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Starsfic: Maybe Red giving Qi Xiaotian some sunflowers? (Bc they remind Red of his Noodle Boy.)

Red Son is embarrassed MK has no idea what's happening

Please take his flowers MK don't just keep looking at him like that

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Spicynoodles cuddling and watching a movie!!

@the-night-writer1 's request!!

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If you are still accepting those requests, how about something involving DBK trying to get along with Sun Wukong for the sake of teaming up against LBD? Maybe he realizes he misses when they were closer or, if you'd rather something more amusing, just barely manages to accidentally help when he's trying to mess with him? Or anything you would like really!

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Oh, you thought I forgot, didn't you? I didn't forget!! And you get a surprise too >:] -----

DBK was annoyed. Very, very annoyed. 

The simian was injured after being possessed by that wretched Lady Bone Demon and whatever fight he’d gotten into with Nezha prior. For some reason, his son decided to be merciful to the simian and allow him to stay in their house. Probably to win the favor of that Little Theif and the Dragon Horse Girl. Even the bull demon could see the shine in his offspring’s eyes when they called him over or offered to let him come with them to this ‘Anti-Grav Arcade’. 

His son was off fooling around with them right now and his wife was enjoying lunch at the pig’s noodle shop, which left DBK alone with- “Hey! Are you still there?” Wukong’s voice rang through the fortress. For such a small monkey, that simian sure could yell. 

DBK begrudgingly lifted himself from his couch and trudged to the guest room the simian had invaded. “What could you possibly want?”

There was a sheepish smile on the hated face of Sun Wukong. His shoulder, arms, and middle were all swallowed by bandages, and the children had given him strict instructions to not move. The Demon Bull King knew such orders were bullshit, as must the ape, but Wukong dutifully allowed the children to boss him around. 

“I’m… just kind of hungry.” Wukong’s smile wavered as he was stared down by the bull, “If you don’t mind- Y’know what, I’ll get it myself.” The ape went to get up and DBK growled, thinking about his son’s pleading eyes, “No, you will not.” 

Wukong blinked and gave DBK a look, “What?” “My son wishes to please your son-” “MK’s not my-” “Do not interrupt me, ape! As I said, my son is after your Little Thief’s favor, and you will not sabotage his efforts! So you will stay put,” DBK pointed at the ground, “and I will get you something to eat.”

Wukong went to speak again but the bull king crossed his arms in finality. The ape shrunk back and nodded, “I, uh, don’t eat-” “You do not have to remind me of your preferences, monkey. You prefer uncooked fruits, and don’t like meat. Don’t insult my memory.” DBK growled before trudging off to go get him something to eat. 

Wukong sat in silence as the bull slammed the large door, pulling his knees up to his bandaged chest. He didn’t want to be here any more than the bull wanted him here, but… he owed the kid. He owed his kid. MK wanted him to rest up, and he guesses he wanted him to rest up here- and Red Son wanted him to do what MK said…

So he was staying in the house of people who hated him. They didn’t always hate him… maybe they did. Red Son might’ve always hated him, but he was also doing this for MK’s sake. Red Son was doing it for MK’s sake and DBK was doing it for Red Son’s sake, which leaves Wukong to sit here until he’s whatever MK deems as ‘better’. He was better already, in his opinion, but MK was worried about his arms after he learned about Wukong breaking Nezha’s seal. Wukong promised that his arms were fine, but then the kid had to go and check and it hurt so he was bedridden. 

Then his shoulder and his chest and his head- MK worried way too much, but Wukong owed MK this. He could stay in place. 

The Demon Bull King thought the meal he’d prepared was adequate. He remembered how to cook for the simian from when they were younger, the intricate feasts he’d make his younger brother as a surprise. It seemed his kitchen was fresh out of tropical insects and coconut wine, though. 

He rolled his eyes to himself as he looked over the salad he’d prepared. He hoped his wife wouldn’t mind him using some of her flowers. They were wilting anyway, so hopefully, he could just replace them before she got home and she would be happier that they were fresh. DBK pulled the petals off of the flowers and then arranged the stems, chopping them with his claws. 

He eyed the salad before deciding it was done. Roots, leaves, flowers, herbs, and fruit slices. Everything a monkey wanted. If the ape somehow found a problem with his work, then he might have to pummel him once and for all. 

He stomped back to the simian’s stolen room, cradling the salad with more care than he wanted to admit. It wouldn’t do if he just spilled the damn thing after making it so well that the simian can’t complain. 

DBK slammed open the door and Wukong jumped, getting decent air from his surprise, “Oh- you’re back!” “Are you getting old, ape? I was getting you food.” DBK’s voice held a deep disdain as he set the bowl on the bed in front of Wukong. It was large next to the monkey, though Sun Wukong was not a very big creature. It looked almost as if he could curl up in the bowl and take a nap. 

