Can i request angst prompt with these Dialogue/s: "are you satisfied now?" and/or "will i see you again?"
In LMK, where Meng & Meihua are hanging out in city, then Meng spot a familiar person and his dog, she introduces Meihua to Meng's new friend, Yang Jian and his dog Xiaotian. You can decide whether Jian joins the girls' hangout or not, and either Jian or Meihua pretends that they didn't know each other or not?
Meihua is straight up, not having a good time here.
Hope you enjoy!
Angsty Writing Prompts D22: Glamour and Mall Outings
SFW, Platonic, Angst, Slight Familial, Slight Romance, Stone Monkey reader
LMK
Meihua had checked in the small pocket mirror for what felt like the tenth time already, making sure her glamour was correctly placed and was passable for a mortal human woman. She didn’t usually break out the human glamour, but Meng had invited her on an outing to the mall with a friend of hers. It would be best not to attract so much attention or explain the whole “Stone Monkey” business to some stranger.
Younger Meihua wouldn’t have bothered with this too much.
Present Meihua was just cautious.
The older woman smiled once she saw Meng’s face in the crowd, dragging someone over—
Oh.
Oh…
Oh dear gods no…
Why him…
Meng dragged the tall man over with stars in her eyes. “Hey! Yang Jian this is Me—”
“Mimi!” Meihua blurted out and thrusted her hand out in an awkward handshake. She smiled nervously and ignored the flips her stomach was doing once their hands touched.
The man simply nodded. “It’s a pleasure to meet Meng’s mother.”
Both women jumped a bit at the comment.
“Oh no she isn’t—”
“She’s not my mother!”
Yang Jian looked at the women over again. “Really? Well then, my apologies, but the two of you do look quite similar.”
The glamoured monkey let out a nervous chuckle. “We get that a lot. But I am just Men Men’s friend and one of her mentors.”
The man looked over at the younger girl and just went along with the lie.
Meihua pulled her hand away quickly before turning to Meng. She was going to have a talk with this young lady once this outing was over. The girl seemed oblivious to the look the older woman was giving her and instead started droning on which places to visit first in the mall.
A wet nose poked Meihua’s hand. The woman slightly prayed to every good deity she knew that Xiaotian wouldn’t rat her out. The last thing she needed was to ruin Meng’s day by nearly levelling off the city.
Yang Jian’s eyes raised seeing his loyal hound take a few sniffs of the woman’s hand and immediately begin to cry and beg for belly rubs. “He usually isn’t like this.” He commented as Meihua immediately began cooing at the dog.
She chuckled. “I’m good with animals.”
“C’mon you slow pokes! Lets go!” Meng exclaimed before dragging both older adults into the building.
Hopefully Meihua could keep up this human act for a few hours more.
Gods only knew how much she could actually keep from him… even after all these years…
…
…
The outing itself was rather pleasant.
Minus the thick tension the older adults had. Something that Meng noticed a couple stores in but decided to brush it off as the two of them just adjusting and easing their way into an adult friendship.
At first, Meihua, or as she went now as ‘Mimi’, was constantly looking at Yang Jian with a weird look. She constantly tried to keep her away from the man and gave off those nervous laughs that sounded a lot like Monkey King’s nervous laugh.
Yang Jian was his normal stiff self and only seemed to lessen once Meng was there to ‘mediate’ the tension. The only time his façade broke for a bit was when Meng had forced them into a photo booth together.
The successor was going to make copies of the goofy and nervous looks the two gave each other.
The sun had finally set when Yang Jian and his dog had to leave.
He extended his hand out to shake, Meihua did so hesitantly. The man ignored the random flip he had in his stomach. “I’m guessing I will be seeing you more then?”
The woman froze as she let go of the hand shake. “Excuse me?”
“Will I see you again, I mean.” Yang Jian explained.
Meihua dumbly nodded as the man moved to say goodbye to Meng. The women watched as the man and his whining dog walked into a cab and drove off. The successor turned to the stone monkey to ask what she thought of the man but was shocked to see the human glamour slip off and a tired look to grace her face. Meihua gave a tired smile before wrapping her arm around the girl.
“Let just get you home kiddo.”
“Meihua… are you okay?”
“I’m fine Meng.”
“Are you sure? Was the outing too much?”
The monkey gave a weak laugh as she began guiding the girl home. She never responded to her question. Meihua gave one final goodbye to Meng once she entered the noodle shop before transforming into a bird and shooting into the evening sky. She didn’t stop flying until her feet touched the sandy beach of the mountain.
Meihua just knelt on the ground and hugged herself tightly. Too many emotions were clashing together. She just gritted her teeth together and let the tears fall onto the sand.
Just one quick cry would do her well.
Quick enough so the monkeys wouldn’t worry.
The last thing she needed was one of them to snitch her onto Wukong, or worse, Magnus.
Meihua when she realizes that Meng's new friend is her ex-- mentor/friend/maybe something else??
Sun Wukong/Reader || 4 times + 1 time || Takes place throughout S1 - S3 || No Warnings ||
Sun Wukong was always a man who wanted to be the center of the world. He was, and still is, a cheeky simian whose chest puffed up with every compliment and handed praise. You could point out such a simple feature about him and watch his head inflate, which is why you chose to ignore his company.
You've heard all the stories about Wukong thanks to Tang and MK reading those books about the Journey to the West almost every day of the week. It didn't help that Wukong became a new staple in MK's life, so that also meant he would tell those same stories and new ones to the people who circled him with glee. In no way did you want to associate with the embodiment of a storm. He was carefree and persistent, reaching higher for every podium he landed on. While you walked on the road from Point A to Point B. You dug your heels in concrete as the Monkey King flew over you.
Was it annoying to you when you wanted to enjoy a bowl of noodles? Yes it was, but it was easy to ignore. After all, there were enough people who wanted the Monkey King's paws stamped onto their forehead to never wash off. He wouldn't be THAT desperate enough for approval, right?
And that line of thinking was the first mistake you've ever made.
