#n cold macaque

[ningadudexx]

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

[kyri45]

im gonna cry

my man basically confessed to macaque

and mac basically says that he kinda moved on from what happened between them

and then they got married (the way theyre looking at each other:(((((((()

you do not understand they mean SO much to me

thing is i often see them getting mischaracterized whenever theres a bit where they communicate things, but never while reading any dialogue between them where they talk things out in this comic have i felt as if it was too off the rails from canon shadowpeach, that literally means the world to me whenever i see an update on this comic im like screaming jumping up and down and biting walls even if there isnt any shadowpeach content overall its so sweet (or makes me wanna cry) i hope your blanket will be cold on both sides for the rest of your life:(

your artstyle is so yum too ueueueeue

btw i hope youre doing well mentally and eating n sleeping enough and drinking enough water :DD

AGHDMHSMFYS THANK YOU!!! THAT WAS SO SWEET!! YES THEY ARE DOWN SO BAD

[emelinstriker]

{Eternal Servants AU} Macaque ♤ Sounds of Silence

Art drawn by me + the AU is mine.

Just a smol little hurt/comfort drabble on the topic of ESAU!Macaque being unable to sleep alone in a room.

[TL;DR] Macaque hears the voice again.

♤ ~ Comfort ~ ♤

The dark-furred simian woke up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating as this damned voice invaded his mind again. Macaque held his hands over his six ears as he desperately tried to silence the corrupted whispery voice. "No... N-No... Shut up.. S-Shut.. up..."

Usually the voice wouldn't be a problem had Wukong been in the room, or anyone else for that matter. But he noticed very quickly when he woke up that he was alone...

All alone...

Tears welled up in his eyes at the voice. Everytime he heard it getting louder, the more he felt like he was losing himself.

Suddenly, he jumped onto his feet, his hands still desperately covering his six ears as he tried thinking of what to do. His mind felt like it was slowly melting as he quickly opened a shadow portal beneath him, making his panicked self fall through. Unlike his usually controlled and smooth movement when landing, he straight up fell onto something soft, his eyes were shut as he landed face first on the fabric.

That's when he noticed the voice getting quieter until it disappeared again. He was still hyperventilating as he looked up, noticing he was on someone's bed.

And not just anyone's bed.

"Mhm... What the wha... Mac..? Is that you..? Did you have a nightmare..?" You asked him tiredly, your words slurred a bit as you tried making out his silhouette. The only thing that made you know that this had to be your purple champion were his ears and tail.

Macaque hiccupped as he quickly crawled up to you, hugging you tightly while he felt you sitting up straighter to hug him back.

Now very much concerned, you gently rubbed his back as you comforted him, letting him cry into the crook of your neck. "Shhh... It's okay... You're alright... I'm here, Mac... I'm here...", you soothed him softly, swaying just a bit to try calm him down from his panic attack. The moment he loosely wrapped his tail around your waist was when you knew it was slowly working. After a while, the dark-furred simian's breathing became a lot more regular as you told him to take a deep breath, count to three, and exhale a few times. Once he was only sobbing a bit you decided to ask him, "Are you feeling better now? Did you have a nightmare?"

"I-It wasn't a nightmare, Master... I just... heard the voice again... Wukong wasn't in the room..." He responded shakily as he nuzzled into your shoulder to calm down. Sighing you kissed the top of his head, making his breath hitch as he kept desperately holding onto you, almost as if he was afraid you would disappear.

The monkey, finally having mostly calmed down, left a soft little kiss on your neck. "...Thank you, Master... For not leaving me."

That reminded you... Why did Wukong leave their room in the middle of the night anyway?

Suddenly, as if to answer your question, the door swung open and whoever entered was so inhumanely fast they were already next to your bed in a heartbeat, while the wind of their speed hit you in the face. Judging by the silhouette, you knew this had to be Wukong himself. It was too dark to see his expression, but his posture seemed to have been in a rather worried panic.

"Master, I felt a spike in-" He then stopped himself as he notices Macaque hugging you tightly in bed. He just stood there for a few seconds before realization set in. He sighed, "I'm... I'm so sorry, Macaque..." Your blue champion then got tackled into a hug by your purple champion, who sniffled into the older monkey's shoulder, Clearly having missed the presence of the other simian. Especially under these circumstances.

Turns out Wukong had left because he went to grab a small nighttime snack, but forgot to wake up the other monkey. He knew it was his fault for not waking up Macaque or taking him with him, and he felt extremely guilty for it as it reminded him of when the two of them became servants.

"I'm sorry for leaving...", Wukong mumbled repeatedly. You barely heard him profusely apologize, but Macaque heard it all, which made him hold onto his brother tighter. You smiled softly as you heard Wukong comfort Macaque. Despite barely being able to make out what was happening in the darkness, since unlike them you didn't have enhanced night vision, you knew they were hugging it out. And that was quite sweet to witness due to how rarely Wukong ever showed his emotional side in general.

"If you two want, you can sleep with me for the night. At least it might calm Mac down better", you offered as you scooted over to the middle of the master bed. While Wukong took his time joining you, Macaque was all too eager and jumped at the opportunity, happily snuggling into your side, holding onto you like a koala. If you listened closely, you could hear the faint rumble of a purr, confirming he was comfortable with his position.

Eventually you fell back asleep. This time safe and sound between two of your champions.

[ Masterlist ]

[itsabouttimex2]

Y/N’s not the Beloved?

(At least, not at first)

Thinking so hard about Y/N just… not being the “beloved” in the yandere dynamics, and instead being the “neglected” party.

Just, like-

It’s not that Sun Wukong and Macaque don’t love you for being their precious adopted kiddo, but… you’re “just” a person, and you don’t have a tail or fur to groom like them. You can’t climb as well as they can, and you don’t have fangs. And you just aren’t strong enough to keep up.

So there’s this inherent disparity, and you feel sometimes more like a guest than a member of the family.

But then MK’s rock comes along! And then it hatches and there’s a new little monkey in the family for them dote on! They have a new baby, one that’s just like them!

In a way that you just… aren’t.

You just can’t compare. Sure, they still love you- you’re never hungry or cold, your clothes are plentiful, and they still support your interests, but…

They just don’t love you like they love him.

Because MK gets the nicest things, in all the ways you didn’t. He gets brand new clothes just right for a growing boy with a true form that fractures in and out of existence. But many of your “new” clothes have to be hastily sewn up because they’re hand-me-downs from Papa, and they had ear and tail slits- they were made for Mystic Monkeys, after all!

(And you aren’t one of them, no matter how hard you try to be.)

And MK gets his favorite foods and snacks whenever he asks, no matter how far Baba has to travel or how many stores his clones have to trawl to find those illusive treats. And when he digs in, you think of the times Papa taught you to “appreciate” his hard work in the kitchen by making you eat every bite of a meal he made, even if you gagged and coughed through it… but MK gets full impunity to have sides replaced whenever he decides a food is “yucky” without even trying it.

You got gifts for being well-behaved or accomplishing goals, but MK gets them for simply asking. You got money by doing extra chores or babysitting the mountain monkeys. MK is given it because your dads are in a good mood.

Not to mention how many of your hobbies and free days are undermined because you “need” to babysit the favorite child.

So on, and so forth.

And then one day it all grinds to a peak and you can’t take the favoritism anymore, so you eventually have the quietest messy breakdown known to man in the ungodly hours of the morning. When you finally manage to pull yourself together, the decision is promptly made- with a tightly-packed bag in tow, you sneak out through a window, clamber down the house walls, and disappear beyond the horizon.

And Macaque and Wukong are devastated, obviously. Sure, you aren’t the “beloved”, which is clearly MK, but you’re still their baby!

BUT! It gets even worse, because for all the worry in their hearts, MK is even worse!

He throws tantrums and rejects food and has uncontrollable fits where he bites bloody marks into his arms through hysteric tears. And even when the kiddo isn’t screaming his bloodied little mouth off, it’s only to scream for you to come back.

So, while they would’ve always made an honest effort to bring you back home (this is your home, even if it doesn’t always feel like it), having their “beloved” child start to genuinely harm himself over your absence only ramps up the efforts to get their first kid back.

“Open the door,” comes your papa’s tempered voice, barely second after you’ve registered the knock. “C’mon, kiddo. We need to talk.”

His foot meets the wooden door, tapping and testing the strength- not that there was really any question he could clear the flimsy barrier.

Tap. Tap.

At the pause, you drop everything and scramble into the closet, right as Macaque kicks through the door with a huff. The leather of his boot catches the light with a dark gleam, but he retracts it and readies for another blow.

“You in, Mac?”

“Not yet- I missed.”

His next strike lands true, shredding the cheap doorknob out of place so forcefully that it tears through the glass window behind it and disappears into the bushes behind the hotel, entirely flattened into a copper disk.

“Not bad,” cheers Wukong, peering into the wrecked room. “Not bad at all, bud!”

With a hand clasped over your mouth to muffle the sound of shallow breathing, you hunker down and wait- with a bitter thought at how casual they are about all this.

Didn’t they realize how badly hurt you were by the unabashed favoritism, the constant coming in second, the unending isolation?

How could they treat this like a casual outing?

“Alright, bud- pack your bags and put on something warm! We’re heading home!

Just barely you manage to bite back a cry of frustration over this miserable circumstance, expected to return to a home that had essentially shunted you aside.

“C’mon, brat. Did you really think we’d let you spend any more time in this hellhole? The mountain is a lot safer, anyways.”

You don’t even realize that Macaque is reaching into the closet until he has your upper arm in his hold, pulling until you’ve cleared the wooden threshold molding between your sanctuary and the living space.

Barely even on your feet, Wukong is upon you with a scarf, wrapping it tight and finishing with a neat bow.

“You know, MK really missed you,” he sighs, thinking of tantrums that spanned hours and the smell of mold in the kitchen when food the child flung had spilled under the counter and gone unnoticed for far too long.

Why should you care that their baby was suffering?

But whether you care or not (and they’re certainly not waiting for your opinion), they’re going to take you “home”.

With Wukong’s hand to wrap around your shoulders and Macaque’s to grip your wrist, they slowly march the way back to the precious little Mystic Monkey that you’ve come to hate.

And though your heart turns over at the sight of MK wailing on the floor, there’s this strange discomfort that arises when they call it that:

“Y/N is back!”

and it prompts an immediate end of his formerly hysterical waterworks?

Because he runs to you and throws both of his chubby little arms around your legs, demanding that you “never ever leave again!” and both of your dads are right behind him, because their son gets whatever he wants, when he wants it-

And what MK wants is you.

[genderfluid-insomniac]

A/N: I had fun with this one!

Behind the curtain// Six-Eared Macaque x reader (NSFW)

“Fuck!” You harshly whispered and tugged on Macaque's midnight black fur, clapping your hand on your mouth as your heart raced and hearing the soft murmurs of the audience. The cold brick wall of the backstage pressed against your bare back and jolts of pleasure shot through you causing your legs to tighten around his head, hearing a hiss and feeling him bite your inner thigh. “Close your thighs together anymore and I’ll make you scream my name.” Slowly teasing your clit with his tongue and brushing the sensitive nub with his fangs.

Oh, how he adored that sharp intake of breath and how you easily agreed to this risky little escapade. The confusion washed over your face as he hoisted you up so your thighs were on either side of his head and your cute blush appeared when you realized he planned to eat you out just before a show. He looked back up at you with a smirk, hands firmly wrapped around your hips to keep you up. “Any louder and the audience might think they’re seeing a different show. I think that’d be fun, showing everyone else that you’re mine and mine alone.” You whined softly and gave him a desperate expression. Your chest and thighs were covered in hickeys and bites for proof you were taken.

He went back to work, letting his tongue roam your walls and searching for which spots gave the best reactions. Every now and then Macaque would let one of his sharp teeth graze your bundle of nerves which made you closer to cumming. Of course, he couldn’t let you cum now. Sucking your pussy harshly as you muffled a loud moan with your hand and glared at him for edging you, smirking against your wet cunt. “Bastard.” You managed to spit out.

Slick dripped from his lips and was smeared on your thigh as he left a trail of kisses up to your vagina, biting your soft plush skin and licking the tiny pricks of blood popping up. “My own mate calling me a bastard? After all the pleasure I’ve given you I would’ve thought you’d be begging for me to fuck you.” He teased and pushed his tongue into your hole before you could finish your retort. Your hand grabbed clumps of his fur behind his head and pushed your pussy closer to his mouth, rolling your hips as you felt your orgasm about to come crashing over you.

”Not yet, lotus.” He clicked his tongue and carefully lowered you down, keeping you against his chest to stop you from collapsing and kissing your lips softly. You caught your breath and whimpered as you felt your walls clamp around nothing, feeling your high quickly fall till it was nothing. Nuzzling his nose against your cheek and whispering in your ear. “I’ll consider letting you cum if you don’t touch yourself until my performance is over. You can be my good mate, can’t you?” He chuckled richly.

