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lotusloong · 2 months ago

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If you're willing, can you write a fic about Netflix!Monkey King based on this drawing from a while ago? https://www.tumblr.com/monkeykingdomblog2/750199169881341952/that-moment-when-you-think-youre-kissing-your?source=share

An Accident

Relationship: Netlfix!Sun Wukong X Female Golden Princess of Cauldron County!Reader (also known as Goldie)

AN: Alright friendo, I'm gonna be completely honest, this was a toughy! I love Netflix Wukong but he is surprisingly hard to wright in a romantic sense in the time frame of the movie. I don't know why he's like this for me, he just is (post movie I have no problem writing and I think it's because he's changed so much by that point?). So I tried my best to kinda do a crush scenario, I really hope I did it justice? Idk, because of the difficulty I had I feel a little insecure about this one lol. Takes place during the fight with Red Girl.

Tags: Fluff, First Kiss, Canon Typical Violence

Read it on AO3!

“Uh, pardon me, Monkey King?” You ask, stepping closer to him with your hands clasped. The ruby colored monkey in question raises an eyebrow at you as he walks with his stick balanced over his shoulders, smiling.

“What’s up Princess? Need something?” You lower your hands but keep them clasped in front of you, keeping your posture straight as you walk in time with the monkey.

“Uhm, yes,” you start, “I was wondering when it was exactly that I would be brought home? I am, once again, grateful that you saved me but…we seem to be travelling further and further away from my kingdom.” You gesture towards the countryside around you, nothing but crops and fields for miles. The only mark of civilization is the small town up ahead.

“Don’t worry Goldie, Stick and I will get you back safe and sound! I just need to get that 100th demon and we’ll be good to go! Oh, bringing you back is definitely gonna help me get in with the Immortals, saving a princess is classic hero work!” He looks to the stick balanced over the back of his neck, which vibrates encouragingly in green. You give a nervous chuckle, looking between the two as you walk. Your gold embroidered robes feel heavy as you go, their bulk not really meant for long journeys through the countryside.

Truly, you are grateful to the monkey for saving your life. The monster that had kidnapped you from your home had nearly destroyed your kingdom’s army, but in one fell swoop the ruby simian in front of you had knocked the demon out cold. He had struck a heroic pose just for you, claiming to be your savior and insisting to ‘hold your applause’. A little put off by his attitude but still grateful, you had thanked him profusely, reassuring him that your father would have a great reward for him for saving your life.

The monkey had jumped around in excitement at your words, raving to his weapon about how lucky they were you had been kidnapped. You didn’t really know how to respond to his words.

And somehow you ended up here, following this simian as he fought demon after monster all across China.

For every one he defeated, you asked if you could finally make your way back home. His answer was always the same. Despite the anxiety slowly building in your gut the longer you were away from your country, you couldn’t say you…disliked being out. Just by following this strange monkey you had already seen more of the world in a couple days than you had your whole life.

It certainly didn’t hurt that your travelling companion was...cute. Perhaps it was because he saved your life, but you couldn’t deny that you liked him. Silky cherry red fur, bright green eyes, a mischievous smile that made your heart race, and that adorable little heart print on his nose…

You cough awkwardly into your fist, embarrassed by your thoughts. You stare at the dirt road in front of you as your group keeps walking. You’re so consumed by your thoughts you don’t notice the monkey watching you as you walk. The magic stick vibrating drags your attention back to them, the monkey playfully spinning the pole and holding it in front of him to speak.

“What was that?”

Green and blue flash over the pole, its vibrations loud and clear.

“Wh-What!? I don’t even-! That’s crazy, no way.” More vibrations. “I do not! And if I ever did, which I do not, it wouldn’t be on some human! No matter how pretty!” You raise an eyebrow at the monkey as he talks, curious as to what this one-sided conversation is about. When he notices your look, he turns away from you, his voice hushed and urgent as he talks to his stick.

“Okay, okay fine! Maybe a little one! Now pipe down before she hears you, okay?” You bite your bottom lip, unsure if you should laugh or be uncomfortable by this conversation that's clearly about you. His earlier words hit you with full force.

Did he think you were pretty-?

