#mister MK himself

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

Ireena: So a long time ago, a wizard came to town... Rogue: What? There's a fucking wizard now? Ireena: He gathered a mob and went to go confront Strahd, and... A battle broke out, and for a while it looked like he might actually beat Strahd... Until he didn't. Strahd defeated him in combat and chucked his body over a cliff and into the river thousands of feet below. Sorcerer: Wait, he didn't have Fly or anything? Feather Fall?? Monk: Yeah, sounds like a pretty shitty wizard if he couldn't even fly. Sorcerer: ...Are you sure this guy was a wizard? Rogue: Yeah, honestly? It sounds like you guys were getting grifted. Sorcerer: Did some guy just show up claiming to be a wizard and you all fell for it? Monk: Man, I really think you guys might have gotten scammed.

[yellowpsyduck]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬.

Thomas Shelby x Carleton!Reader Warnings: Smut, slight size kink, Tommy attracting posh girls as always

“Are you fucking my sister-in-law?” were the very first words that came out of the young socialite’s mouth. They were directed to the man dressed in the grey suit with the flat cap, as he caressed the grey filly in front of him. 

“Such crude words from such a lovely young lass, eh?” the man looked rather amused at her choice of words, much less, her more than direct approach of interrogating him.  

The words she���d spoken weren’t quite what he had expected from a girl of her caliber, she seemed far too proper to opt for such language. 

 But she held her ground that girl, with her fashionably short bob and her velvet dress that would probably fetch enough pounds to feed a small family for a week in Small Heath. She didn’t waver under his icy stare, nor did she retreat her questioning glare. In fact, to his surprise, she arched her carefully sculpted eyebrow, as though prompting him to explain himself. 

She must be a London girl, he noted, such brazenness could only mean that she must've lived a sheltered life, never having to put her guards up in fear of gangsters and certainly never having to do anything with filthy old Birmingham.  

No, all she had to do was look pretty and polite and pop open bottles of champagne, dancing the night away to the Foxtrot and Charleston. She didn’t have a clue who he was, didn’t have a clue what he did and certainly didn’t have a clue as to why he always kept a Webley MK VI in his gun strap. 

Tommy found it quite refreshing. He couldn’t remember the last time someone talked to him so incredibly audaciously, if it wasn’t to barrage him with threats to his life.  

“I believed I asked you first, Mister” came the reply from her tinted red lips, looking rather displeased that her question was met with another. 

“Well, a lady like you shouldn’t worry about adult matters.” he replied as he fished his pockets for the metal cigarette case. “Anyways, she's your sister-in-law you say?” he offered her a cigarette, a habit of his which he’d developed from constantly being surrounded by chain smokers. 

“She is, or she was.” she took him up on his offer, as he lit it up for her, “Ian was my brother. His passing was hard on all of us; for her more than anyone else. So, I come up here any chance I get to keep her company, but now I see that’s no longer needed of me.” she said as she eyed him from head to toe, sizing him up almost.  

“Don’t let me be a bone of contention now.” he replied, his couldn’t possibly add another trouble to his list, the Epsom and Major Campbell were already a handful, to say the very least.  

“Actually, it’s quite the opposite.” A hint of surprise glazed over his eyes as he looked at her delicate features. “I’m quite relieved she isn’t shutting herself up." she trailed off, "And you’re certainly not the worst pick for a suitor.” 

“Now don’t go sizing me up for a wedding suit, Miss.” he said taking another drag of his cigarette “May and I are just.... acquaintances. She’s training my horse for the Derby, this beauty over here, you see.” he motioned to the grey horse behind him. 

“Oh.” She looked at him with an abashed humour in her eyes. “Then you must pardon my poor choice of words. I’m sure you won’t take the silly musings of a girl to heart.”  

She flicked the cigarette bud to the ground, stomping it lightly with the heel of her dainty Mary Janes. 

“I’m Y/N. Y/N Vera Carleton.” she extended her hand to him, her lips adorned with the most dazzling smile he’d ever seen in his entire existence. He took her hands in his, their sizes differing starkly. “I’m Thomas. Thomas Shelby.” 

“Well then Mr. Shelby, now that the previous fiasco is behind us, I must be off. My friends will be waiting for me, I’m afraid. There's a new club in the city called the Babylon, you might’ve heard of it, they’ve invited this jazz band from the Colonies. My friends say it’s all the rage these days.” she explained to him. 

Thomas knew she was one of those girls. The ones that never had to worry about a thing in their lives, except for what they’d wear to a social dinner or what diamonds to pair with what dress and he knew that a part of him wished he could be as carefree as them. But life had other plans for him, a runaway father, a suicidal mother and a fucking war to top it all off. 

But now with the Shelby Company Ltd. and his copious side ventures, he hoped that one day, his children, if he ever found a woman that is, would have a life that mirrored that of the captivating girl in front of him.  

“All right then, Miss Carleton, you have a good night now.” he bid the girl farewell as he watched her leave the stables. Her dress swaying with every step she took, she looked very frail, he noted, but not the kind that you’d see in the streets of Watery Lane, more so the kind of frail that was in vogue amongst the ladies of London. 

As the night progressed, it became abundantly clear that May Fitz Carleton and Thomas Shelby weren’t just acquaintances, although, that should’ve been clear from the moment he accepted her proposal to stay the night in the manor, more like a fucking castle, he thought. 

As night fell, Thomas found himself striding to the doors of his gracious host's, she’d left it unlocked, of course. Neither were novice adolescents; they knew what they wanted, and they certainly weren’t abashed about it. Their business was completed rather quickly though, she seemed unable to fully open her heart out to the deed and he had a myriad of thoughts occupying his mind.  

Breakfast was a rather lovely affair. May chose not to bring up their late night discretions, for which he was rather thankful for. In fact, she seemed content with it being a passing liaison, finally someone that’s on the same page as him, he mused. 

The lavish spread of food in front of him was overwhelming and he resigned himself to an Earl Grey and a toast. It seemed it was just May that occupied the house, seeing as though they were the only two to grace the table. Their conversations were pleasant, ranging from their shared love for horses to the ones they would be up against at the Derby, when lo and behold, the doors to the room sprung open to reveal a particularly chirpy Y/N, what she would be so cheery for, this early in the morning, he didn’t know. 

“Morning, my dearest. Hope you had a lovely night.” The older of the two woman remarked as she kissed her cheeks. “I’ve told Louisa to prepare those Vienna rolls you so love. She should bring it out any minute.” she stated as the maids served the new occupant with a steaming cup of tea. 

“That would be lovely, God knows I’m terribly famished.” she strutted into the room, smelling of daisies as she walked past him and kissed her sister-in-law. “Morning to you, my dearest Mayflower.” 

She took the seat opposite to his, paying him no mind and absentmindedly blowing into her tea. “Y/N darling, this is Mr. Thomas Shelby, he’s my guest. I'm training his horse for Epsom. " She motioned to the gentleman. "Tommy, this is Y/N, she’s Ian’s sister and the youngest of the Carleton bunch.” 

 “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Shelby.” quipped the younger girl, pretending as though they were truly meeting for the first time. 

“The pleasure’s all mine.” Tommy went along with her play, opting not to reveal their meeting the previous day. 

“Madam, there’s a telephone for you. It's from Sir Ascot.” May was quickly ushered out of the room to attend to her business, leaving the unusual pair together. 

“So, are you going to keep staring or will you tell me what’s on your mind?” Y/N remarked as she forfeited the staring game they’d had going on.  

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.” the girl in front of him was intriguing for sure, and she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. Tommy didn’t know other women besides Ada and Polly that would speak so nonchalantly with him, and he found himself quite enjoying this refreshing exchange. 

“Well, you’ve basically been undressing me with your eyes, since yesterday. So, shall we do it in my room or yours?”  

This. Tommy wasn’t expecting. 

He'd expected a whole lot of other things but not this. 

The girl didn’t bat an eye as she said those words, simply sipping on her tea, as though they’d only exchanged pleasantries with each other. Tommy was about to respond when a maid brought a plate of Vienna rolls to the table and diligently served her young Miss. 

As soon as her departing figure left the room, Y/N’s eyes darted back up to his, sucking slowly on the gold cutlery as she did. She seemed to be waiting for his reply and Tommy wondered how she’d react if he told her 'No'. Surely, such a girl as lovely as her wouldn’t be used to hearing those words of refusal. All she’d have to do was bat her pretty lashes, pout her soft lips and no one would dare refuse such a divine creature.  

And Tommy was by no means a saint. A posh girl like her asking him to fuck her wasn’t something that happened on the daily. And again, Tommy might be a man with great restraint, but he was a man after all.  

He'd be lying if he said his pants hadn’t gotten the slightest bit tighter at the sight of her sucking and licking on the spoon, that when he was balls deep inside May the previous night, all he thought about was the girl in front of him. Even now, as she sat in front of him, in her lace dress, he could see the slightest imprint of her breasts against the fabric of the dress.  

Tommy took in a deep breath, setting the teacup back on the porcelain saucer, when finally, he muttered “You don’t know who I am, do you, little girl?” For if she did, she wouldn’t have uttered those words, much less, even sip her tea so peacefully in his presence. 

“Should I care?” she asked in mock concern, “All I know is that you’re a well dressed gentleman that’s got a nice deep voice.” Truly, that was all she looked for. If a man had a deep enough pocket and an ever deeper voice, she’d go weak in the knees, and she knew May wouldn’t associate herself with a man that didn’t have the former. 

“Y/N Carleton, you’re truly a work of art, eh?” he chuckled, genuinely in awe of her intrepidity. 

“Well, that amongst other things.” came her quick reply, flashing him a cheeky smile. 

“Do you think she’ll notice? If were both absent from the table, that is.” he asked in reference to May, she sure as hell wouldn’t appreciate his advances towards her sister-in-law. 

“Don’t you worry, Sir Ascot is a hard fellow to deal with, he’ll talk her ear off for hours.” she stated unconcerned as she took strode out of the room, glancing back at him. 

“In fact, forget about the bedroom, there's a storeroom over there that’s unfrequented. God knows your staring is making me wild as it is.” She turned and left the room, the gentle sway of her hips beckoning him to follow her. And follow he did.

Thomas fucking Shelby following after a girl, his brothers would’ve had a field day had they learnt of it. 

But he didn’t care. All he knew was that he wanted her.  

He wanted to fuck her till she screamed his name. 

He wanted to fuck her till she couldn’t walk. 

He wanted to fuck her till she was a crying mess. 

The storeroom was quite spacious, like most of the rooms of this manor. But he wasn’t here to admire this. No. He came here for her. As soon as the latch to the door was shut closed, their lips crashed together. 

Oh! He could have had her then and there, her lips were so incredibly soft and moulded with his so fucking perfectly. Her hands found themselves in his hair and she tugged lightly, making him crazy at her touch, while his hands kneaded her supple buttocks. She might’ve been slim, but she was certainly well endowed in just the right areas. 

She soon broke the kiss and quickly worked to unbutton her dress, looking at him as he did, and that smile. That fucking smile of hers. Thomas didn’t know anyone more lovely than her. 

She stripped down to her chemise, her garter bands visible underneath. He couldn’t control himself at the sight of her lovely frame. His hands soon brought the straps of her flimsy cover down, exposing her delicate brassiere which was also discarded on the floor. 

She looked glorious standing in front of him, in just her garter bands and stockings. He would fuck her with those on he decided. The sight of her thighs in those were making the tent in his pants so painfully obvious. 

She undid his suspenders, kneeling down as she pulled his trousers down, freeing his throbbing red cock from it’s tight restraints. She blushed a little at the obscene sight, sure she’d seen her fair share of cocks, but none as majestic as his. Tommy Shelby had drawn him to her because of his deep voice, but his huge cock, now that was a brilliant surprise. The London chaps she’d been with just couldn’t compare.  

She licked the precum that was dripping from his tip, making him shudder in anticipation and little by little she licked the length of his entire shaft, making sure to drag her tongue along every crevice. She held her cock in both hands, it’s sheer size making her marvel. As Tommy looked down, the sight below him was eliciting a dark reaction inside of him, her little dainty fingers wrapped around his manhood. God! She looked so very small. 

She sucked his cock, trying her best to take in as much as she could. She was diligent, for sure, doing her best to make him happy, taking small breaths, accommodating her throat for his dick and working her hands constantly along his shaft or his balls. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” he breathed out raspily. She was an angel.  

An angel sent just to fuck him. He didn’t know any woman or whore that was doing the things she was. But here she was, a little thing like her milking his cock like a good girl. 

He grabbed her hair, lightly bucking his hips inside of her mouth. She seemed to be suffocating almost, his big dick choking her. Almost. 

“Just like that baby, just like that.” 

Fuck! She was such a good girl, holding her cries till he released his load inside of her mouth. “Swallow.” he commanded. She was a glorious mess, doing as he commanded her.  

Her eyes were watery, and her mouth was thoroughly abused, but she still looked at him with devotion laced in her beautiful eyes. 

He lifted her off the ground and laid her on the table like surface. He spread her legs wide open with his hands and marveled at the sight. Her throbbing cunt, glistening in arousal looked so warm, so inviting. He kissed her on the lips once more and dove in to eat her out, but a small hand covered the entrance.  

“She might be done soon, so, please just fuck me.” she cried, so obviously starved for him. 

He wasted no time and rubbed her clit, making sure her entrance was slick enough, and she was, so incredibly wet for him. He lined his dick to the entrance of her pussy and thrusted lightly. Just the tip he moaned. Just the tip and she was already on the verge of tears. 

“Just breathe, love. Just breathe for me, eh?” he cooed in her ear as his hips thrusted in small motions to enter her tight cave, rubbing her clit as he did. And then with a final thrust he entered her pussy. 

God! She felt so good. Her tight walls caved around his cock, stimulating him in ways he didn’t think possible. His motions became faster as her cries became louder. 

“Tommy!” she moaned over and over again, seemingly unable to formulate any coherent sentences, her brain clogged with the intense pleasure of his cock ramming into her.  

“You fit me so well, Y/N. I’m never letting go of you or your tight fucking pussy after this.” he moaned in her ear. 

The constant slapping of skin and unbridled moans didn’t leave much to the imagination of the maids and butlers that might’ve overheard, but they didn’t care. All they knew was that they were nearing their release and it just felt so fucking good. 

“Tommy, I’m close.” she managed to stumble out the words. 

“Wait for me, love. You’re gonna cum when I tell you to.” he groaned as he fastened his pace, evidently nearing his release. 

And with a final thrust, he whispered in her ear and they let go. They were quite the pair to look at. Him, with his trousers on the floor, his hands gripping onto her waists and his eyes never leaving hers and she, with her damn naked body, her tear streaked cheeks and her smudged lipstick. 

Tommy gave her a sweet kiss to her forehead and wrapped his arms around her naked body as they remained in the warm embrace. Their heartbeats were gradually returning to usual, and their panted breathing became steadier. 

