#Delivery Tang

[countinglegoclowns]

As thanks for putting up with my word vomit I’ve managed to put some art together!!!!

Some more info:

I’ve always had the headcanon that tang would help pigsy around the shop when they were younger. He was the first delivery boy!! Used to ride his bike around the city and stuff.

In the current era, I see him stepping up to take some strain off his family, especially now that he’s mastering teleportation lol

#tang lmk #tang lego monkie kid #tang #pigsy #pigsy lmk #freenoodles #Delivery Tang #might clean this up and make a sticker sheet #myart

[junkanimate]

I want to immagine that Tang's first reaction when he saw Mk was to losing is shit. But really, who could blame him?

Tang's amazing design was made by @countinglegoclowns, you can the find the original post here

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #lmk mk #freenoodleshipping #my art #like straight up I saw the design and I HAD TO draw him #I also believe 100% that Tang was the delivery boy before mk #also BABY MK????? IN THE SHOW????? AMAZING

[imminent-danger-came]

I love Tang cause like, he was definitely suspicious that his name was Tang, and that he had a friend named Pigsy, who had a friend named Sandy, and then MK and Mei (who is a descendant of the dragon of the west) came along, and you know the entire time in the back of his head he was thinking "oh my god we're the pilgrims????", but at the same time, how could they be? He's just Tang, he's not comparable to the great Monk Tang Sanzang. And Pigsy isn't Zhu Bajie, he's just Pigsy. They're just them. And besides, he met Pigsy's parents. It make absolutely no sense! (Deep down he knows it's true)

#I'm trying to keep this a Tang centered post but also like. this is exactly what MK did with his monkey form #Like ''well I'm just me so I can't be anything else'' #Like MK's *just* a noodle delivery boy he can't be destined for anything. Tang is *just* Tang he can't be the great Monk. #Like it's so wild #I love 4x09 because Tang gets handed his whole entire ass man #Like. ''Yeah my problem is my self confidence'' ''Bitch no it's that you don't try'' #Truly 3x08 ''I will become someone they can depend on '' in full swing #lmk theme: identity #lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk Tang #lmk rant

[glitchylikeslego]

Show Me Your Moves! (Chapter 14)

AO3 STORY

WE'RE ALL CAUGHT UP WITH THE AO3 STORY! From this point on in the story, the chapters will be uploaded on here and AO3 on the same days :)

Chapter 14 : Return

Return deals damage and has no secondary effects. It has more power the more friendship the user has.

The Calabash.

Oh how you worried for MK’s mental state.

The thought of Mei ‘confessing’ to MK made you cringe.

When Sandy called you earlier, panicking that MK was missing, you tried to calm him down and explain that MK was most likely okay, but that didn’t help very much.

Instead of opening up shop like normal, Sandy decided to take the day off with his therapy cats and you went to Pigsy’s restaurant for the first time. Upon your arrival, Mei threw herself into you. “You’re okay!”

“Yeah, I’m fine? What happened? I heard MK went missing.”

“He just went on a delivery and never came back! We don’t know the specifics.” Tang explained as Pigsy was grumbling at his counter.

“I’m sure he’s fine. MK is super OP, right? He’ll be fine.” You comforted Mei by patting her head. 

Mei’s muffled “I guess…” Barely reached your ears, and she just shoved her face in your shoulder as she sulked.

Despite Pigsy being obviously irritated that MK hasn’t returned, he still looked really worried and stressed, same with Tang, who’s been chewing the same noodles for longer than he normally would.

You patted Mei on the head and pushed her off yourself and approached Pigsy. “Hey, I said MK would be okay, you just need to trust in him.”

You could hear a quiet voice in the back of your head shout out “hypocrite!” at you. Pigsy sighed. “Ugh I know, but seeing these orders stack up and him not answering my calls still worries me.”

You contemplated for a moment before taking the food into your arms. “I can do it.” You offered. They all looked at you in surprise, and Pigsy thought it over carefully.

“It can give me a good chance to try and look for MK too!” You added, and with that, Pigsy immediately agreed to it.

Mei, with the proposition that you could deliver things for Pigsy and keep a lookout for MK, immediately agreed to drive you around on her motorbike to help you. You spent the next few hours looking for the successor, but to no avail.

And while that was a total flop, it wasn’t all bad, as you ended up coming face to face with an orange cat, and was rescued by the little girl who owned it as her mother thanked you for the delivery.

You felt a cool dread in your gut.

Mei continued driving you around the entire city, even after you were all finished to look for MK, but he still hasn’t come up yet.

Just how long is he stuck in there for?

You and Mei return to Pigsy’s MK-less, both of you being tired from all the driving around, and Mei was sulking even more.

Pigsy and Tang looked at you questioningly, only to deflate again when you shook your head no. 

“I don’t get it. Where is that kid?” Pigsy growled in frustration. 

And speak of the devil and he shall appear. 

Or in this case, the Monkie man. 

In the entrance to Pigsy’s was MK, still slightly frazzled from the Calabash and holding his staff in his hands. 

“MK!” You and Mei exclaim in relief, and Pigsy storms up to him. 

“Where have you been!? You’re lucky those two volunteered to pull your weight for you!” And while he didn’t say it, you could tell Pigsy was relieved that MK was okay. 

And on cue, MK started crying in happiness that Pigsy was normal and not the fake one. 

You decided to tune him out a bit, just glad that everyone isn’t stressed that he was missing anymore. 

And you were startled when everyone began yelling at him. Mainly startled because Mei had screamed loud and it hurt. 

You snapped your lego claw the best you could next to where your ear would be and when you confirmed you still had your hearing, you approached MK and gave him a side hug. “I knew you’d be okay. What happened anyway?”

He shuddered. “Something that I don’t want happening ever again.” 

You nodded as the three continued yelling at MK and decided to be one with the moment, not ready to make another moment like this sour with your cynical thoughts of what’s to come in the near future. 

