#beautiful monkey king

[jssy96]

Imagine being Princess Belle to this Beast.

[newkatzkafe2023]

I am curious about how our beloved monkeys react to the reader wearing a peach dress

Wink Wink 😉

Ohhhhhhhhh💋💋💋 We're looking sweet😋😏 and they're looking hungry 🤤🍽

(Lmk Wukong) He was shocked and blushing as you showed him the dress you got from the mall. You had asked him what he thought of the dress as you did a little spin to show him, you looked like the tastiest peach he ever seen. Looking nice and Juicy and plump, he was actively got up and showered you with Compliments as he licked his lips at you.

(NR Wukong) He was drooling excessively, with a nosebleed as he looked at your plump body, you looked so beautiful, so adorable and so sexy. You bought the dress on clearance and tried it on after finding that it fits, then later you showed him the dress and well his brain had crashed and he was blushing and drooling. He was smiling at you and decided to compliment and seduce you as he leads you to the bedroom to get a better look at it😉

(MKR Wukong) The second he had saw you were that dress, is the second he looked like he had a brain bleed. His face was red, he was clutching his chest and trying to control his breathing. You were so hot and adorable like seriously, what business do you have being that hot and adorable looking?!?!? and you looked like a ripe tasty peach just waiting to be plucked of a tree branch. That dress better be for his eyes only because Wukong is gonna get a bite out of you one way or another🤤

(HIB Wukong) HIPS!🥵 THIGHS!🥵 HIPS!🥵THIGHS!🥵 HIPS!🥵 THIGHS!🥵 this man is buffering like he's was acting up the second you showed him wearing that dress. He was mostly looking at those juicy plump birthing hip of your and the dress you wore put way to much Emphasis on them, especially if you were feeling brave wiggled them. As you did that and model the dress he was trying to estimate how much cubs he's gonna knock you up with while wearing that dress🥵🥵😳😳

(Netflix Wukong) He Actively grabbed his jewels in despair. Everything on his person was throbbing and red as his face was. God, he felt he was a teenage boy again looking at that pink peach dress on your already dangerously sexy body. God damned it, why do you keep doing this to him, do you like torturing him or something using that rocking thick and hot body against him, teasing him knowing that he can reach you, but he does love the dress, and he would love it even more with it on the floor. It was a matter of time before he lost his non Existent control and the next thing you knew your legs were held up with his face in between them and he had you moaning and screaming while he got his fill of your peach juice.🤤🥵

(BMW Wukong).....................😵😵😵😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 You did it you had finally killed him, so many had tried and he mentally died at the claws of his ridiculously hot wife. The second Wukong saw you in that dress he to use all of his Discipline not to go into an early mating season state of mind and jump your bones. You dare to wear that dress like a big tasty peach as you would dangle yourself infront of him knowing that he was starving. Ohhhhhhhhhh he was not gonna take this lying down with his boner. He's gonna wine and dine you into his bed and never let you go.

(Destined one)......you are but a tall, thick bottle of peach juice, and he is so very thirsty���, of course, the Destined one at first felt ashamed for his x-rated thoughts and feelings. Then here you are innocently asking what he thinks of the dress with your own light blush, especially with how revealing the dress was. He had never felt this way before and he's probably gonna beat his own ass later for this, but right now he wants you bad, he wants to take you, squeeze you, taste you and rock the little world you live on.

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[nikaii-koi]

WUKONG REBORN MY EMO MONKEY❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Boy, i forgot his colors.. he has a charm for sure, yup yup. I can imagine him applying mascara—

The only problem this movie has is that we will never see wukong!21 with his gold armor set hisk..

[miifu666]

Naw, i had to scroll thru my gallery for weeks to remember which specific meme that Wukong confrontation reminds me of 😭😭😭😭😭😭 GODBLESS HAIKAVEH ARTIST FOR DRAWING THEM IN THIS MEME

But @lilchickie and @monkeykingdomblog2 also made their own versions which im in LOVE with 👀👀

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Wukong, clearly had enough of how Suklha kept ignoring his courtship and choosing to have flings in order to deal with her heartbreak. Decided to confront her about this, his point was reasonable. For Suklha to open herself little by little, not to indulge in the past, something he learned from master Subodhi. But in his foul mouthed habit, he accidentally called Suklha a "Yáo zi" which was the ancient term for "Whorehouse" thats used by the poor for cheap and horrible sex (essentially a low grade brothel)