He retrieved a handkerchief from his pockets and delicately cleaned her sore entrance. The evidence of their lovemaking spilled lewdly on the floor; it was to be someone else’s problem, not theirs. He slipped the stained handkerchief into his pockets and helped her dress. She seemed incredibly satiated as she stared at him with sheer fondness in her eyes. 

Tommy knew that he couldn’t let go of her now. Not after this.  

She was his, even if she didn’t know it yet. 

“We best get going now, love.” he told her as he waited for her to gather herself together.  

“Wait, silly, you’ve got lipstick on your nose.” she giggled as she rubbed the scarlet red lipstick off for him, standing on the tip of her toes. 

She moved to open the door, but her steps felt awkward. He chuckled at her attempt to walk and offered his hand so she may lean on him. The walk back to the table was interesting, with her uncharacteristic gait and lipstick that seemed to have been smudged clean, and his hair that had been slightly disheveled and lips that held the faintest smile. 

Both looked nothing like they had a few moments prior. If the maids noticed the obvious change, they didn’t comment on it as they dutifully carried out their tasks, making the most possible effort to not offend the pair as they walked through the halls.  

May arrived a few minutes later rambling about how much she would’ve loved to cut the call halfway, had Sir Ascot not been an influential member of the Board. She had been so engrossed in her rant that perhaps, she didn’t notice the obvious change in the mood. 

She also didn’t notice the fact that Thomas Shelby’s eyes never once left her sister-in-law who insouciantly continued drinking her tea that was far too cold by now. 

“Well, May, my stay here has been lovely, but I best get going now.” he uttered at last, the business back at home didn’t wait for no one, especially not for him to fuck posh girls. 

“Indeed, I assume you must have your work cut out for you and oh! I forgot to tell you this morning that I’ve had your car stocked up with engine oil, so, it’ll be a smooth ride home.”  

“Thank you for that, May.” he put on his coat and thanked her for her gracious hosting. 

“Tommy.” she called out as he stepped into his vehicle. “Will I see you again?”  

“I’m sure we’ll cross paths again, Miss Carleton.”  

Miss not Mrs. because his eyes, as he spoke those words weren’t on the woman in front of him, but rather they were on the girl that stood at the doorway, a mischievous smile dancing on her lips. 

Ah! That smile. 

The drive home was brisk, his mind occupied with the image of her and that darn smile. He may have been back in Birmingham, but he knew that apart of his mind had been left behind with a particularly charming girl in the Carleton Estate. 

[mikka-minns]

I saw on twitter a hc/theory that Pigsy is "dadsy" and Tang is "Mister Tang" Because Tang purposely let himself be the "less of a parent, more of a teacher" So that Pigsy has space to get used to being a parent and so that Tang doesnt steal the spotlight from him. So even tho he is there for Mk like a second dad, he doesnt get much of a dad treatement.

That kinda broke me ngl. And it does sound pretty Canon

But here's my own headcanon that came to me randomly to cheer me up

When MK was little he called them both "dad" or "papa", but didnt have a specific name for either so it became confusing

He started calling Pigsy "dadsy" as a nickname at some point and it stuck. He continued calling Tang "dad".

Later, he tried to give Tang a similar nickname but nothing felt right.

Mk: "dad Tang"? No. "tadad"? Worse. "Dang-?" WAIT NO-

Pigsy and Tang: *bursting into laughter*

Mk: STOP! IT SLIPPED OUT! >:(

They teased him about it for a bit. For a while, whenever Tang would walk into a room where MK and Pigsy where, Pigsy would yell "DANG!", Tang would do a "😏😘" face and they would both start laughting while Mk just pouts in embarasment. He calls Tang "Mister Tang" to be petty. His dads things its the funniest shit ever.

As Mk grows up, "Mister Tang" becomes more of an affectionete nickname than a petty one. Mostly cuz he got used to it and Pigsy doesnt cat-call Tang as often.

He still does it and the two do laugh, but mk just looks at the unamused

Mk: 😑is this necessery?

Pigsy: Yes

Tang: dont like your dads apriciating each other's company?😏

Mk: 😑 guys, please

Self-indulgent, but they deserve some nice headcanons.

I might make a post of small fluffy lmk headcanons too (w a lot of freenoodles family Ones)

[wukong-s-only-wife5000]

LMK!Macaque: Numbers.

Content/Trigger Warnings: N/A.

Authors Notes: Thought this was too funny not to post. Sure, it's short, but I may or may not edit it.

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“So…” Wukong eyed Macaque suspiciously. “What has you so… Happy?”

“What, can't I just be in a good mood?” Macaque looked at Wukong with a raised brow. 

“You? Barely,”

“Rude,” he chuckled. “Well, I just am.”

“What, you get a girlfriend or something?”

“It's a… Work in progress,” he said without even thinking.

“Ha!” Wukong laughed, thinking he was joking… But it set in quickly that Macaque was serious. “Wait, you're serious?!”

“Jealous?” he smirked at the Monkey King.

“Who the hell would wanna be with an emo boy like yo-” it clicked quickly, and the look of terror that appeared on Wukong's face was amusing. “DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, MISTER!” He suddenly snapped, which made MK jump out of his sleep. “I'm not going to let you infect my precious sister with your… Youness,”

“Well, me and my friend (Y/n) get along pretty well,” 

Oh, how Macaque cherished that horrified expression. 

“SINCE WHEN ARE YOU ANYTHING CLOSE TO BEING FRIENDS?!”

“Somebody's sounding jealous~” Macaque teased the Great Sage. 

“Make no mistake, you me wannabe, (Y/n) would never-”

“I don't know, she seemed pretty interested when we saw each other last week,”

Wukong tore a bit at the thought of you talking to Macaque while you hadn't responded to his 558 messages and 54 calls. He'd visit, but if you were ignoring him, then he didn't want to anger you… He'd learned his lesson.

Macaque couldn't believe how easy it was to trigger Wukong. 

“What's wrong, bud?” Macaque teased. “Didn't she tell you about it?”

“Of course she did! She tells me everything!” he snapped, though he was overflowing with betrayal. How could you talk to Macaque but not him? He's your best friend! How much longer can you possibly stay mad at him?!

“Oh, so she told you to give me her number since she was in a rush,” Macaque looked over Wukong’s face.

“Of course she did!” he huffed and folded his arms. “I just don't want to.”

“Sure you wanna do that?” he chuckled and folded his arms. “Isn't she not talking to you right now? Do you really want to risk her getting more mad at you?” that made Wukong twitch at the thought. 

He was silent for a very long time before he grumbled and snatched the phone, stubbornly putting in the number under the name-

“Wukong’s Best Friend,” Macaque mused as he looked at the contact.

“And don't you forget it!” Wukong huffed as he folded his arms. 

“Thanks a lot, bud, that was easier than I thought it was gonna be,” he mused and opened a portal under him.

“W-Wait, what do you mean by that?!” he tried to grab Macaque.

“Later, Wukong. Thanks again for the number, bud,” the emo monkey grinned before he dropped into the shadow portal without a trace. Leaving behind an even more ticked-off Monkey King. 

Damn him. Wukong swore to himself.

[helleboretks]

HAH! Got 'Em!!!

Hello hello hello! First fic in a couple months for my newest fandom Lego Monkie Kid! This is a Lee!Nezha, Lers!Wukong, Mei and MK ticklefic, so if it isn't your forte, no need to read!

(This is Nezha, if anyone wants to gaze upon this absolutely beautiful specimen uwu)

Summary: Wukong wanted to test out if their resident Third Lotus Prince was ticklish. Only Buddha knows what kind of chaos arose from it.

“This is purely experimentative, kid.”

“No it isn’t, Monkey King.”

“Yeaaaaah-no, no it isn’t.”

Mk snorted with a roll of his eyes as Wukong took a few strands of fur from his head, gently blowing on them to produce a few feathers.

“C’mon! You can’t say you’re not curious. I know that look in your eye.” He was right, of course, Mk was pretty curious about this idea too. Would Nezha actually be ticklish? Given that he was reincarnated from a plant-a lotus no less-there had to be something his body did and didn’t replicate from the original, right?

“Has he ever even been tickled before?” Mk wonders aloud, sitting down in the seat next to Wukong. The Noodle Shop was pretty empty today save for his friends and, well obviously, the Lotus Prince himself. Mk’s both surprised and relieved that the man actually found time to take a break, and even felt honored that he’d want to spend it here, with them.

Now he’s wondering how long it’ll be until he regrets it.

“Hmm, not from what I can recall? No???” Monkey King squeaked, looking as if he was seriously racking his brain for some kind of memory. “Yeah no, not from what I can remember.”

“If he’s actually ticklish you’re going to kill him.”

“Oh Pfft, nah he won’t die. You can’t die like that! I think.”

Mk was not about to tell Monkey King that you can, in fact, meet death by tickling. Not right now at least.

No one seemed to notice the little cluster of feathers floating closer and closer to the prince, who found himself in a rather engaging conversation with Tang about some history or other that Mk couldn’t parse out. They both waited with bated breath as he shifted his arms to rest comfortably on the counter.

“Welp, I’ve got nothing to lose.” Famous last words, but alright.

And then the feathers shot into Nezha’s armor.

And look-

LOOK-

The sheer volume of the scream Nezha let out as he flew right off the chair-Mk couldn’t help but crack up laughing as Wukong ducked under the table in surprise, trying to stifle his own laughter.

“HAH!! GOT ‘EEEEEEEEEEEM!!!” Mk screamed as Nezha grabbed and tussled at his clothing, shrieks erupting from his throat.

“Lotus boy!? Mk what did you do!?” Mei exclaimed, clearly less intent on helping and more intent on actually knowing what the fuck they had done.

“THERE’S SOMETHING IN MY ARMOR! THEHEHERE’S-OH MY GOHOHOD WHAT THE FU-” You could just hear Wukong’s dry wheeze from under the table as Nezha’s franticness caused him to bump into one of the chairs, practically crumbling onto one of the tables as Tang choked on his noodles with a chortle.

“Are you-Oh my god, Lotus boy’s ticklish!” Mk nodded to Mei’s statement, and honestly, he was pretty surprised by just how much those feathers affected the man. He was laughing up a storm from wherever those feathers were tickling him, Mk couldn’t really see where they were, but he knew they were doing something.

Or he’d probably just never been tickled in his life and the sensation shocked his soul right out of his body.

That’s also a possibility.

“What the hell? Oi, Monkey King, is this your doing?!” Apparently Pigsy had been the first one to catch onto the real culprit, and Mk banged a fist against the table with a snort as Wukong let out an offended gasp from his hiding spot, popping out into the open.

“I will have you know, mister man of the pigs! I didn’t do nothing!” Wukong sassed, shaking his head from side to side, wagging his finger disapprovingly. That, however, masked the fact that he was probably making those feathers move even faster, because Nezha’s laughter went up an octave right after.

“WUKOHOHOHONG!!! I-I’M GOHONNA KIHIHIHILL YOU-” Monkey King gave an especially skeptical look, turning to Mk, who too was laughing hysterically, just not from the result of being tickled himself. “Yakow, I’m not so sure he’s actually going to do it. I mean, look at the guy! Look at him, take a good look!” Monkey King jested, grabbing Mk by the cheeks and directing his attention back to Nezha.

He could see Nezha, half his body on the table, the other half on the floor as he gripped the edges of the wood, laughing up a storm as he practically vibrated like mad. His face was alight in an adorable blush of pink, eyes squeezed shut with a wobbly, wide grin to boot. He really didn’t look anywhere close to being capable of killing Monkey King in the state he was in.

But then he saw Mei hopped off her seat, a damn near devilish look on her face.

He knew Nezha was in for some shit.

“Here! Lemme help you out, buddy!” Mei spoke too cheerfully to be anything but a trap, but with the way the Lotus Prince was too preoccupied trying to get a grip of himself, he realized that fact a little too late, practically squealing as Mei snatched him by the sides, skittering her nails all over.

Wukong laughed as Nezha flew back unintentionally, right into the person who was making it worse. He kicked his legs as Mei struggled to hold him up with a huffing laugh, scrambling to grab her biceps and shake them.

And not for the first time, Mk doesn’t see the stoic Lotus Prince persona that Nezha tries so hard to keep up. He just sees Nezha; a man who seriously needs a break, and a little too ticklish for his own good.

So you can’t entirely blame Mk for wanting to be a prick.

He jumps over the table, letting out a weird as hell war cry before snatching Nezha by the legs. “YOU’RE COMIN’ WITH ME, MY DUDE-”

Nezha shrieked as Mk began to drag him around the floor, Tang really choking on his noodles as Mei howled with laughter, whipping out her phone to record the absolute madness. Nezha was gripping his ribs-which is probably where Wukong’s feathers are- shaking his head manically as he tried to wrench himself from Mk’s grasp.

“MK, NAHAHAHA-” “HEY!! I just cleaned those floors, kid!!!” Wukong slapped his hand on the table repeatedly as Pigsy called out, and Mk defiantly continued to drag this man everywhere he could, still carefully avoiding chairs and table legs as he went.

“WELL I’M USIN’ IT, DADSY, I’M BUSY!!” Mk shouted back as Mei followed behind him, catching it all on video.

“The poor man! Mk no!” Tang laughed, clearly not as against it as Pigsy is, who stared in dumbfounded disbelief as the two kids messed with the Lotus Prince himself. Nezha, meanwhile, was trying to cling onto anything with a solid structure but was doing nothing other than dragging chairs and tables out of place in his hysteria.

“Look at this BOI-” Mei cheered, causing Mk to wheeze as he shook Nezha’s legs from side to side, the man letting out a squeak as Wukong hopped over.

“WAIT, I GOT THIS!!” That was the only warning that any of them had gotten before a whole barrage of feathers descended on the prince, who screamed in shock before that shock quickly dissolved into the most batshit manic laughter Mk had ever bore witness to.

Mei wheezed, the grip on her phone trembling as the man on the ground thrashed damn near violently, and Mk had to hold tighter onto his legs so he wouldn’t get himself a boot to the face.

“I. AM. FEATHER-BUDDHA!!!” Wukong cried, throwing his hands dramatically into the air as Mei got the bright idea to place her phone down, grab Nezha’s arms, and hoist him the rest of the way up.

“FEATHER JESUS-” She cried just as dramatically as the two swung the prince back and forth, laughing themselves silly as Nezha laughed himself into a tizzy.

For a split second, Mk swore he saw macaque walk in, stare, and then slide right back out in one smooth motion and just-wow, what a great cameo.

“MACAHAHAHAQUE, YOU TRAHAITOR-” Oh he saw him, oh shit-

“I do not exist. Good luck.” Wukong wheezed and almost fell off the damn table as Macaque took his seat at the counter, turning away as if he weren’t just called out to.

“GUHUHUYS, QUIT IHIHIHIT!! PLEHEHEHEAAHAHASE-” Nezha pleaded, trying so desperately to wiggle his way out of the situation. Mk took the liberty of being the local gremlin.

