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yen-doodles · 2 years

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Wrote another part for the "karaoke dream" fic thing, you can read all the parts together under the title "A Night Out That Felt Like A Dream.." on AO3 if you're interested.

As always this references @animemoonprincess 's Giggle Glow au but for this one I also added Peace-of-arts on yt fillet au since I thought it fit the vibe I wanted for the fic.

TW/CW: contains mentions and imagery of character death and blood, as well but of self destructive talk

Word count: 5832

Dreaming For Hope

Sun Wukong felt the breeze rush by him as he quickly dashed forward, his laughter being carried with the wind as his glowed a bright yellow almost white. The fabric of his clothes bellowing like sails on a ship in the warm air.

Why is he running? The baby monkeys of course.

They usually are well behaved, finding some entertainment around the mountain to occupy themselves or occasionally cling to him. Today, however, they had decided to be mischievous little things.

Wukong had been sifting through old documents, they had been living in a forgotten desk for a few hundred years and he'd only now gotten around to organizing them all. They were dull, to put it kindly, being reports mainly. Nothing that mattered now seeing as it's been years, the king was pretty sure he started having people report to him in person rather than by letter soon after these were sent.

He had welcomed the change of pace when the baby monkeys had come into his study, becoming bored with documents rather quickly and was honestly looking for a distraction. What he didn't welcome so much was prank they pulled on him.

They essentially dumped a mix of berries, mud and leaves on him. The gunk staining his fur and clothes. Luckily though none of the papers getting splattered, they were dreadfully dull but we're important records to keep even so.

The infants had scattered away soon after the prank was played. Snickering to themselves as they hastily left to hide.

Wukong had picked up part of what had fallen on his head, looked down at the document then smirking before taking off and running after them. The documents had waited for his attention for a few hundreds years, they could spare to wait a little longer he figured.

The sage could easily catch them, being able to teleport and fly, but there wasn't much fun in that. The game would be over too soon. So he purposely slowed his pace, allowing them a chance to feel victorious.

When they had made it to the entrance of the temple, he leaped forward and picked them up into his arms. "You really got me guys!" Wukong commented, ruffling one the infants' fur playfully as they chirped at him happily.

He froze when he heard someone clear their throat, halting his movements suddenly.

"I guess I'm interrupting" to that the stone monkey's head snapped up, and he felt his face burned. 'Of course he chose when I have mud in my fur to visit' he cursed bitterly in his head, just his luck.

The king allowed the infants to jump out of his arms, them having sense the tense between the two and deciding to scampering off to another part of the mountain instead of staying. Leaving the two demon monkeys alone. "Macaque hi- this is a surprise!" He squeaked out.

"Your appearance makes that pretty telling" Macaque chuckled, glowing a bright silver, pointing amusingly at the state of the Great Sage's fur.

Wukong grumbled, embarrassment evident in his face. "The baby monkeys played a trick on me, that's why uh- I'm like this" gesturing towards himself.

The shadow weaver smirked and he felt his chest flutter a bit, a feeling he was growing used to again. "Then remind me to give them a high five the next time I see them for their job well done" the other teased, voice full of mischief.

"Must my suffering always be something you enjoy?" Wukong said through a groan which only caused the darker of two to laugh more, glowing brighter. The stone monkey secretly relishing in old friend displaying his enjoyment so freely, even if was at the cost of his own current displeasure.

Macaque laughter settled and so too the glow of his face, causing the king to frown slightly from lack of it, a soft smile being placed on his tanned face. It remained there briefly, only for a short while before he realized and replaced it with a more wicked looking one. Putting on the expected sly demeanor everyone had grown accustomed to seeing from the demon. "Who am I if not the person who finds content in your pain hm?" Putting on a voice of saccharin innocence.

Wukong forced his mouth to shut, words sitting near his lips that he wouldn't allow himself the chance to say. Sappy ones he was sure wouldn't come out right, heavy words he didn't feel justified saying maybe ever.

"Why did you visit Macaque?" He decided on saying instead, the previous ones burning the back of his throat like they were smoke clogging his lungs.

The demon monkey bravo seemed to falter a bit "y'know just wanted to annoy you a bit, what I usually come to see you for.." hiding more in the red fabric of his scarf with every word that left him. The sage hummed, sensing their was more to it.

He shrugged, turning around and walking back into the temple "whatever you say." Calling out "you can come in y'know" when Macaque hadn't instantly followed him inside.

Wukong lend him to the kitchen, gesturing for him to sit at the small table he had it the room. It was hardly use except for certain instances when his successor came into the temple.

He took off his head piece, sitting it on the counter, his cape and chest armor coming off soon after. With those out of the way, he began to wash the gunk out of his fur in the sink.

Normally, when he wasn't clean, he would shower or go to a river to wash it off but the shadow weaver had unexpectedly visited and he didn't feel comfortable leaving him alone. For now anyway. Though the other monkey had redeemed himself slightly, and he was sure there wasn't anything in his place that would be of interest to him, it didn't feel right to leave him just yet. Chalk it up to paranoia.

"If you're here to annoy me, you're doing a pretty lackluster job at it" he jabbed as he felt the cool water rush over his head, washing the dirt into the sink.

He watched the muck swirl into the drain before scrubbing to get whatever didn't already wash out. He didn't worry about whether the other could hear him over the faucet, he knew well that he very much could.

The king both hoped and feared that Macaque would read into the hidden meaning he had put into those sentence, the secret words he had been putting behind the ones he said when he talked to the other demon for last while. That the reason he wasn't annoyed was because he had been looking forward to this visit, it just had to have happened when the auburn monkey had just been tricked.

Because, truthfully, he was happy that the shadow monkey had shown up. He had been patiently, well more so impatiently, for him to arrive at the mountain. Wukong nearly flying over to the other's dojo multiple times before promptly reminding himself and heading back, sometimes being right outside Macaque's place and having to use his limited impulse control to not go inside.

It was why he had thrown himself into organizing his belongings, why he had been looking through those documents not even thirty minutes ago. He was trying to distract himself, and failing miserably.

When he wasn't waiting for the shadow weaver's arrival, he was attempting to think about what he'll say. Trying to encompass everything he needed, wanted to say to his old friend in a way that couldn't be misconstrued. Buddha knows they have a lot of misunderstandings between them already.

This was a hard task to accomplish when he wasn't even sure what Macaque was going to say. If what Wukong was going to say would contradict what the other was saying without the intention to, then they would be back at square one in a flash.

Xiaotian had been helpful to remind him that it's important that they both get what they want to say off their chest. Even if you believe something one of you says is incorrect, you should still allow the person the floor to talk until they're done and then you can address how you feel about it when it's your turn to talk. "And if you feel you're losing patience with him," his kid had started to say once when they were taking a break from training "take a breather, this is important and you can mess it up if you don't have the patience to listen clearly."

Xiaotian was young, but he knew how to give advice when it's needed. Something the sage felt a twinge of guilt about. That he, a person with a thousands of years worth of life time, needs a person that's not even middle age to give him advice on how to do something. A bit shameful really..

"That's because I haven't been trying to annoy you yet" Macaque had jabbed back, holding a cheshire cat like smirk on his face that he saw through his peripheral. Even with his eyes not on him, he put on this act. The overly confident, always scheming villian act he did.

And that was part of the shadow monkey, he usually had something up his sleeve. But this.. this act was a caricature of the true Macaque, the one that could be gentle and kind as well as cunning. He wondered if he acted this way when he was alone too, incase someone out there was watching him..

'Do you ever allow yourself to breathe?' Wukong thought, but really he wasn't one to be able to criticize the other's stage act. Since he too acted like how he was expected to be; the hero that couldn't make mistakes, ever.

"Really now? And how come you haven't started?" He asked playfully, lifting his head out of the sink. Small droplets of water dripping from his still soaked fur.

He noticed Macaque's face flush for a split second before the shadow weaver had glamoured it away, and Wukong swore he saw the other's eyes flick up towards his wet fur before looking away quickly.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say the Great Sage is wanting me to annoy him" the darker monkey prompt up a hand as he allowed his head to be supported by it. "Is the king happy to see me?" He said in a false sweet voice, fluttering his lashes to complete the picture, causing the king to scoff. A smile threatening to make it's way on the stone monkey's face.

He preferred when they were like this, playful, joking. No fighting, their words without the usual venom flowing through them. These moments were rare, but seemed to becoming more common.

It has been months since they had defeated the Lady Bone Demon. At first, Macaque and Sun Wukong could barely stay in the same room without one of them picking a fight with one another. They had their moments still, but it's getting better.

"Yeah, you're such a delight" he remarked sarcastically, taking a seat next to the shadow monkey. Mango, a nickname he used to call the other, had almost slipped out then. It seemed foreign to his lips now, the now ancient nickname, as though it was a word it didn't recognize any longer. If he were to say it, a different voice would come out instead of his own.

Macaque chuckled, glowing but not as bright as before which hurt to see, "I know I am" he commented.

They sat silently . Wukong fiddling with his fingers as they were placed on the table, Macaque doing the same but with his scarf.

"Why are you here?" He asked, his voice gentle "because I don't believe it was to annoy me like you had said it was."

The sage saw the shadow weaver's throat bob as he had gulped nervously, refusing to meet the gold eyes that bore into him.

"Macaque-"

"You forgot a leaf in your fur when you washed the stuff out, I'll get it" his old friend had interrupted, ignoring the question completely, quickly standing and reaching the supposed leaf he hadn't gotten. Sticking in a the fur around his temple.

Truthfully Wukong hadn't felt a thing, so for all he knew it could've been a cheap way to avoid answering.

The shadow demon's fingers lightly graze his scalp as he plucked the the leaf and held it between his finger. Wukong felt as though lightening had struck through him from the small touch. He had forgotten how gentle the other could be if he wanted to. "You always were so messy Wukong" Macaque had intented it to be a jab but it didn't hold the poison it needed to be one, even to be playful, his voice sounding shaky and nervous instead.

As he had tried to pull his hand away, leaf still gripped between two fingers, Wukong grasped his wrist. His hold was soft, enough to get the monkey's attention but not anything that could hurt.

"Macaque" the ash monkey's ears twitched as he called his name weakly but didn't make a move to look at the sage. If anything, the other monkey was purposely avoiding it.

"Please."

He sighed. "MK told me you wanted to talk a while ago during training, the day after he had checked up on you.." Wukong let go of the other's wrist, missing the touch as the darker of the two took his seat again.

"I want to talk too.. I don't want to just get whatever's on my chest off it, I want you to do that as well, I want us to get closure" he said earnestly "that's if you want to talk about it today.. no pressure obviously!"

