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Hi! I’m Nilo, and I’m a writer and artist! I got into LMK and now everyone else has to deal with my brainrot :) I write character x readers! Please be respectful in my ask box and the things I Will and Will Not write! I will write angst and fluff! I am currently debating on NSFW as well but that has yet to properly be decided. But for now, only angst and fluff. I will try to tag spoilers if I remember! 

I WILL NOT WRITE FOR THE FOLLOWING: • Nezha (I do NOT want to cause discourse. I’m here to write about funky monkies and their friends, not start a war) • Peng (love their character, cannot write them) • Yellow Tusk (same as above) • Jin/Yin (I love them but I cannot write for them bc im dumb) • Most Minor / Background characters.

- dni: proshippers, lolicons/shotacons, anti-lgbtq Hope these are understandable! Feel free to request- I will also do crossover requests! So, for example, a Mei x Garchomp!Reader- just as an example. Have fun, and feel free to request!

[simpinformonkies]

I am absolutely THRIVING for your oneshots

Uhhhh sooo as an angst addict may I request a oneshot with MK where the reader gets severely injured (and dies if you’re willing to write that much angst)

I just listened to Little Fall of Rain from Les Miz and it has filed my need for angst

BRO I LOVE ANGST GUHHHH I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANY SO HERE'S SOMETHING I SCROUNGED UP REALLY QUICK! ENJOY!

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WARNING: GRAPHIC DEATH, BLOOD, LOSS OF LIMB. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!! ~~~

MK / QI XIAOTIAN

The first time MK calls and you don't pick up, he just shrugs it off- 'They're probably at work,' he thinks to himself, 'they'll call me back when they get time.'

The second time it happens, something coils in his gut and tells him that something is up, but he just shrugs it off as best he can, ignoring the feeling.

The third time, anxiety settles in the pit of his stomach and insecurities knock at his door like old (toxic) friends. 'Maybe they finally got sick of you~' the voices whisper, liquid poison dripping off their lips and leaving burning, acidic scars across his mind and soul, cutting in his heart with sharpened knives and even sharper words.

The fourth time is the one where you answer-

-but it wasn't you.

No, whoever had your phone wasn't you, and that same ugliness rears its head again, and for the first time, MK calls Mei to get her to use the camera she installed on you (just as she had done to all her friends. MK still finds it creepy, but whatever, it's helpful now) to figure out your location.

Mei manages to ping the location, and MK storms in, anger burning in his gut because someone took the one that was HIS. Took HIS moonlight.

And when MK gets there, he is horrified.

There you lay, in-between crates, missing a leg and left in a puddle of crimson, staining your shirt as scarlet as a spider lilies. Your blood stains the ground, and its not warm when he scrambles towards you to hold your body.

No, you were cold. Frigid, more like.