Incident #1: Pigsy's Noodles
Your first mistake was thinking that Wukong had enough attention to inflate his ego. Clearly it was your fault for thinking he wasn't being given enough.
A week goes by and you're back in Pigsy's Noodles. You're finally relaxing after finishing work and were drooling at the thought of a fresh bowl being served to you with vegetables and savory broth. You walk into the restaurant to greet Tang and Pigsy. Tang is sitting in his designated spot by the barstool area, lifting his head up from his book to greet back, and Pigsy leaning by the register with a plastered smile.
"How ya doing, kid? Busy day?" Pigsy sympathizes as you slump in your barstool.
"Busy doesn't even begin…" you yawned, placing your cheek above the island.
Tang sets his books down and turns to face you. "You really need to take a break from work. I've been telling you to do this for weeks but you're pretty… How do I put it?"
"Determined." Pigsy completes, turning to the open kitchen. "Ain't nothing wrong with a bit of hard work 'cause the ending results are worth it."
Tang shakes his head. "Easy for you to say. You're all about hard work, Pigsy."
Pigsy lets the statement pass, walking over to you with a fresh bowl of noodles. He grins as he watches you break your chopsticks and slurp down.
Pigsy gestures at you to Tang. "And that's why reactions like these are always satisfying." and the scholar merely shakes his head playfully. Just as Pigsy walks back into the kitchen, the bell above the door rings out, alerting the restaurant of a new customer.
Enter Sun Wukong, donning a hoodie over his head, sweatpants, and sunglasses indoors. You don't take notice as you're too busy inhaling your noodles like a starved animal, but Tang immediately inhales heavily, almost choking on air.
Pigsy hears the commotion, pacing back to the front. "Tang, what's got you in a—oh. Hey there, Monkey King." he gruffs.
"Pigsy!" Wukong cheers. He sits on the stool beside you. "How've ya been? How's work going?"
Pigsy snorts and crosses his arms. "It's been slow today, but fine. If you want a bowl, it's gonna take a minute."
"I've got all day." Wukong smiles. He then turns his head and sees you chewing your food, unaware of his presence. "Hey, I know you! You're one of MK's buddies."
"Mhm." you hummed, swallowing before picking up another batch to blow on.
Wukong pouts, turning on his stool to lay his elbows back on the island. "I saw you here last time. You know, I don't really see you around MK and the others, why's that?"
Your noodles hover near your mouth and you mutter, "Busy." before you place the noodles in your mouth. You're a little irritated that they cooled too much.
"Makes sense, but with what? I'm assuming a job, I mean, that should be the obvious answer. So, what do you do?"
Normally any sane person would see a person eating and wait for them to put their food down before speaking, but not the Monkey King. He's continuously trying to get to know you while you're eating your meal after a tiring day. You felt like your short responses should have been a clear warning, yet he continues to talk about how he taught MK about practicing patience. Wanting the conversation to end, you let out a low growl as you swallowed another batch of chewed noodles and veggies.
"Huh. Say, if you'd like, I can teach you a thing or two about patience." Wukong teases.
The sound of cracked chopsticks sounds out. Tang hears a metaphorical crack sound out in the quiet restaurant and utters out a quiet, "Oh boy."
"Pigsyyyy," you groaned. "can I take my food to go?"
The pig demon looks disappointed, but sighs as he grabs a large plastic container and bag from the cupboard. He takes your bowl to pour your noodles inside, closes it with a lid, and wraps the container inside the plastic bag, finally coming over to hand it to you.
"Make it home safe. Hope to see you when you're not busy."
"Thanks, Pigsy. I'll try to come over again this week." your fingers hook the bow of the bag and hop out of your stool, waving goodbye to Pigsy and Tang. When you walk past Wukong, you don't even spare a glance, but he sees the quick eyeroll you do as you leave the restaurant.
"SERIOUSLY!?" Pigsy barks out at the simian.
Wukong laughs nervously while Tang shakes his head with disapproval.
"Not our great first impression, but things'll come around, right?"
Incident #2: The Museum
The second mistake was thinking you would be safe in a public area; Wukong was, and still is, a famous person. Thanks to technological advancements, it was easy to see people post sightings of him and bring attention to the location he's in within minutes. The amount of photos you've seen of him on your timeline is astounding. If you were Wukong, you knew it would be impossible to walk outside your house without a single person knowing who you are. After all, he came to Pigsy's with a simple disguise just to eat. The only time he would be able to sit comfortably was in places that were slow and Flower Fruit Mountain.
But Wukong wasn't on your mind today (besides earlier, but shh). Today would be your day. At the museum!
Tang was the one who suggested it. He's been there so many times that he has the layout memorized in his head. You may have teased the bookworm for being able to do so, but it was out of the kindness of your heart. Still, he sends you the link to the website, even sending you money for a ticket.
“Courtesy of your wisdom master, Tang.” he said as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
You walked inside the museum and immediately awed at its size. Not for long though, you had to display your ticket before entering, shimmying your way in like a kid sneaking a peek for a present. The inside was astonishing: pristine with a lack of dust, and many of the artifacts inside were covered by sturdy glass behind velvet rope. There were a LOT of security guards as well.
Well, better than the worst happening. You wouldn't want another Redson and Demon Bull King incident happening again.
Speaking of DBK, there's a recent area dedicated to his past and current incident. You begin to walk through, able to pinpoint specific items that Mei had rambled to you over the phone with images included. You even saw the pair of sneakers he and Redson had taken from that livestream. Ah, the memories. You still remember the day when MK came back to Pigsy's Noodles and retold how he defeated DBK. You unknowingly had a smile on your face as you stared at the shoes behind the glass case.
"Oh, hey, that's DBK's shoes!" a familiar voice points out. You immediately feel your smile drop.
"Hey, Monkey King." you dryly replied. You look over and see Wukong in the same get-up as before, sunglasses now covering his eyes.
"Didn't know you'd be here. What's up?"
"I came to the museum. Alone. Emphasize on alone."