He chuckled in an attempt to ease some of the tension that was building up inside, glowing orange.

"I did come over to talk, I still want to talk I just.. didn't think it would be this hard to"

The stone monkey nodded. "I didn't think it would be this hard either.." he sighed, scratching at some fur on his cheek "I mean we've had all this pent up for centuries, it's like I have all this stuff I wanna say.. but everytime I try it comes out wrong or I can't say any of it."

"I know what you mean.. we can at least be glad we've lived long enough to talk about it right? Imagine if we weren't immortal, we've had been two grouchy ol' guys that died without any reconciliation" Macaque joked causing the other to laugh.

After his laughter settled, Wukong allowed his body to relax in his seat. "How bout this," he began "since you're the guest, you can go first and I'll try to not talk until it's my turn sound good?"

"Wow Wukong letting someone else go? How selfless of you," "yeah yeah just go" the other smirked but didn't add anything else.

"You'd left me.. at the mountain without knowing where you were then the next time I see you, you were on some journey with people I didn't recognize and were allowing them to hurt you. I was so confused and frustrated and hurt! I couldn't understand you ever choosing to go with them willingly so I blame them for you not coming back. That they had some how brain washed you.." he eventually said, chewing on his scarf after he finished.

"You had left me first, under that mountain, for five hundred years" Wukong said when the other hadn't continued, his eyes gazed up and met gold. The shadow monkey had grimaced a tad at his statement, thick eyebrows knitting together and tired eyes glared at the table before softening. Looking sad instead of angry. He nodded to allow the sage to continue.

"I believed you forgot about me, so it seemed perfectly reasonable at the time to go with the people that had freed me from that stupid rock. But them hurting me... After a few years I started to think I deserved it. they made me feel like a tool, I was practically just a tool to them anyway, 'Wukong get that demon!' 'Wukong get me something to eat'" the stone monkey paused, harbouring a shaky breath as he pushed back tears "but then you made it worse when you came to 'save me.'"

"You made them lose all trust in me from your little shadow act.. I became even more of a monster to them..." The warrior forced his lips together, laying both hands on the table to wordlessly convey obedience. Wukong stood up suddenly, a hand shakily covering his mouth as he paced around the room. Macaque stayed put.

The king gave a watery laugh, his gold eyes filled with unshed tears, he turned to the other monkey; causing him to sit up straighter. "You wanna know the sick part? After everything- all the protecting, the fighting and everything I gave to that journey?" He asked, gaze never staying in one spot.

Sun Wukong felt barely sane, why was he suddenly so emotional? He hadn't cried since he found out his brothers had died.

Macaque was also in this discussion and he wasn't tearing up, he was always more emotional than him so then why..was he crying?

Wukong felt so weak, so cold, so breakable. He couldn't look in the other's eyes, he knew if he did then he would be crying for real..

He choked down a sob. The auburn monkey lifted a hand to his head and pulled harshly at a golden string of magic that was part of the glamours he wore everyday. He pulled at another, and another until the glamours around his head were gone. Revealing the gold fillet Qian Yin had given Tripitaka to put on him. To teach him self control.

Macaque stumbled out of his sit, walking slowly over as his eyes began to feel wet. "They never..." He remarked quietly, grasping at the sage's sleeves. Sun Wukong lowered his head, that was all the answers the shadow weaver needed.

"After everything I did.. all the times I saved them from harm.. treated them as nice as I could, follow their rules... They still saw the need to have a collar on me" the hero sobbed, tugging his old friend closer. The king cried violently into the darker monkey's shoulder, the two dropping to the kitchen floor as their legs could no longer hold them up.

Macaque rubbed circles into his back, holding in his own sobs. He had been the victim between them enough, the shadow weaver had figured, it had been high time the Great Sage was allowed to be vulnerable.

"The celestial realm had kept me from visiting, or freeing you, I suppose any monkeys they thought were affiliated with you couldn't be trusted" he said quietly after Wukong had eventually calmed down enough, letting the stone monkey rest his head on his shoulder "I was too cowardly to try and sneak by.. they may have stuck me under a mountain too if I'd tried, and I wasn't exactly immortal at that point so if I was under one I'd be dead within a few days."

He sighed, glaring down at the tiles on the floor "I don't know why I thought disguising myself as you would work, then attacking them as you- gods I'm stupid!" Macaque smacked his forehead angrily. Wukong pouted at the action but let the other continue.

"I should've just talked to the monk and see if I could get you out of the journey or join myself so you'd at least have someone on your side during them treating you so poorly" the shadow monkey removed his hand as he hid in the sage's fur "I really did deserve to get killed.." he mumbled quietly.

Sun Wukong hit his arm causing Macaque to yelp. "Don't ever say that!" The king demanded, eyes narrowing.

"Wukong I've clearly done more to you than you have to me, abandoned you under a mountain practically, I impersonated you, tried to kill your friends and that's not even counting the crap I did after being revived! You were obviously in the right to kill-"

"No-!" His hand covered Macaque's lips, the other sitting startled. Slowly he removed it, intertwining their fingers. Wukong heartbeat felt it was booming in his chest.

"Sure.. you did shit, I'm not going to refute that, but don't tell me it give me the right to kill my best friend!" His gold eyes looked pained as he shouted, looking close to crying once more.

"I was called a monster because of what you did but it hurt even more than usual since I felt like one from what I had done to you.."

"Wukong.." the shadow weaver whispered, grabbing hold of the stone monkey's other hand.

"I can't lose you again" he rest their foreheads against one another, his voice break as the sage attempted to hold down sobs so he could speak. "I can't.." he sputtered through tears.

"You won't, I promise.."

The two monkeys laid bundled together in Wukong's room, cuddled close.Their heads resting gently against one another, the other's form the only keeping them upright. Tails wrapped together much like that fated night.

They had moved some time ago, the shadow weaver complaining about being stiff on the tiled floor. And they had gotten to the room, Wukong had made quick of tossing Macaque onto the bed before joining himself. The shadow demon had scoffed after he had righted himself but moved closer nonetheless.

The king exhaled softly, letting his eyes close. Content.

"Macaque" he said quietly, opening his eyes ever so slightly to gaze upward to the other, giving the other's arm a slight nudge. The darker monkey hummed in acknowledgement, half dozing off from the sage's warmth, glancing to the side at the auburn one sat next to him.

"Do you think you could sing for me?" He asked, voice just as quiet. Face slightly heated up as the shadow weaver stared at him; confused.

"I could. But why would you want that exactly?"

Sun Wukong shrugged. "Just wanna hear you sing mainly I guess, you used to sing quite a bit when we were younger, when I heard you sing that night at karaoke.... It made me realize how much I missed your singing" he answered. "Your voice is.. pretty" He added but restrained himself from saying and so are you, the sage didn't feel like testing the waters with that. He was already asking a lot to hear him sing again.

Macaque glanced away, seeming to be pondering the request. Leaning away a bit from the other, making Wukong frown slightly.

"I suppose I can sing something for you" the shadow demon eventually said, causing the golden monkey's ears to perk up.

"I can't think of any cheery tunes though.." the other had warned with a sigh. The king smiled "that's fine, sing me whatever song you can think of!"

Macaque nodded, pausing to think again. Sitting more upright as to not have his voice be stifled from slouching.

"Okay I got one."

Sun Wukong waited patiently, getting comfy as the shadow monkey cleared his throat. "Now it’s just my luck to have the watch, with nothing left to do" his voice became gentle, reminding Wukong of the friend he had known so well centuries ago.

His old friend's face was soft, eyes half lidded and curtained by long dark lashes. His gold eyes, a lighter shade than his own, locked onto the blanket below them. "But watch the deadly waters glide as we roll north to the ‘Soo’," the shadow sung "and wonder when they’ll turn again and pitch us to the rail"

From the first lines, the stone monkey wasn't able to place the song. It was western for sure but not the usual songs he'd hear from there, he couldn't of imagine Macaque knowing a song like this.

"And whirl off one more youngster in the gale." He rested his head against the other's shoulder, closing his eyes. It felt odd to keep staring at the shadow weaver, though he wasn't complaining about the view he was being given... But figured he might get questioned if the sage were to continue. Staring intently at the person you just reconciled with doesn't give the most compelling show of politeness or lack of ill feelings towards the person, kinda gives the impression you're might want to fight. Probably doesn't help ease the mind when you know that said person staring at you has laser eyes..

"The kid was so damned eager. It was all so big and new" Wukong smiled fondly, eyes still shut, memories of two spry monkeys coming to mind. One black, one brown.

His fur used to be darker when he was younger, it had turned more golden as he had gained new powers and immortality. As though it were bleeding into every aspect of him, becoming one. He almost wished it had done the same for his eyes, instead of him having to glamour them to be gold.

They had originally been a brown colour, much like his fur but darker, boring though presentable. Until heaven had stuck him in the brazier and the smoke turned his eyes red. The king hadn't minded them much at first, didn't really think about it much with being shoved under a mountain, it had only started to become aware to him during the journey. People pointing out how monstrous they looked made them into an insecurity, and it became tenfold once he was turning into a household name. Glamours to hide the hideous colour and glowing in the dark factor soon followed.

"You never had to tell him twice, or find him work to do."

Wukong could remember the first time Macaque had saw him with the red eyes, he had been so nervous but the shadow monkey had embraced him as though it hadn't even been something to think about.

He was Sun Wukong, his Sun Wukong, and that all that mattered to the darker monkey. To have his Sun once more.

But then, in seemingly a blink, he had to leave the mountain to join the journey again. And the next time Macaque saw him... It looked as though that veil of love and admiration had been ripped to shreds in front of his eyes. That he had become the red-eyed monster everyone else saw and he was meant to be the exception from. Like the red-eyed monster had taken away his Sun, because in some truth, it had.

Wukong sighed softly, trying to keep in near silent to not interrupt Mac's singing. "And evenings on the mess deck he was always first to sing" the stone monkey thought it a shame, earnestly, that more hadn't heard the shadow weaver sing. He was certain if the monkey had truely wanted to be singer he very well could've been one, he most definitely had the stage presence. But if he was being fully truthful, though a shame more couldn't hear it, he found himself special because of this. To be of the few to hear the demon's singing—until recently he had been the only one—and selfishly he wanted to keep it that way.

Be the only audience to the Moon's symphony.

"And show us pictures of the girl he’d wed in spring" the king blushed at that, thankfully the warrior was too forced on remembering the lyrics to notice.

He recalled once that him and Baije had been chatting one day during the journey, to pass the time between monk kidnappings. It had been relatively boring stuff, things they heard from neighboring villages mainly, until his brother had brought up something that surprised him. The pig demon had asked a question about whether someone waiting back home for him and he remembered misunderstanding what the other meant.