You nodded and bit back a curse, not wanting to dig your grave even further. Carefully putting on your discarded clothes with his help and sitting on on table near the ropes for the curtains and lights. Macaque put his hood up along with his human disguise and began to walk towards the center of the stage, glancing back at you for one last smug grin.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Took me a bit to think of this. BUUT Here I am 😈 For Genderbend Wukong month A male y/n who is the owner and main bartender of a bar (or tavern for the historical monkies). Charming, and a tease, but with an ice cold, calculating temper if someone were to mess around with his bar, or lord forbid, his monkey queens. Also the kind of guy to hide a shotgun under the counter of his establishment 0-0 (or some blunt weapon in the historical ones)

Like, one day he is chilling in the bar, chatting with monkey queen, some knucklehead walks in and tries to start trouble with monkey queen. But before she can kick them to kingdom come, Y/N shoots dude in the head with the shotgun, (alternatively, bashes their skull in with a bat) then just turns around and says; "I do hope that was not too much trouble for you, sweetheart. Here, have any drink, on the house." Calm and sweet as if he's not covered in blood.

This is Very Moe szyslak coded and I love it🤣🤣🤣

(Lmk Wukong) You have her wrapped around your lego claws with how sweet and kind you are. You first met a few months back when she wanted a to buy some drinks for her home, that was until she made eye contact with a Hot male monkey with a sweet smile, that left her breathless. You smiled at her

(M/N) Welcome to my bar peachpie, now what can I get you??☺️

Yeah Wukong was struck with cupids arrow that day, and for weeks she continued to both visit you and blab to everyone about you. Mk and Mike (male mei) can tell she liked you alot and decided to meet you along with everyone else. Of course you welcomed everyone with the same friendly smile and got soda and snacks for everyone and you all became fast friends, until the atmosphere was ruin by Wukong's enemies who didn't like the idea of losing to a women🙄🙄🙄 Mk and the others joined in the fight to help her. Until the demons were blown away with their corpses on fire, everyone slowly turned to see you holding a shotgun with an angry look on your slightly blooded face.

(Mk) WHOA!!!?!?!😲😲😲

(Macaque) God damn😥😥😥

(Mike) BRO HE ROTISSERIE CHICKEN THEIR ASSES!!!!!!

(M/n) Yeah Sorry about the mess folks, I'm usually better at controlling my temper, here's some snacks and drinks on the house 😥

All Wukong did was stare at you with a blush on her face

(MKR Wukong) Wukong has been acting Strangely, not in a I'm mighty pissed but in a I might have met someone and i don't want people to know way. Pigsy being the nosy fat bastard he was followed Wukong to a place called M/n's tavern, and their he saw her purring and flirting with a tall monkey man. She was smiling and every as she cuddle and laid on to the chest of the taller male, the two even kissed🤩😲. To say Pigsy was shocked is an HUGE understatement, because Wukong got a boyfriend!!! While pigsy ran to tell the monk Wukong sat and had a few drinks with you.

(M/n) more wine for you my dear as you tell me about your day😊

(MKR)(blushes) Oh yes and thank you😌

As you guys continued your date, when a large Demon thug busted in demanding to fight the monkey queen, Wukong was automatically pissed as her quality time with you was interrupted. Then something she didn't expect happened before she can do anything, she saw a large spiky bat make contact with the jacka**'s face he was now a headless bleeding corpse. Just in time to see the monk and the pilgrims bust in but Wukong was looking at something else. Soon the group joined at staring at you with a large bat and some blood on your angry face

(M/n): I'm awfully sorry about the mess dear here's some drinks for you and your friends, I'll clean this up.

Wukong was more madly in love with you then ever, and everyone can also see why your dating.

(NR Wukong) She quickly became a regular at your bar, you told her you don't get many beautiful woman around your bar and she was hooked! Every night she would come back for not only the drinks but to see the sexy man that man's the bar from behind. You had no problem flirting back at her for being such a sweetheart even giving her a few drinks as you bond and flirt

(M/n) My dear queen, this is the 4th night in a row surely my drinks Can't be that good😇

(NR) Oh your drinks are fine, but I'm loving the one who makes them even more😉😘

Just then a group of demons came Barging in not only making a mess in the bar but as began harassing the monkey queen, which totally raised yours and Wukong's blood pressure. Wukong got up and was going to teach these loser scrubs idoits a lesson before she saw not one, not two but all of the bastard get blowed to the shadow realm. Wukong was shocked at the look at your face as you were pissed and had blood on it while holding your large shot gun. You finally and apologized to her.

(M/N) Here's another drink madam, as an apology for my Barbaric outburst😥

Wukong would have loved the other drink if she was busy Making out with you.

(HIB Wukong) Fudge did Wukong have a very stressful week, Luier caught a cold and Silly boy has been acting up lately. Not to mention some more demons were picking fights with her, over a lot of old stupid sh*t. She was just so stressed out and needed to unwind a bit so, she went to your bar and fell face first exhausted. After a While a fancy drink was put in front of her

Wukong was mildly confused then she looked up to see a Incredibly handsome monkey man with a sweet smile offering her a drink

(M/n) Here Darling you look like you can use itsmack

(Wukong) I'm sorry I'm kinda strapped for cash

(M/N) darling no you deserve it

Wukong smiled as she felt relaxed around you and soon found herself opening up to you about everything in her life, that was until a group of knucklehead decided to come and mess up your tavern, while harassing the monkey queen. You quickly guessed these are the cause of Wukong's stress, and before Wukong can Get up and whooped their ass again. You grabbed a large spiky bat from behind your bar and Whacked those guys so hard that they became classified blood stains on your floor. You face was distorted from rage and covered in blood then you turned to Wukong...

(M/n) I apologize for both the mess and the outbursts, your drink is still on the house I'll take care of the mess😅

Wukong now wandered if you were single😮😳

(Netflix Wukong) She stood infront of M/n's tavern with a nervous blush on her face, she looked over to see Lin give her a thumbs up before she took a deep breath and finally went inside. You see Wukong had grown a huge crush on the owner of the place AKA you, for weeks now but she never knew how to talk to you until she got some advice from Lin. Now here she is walking over to you saying hi and introducing herself to you. You had quickly gave her your name with a gentle smile, she was quick to relax and hit it off well.......that was until some demons who were beefing with the monkey queen Barge in and made a mess at your bar. As the demanded for a rematch and Wukong was mighty pissed at them for ruining her first impression for you, well that was until the same demon quickly became smashed fruity under a large bat. Wukong was shocked to see you holding a large bat you hit behind your bar, you calm down and made a drink for her

(M/n) Here sweetheart it's on the house sorry you had to see that😓😓😓

Later Lin had ask how it went, and Wukong told him your both already dating with Marriage in mine🥰🥰🥰

(BMW Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh she was a regular at your tavern coming over every night and drinking your rice wine and paying you more then the drinks were worth. She was quite a handful but you never minded you love when she would come over, for she had plenty of interesting stories for you to listen too. Wukong also valued her time with you as she liked you more then a Companion and saw you as mate material but then one nice....

(M/n) So then what happened queenie??🙃

(BMW) Well, I knocked all those pathetic men on the asses. The look on their face was priceless 🤣

You were both laughing at the story, until some Familiar faces came and Barge into the tavern turns out the guys she whooped were not taking their loss to great and followed Wukong here for a rematch. Wukong was ready to grant the their suicide request until suddenly a Bat bat bashed their heads in turning them all into minced meat, it was you with blood covering your enraged face.

(M/n) I'm sorry my queen I'll get this cleaned up right away 😓

Wukong just stood their with hearts in her eyes😍😍😍

(Destined one) Now it was the destined one who captured your heart first, especially when she had such a cute face even when she looked curious. She came to your tavern because she had walked quite a way and her feet were killing her badly. You learned in her silence that she's called the destined one and that she is on a mission, and you took it upon yourself to listen and take care of her offering her to stay at your tavern. That was until thugs had bust in trying to rob not only you but he harassed and insult the destined one. She was just gonna ignore the guy until she saw you take out a bad and turn that moron into a pile of guts. You had blood on your face but turned calmly to the destined one and gave her a drink

(M/N) On the house young miss, I'm sorry about my outburst.I just didn't like what he said to you😊

The Destined one did not know what to make if this, but now she was very interested in you

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[quixotical-lymbo]

howdy! hope your day is going well

if you're comfortable with it, could I please request macaque x reader general fluff headcanons?

reader is transmasc (or just male if you're not confident in writing that), chubby, very affectionate, and loves cooking.

thank you in advance. if you're unable to do this then I completely understand! 👍🏿

Warnings/Tags: Post-S2, Trust issues, tooth-rotting fluff, brief implications of self-esteem issues, Macaque being an asshole.  Word Count: 900+ words 

 How you two met: It was an accident, honestly. Macaque wasn't even supposed to be hanging around people's apartments like some weirdo–but he had a bad run-in with a few old 'friends' in the neighborhood and he happened to pick the apartment with an opened window. Before he could leave the next morning, you had already seen him. Surprisingly, you offered to patch up his wounds and shelter him until they healed enough. Reluctantly, he agreed. 

First impressions: Macaque thought you looked weak and were too naive. Given by your rounder physique and softer features he assumed you wouldn't hold up against him in a fight if it came down to it. Those are some of the reasons why he agreed to stay with you at first. You thought this stranger was pitiful and lonely. Not only was he banged up badly, but he seemed…troubled and in need of a friend or two. 

How you two acted around each other as….: 

Acquaintances? Somewhat guarded, but that was a given since the two of you only shared each other's names before retreating to your own sections of your apartment. Macaque had the living room and couch, while you had your bedroom or the kitchen to whip something up for him. Basically, you two were unspoken roommates that rarely crossed paths unless absolutely necessary.

Friends? Warmer, Macaque still doesn't fully open up to you, but him cracking a few jokes here and there makes the mood between you two lighten up. It definitely helped that you took note of his favorite dishes and showered him in baked goods. 

More than friends…? Woah, woah, woah, bucko. Hold your monkeys! Macaque couldn't…no he shouldn't…why does he want to get close to you, but at the same time want to run away? What were you doing to him, was this some sort of witchcraft or something? Macaque definitely had a realization that he was getting wayyyy too comfortable around you and would be cold/wishy-washy with you for a few weeks until you confronted him about it. 

It was then he decided to take a leap of faith for the first time in a while and spill out what he was feeling (he definitely didn't say EVERYTHING EVERYTHING, but it was enough to get his point across). 

Thankfully, you felt the same way—confused, yet weirdly comfortable around him unlike anybody else you've ever been around. It was more than a comfy feeling when you were around him, more of a need to be in his good graces and wanting to be a bit more than 'roommates.' Macaque made you feel..safe, if anything. 

What does Macaque love like about you?

He likes how compassionate you are, but also hates how generous and naive you can be at times which he admits he takes advantage of sometimes.

He likes  how he doesn't even have to ask for things when you're already one step ahead and give him what he needs/wants, whether that's a hot meal, tending to his wounds, or even just being there for him. 

Another thing he loves about you is how unapologetically courageous you are.

You aren't afraid of most things normal would be afraid of (heck, you don't even kill any bugs that crawl in your apt.), and you aren't afraid of who you are. 

Sure, sometimes he witnesses you in a few bouts of self-doubt whenever you stand in front of a mirror, but he's always there whispering nothing but praises into your ear before slowly guiding your eyes to the parts of you that he loves. 

Macaque won't admit it out loud, but the fact that his man can cook, bake, and is a good person without all the ulterior motive bullshit makes him more smug than ever.

It's not that you're a prize, object, or anything, but the fact you actually want him seriously is an ego boost for him. 

My man, my man, my man 24/7 365. 

It's time for some fun lil' tidbits!

Macaque was confused when he saw your old family photos feature two adults and what appeared to be the girl version of you. When you explained to him that it was you before fully embracing your identity, Macaque understood and hasn't treated you any differently since, you're still his boyfriend even if he doesn't understand why you like him that much. 

Whenever you pepper his face in kisses, his body freezes and he is just a statue while his tail just starts writhing before curling around your waist. When you first did this, you were a bit startled by his reaction but after being reassured that he liked it (just wasn't used to so much touch, or rather physical touch that didn't involve being punched or choked) you continued. 

He isn't a big fan of being hugged from behind, which you quickly found out after being pinned against the kitchen counter–after a few apologies, you baked his favorite desserts and cuddled him for the rest of the afternoon. 

He loves teasing you about that one incident when you walked in on him undressing. It was hilarious watching you scramble around trying not to look at him. 

🍜 - Please let me know if anything is amiss, this is my first time writing for a transmasc reader. I do not give permission for anyone to translate, copy, republish, or plagiarize any of my written works. I provide no permission for any of my literary works to be used in artificial intelligence. sparkle banner(s) by @adornedwithlight !!

[ainnur]

Be Nice to Me [PuppetPeach]

Little something I wrote for @halfdeadhalfpaniced Stunt Guy au [PuppetPeach timeline].

Sumary:

Wukong maybe an asshole all the time you know. But he still can have a bad day. Mayor just there for their night

A/N: Again this base on @halfdeadhalfpaniced au. It's also ooc since this just an au. I'm no writer. And my English kinda shitty. This also inspired by Revenge Together

Be Nice To Me [PuppetPeach]

Sun Wukong is a lot of things. He is hansome, smart, a great actor , cocky asshole, a brat, selfish liar and a lot of other things. His life is internasional, he both hated and loved.

But again he also living being with feeling. Under all that masks he nothing more than what he is. Even with all that complex part of him still fragile. The part that have him wanted to tear himself apart.

