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<- Day 10: Care

Fluffy February Day 11: Quest - The Monkey King and The Monkey

Fandom: Lego Monkie Kid

Characters: Sun Wukong, Nezha, Jade Emperor, MK

(Lots of mentions of MK but actually pops up near the end, Sunburst Duo, Harbinger of Chaos MK, Alternate universe)

Word count: 4971

Summary: (TW: mentions of execution of a child) Takes place after the Samadhi Fire was separated from Red Son. In an alternate universe, Sun Wukong is summoned by the Jade Emperor, who gives him one final task: Wukong is to kill the Harbinger of Chaos before he can lay waste to Heaven— and the rest of the universe. But this has to be a mistake. The Harbinger of Chaos is just a little kid. Wukong’s next decision would be a lot easier if he didn’t want the Harbinger dead, too. (Inspired by The Horse and the Infant animatic)

Wispy indigo reached across the sky; rich, deep, and stunningly royal amongst the full galaxy beyond it. The stars glittered and winked, as if the world’s problems were only a fleeting thing to them. The night slept along. It would have been difficult for it not to, Wukong realized, since the sky in itself seemed to be a lullaby.

He could call it a painting. It had that look after all; like it had been touched up to perfection; like the splattered stars randomly lined up right where they were supposed to be. But Wukong didn’t consider himself an artist. So, then, would it really matter if he thought the night was beautiful or not?

What a strange thing to think. He should be rewarding himself with a good night’s sleep. Instead, here he was mulling over creation. Ridiculous.

“Wukong, I know I’ve already said this, but thank you,” came a familiar voice.

Wukong snorted to himself and turned to smile at his ex-sworn brother.

“I don’t mind the thanks– this’ll be the only time I get to see this side of you, so I’m enjoying it the best I can– but you were just about ready to go for my throat a few hours ago,” he said.

The Demon Bull King’s sincerity wavered at the tease, but he had always been an honorable opponent. He shook his head to keep the annoyance at bay and titled his broad nose up at the stars.

“This was important to me. Meeting Lady Iron Fan felt like my new beginning– if you’re going to make that face, look at me when you do it. I know you’re a hopeless romantic, simian. Hmph. As I was saying… meeting Lady Iron Fan felt like my new beginning. And now I’m here with it laying in my palms, and I don’t want to hang on too tight or cradle it too carelessly,” said the Demon Bull King. “I want to be tactical with every step I take. The possibility of losing Red Son to the Samadhi Fire… it was… not an ideal thought. I had worried you weren’t taking it as seriously as I was.”

The Mystic Mountain did have a view Wukong could appreciate (when they weren’t in the middle of sealing an inextinguishable fire). But the colorfulness of it all quickly became sorrowfully bland. Wukong frowned at the twisted feeling and eyed the Demon Bull King. He had turned away to somewhere Wukong couldn’t see.

Wukong imagined it would have been where Lady Iron Fan, their son, and the others had spread out their own camps. With the journey too far and the extraction of the Fire too exhausting, it had been a practical decision to stay the night. Even Nezha had stayed; not by any other compelling force other than being a good sport to those who couldn’t simply bounce off to heaven.

The Demon Bull King’s eyes glinted with the surrounding stars. The look on his face was soft, like an old dog born on the streets.

Wukong remembered distant times where the young Demon Bull King had been eager to crush bones on the battlefield; where he had dreamed of only power and control; when family had been something the Demon Bull King had laughed at.

He turned away.

“Look at you, being a sap. It’s an… interesting look on you.”

“It’s hardly something I want you getting used to,” the Demon Bull King snapped. “In the morning, we will part ways and carry on with our existences. I have respect for you tonight. But what I do tomorrow and the days after will be separate from your shenanigans.”

Wukong could say a few different things to that. ‘When did things change?’, for one. ‘I can’t understand how you feel’, for another.

“Well said.” he settled on. He picked at a furry knot that had formed on his wrist and then groaned. “It’s not like I’d find any joy being in your inner circle. You’d drive me crazy with your incompetence to boil pasta.”

The Demon Bull King huffed and then grumbled.

“Sorry, what was that?” nudged Wukong.

“It was one time!”

Wukong’s fur bristled at the tone, but grinned knowingly. This was familiar territory. He was very good at dancing this dance.

“You boiled it twice as long as we told you to.”

“We put in double the pasta! It should have been double the time!”

“It doesn’t work that way! If you put the pasta into boiling water at the same time–”

“No! That doesn’t make sense. If you cook a thick slice of meat and a thin slice of meat, the thicker slice is going to need more time–”

“–because the heat is spread out! It’s not touching the outside and the inside at the same time.”

The Demon Bull King snorted, glanced back at his family with clenched fists, and then shook them in Wukong’s general direction.

“It is,” he said.

“Okay, it is but the pasta is like a million thin slices of meat so–”

“–it equals one thick slice of meat.”

“It’s admirable that you’re willing to die on this hill even though you’re wrong,” said Wukong smilingly.

“You irk me with your breathing.”

The Demon Bull King had obviously chewed more than he could swallow. He didn’t enjoy lengthy conversation to begin with, and had only prepared himself to say thank you and promptly scatter. The more Wukong went off-script, the more frustrated the Demon Bull King would become.

That was one thing that hadn’t changed about him. Wukong hid a fond smile at the thought.

He coiled and uncoiled his tail, sighed quietly, and then said, “I think I’m getting a little tired,” even though he wasn’t.

“Me too,” agreed the Demon Bull King, even though he wasn’t.

And that was it for the night– maybe even the rest of Wukong’s life. There would likely be no other times like this; a group of these warriors united under the stars; because the “battle” had already ended, and the rest of their lives readily laid in wait. Could he return to Flower Fruit Mountain and get fat off fruit for the rest of his life? It was what he had wanted, before. But the times had changed, and the desires had changed, and the people had changed…

But he was alone before he could find the words.

‘And that was just it, was it?’ he thought, watching the Demon Bull King return to Lady Iron Fan’s side with certainty. Things were moving before he was ready. He couldn’t pick up the pieces and place them back like pawns. “Forever” was much too long of a time for him to protect.

The last thought twisted in his belly. It squirmed, hissed, and Wukong suddenly felt sick with anger.

“…The sun, the sun,” Wukong murmured through his clenched teeth. He took a peek at the lazing moon and lashed his tail. “You bring us colorful light. You beautify the lovely flower of our soul.”

Wukong had believed it to be a lousy lullaby when his Master had taught him it. Tripitaka hummed it to himself first, caught the attention of a curious monkey, and sneakily recited the tune to his hyperactive pupil. Now, Wukong glanced at his sleeping form next to Ao Lie and passed quietly.

“Today we grow under the sunlight,” he mumbled, raising his hands and finding his cloud had obediently appeared at his side. Something twinkled on its surface. Maybe stars, maybe just a trick in the moonlight. He blinked the illusion away and settled into the cloud’s weightless surface.

“Tomorrow we will create a colorful world.”

The sky continued to spin.

“Wukong.”

Wukong’s eyes flung open. He shot frantically to his knees, felt the cloud disperse below him, and in the space between him and solid ground, his tail lashed out and sprung him back to his feet.

Nezha’s serious expression didn’t budge.

“Come on,” said Wukong, “I still got it.”

“Not if you’re letting anyone sneak up on you like that in your sleep,” replied Nezha, helpfully. He gestured his spear behind Wukong, urging him to look.

Ao Lie smiled a cat-like smile behind him and waved. He looked a little pale and might have been sweating more than usual, but nothing to call for concern. Beside him, Sha Wujing sipped what was probably tea from his chipped little cup. Wukong nodded politely at them.

On the other side of the site, the Demon Bull family had already left– no goodbyes were exchanged, only an air of respect– and Wukong’s twisting belly threatened to rear its ugly head again. The morning was still pink and yellow, young and new. It didn’t surprise Wukong that two warriors had woken up bright and early for the trek ahead.

“What’s wrong?” asked Wukong.

Nezha glanced back at the two pilgrims, then lifted his brows. “Private business, meant to be discussed privately.”

Wukong sniffled, but Nezha’s facade left little wiggle room; the poor prince’s fingers tapped anxiously against the shaft of his spear, hidden to the untrained eye, obvious to the Great Sage. Something was brewing behind the scenes. If it had anything to do with Nezha, then it had something to do with Heaven.

“Go ahead,” said Lie, snapping Wukong out of his thoughts. He smiled at him brightly. “We’re only waiting for the Master… err– Sannnzanggg– to wake up. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I left without saying goodbye, but it was a pleasure seeing you again, Wukong.”

“And Bajie,” added Wujing. The fins along his jaw fluttered as he took another long drink of his hot tea. “He hasn’t woken up yet.”

Lie huffed humorously, probably thinking over the previous day. He blinked at the snoring pig and then said, “yes, well, but it’s not like he did anything but stare the entire ritual.”

Nezha narrowed his eyes expectantly at Wukong and clenched his weapon.

“Right, then,” said Wukong, “tell the Master my goodbyes for me. ”

Briskly, Nezha turned and began to stride away from the group.

“Wow! Impatient today, huh?” called Wukong. He picked up into a jog to catch up and slipped in front of Nezha, beginning to walk backwards. “I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of the pilgrims, but I think you woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Missing your holy, phoenix down-stuffed mattress in Heaven? How’re your joints? Stiff?”

Nezha wrinkled his nose (likely in warning) before finally stopping just underneath a jutted-out slab of stone; a defect in the site’s structure, perfect for a top-secret discussion.

Wukong tilted his head.

Usually, Nezha was straight to the point. He knew his duties and he knew how to do them, but something had shifted in the air– and Wukong’s worry shifted with it.

“Something must really be wrong if you look so… dejected. Cheer up, Nezha! It’s not like the world is ending,” he said.

“The universe is ending.”

“Hhhphhh… rough night?”

Nezha finally ripped his gaze from the stone behind Wukong and glared.

“Yes, actually. Can you stop being a fool for a moment? As you can probably tell, there’s a lot to say about this, and I’m trying to… find the right words.”

“Right,” said Wukong, “then let me help you out. I have a hunch that Heaven needs help from their old buddy the Monkey King to hunt a scary monster threatening to tear down the heavens. How’s that sound?”

“It’s more than that,” insisted Nezha coldly. He hung his head, sighed, and then steeled himself. “You’re infuriating, Sun Wukong. The only reason I’m before you right now is by orders from the Emperor. I respect you for your friendship with the Great Monk, but I advise you not to test your luck.”

The dawn shimmered against Nezha’s spear as it rocked back and forth from his fidgeting. Just beyond its point, Lie hovered over Sanzang just as he had when the Great Monk was still under their protection. Old habits die hard. Wukong understood the rigid behavior of Nezha when faced with duty and pride.

“I thought I had already served the sentence Heaven gave me.”

“This isn’t a sentence. You are an ally of Heaven,” Wukong made a face at that, and Nezha continued sterner, “and that means that the Jade Emperor may summon you as he pleases. What he may do if you do not answer his call remains to be unseen.”

Now that Wukong thought about it, maybe he shouldn’t have been so quick to reminisce over retired warriors. A threat to the universe simply meant another round for the Great Sage. He wouldn’t have to return to Flower Fruit Mountain just yet.

Wukong leaned back on the stone, twirled his trusty tail, then smiled.

“Fine. I’ll take the bite.”

The perfect, crisp air filled Wukong’s lungs and lingered like smoke.

“We have the enemy contained deep in the palace,” one of the guards was saying, probably someone of high-importance, but not high enough to matter, “where the Emperor will be waiting for you.”

“Seems like extra effort to bring me in if you’ve already got the guy,” said Wukong. He sniffled, caught wind of unripe peaches, and rubbed at his nose.

Heaven never changed much. The scents were the same, the lights were the same, and even the tiniest of pests couldn’t wiggle their way through security. If anything, the number of guards out in the garden seemed to have doubled the last time he was here.

Wukong smirked and titled his head up.

“While we have the source of the problem, the universe’s destruction has already been set into motion. The Emperor believes that our captive is our only way of discovering how to place everything back the way it was.”

The marble steps of the palace tapped under Wukong’s feet. His eyes peeked down to catch sight of any blemishes on the floor; smudges, cracks, anything out of place really; and only found his reflection.

Really? Were the floors that shiny? What overkill.

“If I’m not supposed to be finding this universe-destroying demon, then what am I supposed to be doing?”

His escort hesitated. He looked up at the heavens for assistance, fixed his helmet, and then continued with a brisk shrug, “uh, not my department. Sorry, sir. Please just follow me.”

Wukong rolled his eyes.