Wukong had thought he was speaking generally, just anyone at all waiting for him to return (friends, family, and subjects). So he went on to talk about Macaque, how much he missed the shadow monkey and how he couldn't wait to see him again. It turns Bajie had meant someone in the romantic sense...

The other ended up teasing him about it for the next day or so, and not only because of the mix up. He was just relieved that hadn't been included in the Journey to the West book.

"But I told that kid a hundred times 'don’t take the Lakes for granted.

They go from calm to a hundred knots so fast they seem enchanted.'"

He felt something touch his hand, before the something joined their hands together. 'Mac you idiot ' he whined in his head, feeling his stomach twist. Wukong knew how utterly ridiculous he was being, but it's hard to even think with something so... alluring? Next to him. Macaque would know the right word.

"But tonight some red-eyed Wiarton girl lies staring at the wall, and her lover’s gone into a white squall..." The shadow weaver's voice became sad as he sang the verse. Sun Wukong felt it too.

Macaque's body lying cold and absent, void of life, upon the battlefield. He was batted and bruised, yet doll like in an unsettling sort of way.. as if he could be mistaken for just being asleep.

"Now it’s a thing that us oldtimers know. In a sultry summer calm

There comes a blow from nowhere, and it goes off like a bomb."

Sun Wukong gazing down towards his hands, covered in blood and dirt but unharmed. Not a drop of his own had hit the ground or ever graced his fur..

"And a fifteen thousand tonner can be thrown upon her beam-"

Gazing around at the destroyed valley, the ruined mountains and trees..

He had made the Earth shed it's blood..

Looking back at his hands, 'not my blood' he thought as felt himself fall to his knees.

"-While the gale takes all before it with a scream."

Crying and screaming over Macaque, pleading for him to wake up..

He squeezed the darker monkey's hand. Opening his eyes to make sure his old friend was still next to him and alive, the shadow squeezing his hand in response.

Wukong sighed. Relieved.

"The kid was on the hatches, lying staring at the sky. From where I stood I swear I could see tears fall from his eyes" he glanced up, noticing that the other's gaze had shifted from the blankets to be staring at their interlocked hands and tails. Having a tiny blush colour his face, eyes shining like new stars.

"So I hadn’t the heart to tell him that he should be on a line, even on a night so warm and fine" another squeeze was placed on his hand and he swore the affection was going to end him. Feeling giddy.

"When it struck, he sat up with a start; I roared to him, 'Get down!' but for all that he could hear, I could as well not made a sound."

'Macaque would've been able to hear him' the stone monkey thought, having ignored the dark undertones, thinking about the other monkey's six cute ears. Though he figured they wouldn't be in a situation like that, hopefully, anyway. He's not going to cross out being tossed off a ship just yet, his enemies could be rather creative with their timing.

"So, I clung there to the stanchions, and I felt my face go pale,

As he crawled hand over hand along the rail."

Wukong shivered, the thought of being on a boat a less than friendly one. Stone doesn't exactly float..

"I could feel her keeling over with the fury of the blow. I watched the rail go under then, so terrible and slow" Macaque voice held a pain to it that the auburn monkey could place to one source, eyes turning sad and vacant. He rubbed a thumb across the other's in comforting manner.

The song was making them relive just as much as their earlier conversation had. More so maybe. All of being laid out in front of them, scary and painful but yet cathartic.

"Then, like some great dog she shook herself and roared upright again. Far overside. I heard him call my name."

He resung the first part again, his voice more melancholic than the first run through of it.

"But tonight some red-eyed Wiarton girl lies staring at the wall," the shadow weaver sung and, for the first time since they entered the sage's room, he looked in Wukong's eyes. And he felt his gut twist as his gold eyes peered into the lighter gold ones.

"And her lover’s gone into a white squall" he finished and his eyes flickered down again, the stone monkey pouted.

"So what do you think? Live up to your expectations?" Macaque asked with a smirk that looked wobbly, showing the nervousness the monkey was clearly trying to hide.

"It was great! You-" he paused. "You sang really beautifully" the king answered after clearing his throat, eyes flashing pink briefly.

The darker monkey chuckled quietly,using the red cloth to hide the soft silver glow that emitted from his face, probably only meant to be witness by himself but Wukong noticed. And he took secret pride in it, something he would bost about in his head once the other left.

He made Macaque laugh earlier sure, and many times before that, but that was before they talked about the past. When they were bantering. The stone monkey had worried that opening old wounds would make the shadow monkey close up again after their progress, though it seemed that it had done the opposite. The other seemed to be more open to him, which was good. It'd make more talks in the future easier.

The two immortal monkeys fell silent. Enjoying one another presence as they say comfortably on the king's bed.

"Wukong" Mac said gently, echoing earlier when Sun Wukong had done the same to him.

"Yes?"

The shadow weaver breathed, chewing at his scarf. Then sighed as he let go of the stone monkey's hand as he began getting up to leave "it's nothing.. forget it."

The king grabbed his sleeving and made him stop in his tracks. Macaque quickly shook it away away, saying a quiet "see ya around Peaches.." before sinking into the floor.

Wukong sat there in shock, letting the hand he had used to reach out to the other monkey fall against the mattress. "Yeah, see ya 'round Mango.." he whispered before standing up and leaving his room, making sure to reapply the glamours to his fillet.

Linked together,

The two monkeys are,

Great distance between them

But tethered by memories.

Much like tails,

The Sun and Moon remain together.

Linked.

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elirastudio · 2 years

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Shadow king au

Whispers

I recommend reading this cuz it’s a perfect representation of the whole sun wukong and MK dynamic

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Well sun wukong made his way into Xiaotian mind since he was a little kid, talking to him, every occasion was good to convince the little kid to take the golden seal away… but-

For young MK, wukong became a friend who he could talk to, of course wukong just wanted the trust of that kid so he wouldn’t have questioned him too much…

Unfortunately for him when sometimes he tried to talk to the kid at night, the little prince answered loudly and kept talking at the same volume; macaque naturally was always vigil on his kid, always listening to his heart beat to make sure he was ok, got a little suspicious of Xiaotian one sided conversation in the middle of the night…

So one night through his son shadow he paid him a little visit…. “Little star… it’s past midnight, what are you doing? Who are you talking to?” Macaque said poking his head out of the shadow, like countless times wukong begged him to tell anything or they would have not be able to talk with each other anymore; so the little prince just responded “ I’m sorry dad,I will sleep now” he didn’t answered to the other questions but macaque just let it be- this time.

“I think my son is going crazy” said macaque in front of a bowl of pigsy’s noodle; it wasn’t strange for the king to go talk to his brothers each time he was frustrated with something, especially if it was about Xiaotian.

“He’s not.” Ao lie sat next to him “he’s a kid he just has an imaginary friend” “ a what now?” Ao lie smiled “well sometimes kids just create friends in their head and talks to them as if they were real, even mei does it at times. Just play along, he will just leave it behind as he grows” the dragon finished patting the king back. boy macaque was happy to always have his brothers by his side.

So that night when when Xiaotian was once more talking to himself- even if more quietly- macaque decided to play along. “So will u and your friend go to sleep now?” Said macaque that was sitting on the prince bed “I’m sure he will protect you from nightmares tonight, and I will protect the two of you” xiaotian just laughed and got to bed knowing he had two king to protect him.

Of course as time went on Xiaotian stopped talking in the middle of the night and macaque thought that the all imaginary friends business was over; the truth was that MK realized that he had to be a little sneakier about the all situation, his connection with wukong was becoming so strong that sometimes he had dreams about the original monkey king life and other time he could see him in mirrors.

For Xiaotian he was a friend…and he wanted to help the ex king…

#writing #sun wokung #shadow king #six eared macaque #ao lie #qi xiaotian

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ninjasmudge · 2 years

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What will Bk au Mac do after he is more or less ok? You say he stays with Sandy for a while but after that? And how MK is going to cope with the trauma of Kaiju teacher merged with scary dead lady demon?

i actually think maq sticks around for quite a while! the boat house is definitely a safe space for him and hed probably like to keep coming back and visiting. mk is dealing actually a little better than you might expect bc his usual reaction is to not tell anyone theres a problem and let things fester, in the bk au that isnt really an option

in actuality, one of the first times swk and maq meet again after theyve both settled a little is a complete accident. maq ran away to the city again, and mei and mk were insisting on another sleepover that swk just didnt have the energy for. they both came across each other on one of the rooftops across from the noodle shop, and both of them stared for a good minute or so trying to decide what to do.

swk tentativly told maq that he looked healthier than before, maq said that hed started a new skincare routine called 'cats sleeping on your face'

maq asked if hed been sleeping and swk thought about lying, but instead told him truthfully that no, he hadnt really. he was... scared of being out of his own control while sleeping, and he dreamed of ice. macaque told him that he wasnt afraid of wukong and never had been. he was scared of the bone king, but so was everyone. sun wukong was in control whereas the bone king was a situation that had been unwillingly inflicted on both of them (sandy had been talking to him a lot and some of the things he said really stuck)

they both made their excuses to leave after than but it gave both of them a lot to think about

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #bone king au #mk au lore #mk

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squidthechaotickid · 10 months

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Made a lmk sona/oc finally >:] Their name is Void and they r so very silly 2 me <33

Dropping their backstory + info under the readmore

Okay so. Mk was having a nice time in his apartment, having a wonderful dream bc he was asleep, when he was woken up by a sudden CRASH. He woke up, looked at the weird shadow clone of himself, took a deep breath, and decided to lay back down for a few minutes. Meanwhile the shadow clone is still messing wt his stuff.

Finally, he gets up, drags the clone down to Pigsy's, and calls Monkie King. The clone kinda just sits there while Mk and Monkie King (who was there in like 5 seconds) start debating what to do. Monkie King suggests getting Macaque (who's name the clone repeats) and Mk agrees (much to Pigsy's dismay, but hey, it's either that or let the weird clone hang around.)

Wukong went off to find Macaque while Mk started to mess around with the clone. It kept repeating random words and copying several of his actions. Piggy thought he should leave it alone but Mk ignored him.

After like 20 minutes, Macaque, already knowing abt the clone (he saw it while shadow traveling and thought it was weird,) came in with Wukong and was basically like "I have no clue what that is but it's definitely some sort of shadow thing. Mk did you accidentally make a shadow clone bc that's my thing usually not Wukong's.

Mk confirmed he didn't, and they started to debate what it was. Somehow, Macaque and Wukong started fighting, and Mk tried to calm things down. The more upset Mk got, the more agitated the clone got, with only Pigsy noticing. He only managed to get their attention after the clone began to screech, before dipping into the shadows and disappearing.