You died long before he even got there, and MK felt a part of his heart tear apart to nothing but withered, torn scraps. MK could do nothing but hold your cold corpse in his hands, uncaring of how your blood stains his hands and clothes, and sob.

~~~

The day of your funeral is not what MK expected.

He expected the skies to open up and mourn an innocent life lost- the life of his beloved, of his moonlight; the one that hung the stars and kept him down to earth no matter how high he attempted to reach.

But no- the skies were sunny and bright.

Somehow, that just made this entire situation even worse- because of course the heavens wouldn't mourn his beloved. Why would they? Bastard immortals.

Even as the sun beats down on his body, MK stands before your grave, clutching your sweater- the very same you had died in, something he had washed to get out the blood and yet the scent of death still sticks like glue- in his hands, staring down at your newly engraved tombstone.

Something ugly and dark curls and bubbles in his chest, and MK's lips wobble weakly, tears burning his eyes even when his gaze sharpens like a newly polished sword.

"I'll avenge you," MK promised to himself, voice nothing but a whisper, yet carrying through the air, "I'll find who took you from me, and I'll take everything from them."

And that was a promise that he was going to keep, no matter what.

[simpinformonkies]

Hi~ can I request an Ao-Lie x fem reader?

Where reader’s a gentle mom friend to the gang who loves singing.. but she’s also fiercely protective and can absolutely kick Demon ass..

Perhaps she’s a Kinnaree? If not then, maybe just the daughter of a heavenly spirit of music.

Cute fluffy little, Ao-Lie fell first but reader fell harder, perhaps he first meets reader while she’s dancing and singing “Solder, Poet, King” to a group of local children.

OKAY FIRST OFF I LOVE AO LIE,,, LEEK BABY,,,

secondly, I want to apologize to everyone about HOW LONG its taken me to write- I wrote a 8k oneshot and it fucking got thrown into the shadow realm by tumblr when I saved it as a draft, and I still haven't recovered. So if this is worse than my other ones, apologies :(

Anyway~ onto the request!

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AO LIE

-The first time Ao Lie met you, it was by pure accident- he had been leaning against the railing, watching you dance and entertain the children when this clumsy dumbass falls over the railing and right on top of you.

-Poor guy almost died of embarressment.

-...At least the children found it funny.

-Still, you couldn't be mad at him (definitely not because he was motherfucking Ao Lie, son of Ao Ji, the Dragon of the West, and an member of the Great Pilgrimage. Nope, definitely not why you're not mad at him), and accept his bumbling apology with the grace and dignity only a Kinnaree can possess.

-(If Ao Lie squandered that grace just a little bit by falling on top of you and essentially squashing you, whatever, no one but yourself, him, and the children that witnessed it happen have to know.)

-(But knowing the kids, they'll blab about it before the day's over. Dammit.)

-From then on, Ao Lie comes to every one of your performances, watching you dance along the wind to the beat of the music with a grace most celestials could only dream of possessing. (And if he happened to slip and fall a few times, well, he could just say he was falling for you.)

-(Which he is, but still.)

-Sometimes, Ao Lie watches as your sleek, jade-colored glitter and gleam in the rays of sunlight, and it genuinely seems like a ethereal light shines off your body with every twist, tap, and sway- chasing away the darkness and leaving only warmth in his chest.

-Or maybe that's just him... still worth it.

-However, not every day is so bright and full of sunshine, and there comes a day when it starts to shower heavily, to the point where you have to wait it out, standing impatiently under the bridge waiting for the downpour to slow to a drizzle.

-It doesn't look like it'll stop anytime soon though, so you're screwed either way.

-Ao Lie is walking past with with a oil-paper umbrella, and stops to stand before you, the umbrella shielding his body from the harsh downpour.

-"You know, I don't think you'd like to get your feather wet," he'd giggle, sleeve covering the lower half of his face while you huff, "No, I don't."

-"Then would you like my umbrella?" He gestures, smiling, emerald eyes twinkling, "I think you'd make more use of it than me."

-You blink owlishly at that, surprised by the offer, but when he doesn't rescind the kind- and, quite frankly, needed- offer, you reach out to grasp the handle of the umbrella-

-Only for a bolt to strike down from the heavens onto the umbrella right as you grasp it, shocking both of you, hair and feathers singed and limbs twitching.

-...As stupid as it was, the situation made you laugh at the utter absurdity of it all, and Ao Lie joined in, his laughter just as loud as your own.

-Somehow, that day left you both closer than before, and anytime the dragon would beam at you as bright as the sun, your heart would hammer in your chest, and sometimes you even slipped while dancing and trip over your own feet.