Heaven had plenty of secrets, but only few could really keep their mouths shut about it. Maybe he should have been more on-guard about the whole thing. This could have been a trap to imprison him, or an ambush behind the Emperor’s back. But that didn’t make sense. Nezha might be a strike to the shin, but Wukong didn’t think him to be deceitful.

The air went chilly the further down they went. Something like fog began to build, dewy on Wukong’s fur and itchy between his chest and armor. Marbled flooring twisted to stone; first neatly placed in a silly little flowered pattern, then turning chipped and askew.

He stepped over a particularly deep hole between two old stones. For a moment, he wondered if the flash of scuttling legs in the crevice were real or just his imagination– but then the smell of mold and dust washed over him.

“What a cruel place to keep your prisoners,” said Wukong, quietly. He blinked at the rows of torches and let the raspberry hues guide his eyes.

The guard hummed. Maybe he was still flustered about his close-fumble earlier, because he wasn’t making eye contact anymore.

They passed through the hall. The cells enclosed them from both sides.

“Only the worst of the worst are here,” said the guard. “The ones who have tried to bring down the Jade Emperor directly receive very long sentences. Not all of them live to see the end of it.”

Wukong eyed what looked like splintered bones between some bars. Then, he smiled.

“Ran out of mountains to use?” he asked.

The guard nervously cleared his throat.

Very little signs of life remained in this deep, forgotten prison. The spiders here would die from empty webs. The bones of past sentences were picked clean and likely crumbly to the touch. Only one other being lurked the cells, far against the corner, just before they reached the arch at the end of the hall.

A demon with bright, orange eyes grinned at him in the darkness.

Wukong slowed. He looked over long fangs and slithering hair. With a blink, he quickly caught up to his escort.

“Go in,” said the guard before Wukong could ask about the strange demon, gesturing to the entryway. He shifted his feet. He looked a little like a board; maybe a penguin; antsy and tense in the newest shift in the air. With a deep breath, he announced into the doorway, “Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven!”

Something rumbled. Fog blew out like a breath and swayed Wukong and the guard.

Wukong frowned, gave the guard a parting glance, and entered.

Wukong enjoyed biting more than he could chew. Not only was it a fun challenge, but the risk kept his muscles used, his mind spry, and his heart young. It was like eating peppers for the spice and suffering the kick afterwards. Wukong could risk it, because Wukong always survived, and death could never claim him.

Despite that, Wukong wouldn’t say he was “getting old”. It was honestly more of being “forever young”. The Great Sage couldn’t just retire. Retiring was for old people and fighting dogs– but he supposed that if he said that, it would mean that the Jade Emperor would have to retire. And soon.

Wukong looked over the blue-purple ombre cuts that were splitting at the seams against an undefeatable entity and instinctively stepped back.

“What happened to you?” he blurted, and then promptly nipped that disrespect in the bud. “Uhhh– errr– hi.”

The cuts– Wukong noticed stars shimmering in them, almost like a galaxy– warbled and sang like a winding clock.

“Hello, Monkey,” replied the Emperor. He said it almost like he was spitting it out, but Wukong tried not to take it personally. There could have been a number of reasons right now why he was being snippy.

The great force neared from the opposite side of the room. The fog, chilly to the bone, twisted in the space between.

“Hi,” said Wukong again. He blinked and cleared his throat. “So, what’s the problem?”

“You are here because Heaven needs your personal experience to help get rid of our prisoner.”

“Get rid of?” echoed Wukong.

“It can’t be killed,” said the Emperor, and Wukong’s eyes gleamed, “not in the normal sense. Yet it is too destructive to be imprisoned. Our only choice is to have it eradicated. As an ‘immortal’ yourself, you would know a thing or two about finding the loopholes in such matters.”

Wukong cocked his head and considered that. Killing an immortal? Just about everyone in Heaven was immortal. He had tried once, failed, and paid the price for it. And then he went on an entire quest to learn how to not kill people.

But this prisoner– this immortal– was immortal in a way that even Heaven couldn’t decipher it, much like how they couldn’t decipher Wukong’s layers of immortality. Except this immortal was… worse? Worse enough, at least, to not risk even the five-hundred-years-under-a-mountain punishment.

“What have they done?” he asked.

“Their existence is what threatens the universe.”

‘That doesn’t make any sense. Can you stop beating around the bush and tell me what’s really the problem?’ Wukong wanted to say, but the Emperor was brief for a reason, answering only what Wukong asked, and leaving the unknown unknown. Wukong needed to be clever if he wanted the full story.

“Like a harbinger?”

The Emperor tilted his chin up and said, “what an interesting choice of words. Yes, I like that. It’s a harbinger.”

“What of?”

“Chaos, I presume.”

“You don’t know?”

“I know better than you will.”

“Who sent it?”

“The Goddess Nüwa.”

That startled Wukong’s train of thought. He cringed, shook his head, and settled his hands on his hips.

“The Goddess of creation? She made humanity and now she wants to destroy it?”

“You fail to understand me, Monkey. My problem is not with Nüwa, it’s with her rebellious children. Will you lend me your aid or not?”

This was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. The last thing Wukong wanted to be was a pawn for something he didn’t understand. The Master had urged him to think before he got too cocky in combat, and boy was Wukong thinking now– thinking about how much he was likely missing from this narrative.

‘The sun, the sun’, Wukong thought.

A deep grumble started in the Emperor’s throat, almost debating with itself. Wukong perked up, interested, but tried not to show it.

“I do hope you know,” said the Emperor, “that the Harbinger threatens all life– all existence– including yours.”

“…I doubt it,” said Wukong. He blinked– because his reply had blurted out of his mouth without much thought– before adding, “What I mean is that I can survive without food, without water, without air, and no blade can ever fatally puncture me. I can’t die; no name in The Book to change that.”

The Emperor quirked a large brow, then asked, “Do you think you’re exempt from the ‘entire universe’?”

Oh.

Well, maybe not, since Wukong lived in this universe. But he’s always been exempt before. The thought of something Wukong had never even met ending not only everyone else’s existence, but his as well? Come on.

…right?

Granted, he shouldn’t make it all about himself. His mind wandered to the other pilgrims, who didn’t have the mercy of a long life that Wukong (thought) he had. Then, he thought of his old brothers, and found that that had only been a drop of poison for his growing doubts.

This could have been a trick. The Emperor may have just wanted to use him. Something cold traveled up Wukong’s arm– likely the cool fog catching up to him– and his mind turned to the only thing he could think straight on.

Nothing could kill Sun Wukong.

The Staff chimed and twinkled. It extended from his ear and dropped familiarly into his hand.

“Where is it?” he asked.

The Jade Emperor’s face didn’t twitch. Part of Wukong had expected a look of triumph, or a twitch in his resolve, but that didn’t happen. The Emperor took two or three long strides (or floated, Wukong couldn’t tell), lifted his cape, and swooped it where he stood. In its fluttering wake, a cradle of leaves and moss popped out from the drab colors of this forgotten room.

Wukong, immediately, wanted to drop his weapon.

“No,” he spat, suddenly very angry, “No! Do you think this is a joke?”

“If you think I’m trying to play tricks, then I can advise you to close your eyes, count to ten, and look again.”

“You’re…,” Wukong started. He bared his teeth, taking in the Emperor’s challenging gaze before forcing his attention down toward the Harbinger.

The little monkey in the cradle looked up. It had been sleeping innocently, and it fluttered its eyelashes at the sudden light. Now, it was blinking those honey eyes at him.

“Hi,” it said in a tiny voice, fit for such a tiny thing.

The end of Wukong’s staff clinked against the stone floor.

“What is going on here?” he said, ignoring the child. He could feel his fur prickling with anger at the stale scent of Flower Fruit Mountain coming from it, weak and caked with something earthy and milky, but there.

“Do not forget what I’ve told you. The Harbinger being a stone monkey shouldn’t influence the facts; it’s dangerous, Monkey, and it’ll only grow to be our enemy if you allow your feelings to complicate.”

“A stone monkey!” cried Wukong, “my stone monkey, even! Born on Mount Huaguo! You’ve stolen it!”

“A Harbinger of Chaos!” shot back the Emperor, and Wukong willed himself to stay quiet. The little monkey shivered at the whipping fog. It reached up to Wukong with little hands, but he was quick to dodge them. “I urge you to think straight, Sun Wukong. Your similarities to it may have been the reason I chose you to meet me here, but the similarities end with your ability to change. You had opportunities, Monkey, but this one is doomed from the start. There is no changing what it will become. If you cannot see that, then you are as foolish as you were underneath that mountain.”

That cold, twisting anger curdled in Wukong’s belly. He ached to give the Emperor a piece of his mind. ‘Find someone else to do this’ he wanted to say, ��how dare you shove the duty onto me’. But a voice, little but powerful, was chanting; ‘this thing will kill you. It could kill you. You need to kill it first’.

Wukong’s mouth went dry.

The little monkey cooed. Wukong, on instinct, tilted his head at it, and found that it was staring intensely at Wukong’s tail. He flicked it nervously. The little monkey giggled at the way it twisted.

“Mnkey,” it squealed, proudly, “mnkey!”

Wukong could feel the Emperor’s gaze on him. He was in the spotlight now, not the Harbinger, and whatever steps he took had to be perfect. What he wanted and what the Emperor wanted were quickly becoming blurred lines. Did the staff stay or go? Did he swing now or later?

“You want me to kill it?” he asked, stupidly, just to make sure.

“Yes.”

“I…” Wukong quickly tried to pull anything from his head, “I don’t know how, but if I could just have time to figure it out…”

The Emperor’s wounds warbled. Wukong watched one split further, cautiously, and he feared for a moment that he would just have to start lashing at the little thing. How cruel it would be if he had to force himself to stay here until it perished.

But then, the Emperor said, “Make haste, then. We can’t afford to waste the precious time that remains. Take the thing. Bring it wherever you’d like; the middle of nowhere, under the sea, to your mountain; find a way to get rid of it. I will have a member of my court check in on you daily.”

Daily? Eugh. How was Wukong supposed to relax when all he could look forward to was one check after another? They might as well be trapped down here for all of eternity.

“Right,” said Wukong, looking at the monkey, “yeah, rodger that.”

The monkey– Wukong didn’t want to call the monkey ‘it’ anymore– must’ve liked something that came out of his mouth. They smiled at him with itty bitty teeth, and Wukong felt cold at the way his heart melted.

“Right,” he repeated. He sent a fleeting glance at the Emperor before removing his cape.

The air here was chilly. The monkey’s fur was raised by the goosebumps forming on their skin, so he wrapped the poor thing with his cape and brought them up to his chest.

Something like a “thank you” mumbled from the monkey’s mouth. They tried to grasp onto Wukong’s fur, but the swaddle was too constricting, and his chest plate blocked any further attempt.

“I expect to see you soon, Monkey,” said the Emperor.

Wukong only nodded. He didn’t want to be in this foggy room anymore.

The Harbinger likely didn’t understand the conversation that had just happened. They looked too young to formulate too many words, much less distinguish between more than a couple– but sensing the tone was probably different. They were blinking at him as if spooked. Maybe they were clever enough to realize that they might have not been completely safe after all.

When Wukong left the room, the first thing he heard was a soft exhale.

He turned and glared at the prisoner.

“What?” he snapped, and the little monkey tensed. They cooed, as if trying to calm him down, and he pointedly ignored them.

“Nothing,” insisted the snake demon. But his voice was bubbly– giggly, almost– and he smiled toothily at Wukong. “You’re just an interesting character, Great Sage, just as I expected you to be.”

Wukong frowned. He couldn’t entertain this demon. He, too, had been a prisoner of Heaven once, but this one would likely go mad before he was freed of his misery. Wukong had gotten lucky. Wukong didn’t feel entirely lucky.

“Are you one of Nüwa’s children?”

The demon tilted his head. There was a hint of surprise that flashed across his eyes, but it may have been more amused than anything else. He tested the weight of the shackles around his wrists. They clinked, scraped against scales, and then settled.

“Aren’t we all?” he replied.

The Harbinger giggled. They must have thought his striking, glowing eyes were interesting. The snake demon smirked at them in return, lifting his fingers to wave them at the little thing.

Wukong, suddenly remembering that this whole story was lost to him, felt horribly like a pawn. He readjusted the child in his arms and briskly headed toward the stairs.

What would Wukong do? Was he to head back to Flower Fruit Mountain? That might be the best course of action– to regather himself from this unexpected event. Then again, he had no idea if the Harbinger had powers; like laser eyes, or fireballs. Maybe keeping them in a collapsable mountain wasn’t very smart.