Everyone began to panic, except Macaque, who quickly followed and found the clone close by, outside in an alley. He tried to bring it back inside but it instead began to fight, summoning its own shadow version of Mk's staff.

The others rushed out at the noise, and the fight began. The clone kept targeting Monkie King and Macaque, while completely avoiding Mk. Finally, the fight ends after the clone dips into the shadows one too many times, and begins to "dissolve." They leave, leaving the gang to wonder what that even was.

After several months and other, more pressing issues (aka multiple demon attacks,) they mostly forgot about the clone. Until, one day, a kid looking oddly like Mk walks into Pigsy's. They introduce themself as Void, Mk's shadow. They explained that they weren't exactly sure what they were, just that they were born from the shadows, and was specifically connected to Mk, as they could feel certain bits of what he felt. (Both physical pain and emotional pain)

They explained that they had spent months watching and learning from the world, teaching themself to speak and changing their appearance so they were no longer a clone, and instead their own person. They apologized for the previous fight, stating that Mk getting upset had filtered to them, and they didn't know how to cope with the sudden emotion, as they'd never felt anything like it, being born literally an hour before.

Mk was ecstatic, and decided to drag them around town so they could experience it outside of the shadows, also inviting Mei. The trip went mostly okay, though Void did have to stop the trip early because they were getting overwhelmed by the new sensations. They became friends with the others, and Void now shows up every once in a while to help or just to visit.

Other facts, now that I'm done wt the backstory lmao.

They can't shadow travel for long or often. It's kinda like a drop of water in the sea; they're a shadow, and if they stay too long, the shadows will consume them and make them a part of it yet again.

that's why they started to dissolve after the traveling too many times during the fight.

That being said, they still have to every once in a while. They'll feel sick if they don't.

While the sun doesn't harm them, it will make them feel exhausted after a bit.

They feel everything Mk feels, though not as extreme, and they can usually tell which are his and which are theirs.

That being said, when Mk had the whole thing with his monkie form? They couldn't control their own form, it was terrifying. They were lucky they were alone in a forest outside the city at the time, because they were completely out of it.

They based their look off of various things they found in the city, such as clothes they saw in stores or colors they saw that looked nice. They kept Mk's headband and based their hair partially on Macaque and Wukong's.

They can't change their base form in any way Mk can't. They ended out wearing a binder, just like Mk does.

They don't know what a gender is.

They have an identity crisis every other week.

They keep trying to separate themself from Mk, but demons keep mistaking the two and it really doesn't help the identity thing.

When they were first learning to speak, they stuttered over words and spoke formal. As they got used to speaking, they became more leaned back and used more slang.

#Lmk #Lmk oc #Lmk mk #Not tagging the other characters bc I don't think they're there enough to validate it #squid's scribbles #Void oc #< gonna tag them as that ig

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snowfallenlavender · 2 years

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LMK X OMORI AU - REWRITTEN.

Time to traumatize the cast.

I also wanna clarify something, Wukong isn't immortal in the au. His immortality was taken away, like in the Journey To The West book.

WARNING: OMORI IS A HORROR GAME CONTAIN TOPICS SUCH AS TRAUMA, DEPRESSION, SUICIDE AND ANXIETY. THIS WILL ALSO CONTAIN IMPLIED SPOILERS SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

-Roles- mk - sunny swk - mari mei - basil chang'e - kel red son - aubrey macaque - hero

-Story- Wukong and MK were training as usual. Later on, MK accidentally killed Wukong with his powers. He only realized it when Wukong wasn't responding to him. Once MK saw his dead body, he straight up panicked. Mei was visiting the temple at the time, so when she found MK crying on the floor, Mei was speechless. They didn't know what to do with the body. Then the two decided to make a grave for him, later on they told everyone else what happened to wukong but they kept the way he died a secret. Since Wukong died, things changed. MK became a shut in, and escaped into a world he made with his own mind. Mei became very paranoid and anxious, also becoming a shut in like her friend. Sandy tries to keep the group together but at times it's hard for him because of the grief. Red Son lashed out at his friends, he thought they all moved on too quickly. Macaque became severely depressed when Wukong died. He also becomes emotional when he finds something that reminds him of Wukong.

TL;DR: Wukong's dead and they all need therapy.

-Extra Facts- -Jin is Kim and Yin is the Maverick. -Nezha is Mincy. -The rest of the Hooligans are just some bull clones with the same personality as the rest of the og Hooligans. -MK's something is based of Wukong's dead body, Mei's Something is a dragon, but hellishly distorted. -Headspace is basically the city but more vibrant and whimsical. -My Time is replaced with Dreamless Dreams by Harumaki Gohan.

I'll edit this if I come up with more :]

#lmk #mei lmk #lmk mei #red son lmk #lmk red son #lmk mk #monkie kid #poor mk #omori #omori au #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk jin #lmk yin #yeah everyone needs therapy here lmao #mak au #lmk chang'e

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winterpower98 · 2 years

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Seeing double AU

Here is, yet again, another AU that I made a while back and that I never got to share.

In this AU everything is pretty much the same except for one thing: Macaque and Wukong never fought during JTTW.

They ovbiously meet up during the journey and had a heated discussion, but it ended up in a much more civilised way than canon. Macaque never tried to kill Tripitaka, and Wukong never blinded his right eye. The two of them, instead, came to an agreement and they meet up again after the journy ended to go back to FFM.

The funny thing is, MK doesn't know he's being trained by both Wukong and Macaque. The first time MK went to Wukong to talk about training, the monkey, having no plan, panicked and he shoved Macaque to take his place and appearence. And so, the two monkey kept the act, switching places so that they both got to train the kid at least one time each.

Until episode 9.

In this version of the episode, Macaque doesn't trick MK to get back at Wukong. Instead the two kings thought it was time to reveal to the kid their little substitution act, and Macaque, being the theater nerd that he is, decided to come up with a whole dramatic reveal, that Wukong followed in with quite the amusment.

However, before Macaque could reveal who he really was, Wukong stopped him and begged him not to tell the truth just yet. The thing is, the Monkey King was afraid MK might think he wasn't enough once he found out about the shared training, and asked Macaque to wait just a bit longer. Macaque was, ovbiously, not happy with that, but he gave into his mate's pleas and just left the mountain they were on.

(once again, thank you to @kitkat1003 for writing these amazing dialogues)

Fast forward to the Lunar New Year special, and Macaque almost gets a heart attack because "I was just checking on the baby monkeys how the fuck did both the Kid and Peaches dissapear?" He quickly finds out what happened tho and immidiatly speeds thowards the giant spider mech. Once there, he's the one that frees both Wukong and DBK, but he leaves right before LBD reveals herself to the gold monkey. While Wukong is having his confrontation with the bone demon, Macaque (disguised as his partner) helps MK defeat the Spider Queen and he is so close to tell the kid the truth, but ultimetly decideds against it.

Come season 2 and Wukong tells Macaque that he's going to go and visit a few friends for a little while, and leaves MK's training up to him. Macaque is, once again, very close to knock some sense into his love via face-punching, but relents and just goes along with Wukong's plan (knowing full well the monkey is lying but about what?! He can't figure out).

But the more time passes the more frustrated he gets because now MK is also keeping secrets from him.

So, once episode 7 comes in he says "fuck it" and decides he's going to tell the kid the truth (and hopefully also get MK to confes whatever secret he is hiding). Obviously, in true Macaque’s fascion, the black monkey has to turn this into a dramatic reveal and his passion for shadow puppets is just what he needs.

Once everything is revealed, MK promises to his second mentor ("Holy shit I have two dad figure!!") that the two of them will have a more in-depth discussion the next day when he has to come for training.

When MK reaches Mount Huaghuo and finds it empty, he wonder if he didn't dream the whole thing and if there was never a second monkey

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vegalocity · 3 years

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Happier version of Tripsun, time travel nonsense where LMK Sun Wukong meets post-journey Sanzang with General 6?

Dialogue starters

6. “Have you been taking care of yourself?”

ah hell yeah

Every time he’d be allowed to share moments like this with his former Master, Sun Wukong would say to himself that he could never forget how at ease he could feel. How warm his chest was and the faint sweet shivers that would crawl up his spine and make his fur fluff out could never fade.

And yet every time it was allotted to him again it felt like new.

Perhaps because of how long it had been since their journey, but those random times his Monkeys would inform him someone was nearing the mountain, and when he’d poke his head out in bird form and see that golden light, made his gut jolt and heat to flood his face and neck as though he were some adolescent with a crush.

Of course he’d roll out the welcome wagon (just modest enough that Tang Sanzang wouldn’t chide him for being a showoff even after everything, but could easily be passed off as his Monkeys being as excited as he was to welcome the monk back to the island) and lay out as much food as he could get away with without again, his master scolding him for extravagance and sparing him only a few small knowing smiles over the feast of mountain fruits.

And they’d catch up of course, over food, over tea, and then just sitting somewhere pretty, His master would extoll him the stories of his new students, comparing and contrasting them to his first merry band of disciples (usually a coy smile hidden beneath a sleeve as he said someone or another was just as hard to handle at first as he had been) but a strikingly proud gleam in his smile as he praised students he wouldn’t dare speak aloud to their faces to avoid the building of ego) And Wukong would extoll the current drama of his monkeys and how this or that dispute was brought to him over plums or some other such simple yet silly thing. Truly the stories he had left to tell weren’t near as extravagant as the battles he once went on five hundred years ago, but his master always responded to the comings and goings of Flower Fruit Mountain with as much interest and immersion as he would the mightiest of battles.

And then came the moments when the stories finally ran dry and the two were allowed to simply be in eachothers presence, usually spent meditating on his master’s part while Wukong simply lounged about or read or just sat quietly with his master, enjoying the company in a way the outside world had grown far too bright and fast and loud for.

But this visit was different.

He’d woken up on the mountain, which was strange granted they were li upon li away (Kilometers, they use kilometers now) and his Monkeys were rushing up to him shrieking in fear and panic, hooting and hollering and demanding his attention to an assumed intruder.

He’d been suspicious of course, he’d anticipated anything, the calabash, an illusion, something that would REALLY need his truth seeing eyes (using them had started giving him wicked headaches; his power was so close to gone) but the golden light had already faded when he came outside, ready to fight-

And his eyes fell upon a familiar figure on the sandy shore.

And then he could only hope this was an illusion, as the idea of somehow being transported back home right in time for Master to put himself so close to the danger of the Lady Bone Demon again made his hackles rise. So despite the pounding headache that started the second he summoned the power he gazed around them with golden eyes, gliding over his master’s buzzing cicada wings, his monkeys peering at him curiously, and focusing his gaze to the city-

-where there was neither the silhouette of the skull nor the grid-like patterns of an illusion’s edge. Nor even the city itself.