“We’ll talk about it later! Just don’t do anything-” The monkey points his finger at the stick in his hand, as if reprimanding it, only to be distracted and do a double take at the wooden gate entrance to the village you had been wandering towards. You pause, grateful for the distraction so you can calm your burning cheeks as the monkey rushes forward. You watch as he steps up to the gate, slinging his stick back over his shoulders and taking a deep breath in.

“Alright…show time. Ninety-nine demons down, one to go.” Stick gives a vibration of encouragement as they step into the village proper. You follow behind, taking in the sight of the village as Monkey calls for the locals. Empty storefronts, dry dirt streets, broken signs and abandoned carts everywhere. Suspicion and unease settle into your gut, and you leap forwards to all but plaster yourself to the red monkey’s back. He looks back at you, surprised but not upset.

“Relax Goldie, it’s okay. You know I can take on anything that wants to start trouble.” He reassures you. You bite your lip and nod, still sticking close to him as you walk.

You feel a pressure on your wrist and are about to scream when you look down. Monkey’s fluffy red tail loops around your forearm, squeezing comfortably. You glance up to see him smiling, before he turns and gently leads you towards a building. The pressure of his tail feels comforting as the eerie streets stretch out away from you. Monkey knocks on the door, fingers tapping away at Stick as the three of you stand and wait for someone to answer.

“Where is everyone?” He mutters. You look around and startle as you spot the face of a child ducking behind a corner. Monkey sees them as well, frowning and shrugging before kicking the door open.

“Anyone need a hero?” He steps inside with a flourish, his tail uncoiling from around your arm as he steps inside. You miss the warmth immediately, gripping at your wrist with your other hand as if to mimic the feeling. Voices call out from various hiding spots across the room, telling your rescuer to be quiet and leave them in peace.

You make your way to a seat, sighing in relief as your feet are finally given a rest after so much walking. You pile the folds of cloth that make up your robes onto your lap and the table, grateful for the support it gives your shoulders now that they don’t carry the weight by themselves. You roll your neck and shoulders to stretch them out, flexing your toes inside your shoes. When your eyes flutter open again, Monkey is staring at you with a contemplative look. He shakes his fur out, slamming the door behind him now that you’re inside.

“The name’s Monkey King!” He starts. You relax further into your seat, comfortable to watch as your companion makes a mess of the room, showing off his skills. You giggle into your hands as he smashes nearly everything, the villagers glaring doubtfully at the two of you. Without asking, Monkey grabs himself a bowl of rice and chopsticks, setting Stick down next to you to lean against the edge of the table. He hops on top of the table itself, making himself comfortable and eating with you right next to him.

“I’ve never heard of you.” A stern faced woman speaks, sucking on a stick of candy.

“Well, I’ve never heard of you either.” Monkey snarks, and Stick vibrates in yellow. You snort, covering your mouth with the sleeve of your hanfu. The villagers glare at you, and you clear your throat awkwardly, sitting up straighter.

“Look, I’m travelling with a princess. One I rescued. I’m the real deal guys, trust me.” The villagers give you searching looks, eyeing the gold embroidery and silk material of your robes. Your fingers clench and unclench the fabric beneath them, the desire to fidget under their scrutiny overwhelming. The lessons on etiquette you’ve taken since birth hold you back, the phantom pain of whacked knuckles keeping you in check.

“Why would a princess travel with a monkey after being rescued, instead of going home?” The stern faced lady asks, crossing her arms. Monkey glares back at her, taking a spiteful bite of rice.

“Why wouldn’t a princess want to travel with me? I saved her life! I’m taking her home, we’re just stopping to do some more hero work on the way.”

“Uh huh, yeah, sure. Get rid of them.” The lady orders. Someone else, her husband you would presume, steps forward and tries ushering the three of you out. Monkey’s tail is suddenly curled tight around your shoulders as he pulls you all further into the building, not ready to give in yet.

Things escalate when the kid bursts in.

The young girl starts helping your monkey, praising him and hyping up his incredible skill. When she moves closer to you, Monkey pulls you away, keeping himself and Stick in-between you and the stranger. She seems harmless enough, but your heart still flutters at the protective glare Monkey is sending her way.

“You actually know who he is?” You ask her, smiling politely.

“Of course! I'm his number one fan!” She boasts proudly. You notice her gaze shift away nervously before she steps towards the villagers, trying to coax them into a deal. You send a glance of your own to Monkey, suspicious of her behavior. With your high position in the Golden Cauldron Country it had been drilled into you to read people, to understand their true intentions despite the words they speak. This kid isn't lying, exactly, but you can tell she's hiding something.

