#Like do it Wukong do it pull the trigger against MK do it we know you won't. do it doom the world

[imminent-danger-came]

hey so yk how in itsv Gwen pleaded with her dad to not shoot/arrest her. Yk how she said he was the last person she had left and he told her to you have the right to remain silent. Yk how MK and Wukong will most likely fight. Yk how Wukong might have to choose MK or the wor💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

Ah, who doesn't love a classic "one person vs the world" type trolley problem. Me when MK is one of the only people Wukong has left, and Wukong loves MK so much, yet he might be forced to make an impossible decisio-

[asurius]

Can you do headcanons for a Red Son and Macaque’s reaction to the Reader bring Inked away by Azure during the final Battle. Like As if instead of Red Son it was the Reader?

I would like to thank you for this ask it has been on my mind all day.

Reader is GNC.

Trigger warnings: slight depictions of violence (if I missed anything then please let me know)

🔥Red Son🔥

Time moves by so slowly when you see Red Son launch himself at the towering Lion. His flames are bursting forth from both his head and hands. And then you see Azure Lion go to grab at Red Son and…

…You’ve always been aware of how Red Son feels about his head being touched. He’s not a fan, even the most tentative of touches leaves him flinching for a moment before he relaxes into your hand. Despite that though he’s still very bad about guarding his head. You know all of this. You know your impulsive beloved leads with his head. So when in that split second you see Azure Lion lift his hand ready to grab at Red Son you act without thinking. Because you know he doesn’t like his head being touched.

Azure Lion is taken aback for a moment when it’s not the traitor’s son…but you that he’s grabbed. This hadn’t been what he was expecting but he doesn’t waste time disposing of you. He lifts up one of the tablets and activates it.

“Very courageous of you. But also very stupid. I am sorry for this.”

You’re painfully aware of everything all at once. The painful grip on your head, an all too familiar scream begging Azure to stop, your existence being assaulted by whispers of all your past failures as the ink seeps it’s way into your entire being…and an intense heat at your back.

In a moment you feel yourself dropping to the ground. Azure Lion is holding his wrist as a dark red blazing fire surrounds you. But everything is getting fuzzy now. You can see angry red blisters on Azure’s wrist. Did Red Son do that? There’s a voice you can almost make out through the haze of ink. Red Son is reaching out to you desperate to pull you out of the ink but he’s just not fast enough. His hands goes right through where yours were as the ink finishes it’s job and is quickly sucked back into the tablet.

“No! NO stay with me (y/n)! You can’t leave me! I need you!”

He’s prepared to burn Azure to ashes when he’s pulled back by the rest of the gang. Red Son is angry. Did they know this was happening? Where have they been? Why couldn’t they have gotten there sooner?

He’s giving the rest of the team burns as he’s struggling against them demanding to be let go. Screaming profanities as he swears that he’ll make Azure Lion suffer for all he’s done. He almost outright attacks Tang when he teleports them all away.

Nezha doesn’t even get the chance to get a word in before Red Son is screaming at MK and the rest of the gang.

“SEND ME BACK. DO NONE OF YOU REALIZE HE HAS MY FAMILY? THAT HE HAS (Y/N)? I’M NOT LEAVING THEM. YOU! THE FREELOADING MONK! SEND ME BACK IMMEDIATELY!”

“It was our only option! We weren’t prepared to fight-“

“THE ONLY OPTION SHOULD’VE BEEN TO LET ME BURN HIM OUT OF EXISTENCE”

When MK presents Wukong’s tablet to the group it is of little comfort to Red Son and only serves to fuel his anger further. He grabs by MK by his sleeves and screams loud enough to hurt his eardrums.

“YOU HAD TIME TO GRAB THAT BROKEN THING BUT NOT (Y/N)’S?”

“There wasn’t time! Our best chance at getting (Y/N) and everyone else back lies with The Monkey King. He’s the only one who’s successfully stood up to the Jade Emper-“

“THERE WOULD HAVE BEEN TIME IF YOU HAD BEEN THERE EARLIER. WHERE WERE YOU? WHERE WERE ANY OF YOU? DID YOU NOT HEAR THE BATTLE? DID NONE OF YOU LOOK UP FOR EVEN A MOMENT?”