There was a town, sure, but not a city. A town that had been in the… sixteen hundreds or so? About a century after he’d sealed the Demon Bull King away and dropped in on master to tell him he was considering retiring, that he’d be on his mountain if he needed him, and he was always welcome if he wanted to visit.

And about a century after that, Tang Sanzang had taken him up on the offer. And there he was.

This was the first visit. The throbbing pain in his head proclaimed this as not a dream, the golden vision proclaimed this not an illusion or a trick. This simply… had happened. He had replaced his (slightly) younger self for a time, and this was where he was. The first time.

Maybe this wasn’t for him so much as it was for the others, being given a past version of himself with his powers still in tact, Maybe his past self could protect them all in a way he no longer could.

His monkeys were giving the monk a wide berth and he watched him look around, normally serene expression slightly crumpled as he looked for a path up the mountain. At this point he could easily appear there with a flick of the wrist, but his master never believed in the easy way (except when it came to riding Longma for the entire journey, but he bullied him enough about that as is)

He called a couple of his monkey generals to him and gestured to the beach. “We’ve got a treasured guest here boys, bring out some of our best fruits! The monk drinks no wine so our most potent teas as well!” The two chittered between each other and saluted him. Ah… he missed when his monkeys could much easier take orders.

“Why if my eyes don’t deceive me! Is this the virtuous Tang Monk I spy? The carrier of the Tripitaka himself? Why if any demon consumed his flesh it is said they’d become immortal!” He crowed, and watched as his master quickly covered his mouth with a hand, suppressing a laugh before schooling his expression back into the unimpressed line.

“It seems as though I've wandered to another mountain full of dangerous demons.” he stated, monotone and dry, but playful grin quickly betraying the tone. “If only I had some gallant disciple to protect me from the oncoming dangers”

Sun Wukong tumbled from the trees and gave a mock bow. “Say no more virtuous monk! No demon worth their salt can stand a fight against I, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven!” there was a pause.

And then his master’s laugh was all he heard. It took him a second to join in, taking a hairdsbreath too long to enjoy the sound, but soon enough he was escorting the monk up to his home.

He had barely been able to wait to tell his Master about Xiaotian, and yet here he was having to avoid the boy’s name entirely while he searched to remember stories and drama from the monkeys four hundred years ago. He mentioned briefly that he was considering taking on a successor but hadn’t decided on it yet. His master told his own stories and He found himself possibly enjoying it a bit too much, Master had only recently passed by his thousand year mark of being immortal and he had still not quite gotten the hang of it yet. All the same he was doing his best and it was nostalgic to watch him try so hard to maintain what came easily to him in the future.

Then the stories ran dry and he gestured for his master to follow him, and reached his favorite spot on the mountainside, it overlooked the town that would soon become a city and they’d have the best fireworks. He didn’t share that information with master, but it didn’t matter, just his presence was enough.

But before he could vanish into the ‘somehow always like new’ feeling, Tang Sanzang turned to him with a worried eye.

“Have you been taking care of yourself?” It was a question he didn’t remember being asked on that first visit, one that took him aback.

“What do you mean, Master? I’m fine.”

“Bad Monkey, don’t bother lying to me, you keep wincing as though you’re in pain and you can take beatings that would make mountains crumble into ravines! You keep rubbing at your fur as though there are wounds that are still healing beneath when it takes so much just to pierce your flesh! Was your fight with the Bull King really so intense that your wounds act up even a century later or are you concealing other things from me?” damn those perceptive eyes. He didn’t USED to be perceptive, he used to fall for basically every demon trick!

Then again, he probably wasn’t doing too great at covering up the lingering wounds on his body either.

“I’m fine master, I’m sure everything will be back to normal when i’ve rested some.”

Well that was the exact wrong thing to say as he watched the Monk’s face pale. “Have I been keeping you from rest? Oh, you fool of an ape you should have told me!” Tang Sanzang turned to face him properly and for a moment Sun Wukong’s brain short circuited entirely as he placed soft hands on either of his cheeks to cup his face. “I can return at any time! If you’re injured you shouldn’t feel pressured to remain in my company!”

“I want to be in your company.” It came out in a way he wouldn’t have been able to mask the adoring warmth to, no matter how hard he tried. “Master, I enjoy nothing quite as much as I do our quiet moments together.” He had to go visit him himself upon returning to his time, he’d forgotten just how much he could miss the monk once again.

Tang Sanzang huffed and it seemed like that had at least turned his upset into more garden variety aggravation. “Bad monkey…” He shook his head, and in the dim light of sunset it almost seemed as though his master’s cheeks turned a pink shade of their own before he brought his hands down to take Sun Wukongs in his own, and stood. “Well if you feel so strongly about that then clearly I’m going to have to see to your recovery myself.” The monk looked off to the side and a small smile came with a featherlight chuckle. “How strange, a near reverse of how things once were between us.”

He chuckled as well at the irony and watched his master’s grin widen. “Indeed. Well, if you insist, I shall submit myself to your fucking fretting, baldy.”

Now THAT got a real laugh. and a soft 'Language!' between chuckles.

He’d get summoned back to his own time when Past Him was done doing whatever heavy lifting he’d gotten too weak to be able to handle no doubt. But for now he didn’t see the harm in enjoying the peacetime as it lasted.

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eastofthemoon · 3 years

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Never thought I would write Lego Monkie King fic, but here we are.

Title: Did I Forget To Mention

Rating: G

Characters: Monkey King, MK and Pigsy

Summary: Monkey King was certain he knew all about MK. However, after a visit he suddenly realizes how little he does know his successor.

Archive of Our Own

Wukong flew across the sky in his bird form. He hadn’t planned on training the kid until tomorrow, but the weather was just too perfect to waste.

Besides, it was either that or house clean and he wasn’t in the mood for it. It could wait another week or two.

Wukong gave a small twirl in the air as he flapped his wings and soon landed on top of the sign.

He spotted MK walking out with Pigsy close behind. Wukong wanted to swoop down and surprise tackle the kid, but paused. MK wasn’t in his regular set of clothes. They were strangely a lot nicer than normal and he was even straightening a tie?

Wukong tilted his bird head in confusion. He didn’t even know the kid had nice clothes. Where was he going that he had to dress so formally?

Curious, Wukong stayed in his bird form and flew a little closer, but made certain to stay out of sight.

“I shouldn’t be long, Pigsy,” MK said as he put a bag in his delivery cart. “I’ll be back by the lunch rush-”

“Kid, it’s fine,” Pigsy said as he patted the kid’s shoulder. “Sandy says he got you covered, just try to be back by the dinner and we’re good.”

He’s oddly flexible today, Wukong thought. Pigsy always got so cranky when he was dragging MK off to do some training.

MK sighed, but gave a smile. “Okay, thanks, Pigsy.”

Pigsy waved a hand. “Don’t mention it.” He then rubbed his neck and passed MK a small box. “Oh and uh, here I made some egg tarts for your folks.”

Wukong frowned. Folks? Did he mean MK’s parents?

MK’s eyes widened happily. “Really? Wow, thanks, Pigsy! That saves me having to stop by the bakery.” The kid carefully tucked the box into the bag and climbed into the car. “Alright, I’ll see you later.”

“Stay safe,” Pigsy said with a wave before venturing inside his restaurant.

Wukong quietly watched MK drive away.

MK had never mentioned his parents to Wukong before. He talked about Mei, Sandy, Pigsy and Tang, and sometimes even mentioned an aunt of his, but never his parents. Wukong knew he lived by himself, but he never thought too hard about it. Granted it was odd the kid was making such a big fuss over seeing his parents.

Were they super strict or something? Was that why he didn’t leave with them?

Wukong probably should have gone back to the Flower Fruit Mountain, but he found himself flying after MK’s cart. The lack of information was going to nag him until he knew.

It didn’t take long for Wukong to get his answer when MK climbed out of the delivery car and ventured into a graveyard.

Wukong felt his heart stop as he watched MK carefully carry the bag and walked until he reached a pair of tombstones.

MK gave a small smile. “Hi Mom, hi Dad.”

Wukong landed on a nearby tree, but kept his distance.

MK silently cleaned the tombs. He then placed the flowers along with the egg tarts and burned some incense before kneeling.

“I bet you guys are worried about me,” he rubbed his neck. “It’s been a year, but don’t worry. I have a great mentor in the Monkey King and all of my friends got my back. I’ll be okay.”

He then folded his hands to pray and then rose up once he was finished. MK gave one more smile at the tombstones before picking up his now empty bag and left.

Wukong waited until MK got to his delivery car and drove away. He shifted back into his true form as he landed in front of the tombstone.

Quietly, he gave a bow and lingered for a moment before turning back to his bird form and flew away.

No training today. There was a lot he had to think about.

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Wukong returned to Flower Fruit Mountain until it was close to evening. He took flight as a bird again and headed to Pigsy’s restaurant. He waited until the shop closed and Wukong watched MK and Tang head home.

He snuck through an opened window, reverted to his true form when he landed and entered the kitchen. Pigsy was in the middle of washing dishes.

Wukong cleared his throat. “Hey Pigsy, I-”

He briefly regretted it as Pigsy yelped, spun around with a wet frying pan in hand ready to attack. Wukong prepared to dodge, but Pigsy froze upon seeing him and blinked.

“MONKEY KING?!”! He cried and cursed before shaking the wet frying pan in his face. “Geez, didn’t anyone ever tell you to not sneak up on people?!”

“Sorry,” Wukong said as he held up his hands. “Didn’t realize this was how you greeted paterons?!”

“It is when people sneak in here after I locked up the place when it’s supposed to be empty,” Pigsy snapped.

Wukong raised an eyebrow and gestured to the window. “Not completely locked up. You missed a window.”

Pigsy frowned, glanced to where he pointed and grumbled. “The one time I forget-” He shook his head. “Wait, nevermind that! What do you want? I doubt it’s about testing my security.”

Wukong’s eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms. “I needed to discuss something about MK and you seemed like the best person to ask.”

Pigsy’s eyes widened. “The kid? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine,” Wukong said quickly and rubbed his neck. “But...I didn’t realize his parents were dead.”

The small panic left Pigsy’s face before the cook turned back to scrubbing his pan. “He told you?”

“Not exactly,” Wukong said. “I spotted him this morning and followed him.”

Pigsy raised an eyebrow at him. “So you saw him visiting his parents' graves?”

“Yeah,” Wukong said slowly. “When..did they die? Was it recent?”

“No, years ago,” Pigsy said as he rinsed the frying pan. “He was little at the time. MK admitted to me he doesn’t remember them much.”