“Wow- this, uh, is a lot.” Wukong frowned at the large amount of food he was given. He didn’t eat like he did when he was younger, but- hell no, he’s not getting into a fight right now. Everything still kind of hurt, and DBK made this for him! After all that stuff with the mountain! Just be grateful, Wukong- “Thank you,” Wukong rubbed the back of his head, “I know you went out of your way for this.” “It’s fine, littlest brother.” DBK scoffed. Wukong stilled. Did… Did he know he said that? Was it on purpose? He decided not to waste his good graces and began to dig into the meal, delighted to find how fresh and delicious the greens were! He popped the peach slices into his mouth and squeaked in delight, leaning forward to get some more from around the bowl. The bowl began to tilt, but Wukong didn’t take notice.

He ripped the petals off of a lotus and shoved them into his mouth, “Wow- are these fresh?” “Are you implying you expect less from me, simian?” the bull’s voice held a sharp edge that Wukong laughed off. “Of course not! Just- thank you.” with that Wukong went back to eating. And eating. And eating- GODS this was a big portion! How was he expected to eat all of this? Wukong paused his meal to calculate how much of this he could eat and still move later when-  His hands slipped on one of the large leaves and he tumbled headfirst into the oversized bowl. He fumbled in the leaves and fruits for a second before finally finding his way back to sight- and to the srnk of the Demon Bull King.

They stared at each other for a second before DBK broke into boisterous, familiar laughter. And Wukong couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

“I missed you, big brother!” Wukong beamed.

DBK looked down at the monkey in the bowl and swallowed before a chuckle left him. Maybe… maybe he’d missed little brother too.

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A request for @the-night-writer1! Their new fankid for ToxicInsanity!

I'm gonna hit the hay now,,, after two failed attempts at Vega's Minyi,,, I realized it was 2 in the morning and I am hoping my colored pencils are better colors in the morning, but they won't be.

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17 for Spicynoodles, please?

Words: 623

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33058291/chapters/97217424

(Red Son is he/she. He pronouns for Red Son are marked in blue, she pronouns are marked in pink)

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MK was bad at putting on makeup. He sucked at putting on makeup- he felt like a clown every time he tried and staring at himself in the mirror made him feel miserable. He didn’t even usually have a desire to put on makeup, it wasn’t something he thought about outside of situations well.

Like this one. 

Situations where he was going out somewhere and he wanted to look good and pretty for once in his life. 

Situations where he was going out with Red Son, who was his pretty perfect boyfriend who was pretty all the time and made him want to be pretty. 

But he wasn’t pretty. It was very clear how unpretty he was as he looked at the mess on his face. He’d wanted to do purple, orange, and gold eyeshadow to match Red’s dress but he looked like a toddler who’d gotten into her mother’s makeup- with that stupid golden lipstick and his stupid-

“MK?” came Red’s voice through the bathroom door. MK broke into tears. God- Red was going to see him and see this MESS on his face- Red opened the door and MK slid down onto the floor. “Noodle Boy, what’s wrong?” MK looked over to Red and his face pinched. Red in her beautiful red cheongsam with golden flowers and fire and phoenix feathers embroidered on it. Golden like that eyeshadow MK had massacred. MK covered his face, “C-Can we just cancel the date?” Red scoffed at him. Full-on scoffed at him! Usually, that wouldn’t hurt so bad but… MK tried to wipe his tears and sniffled, causing concern to dawn on his boyfriend's face. Red gently walked over, the click-clack of her heels comforting in a way. 

“What’s wrong, MK?” he asked softly, settling down beside him, “You’re the one who was all excited to go on a ‘fancy rich people date’ in the first place…” MK sniffled and hid his face, “I just- I don’t want to go anymore. Let’s stay home.” 

Red sighed and grabbed MK’s wrist, “Okay, you’ve been hiding this whole time. Let’s see your face.”

MK whined and didn’t budge, “No! You’re gonna make fun of me!” “I’m not going to make fun of you.” Red said softly, pulling MK’s hands away from his face. “Oh, is that what’s bothering you?” “I look stupid!” MK cried. “No you don’t! Honestly, Noodle Boy, it’s just in the ugly phase!” Red huffed, standing up and pulling MK up with her. He sat MK down on the toilet seat and sighed, “You’re too hard on yourself, Noodle Boy.” “You’re too nice.” “I tried to murder you when I first met you.” Red said softly, sitting on MK’s lap and grabbing his eyeshadow palette. She hummed and got to work on MK’s eyeshadow, his brows furrowing in focus. MK chuckled at his girlfriend, his mood lightening just a bit. He stayed quiet as Red worked, gazing up at his beautiful face. Red sat back and smiled, “Alright! There you go- Ah, wait-” Red leaned in and began to clean up MK’s lipstick. Her fingers were so soft and gentle against his skin, and MK couldn’t help but grab his wrist and press a kiss to her finger tips. He pulled back and looked at the gold smeared on his lover’s hand, and then the awed look in his eyes. “Please kiss me.” MK said lowly, pulling Red’s wrist to the side and leaning just so close. Not close enough, Red would have to close the gap. 

And close the gap he did. 