-(And, against all odds, Ao Lie's joyous laughter and adorable snorts made every fuck up worth it.) ~~~

[simpinformonkies]

Saw on your rules that you don't write for Nezha just letting you know you are so based for that! People can be rabid :/ I am wishing you so many lovely flowers of your favorite type, a warm blanket to snuggle under, and your most favorite comfort food.

[simpinformonkies]

Hi are you still taking request?

Sure am! just been busy due to irl stuff recently

[simpinformonkies]

WODOAXOWOXKWKC HI HELLO DIDNT EXPECT TO SEE YOU

[simpinformonkies]

Question… do you write for Ao-Lie?

He’s quickly become my adorable blorbo and my little meow-meow, but it’s so hard to find fanfic authors who write for him.. 🥺

FUNNY YOU ASK THAT! He's a newer character I'm writing, but I'm definitely writing for him!

I actually have a request I'm working on that includes him so :)

[simpinformonkies]

how about a red son and mk (separately) x reader where reader is a really famous idol but also has to deal with a stalker?

GOT YOU FAM ---

RED SON

-Red Son loves you a lot, and while he knows you're an idol, you always try to make time for him.

-He knows your fans can be a little... much, but he had never assumed one would take to deal with following you.

-Like, follow you every day kind of follow.

-And you didn't tell him. For weeks. Just because you didn't want to "worry" him!

-HE'S ALWAYS WORRIED ABOUT YOU DAMMIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN???

-The only reason he found out is because he was at your house when the dude broke in and tried to steal your things for his 'shrine', and Red Son incinerated the man right then and there.

-Afterwards you told him what's up when he explained the situation, and Red Son grabbed you and forced you to sit in his lap and watch movies while he cooked you dinner.

-No one is allowed to do anything to his beloved.

-NO ONE.

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MK / QI XIAOTIAN

-DUDE MK WOULD BE THE MOST SUPPORTIVE BOYFRIEND EVER; HE'D COME TO EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR SHOWS AND DO THE IDOL DANCE WITH THE GLOW STICKS.

-(Either that or just hold five in each hand and wave them around like he's at a rave party. He's letting out his inner Porty, leave him alone.)

-But let's be honest, MK is kind of dense sometimes and doesn't really notice things all to often, so he wouldn't really know anything's wrong.

-He'd just be all smiles and enjoying his date with you as the day passes by, while you cling to his arm.

-Then how would he notice? He would leave you to get you some food and drinks, and he would come back to see a guy grabbing you and trying to force you closer as you fight to get away.

-MK apologizes for the waste of food, but he doesn't care when he's punching the man who disturbed his beloved, sending him crashing into a wall.

-MK promptly picks you up, throws you over his shoulder and uses his staff to hop over buildings before stopping at his place and asking you to explain what happened.

-That's when you break down and explain everything, and MK just get sad and protective; he'd hold you gently, kissing your forehead, and promising to beat the shit out of anyone that ever does that to you again.

-He tells Pigsy and Tang about it, and those two alongside your lawyer slap a restraining order on the offender, and MK then goes to your shows- not just as support, but as a bodyguard.

-(And if he gets to be backstage and smooching you up before and after your show, well, who cares, right?)

[simpinformonkies]

Hiiii I love your writing! May I request some MK and Wukong who are their normal selves until the reader gets threatened/hurt/captured/idk and they go absolutely ballistic

DUDE I FUCKING LOVE MK SO MUCH HE'S LIKE MY FAVORITE MAIN CHARACTER NEXT TO LLOYD GARMADON AND AANG... BABY....

I got you bro

WARNING: SEMI-GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF BLOOD AND VIOLENCE! THERE ARE ALSO SPOILERS FOR S4 SPECIAL! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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WUKONG

-First off, Wukong loves you so fucking much that it physically hurts him sometimes. Not in the 'oh im in pain', but more in the 'heart repeatedly struck by cupid's arrow'.

-Or maybe that just makes him a simp, idk

-Wukong definitely takes you nice but casual places- be it quiet but quality diners, a picnic in his hidden grotto, a field of flowers to relax in (read: a field that he uses so that he can nap on your legs and cuddle you while basking in the sun)- just the whole nine yards, really

-So imagine his indescribable rage when he finds you've been kidnapped, and later follows your scent (he has it memorized by this point, plus he scents you, its obvious that he can find you) to see you getting attacked by demons, your clothes ripped and fresh wounds that drip droplets of crimson to the beautiful flowers and green grass below, staining them red.

-And just like that, Wukong fucking lost it- he flew off the handle so hard that his mind blacked out, and he only 'came too' when the demons were half dead covered in their own blood, his hands and claws stained the very same crimson.