Everyone let’s him scream and rage. MK has no defense for what’s happened and he knows it. Nothing he could say would convince Red Son that a tactical retreat was the best option. So he lets him nearly burn holes into his sleeves as he gets it out of his system.

When his energy is spent Red Son falls to his knees as angry tears begin to stream out of his eyes. Once again his family is lost to him, and this time so are you. He doesn’t know why it is that he somehow continues to come out the only one in his family that gets to escape but he hates it.

And when he at last comes to his senses he gets up, dusts himself off and swears that this will be the last time anyone takes his family from him again.

He’ll get you back. Redson will stop at nothing to ensure you and his parents safety.

🐵Macaque😈

(I actually struggled a bit with this one due to the timings of events, I hope this turned out ok!)

You and the gang had arrived ready to do what you could to stop the Camel Ridge trio, and when you saw Nezha lunge for Azure you knew it would end badly. You didn’t want anyone else to get hurt. So you yanked him back and haphazardly tossed him to the rest of the group, who did their best to help him. Unfortunately Azure had still been targeting him, and that didn’t stop just because his target had switched last second.

“I am surprised to see you here. I am sorry it has come to this.”

You feel the ink consume you in a few agonizing seconds as the others look on horrified, unable to get close to help you. You see them almost wanting to reach out to you, to do anything at all that would help, but your last thoughts before you disappear are of Macaque instead. Wondering how he would react to this.

The rest of the monkey kids already knew what would happen if they tried to help, they had already been through it once day. That didn’t stop it from hurting any less, but it was the middle of a battle and they couldn’t stop to think about that, they would get you back just as they themselves had been saved and it would be fine. They were sure everything would be fine just as it had been fine one hundred times before. As they prepared to fight back MK quickly burst on to the scene and after grabbing Wukong’s tablet, called for a tactical retreat. No one was happy about it, but MK knew best in these moments.

When they arrived at Wukong’s home and after Nezha yelled at him for abandoning the field, they heard a presence drop down from one of the trees. “Hey Kiddo! You made it back! See I knew you could do…it.” Macaque’s otherwise cheerful facade dropped as he looked over the group and noticed two things. Wukong was still stuck in the tablet…and you weren’t there. “Hey uh, where’s Y/N?” He had a feeling he already knew the answer as he looked to each of them, and none of them looked back at him. He didn’t want to be right, please gods don’t let him be right- “They…they got taken. They got taken trying to save me.” It was Nezha who spoke up. Clearly not thinking highly of himself in the moment as he looked down at the ground angrily.

He wasn’t staring at the ground long however, as Macaque immediately jumped him. Using his shadow powers to force him against a wall. “It should have been you. It should have been all of you before it was them- WHAT THE HELL WERE THE REST OF YOU DOING!?” He’s angry. He’s angry at everyone who went to the celestial realm and didn’t come back with his Y/N. But mostly he’s angry at himself for not being there. He should have been there. He could have protected you. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t there, and now you weren’t here. And it was all his fault.

As the others pried him off of Nezha and he in turn wrenched himself from their grasps, he felt MK’s hand on his shoulder, giving him a stern look. “We’re going to get them back. We’re going to get everyone back, and we’re going to take down Azure Lion.” He’s not sure he believes them. He knew what they could do, hell he fought with them as brothers once upon a time. But he slowly looks at MK and nods.

But he’s not going to let anything stop him from getting you back. Even if it kills him a second time he’s not going to stop until he gets you back.

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Febuwhump 4: Impaling

I love Macaque with my whole heart but sometimes we have to make sacrifices

Summary: On the mountain top, Wukong arrives just a few moments later.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of past abuse, violence, blood, stabbing, death threats

814 words

MK was so stupid.

He was so, so outrageously stupid.

He wheezed out a pained cry as he was pinned to the mountain by his own staff, holding him down tightly. 