"Yeah, but that gets boring after a while! Come on," he wraps his arm around you and pulls you next to him, "we can be field trip buddies! You and me, huh? Huh? I have infinite wisdom on this subject." he waves his arms in the air as if to display and you look up. He begins to walk into the Journey to the West section.
Of course.
You're forced to enter. Wukong spends the moments ooh-ing and ah-ing at the TVs displaying slideshows of art from the late Ming Dynasty. He was aggressively pointing at the written sutras that were restored and were described to you by Wukong himself. He would go on about how the gods helped him and the group during the Journey to the West, the demons that threatened to eat Tripitaka for the power of immortality—sometimes sprinkling in facts about his haydays before being trapped under a mountain.
He lets out a bitter laugh. “That was not a fun time, believe me.”
“I’m sure. I can’t imagine my nose itching and my hands stuck in stone.”
“UGH, I don’t even wanna THINK about that feeling! It was so horrible!” and on, and on, and on.
Sure, you were sympathetic, you really were, but you’ve heard this tale throughout the years you’ve known MK. If you wanted a refresher on the topic, all you needed to do was say the Monkey King’s name and watch the delivery driver snap his neck at you and pull out his entire bookshelf of the Journey to the West.
For a moment, you thought you saw him focus on an image of the JTTW group longer than any artifact in the museum, but he quickly looked away from it to giggle about the Kingdom of Women (you admittedly allowed a huff to go through your nose without him noticing).
That was the only enjoyment you had with him. The rest of his "tour" was just him repeating the same stuff you've heard MK and Tang talk about numerous times from the book.
"Pretty great, right? I mean, who else could retell the story of the Journey to the West in such detail?" he smiles proudly and chuckles.
"You think I came to the museum by myself just for you to come explain to me about the artifacts with physical descriptions on display? What’s the point of coming here if you were just gonna repeat the same thing?"
Wukong's smile twitches. "Well, that... uh… I mean, I thought a guide would be good! An experienced one at that!" his hand combs through his hair, riding up his glasses and dropping the hood on his shoulders.
"Oh my gosh, it's the Monkey King!" a random man pointed at the monkey.
"Shoot. Hey, I…"—YOU'RE ALREADY NEAR THE EXIT???—"Hey, wait!" Wukong tries to reach out, but is blocked by fans beginning to circle him.
He watches you turn back to him, roll your eyes, and exit the museum. He's not able to react as his fans continue to surround him.
You stand out on the sidewalk and begin to plug your earphones in your ears. So much for a ‘me’ day. You sighed as you made your way to the parking lot in search of your car.
Incident #3: Flower Fruit Mountain
The third mistake was solely MK's fault and you still bring it up to this day because yes, MK, you don't just leave your phone at home and ask your friend to bring it to where the Monkey King lives.
If it wasn't obvious enough, MK somehow forgot to bring his phone when he launched himself to the mountain with his staff. It truly baffled you how he couldn’t go three seconds without it, yet manages to forget the thing about an hour after he left. It took the power of astral projection and a heart attack for him to plead with you to bring his phone to Flower Fruit Mountain. Something about him being “Too busy training with the Monkey King.” and, “Don’t wanna to lose my flow!”.
"Why not ask Mei?" you questioned the projection.
"She's touring people at her estate today."
"Sandy?"
"Therapy session."
"Pigsy?"
"At said therapy session—now you're just making excuses at this point, come on! Besides, you know how he is!" MK says.
"Tang?" the two of you stare at each other blankly. "Why me?"
"I know your work schedule. That, and you texted the group chat that you would be off this week."
UGH!
So you relented, getting in your car and driving to the mountain by yourself. You even decide to plug MK's phone into the charging port to give him extra battery life. Seriously, Tang couldn't take the time to do this? (You knew he couldn't; his legs would be jelly by the time he got there, no matter how strong of a fanboy he was.)
You've never been to the mountain before. It would have been fine if it were MK asking you to come—he's the sole exception, being your best friend and all—but Wukong would be there because he, you know, lives there. It's safe to say that these first few impressions of the Great Sage haven't been favorable to you. You sort of missed when you heard stories about him rather than experiencing them yourself. And you hated to admit it, but it was slightly humorous. Charming, even. Not in a way that would bring you closer, no. It was like watching a random kid prepared to do something cool—when the reality of it was the fact that they were about to faceplant into the dirt.
It takes a good amount of time to reach Flower Fruit Mountain, the sun beginning to make its way down the horizon. You had to leave your car behind to trek up dirt and stone paths all the way up the waterfall where Wukong's seal was placed. It should be open for you… MK said the seal should allow you to enter without being thrown out. You're able to jump through the waterfall without being dampened and continue walking towards—
BOOM!!
—the training area.
MK lands on his feet, landing in a hero pose to stop him from gliding out of the invisible arena.
You keep your distance on the stairway and wave. "YO! MK!"
MK jolts and turns to you with a smile, waving frantically. "HI, [NAME]!"
A figure materializes behind him with glinting eyes.
MK blinks, looking back to dodge the drop kick Wukong had planned for him. The ground below his foot leaves a cracked dent in the rock. MK wastes no time in swinging his staff to prevent his mentor's punches from reaching his face—SWISH—and fails to land a hit on him. You swore you heard a faint chuckle under Wukong's breath.
You watch as Wukong's tail darts towards MK's ankle and wraps around it.
"Uh oh." MK shrieks as he's tossed up in the air.
Wukong jumps and lands a heavy kick to his head, sending MK back down to the ground with a heavy boom. The monkey lands, his tail swishing smoothly. He turns to you and grins, placing his hands on his hips.
"What'dya think of that, huh!?" he panted.
You shrug. "Good job?" and see his tail fall down.
Meanwhile, his pupil crawls from the hole with his eyes shut, his outfit now dusted in dirt and grass stains. "I fell for that trick again!" MK whined. He opens his eyes again, jumping out happily at the sight of you. He runs past his mentor, who turns back to see MK glomping you.
"Good to see you, too." you pat his back and wait for him to let go, then reach into your pocket to pull out his phone. "I charged it on the way over here. You really need to keep track of stuff better."