5 episodes done, 5 more to go…

… dammit brain. 

~~~

<PREV ~ NEXT>

#lego #lego monkie kid #lmk mk #lmk sandy #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #x reader #reader insert #platonic relationships #platonic #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral post #cross posted on ao3 #lady bone demon #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong #lmk wukong #lmk pigsy #lmk red son #lmk tang #lmk #lmk mei #lmk monkey king #lmk mayor #lmk porty clone #lmk artist clone #lmk delivery clone

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

. WAS ANYONE GONNA TELL ME THAT JINSHI CALLS MAOMAO A GOOD GIRL IN THE DUB OR DID I HAVE TO FIND THAT OUT MYSELF…….. OBLIVIOUS & DEFENSELESS ……………

#WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKJJ #sorry . #episode 3 timestamp 05:53 btw #in case anyone is having a rough day #kaiji tang my beloved 🥺 i’m not huge on this dub but!! he’s doing a real good job #hhhh. HHHHHH. his delivery on that line……….. #foaming at the mouth #kairo if u see this. you have Doomed me #ari noises ✩

[skellebonez]

Voices Heard In The Static

The second fic for @lunar-wandering's Monkie Destiny Challenge! I am doing 8 prompts per "week", sometimes using both prompts per day and sometimes just one. This one includes:

Night, Curse, Chaos, Shadow, Enemy, Stars, Ghosts, Bug

This one is actually a horror one shot, nothing super scary but I felt I should note it.

AO3 Link!

MK knew he wasn't imagining things. Someone was in his TV.

He heard them talking to him at night.

At first it wasn't to him, no. At first it was just general odd noises. The hiss of static after it turned itself on. A blip in the white noise. Maybe something that could have passed as some kind of signal coming through.

But MK knew someone was in his TV. They spoke to him last night.

He couldn't make out what they said, of course. It was too soft, too far away. But it was clear enough to him that it was a voice saying something. It had startled him enough that he had turned the TV off.

When he woke up the TV was on.

He didn't remember turning it back on.

It didn't turn back on before he headed down to work.

~

“Have you been sleeping?” Tang asked softly. “You look-”

“Exhausted, I know,” MK said with a yawn. “I have, just. Not a lot.”

MK frowned, making it a point not to look at the TV set up in the corner of the restaurant. It was off, no static in sight or to be heard. But he would SWEAR… he could swear he could hear the softest hint of a whisper.

This had been happening for at least a week now, the noise from the TV, only at night. But now he was wondering if it was starting to escalate. Did he really hear a whisper? Or was it his mind playing tricks on him, making him imagine voices where there were none because of what he had convinced himself he had heard the night before?

He almost managed to convince himself that he had imagined the entire thing before he woke up to his TV being on. In his confusion (and not fear, he was not afraid of noise from a TV) he had summoned his clones and asked them if he was forgetting something. If he had maybe slept walked (a first for him, as he had never done so before). Sometimes he could count on his clones to recall things that he was unable to consciously.

All of them agreed that he had not woken up and turned his TV back on in the night.

That left two options. SOMEONE had come into his room and turned the TV on, which... even if it was something like a prank? He couldn't see it being funny enough to anyone he would know for them to do something as simple as that. Or it had turned itself on.

He could have brushed it off as him maybe rolling over on the remote if he hadn't made sure to leave it on his kitchenette counter the night before... and it was still there when he awoke.

Delivery chiming in after a few seconds of silence to say he could have sworn the voice was saying MK's name did nothing to assuage his confusion and fears.

“I’ll be fine, Mr.Tang, “ Mk said after a few moments of awkward silence, the other man’s concern shining through his expression without anything else needing to be said. “I’ll go to sleep early, ok?”

He could tell that Tang was weary of believing him before he nodded.

“OK, MK. Just. Take care of yourself, OK? The last time you looked this tired things went a little sideways.”

~

MK stared at his TV.

It would eventually turn itself on. He knew it would.

There would eventually be some kind of sound. He knew there would be.

But tonight.

Tonight he would try to hear what that sound was.

What that VOICE was.

WHO that voice was.

He just had to wait.

In the dark.

With only the TV and the stars lighting his room.

He waited five minutes.

Ten.

Thirty.

By the sixty minute mark MK had made himself comfortable on the foot of his bed and was wondering if he actually made the whole thing up in his head due to getting slammed in the face during one too many fight with rogue demons. Or he had dreamed it up on the last night that he got a decent amount of sleep and mistook it for reality. Or, somehow, he was just losing it entirely. Maybe he was just genuinely hearing things that were not there and he needed to talk with the Monkey King about whether or not this was a side effect of his powers or ask Sandy for a referral to a therapist or-

“-K.”

... If it was a hallucination... it was a very convincing one. Then again, they usually were.

But there it was. That same voice he heard last time, the whisper he could have sworn he heard coming from the TV earlier in the day. Low and almost soft enough that if he had something playing on his phone he may have entirely missed it in the static and the noise. But it was THERE.

It was at this moment MK thought that, maybe if this was actually real, it may be best to have one of his clones with him. Safety in numbers and all that, plus they had seemed to have heard the voice as well.

It took him less than a few seconds to summon Delivery, the most calm headed of his main trio who might have actually done something should the moment arise. And the clone said nothing as he was summoned, taking in the heavy atmosphere of MK's bedroom and his memories and knowing that now was not the time to try to crack a joke to lighten the mood.

He did open his mouth to say something, but it was cut short when the voice sounded again. It was louder through the static this time and while neither of them could quite make out who's voice it was they could make out what it was saying.

“MK.”

Delivery had been right, that... that voice was calling out to him specifically.

The two shared a glance, neither wanting to make a sound or even move from their vantage point on the bed.

“L-... u-... t MK.”

That was new.

That was more than one word.

That sent chills up MK and Delivery's spines.

The static seemed to grow more intense for a moment and then darken in that intensity, the noise almost growing louder than what MK thought that his TV speakers could have been physically capable of. There was no way it could have gotten that loud, his

TV wasn't BUILT to get that loud!

MK yelped as he covered his ears, but it hardly seemed to make a dent in the noise that was assaulting him. Couldn't his neighbors or the people outside hear it? He expected someone to be yelling at him to turn it down, Delivery was TRYING to turn the TV down, but no other noise came but the static and for a moment MK genuinely feared that his eardrums would rupture and-

Suddenly there was an icy stab of pain in his head.

And then it stopped.

MK would have thought he'd gone deaf had his and Delivery's breathing not been so loud in his ears, not if the static of the TV hadn't turned back to it's normal volume.

“... Do you think it-” “LET US OUT MK!”

Delivery never  got to finish his sentence- the loudness of the static coming back in full force along with the new sound of screaming. So many screaming voices, screaming his name and demands and pleas and cursing his existence and suddenly they were THERE.

He couldn't even hear his clone's scream as he backpedaled off the bed, eyes locked onto the screen as his head throbbed in pain. They were there, they were all there, slamming their hands one by one against the glass of his television screen as if trying to break out of it, the blue and white of their ghastly forms shining through in detail his cheap screen could never replicate. Mayor and the spiders, they had never saved the spiders had they, never had the chance to and Lady Bone Demon absorbed them all and Mayor shouldn't he still be alive hadn't they set him free? Free, he was free right he had to be free but here he was in his TV face sunken and gaunt as if he had wasted away beside the spiders with their cracked chitin and sunken eyes screaming “NO, NO, DON'T LET HIM OUT HELP US PLEASE MK PLEASE” and SCREAMING screaming that he would get out and find MK and destiny DESTINY WOULD BE FULFILLED AND-

MK didn't realize that Delivery had grabbed him until the TV was smashed into pieces on the ground and he was carrying him out the door, blood dropping from his hands as they continued to cover his ears.

~

Sun Wukong found the Mayor a few days later.

They didn't know exactly what he had tried to do to regain his powers the Lady Bone Demon granted him, but the Monkey King assured him that it was dealt with.

MK decided not to get a new TV.

Just in case.