If you know where to poke he can shatter. So what he do? He put on layers with his loud personality, his annoying voice, his sarcam and his smug face. Wukong bury that side of him in place that deeper than any soul could reach. But sometimes he get trap there and unable to reach the surface. Who want to see it anyway? Not even himself.

Wukong sit on edge of his bed looking tired. He stare his window little longer than other day. He sigh. He know today just his bad day. Everything just have to be wrong for him.

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Earlier Wukong woke up with headache and he run out of his favorite energy drink. He go to work tired at some point. But tired of what? Wukong would say everything in his life now day. Sometimes he wonder what could happened if he wasn't so him about everything. Will he be with Macaque?

Macaque....for first time in a moment he forget about Macaque. Maybe he just tired. But for some reason he get feel cold breze on his skin. That make him feel creppy. He brush the feeling off and try to focus. Everything today just feel like a blur to Wukong.

There is one tiny problem that make Wukong want to jump off building. Wukong can't act. That make him mad. They tried to record this one scane for over hours now. He keep messing up and he know everyone just done with him at this point. He keep mess up the line, forget his cue , take a wrong step and simply foget how to act as the character he suppose to be! What happend to him?! He clenched his fists, digging his nails into his own palm until he could feel the blood trickle down a little. He hissed at the pain but part of him was satisfied.

"Seriusly Sun Wukong?! How long you gonna do this!?" Wukong turn his head to owner of the voice. He kinda foget her name at the time but that doesn't matter to him. Wukong just stare at her with blank eyes. "You make all the noises of how good you are at acting but here you fucking-" "Enough! Everyone tired okay? Let's just go home, relax ourself and shine tommorow"

Wukong don't know what happend but sudenly everyone just go home. Wukong wanted that and thanks to whoever bless his pray.

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Wukong let out another sigh of what happennig today. How can he fuck with acting?! He can mess up with anything in his life. Anything. Like really He fuck his relationship with his mothers and brother, his friend, his fans and Macaque......BUT he CAN'T mess up acting. He just CAN'T. That what he good at and what make him feel like 'himself"

Wukong want to pull his hair hard. But he didn't, he just let down his beautiful wavy ginger hair down. It's messy but Wukong didn't find motivasion the moment to brush it after shower. He stare at wall of long time scratching the skin at his collar bone until it draw bit of blood but he still keep going. Wukong doesn't know what to feel. He feel a lot of emotional and nothing at the same time.

Wukong feeling like he wanted to cry. But he didn't have tears for it. He just simply want shut the world down. He look away to his phone on his pillow. He been avoid a lot of massege from MK lately. Maybe because MK's best friend Mei seem to dislike him for some reason and want him away from MK. But he don't know why and don't want to think about it. Wouldn't be a first time someone hates him. He know MK didn't hate him...well atleast he think MK didn't. And that's enough. He thinks.

Then he hear a knook at his door and he have feeling he know who that person.

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Mayor would call himself a gentleman. Maybe a little mess up and bit creepy. But other than that he is a gentle person who use brain before anything. He also loyal. Loyal to his partner, Macaque.

Than come Sun Wukong. Some punk asshole who try to steal Macaque away from him. One interesting thing about Wukong is that he can bring the worst out of Mayor. Even Mayor himself doesn't know. Maybe it's just Wukong curse.

Wukong bring the side he never knew he have. He never be a violent person not until Wukong making him feel satisfied for punching someone at their face until it bleed. He never be a verbal person not until Wukong making him want curse the living shit of this world at one person. He was never a bitter person toward anyone not until Wukong making him pissed with his annoying voice. Wukong is homewrecker asshole who try to ruin everything of other people life. Funny enough Wukong is not the one ruin Macaque for him tho. It's was Macaque himself who break things off with with him. Yet he didn't understand why. He try to reach Macaque but Macaque didn't let him.

Maybe this just a test. Meeting by cruel fate Mayor and Wukong somehow always end up sharing bed. Swearing it's one time thing doesn't do anything as Mayor keep end up at Wukong's. He leave Wukong in the morning. Nothing worth to wait there anyway.

Mayor have to admit that Wukong have his own aura. Something like a shadow who try to cover the sun. He is layers and Mayor kinda drawn to that and wanting to see more as speend more time with him. He discover a lot of things of the monkey he call asshole. Something that maybe no one ever know because they could get close enough to Wukong to see it themself.

He notice a lot of tiny things about Wukong. How Wukong dislike hot food because of some trauma he never tell. How Wukong is sweet tooth and enjoy baking. He also collab a few time with famous internet star Chang'e herself. They are like friend or something Mayor think. He got lucky to taste Wukong baking and crave for more. Not like he would say that to Wukong. That would just make his ego more bigger than the sun itself.

Other than acting, Wukong also good at other art form. He good at making a lot of craft. Ceramics art, clay art , diy art and more you could list. Wukong house is like his personal galery of him. A lot of painting, vases, plates and decoration are made by him himself. Mayor is impress. He also know origami has special place in Wukong heart. He notice would always folding the coner of every paper if he have it in his hand. Doesn't matter is the paper is important or not he will play with it. He find it cute. Wait....cute? Wukong? HAH! Don't make him laugh.

More of Wukong, he notice how Wukong would play with his hair when bored or feeling nervous. How Wukong wave his hand around when talking to his brother with happy face. How sometimes Wukong mindlessly chew his tail. How Wukong like to distant himself from crowd place. How Wukong so gentle with any animals. How Wukong take his sweet time feeding stray animals near the his studio. The more Mayor watch, the more he know and more he want to know.

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Mayor is not suprise that he end up at Wukong's place again. It's like normal thing now and Wukong doesn't seem to say anything about it. But what suprise him how Wukong is. One thing about them is they always fight. It's start for Macaque then they just keep going. When they fight they fight dirty it's poisoning, loud, dirty, nasty, rude and painful. They fight over stupid things and end up fucking with hate.

But tonight Wukong wasn't even trying. He just look tired. Wukong doesn't know why he let Mayor inside anyway but here he is.

Mayor don't know what to say but he want to. This Wukong is different and he wanna know why. "..Why you.." He usually have no problems comforting someone. Someone like his ex-lover Macaque. He always know what to do and what Macaque need. But Wukong isn't Macaque doesn't he? He doesn't know what Wukong need. He doesn't know Wukong. Wait- why he care anyway? It's Wukong after all. He will be back to his asshole self anyway. Mayor just give burden to himself worrying over someone like Wukong. Wukong doesn't deserve his worry. He could just turn his heel and comeback tommorow or next week. He doesn't need to stay. He want to...

He doesn't want to see Wukong like this. The doesn't like it. Not even a bit. He want to reach Wukong and put a smile back on his stupid pretty face. He want to swipe that sad face away so they can being them back.

Wukong look at him with tired eyes. Then he just simply look away. "Shitty day I think. I just feeling like shit". Mayor come closer to him and listen. "I mess up a lot today and I know you know about that. Did you have a good laugh with that?"

Mayor shake his head wanting Wukong to keep going. Wukong sigh at that "It's just a shitty day. I don't know what wrong with me" Wukong softly whisper

"Nothing wrong with you Wukong " Mayor voice was gentle as he make his way go Wukong. He wrap his arms around Wukong pulling him into a hug. They never done that. Mayor wait for Wukong to push him away but Wukong didn't. In fact Wukong hold on to him tighter. Mayor didn't say anything after that. But that's okay, maybe this what Wukong need.

Wukong let himself drown for a moment. How long it's have been since him being hug? Wukong don't remember. Maybe when MK and him was little younger. Wukong forget how good that feel to have someone touch you without hurting at some way. Wukong don't want to let go.

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They somehow end up on Wukong bed with their clothes on floor. Mayor slowly make his way to Wukong neck...

Night with Wukong is interesting to say the least. Going on with their 'rival with benefits ' Mayor realize he doesn't want to things like this with any other. With Wukong anything could happened. It can be fast, it can hard , it can rough or it could be painful. All he have to do is just do it and Wukong let him. He never deny anything any just go with what's on table. Wukong also never ask for anything.

"Can you be nice to me tonight?"

That make Mayor stop a bit "What..." He need to make sure he hear Wukong correctly. "Can you..... be nice to me?" Wukong repeat. Nice huh. Nice is boring people say. 'nice' is said when you have nothing else to say. Nice just low meaning of good and great.

Mayor get it. Under everything that said about Wukong he still living being with feeling. Sometimes he need to be care for and sometimes he he need to be love. In the end of day that facts doesn't change.

Words didn't come out of Mayor lips. He would yes. Yes that he would be nice Wukong. Yes he would do anything for Wukong at moment. Anything.

"I got you"

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Wukong always wake up alone. Even when he with Macaque he just do. But today is different. When he wake up he feel two strong arms wrap around him like a protection. Wukong doesn't know how to feel about that. But he just let himself enjoy it. He know he will regret letting this happened but he still do it. He just being selfish to think this mean Mayor care about him. Oh well he a selfish asshole after all right?

[smilesatdawnmain]

Eternal LMK Au (Part 16) Interactive Story

I am reminded of the story of Eurydice and Orpheus

The rules are simple.: I will give the written passage, and then at the bottom there will be a vote on how the characters act next!

Story; Eternal Au

Ship; ShadowPeach

Gulping nervously, Wukong gave a sheepish laugh as he turned on his heels, “N-Now where did I put that thing?” he wrung his hands together, peering through the piles for the Khakkhara.

As he rummaged through the scattered treasures, the tickle of nostalgia caught him off guard, wrapping around his heart like a vine. The memories came rushing back—the days spent by his Master’s side, learning the sacred arts, the ways of the world, the ways of mortals and demons—everything felt simultaneously beautiful and painfully distant.

“Focus, Wukong,” he muttered to himself under his breath, shaking his thoughts free of lingering sentimentality. His hands brushed over shiny baubles and odd trinkets, but there it was—the khakkhara. It glinted in the light as he lifted it, blowing a bit of dust off the top. “There you are.”

He cradled the sacred staff between his palms, feeling its weight settle into his bones, “Okay,” he said quietly, glancing around for any sign of Mihou. He was around, he was sure- h-he hoped he was, but he spoke to the empty air, “This will work. You’ll see, everything will be okay.” There was a tension, one that he tried to smile through.

Yeahhh, his mate was definitely pissed. The search gave Wukong a bit of time to figure out why. At first he thought perhaps it was just the mention of his Master. That was a sore spot between then certainly, but that didn’t quite feel right to what Macaque was angry with.

As he lifted the staff, he began to realize.

His Master used this to vanquish demons, purge evil, summon the celestial powers in the air, and teleport them great distances.

…Teleport.

In all the long years they had been travelling, his Master could teleport. It was a thought Wukong himself hadn’t lingered on, as his Master only ever used it in dier situations. Yet, that was the thing, wasn’t it? He could remove himself out of dangerous situations, prevent catastrophe from occuring- m-maybe could have brought himself straight to the Buddha to deliver the scriptures….haha….

B-But that wasn’t how his Master was! He would never find the easy way out. He wanted to do things the way they were intended and learn the lesson from the journey so- so surely Macaque could understand that, yeah??

“Rightttt?” Wukong murmured more to himself than any unseen presence. He brushed a hand across the surface of the khakkhara, feeling every groove and etch that had been worn into it by years of his Master's grip. “Mihou… if you could just understand…”

But the room remained stubbornly silent, the chilly air wrapping around him like cold fingers clutching at his resolve. He dared to glance back over his shoulder, half-expecting to see Mihou's ethereal form standing there, arms crossed and eyes blazing. Instead, he found nothing but shadows cast by flickering candles, each flame dancing merrily as if to mock him.

Yeah, best he try not to justify it. He knew his Master well, but that did not mean he should expect Mihou to understand in return. So instead, he spun the khakkhara like his own staff, imagining the Monk’s squeaks and pleas for him not to wave it around like this. Holding it before him, he focused. Best they just get to the moon. With an exhale, he closed his eyes and focused.

Finding the pull of energy at his fingertips, he tapped the khakkhara down, recalling the hundreds of times his Master had done the same. A circle of energy swirled at his feet, forming symbols and glowing. Thinking of their destination, his eyes opened.

Suddenly he was surging, moving at speed faster then his eyes could follow, surging them through realms and planes- a bubble of light covering them in a protective glow before dropping them off on the barren tundras of the Moon’s surface.

“Ugh-” Wukong stumbled forward, the momentary disorientation causing him to teeter on the icy ground before he regained his balance. “Been a while since I did that.” The khakkhara trembled in his grasp, radiating a gentle warmth against the biting chill that clung to the lunar landscape. "Well, here we are," he said, forcing an upbeat tone into the stillness.

The vast, silver expanse of the Moon stretched endlessly before him, its surface dotted with craters. He could feel an echo of power humming through the ground beneath his feet—this place was steeped in ancient magic, a place where celestial beings danced and shadows were born. In the distance, he saw buildings and life- Chang’e’s domain.

“Undershot it a bit,” he clicked his teeth, realizing they weren’t quite at the right spot. He started walking, knowing it wouldn’t take long to get there. “A little Moon stroll hm, Mihou? Just you and me?”

He would have offered his arm with a flirty arm if he knew MIhou could grab it- even if he knew which direction to lean. Ah but...

....Where was Mihou around him right now? Behind? To his left? His right? Ahead?

He stopped walking.

