(Lego Monkie Kid) Sun Wukong x Reader
(Requested by SlimyBish on AO3)
In hindsight, Wukong probably should have taken MK’s concerns about giant rats in the city a little more seriously. It wasn’t until the rodent attacked the hero and his friends with an eerily familiar wind that long forgotten memories of sand and darkness were brought forth.
The Monkey King was quick to arrive at the ensuing fight with a secret weapon in tow; the wind resistant pearl he had once borrowed from Bodhisattva Lingji. But, just as Wukong was handing it off to MK, the rat summoned an ominous cyclone.
Sand and wind whirled around him, every lash of his trident stirring the storm stronger and faster. With the pearl, MK was immune but the others weren’t so lucky. Wukong’s cloud rose over the growing tempest, floating him out of range of the attack. Meanwhile, Sandy, Pigsy, and Mei clung to the surrounding rocks and dodged the worst of the airborne debris. Even Tang’s magic had managed to keep the panicking mortal grounded and safe. But when Wukong scanned the battlefield, he couldn’t find you anywhere.
Fear clenched his heart and his golden eyes searched the sky desperately until he finally spotted you; flung high by the squall and falling fast. Without a second thought, Wukong dove into the storm. Wind whipped sand lashed at him in stinging waves but he only urged his cloud faster, praying he would reach you in time. The longer he chased your plummet, the closer the ground loomed until he realized a crash was inevitable. In a final burst of speed, the monkey launched himself forward to snag your wrist. He barely managed to spin and huddle you close, protecting you from the impact that happened only seconds later.
The ground shook and dust plumed around the resulting crater. Shouts of concern carried over the roaring wind as the others tried in vain to reach their downed friends. The rat cackled at his apparent victory over the Monkey King but his triumph was short-lived. Enraged, MK took advantage of the rodent’s distraction and attacked. A quick strike of his staff knocked the rat out cold and finally put an end to the storm.
From the bottom of the newly formed pit, Wukong squinted at the bright, clear sky and winced as he slowly sat up. His clothes were torn and his back ached but his only concern was for the human still clutched in his arms.
“Peaches?” He propped you up on his lap and scanned over your limp form. “Are you hurt? Come on, Peaches, say something.”
For a horrifying moment, there was no response. Then you coughed and blinked your eyes open. “Wukong?”
The monkey sighed in relief and pulled you into a crushing hug. “I’ve got you, Peaches. You’re safe,” he murmured, more to himself than you.
“Wukong?” you repeated but this time, your voice was shaky and fearful. He leaned back to meet your gaze curiously only to freeze when he saw you glancing around in panic.
“Peaches.” Careful hands cradled your face, trying to guide your eyes to meet his with growing dread. “What’s wrong?”
Tears welled up and trickled down your cheeks. “It’s dark,” you whimpered, confirming his worst fear. “I can’t see anything.”
Your hands blindly reached out until they felt the fabric of his shirt and latched on like a lifeline. Wukong could only hold you close as you leaned against him and sobbed into his shoulder, every whimper and gasp breaking his heart further.
For a moment, he was back in the early days of his journey; battling the same rat wielding the same wind that also robbed him of his sight. It had been terrifying, lost in a world of darkness with no escape and now, his Peaches was trapped within the same infliction. But his blindness had been temporary and it was this small, fragile hope that kept the overwhelming guilt from tearing him apart.
“It’s going to be okay,” he cooed, trying to comfort you with gentle nuzzles. “I’m going to fix this, I promise.”
He scooped you up and leapt out of the crater, landing just short of where the others were waiting. They immediately noticed your distress and the clouded color of your teary, unseeing eyes. Shock and dismay rippled through the group but Wukong spoke before their panic could be voiced.
“I suggest you take the rat back to Sumeru Mountain and let Bodhisattva Lingji decide his fate.” He pinned the unconscious rodent with a furious, red-eyed scowl. “Before I change my mind and punish him myself.”
MK nodded in understanding. “We’ll deal with him. But what can we do about…?” he trailed off hesitantly.
“I’m going to take care of Peaches,” Wukong said firmly. “There’s a way to undo this; I just have to ask around and get some answers. I’ll let you know what I find out.”