“You bring us colorful light. You beautify the lovely flower of our soul,” he murmured to himself. The Harbinger pressed their head against the cool chest plate to listen. Wukong’s chest tightened. “Today we grow under the sunlight, tomorrow we will create a colorful world.”

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magician-kitty · 9 months ago

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Here Comes a Thought

Days have passed since her encounter with The Lady Bone Demon, MK's behavior has changed since then. She hasn't been sleeping, due to the constant night terrors. She hasn't been eating, giving the bags under her eyes.

Not to mention she's been ignoring everyone.

The others tried talking to her but she would always say "Don't worry about me" but they weren't buying it.

"MK, please come out, you haven't been out your room in days," Mei called out through the other side of her door, MK didn't respond. "Please! We're all worried about you especially Mr. Tang and Pigsy." Mei said trying to get her friend to come out, but she got no response.

Mei sighed in defeat. "MK, I'm always here for you, just remember that." Mei said before walking away.

She headed back into the kitchen where the others were waiting. "Is she okay, is she coming out?" The little one, Savage asked. Mei shook her head, ruffling his head. "Sorry Savage, she still won't budge." They all groaned.

"I don't get it, why is she acting like this?" Tang questioned. "Yeah, She's never acted like this before." Pigsy said crossing his arms.

"What can we do then?" Savage asked, fiddled with his tail a bit, his sister rubbing his back in comfort.

Mei hummed in thought, an idea suddenly came to her head. "I got it! I think I know how we can get her out." She exclaimed.

Tang raised a brow. "How exactly?" He asked Mei, who only grinned. "I need to make a phone call."

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Meanwhile, MK sat in her room with her headphones on trying to block out outside noise. All of a sudden MK's bedroom door was knocked down, startled, she looked to see it was Red Son standing by the doorway his arms crossed.

"Noodle Girl!"

"Wha-Red Son? what the hell are you doing!?" She yelled.

"I was told that you're not in the best mood, and I intend to fix that." He told her, before she could say something he grabbed MK and lifted her up, bridal style.

"What, hey what are you doing? Put me-" She was cut off when he teleported out of her room, with her still in his arms.

MK groans and open her eyes, she gasped as she looked at her surroundings. "Wha..." She trailed off. She was standing in the middle of a Flower field near the mountains, nowhere else in sight.

She turned to Red Son who was standing in front of her. "Red, what is this place?" She asked, still amazed in awe. The fire demon raised his hand to silence her, silently took her hands and guided her to sit down.

"So, What is it?" He asked with an irritated huff.

"What are you—?" She looked at him with a confused expression.

"Your depressing attitude is starting to get annoying," Red Son grumbled. "So let's make it simple and just tell me what's wrong, so I can return you back home."

MK hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "I...I just feel like such a total failure. Every time I try to do something right I just gunk everything up," She looked down at her hands, clenching them tightly. "I try and I try, but...nothing is good enough."

MK sobbed a little, looking down at her lap, "I just feel so—"

"You feel like an utter disappointment?" He finished for her, frowning. MK was shocked at his response but silently nodded.

He wiped away her tears, he then folded his hands. "Try to clear your thoughts, empty your mind." He instructed. MK was confused by this, but did what he told. "I'm not really sure how this will help." She folded her hands, positioned herself in a meditation position.

"It will, meditation teaches us calm, focus, how to harmonize the wild energy and emotions that are burning within us," He explained as fire flickered out of his hands as he twirled it.

"Wow.." MK stared in awed, she's never seen him so calm and collected.

"However, in your case. You're off balance."

"Im off balanced?" She questioned. He nodded.

"An imbalance mind can cause you to lose touch with reality, see things that aren't there, and eventually fall apart. To find balance, you must understand your feelings. To understand your feelings, you must see them clearly without running from them."

"And this will help for sure?" She asked.

"Trust me, it will. Now close your eyes," He instructed. "Breathe.."

"Okay..." MK did just that, closing her eyes, taking in a deep breath before slowly exhaling.

"Here in darkness, everything's okay. Listen to the wind and let them fade away. Here Comes a Thought."

Take a moment to think of just

Flexibility, love, and trust

Take a moment to think of just

Flexibility, love, and trust

Red Son sighed as MK glanced up at him for a moment, the dark stripes under her eyes, her cheeks stained with tears. The fire demon softly smiled again before MK looked back down in sadness.

Here comes a thought

That might alarm you

What someone said

And how it harmed you

The fire demon reminisces about how difficult it was for him growing up, his constant tempers, loosing his father, watching his mother struggle to hold up the family name all by herself.

No matter how much he tried to help, it just...wasn't good enough.

Something you did

That failed to be charming

Things that you said are

Suddenly swarming and, oh

The little prince would sit in his room, angrily crying to himself in a corner, feeling useless, unworthy, and unwanted.

You're losing sight

You're losing touch

All these little things seem to matter so much

That they confuse you

That I might lose you

He shook away the memories, extended both arms out, butterflies landing on each hand. He smiled. MK stared in awed, then one landed one her finger. She had a nervous look on her face, Unsure of what to do.

Take a moment remind yourself to

Take a moment and find yourself

Take a moment to ask yourself if

This is how we fall apart?

But it's not, but it's not, but it's not, but

it's not, but it's not

Red Son shook the butterflies off him and held his hand out for her, MK slowly grabbed it, letting him help her stand up. Red smiled when she stood, he held her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumb. Which made her smile, leaning forward to hug him.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

You've got nothing, got nothing, got nothing, got nothing to fear

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here

"Run while you can, destiny will always catch up."

Lady Bone Demon's voice echoed in her head, causing MK to flinch, releasing herself from Red's embrace. MK held her head low, eyes shadowed.

Here comes a thought

That might alarm me

What someone said

And how it harmed me

She recalls what happened back in the Spider Queen's lair, How terrified she was when she saw her, how she got inside her head.

Something I did

That failed to be charming

Things that I said are

Suddenly swarming and, oh

Why couldn't she do anything right, if it wasn't for her hair sample, Spider Queen wouldn't have almost taken over the world, she'd let that key get stolen and the city almost got destroyed because of her.

MK held her head as her a she was surrounded by a swarm of butterflies, and not in a good way.

Maybe Monkey King really did choose the wrong successor?

I'm losing sight

I'm losing touch

All these little things seem to matter so much

That they confuse me

That I might lose me

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, MK turned around to see Red Son, he sees her worry and he smiled, "It's okay, I'm right here." he said in a soft tone and wiped her fresh tears and pulled her back in for a hug.

MK slightly blushed at him, a small smile on her face.

Take a moment remind yourself to

Take a moment and find yourself

Take a moment and ask yourself if

This is how we fall apart?

He stands up in front of MK, extending his hand. His face feeling red with nervousness and excitement. MK cocked her head to the side in confusion, then realizing that he meant, She felt heat rise to her cheeks, she nodded and takes MK by the hands as they begin to dance.

But it's not, but it's not, but it's not, but it's not, but it's not

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

I've got nothing, got nothing, got

nothing, got nothing to fear

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here

Red Son grasps his right hand, linking his with hers and raises it in the air. His other hand wrapped around to MK's waist. He pulled her in close with a grin.

MK squeaked at the sudden gesture. Red Son chuckled to himself before started to lead them in a slow dance.

And it was just a thought, just a thought,

just a thought, just a thought, just a thought

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay

They spun around together, laughing together. Red Son twirled MK and from there.

We can watch, we can watch, we can

watch, we can watch them go by

From here, from here, from here

Finally, Red Son dipped MK, he looked into her eyes. Those big, beautiful, deep brown eyes that made his heart melt as MK smiled up at him. He wanted nothing more to look at her gaze and hold her for the rest of his life.

Take a moment to think of just

Flexibility, love, and trust

Take a moment to think of just

Flexibility, love, and trust

They finished their meditation session. MK opened her eyes, slowly exhaling. Feeling all of her emotional baggage was somewhat being lifted.

"Feel better now?" He asked her, she nodded.

"Yeah, I think so," A smile graced the teen's face, and she leaned onto the fire demon's shoulder. "Thank you, Red Son."

Sparks flew from the demon's hair, as a red hue coated his face, he gulped. "You're welcome." He leaning into her embrace.

The two sit there in silence, staring off into the horizon. Red Son glances away, then back at MK, he opens his mouth to speak, though nothing comes out.

He couldn't hold it in anymore. He has to say something now.

"I...I have to say something."

"Hm, What's wrong?" MK looks at Red Son, curious on what the he wants to talk to about.

Red Son was sweating bullets and was a nervous wreck on the inside, "Ever since I met you I've been...having these unnerving feelings," Red Son eventually admits. "And it so very frustrating."

MK blinks, a blush coming to her cheeks at what she thinks Red Son is saying.

"Red I think—"

"When I came to your house after the invasion with The Spider Queen and so rudely...kissed you..." He trailed off.

"Red Son.." He interrupted her again.

"I meant I shouldn't even have done such a thing, I didn't even asked if you wanted too! I just let my feelings get the be feelings get out of hand..."

"Red Son..."

I admit it! For I-I was I who have been sending you all those gifts, the flowers, the poems, and that Monkey King plush you've been wanting." He stared at the ground, eyes shadowed as he was trembling slightly. MK stared at the nervous demon, Her eyes slowly began to sparkle, a blush slowly formed in her cheeks.

"Red I think you're—" He continued his confession/rambling again. Her eyebrow started to twitch a bit in irritation.

He clenched his fists tightly to the brink on whiteness. "I can completely understand if you're not interested and don't return them but I just couldn't hold it in anymore." He stated, looking up at her, his face now as red as his trench coat.

"So just do us both the trouble and reject me already—" The Monkie kid cuts off the rambling demon by roughly grab him by his mouth.

"MMPH!?" He muffled against her hand.

"You know for a so called villain, you talk too much," MK released her hand from his mouth, giving him a smile. "I like you too." she says, moving her hand to rest it on his cheek.

"Y-You do?" MK brought her hands out to cup Red Son's face, gently thumbing his cheeks. Red Son nuzzled into MK's touch.

"Yeah, but...This is moving a little too fast for me."

"Oh," Red looked a little disappointed, but recomposing himself. "I understand. If that's the case...Can I, take you out to dinner?"

"...Yeah, I'd like that."

#lego monkie kid #tales of the monkey princess #monkie kid mk #lmk red son #here comes a thought #Spotify

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moonshine16 · 2 years ago

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CHAPTER ONE: THE EMPIRE OF THE SUN.

Everything was going perfect in the battle against LBD, there was no way they would lose, everyone came together so that MK would be able to defeat that ancient demon. Everything had to end well, nothing bad had to happen, the monkey king felt so proud that his little successor was so promising. He also looked to his side, because there was Macaque.

They were no longer far away, they were not on bad terms, they were fighting together, and it had been so long since he had seen him, he felt happy to see him there in spite of everything. They could make it, they should have made it.

...

But LBD managed to gain an advantage that had not been thought of before. Something he hadn't thought he would do.

He had consumed Samadhi's fire, and with it, having killed Mei.

No, that shouldn't have happened, it shouldn't have happened.

It was a fight they could not win.

MK and his friends wanted to beat LBD, but they only managed to hurt themselves more, and things seemed to have no good ending.

Everything was happening so fast, there was no salvation, even Macaque this time wanted to help, he didn't hide again, he had believed in MK's words.

...

And then it happened.

An unfocused MK didn't see when LBD spread some ice picks from the ground to the top. The monkey king was so far away and so busy trying to take care of Red Son away from danger that he couldn't save MK.... But Macaque did.

"MK! "

The six-eared macaque had embraced MK to carry him away in a shadow portal, but maybe he wasn't fast enough.

The great sage's eyes widened in terror. No, no, no, no, not again.

MK opened his eyes, for he had closed them to wait for death, but felt nothing, only the soft fur of Macaque who held him, still, standing. Then he felt a pang in his chest and turned away, now he could see the scene in front of him well.

Macaque was there, being pierced by that ice pick, the blood did not stop falling, still feeling weak the macaque remained standing, but not because of his own strength, but because he was stabbed. More blood came out of his mouth when he tried to speak, MK watched the scene in horror.

It was his fault.

Macaque had gone to fight because he asked him to, because he convinced him to, even now the dark furred one was the one who saved him.

It was his fault that LBD had killed him.

No, no, no...

Yet another death.

He didn't want to lose anyone else, he couldn't stand it, everything was chaos and they couldn't win.

Tears came out of MK's eyes as he looked around in frustration, so much was going on at once, LBD just watched the scene laughing.

Sun Wukong pushed Red Son aside and rushed past MK, carrying Macaque to pull him out of the ice pick and knelt on the ground carrying his body, cooing to him.

