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The Time is Here
Summary: MK is finally here with Red
Notes: Written for @purble-turble’s King Red au.
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MK was here.
He was here.
At last.
Red hummed happily as he walked through the hallways of his palace. MK was silent on his arm as they walked. Servants were rushing around, preparing for the feast he had ordered. He had made sure weeks ago that cooks knew all of his darling’s favorites, so he wasn’t worried about the food.
“And here’s our bedchambers,” he said, opening the door and leading MK inside. Red didn’t notice the stricken look his darling gained when he saw the massive amount of photos of him scattered around the room. He was more focused on the small troop of handmaidens waiting for them. “Make sure he’s cleaned up and ready for tonight’s festivities.” he said to the head, gently pushing MK forward. Red paused to press a kiss to his cheek before continuing, this time to him. “I’ll be back soon, darling. I just have some things to get ready.”
MK didn’t answer, still looking shocked. Red couldn’t help but let out an adoring chuckle, leaning forward to nuzzle his cheek. “I love you!” he cooed, releasing him to shoot a warning look at the handmaids. If any of them harmed his darling or upset him, they knew he would bring vengeance down on their heads. The lead handmaid winced, showing she had gotten the message.
Good.
The moment he shut the chamber doors on MK being escorted to the bathroom, he wanted to go back inside and tend to his darling. But Red took a deep breath in and out before heading off. The staff not currently working on the welcome home feast were gathered together. He explained that he was giving them a week to prepare his and MK’s wedding and handed a list of people to invite to one of his secretaries. He had a servant run to the kitchens to explain his demand and to also request some hors d'oeuvres be sent to the bridal chamber for MK to nibble on.
A servant came up to him when the staff split up. “I have Master MK’s room ready.” they explained.
For a moment, he couldn’t imagine why. “His...room?”
“To sleep in for the week until your wedding.”
Oh. Oh, right. Tradition stated that he and MK couldn’t share a room until they were married. For a moment, he wanted to snarl and dismiss the servant. He had gone so long without his darling at his side, of course he would make sure he wasn’t in that situation again. But...his parents…
Red let out a hiss. “Thank you.” The servant wisely took the hint and backed away. The king sighed when he was alone. But he had finished everything in his mental list.
That meant he could go see MK again!
The king beamed at the thought, eagerly bounding out of the main hall and through the hallways until he had reached the bridal chamber. He opened the door to the sitting room and found that someone had dropped by a tray of small snacks as well as a bottle of wine with two glasses. Much to his surprise, a bouquet of orange lilies had also been dropped by. He made a mental note to see who had done that while entering the dressing room.
The handmaidens were all together but were all too willing to part for him, revealing MK in front and center.
He was dressed in a beautiful red shirt, golden patterns gleaming. His dark curls had been artfully pulled away from his face, leaving a few strands to frame his face, and tied back with red ribbon. It all matched the bracelets clamped onto his wrists. Red wanted to swoon at the sight of him. He looked perfect.
“Oh, darling...you’re perfect.” He couldn’t help but say it, wrapping his arms around MK and pressing a kiss to his temple. Red stared at their reflection when he pulled away, enjoying the sight. This reminded him of blissful moments of finding MK cooking and hugging him and enjoying the scent of the food and the warmth of his darling. But it also reminded him... “I’m sorry for leaving you behind. I love you and I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”
Starting now.
He waved the handmaids away. They took the hint and left the chambers. Red practically bounced as he escorted MK to the sitting room, pulling up a chair for his darling. He scrambled to grab the first chest of gifts he could get his hands on and pulled it in front of MK.
Red knelt at his darling's feet, unable to resist nuzzling his face against his knee. This was where he belonged. At his darling's side, worshipping MK as he deserved. "I have so much to tell you," he said, pulling away to flip open the chest.
MK didn't react to the gold and jewels in the chest, not even when he scooped some of the treasure into his lap to show it off. Red continued on, trying to figure out which of the pieces still inside would suit his darling. "I missed you so much, I was so worried about you!" He continued to talk about his recovery while trying to downplay how injured he had been. As much as he loved the idea of MK tending to him, the thought of his darling being scared or worried made him sick to his stomach.
He never wanted to upset MK again.
He finally settled on a gold and ruby choker and gold stud earrings, scrambling to his feet to move behind his darling's chair. Red gently ran his fingers through the soft hair, lifting it up, to gently click the choker around MK's throat. He followed that with the earrings. There was still no word from his darling.
"Darling?" He said finally. "Are you alright?"
Had one of the servants upset him? Had one of his demons hurt him? Did he not like the jewelry Red had picked? The king returned to his position, pushing some hair out of MK's face. "Tell me what's-"
The next thing he knew, the treasure in MK's lap had been thrown in his face. Red yelped in more surprise than actual harm, next feeling a foot slam into his chest and slam him back. He barely had a moment to recover before MK was sprinting out of their chambers.
He sighed, pressing the button hidden in his ring. There was a thump and a yelp out in the hallway. Red stood, pausing to neaten his clothes for a moment before walking to the door.
MK was laid out in the hallway, wrists and ankles forced together by the bracelets. He was growling, trying to force his way free and ignoring the clear pain it was causing him. Red tsked, stepping over to his darling. He could smell the blood that would well up if this continued.
“See, darling? This is what we need to work on.” His darling froze as he scooped him up. “But, don’t worry! We’ll fix those nasty issues together!” He wouldn’t leave him alone again. Red nuzzled his cheek before heading down the hall and to the dining room, humming one of his darling’s favorite songs as he walked. A pair of servants opened the door, revealing the dining hall.
It was traditional for the king and his consort to make a grand entrance once the guests were all seated. But, Red mused as he set MK on his throne, exceptions could be made. He pressed his ring, freeing his darling.
The nobles of his court and the other guests entered.
It was time.
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Demon Customs, Chapter 9
Summary: Plans are made before the weakness is realized.
Notes: AO3 link here. @purble-turble, @blitzswolf, @roxyray28
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They ended up in a small courtyard. Red Son had chosen it as the best place since it hadn’t been tended to for a bit and seemed like the safest place so the rest of the complex didn’t get blown up if something got blown up. "Right, so what exactly do you want to learn?" Red said, flipping through the book. (There were so many introduction chapters on theory. Why were there so many introduction chapters on theory?)
"I want to learn how to control the full range of Monkey King's powers so I don't…" MK made a gesture. "You know, get thrown out a window? Again." Red blinked before remembering the Weather Station. (Which had been an embarrassing story to tell his parents.)
"Makes sense." Red flipped past more pages on theory before he finally found the chapter he was looking for. "Right…Let's begin."
The dojo was silent as Macaque ran through his katas. His ear flicked at the sound of the back door quietly creaking. He kept going, making sure to keep up a show of not noticing. There were another few quiet creaks, these coming from footsteps.
Macaque exhaled…
And dodged the blow aimed at his head.