"Sure is quite," The softness of his voice was swallowed by the desolate expanse, and for a moment, Wukong felt as if he truly were alone. The sharp cold bit at him and he paused, looking over his shoulder. He touched his waist, unable to feel the bond that connected them.

“Mihou?” he called, voice trembling against the stillness. No response echoed back, just the cold wind whispering across the lunar plains. The knots in his stomach tightened as panic clawed at the edges of his mind. Could it be that Mihou had been left behind?

He recalled a fable he heard from Mihou once. Of a woman being dragged to the underworld and a living man going down to fetch his love. They were given the opportunity for a second chance, but only if the man led the woman from the depths without looking back at her. If he looked back even once- he would lose her forever.

It was a concept of trust and blind faith, he believed Mihou said. Finding the gesture romantic and a trial. Wukong thought at the time it was foolish to think “not looking back” was a hard task to do.

"Well it's a tragedy." Mihou had said. "It's harder then you might think." he had been grooming Wukong’s fur at the time. “It’s beautiful, but tragic. A person’s mind can be so… fickle. A balance between hope and despair.” He stared at him, “Would you look back?”

“Pfft nooo~” Wukong snorted. Mihou quoted some poetry, “And as the shadows creep, one can hardly help but glance, for love is a restless watchman, ever peering into the dark for a second chance.’” Wukong had scoffed, nuzzling against Mihou’s lap, “I never understand you when you speak poetry,” he whined. “Things like that don’t actually happen.”

Mihou gave a little smile, kissing his forehead. “I hope you’re right about that.” he murmured against his skin. “Though, I would follow you out of the underworld time and time again.”

“So I’m leading?” Wukong snickered, grinning a toothy grin. He made grabbed hands to Mihou’s face, curling his fingers through his fur, “Like I’d even let you go to start.” he snorted, the idea preposterous.

Mihou smirked, considering that, “Maybe you are right, my reckless Peaches. I would be the one leading you from your own folly.” “Hey!” Wukong’s cheeks puffed.

It had been foolish…

But now, it gnawed at him. The idea of not seeing them- not knowing Mihou was right beside him, even if he couldn’t see or hear him

But now, it gnawed at him. The idea of not seeing them- not knowing Mihou was right beside him, even if he couldn’t see or hear him. His mind was his own worst enemy. Blind faith was- impossibly hard, he had come to realize. Logically, he knew Mihou had to be around him somewhere.

Logically.

He exhaled, frozen in place. If Mihou was here, he was probably wondering what the hold up was. “S-Sorry-” he stammered, shifting his weight. “You didn’t mention how long I should take a break from my vision. We didn’t agree on a time limit.” his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. He was rambling now, but in the end he pleaded, “C-Can I- I look at you-?”

Before he could finish, there was a rumble at their feet. Wukong’s head jolted upward, seeing what seemed like dust rising in the distance. No…something moving towards them. Like wheels against the moon, kicking up dirt. With a squint and a lean, Wukong scowled.

“What the-?” pointed bunny ears, robotic eyes- a robot shaped bunny. Seemed it had sensed an energy signature and was running out their way to investigate.

He should prepare for some sort of battle, clearly. He was unwanted here, as far as he knew. Probably try to take him prisoner, which he was not in the mood for.

Oh but…

the bunny….

IT WAS SO CUTEEEEEEE.

"O M Gee-" he gasped, touching his cheeks with his hands, "Mihou, look at that! That's the cutest thing I've ever seen!" he pointed to it with a squeal.

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I'm not sure what fandoms you're riding for but if it's okay could I please ask for

Kianna with the character you choose I'm not sure what else to ask in this request so the rest is up to you

┗ What A Night; MK × Kianna K.! S/O ┛

Characters: Monkie Kid 'MK' (Lego Monkie Kid) A/N: It took me a bit to find a character that suited the scenario I mad up, but I did it! Woo-hoo! Hope you like this @nunezs-stuff! Nice to get a request from you again! ⇘ Summary: When spending a calming day with your found family in China goes sideways because of the visitation of six vampire brothers, it leads to some shenanigans causing everyone to question whether your past was really as 'common as can be'.

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🙉 Furrowed eyebrows surrounded you as sixth familiar figures looked at you from the entrance of the building. One with tan hair and striking blue eyes, another with dark purple hair and red eyes, the third and fourth with matching red hair and green eyes, though one wore a fedora, the fifth with light purple hair and eyes, and the sixth with white hair and mismatched red and pink eyes.

🙉 Pigsy and Wukong, despite being the technical adults of your found-family, had no clue of your past. The person who was able to get the most out of you was the Six-Eared Macaque, or Master Macaque, as you dubbed him after he took you in to teach you years ago. And he hardly had anything there except for the fact that you lost your sister years ago.

🙉 The vampire brothers looked at you with mixed emotions. IN natural fashion, Shu was bored, Reiji was practically trying to stare into your soul, Laito was smirking at you creepily, Ayato was making a pouty-face (as Mei would've dubbed it), Kanato was looking from you to Teddy constantly, the same distant eyes as before, and Subaru was just there.

"Oh, my little plaything! Where have you been all this time?" Laito purred, making you furrowed your eyebrows and narrow your eyes.

"Laito." Reiji voiced, making Laito look back and sigh loudly before walking back to behind his second-eldest brother.

🙉 Reiji looked at you with his same stoic expression, cold eyes piercing yours as you slightly shifted to be closer to the others.

"Y/N Komori. It has been many years since we started searching for you. I see you've found some rather..." He began to search for a word before continuing, "interesting allies. Though, I heavily doubt they'll stop us from taking back what's ours. A punishment is in order."

🙉 Wukong and Macaque looked at one another before jumping down to stand right behind you, acting like guards against the evil men trying to lure you back into their venomous grasps.

"Don't worry, Sugarcube~ I'll make sure you're taken care of afterwards~" Laito's disgusting voice came out again.

"Uh- Your's Truly deserves to take care of the human afterwards! I lost Yui because of her idiocy, why can't I get my replacement?"

"Shut up, Ayato. You're such a damn baby." Subaru said, rolling his eyes as he glanced from you to the sky.

🙉 You looked back at MK, who was watching beside Tang, Mei, and Sandy, and he noticed the fearful glint in your eyes. You were amazing at hiding your true emotions, something you learned from your Master early on, but there was always one thing that shined brighter than ever: your eyes.

🙉 Some say they're the gates to your soul, and MK had to agree with that statement now. Ever time he looked into your eyes, he could see them showing your real emotions. Not the ones you put up front for all to see. No. The REAL ones. The ones he loves dearly.

🙉 Playing dumb as to how dangerous these six were, MK walked up to you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you behind him gently, not hurting you in any way. Showing just how much he cared for you. Unlike the others...

"Hey! Don't touch the sacrifice! You'll probably worsen her blood's taste with your human-germs!" Kanato yelled, his bratty tone shining like never before.

"Uh, who are you guys? And how do you know my girlfriend?" He asked.

"...Girlfriend?" Reiji asked.

"Yeah, girlfriend! They've been a thing for almost five months now!" Mei yelled proudly.

"First you runaway, now you begin to have an affair on us?"

"She was never yours." Macaque said, hands balling into fists. He may not fully understand now, but he's sure whatever you've been hiding certainly wasn't good.

"You're not that much different from your little bitch sister, are you, Y/N?" Laito asked.

"How dare you call Yui that..." You mumbled, anger taking you over as the others readied themselves for a fight.

"What? Little Bitch? But, isn't that her name?" He taunted.

"Sure was every time we pinned her down." Ayato joined in, a laugh coming out as you began to pulsate, energy coming from the ground as the brothers began to look around confusingly.

🙉 Wukong and Macaque looked at the others and nodded, telling them to ready themselves for their fight against these six dangers. Well, perhaps four, depending on how the white-haired one, or Subaru, and the tan-haired one, Shu, reacted to their advances.

🙉 The brothers looked around at the others as they circled around them and a couple laughed while others scoffed or stayed silent.

"Do you think we're some measly humans you can extract like bugs? We're vampires, dumbasses." Ayato said.

"I'm pretty sure they already knew that, Ayato." Subaru said.

🙉 Ayato rolled his eyes as everyone gripped their weapons tightly, though the ones who were the most upset with these comments were Wukong, Macaque, and MK. They were the closest with you, after all.

"Well then. If it's a fight you want, it's a fight you're gonna get." Reiji said calmly, motioning for his brothers to join him.

🙉 It lasted longer than they wanted, the brothers were strong. But, when Kanato aimed for you, MK snapped. He was enveloped by a yellow glow, making everyone watch in either fear, shock, or awe. When MK came from the burst of energy, he was far from the MK you knew.

🙉 His dark-brown hair was longer, covering the sides of his face like how the two Mystical Monkeys had theirs, hair covered his arms and everything else like with the others too. The main parts was that he had fangs, he grew a long monkey's tail, and his eyes were glowing yellow in anger.

🙉 Just then, he launched forward, kicking and punching all the brothers who tried coming for anyone he cared for. Especially you. When Laito grabbed your wrist, MK grabbed him by the neck and threw him across the town and into the forest. You could practically hear his bones snapping.

🙉 When the dust settled, almost all of the brothers were gone. MK stood, back to his normal form, and ran towards you, hugging you tightly as he heard another few footsteps from behind. There, in front of you all, was Subaru, the youngest.

"Subaru? What are you still doing here?" You asked.

"I just wanted to give you something I found at the mansion after you left."

🙉 Holding out his balled hand, he tossed something to you. You caught it and opened your hands to look at it. There, in your palms, was a small, pink necklace. It was shaped like a heart, and it opened by splitting it in half. You did so and began to read the words inscribed on the circle inside of the halved-heart.

"To my sister, I love you more than anything. You are my heart. Live a long and peaceful life. Love, Yui..." You began to tear up as you looked up and smiled at the youngest and only remaining Sakamaki brother. "Thank you so much, Subaru."

"No problem. Now, I should probably get home. I gotta find out something to tell Father." He gritted his teeth as he said that role aloud. You knew he hated his father a lot yet loved his mother.

"Well, good luck, Subaru. I hope you have a great future leading your family to greatness once more. Just... don't use sacrificial brides, we both know how that could turn out."

🙉 Subaru chuckled and agreed before walking away, most likely heading back home to Japan. Back to the brand-new Sakamaki Mansion. The one they made after you burned down the first one while running away.

"So, you wanna finish telling all of us what happened back in old Japan?" Macaque asked, looking down at you from his position on top of a pole.

"I will, but I'm kind of tired right now." Just then, MK fell onto your back, a little snore coming out of him as he cuddled into your back. "And so isn't MK. I'll tell you guys everything tomorrow, okay?"

"You promise?" Mei asked, holding her pinkie out for you.

"I promise."

[peachy-puddin-cup]

Nightmare.

Just a lil Moonflower fic I did today, short and sweet, thought I’d share it.

CW: Character death, Nightmare.

Fire..Smoke..The screams..so many screams. It had all happened so fast. It all came crumbling down in such a short time. How could something like this be forgotten.

“Liu’er..” She coughed.

“I-I’m here! I’m right here!” He panted, holding her against his chest, his throat stung, the tears wouldn’t stop coming, he could barely see in front of him, barely make out her image.

“..It’s getting dark..” she whispered.

“N-No..No it’s not!! I promise we’ll find a healer..I-“ his words were cut off by the cold touch of her hand on his cheek, her thumb there to catch his tears.

“I-It’s okay..” she whispered back, giving him the weakest smile she could muster through the pain.

All he could do was hold her hand to his face, sobbing, feeling her body going limp in his arms, the warmth of life leave her body like a breeze..it wasn’t something someone could just forget.

Macaque woke up in a startle! Pulled aggressively from sleep. From this dream. No. This nightmare.

It took a moment to ground himself, the darkness around him swirling and uneven before his blinked to adjust his vision. His eyes darted around the room for a second before they glanced next to him seeing her there, curled up comfortably next to him.

He let out a shaky sigh, trying to push down the tears that wanted to come out before he felt a soft familiar touch on his arm.

“Macaque…?” A sleepy voice whispered to him.

He glanced back over again to see Suki was now sat up a little, running her hand over the dark fur of his forearm.

“You o-okay..?”

It took him a second to find his voice and answer. “Yeah princess..I’m okay.” He gave a lil half chuckle. “What are you doing up?”

“Mm..I got thirsty..” she mumbled.

“Need water baby?”

“Mmhm..” she leaned on his arm now, still too sleepy to actually move out of the bed.

“I got it.” He answered, already moving the blanket off his lap to get out of bed.

“Th-Thank you.” She chirped sleepily.

“Yeah..” he gave a little smile that she probably couldn’t see in the dark before he got up from bed. Glancing back at her, she curled up again in the blankets, letting out a soft purr.

He smiled to himself again.

I need to protect her. It can’t end like it did last time. I’ve got another chance.

[beauleifu]

I’m back in my kung fu panda phase and I’m appreciating each moment of it HEHEHE Could we perhaps get the reader who grew up with Chinese martial arts and they’re often sparring with Macaque, while Mayor just watches behind and supports them both ? this is after lbd’s whole fiasco, and they’re all platonic friends !

Thank u fren, take your time with it and it’s totally okay if you can’t do it ! Don’t forget to drink water :Dc happy holidays !

