Spirit: This is my fabulous sister, Queen of Flower Fruit Mountain.
Reader: (waves)
Spirit: and these are her lame, don't deserve her, pathetic husbands.
Wukong & Macaque: hey now-
Like, Spirit taking advantage of being Reader's sister to be the most annoying in-law she can
Yaasss!! If and when the dust settles and if Reader actually accepts them. Yes this would totally happen, heck I can see so many scenarios where she would be like this.
Spirit does NOT like the two monkey demons who stole her sister away. The sheer number of times she will try to get her sister back is astounding.
Heck, she'd be like this even with MK. Since Reader is PROBABLY going to adopt him. Spirit would be the cool aunt who gives him anything he wants. Especially since she is not good with knowing what they actually need.
Anyways I love this idea sooo-
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The room was filled with demons and celestials alike, many coming to Flower Fruit Mountain in hopes of becoming allies or at least making sure they wouldn't be harmed by the Monkey King and his Warrior. Others simply came to meet the new Queen they have taken.
Sun Wukong and The Six Eared Macaque were very well known to keep everyone they can away from their new mate. News had spread like wildfire at the news of the two taking on a mortal human woman as their mate. A few didn’t believe it others believed that this would be a great way to finding a weakness between the monkey king and his warrior. Some even speculated that one of them had cheated on the other, however none of that was true.
The room was filled with demons and celestials alike, many coming to Flower Fruit Mountain in hopes of becoming allies or at least making sure they wouldn't be harmed by the Monkey King and his Warrior. Others simply came to meet the new Queen they have taken.
Many glanced around trying to locate the only human within the midst and finally they did. A young maiden, dressed in a long dark red hanfu with vibrant gold embroidered throughout the fabric. Roses decorated your hair along with jewels that dangled beautifully around your head and through your hair.
Some attempted to approach you but all were sent away by the small monkey demoness that accompanied you. A dark furred one with floating hair and light grey eyes. The one known as Spirit, the daughter of one of the Monkey Kings generals. The only ones able to get closer were your husbands who were willing to just scoop you up into their arms.
Both monkey kings had increased their size while the festivities were taking place.
“Brother!” Sun Wukong loudly called out when none other than the Demon Bull King walked into the ballroom.
You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sheer sight of the mighty and huge demon before you. It was absolutely terrifying to see someone so huge. Your attention however was turned away to someone else. A woman with long black hair and deep black eyes, she was watching the Demon Bull King like a hawk. But then turned her attention to you.
“Hello, you must be the woman everyone has been speaking of,” She spoke elegantly as she walked up to you gracefully.
Spirit immediately bared her teeth and growled at her, “What do you want?”
“I merely wished to speak with the new Queen of the Mountian. My name is Princess Iron Fan, and yours?” Her eyes watched you calmly though they narrowed slightly as she waited for a response.
You didn’t know why she approached you, she was a celestial who had nothing to do with you. And if she was anything like they show which you weren’t sure if you should trust her. In fact based on everything you knew, you shouldn’t trust her.
“Reader, her name is Reader MY Fabulous and wonderful SISTER, The Queen of Flower Fruit Mountain,” Spirit answered for you, emphasizing the fact that you were siblings, sworn siblings but details. You also noticed how she spoke about you being Queen rather bitterly which wasn’t really surprising.
You waved awkwardly unsure of what to do when you felt two familiar presences behind you. Turning slightly you noticed your two husbands arrive, Wukong wearing his usual smirk and Macaque narrowing his eyes at the woman before them.
“And these are Readers completely useless, lame, and don’t deserve her pathetic husbands,” Spirit said smugly.
“Excuse me what did you just say?” Wukong growled but before attacking he was held back by his husband as Reader pulled Spirit to her side and sending him a stern look. Even while she shook with some fear.
So in tern yes Spirit will be the most annoying sister-in-law that these two monkey demons will ever have. Especially because she is the only in-law that they currently have. The reason for this is simple too, Sun Wukong and The Six Eared Macaque don’t have any ‘real’ family other than the monkeys on the mountain. All of which were all for them getting together and they all knew both of them before they got together. So they weren’t trying to learn about new people.
Thank you so much for this ask!! I greatly enjoy seeing people liking my content!
TW: Paranoia, suicidal thoughts, description of accident, harm
Writer is not a doctor, and this is not medical advice
[Deca and Reader]
Deca belongs to the beautiful @5eptem
3670 words
Summary: You have been plagued with horrible hallucinations and paranoia for months. Is your mind playing tricks on you, or can you believe your eyes?
There was something right on the boundary of your vision.
Everywhere you went, everywhere you looked, there was this odd, pooling darkness in the corner of every room. You felt it drill holes into your skull. As if the weight of a hundred eyes scrutinized your every move. But you chucked it off to your anxiety. After all, it could only be your imagination playing tricks on your tired mind. Your constant sleep deprivation only helped to contribute to this gnawing feeling of being watched. It's nothing that crazy, you reasoned. You were not crazy; you were just tired. It's not as if you've become twitchy, and somewhat paranoid under the pressure of the imaginary audience.