He turned on his heel, grinning at the surprised Chandini. “Hey Baby Silver,” he said almost fondly. There was another creak from behind him and he dodged another blow. This one came from MK’s little friend and the sword she held. “Well, this is a surprise. I didn’t think Langur let you out of his-”
Chandini didn’t let him continued, launching at him. Macaque blocked the blow with his foot and grabbed the green girl’s wrist when she launched herself at him. He had intended on slamming them together, but Chandini dodged the blow and pulled away. She slammed herself against the wall and scrambled up it, disappearing into the darkness of the ceiling above. The green girl was dazed, so Macaque seized the moment to generate two clones. He sent them up to find her-
He grunted as a kick sent him tripping. He glanced back to see a blue-tinted clone of Chandini glare at him before the green girl burst through the clone. Unable to do anything else, Macaque raised his wrists in a defensive position, stopping the jade blade from hitting him in the face. Before he could break the block…
Something hit him in the head.
Macaque grunted as he toppled over.
He was unaware of Chandini giving him a cautious poke with her staff. When she was sure he was good and unconscious, she gave Mei a thumbs up. “Great!” Mei said brightly, heading to the hallway they had entered through. She grabbed the magic rope Chandini had grabbed before they left Langur’s temple entirely, giving the mirror Chandini had used to create her clone a fond pat. “Are you sure this rope will work?”
Chandini nodded as she took the rope and quickly bound up Macaque’s wrists, following that by tying him to one of the dojo’s support pillars. When she was done, she signed “Now all we have to do is wait.”
Mei nodded before a thought occurred to her.
“How...are Wukong and Langur gonna realize we’re here?”
Chandini moved to sign...before the realization struck her. They stared at each other before she finally signed. “Langur is smart.”
“Yeah!”
“Yes.”
Things...weren’t going well in the lesson.
“Well…” Red Son said as he examined the courtyard. When they had entered it this afternoon, it had been slightly dusty with a few weeds overgrowing it. Now, there was a small fire and it looked like an explosion had gone off. Which was why they were using this courtyard, but still. “It wasn’t...that bad?”
“Yes it was.”
He sighed. “Yes it was.”
MK sat on the steps that led into the courtyard, hiding his face. “Okay.” he finally said. “I should’ve considered the fact that Monkey King sealed away most of my power before we started this.” Red nodded as he sat next to him. “Right. So, what now?”
“I could...teach you what I know? At least some fire repellent spells.”
“You know those?” MK said, looking up. “Were you planning on making that offer when we started?”
Red shrugged. “The thought occurred to me when we accidentally blew up half of the courtyard. And of course I know those.” He huffed, brushing off his shirt. “Why do you think my mother isn’t scarred from burns?”
MK blinked, thinking it over. “Oh.”
“Yes, oh.” Red scooted and turned to be facing his beloved. “Come on.” MK followed his pose, leaving them staring at each other. The fire demon swallowed back the heat that wanted to rush up at those pretty eyes. Instead, he held out a hand. Again, swallowing back the heat as MK placed his hands in his, palms up. “This is the one I can remember off the top of my head.”
“Okay.”
“Breathe in, breath out.” Red demostrated, watching as MK’s eyes slid close as he mirrored his breathing. The two kept up the steady, even pace before he stopped, leaving the younger to it. “Now, I’m going to summon a flame. Just so you’re aware, okay?” MK nodded.
Red mauvered their hands so they were cupped before summoning a small flame. The mortal’s breathing quickened for a moment before MK forced it back to the steady, even pace. “Now, can you feel the heat?”
There was a nod.
“Imagine it spreading out, across your hands.” He watched MK’s hands carefully. “Spread it out.” A golden glow was starting to form across his hands. “There we go… You’re doing great!”
“I am?” MK cracked an eye open. His breathing went off-kilter when he saw the flame before, once again, he forced it back. He stared when the flame was just...there. Red knew he didn’t feel the pain or the overwhelming heat. “Wow.”
“I told you. You’re doing great.” He couldn’t help but be entranced by MK’s happ smile as he stared in awe at the flame.
There was a mumble. “I am.”
After another minute, Red flicked the flame away. MK pulled his hands away when it was gone and he couldn’t help the disappointment that rose up. It disappeared when there was a peck to his cheek. “Thanks Red!” Before he could say a word, MK was already heading inside. “See you at dinner!”
A weak “Bye…” escaped him before he couldn’t help his hair flaming up or him excitedly squealing into his palms.
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Demon Customs, Chapter 11
Summary: Red reveals a surprise.
Notes: I once mentioned an idea with @star-shaped-sunglasses-oh where Red Son stole MK’s sketchbooks when he blew up his apartment in episode 8. @purble-turble, @blitzswolf, @roxyray28
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A week had passed and MK found himself settling into a routine.
He would wake up, get ready, and dress in the plainest outfit he could find in the closet. Meals were with Red Son. And most of the day was either spent studying with Red Son, sparring with Red Son, or exploring the complex. He had a goal: figure out exactly where the fuck he was so he knew where to go once he managed to escape.
Said goal was complicated with one thing.
Red wouldn’t leave him alone.
It wasn’t suffocating, but it was getting annoying due to the fact that he had dragged MK here in the first place. But it was sweet, how he asked what he wanted to do and a lot of the gifts that started appearing in his room were pretty nice. Red also got pretty flustered whenever he thanked him. But it was still annoying how he barely had time to himself.
Like now.
MK was currently looking out his bedroom window, gauging again whether or not a clone could survive that height. (One couldn't, in fact.) A loud noise snapped him out of his thoughts. It sounded like a grunt, paired with something screeching across the floor. Several more followed. Eventually, he followed the noise out of his room, down a few hallways, and into an entryway hallway that he knew led to a pair of locked doors.
Red was in there, pushing a large studio desk down it. "Uh…" MK raised a brow. "What are you doing?" The prince yelped, whirling around.
"MK! What...what are you doing here?!"
“Wondering what you’re doing?"
Red looked around, looking for some kind of excuse, before sighing. "Okay. You were gonna see it anyway. Come help me." MK took the other side of the desk and the two hefted it up and continued down the hallway. Red flicked his hand once he reached the locked doors.
There was a click and the doors opened.
MK stared.
The doors opened into a small courtyard. A dome covered the open ceiling. Due to the fog that curled around the dome, braziers lit the garden space. Besides the beautiful, blossoming plants, there was canvases and open cabinets containing art supplies. The centerpiece was the blooming peach tree that had lovely pink petals drifting down. "What is this?" MK whispered. It was the most beautiful thing his artistic heart had ever seen.
"A studio space." Red admitted, guiding him and the desk to a cleared area and setting it down. "I wasn't really doing anything with this space and I remembered you like art and…"
The beauty of the space stopped at those words. "How do you know that?" MK couldn't remember ever mentioning that to Red. "I never told you?"
The demon's hair sparked. "I...uh, do you like it?" MK nodded. "I knew because...do you promise to not be mad?" He nodded again.
Red headed to one of the cabinets. He pulled out a lacquered box from the top shelf. He looked nervous as he brought it over. Then he opened the lid.
It was his sketchbooks.
