AU belongs to to @emelinstriker and I must say. I apologize.
Warning: suggestive. Or suggests of something more R rated in the writing.
You had given a copy of your rough draft to each of your champions in hopes that they would give you actual critics. Stressing to actually tell you their genuine thoughts as if they weren’t written by you. You would not accept anymore of their praises unless it came with specific critiques. You knew you could do better.
They knew. But they would try their best to give their genuine, totally not biased opinion. They just had to bring up things they thought were…. “Fine” and things they thought could- emphasis on 'could’- be better.
However after a while, Macaque was looking a little….. hotter than the others. Wukong especially noticed the way his tail was moving. What could be getting him so excited? Macaque was certainly engrossed in the story, a pleased yet awed expression radiating off of him. Nezha was starting to get irritated with how much his tail was thumping on the ground.
“Could you calm down? I know Masters writing is wonderful but they told us to to be professional.” The pink champion finally turned to the purple champion. Despite also sharing Macaques eagerness in expressing to the world how wonderful their Master was, Nezha also took his missions (it was obvious he was seeing this as a mission) just as seriously.
“How can you say that?” Macaque turned with an excited smile, “Haven’t you gotten to the first bedroom scene!?”
The entire room went quiet. Deadly quiet.
“What?” Nezhas voice held a tone that Macque wasn’t expecting. His movements stopped, tail froze mid-thwack onto the ground.
“…. What… page are you on?”
Everyone shared the number they had last read, except for one. “I’m at the part with the two headed dragon.” MK answered, holding up one of the earlier pages. This twisted macaques face into confusion.
“…. Dragon?”
Wukong tilted his head slightly. “Macaque. What is the story you are reading?”
The purple champion turned to his sworn brother, and just as he opened his mouth, everyone felt a change in their masters emotions. They weren’t in danger, but they did seem in a panic. Before anyone could think to go to them, they felt their Master approaching the room they resided in. And they were coming quite fast. The door behind them soon slammed open. Even though they had sensed them coming, they were still surprised at the intensity the door had been opened.
Everyone faced their Master, looking quite frantic. Spotting Macaque immediately, walked over to him, knelt down, took the rough draft in his hands, and replaced it with another. “I’m sorry. This isn’t done yet. This is the story I gave everyone. I got them mixed up.” Was all they said before turning around and closing the door behind them.
Everyone remained silent. Macaque slowly turned to his copy and opened the page, gently flipping through them. “….. oh.” He said. Half realization and almost disappointed. “So… you didn’t read the rope scene?”
“THE WHAT!????”
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Macaque would not leave you alone. He was silently begging you with those void eyes of his. He didn’t say a word, but you were certain what he was thinking.
Eventually you let out a sigh and turned to him. “Do you want to read the rest of the draft? It’s not even finished.” It was nowhere near as refined as the adventure story they had given the champions.
He gave an eager nod.
Much later you had spotted him reading it over, and much to your surprise, Wukong and Nezha were by his side, completely engrossed in it. All held a fascination as their faces grew much pinker than they should. You quickly hid, your back met the wall, and slid down to the ground.
“What the heck did you write!?” You heard Mink nearly wheezing. If an ink curse could wheeze.
“….. I kinda…. Like writing a heroine who is…. Dominant.” You heard the ink curse collapsed next to you and fall into a a laughing fit.
“Hold on, hold on, HOW dominant are we talking?” came his teasing grin. You didn't even have to look. The way he said it was plastered in your mind.
You almost didn’t answer, but you were pretty sure macaque wouldn’t keep quiet about it. You slid your head into your hands. “The chains and handcuff scene isn’t all the way finished. I just threw all my ideas into that last page.” Again. The ink curse equivalent of wheezing sounded by your side. You were not looking forward to him finding out about the collar scene. But you. At that moment. Couldn’t even let out a squeak of frustration. Why. HOW did you stack those copies improperly?
To anyone that is more up to date or knowledgeable about the lore of @emelinstriker eternal servants au, I need to know if there I a canonical way everyone became servants! I’ve been wondering if I missed it since I’ve never come across that yet!
nO, but seriously they really need to stop making them monkeys and monsters H O T period. (/jk lol no pls I am practically on my knees right now, whatever you do, so n o t stop and keep those amazing masterpieces going 😫😈)
ESAU belongs to @emelinstriker (also thank you for suggesting the shark week name.)
Red Son finished the last touch on Masters favorite treat, turning to them and watching how they finally revealed their face buried in the counter at the clink of the plate. A uneasy but genuine smile on their face. "Thank you. You're my hero." Came their tired voice. Much more cheery than before. Easing the Red Champion.
