#monkenoodles

[tigerseye46]

Peachpigshipping with A82, B78, C14, and C20? Thank you!

People really liking this ship. Not that I can blame any of you XD. I’ll make a full fic of it one of these days.

TW: Death, Blood, Nightmares

A82. “I recognize liars when I see them.” B78. “I’ll always be here, whenever you need me.” C14. “You disgust me.” C20. “I was an idiot to ever trust you.”

Blood splattered on the ground near the king’s feet and dark hair within his vision. He stumbled backwards, his eyes blown wide, he stared up at the White Bone Spirit who had a giant smirk marking her features, her feet floating above the ground and her red eyes glowing.

“I’ve won, Sun Wukong,” she declared proudly.

Screams rang behind the king and a familiar pink pushed past him to get to the body.

“I’ve won,” she repeated and then vanished.

“KID,” Pigsy screamed as he cradled MK in his arms, there was blood dripping down like a waterfall from the kid’s head. The kid’s eyes were shot open, lifeless. “No, please wake up. Please wake up,” the pig pleaded.

And inside Wukong was begging for the same. Please wake up, bud. Please wake up.

But they knew he was gone.

“NO,” Mei shouted and wept for her dead friend, her fists pounded against his chest. “NO! MK! WAKE UP!” Sandy pulled her off, she kicked and wept, begging for the demon to let her go.

Tang kneeled on the ground, using his hand to close MK’s eyelids, he took off his glasses and tried to wipe the tears.

“Bu-bud” were the only words he managed. “No…. It can’t be. He can’t…” He clenched his fists.

The White Bone Spirit appeared behind him. “It’s true. Your boy is dead and it’s all your fault,” she whispered. “How does it feel, Sun Wukong?”

When he spun around, she wasn’t there and when he turned back, he was met with the angry gaze of his partner. He hadn’t seen that type of anger directed at him since their friendship had formed.

The pig huffed and rushed towards him, grabbing his shirt. “THIS IS YOUR FAULT!”

His mouth was dry and it felt like he couldn’t breath. “Pigsy, love!”

“DON’T CALL ME THAT! MY KID IS DEAD AND IT’S YOUR FAULT!”

“Pigsy.”

“You promised you would keep him safe! Look what happened! He’s dead all because you decided to make him your successor!”

“I… I didn’t mean…”

“I was an idiot to ever trust you,” he spat out. “You promised me and I believed you! I even fell in love with you. Was that some part of your sick plan? Get me to fall in love with you then watch as you kill my son.”

Wukong trembled, his chest heaved up and down in a rapid fashion to bring some air back into his lungs. “I didn’t kill him!”

“YES YOU DID! From the moment you made him your successor, he was dead! I just knew it!”

“Babe.” He took a step towards the pig.

“You don’t have the right to call me that! Not anymore. You’re nothin’ but a liar. You disgust me. I hope you burn Wukong.” He unlatched the bracelet with the red and orange gem on his wrist and threw it at the ground, shattering the gem. He huffed. “Don’t follow us.”

“I didn’t mean to! Please don’t leave me!” They ignored his pleas as they brought MK’s body to the ship and then the ship slowly faded from view. He fell on his knees, sobs rang from his body as he stared at the broken jewelry. “Kid, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry,” he echoed over and over again like a broken record.

The spirit popped up once again with a cackle. “Poor Sun Wukong.” Suddenly, icy chains took him by the arms, he let out a gasp but didn’t fight back as he was pulled towards the darkness.

“Wukong,” a familiar voice shouted.

He ignored it, feeling resigned to his fate. This is what he deserved.

“Wukong!”

“WUKONG!”

He shot up from his bed, sweat covered his face, his grabbed fistfuls of the blanket and breathing shallow. “Wukong, it’s okay. I’m here.”

“Pig-Pigsy?” He asked, not bothering to look at the voice in fear of getting his hopes up.

He was met by blue eyes when the pig tugged on his arm. “I’m here. You’re safe,” he reassured.

“Pigsy.” He pulled the pig into a bone crushing hug. He’s still here. He hasn’t left you. “Where’s the kid?”

“Sleepin’,” he answered, his snout buried in the king’s chest, he could feel the king’s rapid heartbeat.

Sleeping. So he’s alive. He’s alive. “Alive?” He had to make sure.

“Yea, he’s alive. Snorin’ like crazy though when I passed his room. What’s up, babe?”

“Nothing.” Please don’t push. Go back to sleep.

The pig snorted. “Yea, nothin’. I recognize liars when I see them.”

“You’re nothin’ but a liar!” He was a liar.

Upon seeing his partner’s face, Pigsy said, “Don’t worry, Wukong. I’m jokin’. What happened?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“If you’re willin’ to tell me. I’m not goin’ to force it out of you.”