His sketchbooks, including the Unofficial Autobiography of the Monkey King, all rested inside the box. MK had looked for hours after Red Son had blown up his apartment. There had been no signs of them and he had assumed that they had been destroyed, much to his grief. But they were all here, with no sign of damage at all. "How did you-?!"
"I kinda stole them."
"... What."
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For a prompt, how about “How long has it been?” with dark spicynoodles
I decided to take some inspiration from @purble-turble’s Battle Nexus idea with Yandere MK...
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His target stood alone, leaning against the doorway to one of the seating’s entrances, watching the current fight. He looked to be from one of those swap universes, dressed in a green tank top. MK formed a sweet smile, casually strolling up to him.
“Hey, Hot Stuff...”
Red startled, looking down and flushing. “Hello,” he said after a moment. “Am I in your way?”
“No. I was just thinking you looked lonely.” MK strolled his fingers up his bare arm, resisting a shudder at the feel of his muscles. Red was clearly resisting a shudder of his own, eyes deadlocked on him. “And I was wondering if you wanted company.”
“I...Uh, yeah.” Red stopped leaning, attention laser-focused on him and a pleased smile forming. “If it’s alright with your Red, I wouldn’t mind your company. My MK and I kinda have blanket permission unless it’s with that weird king version...How long has it been? For you?”
MK giggled sweetly, taking his hand and leading him down the hallway. “A little too long.” He giggled again when Red scooped him up. He knew that would get him, the idea of MK being neglected by their Red Son. It drew all of them. He seized his chance and wrapped his arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek. When he pulled away, he whispered, “I know a nice place to get to know each other...”
“Sounds-g-good.” Red stammered, stumbling over his words. MK hummed happily.
Flies.
Honey.
Now, all he had to do was wait until they reached one of the bedrooms set up...
Send me a prompt, please!
#Spicynoodleshipping#au#dark Spicynoodleshipping#MK#Qi Xiaotian#Red Son#Lego Monkie Kid#Monkie Kid#my writing
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Treasure Bin, Chapter 7
Summary: The girls get MK back!
Notes: @purble-turble
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Bao ducked Mei's punch, aiming a punch of her own that Mei dodged as well.
The hallway was littered with the signs of their fight: dents in the wall and floor and little red drops from their knuckles and Bao's bloody nose. They hadn't cared that anyone could find them. This was a fight that had been years in the making.
Bao tried to tackle Mei, but the younger kicked out, slamming her, once again against the wall. The elder grunted, managing to wrap her hands- A whistle broke through their angry haze.
"Hey there." Macaque leaned against the wall. His grin was wide and nasty. Both girls gulped, both suddenly aware of their mortal state. "I was wondering what…" He grabbed a nearby brazier. "This does."
Bao blanched. "Oh, fuck."
The floor split under them, revealing a gaping crevice and a long fall down. Bao yelped, sending a yoyo to wrap around an upper brazier. Mei fell, frantically grabbing her sword to dig it into the wall a few feet from her exit. The two were left dangling.
"Nothing personal, Bao," Macaque called. "I just can't have you in the way.” He turned and then paused. “Actually,” Something flicked out, cutting through Bao’s yo-yo line. She shrieked as she fell, barely managing to grab Mei’s foot. The sword gave an alarming creak at the added weight.
The shadow clone rejoined Macaque, sinking back into his shadow without a word. And just like that, the actual monkey turned and walked away without a word.
"Well…" Bao mumbled out. "This isn't great."
"Oh, really?"
She groaned.
-_-
Red Son had settled on sulking.
He leaned against one of the crates, glaring at nothing. There was a drink giggle before his lap was filled with MK's head. He was too grumpy to get flustered, so he kept glaring, even as he started to pet him.
"You know what the absolute worst thing about you is?" He finally said. "...you lie. All the time."
MK hummed at the petting.
"I don't think your friends have noticed. But, you lie all the time." Red stopped his petting, only to continue when MK whined. "You have a big smile on your face but it's fake. It's always fake."
MK hummed.
"I mean, why do you do this. Why do you need to? I mean, you don't-" He shut his mouth before he could say the thoughts that had been bugging him for weeks. "I'll make sure it won't."
He focused on that image. "I promise!" His voice grew stronger and he couldn't help the triumphant and dramatic stomp to his feet. He looked down when there was a grunt. Seeing MK was fine, sitting up, Red Son continued. "We're going to go on a date! It's gonna be great! It's gonna be nice! And you're gonna have a great time!"
"Yaaaaaay!" MK clapped, his grin bright.
Silence.
"...what do you wanna do?"
Before MK could give some answer, even if it was completely ridiculous, a door slammed open. "We're here to rescue you MK!" Dragon Girl yelled. Red Son gaped, barely avoiding catching the mortal as he stood and then fell.
"More like I'm here to rescue you.” He burst into drunk giggles, too out of it to notice Red’s gape.
“What...happened to you two?”
Both girls were bruised and bloody with their hair a total mess. Bao held up a yo-yo. “Macaque tried to kill us. He forgot I had a spare. Let’s go.”
Without another word, Mei grabbed MK and slung him over her shoulder. The girls marched out. Red Son was left standing there. He looked around before scrambling after them.
“I...guess I’m going with you.”
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Demon Customs, Chapter 5
Summary: MK entertains himself and Wukong has a plan.
Notes: @purble-turble, @blitzswolf, @roxyray28
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MK woke up in a startle.
"I'm late for work!" He shouted, scrambling out of bed. The feel of silk instead of the cotton pajamas he usually wore startled him out of his panic. He froze, looking around.
He was...still a prisoner.
He wiped at his eyes, intent on not breaking down again, only to pause at the feeling of bandages against his face. He lowered his hand. When he had gone to sleep, his knuckles had been a bloody mess. Now they were bandaged up.
Three guesses on who did that.
MK groaned. While it was nice that his hands no longer hurt, it meant that Red Son could come in whenever he wanted. He made a mental note to try and barricade the door next time.
Right on cue, the door opened. A maid entered with a tray. "Breakfast, master." She said, placing the tray on his bedside table. Before he could correct her, she had already left. MK sighed, grabbing the tray.
A cup of tea sat next to a covered plate. MK took a sip of the tea. The taste of jasmine, his favorite, met him. He almost started crying again at the memory of sipping tea with Sandy. Instead, he steeled himself, remembering the promise of no more tears.
Breakfast was steamed bean paste buns with tofu pudding and wheat noodles. The minute the first bite hit his taste buds, MK realized how hungry he was and dug in. Like what little he had eaten at dinner, it was delicious . As he ate and tried to place himself, he wondered why he hadn't been forced to eat with Red Son.
He put the tray aside when he was finished and headed to what he assumed was the closet. He had to take a moment to stare at the walk-in closet. He shook off his shock and looked for his jacket, hoping that it had been placed in here. No dice.
What he did find was finery, unlike anything he had seen. He couldn't help his urge to reach out and run his fingers across the clothes. Finally, he settled on putting on the plainest clothes he could find: a white shirt with gold cuffs and red slacks, pulling a fine orange jacket over it.