“Ohohoho! But my little nezzy-wezzy-” So many wheezes wrung out at once as Nezha shrieked in embarrassment. Mk hoisted him up so that he had a grip of his knees, Mei slowing down the swinging to a stop as Mk jostled him further.

Wukong, sensing that some more shit was going to go down, slowed the feathers to somewhat of a more breathable speed, and Nezha choked on the breath he sucked in. The smile that forced itself onto his face was both down-right adorable, and freakishly foreign to him. That is something that’s going to have to change, then.

“You know, to be the best gremlin out there, all bets are off the table.” Mk dramatically announced. “AND SO!!” Nezha jumped at the loud tone, anticipatory giggles already spilling from his lips.

“What the heck he’s already laughing, awe-AND SO,” Mk repeated with a dramatic pause. “Mei, get his shirt.”

His bestie didn’t need to be told twice, Nezha letting out a shriek as she pulled his shirt up and away from his belly. “LOCAL GREMLINS!! ASSEMBLE!!!” She cried-

Right as Mk blew a raspberry into the center of Nezha’s belly.

There was a loud pop as Nezha exploded into laughter, and a few gasps and awes went around as a pink glow tinged Mk’s peripheral.

He continued to blow raspberry after raspberry with hardly any pause, and he probably would have winced given just how loud and downright evil Nezha’s laughter was, giggles and cackles as he thrashed and squirmed. It was absolutely hilarious.

“HE’S EXPLODING PETALS, MK!!” Mk paused in his raspberry blowing to pinch at the back of his knees, causing a knee-jerk reaction as he grinned at the petals that had shot out into existence, floating to the ground as Nezha snorted.

“God damn, the guy’s got a set of lungs.” Macaque chuckled, placing his hands over his ears with a grin. Mk laughed with a shake of his head, before diving straight back in, this time nibbling with an added sound effect of ‘nom nom nom’.

The petals exploded from him again.

“MK STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP OHMYGOD PLEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHASE!!!!” Nezha cried as if his life depended on it, repeated pops that were just too cute to be real filled the room as the distinct smell of lotuses overwhelmed Mk’s nose as he just kept going and going, blow after blow after blow after-

“JESUS CHRIST KID, GIVE THE MAN A BREAK!!” His record broke with a laugh with the way Pigsy had to shout so loud just to be heard over Nezha’s screaming.

It was when Nezha was so weak that all he could do was tremble and laugh, that Wukong removed the feathers and poofed them into hair, when Mei and he finally-gently-placed him on the floor, and Mk had ceased his merciless tickling, that the man gulped down proper breath since the whole ordeal began.

“Ohohoho, that was golden!” Wukong laughed as he answered to Mk’s high five, Macaque snorting at the way Nezha curled up into a tight little ball, lotus petals surrounding and covering him as he lightly tried to fan his face in hopes of ridding the embarrassed and exhausted blush on his cheeks.

“You damn near killed him, you idiots.” Pigsy sighed in exasperation, looking over the mess that had become his shop within a matter of minutes in very heavy disappointment.

“What-” Nezha panted as he sat up, burning with the rest of his gradually dying embarrassment. “What was that!? Wha-what did you do??” Mk tilted his head in amused confusion, as did Mei and Wukong. “C’mon dude, it’s just tickling! It’s not like it can hurt ya!” Mei dismissed.

A silence was Nezha’s response.

Silence soon enveloped the shop.

“You…you do know what that is, right? Nezha?” Wukong asked with a tilt of his head, this one verging on the dangerous territory of ‘this better be a fucking joke or I swear to the Celestials-’

Nezha just stared at them like they’d grown three heads.

“Oh my God he doesn’t know what tickling is-”

“THE POOR BOIO-”

Nezha yelped as Mei latched onto him in a tight embrace, which caused Mk to automatically snort. Oh this was just sad, both the hilarious kind and also the not-hilarious kind.

Staying in one room to protect a map for thousands of years really must do something to ya, huh?

“I’m actually fucking remorseful. I send my regards.” Macaque hummed, before giving a half-assed salute. “See you on the other side, Lotus Prince.” And then he disappeared into the counter’s shadow. Just like the shifty monkey, doing something like that.

“This is gonna go terribly.” Tang interjected, polishing off his third bowl.

“I’m actually thinking of closing the shop for today, I can’t believe this.” Pigsy grumbled, retreating back into the safety of his kitchen.

Nezha, during all of this, seemed to grow even more confused as the multiple comments were shot fired, and he looked at Mk who only gave him a solemn grin, because even he wasn’t about to mess up what would be-

“This will be the greatest day of your life, Lotus Boy!”

The most disastrous day of his life, courtesy of the local menace, Mei.

“Now! First on my list would be some hands on experience-”

Nezha let out a shrill shriek as Mei’s hands immediately dive for his sides.

A shriek that will be just one of way, way, way too many to come.

[nekohime19]

Heart behind the lie # 33 : to flirt or not to flirt

Monkeys tries to navigate through jealousy

Sun Wukong, the Great sage equal to heaven, the victorious fighting Buddha, the Handsome Monkey King, had never felt more powerless in his entire life. As he stood dumbly before the remains of Macaque's once seat, he cursed his own mouth for being so loose. Not that he thought he said anything objectively wrong, he only said the truth : the huli jing wouldn't be able to seduce him, for already knew her ways (considering he used the same ways in his time to trick his enemies). But even so, he could have worded better. Perhaps, bragging about how he used to charm his foes wasn't his smartest move, especially since he called the huli jing cute (it was meant to be mocking, but it could have come off as an endearment for anyone not seeing the sneer on the edge of his lips). 

In any case, whatever the reason for Macaque's outburst, the sage knew he had to at least apologize and explain himself, in hope of clarifying that no one was able to catch his eyes when his gaze was already turned towards his moon. The solution was quite simple in itself, they just had to talk, yet Sun Wukong felt incredibly nervous. Even with all his experiences in seducing, the sage was still a novice when it came to actual relationships. He never loved anyone but Macaque, pushing away any other suitors chasing after him, as such he didn't really know how to approach this situation. Did he need to apologize on his knees? Or simply talking about it was enough? Did he need to bring offerings? How much could he act like a lover? 

Sun Wukong had never been one for apologies, he often preferred actions over words. It isn't as if he never apologized, he did say sorry to Macaque for their past (often with tears eating his face) but it was still difficult to word it right. The King was brought out of his fretting by his mentee's inquiries. 

“You're okay Monkey King? What happened?” Asked MK with a tilted head, throwing one or two worried glances to the seat's remains. 

“Y-yeah, I'm okay.” Awkwardly chuckled the sage, not really knowing how to explain what happened. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Cheng was more than happy to explain everything. 

“From what I gathered, one of the contestants flirted with my brother. Then my brother proceeded to tell me how he would not fall for it and how it was cute she was even trying because he is a master of seduction and seduced a lot of people in his time.” They all turned towards the sage with various degrees of disappointment or bewilderment, Sun Wukong felt a cold sweat run on his temples, he internally cursed Cheng. 

“This guy…” Sighed Mei as she face-palmed. 

“Okay… It’s not your smartest move Monkey King but it's not terrible! You didn't really flirted back.” Awkwardly chuckled his mentee, ever the optimistic. 

“You'd be dead if you really flirted back, immortalities be damned.” Snorted the peacock, the sage wanted oh so badly to smack him in the head. 

“How do I talk to him?” Asked the King, because this is what he truly wanted to know. He mainly looked at Sandy, knowing that the giant had the greatest advice when it came to communication.

 “I think you just have to ask him, Mister King. Say that you want to talk about what happened but don't pressure him either, if he doesn't feel like talking right now, don't force him.” Wisely replied the tea-lover, like always a fountain of wisdom when it came to those matters. Sun Wukong half-wanted to beg Sandy for a therapy session, knowing it would be easier to express himself in a more familiar setting. Yet there was a part of him who wished to resolve this without recurring to therapy. Until now, they both never really tried to talk about this sort of issue outside of Sandy's session, and while Wukong was grateful for the sessions (he ought to give Sandy something for putting up with them) he also wanted to be able to confront Macaque without needing someone to create a bridge between them. He was also very aware that this situation stemmed from their uncertain relationship and its newest romantic nature and Sun Wukong wasn't ready to tell anyone about the messy feelings he was navigating through with Macaque, at least not without Macaque explicit agreement on the matter. 

“Okay, yeah, sounds right.” Mumbled the sage, he was stopped by the kids before he could leap in the sky. 

“And invite him on a date!” Called MK without a speck of shame. The sage faltered, cheeks burning, and turned towards his mentee with a squeak on his lips. 

“Yeah! We planned something for you both!” Added the dragon girl with an excited smile. Sun Wukong stayed a few seconds dumbfounded, trying to process what he just heard. He strangled himself with his own spit and hid himself behind his palm once he fully realized what they were both proposing. 

“I-I'm not… what?” Mumbled the sage with flushed cheeks. 

“Don't even try to deny your feelings Monkey King.” Snorted the girl with a knowing look. 

“W-whatever, I'm going home.” Grumbled the King, he took flight without even waiting for the other's replies, already knowing the quips waiting on the kids’ lips, or the mocking word on the tip of his so-called brother's peak. 

He transformed back the moment he touched the palace ground. The sage hurried towards Macaque's room, not wanting to let this problem fester like an infected wound. He stopped once he caught sight of his room and hesitated a few seconds before rushing in it. The sage quickly brushed aside any stray strands, making sure he looked at least presentable, and then ran to the kitchen to steal a basket and fill it with only the freshest of mangoes. Once everything was ready, he took a deep breath to steady himself and walked towards Macaque's room, gently knocking on the door. He waited a few seconds, tail twisted nervously, and startled when the door opened. Macaque looked quite rough, eyes glistening with a thin veil of frustrated tears, lips slightly bitten by one of his fangs and tail lashing quietly at his feet, swishing angrily in-between his feet. The warrior's eyes widened when he noticed Wukong and his grip on the door handle tightened. The King pushed the basket in his face before he could close the door. 

“H-here!” Squeaked Sun Wukong, embarrassed by how his own voice wavered. Macaque blinked, probably caught off guard by the basket thrown in his face, and lowered Sun Wukong's hand, softly taking the basket form the sage. “Can we talk?” hopefully asked the sage, he tried to not sound too desperate, but the edge in his voice probably betrayed him, Macaque face softened when he heard it. The warrior looked back and forth between the basket filled with mangoes and Sun Wukong for a few seconds before stepping aside, allowing the sage to enter. 

Sun Wukong walked in stiff as a piece of wood, he awkwardly stood in the room's heart not knowing where to sit, or if he was even allowed to sit. Macaque closed the door and put the basket on the table by the window, the sun glided on the mangoes, embracing them lovingly. Then, Macaque turned towards him, arms crossed on his chest and gaze lowered on his feet. 

“What do you want to talk about?” Asked the warrior after a few minutes of excruciating silence. Sun Wukong put himself together and tied his tail to his ankle. 

“I… about the whole you destroying your seat thing…” Clarified the sage with fleeting eyes, Macaque flinched, tail swinging nervously at his feet.

“I…it’s nothing… just something I have to work on.” Sighed the warrior, obviously trying to brush the subject aside. Sun Wukong bit his lips, hesitating, wondering if pushing Macaque for an answer was the right thing to do. Sandy told him to not force Macaque and the sage knew he shouldn’t corner the other, yet he felt that if he let it go now, it would never be addressed again.

“I’m… I just wanna hear you. I-I know you’re upset, I think I know why but I… I don’t want to make any assumptions.” Because this is what tore them apart in the first place, putting words in the other mouth, not addressing anything as if ignoring the issues could make them disappear. They both decided to not do this again, to confront what festered between them before it could rot. Macaque flinched, he looked up at the sage, gaze softening ever so slightly.

“It’s… it’s dumb, really. Small.” Muttered the warrior.

“Still I want to hear it.” Replied the sage with an unwavering gaze. Macaque sighed, he sat on the edge of his bed and patted his left side, Sun Wukong immediately sat beside him, close enough to sense the other warmth but not to touch him. They both stayed quiet for a bit, not knowing where to begin. Sun Wukong thought of Sandy, of how the tea-lover would usually ease them in the talk. It often begins with a question, something small, that didn’t hold any accusations. He could do that, he could do small, harmless questions about Macaque’s feelings. Sun Wukong took a deep breath and stilled himself. “Were you jealous?” Macaque’s tail thumped angrily, leaving its mark on the sheets, and Sun Wukong berated himself, this wasn’t a small question. He immediately tried to backpedal. “I-I mean… nothing wrong there! Jealousy is a very… hm… natural thing that people do ? I get jealous all the time, no big deal…Not that you had any reason to be jealous, because, you know, I don’t care about that woman… like she can keep trying but I’m not… You’re my… actually I don’t really know what I can call you right now but, you know… you’re like the guy I kiss sometimes ?” Macaque tail lashed even more and he narrowed his eyes at him, Sun Wukong felt a cold sweat glide over his temples. “You’re more ! Obviously ! You’re more than the guy I kiss, like you’re above the kissing guy, if there is any hierarchy if I kissed other guys ??” Macaque growled at that, fangs brushing his lower lips. “I DON'T KISS OTHER PEOPLE !! You’re the only one I kiss…and I… should I just kill the woman ?” Asked the great sage in a desperate attempt to appease the fuming warrior beside him. 

“I’m gonna ignore that for now.” Sighed Macaque, tail still lashing behind him, Sun Wukong only nodded like a fool, not daring to talk anymore. “Concerning what happened, I guess… I was jealous.” The sage wanted to laugh at the “I guess”, because it was more of an evidence than a guess, but he wasn't brave enough to confront Macaque on that right now.

“Did I upset you?” Asked the sage. He could understand jealousy, he felt jealous plenty of times before, but what the warrior showed seemed more than just plain jealousy. Sun Wukong knew Macaque character. His moon wasn't the type to be consumed by his feelings, he was emotionally driven at times, of course, but he was usually more quiet, not one to destroy his seat in a jealousy fit. No. This was deeper. There was something more, something that has been festering inside of his warrior. 

“... It's just…I know you… flirted with your enemies before, I've read Journey to the west…but hearing you talk about it like that…” Macaque sighed, claws clutching his own arms, hiding himself from the world. “You… you never flirted with me like that.” Quietly admitted the warrior, voice at the edge of breaking apart. It pierced the King's chest, how frail the other sounded right now. He wanted nothing more than to scoop the shadow in his arms and curl around him forever, comforting him with every drop of softness still residing in his dried up heart. Macaque didn't need to say more, Sun Wukong heard enough to grasp what really bothered him. 

It was uncertainty. The doubts about their obscure relationship, the line they constantly towed without putting any words on it, not because they didn't want to, but because they decided to wait. Macaque heard him boast about his flirts, and doubted about the love the sage held for him, because the sage never flirted with him like that. It was perhaps selfish, but a part of him was elated that Macaque was bothered by the uncertainty, that he wasn't alone fretting about what they were, what they could do and couldn't as of now. Unfortunately, Sun Wukong didn't know what to do to ease both of their hearts while they were on this journey, the only thing he could do for now was to reassure the macaque and explain why he never tried flirting with him like that (as embarrassing as it was). 