Macaque looked at him, eyes glowing purple. “Thank you,” he said, smirking, “for giving me all of Monkey King’s power.”

MK forced himself to stay calm, shoving that horrifying thought to the side and instead focusing on trying to free himself. He couldn’t move.

He struggled against the staff, grunting when it didn’t budge.

“Oh no, can’t you hold the magic staff anymore?” Macaque asked, laughing horribly. “Well, you know what that means!” he continued, looming over MK. “There really isn’t anything special about you.”

With that, Macaque was right up in front of him, shoving the staff against MK’s body even harder and causing him to cry out again, gasping for breath.

“You’re just some kid with a heavy stick,” Macaque said, face inches from MK’s own. 

MK was doing his very best not to show just how terrified he was, but it was proving more and more difficult by the second. He couldn’t move, Macaque had all of Monkey King’s power, and it was all. His. Fault.

Because he was so fucking stupid.

He didn’t know why he’d been chosen in the first place. Why he’d been deemed as worthy. He wasn’t. Macaque was right, he was just a dumb kid who’d only gotten this far because he was lucky. There was no other explanation for it.

“I owe you one, really,” Macaque smirked, “I could never have been able to kill Wukong without your help.”

“No!” MK begged, fighting with every last bit of himself. It didn’t get him far.

“Yes,” he hissed. “I might even keep you alive until then so you can see it happen. But, then again…” he pulled out his own staff, and without any further warning, the spiky end of it was shoved through… something. MK really couldn’t pinpoint it. He’d squeezed his eyes shut, and then pain had exploded all across his body.

He screamed. All he could feel was pain, the worst he’d ever felt in his life. Worse than the volcano, worse than anything DBK had ever done to him, worse than what even his own father had done.

He spit out blood, the taste so aggressively copper-like. He could distantly feel that he was crying.

“Enough!” came an enraged shout, the ground shaking, dust momentarily blinding them both.

“Monkey King,” MK choked out in relief as the air cleared.

Macaque grinned darkly, ripping his staff away from MK, who screamed in shocked pain at the removal. The blood was really flowing, now that there was nothing to stop it.

“Monkey King!” Macaque echoed, an obnoxiously fake smile on his face. “Good to see you, bud!”

MK didn’t really register a lot of the following events. There was a fight. A big one. Lots of flashing colors. Gold and purple lighting up the night sky.

His head was too fuzzy to take in more.

He spit up more blood, trying to keep his breathing even. Which he was failing miserably at.

He couldn’t stop sobbing, breath coming in short gasps that only served to make his face go numb with pins and needles. That was probably the least of his problems right now, though.

Monkey King dropped down beside him, lifting the staff away. MK dropped to the ground like a rag-doll.

“Just hold on a little longer, kid,” he said, gearing up to throw himself back into the fight. “You’re gonna be fine.”

And then he was gone again.

MK, vaguely remembering what Pigsy had taught him as of late about injuries and the like, pressed his hands over the wound, shrieking out a wail at the pain that it brought.

The world exploded, golden rays of light casting out the shadows. Debris went everywhere, but MK didn’t have the strength to take cover. It was pure luck that kept him from getting even more hurt.

“Kid!” Monkey King shouted, running to him and all but ripping off his cape, folding it up and pressing it over MK’s wound. “Hey, hey, deep breaths.”

“It really hurts,” MK whimpered, finally remembering how to breathe. “It hurts — it hurts so bad,” he gasped. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s my fault…”

“You’re gonna be okay,” Monkey King assured as he observed the wound, sounding relieved. “I’ve seen worse. You’re gonna be right as rain.”

“No one — no one says that anymore,” MK said. It sounded pretty pathetic though his heaving breaths and lingering cries.

Monkey King elected to ignore that, carefully picking his successor up. MK stifled a pained cry, doing his best to calm down.

“I know it hurts, I know. But we’ve got to get you help.”

“I know,” MK sobbed.

“Come on, bud. You can do this. Let’s go.”