He considered his reflection in the mirror he had found as he tied his hair back. MK could almost say he looked rather nice. Now, for the next part.
MK stuck his head out the door. Nobody was in the hall. He slipped out of his room and hurried down the hall. While he couldn’t leave until he had figured out how far away the city was, it didn’t hurt to map out his surroundings.
So he explored.
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“So, where are we going?” Mei asked.
The two flew on a cloud, Mei piggybacking on Wukong’s back. The two of them had combed every corner of the city after Red Son had flamed them and disappeared. There had been no sign of him and he hadn't left a clue behind.
"We're going to get help. I know someone who's better at tracking then me." Wukong winced. "Unfortunately, he hates my guts."
"How many people hate your guts?"
He thought about it for a moment. "I...lost track around a hundred. But he hates everyone for some reason or another."
She groaned. "So how are we gonna convince him to help us?"
"Simple. We're going to someone, last I checked, who he didn't completely hate."
Without another word, they continued flying.
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From what MK had discovered, the place he had been taken to was huge.
There were multiple rooms, all decorated in a way that didn't make it feel so big. He found what looked like a throne room, two thrones set up on a dias. (He tried his best to ignore the clearly newer throne.) Paintings decorated the hallways. Most depicted the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan in various victories. Others were of demons he didn't recognize, also winning battles. MK turned his eyes away from one particularly violent scene and set on counting his footsteps between doors.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5...12.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5...15 to the next door.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5...20 to the library.
1…
Library?
MK took a step back, poking his head through the door.
It was a library. It was massive, shelves of books stretching out as far as he could see. MK entered, eyes widening as he took in every detail. Ancient bamboo scrolls sat next to more modern hardcovers. The sheer number would make any scholar faint. He had always loved the library since he was a kid, and still did. It was immensely tempting.
He glanced out into the hallway.
There was nobody around to tell him no…
MK grabbed the first book that looked interesting- a leather bound book titled The Theory of Immortality- and looked for a spot for read. Much to his luck, he found an area that seemed to be meant for reading. Two armchairs and a couch were arranged around a roaring fire in a fireplace. It was ridiculously classy and, as he found as he stretched out in one of the armchairs, comfortable.
MK flipped open the book and started to read.
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Demon Customs- 2
Notes: By popular demand on archiveofourown here’s part two to Demon Customs. @roxyray28 you wanted a part two and @purble-turble you asked for spicynoodleshipping to be sent your way.
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Her son had been missing for a week.
Princess Iron Fan wasn’t worried about this. She was a bit concerned, considering the last time he had been living alone he ended up press-ganged as Guanyin’s disciple. But she wasn’t worried.
All demons had to leave their parents at some point. Red Son had returned since neither of them trusted her alone without her beloved. But she was also glad that he was gone- she hadn’t damaged his independence too much.
She was explaining this to her husband.
“As long as he doesn’t do anything that requires divine assistance on his own, our baby will be fine,” she said calmly, gripping her husband’s hand as they strolled down the hallway together. “And at this point, he’s too smart to do something like that-”
That was when the lair shook, following by a roar of “RED SON!” Even though centuries had passed, Iron Fan could recognize an enraged Sun Wukong. She sighed.
Maybe not then.
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The guards were playing cards again.
Red Son would’ve been enraged by this, except MK was passed out peacefully in his arms. Getting angry would only wake him up and he really didn’t want to deal with another chase. The guards immediately scrambled to their feet when he approached. “My lord!” one said, saluting.
“At ease,” he said. Without another word, he marched into the familiar cave of Fiery Mountains. Thankfully, he didn’t pass any other useless servants on his stroll through the halls. Finally, he reached the door of what he had deemed MK’s bedroom when he had set this plan into motion.
It was one of the prettiest bedrooms in the complex, decorated in tasteful shades of red and carefully placed lanterns illuminating the space. It was also right next to the master bedroom, where Red Son slept. After some careful maneuvering in order to untuck the sheets and place MK in, Red pulled off his sneakers and carelessly threw them over his shoulder. He wanted to dress his love in some of the pretty pajamas he had gotten him, but that would ruin later plans. He settled on burning the outfit later.
Except for the headband and staff.
The headband he pulled off and carefully folded. The staff he used magic to carefully lift off the other’s belt. Red set both of them on the desk and returned to the bedside to tuck in MK, smiling at the sight of soft dark curls spilling over MK’s peaceful face. He wanted to stay and wait until MK woke up, but there were other things that needed his attention. Hopefully, Red would get back in time.
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MK woke up in a confused start.
He looked around wildly, his brain trying to piece together everything. Finally, it came together and he let out a mild scream. He had been kidnapped! By Red Son who was following demon custom. MK tripped out of...a bed? He finally took in his surroundings.
He was in a bedroom that looked more suited to Mei’s manor. It was decorated in reds, with lanterns providing light, yet it felt so empty. It felt like a hotel room, sparse of any personal detail, except for his headband and staff, which sat on a desk. He grabbed the staff and hooked it to his belt and tied back his hair. Once that was done, MK looked for an escape route.
Conveniently, there were open windows.
He scrambled for them, grinning at the easy escape. That was promptly stopped when MK took in the scenery: mountains and pine trees. And no sign of anything familiar. He considered his options.
It was better to wait. Just until he knew how far he had been taken.
MK walked back to the bed, tired again. A gleam of something red caught his eye. Oh, right. Red Son had placed something on his wrist. He looked down, freezing at the sight of a bracelet.
It was gold, decorated with flames carefully carved into the metal. The centerpiece was a small red ruby, the same color as his headband. It was probably very expensive. It was also the prettiest piece of jewelry MK had ever seen. He couldn’t help but admire it.
“Do you like it?”
MK nearly jumped out of his skin, pulling out the staff and aiming it at Red Son. The redhead demon barely gave it a glance, too busy staring at him. “I mean, it’s not the greatest thing I’ve ever made, but it’s the first for you. So do you like it?”
“It’s...nice.” he settled on saying. Who knew what Red would do if he said he didn’t want anything from him? “Where are we?”
“Home.”
“That doesn’t tell me anything.”
Red shrugged. “Of course not. I don’t trust you to not leave yet.” He glanced at the staff, finally seeming to acknowledge it. “Do you mind?” MK raised a brow as he slowly followed the command. That prompted a “What?”
“You’re being nice.”
A brow raised. “Of course I’m being nice. I’m courting you.” He didn’t seem to notice the look of shock that formed at that declaration, instead frowning at MK’s outfit. “You should probably go get cleaned up before dinner.”
There was a huff. “Who says I’m having dinner with you.”
“Well, unless you wanna starve…”
MK paled at the threat. He’d had enough of starvation in the past and the threat was enough to make him hurry to the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. Once alone, he let out a huff of relief. Red had...he didn’t know the word, but the look in his eyes could be described as hungry . A knock on the door startled him.
“Leave your clothes outside. I’ll have something nicer for you to wear.” Red Son called through the door. “Or else.” For a moment, he sounded like the same demon MK had been fighting for a year. He stood there, frozen, listening as footsteps walked away and the bedroom door closed.