“I see,” Wukong replied. “So, who raised him?”

“His aunt took him in,” Pigsy continued as he set the frying pan aside and tackled a bowl. “Known her for years, nice lady. Bit of an airhead sometimes, but she does love MK.”

“But he’s not living with her now, right?” Wukong asked. “I was under the impression he lived by himself.”

Wukong knew the laws enough to know that legally MK was just old enough to be living on his own. It wasn’t common, but it did happen. He never gave much thought as to why in MK’s case.

“He does,” Pigsy replied. “Not long ago MK’s aunt got offered her dream job that requires a lot of traveling. She was reluctant to take it because of how it might affect MK.”

Wukong raised an eyebrow. “So, she didn’t?”

“No, she did,” Pigsy said as he looked up. “She never told MK about the job offer, but he accidently found out about it. So he decided suddenly that he was old enough to move out and take care of himself.”

He huffed. “Although what he defines as ‘caring for himself’ is up for debate, but I digress. MK moved out and his aunt took the job while making sure to send MK rent money to help out. She sends him a postcard about twice a month.”

Wukong frowned. He did recall MK flashing a postcard in his face a few times, but Wukong would often try to redirect the kid towards their lesson for the day.

Pigsy glanced over his shoulder as he pointed a finger at Wukong. “Now, my question is, why are you asking me all of this and not MK?”

“How could I?” Wukong said as he said on the floor and leaned against the wall. “The kid never told me any of this. He must have had his reasons for not wanting me to know.”

It bothered him. Wukong wasn’t fully sure he understood why, but it did. He was MK’s mentor. This was stuff he felt like he should now, right?

“I thought we had a good relationship,” Wukong continued. “This is a big detail to not tell someone. How could-”

Suddenly, something hard struck the top of his head.

Wukong yelped as he looked up and saw the culprit was the frying pan in Pigsy’s hands.

“OW!” Wukong rubbed his head as he growled. “That hurt-”

“Oh, please,” Pigsy snapped. “I know it takes way more than a frying pan to actually hurt you.”

Wukong glared. That might be true, but it still stung. “But what was that for-”

“Because for someone who is immortal you’re not too bright!” Pigsy set down the frying pan. “MK never told you because he didn’t want you to know! The kid just never thought of it!”

Wukong blinked. “What?”

Pigsy sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, it’s hard to explain, but when someone you know dies after a while you just naturally forget who knows and who doesn’t.” He tossed his hands up in the air. “It probably just didn’t occur to him to bring it up.”

Wukong raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t help, but wonder if Pigsy was speaking from personal experience.

The Monkey King gave a sigh as he rubbed his neck. “Okay, fine, but we’ve known each other for close to a year now? How could he not think of bringing it up?”

“How would he?” Pigsy retorted. “What do you expect him to do?” He gave a fake grin and waved. “Hiya Monkey King! How’s your day going? Oh, by the way my parents are dead!”

Wukong cringed and pointed back. “Okay, first of all, NEVER smile like that again it’s creepy and second,” he frowned, “I get what you’re saying but still…”

Pigsy’s eyes narrowed. “Let me put it this way, when the two of you have ‘talked’ has it been about MK himself or has it been all about you and his training?”

Wukon raised, but then dropped his arm in thought. MK did mention his friends, but it was usually just some side note before Wukong changed the subject or he recalled a detail from his own adventures.

Wukong didn’t reply, but the silence seemed to be more than enough of an answer for Pigsy.

“That’s what I thought,” Pigsy said as he returned to the dishes in the sink. “I’m just an outsider here, but it seems to me that MK knows a lot more about you than you do about him.”

Wukong’s tail twitched in thought. After a long moment he gave himself a deep sigh. “You’re right.” He shook his head. That was the downside of being immortal. It was a lot easier to forget the world doesn’t revolve around you.

“I need to fix this,” Wukong said aloud. He wasn’t sure if he was saying it to Pigsy or to himself.

Pigsy snorted. “First smart thing you said since you got here.”

Wukong gave a small smile. “Thanks, Pigsy.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Pigsy said as he glared. “Just try to avoid giving me any more future heart attacks.”

“No promises,” as Wukong turned to leave. “Unless you are willing to offer me free noodles?”

Pigsy picked up the frying pan. “Do you want another whack?”

Wukong held up his hands. “Nah, I’m good. See you around.”

He heard Pigsy give another disgruntled snort as he turned into a bird and flew off. As Wukong headed home, plans began to form in his head. He would find a way to fix this.

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The next day, MK arrived at Flower Fruit Mountain. He was a bit earlier than Wukong expected, but it wouldn’t disrupt his plans.

“Heya, Bud,” Wukong greeted from his seat on his cloud. “Bit early today?”

MK huffed as he ran up. “Pigsy said I could have the morning off, so I thought it would be good if I came earlier.”

“Did he?” Wukong replied and gave a smirk. I wonder if he did that for me, but I won’t question it if he did.

MK swung his staff. “So, what are we focussing on today? Defence? Strike attacks? How to hang upside down without throwing up?”

“None,” Wukong said as he landed and brought out the book he’d been hiding. “Thought we try some of this?”

MK’s eyes lit up. “What is it? An ancient book of spells?! Secret techniques?!”

Wukong laughed as he tossed it to him. “Take a look.”

MK caught it, and suddenly the excitement on his face turned to confusion. “A...cookbook?”

Wukong crossed his arms as his tail twitched. “Yeah, I thought it was time to try something different. Never hurts to take it easy every once in a while, right?”

MK gave a thoughtful frown as he flipped through the pages.

Wukong rubbed his neck. “Something wrong, Bud?””

Did MK not like the idea?

“Oh, it’s nothing,” MK said hastily and laughed as he gave a nervous smile. “I just didn’t think that you cooked anything.”

Wukong raised an eyebrow. “What? Did you think I ate nothing but peaches and peach chips?”

“Um...kind of?” MK muttered with a sheepish grin.

Wukong raised a hand, but then lowered it. It was his favorite snack so he couldn’t blame the kid. He shook his head.

“Anyway,” Wukong said as he wrapped an arm around MK’s shoulder. “Why don’t we try one of these recipes?”

“I’m not a great cook,” MK said, but then gave a small laugh. “Although, I’m a lot better than my Aunt Ling.”

“Oh, yeah?” Wukong asked as they headed to his house.

MK laughed. “Yeah, she once tried to make dumplings and we nearly set the kitchen on the fire.” The boy laughed at the memory. “Granted, if she wasn’t such a bad cook I wouldn’t have met Mei.”

“Oh, really?” Wukong said as they entered the house. “Why don’t you tell me all about it while we cook.”

MK’s face brightened as he told the story and Wukong didn’t interrupt him. In the end, the food they made wasn’t great, but it was worth it for the stories MK shared. It was a small step, but it was one in the right direction.

#lego monkie kid #my writing #lmk

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talesofsonicasura · 3 years

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What's broken can never be the same again...

I present to you folks, the Broken Toys AU.

I thought of sharing this since @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off and @winterpower98 got me into Lego Monkie Kid with their art.

Considering no one really knows much about MK's situation involving his birth parents, here's one of my interpretations with this particular AU. There is hints of Yugioh in this but no knowledge of the series is needed! I'll fill in the necessary holes when it comes up.

A 9 year old MK whose out shopping for his parents comes across a peculiar item. It is a deck full of Duel Monsters cards, specifically the Frightfur Archetype.

(For those not accustomed to Yu-Gi-Oh, Frightfurs are a deck type that revolves around the concept of toys and have two sibling monsters called Edge Imps and Fluffals.

This is a Fluffal, Fluffal Leo for example.

This is a Edge Imp, Edge Imp Saw to be precise.

A Fluffal and Edge Imp fuse together to form Frightfurs which are the bosses of the deck! Demon possessed toys with incredible power, when Fluffal Leo fuses with Edge Imp Saw, it becomes Frightfur Leo!

These are the only Yu-Gi-Oh card Archetypes that will pop up! Now onto the AU itself.)

Thinking the cards are cool, MK takes them home with him. Each night he begins having dreams of the monsters coming to life and act like a family towards him. It didn't come apparent that there were more to these cards until his abusive parents decide to punish him one day.

The cards had come to life and protected him! MK has the power to bring these monsters and their respective magic into reality, something that he uses to leave his abusive home once and for all.

One day however, a 10 year old MK gets into an accident that leaves him horribly mangled. In order to save him, the Frightfurs had put him back together with their magic at the cost of accidentally turning MK into a Frightfur Type Toy Demon. To keep his monstrous form under wraps, his Monkey King Plush was converted into a housing vessel for his true form. However if MK becomes too stressed or angry, then his toy nature comes out to play.

Other ways for his toy nature to show is that he doesn't feel pain, visible injuries reveal cotton instead of blood or flesh, and MK has a habit of eating things like tools or cotton stuffing.

Rumors of a creepy kid with monsters following him spread throughout Megapolis but no one knows who it is until MK becomes the Monkie King's successor.

His relationship to the canon characters for this AU:

Pigsy: MK was found sleeping outside of Pigsy's Noodles one night and is taken by Pigsy. Their relationship is almost the same as in canon but Pigsy is more open about being his father figure and protective of MK. Knows about his Frightfur family and true form.

Tang: He meets MK during one of his visits to Pigsy's Noodles. Tang teaches the boy proper living skills and has enrolled in online school so he can have a proper education. A lot MK's Monkey King merch comes from Tang. Knows about MK's Frightfur family and true form.

Mei: They meet at the arcade when Mei was trying to win a plush dragon from a rigged crane machine. Mei is MK's best friend who indulges in trying any outfits he sews together and come to him to fix up any plushies or torn clothing. Knows about his Frightfur family but hasn't seen his true form just part of his toy nature.

Sandy: Encounters MK at the docks trying to sew together a few tarps. MK comes to Sandy very often whenever he's having a bit of bad day or needs to relax. Sandy has quite a few cat plushies and cat toys that the young man handmade for him and his cats. Has seen MK's Frightfur family but not his true form, only part of his toy nature.

Sun Wukong/Monkey King: Wukong knew there was something special about MK when he first arrived to his mountain. He was very concerned seeing all the stitches across the young man's body so he's a bit more careful and serious when it comes to training. Wukong often sends MK home after training with sewing materials or peaches. Knows about his Frightfur family but nothing about his toy nature or true form.

Red Son: Immediately knew there was some off about MK upon their first encounter. He was already wary of the boy when he summoned one of his Fluffals to fend off his family back at the mountain where DBK was sealed. Summoning Frightfur Chimera made Red Son begin an investigation on MK's origins and just what he exactly is. Knows about Frightfur family but not his true form or toy nature.