Suklha, clearly offended by Wukong accidentally calling her "cheap and horrible sex partner" decides to sleep with him as a challenge. 🧎

[kaynanarie]

Eyes of Gold (Part 14)

(A WukongxReader story inspired by Beauty and the Beast and Lutung Kasarung.) (First) (Prev) (Next)

            Gathering what fruit you could was a frantic scramble between three sets of hands. You led the way back down the mountain, following Shihou’s preferred path. The walk was stumbled and slow, delayed by heavy packs and the farmers’ unfamiliar steps, until you finally made it to the edge of the forest. Crossing over the barrier, you immediately regretted leaving your cloak back at the palace.

            It was a bitter cold, the kind that seeped into your bones and stole the breath from your lungs in frozen puffs. Your elegant, silk robes did little to block out the icy chill as you began the long walk towards the village. Everything was covered in a thick layer of frost that sparkled and crunched underfoot. The sun shined from a crystal blue sky but its bright light offered no warmth to the wintery land.

            Once you were close enough to town, one of the men raced ahead, carrying the packs of precious fruit to those sheltering from the cold. With one crisis dealt with, the other farmer walked with you to assess the other.

            In the summer, the lake was always refreshing and perfect for swimming. Fish and fowl would tread its waters while cattails and lillipads grew along the shallow banks. Now, it was a polished sheet of ice, solid and uncracked by the deep freeze of winter. Dozens of villagers were chipping away at it with tools, farming equipment, and even kitchen utensils. So far, it seemed few dents and even fewer fish were being won by their efforts.

            “Is everyone here?” you asked, scanning the groups gathered around campfires, thawing themselves between desperate digs at the frozen lake. Between the biting wind and the numbing cold, you were already shivering and tempted to join them.

            “The elders and children stayed behind to keep warm. Everyone else has been out since dawn. Even your sister was here earlier to complain about the slow progress.”

            You grimaced. “That’s what I was worried about. If she shows up again, please warn me. I’m sure she won’t be very happy to see me in the midst of another crisis.”

            “Perhaps, but you’ve done more for us than she has even in exile,” the farmer said. A moment of silence passed as he hesitated his next words. “Do you really think…the Monkey King will actually help us?”

            “He’s already saved the village once and swore it under his protection,” you reminded him sharply. “Sun Wukong is not so cruel to break his oath in our time of need.”

            The farmer seemed surprised by your defensive tone. “If you say so. But what do you think he can do about…this?” he asked, gesturing to the frozen lake.

            That was the question you had been asking yourself since first begging Shihou for help. “I’m not sure but if anyone can find a solution, it’s Sun Wukong.”

            Shouts of surprise and fear reached your ears from further down the lake. A small crowd had formed and was shrinking away from whatever had gathered them. You hurried towards the commotion, gently weaving and nudging your way to the front of the group and seeing the source of their distress.

            Figures had emerged from the forest of Fruit and Flower Mountain; Sun Wukong, his armored silhouette easily recognizable, with a half dozen monkey guards. They approached the lake, slow and easy, appearing as nonthreatening as possible. But the villagers were still wary, whispering and backing away from the assumed danger.

            “It’s okay!” you shouted over the panicking voices. When you stepped out between the villagers and the demons, all eyes turned to you expectantly. “Don’t be frightened, they mean you no harm! They’re here to help!”

            “Why?”

            “What can they do?”

            “They might be the ones responsible!”

            “What if they attack like the last demons did?”

            “Sun Wukong saved the village before!” you called back desperately. “And he’s here to do it again. Please, let him help. He might be the only one who can.”

            Disgruntled and doubtful murmurs rippled amongst the humans but no one spoke up in protest. With a relieved sigh, you turned back to the monkeys still keeping a respectable distance on the far side of the lake. You saw the distant figure of Sun Wukong tilt his head in question and you nodded back in approval.

            “How dare you!” a shrill voice cried out. You turned in time to see your sister shoving her way through the crowd, looking outraged and flustered. “First you defy your banishment and trespass in the village. And now you bring the Monkey King and his demons down from the mountain with empty promises? Send them away before I have you arrested!”

            You huffed and rolled your eyes, pointing out over the ice. “Don’t you want to see what he plans to do first?”