YESSSS oh gosh i loved kung fu panda, such a good phase I respect you for that fren lmao

anyways, HOPE YOU ENJOY LOVELYY

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MACAQUE X READER X MAYOR

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You. With the boys. Your best friends, who will support you no matter what (and also thoroughly enjoy the trials and terrors they put your sorry ass through). Today, you're training with Macaque on the temple grounds. Using weapons, like usual. What can go wrong?

CW: Language

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"Carry me, I say!" You chirp, grinning widely.

Macaque stares down his nose at you, unimpressed. "It would be an insult to my strength. I've lifted stuff fifty times heavier than you."

You huff, scrunching your nose at him.

The three of you are strolling through the temple, admiring ancient pieces of Chinese weapons, offensive and defensive, as well as the armor section and a few old relics. However, your destination is the training hall, where you and Macaque shall test each other's fitness and skill levels after technically leveling up both areas. You feel confident, rolling your shoulders experimentally and tightening your grip on your signature fighting weapon.

Now, why three?

A certain bone demon chuckles. "Apologies, (Y/N), but you must carry yourself for now."

"And you won't do it instead?"

"I'm afraid not. I'd like to sit and watch," the Mayor hums, hands clasped neatly behind his back as he strolls alongside the two of you. Macaque pushes open the large, accented doors and you all head into the training arena. "We both know if I were to enter the fray, neither of you would last very long."

The shadow monkey snorts, gruffly assessing the bone demon's frame. "Sure. You're built like a twig."

You flash him a wink. "A dangerous twig with magical powers."

"Precisely why I shall extend my mercy," Mayor says, smiling lazily as he manifests a seat made of bones, settling down on the cushioned surface. "Now please, don't let me interrupt your fun."

Giving him a thumbs up, you turn to Macaque.

He's already grinning down at you, thick, dark eyebrows raised. "Ready to get clobbered?"

"It's a simple sparring match," you reason carelessly. "What could go wrong?"

"Heh. Cocky. I like it."

The two of you face off on either side of the arena, grinning stupidly at eachother. You're glad for times like these, where the three of you can just relax after the tedious and dangerous trials you went through. It certainly seems like the worst is over, though.

All at once, Macaque jabs forward, lightning quick.

You gasp with delight, ducking to the side with a gleeful yelp, and thus begins your sparring match edged with weapons and talons galore. Macaque's offensive start gives you the adrenaline rush you need to counter his attack, using your weapon to propel yourself against the wall. Knees bending like springs coiling tight, you spring forward and jut your spear at the dark furred simian- luckily the tip is dulled and capped.

"Oh ho ho~! You're quicker than usual," Macaque purrs, evading you as easy as the breeze. He takes a few steps behind you, and his tail hooks around your ankle, giving it a swift tug.

The yelp that leaves your lungs is muffled as you collide with the hard, cold surface of the temple sparring grounds, and with a grunt, you raise yourself onto your elbows. "Using your tail?? So that isn't cheating, but me throwing my shoe at you is an instant disqualification?"

Macaque shrugs, smirking. "Are I not allowed to used all parts of my body to defend myself? Unless the shoe was a part of your anatomy..."

"Oh, suck on a dragonfruit," you huff, pushing yourself to your feet.

Deep down, you know he's right, and it just entices you to roll your eyes. Mayor, of course, sides with the six-eared simian, although he doesn't verbally express his share of opinions. Merely, you catch that subtle smirk on his pale features as you spar with Macaque, the subtle quirk of his eyebrow indicating his amusement at your frustration. You're not surprised. The bone demon has yet to drop the chance to get on your nerves.

In the end, you're a breathless puddle of adrenaline with a lingering fight that becomes the only reason you can still swing an scythe. Poor you.

Macaque, on the other hand, hadn't even broken a sweat.

It's been an hour.

Does this guy ever run out of stamina??

When Mayor calls for a breather, you're all but willing to collapse on the plush couch he'd manifested for your sake, the frame made out of bone- of course. You grab your water bottle, taking a huge swing before dumping some of it over your face.

"So how'd I do, huhh?"

Mayor tuts, his trademark smile still ever-present. His eyes flick to Macaque, who joins the two of you and leaning against his staff, supported by his thick tail. The simian clears his throat.

"Good enough. You almost beat me like three times, so . . . props for sheer, absolute stubbornness."

You stick your tongue out at him, still breathless, but silent as the bone demon chuckles. "What our dear friend is trying to say, is that you're improving. Maybe one day you might have the chance to spar against myself, although . . ." He gives a sinister smile. "The chances are slim."

"Awww, cmon. You can't be that good," You huff doubtfully, kicking one leg over the other. An old man like him, putting up a fight worthy of the powerful demons in this realm? Unlikely. However, there's an odd glint in Mayor's eyes that leaves room for doubt.

Macaque's ears flatten. "(Y/N), trust me. I hate to admit it, but . . . Bones here is more powerful than ya think."

The look on your face must've gone noticed by none other than the bone demon himself, who's eyes narrow at your prolonged skepticism.

"Perhaps I demonstrate?"

You're caught off guard as he suddenly stands up, all business as he adjusts his suit and fixes his tie. With a lazy smirk, he extends his hand towards you, a display of misleading courtesy that belies an undercurrent of sinister intentions. Poor, oblivious, gullible you- who takes his hand and allows him to lead you into the sparring arena. You're practically giddy with excitement, totally ready to see what this old bag of bones is capable of.

"Oh, you're on, old man," you hum darkly, sizing him up through narrowed eyes.

Macaque takes your seat on the bone couch, arms crossed over his chest. "Hey- go easy on 'em, Bones," he calls out, looking disinterested. "I'd rather not have to explain this to MK."

"Oh, worry not, my dear," Mayor chuckles humorously, letting you go in order to cross to the other side of the arena. Once there, he spins on his heel, eyes narrowed yet entirely focused on you. "I merely seek to avenge my status, as our dear little mortal appears to doubt me."

You tilt your head, wondering if he'd taken your tease seriously or not. "Uh. Mayor, I wasn't being genuine, you know-"

"Too late!"

Your eyes go wide as Mayor suddenly grins wide. His arms outstretch, wisps of blue and ice cascading from his fingertips and setting the whole arena floor aglow in a brilliant, ice blue hue. You suck in a sharp breath, taking a step back, trying to step off of the cold, ice tiles-

Fire licks at your calves.

You yelp, spinning around- why was it cold???

Then you realize- the Mayor had created a barrier of blue fire, serving as a ring for the arena and effectively trapping you inside. The breath leaves you in a single, shuddering gasp, your fingers tightening on the weapon given to you. A weapon- you're well aware- that will prove to be useless against a demon like Mayor.

Instantly, you realize your mistake, for a moment disregarding your guaranteed safety over the blind notion that you're in danger. You know he'd never truly hurt you but in the midst of all this?? Yeah. You freak out.

"Shit- Mayor, I take it back!" You call out, spinning around-

Only to find the bone demon a mere few feet from your trembling form.

He smiles, tilts his head. "Giving up already? Now that's hardly a warrior's downfall, (Y/N) . . . Go on, give me a good fight," Mayor purrs, before letting out a delighted, unhinged giggle, and lunges.

And boy, does he lunge.

A scream bubbles in your throat, yet you manage to cut yourself off and stumble to the side as Mayor darts forward, hands clasped behind his back. He manages to keep his offense to his feet alone, the thick, black boots kicking out in a series of martial arts moves that shatters your defenses like glass.

You do your best, of course. With each lash of his foot aimed to knock the air out of you or edge you closer to the wall of blue fire, you parry his attacks with your spear.

One- two- three hits, before he strikes a fourth time, harder than the last.

Your weapon splinters right down the middle.

Mayor lets out a mad chuckle, the whites of his eyes flashing in the corner of your eye as he suddenly reaches out, arms encasing your smaller frame and pinning you to the floor.

It took you a few seconds before you'd even realized you'd lost.

"Oh. . . . hgnh . . . O-Owww . . ." You groan, tilting your head to one side to watch the ring of fire slowly dissipate. The glowing tiles beneath your smushed face return to its normal ashen brown, and you're suddenly acutely aware of Mayor's knee pressing into your back. "Ow."

Macaque, who'd been watching the whole thing, rushes into the ring the moment a break in the fire forms. It licks at his hair but he shakes it off, coming to stand in front of you two. He looks . . . concerned.

"Oh my god, you killed them."

"I did no such thing!" Mayor protests, almost indignantly. As if he'd lose control and kill somebody on accident. "All the blood on my hands has never been an accident, shadow puppet. Now- help them up, please."

Macaque stiffens, bristling- but eventually grasps your hand the moment Mayor gets off of you. He hauls you to your feet, one hand on your head.

"You alright in there, bud?"

The moment your eyes meet, Macaque gets a face full of your pissed, frustrated, and still somewhat excited expression. "Fuck you, why didn't you warn me the old man kicks ass harder than my favorite music band?"

"Oh, thank god, you're still there." The simian rolls his eyes sarcastically, finding relief in your scathing remark. It just lets him know you're okay.

Mayor grins over your shoulder. "I didn't bruise you too badly, did I?"

"Mm . . . not really. A few here and there," you hum, scanning your body, pretending to be studious about it. "Mostly my pride and honor, but, y'know, when did I have any of that, anyways?"

Both of your friends manage an amused chuckle at your feigned indifference, knowing you're gonna hold a grudge for a day or so.

"My apologies, dear, but- you did challenge me," Mayor purrs.

"I called you old."

"Same thing."

"Macaque calls you old all the time!!"

"Yessss, but- I've beaten him more times than I can count. I decided to extend my mercy~"

[thefrenchydude]

The FrenchyDude page

Hi, everyone !!!

I'm writing my story about a yandere version of sun wukong and Macaque, called Murderous Lust.

No minors !!!!

Murderous Lust Story written by me :

Story's first draft

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 -part 1-

Chapter 3 -part2-

Chapter 4 -part1-

-On work-

Murderous Lust Story written by Eros :

Short story draft (uncompleted)

Asks about the story:

About the facility the player was part of, did they train warriors/assassins?

Is the demon slayer from lmk or JTTW?

Does it hurt Wukong and Macaque that their beloved kidnapped reader is cold and cruel to them?

Our favourite lion boy Ejem Ejem Azure Will be in your visual novel?

How you think our lovely yan monkey boys would react to a Demon reader, maybe a Demon monkey like them , maybe just a random demon?

Could we have a character sheet for Macaque and Wukong, and for the other characters in the visual novel, please?

How you think that The reactions of Yan!Wukong and Yan!Macaque would be about The reader of Normal!Wukong and Normal!Macaque?

Did you ever have an idea of giving Y/N some kind of magic?

What would happen if Reader tried hiding his birthday to the kings ?

Are Wukong's and Macaque's children yanderes too ? And how would they react to seeing their once mom reincarnation ?

And I'm also currently working on making a visual novel, so...

Updates for the VN:

Game update #1 -not yet released-

First images of the game -not yet released-

Game update #2 -not yet released-

Art:

From TheAwakenedMonster:

Wukong's sprite sketch

Final smiling Wukong's sprite

Class Wukong's sprite

Smiling Macaque's sprite

Class Macaque's sprite

Kaidan's first sprite

From K.Yami (NSFW link):

First Yìchén sprite sketch

Final first Yìchén sprite

From DukkoArt :

New sprite for Sun Wukong (New artists)

Wukong's sprite by DukkoArt

[violetjedisylveon]

Moon-Side Family Reunion

Little Star chapter 11

Summary: The monkeys go to the moon for a reunion with Macaque’s sworn sisters. Red Son is a bed for little kiddos, because he is warm and cozy.

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: I think this chapter doesn't have much that would require a warning, it's pretty chill.

A/N: I made a video! I did animation stuff! It will give you a look at where this story is going

Silent Film animatic

Cracked Family AU Masterpost

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Red Son packed his bags with as much as he could, he wanted to be prepared for anything that could happen over the three day visit to Chang'e’s palace.

His uncle was finally ready to leave that damn mountain he'd been on for the last four years, and it was determined to be best for everyone if they went to a neutral location, hence, meeting at Chang'e’s.

Which meant three whole days of being in the same palace as Sun Wukong, Red Son couldn't stand being on the same continent as him most days.

And his spawn.

He wasn't exactly thrilled at the prospect of Sun Wukong having an offspring, one of him was more than enough already, and that offspring was a baby.

He wasn't good with babies, he didn't have the temper for them, a fact that once irritated, or rather it was worry expressed as irritation, his mother. After all, if he couldn't handle his temper around children, how would he handle it around his own eventual children?

How his mother could think about the future past freeing his father, he didn't know.

The wretch will probably cry when it sees me. He thought.

A part of him wanted to see Sun Wukong’s child cry at the sight of him.

He heard the winds whipping by before he had the time to unpack that thought.

“Red Son, are you ready?” His mother asked.

“Yes Mother! Coming.” He shouted, shoving the last of his things into his bag and following her out of his room.

Mother was dressed differently than usual, a simple, by her standards, red ruqun with gold trim, her hair was pulled back, but not put up in her elaborate horn-like hairdo.

She wasn't dressed for a fight or dealing with potential allies. She was dressed for a relaxing visit with family.

She has high expectations of how this will go. He thought almost bitterly.

He didn't like how relaxed his mother was being about all of this. She was going to spend a weekend with the simian who imprisoned her husband!

He truly didn't understand his mother sometimes.