MK swipes the phone from you and hugs you again. "THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! Hoo boy, I owe you a TON of favors, [Name]!"
"You owe me nothing…" you turn away before looking over your shoulder, "Except my favorite drink from that one spot in the city."
"Wha—no! Come on! That drink is super pricey!"
"It's ten bucks and is made with good quality ingredients." you almost drooled imagining the drink alone as MK whined again. You shake the thought off and pat his shoulder. "How's training going?"
"Uh—great! Awesome, even! Monkey King's training has been SUPER helpful."
The latter comes next to the young adult and messes with his hair. "Yep! Kid's been flying with passing colors. Top student if I say so myself."
That actually gets your attention. Your eyebrows jolt up for a moment in acknowledgement. "That's… good. Mk's been taking breaks, right?"
"He—"
"YES!" MK interrupts. "Yes—I've been taking breaks! I promise. I swear on my life. Cross my heart." he makes an 'X' over his chest with his pointer finger. Wukong nods.
"And you've been handling the... incident well, right?"
An unspoken stare between you and MK is easy for Wukong to decipher.
After all, the Lady Bone Demon was no ordinary villain of the week for his successor.
The delivery driver then smiles at you. "...I've been good." he says. You continue to stare at each other for five more seconds before your eyes shift back.
"Okay, I trust you, MK. But, uh, yeah… good work, you two." you take your turn in rubbing MK's head, "Buy me that drink and we'll call it even." you say as you make your way back to the gate. The two men watch as you leave before Wukong looks at MK.
“Okay, that was way too close. We’ll be taking a break now.” Wukong whispers to his pupil. MK is moody, head hunched down at the thought of spending his hard earned money.
Wukong chuckles. "Chin up, bud. Tell you what, I'll get the drink for them."
"You'd do that for me?" MK whimpers.
"I mean, I got tons of money lying around, so, yeah." Wukong scratches the back of his neck. The moment MK bolts hugs him, his arms are already wrapped around the young adult.
"THANK YOU! You're a life saver, Monkey King! My wallet is crying tears of joy!" MK practically sobbed to his mentor.
"No problem, kid." Wukong pats the top of his wailing student's head. Wukong looks back down the path you were walking and freezes in place when he realizes you had stopped to look at them. It was safe to assume you had witnessed the conversation in its entirety. What surprises Wukong… is the small lift on the corner of your mouth. The light from the sunset shimmers the edge of your silhouette, making you and your surroundings more delicate.
The moment passes when you turn to continue your way down the mountain. MK is still sobbing and praising Wukong for saving him an extra ten bucks, but Wukong is barely paying any attention to the words he was spewing, his mind has already burned the view of you glowing by the sunset with an approving smile.
It was enough to make his heart stutter.
"Say, are we actually taking a break? I need to catch up on Mei's messages." MK waves his vibrating phone in front of the simian.
"Uh—yeah, go ahead." he hears MK squeak out, 'Yesss!' before sitting criss-cross on the ground next to his leg. "Say, kid,"
"Mm, yeah?"
"Your friend, [Name]… have they been alright?"
MK hums. "I think so. They've been busy these past few weeks since—" MK pauses. A visible drop of sweat rolls down his forehead. "HAHA—since we beat the Lady Bone Demon and her lacky! There's nothing to worry about—we're all in Coolsville!"
Wukong squats down to the floor with an arched brow. "You're not as slick as you think you are, kid."
"Who's to say…?" he replies, shaky. Wukong's tail lands on MK's forehead and pushes him to the floor. Wukong is able to catch the phone before it lands. "Oughhhh, mysoremuscles…"
While his student continued to groan on the floor, his phone repeatedly buzzed with new messages. When he looks down, he sees they're coming from you.
[ NAME ]: Listen. I know that LBD messed you up pretty bad… and I know you're training, like, any other day, but don't overwork yourself, MK
[ MK ]: i promise im not.. You dont need to worry too much
[ NAME ]: Still. Go to Sandy if you feel overwhelmed. It's what I do
[ NAME ]: He's a good therapist
Incident #4: Sandy's boat
As much as you enjoy your job and its pay, times get stressful, and that's why you've decided to go to the water demon. The big softie was kind enough to let you set appointments anytime you were ready to crack. You'd drive over, talk over some tea, do breathing exercises together, then say your farewells before driving back home.
Mo would sometimes participate in these get togethers, stretching his body out on the couch and hopping into one of your laps to nap. It was hard to notice when you were in a deep state of meditation, but it was worth the heavy purring you'd hear when you would scratch his head after the session.
It's a very soothing experience, really. Sandy's home always had the scent of incense and the sun's rays shone through his window perfectly, giving you the faint warmth from the outside. He always catered to your needs every time you came over.
You want to de-stress from work? Tea and meditation.
You just want to rant? Background music, snacks, and a cat of your choosing.
You want to vent about your place in this world? Tea, incense, meditation, and a good talk.
Sandy was always prepared with something and you were grateful for it.
Right now, you're stretching your arms up after a meditation session. Sandy begins to pick up the empty tea cups and plates from his coffee table.
"Here, lemme help, Sandy." you reach for a cup, but it's immediately taken from you.
"Please, you're my guest. It's my job to clean up the mess." he smiles (and you're almost blinded by his wholesomeness). Mo meows at you from the couch, making you walk over and glide your hand over his head, causing him to push his head up to your palm (and you're almost close to dying from cuteness aggression). Sandy places the dishes in the sink, carefully running water over them.
"Thanks for listening to me talk about what happened. I didn't want to stress out MK or the others about it." you said.
"It's no trouble at all, really! It took me a while to process it, too. I can tell MK's still thinking about it. He's practically avoided the subject all together. I'm worried for him." he turns off the sink and begins to fill his kettle with fresh water. "You did tell him to come over whenever he's feeling down, right?"
"I did. I didn't get much of a response from him about it, but I hope he took it to heart." you give Mo one last pet before walking to the door. "I'll keep you posted if anything comes up. I'll see you around, Sandy."