It got worse the night you had to walk home alone. You weren't usually one for night walks, but you didn't really have a choice, unknowingly having stayed past the sunset at your favorite cafe during the winter. It was not like it was particularly late, but with the sun setting around six in the evening, you found yourself in the dark, illuminated only by the searing LED lights of the street lamps. Of course, you were still plagued by the persistent feeling of being watched. It's as if your mind conjured up an invisible stalker to combat your occasional, nagging feeling of loneliness. It got worse at night. Why wouldn't it? It's the prime time for an actual stalker to make themselves known. And you swore, that night they did. You swore you saw eyes—actual eyes—in the alleyway. You swore, you saw a tall, lanky figure within. But as you did a double take, there was no one there. You almost imagined a floating, swaying person-like being asking you for a cigarette. But fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately—you haven't decided yet—the alleyway was empty. Goosebumps painfully coated your skin. Whether it was the cold, or the fear, you weren't sure. Perhaps both. You picked up the pace, of course, not wanting to stay outside longer than you had to. Especially with this rotten feeling in your chest. The flickering lights didn't reassure you, either. You heard the electricity overloading the bulbs, making their light comparable to the midday sun, followed by a quick eclipse, or, well, flicker. You breathed deeply, preparing your lungs for the rush of cold air, if your feeling proved to be real, and you had to make a run for it. You didn't know what took over you, but you stopped under one of the lights to listen in on their hum. For some reason, you felt as if their sound was more than just the regular electrical current. It was as if there was a message, encrypted somewhere among the noise. You swore that you could hear something. No, someone whisper. You earnestly tried to listen in, and as you almost managed to discern that personal message, you heard a loud POP above you as a million shards of glass began raining down on you.
You ran home after this.
You became more vigilant towards odd happenings, or maybe they just became more pronounced? Did it even matter?
The second "strike" happened when you were at home. You were staying up late, as one does, reading one of the million books you've bought, and promised yourself to read, but never got to. That was the day, you decided to pick one up. Not because you wanted to justify your spending habits, but because you were, once more, plagued with insomnia, and needed something to distract yourself with. And definitely not because the clawing feeling of being watched started to make your skin crawl. You were never afraid of the darkness—well, maybe not since you were a child—but you began fearing turning the lights off. You wanted to believe that reading the book would tire you out, truly. But the more you stared at the words on the page, the more upset you became as none of the words registered. You had to reread the passages over and over again, the words becoming a jumbled mess as soon as your eyes passed over them. You groaned in upset, slamming the book shut. There was something in the room with you. There was something in the room with you. There was someone in the room with you. There was— It felt like your brain was screaming at you. There was no pain, no actual visible danger, no one in your place, besides you. Yet, you felt like you weren't alone. You haven't felt alone in a couple of months now, if you were to be completely honest with yourself, but that night the feeling started becoming unbearable. You walked around your place twice over, checked all the locks thrice. You closed all the windows, all the doors, even every cupboard, and closet. You turned all the lights on, and paced around, checking every corner for a presence that wasn't there. Or so you hoped. Or so you prayed. Exhausted, you let yourself fall on the couch. You were tired of this whole song and dance of paranoic reconnaissance of your own home. But you weren't tired enough to ignore the sinking feeling of being watched to finally get some well-deserved rest. You were tired, but the fear-induced heart palpitations hammered at your temples. You've decided that, the moment the doctors' offices open, you'd give a call to a psychiatrist to deal with your neverending anxiety. There had to be some pill, right?
Although it went deeper than just anxiety, didn't it?
As you finally started drifting off to sleep, the screeching TV static startled you awake. You didn't turn it on. You weren't anywhere near the remote, either. You yelped out in surprise, the pressure headache as acute as it ever was. You grasped onto the couch's pillow in search of anything that could double as a weapon. Surely, someone turned on the TV. You frantically looked around, searching for a sign of an intruder. Anything at all. But you were only met with the cacophony of the static, and the sound of your heartbeat. Hugging the pillow tightly, you slowly overcame the fear boiling in the depth of your chest, and got up from your spot. You had to check all around your home again. But that had to come after you turn off the, apparently, self-turning-on-TV. Perhaps, your neighbor's remote connected to it? That would be a rational explanation. As you began to approach it, you could've sworn up and down that some image began to appear within the static. Perhaps it was one of those channels that your TV antenna could just barely pick up. And so, you were getting some frames from an odd show you've never seen before. That is what you thought until you finally reached the screen when the image became clear, and you could make out a dozen of eyes, all focused on you. It's as if they were alive. They followed you as you stumbled back in fear, tripping over your feet, you fell down backwards. You crawled away from the TV, laser focused on the eyes, just as they were on you.
It ended as abruptly as it started, leaving you trembling in the darkness on the floor. You didn't remember turning the lights off.
You didn't sleep that night.
Since then, your electronics started malfunctioning at odd times. Sometimes it would be your TV, or your landline. Sometimes your Nokia decided that the 6 key should give out, right as you wanted to exchange phone numbers with a new person, making you write them down instead. Sometimes you'd get calls from your friends' numbers with complete silence on the other end; once you called back, your friends claimed that they had never dialed you. Sometimes your MP3 player started playing electronic music. Not that you were particularly opposed to the genre, but you never downloaded any of the tracks it played. You swore you were going insane.