That was one of the things he loved about the pig. He didn’t push unless the situation called for it. He swallowed roughly, a lump caught in his throat. “Okay.”

He watched as Pigsy’s face turned horrified at learning about the nightmare. The pig cupped his cheeks. “Babe.”

“It’s my fault. I killed him.”

“No, ya didn’t.”

“You said I did.”

The pig bit his lip. “Hon… that wasn’t me. Yea, I used to be angry at you. Really angry but I would never blame you for that. Not for one second.”

“I know,” he replied unconvincingly.

“I wouldn’t have accepted that,” he gestured to the courtship bracelets lying on the bedside table, one on top of the other, he remembered when Wukong first handed him his, he made fun of the king for being so old fashioned. “If I thought that way of you.”

“I know… but what if one day I can’t keep any of you safe?”

“You’re the Great Sage. I have faith in you.”

“Sometimes I worry if that’s enough this time.”

“It is. It has always been enough. You’re pretty strong, babe.” He squeezed his partner’s arm, feeling the muscle underneath. “And ya got an awesome boyfriend to help you.”

Wukong couldn’t help but laugh. “Yea, I do.”

“And a great son, great friends.”

“Yea, I have all of that.” He beamed. “Thanks. Sorry I woke you up.”

Pigsy made a dismissive motion. “It’s fine. You would do the same. I’ll always be here, whenever you need me.”

“Thanks, love.”

“You’re welcome.” He pressed a gentle kiss to lips. “Ready to go to sleep or do you want to stay up more?”

“Actually.” The monkey grabbed his face and planted small kisses across it.

“Wukong!” The pig’s heart thumped and he giggled.

“Okay. Now I’m ready to go back to sleep.”

“Alright, silly monkey.”

Pigsy nuzzled his chest. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Pigsy mumbled then drifted to sleep, snoring rang in the air and drool went down the corner of his mouth.

Wukong got rid of it with his thumb. He kissed him on the head, relief sweeping over him, his eyes grew heavy and he entered dreamland.

This time when he slept, it was not of the White Bone Spirit’s win but a beautiful day with his partner and friends.

[tigerseye46]

👀 New ship? More Peachpig/Monkenoodles with A52, B72, B74 and B94?

New ship! I’m mostly calling it peachpigshipping but I’m tagging it as monkenoodles too.

AO3 link

A52. “Did you just smile?” B72. “Am I dreaming or did you just say you like me?” B74. “Have I ever told you how cute you are?” B94. “Oh my god, you like [Name]!”

Pigsy placed a wet rag on the bar and began scrubbing while Sandy rambled on about his day, the chef made sure to nod and murmur at certain points to affirm he was paying attention. He enjoyed hearing the big guy’s rambling, it was a great stress reliever after dealing with customers.

“So I visited big brother Wukong for some tea.” That statement made the pig’s ears perk up and a small smile appeared on his face, the smallest mention of the monkey made his heart leap. He bit his lip to suppress the grin. When Sandy’s voice died down all of a sudden, the pig lifted his chin up to see the demon with his tilted slightly to the right and an eyebrow raised. “Why did ya stop?”

The demon met his question with one of his own. “Did you just smile?”

“What?”

“Did you just smile when I mentioned Wukong?”

“No,” he said in an unconvincing manner. “Why would I?”

“Okay… So my big brother told me…” Another smile. “You did it again!”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Uh huh. You’ve been doing that a lot lately, Pigsy. Smiling when my big brother talks to you or you hear about him, blushing when he touches you, giving him a break by not yelling at him all the time. Oh. OH! Oh my gods, you like Wukong!”

“Shad-Shaddup,” he exclaimed as his face turned a rosy red.

“Awwww! That’s adorable! Right, Mo?” He asked the cat on his shoulder with Mo giving an approving meow in response.

“Shush! I just think he’s cute. That’s it.”

“You like my older brother,” Sandy teased in a sing-songy voice. “If it’s any consolation, he likes you too.”

“What?”

“Yea. I was talking to him-”

“Wow. Ya talk to your brother, what a shocker, Sandy.” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

Sandy rolled his eyes. “I was talking to him and he mentions you a lot. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him happier than when he talks about you. You make him happy.”

His mouth went dry. Wukong talked about him? “Are ya sure?”

“Completely. I know my brother. You should ask him out!”

Ask him out? ASK HIM OUT? He couldn’t do that. “No! I am not doin’ that! Certainly there’s better options than me. I’m-”

Sandy cut him off by saying, “One of the best people I know.”

His eyes became soft. “Sandy…”

“It’s true. You know even with your bitter beginnings, he likes you. There’s something different about him when he’s with you. I could set you up on a date.”

“A date?!” He massaged his neck. “No! No! I couldn’t ask that of you and ya could be mistaken. Maybe he just thinks of me as a really good friend.”