"Mac, Mac... Can you hear me? Please... " The monkey king begged.

He couldn't lose him, not again.

"Oh, poor Sun Wukong, did you lose your beloved again? It seems it's true that you bring misfortune to those around you."

LBD's laughter echoed throughout the place, he rejoiced to know that he was winning, he had succeeded. Everyone had lost hope, he could see it, he could feel it. Even the young successor of the monkey king was in shock, he was trembling. Red Son went with him to comfort him, to calm him down, to be together in pain and try to stay strong, it wasn't too late.... They could make it, couldn't they?

Even though they had killed Mei and Tang, as well as mortally wounded Sandy along with Pigsy. Even though even Red Son and MK were badly wounded.

The monkey king felt oblivious to everything, even LBD's voice, he felt anguish, a pain beyond anything he could ever imagine. He caressed Macaque's face, who felt so cold. He couldn't even say goodbye, couldn't apologize, couldn't make things right, couldn't go back to being the loving couple they were.

Because no one could be an ideal partner for eternity, only Macaque.

His beloved Macaque.

Tears welled up endlessly in the monkey king's eyes, embracing Macaque, clinging to his body. Crying out in pain as if his skin was being ripped off.

Macaque, Macaque... His beloved Macaque.

He had lost him again.

Again.

LBD just smiled watching, it was time to destroy the world, to exterminate everything. But first, he wanted to make sure he had a precious puppet at his disposal. Again he passed more of his power to Wukong, in addition to the one that had remained inside him when he possessed him the first time.

...

But this time, he did not fight to free himself from LBD's manipulation.

"FINALLY, THIS WORLD WILL FINALLY BE PERFECT! "

Red Son and MK looked at Wukong in terror. The monkey king gently laid Macaque on the ground and slowly stood up, turning to look at LBD, still.

"If I am to rule this world, it is best to have a vessel worthy of me. "

And this time, LBD left the girl, moving to another vessel, completely possessing Monkey King.

It was the end.

...

"What...? " LBD's voice sounded so hurt. "No, no, no... YOU CAN'T! DON'T YOU DARE! DON'T YOU DARE! NO! "

The body of the monkey king fell to his knees while holding his hands to his head, there was a scream given by the monkey king, but with LBD's voice, then, there was only silence.

...

Red Son and MK stepped back in fear, the best thing to do was to run away, far away.

Sun Wukong stood up slowly, without making a sound. He looked down at his hands and let out a small laugh, one that then turned into unbridled guffaws.

A shiver ran down both boys' backs, they didn't know what was happening, didn't know if they could run away.

"Finally... We stopped her" Sun Wukong said, turning to look at the two young men.

They were supposed to feel relief, but they didn't know why, but they felt much more afraid now, they didn't feel safe.

"...Monkey King?" Asked MK, not sure if it was Monkey King.

Not when his golden eyes had red sclera, plus white and red tufts in his fur.

"It's me, MK. Don't worry, everything will be all right. "

"What are you talking about? "

"I'll fix it, I'll fix everything. We'll have our paradise. "

"Monkey King? Are you sure you're all right? "

"Oh, no, it's not Monkey King anymore. I don't have to be just the king... I can be an emperor. "

Red Son stopped MK from speaking and pulled him lightly by the arm, as if silently telling him that they should leave.

But before he could do anything else, Monkey King went at beastly speed to Red Son, lifting him by the collar and scowling at him. There was not a hint of emotion in him, nothing.

"You're trying to take MK away too? YOU ALSO WANT TO TAKE MY SUCCESSOR?"

Red Son felt fear, his whole body was trembling and he desperately wanted to be free, everything still hurt from the recent battle, plus the hand around his neck was not kind.

"MONKEY KING, LET HIM GO! "

The monkey king growled and threw Red Son far away, against the ground. So hard that he had made a small crater where he fell. MK rushed to his aid, kneeling beside him. Monkie kid looked at his master with fear and annoyance.

"What are you doing...? Why did you do that? He's not one of the bad guys!" MK asked.

"It doesn't matter what happens to him, MK. Don't worry. Everything will be fine in the end. "

"It's not! Nothing's fine! We couldn't save anyone! Even Mei, Tang and Macaque are dead and they're not coming back! "

Macaque.

As that name reached his ear, Wukong felt pain in his chest. A great internal battle.

"No, you're wrong about one thing, MK. Yes, they will come back. I will create a new world. "

"No... Do you... Do you have LBD's powers? "

Monkey King smiled, a smile that gave you chills when you saw it.

"She thought she could possess me. But it ended up being the other way around. Her determination wasn't as strong as mine? Though I'm grateful she was foolish enough to try. With this power... No one can ever take anything away from me. "

"You can't seek revenge! What you're about to do is wrong! "

"YOU DON'T DECIDE! " Wukong growled. "They dared to take it from me again, AGAIN! I HAVE ALWAYS PUT THE WELFARE OF THE WORLD ABOVE EVERYTHING ELSE! I deserve this. Everything will be better. Don't worry, your friends will be fine."

"DON'T DO IT!" Said MK, bravely getting up to go to his master, he wanted to help him reason.

Of course those losses hurt, but they had to move on, if Monkey King did that, he would just do the same thing LBD would have done, it didn't make sense, they were the good guys!

Oh, but poor MK didn't expect Wukong to end up appearing in front of him, taking out his heart with his own claws, leaving the poor Monkie kid to fall to his knees on the ground. Monkey King gently laid him down, completely ignoring Red Son's screams.

"Shh... Take it easy, MK. The pain will pass. When you wake up, everything will be fine. "

"Monkey... King..." MK wanted to say something, he didn't understand, did the monkey king really kill him?

"Everything will be all right, just close your eyes, tomorrow will be a new day, and no one will ever hurt you again.... No one."

MK closed his eyes, soon everything started to fade away.

Soon everything became darkness.

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When MK opened his eyes, he could smell a delicious aroma of steamed buns. He opened his eyes and could see around him, he didn't recognize where he was, but everything looked really luxurious. He was lying on a big bed, in a much bigger room, full of paintings and furniture of a usual room.

He looked down at himself, he was wearing new clothes. A gold colored male hanfu. He didn't know where he was, he got up to go to the exit door, but before he did, the door opened revealing a maid, who was carrying on a tray steamed buns and a cup of tea as well as the teapot.

"You have awakened, young prince. Greetings, I feel worthy to be in your presence. "

The maid offered him the tray and MK accepted it, returning to the bed and leaving the tray there. He grabbed one of the buns and tasted it, it tasted delicious.

Oh, but now was not the time for that, suddenly his whole head hurt and he remembered what had happened.

LBD, Monkey King, his friends dead and hurt.

Where was he? What had happened?

"I... Where am I?" MK asked.

"In paradise, young prince. "

MK frowned, that title again.

"I'm not a prince.... "

"You are. You are the son of our wonderful emperor, the light of this empire."

"...of this empire? "

The maid nodded, then pointed to the ceiling of that room.

"The empire of the sun. "

When MK looked up at the ceiling, she could see that huge painting. It was a beautiful palace in the clouds, waterfalls cascading down to the kingdom below, as if it were a heavenly kingdom. Everything was made of the most valuable jewels, there was gold in abundance.

The empire of the sun.

"Am I... Am I there?" asked MK.

"That's right, young prince. You are in the empire of the sun right now, in the emperor's palace. "

"...The emperor... Who is he? "

MK knew the answer, but he wanted to check.

"Our glorious rising sun, the emperor Sun Wukong. "

Yes, it was obvious. He had done it, he had manipulated the world to his whim, making himself the main authority to fulfill every wish.

"I want to see him. "

"As you command."

He need to confront him.

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So, here is the first chapter. It's all in AO3, but I wanted to bring this chapter as a small sample!

#lmk au #shadowpeach #lmk macaque #lmk sun wukong #six eared macaque #sun wukong #SunEmpireAU #lmk mk #angst #lmk red son

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vegalocity · 3 years ago

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26 for another part of your King Red fic? Maybe him confessing how much he loves his darling and his love- and TT MK managing to direct his attention away from Prisoner MK a little bit?

Love meme

26.“You will never lose me. I will always be right here beside you.”

Omg i'm sorry it's been fucking DECADES but i'm getting these done so help me god (also as usual everyone say Thanks to @purble-turble for the awesome AU)

The kidnapping didn’t go as planned. And honestly, it was a delight to watch.

Xiaotian had to watch from that stupid little high tech palanquin, and it was all through one-way glass so the Evil King was ‘the only one whom could look upon his love’ while still able to have him watch him show off.

Or as it turned out, walk right into a counter-trap because somehow and someway his ‘Darling’ had seen the whole thing coming and was prepared for his fake low-scale threat. It was hard not to laugh at the whole thing, how the Evil King had to bring in Macaque just to make sure he didn’t get his butt too thoroughly trounced and not let his alternate get close enough to the ‘palanquin’ to realise he was in there and it wasn’t some sort of weapon or get away vehicle. No doubt he feared if he did so his alternate self would try to take off with him, which.. Yeah okay he knew himself even if he didn’t know his alternate self very much and he knew that was probably accurate.

So the Evil King had to retreat ‘in shame’ while he was delighting in just how prepared his other self and his other friends were.

But that did mean upon return to his stupid palace and his stupid court that he had to play along more than ever with the Evil King. Either he was always like this after a failed abduction attempt or his presence made it hit harder but he could see his shoulders trembling a bit as he bit back tears as Xiaotian patched up his wounds.

There weren’t a lot of them, wounds that is, but he told the healer he’d take care of it, and so he would. The Evil King’s muttering about ‘next time’ as he disinfected and wrapped up the cut on his arm turned to white noise in Xiaotian’s head as he fantasised that he was just wrapping up his Red’s wounds after a battle where he’d been a little too reckless with his own safety. It had only been a few days but he missed his boyfriend like a missing limb. The real Red Son was out there, probably panicking, probably terrified, probably in the middle of some huge rescue mission with the others and barely holding back his own panic responses; and here he was playing doctor to a fake.

He bit back the scowl that wanted to form on his face. He wouldn’t be able to lie if he let himself get too angry about this. He wanted to scowl of course, he wanted to take the slightly weakened state of the Evil King as what it was and pounce on the man, grappling him as one hand scrabbled through his robes to try and find the Hopper. But he wasn’t stupid. He saw Macaque slink back into the palace with them, and if he had enough bull clones and guards on him they would probably pry him off of him before he could do much, and then these stupid magic handcuffs would activate again and he could kiss this level of freedom he had goodbye.

No matter how much he wanted to run, or fight, or finally shoot his shot at getting home he knew he couldn’t do it yet.

“-I just want him back…” the Evil King’s words were kicking back into making sense in Xiaotian’s ear. “My love I swear I don't hold you two in comparison, but I want him back.”

“I know, hun.” he responded, hoping his voice sounded something resembling committed. “You’ll figure it out eventually.” Yeah figure out that he’s a fucking lunatic and Alternate him would be nothing but miserable if he ever ‘got him back’. But the Evil King just sighed and leaned into his touch.

“I suppose I must be more impatient with you here my love, normally such a setback doesn’t shake me at all.” he laughed sort of ruefully and wiped at his eyes for just a moment and… and he wasn’t lying to himself when he said he didn’t feel the least bit sympathetic. He was weak to Red Son’s tears, he always was and would be; but the Evil King’s tears didn’t make his chest ache in turn. It didn’t. He didn’t want to sympathize with him, he knew better than to. This was just that weird thing that would keep happening with him looking and sounding way too much like his Red.

He knew better than to actually sympathise with him. He’d hurt his Red, he’d done NOTHING but hurt his Red. He’s the reason his Red woke up with nightmares and had panic attacks and depressive swings at all. He’s literally the reason why his Red Son was in therapy. He was just having a pavlovian response to his tears because he was so used to comforting his ACTUAL boyfriend. That thought made him feel better.

“It’s okay, I know.” he pulled the Evil King close, so that he leaned enough to the side that he could tuck his head under Xiaotian’s chin. This was as perfect a time as any to figure out exactly where he kept the hopper on him.

Perfect. Perfect distraction. Both for the Evil King and for him. Because UGH like hell would he let himself develop sympathy for this man, or heaven forbid, affection. Gross. He let one hand skid up and down his back, in what was supposed to be a comforting motion, but was also looking for any hidden pockets in the back. Like how characters in cartoons can hold a bunch of objects behind them without anything to imply where they were being held.