With a parting flick of his tail, the Monkey King summoned his cloud and took to the sky. It didn’t take long to fly back to Flower Fruit Mountain; the only place he trusted you to be truly safe. Along the way, your quiet weeping had settled until exhaustion pulled you into fretful sleep. It would have been endearing, even adorable, if anxiety wasn’t still crackling under the monkey’s fur. He tucked you into his bed and summoned a clone to watch over you while he left to start his search for a cure.
The rest of the day was spent scouring heaven and earth for any and every lead. It took tracking down the right celestials, gathering every scattered ingredient, and following the complex instructions to brew up the concoction. The sun had long since set by the time he returned to his mountain, cure in hand and hope renewed in his heart. You were still fast asleep and didn’t even stir when he applied the poultice to your eyes. Once he was finished, Wukong sat by your side and waited, praying it was enough to undo the damage done.
It was the early hours of the morning when Wukong was pulled from his melancholy musings by a subtle shift and soft whine. He was alert in an instant, taking your hand between his as you finally woke.
“Hey, Peaches,” he murmured, “How are you feeling?”
“Tired,” you said out after a moment, voice a raspy whisper. “And a little sore.” The monkey helped you sit up and offered sips of water from a waiting glass. Your thankful smile fell into a frown as you reached for your face. “I…still can’t see. Is there something on my eyes?”
Wukong was quick to catch your wandering hand, pulling it close to nuzzle your knuckles in sweet reprimand. “Yes; it’s medicine. I had to ask some old friends for the recipe. But it helped restore my sight before so it should do the same for you.”
The corners of your mouth wobbled a bit before tightening. “How long will it take to work…if it does work?”
“It’ll work.” Wukong’s words sounded confident and sure; he refused to entertain even a shred of doubt. “It only took a night’s rest last time so we can check now if you’d like?”
His question hung in the air, heavy and tense as you mulled over your answer. Finally, you set your shoulders and gave a quick, decisive nod. “No point in waiting. Let’s find out.”
Wukong pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before going to fetch a bowl with warm water and a washcloth. Setting everything down, he took your chin in one hand and wet the rag with the other.
“Just hold still and keep your eyes closed. This should only take a moment.” Then he set to work, dampening the dried pumice before gently wiping it away bit by bit. His movements were slow and methodical, careful to clean around the delicate curve of your eyelid and the soft hairs of your eyelashes that fluttered under his gentle touch. Finally, the last of the medicine was removed with nothing left to delay the inevitable. Wukong set the cloth and water aside and took your face between his hands, smoothing his thumbs along your cheeks.
“Alright,” he said, hope and fear racing through him in equal measure. “You can open your eyes now.”
You hesitated for a moment, nose scrunched and brow furrowed. Then you sighed and slowly squinted against the dim dawn light. Wukong watched warily as your gaze shifted aimlessly around the room. But when you finally met his nervous stare and smiled brighter than the rising sun, his worries faded like morning mist.
Sheer relief flooded through the monkey, overwhelming the fear and guilt still weighing heavy in his chest. Wukong didn’t even realize he was crying until your joyful expression fell and your hand pressing against his damp cheek. “Wukong, what’s wr–?”
“I’m sorry,” he blurted out. Leaning forward, he pressed his forehead to yours, tears still falling in an endless cascade. “I’m so, so sorry Peaches. This was all my fault. I should have listened to MK sooner and dealt with the rat myself. I was supposed to protect you; to not let you ever get hurt. But I failed. Can you ever forgive me?”
You smoothed his rumpled fur with gentle caresses and brushed his tears away. “It wasn’t your fault,” you assured your monkey. “It was a surprise attack and I don’t think anyone was expecting a tornado; especially one that causes blindness. Besides…” You leaned back and coaxed his golden eyes to meet your fond gaze. “You did protect me; you caught me when I fell and found a cure when I couldn’t see. So thank you, for always being there and taking care of me when I need you, Wukong.”
For a moment, he could only stare in stunned silence as your gentle words soothed his guilt. Tears were still shimmering in his eyes when he finally managed a small, brittle smile. He pulled you into a sudden hug, peppering featherlight smooches over the lids of your healed eyes before placing a last, lingering one on your lips. “I’m just glad you’re safe and sound now,” he sighed, relief woven in his quiet words. “From now on, I promise to do better and keep you safe no matter what.”
You smiled and caught him in a proper kiss. “You always do.”
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