Monkey shrugs at you, turning his attention back to villagers and negotiating. You settle back down, letting your aching feet rest a little more before you have to head out again.

“-ten free guitar lessons.”

“Uhg, deal, whatever.” The stern faced woman agrees.

“Hold up! And-” Monkey turns and gestures towards you, “some more comfortable traveling clothes for my princess. Something soft and comfortable she can travel in.” Your cheeks burn at the casual possessiveness of him calling you ‘his’, but you find you don't…quiet mind. You duck your head, feeling bashful but pleased.

The stern faced woman looks you over, pulling her candy stick from her mouth and pointing it at you.

“You keep this monkey under control, I'll get you something decent.” She says. You nod, hands clasped politely in front of you. Just in time too, as outside you hear the familiar roaring of a demon.

“Oh no! Please, don’t let it hurt my innocent child!” The older man begs Monkey, clasping his hands in front of him. Monkey brushes him aside, his tail coiling around your forearm once more and pulling you behind him as he walks.

“Don’t worry. Sooner I slay it, the faster we get to celebrating me and my accomplishments!” You follow willingly, hearing the girl huff behind you. Monkey doesn’t spare her a second glance, but he does give you one. Before you actually step outside the building he pulls you close and speaks in hushed tones.

“Alright Goldie, you know what you do?”

“Stay close to you and within sight, don’t take any unnecessary risks. You can handle the demon, I stay out of the way.” You recite from memory the steps you’ve been following for every fight Monkey gets into. If you stray too far it means the demon he’s fighting can grab you - staying close means he can keep an eye on your safety and move you if needed.

“Good girl.” You duck your head at the praise, stepping into the afternoon sunlight once more. “Let's get demon one-hundred dead and done, then after I ascend we can take you home.”

Today seems to be a day of lucky timing, as within moments Monkey finds the fire demon, right in the center of town in the middle of stealing a child. The second he sees the two figures in the street he rushes forward, knocking the small girl across the face with a harsh ‘thwack’ from Stick that sends her flying.

Well, that was fast.

You’re about to start clapping when the girl from earlier rushes towards Monkey, looking frantic.

“What are you doing!?” She cries. Monkey looks at her like she’s grown a second head.

“Uh, joining the Immortal Ones? What else?” He turns and looks straight at you, puffing his chest and posing with Stick. “Goldie! What did you think? Kinda boring that it took one hit but hey! Impressive anyways, right?” He chuckles, preening under your gaze. You give a polite clap, smiling at him, as the large child he just saved rushes past you and into the arms of his father.

“Very heroic, yes!” You praise, happy to indulge him.

There was still a lot about Monkey you didn’t know, but even in your short journey together you had picked up on things. Mainly, his desire for recognition. You could only guess why he felt the need to be seen and accepted by every living thing around him, but even without knowing you could still empathize with him.

There had been…moments, on the road. He had been quiet and thoughtful as you walked, looking out at the distant horizon eastwards. He had seemed…lonely.

You didn’t like seeing him like that.

“You’re the worst daddy ever!”

And he just kicked a child in the head.

Okay, you never said he was perfect or anything. As you pinched the bridge of your nose, the girl came to your side, looking lost and confused as she watched Monkey.

“That was for free.” He told the mayor, who was currently staring at his son in shock as he recovered from being kicked to the side like a sack of rice. Despite the disapproval simmering in your belly, you couldn’t stop the snort that left you at his words. The girl gave you a confused look before startling at a sound behind you both. You turned to see the first child Monkey had hit with Stick climbing back over the fence, which promptly collapsed under her weight.

With a flourish she transformed, her true form coming to light. Immediately you rushed backwards and to Monkey’s side, his arm shooting out to cover you and push you further behind him.

“How dare you challenge Red Girl, Monkey! Quake in my presence and bow down to me!” The fire imp before you summoned a golden spear, spinning it round and round as her flaming hair danced in the breeze. Monkey stepped forward, his tail brushing against you one last time as he spoke.