This MK will be known as Fright since this won't be the only LMK au I make with a drastic twist to the character. He's called Fright since he tends to scare others a whole lot. Fright is very kind like canon MK but is quick to anger or hold a grudge should someone takes advantage of his trust and emotions. He likes to sew, repair or make toys, costumes and clothing in his spare time.

Until next time folks, I'll see ya later!

If a song could be associated with this AU, it would be this.

Frightfur Enforcers

Bosses

Edge Imps

Fluffals

Fluffal Turnabouts

MK's True Form

Story: Prologue CH1 CH2

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rain-bow-donkey · 3 years

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Catch and Release: Ch 16

Inspired by @starsfic work "Demon Customs."

Previous Chapter

Summary:

Wukong’s dreams were filled with monkeys and peach trees.

Why did a nightmare have to wake him up from that?

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The weather was nice today. It usually was in Flower Fruit Mountain. Nice enough for Wukong to take an afternoon nap. His family seemed to think the same thing. A good number of them decided to join him in a cuddle pile among the peach trees.

Ever since his retirement, the Monkey King was looking forward to some downtime like this. Enjoying the peace.

Wukong wished his Master was here to enjoy it with him. If Tripitaka was still alive he could visit his eldest disciple here on the mountain. Sure Wukongs subjects could get a little chaotic from time to time but Tripitaka would have enjoyed his time here regardless. Especially on nice quiet days like this.

If only they had more time together.

In that moment the weather then took the turn for the worst. Suddenly it was cold. The sensation was abrupt enough to launch Wukong upright from his lounging position. His subjects vanished without a trace. Leaving the king alone by himself. The sunny afternoon turned dark with cloudy skies. Further cementing the anonymous feeling that overtook him.

The cold had a familiar chill to it.

It remind him of an old foe that recently resurfaced.

A clack of thunder could be heard overhead. The wind grew stronger with it. As if it wanted to throw Wukong out of the tree he inhabited as it was providing him shelter from the storm.

“I will erase the memory of you from this world.”

With another clack of thunder, there they were. The tree the king was in was no longer there. Instead, the White Bone Spirit was behind him. Despite the spirit being smaller than him in stature, it felt as if they were looming over him.

Growling angrily, Wukong pulled out his staff to strike the damn spirit down once and for all. When he moved to do so, wiping around to aim the hit for the scull, the spirit was no longer there. Gone with an evil laugh as they disappeared.

The damn corpse was toying with him.

“Wukong!”

Instantly straightening up upon hearing his name, Wukong recognized that voice. One he hasn’t heard in years.

Tripitaka.

“Master?!” The Monkey King couldn’t believe it. Tripitaka was here. In the same place where one of the many demons had tried to kill him was.

His master was in danger.

Wukong needed to get to him before any harm could.

The king launched himself into the sky landing on his cloud. Ignoring the ongoing storm around him. He has to find Tripitaka before the White Bone Spirit does.

“Master where are you?!” Wukong yelled as he soared through the sky. He couldn’t see anything in the rain as it hailed down on him. Obstructing his vision, Wukong had to rely on his hearing to find his master.

“Wukong!” There he was. The king dived down to his right. Determined to reach his master the golden monkey planned to waste no time.

The Monkey King landed in the mud in the area he heard his master call from. On the side of a mountain with a narrow pathway to walk on. Making it easy for someone as accident prone was Tripitaka to fall off.

And from the looks of it, maybe the monk had. Wukong didn’t see his master anywhere. But the king swore he heard his masters voice coming from here.

“Monkey King!”

The kid?! He was here too?

Looking up to follow the sound of his successor voice, Wukong saw him. Tied up on top the the very same machine monstrosity the king saw in the White Bine Spirits vision. MK was was in the palm of that things hand. It’s claws having a firm grip on the kid.

“Kid!” Wukong shot up again. Using his cloud to make a beeline to his successor. The wind and rain were fighting him all the while. Trying to push him down and slowing him in the process.

He won’t be able to get to MK in time.

The White Bone Spirit’s maniacal laughter could be heard as Wukong struggled to reach MK. The pile of bones was enjoying tormenting him.

Without warning, the machinery lit MK up in blue fire. The humans screams pierced the air. Then abruptly died down as the flames took him over. Engulfing MK until he was nothing but ashes.

“KID!” Wukong screamed.

Jolting up from his deep sleep Wukobg let out a surprised gasp. He spun around, turning his head every which way to find MK or Tripitaka. It took him a moment to relies he wont be able to find them because he wasn’t in the mountain side anymore. He was in his room at Macaque’s manor.

Breathing heavy, Wukong sat there covered in sweat. Gathering his bearings the Monkey King flopped back into the bedding with a groan.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #my writing #lost and found #catch and release #I haven't watched the recent episodes yet but I heard that the White Bone Spirit is now called the Lady Bone Demon?#I already started calling her the White Bone Spirit so I'll stick with that for now #also a spoiler here #what I did see from clips is that Wukong is right to fear that demon #I wanted to add that to the fic #you know raise the stacks and all #the donkey writes

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tigerseye46 · 3 years

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

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

AO3 link

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“Did you just smile when I mentioned Wukong?”

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

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

“No, I didn’t!”

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“Yea. I was talking to him-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes became soft. “Sandy…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sandy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, little brother, anything is fine.”

“Yea. I’m good with anythin’.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why wouldn’t I?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I put it on you?”

“Obviously.”

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

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

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

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

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #peachpigshipping #peachpig #monkenoodles #monkenoodleshipping #pigsy #sun wukong #monkey king #monkie kid sun wukong #monkie kid sandy #sandy #MK is in here too but for like a brief second #I was going to end it when Mk appeared but I wanted to mention Wukong with a courtship bracelet of his own #sandy is a great wingman change my mind #I’m working on the other prompts but I am absolutely vibing with this ship rn #my fic

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yen-doodles · 2 years

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Another late fic! More shadowpeach because their slowly eating my brain lol

Also small reference to @animemoonprincess 's giggle glow au, I really liked the idea and I kept thinking "what if the glow can be caused by chemicals similar to what is released during laughter?"

It's basically just me self-indulging myself hehe

Karaoke Dream - Shadowpeach fic

Macaque sighed. This was going to be a long night.

The shadow monkey couldn't remember how, but he had somehow been dragged out of his apartment to go out with the gang. Macaque regretted ever taking them to his place with every random or uninvited visit, the most annoying, and totally didn't make his day secretly better, were Wukong's; MK at least texted him some kind of warning.

"C'mon slow poke! I know you're centuries old but that doesn't mean you have to go at a grandma's pace" Mei teased, managing to be the fastest of the bunch even as she walked backwards.

Macaque rolled his eyes, walking even slower out of spite. With the many super powers and vehicles at the group's disposal, they had chosen to walk instead. The darker monkey had kept to the back of the group to keep some distance and to avoid their insistent chatter.

Though he admits he mayhaps be slowing down the rest of them by his pace, the grandma comment was a little unneeded.

"That was uncalled for y'know" he stated, grumpily glaring at the girl infront of him.

Mei chuckled, smirking in a way that almost seemed like a challenge, "why? Are you cranky because you need to take a nap grandma?"

"Why you little -" he half grumbled under his breath, his tail swishing across the ground in an agitated manner, before picking up his pace to catch up with her.

The dragon horse girl continued to tease the shadow weaver, throwing a playful insult at the other every so often. The rest of the group stayed out of the twos reaching, watching in amusement as they bickered. They knew it was all in good fun so they weren't worried.

Eventually the two had grown bored of the back and forth, deciding to call a truce.

Macaque had taken to walking next to Mei once their chasing had subsided, too lazy to slow his walk to reach the back again. "I'm appalled by how horrendous your manners are dragon girl, you should learn to respect your elders" he said, putting on a false expression of seriousness and offense but a playful smile threatening to break through realized his true intent.

Mei fake gasped, placing a hand on her chest to further convey the message, "how rude! You have truly forsaken me grammy."

The darker monkey rolled his eyes again, this time in a more joking way. "Here I thought 'grandma' was the worst you could've said, I've been corrected" he said, dripping with sarcasm.

Mei snickered, smirking once more. "Would gran-gran suffice better for you then?" She asked, sounding proud of herself. Macaque winced, his face looking one of disgust "no, just no."

Monkey King, which had spent most of the walk lounging on his floating cloud, had sauntered up to the two with his own smirk on aforementioned cloud. "You're so harsh GG it's almost cruel" the stone monk stated to the other, where upon the other glared at him. Macaque's good eye slightly glowing purple for a split second.

"You are despicable Wukong" the shadow weaver deadpanned but it only caused the others more amusement, Wukong's cheeks radiating a soft golden glow from them as giggled to himself.

MK interrupted any further teasing by making his way to the front, "we're here!" He announced loudly as he pointed towards the sign above them which they peered up at. "Singing Dream" written in big neon pink and blue lights on the sign, making the two monkeys sort of falter.

It has been a long time since Macaque had sung infront of people, he had sparingly sung in his own time but that was the extent of it. He was a performer, sure, but not a singer.

Not to mention he hadn't yet grown accustomed to, well, being on good terms with the heroes. How'd could he know that they wouldn't use this against him somehow? He didn't.

Then there was Sun Wukong. Besides the possibility that he might insult him on his singing, which was wasn't a big worry to him, the darker monkey had noticed the other flinch when realizing it was a karaoke place. Furthermore, he could hear the sage's heart beat beating irrationally against his chest, his tail flipping anxiously against the cloud. Something wasn't right.

Macaque glanced at the other in concern. Before he could will himself to say anything, Wukong spoke up. "What's the hold up guys? Let's go on inside!" He said while nervously chuckling to himself, wincing at how forced his own voice sounded.

Wukong started walking forward into the karaoke place, the other group members following suit. The shadow monkey had raised his hand slightly to reach out for the other monkey but let it drop to his side as went in.

Though he noticed a brief exchanging of glances between Monkey King and MK, which seemed to calm the mentor's nerves. He sighed softly in relief to himself.

The interior inside the building looked nice, being furnished rather well. They were shown to their private karaoke room which was kitted out with a small stage that had different coloured lights and seating area. This seemed to calm the sage more, his heart rate lowering to it's normal pace.

Soon enough the singing began, whoever decided or were volun-told to sing went up on stage while the rest remained seated as they listened to the person–or people–before cheering. The loudest cheering always going to Sun Wukong.

First had been MK and Mei. They had chosen to sing "Wannabe" by the Spice girls, with added dancing. Clearing showing off to the rest of them.