"See ya! Oh, there should be someone by the door. I almost forgot he was coming today."
"Oh? Who is it?" You open the door and freeze.
Wearing his usual out-in-public outfit, Wukong stood in front of you, hand prepared to knock. You swore the gust of wind played a role in keeping things less awkward.
It did not help.
"Heyyy, [Name]!" Wukong chuckles. "Didn't expect to see you here."
"Likewise." you cross your arms.
Sandy walks up behind you and smiles at Wukong. "Monkey King! It's great to see you, friend!"
"Hey, Sandy! I'll be in there in a bit, I wanna catch up with [Name] for a sec."
"Hehe, alright." Sandy politely moves you from the door and softly closes it, leaving you outside with Wukong. You're… still not used to how easily strong the water demon is.
It's quiet for a moment. Then, Wukong asks, "You come over to Sandy's sessions, too?"
"When work's too stressful, yeah. Other than that, I come for the tea and snacks. And Mo."
Wukong chuckles at the last bit. "Yeah."
"Why do you come here?"
His smile drops but reforms. "Ahh, y'know, even the king needs a break from it all sometimes.It’s my first " you continue to look at him, causing him to glance away. You don't relent, moving in his line of sight. He flinches, then ducks his head away. "I just need a break after everything. Y'know… LBD."
The Lady Bone Demon.
It was only a few months back when she had nearly taken over the world. While your friends were out there preventing the end times, you were finding refuge in the city. It was a very stressful time and it took the request of Sandy—and getting professional therapy—to get through it.
Your eyebrows pinch, giving a look of genuine worry. "I can't blame you for that. The Lady Bone Demon really did a number on us. You and MK didn't take it well especially. I still haven't either."
"You're still affected by it?" he asked, shocked.
"I don't have powers like you. Or MK. Or Mei. I'm a normal human, Wukong, with a job and bills to pay. No descendent from back then. If I can't be on the field, the least I could do is make sure no one was swept in LBD's ice."
"I can't imagine…" he trails off.
You realize how tense your body was and relax yourself. "I'm sorry. I'm genuinely not blaming you, but I think it's still an open sore. I'm glad you're getting the same amount of help as I am."
Wukong guilt remains in full display, tail curling behind him. "No. A lot of the blame is on me. I know you were worried about the kid."
You don't know why that struck a cord.
"Of course I was worried for MK. For anyone as a matter of fact." you pause. "I get scared too, Wukong."
An admittion; a metaphorical hand that reached out to the Great Sage.
And he takes it.
"I always took you for the strong one." he says. "Kinda like me."
"…We look strong for those we care for so they don't worry or… make us look good to them." you glance away. Wukong does the same, tail curling again.
The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, fearful of his mirror. He hates the cracks but continues to stare. The revelation has you sympathizing with him and his persona. Nights past 1 A.M. made you realize that you and Wukong were kind of one in the same, people who hid their true selves underneath, putting up a front to protect them from the natural causes, and to appear as someone who had it all together. Underneath laid a soft shell that could only be exposed through a safe environment.
"Well, don't let me keep you waiting." you pull your keys from your pocket and circle them around your finger.
"Before you go," Wukong takes off his sunglasses and puts them in his hoodie pocket, "thanks for bringing the kid his phone last week."
"Uh, no problem?" you shrugged. "I was just doing him a small favor."
"Yeah, but… It's about the integrity of it." Wukong slides his hand down the side of his face. "Okay, I'm stalling."
"Stalling?" you repeat.
"Okay… this isn't about MK… or the phone. I know I haven't been giving you the best impressions of me and I wanna fix that. So you're not impressed with my tricks, big whoop, but I can't be a part of MK's life if I can't even get along with one person who’s known him a majority of his life."
Your expression shifts. "And why did you think your fancy tricks would work on me?"
"Everyone likes tricks. They're fun. Awesome!" he expands his arms out, and you push them back down to his sides.
"And sometimes they lose their magic when you've experienced them enough times. I can recite the story of The Peach Festival without the book in my hand. Can you imagine that? Hearing it enough times to the point you can memorize it bit-by-bit?"
"I cannot imagine it. That must sound awful." Wukong robotically says. You don't catch it thankfully, too busy ranting about it for another minute. This would be an awful time to admit that he has read the book enough times to memorize it bit-by-bit as well…
You hunch over and sigh before lifting yourself back up. "Okay, seriously, I should head home. I think Sandy will be disappointed if your poured tea has gone cold." you begin to walk back to your car before Wukong calls out.
"Before you go, can I, uh, get your number?" he lifts his phone out of his pocket and waves it. "Can't be buddy-buddy if there's no way to contact you."
He sees you hesitate, glancing away from him while giving your keys a single twirl in your hand.
“MK’s been taking breaks during training, right?”
“I’ve been enforcing them.” he immediately responds. No hesitation or second to think, straight. You remain quiet for another moment.
Just as he's about to make a joke to kill the silence, you slowly walk back to Wukong, pulling out your phone.
Wukong's tail swings behind him.
Incident #5: Flower Fruit Mountain (…again.)
[ Monkey ]: R u free tofay?
[ Monkey ]: *today
[ U/N ]: After work, I should be
[ U/N ]: Why?
[ Monkey ]: I wanna hangout today
[ Monkey ]: Consider this a friendly get together
[ U/N ]: We had a friendly get together two days ago lol
[ U/N ]: If there's nothing more I need to do today, I'll come over
[ U/N ]: I'll let you know when I'm by the waterfall
And then he left you on read.
Well, he did react to your message with a smiling monkey emoji, so he really didn't.
When you clock out of work, you send a text that you were on the way and make the drive all the way to Flower Fruit Mountain. By then, the sun had already vanished from the sky, leaving you to use your phone's flashlight. No matter how many times you've been here, you weren't going to risk yourself slipping on a wet rock and ruining the rest of your day. You reach the waterfall and unlock your phone to text Wukong of your arrival.
