The Phantom Lord and his army of Ghost Monkeys are bringing in an era of Chaos...
I drew this around 6 months ago - it was supposed to be a colorless doodle (it got away from me) so didn't give too much thought about some stuff, like Macaque's clothes, for instance.
Finally found the time + motivation to sit down and continue to write, and had been hoping to have at least the first chapter of my next planned fic down in early draft form for tonight.
Instead I've started a short fic about little MK and freenoodles.
“Looks like you suck at this even more than I do.”
“About as much as you, actually,” Wukong argued. “But the night's still young.”
Macaque huffed out a laugh.
“'Kay,” he said, “Let's see who picks this up faster. Here's some spoilers: that won't be you.”
“Why don't you stop talking smack and hand over that can?”
“Sure.” Macaque shrugged, throwing the can Wukong's way. “Catch.”
Naturally, Wukong did, stashing it away in the bag, which he closed and slung over his shoulder. He paused to look at the wall, admiring the atrocities they had painted.
“Yep. Terrible.”
Macaque followed his lead, curious to know what Wukong had been trying to paint while he himself had been struggling with the depiction of his mask.
He sucked in a breath when he saw it: a heart - or at least an attempt at one – standing between the two of them in all of its pink glory.
His own heart started to beat faster, his face and ears growing hot as familiar feelings of unbound affection threatened to engulf him whole.
“Let me show you I'm serious about this,” Wukong had told him after he had confessed his love to Macaque in the least convincing of ways.
And he had. He had shown it, proven it, more than once, and again tonight.
Wukong was an okay actor when he needed to be, but he could never fake the intense jealousy and protectiveness he had embodied when confronting the bear demon who had been harassing Macaque with his unwanted advances.
Because he had been jealous. He had admitted as much. This had already done a number on Macaque's poor lovesick mind but, somehow, this crude drawing of a little heart, that silly acknowledgement of the feelings they shared, was doing him in.
He turned around to find the culprit of his current state looking at him, awaiting his reaction with a cheeky grin. That grin only grew bigger at the sight of Macaque's reddened face, who was tongue-tied for anything to say.
And after drinking in the view, Wukong winked.
Anyone weaker would have swooned. Macaque rolled his eyes instead, trying to pretend this was not affecting him at all.
But before he could gather his bearings and regain some real level of detachment, Wukong had crossed the distance between them to take his hand.
“Come on, bud! There are so many walls just waiting for us out there!”
And Macaque was helpless to resist as the Handsome Monkey King brought him along, further into this night of romance and mischief.
[Thanks for reading! These are a few paragraphs taken from a longer fic that I *hope* I'll get to post one day - of course, the final version will likely be a bit different. (In the meantime, you could always check my series on AO3, where this fic will eventually find its way :p )]