... but sometimes he could almost swear he heard something through the speakers on his phone, before he thought better of it.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #fanfiction #fanfic #lmk mk #delivery clone #lmk tang #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk mayor #horror #monkie destiny challenge 2023 #I tagged it major character death on ao3 but it is ONLY implied #Nothing is described in the fic

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

no you guys dont understand i actually owe kaiji tang my firstborn now

#THE FUCKING DELIVERY IM LITERALLY GONNA FUCKING DIE #IF NOBODY GOT ME I KNOW MAMORU MIYANO AND KAIJI TANG GOT ME ‼️‼️‼️ #bsd spoilers

[cusimmrbrightside]

Chapter three of The Four Eared Monkie Prince is out!

As usual don’t be afraid to talk to me about it, I like to think I’m easy to talk to.

#lmk #lego monkie kid #mk lmk #lmk freenoodles #shadowpeach #Mei lmk #tang lmk #pigsy lmk #sun wukong lmk #macaque lmk #delivery clone #artist clone #porty clone #lmk fanfiction

[getougender]

“no. it wasn’t me. my best friend found it. my only friend, really.”

YOU.

#gojou satoru #riko.txt #jjk #the dub made Choices. i need to watch it sometime soon #tbh i feel like this is discrediting shouko. #but also. The Delivery. kaiji tang what do u have to say for yourself.

[countinglegoclowns]

*horrendous royalty-free birthday music blasting in the background*

Happy (probably late by now) birthday toby!!!!!!!

here's some noodles as a presnt (for free!! :D!)

AaAHSHEUAGSNAKDHSJRI???!!!!$7:)/)/$;788

THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOSH?????

This is incredible 🥺🥺🥺💛💛💛

#freenoodles #clownspeak #delivery tang #it’s goin in the tag

[py-dreamer]

figured its about time I posted SOMETHING

Other than being a professional freeloader storyteller,

I imagine Tang to be someone like a university teacher (at least in his younger days)

On occasions where Pigsy is far to busy to look after Xiaotian AND run the restaurant AND most likely do deliveries himself (if he had any-)

I imagine that Tang would take Mk to his university and I think it'd be funny if one day, he loses Mk who wanders to the lecture room waiting for Mr Tang

Mah boi has seen first handed what this job's all about!

He's studied his papa Mr Tang's methods, carefully dedicating his attention to his every word (until the next butterfly pops by)

He's bored and he shan't let these poor tall people wither away in boredom and shall only share the highest form education he was bestowed with....

...he started singing the ABCs

And bemused, the rest of the students follow him as the young professor taught with such vigor

...until Tang finally found the child, scooped a fussed Xiaotian up, apologized and started the lecture

(based off one tiktok I found idk the name)

(click photo for less sh!tty quality)

#lmk #art #my beloved #lego monkie kid #pog champ #py's_art #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #lmk tang #pigsy and tang are married #pigsy and tang are Mk's parents #he would absolutely do this #baby mk #wee baby #he deserves the world

[multistan-247]

❝ 𝖘𝖆𝖞 𝖒𝖞 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊 ❞

⚠︎ Characters: Bf!Nanami Kento × fem!reader

⚠︎ Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, fingering, fluff, nipple play, Nanami helping out his girlfriend with bad case of cramps, descriptions of blood, periods, period sex, fingering, dysmenorrhea (cramps), aftercare, soft dom!Nanami (we love to see it), teasing, praise, slight dirty talk (?), kissing.

⚠︎ Synopsis: Kento wants to take care of you, but you won't let him. A few reassuring words, kisses and convincing, you let him finger-fuck your cramps away <33

A/N: Completely self-indulgent, short and sweet. I'm a whore for him and want my titties sucked by that mouth of his <3 - also this been sitting in my drafts for 8 months or sumn. exams got my creative juices flowin'.

Kento Nanami is disappointed when your arms don't go around his neck in greeting after he returns from his long day at Jujutsu High.

Instead, he's greeted by your back, already walking to the couch in slow, tired steps.

"What's wrong, love? Is everything okay?"

You have little to no energy to answer, and you don't. Kento doesn't need to see this side of you, you think, as you pull yourself into your redundant warmth left in the seat you were occupying.

He winced as the reason flashed at him.

Nanami hates seeing you in pain, tired and shut off, curled into the edge of the couch with a pout on your pretty lips. You stay away from human interaction every time your period arrives to avoid making them prey to your emotional fluctuations. You're sore, achy and quiet, and he hates it. Seeing you hide from him as you suffer from those menacing cramps is his last straw, deciding that he must take matters in his own hands for your well-being.

His lips skim over the delicate skin of your neck, laying down kisses all over, making you squirm with his gentle teasing.

His eyes are dark with profound lust as his long fingers pump in and out of your cunt, rubbing your walls perfectly, the extra lubrication allowing him to ease his fingers more deeply inside you, and restrains himself from tasting the moans and whimpers off your decadent lips.

"So sensitive."

The teasing lilt behind his husky voice makes your walls flutter around his fingers, eyelids shutting close at the sensation, a small, audible cry of pleasure coming from your throat as your belly palpitates.

Your lashes are thick with unshed tears, fingers curling into the sheets as you try your best to rock into his fingers, reluctant to keep your gaze locked to his, as more moans tumble down your kiss-bitten lips.

The smell and tang of blood ignored, neutralized by your nose; all you can smell is him, all you can feel is him; his eyes, his fingers; the sound of him, the guttural edge to his voice, the praises and kisses his mouth provided you after one displeased look on your face.

Spread out like his favourite meal, continuous mewls of his name, your submission and trust towards him handed in a silver platter, for him to taste and have his fill. Not to mention the way pale pink slick coated your swollen folds, the tip of your clit red, streaks of crimson staining those pretty nether lips guarding the most intimate parts of your body.

All because of a few languid strokes of his fingers in your little pussy.

Kento feels inexplicable joy as your mouth slacks open.

"Look at me."

The rasping delivery of his voice has your head turn to the other side and nod a 'no' furiously, eyelids squeezed shut, tummy fluttering with a couple hundred butterflies, wanting to stray away from his intense gaze.

"C'mon. Let me see those eyes, Y/n. I'm not going to ask again."

Reluctantly, you peel your eyes open to meet his, lips parting open to release a few unsteady breaths at the sight of his lustful chestnut browns.

"Now, tell me what you want. I'll give it to you. Go on, ask."

"Nanami-" you're cut off by a high pitched whine as his tongue draws a circle around your belly button.

He knows how sensitive you are during these days and doesn't hesitate to take advantage of it.

"I said, tell me what you want. Beg only when I ask you to."

Your requests die down as he grasps your hip with one free hand, jerking you close to him before reaching out, trailing his hand up your body to your tangled wrists and pulling them above your head, holding it up and above because he needs your attention.

He ogles at your breasts, sore, tingly, aching to be touched, to be licked and stimulated, to relieve them of their discomfort and see your face twisted with pleasure.

"Tell me what you want, baby."

Your back arches when the warm wetness of his pink tongue gives a firm lick to your left nipple, gasping out his name and loud into the room.

"Don't hesitate."

He huffs, briefly kissing your lips and tightening the grip of his hand on your wrists.

Your neck is turned away, heat occupying your face, chest rising and falling rapidly as you writhe. Nanami's fingers graze a spot which has you crying out and clenching over his thick fingers, much to his content.

A breathy gasp falls to his ears when he blows warm air to your nipples, taut and longing to be played with.

"If you don't speak," he says, kissing your sternum, "I'll keep toying with you until you cum hard on my fingers."

His warning is not taken into consideration when he envelopes his lips around your nipple and sucks, instantly drawing moans from you. He hollows his cheeks, pulling your teat into his ardent mouth, letting his tongue do the work. Incomprehensible sounds, whines and cries is all he hears, flicking your oversensitive bud, simultaneously driving his fingers into you at a slow, agonizing pace.

"Kento!-" you moan, his gaze immediately following you.

"Yes?"

"Please."

Finally.

You're finally looking at him, at his eyes, at the desperate craving in his eyes.

The thick fingers inside you stroke every nerve ending, your climax inching towards you in a steady but rapid pace. You whine as he presses the heel of his rough palm against your clit, grounding into the bundle of nerves as he fingers you simultaneously.

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart." he asks, this time, his voice so sweet and soothing that you'd think this was a regular conversation with him.

"I- mmh- wanna cum, Kento- need to cum on your fingers."

"As you wish, sweetie. Go on, come for me."

Your walls tighten and clench around his fingers multiple times, a singular screech of his name in your voice, gooseflesh covering your skin as you ride out your peak on his hand, leaving huge wrinkles in the white sheets he loved oh so much.