After the fourth call, you went to a psychiatrist.
Clonazepam and aripiprazole. Low doses first. With no history of psychosis, your doctor decided to focus more on your anxiety.
It didn't take long for the doses to increase with your symptoms worsening, as the occurrences started piling up.
The eyes in your screen started to appear more. The lights in your apartment started flickering often. Your phone malfunctioned frequently. And you couldn't escape it. There was no escape, no release from the soul crushing feeling of being watched. It felt worse being outside than it was trapped at home with whatever felt the need to torment you. You stopped being able to go out with friends—everything around you constantly short circuiting: light bulbs popping, screens turning static, automatic cars refusing to drive when you sat inside. It felt like you were in a perpetual nightmare, unable to wake up. It's as if your life stopped the moment you decided to listen in to the sound of that street light. Maybe that lamp fell on you, and landed you in a miserable coma? At least, if that was the case, you would have a way out. Either you'd wake up with everything behind you, or you'd finally be taken off life support. It'd be a win-win either way, regardless of how dark this line of thinking is. But before that, you had to try to cope with your predicament.
Your doctor recommended you take pictures of your "visions" to have solid proof that they weren't real. So, you bought the cheapest camera you could find. Surely, you'd be able to look back on the images and see that it was nothing more than a figment of your imagination.
No matter how many photos you took, they all ended up becoming corrupted before you could have a chance to look at them. All of them. So, you brought the images to your psychiatrist.
That day you got prescribed clozapine.
You hung Christmas lights up in the middle of June. You came up with an idea that maybe, just maybe, whatever was haunting you was simply trying to communicate. Because, of course, if none of the medicine was helping, you were experiencing a real haunting. And if you proved that you were not crazy, you'd be able to get off these pills that made your stomach hurl with side effects. Surely, if this thing was capable of exploding light bulbs, turning on your TV, and messing with your music, it would be able to turn on some lights. Surely.
If you are here, turn the lights on. You would often ask the moment you walked into the room.
Sometimes it did.
Every time it freaked you out. You hated being proven right time and time again. Why couldn't it leave you alone? Why was it haunting you to begin with? What did it want? Did it want you scared? Paranoid? Well, it had achieved its goal, then. How long was it planning on haunting you?
You were scared to drive. You became scared of getting into cars altogether. None of them malfunctioned yet. But with this entity that seemed to have a presumed distaste—or maybe taste—for electronics, you kept imagining it frying the car's automatic transmission in the middle of an intersection, or such. But you didn't have a choice, but to get into the car. And on one of those inevitable days, it happened. You white knuckled the steering wheel, as usual. You never played music. No, proper intonation would be: YOU never played music. Your entity always had something to play for you. Your entity? Oh, your screws were so lose they might as well had been chewed up gum, holding your mind together. Regardless. The point is that your car spun out of control after its transmission switched to 'park' whilst you were driving fifty kilometers per hour on the freeway. Or that was what you assumed, hanging upside down by your seatbelt in a ditch. The belt rubbed painfully against your ripped skin mixed with tiny shards of glass. Your dislocated and/or broken shoulder felt like the least of your worries as you faded in and out of consciousness. Maybe this was the release you were asking for. You didn't expect it to be accompanied by Club Bizarre, but there you were.
You woke up. Whether it was fortunate, or not, you weren't sure. The reason why you weren't sure was because you had no way to immediately test your theory that the past half a year was just a coma-induced fever dream. You remained hopeful it was the case.
Despite the pain, you tried to sit up. Key word 'tried.' Instead, you groaned in pain. It would've been wiser to assess the situation before attempting locomotion, but you needed confirmation that you were finally free from that supernatural stalker of yours. You prayed it was good news.
Your vitals skyrocketed as soon as you managed to turn your head at the heart monitor. Eyes. You saw eyes. Of course, you saw eyes. Of course, it was too good to be true. Of course, you didn't escape. Of course, there was no release. You didn't know if you should cry, scream, or rip the IV out of your vein, and strangle yourself with it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! What the hell was its problem?! Why was it still there? Did it come to gloat? To laugh at you for almost killing you? Or did it come here to finish the job? God, you hoped it came here to finish the job. You went through a range of emotions in an attempt to cope with the fact that the first person(?) that greeted you post-accident was the very thing that caused it. Well, you had no way of knowing for sure if it was what caused your car to spin out of control, but it was most definitely the safest guess.
"What the hell is your problem?" You managed to cough up an accusation. You might as well knock the interrogation out before the nurses come to check on you.
Your ECG reading formed into a sad face.
It made you angry. Eye-twitching, knuckles white, blood boiling angry. You seethed, but ultimately, kept your mouth shut. Not that you wanted to humor the entity's faux emotions, but its messing with your heart rate monitor caused a nurse to run into your room, expecting to see you coding. And while you were relieved that the care team took your health seriously, you didn't feel like spending your hospital 'vacation' at a psych ward.