Mother stopped at the end of the entrance of their unofficial portalling room. His sigil was burned into the ground by how often he used it to go places.

“Red Son.” She stated.

“Yes, Mother?” he answered.

“I do not want you to impart your bias against Sun Wukong onto your cousin. She is Mihou's daughter as much as she is his, I would prefer if you focused on that instead.” She said.

Her harsh gaze darkened.

“She will be getting enough of that soon enough, she doesn't need it from her family too.”

“I will try, Mother.” He answered.

A cold glare landed on him.

“Succeed.”

He nodded.

Her expression returned to the calculating neutral he was used to. A hint of warmth snuck its way onto her face.

“Try to keep a handle on your temper, Mihou said Liu was with them to visit her sister, and you know how they all are with fire.” She added in a much softer voice, to him, to the outside viewer it probably sounded the same.

His uncle had died to a fire twice, Liu died and lost her first cub to fire, she was on edge around him. The monkey demon was one of few who's fear of him he didn't have an issue with. He nodded.

“Thank you.” She said, giving him a small smile of approval.

“Let's hope everything goes well.” She turned her attention to the sigil.

He snapped his fingers, igniting a small flame at his fingertips. He let the fire bounce from his fingers onto the scorched sigil, igniting it once again.

The portal opened onto the Jade Garden on the Moon.

XXX

Wukong leaned against the wall, nausea churning in his stomach. His mate's shadow travel made him sick the longer distance they went.

Flower Fruit Mountain to the moon was a pretty long distance.

“Are you alright there, Shí Hóu?” Liu asked while his mate patted his back sympathetically.

“Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine.” He said.

“Good, I don't want you throwing up in my garden.” A voice he'd half forgotten came from behind.

“Yùtù!” Liu'er exclaimed happily.

Wukong gladly took their daughter from his mate so he could give the rabbit girl a hug. The two of them had always been close.

A small smile graced the typically stoic and annoyed rabbit girl’s face. Her big smiles were saved for RinRin of course.

“Liu! Shí Hóu!”

A ball of grayish brown fur knocked the both of them over. RinRin squeezed them tight in a crushing hug, her tail smacking against the ground with excitement.

“Yīng táo, you're crushing your sister.” Yùtù said, smiling warmly as she helped her wife and sister-in-law get up.

“And me.” Wukong huffed.

“What about you?” Yùtù responded.

“Be nice, huā.” RinRin giggled.

“I've got you, peaches.” Liu'er said, offering a hand to help him up, the other was holding their daughter.

“When did you grab Chao-Xing back?” he asked.

“Before RinRin knocked you down.” His mate answered.

“Gods! I was so excited to see you I didn’t even realize you were holding the baby! Is she alright?” RinRin gasped.

“See for yourself.” Liu'er held the cub out to the monkey and rabbit.

“Hi!” Chao-Xing chirped happily, her twin tails swishing excitedly.

RinRin had always been a sucker for cubs, so the gray-brown monkey falling over gushing how cute Chao-Xing was expected. The little cub shyly hid her face in her hands at the wave of compliments.

“Hmm… well she's certainly cute.” Yùtù commented once RinRin settled down.

Chao-Xing’s ears wiggled happily at her words.

“Cute is hardly enough to describe her! She's absolutely darling!” RinRin objected.

Yùtù fondly rolled her eyes at her mate's enthusiasm.

“You still love babies, don't you?” Liu prompted her little sister.

“They're just so sweet and adorable!” RinRin squealed.

“Wait til you're changing diapers at three in the morning.” He snickered.

“I bet she's still cute!” RinRin argued.

“The smell isn't.” Liu and Liu'er said together.

RinRin huffed at them, puffing out her cheeks indignantly. Chao-Xing copied her, RinRin started gushing all over again. 

It was going to be an exciting weekend. RinRin was far from the anxious, stuttering cub she used to be. He felt proud seeing her so happy and comfortable with herself.

“Huā kuí, jiě jie is waiting for us.” Yùtù reminded her wife.

“Oh! Chang’e has been cooking up a storm for you guys! Come on, come on, we can't keep her waiting!” RinRin excitedly led them into Chang'e’s palace.

Along the way in, a large white rabbit with a baby blue tuft of fur on her head and lighter blue paws started following them. The bunny had light yellow spots on her cheeks and yellow eyes. She looked a lot like Yùtù’s rabbit form.

Wukong picked the bunny up, she let out a little surprised squeak before she settled into his arms.

“Who’s this little cutie?” He asked, booping the rabbit’s orangey yellow nose.

“Oh gods! I completely forgot to tell you about Airui!” RinRin gasped. 

Aurui wiggled in his arms, he set the bunny down, she immediately bounced over to RinRin, rubbing her head against the gray brown monkey’s leg. RinRin picked her up, cradling her in her arms like a baby. Wukong glanced at his mate, they both knew that look on the younger monkey’s face.

“Mèi mei! Why didn't you tell me I had a niece?” Liu scolded in mock offense.

“Because… I live on the moon?” RinRin offered.

“Hmm, guess that's a pretty good excuse.” Liu shrugged, wrapping an arm around her sister's shoulders.

“So, how'd you two end up with a kid?” Liu'er asked.

“She's a celestial rabbit, she got banished.” Yùtù said flatly.

Wukong glanced at the bunny happily soaking up the attention her aunt was giving her.

“Really? That little thing?”

“She was getting into everyone's gardens and they got fed up. So they sent her here.” Yùtù shrugged.

“How old is she?” Liu asked, stepping closer to get a better look.

“254, we got her when she was only about a hundred or so.” RinRin said happily.

“Sof…” Chao-Xing mumbled.

His little cub was giving the bunny kit a few gentle head pats, Airui chuffed happily at the attention she was receiving.

“Okay, that has got to be one of the most adorable things I've ever seen.” He stated.

Airui puffed her chest proudly.

“You're a smart little bunny, aren't you?” He asked, giving her a few head scritches.

“Can she shapeshift?” Liu'er questioned.

“She hasn't gotten the hang of it quite yet.” Yùtù said.

“Her human form looks like Yùtù, it's the cutest thing ever!” RinRin told them.

“You have got to show me a picture of that.” Liu insisted.

“Chang’e is still waiting for us.” Yùtù reminded them, inconspicuously hiding her bright red face in the fluff of her scarf.

“Your ears still turn pink.” Wukong commented.

The moon rabbit turned away from them with a huff, pulling her mate and Airui down the hall. They followed the little moon family to the kitchen.

Liu'er handed Chao-Xing over to him to greet his sister, he hung back with Liu.

“Do you know when Iron Fan will be here?” The light brown monkey asked him.

Ah, right, they're coming too. He remembered. He had honestly forgotten that Princess Iron Fan and Red Son were coming too. He was frankly surprised when Iron Fan agreed, she had never been his biggest fan, mostly because of their personalities, and of course, after he sealed DBK, she hated him.

He did what he had too. She was free to hate him all she wanted.

“Uh, no, soon I-”

As if he'd summoned them, a bright flash of orangey red light came from outside, accompanied by the scent of smoke. Liu’s face paled.

“Looks like they are now.”

XXX

“Come along, I believe everyone is in the kitchen.” Mother told him once they arrived in his aunt's palace.

Red Son followed his mother through the gardens and halls of the Moon Palace. The aroma of plants growing in every corner kept out the moon's natural scent of charcoal. The floral scent wasn't too overpowering, it mixed with the smell of flour as they got closer to the kitchen.

“Brother!” Mother exclaimed as she entered the room.

“Jiě jie!” Uncle Liu'er chirped.

“It's wonderful to see you again, now where's my niece?” Mother asked.

Red Son's blood boiled as Sun Wukong stepped into view, Mother scowled at the simian, he gave her an awkward smile and handed a ball of brown fluff to his uncle then booked it out of the room.

Trying to keep the peace. He scowled in the direction the blasted simian had gone.

“Red Son, stop glaring and greet your cousins.” Mother instructed him.

He looked away from the man who tore his family apart, shifting his focus to the point of this trip, his uncle and the cub in his arms.

She was smaller than he expected her to be, much smaller.

Odd. He decided not to mention it, he wasn't trying to cause trouble.

The cub was a perfect mix of his uncle and Sun Wukong, he couldn't even pick what trait came from which parent, it was just both of them. 

Her ears were the biggest exception, they were obviously his uncle's, they were too big for her head. And her face mask’s shape was completely unique.

She looked up at him with big, wide golden eyes full of awe. She smiled and reached her pudgy little hands out to him.

That's… not what I expected. He stared at the excited cub, a little stuck on what to do.

Most children had a sense he was dangerous and reacted accordingly, they'd cry or whine or scream if he got near them. The only children who didn't do that were the ones who somehow knew he wasn't a threat to them.

Either she's too dumb to recognize me as a threat, or she doesn't perceive me as a threat. He narrowed his eyes, he didn't know which was worse.

“I think she wants you to hold her.” His uncle chuckled.

“Is that a good idea?” He asked, keeping his distance from his uncle, and the cub who was staring into his soul.

“It will be fine.” Mother said.

A flick of her hand pushed him closer to them. The cub squirmed in her father's arms, she suddenly jumped, landing on his shoulder and nearly knocking him off balance.

He froze stiff as the year old cub climbed around him, Sun Wukong would surely kill him if he dropped his child, or worse, burned her. She sniffed and pulled at his clothes curiously, he looked to his mother and uncle for help, all he got was Chang’e taking a million pictures of him.

The child finally stopped crawling all over him, perching on his shoulder, where she started to chew on his hair.

“Nope! No no! Don't do that!” He pried the cub off his shoulder, gingerly holding her at an arm's length away from him.

She frowned grumpily at his, crossing her arms with a pouty face. Two tails twitched irritably behind her.

“Hair isn't food, starlight.” Liu'er scolded, taking the cub out of his hands.

He breathed a sigh of relief, until a bunny jumped into his still outstretched hands. The rabbit cuddled up against him, making herself comfortable in his arms.

“Aww, Airui likes you!” RinRin cooed.

“ …  why?”

“You're warm.” Yùtù shrugged.

Oh great. I'm a personal heater for children and animals. He frowned.

“Don't be so pouty, she doesn't do this with everyone she meets.” RinRin giggled.

Red Son glowered at the bubbly monkey demon.

“Red Son, why don't you take the little ones to your room while we talk?” Chang’e suggested.

He glanced at the moon goddess, 

He wasn't the best in social settings, he knew that, he almost always caused a scene at the various parties and events he and Mother due to some peasant pushing his boundaries and his explosive temper, he still didn't like being pushed aside like an annoying child.

“Little ears shouldn't hear what we're saying, bud.” Liu'er told him with a knowing smirk.

Oh. His face warmed.

Gossip, of course they were gossiping, despite their stature and status, his mother and her sworn siblings loved revealing in the drama. Their topics of discussion got very … crass, to say the least.

“I’ll just… go unpack then…” he said, awkwardly stepping away.

“Do you need help bringing anything in?” Sun Wukong had the audacity to ask.

“I don't need anything from you.” He retorted, whirling around before he saw the simian's face fall.

“Just leave him alone about it, Peaches.” His uncle whispered.

Red Son walked away before his temper got the better of him and he said something to get his mother upset. He felt a sudden weight on his shoulder, his cousin was sitting on his shoulder, chewing his hair, again.

This is going to be an annoyingly long weekend.

“I’ll bring you kids some snacks later!” RinRin called after him cheerfully.

XXX

There was a knock on his door, Red Son glanced up from what he was working on.

“Red? I've got snacks.” RinRin chirped from the other side.

His stomach grumbled at the thought of food. He wasn't the best at feeding himself, his mother had to drag him out of his workshop to eat more times than he cared to admit, so he might not have eaten breakfast this morning. He opened the door.

“Here you go!” The short monkey cheerfully held the tray stacked high with freshly made food out to him.

“That's a lot.” He commented.

“Oh hush, you’re too thin, you need to eat more or else you'll be nothing but skin and bones.” she said.

“Dinner will be at seven, you still like chili paste steamed buns, right?” She asked.

He nodded as he took the tray. The food was a variety of different mortal streak foods, and was clearly separated by food meant for him and for his cousins. 

“Don't give anything spicy to the Chao-Xing, she can't digest it well yet, Airui doesn't like spice.” RinRin told him.

He turned his nose up at the idea.

“I know what babies can and can't eat.” He objected.

“Okay then, have fun you three!” She chirped, leaving with a cheery wave.

He shut the door and set the food tray down on a short table that both his cousins could easily reach.

The cub crawled over, curiously sniffing at all the new foods she was presented with. She was eyeing his heavily spiced portion of the tray intently. Before he could stop her, she grabbed a yóutiáo and took a bite.

He braced himself for the obnoxious crying that was sure to start, only to hear a delighted chirp. The cub took another big bite, cooing happily at the spiced glaze coating the fried dough, Airui stared at her like she was crazy.

Red Son stood over the small cub, she looked up at him with a big smile.

“Do you… like those?” he asked.

She gave him a big nod, then held one out for him, he took it after a second of staring at the cub who was just getting stranger and stranger. She patted the floor next to her with her now sticky hand.

He grimaced, sitting next to a sticky clingy cub who was likely to start crawling on him the moment he sat down did not sound like a good time. She stared expectantly at him.

She's going to cry if I don't. He told himself.