MK shivered, suddenly very afraid.
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Demon Customs, Chapter 4
Summary: Dinner goes badly.
Notes: @blitzswolf, @roxyray28, @purble-turble
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The food was good.
MK couldn’t help but be annoyed by that fact. The table had been filled with dishes of food, allowing the two of them to pick and choose. And, to his even greater annoyance, about half of the foods were his favorites. That was nothing compared to Red Son.
The differences between them were stark. While MK tried his best not to shovel food into his mouth, slouching slightly with a frown, Red’s posture was perfect. He barely ate, too busy staring at him to take more than tiny bites. The silence between them was increasingly awkward until MK finally snapped “What?”
“What?”
“You keep staring at me.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Red’s eyes dropped to his plate. MK gaped at the bashful tone he had spoken in before the redhead cleared his throat. “How is your room? I meant to ask that. Is there anything I can do?”
“You could take me home.”
Red frowned. “You are home.”
“No, my home is my apartment. Where my family is.” Apparently, calling his apartment home seemed to be a delicate subject. MK yelped when Red’s hands slammed down on the table, the demon rising as his eyes and hair flamed in fury.
“Your ‘home’ was nothing but a pathetic tiny space above a stinking noodle shop where the owner constantly hung the threat of taking it away over your head!” The insult to Pigsy was a harsh blow. (MK never told anyone about the conversation he had heard once between Pigsy and Tang- the threat was an empty one. Pigsy was too afraid of MK dying alone on the streets to ever do that.) “You are a mortal caught up in a fight that was never yours!”
That was an even worse blow. MK slammed his hands on the table as well, mirroring Red’s pose. “You made it my fight when you tried to take over the city! When you tried to hurt my family! When you blew up my apartment!”
“WELL, I SHOULD’VE DONE IT BETTER!”
Later, MK would be confused about which part he was talking about. But, right now, that was the last straw. MK’s hand formed a fist and it snapped out, hitting Red right in the nose. Just like before, there was the snap of bone and he fell back. The young man stormed out of the room, ignoring the shriek of rage that came from the dining room.
He stormed through the hall, ignoring the staff he walked past. MK slammed the door to the room behind him. Unsure of what else to do, he looked around for something to vent on. The mirror he had examined himself in before dinner caught his eye. He walked to it, staring his reflection right in the eye.
Then he slammed his fist into it.
The shatter of glass sounded good. So MK hit it again. And again and again until his knuckles were sore and bleeding and the mirror was nothing but shards. As if the mirror held it, his fury was suddenly gone. MK knelt there, sobbing into his knees and just wanting to go home.
When the worst of his sobs were over and done with and all that was left was sniffling, MK carefully picked himself off the floor. He scooped up the biggest pieces of glass and threw them away. Once that was done, he found the closet and changed out of his sweater and slacks into red silk pajamas, depositing the staff and his headband and the bracelet on the dresser. He collapsed into bed, unsure of what else to do.
As the lanterns dimmed, MK sobbed himself to sleep.
-_-
In his room, Red Son furiously paced.
When he had realized MK had left and he had upset him, Red had given into his fury and marched back to his room. The master bedroom, cleaned up and modernized, was now in pieces. He would clean it up later, but right now he needed to vent. He finally collapsed at his vanity, face thudding as sadness took over.
“I messed up…” he admitted to the wood.
He really had a tendency to drive away the people who’s opinion really mattered to him. His parents were the only ones left, but that didn’t change the facts. Red finally pulled his face away, standing up with a groan.
He changed out of his finery into his old clothes, smoothing down his shirt. A steward was waiting outside. “I’m leaving. I should be back in an hour.” Red said calmly as he strolled past. He needed to check in on his parents and see what he had to do in order to keep Sun Wukong away from the boy safely ensconced in his room. It wouldn’t hurt as well to see if there was anything he could bring back from MK’s ‘apartment’ to make the complex feel a little more like home. He paused next to MK’s door, weighing his options, giving into opening it.
The mirror was broken. The lanterns were dim. The bed had a distinct MK-shaped lump. Red stepped inside and carefully stepped to the bedside. He resisted the urge to tsk at the sight of the blood on MK’s hands. Instead, he headed to the bathroom and found the first aid kit.
Carefully, to avoid waking up MK, Red bandaged his darling’s knuckles. He pressed a kiss to his brow and carefully walked out, closing the door quietly behind him.
Muscle memory guided him through the hallways until Red Son had reached the entryway. It was faintly raining, shrouding the mountains and pine woods in mist. He had forgotten how much he liked this place. Red took a deep breath in, smiling at the scenery.
He disappeared into flame and ash, speeding through the night until he had reached the gleam of the city built on the base of Flowerfruit Mountain. He reformed on the roof of Pigsy’s Noodles, taking a deep breath. Long distances always wore him out when traveling like that. He let the breath out and headed down the stairs until he had reached the window of MK’s room.
Red was so focused on opening the window he didn’t realize someone was behind him until a fist hit the glass, an inch from his face. The redhead yelped, moving out of the way to dodge the sword. When he looked up it was to meet the furious gazes of both Sun Wukong and Dragon Horse Girl.
“WHERE IS HE?!” Mei demanded, swiping at him from her position on Wukong’s back. The monkey himself didn’t say a word, glaring at Red Son.
“YOU CAN’T HAVE HIM!” He yelled back, throwing fire their way. He knew he could fight the Dragon, but he certainly wasn’t prepared for the Monkey King himself. Red scrambled away as Wukong moved to shield Mei, hopping onto the roof.
He didn’t bother to stick around after that.
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Treasure Bin- Chapter 4
Summary: A plan is formed.
Notes: I was going to wait to publish this chapter until tomorrow, but then @ninja-knox-ur-sox-off tagged me in a last line tag and I decided to finish this. Hope you enjoy! @purble-turble.
Prologue,
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“OUT OF EVERYONE, OF COURSE YOU’RE THE ONE TO TEAM UP WITH RED SON!”
“NICE TO SEE YOU TOO MEI!”
The two, dragging the third behind them, ran from the door. Outside, they could hear shrieks of rage. But they couldn’t run forever.
They ended up collapsing in a hallway a few hallways away from the door. Bao panted for air as Mei fell back on her butt, cradling MK. “Okay, we should be safe for the moment. Give me one of your phones.”
Mei pulled out her cell, throwing it to Bao. “Is there any cell service?” she asked reluctantly. She hated it, but the only other person was still drunkenly giggling.
“Yeah. Auntie even paid extra for a generator to keep it going if the snow ever knocked it out.” Bao pulled up Mei’s contacts. After a moment of guesswork, she pressed Tang’s number. They were left in silence as it rang.
Mei finally poked at the staff and the gold hardness on it. “What is this stuff?”
“I don’t really know. Auntie intended it as some type of bondweapon virus, I think.” The call finally picked up.
Before Bao could say a word, Tang was talking. “Mei, you were right about leaving MK’s crazy sister!” She froze, glancing at Mei. The other girl shrugged, completely unabashed. “Mei?”
“Mr...Tang, right?”
“Wha-Who is this!?”
Bao frowned. “This is MK’s sister.”
There was an awkward moment of silence. “Oh boy. Can we...”
he nodded before realizing he couldn’t see her. “Yeah. Look, MK’s been hit with one of my great-aunt’s experiments. Can you find any of her notes?” She sighed. “If not, it’s fine. I have a plan.”
“Yeah, hold on...” There was a good minute of papers being moved and something crashing before Tang picked back up. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
“It’s fine. We can handle it. But you should probably check on Sun Wukong. I have no idea if this will effect him too.”
“How’s MK?”
Bao glanced at Mei. She took that as her cue to gently shake MK. “MK? How are you feeling?”
MK giggled. “Just peachy!” he squealed. “What’s going on?”
Mei smiled as calmly as she could. “You got hit by one of your auntie’s experiments. But don’t worry. We have a plan to make you feel better again!”
MK grinned. “What? No! I’m fine!” He said, drawing the ‘fine’ out as he pressed his cheek against Mei’s face. “I’m the Monkie Kid!” He gave a drunk giggle, leaning back as Mei and Bao exchanged worried looks. The giggling cut out to be replaced by a snore. Mei frantically shook him until there was a “Hi Mei...”
Bao turned back to the call. “Yeah, you might want to go check on the Monkey King.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Well, he’s loopy and I have no idea if the other guy’s loopy and I’m not sure if we want him to be loopy, so you should probably check on him.”
There was a grumble, then “Fine. Call me if anything happens.”
“We will.” Tang hung up. Bao handed the phone back to Mei. She clapped her hands together with the best grin she could manage. “Okay! So, here’s the plan. This complex has a control center and it has a reverse switch, meaning MK should get back to normal once we flip it.”
“Should?”
“This is the best plan we got.” The older girl reminded her. “But we should probably be careful. I haven’t gotten the chance to have all the building’s safeguards linked up to me.”
Mei raised a brow. “Which means?”
“It means that we need to be careful.” There was a sudden bang, startling Mei to her feet (and dragging MK onto his.) The two exchanged confused glances. There was another loud bang and then an explosion from down the hall.
“NOODLE BOY!”
Time to go.
They ran, not far enough to not hear Red Son shriek in frustrated rage.
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Treasure Bin- Chapter 1
Summary: MK hears about his great-aunt’s passing, Macaque gets back in contact with some old friends, and MK gets a call from his sister.
Notes: Reposted from my old blog. @purble-turble
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MK woke up to come down to a quiet restaurant.
That wasn’t unusual at the early hour and Tang only on his second bowl, he had been finding out. He had been falling asleep faster at night, which had been allowing him to wake up earlier. It had been agreed that this was due to his increased physical activity as the Monkie Kid. (Pigsy, much to his delight, had been giving him bigger portions of food to help.)
But this was a different silence. He opened his mouth to ask when his eyes landed on the newspaper. Tang grabbed it, but it was too late.
WEALTHY SPINSTER PASSED
He froze, heart not sure whether it wanted to sink or start running like a rabbit. He knew the woman that the article was talking about.
For a moment, MK was back to feeling a wrinkled hand run through his hair, an aged voice cooing You’re our most precious treasure, starshine-
“-MK.”
It was Pigsy’s voice, calm and certain, that drew him back. MK tried a shaky smile. (The chef noticed the shakiness and added it to the mental list of ‘reasons to look up therapists’.) “Sorry.” He nodded to the article. “Great- She- dead?” Tang, thankfully, understood.
“Three days ago.” He thought before offering the article, relief passing over his face when the younger man shook his head. “They kept it secret until she could be buried.” Pigsy snatched it away, crumbling it up and throwing it at the recycling.
“C’mon kid, it doesn’t matter. Kitchen.”
“Yes sir.” MK said, thoughts already moving away from his former family and to helping Pigsy prepare.
Well, his thoughts attempted to move away.
He was stuck puzzling over Great Aunt Tetra all day. He greeted Mei when she poked her head in, did deliveries, and took orders, but it was all on autopilot. Sure, he didn’t like the woman- no. Dislike wasn’t the word to describe it. But he had known her.
Eventually, he had some free time to slip away to Flower Fruit Mountain. As he climbed the peak, he considered every angle until his brain landed on one question.
How was Bao taking it?
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Princess Iron Fan was careful.
Being careful was often the only thing saving you from the forces of Heaven or whatever came. That was the lesson she had taught Red Son. So, as the world changed, both of them were careful with money. Both of them were careful with resources. And Iron Fan, most of all, was careful with places.
The small palace that the Demon Bull family now inhabited was the same palace DBK had lived in centuries ago, back when they were preparing for his strike against the Monkey King. The same strike that ultimately landed him under a mountain. His wife and son had lived there for a few years before moving to the city, but Iron Fan had been careful to keep a few servants in the hidden complex to keep it updated.
After the mess that the last lair had been left in, everyone was glad for that one.
Especially Red Son.
He sat in his room, staring at a bracelet. It was a cuff bracelet, made out of gold with one small ruby. The jewel itself matched the headband of a certain boy. He twirled the piece absently, considering the implications that hadn’t filled his head when he had started crafting the gift.
There was a knock on the door. Red let out a yelp, trying to both stuff the bracelet into his pocket and scramble off the bed. “Come in!” He managed out eventually, smoothing his shirt down.
The door opened, revealing a servant. He straightened, trying to look like the cool and confident prince he was. “Your parents request your presence.” they said with a bowed head. Red Son nodded, not trusting his voice.
He stalked out of his room, keeping his head high. It was probably to talk over plans, he supposed. There had been some silent agreement to not talk about the White Bone Spirit at the moment. But his thoughts kept wandering.
To his enraged father.
To the cry of traitor.
To MK-
A chuckle broke him out of his thoughts. Red Son looked around, confused and a little wary due to the said spirit. There was a tap on his shoulder and he let out a shout. On instinct, his fist slammed out before slamming into a hand. There was another chuckle.
“Jumpy, kid?”
He drew back. “Macaque.” he said, giving a respectful bow of his head. The dark-furred immortal chuckled, eyes glowing. “Excuse me. I…”
“We weren’t expecting you here, Macaque.” His mother’s voice broke the tension as she strode down the hallway, his father following. Her face was frozen into one of politeness and he couldn’t blame her. Given his and Monkey King’s past…relationship, it was hard to determine if he was now friend or foe. “What brings you.”
Unannounced was the word Iron Fan didn’t use.
“Iron Fan!” Macaque said, striding forward to meet her. He grabbed her hand to press a chaste kiss to it. “Can’t a guy come visit some old friends?” She drew her hand away. “Anyway, I’ve heard about your difficulties.”
“There are no difficulties at the moment.” his mother said stiffly.
Macaque chuckled. “Denial. But I’ve brought all of us a chance.” He pulled out a jar, full of what Red Son could only describe as slime. “One of the few sorceresses in the world left us three days ago.” Everyone stared at the information as Macaque swirled the jar. “But she did manage to leave us this.” He snapped his fingers. “And we still have a guide.”