Later that day you learned that, had you not found yourself in a ditch, you would have had to be scraped off the asphalt like a fried egg off an old skillet. There was an accident at the same intersection immediately following yours, involving a semi with faulty breaks, and two sedans. Only one survivor. You were in an hour-long stupor, following that revelation. Was that entity actually helping you? Maybe? Hopefully? Did you need to apologize to it now? Maybe it should've warned you that it was there to help you. Half a year ago. Instead of tormenting you…
When you were let out of the hospital, you were determined to figure out what was this entity's purpose. For your own non-existent sanity. The accident made you quit your medication altogether. It convinced you, with about eighty-five percent certainty that it was real. That your supernatural… Acquaintance..? Well, you didn't know anything about it, except for its proclivity to electronic music, and technology.
Oh, and the freaky eye thing. You hated the freaky eye thing it did. You hoped the entity would be receptive to constructive criticism: the many eyes had to go. You wouldn't be too mad if it didn't stop the eye thing—you kind of grew accustomed to it. It would just be nice not to jump every time it decided to stare at you from across the room. It got weird every time because, seemingly, you were the only one who could see them. So, you gained the reputation for being crazy, and skittish.
You felt an odd sense of comfort when the Christmas lights lit up as soon as you stepped foot in your place. It's as if you had someone to welcome you home after being away. Your arm was in a cast, your face bruised, and you had stitches in places you didn't know could tear. But you were alive. And you supposed, it was all thanks to this many-eyed fellow of yours. Should you thank it? Maybe you should hold your horses. You were getting too friendly with this thing that had been terrorizing you all these months. It did one good thing for you, and suddenly you were all mushy-gushy, ready to throw away the simmering frustration over the wringer it put you through. But was it even worth it to hold a grudge against it?
Yes, it was.
But it wasn't the time for you to muse over how you should feel towards this entity. You were determined to establish an actual communication link with this stalker of yours, or you'd be damned. It had to have something to say, surely. It had the audacity to give you a sad face after sending you to the hospital. Well, it was to avoid your death, but your point still stood. So, after doing some research, you laid out a plan which you spoke aloud in hopes of the entity following along. You would use the lights to relay a cipher. It was foolproof. Or, well, foolproof to your wild mind. Which is to say, only on paper. But you had to try.
"Okay, listen up, you!" You spoke with determination into the silence of your apartment. "Lights on, if you're here!"
The lights switched on briefly in response. For the first time ever, you were truly glad to see a response.
"I want to talk to you!"
The lights blink quickly in what you assumed to be enthusiasm. Well, you hoped it was enthusiasm.
"Okay, um… Can you light up individual lights? Light them up differently if yes, and light the whole thing if no."
It lit up every other light. Your smile reached your molars, your heart raced. You were ecstatic. This was progress.
"Um, I went to the library, and printed this out," you pulled out a sheet with a table. It was a table with a series of numbers with a bunch of pluses, and dashes next to them. "I spent some time researching this. I'm sure, you know that already, since you seem to be following me around…"
"But I'll still explain!"
The lights, once again, lit up brightly with fervor. Was it happy? Hard to say.
"Okay, so, this is a decabit cipher. It uses a series of electrical pulses to relay information. Each command consists of ten selections: five pulses, and five pauses. It always begins with a pulse, and ends with a pause. Those don't count towards the total pulse count. They only signify the beginning and the end. The pulses and pauses between them are what determines the information," you speak slowly. You wanted to make it as clear as possible to your 'companion'. And to repeat it for yourself, just in case. You didn't want anything to be lost in translation. "Light up once if you understand, and twice if you don't."
The lights shone brightly, then quickly faded. It understood. You were trembling with anticipation. Excitement overtook your fear of the unknown. You could be spelling out your doom, but you didn't care. Your months old guessing game was about to be over, even if you were flying too close to the sun. You walked up to the lights, and pointed out a section of ten.
"Can you light up only these lights?"
Positive.
"Okay. Okay. Cool, cool, cool," you let out something between a nervous giggle, and a psychotic laugh. "For the purposes of our dialogue, we can forgo indicating start and finish."
"Do you see this table?" You pointed at the printout.
Yes.
"I want you to show pluses as lit up bulbs, and keep the bulbs off for dashes," you pull out another sheet of paper. This time it was the alphabet with numbers each corresponding to the letters. All handwritten by you. There definitely was an easier way to do this, but you were racking your brain for so long that you didn't care. "I want you to use one through twenty-six for each letter to answer my questions, okay?"
The lights got as bright as they could without popping. You felt the electricity of your companion's excitement which matched your own.
"Okay, let's start!" You clap elatedly. "What is your name?"
"Four… Five… Three… One…" You transcribe the symbols first, then numbers. "D, E, C, A."
"Deca! Is that your name?"
Bright yes! Joy washed over you. Something you haven't felt since before you became haunted.
It took a while. Transcribing, decrypting, and asking was a long, and taxing task. But you didn't care. Fueled by your manic enthusiasm to finally get answers, you would spend as long as this 'Deca' would humor you. And they seemed to have matched your mirth over finally being able to communicate. Never in a million years would you have guessed that you'd be happy to chat with the being that tormented you for so long. But here you were, at the depth of your insanity. They claimed to be your guardian angel, they told you to be careful, you had them apologize for causing you so much distress—they made a sad face in the lights. You spent all night chatting. You used up an entire notebook of just handwritten code. Your last question was posed at dawn.
how its like to have my vampire oc as a roommate !!