Red Son spotted Macaque peering into the kitchen. Wukongs head just above his. His blank but slightly worried expression contrasting Macaques near-to-tears look.
"Is Master okay?" The Purple champion asked.
"Im better." They sighed, somewhat more contently than before. A small smile on their face already easing the champions. They had asked Macaque to give them space while they let the painkillers kick in. But it was eating their comfort food that was helping the most. And they seemed a bit self conscious about how they ate during this time. Like they were worried any of it would get on the champions if they got too close. Did they think themselves a messy eater? Not that any of them would have minded.
"Have you tried putting something warm on where it hurts?" Came Wukongs calm voice. But those who have known him could trace the concern for their Master.
"Mm. I have my hand on it." Their Master responded. But Red Son could hear the nervous twitch of Macaques tail.
"Is Master going to be okay?" Turning, he saw MKs usual blank stare shifting to concern as he poked his head out from the left side of the door opposite to the two monkeys. Then came Nezhas’ hand reassuringly ruffling MKs hair as he walked by. "Master will be alright. They know themselves enough to tell us if they need anything." The Pink champion assured him. Red Son spotted the way Wukong turned and looked at Nezha before he approached their Master. "You took the pain medicine over an hour ago, and you still look like you have discomfort. How long does it usually take for them to take effect?"
"Mm. If I distract myself then... An hour or two?" Their Master mumbled, hiding themselves behind their hand as they tried cleaning up their face. Maybe they felt self conscious in front of them? "I really am feeling better, I just... Dont want to move right now."
"Would it helped if you lied down?" Red Son offered.
"That would just keep the blood from flowing down." Red Son winced. He still remembered that morning, how quickly Macaque went from talking teasing Nezha to turning his head in the direction of their Master before diving into a portal. Nezha quickly went to their master and before Red Son could do anything, MK tugged on his cape and asked what a star meant on their Masters calendar the previous month.
Whatever panic was in him then had immediately drained. Macaque and Nezha looked like their Master was in mortal Peril. The prior had an expression like he had smelled their Masters Blood. Now Red Son knew why.
Ever since then, Red Son had been baking up chocolate treats and anything that he noted their Master had praised as their comfort food. And their Master kept an eye on the clock for when to take pain killers. Their usual schedule had been as soon as they woke up, around noon. And right before bed.
The other Champiosn offered other tips their previous masters had tried during this time. (The ones who experienced this endurance at least) and while Master looked like they were considering some, they didnt look like they were ready to explore anything then. "Thank you but, I think I just need to relax."
No matter how many times they experienced this, they always felt absolutely helpless for their master in these moments.
It didn’t help that it had been so hot they didnt even want to cuddle anyone. And Red Son could clearly see the effects that was having on Macaque.
Master opened their eyes and saw the line of worried faces surrounding them. Macaque and MK peering over the counter, Red Son across from them, and Wukong and Nezha standing nearby. They let out a soft sigh before sitting up. "Really though. Thank you guys. I appreciate it. I really do." And they could feel you were telling the truth. "Hey. Macaque. Why dont you share one of your stories? I get lost in the way your shadows move. I think it might distract me." Macaques face immediately lit up. And he began making preparations.
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They all eventually found themselves with the Master sitting in the middle, MK laying his head on their lap and earning pets while Wukong sat beside them, his cloak placed over them, watching Macaque while Red Son found himself laying his head next to MK. Evidently. Their master had memories of family members laying on their lap. This soothed them.
And Red Son knew this was close to where their pain was. He could tell just laying here, their Masters pain was subsiding. Red Son closed his eyes contently as Macaques shadows changed the scene in a beautiful way. Enjoying this closeness.
"Nezha.” Came their Masters voice, much softer this time, no pain or discomfort. “You know you can enjoy this with us right?" He heard Master call, knowing they were smiling to the Pink Champion they had been wanting to loosen up a little more. The red champion opened his eyes to see the Pink Champion hesitate in entering the room. But eventually did. And Red Son knew their master was holding his hand thankfully. And he very much knew Nezha was happy.
Each champion had a moment of feeling their Masters hand. Petting MK, petting Red Son, squeezing Wukongs hand, and holding Nezhas.
By the end of Macaques play, Master had praised him happily. And Red Son didn’t have much time to move when the Purple champion last and nuzzled into their Master, nearly crushing him in the process.
Recently watched that scene of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. where Rachel and Ross are locked outside their apartment with their baby still inside. Rachel is panicking and Ross is being the voice of reason
Going through @emelinstriker Eternal Servants AU I now imagine that being Nezha in a frantic panic while Mink is just staring at him being blunt as ever while Macaque goes looking for their baby Master fast asleep in a hiding place.