Out of the shadows, probably carried by one of his shadow clones, a girl tied up was thrown. She looked to be a few years older then Red, dressed in a teal sweater and white leggings, and covered in soot. She also looked completely pissed. Macaque stepped forward, ignoring how she was struggling against her bonds, and pulled out the gag.
She coughed, clearly getting used to the freedom of speech, before ignoring everyone except Macaque. “I told you already, I have no idea exactly what that does! It could make the Monkey King loopy or it could kill him! It could blow us up! I! Have! No idea!”
His mother grabbing her shoulder stopped the struggles. “Ah ah ah! Except you do!” Macaque pulled out an aging journal. He paused. “Excuse me, I’m being rude. Everyone, meet the Monkie Kid’s older sister, Bao.”
MK had an older sister?
“And you better not touch a hair on his head!” Bao yelled, struggling against her bonds again. “Look, I might know what that stuff is supposed to do, but I have no idea if it does and you f-”
Macaque pulled out his staff.
She went silent.
“This stuff,” He explained to his audience, holding up the glowing jar. “Is a special spell that her great aunt developed. For lack of a better word, it’s a virus that loosens their controls, like under the influence of alcohol. Which means that they’re easy to catch and control.”
Red stepped forward, considering the jar. “And what do you want?” he voiced.
Macaque grinned harder. “Simple. To work with you to create a trap for both Wukong and MK. She,” Bao grunted as he gave her a kick. “Is the current owner of a huge warehouse full of magical artifacts. Artifacts that will be useful to you and…” He leaned forward, eyes lighting up. “Especially to the brat. I get Wukong to undo whatever that monk did to him. You get MK-”
“LEAVE HIM ALONE!”
“SHUT UP!”
“Shutting up.”
“As I was saying, you get MK for whatever you want.” Macaque said, smoothing back his hair from where it had fluffed up. Red Son’s thoughts whirled, all circling around the bracelet in his pocket. He didn’t move, however. Instead, he watched his parents before Iron Fan finally nodded. “Great! As for you!”
Bao winced as he reached…to untie her. She blinked when the bonds came loose and he pulled out a phone. “Call your brother. I told you, you’ll come with us but at the end of it, you’re going free.”
She glared but typed in the number.
-_-
“My great aunt’s dead.”
Wukong let out a yelp. MK couldn’t blame him- it had come out of nowhere. They were in the middle of after-spar meditation, but he couldn’t keep it down. “I…” the immortal said after a moment. “I’m sorry- wait, no. Your great aunt, from what I saw, was a bitch.”
“I know!” MK said it in a burst. “God, I hated her when I left. But she’s still my blood and I…I don’t know? Feel sad?” He stood, starting to pace. “She thought I couldn’t do a thing for myself, just because I couldn’t do magic like her or Bao or my parents! But she…I don’t know.” He sat back down, staring at his hands. “She still loved me. Kinda.”
His mentor stared before letting out a sigh. “Kid…you shouldn’t think about this. You left because she was your family and she was unhealthy. You shouldn’t let the family part weigh you down-”
There was a ringing. MK pulled out his phone. The number niggled at his memory, but he didn’t remember where. With a shrug at Wukong, he answered. “Hello?”
“Star- MK?”
“BAO?!” On instinct and encouraged by Wukong’s frantic waves, MK moved to end the call.
“Wait, wait, wait- I left!”
He paused. “What?”
“I left Mom and Dad. And…that’s why I’m calling you. Auntie left the shop to me.”
He blinked before moving forward. “That’s great. But I don’t want you in my life, so…”
“I want to make amends.”
He paused again. “What?”
“I…I’m calling. Because I want to make amends.” The words were awkward and the silence was long. Long enough that MK could barely make out a few taps, repeating over and over again. “The White Bone Spirit’s still loose, right? There’s some artifacts here that could help you.”
More tapping. A pattern, repeating over and over again.
“Okay.” MK hadn’t realized he had said it before Bao was talking again.
“Great! That- that’s great! Most of it is in this other warehouse, down north, but Auntie had a portal. I’ll leave instructions and I’ll meet you there, cool?”
He nodded before realizing she couldn’t see. “Yeah. Cool. Bye.”
“…Bye. Dress up warm!” Then the call was over and MK was left staring at his phone. Wukong let out a whistle, startling his student.
“Well, that was a trainwreck-”
“Bao’s in trouble.”
#Monkie Kid#Lego Monkie Kid#Treasure Bin#Spicynoodleshipping#MK#Red Son#Macaque#Princess Iron Fan#Tang#Pigsy#Sun Wukong#Qi Xiaotian
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Treasure Bin, Chapter 7
Summary: The girls get MK back!
Notes: Reposting from old blog. @purble-turble
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Bao ducked Mei’s punch, aiming a punch of her own that Mei dodged as well.
The hallway was littered with the signs of their fight: dents in the wall and floor and little red drops from their knuckles and Bao’s bloody nose. They hadn’t cared that anyone could find them. This was a fight that had been years in the making.
Bao tried to tackle Mei, but the younger kicked out, slamming her, once again against the wall. The elder grunted, managing to wrap her hands- A whistle broke through their angry haze.
“Hey there.” Macaque leaned against the wall. His grin was wide and nasty. Both girls gulped, both suddenly aware of their mortal state. “I was wondering what…” He grabbed a nearby brazier. “This does.”
Bao blanched. “Oh, fuck.”
The floor split under them, revealing a gaping crevice and a long fall down. Bao yelped, sending a yoyo to wrap around an upper brazier. Mei fell, frantically grabbing her sword to dig it into the wall a few feet from her exit. The two were left dangling.
“Nothing personal, Bao,” Macaque called. “I just can’t have you in the way.” He turned and then paused. “Actually,” Something flicked out, cutting through Bao’s yo-yo line. She shrieked as she fell, barely managing to grab Mei’s foot. The sword gave an alarming creak at the added weight.
The shadow clone rejoined Macaque, sinking back into his shadow without a word. And just like that, the actual monkey turned and walked away without a word.
"Well…” Bao mumbled out. “This isn’t great.”
“Oh, really?”
She groaned.
-_-
Red Son had settled on sulking.
He leaned against one of the crates, glaring at nothing. There was a drink giggle before his lap was filled with MK’s head. He was too grumpy to get flustered, so he kept glaring, even as he started to pet him.
“You know what the absolute worst thing about you is?” He finally said. “…you lie. All the time.”
MK hummed at the petting.
“I don’t think your friends have noticed. But, you lie all the time.” Red stopped his petting, only to continue when MK whined. “You have a big smile on your face but it’s fake. It’s always fake.”
MK hummed.
“I mean, why do you do this. Why do you need to? I mean, you don’t-” He shut his mouth before he could say the thoughts that had been bugging him for weeks. “I’ll make sure it won’t.”