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feel free to add constructive criticism (politely) or interact with me ♡ !!
Fic of oc backstory fic to understand this: link
This fic includes: rushed fic, not proofread, oc doesn't have name and is only referred as vampire oc cuz I'm a lazy ass, fluff, mentions of blood\violence, is a lil dramatic, lemme know if I should add anything more !!
vampire oc! who decided he wants to conquer his fear of humans and decides to go live in a human apartment again!
vampire oc! Who when you first saw him you thought he was a girl!
Vampire oc! Who the moment he met you became super quiet, he was guilty of his suppressed urges of drinking ur blood, only uttering 1 or 3 words in conversation, being overly polite :(
vampire oc! who would often wear only black hoodies and gloves when going out bit wears strawberry shortcake shirts and pink pants at home.
vampire oc! Who's always out, you thought it was because he didn't like you but turns out he just goes outside everyday to drink vampires blood to ease his hunger then come back. It was easy because of how many vampires try to prey on humans in nighttime.
Vampire oc! Who feels guilty about the first meeting and would often cook something for you and leave it for you everyday before he goes out.
Vampire oc! Who eventually realises the misunderstanding that u think he doesn't like you one day and introduces himself more properly this time to you and actually asks if you want to be friends shyly but slightly better than the first metting.
Vampire oc! who after would every time after he comes back from eating humans would buy strawberries for you (or any other fav fruit or food u like, maybe In shape of a strawberry but ur decision to imagine it)
vampire oc! Who would convey his appreciation for you by doing all the chores early and makes the house look squeaky clean!
vampire oc! Who eventually gets closer to you once he sees u wearing a t-shirt of a show u both like!
Vampire oc! who would become more talkative when talking about your interests with u and vice versa cuz he knows how it feels to to be isolated and have no one to talk to even about interests so he would never want u to feel like how he once did, ofc u listen to him the rare times when he yaps too!
Vampire oc who makes secret friendship bracelets for you but doesn't have courage to give them to u after yall become close friends!
vampire oc! Who loves any type of movies except vampire movies whenever both of you do movies nights.
Vampire oc! Who never tells u what he truly is so u just think he's someone with extreme social anxiety and a night owl.
Vampire oc! who was saved u countless times from other vampires that has stalked that u didn't even know of!
Vampire oc! Who groans when u try to get him to be more social but tries for u either way!
Vampire oc! Who would be super cautious and care for ur health such as reminding u of any medications u must take or making particularly healthy food!
Vampire oc! who doesn't like hugging or any other big physical touch cuz deep down he's scared sh*tless he might drain you of ur blood.
Vampire oc! Who would only tell u he’s a vampire when u confront him about why he goes out late at night, he didn't wanna tell u but he doesn't wanna hide the truth either.
Vampire oc! Who would get so relieved u didn't shut him out or push him away after he says so so much he actually gets enough courage and urge to hug u which is super rare!
Vampire oc who cherishes u and is always reminded why he has such a soft spot for humans, bc of humans like u ♡
Hello! If it is not too much trouble, could I request a short fic of (platonic) Milo x big sister reader?
I would love for the plot to be that the big sister has been struggling with wanting to do things and had been losing interest in a lot of things and that had led her to fall behind on cleaning her room, or chores, or things like those. And as a result, she’s feeling overwhelming stress because of it?
Maybe Milo could encourage her a little, and maybe it could end with the reader being happy for being able to do a tiny thing? (Like clean one section of her room for example)
if not, that’s totally okay, have a lovely day!! <333
ofc my sweet anon!<333 i hope this makes you happy!!<333
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Motivated
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Warning(s)/info: Reader is stressed, that’s basically it-
Milo had noticed that you were more irritable lately which usually meant that you were stressed.
She can’t help but wonder what’s causing your stress, then when she hears the heavy sigh that escaped you upon opening your bedroom door, she realized what was going on.
She lays her book down on the coffee table before getting up and walking to stand by you, gently grabbing your hand. “It’s okay, big sis.. I-I can help you if you’d like..” She offers, worry in her eyes.
You’re touched by your sister’s concern for you, but you can’t ask her to do that.
You look from Milo back to your room and your shoulders slump with a sigh.
“Thank you, Milo.. I would really appreciate that..” Your voice breaks a little and Milo immediately hugs you, soothing your nerves almost instantly.
She smiles softly as she rubs your back soothingly. “Of course, (Y/N)..”
The two of you go into your room and you sigh again, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Don’t think of it all at once, just focus on one area at a time!” Milo advises with a smile and you slightly relax and nod.
You walk to your desk and start straightening it up as Milo straightens up your bed.
You smile when you finish cleaning your desk. “Thank you, again, for helping me, Milo!” You say with a smile and Milo smiles sweetly back.
You and Spirit need to figure out what you’re doing. All the while you figure out how to wear the hanfu you were gifted.