“I… It’s not that I don’t want to be more bold with you… It's just… I can't.” Mumbled the King with heated cheeks. “I'm a mess around you… I can't be smooth… I just… I forgot everything when I look at you. And you're not like the others, I don't want to… play you like I play them.”

“O-oh…that's… I didn't think of it like that.”

“Yeah, embarrassing, I know.” Awkwardly chuckled the sage as he played with the tip of his claws. 

“Hey, I'm a mess around you too.” Replied Macaque as he bumped their shoulders together. Sun Wukong looked at him, breath held in his throat when he noticed his moon softened gaze. 

“Can't blame you, I'm irresistible.” Laughed the King, trying to hide his flushed cheeks with a cocky smile. Macaque rolled his eyes and pushed the sage away. 

“You can't be serious for two seconds.” Snorted the warrior. 

“I can be very serious!” Gasped the sage, greatly offended. “Look, this is my serious face.” Sun Wukong crossed his arms and lifted his chin, making a silly face on purpose. Macaque barked a laugh, bright and harsh, eyes crooked like moon crescents. 

“You look like a hamster!” Roared the warrior as he clutched his stomach. 

“I do not, lie and slander!” 

“Aw, the wittle hamster is angry!” Sun Wukong tried to cease the other's laughter, gently fighting him to stop his snickers from spilling outside of his lips. They eventually stumbled on the bed, tangled together, both still play fighting with each other. Sun Wukong was trying to silence the other very offending laughters with his paws, softly pawing the warrior's face to cover his mouth. Macaque, obviously, wasn't letting him do as he pleased and was pushing his hands away while still laughing to his heart content. The sage was pierced by a bout of nostalgia as he fighted with his moon, this was something they did a lot in their younger days. Stumbling in the sun-drenched grass together while trying to pounce on the other and claim victory. Of course, they were a lot gentler now, both afraid of hurting the other. Still, it warmed the sage's heart to be able to do this sort of thing again. Macaque emerged victorious from their play, landing on top of the sage with a smug smirk etched on his lips. 

“I let you win.” Huffed the sage with crossed arms. 

“Being a sore loser doesn't suit you, peaches.” The nickname stumbled on the warrior's lips with an aching familiarity, Sun Wukong stiffened when he heard it, heart leaping out of his chest. He also felt the warrior tense, probably realizing what he just said. 

“I-I'm not being a sore loser, it j-just the truth, m-mangoes.” It was incredibly awkward, but at least it appeased the warrior's stiff stance. Macaque left the sage's lap and sat beside him. 

“You think maybe we should talk to Sandy about this… relationship of ours?” Asked the King, partially because he needed to change the subject after Macaque's slip of tongue (“peaches” was still echoing in his ears, never leaving him) but also because he thought Sandy could help them with what they were navigating through. Sun Wukong was glad he managed to talk with Macaque without any help this time, but he knew very well his own limits, and he wasn't sure he could solve what was bothering them on his own. “I'm sure he wouldn't say anything to anyone if we told him to keep it a secret.”

“Yeah…maybe we could ask for advice.” Agreed the warrior. “It's been a long time since we did any therapy sessions together by the way.”

“Yeah… Actually I haven't had another solo session since the first, what about you ? You said you wanted to do one, no?”

“Yeah, I might do it after we leave this place.” They both stood in a peaceful silence, neither wanting to leave this moment. Sun Wukong looked up at Macaque, who was sitting beside his head, leaning on the bed head. He looked peaceful, no longer crushed by the weight of his anger, tail flickering lazily on the bed sheet. Sun Wukong shuddered when the ebony tail brushed against his ribs, he grazed it with his claws and, seeing that Macaque didn't didn't do anything to stop him, he began to groom it. It was nostalgic to feel Macaque's fur glide over his fingers. Macaque's tail had always been longer and slicker than his, while his own fur tended to curl in a tangled mess, Macaque's was straight and thinner, thus it didn't have nearly as many knots as his. Yet Sun Wukong didn't stop grooming it, enjoying the way the tip of the tail curled around his wrist in a show of quiet affection. 

They eventually rose from the bed when they heard the others came back, they both awkwardly coughed to hide the smiles biting their lips and left the room with the tip of their tails intertwined. The kids brightly smiled the second they spotted them, giggling at their intertwined tails, both monkeys flushed a bit and took a step back from each other. 

“Oh, oh, oh, you both made up!” Snorted the dragon girl. 

“Monkey King, did you invite Mac on a date like we told you!?” Eagerly asked his mentee. 

“What date–” Sun Wukong cut the warrior before he could end his sentence. 

“Nothing! Nothing! It's… late, isn't it?? You all must be angry!!” It was in fact not late at all, but he silenced the kids with a glare and dared the others to say anything about it with an angry flick of tail. 

The rest of the day was spent comfortably, both monkeys silently agreed that they would talk with Sandy another time, both already emotionally drained by the day's feelings. After a well-deserved dinner the sage returned to the ship with Sandy, not wanting to sleep without his lil bud (and Macaque's scar). 

“So how did this first trial go?” Asked one of his clones as the sage retreated to his room (and admittedly Macaque's). Sun Wukong hesitated a little, not wanting to cause a riot, he knew how intense his own clones could be. But he also knew they would learn what happened even if he tried to hide it from them, they had their ways. 

“Well…hm…there was a woman. A huli jing. She kinda flirted with me? Macaque didn't like that…” Awkwardly explained the sage as he changed clothes, slipping in his pajamas. 

“... So is Macaque angry at you?” Asked one of the clones while petting Sock, who was purring happily on said clone's lap. 

“Honestly, an angry Mac sounds hot.” Chimed another clone with a dreamy sigh, the third one hit the dreamy clone before he could say more. 

“We talked. It's fine now… We agreed to ask Sandy for advice.” Replied Sun Wukong, ignoring the dreamy clone input, even if it wasn't untrue. 

“Wise choice, Sandy has the best advice.” 

“True, nothing happened to Sock while I was gone?” Asked Sun Wukong with narrowed eyes, he crouched in front of his lil lady and cooed lovingly at her. 

“Nope! We protected her with our lives, boss!” 

“A seagull tried to bother her but we took care of it.” Added the clone with Sock on his lap, a proud look on his face. 

“Good.” Purred the sage as he scratched under his lil lady chin. 

“But Boss, I think you should keep your distance from the huli jing!” Chimed one clone with fire in his eyes. 

“Yeah, as hot as angry Mac sounds, it'll be bad if he's really mad. Plus, the huli jing probably flirted because she wanted to win your favor and win the festival.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Sighed the King. “Also… Mac may have called me peaches…”

“Oh my Gods! Why didn't you begin with that!!” Squealed one clone. 

“Damn, that nickname really brought us back.”

“Good old days. Remember the first time he called us that? We pretended everything was fine in front of him, but then we were unable to hold our excitement and accidently broke several trees.” Cackled one of the clones, Sun Wukong chuckled at the fond memory, he took Sock and gently placed her on the bed, curling around her lovingly. 

“Mac looked good then, with his white fur and all!” Added another clone with a wagging tail. 

“Yeah! He looked like a lil moon rabbit, it was adorable!”Squealed a clone. 

“I think the back fur looks good too though. It's like the night sky, plus it looks very sex-” 

“Oh my Gods, is that all you're thinking about?” Complained Sun Wukong with flushed cheeks.

“I'm you, Boss, so it's on you. And it's not like we never thought about him this way. I remember a very embarrassing period in our younger days~”

“Gods, puberty was a mess. We're lucky Mac never noticed anything.” Agreed another clone. 

“OK, I don't want to talk about that. Let's call it a night, boys.” The clones whined but heeded his orders anyway, Sun Wukong didn't poof them (only because they swore they wouldn't cause any problems) and let them gossip about Macaque freely outside of his room. 

He left Sock in the clones’ care the morning after and rushed to the palace. The second trial took place rather early in the day, they all headed to the arena, now a little more familiar with the grounds, once again all clothed in black. The eagle explained the rules once the tribunes were filled, this time Sun Wukong spotted Macaque and the others, waving at them shyly from afar (he was elated to spot Macaque waving back). 

The second trial was rather simple, it was a test of wit, more precisely of military strategy. They prepared a war simulation on a screen elavated above the arena (a wonder of modern technology). Each contestant had to vocally control their own armies, moving them at their wills, to win they only had to crush the others armies. While Sun Wukong wasn't used to lead an army, he did have a good grasp of the battlefield, he wasn't worried about the outcome. 

“I hope you go easy on me, handsome~” Chuckled the huli jing while they all sat around a table, in the heart of the arena, where a more decent size screen was put (one more fitted for them). 

“My heart already belongs to another.” Replied the sage without an ounce of doubt, the other contestant (the red masked person) chuckled at his cutting reply while the huli jing eyebrows twitched angrily. Monkey King paid them no mind and glanced at Macaque, using his golden eyes to see his reaction, the Six-eared warrior was blushing, his tail swaying happily behind him. 

“Oh I don't worry about this sort of things, sweetheart. I'm a master when it comes to stealing hearts.” Snorted the woman, the sage gulped and glanced once more at his moon, Macaque was smiling (a hint of a fang on his lips). His eyes promised pain. 

Truly this woman was courting death. 

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[miserymerci]

<- Day 1: Snow Day 3: Entertain ->

Fluffy February Day 2: Eavesdrop - The Known, The Unknown, The Please Don’t Tell a Soul

@fluffyfebruary

Fandom: Lego Monkie Kid

Characters: MK and Sun Wukong

(Father-son relationship, comfort, attempt at humor)

Summary: Set sometime around S1 E7 (Impossible Delivery), MK finally begins training with Monkey King. The monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain have a lot to say about their king, however, and MK has a sneaking suspicion that he’s not supposed to know any of it.

“… and for the rest of that month, he couldn’t shake off any of the lice!”

MK was smacked by a tail and bulldozed into the rocks below.

“Oops– didn’t mean to hit you that hard. You alright?”

“Um,” said MK, slouched down in between two rocks that might have been one just a second ago, “yeah. I think so.”

Monkey King smiled, took his hand, and hoisted him up to his feet.

“Shake it off! Steady, now.”

“Guh,” said MK, intelligently. He swayed for a moment. “ Sorry .”

“Aw, it’s all right bud. I have quite the battle prowess, so nothing to be ashamed of.”

MK was pretty sure he would have held it out for at least another ten seconds, but he had just gotten distracted by that voice, was all. He rubbed his ears and looked around.

“–ellooo? Helloooo ?”

“Oh! Sorry, I… wasn’t listening.”

“I know ,” said Monkey King, watching him with a dry expression. “It’s kind of a problem.”

“What is?”

“The listening! You drive me crazy, kid. Let’s take a break.”

MK watched Monkey King kick up his cloud out of nowhere ( he wanted to be able to do that) and lay back on it.

“Monkey King– um, Mister Monkey King Sir ? There’s really no need to tab out for a break. I’m feeling great and pumped up, actually! Could go another round or two. Throw a few punches? Smack a few trees?”

“That’s great,” said Monkey King, not opening his eyes. “But don’t smack the trees. They’ve got monkeys on them.”

MK blinked. He turned over to the closest tree, and for the first time since that training session, he spotted little monkeys watching them from the foliage.

He waved. The baby monkeys squealed and scampered off into their parents’ laps.

“You still want to do things? Go pick some fruit or something,” said Monkey King, startling MK. “For training.”

“Right! Like weights! Building my biceps ,” said MK, as if he was catching on. He wasn’t, really.

“Exactly like that. Now go grab a basket. I’m replenishing my energy .”

Monkey King tilted his head back further, and MK was on his own.

“He hadn’t showered in weeks .”

“ Ick ! And what then, mama?”

MK glanced back at the tree of monkeys, but they were silent as can be. Some even looked at him funny.

Maybe he wasn’t quite on his own.

MK picked out a piece of his hair and blew it into a basket.

“He smelled like a rotten egg! The crows were trying to peck his eyes out, so we had to shove him into the waterfall.”

“Who said that?!” MK snapped, glaring.

“Err,” said Monkey King. “I didn’t say anything. You sure I didn’t hit you too hard?”

“No!”

Monkey King stared at him.

“Oh– I mean– no , you didn’t hit me too hard. I’m young and spry,” said MK, lifting up the basket as if it were some kind of example.

“I’m… sure you are?”

“And I’m going to pick some fruits now.”

“That’s nice, kid.”

“Everything’ll be alright.”

“Knock on wood.”

Monkey King continued staring at MK even as he turned his back and marched away.

“It’s alright, MK. Chill out. S’just a voice. You hear voices all the time in your head. Sometimes they come out of your mouth, sometimes they come out of other people’s mouths. It’s whatever.”

MK reached for the next branch and heaved himself up into a nook between the tree’s bark.

“You know what’s not ‘whatever’? You! Losing your cool to Monkey King like that. Ugh, embarrassing. Don’t be so overbearing. I mean– ancient mystic monkeys need their rest too, right? Err, or maybe dodging responsibilities. He did a lot of that in the stories. Oh, wow, am I a responsibility? Probably.”

He glared at an apricot that was probably laughing at him and plucked its smug face off of its stem. The apricot tossed and turned in his palms. Once he was sure it was worm-free, he dropped it into his empty basket.

“I don’t have to be a responsibility. I’m a big boy. I can handle myself– don’t need to be saved– I mean, being saved is for– well, 'responsibilities'. This successor is self-maintained!”

MK nodded to himself. He looked over the leaves in search of gold, and one apricot offered itself right in front of his face.

“Oh, thanks little apricot,” said MK, taking it.

Apricots had a lot of things: skin, fleshy insides, a seed. Apricots, however, did not have hands to offer themselves with. They also didn’t have eyes, according to everyone else. But MK had been passionately advocating otherwise.

Two monkeys blinked at him.

“You’re not an apricot,” said MK.

“You talk a lot,” said the smaller monkey.

MK squealed and fell out of the tree.

‘THUNK!’

“Oh, look, Child– now you’ve done it!” said a different voice.

“Sorry, Mama…”

Two blurbs blurred in and out of MK’s vision, like the little spots of color MK could never rub out of his eyes.

MK blinked.

“Talking monkeys,” he said, staring at the sky.

The little monkey snorted. “What would you be, then– oW! Mama .”

“Are you okay ? Prince? Hello ?”

One hand waved over MK’s face, small and fuzzy, and MK decided that yeah, no. This was just another mystic monkey thing that he’d have to accept.

“Um, yeah–,” said MK, rubbing his head. He needed literally all of his wits right now. “I’ve survived worse falls– uh, have you always been able to talk?”

“Yes,” said Mama, “but we’re not often understood by humans .”

“Good to know,” said MK, even though he wasn’t really sure if it was.