You hazily recognise your boyfriend's face as he appears in your focus, your first action being to get his head close to yours and kiss him hard.

Nanami is the one who breaks it and grunts:

"Let's take this to the shower, yeah? You need a massage as well. Now, come here and allow me to carry you, okay?"

Sometimes, you need a little pampering and who better than Nanami to remind you of that?

© 2023 all rights to multistan-247 - don't copy or modify.

#nanami #nanami kento #kento nanami #nanami kento x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x reader #nanami smut #kento smut #nanami kento smut #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jjk manga #jjk anime #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk nanami #kento

[glitchylikeslego]

Show Me Your Moves! (Chapter 9)

AO3 STORY

tw: reader uses a knife at the end

Chapter 9 : Sketch

Sketch is a non-damaging move that allows the user to copy the opponent's move permanently, replacing Sketch. 

You internally cursed Tang out in your head as you spotted an energetic MK painting along with Sandy. 

For a second, you were glad that MK appeared to be back to normal, but then you remembered the madness that was his Artist Clone. You remember that it only took 15 hours for Porty to go on his power trip, and you were pretty sure Artist was earlier than Porty, and that’s why you felt that off feeling as you watched MK take two paint brushes and begin painting even more.

“How long has he been at this?” You whisper-asked Sandy, who whispered back that he’s been painting for about Five hours now. You shuddered. Five hours already? Ten hours or less left to go…

Two hours.

The clone lasted for two hours.

“It needs to be better. It needs to be better.” The Artist Clone muttered to himself as he painted an intricate mural of MK dancing, surrounded by clones playing different instruments.

Despite its beauty, Artist didn’t seem pleased with it.

“I think it’s pretty good, MK.” Sandy said, and you felt fear strike into your very soul when Artist MK turned to the two of you with an insane look on his face.

“Pretty good? Pretty good!? That’s not good enough.” You and Sandy cowered and hugged each other as Artist MK yelled at you two. “You asked me to help paint your boat and that’s what I’m gonna do. I won’t stop until it’s perfect!” 

“I think it’s already perfect, MK.” You decided to stay, and he glared at you, making you even more nervous.

There was a small beat of silence, Artist MK’s eye twitched, then he attacked.

Sandy stood in front of you, hoping his natural strength could hold Artist MK back, but Artist MK’s funky mystic monkey powers easily kicked Sandy’s butt. Startled, you were powered up again, much like how you were back at the Weather Station, instead this time, the waves of the water became harsh, rocking the boat.

This didn’t intimidate the Artist Clone, and he ended up tying you and Sandy up before returning to his painting.

“Hey.” Sandy whispered to you, tied up suspended in the air. “Since when could you do that? The water thing?”

Ah, you forgot he was technically a water demon…

“The water thing? Just now, but apparently I’ve been unlocking these wacky abilities since Red Son took over the Weather Station. Remember when I punched that Bull Clone?” Your boss nodded. “Well, I also was covered in electricity, which totally short circuited the clone.”

Sandy nodded in understanding, and for the next few hours, you sat on the ground uncomfortable as Artist MK constantly painted over the murals he made over and over again, complaining about imperfections all the while.

“Yes, yes, the art is seeping into my pores!” Artist MK dragged a pink coated paintbrush across his face with an insane grin. “Just needs… One. More. Coat.” He turned to you and Sandy slowly, scaring the heck out of the two of you. 

“You missed a spot!”

“Where!?” Artist Clone then disappeared in a puff of dust and hair, and the real MK appeared. 

“Hey, MK. Mystic Monkey business?” Sandy asks knowingly, and MK nods. 

“How many of those clones did you make?” You ask curiously, maybe he’d give you an actual answer as to how many he actually made and not just the main three clones from this episode. 

Instead, he yelled out about Mei and rushed off, and you remembered that he’s better off saving her before she probably gets actually obliterated by that claw machine if he didn’t make it like last time. 

“So… now what?” Sandy wiggled a bit, making him swing side to side. 

“I think I can do something…” You replied. You wiggled around some too before one of your LEGO claw hands popped out of the ropes. You grabbed a knife from your pocket. 

“Since when did you have that!?” Sandy helps out in alarm, and you chuckle. 

“Since you hired me? You have quite a few of these just laying around in the store. I actually feel kind of comfortable walking around if I have an unreasonably sharp object to protect me.” You replied, easily cutting the ropes that Artist MK tied you in before freeing Sandy. 

“I don't think that’s a good thing.” Sandy said as you freed him, easily landing on his feet. 

You shrug. “Eh, what else do I have?”

He grabbed the knife from you with an unimpressed look on his face. “Those super strong powers you just admitted to having?”

You stared blankly for a second before pointing finger guns at him. “Touché.” 

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[probablyasocialecologist]

It’s become a real challenge to keep up with every Palestine protest and action happening in this country, but I am going to round-up some of that have occurred in recent days in case you missed them. Over 75 activists shut down and blocked all entrances to Boeing Building 598 in Saint Charles, Missouri. The facility manufactures the Small Diameter Bombs (SDBs) and Joint Direct Attack Munition (JDAM) bombs that Israel is using Gaza. “We are joining millions of people across the United States and around the world in demanding an end to Israeli’s brutal assault on Gaza and its decades-long occupation of Palestine,” said Ellie Tang, a member of the anti-war organization Dissenters, in a statement. “We urge Congress and Biden to hear the calls of millions of us living in this country, and push for a ceasefire. Until Congress blocks the bombs, we will.” After shutting operations down for 2 hours, the facility canceled its deliveries for the day. 500 protesters with Jewish Voice for Peace (JVP) took over the Statue of Liberty’s platform, dropped banners, held a sit-in, and chanted for a ceasefire. “HAPPENING NOW AT THE STATUE OF LIBERTY: Hundreds of Jews and allies are holding an emergency sit-in, taking over the island to demand a ceasefire in Gaza. We refuse to allow a genocide to be carried out in our names. Ceasefire now to save lives! Never again for anyone!,” tweeted the organization. Oakland protesters blocked a ship from leaving its port for hours. The boat was headed to the Port of Tacoma to pick up arms destined for Israel. Hundreds of protesters are currently occupying that port and at least one worker is refusing to take the cargo after learning about its use. At a Get Out the Vote rally, Democratic candidate Senator John Fetterman (D-PA) was confronted by a protester calling for a ceasefire. “4,000 plus dead children in Palestine. 9,000 plus dead civilians, get off the stage. … Get off the stage. I don’t care … get off the stage,” he yelled before being escorted out of the building by police. Tens of thousands gathered in San Francisco to demand a ceasefire. “I can feel the momentum of it and that’s why we had to get out today,” one told the local CBS station. “My son’s in Trafalgar Square right now or he was earlier today. Same deal. People who just feel the injustice of the world.” A speech by Senator Cory Booker (D-NJ) in New Jersey was interrupted by activists calling on him to back a ceasefire. He quickly exited the stage. Rhode Island Senators Jack Reed and Sheldon Whitehouse were disrupted at event by protesters calling for a ceasefire. Rep. Grace Meng was confronted by protesters asking when she will back a ceasefire. She remained silent and her staff told them, “There’s a time and place for this.”

#palestine #israel #USA #us elections #antizionism

[quitealotofsodapop]

Silly LMK au where Bai He is Tang's daughter;

Tang aquires Bai He (adoption, next of kin, or biologically) around the time Pigsy finds MK, causing the two new parents to go "well damn, we're together with kids now I guess. Might as well move in together." ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pigsy is convinced that their precious baby girl can do no wrong - Tang is far more wiser about his daughter's tricks - Bai He has her Baba wrapped around her little finger.

Canon is almost identical at first except MK pretty much grows up with a mischievous baby sister that he's uber protective of. And ofc MK openly calls the two men his parents (Baba and Bama/Pama for Pigsy and Tang respectively) cus why not? Probably has a small crisis at the age he realises that he's not Freenoodles bio-kid.

Bai He likes following/tagging along on noodle drives to hang out with her big bro (and play Pokemon Go). She tags along with MK on the fateful delivery that leads to him getting the staff.

Bai He is the type of little kid to look the newly-resurrected Demon Bull King in the eye and loudly proclaim; "HEY! You leave my gēge alone you bully!", causing MK to panic even harder about the situation they're both in. (Though DBK & PIF are struck impressed by the human calf's daring).