“I don’t know… are you sure this is right?” You asked while struggling helplessly with the wrapping of your new hanfu.
The hanfu was beautiful, wrapping around your body surprisingly well. It wasn’t a perfect fit, possibly a size too big but then again it was a gift from someone who didn’t really know you. You shouldn’t be surprised. Now if only you could figure out how to properly tie this thing.
“… no I think you have it on backwards,” Spirit chuckled from her seat in the bed. Both of the monkeys sat next to her giving quiet chirps, though you weren’t sure if they were talking to each other or at you.
Looking down at the outfit you scowled when you realized that yes, you did have it on backwards. Your face flushed red before you spun around and glared at your friend. Your friend who was giggling but not offering to help.
“Well then would you be so kind as to help?” you asked, your cheeks still flushed.
Spirit quirked and eyebrow up before shrugging as she stood up. “How do you not know how to do the simplest of things?” She muttered as she helped out of the backwards hanfu.
You stood still for a moment as she tugged and pulled at the fabric, doing her best to correct how you messed up the outfit. It took some maneuvering but eventually you were dressed in the hanfu. It was clearly made for travel which you were grateful for even if you weren’t quite sure why the woman gave it to you. Maybe it was pity. Maybe she understood that you needed help. Whatever the case you were very grateful.
“What do you think?” you asked Spirit nervously once you were finally dressed properly.
A simple hanfu colored black with orange sashes to connect everything together. You weren’t sure how to feel about the coloring but it was still beautiful. Tugging on the fabric a bit you also decided it looked like good quality.
“Not bad. The coloring is shit but eh,” Spirit replied as she plopped down on the bed.
*Chirp?*
You both looked to Plum who tilted his head in confusion. It was adorable! Seriously he was just the cutest thing. You didn’t even bother holding back your squeal.
“I think he wants to know about the color,” Spirit muttered before looking at you with a worried expression. The look was quickly pushed away as you leaned forward.
“Well you see when I was dragged here I came through a portal that swirled with orange and black. It’s not the coloring per say it’s just the memories attached to it,” you explain, if you couldn’t tell two monkeys about it, then who could you talk to about it? Spirit already knows because she saw the portal and she knows that you’re scared of the portal, even though you’re trying to find another.
You smiled widely even though every bit of you was terrified, terrified of going back to that place, terrified to even know what that place was. Maybe it wasn’t bad you weren’t really sure but the moment you had fallen into the portal you felt a rush of something strange, something strong, something wild run right through your very soul. A blur of orange and black and then well then you were with Spirit.
Thinking back on it maybe you shouldn’t be heading straight for something that you had no idea what it was. Maybe going to that place was a bad idea, maybe you could be sent somewhere even worse than where you are now… but if you didn’t try then you would NEVER be able to return home. Right?
*Chirp?*
Glancing to the monkey cubs you smiled, both of them looked confused as hell. Both half draped over the side of the bed as they waited for you to explain. Explain what you were talking about, but you didn’t. You didn’t explain and instead chose to be quiet as you looked yourself over one more time.
“We got everything?” You asked patting yourself down.
“Clothes check, Spirit check, Peaches check, Plums check, and me!” You grinned before face palming, the sheer lack of equipment between the ‘four’ of you was rather depressing.
It was fine, even though you didn’t have barely anything to travel with you were determined to figure this out. With a deep breath you looked at Spirit who was half laying on the bed while her feet were firm on the ground.
”Let’s go,” You grinned happily.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Spirit asked calmly.
You looked at her and frowned, looking around the room you were sure you had everything you needed. There wasn’t anything missing, and everything was how you found it. So what could you be-
“Where are we even going?” Her words hit you like a brick, where WERE you going.
You had spent the last two days resting at the inn and the three days before that running away from bandits. In all that time you never stopped to consider where you two even needed to go. Your face scrunched up slightly as you thought, you weren’t sure when you sat down but here you were sitting on the floor while trying to think of a plan. You needed to find somewhere that could return you home, well maybe not somewhere but someone or something?
“I don’t know… do you know anyone who knows how to travel through dimensions? Or time? Or space? I think I’m from another dimension but I might be from the future,” You waved your hands to act spooky not noticing the looks of surprise on both of the small monkeys faces.
Another dimension? The future? What in the world were you talking about? You couldn’t possibly be from… it would explain your clothing and the slight accent in your voice. No, no that doesn’t explain anything at all! You were a mere mortal who is probably just from some far off place on the mainland who happened to fall into a demon’s trap. Surely that had to be the case, Wukong thought to himself.
However when he looked at his mate, his very rational mate who always thought things through, he didn’t find the exact same answer that he came up with. His mate was looking at you with wide eyes, his ears slightly fanning out a little bit but the longer they remained fanned out the more his scowl deepened. Surely Macaque didn’t actually believe this nonsense, you were just a mortal who had gone a little crazy from running into a demon.
“Okay so first we need to find out where you’re actually from, so we need to find someone who is able to get ahold of that knowledge… I have one person in mind but…” Spirit trailed off her face scrunching up a little bit as she tried to think of any way NOT to see this person.
“But what?” You asked way too quickly for her liking, and with far too much excitement.