            Sun Wukong had stepped onto the frozen lake, eyes scanning and staff tapping curiously as he went. Once he reached the very center, he stopped, nodded, and leapt into the sky. He was a shining blur of red and gold, flying up to touch the clouds before letting gravity pull him back towards the ground like a gilded comet. You watched as he aimed and spun his weapon, bringing it down onto the icy surface with a mighty shout.

            The piercing ring of striking metal echoed through the air. It was immediately followed by the deafening crack of ice shattering, breaking apart from the shoreline all the way down to the bottom of the lake.

            Hovering on his cloud, the Monkey King flew back to his guards and landed with a swish of his crimson cape. He looked truly heroic; armor shining, feathered crown arching high, staff spinning triumphantly in his hands. It sent a surprised flutter through your heart and a slight blush on your cheeks that burned against the cold.

            After a shocked silence, the villagers suddenly raised their voices in his honor; some cheered, some shouted their thanks, some cried with overwhelming relief. But all rushed to the lake, picking their way through chunks of broken ice and frozen fish. Soon, piles of carp, salmon, and trout were being sorted into baskets to be brought back to the village.

            “Don’t think this changes anything!” your sister’s voice hissed like an angry cat. She stomped in front of you, keeping her rage veiled behind paper thin composure. “You’re still banished for that curse you brought upon our house.”

            “You mean the rash that was your doing in the first place?” you snapped back. “Clever trick with the poison ivy, by the way. But as you can see…” Rolling up the sleeve of your robe, you showed off your healed skin. “I’ve been cured.”

            She sniffed at the accusation but didn’t deny it. “And what about our father’s crime? You were sent to the mountain to appease the Monkey King’s grudge. What, did he not find you a worthy enough sacrifice?”

            “Actually,” you answered, a smidge of pride in your words. “I’ve been staying as a royal guest of Sun Wukong himself. If it weren’t for me, his protection would have never been offered and the village would be doomed twice over, now.”

            “You’re a liar. Why would the Monkey King ever find any favor with you?”

            “Excuse me.”

            You both jumped, noticing a third-party privy to your bitter spat. A brief glimmer of golden armor and a red cape caught your eye before your view was blocked by something hovering in front of your face. A basket of fish, respectfully offered by the Monkey King himself.

            “For you,” Sun Wukong said, his voice strong and bold but also softened by a gentle familiarity. At your side, you caught your sister’s terrified glances but her gaze never lifted towards the demon king.

            “Thank you,” you bowed, taking the gift with a grateful smile. Steeling your nerves, you dared to look up and finally meet his eye. “You’ve saved us again, Sun Wu–”

            It was the first time you had ever seen him up close. He wore his kingly aura like a second cloak, radiant and powerful. The long feathers of his phoenix crown made him seem taller than his already impressive height. His armor was a piece of art; precious metals crafted in masterful detail and tied together with vivid red threads. His fur looked soft and golden in the sunlight, fluffing up around his simian features. A bashful blush framed his eyes, accenting their bright red-gold glow. His gaze was kind and fond in a surprisingly handsome face but only one thought raced through your mind as you stared in complete shock.

            Why was Shihou wearing the King’s armor?

            As the silence stretched on, the Monkey King’s expression grew hesitant and apologetic. With a parting nod, he turned away to rejoin his guards, his steps swift and his tail twitching nervously behind him. Only when your sister felt at ease enough to snatch the basket from your hands did your thoughts return.

            “Did you see his face?” you choked out, still staring after him in bewilderment.

            “What? Of course not!” your sister scoffed, refusing to even glance in the demon’s direction. “Do you think I want to be turned to stone or something?”

            “He looked just like…” you couldn’t even form the words, the very idea stuttering like a hiccup in your mind.

            Your sister raised her brow and sneered. “Have you never seen his face before? Perhaps you’re not as close to the Monkey King as you bragged” she laughed, cold and sharp.

            “There you are, peach friend!” You were suddenly swept up in a hug, the familiar warmth and scent only adding to your internal crisis. “You left without your cloak! Here, put this on before you catch your death!” Shihou’s voice chittered and chided as you were wrapped up in your forgotten mantle.

            It took a few stunned moments for you to finally focus on his face; nearly a perfect match to the one you saw only moments before. Same gilt touched fur, same handsome features, same golden eyes that glowed with affection. But while Shihou was all but latched to your side, you could still see the Monkey King with his royal entourage down the shoreline.