Nothing. Damn.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” he kept his back stroking up though, even as his other hand started to gently run down the side of the Evil King further from him. “And look, Hey, look at me, huh?” He looked at him when bade and Xiaotian took a breath, and forced himself to picture his boyfriend in place of the Evil King. Those tear filled eyes eternally haunted and shadowed from a sleep that far too commonly never came. The gentle tremor in his body as Xiaotian brought both hands away from his side and back to cup his face in his hands. The barely restrained sobs he did his best to keep quiet, but in the end just gave way to painful sounding squeaks as his lungs begged him to breathe.

He could pretend, for just a moment. Just long enough to sell the sincerity.

“You will never lose me. I will always be right beside you. Got it?”

The illusion shattered when the Evil King lifted a hand to press against his and turned his head to kiss his palm. “You’re truly too good for me, My love.”

“Yeah yeah, now come on, let’s get down to the kitchens i’ll make you something sweet.”

The Evil King sighed dreamily and followed his lead, and thoroughly distracted, put out that flicker of bred-in pity that Xiaotian had hoped to smother.

He needed to get out of here soon. He wasn’t sure how much longer his sanity could take this.

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lunar-wandering · 3 years ago

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Delirium

@smallpwbbles happy birthday, take some delirious Wukong-

Word Count: 2k

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MK paused in a mixture of shock, horror, and awe as he took in the sight before him.

Pigsy had his head in his hands, looking for all the world like he was totally done with the situation. Tang was standing beside him, trying to hide his increasingly obvious laughter. Mei had no such qualms, and was laughing out loud, practically on the verge of literally rolling around on the floor. Red Son stood next to her, holding up Mei's phone, which seemed to be recording, the fire demon trying desperately to look neutral to the situation, but a small smirk on the edge of his lips betrayed him, revealing his amusement. Sandy stood slightly off to the side, holding a blanket, ready to step in at any time.

And Macaque stood ramrod straight, appearing to be somewhere between 'embarrassed' and 'would somebody please strike me down already'- as Wukong leaned against him, saying a series of sloppily put together compliments.

MK took a deep breath, speed-running all five stages of grief in under an instant. (Possibly a new record for him.)

"I left. For five minutes." He said, taking note of how some places on the deck seemed to be dented, and was that smoke coming from over there? "How, exactly, did things end up like this?"

He received no answer, the others having jumped and turned to stare at him when he had spoken, having not noticed his return.

...Wait, where did Wukong-

"MK." Wukong said, and MK did his best not to jump as the delirious Monkey King appeared beside him out of nowhere and put a hand on MK's shoulder. "My, my dear su- ......succulent.....?"

"Successor." MK corrected, trying to ignore how the others were barely restraining their laughter. (Macaque, at least, looked somewhat sympathetic, but he also looked far more grateful for the fact that Wukong's attention had shifted away from him.)

"That's, yes. That's the word, yes." Wukong said, before grabbing hold of MK's cheeks, squishing them a little as he made sure MK was looking at him. "I am so proud of you."

"...Thanks?" MK said, questionably, pulling himself out of Wukong's grip. Wukong briefly glanced at his hands, seemingly confused as to where his successor had gone. "Monkey King- I'm right here. You should really be resting, until whatever this is gets out of your system-"

"Red Son!" Wukong exclaimed, the aforementioned fire demon making an audible noise of terror, slipping to hide behind Mei as Wukong spun around to face him-

Only to trip over his own two feet, slamming into the deck, denting it ever so slightly.

...For about the twenty-third time that day.

Sandy took this as his time to move forwards, gently laying the blanket down on top of Wukong, before announcing that he was going to try and make some more healing tea, (Wukong had dumped the first pot of it over the side of the ship, claiming that it was 'too bitter', 'wouldn't work anyways', and complaining that it didn't 'taste like peaches'), and the river demon left, going back down inside of the airship, leaving the others without his calming presence.

"...Okay guys, while Monkey King is....asleep..." MK wasn't even actually sure if Wukong was asleep, but he'd stopped moving and had become utterly silent since slamming into the deck, so- "I suggest we make it so that he doesn't hurt himself or us with anything on the ship."

"What, are you suggesting we should baby-proof the entire ship?" Pigsy asked.

"...More like 'Monkey King-proof', but yes, actually, that is exactly what I am suggesting." MK said, "We're going to need to cover all of our bases-"

"Uh, kid?" Macaque interrupted, grabbing MK's attention by lightly tapping on his shoulder. "If you're going to Monkey King-proof the ship, you uh, might want to start with the railing."

He pointed to the edge of the ship, and MK followed his gaze to see-

"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me." MK said, just catching the barest, tiniest glimpse of Wukong, wearing the blanket around his shoulders like a cape, leaping over the side of the ship. "That's the fifth time he's done that today."

It wasn't all that hard to find him again. All they had to do was follow the destruction a delirious, overpowered monkey leaves behind.

Or at least, that was MK, Mei, and Macaque's strategy, up until they stumbled upon a perfectly normal, entirely untouched clearing.

"...What do we do now?" Mei asked, and Macaque made to give an answer-

Only to have to jump back, barely avoiding being impaled as Wukong suddenly appeared out of the surrounding woods, carrying a rather large tree. He had twigs, leaves, and dirt all throughout his fur. The blanket was seemingly missing, but neither MK, Mei, nor Macaque really wanted to find out where it had gone. The group of three took a cautious step back as Wukong locked eyes with them.

"Wanna see how up I can lift this tree?" He said, already lifting said tree above his head. (Everyone ignored how he'd seemingly forgotten the word 'high'.) MK and Mei shared a look as Mei slowly pulled out her phone, opening up the camera.

"I mean, we really shouldn't, but..." MK said, and Wukong beamed, shifting to hold the tree with one hand, taking the chance to show off. MK and Mei 'ooh'ed and 'awe'd appropriately, but Macaque rolled his eyes and looked away.

Which cause him to miss seeing the exact moment when Wukong's strength faltered, the tree falling upon the Monkey King's back, pinning him to the ground.

Macaque certainly didn't miss Wukong's screech of terror though.

MK and Mei had froze in shock, but Macaque reacted instantly, running over to the pinned monkey. The panicked mutters of "Not again, not again, please not again-" left little doubt as to what was currently going through Wukong's mind.

Macaque practically sent the tree flying in his rush to get it off of the other, and, not knowing was else to do when that didn't immediately quell Wukong's panic, flipped him over, desperately hoping that seeing the wide open sky, with no mountain in sight, would calm the Monkey King down.

And, well, it must've done something, as Wukong quieted, blankly staring up at the sky, without blinking.

"...Are you....okay?" Macaque asked, fearing that he had made things worse as he kneeled down beside him.

"...Have I... ever told you that you have beautiful eyes?" Wukong muttered, and Macaque paused.

"Ah- no. No." Macaque said, standing up. "No, we are not doing this again- MK, come get your stupid mentor, we're going back to the ship."

"MK- hey- hey kid-"

"What is it now, Monkey King?" MK sighed, tired. It had been unanimous that Wukong could no longer go even seconds without being supervised, and now had to be watched at all times. MK, unfortunately, had gotten the short end of the stick and had been chosen for the first watch, (They had drawn straws, and he had not missed the sighs of relief from the others, nor had he missed how Macaque had magically changed the length of the straws. He swore he'd get that shadow monkey back somehow), which of course meant that he was the first to have to put up with the delirious Wukong's complete and utter bullshit.

"Um- Would, do you think Macaque's fur tastes bitter like his rationality?" Wukong asked, from where he was laying on his back, on the couch, yet another of Sandy's blankets set on top of him. (They'd tried to cocoon him, but after enough protesting they'd given up on it for now).

"Wh-" MK started, confused, turning the sentence over in his head to make sense of it before responding. "...First of all, no, I think it would just taste like hair, second of all, did you mean to say personality?"

"....Yes...." Wukong said, slowly, before a wicked smirk came over his face, and MK felt fear settle into his bones. "Do you wanna see me make a hair buddy-"

"No!" MK yelled, and he may have lost all his powers, including his enhanced speed, but you wouldn't have known it from the way he practically flew to stop Wukong from blowing on his hair. "You are not going to be making any clones any time soon, okay? Monkey King I need you to look at me and confirm that you will not make any hair clones while you're delirious."

"...I will not make hair buddies while I'm serious." Wukong said, and MK sighed.

"Good enough, I guess." He said, sitting back down in his chair, slumping, momentarily closing his eyes in exasperation.

When he opened them again, Wukong was gone.

"Fuck-" MK said, jumping up and spinning around-

Only to see Wukong on the other side of the room, curled up on top of the other couch. He'd somehow gotten more blankets than before too, MK was certain there had only been two in the room before, but now there appeared to be at least seven.

MK didn't want to question where and how Wukong had gotten them.

What he would like to know though, was-

"...Why did you move to the other couch?" MK dared to ask, prompting Wukong to stick his head out of the pile of blankets he had buried himself in.

"Cause this one's more soft! The other one's too....too..." He seemed to blank on the word 'stiff', and instead said; "Boney. Boney couch. Bouch."

MK took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from breaking down then and there. It was, of course, at this moment, that he noticed Red Son try to sneak pass the open the door and down the hallway.

MK didn't let him.

"Red Son!" He said, rushing over (never taking his eyes off of Wukong), and looping his arm around the demon's. Red Son squeaked, but MK ignored it as he dragged him over to stand in front of Wukong. "Perfect timing, I think it was about time for me to have a little break, y'know? Would you mind watching him for me for a moment?"

Red Son was about to say no- but the look on his face, the look of someone who was oh so close to Losing It made him reconsider.

"...Sure..." Red Son said, slowly, "So long as it's only for a bit-"

"Cool! Thanks!" MK said, immediately letting go, turning and practically sprinting out of the room. "Good luck!"

Red Son had the ever looming sense that he had just doomed himself.

(He should have never accepted their offer to join them on the ship. But dammit, MK had offered some of that spicy candy he knew Red Son liked, and the fire demon just couldn't have refused.)

For a few blissful minutes, it was silent, Red Son staring at Wukong in apprehension, while Wukong hardly seemed to have noticed that anything had changed at all, still snugly wrapped in his nest of blankets.

And then Wukong lifted his head, a questioning expression on his face.

"...Does blue exist?" He asked, and a look that was somewhere between exasperation and pure terror made it's way onto Red Son's face.

"Noodle Boy, hurry up with your break and get back in here, your mentor's going existential!" He yelled, looking in the direction MK had gone, desperately hoping that the other would come back and save him from this fate.

"You can handle it!" MK's voice called faintly.

"...If blue doesn't exist......Then red doesn't exist......so does that mean you don't exist?" Wukong asked, under his breath, looking at Red Son with fear.

"I most certainly can not handle this!" Red Son yelled, "Could somebody please get over here?"

Nobody answered his call. Red Son honestly hadn't expected them to.

After all, he would've made the exact same choice.

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to figure out how to respond to the monkey that currently seemed to be having an existential crisis.

Only to jump as he heard an ear shattering scream of frustration ring through the ship.

This had the fortune of snapping Wukong out of his crisis, instead having him simply look confused. Red Son ignored the faint shouts from Macaque's room (something about 'fuck you've got a serious pair of lungs' and 'warn a guy next time') as he tried to calm himself down from the sudden scare.

Geez. MK had seriously needed that break.

#Monkie Kid #fanfic #my writing #happy birthday!!

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kai-keda · 3 years ago

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Hard Art Work

Happy Birthday to @starsfic !

I love the art school AU so so much and I figured that since your work is always able to lift my mood, inspire me or both that I could write this little spicynoodles thing for you as a sort of thanks for being cool and sharing your work~ (Also I still re-read that commission I got from you all the time)

This is based off of this post!

“….ey….”

“…oodle boy…”

“Wake up!”

MK jolted up. He looked around to try making sense of his surroundings before focusing on the desk. The desk that didn’t have his project on it! He started to panic, turning behind his chair to see his partner looming over him.

“Red! Red, my comic’s missing! What am I gonna do?! How long have I been asleep?! Did I miss the deadline?! Did I fail?!”

Red Son poked his forehead and then he felt something peeling off of it before being held in front of him. He let out a happy gasp before grabbing his latest page that was still in its sketching stages. But that still didn’t answer where -

“!! Gimme!” He reached so far forward towards the folder that Red held under his arm that the chair fell backwards and with it, his face hit the floor. He let out a whine but didn’t have the energy to do much else.

At least he managed to look up when he sensed Red Son kneeling down next to him. “Noodle Boy, when’s the last time you slept?”

MK furrowed his brows in thought. “Uh… is that a trick question? I mean, I was asleep just now, right?”

Red groaned. “When was the last time you left your desk? I assumed you were out doing stuff whenever I was in class. Or at least taking naps during those times.”