“She doesn’t like humans, like AT ALL,” She nervously chuckled as she looked away.
Almost immediately you deflated a little bit, so the one clue you had to going home didn’t want to see you. The only clue that you have gotten in the five days you’d been here. Biting your lip you thought about it, you had to think this through. If she didn’t like humans it might be best not to interact but it was also the only way for you to find a way home.
“Will she kill me?” it was one thing if she just disliked humans but if there’s a chance that she won’t kill you, then maybe you can get her to listen.
Spirit thought for a moment pursing her lips as she contemplated weather this person would kill you. She didn’t seem one hundred percent sure weather she would or not. But maybe…
“She probably won’t try to kill you, but it’s doubtful that she would listen to you either,” Spirit explained, her face still pinched in a frown.
You decided to think some more she wouldn’t listen to you… bit Spirit was a demon. Maybe she would listen to her. It was a possibility and so far it was the closest thing you had to an actual lead. So with the decision made you looked up at your friend and declared.
“Let’s go meet her. It’s worth a shot, and the only clue I have to getting home,” you tried not to look so nervous.
Spirit stared at you for a moment, her eyes going wide at your announcement. You… you wanted to see her? Was that smart? She opened her mouth to speak when you continued quickly. “I can at least try. We don’t have any other leads and I need to get home… my family is probably worried sick.”
Wukong tilted his head, your family probably thought some demon ate you. He couldn’t help but think that they probably thought you were already dead. You were seriously going a little crazy, it probably wasn’t safe to be around you… but they didn’t really have much choice at this point.
Macaque narrowed his eyes. He was still deep in though trying to think of what you were talking about. Maybe you were confused or crazy… but there was the possibility that you were telling the truth. If you were then would you try to take them back to your world? Would you leave him and Wukong here? He let out a scoff, maybe it would be easier to leave… or they could find another monkey demon they could talk to. But how?
“So who is this woman you’re talking about anyways?” you asked curiously.
Spirit remained silent for a moment before speaking, “She’s a monkey demon, I’d say the only one that I’ve ever met. She lives roughly a weeks journey away but with your speed it might take two or three weeks. She’s stubborn and if she doesn’t like you she won’t help you, but if you can get her to like you then maybe MAYBE she’ll help. I I use can’t guarantee it.”
A monkey demon!? They would be able to find a way home if you agree to meet with her. Wukong immediately let out excited chirps, they could contact their friends this way. His sudden noise shocked you causing you to look over at him. Your eyes widened before you laughed.
“I see someone wants to meet her. Animals tend to have good intuition most of the time, maybe we should go,” you chuckled before looking at Spirit who pursed her lips more at his sudden attentiveness. She didn’t trust that he had good intentions, there was something about these monkeys if only she could just put her finger on what.
She glanced at the monkeys and sent them a slightly cold glare which was met with an equally cold one from the white monkey. His single set of ears flicked, her eyes were drawn to them and it irked her just how much he seems aware. Most monkeys were aware of the people surrounding them just not this much.
“Hey leave the cub alone,” You said as you reached out and lifted the Monkey into your arms, the other immediately climbing up your body to your shoulder.
‘We’re not cubs! We are powerful warlords!!’ Peaches chirped angrily, which was only met with a cheerful coo from you.
‘Give it up you know she can’t understand you,’ Plum responded as he leisurely laid in your arms like a hammock.
Spirit raised a brow before rolling her eyes. “Yeah yeah, protect the cub and not your friend,” She said dramatically lifting her hand to her head.
“… you don’t need my protection, you’ve proven that enough,” You replied with a chuckle before rolling your eyes.
“Have I? Last I checked you’re the one who saved my life from those bastards,” The sheer venom in Spirit’s voice was a shock to both Wukong and Macaque. Sure they had heard her annoyance and her sarcasm but here the sheer amount of malice in her tone was… outstanding.
“… I’d say watch your language buuut… yeah they were bastards,” You nodded before going silent, your mind wandering back to that day. It wasn’t even that long ago.
I finished chapter 10!! I have officially hit the double digits with this fanfic! Am I the only one excited? Yes… No? Who knows.
As always Feel Free to Reblog. Like and comment if you can. Comments are a writers food! Well not really, I just love reading them! I love to hear people’s thoughts on my fanfic. Esspecially since this is currently my main fanfic. I am still working on asks and such, work just likes to mandate working the weekends… it sucks. But I hope you all enjoy!
What if reader thought mates is like friends and after few weeks of sharing the nest she mentions how spirit is also her mate on the dinner table and everyone gets shocked
HAHAHA! You had me laughing my ass off when I read this! Seriously! This was hilarious!
This might actually happen… maybe.
Well anyways if Reader told the duo and Spirit that Spirit is her mate? Oh the fun that would be~
Wukong spit out his drink and froze at the words left your mouth, there was no way that he heard you right.
Macaque chocked on the food he was eating before slamming his hands on the table.
While Spirit stared at you with a look of shock and confusion. Not to mention that there seemed to be a look something akin to horror on her expression as well.
“THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY!?” Wukong roared, his tail slamming to the ground causing it to crack as he stood up in rage.