When MK gains the Monkey King himself as his mentor - Bai He respectively gains a shadowy bodyguard.

Things after New Years however? Well...

Lets just say that LBD cannot hide from the fury of the Golden Cicada :)

#lmk bai he #lmk lbd's host #lmk tang #lmk pigsy #freenoodles #freenoodlesshipping #lmk mk #qi xiaotian #lmk aus #lmk #lego monkie kid #au ideas #cicada lily au #maybe

[lunar-wandering]

Kaiju's and Blankets

!!!Season 4 Special Spoilers are in this fic!!!

Summary: MK gets sick, and gets stuck in kaiju form as a result. Everything else that spirals from that point is nobody else's fault but Wukong's. (Who is DEFINITELY not sick, thank you very much).

Word Count: 6.6k

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“MK are you… sure you’re okay to run deliveries today?” 

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Well…” Pigsy trailed off, uncertain, looking up and down at MK’s rather… unkempt appearance today, as well as noting how almost hoarse the kid’s voice sounded, watching as MK’s smile despite these facts remained unchanged- even as his whole body jolted as he flickered with a golden glitch. “You’re doing the thing.” 

“What thing? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” MK glitched again, reaching behind himself just in time to grab his monkey tail as it appeared, holding it behind his back in an attempt to keep it out of view- an attempt that severely failed as Pigsy leveled him with concerned look, Mei even looking up from her phone game to raise her eyebrow at his actions. He sniffled, raising his free arm and rubbing his nose on the back of his sleeve, grabbing the takeout bags afterwards, partially disguising it as a more casual movement. “Aaaaanyways- I’ll just be out delivering these! Won’t even take that long! Be back soon!” 

Both Pigsy and Mei watched in concerned silence as MK walked backwards out of the restaurant, giving the both of them a rather sloppy salute before turning off and sprinting down the street, leaving cracks in the pavement behind him- albeit he didn’t seem to notice. Mei sighed, pocketing her phone. 

“He’s going to pass out, isn’t he.” She deadpanned, Pigsy nodding solemnly in agreement with her assessment. She stood up, stretching her arms above her head and rolling her shoulders, loosening up her muscles. 

“You’d better go after him, Mei.” 

“Already on it, Mr. Pig Dad Sir!” Mei bent down, getting into a ready to run position- 

Only to be thrown off balance as it was like the entire world shook, the building trembling, a sound similar to an explosion resounding as both her and Pigsy got tossed into the air from the force. Mei, thankfully, oriented herself to land on her feet- using a touch of dragon power to zoom into the kitchen and catch as many objects as she could before they could shatter on the ground. 

Pigsy wasn’t nearly so lucky, instead slamming down onto the floor, the wind getting knocked out of him. He remained on the floor, taking a moment to catch his breath, before groaning as he slowly pushed himself up, Mei quickly setting her objects on the counter and rushing over to give him a hand. 

“What was that?!” He wheezed, giving Mei a pat on the shoulder as thanks before making his way towards the door. Before he could get there however, Tang was suddenly there, appearing in a golden flash of light, staff in hand and looking frazzled and panicked, not even letting Pigsy or Mei get a word out before he spoke. 

“You guys are going to want to see this.” 

With no further explanation, he slammed his staff on the ground, both Pigsy and Mei shielding their eyes, closing them against the light as they felt the now-familiar sensation of teleportation. When they opened them again, they both blinked, taking in the absolute destruction. 

There were buildings that were literally flattened, pressed down against the ground- a few fires starting up in the remains of some of them. Thankfully, there had long since been a magic system put in place to automatically teleport people in danger out of the way in the case of possible natural disasters, and most of this space was an area that had been abandoned since Spider Queen’s attack the previous year, so there wasn’t that much concern about civilians, but. 

There was a giant crater in the ground that most certainly had not been there before, one that they were currently standing at the very edge of. 

And, at the middle of the crater, standing awkwardly at the exact center of all the destruction, with his tails swishing nervously… was MK. 

In kaiju form. 

“Well,” Mei put her hands on her hips, “That’s less than ideal.” 

“You’re telling me.” All three of them jumped as Sandy suddenly appeared out of nowhere behind them, staring at MK with obvious concern. “He told me last night that he was just coming down with a little cold.” 

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s very little anymore.” Pigsy sighed in exasperation, stepping forwards, about to jump down into the crater and approach MK, planning on lecturing him about the importance of not hiding illnesses again- 

“Ah- wait!” Tang grabbed the back of Pigsy’s clothes, pulling him back towards him. 

Just in time it seemed, as MK suddenly twitched, all three of his tails coming to a complete standstill as he inhaled, turning to the side to face more towards the uninhabited part of town-

Another sound like an explosion went off, and Tang just barely managed to get a shield up in time to protect them from the resulting shockwave as MK’s entire kaiju body jerked forwards.  The ground shook, and all of them stumbled, barely remaining standing, a cloud of debris getting kicked up as more houses were flattened. 

It was only when the dust finally settled that Mei fully processed what had just happened. 

“Was that a sneeze?” She asked, as the shield slowly flickered away. “He did all this with just a sneeze???” 

“It… appears so.” Tang said. 

Mei wasn’t entirely sure if that was cool, or mildly scary. 

After a moment of deliberation, she settled on it being concerning. Something like that couldn’t be good for MK’s health, obviously. (Even if his power level being well over what must be 9,000 was awesome as all hell). 

“Yeah… I hate to say it, but I think we’re going to need Monkey King’s help on this one.” Pigsy crossed his arms, thinking. “Now, the only question is… how do we get a kaiju to Flower Fruit Mountain?” 

The words “Flower Fruit Mountain” seemed to have somehow managed to catch MK’s attention, as he turned towards them, seemingly only just now noticing they were there, as his tails and fur stood up on end in what could only be best interpreted as shock at their presence. In mere seconds, he had crossed over to stand in front of them, kneeling down on the ground to be closer to eye level with them- the ground slightly shaking with the motion. 

He looked… apologetic, a tiny noise akin to a whine escaping from him- Pigsy wasn’t even sure if he could speak like this- based on Macaque, he probably should be able to, but then again, Pigsy had never seen a sick Macaque kaiju (and, quite frankly, never wanted to). Still though, he gave his best disappointed stare up at him, MK shrinking back a little. 

“Yeah yeah, I know all your excuses, kid. Right now, let's just focus on getting you out of kaiju form- don’t think you’ve escaped the lecture though.” He hastily added on the end upon seeing MK start to look slightly hopeful. MK, in response, slumped a little, his tails and ears drooping. “Do not give me the puppy dog eyes, kid. We’ve got, for lack of a better word, bigger problems right now.” 

MK let out a small rumbling chuckle- and then instantly turned to the side to cough into his arm, the ground shaking again, but Pigsy focused less on his sudden loss of balance and instead on how… painful it sounded. Maybe that’s why MK wasn’t talking, he had sounded quite hoarse earlier, maybe it hurt more to speak now. 

Either way… 

“We need to get you to Flower Fruit Mountain.” Tang finished Pigsy’s thought before he could even speak it. “Albeit… I’m not entirely sure how. Sandy’s boat is way too small, and I’m not sure that I can teleport you when you’re like… this.” 

MK tilted his head to the side, seemingly in contemplation. And then, a very familiar smirk appeared on his kaiju face. 

Pigsy knew what that smirk meant. 

It meant trouble. 

“Kid, I swear-” Pigsy didn’t get the chance to finish that sentence, as, without any form of warning, MK was reaching down, scooping all four of them up into one hand. 

Pigsy and Tang’s matching screams were nearly drowned out by the sound of Mei’s loud enthusiastic cheering. 

MK slowly and carefully stood up, holding his hand close to his chest to help keep his hand stable as he slowly started walking his way out of the city, keeping a close eye on where he put his feet. Pigsy, subtly, used the opportunity to check the kid for fever- albeit, like this, with MK in this form, he couldn’t really tell. MK felt a little warm, but he had no idea what the normal for a kaiju even was. 

It was only when they reached the beach- and MK just kept going, stepping into the ocean, that Pigsy realized what MK was planning to do. 

“MK, this really isn’t the best idea, you’re just going to-” 

“Make myself more sick?” 

All four of them startled as MK’s voice came out in basically a whisper from behind them. 