-As soon as Wukong came too, he's checking you over worriedly, careful not to aggravate your wounds further.

-He didn't even notice his glamours dropped until you said something, and before he could even attempt to slip them back on, you cup his cheek and tell him how beautiful he is, both with and without the glamours.

-You even smiled, "Your eyes really do gleam like rubies and gold, huh?"

-Wow, way to catch his heart again, damn.

-...Wukong stops wearing glamours around you, dropping them as soon as the two of you are alone, and he's always cuddling you in some way or form.

-He will not lose you again.

-He refuses too.

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MK / QI XIAOTIAN

-First off, let's get it out of the way that MK is the most loving and sappy boyfriend ever, who is either rizzing you up or being controlled by his anxiety. It depends, really.

-He's always doing the most basic but sappy couple stuff, and despite how cheesy it all is, it's genuinely flattering.

-MK is also incredibly protective of you- he tries not to control you with his protective instincts, and let's you do as you please because you're his beloved, and you deserve to do as you please.

-You're both adults! It's fine! He can handle this!

-He cannot.

-It's post S4 when MK gets notified of a demon causing problems, and goes to take care of it when he sees who the demon has as a hostage.

-You. Chained up, with ripped clothes, deep cuts, and teary eyes.

-Oh, MK fucking loses it.

-He goes full monkey at the drop of a dime, and is scratching and punching the villain (the bastard) that dares hurt his beloved.

-MK is a merciful hero that loves to help!

-But even HE has a limit to his compassion and mercy.

-Once the villain is gone, MK picks you up and just... holds you in his arms, hissing and just staring people down if they come anywhere near you- his tail curled around your leg and puffed, eyes slit and ready to attack at any given moment.

-It takes nearly an hour to get through to him, but when you do, you're treated by Sandy as MK sobs in your lap about not protecting you well enough, while you simple pet his hair gently, careful not to tug or snag on his hair as you stroke it.

-MK... is a lot more protective of you from then on- but he doesn't force himself into your activities. More so watches than anything else.

-If it keeps you safe, he'll do whatever he needs too.

[simpinformonkies]

Can I request a Redson x Calm!S/O reader, who's his partner in crime and a powerful earthbender (cause they keep him grounded) please and thanks.

Sorry this made me laugh so hard when I first saw this ask, the joke broke my sense of humor im so sorry. Anyway, here ya go!~

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RED SON

-The first time he met you all those years ago, he thought you were just some weakling human that decided to piss him off, but you just raised a brow at his behavior and slammed your heel on the dirt, slamming a pillar of stone and dirt into his gut and sending the Demon Bull Prince flying off.

-Oh, he was furious at the audacity.

-But just as much, Red Son was interested; humans don't just control an element as well as you do. It was like the earth itself was your sandbox that you did whatever you wanted with; be that helping people, growing plants, or destroying his Bull Clones.

-After a while though, people just kept demanding things of you, and you just... kind of got tired of it. So what'd you do?

-Why, go to Red Son and ask for a partnership of course!

-Why? You have no idea; you just hated being demanded things of by people that don't even respect you.

-Red Son at least respected your power, even if he also hated you.

-Baby steps people, baby steps.

-So you commit crimes with Red Son, being like that silent soldier in the background that the heroes never notice until its too late and you're already attacking them. You always had Red Son's back, and stopped the worst of his injuries from happening.

-Especially from MK. Sweet kid, but a little much sometimes.

-Ya know that meme of 'the demon lord having a sweet tiny spouse, but the spouse being scarier'? Yeah, you're much scarier than Red Son is, because while he's always angry and yelling, you're sweet and kind that can flip on a dime if the right buttons are pressed.

-Anyway, you're Red Son's "rock" essentially, being there for him through thick and thin. This means you're very close to him and following him every day (or, alternatively, he's always following you, even around the council but acting like he's the one guiding you. His mother thinks its adorable.)

-After confessing to each other (in which Red Son acted like a total tsundere the entire time, let's be honest), you constantly do little stuff with your earthbending to show how much you love that. Whether that be making statue of a heart on 'fire', or doing little stuff to make him happy or his workload easier.

-Housespouse™

-Red Son often gives you gifts that mainly consist of gems (as a homage to your element of earth) and always does romantic things with you while attempting to act nonchalant or cool.

-Keyword being attempting.