            “Shihou…” He paused, frowning as your suspicious stare turned back to him. “Has anyone ever told you…you look exactly like the King?”

            He startled, fur puffing and tail lashing in surprise. He blinked once, twice, before relaxing with a chuckle. “Aww, Peaches, are you saying I’m as handsome as Sun Wukong?” he teased, smoothing his fur with a flirty grin. You instantly wanted to take your words back before his ego grew bigger than the mountain itself.

            “Never mind, forget I said anything,” you muttered, feeling silly and perplexed.

            “Don’t be embarrassed, Peaches,” he cooed, poking at your pouting cheeks. “It’s a compliment!”

            “Peaches?” Your sister looked between you and Shihou with nothing but shock and disgust. “Is this how you’ve been spending your time on the mountain? Befriending demon monkeys?”

            Shihou’s cheerful demeanor suddenly vanished, turning as icy as the winter chill. “Your sister, I suppose?” He spoke eerily calm, eyes glaring with just the slightest hint of bared teeth.

            “Yes, charming as ever. Just ignore her.” You grabbed his arm and tried to tug him away, your full strength not even budging him an inch. “Come on, Shihou, let’s go.”

            Your sister looked nervous at the monkey’s sharp expression but continued to mock regardless. “Yes, by all means, Peaches! Go! Enjoy your banishment on the mountain! Play with your demon friends until one of them finally grows bored and puts you out of your misery.”

            Her haughty chuckles were cut off by a growl rumbling from deep in Shihou’s chest. “I would never let that happen!” he snarled, startling you and terrifying your sister. She squeaked and stumbled back, eyes wide and face drained of color. When Shihou took a single step forward, she turned tail and ran, your fish gift still tucked under one of her greedy arms.

             Shihou was still seething when you coaxed his attention back to you. “Hey,” you said softly, soothing a hand over his furry cheek. “Are you okay?”

            He instantly relaxed, leaning into your touch with a nod. “I’m fine,” he muttered, shooting irritated glances after your retreating kin. “But someone should teach her some respect.”

            “She’s always been like that,” you said with a shrug. “Now you know why living on the mountain isn’t so bad.”

            “I’m sorry.” Shihou’s apology and sorrowful gaze caught you off guard. “You don’t deserve to be banished after all the efforts you’ve made for your village.”

            You shook your head. “It’s fine. I’ve come to see it as a blessing in disguise.”

            Shihou still looked doubtful but you cut off any argument he was thinking up. “No more pity and no more frowns. We should be celebrating! The villagers have their fish and no one’s going to go hungry any time soon! Besides,” His eyes widened at your playful glance. “I thought you wanted to show me the waterfall?”

            His surprise quickly shifted to flirty and amused. “Alright, Peaches,” he relented fondly. Before you could blink, you were swept off the ground and into his arms. Your face flushed red from his warm embrace and the cheeky smirk aimed right at you. “Let’s head back. I can’t wait to show you everything.”

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Finally got to see Wukong up close and personal!

I'm so sorry this chapter took so long, Peach Friends! My schedule has been super busy the past few weeks and may not slow down for a bit. I'll do my best to update as regularly as possible, thank you to all my wonderful readers for your patience and support!

You can also find this story on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60643669

[prisi-chsn]

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone!

[izuke-the-zombie]

This is a little head cannon/What if Macaque had more original powers, a little more Starry Night dreamlike powers leaning into the more nurturing kind, you know, the moon and sun kind of powers? 🌙☀️

 

Maybe in the past, he was like a therapy friend to Wukong, someone he could really be himself with, vent, and tell his secrets without being judged in the safety of his own dreams. Someone he can truly trust, and that was Macaque.

Skip to Redemption Ark for Mac

Now he's a therapy friend to the whole MK team! (Against his will) They cuddle, pet, and vent to him with their problems. He's like one of Sandy's therapy cats, just bigger and grumpier.😾💕✨ he just has this way with people I guess

Okay, this is how it starts: Macaque and Wukong's first encounter was in a dream.

Wukong would not shut up about the pretty demon in his crazy dreams, often to his sworn brothers; he talked about all the fun and crazy adventures he'd have, the long meaningful conversations and jokes, and the occasionally moving pictures of otherworldly strong magical humans with sparkly eyes and spiky hair who wield giant weapons that shoots Fire called anime, and that this had been going on for a few months now.

