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Prompt: Oc Wander [here]

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Lies of P

Murphy's Wish [Here]

A Hawk in a room with its prey [here] (featuring my oc Birdie)

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Journey to the West

Another Sun Au: [information]

Tang Monk and Young Sun(ch.1) [here]

The Four Mighty Commanders(ch.2) [here]

Tang Monk meets Dragon Prince, Dragon Prince Nearly Meets King Yama!(ch.3) [here]

Monkey May[Prompt List] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Cannonball! [Here]

AITA Zhu Bajie [here]

Wander and Monkey au:

Dragon Boat Festival [here]

Harvest Moon [Here]

New year, New You [here]

By the book au(not my au, lmk): [source]

The Puppet(DARK FIC, DEAD DOVE) [here]

Name [here]

Happy to know you [here]

Prompts/Requests (inbox or through Discord):

Sanzang and the Women’s kingdom [here]

Bad Cook [here]

Dutifully on the day of Dongzhi Festival.

One of the biggest festivals, some may argue bigger than the new years of the year itself, either way it was an important day. A day to honor the heavens, something that the monkeys don’t care for, and to honor the ancestors, something that they do. A day that the great handsome king himself brought back from his time, along with the gift of longevity and immortality; death now scarce, but not never forgotten.

Inside the water curtain cave, the monkeys all gather under one roof with courses of: food, drinks, music, and games as they all mingle together after a day tending to the old loved one's graves. The air was lively with laughter and chatter, but without a single note or voice to sing to complete the festival feel.

The lone musician practiced on the side, plucking the strings, as the night banquet began. Watching from his spot at the table while his fellow companions were merry and mingled with families and potential lovers. Sun Gēqǔ laughed when General Ma, flustered, quickly shooed away one of his bachelor friends. His friend should’ve known the rank between them is vast, but that didn’t stop his friend nor the amusing outcome when general Ma wave him off at her table. Most likely her family unit, hooting and hollering over the young monkey. “Hehehe, guess his plan of wooing didn’t work.” a snicker and a hand clamp onto Sun Gēqǔ’s shoulder. “Don’t be so jumpy when it’s just grandpa Sun!” Sun Wukong laughs and strongly pats the young bard.

“Yéye!” The young man whines and swat the king’s hand away.

“Yes, that’s me.” Wukong replies merrily with his hands behind his back with nonchalant posture, though his eyes Sun Gēqǔ curiously. A tilt of his head to the side and a looks at the handcrafted instrument in Gēqǔ’s hand. “Finally going to play for little old me tonight? I’m honored, and everyone else here will be honored too.”

“Please don’t assume Yéye, I’m certain my voice wouldn’t carry over everyone else.” Sun Gēqǔ murmur, his hands go back to the strings, a pluck here and there.

“Nonsense! It looks like the others aren’t starting soon anyway, so why don’t you start. You got lungs on you, so I’m certain your voice will carry over.” With one last pat on the shoulder, Sun Wukong leaves Sun Gēqǔ to his own devices. Only a couple of paces until he looks over his shoulder at the young man, eyes locking for just a moment before Wukong nods at him and walk further into the party. It didn’t take long soon after to hear the strings pluck and a melodious voice sing out. Sometimes it takes a bit of pushing, other times just a gentle nudge in the right direction. Either way Sun Gēqǔ plays and sings out:

‘During the first and second nine days, it’s too cold to put your hands in the air;

Wukong didn’t get far when an outstretched arm blocks his path. His eyes wander to the owner, a flush face gibbon in a heated debate with an equally flush face macaque.

“I’m telling you that rice wine is better than osmanthus wine!” The flush face gibbon said, leaning both his elbows on the table with a small thud and his cup spills.

“And I’m telling you, ya long arm drunk, that osmanthus wine is far superior to rice wine!” said the flush face macaque, his body sway with one hand on the table. “Now stop moving so much, you’re making me dizzy.”

“I wasn’t moving! And stop hitting the table. You’re making me spill my drink!”