The moment the message is sent, the sound of the barrier rings out, parting the waterfall's way to spotlight the Monkey King with his hands on his hips. He's absolutely gone all out tonight, wearing sweatpants and a stupid Monkey Cop t-shirt while you remained in your work uniform.
"You finally made it!" he chirps as you hop through the waterfall.
"Grace my presence, Great Sage." you grin. Wukong gasps, pinching the baggy sides of his sweatpants to lift up like a dress.
"Forgive my insolence, O'Wise one!" the two of you laugh. He gets up and waves his arm. "C'mon, I wanna show you something."
It doesn't take long to walk the steps up to his estate. Where he would usually take you to his home, he takes a different path for you to follow, guiding you up a hill with vines and bushes on the stone path.
You glance behind, watching your usual hangout spot shrink in the distance. "Where are you taking me, Wukong?"
"Relax, we're almost there."
As vague as that statement was, you continue to move tree branches from your face and follow him up the mountain. True to his word, he stops and waves you over to show you where you would be. A large cliffside that had paper-colored lanterns lined near its edge, lighting up a fur blanket on the floor and its various items that laid on top of it. It was surprisingly hospitable, thought out more than his home below.
While you're busy at the sight, Wukong walks over to the blanket to pick something up and bring it back to you. It was a drink, the same one that he told MK he'd pay for a few months back.
"Shut. Up." you take the drink from his hand and take a savored sip. Wukong laughs as he watches your shoulders deflate in bliss.
"That drink can't be THAT good." he takes the drink back and takes a sip of it.
He pauses.
Then, he takes another sip.
Then another.
You swipe it back. "I thought it was for me!?"
He cheekily smiles and leans back, shrugging his shoulders up. "Come on, take a seat." he brings you over to the blanket and plops you down, doing the same. Wukong then opens a plastic bag. The paper lanterns gave you enough light to see the sweat inside of it.
"I figured you'd be hungry down the line, so I picked up some dumplings before you made it over here." You set your drink down as he opens up a styrofoam container full of fresh dumplings. He then hands it to you. "That one should be yours. Made sure to get the ones you like."
"Dude, c'mon…" you gave a bashful grin, taking the container.
"Was I supposed to let you starve the rest of the night? Who do you take me for?" he tuts as he opens his own container. He licks his lips before plopping a dumpling in his mouth. You're about to eat your own before you glance down the cliff, letting the poor dumpling drop back inside the box.
Over the cliffside, you could see the dotted lights of Megapolis from afar. Not only that, but the stars above you were as clear as day without a cloud in sight. It felt as though you could just reach your hand out and pluck each one alone. Wukong notices, placing his container and coughing.
"I think you figured out why I brought you up here." he jokes.
"It's so much clearer up here." you said. "Megapolis is great and all, but—"
"The light pollution doesn't give you a view like this, huh?"
"No. It doesn't do some city people justice."
"Well, we aren't 'some people'." he playfully bumps you with his elbow and winks.
You glance at him, then back to the sky. " I'd still count myself as 'some people'."
"How come?"
"I'm still normal… in a way. I still don't have powers. I don't fight as much as the group. I just go to work and hangout whenever I can. When I am involved with monkey business, I tend to be on the sidelines. I'm not as great as—"
"AP-UP-UP! I'm gonna stop you right there." he lays his hand out in a stop motion and puts it back down. "Didn't you tell me that you helped citizens from being trapped in LBD's ice when they were too scared to run away? That's just as great of a job. That takes a lot of bravery."
You set your container down. "Well, that's different. You're powerful and I'm not."
"Anyone can be powerful under circumstances. If this is some kind of negative feeling towards 'destiny', that shouldn't count." he crosses his arms and stares out to the cliffside. "Take it from me. And even if destiny made you powerless, doesn't that mean you retaliate by helping people make you more powerful than destiny itself?"
Your mouth opens before closing. You retort by taking a dumpling from your container and savoring it. Wukong barks a laugh and tosses his own dumpling into his mouth.
"You don't give yourself enough credit with stuff like this." he continued after swallowing. "Do you know how many times MK, Mei, Pigsy—everyone has asked about your wellbeing after a battle? It's the first thing that pops up after a victory. They care about you so much, [Name]. A-And I'm on the same boat, too! Like, I've always wondered, 'How does a person like you not give up in times like this?'. What drives you?"
You swallow your dumpling and contemplate. You look down at Megapolis again.
"I won't be around as long as the others. Our group, they come from a long line of people. They're a part of each other, but me? From what we’ve seen, I’ve got no magic ancestor or a great, great, great, a thousand times-great grandfather.” your finger flips the container’s lid up and down, “The most I can do is leave my name for people. That they'll know me for who I was. Even if my life is 'boring' to those who don't pay attention to what I do, like you guys, I still play my part, just like you said."
Wukong is left staring at you with an open mouth. Then, he chuckles. "You're a lot stronger than I thought you were."
A small smile appears on your lips.
"I'll be here for a long time. I promise to take care of things when you aren't around."
You look back at him. "I know."
The city of Megapolis lies below the mountain, and you remain on top next to Wukong. The rest of the night is spent eating dumplings, sharing your drink, and swapping stories.
…
…You may be wondering: Well, how is this another incident if nothing went wrong?
And the answer to that was: This moment made you realize you had a growing infatuation with Sun Wukong. And, unfortunately, you don't think ignoring him was going to help you any longer.
Maybe this was what he strived for with each leap. A challenge that dared those opposed to him.
Perhaps it was time for you to take on said challenge and find yourself next to him. A silent chase that neither of you know what it will lead to. The only thing you could think of is who would reach it before the other.
Who would be determined enough to be in pursuit of something greater?
Angst prompt request with LMK Meng & Red son, you can add characters/buddies if you like?
With D8, 22, and/or S6, with comfort route. Maybe When Red son 1st time kidnap Meng and had interactions?
Red Son has some complaints.
Hope you enjoy!
Angsty Writing Prompt S6: First Kidnapping
SFW, Platonic, Mention of injuries, Pre stone monkey reader
LMK
Meng couldn’t believe this was happening!