Mama grabbed the fruit basket with two little hands and handed it over. MK fought the urge to laugh (a tiny monkey picking up a basket– adorable) and thanked her.

“…So were you two the monkeys talking about Monkey King’s lice earlier?”

Child snickered.

“No,” said Child after Mama glared at her, “no, the troop just loves their stories, is all. And their ‘gossip’. Drives the King crazy, but that’s the best part.”

“Monkey King can hear you guys too?”

Mama and Child stared at him with their blank, beady eyes.

“ Alright I get it,” said MK with a wince. “Oh– but if Monkey King can hear monkeys talk, and I can hear monkeys talk… oh… oh! This is so cool ! We’re like… so in sync !”

Child hopped back from where MK was kicking his legs. She glared.

“Of course you’re in sync. You’re the Prince, dummy,” said Child.

MK snorted. “Thanks, but I’m a delivery boy who just-so-happened to pick up an ancient staff weighing roughly seventeen thousand nine hundred sixty-five pounds. HUP!” He flipped up to his feet and stretched.

“What are you even talking about,” said Mama.

“Do you have any other stories about Monkey King?” MK asked. “Well, I already know all the stories, but just in case there’s more I don’t know. Which is unlikely. I’m like… the number one Monkey King fanboy. And you guys are talking monkeys, which is so cool. I– oh.”

The two monkeys were gone.

“Soap is a lovely human invention, though, and Monkey King tried to make his own floral blend. Somehow, he made a balding formula, and his tail wouldn’t grow any fur for weeks.”

Monkey King took the end of the Staff and swung MK to the ground.

“ Very nice! But you gotta keep your eyes on me, bud. Doesn’t do any good if you’re not paying attention to the enemy.”

“That’s unfair. You don’t always look at me ,” said MK, taking Monkey King’s offered hand.

“Okay, but you’re a beginner . I’ve been in this game a lot longer than you have. I’m hyperaware ,” said Monkey King, waving his palms around.

“Doesn’t sound very fun.”

“It was like a huge naked worm,” said a distant voice.

“Uhhh, no. No, it’s not really,” said Monkey King to MK, not looking away from him. “But it’s for the greater good, and by greater good I mean for good. The hero stuff.”

“I like hero stuff,” said MK.

“Exactly. So if you wanna be a hero, you have to be hyperaware. That’s my point. You gotta get used to being conscious of everything that’s going on around you, even if it’s difficult.”

“I mean… it looked like a serious legless centipede… if you had taken a centipede but it didn’t have any legs, that’s probably what Monkey King’s tail would have looked like,” someone said distantly.

They stared at each other.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to do that,” said MK, determined to at least look like he was serious.

“ Hey , what did we say about confidence?”

“Ugghh. I will be able to do it.”

“…and then the shark said, ‘immortal this !’ and bit him in the nose.”

MK knocked into a branch.

“He was so sure he wasn’t allergic to pineapples, even though he got all puffy the last time he had one. We didn’t believe him, so he decided to eat another one…”

MK faceplanted into dirt.

“–but we all know what really happened to the banana.”

MK tripped over Monkey King’s foot.

“…really, he sees the Prince as his own.”

Monkey King pulled MK down and catapulted him into the sea.

The water roared and sizzed in MK’s ears, a mighty sound that left him chilled to the bone. MK probably should have thought about how much it had hurt, but instead, he found himself thinking: 'uhh, excuse me?'

Just as quickly, the bubbles whooshed away, and he was being held upside down by his frazzled mentor.

“Sorry. I don’t know why I did that,” said Monkey King with a smile that looked more like a wince. He righted MK carefully. “Um, you okay kid?”

“I guess so,” said MK, teeth chattering. The water dripped down his soppy clothes.

“I think I have a towel somewhere– training officially on hold. Come on.”

The mountain whispered to each other; slivers of secrets that weren’t really secrets at all. Once, MK hadn’t been able to hear them. Now that he could – well, he didn’t know– but Monkey King was tense, so maybe he should be too.

“You really think so?” the mountain said as they walked.

“Of course. Look at them. Would be silly to assume otherwise,” the mountain replied.

“Look at the pride.”

“Awh, the glow .”

“The denial.”

MK sniffled, hugging himself tighter. “Uh,” he said, ignoring the way his teeth clattered, “are you sure you have a towel?”

“I’m sure I do. I mean– lots of old whatchamacallits at the house. Don’t even know what’s in there. Probably a few towels,” said Monkey King.

“It’s lucky that stink isn’t a family trait,” said the mountain.

Monkey King’s nose twitched.

“Are you mad?” MK asked.

“Huh? At what, kid?”

“Uh– uh, I dunno. Just have a hunch,” he said as the monkeys giggled over Monkey King’s cute wittle baby teeth, and if MK had had them too.

“Nah,” said Monkey King, face warming up, “not mad. And not mad at you.”

MK’s mouth opened, then clicked closed.

“Oh… are you embarrassed?”

“Embarrassed!?” sputtered Monkey King. He didn’t turn back to look at MK, but his hand went up to make useless spinny gestures in the air. “The King of Monkeys– The Great Sage Equal to Heaven! That’s who I am! I’m not– hA ! I don’t get– hugh– embarrassed. The nerve of you, bud. All I did was throw you into the sea a little too hard.”

The mountain fell quiet. The waterfall roared, the leaves rustled, and back down on the shore, the waves lapped with a gentle ‘fshh…’ .

“He would make a wonderful mentor…”

MK and Monkey King pushed through into the waterfall into the cave behind. It was cold, wet, and MK wasn’t sure if he could feel his nose anymore– but he couldn’t stop his dumb smile.

Monkey King went ahead.

“ ‘He would make a wonderful mentor’ ,” Monkey King was grumbling to himself as he dug through a pile. “I am a ‘wonderful mentor ’. I’m mentor-ing! What’s the definition of mentoring? I’m already doing that. All that and more, practically.”

Right. All that and more. MK blinked, opened his mouth, and then decided that he wasn’t sure what he would even say.

‘I know you’re my mentor but it feels a little more personal than that– like a friend maybe? Like, if your friend was way older than you were and gave you lots of life advice and made sure you were prepared and ready for whatever would be thrown at you? And then at the end of the day that friend would pat you on the back, tell you were doing great, and then teach you how to throw a ball? Well, more like an ancient Staff than a ball.’

“Here,” said Monkey King as MK stood there stupidly (with his equally-stupid smile), “It’s more of a hand towel, but if we can find three more of them that’s pretty much the same thing as a normal towel.”

“Great,” said MK, patting dry his face before moving onto his hair.

Monkey King sniffed.

“Is that sarcasm I’m getting from you?” he asked.

“No! No, no,” said MK seriously, but he couldn’t help but laugh anyway. “Um– no, ignore that. I’m not laughing. I just thought it was funny.”

“Yeah, well, I sort of have double the hands you do except two of them are my feet so you can’t have too many hand towels laying around.”

“Not the hand towels. I mean, that’s funny too, but I meant like– our dynamic. The Monkey King and the Monkie Kid! What does that even mean?” laughed MK.

“Uh– well–,” said Monkey King with a frown. He cautiously watched MK, but his hands were still busy digging away.

“Because– well–,” MK snorted, “it makes it sound like you’re my dad or something. That’s funny.”

“aCK– h–U–ck– guh .”

“Are you alright, Monkey King?”

“I think you’re delusional. It’s the cold getting to you. Here, take another towel.”

Something fuzzy smashed into MK’s face. This towel had a mysterious black smudge, so there was at least a 20% chance of MK getting cursed or something. He draped it over his shoulders.

“‘Prince’ has a nice ring. Not sure if it’s really me , though. Is it possible we can workshop that?”

“ Excuse me?” said Monkey King.

“ Prince MK of Flower Fruit Mountain ,” announced MK in a dramatic drawl. “Maybe a Sage, kind of Equal to Heaven!”

“ MK , what on Earth are you going on about?”

MK turned to look at Monkey King, who was staring at him as if he had shown him a drawing that was more of a scribble than a drawing, and he was trying not to hurt his feelings because he didn’t know what the scribble even was.

“The monkeys,” said MK, as if it was obvious, “and everything they said.”

Monkey King’s mouth fell open.

“You– you can hear the monkeys !?”

“Can’t you?”

“Wh– OF COURSE I CAN! I AM A MONKEY!”

“Well apparently you don’t have to be a monkey to hear the monkeys. I think it's a Staff thing.”

“No, I don’t think it is– can we back up? You heard every single thing those monkeys said? The whole time?”

“Give or take a week,” corrected MK innocently.

Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, stood up, walked briskly toward MK, and smushed another towel into his face.

“ WHY ?”

“For not telling me! You cheek! Ugh !”

“So you were embarrassed,” said MK with a smile.

“We– okay!” Monkey King took a deep breath, but it didn’t do much to his reddened face. “You and I are saving this discussion for another time. I need to talk to the troop, because– ugh ! This is fine– are you sure you’re hearing monkeys?”

“I hope it was the monkeys. Otherwise I’d actually have something important to get checked out. Is it true you got stuck in a barrel of turnips and then had to waddle in it all the way home?”

Monkey King’s tail circled around MK’s arm as he leaned in close.

“I am going to kill those monkeys,” Monkey King whispered, mortified.

[breadnabreadd]

✦ Oh boy! Here we go.

I created a LMK Au just for funsies. A furutistic, high technologic world with cyberpunk vibes! (Because I absolutely love this type of aesthetic)

✦ the picture above is just a quick drawing I did of Macaque in this AU. I will get into details about the AU while showing a few infos of a few LMKs characters alongside with their designs. (Just a reminder I'm still creating the AU and it's my first time making one. It might be a little messy, so I apologize if it gets too messy--)

Oh! And by the way, the characters on this AU follow the same basic formula as the original characters. So it doesnt have much changes, other than the world they live in, their clothes and a few events.

✦ MK, The Monkie Kid

• Its the same thing as our little MK from the animated series, he works at Pigsy's Noodles as a delivery boy, is the Monkey king's biggest fan and is his successor and pretty much the basic stuff.

• He learned about the Monkey king with Mister Tang. He is a huge fan.

• Tho he isn't a great expert, he knows how to how to fix computer cases, machines and vehicles and build stuff by using old pieces (he learned with Pigsy and Sandy, just in case his delivery vehicle breaks in the middle of the road or a something start malfunctioning in the noodle store). As we can see, he works more in the hardware part.

• He likes to collect the old pieces of old devices that people throw away in the city's old graveyard. It's like a type of recycling. (That's also how he find the Monkey king's staff but that is a thing I will tell in details in another day--)

• He loves to draw!!! Hooray!!! He also likes to play games. Is always playing video games with his best friend, Mei, on the arcade or online.

✦ Mei, The White Horse Dragon Girl

• She's a programmer/developer of softwares (Yes I know that in I drawing I said she's a "hacker but a bit clumsy" but actually i wanted to say shes a programmer. I was sleepy, it was 2 am, and my brain wasn't braining 😰😰😰---) with a few knowledge about hardwares. She created her technological helmet system with MK's help. (Her helmet it's similiar to Iron man's helmet from inside.)

• She built her own motorcycle, again with MK's help. She participates a lot motorcycles race just for funsies.

• Loves to play games. I guess I could say she is quite of a professional gamer? She play to win. But when she is playing with MK or with other friends, she doesnt care losing or winning, she only cares about enjoying some quality time with them.

✦ Liu'er Mihou, The Six Eared Macaque.

• Pretty much same as the original Macaque. (Lost his eye in the past with a fight against Sun Wukong. Omg betrayal. Yknow the deal-)

• Here he is a Hacker/Cracker.

"But what is a cracker?" You may ask. Now it's time for my nerd/TI studant side take over. A cracker it's a mean hacker. The cracker breaks/attacks the systems and webs for their own benefit, which it's for illegal purposes. Now a Hacker it's actually a job, which their purpose its to find the security breaches and ways to how break it, so then they can make the security stronger and prevent invasions/attacks at the system.

With that being said, Macaque is a hacker/cracker. So he makes defense systems to himself and breaks into other systems for illegal purposes.

• He got these gloves that helps him hack things better, he created it himself. He create floating holograms like it's a tablet screen and can hold on these holograms using these gloves. With a simple touch he can steal database from a device and hack it's system. (He can hack machines, computers, tech weapons and even the light system.)

• He got his shadow magic too, same as the original one. Shadow clones, shadow portals... but he kinda makes a fusion between his magic and the technology he invented to himself. (Before anyone say it. YES! I got heavily inspired by Sombra from Overwatch. 😔)

✦ The Monkey King, Sun Wukong

• Yeah, the Monkey king. The great sage equal to heaven. The silly who made a havoc on heaven---

• HE GOT THAT HUGE MECHA WE SAW IN THE ANIMATED SERIES BECAUSE HE DOESNT LIKE USING HIS KAIJU FORM !!!

But he doesnt use the mecha much. It has been CENTURIES since he last use it. Now MK is the one who uses it because he is Sun Wukong's successor.

• That's not his "Monkey King" royal clothes. It just some casual/comfy clothes to use in everyday life.

• He already knew who MK was. MK is a stone Monkey just like himself. Wukong have been watching the kid grow up from far. He grow a bit attached to the boy.

Sun Wukong surely wasn't expecting to MK being able to lift his golden staff, so he think in the opportunity to make him his sucessor and teach him how to use his new powers. (Yes, I was lisiting to "the horse and the infant" song. How did you kn--)

Oh God. That explanation was long.

✦ Welp, that's all for today!

I will post more stuff about the AU in the future. And I still need to think a name for it...

It is clear I got heavily inspired by Cyberpunk, techwear, overwatch, New Gods: Nezha reborn, Arcane and other stuff. I'm sorry, BUT I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT AESTHETIC AND VIBES!! HHHHHHH-

✦ I'm a huge nerd. 🤓

[jiecomic]

Chapter 5- Too many monkeys for one fox to handle

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"Pigsy's noodles..." MK spoke putting all his tiredness into his words

"Gods, what hurt you today?" Jie asked while receiving her order

" Wait! JIE?!"

" Dear... yes, that's my name! Don't need to shout it whenever you see me!"

"Ah... sorry..."

Jie now took a closer look at MK. Boy was all tired as hell, not to mention how messy he was and dirty by paint.

" Is everything ok, Monkey Boy?" Jie asked out of pure curiosity

" YEAH- I-I mean not like I'm overworked and all...I'M TOTALLY OK!!!" The laughter he made at the end was telling that he WAS NOT OKAY

" If you say so..." Jie didn't want to dig into it any further, what would she tell him anyway?!

" Sorry ma'am, but I need to go back to job! Or else pigsy is gonna kill me... BYE!" He said and run to his car

"..."

"Next time I will eat on the spot" she muttered to herself while looking into the bag "It's not my order...crumbs!"

Jie stood in the doorway of Pigsy's noodle shop completely confused as she watched MK kicking with his stuff the more chubby version of himself. Just next to him was standing some monk.