Sun Wukong cock at eyebrow at the two bickering drunkards and decides it isn’t worth intervening when he has the rest of the night to enjoy. He certainly learned his lesson when his sworn brothers drink and the most petty topics they’ll argue about until dawn. He got roped in one too many times and today of all days, he’ll want none of that. So as quickly and quietly he makes a getaway. Still hearing Sun Gēqǔ’s singing voice over the bustling party, a sense of pride swells in his chest over the upstart musician. 

During the third and fourth nine days, you can walk on ice;

Wukong's next destination was to join the children dancing together, but seeing two old wives speaking in hush tones and points at general Ma’s table caught his curiosity. He backtracks in the roundabout way to avoid them spotting him. Whatever those two are talking about, then he wants in.

“Oh, the gall of that young man, flirting with general Ma.”

“I heard from my nephew that the man wasn’t there for that reason.”

“Really? Then why was he there?” Yes, who? Sun Wukong would very much like to know as well. He leans in with a cup of wine he snags off the table to his lips; his eyes on elsewhere with a relax posture, but his bodying leaning towards the two.

“Apparently he got it in his head that general Ma knows how to play an erhu and was hoping he could borrow it to play in front of everyone tonight.” Well, that’s certainly true, but Ma rarely plays now that Wukong appointed her as a general for his growing army. Though she was always shy about her talent and only play for him and the other generals late at nights. Perhaps he can nudge her to play today with everyone here, although after she had a few cups of rice wine. 

“Yéye? Is that you spying on us?” And that’s his cue to scuttle along before the two reel him in for a night of gossip and pick him apart with their nosey questions. “Yéye! You nosy, curious monkey! We know it’s you, come back!” He most certainly didn’t come back and dips into the group.

During the fifth and sixth nine days, willows on the banks start to sprout;

The group sway like ocean waves, dancing to the musician’s song and others joining as well with voices or instruments. All in step to the beat as the group, young and old alike, dance in merriment. Wukong among them as he dances with them, not as their king, but as a monkey like them. Washing away the responsibilities off his shoulders he didn’t know were weighing him down.  

During the seventh nine days ice will dissolve

Though he has no ancestors of his own, he helped attend each of the graves of those before him and those who’s gone too soon. He, and many of the others, may not be related by blood, but he’ll always see the troop as his family and their ancestors are his ancestors. For that, he’ll give them his respects and honor them. 

The young generations snap the old monkey out of his thoughts, bending down for the youngsters to clammer over him with relentless inquisitive questions of his adventures outside of their island home. Despite his youthful body, the youngsters have a way of wearing him down, much like they do with their parents and their endless energy. Fortunately for the both, Sun Wukong could and would match their energy, playing with the young monkeys while their parents will have an opportunity to relax.

During the eighth nine days, wild geese fly back north;

During the last nine days, farmers’ oxen start to work in the fields.’

The sea, vast and what it hides beneath, did not hinder the boat. In fact, the waters, unlike the hearts and minds of the escaping two monks, were calm under the moonlight, its beams that escaped through the clouds. However, they couldn’t help but watch above waiting for the Great Sage Equal to Heaven to descend upon them.

 It’s been hours since the duo escaped from the island and away from the Great Sage’s clutches; thanks to Young Sun’s declaring to be the Tang Monk’s disciple; going great lengths to prove herself with a freshly shaven head and a distraction inside the stone palace before departure. Leaving behind chaos and confusion before anyone thought to check on the monk. Tang Monk had many questions of why and how, however, fear still his voice.

Neither of them dare speak, anxiety and fear that the Great Sage could be upon them at any moment. With fearsome eyes that see through all and excellent hearing that hasn’t aged a day since his birth. Or that one of the other great sages will stumble across them on their way home after an interrupted banquet or assisting the handsome monkey king.

Young Sun, with a pinched face, keeps her yellow eyes ahead even as her small arms burn and arch with each and every row. Her fingers stiff, almost like the dead, as she fears at any moment the sea may finally steal the oar from her. Tang Monk watches his new disciple with worry.

