LMK request one-shots

Memories You Can't Take Back

Okay! This awesome prompt was from @Musfi who wanted to see Wukong and Macaque from my fic 'Seeing Through the Trauma' witness bits of MK's childhood through the scroll. 

I love this prompt, so get ready for some serious angst with very little comfort as I torture all of them. 

(For this prompt I changed the way the scroll works just a bit to make seeing MK's memories possible. So it's not just a snippet from the Journey To The West, but rather includes past memories of anyone in the scroll instead.) 

The moment Wukong fell through ink, thick and choaking and found himself in the past he immediately went looking for MK. He had no idea if his boy had gotten caught by the curse too, but on the chance that he had, Wukong was going to find him before anything else did.

Only every damned memory stretched on and on, Wukong pushing the cloud under his feet to go faster as he passed by locations he only vaguely recognized. He pushed past a mountain he recognized too well, memories of being trapped flashing through his head just as he winced, losing his focus and almost falling off his cloud. 

"Shit." He stopped going so fast, pausing for a second as he tried to ignore the phantom pain of the damned circlet, and then-

"WUKONG!" His eyes widened at the sound of Macaque's voice, his head turned as his eyes flashed golden, and there on the ground, slipping out of a shadow portal with his hands cupped to his mouth was Macaque, ears all on display and alert as he yelled. 

"MK!" Just the sight of him calling for their kid had Wukong's heart racing, gratitude at the demon having found him as he darted down, Macaque's ears flicking at the sound as he looked up and saw him, relief pouring onto his features. 

"There you are-" He started but Wukong's cloud was already disappearing under his feet as he hit the ground, practically tackling Macaque into a hug as he interrupted him. 

"Macaque! Oh, thank goodness. Are you okay? Quick, can you hear MK anywhere?" He asked, questions rapid-fire as Macaque's ears fluttered, his hand coming up and slapping over Wukong's mouth rudely.

"Shush! I'm listening." He said as he closed his eyes, and Wukong furrowed his eyebrows but didn't make a sound as he waited impatiently, nerves on edge and tail lashing behind him as he waited every painful second before finally Macaque's face scrunched up, and then his eyes opened again, looking a little unsure. 

"Well?" Wukong practically demanded and Macaque shook his head. 

"I can hear the memories too. I don't know which voice or heartbeat is our MK and which is just a memory." He said, shaking his head. 

"There's just too many of them. I was only able to find you 'cause I just kept looking through every sound, going through the memories individually. I was lucky to find you so quickly." He said, a frown on his face but Wukong didn't care, a grin lighting up on his face as he grabbed him by the shoulders. 

"Well let's just do that now! At least we know MK is in the scroll, otherwise, you wouldn't hear him at all." Wukong said, and even though it wasn't a good thing and he'd hoped his son had gotten away, it did mean Wukong had a chance of finding him now.

"Right, let's do that then, hold on." Before Wukong could blink he was already falling, yelping as his tail instinctively gripped onto Macaque's arm as they both fell through a portal, landing on solid ground as Wukong's unsteady legs shook under him. 

"Little warning next time!" He hissed at the man before looking up and feeling his whole face go pale, white as a ghost as he stared at- 

"Xiaotian." The name spilled from his lips without him meaning to, staring at the little boy he'd left on that orphanage doorstep, only this time they were inside the building and his child looked a few years or so older. Maybe five?