Turning around, they could barely make out the form of MK, in monkey form, hovering inside of his kaiju, where the heart would reside. His position perfectly mirrored his kaiju’s completely, his legs moving in tandem with it- almost like he was controlling a mech. He was looking down, and it took Pigsy a moment to realize that it was because his kaiju was looking down at them- MK must only be able to see through his kaiju’s eyes, then. 

“I don’t think what happens in this form can really transfer to my physical state.” MK continued, voice somehow, despite being in a hoarse whisper, still sounding far more energetic than a sick person should sound. “I can’t even feel the water around my feet!” 

Pigsy huffed. 

“If this comes back to bite you, do not come complaining to me.” He mumbled. 

The rest of the trip through the ocean was slightly slow, but mostly peaceful. (There was one point, where MK had sneezed again, accidentally dropping them in the process as he turned away from them, but thankfully, Mei had been fast enough to snatch them up in her dragon form before they could hit the water. MK had, softly, apologized as they were settled back into his hand, to which Mei threatened to steal all his copies of the Monkey Mech game if he dropped them again. MK had whined about it for the following 15 minutes). 

When they reached Flower Fruit Mountain, MK stood still on the beach for a moment too long, the others turning back to him in concern. 

“...I swear, you better not be about to sneeze again.” Mei threatened. There was a moment where MK didn’t respond- 

And then they were all clinging to his hand as MK gave a full body shake, kicking both his legs, sending water droplets flying everywhere to the beach below. 

It was only when they were steady again that Mei let out a strangled laugh. 

“You’re like a dog!” 

MK pointedly avoided looking at them. 

“...I tried not to.” He mumbled, “Instinct took over…” 

Mei cackled at him, MK finally looking back down at them with a pout. Pigsy rolled his eyes. 

It took far faster than usual to climb the mountain up to the waterfall that led to Wukong’s recently rebuilt house, mainly due to MK not needing to take nearly as many steps. He gently lowered his hand to the ground, allowing the others to step off, before reaching out a finger, placing it in the water to split it in two, allowing a path of access through it. 

It was only when all four of them had crossed through it that MK let out a distressed sound, causing them to turn back around to face him. 

There was a beat, before they realized the issue. 

“Oh.” Tang said, “You can’t fit.” 

There was a slightly louder distressed noise. Sandy stepped back to the other side of the waterfall, patting MK on the side of the leg. 

“Don’t worry MK, I’m sure Mr. King will have something that will, at the least, make you a little smaller!! I’ll just stay out here with you while the others go in, if that’s okay?” 

MK glanced back at Pigsy. 

“We won’t be long, kid.” He affirmed, and MK gave him a nod, before slowly pulling his hand back, the flow of the water once more slamming down and obscuring him and Sandy from view. Pigsy turned back to Mei and Tang. “Alright- sooner we get Monkey King out here, the better.” 

Sun Wukong was not sitting out anywhere in his cave, unlike previous times that they had shown up unexpectedly. They would normally stumble upon him lounging on a sunlit rock or a shaded tree branch, usually either eating or reading something or other. Sometimes Pigsy wondered if he ever got up to much else (outside of training MK, that is). 

Mei, the fastest of the three of them, zoomed right up the steps to Wukong’s house to knock. 

“Mr.King!! We need your help!!” She called- 

There was a loud crash from inside the house, and all three of them winced. A few seconds later, the door opened, Wukong panting like he had run to them, looking slightly panicked. 

“What’s- what’s going on- where’s the kid?”  He looked around frantically. 

“He’s sick-” Mei started, having to stop mid-sentence to avoid biting her tongue as Wukong grabbed her shoulders and started shaking her. 

“Sick? Sick like- dying sick? Does he need a peach??? I can go steal a peach for him-” Wukong let go of Mei, the dragon girl stumbling back to be out of his reach as he turned to try and move off his front porch, likely with the plan of stealing another immortal peach in mind. Tang and Pigsy stepped in his way before he could. 

“The kid’s not dying, Monkey King.” Pigsy reached out to try and calm the monkey down, Wukong side-stepping away from his touch, but still pausing. “He’s just got a cold.” 

“...Oh. Well, y’know, even mortal colds can be deadly-” 

“It won’t be.” 

“...Okay… Then what do you need my help for?” Wukong tilted his head to the side, staring at them in confusion as he leaned back against the wall of his house, “I’m not exactly the best when it comes to medicine nowadays- it used to be so much simpler when you could just use a flower and a spell.” 

Tang mumbled something about having to teach the Monkey King about the advancements of modern medicine, and Pigsy sighed. 

“The kid’s gone all super-kaiju on us.” He said, “He’s sitting outside the cave right now, we were hoping that… at the least, if you can’t turn him back to normal, you could at least make him… smaller?” 

“Oh! Yeah, that’s easy.” Wukong smirked as he pushed off the wall, only to wince as it cracked behind him. “...Oops. Uh, I’ll fix that later, c’mon, let’s go see the kid.” 

Pigsy and Tang instantly turned to start heading back towards the waterfall entrance, Wukong trailing behind them, Mei taking a split second to glance between the Monkey King and the crack in the wall with sudden suspicion before catching up to them, sliding to walk in time beside Wukong. 

“Soooo, Mr. King. How’re you doing today?” She asked, leaning towards him slightly, raising an eyebrow as he leaned away, avoiding eye contact with her. 

“I’m fine.” Wukong sped up a little, tail swishing as he moved around to be in front of Pigsy and Tang just in time as they arrived back at the waterfall. Reaching out, he activated the magic surrounding it, parting the waters before turning back towards them with an over-dramatic smirk, giving them a half-sarcastic little bow. “After you, guys!” 

Pigsy and Tang simply rolled their eyes, walking forwards, but Mei made the point of making eye contact with the Monkey King as she walked past him, following it up with an ‘I’m watching you’ motion that made Wukong’s expression shift to one of nervousness, before he covered it up with a small laugh, stepping through the waterfall himself. 

MK visibly brightened up when he saw them emerge from the waterfall, shifting to lean down towards them. 

“Told you we wouldn’t be long, kid.” Pigsy said, lightly patting the side of MK’s face that he could reach. “...Where’s Sandy?” 

“Right here!” Sandy popped up from MK’s shoulder, sliding down MK’s arm to be on the ground with the others. “MK was just letting me braid his hair while we waited.” 

Sure enough, there were a few tiny braids throughout Kaiju MK’s hair- in all honesty, Pigsy was impressed that Sandy had managed to get so many of them done in such a short period of time. 

“Right.” Wukong said, shaking out his hands and summoning his cloud, floating up to be able to touch the center of the kaiju’s forehead. “I… can’t say if I can change you back to normal, per say, but I’m pretty sure I can at the least get you small enough to be able to fit inside the mountain.” 

There was a brief pause, and then Wukong’s eyes lit up gold, tendrils of magic swirling around the kaiju. There were a few small moments where the size of the kaiju fluctuated, getting smaller and then bigger again, followed by a bright flash of light that had the four on the ground shielding their eyes. 

When they opened their eyes again, MK was much smaller than he was before. Still a giant kaiju, yes, but he’d be able to fit through the entrance if he crawled, and should be able to stand within the cave itself no problem. 

“Well, at least that’s one problem solved…” Pigsy trailed off into a mumble, “We’re definitely going to need to find a bigger soup bowl somewhere though…” 

“...Why aren’t they moving?” Mei questioned, and Pigsy looked back up to find that MK and Wukong seemed to have entered… some kind of staring contest, both of their tails swishing. 

A full minute passed, the four on the ground waiting in complete silence, trying to figure out what was going on. 

…And then MK raised a hand, snatched Wukong off his cloud, and slammed his palm onto the ground, sending up a small splash of water that the others only just managed to avoid as he pinned Wukong to the ground in the shallow pond. 

“Kid!!! What are you doing?!?!” Tang yelled, as Wukong let out a wheezing breath- 

And immediately broke into a loud coughing fit, the others watching as Wukong’s whole form seemed to flicker before restabilizing. Mei let out a loud gasp, pointing at him. 

“Ohhhh- I knew there was something up with you!” She said, “You’re sick too!!” 

“I am not!” Wukong managed to hiss out, before starting to struggle, using his free hand to smack at MK’s fingers, his one free leg kicking uselessly in the air. “Let me go!!” 

MK didn’t move, and although his expression didn’t visibly change, everyone could just feel the tangible disappointment coming off of him. 

It didn’t take very long for Wukong to give in, suddenly going limp in MK’s hold. 