“Why don’t you leave these poor, unattractive people alone, huh? The two hottest people here have business to get to, so the faster you go down, the happier I’ll be.” He snarked. The peasant girl that was following you shot you a look at his words, and you shrugged in response, bashful. She shook her head in dismay, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing from her so-called ‘hero’. Yeah, you really weren’t buying that story.

Within moments after speaking, Monkey King was launching himself towards Red Girl with the help of Stick, giving an excited cry as they took to the air together. You watched on, sliding yourself closer to the peasant girl.

“So…you say you’re his number one fan?” You begin, watching her intently. Above you both, you heard Monkey’s voice as he snarked and quipped at the demon.

“U-uh, yeah! He’s super cool, able to just…fly up and fight demons like that…” Her voice sounds unsure, and she uses one arm to grip her other by the elbow, the picture of awkward uncertainty. You try to make your own body language relaxed, to lure her into a sense of security, while not giving anything away about your true thoughts.

“He is pretty impressive. Stick too, of course.” You notice her eyes shift at the mention of Stick, glancing up and then back at you within the fraction of a second.

Hmm.

“What did you say your name was?” You ask, leaning closer to her.

“L-Lin. My name is Lin, I’m…not from around here.” You open your mouth to ask more questions, but the sound of a crash interrupts you. You look up, startled to see fireballs being launched straight down and towards the village, crashing without guidance as the fight rages on.

“That monkey’s gonna burn down the whole village! I told you to keep him under control!” The mayor’s wife glares at you, and you can only offer a shrug in response. Lin looks between you two and then around the street, immediately rushing towards a bucket of water.

“C’mon everyone, grab some water!” She cries. You pick up the layers of your robes and rush towards the water tower, grabbing a bucket on the way. A villager is already at the spigot, distributing water to everyone who comes up. Your own bucket is filled and you rush back the way you came, intending to put out a blaze on the front steps of a building.

The second you do, a gust of wind sends you stumbling, the form of Red Girl rushing past with trailing lights of green and purple. Stick is in her hands-oh no, Stick is in her hands-

You look frantically around the space for Monkey, your thoughts racing with all the worst possible outcomes of what could have happened. He's been burned to a crisp, she managed to stab him through his armor, he fell and can't get back up-

Another gust next to you as Red Girl goes flying past again, and this time, you do stumble and fall. The ground rushes up to meet you, and you brace yourself for the rough dry dirt to scratch you up-

But it doesn't come.

Warm arms are wrapped around your waist, holding your weight with no effort as they straighten you back up. You look behind you to see Monkey, his grin wide and smug.

“I leave you alone for a few minutes and already you're tripping over yourself when I come back. You aren't falling for me, are you Goldie?” He teases, giving you a pointed eyebrow wiggle. Heat rises to your cheeks immediately, and you giggle at the silly face he makes.

“Thank you~” You coo, back on your own two feet. His hands stay on your waist. “That would have been a rough landing.”

“Of course, princess-” He starts, but his gaze snaps up to the sky, your own following. Red Girl is still spinning through the air, counting to herself.

“four…five-”

“Fifteen!” Monkey calls out. He gives you a gentle nudge, jerking his head in her direction to prompt you. Your mind goes blank for a moment before you catch on to his game.

“Fifty six!” You call. Monkey grins, pulling you by your waist down the road, following the demon as she flies.

“Twenty four! Two! Eight!”

“S-seven? No, six! Wait-!”

“Thirty two! Twelve!”

The two of you keep calling out numbers as Stick wears the girl down, her screams of frustration echoing around the village. Within moments Stick turns towards the ground, spinning with such speed and power, he and the demon go straight down into the dirt. Monkey lets go of your waist to peer down into the hole, his hand out to catch Stick when he comes flying back out. You peer in as well, only to see darkness as the hole stretches down, down, and down.

“You let go!” Monkey shouts. “WHOOOO! Woohoohoo!!” He does a little jig, wiggling his hips side to side as Stick does a rainbow display of light. You give a cheer of your own, clapping at their victory.

The next moments happen so fast you weren't even sure what exactly happened until much later, when you had the privacy of your own thoughts to sort things out.

Monkey turns to his Stick, leaning forward to press a quick kiss of gratitude against the metal. Stick clearly had other ideas, and with a quick jerk of himself, was suddenly behind your back, Monkey's hand still holding on to him tight. You turned your head at the motion of the two of them, only to feel a sudden pressure on your own lips you weren't expecting. Stick vibrates behind you, but Monkey doesn't even seem to notice what's happened.