All she wanted to do was get some snacks for next week’s movie night and the next thing she knew someone hit her hard in the back of her head and was tied to a chair. She immediately tried struggling against her restraints, but the ropes were exceptionally tight and rubbed her wrists raw. Whoever tied these knew what they were doing.
“Struggling is useless.” A voice rang out in the empty room. Red Son made his fiery presence known with a dramatic entrance. Meng could only stare at the son of the Demon Bull King.
“Yes, it is I, Red Son! And I have captured you in order to get your brother’s staff! And once I get it, I will use its powers to make this entire realm tremble!”
He sneered at the slightly shaking woman. He would have thought she was ignoring him, except her wide glossy eyes were trained on him. A small part of him felt uncomfortable, but he buried that feeling deep down.
Now it was time to wait!
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“Do you have any snack?”
“What? No!”
“Okay, just asking.”
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“…Is red really your favorite color?”
“No, I just like to wear it because of my name.”
“Really?”
“What—are you dull!? Of course it is!”
“Okay, okay, just wondering.”
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“Will you stop trying to get out of those ropes! You’re going to start bleeding, and I don’t want to deal with you whining.”
“Maybe if you got more softer rope, I wouldn’t be doing this!”
“That would defeat the whole point of tying you up! I might as well have not tied you if that was the case.”
“Will you?”
“I AM NOT LETTING YOU GO! Gods, I swear…”
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Red Son wanted to hit his head against the wall.
It had been six hours!? Six hours and no one had come by to take his bait! Just how!
No matter, he needed to get back home before curfew. His plan would have to wait another day. Red Son approached the girl and burned the ropes off her. She blinked confusingly, rubbing her wrists. “Go home Noodle Girl.”
She blinked. “You’re… you’re just letting me go? I thought you said you weren’t?”
The prince facepalmed. “Yes! Now shoo! I’ll kidnap you when your brother and friends decide your worth saving again.”
The spare successor flinched at the sentence before he vanished in a flash of fire. Meng made her way to the window and smiled a bit as her luck had started to change. A sturdy fire escape was right there and aided her on her way down. It took a bit of walking around before she finally saw some familiar spots and was back home.
Meng walked through the door already steading herself for the inevitable hug tackle.
Except it never came.
Pigsy was finishing cooking, Tang was reading in his favorite spot, and by the sounds of muffled cheers, MK and Mei were upstairs. The chef looked over at the girl and raised an eyebrow.
“Your home late.” He stated.
Meng didn’t have the energy to respond back and just nodded, making her way upstairs. At least she would have if Tang hadn’t suddenly pulled on her sore arm. His eyes were trained on her bruised wrists.
“Meng, what are those?”
“…So, I had a run in with Red Son and got kidnapped—”
Hey u should totally write a fanfic abt tang from lmk it can be short pls im so hungry pls speed i need this
@born2livethruthis gosh i wonder who gave me this ask well here it is amazing gorgeous gf
The library was Tangs sanctuary. Sure, there were no free noodles available to him, but the kmowledge held within the books made up for it.
It was a regular day for him, tell MK a story about ome of Monkey Kings many great feats, eat noodles that were 'free', flee the scene and visit the library. He wasn't looking for anything specific, moreso just wanting to pass his time usefully.
He picks a book, Lao Tzus teachings that he could never wrap his head around and sat by a window peacefully. Not entirely oeaceful thoigh, he seriously couldn't fully grasp at what he was reading. This leisure time ended up with him rather focused, enoigh to not notice you standing near him. You fiddled with yiur hands nervously as his eyebrows only continued to furrow. Finally, you cough into your fist and grab his attention. His head snaos uo at the sound, causing his glasses to slide down his nose a smidge.
"Sorry to disturb you," you offer him a small smile, "I was just curious, do you...often read Lao Tzu?"
Tang could only blink at the question. Even more at the person standing in front of him. With the way you were dressed, it was clear you had the same interest as he, a scholar in the wild!
He shot up, far too excited to fix his glasses and slightly ruffled hair, "Are you interested? Well I hardly say I frequent his teachings but they are one of a kind!"
Your eyes widen at the mans enthusiasm. It wasn't often you found someone who liked reading these types of things so you'd gatehred all the courage you had to ask him. You mentally prepared yourself for a rejection, perhaps even a cold shoulder. Infectuous enthusiasm? That was a first.
It took you a few seconds to respond, "Yeah, I don't really get it but it's fun," his smile widens, "it's pretty rare to find someone else into these thungs so I came up to you."
"Thats great!"
He clasped your shoulders, his grip tight but oddly warm. You could've sworn you saw a sparkle in his eyes. Your eyes dart between where his hands are placed and his ever inching face, "Say, do you like Journey to the West?"
It was your turn for your eyes to gleam, "Oh absolutely, I've reread the whole collection thousands of times, I take it you're a fan as well?"
He blubbers loudly, causing the occupants of the libraey to shush him. You're sure of it, his eyes have completely morphed into stars. He coughs and apologizes, a slight red to his cheeks, "Excuse me for that, but to answer your question it's a solid yes. That book has ingrained itself into my mind. I could recite it word for word if you'd like!"
His volume was but a whisper so you followed suit, "Really? That's wonderful, I don't meet many fans of it."
He smiles and remembers his hands were still firmly planted onto your shoulders. He quickly lets go, face reddening further. He's rather expressive you noted, clearly embarrassed over his sudden outburst and casual touch. In a way, cute, but also in a way comical.
"Sorry, I'm Tang, nearly forgot to introduce myself." He held out a hand for you to shake.
You smiled and gave him your name, takimg jis hand in yours. It was warm for a fleeting touch. The moment he let go something felt missing.
"Well anyways, are you new to Megapolis? I'd remember you if I'd seen you before," he holds his hands up in realization of what he said, "uh, as in because of your attire. That's what i meant."
You stifle a giggle at his awkward demeanor, a very drastic change from just a moment ago. Here you were worrying that he'd be annoyed by you.
"I am. This city is rumoured to be where Monkey Kings staff is after all. It'd be a crime not to be curious."
