Sun Wukong liked fruit.

It was a hardly overstated fact. Sometimes, Pigsy thought the fact was understated, granted Wukong's love of peaches and his preference for cold fruit noodles at his store.

Right now was one of those times…

If he wasn't distracted.

"So, anyway, Master decides it's a good idea to climb the cliff…" Wukong was talking, rambling more like it, to Tang. He had come in at his husband's begging insistence to share some stories. However, Tang hadn't written a word.

Like Pigsy, he was focused on Wukong's fingers.

He had never thought the idea of peeling fruit to be sexy…

But, Wukong did strange things to him.

He had brought a small basket of lychee fruit to the interview and was peeling them. He did it carefully, making sure his claws didn't pierce the white flesh, his thumb delicately rubbing the edge to coax it open.

He set each fruit down carefully, his fingers gleaming with fruit juice, his soft fur matting slightly with sticky sweetness.

It was fascinating to watch.

"And- Pigsy? You okay? You're staring at the fruit. Do you not like lychee?"

Pigsy snapped back to reality, to Wukong's confused gaze and Tang's panicked gaze. There was a silent moment of communication.

"…uh, no. I like lychee." He picked up one of the peeled fruits and took a bite. Maybe it was too big- he could feel the juice roll down his chin.

Tang's face went red as Wukong's eyes went wide.

"That… okay… good to know."

Was that a tremble he heard in his voice?

"Hmph. With all the pining you do over the fool, I figured you would be distracted with the flirting." DBK, still wearing Pigsy's form, settled on the bar stool. "What gave me away?"

"The flirting, ironically enough," Wukong turned back to what he was doing, which was making cake. Tang had discovered one of his old cookbooks when going through his horde and Pigsy had insisted on trying some of the desserts. Apparently, the noodle shop's menu needed an update. Pigsy had run out to the market a while back leaving Wukong in the kitchen, which is probably why DBK thought to do this now. "Pigsy is a happily married man. And if you're here just for cake, you can just ask."

"He's fond of you, and his husband is very fond of you." DBK pouted. "And he's a better option than any option you've considered before."

"Oh, wow. We've started talking again for barely two months, and you already think you have a say in my love life." Despite his irritation, Wukong pulled out one of the peach cakes and passed it over. He tried to resist a snort at the hunger in DBK's eyes. "Are you and Nezha just plotting over that?"

"What has Nezha said?"

"He set Macaque on fire yesterday. He claims he didn't, but considering the fire was hot pink, I don't believe him."

DBK snickered in a way that suggested he was planning on coming by Nezha's place with snacks. "Good boy. But," He stood up straight, staring Wukong down. "I don't blame you for having a crush. He's a good man." Wukong held up a hand, ready to protest, but DBK was already grabbing it and squeezing it tight. Wukong felt his voice die at the feeling of holding Pigsy's hand, even if it wasn't actually Pigsy. "Much better than you deserve-"

"Uh..." Both heads turned. Pigsy, arms loaded with groceries, stared at Wukong holding hands with someone who was most definitely not Pigsy. "What are you doing?"

Red Son: *helping Qi Xiaotian on the couch*

Pigsy: *pushing Sun Wukong and Tang from the dining table*

About nineteen years ago, I made the mistake of marrying my girlfriend. I ignored any red flags and warning bells that she was a controlling nut, some of them coming from her at the time twelve year old daughter who had a three year old brother. Ex apparently had no idea where either of their Bio Fathers were at the time so I adopted both of them as my children.

About six years later (I’m surprised we lasted this long), Ex and Daughter had a massive fight about Daughter moving out to college. Daughter left but she still kept in contact with me (until a fight between us led to me cutting off contact but that’s a different story). I tried to calm Ex down but it led to her throwing signed divorce papers in my face, announcing that she was moving to her affair partner’s place, and left with me having custody of 9-year-old Son.

And we’ve moved on. I signed the papers and got custody of Son. Son’s Bio Father (monkey demon and SBF for short) showed up at our door awkwardly a day later, explaining that Ex and him had an agreement where he gave her child support and she would eventually give him custody. (Knowing her, I wouldn’t be surprised if she used all that child support on herself.) He wanted to take Son, but I refused, seeing how I raised him.

So we ended up having an agreement. SBF bought us a better apartment that and continued to provide child support for Son that helped supplement my income from my food truck to eventually my restaurant. He “worked from home” so he took care of Son while I was working.