With a huff, he begrudgingly sat next to the child. She chirped happily and kept eating the spicy treat, one of her tails kept smacking into his leg.

He nibbled on a few of the snacks they had been given, eventually the cub crawled to the other side for some of the food meant for her to have.

She's more than old enough to walk. He thought as the cub enthusiastically put a dent in the pile of peeled lychees, smiling as she shoved the fruit into her mouth. Then she crawled back around to get more of the spicy food.

Why isn't she walking? He frowned.

Red Son observed the cub over the next hour of her and Airui playing together, never once did she walk on her feet, she just crawled, even when it would be faster to walk. He knew she could, Liu'er sent them a message about two months ago announcing her first steps, but she hadn't even tried to yet.

Sixteen months is very late for first steps, for any kind of demon. He narrowed his eyes at the cub still crawling after Airui. The rabbit had been winning all of their games so far, the cub was starting to get annoyed. The scowl on her face was far from intimidating, her floppy ears made it hard to take her seriously.

She crawled to the low table with a frustrated chirp, she used the table to pull herself up onto wobbly, unsteady feet, her face pinched in concentration. 

Airui squealed in delight that their game was going to get more fun, happily bouncing away. The little monkey's tails swished excitedly, she used the table as a support to “chase” after the rabbit, though describing it as a chase was being generous, the cub was walking with very unsteady steps.

She reached the end of the table, her eager, excited smile faded into an uncertain frown. Airui hopped by her, playfully taunting her to chase.

The cub gave chase, stepping away from safety of the table, she took a few, cautious, unsteady steps, swaying more than she should have, before falling forward.

“Shit!” Red Son rushed to the cub's side.

She had managed to cover most of her face from the hardwood floor. She looked up at him with eyes full of unshed tears and a quivering lip. Her hair and fur were full of sticky crumbs and she had crumbs all over her face.

The cub was a mess.

He sighed, she wasn't hurt and she wasn't crying.

“You're filthy.” He said.

He picked the cub up by the back of her shirt, making sure not to touch her skin. She squeaked in surprise, almost immediately moving over to cling to his side. He scowled at the mess she was spreading onto his coat. His room had a bathroom, surely something in there would get rid of the stains, and clean the little annoyance clinging to him.

The sink was big enough to fit her in. He tried to pry the cub off his side, failed, then turned the faucet on. He ran a hand towel under the warm water, rung it out and started washing the cub's face. She pushed his hand away with an alarming amount of strength for such a little creature, she peered around his hand at the running water.

“Bath?” She asked eagerly.

“No. Just a rinse.” He answered sternly.

He was not bathing a baby monkey, he'd had enough of that when he visited his uncle.

“Feet?” she proposed, wiggling her toes.

“No.” He bit back a growl.

He needed to keep a handle on his temper or else he'd burn the child and she would look at him with fear like everyone else his uncle would be upset with him.

She pouted at him, but let him scrub the fruit juice, crumbs and dirt off her face and arms with much fuss. He set her aside on the counter and took his coat off to wash it.

The little monkey stared intently at him as he did. Bright eyes followed his every movement, it felt as though she were looking into his very soul.

He looked away from the cub’s bright gaze, focusing on scrubbing his coat clean. She was weird, babies were weird. He didn't understand why his uncle was so eager to have one.

“reeh reeee…” his ear flicked at the cub's mumbling.

“reeeed reeed, reed” more senseless babble. He huffed.

“redd… red…” his head shot up in surprise.

The cub squeaked.

“Red?” She chirped inquisitively.

He looked at her, the cub's entire face lit up with joy. She giggled, twin tails swishing happily.

“Red! Red! Red!” She chirped happily.

“What do you want?” He scowled.

She made that ‘up’ motion again, reaching for him with her tiny hands.

“I'm kind of busy at the moment.” He told her.

She made an “o” sound and covered her mouth with her hands, he rolled his eyes and went back to his coat. He got a few minutes of silence before he heard the little voice calling him again.

“Red? … Red? Red?”

He glared over his shoulder, the cub quickly looked away, hands still over her mouth and mischief in her eyes.

“I know it was you.” He growled.

She shook her head.

“Ignore the child, ignore the child.” He told himself, scrubbing harder at his coat.

A few minutes later.

“Red… Red.”

“Ignore the child, ignore the-”

“No!” The cub shouted.

“No nor!” she growled at him.

Course she's a brat. Red Son groaned. He glared at the cub, who was glaring at him.

“What do you want?” He snarled.

She crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks indignantly.

“Up! No up! Play!” she shouted, kicking her feet in the air.

“Do you… want to get down…?” He guessed.

Her face brightened immediately and she nodded.

“Oh. Why didn't you say so?” He said, grabbing the cub off the counter, by the back of her shirt of course.

She immediately wriggled free of his grip and clung to his shirt instead, wrapping both her tails around him.

“What?!” He shouted, stumbling out of the bathroom.

“Sleepy.” She admitted, resting her head against his chest.

“Then sleep in a bed, not on me!” he said, trying to pull the cub off him to put her on said bed.

She shook her head.

“No. Red warm…” she mumbled, snuggling closer to him.

“What?!” He asked.

The baby mumbled something completely and entirely unintelligibly, then fell asleep right on top of him.

What the hell do I do now? He couldn't move her, that might wake her up, and if she woke up she might cry and if she cried everyone would be mad at him. He sat down on the bed, he wasn't going to stand for however long this nap was going to be. The cub shivered and snuggled closer to him, nuzzling him in her sleep.

Then she started purring.

The sound was unexpected and jarring at first, but it was nice, soothing even. He raised a hand to pat his cousin's head, images of fire bursting from his hands and burning the little creature he was trying to make friends with flashed through his mind, his hand hovered just above her fluffy hair.

Her head bumped into his hand as she shifted, the purring got louder, tentatively, he lowered his hand onto her head.

Airui hopped over, startling him when she jumped into his lap, he jerked his hand away from the cub on instinct. Airui just did circles on his lap.

“Oh sure, help yourself, I guess I'm just a bed now, it's not like I'm dangerous or anything.” He snipped at the bunny.

She blinked cluelessly at him, making herself cozier on him.

Soon, both the bunny and the monkey were sound asleep, and he was resigned to his fate as a bed for the next few hours.

XXX

“Dinner is almost ready, where are the children at?” Iron Fan asked.

“Oh I'll get them!” Chang’e offered her sister.

“Thank you jiě jie.” Iron Fan said.

Chang’e took off her apron, hanging it to be washed as she went down the hall towards the guest rooms she had cleared out for her family.

It was so good to have visitors again. The palace had been so empty in the past five centuries. Airui added a much needed bit of life to the palace's empty halls, so much so that she secretly hoped another celestial rabbit was exiled to her domain.

Until then, she was content with visits from her siblings and their families. Hopefully, their yearly visits started again. She missed her family.

She knocked on her nephew's door before entering the room, she didn't want to interrupt anything or startle him, he might spark up. She peered inside, the lights were dimmed and the room was warm.

Red Son was sitting on his bed with little Airui and Chao-Xing sleeping on him.

She slyly snuck her phone out and snapped a picture, it was too cute not too!

She cleared her throat and entered the room properly, her nephew glanced up from the holographic screen he was looking at. His face turned red at the realization he was caught being so cute.

“Dinner’s ready.” She said.

Airui’s adorable ears perked at the sound of her voice, the bunny eagerly bounced out of his lap. Chao-Xing looked up sleepily at the sound of her new friend leaving, she had a very messy bed head. Red Son got up, one of his hands hovering under the little cub in case she fell.

He would've been such a good older brother. Even if her brother-in-law hadn't been sealed, Iron Fan couldn't have another child safely.

He can be the best cousin ever instead. She told herself.

“Did you two have fun?’ she asked.

Chao-Xing nodded, Red Son shook his head.

“Oh c'mon Red, don't be mean.” She laughed.

I hope he didn't have a bad time, I hope he's not feeling pushed to the background. She thought.

“She likes spicy food.” Red Son said nonchalantly.

Chang’e eyed the smeared orange and red residue left on niece's lips. 

“It appears she does.” she agreed.

Red Son set her niece on the ground, the little girl crawled in the direction of the kitchen, chirping to let her parents know she was coming. 

“Oh! How about you and me do some cooking tomorrow? Like we used to when you were little?” she offered.

She hadn't seen her nephew in so long, things really hadn't been the same since his father was sealed, which of course they wouldn't, but couldn't help but feel like she had missed out on a lot of important things in his life when the yearly visits stopped.

She wanted to know what his world was like, she wanted to know everything she had missed. She wanted to hang out with him like she did before.

“I suppose that will be an enjoyable use of our time.” He said.

Chang’e couldn't stop herself from giving her nephew a big hug, she didn't care if she was burned, she got burned in the kitchen all the time. Red Son stiffened in her arms.

The only person who touched him without fear or hesitation was Iron Fan, and she wasn't a big hugging type of person. She let go and took a step back.

“I'm sorry, I got excited.” She apologized.

“I … was not expecting that, is all.” He said.

“Well I bet everyone's waiting on us! I made all your favorites!” She said.

She lead Red Son to the kitchen where their family was waiting for them.

[itsabouttimex2]

Here's a challenge: platonic x reader who hates monkeys with a passion (you could do it with phobia or irrational hatred). With Wukong, Macaque, and Mk.

Pithecophobia

Yandere MK, Sun Wukong, Macaque

(Fun fact 1- prunes are not their own fruit! They’re just dried plums.)

“I’m just saying,” he starts with a scoff, “it’s really silly that you’re expecting me to play along with this. Especially when I don’t get anything out of it.”

MK turns around to face the demon monkey, frowning. He folds his arms and walks backwards to keep eye contact, hoping that his mentor would watch his steps for him.

“Uh, you are getting something out of it, though? Y/N spent all day cooking for us so we could celebrate the new year together! They even made extra in case we wanted to bring someone else! That’s like… super nice of them!”

“Oh, I might get some maybe decent food, is that it? And all I’ve got to do is pretend to be a powerless mortal all the way through a probably mediocre dinner, huh? Just because this weird friend of yours is scared of monkeys?”

Sun Wukong; who had eyeing the sky for early fireworks more than he had been looking out for his student’s safety, finally chimed in. “To be fair, I think that mug of yours would scare anyone away!” A second later, he ducks down to avoid Macaque’s incoming tail, leaving MK to take the brunt of the relatively harmless blow.

MK stumbles backwards and almost into the street, only stopped when his mentor’s tail wraps around his waist and pulls him back onto the sidewalk. “Whoa,” the Great Sage mocks, setting MK safely back down, “someone’s in a bad mood today! Maybe… you’re just mad cause no one except us wanted you over for the new year?”

Macaque snarls and lunges at Wukong, ready to brawl. It’s only when MK swiftly moves to stand between them that the near fight is averted. “Guys, come on! Can’t you get along for just one day?!”

The “NO!” that they shout in perfect unison is just about what he was expecting, but he’s still a little disappointed about it. They both try to move past him to grab at one another, barely impeded by his physical position.

A thunderous bang echoes across the sky, a brilliant bloom of sparkling red painting the blue horizon. Macaque hisses and recoils, his arms quaking as he moves to clap his hands over his ears. At the exact same time, Wukong jumps up in delight, cheering and hollering at the sight. MK takes his chance to separate them, hooking his arm around Macaque’s, pulling the pained monkey demon along much quicker than he was moving before.

“Come on, come on! The food is gonna get cold if you two don’t hurry up! And! Y/N told me that there’s something special just for the two of you! Cause, y’know… when I asked if I could invite you both, they asked me what sort of stuff you liked, and I told ‘em about the whole ‘peaches and plums’ thing…”

Bringing up food seems to have been a decent enough distraction, as both of them choose to start moving along instead of fighting. Your house is already on the horizon. Now he just has to hope that another fight doesn’t break out between the rival demons.

As usual, life dashes his hopes of peace being anything more than a temporary lull.

“Yeah? Like how peaches are just about the best thing ever? And how everyone that isn’t crazy likes ‘em one way or another?”

“About how sweet-toothed meatheads can’t help but shovel them down whole? Those sort of people don’t have the brain to enjoy plums. Peaches are just sweet. Plums have a subtle astringent skin that mixes well with the flesh’s mellow sweetness.”

“Sure thing, old man. Go home and eat your prunes if ya like ‘em so much.”

“They are NOT-“

“Guys! We’re here!” Before they can argue any further, MK releases Macaque’s arm and rushes up to the door of your house. “Hurry up and come inside!”

He takes a moment to consider knocking, then grabs the doorknob and impatiently starts rattling it instead. To his delight, it’s already unlocked. A quick glance over his shoulder shows that both of his companions remain in their transformed state, tails safely tucked into their clothing.

He throws the door open and races inside, leaving the monkeys in the dust.

Just barely remembering to take off his shoes before he tears through the halls of your house without hesitation, he throws them aside near the door in a still-tied heap.

He follows a practiced path straight into the kitchen, finding you just as you remove a plate of pork-stuffed spring rolls from the oven. You set them down on the countertop to cool, then turn to face the very-expected intruder. You might’ve been surprised, if it wasn’t for his excited footsteps echoing through the house.

MK runs into your arms before you can even pull the oven mitts off, wrapping you up in a warm hug. For just a moment, it gives you the same feeling as coming home after a long day, cozy and inviting.