“Young Sun,” Tang monk said with caution and worry in his voice, finally breaking the silence. “Young Sun, switch with me and rest.” He rises, his legs wobble to stay in balance as he reaches towards her.

However, Young Sun places an open palm forward at her master and shakes her head. “Master, please, sit back down and allow your humble disciple to continue. I maybe mortal like you, but I’m not human.”

The Tang Monk studies her small stature and weak limbs, “Disciple,” he starts with arms crossed, only for the small boat to rock enough to place a hand on the rail before continuing: “You may not be human and you’re mortal like you said, but your mortal body need rest. You have done enough tonight for you humble master. Now please,” He extends a hand out to her, “Let me help too.” He watches as she mulls over his words, seeing her cheeks puff out and her brows furrow before she looks to the side (he couldn’t help but smile when she wasn’t looking). 

“I cannot argue when you put it that way, Master.” Young Sun said, the oar nearly within his reach. “I-”

“I guess if Master is going to steer,” the two almost jumped out of their skins and the boat dips, “Then I guess I have to put more effort into getting us to solid ground faster.” Their eyes darts to the owner of the voice to see a young man in expensive clothes, nonchalantly waving at them with half of his body still submerged. “Oh!” the young man said with a smile, a hand covering his sharp teeth. “Where are my manners? I’m-”

Whap! 

Thunk!

The strange man never got the chance to speak further as Young Sun, using what little strength left, hits the stranger at the top of his head, slamming him face first into the boat. 

She would’ve hit him again if it wasn’t for her master rushing forth, the boat rocks, to grab the young man’s arms before he sank back into the waters. His heart races as lunges to the stranger, ignoring the cold that seeps through his sleeves and into his body as his hands find purchase before the young man sinks further into the depths.

“Young Sun!” She flinches at the shout, “Don’t just stand there like you did a good deed, help me bring him into the boat!” She blinks, once, twice, thrice, before setting the oar down and carefully make her way to her frantic master. 

The two, one rather small, and the other rather tall, work together to bring the unconscious stranger into the boat. 

And pulled.

And pulled again.

This young man, at first assumed human, but now monstrous, with his bottom half long with no sight of his legs yet. His jade scales and mane glisten against the moonlight, body slowly rises and falls.

The duo, hands still clutching what they think is a quarter of the man’s body, mouths agape and Young Sun ready to throw this stranger overboard. Until the man suddenly gasps for air and causing the two to nearly jump out of their skins a second time.

Tang Monk had to grab and lift Young Sun up with her little legs kicking air to stop her from grabbing the oar. “I’m not going to let you sin!” he whispers harshly into her big ears.

“He’s a dragon!” she whispers back, just as harshly and desperately squirming to get out of his arms, “Once he’s awake, he’s either going to kill us, eat us, or bring us back to the island in exchange for the Great Sage’s favor.” She nearly growled at him when he lifted her legs up and away from his body; stopping her grabby feet from gaining purchase. “Stubborn master, let me down!” she shouted.

“Stubborn student, I will not!” he shouted back.

“Can you two please not be so loud and argue? My head is killing me.” The young man begs, one hand clutching his head and the other patting his body until his lower half is human and inside the boat. “Please, you two.” He asks and pulls himself up to sit up, right next to the oar. He sighs an air of relief when the two halt in their struggle.

“Thank you.” He said, unaware of the scathing glare from Young Sun, “I’m sorry for scaring you both, but like the ugly boy said earlier; I couldn’t draw the Great Sage’s attention if I spoke and revealed myself to you two until it was safe. Well, as safe as we can get.” He watches as the Tang Monk relaxes, until he tenses up again when his disciple tries to wiggle free yet again, but he continues speaking: “Please, allow me to introduce myself again; I am Bai Longma, third son of the Dragon King of the West and I am here to help you, Master.”

Tang Monk watches as Bai Longma bows his head to him in respect.

“This is a trap. He’s lying, Master.” Young Sun said. Her eyes darts to the oar and the Dragon Prince. “No royalty, let alone a dragon prince, would choose so freely to follow a monk.”

“Young Sun, don’t be so quick to judge and you’ll have no standing yourself if what you speak is true.” Tank monk retorts.