~~~ BONUS:

-Your 'scary' side came out when Azure and his goons attacked the Demon Bull Family, attempting to seal away the others. You send shards of earth flying at Peng, aiming for his wings (and hitting them in quick succession) before earthbending binds and pillars at Azure in hopes of defeating him.

-Unfortunately, you forgot Yellow Tusk exists, and he bound you with magic, and then you were sealed in the scroll of memory.

-(And if that happened to make Red Son so angry that his flames sparked a brilliant blue, then only he and the brotherhood would know such secrets.)

~~~

Hope you enjoyed this!~

[simpinformonkies]

YO may i have some hc about wukong and mac having an so whos a good fighter but is also hella clumsy? :P

Of course! I'll do my best! For this, I used a Fem!S/O! These are a... wee bit graphic violence, but just a little.

Wukong

-When he first met you, it was because MK was wanting to introduce him to Tang's cousin (who acted like an aunt to MK).

-Imagine Wukong's surprise when MK pulls him to an underground fighting arena and points to a woman throwing fucking hands in the ring, matching punch after punch with a man three times her body mass.

-"That's auntie!" The boy had told him, pointing to you just as you slammed your boxing gloves against the opposing man's jaw, flinging his body against one of the four quadrant poles. "Isn't she cool?!"

-...Wukong was a little scared of you to be quite honest, no matter what MK said- you just seemed like a scary woman! (It was baffling that you were related to Tang of all people.)

-Then MK pulled him into the waiting room and called out your name while he pulled at his mentor's sleeve, and you perked up from your water bottle and brighten considerably when your eyes catch MK. You stand and move to walk towards him-

-only to trip over your own feet and slam your face into one of the metal seats, breaking your nose.

-It was really hard to fear you when you were that clumsy outside a fight.

-Given something to hold? Uh oh, butter fingers!

-Trying to get from point A to point B? You trip over your own feet upon taking the first step.

-Trying to eat with chopsticks? Good luck.

-Wukong found it genuinely difficult to fear or be wary you due to your overwhelming clumsiness, but the one time he saw it fail to appear is one he won't forget.

-MK had been fighting a demon that was playing tricks and being an asshole, and almost broke the poor boy's ankle, and you threw yourself into the fight and started wailing on the opposing demon with your lips curled in rage and eyes mere pinpricks.

-Wukong took care of MK with the others, but he was openly gaping at seeing you grab the demon's arm and just start slamming him down on the ground from side to side as if he was a goddamn children's toy.

-You finished it by smashing your fist against the demon's jaw and breaking it, the sick crunching of bone echoing through the air as the demon's body is thrown back against the wall, slumping pathetically as you stand across from him, breathing heavily with blood and bruises coating your knuckles.

-Wukong found that so absurdly attractive that it wasn't even funny.

-Then your personality flipped on a dime, and you turned to rush towards MK only to trip on a stray rock and faceplant.

-...Yeah, Wukong was in love.

-And if he asked you on a date the following week, with your favorite flowers and a box of chocolates and looking so damn nervous, you didn't mind.

-And if you just so happened to say yes to his proposal of dating, well, that's business between the two of you.

-(Except not really, because god forbid secrets be kept when you're dating the Stone Monkey himself, and the 'aunt figure' to the main crew.)

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Macaque

-The first time Macaque met you was when he stole food from your house, and it was only thanks to his sensitive ears and the whispers of the shadows that he managed to dodge your punch that shattered your counter like glass, your eyes glowing softly in the dark and a scowl curled on your lips.

-You kept trying to wail punches on the monkey demon, narrowly missing since he was just a little bit faster (well, a lot faster, but he was curious about you), and he only managed to slip away unharmed and with plenty of food when you slipped on the rug and tumbled to the floor.

-Macaque had a good laugh about that for days.

-Somehow, you ended up amusing him, and anytime he needed (or, well, wanted) food, he would just shadow-port to your home and steal it, making sure that you were home when he did it just to piss you off more.

-He honestly just wanted to see you trip on something stupid again, the bastard.

-But weeks of this same schedule, this same song and dance weighed on you, and you just decided 'fuck it' and didn't even attempt to fight the invading monkey demon anymore, merely rolling your eyes whenever he attempted to catch your attention.

-...Didn't mean you still didn't trip around your own goddamn house like a newborn fawn just learning to use its legs.

-Except you were an adult, and this is embarrassing.