Then, his grip grows tight.

“I missed you,” he says, his voice quiet and low. “Invite me over more often. Or come to Pigsy’s and visit me, at least. Please.”

His grip tightens further.

And then he lets go of you, turning to face his two companions, neither of which you recognize. He waves them into the kitchen and moves to set the table.

Politely, you offer the first one your hand. He’s decked out in shining gold and exuberant red, like a brighter and flashier MK. “It’s nice to meet you! I’m glad you came to celebrate with me. Come and take a seat!”

He snags your hand between both of his own, giving it a firm pump. “It’s great to meet ya, bud! Thanks for having us!” He heads to the table and bounces on his heels, snatching up a seat for himself before anyone else gets the chance.

You smile and turn to MK’s other friend, the one dressed in a billowing black and red shroud that concealed most of his face and body. You offer him your hand as well.

He shrugs and walks right past you, sitting down at the opposite side of the table- probably to keep away from his colorful and loud companion.

MK frowns at his friend’s behavior, but turns back to you with a wide and rather forced smile. “Don’t worry about him. He’s just… not used to this.” His voice drops to a low whisper as he adds: “And his ears have been hurting all day. I think he’s getting grumpy.”

“I can hear you, kid,” the irritated man says from beneath his shroud. “There’s a reason that I’m called the S-”

“The SUPER SENSITIVE hearing guy, I know! The thing that all of your friends call you,” MK clumsily tries to lie, his ears and cheeks darkening to red with his poor attempt at deceiving you.

But before you can question him on it, his golden-clad friend pipes in with a snide: “He’s certainly sensitive, I’ll give him that.”

Outright chaos is only abated by the sharp click that sounds when you set a porcelain tray on the polished quartz surface of the table.

“MK told me about your favorite fruits, actually! So I stayed up late to make these for all of you,” you cheerily announce to the trio, lifting the delicate lid to reveal three plates of sticky-rice pudding. Each one is delicately drizzled with syrup sugar and studded in tiers with sweet fruits.

Your friend jumps forward, his palms hitting the table as he stares at you with wide-eyes. “Y/N! You made Eight Treasures Rice for us?!”

“Well, it’s more like ‘One Treasure Rice’, haha. It’s really only got the fruit in it, actually. I didn’t wanna put anything you guys didn’t like in there, so I decided to play it safe. I hope that’s not disappointing!”

“Not at all, bud! Not at all!” Several of his aureate accessories glint in the light as the man reaches eagerly for the peach-filled rice pudding.

You pass it to him with a smile, then give MK his own, stuffed full of tangerine slices. With only one left, you push the plum-packed dessert to the shrouded stranger, who seems to slightly brighten up at the sight of it.

Before anyone can say anything, you remove yourself from the table and hurry around the kitchen, gathering plates and utensils for the trio. You put them out quickly, then pile all the dishes you made in the morning onto the table.

“Good kid,” Wukong whispers to Macaque, picking bits of peach from the pudding as you arrange two plates of dumplings on the table. “And good food. Still regret coming, ‘Super Sensitive’?”

“…the kid’s alright. Jury’s still out on the food, though.” He pauses, taking a quick moment to think of something to criticize Wukong for. “And keep your tail under control. I can see the tip flicking back and forth in your pant leg.”

“Whatever you say, bud.”

A tray with a whole braised chicken is set between them, and a platter of steamed rice flour cakes after it. Finally, you take your own seat, next to the shrouded man and across from MK.

It strikes you then that you haven’t even learned the names of your guests.

“I’m Y/N, by the way! I’m sorry for not asking your names earlier! What should I call you?”

“The name’s Sun, bud! And that’s Mac, sitting in the edgy robe.”

“I like the robe,” you compliment politely, looking at the concealing garment. “The cloud embroidery is a nice touch.”

“It’s a cloak… and thanks.”

MK jumps forward in excitement and strikes his palms against the table, rattling the bowls and dishes.

“C‘mon! Let’s eat, everyone!

———————————————————————

“I think everything went well, today. You think so too, right?”

You set the knife down, turning to face ‘Sun’. As you cut up the leftovers, he’s sorting them into separate containers for everyone to take home. (And giving himself larger portions when you weren’t looking.)

“Definitely! I think my, uh… friend was pretty impressed. I hope we can do this again, Y/N! I don’t really have anything scheduled this time of year…like, ever.”

Except for watching fireworks from the top of his mountain, far away from company and civilization. Again and again, over and over, thinking only of his long-passed friends and companions.

“…we are going to do it again, right?”

“Oh, um, sure. I don’t see why not. My family doesn’t really come and visit, so I’ll probably have the house empty again next year. So, um… yes! I’d be happy to have you over!

He hums softly, nodding his head to your words.

“Sounds good, bud. I’ll be there. And… I’ll see if I can wrangle Mac into coming, too. Maybe just to see him jump at fireworks again, though.”

“He seemed interesting,” you graciously offer of the cloaked man, in spite of his admittedly poor behavior through dinner. “I enjoyed his stories.”

“Pfft! I could’ve told them better- I was there for most of them!”

“Well, the two of you should come again- MK seemed happy- more than usual, even. Honestly? I think he’s been stressed out lately… I’m glad he could have a day to relax. I really do need to visit him more often.”

“Huh. Guess it must be a little hard living so far from the city, bud. Any reason you’re this far out?”

“Oh, that’s… I inherited this house- and the orchard outside- from my parents, actually! I take a lot of pride in it, really. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, even if the work is a little lonely.”

“…I think I will come visit, then. And I might sample a few of your fruits, too,” he teases, lightly elbowing your side. “You think you can handle that, bud?”

“…you know what, Sun?” Sun, what he had informed you his name was. It fits him well. He’s bright and exuberant, and never stops smiling. He seems like he’d be a good friend.

“That- that sounds really nice. Come by anytime you’d like.”

Your words sound kind right now. They feel right to say. The Great Sage thinks so too.

And he’s certainly not going to forget about them. Neither will Macaque, listening in from the shadows beside your tangerine trees.

Why would they ever let go of this kindness?

[angelfoodcake222]

LMK Macaque x NB!S/O reader

TW: mention of ending lives, previous forced marriages (see the later listed item), running away, name change, Y/N disowning own family, mentions of abuse, familial degradation, kidnapping, constriction, blood, a very protective Macaque, cuddles & comfort at the end.

At first, you had assumed that some haphazard punk tried to sneak in for some half-baked reason or another, or maybe an old foe came to confront him. A short silence was your cue to pick up the tray & decanter then carefully slide the door aside as you came to where you were now; face to face with the group you disowned nearly a decade ago in your mid-/late teens. Your parents, siblings & select few relatives were held to the ground by several shadow clones with Li Li standing near the door in a mid-dash pose. He stopped only when your face shifted from a happy greeting for him to a cold, livid snarl for those pinned to the ground. You felt the wind of his sudden stopping shift your garbs, bringing slight comfort in the warm weather.

You stood there, stunned at the sight before you which mirrored your frozen posture once everyone noticed you standing at your back sliding door. You had briefly stepped out of your backyard gazebo where your boyfriend, Macaque or Li Li as you took to calling him once you were comfortable with each other, was sitting alone & patiently. You had gone in to get the freshly made plum cakes you had spent all day preparing for your get-together, delicately placing them onto a doily-clad tray with the juice of your choosing as you stepped outside with the faint sounds of an argument.

Your arms cross, your body leans into the wooden doorway, the eyes that were soft & loving moments ago turned hard & hateful.

As you surveyed the scene, Li Li heard the rage boiling your blood & your precious heart pound with a pain you had long since buried. Both things he had in his nearly three years of dating you ever heard such sounds from you. Your typically serene, timid form was less than serene at the moment.

With a heated snort that chilled into a peeved sigh, you ask him to move the captured folks into an upright position for a more 'respectable' conversation that is undoubtedly about to take place. You simply step back, set the tray onto the countertop directly beside the door, then turn to see Li Li had done as you asked with a confused look on that oh-so-kissable face of his.

"No." your one-word statement caught your beloved off guard for a moment until one of your parents bit a clone's hand to speak. They cursed at you, degraded you for being an 'ungrateful, spiteful, uncultured brat' who 'needed to be educated on how to behave like the higher-class citizen you once were'. A scoff hissed past your lips as you shot back.

You were not against having a partner, having a family, something sweet, simple & domestic. With Li Li, you could have some of that. He was doting, gentle, you could sniffle in the lowest tone physically possible while he's away gods-knows-where & he'd be right there beside you most of the time. The few times he didn't show up instantly was followed swiftly with him appearing with damage that could only come from a war zone. By the time he showed up like that, you had already subdued your episode enough to patch him up. He says he doesn't need you to do so, but your big, pleading gaze convinces him otherwise.

How many failed matchmaking ceremonies have you been dragged to only to get ruthlessly rejected? How many times had you been kidnapped & nearly forced into spouse-hood by a rivaling family's newest leader/rogue child only to have escape, conning, &, in the more serious cases, murder be your lone option for a life outside of that one? 15 & 22, respectively, but who's counting? You. You were counting.

Every.

Single.

Time.

When you returned home to rest your weary body, embrued with the damage dealt by not only the sutor's gaurds, but but themselves as well, you were not met by warm, welcoming family. No. Cold, abusive, apathetic glares & jeers were all you returned to with a hefty drizzle of similar treatment to top it all off.

When one of your relatives hissed your original name, their tone soaked in animosity & disrespect, one shadow clone clocked them clean in the face with a sickening yet satisfying thwack sound to grace your ears. In near perfect unity, all of the intruders voiced their discomfort as the doubles shifted in shape to squeeze the air out of them to the point of silence, save for groans & moans of pain. While your beloved's shadows constricted around them, he steps to your side.

"Any other smart comments?" He came to your side, his tail caressing your non-supporting leg while he slightly eclipsed the gawdy grubs' view of you. You did like it when he became protective over you, very much, however, this time he was out for dealing near &/or absolute mortal damage to those who had the temerity, the unmitigated gall to cause any harm to his precious Y/N in any form. Your subtle leg flex to make your limb fit better in his extended spine only concretes his protective instinct. His intimidating inquiry was met with a wheezing scoff.

"Go crawl under Sun Wukong's cape, you mangey mongrel! You are just a shadow of him after all." This one's snarky jibe was soon drowned out by the blood sputtering from their mouth, the sound of struggling bones & joints filling the air. You allow it to continue only for a millisecond or two before running your hand over his shoulder, past his right pectoral, finally landing above his heart as it rapped against his sternum. You always had a thing for his softer, domestic clothes, a shame this one was torn in the tussle earlier. You'd patch it up later.

"Li Li, my love." your voice is low, a gossamer sound most wouldn't be able to discern from the ragged coughing dampening it out as the inflicted snake's wheezes & gurgles continued struggling to stay consious through the mind numbing agony, but your boyfriend could with uncanny ease.

"They do not deserve to be graced with death by your will, directly or by clone. Let their enemies find them, they'll be far more ruthless with them than either of us could be. Please, allow me to handle this." Your thumb rubbed a sultry line into his partially exposed, plush chest, free of armor & a sliver of cloth as one relative got a sucker punch in with their bladed iron knuckles. Must have been one Hell of a fight if they had to gang up on him like you just knew they would. Snivling cowards. His opening mouth closed gradually, ears once raised in aggression lowered coolly to match your tone.

You slide your hand from his chest, already mourning the lack of subtle warmth, only moving forward once he steps out of your way & reluctantly slides his fluffy appendage from your leg. You reach the two heads of the family you had disowned with a hefty weight in your gut. If either side had any sort of familial love for the other whatsoever, no matter how minor or minuscule, now was the moment to stamp it out indefinitely. Kneeling sternly, you gaze into the separate features that joined to make your face, disgusted at the fact you'd have to see them whenever you gazed into any reflective surface. They stare in gritted silence as you formulate your words, mulling over them momentarily.

"I am not your child, I never have been, never will be. You can do whatever you wish to attempt retrieval; kidnapping me with a whole military, bribing me with the three realms' riches blessed by Budda & the Jade Emperor themselves, or whatever overachieving way you think will work will not. With or without my dearest Liùěr to stand guard. I officially renounce you all as my family & claim myself as the sole member of a group all my own, with one exception." Your tone was unlike anything anyone had expected of you; cold, course & laced with a lifetime of compartmentalized emotions seeping out.

While they were stunned, you stood & strolled over to Macaque to caress your hand over the spot it rested moments ago. His tail followed in suit. You were sure to let some of your affection to be visible to them, but only a bit. When asked where he should send the date crashers off to, you deemed the nearby river a soft enough place for them to land. They are gone before you can fully snuggle up to your monkey man, his arms surrounding you lovingly.

"Let's eat inside; the air is a little dense out here." you nod, rubbing your face into his shoulder & chest affectionately as he guides you inside, your teary-eyed expression giving a heads up of the oncoming breakdown he had been expecting the second you answered the intruders bluntly. The rest of the evening played out like a sleepover; snacks, drinks, movies, even Li Li cracking jokes to cheer you up coupled with ample kisses & cuddles. Yes, he was scheming up millions of murder plans in his mind, but his heart was set on you & your wellbeing. At the end of the day & well into the night, you both lay in your bed, the one the two of you worked together to build from spare pieces, coddling one another with lengthy cuddles until sleep heaved your lids shut.