" Bad timing..." Jie turned around to run

"JIE!!!" MK came and hugged her legs whimpering like a baby

'Crumbs!'

"Jiee.... I created the clones of myself hic I didn't mean to make a mess hic hic I jus wanted to help my friends!"

"Gah! I get it, now get off of me!!!" Jie growled at MK while pulling him away from her legs

" How am I supposed to get rid of it mister Tang!" MK went to the monk

" Hm..." the monk fixed his glasses while some strange light covered him from the back " I don't know"

MK looked like he had enough

" Try doing some pressure points or-

" Or this!"

MK and Tang looked at Jie who was jumping on the clone with an energy ball in her hand. The moment in which the ball touched the clone everything was covered by a big, yellow cloud. When it was clear again the only things left were some flying hair and a pig laying on the ground. Jie was already on the chair watching the menu.

"Agh! Pigsy!" MK shouted " How did you do that?!"

"You know, some spirit kung-fu and all..." Jie answered without looking at MK

Riiiing

" Ahh... could you do that again?"

"Ha!- no" Jie said sharply " Judging by your hair there are hundreds of clones and I am one. It will be better if you will solve this alone"

" WHAT? How?!"

" You know... some pressure points and waivingfu..."

" Alright, I have to GO!" said MK rushing toward the exit

For a moment everything was quiet.

"Ahem! I don't want to be rude or anything, but can I make an order?" Jie bend over Pigsy who was just about to gain his strength

" O-one moment ma'am" said Pigsy strong enough to go prepare a meal

" Big portion with an egg please!"

Jie sat calmly and and waited for Pigsy to bring her the noodles.

" Sooo... you're a demon,huh?" Surprisingly Tang sat next to her, he had a very suspicious face which was mostly covered by a bowl of noodles

" I don't like to talk with anyone with an empty stomach"

'Either when I'm full'

"And I don't like a fox demon hanging around my almost son and picking a fight with him"

Jie sighed loudly and covered her face with one hand.

" First of all, sorry and second- I didn't fight him, it was just an illusion, boy returned unharmed"

" Here's your order miss" said Pigsy giving her a bowl of noodles

'This scent!'

Jie felt that she was drooling. She was as hungry as if she hadn't eaten for centuries!

"NOT SO FAST!" The bowl of noodles have moved into the hands of Tang

" TANG! What do you think you're doing!" Pigsy screamed at the monk while waving his wooden spoon at him

" Relax Pigsy" said Tank calmly " Can't you see that this customer of yours is a demon?!

Pigsy looked at Jie who was about to starve, he saw her as a normal maybe even beautiful women with short dark hair and a little bit too much traditional dress.

" What are you talking about?"

" About the evil fox spirit!" Out of nowhere Tang had some book in his arm and showed one exact page to his friend " Fox demons are foxes which an ability to transform into human so that they can mock people to eat their souls in order to become stronger and wiser or even IMMORTAL!" he left the book in Pigsy's hands "This woman is no other than a cold hearted demon who wants to eat our souls!!" He pointed at Jie who was even more confused than Pigsy.

"But too bad for you, I- the clever Tang!- won't fall for your little tricks!"Tang announced proudly and came closer to Jie "So how will it be? Are you going to admit your true intentions?"

For Pigsy this whole scene seemed ridiculous, Tang looked like a cop trying to make Jie admit her crimes by scaring her. The chef looked at Jie as if he was expecting her to say something in her defence.

" I... just wanted to eat noodles" she spoke with a face as if she was about to cry

Even Tang was surprised by her "good acting"

" Tang, give her the noodles before it gets cold"

With doubt Tang gave her the bowl.

" Thank you..." Jie thanked the pig demon and took a first spoon.

"..."

" It's so good" Jie who couldn't hold her emotions any longer started crying

In almost instead she ate the whole bowl.

" Wow Tang... you were right, let's hope she likes noodles more than souls" said Pigsy in sarcastic way

Tang looked at him all pissed. But in the inside he just didn't want to admit he was wrong.

" Don't worry mister Tang" suddenly Jie spoke, she was cleaning her face of the soup " I haven't eaten human soul for centuries and I don't want to harm the Monkey Boy. Well... I can't even think about it since Monkey King told me not to touch him"

" Wait... You know Monkey King?!" Asked Tang

" Hmm? The boy didn't tell you?"

" Didn't tell what?" This time the question came from Pigsy

" That I'm Monkey King's servant"

"..."

'He told them I attacked him but forgot to mention I'm on their side...'

Suddenly MK came back.

" Hey guys I'm ba-

" MK!!!" they both screamed at him

" WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT THIS FOX DEMON IS MONKEY KING'S SERVANT?!" Tang grabbed poor MK by his jacket

" Oh right!-... I forgot"

"..."

Tang sighed loudly while looking back at Jie.

" Sorry ms Jie..." he muttered

" Don't worry, I get this a lot" Jie answered as if she was really untouched by Tang' s insults " Thanks for the meal and a chat, but I'm gonna go-

" MK, who is this?"

" Ah Mei! Meet Jie!- Monkey King's servant. She's also the fox demon"

" Ah! So you are this fox lady!- COOL!- I heard you can grow tails and ears, can you turn into a cute fox too?!" Said Mei while she was just in front of the demoness face

" MEI!-stop being like this only because you want to see a cute animal!" Screamed Pigsy

For Jie it lasted a while to come back to her sense, but she finally was able to speak.

" Excuse me young girl but... are you really a human?" She asked with a little trembling voice

" Oh- Actually I'm a member of a dragon family"

' OF COURSE SHE IS!'

" How did you find out that I'm not normal?"

" Let's say... a six sense..."

This sense was a danger radar, and as soon as Mei walked in the restaurant it started ringing like crazy!

' Of course... every mortal I meet needs to have destructive powers!'

'And what the hell is wrong with her soul orb? It's so unstable and wild it can hardly stay in one place!'

' I'm NOT dealing with this today!'

" It was nice to meet you but I need to hurry and go home, See ya!" In rush Jie disappeared leaving behind only a cloud of pink dust

Mei looked for a while at the place in which just a minute ago was standing that lady "I like her!"

" She's cool right?!" MK joined her

Ahem...

MK turned his head in terror to, not so happy Pigsy,

"MK... I hope you can explain yourself..."

Gulp!

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[time-bone-swap-au]

One change for MK is how LBD’s story is presented.

How she was a court member of some sort, who usually managed the Emperor’s ‘businesses’ but as a perfectionist, she could not take the imperfections anymore.

MK however, is nothing like LBD, instead of wanting others to be perfect, he wants himself to be perfect (IE the Calabash Episode). Which is why I wanted him to change the story drastically.

Another thing is, I incorporated that MK has the power of his own will, since I think that The Celestial Realm is actually doing a Ninjago Cloud Kingdom and writing destiny.

That said though, MK or MBK, The Mister Bone King (Originally the name was ‘Master Bone King, but my sister thought ‘Mister’ was better) actually gained his own legend. Compared to LBD, MK is depicted as a hero (Except for that one timeline where he basically replaces LBD by the script)

MK at first actually begins to accept that he can’t fight destiny anymore, because destiny will punish him in more ways than one, he was supposed to be Monkey King’s Successor and fail. But now that he has defied it, MK accepts that him replacing LBD by the script and never altering the story will be his punishment, till Sun Wukong comes by, MK doesn’t react to the Monkey, in fact he acts coldly and professionally to the Pilgrims as a whole, not even respecting Tang Sanzang because he knows how the story will end. But since he actually was too late to proceed to the story, this is where LBD now MBK’s history starts to shift. Wukong actually manages to make friends with MK and tell him to fight for his own freedom, that no one deserves to be oppressed or controlled, that MK can fight for his free will and that there is no good or bad path, just choice. MK is moved by the words and stands up to the Emperor by causing a revolt, inspired by the sense of freedom and how the Emperor cared not for his people.

MK and Wukong depart ways but when Wukong traverses back to deliver the scrolls finally, (The part near the end of the journey) they do greet once more, MK becoming a symbol of freedom to people who are being suppressed by tyrants. MK fights for the freedom of people in the world and becomes a living legend, giving off many names ‘The Bone Spirit of the West’ ‘The Mister Bone King’ ‘The Ice Warrior’ many more. In a way he relives his life as a hero, but still MK is unsatisfied, Wukong’s words actually begin to echo in his mind…he is not free, because he is still trapped, trapped in a world where none of his friends will every be seen again, and he knows that regardless of what he does, everything will still happen, Mei, Tang, Pigsy and Sandy will be born regardless if he changes the timeline, but they will not remember him. At some point MK retires, and he and Mayor become a part of Megapolis city, MK plays video games for a bit (just the ones he knows) and Mayor gets elected as Mayor (How ironic is that)

At some point Wukong finds out and they end up being buddies and have scheduled time together before he leaves, at this point of time, MK is sorta banned from technology (Mayor got a little too concerned) so he was unable to see the news of Bai He (She actually has a different name in this universe, I’m just not sure what) so when MK finds out of Bai He…he sorta snaps…

Because somehow the reincarnation of LBD has taken his role like she forced him into hers.

So he makes it his mission to take hers once more.

[starsfic]

Shadow singer //lmk one shot//

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50339251

Macaque is alone in his house. He’s cleaning it up. He never could quite live in a dirty house like Monkey King. Mac preferred organization and cleanliness. Something Wukong could never truly appreciate. He grows tired of the quiet sweeping though. He taps his tail on a CD player. His hips sway as the song picks up from where it left off last time he turned the player on. “Hey. I just wanna say ‘hey’. To let you know you blow, and all you did was-” He alters his voice to auto tune it as he sings. “Feed my ego.” He changes it back and sounds bitter as he dances while sweeping. “And baby even in the end, I tried to make amends. I guess till then I got myself a,” He smiles. Getting lost in the groove. “It’s funny how the tables have turned. I know it’s crazy, but I love it. So for now in return, I guess I got myself a-” He jumps on a table. “FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! IT’S FAAAAAAAAAAAN BEHAVIOUR!” “Woaaaaaaaah!” Macaque falls off the table as he hears the amazed boy’s exclamation.

“Ah- Kid- Didn’t expect you here today. How about you join the club, and help me clean up?” He tries to slide past him singing. “You can sing!? That’s amazing!” MK is bouncing around excitedly. “Ugh. Yes. I can sing. I just don’t do it often since…” He trails off. Thinking about Wukong mocking his singing. It was just some light words, but with DBK, Azure Lion, and Peng joining in it hurt all the more. “I just don’t enjoy it.” Mk frowns. “Can I hear some more? Pweaaaaaaaase?” Mk’s eyes glitter as he begs. “No. What are you here for, kid?” Macaque glares. “OH! Here.” He holds out a bowl of ramen. “I know you haven’t been eating right, mister.” Macaque sighs at Mk’s words. “For a kid. You’re quite an intuitive boy.” Mk blinks. “I’m quite what?” Macaque laughs, and takes the bowl.

Later, Mk is fighting a new villain. He is a strange creature. Tall and slender. With long, dark gray hair. His skin is a pale peach color with golden markings around his face, arms, and down his back. He wore an open backed robe that seemed to be similar to those in the Celestial Realm. His eyes glowed with a shining a silvery gray that seems almost hypnotizing. “I grow tired of this charade boy,” He hisses between gritted, fanged teeth. “I do not have time for games such as these. You are as annoying as your predecessor.” Mk breathes hard, but smiles. “I can keep this going aaaaaall day if I have to!” The creature smiles. “You don’t even understand what this is, do you?” He motions to the strange object he attempted to steal. “Uuuuuuuuuuh a trophy?” Mk blinks. They’re at a singing competition’s backroom. “No. It’s a scroll that holds the secret to amplifying one’s power to the point of being more powerful than Buddha himself.” Mk’s eyes widened. “And I, Gēr Zhànshì, shall use it to raise my kingdom back from the depths! From whence Sun Wukong destroyed.” Mk groans. Of courrrrrse he’s another person his teacher ticked off. Maybe he should have a long talk with him.

Before he can react, Gēr lets out a super sonic scream that sends Mk flying into a wall. “I guess I'll just win it ‘legally’.” He laughs as he vanishes. Mk starts to panic. He runs home. “PIGSY! WE NEED YOU TO SING IN A-” A cough resounds through the shop. “No can do MK.” Tang says with the pale, sickly Pigsy shaking and coughing. “Pigsy lost his voice after getting sick. I won’t be singing much of anything right now.” Mk grows pale. Pigsy was his major shot. He tries to think who could win that contest. Tang sounds like a dying cat when he sings, Sandy is too old school, Mei hates singing in front of people- Wait a minute. “MEIIIIIIIIIIIII! WE NEED TO GO FIND MACAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQUE!” He runs out.

Cut to Macaque in front of Mk and Mei with arms crossed. “No.” He says plainly. “THE FATE OF THE WORLD DEPENDS ON IT!” Mei says, panicking. “I’ll move to the underworld.” Macaque jokes. “I’ve been there before.” Mk blinks. “What?” Macaque pats his head. “Uh. Don’t worry about it.” He mutters. “Please Macaque!” Mei and Mk say with puppy dog eyes. Macaque sighs. “Fine. But. I have one condition.” “Anything!” Mk says excitedly. “Wukong has to be there.” Mei and Mk are shocked. “You WANT him there?” Macaque nods. “I want him to learn. I’ll meet you there later tonight. I’ll even take a human form for you.” He goes into his shadows. “Wait, they can take human forms?” Mk asks, shocked. “Well I guess you can so…” Mei makes a “I guess it makes sense” motion.

Skip to Monkey King staring down a peach cobbler. “You. Are made of peaches. And I love peaches. But you also look funny which I don’t like. But peaches. But-” Mk zooms in. “MONKEY KING!” Monkey King screams, and sends the tray flying into the sky. He blinks slowly. “Chang’e probably is going to enjoy that.” He turns to Mk, and sighs. “Kid I was in the middle of-” Mk starts rapidly shaking Wukong. “WE NEED YOU TO COME TO A CONCERT TONIGHT! THE FATE OF THE WORLD DEPENDS ON IT!” Mei stops Mk. “Calm down Mk. We gotta do this slowly.” She clears her throat and starts shaking Wukong. “YOU BETTER COME TO THE CONCERT OR I WILL PERSONALLY RIP YOUR TAIL OFF AND-” Wukong picks up Mei. “Mk did you lose a small dragon pup?” He has an annoyed look. “SMALL!?” Mei says angrily. Mk explains what’s going on.

Wukong was a bit shocked. He sighs. “I guess I can come. I’ll go in human form as well. Won’t let him show me up.” Mk blinks. “YOU HAVE A HUMAN FORM!? WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!?” Wukong sighs. Feeling a bit of embarrassment. “I tend to look like a middle aged dad. Which is less than flattering.” He sighs, and closes his eyes. In a second, he turns into his human form. He has fluffy, blonde hair with golden eyes. His smile is less sharp, and a bit of a peach fuzz beard covers his chin. He has a bit of hair on his arms and legs. The funniest part though, is his beer belly. To see the very fit, very strong Monkey King with a beer belly just makes Mei and Mk giggle.