His eyes are closed, and his free hand immediately grabs into your hip for balance. You sit there, shocked, for only a few milliseconds before your own eyelashes flutter shut, and you kiss back. His black lips are just as soft as they look, and you can feel the size and shape of his canines pressing against your lips through his. The thought of him gliding those sharp teeth against the juncture of your neck sends a thrill down your spine, and you squeak.

That sound draws a responding groan from Monkey, who's hand on your hip splays out, wrapping around to the small of your back and tugging you closer to him. Your hands tentatively reach up to his shoulders, the metal of his armor cool and rough under your fingers. He smells nice…a little musky from the fight and your travels, but also like fruit and mountain stone. You stay like that, lips pressed together, exploring each other gently as your brain melts into mush.

Your first kiss…given to your hero…

With a sharp gasp he pulls away from you, eyes wide and panicked. You’re in shock, staring at him as you try to remember what breathing feels like again. His hand flexes where it’s still cradling the small of your back, his green eyes dilated wide as he watches your face for any reaction.

You can’t give one, still reeling from the feeling of him on you. It felt so…nice…gentle and sweet. You think…you think you want to do it again.

You swallow, gathering your courage. If you just…lean forward again you could-

“Stick!” Monkey pulls away from you, grabbing Stick with both hands and glaring at him. Stick vibrates in pink, a color you haven’t seen from him yet.

“Don’t you dare say that! It wouldn’t have happened had you not-! How could you do that! I-!” Monkey looks between Stick and you, a rising panic on his face. His breathing grows frantic, tail flicking in obvious agitation.

“G-Goldie-! Princess! I-I am so-! That wasn’t supposed to happen-This jerk pulled me and-!” He gives Stick a shake, torn between glaring at the rod and looking apologetically at you. You take a deep breath to center yourself, trying to not take his words personally.

“I-it’s okay Monkey…I-...I didn’t really…mind?” You try to smile despite the overwhelming urge to hide coursing through your veins. He pauses, staring at you like he isn’t sure how to respond.

He doesn’t get a chance to try, Lin running up and stealing his attention away from you. You try to ignore the unhappy twinge in your gut at the girl interrupting you both.

“That was amazing! She fell right into your trap!” Monkey startles, shaking himself and putting his usual air of bravado on for the villagers.

“Wh-uh, right! One hundredth demon vanquished!” He spins Stick around on his shoulders, posing for the crowd gathering around you. Lin is still talking as Monkey walks away, his sights set on the mayor and his wife, both covered in soot.

“I offer myself as your humble assistant and weapon bearer.” The girl bows before Monkey, a pleading look on her face. Monkey looks genuinely shocked for a moment, his eyes flicking to you before narrowing on the girl.

“Wow, my own assistant? Hard pass.” He glares at her, gesturing to himself. “This monkey heroes alone.”

“Wha-? But what about your girlfriend? She’s traveling with you!?” Lin cries, and you sputter in response. Monkey King looks just as taken aback, but you swear you see the red of his cheeks turn darker at her words.

“That-that's none of your business! You don’t know anything kid!” He snarls, tail curling behind him in displeasure. Lin looks desperately at you and you avoid her gaze, watching your feet as you walk over to Monkey. You aren’t sure how to process anything that just happened, and you just desperately want some space to figure things out and sort through your confusing feelings. You try to speak to Monkey, your voice sounding quiet even to your own ears.

“Uhm, Monkey? I-...I need to-...can we talk-?” You stutter, your train of thought moving at a million miles a second as you try to think of the right words you want to say. Monkey looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“...Yeah. Yeah, later we can.” He turns away from you and back to the mayor. “In the meantime, you got my big victory speech ready, right?”

“Uh…well…” The mayor looks at the ruins that were his village, soot and burned down homes littering the streets.

“Well, grab a scroll and take notes! Cause it’s party time!” Monkey flicks a curler from the mayor’s wife's head, the burning material bouncing away and landing amongst the fireworks shop. The stern faced woman’s voice echoes all the way to the heavens as sparklers and fireworks shoot skyward with an explosion of color and noise.

“Crazy monkey!”

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monkeykingdomblog2 · 2 months ago

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Stick when he turns pink: