another.

- soon tho the resentment became hatred when Sun was able to attend UA in Japan, while Mac didn't.

- Mac be angy

- so he became a villain, and joined the Chinese branch of the LOV(league of villains)

- Sun doesn't know this till he finds out during the all out war during the main story. and by that time he’s a full on hero with is own agency(The Flower Fruit agency)

- when the hero's ultimately win and Mac is arrested

- This ultimately hurts Sun a lot, his brother was in jail now, arrested for his involvement and wrong doings, he knew nothing about this! this brother, his blood. A bad guy? why? he hadn't seen his brother since he left for UA, he hadn’t seen him when he came home, and started his agency.

- this just puts Sun into a funk so he’s not as active as he used to be, and he starts thinking he might need a successor

*- The second one is that they were two separate people that had similar quirks and both attended UA but Sun ended up in the hero corse. so 1A.

- Both Macaque and Sun have similar quirks, Sun’s is obviously more light based while Macaque’s is more shadow based(this applies to the first one as well)

- Macaque was placed in class 1B, U.A.’s High's Heroics Department, I believe, you can correct me.

- In cannon Class 1A and 1B both went to the training camp. I can see the teachers pinning Sun and Macaque against each other to hone their skills.

- And because of that they become great friends

- In fact when they graduate they both co-found there hero agency together in China and are a duo.

- But due to Monkey King’s popularity and Six Eared's association with shadows(people sometimes saying he has more of a villains quirk than a heros) the public see’s Macaque as Sun’s sidekick when thats far from the truth.

- now it’s up to you whether you think that Wukong and Macaque would be in a relationship together, but knowing how cooked we all are, ShadowPeach is a thing here more than likely.

- If you do or don’t support/ like the ShadowPeach aspect, the two would be living together regardless since its more cost efficient.

- They my be heroes but living costs are expensive!

- I would imagine there would have been a huge fight/argument between the two in privet of course, at there home.(or in there shared office if you want the extra angst of the other people they work with hearing them fight)

- If the two are dating, then this would either lead to an out right breakup, or Macaque just up and leaving with Wukong thinking he’ll come back once he’s cooled off. But after a week, with no sign of his partner, or him answering texts or calls, not even coming into work. Wukong gets worried that something might have happened to him. so there wouldn't be a confirmation if they were still a thing or not.

- But Wukong remains hopeful, despite the nagging at the back of his head, and gut telling him to go find Macaque, or atleast make a public statement, or even just tell another pro hero about it.

- on the not so shippy side, Macaque and Wukong still have there argument, and much like the ShadowPeach esc side, Macaque up and leaves, and isn't seen for weeks. the only difference here is that when Wukong comes home one night to there flat, most if not all of Macaques stuff is gone.

- where as if this was the ShadowPeach side, Macaque leaves all of his possession in the flat he and wukong share. for the simple reason being, he still loves him and wants to go back, but Macaque being Macaque can’t bring himself to do it, especially after seeing just how hurt Wukong looked when he yelled at him just before he left.

- in other words, ANGST DIALED UP TO A 10 BABY

- in either case, its a news report that confirms Wukong's suspicions that he desperately didn’t want to believe, and that is Macaque turning into a villain.

- much like if the two were brothers, Wukong just can’t take it and is no longer as active as he once was, and is thinking about, either A) Retirement B) Saying, “Fuck Society, Be Gay Do Crime” and join Macaque as a villain himself, or C) find a successor, and a way to bring Macaque back to there side, but most importantly, back to him.

- also extra points if you're after people's hearts and want to make them suffer; - If there dating, Wukong curle’s up in the bed he and Macaque shared, holding/wearing something of great value to Macaque and just crying himself to sleep, where as Macaque is getting wasted on alcohol, as he stumbles out of the bar he’s in, he either see’s something that reminds him of Wukong or while he’s trying to put his wallet back into his pocket, a photo of them on their first date fall’s out. and Macaque just cries in a nearby alley way. And it’s there where he gets indoctrinated into the League.

- If there just friends, macaque heads to the nearest forest and just levels it, where as Wukong just gets engrossed into his work, trying not to think about it. you could add you own spin on this, again i'm just spitballing.

- NOW BACK TO MK! :D

- Obviously MK is a huge Monkey King fan

- at Twenty MK has come to terms he's quirkless (HE’S NOT)

-for ANGST reasons MKs fokes kicked him out at this realization at 13.

- he works at Piggsy's Noodle shop, and has been since he was 14.

- don't need a quirk to drive or cook!

- the boy lives a content life with his new family, till DBK happens :D

- DBK runs a Mafia(in conjunction with TLOV) and has been in jail for like 5 years thanks to Monkey King, PIF and RS brake him out one night when MK's out making a late night delivery since Piggsy had the bright idea to go 24/7 service!

- one thing leads to another and Mk somehow manifest what looks like the Monkey King's staff, but its not, it’s MKs powers, it just so happens to be the same power the Monkey King has. And it practically goes down the same way in the pilot.

- but unlike the pilot Mk and Mei go straight to the FF Agency, after making a panicked call to Pigsy and Tang.

- one way or another Mk are lead into Wukongs office. Mei being forced to stay in the lobby.

- they have there convo, butterfly monkey squishing included.

- "And so, I want you do be my success-" BOOM 💥

- from there they rush downstairs and see that the lobby has been infiltrated by the DB fam, and you know fight.

- once the DB family seems like there down, PIF wisks them away. Much to Monkey King’s displeasure.

From there stuff kind plays out like cannon, the calabash ep is just a conjoint quirk the Demon bros have. As for EP9, ill have to script that one out myself lol. I'll get onto it as soon as my will to commit stabs me in the face. Till then have a dancing Kermit the frog.

Now if you'll excuse me, am about to Kermit a felony :D

(For legal reasons thats a joke)

Psst @writingamongther0ses its done

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lego monkie kid au #rip a dip dip wrights

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