Eventually one thing led to another and we ended up dating. Then when Son was 11, Daughter’s Bio Father (DBF, human) came looking for her. According to him, Ex divorced him when he discovered her cheating and took Daughter. We got them back in touch and we ended up asking him out.

So life has been good. All three of us got married (for tax purposes) and Son is a happy and bright 22-year-old who just got engaged to who I will be calling Brat (because he is one, even if he gets all gooey over Son) and his best friend BFF.

And then, yesterday, Ex came into my restaurant.

She looked like a mess. Out of pity I let her in and asked what she was doing here. She explained that ever since she left me her life had been a mess and she had no idea what to do until she heard Son was getting married. She wanted to see him and hopefully rebuild things with me.

And then I told her I was married to the bio fathers of her children.

You should’ve seen the moment her mask fell off. What followed was a loud screaming about how dare I sign the (signed) divorce papers, she meant it as a scare tactic, on and on until SBF and DBF walked in. The moment she saw them both, she went pale and sprinted out.

Bonus if Wukong joins in on playtime with his son

“BWAHAHAHA! YOU ARE TOO LATE, SUN WUKONG!”

That was the weirdest thing Tang had come into when he came home from work. Even so, as he stared at the scene in the living room, he couldn’t help his grin.

Xiaotian had an octopus plush strapped to their head, cackling in the center of the living room. In the corner, Pigsy wore a blue cap and a fake annoyed look as he held Xiaotian’s Tripitaka and Sha Wujing’s figurines. In the other corner, Wukong was dressed in his old journey garb and a grin.

“NOW HAND OVER THE PEACH OF IMMORTALITY SO THAT I MAY CONQUER THE WORLD WITH MY IMMORTAL MUTANTS!”

Wukong faked roared, revealing that he held a small cardboard tube. “Never!”

Tang let out a snort of laughter. Xiaotian blinked and grinned when they saw him. “Baba!”

“Don’t mind me, don’t mind me!” Tang set down his folders. “Hang on, let me just…” He settled next to Pigsy and pulled out his phone. “Go ahead!”

(Bonus if Tang is the first to go to the little boy soon Pigsy then Wukong follows)

"And here's the main yard!" the guide said brightly.

The yard was full of children.

"Wow," Wukong said, looking around. He was in his human form- a handsome blonde man, his tail hidden under the yellow jacket wrapped around his wrist. "There's a...lot." His voice was filled with grief for the poor children.

Tang knew he wanted them all.

"Remember," Pigsy said. He had the same longing look Wukong had. "Just one."

"I'm not going to do anything!"

A little girl stopped and waved. Tang couldn't help but wave back. "That's Yue!" the guide, a peppy young woman said. Yue ran off before Tang could say anything but he heard Wukong make a chirp. Before the guide could glance back in confusion, Pigsy had clamped a hand over his mouth.

The tour continued on and on, finally leading into a big solar. A few children were tending to the flowers while two played chess. “I hope you’ll be able to find the right fit,” the tour guide said, clearly allowing them to interact.

Tang certainly hoped so.

-_-

Tang sat down with a sigh.

Wukong was talking to the little girls who had been tending to the flowers. Some of the smaller children were crawling over Pigsy. The sight warmed his heart. It was hard to pick one of these kids-

He nearly startled when he glanced over.

A small child, looking to be about five, sat on the other side of the table. A big red bow kept dark hair out of their face. Crayons were scattered across the side, excluding the yellow one they held and drew across the paper. In the crook of an elbow was a monkey plush.

And, now that Tang looked, a familiar monkey grinned up at him.

It was clearly a child's drawing. But it was done with careful precision as if they had been drawing Wukong for a while. “That’s a lovely picture,” Tang said. The child looked up, revealing big brown eyes that reminded him of all the baby monkeys on Flower Fruit Mountain. “Do you like Sun Wukong?” he asked.

The child beamed. “I do!” they said brightly, holding up their plush monkey. “He’s so cool and powerful!” 

Tang couldn’t help a beam. “Well, I am a scholar of Sun Wukong.” The child cocked their head curiously. “That means I know all of his stories.” That got a happy gasp.

“Really?!”

“Yes!” Wukong was looking up, head cocked curiously. When Tang returned his gaze to the child, he was nudging Pigsy “Once, on his journey to bring back the tripitaka...”

-_-

"Excuse me?" The tour guide turned at his question. "May I ask about that child?" Tang nodded to the child, still drawing but now talking to Wukong, leaning against Pigsy. All three of them looked content.

"That's Qi Xiaotian!" she said brightly. