AU created by @decaffinated_fox on TikTok!
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Sun Wukong, the Handsome Monkey King! Not a day passes by without the realms speaking of the mischievous legend, followed by art and painted masks of his face.
But what if he did not have...
TW: Drawing/writing that depicts light gore that showcases burns and blood
So I graduated high school and summer's always busy, so updates may slow down but I'm not gonna leave y'all hanging! Just be a tad bit patient, this'll update at minimum once a month!
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Subodhi was quick to train them, using harsh yet truthful words and silver stars for encouragement. It was especially essential seeing as they managed to save their weapons thanks to Macaque and now required training for them.
Macaque was simply there to reinforce, seeing as he'd learned from years of being alive and did not wish to be lectured by the old master.
MK just tried to adjust to his monkey form without letting his thoughts take him by storm. But it was hard, looking over towards his discarded clothes, and seeing the broken bamboo resting on it. He didn't know what to do, and being a celestial monkey wasn't helping.
It made things harder because he needed to process the new instincts and traits he'd never had the chance to grow up into. And it ached, because what if he'd never been disguised as a human? What if Wukong had found him the day he'd been born? Would the king have raised him or find someone else to help?
The brunette shook his head, dispelling his thoughts. Now was not the time.
Mei grumbled loudly, plopping down next to her best friend, "Too loud! He says I'm too head-strong! But that's how you get stuff done, like c'mon!" She fumed, and Mk felt a smile work its way up his face. "Aw, come on, Mei. Master Subodhi wouldn't say stuff if he didn't wanna help you improve."
She shrugged, temper fading, "I mean, I guess. But it still sucks, and he's just lucky I don't literally explode." MK snickered, "Mei, I doubt he would care if you did." It was admirable, in a way, and further proved his expertise.
"If he could handle past Wukong, I think you're a piece of cake in comparison." MK mumbled softly, his smile turning fond. "He used to tell me stories of when he was training." The brunette nodded to himself, "He was kinda worse than you, and literally didn't care about anything that wasn't about immortality."
The dragon girl laughed, and MK found himself glancing over towards his discarded clothes, the broken bamboo resting on them innocently.
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Wukong stared, aghast as he witnessed himself stumbling out of the furnace from long ago.
Smoke, filled with golden sparks of heat, surrounded him and came off of his charred, uneven curls. Red, runny eyes stared straight ahead, mouth open as his past self gasped for fresh air. Bloodied flakes caked his skin, splitting his fur along his arms and back. How had Wukong been able to stand on such crimson-coated feet?
The king turned away, squeezing his eyes shut as the human who witnessed him screamed and cried. Grotesque sounds echoed out, followed by bubbling inhales. A body fell, his own past self cried out, and Wukong screamed until his throat was raw.
There was blood all over the grass. The man was messy, yet intact. Wukong didn't bother looking at his face, the results still fresh in his mind despite the fact this was an event from centuries before now. He looked up, back towards the cave with the overturned furnace.
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