This annoyed and concerned them; they think it's a demon trying to take over the Monkey King's mind or trying to brainwash him somehow, so Azure Lion and the Sworn Brothers all brainstormed together to devise a plan to somehow confront this tricky dream demon. Wukong doesn't want the fun dreams to end or scare off this other celestial monkey, so he decides to talk to his friend in his dreams. Wukong casually brings up the idea that the macaque should visit Flower Fruit and meet his sworn brothers! Macaque of course hesitates, not sure of the idea of traveling to an unknown island and meeting The Monkey King's questionable choice of sworn brothers, but of course, Wukong, sad and a bit offended, but he doesn't give up.

He decides to bring upon the Ultimate Weapon, begging and whining until Macaque crumbles and gives in, which eventually does. Mac reluctantly agrees to travel over to FFM in disguise, just to be safe he tells Wukong he'll be there. Within a month, Wukong couldn't be more excited; he was like a little kid waiting for Christmas day!

So this is what kinds of powers I think he should have.

😴 the first pic is crossing over to other people's dreams and making their experience life-like he has illusion magic so this makes sense to me. Wukong and macaque would prank the Brotherhood or play tags and hide and seek in their brother's dreams. 🌸The second pic is the soothing ability to calm one's nerves if they pet or cuddle him like a therapy cat,🐈 Wukong would groom him for hours to calm his nerves. now come copes with food🍑🍔🍭

🌸🎶I saved the best one for last the cute/sad little head Cannon I have

At the end of every dream Mac visits they would end it by dancing to music Mac would bring from the future laughing and stumbling while wukong slowly wakes up, wukong has always gone to bed early But now he goes even earlier to bed. Wukong always thought he was the luckiest monkey in the world he gets to have two Adventure and one of them is with his prettiest best friend Macaque 😚✨the monkey of his dreams.

🌸 Wukong couldn't truly dream of a world without his bestest friend🥰✨

[angies-writing-blog]

The thin linen beneath your body offers little shield against the cold of the ground. It seeps through, unrestrained, causing a quiver to ripple through your muscles.

Swiftly, it is gently replaced by Wukong’s hands, gliding soothingly up your leg. His fingers trace a path of warmth, yet the sharp edge of his claws lingers—an unspoken reminder of how effortlessly he could break you.

As he leans forward, his warm breath grazes the delicate skin of your inner thigh. Pleasurable shivers dance down your spine, awakening every nerve in your body and igniting your skin with a tantalizing warmth.

Softly, his lips brush against your skin, and a quiet, involuntary moan slips from your mouth. You feel the corners of his lips curl into a grin—one that reveals his teeth, sharp and dangerous, yet restrained as they caress delicately over your flesh.

Impatiently, the tip of his tongue flicks against the chosen spot, as if he can barely contain his eagerness to taste you, hinting at what lies ahead.

Another kiss, a playful nibble, and your body responds instinctively—muscles tensing, breath faltering, as desire steadily builds within you.

Deep in your flesh, his teeth then sink, sending a flash of searing pain that, in the next breath, melds with the heat coiling low in your belly.

Your hands find his hair, fingers weaving into it, and your grip only encourages his jaw to clench more forcefully. His tongue glides over the wound, tasting your essence with a fervor that both savors and demands more.

Eventually, the pressure on your thigh subsides, but the longing he leaves in his wake burns deep within, insatiable.

Raising your eyes to meet his, you find yourself captivated by his wild, fiery gaze—flames that threaten to consume you whole.

“Mine,” he growls, before marking you as his once more.

[nounaarts]

What they spoke about after S1E9

[ningadudexx]

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Ive had enough im going to leap into the monkey cage today at the zoo and start talking about monkey king

[newkatzkafe2023]

Not sure if you did this yet, but how would the monkeys react to meeting an albino female monkey reader?

SOOO PRETTY YOU WILL BE🤩😍

(Lmk Wukong) He is starstruck and in awe of your appearance, especially you snow white Fur. He might have a few questions about your fur, but you were just so adorable and fluffy he couldn't take it. His favorite pass time is cuddling you close to him, and he would be out like a light once his face touches your fur.

(MKR Wukong) What a beautiful snowball you are, and he wants to cherish and observe you. He always finds himself petting and napping in your fur along with fruity. He also likes how you would hide on the snowy areas of the journey and would ambush him with kisses.