“…EEK! You said there wasn’t anything wrong with Spirit being my friend,” You barely whispered as you huddled into your chair at his sudden outburst.
Almost immediately Wukong’s angered expression calmed and he turned to look at you with confusion written all over his face. “Friend…”
“Reader… what the fuck do you think a mate is?” Spirit asked, blinking as she attempted to calm down.
“… A friend? What else would a mate be?”
“No… a mate is a lover, a life mate someone that you are romantically involved with,” Spirit immediately began to explain as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “And as much as I love you hun, you know that I don’t do romance.”
- Needless to say, but the duo would be absolutely shocked and not at all like the thought of Reader seeing anyone else as a mate!
seeing spirit leading the story in the latest chapter was nice, will we learn more about her, backstory wise? afaik, all we know is she was captured by bandits and is repaying reader by helping her, and will eventually see reader as a sister figure. she doesn't speak monkey, so that most likely means she doesn't have a troop right? who did spirit grow up with?
Oho. Now this is fun! Spirit's backstory is mostly a mystery to most people because she is a lone monkey demoness. She does have family, but she never talks to them. (Mostly because she doesn't know most of them)
Spoilers below on her backstory. You know I probably should add these cuts for most questions... eh it's fine.
Spirit is the daughter of a monkey demon and a human woman. They weren't in love, far from it they simply wanted a one night stand (or rather they both got drunk and ended up having a one night stand). So after they were done the demon left and never came back.
The woman Chu Lin gave birth to a single monkey cub, whom she raised with love and care. Being human she had no idea about monkey customs, so she never taught her daughter about it since she didn't know about them. Like at all.
Which results in Spirit, not knowing how to speak monkey, 'properly groom' (she does it instinctively but was never taught so it's not proper) and she was shunned by the village along with her mother.
Because she and her mother were outcasted from their home, Spirit didn't like humans. Except when they traveled she met several who had no problems with her appearances and looks. So she saw people as just that people both good and bad. She knows you can't judge a book by it's cover ever.
Along their travel to find a new home, they came across a forest. One with a very playful six tailed fox demoness named Su. A demoness skilled in fire, lighting, and a few glamours. She lived in the forest for a long while before they traveled through. She played several pranks on the two as they passed through but decided just before they could leave to give Spirit a gift. She taught her how to use glamours, just enough to make her look human.
Because of this, her mother and her were finally able to settle down in a human village for a while. There, her mother met a man that she fell in love with. They got married rather quickly, and Spirit decided that it was then that she should leave. Her mother was safe and taken care of, she was now an adult and could take care of herself too.
She stayed for the wedding of course and got to see them after their honeymoon. After they saw each other one last time once their honey moon was over though, she left. She gave her mother a gift, a small Jade pin in the shape of a monkey and just left. (She did say goodbye and their were tears)
The reason she wanted to leave was to find her father, the man who helped give her life. She needed to learn more about her home and culture. So she set off to learn about her own kind, with a bow and her glamours she was she that she could do this.
However, there was an accident. She ran into a demon who was rather powerful. After fighting for a while, she got knocked out and lost most of her memories. So she doesn't remember anything about her Iife before the fight. All she remembers is that she got into a fight with a golden monkey demon.
She began to travel after she woke up. The demon was long gone by then. It's about two years before she gets ambushed by the bandits, and in that time, she learns several things about life. So that's why she's not running around trying to remember her life because she's already tried and failed. So she wanders the world searching for... something. What was she searching for?
Until she gets ambushed by bandits. She is pissed off by this, of course. They had ambushed her while she was sleeping and stole her bow! So now she has put her mission on hold to help a human. At least she's a very nice human, so she doesn't mind it too much.
Besides, maybe she'll be able to find her memories with the help of this human. After all, she did appear out of nowhere. Though she doesn't get her hopes up with this.
Of course that is until the monkeys cubs get involved. She doesn't mind cubs truly she doesn't. She normally likes them not quite love because she's not good with kids but she likes them. But something about these two... it's just so something... she can't quite put her finger on it. Especially with how they are getting clingyer and clingyer by the day.
She gets annoyed at the two often and at times wants to just toss them aside. Of course, they don't really give her that chance and try their best to hog reader all for themselves. Not that they'll try to do anything to Spirit, she is the provider that gets most of the food for Reader after all.
Eventually, she'll meet her dad (on a certain island) and learn he has a mate, who he got together with after the whole one night stand. And she'll learn that she has two siblings, who are very keen on the idea of a big sister. Her father's mate is even welcoming to her, much to her surprise.
After all if that was her dad, and that was his mate. But his mate isn't her mother than... who is her mother?
I loved this ask! Please send more my way if you want. No pressure it just helps me think on my stories and no I did not just come up with her backstory (I totally did, but I like it so meh!)
Also, if you wanna learn about Su, then send an ask. She's gonna be popping up in the story too later. @sleepingdramaqueen has heard about her before. Hehe~
And yes, I will add more to this backstory, but I just came up with it, so yeah. I'm debating on if I'm gonna mate her ace or give her a love interest. So far, she doesn't have one (if you have any suggestions for one, though send them my way!!)