And, when they arrived at their reservation, instead of golden lipstick and red lipstick respectively, they both had on shimmering orange lipstick. As if the two colors had somehow mixed. 

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Draw some red getting smooches

A hand kiss for a prince!

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For the sketch request thing

Maybe big cat red au with mei and Mk snuggling on Red

Snuggle Wuggles~

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Prompt 2: “Can I kiss you?”-prompt 27: “I’m going to die.I’m going to die with an absolute IDOIT!”

Wukong and macaque are suck in a underground box crushing trap while the others are trying to find a way to turn it off (shadowpeach)

Alright!!! Word Count: 855 ______ It was a demon’s doing because it was always a demon’s doing with Wukong. Sure, it was Macaque’s fault, he’d not kept his end of a deal, but that didn’t make it not Wukong’s fault for being there in the first place! They’d been fighting, when the world turned inside out. Wukong had at first tried to break the walls, but they only shuddered at his strength and began to close in on them. Macaque had been trying to figure this out, but they had a much more pressing problem when Wukong let out a scream. So here they were, Macaque watching as Wukong tried to stop the moving wall with his body. He seemed panicked, his tail lashing back and forth like a whip as he pushed against the walls to no avail. “Peaches! Quit trying, it’s not gonna work!” Macaque was getting bored with his show. “Shut up! I’m trying to get us out of here!” Wukong hissed, pushing against the wall one last time. He seemed to realize this wasn’t getting them anywhere and slid down the wall. He hid his head in his hands, letting out a little whine. Macaque tilted his head, watching as the other monkey began to tremble. “Hey, Peaches?” “I’m gonna die…” Wukong whispered, mostly to himself, “I’m going to die in here with you!” “Woah, OK!” Macaque hissed. “I’m sorry I’m such a terrible person to die with.” “You are! You’re a terrible person, and I don’t want to die with you!” “You can’t even die! What is the issue?” Macaque watched as the other monkey demon blushed in embarrassment and yelped when the walls got closer. He mumbled something Macaque could barely hear, which was a feat in itself because of how amazing Macaque’s ears were. Macaque shot him a look and Wukong sighed. “I… have claustrophobia…” Wukong whispered. Macaque barked out a laugh, which caused Wukong to bare his teeth. “The great Handsome Monkey King is scared of a couple of walls?!” The walls pushed them closer again and Wukong whimpered, hugging his tail like an infant. Macaque’s eyes widened as he realized the terror was real. “Hey,” He said, his voice low and soft. “Come here.” Wukong snarled, “What, so you can make fun of me some more?” “Just come here.” Macaque hissed, halfway opening his arms so Wukong could slot himself inside of them. Wukong scoffed and scooted over, intending on going over slowly, but the wall moved some more and he leaped into Macaque’s arms. Macaque let out a comforting coo and Wukong snorted at him. They were really doing this, cooing at each other like regular monkeys? Wukong was about to say something when Macaque brought his hand up and pet the back of his head. It was soothing and familiar, something he’d done back when they were kids. “There you go.” Macaque said softly, “You’re okay.” They fell right back into an old routine, Macaque comforting his friend-more than friend-through a panic he couldn’t understand. Wukong let out an exhale, trying to ignore the sound of the walls getting closer. “Hey, Peaches, look at me.” Macaque’s voice was so soft, so familiar, that Wukong couldn’t help but do what Macaque told him. “You’re alright.” Wukong nuzzled closer, looking back at the walls. He gulped and turned back to Macaque, starting to shake. Macaque pulled his face close to his own, smiling. “Can I kiss you?” He asked and Wukong nodded quickly. Macaque leaned in and kissed him, falling into a familiar dance of lips. The closing in of the walls was forgotten, just the two of them. Wukong sighed into the kiss, letting himself feel light and forget his panic for the time being. The walls got closer, close enough that they touched the toes of his boots. --- The fight had stopped when the two dueling monkey demons had suddenly disappeared in a flash of light. There had barely been a beat before MK was vaulting over to where they’d been fighting, shouting. “Monkey King?!” He yelled, looking around frantically. Red Son ran over, pointing at MK, “We weren’t done yet, Newdle B-” “Shut.” MK whipped around, fixing him with a glare. Red Son paled. Mei rushed over as MK was fiddling with

the staff and hopped off her bike. “What happened?” “The Monkey King and Macaque just disappeared! I’m trying to find out where they went!” The staff extended and punched into the ground, and MK jumped at the sudden movement. It took them about half an hour to dig down there and stop the box, and when they opened it they found Wukong crying into Macaque’s arms. “Monkey King?” MK asked, leaning down so he could offer the monkeys his hand. Macaque eyed him and disappeared into the shadows, causing Wukong to faceplant into the floor of the box. He groaned and let out a little sniffle. “Y-yeah kid?” He asked, terribly trying to cover up the fact that he was crying. He forced himself up and wiped his eyes quickly, before turning to MK with a shaky smile. “Do you wanna go home, Monkey King?” “Yeah…”