The art student let out a hum. And then he gave a sheepish grin. “Guess you having a night class this semester makes it harder for you to keep me from pulling all nighters, huh?”

He had hoped Red would see the humor in the situation but his own smile dropped when the only response he got was one of genuine worry and concern.

“MK, you’re going to get yourself hurt. We’re only a week into this semester and you’re already losing track of how much sleep you’ve gotten to the point of passing out at your desk.” He opened his mouth to argue but was stopped by Red holding his hand up. “Do you know what day it is?”

He huffed. Of course he knew what day it was! … Didn’t he? He turned his head away from the judgmental stare of his partner.

“Come on. I’m getting you some food.”

“...too weak to move…”

He hoped the excuse would lead to Red leaving him here and bringing him food so that he could keep working on his independent study project, but instead he was physically lifted off the ground and held.

He whined and squirmed but eventually gave in. He was tired and Red Son was super comfy with his natural warmth.

“Are you gonna carry me all the way to the common area?”

Red nodded. “Yes. And if nothing there looks appetizing to you then I will carry you to any restaurant nearby you want to try.”

MK smiled and shut his eyes. Suddenly, a break sounded nice.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #spicynoodleshipping #lmk mk #lmk qi xiaotian #lmk red son #kai keda fanfiction #kai keda writing #lmk art school au

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ladygreenfrisbee · 2 years ago

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Hi, I was hoping if you have time maybe you could answer some in depth questions? I'm a huge fan of your LMK fics and I'm reading your BNHA stuff in the meantime between updates.

But I notice that you juggle your fics, updating some fics a couple chapters and then another fic. As a writer who loses momentum/motivation for good ideas quickly...how do you juggle them all so well without getting details mixed up? Your chapters all flow exceedingly well from one chapter to the next! I was wondering if you could share maybe how you organize things or share some other writing tips? I'm thinking that a similar method of cycling through fics snd updating them may work better for me to keep writing continuously and I was hoping you wouldn't mind sharing if you have the time or energy to do so. (If you don't, I completely understand!)

And lastly, I just wanted to say thank you for sharing your fics. Brotherhood and Reverse are my favorites, so well written and put together and god I love toddler Mac so much. (Also a mood on how you start to write a crack fic and then it gets Emotional and Plot and Angst.) I hope you have a great day! ❤️

Sure thing! First thing first you have to understand taking breaks from writing is VERY important! Although it does look like I'm constantly writing, I actually take lots of breaks -because most of the future chapters are planned out, and I know exactly what I'm doing -and most of all, I've already written most of the next chapter out by the time I get to it.

When I start a fic, generally I set up a Chapter Zero -that one contains all my notes, drabbles, pieces and bits for the story. Any string of words I imagine for it, some scattered bits that jumped to my brain -all serve to not only make the chapter writing faster, but to preserve the thoughts I had in that moment while I was imagining what to do next. It makes jumping back and forth between fics a lot easier, since if you properly document everything, you only need a easy peak in that file to catch up on your planning process for the fic! This also ends up with the result that some large parts of future chapters are written out long before you get to them, and you only need to polish what is there after that. Fun fact -Sunbreak's ending climax is already written out. It might be tweaked in the future, might be changed drastically, but I am happy with the current version and this also allows me to sprinkle some good ol' foreshadowing in the current chapters! Jumping between fics is also a technique I use to write faster in and out of itself -let's be honest we've all had those writer blocks you can't get out of (looking at you MHA fics, Im like so close to finishing the next chapter for a few of them) and the best way to claw yourself out of that hole is to step away. Don't stress about reaching that deadline. Take a break. Not only go do something else, experience something new, detach yourself from the computer for a while -but in terms of writing, write something different.

Each one of my LMK fics are angsty, but they are different flavors to write. Fire and Sparks is snarky, MK's monologue is funky and peppy to write, Red Son too. Sunbreak is a complex, slow beast with lots of build up and time. God of Shadows is pretty out there and abstract. Reverse is meant to be crack on the level of my MHA fic Missy but it ended up something else for now, and that's fine. I will stuff crack and funsies into that fic at one point, just gotta get the sad bits out lmao... What I'm trying to get to, is that write what you feel like it. Don't force yourself to spit out lines, otherwise you're going to end up feeling sluggish and stuck. Variation! Breaks! Twist and turns! Write what flavor you feel like it in that moment helps a lot at coming up with just the right words you need. This is what works for me, and it might work for you! After all, we write for fun, right? To put onto paper, or screen, what our crazy minds come up with!

Hope this answered your question, have a good day!

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riomsworld · 2 years ago

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Okay, even though no one asked me for my opinion,i want to write down my thoughts on what could happen in season 4 (and maybe 5) of LMK.

I do not try to predict the exact plot or who will be the villan in that arc, I only want to focus on the relationships of the characters in my little rant , so please strap in.

Oh and spoiler warnings for the people who haven't watched the show yet

Even though Monkey king is one of my Favorit characters, (tbh I love them all but if I had to make a tear list, he would be on top) and I could write a whole essay explaining why he acted like he did in season 2&3, defending his actions with every word in it, I have to agree that if we look at his relationships with the rest of the Mk crew , he has some explaining and apologising to do.

I really hope that the writers touch on the subject. Maybe they write in a short bit where he talks to Mei, apologising to her that he really didn't want her to get hurt and that he had planned it differently. (Like the short explanation we got in episode 10 but a little longer)

Like I know that this conversation is not likely to happen because, let's face it, Monkey king is on of the last characters who would actively search the conversation with someone. The talk he had with MK was probably the furthest thing we ever will get for an insight in his emotional state.

But I really hope that maybe while fighting against someone or something. Mai has to trust Monkey king for a maneuver and they have tgat whole "like I trusted you with the samadi fire??!..." conversation.

(Or maybe show how he feels through his actions, show that he truly didn't want this to happen, make him flinche , make him look concerned or other forms of body language)

Speaking of trust.

He has to work on that part to.

Not only does he have to regain the trust of the others (like Pigsy for example) , he has to lean how to trust. On more than just the basic level.

He has to learn that trusting, involving and communicating with others, is a good thing. Maybe MK can teach him something once.

They could show us his change of thinking by showing us that he is much more involved in the gang or something.

For example they have to create a plan and he works together with them developing it.

While we are at it, I really, really want a red son arc where he has to come to terms with the fact , that he thinks of MK, Mei and crew , as friends.

Maybe a whole "I, Red Son, member of the demon bull family, son of the greate DBK, realy want to hang out with you guys and not just when I need your help" moment.

The ending of season 3 implied that Sandy, Pigsy and Tang have some amount of magic.

(I'm referring to that scene where they stand together, supporting MK and they light up with magic)

And Tang was able to use magic not just that one time , but 3 times through out season 3.

When he incounterd Macaque at the light festival

When he did the ritual the activate the samadi fire

At the ending fight with LBD

I really hope they come back to that fact and not just lose it in the plot because when he has the powers of the great monk, he could seal demons away, which we know the greate monk could do. I need to see content on this part.

Bevor I get to the one thing, I would would do anything for to see, I want to point out something else I hope to get mentioned im the following season(s).

We all remember the last quote from LBD , right?

"Know this Monkey, you and I are not so different. We both fight for what we think is right. That pursuit only leads to one thing" "mhm, to destiny, right?" "No.... to pain"

My angst loving heart wants to see MK suffer.

I want to see him struggle fighting for what is right but him having to consider what he may lose , which can cause him pain.

I mean we got a glimpse on that in season 3 but what if we turn it up a nodge?

Or (because I don't know how far the writers can go) he reflects on how much pain he has indured already and he has to decide if all that was or is worth it.

Or something else, I have literally so many scenarios planned out in my head...

Now to the big thing

The thing I would do anything for.

Monkey king and Macaque becoming friends again.

Bevor you say anything, I really don't think that those two characters just hug it out and start beeing 'bff 4 Eva' again, like, no!

I don't know how mutch time they can invest in that story part. As you can see there are so many other important story bits that need to happen plus a new villan arc that has to be introduced. But please, this has to happen!

I really need to see parts of their past together, that shows that those two cared for each other, deaply, but then time passes, Monkey king does his rampage trough heaven , he gets trapped under the five phases mountain and then joins the pilgrimage.

Macaque get's wind of the fact that his old friend has been freed and is now beeing forced to work for some monk.

He wants to help him but with measures that in danger Tripitaka and Monkey king is forced to fight his friend... we all know the ending to that.

(And by the way they need to show us why Monkey king hates Macaque.

I mean it makes sense for Macaque to hate Monkey king, I mean, he killed him , and that's a really good reason to hate someone tbh, but why does Monkey king hate Macaque? I just really need Infos on that...)

And after we get that, they could slowly build their current relationship.

(But it would also work if they would build the story out of order, where we would have to put the real timeline of events together)

Just imagine,

Mk, Monkey king and Macaque have to do somthing together, like a mission or something else.

Mk wanted to go alone

(maybe incorporate the bit that he doesn't want to cause pain for himself or the others, because he constantly gets reminded of LBDs last words)

But Macaque wants to help him, he offers his help, Mk not wanting to be rude says okay, Monkey king does not trust Macaque and wants to talk MK out of it , that he should rather accompany him on the mission.

TLDR: MK , Macaque and Monkey king are now on that mission.

Things happen and the two monkies get seperated from Mk.

Now they are forced to work together. The have to fight Demons together and get back to MK (maybe having to help him ?) All while trying not to rip of each other heads.

The trip concludes with the two no longer hating each other and having formed a truce.

We probely won't get a apology scene, because none of them would ever admit (to the other) that they felt any kind of remorse for what they did. But I would really appreciate seeing on.

Maybe this truce could develop in a form af friendship again , a friendship with boundaries, but a friendship nonetheless.

Idk I really love thinking about this show and it's characters and these are just a few of my thoughts on what could happen or rather what I would want to see.

The LMK crew is really competent in creating a world and ingaging it's viewers. I hope that this show gets greenlide for all the seasons they need to tell their story and I'm excited to see it.

#lmk s2 #lmk season 3 #lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #lmk mk #monkie kid #lmk monkey king #lmk red son #lmk macaque

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its-kall-the-clown · 3 years ago

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Thought but Pigsy and Red both nesting and fighting over who gets Xiaotian in theirs. He's Red's mate but he's Pigsy's son and on and on and on...

No lie. I dropped what I was doing to write this. I burnt the squash I was cooking but that's okay, because I’m full of three glasses of white zyphendale and I wrote this in about an hour so its probably garbage BUT HERE WE GO!!!

He's grown up.

Rated: G

Pigsy remembers he needed to knock on MK's door this time. MK was an adult now and couldn't go barging in without permission. Not that he ever did even when MK was just a teen living with them. He just felt like NOW he had an extra reason to Knock.

That reason comes in the form of a two horned fire demon.

Pigsy's hoof hovers over the door to MK's room, a blanket and pillow under his arm. Ever since they started their journey to the west Pigsy was giving into more and more of his pesky nesting instinct. Every time they had a major fight against the demon of the week MK seemed to get himself hurt or nearly hurt. It didn't help that MK had no powers so it gave Pigsy a mother fucking heart attack every time he went into battle.

So yeah. Pigsy was nesting almost every other night.

But now he was not at all.

And it was all that stupid fire demons fault. Red Son joined them a few weeks into their journey. And only another week later it turns out MK and Red Son started dating.

Day by day and inch by inch Pigsy was losing footing. Red Son taking more and more of what Pigsy thought was his job as MK's dad.

It started with Red Son feeding MK. Tucking granola bars into his pocket, reminding him to hydrate, and even once or twice cooking for them in the form of a romantic date. Pigsy knew what was happening, he was familiar with the instincts of a demon. They wanted to provide, to tend to their mate in all physical and emotional ways.

Pigsy let Red Son feed MK. He didn't dare encroach in another demon's territory, no matter how much it hurt to see MK coo and praise the demon for a new dish and it wasn't directed at him.

Then came the nesting.

That one was a lot harder to process, believe it or not.

Being MK's mate, Red Son had first dibs on nesting behavior. It's just the hierarchy of things.

The first time Pigsy made the mistake of stumbling on them nesting he almost had claws in his face for his sin. MK scolded Red Son for attacking Pigsy but that's because he didn't understand the delicate and intricate workings of demon habits and culture. Pigsy was in the wrong for intruding on a mate's nest. That was a declaration of war in Red Son's eyes, a challenge of territory.

Pigsy backed down immediately….but that didn't mean he didn't snarl back. He didn't give Red Son his blessing YET and so he wasn't ready to give up his right to nest with his son.