(NR Wukong) Your fur color kinda reminds him of his, and it's a wonderful look on you. You were the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he wasted know time flirting with you. You would giggle and purr at him. You were such a pretty snowflake and would shower you with compliments. Not to mention you were so fluffy and adorable as he cuddles you on the couch.

(HIB Wukong) Man, he saw you from miles away with how fluffy and pale you are. Your white fur makes you stick out like a sore thumb, but if you didn't stick out, he would have noticed how pretty you actually look. Although he thought you would never freely speak with him, you came up to him. With that, you both found to have a lot more in common.

(Netflix Wukong) His mind was blown as he's never seen a monkey like you before. You were a fluffy female albino monkey, with all white Fur like a giant snowflake. He found himself making his way to you and introducing himself as the monkey king. Though you weren't all that impressed with him, you did find him funny and really enjoyed talking to him. Wukong still marvels at the rare sight that is you.

(BMW Wukong) His jaw dropped at your appearance like seriously he's been around for years, but he's never seen someone like you. Not only were you a female monkey, but a albino monkey was all white fur he couldn't stop looking at you. You were such a rare and elusive sight for him, and he wanted to know more about you for centuries to come.

(Destined one) He...for once he wasn't sure what to think of this, he's never seen a monkey like you before. You were a gorgeous female albino monkey. Such a rare sight you are. He had questions. Though you were also very friendly and social, happily chatting him up and the destined one, he found himself starting a beautiful relationship with you.

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[journeytothewestresearch]

I've read your articles on your blog! I can't thank you enough for your extensive research, you have helped thousand of people into enlightment!

Curious though, you said on one of them that you aren't a fans of BM:W storyline. Care to elaborate why you dislike it?

Thank you for the kind words.

I have a number of problems with the story. The following is presented in no particular order:

The game continues a trend that I last noticed in the film Jiang Ziya (姜子牙, 2020): gods are the true villains. This just seems like an attempt to maintain the status quo of the CCP's institutionalized atheism (I'm an atheist by the way, just not anti-theist). Someone please correct me if you think I'm overreaching.

Wukong forsaking his Buddhahood makes no sense as his attainment of enlightenment is the culmination of his original story. The game spits in the face of his great sacrifices and efforts by making such changes. Also, Buddhahood is a state of being and not just a title that can be discarded.

Monkey's plan to remove the headband via reincarnation (or whatever you want to call it) just seems really, really convoluted.

The many changes to the original characters' established story arcs are unnecessary. For example, Red Boy "finishes" his discipleship under Guanyin and returns to being a dick. So dumb.

[soft-niku-and-sake]

Luffy is so damn funny. I love him so much

[kaynanarie]

Eyes of Gold (Part 12)

(A WukongxReader story inspired by Beauty and the Beast and Lutung Kasarung.) (First) (Prev) (Next)

            “Where are you? Please come out?”

           The whispers of a familiar voice roused you from a restless sleep. You yawned and blearily squinted around you, trying to remember where you were. The shadowy silhouettes and dust tickling your nose brought back memories of a storage room. It had been daylight when you first hid but now, night had shrouded you in disorienting darkness. You sat curled up in the corner, wondering how much time had passed and if it was safe to finally leave.

           A quiet creak startled you as the door swung open. You watched a shadow silently creep in, slow and low to the floor. As you grew more accustomed to the dark, the form of a small monkey took shape. A familiar monkey with glowing, golden eyes.

           “Peaches, are you in here?”

           You sat up from your hiding spot in surprise. “Shihou?”

           As soon as he saw you, Shihou dashed across the room and flung himself onto you. He clung to your shoulder and patting your face with his tiny paws. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt, are you?”

            “I’m fine,” you assured the monkey, wrapping your cloak around him in a warm hug. “What are you doing here? Won’t you get in trouble?”

            “I was worried.” Concern, relief, and disapproval flashed across his face when he met your eyes. “You didn’t return to the mountain after the demons left.”

            “I guess you heard about the attack, then?”

           “Yes.” His frown pulled into a scowl, teeth bared as he glowered at the floor. “If I had known Bull Demon King was here, I never would have let you leave alone.”

            You ran a hand through his fur, feeling him relax under your soothing touch. “It’s okay, you didn’t know.”

           “Why didn’t you come back?”