-Anytime you'd see- or, god forbid, hear- him laugh at you, you'd flush red and grab the nearest object to throw at him, uncaring of its value or how breakable it is- you just wanted one clean fucking shot on that bastard monkey dammit!

-It wasn't your fault you were clumsy! It was your stupid body's fault! You were lucky to train the clumsiness out of your fights, but it seems like anytime other than that its 'Let's fuck up this dumb bitch's day and make her look like a failure' day.

-...You had insecurities, so what? You're an adult, you're allowed them.

-Months after meeting Macaque- and practically letting him crash at your place, because he's like a stray cat at this point and you're too tired to kick him out- you find him fighting some imp demon, and while he didn't look in trouble, Macaque was holding his side, crimson leaking through his fingers.

-You threw yourself at the demon as quick as a lightning strike, and tussle with the creature, slamming your fist against its upper stomach and crunching its ribs, and sending an twirled axel kick to the side of its head before grabbing Macaque and running towards your apartment while the demon was down and dazed.

-Once inside, you almost tripped again but managed not to (huge success on your part) and push Macaque to sit on the couch while you riffle around the bathroom for your first aid kid. Who cares if Macaque is a demon that heals quickly? You're going to bandage him up weither he likes it or not dammit!

-You wrap the cloth around his wound- pointedly ignoring looking anywhere else- and spit curses both at him and the demon, your words lacking any real bite (well, bite towards Macaque), but the shadow monkey is just silent, his tail swaying gently behind him- the motion slow. Thoughtful.

-Somehow, that event of beating up a demon for him and bandaging him up just made Macaque move into your house, and now you're not only rooming with the monkey demon, but dating him.

-Yeah, you have no idea how this happened either.

[simpinformonkies]

hiiii niiiilllooooooo

howzabout a wukong or macaque x celestial monkey reader? :3

I FUCKING GOT YOU FAM! I'll do Wukong for this one.

WUKONG

-He came to a random island when he was younger to steal some fruits for his master during the journey (Tripitaka had complained about being hungry) and had been about to swipe a crisp, red apple when you came barreling towards him with sharp claws, fluffed fur and bared teeth.

-You were a Celestial Primate- one of the only four in the world- and were pissed to find Sun motherfucking Wukong on your island- worse, he was attempting to steal YOUR FOOD!

-You wanted nothing to do with the monkey, not after his 'havoc in heaven', and practically told him as such, words spitting pure, undultured poison at the other monkey.

-But, you were not heartless, and allowed Wukong to leave your island unharmed... only to realize, hours later, that the bastard monkey stole your damn apples! you were furious, but let it go- it wasn't like you'd be seeing him ever again.

-Too bad you were wrong- that annoying simian came back every few years just to mess with you, and it pissed you off every time he did it. One moment you'd be lounging around on your beloved island's beaches, and the next, Sun Wukong would be causing mayhem somewhere closeby.

-In general, Wukong was being a annoyance and menace.

-What a shocker! Not like he's like that all the fucking time or anything...

-Can you hear the sarcasm?

-Anyway, you dealt with him for centuries, and while you found he was still very annoying, you... stopped having your words and insults hold so much bitterness and bite- you were tired of being an asshole to this simian, it just wasn't worth it. Nowadays, if he annoyed you, you'd just smack him with your tail and go on about your day.

-Some days, you'd even find yourself wishing that he was on the island- especially when the boredom kicked in- but you'd just shake your head and swat the thought away as it was a fly.

-But damned if that thought wasn't as annoying and unkillable as a fly- somehow, your brain would always come back to thinking of Wukong, it was driving you crazy.

-Nevertheless, you just dealt with his antics with a fond roll of the eyes and a swat of the tail, and it stayed like that for decades (centuries? You don't remember, time is an illusion).

-Then came the time- just a few years before Wukong would find his 'successor'- that Wukong started leaving things on your island. From shiny necklaces, bracelets and rings, to following you around on your island, to even laying down on the beach with you when you go to soak in the warm sun, running his fingers through your hair and untangling any knots you find.

-This went on for a few weeks before the whole thing hit you like a freight-train.

-'This is courtship,' you'd think, blinking confusedly as the situation settles itself in your mind, 'Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, is courting me.'

-'...And ya know what?' you lean into his hands, smiling as they gently cascade through your fur, 'I'm okay with that.'