It suddenly became a competition between the two. Who could cohear MK into a nest first after a large battle. Sometimes Red Son would win, and he would look at Pigsy with haughty eyes and an exposed fang. And sometimes Pigsy would win with a smug look and an arm over his son's shoulder.

Today he's on the losing side judging by the giggles and muffled cooes from behind the door. Pigsy lowers his hand with a sigh. It was becoming more and more like this. It seems MK preferred Red Son's nest over his. He tries not to let the twinge in his chest get to him as he trudges away back to Tang's and his room in the airship.

When he opens the door Tang looks up from his book, his face morphs into a sympathetic look and he opens the bed covers inviting the demon in. Pigsy crawls in and curls up against his own mate and buries his face into Tang's neck.

"He's all grown up. He doesn't need me anymore." Pigsy states with a sad sigh tightening his grip around Tang's waist. He feels Tang running his hand through the short fur if his head.

"But aren't you proud of the person he became?" Tang asked with a soft coo. Pigsy thinks for a moment. The answer was definitely yes. MK was strong, independent, kind, and courageous. He couldn't ask for a better son.

"I guess…" Pigsy grumbles with a huff. He feels Tang kiss the top of his head, then his forehead, then he tilts the pigman's face upward to claim his lips.

"You know. You could make a nest still for us~" he purrs and Pigsy feels his ears turn a new shade of pink under the attention. That didn't sound so bad.

MK was growing up. But that was okay. As long as the boy knew he loved him that was more than enough.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #MK #Red Son #Pigsy #freenoodle shipping #spices noodles #this idea really has taken off huh XD #not that I'm complaining LOL #I love demon's nesting *sobs*#fic #Kall writes

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skellebonez · 4 years ago

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I'm about to ask something very selfish but in my defense, I love the way you wrote the nightmare prompts for Macaque. So how about we give Swap!Macaque (and/or Mei) some nightmares too?! Maybe with 5 and 37?

Not selfish at all! I love getting prompts from you and filling them every time! This one hit me with a lot of inspiration super fast actually, I loved writing this! It doesn’t seem to mater which Macaque it is, I like making this monkey man suffer through horrific nightmares.

Warning: descriptions of blood and dead bodies in the nightmare, everything is a nightmare until the linebreak, Mac’s thoughts are racing, eye injury, lots of struck through text that may make it hardish to read.

Kidnapping them was the only way I was going to get them here./This is all your fault by the way.

When Macaque arrived the ground of Flower Fruit Mountain was bathed in crimson and smelled of copper and fear.

He didn’t remember arriving, just that he had, and his stomach churned as he realized that among the red there were bodies. How did he miss the bodies? There were too many bodies that didn’t belong, none belonged but they shouldn’t be here they were long dead why were they here now.

Macaque didn’t stop to check the bodies. Didn’t stop to check on Red Son’s parents, hair loose and horns missing. Didn’t stop to check on Mei’s friends, the larger one curled around his smaller companions in a protective way that hadn’t helped why was he why was Tang why that shouldn’t be possible how he couldn’t be here not like this.

There were more bodies, people who he recognized from centuries ago, people that were long gone, people that should not be dead, people he didn’t stop to check on either.

He had to find Mei, Red Son, and MK. That was the only thing he could feel rushing through his mind he had to find his kid the kids. As long as the kids were alright he could... they could...

Suddenly he had made it back to the place Sun Wukong had kept him not so long ago, the place where MK had come to rescue him, the place where he was nearly tricked with a clone wearing Mei’s face it was so cruel Wukong would stoop so low to keep him still he wouldn’t be tricked again no no.

“You’re late,” Wukong’s voice reverberated all around him did the room used to echo like this as he emerged from the shadows, smirking that same smirk he always wore but with a more victorious tilt. “Not that it really matters, I was able to handle the ones who tried to stop me quite easily.”

“Where are they?” Macaque hissed out, low and threatening and growling deep in his throat as Wukong’s smirk only grew more jovial.

“They’re right here, Liu Er,” Wukong said, motioning to a spot that Macaque had somehow not noticed before was that there before he should have seen it.

In the corner of the room laid MK and Red Son, MK curled up on Red’s chest and holding him tight, looking more exhausted and still than Macaque had ever seen them before. They were coated in blood, not their own it seemed, but the bruises were certainly theirs. Had it not been for MK’s nearly imperceptible fearful sleeping shudders and the soft raise and fall of Red’s chest barely moving MK’s head he would have thought them gone as well were they clones they couldn’t be could they Wukong wouldn’t make a second MK right?.

Mei was not with them.

“Kidnapping them was the only way I was going to get them here,” Wukong continued as easily as if he was talking about a nice summer’s day, and he turned and Macaque realized his tail was still hidden in shadow. “Far too cautious after their last encounters with me I suppose. Smart, if I am being generous. But they learned their lesson quickly that they would not be rescued. They seem happy enough, being given the chance to stay together, howev-”

“Where is Mei?” Macaque interrupted with another growl, louder and angrier and still looking behind the other monkey with fear and anticipation rising in him.

“Why, she’s right here of course,” Wukong said, voice dripping in poisonous buttercup sweetness as he pulled his tail out of the shadows and Mei along with it.

She looked... unharmed, appearance almost immaculate even. The fears of her being a clone welled up in Macaque once again but her eyes... full of fear and rage, as she glowered up at the Monkey King and tried pull her arms out from under the tail wrapped around her waist, they were hers. It was Mei. It was Mei it was his kid she was safe she was ok his kid was ok why was she unharmed that didn’t make sense.

“I wanted you to be here for this, Liu Er,” Wukong said the second Macaque let out a breathe of relief, and before he could react he was being held down. More Wukongs, clones that looked nothing like MK, holding his arms and legs and waist and one holding his head up to force him to look what was he supposed to see no don’t make him look he knew was was to come didn’t he he didn’t want to see he should be able to fight this why couldn't he. “I asked you before didn’t I? What if I gave her a scar to match yours?” He flexed his hand, another clone coming up behind Mei to hold her head still as her eyes her eyes widened in fear.

It happened too fast, all at once, but it felt too slow. Wukong brought his claw down swift and sharp and there was red and Mei was screaming.

“There,” Wukong chuckled, gently wiping the blood away from her eye to show Macaque his work. “Now you really match him Sweetie...” He turned to Macaque clearly enjoying the horror that must have been on his face. “This is all your fault by the way.”

Mei continued to scream.

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“NO!” Macaque screamed out, panting heavily as he sat up in bed.

There were no clones. No smell of blood. No dead bodies.

No Sun Wukong.

Macaque laid his head in his hands, breathing still heavy as he tried to calm himself down. Everyone was alive. His friends were alright. Mei’s friends were alright. The dead were not here anymore. MK and Red Son weren’t hurt. Mei was... Mei... was...

He had to take a deeper breathe to calm himself again, knowing it was impossible. If there was no smell of blood then Mei was fine.

But something in the back of his mind screamed at him to check on her anyway, just in case, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaving his room anyway. He hoped that his yelling hadn’t woken anyone else, and from the looks of it they hadn’t. The rest of Fire Cloud Cave was still asleep, his ears picking up on the deep breathing and snores and occasional mumbles of the others.

It didn’t take long for him to reach the place where Mei was staying, shifting into something smaller just in case to sneak by to keep from waking anyone. He didn’t want to wake anyone just because he was worrying over something that couldn’t have happened.

Mei was there. Sleeping soundly even as he transformed back, hair flopped down over her face. Carefully, Macaque let his glamor fall and he rubbed his thumb over the scar that graced his eye. The tissue was angry and rough and nothing else felt like it.

He reached down after a moment to steel himself, rubbing his thumb along Mei’s forehead. Just in case.

Nothing. Just regular smooth skin. No scar tissue. No feeling of magic or glamor to hide it.

She was alright.

She didn’t match him.

Macaque couldn’t suppress the shudders in his shoulders as he felt himself lose the adrenaline that rushed him here, the soft touch of moisture on the edge of his eyes at the relief that he was wrong and overthinking a nightmare.

He couldn’t bring himself to go back to sleep though. He felt... guilty, knowing he hadn’t checked on anyone else in the dream. He watched Mei for a moment before moving on to check MK and Red. Then he would check on the others.

He could sleep once he knew for certain they were all safe, as tired as he was that was more important to him.

He would keep them safe.

#warning: blood #warning: eye injury #i like making macaque go through it #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #gen fic #nightmare fic #six eared macaque #mei #long xiaojiao #monkey king #sun wukong #swap au #prompt fill

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that-guy-sleepy-miles · 3 years ago

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Sideribus Inlustris for Spicynoodles?

Word Count: 2323 ______ “You’re not supposed to be here!” MK whisper-yelled. Red Son was in his window, dressed in only his turtleneck and pants. His coat was gone, and it just… straight-up freaked out MK to see his actual shoulders. “Why are you even here?”

Red Son shushed him and looked outside warily. He jumped into the room and slid the window shut. He ducked down and peeked out the window, before looking to MK. What in the world was this crazy demon doing.

“I ran away.” Red Son whispered.

“You what?!” MK shouted. Red Son quickly shushed him again. “Okay sorry, but what?? Why did you run away?”

Red Son looked back over the windowsill and then rushed over to the bed. He jumped over it and peered over the covers just a bit. Nothing yet. He sighed and pulled himself up onto the bed.

“Mother was being overbearing.” He said, pushing MK over so that he could get a better spot to sit.

“Hey!” MK shoved him lightly. “Anyway- Why the hell is my room your first thought for when you run away from your mom?”

“Your room is such a dump, she’d never touch it!” Red Son stuck his tongue out at MK.

“Hey! I’ll have you know it’s a very nice place to live. I have all my stuff right where I need it!”

“You could achieve the same thing with a cabinet.”

“No, organizing things makes me lose it.” MK flopped back onto the bed and turned his eyes to the ceiling.

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Red Son rolled his eyes and copied MK.

He stared up at the ceiling and the peeling stickers barely hanging onto it. They looked old and had a faint glow to them, the kind that looks like it was once brilliant but had faded with age. He looked at them for a few more seconds before MK noticed what was going on.

“Oh! I guess you’ve never seen those before- Those are my Super Stars!” MK leaned down and pulled a few fallen ones out from under his bed. “Pigsy got them for me. He didn’t really have any experience with raising kids, much less with teenagers, so he ended up getting me a bunch of little kid stuff.”

He turned the stars over in his hands fondly, taking in their faint glow. “He thought I wouldn’t like ‘em, but I ended up putting them up and keeping them there. They help me sleep at night.”

“They seem dumb.” He said blankly, peering over MK’s shoulder at the yellowed stickers. MK turned around and flicked him right on the forehead dot. “Hey! Don’t touch that, it’s a symbol of m-”

“Your powers, your important family, your important lineage- Blah blah blah.” MK rolled his eyes and tossed a star at Red Son’s face. “I will listen to you talk about your ‘amazing family’ if you don’t insult my actually important Glow Stars.”

“I thought they were Super Stars.” Red Son rubbed his forehead.

“Same thing.” MK sighed. “Anyway! They’re really important to me, and better than the real stars anyway.”

Red Son snorted, “No they’re not! Have you ever even seen real stars, Noodle Boy?”

“Yeah! And they’re boring and you can barely see them!” MK huffed. “Go on, look outside if you wanna be such an asshole.”

“I will go look outside at the beautiful stars, thank you very mu-” Red Son stopped talking when he got to the window and saw only but two or three stars. The North Star, Betelgeuse, and another one- no that was a plane. “What the- Noodle Boy! Why didn’t anyone tell me the stars here were subpar?!”

“They’ve been like that my whole life.” MK chuffed, reaching down beside his bed to find a- Chocolate bar! Score!! “It’s kinda boring looking at the same ones all your life.”

Red Son looked up at the pitiful excuse for the night’s sky again. God, imagine growing up with those! He thought of the Flaming Mountains, the beautiful nights he’d spent with Mother and Father there… MK didn’t have a Mother and Father, and no night sky to sit under with them!

“How come you don’t know what the stars look like anyway?” MK bit into his chocolate bar, “You’ve been here for like, a while right? Long enough to know the city layout and find the staff.”

“I spend my nights creating machines to CRUSH YOU! I don’t have time for your city’s measly stars.”

“But you have time to run away from your mom and break into my house?”

“That is different!” He rolled his eyes and walked back to the bed. He plopped down next to MK and groaned. “This place SUCKS! Has anyone ever told you that? Told you how much this place sucks?”

“I think my room is nice!”

“No, not your room Noodle Boy! I mean the city. It’s stuffy and crowded and the air gives me headaches- and then I find out there aren’t even stars!” Red Son groaned, covering his face with his hands. “There is nothing good here!”