“The human form reflects our eating habits and such. And… I like peaches okay!? Don’t judge me.” Wukong pouts a bit. “You actually kinda look like Mk’s dad.” Mei squishes his face. “He’s not my dad,” “He’s not my son.” The two say at the same time. “Pigsy’s the one who raised me, and he’s my dad.” Mk explains. “And I'm nowhere near ready to have children. Maybe in a few more centuries, but not now.” Monkey King says while shaking his hands in front of him. Mei rolls her eyes. “Alrighty.” Wukong starts to look in his clothes. “I need to look good for this. If I'm going out in… this… form I'm going to look good.” He pulls out the hoodie he wore in Lantern City. He brushes his hair out, and smiles. “Alrighty.” Finger guns. “Let’s go.”

The three are soon in the front row of the contest. Wukong is annoyed how everyone is saying how cute it is that he’s taking out his two kids. “I’m not that old.” He mutters. Mk and Mei give him a “are you serious?” look. “Who even is the villain Mac is going up against?” Wukong leans back. “Gēr Zhànshì.” Mk says plainly. Wukong springs up. “HIM!? WHY DIDN’T YOU-” Suddenly music spreads through the area. Mei suddenly leans forward. Very interested. Mk is confused. Gēr Zhànshì walks on stage. He’s wearing a black vest, gray slacks, and spiked boots. “Ladies and gentlemen, please. Would you bring your attention to me?~” He smiles. The only ones not affected by the music is Wukong and Mk due to the golden vision allowing them to see what he truly is. A siren beast. “For a feast for your eyes to see. An explosion of catastrophe.” He moves his hips rhythmically. Walking across the stage with a wild grin. “Like nothing you've ever seen before. Watch closely as I open this door.” He flips his hair back. Causing the crowd to go wild. “Your jaws will be on the floor. After this you'll be begging for more.”

“Monkey King what’s happening?” Mk tries to shake Mei who seems to have abandoned wanting to cheer for Macaque, and instead is screaming Zhànshì’s name. “He has the ability to sing and hypnotize people. We’re immune mostly due to our golden vision.” Zhànshì smirks, and dances. “Welcome to the show. Please come inside. Ladies and gentlemen!” He starts throwing his head down causing his hair to fly violently on every boom. “Boom! Do you want it? Boom! Do you need it? Boom! Let me hear it! Ladies and gentlemen!” He repeats it a couple times. A pair of purple eyes watch from the shadows. Macaque scowls. He’s never really liked Zhànshì. He actually took pleasure in watching Zhànshì’s kingdom fall when Wukong destroyed it. He hated the man in front of him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.” Zhànshì gently runs his hand under a girl’s chin. She starts to cough up blood. Mk freaks out. “You've seen, and seeing is believing. Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding. Please check to see if you're still breathing.” Wukong knows if he intervenes, everyone listening will be very very hurt. They have to listen to the entire song otherwise they will end up like that girl. “Hold tight 'cause the show is not over. If you will please move in closer. You're about to be bowled over.” Mk tries to touch Mei, but Wukong stops him. ‘By the wonders you're about to behold here. Welcome to the show. Welcome to the show! Please come inside. Ladies and gentlemen!” Zhànshì repeats what he did on the chorus. “His spell makes it so if you interrupt the song everyone will be hurt. We have to let it go. Otherwise Mei…” He trails off. Mk feels red hot anger, but he numbs it. Tears pierce his eyes. “Okay.” He says quietly.

After the song is over, Zhànshì bows, and blows a kiss to the crowd. The crowd goes wild. He walks past Macaque, and shoulder checks him. “Beat that monkey boy.” Macaque glares. The announcer comes on stage. “After that dazzling performance. Welcome Mac Shadowheart!” Wukong rolls his eyes at the name. Macaque walks on stage. He has tanned skin, black hair, a beard, and deep purple eyes. He’s wearing a black jacket with a popped collar. His shirt is a crop top, dark purple shirt. Exposing his abs to the crowd. His black jeans were ripped, and he wore black combat boots. Mei’s jaw dropped. She is staring with hearts in her eyes. “Oh my god who is that!?” She giggles like a schoolgirl. “Yeah he looks awesome!” Mk says with stars in his eyes. “Macaque.” Wukong says with a sting of jealousy and annoyance. Mei and Mk stare at Wukong shocked. “WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT AND YOU LOOK LIKE- THIS!?” they say. “HEY I DON’T LOOK THAT BAD!” He snaps back. Macaque gently grabs the mic as the music starts. “I owe this as a tribute to an old friend of mine. Peaches.” Wukong freezes at the old nickname.

“This… is for me?” Wukong is surprised. Macaque leans back as he sings. “I try to make it through my life. In my way there's you… I try to make it through these lies. That's all I do.” Macaque meets his eyes with Wukong. “Just don't deny it. Just don't deny it. And deal with it. Yeah, deal with it.” Wukong crosses his arms, and pouts. Macaque smirks. “You tried to break me. You wanna break me.” Wukong pauses, and stares back up. He shakes his head quietly. “Bit by bit. That's just part of it.” Macaque shrugs. Letting his shadows dance in the background. “If you were dead or still alive! I don't care! I don't care!” Wukong feels his heart break a bit. Does Macaque really care so little for him? “And all the things you left behind! I don't care! I don't care!” Mk frowns. He feels almost bad for dragging his teacher here to be dragged across the stage by Macaque’s words.

“I try to make you see my side. Always try to stay in line. But your eyes see right through! That's all they do!” Macaque is getting more into the song. Struggling to keep his emotions at bay. The crowd cheers at him showing his emotions. “I'm getting tired of this. I've got no room when it's like this. What you want of me, just deal with it!” Wukong has a tear trail down his face. “Macaque. I didn’t. It wasn’t my fault.” Mei pauses, and looks at him. “Not your fault? Is NOTHING your fault?!” Mk silently looks away. “You’ve caused SO MUCH pain. Just as much pain as good in my opinion. I used to think so highly of you. But as i’ve gotten to know you. I see you’re nothing.” Mei says angrily. She’s sick of his attitude. “You deserve this.” Mei says. Macaque sings as they talk. “So… If you were dead or still alive! I don't care! I don't care! And all the things you left behind! I don't care! I don't care!” Zhànshì starts to worry about losing this.

“Nothing can care about. I'm taking care of it! You won't be there for me! YOU WON’T BE THERE FOR ME!” He screams out the last part. Tears falling down Macaque’s face. During the bridge, Macaque takes gasps of breaks to calm down a bit to finish the song. Wukong grips his fists tightly. “If you were dead or still alive. I don't care! I don't care! And all the things you left behind! I don't care! I DON’T CARE!” Wukong grits his teeth, but then… his body relaxes and he slumps in his seat. Burying his head in his hands. Feeling a bit ashamed. “If you were dead or still alive! I don't care. Nothing can care about. I don't care... I'm taking care of it. And all the things you've left behind. I don't care. you won't be there for me. I don't care... at all.” Macaque drops the mic, and leaves. The crowd going wild.

Macaque felt a bit better. He was able to get all those pent up emotions out. Zhànshì pinned him against a wall. Growling. “You’re going to forfeit the competition.” He says angrily. Macaque laughs. “Scared, are we Zhànshì? That’s what you always were. A coward. You couldn’t even save your people from one. Little. Monkey.” Zhànshì moves to hurt Macaque, but Wukong tackles him and starts pounding his fist into Zhànshì’s face. Tears flow down his face as he repeatedly beats Zhànshì over and over in the face. Macaque eventually pulls him off. “Why…” Wukong asks. “Why what?” Macaque says. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!” Wukong snaps. “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU THOUGHT OF ME LIKE THAT!? THAT I HURT YOU!” Macaque stares at him dumb founded. “You cannot be serious.” Wukong growls. Showing he is very much serious. “Buddha. You’re stupider than I thought. I did everything to comfort you when you were trapped. Yet, you treated me as your enemy. I betrayed the brotherhood for you. It left me alone, and broken when even you didn’t wanna see me anymore. Finally, you made new friends. Forgot all about me. I admit I was… I was jealous. I wanted to BE you Wukong. Then… our fight and…” His hand drifts to his eye.

“My death.” He could still feel the phantom pain from when he was killed. The betrayal he felt in his last moments. Wukong looks away. “You could have talked to me.” That ticked Macaque off. “Talk to you? And you say I'm overreacting? Or that I'm stupid for having feelings? That I'm WEAK!? Even after you traveled with that ‘master’ of yours, you grew no more intelligent Wukong.” He starts to walk towards the awards ceremony. Monkey King glances back at Macaque as he leaves. He didn’t want to leave it like this. An idea hits his head. A bit of bile rises up in his throat as he thinks about it. “Oh boy.” He feels sick as he rushes up on stage, and grabs the mic. “I HAVE A SONG I WANT TO SING FOR MY FRIEND MAC!” Macaque is shocked. What in the rings of hell is Wukong doing? Wukong stares out at the crowd. They all seem confused. He swallows the vomit gathering in his throat. He picks up a guitar. Starting to strum. Ignoring the eyes. “Empty home, no trace of you. Can't say that I'm surprised. All the Hell I put you through. Was showing in your eyes.” His voice shakes slightly.

“Can't say I blame you at all. I hate myself for what I've done. I swore that I'd never call. But I just need you to know…” Macaque watches Wukong unimpressed. He then hears Mk and Mei talking. “Isn’t he afraid of performing?” Mk says surprised. “Maybe he finally wants to do something right by Macaque?” Mei says with a huff. “That I'm so sorry! That I had to be the one! The one to break you! And let you come undone!” Wukong is closing his eyes tight to try to avoid the fear and nausea over taking him. “I know I let you down. You deserve much more than me. Just leave me here for dead, I'm begging, please! Kill my memory!” Macaque glances at him. Is he trying to apologize? “6 a.m, I'm getting weaker. Keep reaching for the phone. I tell myself it's wasted time, 'cause you're not coming home.” Wukong thinks of all the 6 a.m. regrets with peach schnapps and broken memories. “I left you so many scars. I don't deserve a second chance. You gave me all that you are. I let you slip through my hands…” Macaque stares in shock and amusement.

Does he really think Mac would forgive him with a silly song? “That I'm so sorry! That I had to be the one! The one to break you! And let you come undone!” Macaque pauses, and realizes. Wukong isn’t asking for forgiveness. No. He’s asking to not be forgiven and to be forgotten. “I know I let you down! You deserve much more than me… Just leave me here for dead, I'm begging, please. Kill my memory.” Oh if only the crowd knew the great Monkey King was begging for his memory to be forgotten and killed off. One of the most beloved and revered legends. Begging to finally be forgotten. “It's keeping me awake, every chance I had! Now it's just too late, there's no going back. You are better off without a trace of my memory. Can you just erase me?!” Macaque snickers that Wukong in all his pride is begging to have his transgressions forgotten. Things that will not be forgotten even after he is long gone as proven by the five hundred years away.

“That I'm so sorry! That I had to be the one! The one to break you! And let you come undone!” Macaque feels his smug smile soften a bit. To be forgotten… as he had been… A tear escapes his eyes. “I know I let you down. You deserve much more than me. Just leave me here for dead, I'm begging, please! Kill my memory…” Wukong places the guitar down softly, and runs off. Violently vomiting into a trash can. Throwing up repeatedly. Shaking. Macaque claims his prize since the other main competitor is… incapacitated. He goes, and gently pats Wukong’s back. “Get it all out moron.” Wukong throws up once again.

Later, Mei, Mk, Wukong, and Macaque are together with the scroll. Mk smiles. “Maybe we should read it! It’ll give us ultimate power so we can use it in the future.” Mei glares. “If anyone’s gonna read it, it’s gonna be me. I handled the Samadhi Fire! I can handle this!” Wukong scoffs. “That was nothing kid. If anyone should read the scroll, it should be me!” “YOU!?” Mei says annoyed. It causes a three way argument. While they fight, Macaque grabs a lighter, and lights the scroll on fire. It burns to ashes. “Wait- NO!” Mk says in shock. “There. Now no one can read the scroll.” Macaque dusts his hands off. “Why did you do that!?” Wukong says shocked. “Wukong. You don’t deserve any more power. Mei would go crazy with that much power. And Mk can’t control that much power yet as a kid.” Mei pouts. “I guess you’re right.” Mk perks up. “Wanna go get ice cream, and then go to the arcade?” Mei lights up. “DOI! LET’S GO!” The two run off. Wukong moves to go after them, but Macaque grabs his shoulder. “You aren’t forgiven yet. But… I guess we can start anew. Just as long as you don’t keep acting like a jerk.” Wukong pauses, but then chuckles. “Deal Mango.” The two walk off. The ashes of the scroll blowing in the breeze.

[eastofthemoon]

Guess I’m A Dad Now

Rating: G

Series: Lego Monkie Kid

Characters: MK, Pigsy and Tang

Archive of Our own

Summary: When Pigsy went to take out the garbage, he never expected to see a lost little boy standing in front of his restaurant.

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Pigsy froze.

He felt silly for doing so, but in his defense he didn’t expect to discover a mud covered naked little boy standing outside his noodle shop when taking out the garbage.

The boy looked confused as he glanced around.

Pigsy found himself doing the same. Surely his folks were nearby, right? Maybe the kid had sneaked out before a bath or something? Someone had to be looking for him, right?

There was no sign of anyone.

Pigsy rubbed his neck as he approached.

“Uh, hey, kid,” he greeted with a small smile.

It took a moment for the boy to respond and his titled his head curiously at Pigsy.

“So, you here by yourself?” Pigsy asked.

The boy frowned as if debating the issue. “Yes, I think so,” he said.

“Okay,” Pigsy said slowly. “So, where are your parents?”

The boy titled his head. “What are parents?”

Pigsy’s eyes widened. The kid didn’t know what parents were? Was he an orphan then? Wait, he looked old enough to know what a parent was, right?

“Your folks,” Pigsy started again as he knelt to be at the boy’s height. “You know, the people that take care of you.”

The boy blinked and stroked his chin. “I don’t think I have those.”

“You don’t?” Pigsy asked.

“I just woke up and started walking,” the boy said with a shrug.

Pigsy frowned. “Do you not remember where you were before you woke up?”

The boy continued to frown. “Are you suppose to?”

Oh boy, Pigsy thought.

He could not leave this kid here. Out on the streets, in the middle of the night? It was rather amazing the kid wasn’t more freaked out by the whole thing.

Pigsy sighed and pointed over his shoulder.

“Well, how about you come inside my noddle shop,” Pigsy shop. “We can get you cleaned up and I get you a nice hot bowl of noodles.”

The boy titled his head. “What are noddles?”

“Only the best kind of food there is, especially mine,” Pigsy stated as he rose and held out his hand. “What do you say?”

The boy was quiet and then gave a nod as he took Pigsy’s hand. “Okay, mister.”