“Fine, kid. You win.” He let out an overdramatic world weary sigh, flickering again, only this time, once the flickering died down… well, to say it politely, he looked like an absolute mess. His fur, albeit now soaked with water, looked completely frazzled, like he hadn’t brushed it before getting out of bed that morning, there were dark circles under his eyes, and his face was slightly flushed. Pigsy would, honestly, be willing to say that he looked worse-off than MK did. 

MK, in response to his mentor letting down his glamours, let out a somewhat-pleased sound, removing his hand, freeing Wukong. Despite this, Wukong continued to lay there, staring up at the sky- his view of the clouds unfortunately blocked as Mei leaned over him, blocking his vision. 

“Jeez, you look awful.” She said, reaching down to press the back of her hand against Wukong’s forehead. 

“Thanks for the compliment.” He said, rolling his eyes. “I’m not sick though. Just didn’t sleep too well, that’s all!” 

“Mhm, yeah, tell that to your fever.” Mei huffed, reaching down to grab his arm, forcibly lifting him back up to his feet. Wukong, on instinct, shook, the water in his fur flying everywhere. “Hey!! You’re getting me wet!! Man, MK really did take after you a lot…” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Oh, nothing!” Mei gave him her best innocent smile, dragging him over in the direction of the others- MK having used his hand to reopen the waterfall and let the others through again. “C’mon, let’s get inside before Pigsy goes full chaos mom mode on you.” 

“Goes full what-” 

Twenty minutes later found Wukong pouting, sitting cross-legged on top of MK’s head, MK himself having laid down on his stomach, curling up slightly like a giant cat. Wukong had been practically forced to change into a pair of peach-themed pajamas Pigsy had happened to find after rummaging through the Monkey King’s closets- and had a blanket draped over his shoulders as well (he had just taken a dip in the water after all- they were better safe than sorry). 

“I’m not sick.” He mumbled petulantly, MK reaching up and poking Wukong’s head as gently as he could with one finger in response, sending him slightly off balance to the side before he re-stabilized himself, grumbling incoherently. 

“Hmm, we’ll have to find some kind of blanket for the kid eventually…” Pigsy said, rubbing his chin as he thought. “Albeit, unlike Monkey King, he doesn’t seem to have a fever yet, so we can probably hold off on that for a little longer…” 

“Don’t have a fever! Cause I’m not sick!” Wukong called down from his position, everyone dutifully ignoring him. 

“I would like to find some way to get some form of soup fed to MK though.” Pigsy finished, “Which means we’re… definitely going to need some kind of large bowl… albeit I can’t think of where we’d find something like that.” 

“Oh! Oh! I know!!” Wukong waved his hands to get their attention, before pointing up. “The guys up there have tons of giant bowls you could take and use!!” 

“...Isn’t that stealing?” Sandy asked, Wukong shaking his head. 

“Naahhhh, they won’t even notice if one bowl’s gone. I can take you all you guys up there right now!!” 

“Ah- wait!” Tang’s shout only barely managed to stop Wukong before he could snap his fingers. “You’re sick, you can’t be transporting a large group of people- nevermind a giant bowl.” 

“Not sick.” Wukong said, sniffling, but still lowering his hand. 

“But who could transport a giant bowl for us, as well as the ingredients?” Pigsy hummed, the group falling into silence as they thought it over. 

“...What about Macaque? He’s got that shadow-portaling thingy.” Mei suggested- Wukong immediately bursting out into hoarse laughter, mixed with a few coughs. “What’s so funny?” 

“Please, like Macaque would ever agree to that.” Wukong said. 

“Well, it’s not like we have much of a choice…” Tang muttered, before raising his voice so that the others could hear. “Alright, but who’s going to stay behind with these two?” 

There was silence for a beat, and then Wukong scoffed. 

“We don’t need a babysitter.” He said, “I can keep an eye on the kid just fine- hEY!” 

He was cut off as MK reached up, grabbing hold of Wukong’s tail, dangling his mentor upside down, the Monkey King scrambling to grab the blanket that had been wrapped around him and hold it close to his chest to prevent it from falling to the ground. 

“I’ll keep an eye on Monkey King.” MK’s hoarse voice whispered, slowly swinging his mentor back and forth a few times, before setting him on the ground, lightly putting his hand overtop of him again when it seemed like Wukong was going to protest- Wukong instead accepting his fate, laying on the ground with a resigned expression. 

“Well, with that settled… I guess we’re off to see Macaque!” Mei said, turning to stand beside Tang as he got ready to teleport them to Macaque’s dojo. 

“He’s going to say no!” Wukong called, Pigsy waving him off. 

“We’ll just see about that.” 

-

“No. Absolutely not.” Macaque said, immediately, leaning up against his doorframe, raising one finger to silence them before any of them could even speak a word. “Wukong and the kid aren’t here. Which means that whatever this is about- because there must be something going on, this many of you wouldn’t be on my doorstep otherwise, this must be about them, and I want nothing to do with it.” 

“How do you know there’s not some kind of world ending threat going on?” Mei asked, slowly pulling out her sword behind her back, where Macaque couldn’t see. 

“Please, if there was a world ending threat, trust me, I would know.” Macaque huffed, crossing his arms. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the giant kaiju incident this morning, I’m not blind. I want nothing to do with it.” 

“Really now? And nothing will change your mind?” Mei’s smirk slowly grew slightly more dangerous, Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy stepping slightly to the side, knowing full well to not get in her way. 

“Nope. No way, no how.” 

Within the next split second, there was a sword embedded in the doorframe, just bare inches away from Macaque’s face. Macaque let out a slightly fearful breath, a few stray pieces of hair that the sword had managed to snag slowly falling to the ground. 

“That.” Mei hissed, “Is your only warning.” 

Macaque, for his part, recovered rather quickly. 

“...Nice aim, kid.” He muttered, before sighing. “Fiiinneee, I’ll help you out, but just this once- and you better pay me back for it. What do you need me to do?” 

-

Wukong stared up at the ceiling of the mountain. 

It had been twenty minutes since the others had teleported away, and they still weren’t back yet. Or, well, he thought it had been twenty minutes. He didn’t exactly have a clock on him. It had felt like it had been an hour, but he wasn’t really the best at keeping track of time, so he was going to guess that it had actually only been twenty minutes. 

…Twenty minutes were far too long though. 

Groaning, Wukong pushed himself up into a sitting position, MK opening up one eye to stare at him. Dang it, he’d been kinda hoping that the kid had fallen asleep since he had closed his eyes about… ten minutes ago? Yeah, ten minutes ago was probably a good guess. 

“I’m bored.” Wukong’s voice trailed off into something that borderlined a whine. Quickly jumping to stand up, ignoring the way it made his head spin a little, Wukong turned to the kid. “Do you want to watch a movie? I can go get my laptop!” 

MK let out a small rumble, opening his other eye to focus fully on Wukong. 

“The screen would be too small for me.” Was his response, “I wouldn’t be able to see it.”

“Mmm, I guess you’re right…” Wukong trailed off, tapping his chin in thought. “Oh! We could set up a projector! Get a giant sheet, set up like a movie theatre screen! I’m pretty sure I have a projector around here somewhere…” 

“What about the giant sheet, though?” MK asked, and Wukong paused, thinking. 

And then a brilliant idea struck him. 

“I can just steal some blankets from Demon Bull King’s house!” He said, moving from standing to sitting up, grabbing the blanket that was resting on his shoulders, tying the ends of it together to turn it into a blanket-cape. “Demon Bull King’s blankets are huge, if I get enough of them, we can probably use one or two to cover you as well!” 

“Ah- but you’re sick-” 

“Psh, I’m fine!” Wukong waved him off- and MK, unfortunately, was not fast enough to catch him, Wukong having summoned his cloud and zoomed out of the cave before the kid could even blink. 

It was only when Wukong was halfway across the ocean that the thought struck his ever so slightly hazed mind that maybe leaving MK alone by himself might not be a very wise decision, but, well, he was already almost at his destination, so there was really no point in turning back now. 

By the time he was climbing in through the Demon Bull Family’s kitchen window, carefully making sure that his blanke- his cape didn’t get caught, landing silently on the floor, he was right back around to considering this to be the most genius thing he had ever done. 

“Right.” Wukong whispered to himself, clapping his hands together. “Now, if I were DBK, where would I put the blankets?” 

Probably the hallway closet, most likely, which meant getting past all the traps that Demon Bull King likely had installed. Wukong sighed, about to open the hallway door- 

Only to pause, noticing the coffee-maker sitting on the counter. 

Now, Wukong wasn’t much of a coffee drinker, it was a little bit too bitter for him. But he remembered hearing that coffee-makers could also make hot chocolate… surely this one could too? He was kinda in the mood for a hot drink… and hot chocolate sounded really good right now… 