He focused on that image. “I promise!” His voice grew stronger and he couldn’t help the triumphant and dramatic stomp to his feet. He looked down when there was a grunt. Seeing MK was fine, sitting up, Red Son continued. “We’re going to go on a date! It’s gonna be great! It’s gonna be nice! And you’re gonna have a great time!”
“Yaaaaaay!” MK clapped, his grin bright.
Silence.
“…what do you wanna do?”
Before MK could give some answer, even if it was completely ridiculous, a door slammed open. “We’re here to rescue you MK!” Dragon Girl yelled. Red Son gaped, barely avoiding catching the mortal as he stood and then fell.
“More like I’m here to rescue you.” He burst into drunk giggles, too out of it to notice Red’s gape.
“What…happened to you two?”
Both girls were bruised and bloody with their hair a total mess. Bao held up a yo-yo. “Macaque tried to kill us. He forgot I had a spare. Let’s go.”
Without another word, Mei grabbed MK and slung him over her shoulder. The girls marched out. Red Son was left standing there. He looked around before scrambling after them.
“I…guess I’m going with you.”
#Treasure Bin#Lego Monkie Kid#Monkie Kid#Spicynoodleshipping#Mei#Red Son#MK#Qi Xiaotian#Long Xiaojiao#Macaque
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Treasure Bin- Chapter 4
Summary: A plan is formed.
Notes: Reposting from old blog. @purble-turble.
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“OUT OF EVERYONE, OF COURSE YOU’RE THE ONE TO TEAM UP WITH RED SON!”
“NICE TO SEE YOU TOO MEI!”
The two, dragging the third behind them, ran from the door. Outside, they could hear shrieks of rage. But they couldn’t run forever.
They ended up collapsing in a hallway a few hallways away from the door. Bao panted for air as Mei fell back on her butt, cradling MK. “Okay, we should be safe for the moment. Give me one of your phones.”
Mei pulled out her cell, throwing it to Bao. “Is there any cell service?” she asked reluctantly. She hated it, but the only other person was still drunkenly giggling.
“Yeah. Auntie even paid extra for a generator to keep it going if the snow ever knocked it out.” Bao pulled up Mei’s contacts. After a moment of guesswork, she pressed Tang’s number. They were left in silence as it rang.
Mei finally poked at the staff and the gold hardness on it. “What is this stuff?”
“I don’t really know. Auntie intended it as some type of bondweapon virus, I think.” The call finally picked up.
Before Bao could say a word, Tang was talking. “Mei, you were right about leaving MK’s crazy sister!” She froze, glancing at Mei. The other girl shrugged, completely unabashed. “Mei?”
“Mr…Tang, right?”
“Wha-Who is this!?”
Bao frowned. “This is MK’s sister.”
There was an awkward moment of silence. “Oh boy. Can we…”
he nodded before realizing he couldn’t see her. “Yeah. Look, MK’s been hit with one of my great-aunt’s experiments. Can you find any of her notes?” She sighed. “If not, it’s fine. I have a plan.”
“Yeah, hold on…” There was a good minute of papers being moved and something crashing before Tang picked back up. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
“It’s fine. We can handle it. But you should probably check on Sun Wukong. I have no idea if this will effect him too.”
“How’s MK?”
Bao glanced at Mei. She took that as her cue to gently shake MK. “MK? How are you feeling?”
MK giggled. “Just peachy!” he squealed. “What’s going on?”
Mei smiled as calmly as she could. “You got hit by one of your auntie’s experiments. But don’t worry. We have a plan to make you feel better again!”
MK grinned. “What? No! I’m fine!” He said, drawing the ‘fine’ out as he pressed his cheek against Mei’s face. “I’m the Monkie Kid!” He gave a drunk giggle, leaning back as Mei and Bao exchanged worried looks. The giggling cut out to be replaced by a snore. Mei frantically shook him until there was a “Hi Mei…”
Bao turned back to the call. “Yeah, you might want to go check on the Monkey King.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Well, he’s loopy and I have no idea if the other guy’s loopy and I’m not sure if we want him to be loopy, so you should probably check on him.”
There was a grumble, then “Fine. Call me if anything happens.”
“We will.” Tang hung up. Bao handed the phone back to Mei. She clapped her hands together with the best grin she could manage. “Okay! So, here’s the plan. This complex has a control center and it has a reverse switch, meaning MK should get back to normal once we flip it.”
“Should?”
“This is the best plan we got.” The older girl reminded her. “But we should probably be careful. I haven’t gotten the chance to have all the building’s safeguards linked up to me.”
Mei raised a brow. “Which means?”
“It means that we need to be careful.” There was a sudden bang, startling Mei to her feet (and dragging MK onto his.) The two exchanged confused glances. There was another loud bang and then an explosion from down the hall.
“NOODLE BOY!”
Time to go.
They ran, not far enough to not hear Red Son shriek in frustrated rage.
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Hunted
Summary: Part of episode Grand Nexus Hotel: (The turtles and CJ stalk out a mysterious hotel when hearing rumors of Baron Draxum stalking around the area. At the same hotel, April is making her first business deal for her mother’s company with Irma as backup. Will the two groups be ensnared in the mysterious web of the hotel owner Big Mama?)
April and Irma are being hunted while trying to find their friends.
Notes: I think I mentioned I had the idea of a TMNT incarnation while writing some yandere stuff inspired by @purble-turble‘s dark spicynoodles/shadowpeach. I forgot about it and then remembered and decided to finish this section.
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There was the scrabble of claws, right outside the sitting room.
April reacted on instinct. She grabbed Irma’s wrist and immediately dragged her behind the couch. She tried to keep her breathing even and was relieved as Irma started doing the same. In the room, something big was looking around. She could hear it sniffing.
She could sense the bloodlust as it drew closer to the couch.
Mentally, she started to weave a shield- which was mostly her thinking desperately We aren’t here. You can’t find us over and over again. This strategy had never worked when her and Donnie were running experiments. So, as she mentally ran the chant through her head, she tried to think of something else. The image of a bubble around her and Irma popped into her mind.
April focused her will, imagining that bubble of safety around them. She could almost feel the surface of it.
We aren’t here. You can’t find us.
Shield, shield, shield.
We aren’t here. You can’t find us...
There was a snort and then a soft howl before the scrabble of claws signaled the creature’s exit. April blinked, she and Irma sharing looks. “Is it gone?” her friend signed. She shrugged before carefully popping her head out.
Empty.
“I think so.” she signed back, sitting back down. She was suddenly very tired. This whoe entire night was not going as planned. There was a ding and she made a noise, pulling out her phone. “It’s from Leo!” she signed, pulling up the message.
It was a spider emoji.
April showed the message to Irma, raising a brow in confusion. “Why is he…?” A second later, RUN popped up. The two of them stared at it. A thought struck April and she whimpered. She thought back to standing in Big Mama’s office, feeling like a fly...
Big Mama? She typed back. Irma raised a brow.
A second later, there was a thumbs-up emoji.
Before either of them could react, the couch was suddenly thrown aside. April whimpered again. They had forgotten to check the hallway.
The two of them craned their necks in unison to meet the eyes of the massive dog.
“Good boy?” April tried.
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