"Oho, you know of that legend?"
He finally fixed his glasses on his face, a shimmer gleaming from the glass. You gulped. Why'd he suddenly look so serious?
"Legend says that when Monkey King trapped the Demon Bull King under the mountain, he had to use his staff, sealing him away for centuries..."
He was an amazing storyteller. You were completely engrossed in his recounting of how the staff was rumoured to be in Megapolis. You two sat by the window comfortable, knees barely grazing each other. With every mesmerizing word he told, the more your focus shifted to how cute this guy looked. His hair was messy earlier but he quickly smoothed it out again. A few stray hairs still stood out, but you much preffered when it was messy.
"--so, any questions?"
You blink before realizing he'd asked you a question. You quickly shake your head, "Nope, your way of recounting the story makes me feel like I'm seeing it! You've got a talent for this."
"Oh you flatterer," he waves a bashful hand at your sincerity, "I'm just recounting what I've studied."
"You're very good at it," you give him a smile before checking the time, "ah, sorry to cut this short, I have an interview at the museum soon."
You clumsily stand up, careful not to make too much contact with him and he follows suit. You give him a questioning look, "Are you leaving as well?"
"Oh," he itched his neck, "well do you know your way to the museum? I--I can help you is what I mean."
You smile, you seem to find yourself doing that far too often with a stranger you've just met, "That'd be lovely. Thank you Tang."
He nods, ignoring the way his name sounded when you said it and the two of you walked off. He hasn't visited the museum in a while, and it's the nice friendly scholarly thing to do, sending a newcomer off to an interviee in an unfamiliar place. That's why he's doing it. Maybe.
When you reach said museum (after a lengthy conversation on Taoism which once again circled back to Journey to the West) Tang was a little more than reluctant to end such riveting conversation. Unbeknownst to him you'd gladly miss an interview to talk more.
"Wish me luck?"
"Don't worry, you'll ace it!"
He gave a thumbs up as you began to walk in. Your figure was slowly disappearing with a wave and Tang turned to leave. Then, a hand on his shoulder caused him to spin around.
"Number," you pant out, "mine, my number, see you!"
You shoved a piece of paper into his hands and scurry off once more with a much more excitable wave. He looked down and saw a messy scribble of numbers across it. Your number. He holds it and weirdly enough it was warm.
Hello, could i request of part 2 of LMK Erlang & Meihua in Fire of FFM?
Prompt/s: D17, 19, and/or S30, no comfort route. In Erlang's pov during & aftermath of the Fire of FFM. You can also add characters if you like?
Because one POV wasn't enough, lets get in another one!
Hope you enjoy!
Angsty Writing Prompt D19 and S30: Fire of Flower Fruit Mountain through Erlang's POV
SFW, Platonic, Hinted Romance, Angst, Mention of injuries, Stone Monkey reader
LMK
Erlang hadn’t come out of his home for the past week.
Not that he needed to at the moment, he had done his work for the emperor and was free to do what he had been doing prior. There was a small celebration in one of the many courtyards in the palace for his successful mission, but he was in no mood of celebrating anything.
He was staring intently at the scarf in his hands, ignoring his loyal companion who gave an occasional nudge to his side and small whine before eventually sleeping by his side.
Yang Jian couldn’t stop staring at the fabric without remembering… remembering…
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“You could have just left!” Erlang argued, grunting against the harsh blow.
“And you could have at least warned us ahead of time! You could have given my family time to evacuate! Now they are all burning!” She screamed.
The fight started getting closer to the burning mountain as the second wave of fire arrows came down.
In a split second, several arrows had impaled her stomach. Meihua gasped before free falling from her cloud. Erlang’s eyes widened in horror as the celestial monkey began her rapid fall into the raging inferno of celestial fire below.
This couldn’t be happening!
The one time he wasn’t looking!
She should have been able to dodge all these arrows!
Why didn’t she dodge them!?
“MEIHUA!” He screamed diving after her. The fierce smoke and fire burned his hands, preventing him from reaching out further. The warrior’s third eye strained with the smoke as it tried searching for the queen.
He found nothing.
The flames had claimed her body as it claimed the rest of her fallen kingdom.
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Erlang barely noticed his front door open.
Xioatian had gone to see who had suddenly barged in but eased up after seeing it was the Third Lotus Prince. Nezha had just heard about the fire on Flower Fruit Mountain from passing by the small celebration. He knew that Erlang and Meihua weren’t exactly in the best place for whatever reason, but enough for the warrior to burn the whole mountain?
Surely, surely, he must have given the monkey’s enough time to escape right?
That was the reason why Meihua wasn’t answering his astral projections, right?!
It was bad enough when she left the court after their fall out, then Iron Fan left and now this? Nezha was getting sick and tired of his friends leaving him and had all intention of demanding answers from Erlang Shen once he got to his home.
He was not expecting for the warrior to be sitting in his bed, blankly looking down at some scarf—wait… wasn’t that the scarf Meihua made for him…
Nezha didn’t like this implication.
“Erlang… where’s Meihua?”
The warrior flinched slightly at the question. The sinking feeling in Nezha’s gut grew deeper.
He wouldn’t…
Not her of all people…
“…She’s gone Nezha.” Erlang finally spoke for the first time in a week. His voice raspy and dry cracked.
Nezha’s grip on his spear tightened at those three simple words. All the fight and demanding had died in his throat. Erlang wouldn’t lie about something like this, not while looking like that.
He would never lie about Meihua.
“How…” He asked managing to steady his voice best he could.
Erlang’s grip on the scarf tightened and pressed if against his forehead. “I… I had no choice. She gave me no choice Nezha… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
The Third Lotus Prince’s breath began to quicken, and eyes blurred for some reason. He quickly turned to the door. Nezha needed to leave before he did something he regretted.
Erlang made no movement when the younger prince sped out of his house.
He would still smell the flower smell that lingered on the scarf.
The scarf and the few things Meihua had left in his home were sealed in a special chest that very evening and placed under the floorboard of his bed. It would be left untouched for centuries to come.