             “I was helping the villagers,” you said, sitting back down with Shihou perching on your lap. “Thankfully, no one was hurt; just some damaged buildings. But when my sister heard the demons were gone, she came to see for herself. Elder Gran sent me to hide until she left but I guess I fell asleep.” Gentle brushes smoothed his agitated fur back into place. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

            Shihou sighed and nuzzled against your shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re safe.”

            “Thanks to your hair.” Shihou suddenly looked worried when he met your gaze. You quickly explained to calm his concern. “It protected me when the bull tried to attack. Sorry I lost it. I think Sun Wukong took it with him…” you trailed off with a yawn.

            “Don’t worry about it. As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters,” the monkey said with a relieved smile. “You should get some rest. We can return to the mountain in the morning.”

            Shaking your head, you forced yourself to stand, keeping Shihou balanced on your shoulder. “No, we should leave now while everyone else is asleep. I’ve already stayed too long and my sister might catch us trying to leave it we wait.”

            “If you insist,” Shihou agreed hesitantly. “There were guards posted around the village when I snuck in. I can guide you around them but we’ll still have to be careful.”

            You nodded. “Okay. Let’s get going.” Pulling your cloak close and Shihou closer, you slipped out of the storage room and through the empty house with careful steps. At the front door, you paused to peek out.

            Tilting his head, Shihou listened and pointed down a side street. “No guards for now. That should be the fastest route out of town. Once we’re outside the village, I can take you the rest of the way.”

            With a final glance, you hurried down the alley and into the shadows. The night was thankfully empty, the rest of the village sleeping off a stressful day. Only moonlight and icy wind filled the streets as you weaved between buildings. Distant voices on the winter breeze occasionally floated by. Each time, you would freeze and Shihou would listen but the guards were too far and too distracted to be of concern.

            It took longer than expected and exhaustion was quickly catching up. Your steps were clumsy, your body weary, and yawns plagued you with every other breath. Even your eyes were fighting to slip close between heavy blinks.

            Soon, you reached the edge of the village, shivering from bitter cold and fatigue. You almost cried seeing the great stretch of field and looming mountain still left to traverse.

            “I’ve got it from here,” Shihou said, nimbly flipping off your shoulder. In a puff of smoke, he transformed and landed in his taller demon form. You weren’t sure if it was your own tired mind or the moonlight softening his features but his figure seemed more striking than usual. It was only made worse when he smiled at you; warm, golden eyes brightening his handsome face. “Come on, up you get.”

            You were still recovering from your drowsy admirations when Shihou turned and knelt away from you. “What?”

            “I said I would carry you before and this will get us back to the mountain faster.” He grabbed your hand and tugged you forward so you were flush against him. Looping your arms around his neck, he held your knees and stood, easily hoisting you onto his back. “Ready?”

           Too tired to protest, you only nodded and nestled against his warm shoulder. “Yeah, let’s go home,” you mumbled sleepily.

           Shihou startled and stumbled a bit but quickly recovered with a brisk pace. “Sure thing, Peaches. You get some rest; we’ll be there in no time.”

            You closed your eyes and drifted off, only half aware of your surroundings. Shihou’s rhythmic steps, quick and sure; his hold never faltering. Winter chill shifting to a summery heat, chasing away your lingering shivers. The quiet ambiance of the slumbering jungle settling around you as the mountain welcomed you back. It was comforting and familiar and gently lulled you to sleep.

            The next thing you knew, Shihou was setting you down amongst plush blankets and fluffy pillows. As he turned to leave, you caught his hand and clung to it. “Stay?” you asked, smiling soft and sweet. Your half open eyes caught his flustered face but he didn’t shy away. Instead, you felt him shuffle into bed next to you, hugging you against him in a comforting embrace. Warm fur tickled your cheek, carrying his soothing scent of peaches and stone. You snuggled closer as you felt the tug of sleep pulling you back under.

            “Goodnight, Shihou,” you whispered.

            The last thing you remembered was his purred, “Goodnight, my Peach,” and the gentle press of lips to your brow.

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Something fluffy and cute with the return of Shihou! Just to share the vision of the soft boi, he's absolutely inspired by various artworks I saw of the 1996 Journey to the West. Thank you so much for reading, all the wonder feedback has kept me motivated! Until next time!

You can also find this story on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60643669

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I really liked the LineArt in this particular drawing.