“He speaks the truth, Master.” Bai Longma confesses, “I came on the behalf of Bodshivtta’s orders after I was saved from execution by Heaven’s will.” Young Sun looks smugly at Tang Monk before continuing. “My terrible crime was I destroyed a pearl by accident with my fire, and my father ordered for myself to be punished. Bodhisattva Guanyin saved me and I want to do better; I was told by them in three years’ time that I’ll be aiding a monk on his journey. I had dreams or visions of your capture and knew I had to come rescue you or die trying.”

“He speaks genuine, Disciple, behave yourself.” Tang Monk said. Sitting himself down across from Bai Longma and Young Sun by his side. “Bai Longma, thank you for speaking the truth and secretly helping us when we were unaware. Can this humble monk ask you to help us further?”

Bai Longma bows his head to the Tang Monk, “Certainly Master, it will be an honor. Now,” the third dragon prince looks to Young Sun with his hand outstretch. “Ugly Boy, the oar.” 

Lips curl with small fangs shine, the moon’s beams shine against Young Sun’s red bald head and face. The nerve! The insult! The young monkey girl shake with rage with no common thought in there; in one swift movement, she reaches for the oar at her side and gave the Dragon Prince another whack to his head. Certainly the Dragon Prince will meet King Yama!

The four mighty commanders, their furs white and gray, weathered by time and war, all stood side by side. Time was not kind to them, yet for the sake of their king and the dwindling people, they’ll stand firm. Even in the private bedroom tuck away deep inside the stone palace, it’s unnerved them that the once normally neat and orderly room is now in disarray. Rinrin’s cries, even with the thick wooden doors, still ring out as the four inspect the room.

“This does not bode well.” General Ba said, his long arm, longer than a macaque’s, gently pick up the golden tuff of fur. The first, as always, to notice the smaller details.

“How did anyone know about her? The king and all of us kept tight lips, it doesn’t make sense.” Marshall Liu asks, her bony fingers wrap around Ba’s arm, his arm lower just enough for the others to inspect the fur. Always protective of the young one, like a mother and grandmother who lost so much. Certainly the one who’ll bring swift justice to the perpetrators.

“It’s certainly hard to keep her a secret, especially with the unexpected pregnancy, but to answer your question, Sun Liu; I think it happened only because of the feast and the king’s chatter with the other sages.” Ma answers, her hands on Sun Liu’s shoulders, pulling her away from Sun Ba. Always so formal with a facade of calm, even among old friends and lovers in shared tragedies.

“Marshal Ma’s correct, but remember,” General Beng easily pluck the fur out of Ba’s hand like plucking a flower on the side of the road, “...The heavenly officials are still unaware of her existences and if they are, then they’ll pay no heed to her.” He inspects its above his head, his arms, the longest of any gibbon alive in the world. The fur shine gently against the candles’ soft between the weathered fingers of the General and one who traveled faraway lands. “They’ll think nothing of her like they have with the rest of our lot, only in relation to our handsome king by name.”

Both Ba and Ma exchange looks, one grooming Liu expose fur between her armor and the other biting his cheek before speaking, “Actually Sun Beng….er..do you remember one plan to reforge alliances with the other great sages?”

General Beng’s eyes snap to the others before him. All couldn’t meet his steely gaze. “I thought the king agreed with us that, that is an unwise decision.” His arm drops to his side, knuckles brushes against the tile floor. “Surely he has-”

“The Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven arrived two days earlier before the feast,” Ma interjects, an insult to cut off Old Wise Beng. This was common knowledge certainly, but Ma wasn’t finish. “Since his arrival, the king and him spent considerable time together.”

“And the king told him about her and…” Sun Beng sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his head down. It surely isn’t enough evidences that this great sage is the one who took her, and by the state of her room, she didn’t come quietly; the specs of blood is concerning, but Sun Beng makes sure to stand in front of that unless driving Sun Liu into a frenzy. Can’t have her swords swinging demanding heads and blood over the youngest addition, yet. “What of the other sages?”