“You can just call me Pigsy,” he replied. “You got a name I could call you?”

The boy seemed to be in deep thought and after a moment said “MK.”

Pigsy frowned. “Just MK?”

The boy nodded.

“Good enough,” Pigsy replied as they headed inside.

It was fine. He get the kid some food, clothes and probably the next day he have him back with his family.

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“Sssooo,” Tang said as he sipped his tea, “I guess this means you’re a dad now.”

Pigsy choked as he spun around and shook his ladled in Tang’s face. “I’m not a dad! Why would you think that?!”

Tang raised an eyebrow. “Because you’re taking care of a kid now?”

Pigsy sighed. “We’ve been over this, I’m just keeping an eye on him”

“The kid that’s been here for over a month?” Tang quipped and shook a finger. “Pigsy you practically adopted him.”

Pigsy glared as he went back to cooking his noodles. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I had much of a choice you know?!”

He really didn’t.

Pigsy had called social services, but they didn’t have much luck identifying any family for MK either. They couldn’t even locate a birth record. It was like the kid just appeared out of thin air.

Pigsy had kept glancing over to MK playing in the corner with some of his old pots and pans he found in the cupboard as the social workers told him this.

So, Pigsy asked what would be the next step and the word ‘orphanage’ came up.

Pigsy’s couldn’t explain exactly why, but his blood froze. He knew it wasn’t a bad place, but they weren’t ideal for a kid either and that was for regular kids. Pigsy didn’t know much about childhood development, but he could tell MK wasn’t a typical kid.

He was curious and everything seemed new to him. However, it wasn’t like he was an infant. Once MK had a bowl of noddles in him, he quickly became a little chatterbox. His eyes were so bright, and Pigsy fear they would dim if he got placed in an orphanage.

Before he realized it, Pigsy stated firmly it wasn’t needed because he would take care of MK. The workers seemed surprised, but they didn’t argue much. He probably just made their job easier.

“You kind of had a choice,” Tang began, but Pigsy quickly silenced him with his ladle again.

Tang sighed and held up his hands. “Okay, okay, you didn’t,” he said and smirked. “You are way more of a softie than you care to admit.”

Pigsy growled, but then felt a tug on his apron.

MK grinned up as he held up his latest drawing.

“Look, Pigsy it’s you and me,” he declared.

“Oh wow, uh, thanks, kid,” Pigsy said as he took the drawing.

It looked more like a pink and a yellow blob, but he wasn’t going to complain. He smiled a little and he made plans to tuck it into his drawer later.

MK’s eyes than locked onto Tang.

“Mr. Tang, can you tell me another Monkey King story?” He held his hands tightly together. “PLEASE!”

Tang chuckled. “Oh, glad to M.K.,” he said as he glanced to Pigsy. “It’s nice to know someone appreciates my research.”

Pigsy rolled his eyes. A week ago, when Tang was telling Pigsy about his latest findings MK just happened to be nearby to listen. Pigsy usually tried to tune Tang out while he was gushing about the Monkey King, but much to his shock MK absorbed the information like a little sponge.

Tang was eating it up. He seemed to like having a little fan.

A cough returned Pigsy’s attention back to the counter.

“Of course, a good storyteller needs proper nourishment,” Tang said as he gestured to the bowl.

Pigsy’s eye twitched. “You need to pay your tab first.”

“Please, Pigsy,” MK begged with his big puppy like eyes. “I can pay for it!”

You don’t have any money, Pigsy thought, and this is the fourth time you’ve offered.

However, the noddle chef sighed as he dished up a bowl and served it to Tang.

“May I have some dumplings too?” Tang asked.

“Don’t. Push. It,’ Pigsy growled while he made certain to keep a smile for MK.

Tang smirked, but cleared his throat as MK sat on the stool next to him.

“Now then, I believe now would be a good day to tell how the Monkey King met the great monk.”

Pigsy tuned it out as he went back to his cooking. Honestly, when did he get so easy to manipulate?

He shook his head, but as he glanced back to check in on MK he found himself smiling a little.

[scumbag-the-hedgehog]

@hismentor asked: he pulls the hedgehog away with his tail, “ alright, i think you proved your point. “ he says with a slight shrug, “ why are you picking a fight with mk anyway ? “

Caught off guard, Scourge is yanked away with ease and has to take a moment to collect himself again. How does he start to answer that question? Because the kid's whole deal reminded too much of a certain blue someone? Or more to the point, because Macaque had any degree of interest in 'mentoring' MK? Because why the hell does he get all the paternal attention?

"He's supposed to be the heir to your power, right? Mister Almost-Conquered-Everything? Then if I can beat him, I'm not too far off from beating you, and if I can beat you... I can probably pull off what you failed to achieve." There's that smile again, lips curled up with pure arrogance.

"He's a whetstone, and I'm going to use him to surpass you."

[children-of-the-sun-au]

Ari:that’s wonderful.

Pigsy: Yep…mister popular guy himself.

MK spitting out his water: TANG?!

[thewildfandomwitch]

I can't say definitively whether this is what the show writers were going for, but given how much context is jammed into the JTTW novel this is my personal best guess at to what they might be going for.

In the JTTW novel they give a backstory for the Tang Monk’s parents (evil dude kills Tipitaka’s dad in order to forcefully marry his mom, the mom prevents Tripitaka from getting killed as well via putting him in a floatable basket and hoping for the best as he is set adrift down the river. Then over a decade later magical shenanigans ensue and the dad is revived and able to save his wife from her fate), the most notable aspect of this backstory is that before he was pretty much adopted into a monastery the Tang Monk was the grandson of royalty. Not the lost heir (it would be a different story if that were the case), but a grandson to one of the lesser wives in the royal harem.

Given how many children kings and emperors were able to sire during their lifetime it would actually make a lot of sense if Tang from LMK comes from one of those “old” families who can trace their branch of the family tree back to somebody’s harem (all of those non-heirs didn’t just disappear), so it does make sense for Mister Tang to be a “descendant” in the sense that the Tang Monk could be a many times great-uncle even if his devotion to his faith (and possible abandonment issues) had made him estranged from his branch of the family tree.

Or he could genuinely be a reincarnation and the show was only referring to Pigsy and Sandy being the descendants.

Pigsy being a direct descendant makes a world of sense since in the JTTW novel Zhu Bajie was MARRIED when he was forcefully recruited into the group (though the wife in question had not consented to being wedded to a pig demon, Zju Bajie had disguised himself as a handsome man and only revealed his demonic nature after he was able to imprison her in their wing of the house and refused to let her see her family to prevent them from helping her escape). Plus all throughout the novel Zhu Bajie is kind of a huge slut that constantly needs to be reigned in.

It makes sense for Pigsy to be ashamed of his heritage (hello internalized racism), it is doubtful that any children conceived during this marriage was… you know. I really like that they included this aspect in Pigsy’s arc in the show. The guy did a horrifically crummy thing, he may have changed over the course of the journey, but Pigsy’s many times great grandmother certainly never got any closure or an apology.

Zhu Bajie got to be redeemed as a hero in the eyes of the public, leaving his wife and their child, and that child’s descendants, forced to bear the pain Zhu Bajie left behind in silence. It’s doubtful that Pigsy had grown up with any good stories about Zhu Bajie, to realize that he, Tang, and Sandy are tied in a significant way to these past people, and to have experienced first-hand just how awful Zhu Bajie was before JTTW, must have stung to the core. Especially with how much he cares for Mister Tang, whose expertise is on JTTW, and not wanting his son MK to carry that pain. He wouldn’t be able to talk about it at home. Like, at all. To learn that Zhu Bajie had genuinely changed (maybe even felt remorse enough for his past actions to understand that he needed to stop trying to abandon the journey and go back to his wife), and that Pigsy had been able to achieve something his ancestor hadn’t been able to until later in his life, that’s some cathartic closure right there.

Sandy is the only one I don’t understand how… just… how does a cannibal get a date?

I haven’t watched s4 but I don’t mind spoilers. The other 3 are confirmed to be descendants? How even with tang considering his monk ancestor?

so

in season 3, sandy, pigsy, and tang come to the conclusion that they are most likely reincarnations of the original pilgrims. reasonable idea to think of given uhhhhh everything

in season 4, pigsy and master subudhi refer to the group as descendants, which changes the meaning. a lot actually

i dont think the director/writers thought that bit out, because, uhhhhh tripitaka is a monk sworn to celibacy. bro is not having sex let alone KIDS. originally im p sure the pilgrims also changed their religion to buddhism and followed the same practices that tripitaka did, aka no meat, do no harm, and uhhh no sex. but i think that bit was dropped because ao lie has a long line of family, which is fine! but its still weird for tripitaka to have canonically Had A Family.

so the logistics are uhhh unknown to me . enlighten me

[luescris]

Streaks (Lego Monkie Kid)

BEFORE WE START JUST LETTING YALL KNOW THIS HAS S3 SPOILERS OKAY BYE HAVE FUN READING

“Mister Monkey King..?”

Sun Wukong whipped himself around at the sudden call of his name.

Night time had begun to slowly fall around them, and he had been sitting on the cliff away from the others to watch as the stars came twinkling to life, his tail swishing gently as he lost himself in his thoughts. He had told Mk he’d be right there, that he just needed some time, and thankfully the kid had given it to him, though not without shooting a worried look at the simian as he walked away. It had been hours after that, and Wukong hadn’t expected to have anyone else approach him. Truthfully, he was still tired from all that transpired–tired and cold–and hadn’t heard someone coming.

But then Wukong had heard a voice– the voice that had been whispering in his head, echoing in his mind and leaving a chill where they left, making his fur stand up on end. Occasionally he caught himself rubbing his bare arms to try to get the bone-chilling feeling under his skin away, stopping immediately once realizing what he was doing. But it wasn’t the same voice. Nor was it the same face.

Instead there was an innocent little girl. Staring up at him with a look that shouldn’t belong to a ten year old. In her hair were just barely visible strands of silver-white, and he knew from where. The guilt crashed into him next at the thought.

Bai He stared up at him for a while, the Monkey King feeling as though she was staring right through his soul. When he felt it got way too awkward for his liking, he averted his gaze quickly for a moment and gave a nervous smile. “Uh.. Hi. Can I help you?”

She simply blinked at him for a moment. Then her head tilted downward, just slightly, looking away from him. “.. I’m sorry.”

Now it was Wukong’s turn to blink, stupidly. “.. W-..” He shook his head quickly, loosing the dumb look on his face and knitting a brow to his eye as he stared down at the girl with concern. “Sorry? Sorry for what? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

The girl took in a breath, seeming to try and find the right words she needed to say, fiddling with a strand of her hair. When she looked back up there was a heavy sadness in her tired eyes. “I saw you struggling.” She spoke barely above a whisper. “When she had gotten to you too. I saw you cry.”

A sudden sharp breath of air went through his nose.

He was fighting against freezing cold chains wrapped around his ankles, neck, elbows, the voices loud. All too loud, as he struggled and pulled and writhed and roared against an imaginary wall behind him that never broke to his will no matter how hard he tried. Whispers made frost spread across his fur, sending shivers as one voice, booming around him as clear as thunder as he watched–felt–his body move without his own volition.

“Go.”

Bai He was looking back down at the ground when he blinked again. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help. I’m sorry.. That I got to you.”

All Wukong could do was sit there. He didn’t know what to do, what to say. Truthfully he didn’t even know if he could say much of anything that’d make her feel any better. He himself wasn’t really all that great with words, Mk had always been better at it than him.

But then again.. Mk hadn’t been possessed. Not in the way he, and this poor young child, had been. Though that wasn’t to say Mk hadn’t gone through things because of him. And the fault was all his own.

“No. I’m sorry.” At the tone of his voice, Bai He looked up at the Monkey King with wide, surprised eyes. He felt them on his face, which had turned away to look up at the darkened sky now full of plenty of stars to watch. “She wasn’t supposed to be freed. I should have dealt with her when I had the chance. But because I didn’t…” He lowered his golden eyes slightly. “I hurt everyone else.”

Wukong’s tail curled at the words, at the truth that hung in the air. That made all of his bad thoughts come spiraling and darkening the world slightly, and the monkey gripped at the grass underneath his hand to try to steady himself.

Failure.. You failed them, Wukong.. Said the voices in his head.

A small, warm hand was placed on his furred one, and the darkness and cold suddenly melted away as he blinked at it.

“When you were in my–our, heads,” Bai He squinted her eyes briefly, as if she didn’t yet understand what the words she spoke had meant. “I.. Got a bit of what you were feeling. Some of your memories. You were only trying to do the right thing. For the world. For Mk.” She smiled softly, and if Wukong didn’t know any better, it would have been innocently. “I understand that. And I know, eventually, they will too. I don’t blame you, Monkey King.”

The silence between them lasted for a while as Wukong stared down at the girl incredulously. Her kind words, soft and understanding gaze, was foreign to him. He had been mostly getting used to it with Mk, but he had convinced himself it was simply out of bias. But this girl, who had spent months missing, her parents probably thinking she had been kidnapped or worse, living in a hell he had only experienced for a couple of hours… Smiled at him in understanding. Didn’t hate him. “.. I don’t blame you, either,” Wukong found himself saying; and it was true. “No one here does. Nothing that.. She did, was you. You’re a good kid.” He returned the smile she was currently giving him, winking. “Very wise and brave. Almost like Mk.”

She giggled at that, hiding her face in her hand as a warm color spread to her cheeks bashfully, and the Monkey King’s heart fluttered happily at the sound of it. She then scooted closer next to him on the cliff, her feet just barely dangling at the edge, watching the stars with him for a while. Occasionally, he’d glance over and watch her fiddle with the white hairs that dangled at the sides of her face, and when he just barely saw her content smile begin to fade away, he decided to do something he’d only do one time. Just for her to see.

Wukong let some of the glamor on his face give way, revealing his own few but noticeably there strands of white in his fur, and the split in his eyebrow he earned trying to receive the map. The release made a soft poof sound, making Bai He look up at him questioningly. Though upon seeing the streaks, she gasped softly, and he secretly felt proud at how her eyes lit up.

“I have some too,” He told her quietly, then held up a finger to his lips with a smile. “But don’t let anyone know, m’kay? Just a secret for you and me.”

The girl nodded vigorously, excitedly, at the notion, and Wukong laughed heartily.

From the campsite behind the two on the cliff, the Monkey King’s laughter was heard, making Mk and Pigsy look up from picking up trash around the fire they had just put out. Upon seeing the two silhouettes against the light of the moon, the teen smiled softly at the sight, warm and giddy as he watched Bai He talk excitedly with her hands, his teacher following right along with a fond smile. 

“Should we call ‘em in?” Pigsy asked, having straightened up.

Mk shook his head without looking at him. “Nah. They’ll come in whenever they want to. He needs this.”

The pig chef gave a simple shrug after watching the two for a second, and they went back to their duties.

Around them, the crickets sang and fireflies danced with the lights above, an owl singing its song somewhere in the distant forest behind them.