Blanket retrieval mission temporarily on pause, Wukong started digging through the small box of insertable coffee’s that was sitting beside the coffee-maker, hoping to find one for hot-chocolate. And, sure enough, he managed to find one. Giggling slightly to himself, he inserted it into the machine, pressing the on button- 

He was not expecting how loud it was. 

“Ah, no- shh shh shhhhhhh!!” Wukong waved his hands, panicking. If Demon Bull King heard this and found him now, he’d never be able to get those blankets. Quickly, he started pressing buttons, but none of them would seem to turn the damn machine off. 

Making a split second decision, Wukong reeled his arm back- and punched it. 

He paused afterwards, slowly shaking his hand clean of the bits of debris as he stared at the destroyed coffee-machine. 

…Ah. That probably hadn’t been his best decision. 

Well, at least it was silent now. Carefully, he swept the broken pieces together, opening a cupboard with his foot and depositing it in there. Surely no-one would notice that. Or, well, at the very least, it wouldn’t be noticed until he was far away from here. Nooo consequences for the Great Sage, Equal To Heaven tonight!

Wiping his hands clean of the whole mess, Wukong turned, opening the door to the hallway, deciding to return his focus to his original mission; stealing some of Demon Bull King’s blankets. 

After a minute or so of staring, analyzing the many traps lining the walls, he took a deep breath and went for it. 

Dodging the traps largely went without issue, Demon Bull King seriously needed to update his home security. (Albeit, there had been a point where a couple of arrows had flown a little too close for comfort when Wukong had stumbled, a wave of dizziness hitting him, likely from the fever- the fever that he definitely didn’t have, yep, for sure, he was as healthy as a horse, definitely). 

He had also been right, Demon Bull King did, in fact, store his blankets in the hallway closet. He did have a bit of a struggle getting them out of the closet- one of them falling over top of him and causing him to have to take a moment to free himself from it’s horrible confines, but he managed to get about three, giant blankets. 

Three should be enough, right? One for the projector, and two for the kid. That worked. 

Slowly making his way back to the kitchen, dragging the blankets behind him, Wukong froze mid-step in the hallway. 

And then turned to the side and sneezed- completely obliterating the wall that had stood beside him. 

He blinked, as the dust cleared- revealing Demon Bull King, Princess Iron Fan, and Red Son sitting on the other side, in their living room, staring at him in shock. 

“...Oh. Hi?” Wukong lifted his free hand to give them a nervous little wave. 

Demon Bull King’s bellowing yell of “Sun Wukong!” was all the warning the Monkey King needed to take off running at full speed, the entire Demon Bull Family hot on his heels. 

Fifteen minutes later, MK, who had taken to using his hand to draw shapes into the ground of the cave, jumped- before hissing as a bright swirling fire appeared in front of him. 

“Relax, Noodle Boy, it’s just me.” Red Son said, the fire clearing away to reveal him standing there, carrying Sun Wukong over his shoulder- who was still holding on to the three blankets he had stolen. “I’m just here to deliver your idiotic mentor back to you.” 

“Hey! I take offense to that!” Wukong struggled, getting unceremoniously dumped on the ground for his efforts. MK, instantly, grabbed him, lifting him up and holding him in his hand, to make sure he wouldn’t run away again. 

“That taken care of-” Red Son clapped his hands, “I’ll be taking my leave-” 

Red Son was cut off, as suddenly one of MK’s tails reached out, scooping him up off the ground. 

“What- Oh come on Noodle Boy, I can’t stay here!I have stuff to do!” MK gave no response to that other than a small rumble, not making any move to put the fire demon down. Red Son huffed, adjusting slightly to make himself more comfortable, grumbling, “I hope the Dragon Girl is having a better day than I am…” 

-

Mei panted, bent over, one hand against the giant bowl, the other against her knee, as she tried to catch her breath. The others were in similar conditions, Tang outright laying down on the floor of Macaque’s dojo like he was dead- the only sign of life from him being the way his chest quickly rose and fell with desperate breaths. 

“That-” Mei inhaled, “That was-” 

“Awful?” Macaque suggested, from his position of being down on his hands and knees on the floor. Mei shook her head. 

“No, amazing!” She said, tilting her head back with a laugh that, in her state, made her seem near-insane. “We absolutely need to do that again!” 

“Let’s put ‘doing that again’ to the side for now.” Sandy said, patting the side of the bowl. “We have the bowl now, but we still need to get the ingredients.” 

“Oh, no problem.” Macaque said, snapping his fingers, various shadow portals appearing above the bowl, dumping various vegetables down into it. Pigsy stood up, grabbing hold of the edge of the bowl, leaning down over it to pick up a carrot and inspect it. 

“...Where did you get these?” He asked. Macaque shifted nervously. 

“Ah… you know, here and there.” He shifted his hands side to side, before letting out a sigh. “...From some stores nearby.” 

“Did you pay for it?” 

“Why would I need to do that?” 

There was a moment of silence, before Pigsy groaned. 

“Y’know what, I don’t have the energy to deal with a ‘stealing is wrong’ discussion. Let’s just get all this back to the mountain.” Pigsy didn’t need to say any more, as a dark shadow spread out under each of them, and within the next heartbeat, they were back on Flower Fruit Mountain. 

…They all paused, taking in the scene in front of them. Somehow, there was now a giant white sheet of fabric hung up on one of the walls, a small projector on a table projecting one of the Monkey King movies onto it. There were also two blankets over top of MK’s kaiju body, and Wukong was curled up slightly by MK’s hand, as well as- 

Mei blinked in disbelief. 

“Red Son? What are you doing here?” 

Red Son turned to face them, looking slightly irritated. 

“I’m being held hostage.” Was his response. Not even a second later, Wukong popped up from his curled up position to turn and stare at them with a bright smile- despite his expression however, he somehow looked more frazzled and feverish than he had before. 

“Oh, you guys are back!! You should join us- Red Boy over here makes amazing popcorn.” Wukong said, Red Son reaching over to smack him on the shoulder. 

“...Yeah, okay.” Pigsy decided that you know what, today had already been so weird, he might as well just take this in stride. “We have to make the soup first, though.” 

Getting things set up for soup-making shockingly didn’t take as long as any of them thought it would- Red Son’s presence ended up being particularly helpful, making it easier to get a fire started to cook the soup with. It didn’t take long at all for the soup to be ready, everyone getting their own small bowls before MK sat up and took his much larger one, the entire group sitting in a small semi-circle beside him. 

Or, well, almost the entire group. 

“C’mon Macaque, aren’t you going to join us?” Mei asked, looking over her shoulder at where the aforementioned monkey was standing a rather good distance away. 

“No thanks.” 

“Why not?” 

“Cause I know what Wukong will do.” 

“What will he do?” Mei tilted her head to the side in confusion, Wukong also turning around now that his name had been mentioned, albeit with a devilish smirk on his face. 

“Yeah, Macaque, what will I do?” He asked. Macaque glared at him. 

“He’s going to lick me.” He said, “He’s going to wait, until I’m distracted, and then he’s going to lick me, and then I’m going to get sick, and I don’t want to get sick. I mean- look at what he did to the kid! I am not dealing with that!” 

Everyone shared a brief glance up at MK, who just stared back down at them blankly. Admittedly, up until this point, it hadn’t occurred to anyone that Wukong having worse symptoms- or, more likely, being further along in the stages of the illness, likely meant that he had been the one to give it to MK in the first place. Almost simultaneously, they all turned to Wukong to give him a light glare. Wukong held his hands up in self defence. 

“Hey- it wasn’t me- I’m not even sick!” 

No-one even bothered to argue with him, instead rolling their eyes. Mei, for her part, set her soup bowl down on the ground, and then, despite Macaque’s protests, zoomed over, picked him up, and brought him over to sit with the rest of the group- Pigsy setting a bowl of soup down into his lap. 

For a blessed twenty minutes, there was silence, the group watching the movie in relative peace. 

And then there was an ear-splitting shriek. 

They turned, and, sure enough- Wukong had used Macaque’s complete entrancement with the movie to grab hold of his wrist and lick his hand. 

“I told you!!! I told you this would happen!” Macaque yelled, pulling his hand away from Wukong, shaking it almost like it was on fire. “Gross-” 

“Oh, c’mon you big baby, it’s not that bad.” Wukong rolled his eyes, sniffling a little and rubbing his nose on his sleeve. Macaque glared at him with visible disgust, before groaning, wiping his hand on his pants. 

“If random shadow portals start showing up everywhere within the next few days, know that it will be your fault.” 

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