“They’ve seen her, but none of them had the chance to talk to her before Rinrin guided her back into the inner chambers. Let alone a chance to talk to the king in private without one of us present.” Sun Ba answers, finally meeting Sun Beng’s gaze. “However, I can’t say the same for the Great Sage Who Pacifies Heaven. He had plenty of opportunities to discuss among the other sages.”

“It will be difficult asking any of them questions after our king’s justly outburst; seen none of them leave the island so fast in my life, almost as fast as they fled in the war.” Beng said in somber amusement.

“Yes, that was definitely a sight to see them topple over each other like drunks. Well, except for Hong Hai’er, he certainly kept calm among the older men.” Marshal Ma comments.

“We don’t even know if she’s still alive.” Liu’s voice crack, like a damn ready to break and all eyes on her. “I know the king is there looking for her, but..but..” The one thing floating in everyone's mind if the king can't bring her back.

“We don’t even know if she’s there and if she was, we don’t know where her body is.” General Beng calmly said, his long arms behind his armor back as he strolls towards the door. “Regardless, we can’t be idle like we have done in the past. Our king cannot be the only one burdened in finding her.” His old scarred hand reaches out to the handle, four digits curl around it. “We’ll need to do our part, now for our plan…”

‘You were never needed.’ A terrible thought slither into Haoxin's mind and a sharp pain at their heart. ‘You were just a placeholder until someone better came along. Oh Puppet how silly of you to think someone will give a single care or thought about.’ The terrible thought sounded just like Macaque back when Haoxin was still under his thumb and in the manor, back as nothing more than Puppet. ‘Honestly, you actually thought you were loved and noticed? Always the character you are,’ The chuckle sounds just like Macaque too, ‘...but be honest, you're only still around because everyone still need something from you. And. You. Know. It.’

Haoxin leans against the hallway all before slumping down with their head between their knees. This isn't him talking, he was locked away, far far away and shouldn't be able to communicate to the-’Puppet.’ Oh no, oh Buddha, why, why does fate keeps doing this to them? Why must they suffer-’You were never meant to be-’

A claw hand on their shin grabs their attention, barely lifting their head up, their brown eyes lands on Cloudstone a once mythical snake with arms, looking up at them with a blank expression. “Mortal.” Cloudstone said with his usually gruffness, but no quip or insult afterwards, only staring up at Haoxin with one claw on their leg.

The two stayed in the hallway together for sometime before Haoxin wordlessly gets up and carries Cloudstone into the other room with them. Neither speaking as Haoxin lay in bed, the house so usually quiet saved for the two's breathing. Cloudstone huffs and wiggles out of Haoxin's arms, the terrible thoughts quickly returned and left as the overstuffed tube made himself comfortable curled up against their neck.

Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equaling to Heaven, Great Sage, Old Sun:

Going by the canon height that Wukong is barely 4ft tall and canon appearance.

Now, with Wukong escaping...it sorta humbled him, sorta, just enough not to make more 'mischief' with the Heavenly Court and Jade Emperor. At least not outright or blatant, he has others to do his bidding while focusing on FFM and the remaining monkey survivors.

After escaping(and a hurt pride) from Buddha, he return back to his mountain to see it in ruins. His people, his family, scattered to the winds across the globes and many to never to be found again. Those that did remain(less than 1k) did not welcome him back with open arms. The lands itself had the dead of those who fault in the battle against Heaven and from the fires became hungry ghosts who roam every night with no rest or peace. If Wukong even wanted to go against Heaven again, he couldn't with the state of his home and his people. (If he wanted help from his sworn brothers, the other sages, then those ties he has to mend as well). 500 years is a long time, but he got his work cut out for him.

(I have more to stay, but for now is enough and possibly I'll write stories of Wukong's woes and regrets)

Sanzang, Tang Monk, Tripitaka(etc):

So Sanzang will stay mostly the same(ex. 6ft tall) with some changes.

Sun Yángguāng, Young Sun:

Start of the Journey height, 1.5ft tall(small baby), golden fur and golden eyes. Adolescent.