Next was Red Son, having been volun-told by the two young adults, begrudgingly going up on stage. The two had pick a song when the demon wasn't looking and had to sing "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" by Whitney Houston. Though a little squeaky at points, Red had done an alright job; it wasn't easy to go up against Whitney.

Soon after came Tang and Pigsy, the two had scrolled through the song until they came to one that the scholar seemed particularly happy about. It turned out to be "A Whole New World" from Aladdin.

Pigsy had briefly debated with Tang to do something less "cutesy" as he chose to put it, though lost massively.

Tang sang fairly well, sing Jasmine parts while the chef did decently while singing Aladdin's parts. Pigsy remained red for the duration of the song, standing awkwardly next to the scholar as he sang along happily.

The song finished, Tang bowing proudly as the others cheered, and the pair began to make their way off the stage and back to their seats so the next performance could commence. Before they could however, Sandy brought them back onto the platform. Having been captivated by the two's performance, he had wanted to join the fun.

They looked to the others to make sure it was okay to go again after just going, Mei deciding to join them as well, they got the green light and over to the machine to pick a song. The four picked "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen since it had enough parts for everyone and was also just a classic.

Macaque had been content with staying on the large sofa, seating himself in a corner far from the others. Pigsy, Tang, Mei and Sandy sat around the other corner while Red Son, MK and Monkey sat in-between. Sitting closest him being Wukong.

He had been minding his business, for once, fiddling slightly with the ends of his scarf when the two young adults appeared in front of him.

The shadow monkey glanced up at them confused, raising an eyebrow at their particular-ness, the two's sardonic smiles making him a little uneasy. "Wha-" he started to say but was cut off.

"It's your turn Macaque" the friends said in unison, having an unusual intimidating aura around them.

The darker monkey promptly shrank a bit under their glaze, feeling as though he'd been sent to the principal's office. "I think I'm good actually, yeah, I'm not all that big on singin' ya see" he stated, hoping it'd make them back down. It didn't, not even in the slightest.

"Don't fight it Mr. Captain of the theater kids, just climb on stage" Mei said, holding out a mic to him.

Red Son scoffed as he glanced over at the shadow weaver, "the two didn't accept me saying no and, rather forcibly I might add, pushed me onto the platform. I'd just play along unless you want the same fate Six-Earred Macaque" the demon deadpanned.

Macaque sighed, grabbing the mic out of the girl's hand, accepting his fate. "Fine" he said to the two friends' joy, standing up to step onto the stage.

He went to the machine to pick a song but found one had already been picked. "Why is one already picked?" He asked the two, knowing they were behind it. They laughed. "We'd thought you might go for an easy song to get it over with, so we picked one for you that makes you actually try" the dragon stated matter-of-factly.

The darker monkey groaned but pressed play on the screen, the robotic voice reading out the title before the actual music started to play.

"Now playing: 'Use Somebody' by King of Leon"

Macaque's eyes held a determined glint in them as he readied himself. If they wanted him to sing then he will, and out show all of them.

Drums and guitar filled the room, back up vocals accompanying them. He took one final breath to steady himself while he wait for his queue to begin singing.

"I've been roaming around, always looking down and all I see" his voice was soft, angelic almost. The group of hero sat in shock before becoming enamored by the shadow monkey's performance. They hadn't suspected him to actually be able to sing, well, except for Sun Wukong.

The two monkeys were once close friends, as the others knew, they had seen the rise and the fall of one another.

When they were little, before the idea of greatness or adventures outside of Flower Fruit Mountain filled their minds, Macaque used to sing to Wukong.

Most of the songs were ones they'd heard from the travelers that would make there way up the mountain, others were ones the shadow weaver had made up. His voice was calming and soothing to the ears, it could even be called pretty.

Even though Macaque had only sung a few notes, Monkey King knew it hasn't changed at all over the centuries.

"Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.." he made sure to put emphasis on certain words as he kept his eyes to the front. He had been semi-familiar with the song, guessing he had heard it on the radio a few years ago.

"You know that I could use some-body" the sound of the drums pounded against Macaque's chest and he feeling of the rush beginning to hit him. Kind he always feels when he performs, when he's going toe to toe with Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong. He could feel the other monkey's golden eyes on him, as though he was the only thing worth looking at. As Macaque prepared for the next line of the song he had a realization, he wanted Wukong to only have his attention on him.

It hurt to be near the stone monkey, but gods did he crave it. He felt so whole with the gold eyes on him, free, safe.

He felt his own eyes being drawn to him, his and Wukong's being put in a trance. And Macaque decided that he was going to do due whatever it took to keep the sage's eyes on him, dive deeper into those eyes, indulge himself in the positive attention the other monkey was giving him so freely in this moment. Turn this performance into an exception for them both, then go back to the script once the last note was played.

"You know that I could use some-body" he kept his eyes on Wukong, noticing how the other's face dusted with a golden blush.

"Someone like you!" He felt his voice become more emotional as the words left his lips. He remembered the times he had needed Wukong the most. When demons had invaded the mountain and burned everything to the ground, when the Great Sage had left him after their first ever fight, after he had been revived...

He resented Monkey King for leaving him, for betraying him, for killing him but he couldn't yearn for the bond and friendship they had. For the love he had and still held for him in spite of everything.

"And all you know and how you speak.." the others had been forgotten, the two monkeys existing in a space that was just for them, "countless lovers.. undercover of the street!"

"You know that I could use somebody! You know that I could use somebody!" The drums started picking up.

"Someone like you!" Macaque belted, his face admitting a soft purple glow as though he was covered in stars.

Music break. The shadow monkey taking a chance to catch is breath.

"Off in the night while you live it up, I'm off to sleep" his voice had become softer, gentler.

Sun Wukong took notice of how the stage lights illuminated the darker monkey, making him look like an ethereal god from the celestial realm. His eyes seeming to shine.

He felt his successor nudge his arm, probably seeing how mushing the king was looking at the moment, but he chose to ignore it. He could deal with the teasing later.

"Waging wars to shake the po-et and the beat" the shadow monkey knew mayhaps was getting too into it but gods it was cathartic! To know, for a moment, that he was being genuine and real. Not only to himself, with Wukong as well.

"I hope it's gonna make you no-tice!" it felt like everything in him was reaching out to Sun, to notice him, as cringey as it seemed, screaming for the sage to see him. Reach out to Macaque like it seemed that the he was always doing for the other.

"I hope it's gonna make you no-tice!"

"Someone like me!" Wukong's gaze felt the sun, warm, painful, yet so inviting. It almost seemed he was going to be burned but it was addicting nonetheless, to be what he was seeing, to be all he was caring about. To have be speechless.

"Someone like me!" Macaque repeated, and Monkey King felt dazed. By the lights, the song, how dazzling his old friend looked up on the stage. The shadow monkey's voice lulling him into a place between soberity and drunkenness, so out of it yet he couldn't be more awake.

He felt him wanting to pull Macaque closer, draw the demon nearer to him, as though he was merely a mirage and would slip through his fingertips like sand.

"Someone like me, some-body!" The shadow weaver repeated again.

Another music break, back up vocal chiming in singing "go and let it out."

If Sun Wukong was the sun, Macaque was the moon. Linked. Dependent on one another, two halves of a whole.

"Someone like you, somebody" the song was soon to end, the two monkeys welcoming yet truly dreading the final lines. Because the exception would be drawing a close. The Sun and Moon rotating out of orbit from one another, the eclipse gone.

Two separate beings, two separate paths. Back to routine.

"Someone like you, somebody" he repeated.

"Someone like you, somebody!"

"I've been roaming around," the darker monkey's voice became softer again, yet his eyes didn't leave Sun Wukong's, "always looking down and all I see.."

The exception to the rule was over.

The others say in shocked mixed with amazement as the last notes ring out. Then slowly, Monkey King stood up clapping his hands firmly together before the rest followed suit. His golden eyes still holding onto the performers, unwavering, momentarily flashing pink.

The shadow monkey stood outside the karaoke place, slumped against the wall behind him.

The group were planning to head out soon, as it was getting late. Macaque had taken the opportunity of the others being distracted by doing one finally song to slip outside for some fresh air.

He sighed for probably the fiftieth time that night. Finally coming down from the rush of him performing.

It all felt like a dream honestly, and from what the monkey expect, that was how it was going to stay. A dream. Wukong would pretend nothing happened in there between them, because nothing is what happened. Or that's what the demon was trying to tell himself, it would be easier to play along with the lie if he believed in it.

Though he couldn't help how his heart pounding at remembering. The heat, the gold eyes, the rush. It felt accelerating.

But it was an exception, nothing more. Nothing at all.

It definitely isn't messing him up at all, not in the slightest, he's completely normal. He's normal because there's nothing that would be messing him up right now.

He heard soft footsteps being placed against the concrete as them came closer towards him, his ears twitching at the sound, breaking the monkey away from his little dilemma.

"There you are! I suspected you'd sneak off when given the chance" a familiar voice called.

It was, of course, Sun Wukong. The cause of his dilemma in the first place.

Macaque rolled his eyes, attempting to act nonchalant, being riddled with both panick and confusion. "What? How else am I going to scheme otherwise?" He asked jokingly. "Plus it's a nice night tonight, be a shame to waste it" he added, shrugging.

"True" Wukong agreed.

The two proceeded to stand there in silence, staring up at the stars above.

Which lasted until the darker of the two decided it was getting a tad uncomfortable. "So, did you need to tell me something or... did you just want to awkwardly stare at the night sky together?" His voice was gentle as asked the question, him considering teleporting home before the other had a chance to answer.

The stone monkey chuckled nervously to himself, his face glowing ever so slightly. "Yeah I uh- wanted to tell you that.." Wukong sounded hesitate, his tail swinging around his feet anxiously. He breathed, trying to relax, "I really liked your performance" Monkey King eventually said.

Macaque scoffed softly, of course that was it, how could it be anything else. "That's it? Gods Wukong, you could've said that to me inside!" He stated, sounding unnecessarily agitated, had he wanted him to say something else?

"Was that you wanted to say or is there something-" the demon monkey began to say but got interrupted, Wukong lacing their tails together as he refused to meet his eyes; blushing gold all over.

Macaque felt his heart crawl into his throat as he struggled to say something, blushing just as much as the other. "So... There is something else?" He finally managed to ask, the sage simply nodding.

Before more could be said, the rest of the group had chosen then to leave out the doors which succeeded in startling both monkeys.

"C'mon lovebirds! I called us a taxi, let's go!" Mei announced as she charged ahead, the others following close after.

"We're not lovebirds!" The two yelled loudly, before joining the rest. Though, as they walked, their tails stayed wrapped together.

The Sun.

The Moon.

Linked together into one.

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