Monkie Kid X Male Reader OneShots

Feathers | Wukong

[The m!reader is a hybrid bird demon]
{Requested by WingedFishBoy}

It was a bright day in the city. You woke up yawning, hearing Mk yelling for your name below.

"Y/N!! WAKE UP!!" He yelled from the ground. "TODAYS THE DAY!!!"

You groaned, rubbing your eyes before turning to the side of your bed. You glanced at the window in agony.

You questioned how you made friends with a mere mortal. Humans always disgraced demons no matter if they were good or bad, you don't blame them though. Demons have a bad reputation for a reason it's just a shame for the ones with hearts.

Somehow you just stumbled upon Mk one day, saving his life from a demonic creature that was way above his strength. He was extremely injured so you took care of him, you were hesitant at first but you couldn't get past guilt.

Turns out Mk somehow became the great sage equal to heaven's successor. You fainted when you heard the news of course.

"COME ON Y/N!!!" Mk yelled impatiently.

"Okay okay!" You ruffled your hair as you replied back. "Give me a minute will ya? I need to get ready."

"OKAY!" He responded back with joy.

Mk had decided that you should meet his mentor a while back which of course you declined immediately. You were afraid considering years ago that monkey had a reputation of battling demons. Even killing them.

You didn't want to experience any of that stuff, you never really had a reason to fight. You were a calm person who enjoyed doing your own thing.

Peace was key to your demon soul. If it was disrupted you would've went over the hills, causing havoc.

It took days, weeks, and months even for Mk to convince you to meet his mentor. He ended up bribing you with food and bringing you things from the city which you couldn't resist.

Now here you are, trying to sleep for the day but that little mortal decided to intervene.

You got up and shook your entire body. You were part demon and practically a bird it seemed. The feathers pop out like a sore thumb. You didn't mind though, you enjoyed flying and your feathers were extremely soft.

Few little feathers came out as you shook and the rest puffed up. You walked over to your closet and changed into your attire.

[A/N: You can change this to however you want]

You couldn't exactly wear a anything too extreme otherwise it would disrupt your feathers immediately. It was uncomfortable the last time it had happened.

You then headed to the bathroom. You washed your face, brushed your sharp teeth before walking out the door.

For a demon bird it's expected that you lived in a bird house type of sorts up in a large tree. Nobody could exactly get up it easily which made it safer for you.