Wujing looked at him as if he was an idiot and for some reason, it felt familiar. Wait, why did it feel familiar? Oh well. “Good friends don’t blush when they ramble on about their friend’s stunning blue eyes or their “friend’s” adorable passion for noodles. Huh, Pigsy?”

He blinked. “Ya got a point… but are ya sure?”

“YES! Now can I please set you up on a date? I could set up a romantic cruise.”

“NO! Sandy, I love you. I really do but I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Please. Let me set you up on a date. I want you and my big brother to be happy.”

“Sandy!”

“Pleaasseeeee!” His bottom lip quivered while his hands clasped together and he gave his best puppy-dog eyes.

The pig sighed and pinched the bridge of his snout. “Fine. One date!” He put up a finger to emphasize his point. “If this goes south, I’m blamin’ ya.”

“It won’t.” He squeezed the pig and cradled him from side to side. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You won’t regret this,” he shouted and ran out of the shop.

The pig gave an exasperated sigh. “I’m goin’ to regret this,” he said and went back to cleaning.

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Pigsy tugged on the collar of his blue flannel. Why did he agree to this again?

In the middle of Sandy’s boat was a table covered by cloth with candles on each side along with petals scattered across it. He crept forward but paused when he spotted a familiar monkey talking with Sandy who was in black and white suit with his hair combed back.

Wukong was wearing an orange button up and tan pants, a monkey necklace around his neck, he looked so handsome.

The pig’s face burned, he needed to go home and change right now! Maybe he could slip out before they noticed him. He spun himself and took a step when he heard a shout from Wukong, “Pigsy!”

He turned back with his shoulders hunched to see Wukong right in front of him smiling and Sandy by his side with a smirk. “Hey, Wukong. Hey, Sandy! You look, nice, Wukong,” he complimented.

The monkey’s cheeks were a deep pink. “Thanks. You look nice too.”

“Thanks…”

Sandy huffed and nudged his older brother. “Hm?” The demon made a gesturing motion. “Oh!” He passed a bouquet of roses to the pig. “Here.”

The pig eagerly took it with a grin and took a big whiff of the flowers. “Thanks. I didn’t take you as a ‘give people flowers’ type of guy. Cliche much?”

The king barked out a laugh.“Well the cliches are good when you’re trying to impress someone,” he stated with a wink.

Pigsy’s face flushed further. They stood there grinning at the other before Sandy said, “Okay, love birds. Come on. Follow me.”

The three walked towards the table with Wukong pulling up a chair for Pigsy. “Here you are.”

“Such a gentleman,” he teased as he sat down.

Wukong’s smile in response was blinding, he pushed the chair closer towards the table and he took the seat across from the chef. Sandy glanced between them. “Do you guys want anything specific to eat?”

“No, little brother, anything is fine.”

“Yea. I’m good with anythin’.”

“Alright. I’ll be right back. But first.” He pulled out a bottle of peach wine and poured it in their glasses. “There. I’ll be back,” he exclaimed and ran off, in the background, classical music started playing.

Silence lingered between the two until Wukong lifted his wine glass to his lips and drank. “You know I only drink wine on special occasions.”

“So I’m a special occasion?” He asked shyly.

“Yea, you are.” Pigsy ducked his head at the reply. “Have I ever told you how cute you are?”

“Wh-what?” Wukong thought he was cute?

“I’m glad you agreed to go on a date with me.”

“Ye-yea. Me too. That you agreed, I mean. Didn’t think ya would.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know…. Just didn’t really believe Sandy when he told me you were interested.”

“Of course I am. I like you.” Pigsy choked on air. “Pigsy?”

“Am I dreamin’ or did you just say you like me?”

“Awww. I’m flattered you have dreams about me but no, you aren’t dreaming. I’m serious. I like you. In fact, I got another gift for you.” He reached inside for a box. He opened it to reveal a golden bracelet with an orange and red gem in the middle. A courtship bracelet.

Pigsy’s heart thumped rapidly. “Wukong…It’s beautiful. I- like you too.”

“Can I put it on you?”

“Obviously.”

The king’s tail wagged, he skipped over to the pig and placed the bracelet around his wrist. The pig rotated it. “It looks wonderful on y- mmmm…” He didn’t have time to finish that sentence when he was gripped by his shirt and pulled into a kiss.

“Sandy! I’m here,” MK shouted as he stepped onto the boat. “Want to hang out? Wait… flowers, candles, soft music playing. Am I trapped in the calabash again?!” He gasped then ran off. No way was he going on a date with a fake Mei!

The two didn’t notice he was there, they separated with love present in their eyes until Sandy brought out a plate of spaghetti. The date was filled with laughter and handholding with Sandy smirking on the sidelines.

A few days after their date, Sandy decided to go back to his brother’s mountain for some quality time, not saying a word when a silver band with a pink gem was clear on his brother’s wrist.