“I’m here.” MK tried, “That has to be something, right?”

“Though I enjoy fighting you, Noodle Boy, you don’t make up for your city’s many, many faults.” Red Son huffed, looking up at the Glow Stars. “Back at home Mother and I used to watch the stars every night. She would make sure it was nice and cool with her fan, because I overheat easily, and we’d just sit and watch the sky move…”

He counted the stars on the ceiling and sighed. He missed the flaming mountains, their beautiful jutting rocks that he used to climb to the top of, the wonderful villages with the tasty food they’d give to him for free, the statue to his dad they erected…

And now he was in this stupid, shitty city. You could barely find any dirt in this place, to begin with, and none of it was wonderful sandy red. None of it kicked up when you ran or stained your clothes so Mother would get mad at you and you could spend the day cleaning your clothes. Red Son liked hand cleaning clothes, getting his hands into whatever he was working on.

“I hate washing machines.” Red Son blurted after a minute or so of getting lost in the Glow Stars.

“Well, random, but… me too.”

“You hate everything that has to do with cleaning, clearly.” Red Son rolled his eyes. He sat up and pulled his hair out of his ponytail. He shook it out and it flowed down his shoulders and shifted color every second or so like a fresh flame. “Come on, I’m gonna show you some real stars.”

“Huh-? What do you me-” MK was cut off as they were surrounded in roaring flames. He screamed as he felt the bed underneath him leave and the world shift. He was weightless for a moment before fell on his ass into the dust of the Flaming Mountains. He yelped as he roughly hit the ground. “What the hell, man?!”

Red Son was standing and gently dusted his clothes off. He pointed to the sky snd looked up. “Stars.”

MK rolled his eyes and looked to the stars. They weren’t doing to be all the impressive, they were just balls of gas- Oh wow…. MK’s eyes go wide as he looks up at the night sky. There were so many colors.

The purple, blue, and spotted yellow of a nebula that split the sky, the red that washed itself over the horizon, the black that faded in and out between nebulae, and the light blues of thousands of stars. He could barely take it all in.

Red Son took a seat next to him, resting his head on his knees. He looked up to the stars, then back to MK’s amazed face. He chuckled as MK started to point to a few like a little kid.

“Oh! What’s that one?”

“Those are the Azure Dragon of the East. That one’s Jué. There’s Kàng, Dī, Fáng, Xīn, Wěi, and Jī.” Red Son pointed to the stars as he named them. “Over there’s the Black Tortoise of the North, the White Tiger of the West, and the Vermilion Bird of the South.”

“Woah…” MK was amazed, shocked by just how beautiful the stars were when you can see them. “They’re beautiful.”

Red Son looked at MK, his voice quiet. “Yeah. They sure are.”

“Do you have a favorite? I like the bright one right there!”

“That’s Běijíxīng, The North Star.” Red Son hummed. “My favorite is Dǒu Xiù…”

“The Dipper is a good one, yeah! I’ve heard of all of these, but I’ve never seen them before.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, MK taking in the stars and Red Son staring at MK in the light of the moon. The wind picked up, keeping them cool in the hot air of the Flaming Mountains. Red Son scooted closer to MK, placing his hand right next to the other boy’s. He almost placed it on top MK’s when-

Fwoosh!

There stood his mother, arms crossed and face set. MK jumped and hid behind Red Son, peering over his shoulder at the angry princess.

“Red Son!” She leveled him with a glare. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“I- I-” Red Son looked around. “I am having a- a civil discussion with the Noodle Boy.”

“A civil discussion about stars? One that includes bedroom eyes?” She raised an eyebrow and MK sputtered.

“Yes?” Red Son tried.

Princess Iron Fan rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him up. “Come on! We’re going home. You almost scared me and your father half to death! You know how he gets when he doesn’t know where you are!”

“W-wait for me!” MK rushed to his feet and trailed after them as Princess Iron Fan dragged Red Son down the mountain.

“Running away and with the Noodle Boy no less?” She gave both of them a withering glare. “I’m disappointed in you!”

“Sorry, Mother…” Red Son rubbed his arm, looking down at the reddish sand under his feet. Princess Iron Fan sighed and stopped dragging him.

“It’s alright, just… let’s go home now. Your father is worried sick.”

“Really?”

“Yes of course! You disappeared in the middle of the night and we couldn’t find you until you stepped foot into my territory!” She hit him lightly on the head and started down the mountain again.

MK had to jog just to keep up with her walking pace. “Why are we heading down the mountain, Mrs. Princess Iron Fan Ma’am?”

“It’s too windy up there.” She hummed. “I could end up in the wrong spot.”

MK pulled his notebook out of nowhere and wrote that down. Red Son looked over to him and rolled his eyes.

“Mother, the Noodle Boy is collecting intelligence in order to defeat us in ba-”

“I’m still mad at you.” She cut him off.

She stopped suddenly and MK bumped into Red Son. He got a growl for his troubles and flicked Red Son again. Red Son’s hair sparked and he was just about to start yelling when his mother picked him up and wrapped them in wind.

MK landed face-first onto the fire escape, “Ow! Shit!”

“Language.” Princess Iron Fan said calmly, setting Red Son down.

“Mother! I can stand!” Red Son griped. “I’m not new to teleportation!”

“Well, I am!” MK forced himself up and leaned against the wall. “Give a guy a warning!”

“No.” She smiled.

MK groaned and slid into his room. He stretched out and then waved as Red Son and Princess Iron Fan were obscured by her winds.

“Hey, Noodle Boy!” Red Son called over the roar of the winds. “Now that you’ve seen the real thing, are your dumb ceiling stars still ‘better than the real stars’?”

“Yeah!” MK called back. “They’re still better!”

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The fight had been difficult. They always were, the Noodle Boy was getting craftier and craftier with his fighting moves, and was impossible to get a hold on. Damn kid was slippery.

Red Son pulled himself up off of the ground and cracked his back. He was supposed to say something about how he’d be back for more, how he’d kill the Noodle Boy and help his parents conquer the world! But right now he just wanted to go home.

He raised his hand to start some magic, but stopped when the Noodle Boy called out, “Hey wait! I got something for you!”

“I don’t want whatever terrible peasant thing you have for me!” Red Son looked behind him anyway.

MK was digging into all his pockets like a mad man or someone who’d lost his car keys at the grocery store. Red Son rolled his eyes as MK reached into his left jacket pocket and pulled out- a packet of ceiling stars?

He presented them to Red Son with a smile that shone like the sun. Red Son swiped them from him and examined them with a scrutinous eye. He looked to MK then back to the packet a few times.

“What kind of joke is this?” He snarled, his hair sparking.

“It’s not a joke!” MK shook his head and sighed. “I thought you’d like them! You missed home, and you can’t be sneaking out every night, so I thought they’d help!”

Red Son raised an eyebrow and looked down at the packet. He shifted on his feet a few times before blushing a bit.

“T-thank you…” He said quietly, before disappearing into his flames.

“Anytim- Oh, he’s gone.”

When Red Son remembered the packet he’d slid in his pocket, he looked at it for a moment before putting them up onto his ceiling. He arranged them into the constellations he saw at home and then flopped back onto his bed.

“Beautiful…” He said.

#sav write #writing #spicynoodles #monkie kid #monkie kid shipping #lmk monkey king #lmk shipping #red son lmk #monkie kid red son #red son #MK #lmk MK #Monkie kid MK #sav request #ceiling stars #long post #writingamongther0ses

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rain-bow-donkey · 3 years ago

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Red Son Appreciation Week: Reverse Au/Insert Ship

Spicynoodles

If Red Son was around for Season 2.

Summary:

Red Son intervenes. And he isn’t good at being clear with his feelings.

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The Noodle Boy seems to be looking a little down lately.

Not that Red Son cares. Of course not. Why would he? Worrying about your mortal enemies well-being was preposterous. Ludicrous even. Why, the thought of it made him laugh.

That’s what Red Son told himself anyways.

The demonic prince just couldn’t stop himself from worrying for the mortal. The little pest wasn’t giving it his all when they fought anymore. It was an insult. The Monkey King’s successor might as well spit on him with the level of disrespect he was showing Red Son.

And that look in his eyes. Red Son didn’t like seeing the mortal look so, so . . . sad. Something was wrong, but what?

Not knowing irked Red Son to no end.

So the next time they fought, Red Son cornered him.

An alleyway wasn’t the cleanest of places, but it will do. As long as the Noodle Boy can’t easily escape him. And with Red Son pinning the mortal to the side of a building like he was, the prince is sure the other can’t leave him.

Now to do what he came here for.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Red Son sounded more angry than concerned. Basically yelling at the other in his face. “Why are you holding back on me when we fight, Noodle Boy?! You’re insulting me as your rival and I won’t have it!”

“Uhhh . . .“ MK, for his part, was soundly confused by the others interrogation. And was currently doing his best to press himself against the wall to get as much space away from the angry prince as possible. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about there bud. I think your just seeing thing, maybe?” MK scratched the back of his head nervously.

“Oh, don’t give me that. Something is preventing you from fighting at your best and I’m sick of it!” Red Son wasn’t letting up. He was determined to get to the bottom of this if it was the last thing he’d do. “What is it that’s holding you back?!”

MK stopped scratching his head and took on a more defensive stance. “Nothings holding me back. I’m fine.”

“Stop lying to me.”

“I already told you, nothings wrong!”

“Liar!”

“I’m not lying!”

“Yes you are!” Red Son was losing his patience. He can feel his hair slowly starting to go aflame. Why did the mortal have to make this so difficult?

“Back off!” MK pulled out the staff from behind his ear and slammed one of its end into the ground between them. Pushing Red Son away from him with its shear force and slamming the prince into the opposite building.

The said prince had the air knocked out of him as his back hit the buildings surface. He didn’t feel anything break, thankfully. But the blow threw him off. Red Son look wide eyed at MK. Silently waiting for his next move.

MK looked mad. No, mad wasn’t the right word to use here. But MK was definitely upset. The human glared at Red Son. “Why do you care anyways if something is bothering me? I thought you were part of the bad guys?”

Ok, MK had a point there. Why did Red Son care about the other boys mental state? If anything the Noodle Boy being so distraught is a good thing. He would be easier to beat in a fight now and his parents could finally succeed in their plans to rule the world!

But seeing the other boy in such a state as this just felt . . . off. It didn’t set well with Red Son. And the demonic prince didn’t know why.

That’s a lie. Red Son knows why. He just wasn’t ready to admit it. Not even to himself about how he really feel about his nemesis.

“I am ‘part of the bad guys.’ As you do put it.” Red pushed himself off the wall and stood with his hands behind his back. Trying to regain some composure. “And as a bad guy, I have standards on how my arch rival should behave. And you moping around isn’t going to cut it hero.”

MK seemed to be considering his words. He looked less angry at least. “Fine. Yeah, your right something is bothering me.” Good. The Noodle Boy finally admits it. “But it’s still none of your business. So let it go already.”

Well, that was disappointing. And Red Son will never admit that something in his chests hurt at the others dismissive tone. But he’ll accept nonetheless. “Fine. Don’t tell me. But at least tell your friends what wrong with you. Maybe they can help.” Red Son did his best to seem nonchalant about this whole situation. But the demonic prince really wanted the mortal to confide in someone if not him. “”Don’t hero’s usually sprout some nonsense about the power of friendship and how friendship can concur all?”

Laughing softly, MK at least started to look better. “Yeah. I’ll give that a shot.” He considered Red Son for a moment. Giving the other an odd look that made prince face heat up, just a bit. “And thanks, I guess. For caring.”

Sputtering, Red Son’s face turned redder. “Caring?” He laughed nervously, “No, no, no. Don’t get the wrong idea here, Noodle Boy. This was just so I can beat you when your at your best! There’s no sense of victory in beating a horse when it’s down after all.”

“Oh, alright then.” MK would take Red Sons word for it. Even though the hero didn’t really believe him. “Well, thanks the advice anyways. I’ll look into it.” And with that, MK used the staff to launch himself into the air. Leaving Red Son behind.

The prince watched as MK disappeared in the distance. When the mortal was out of sight the demon sighed.

No, he wasn’t ready to confront his true feeling about the Noodle Boy just yet. But that can wait. He has all the time in the world to sort those out. Until then, he’ll help the hero in any way he can.

#redsonweek2021 #Red Son #red son lmk #lego monkie kid mk #mk lmk #spicynoodleshipping #Spicynoodles #my writing #the donkey writes #First time writing for this ship #It was fun!#did I write Red Son as a tsundere? Yes I did #lego monkie kid #monkie kid

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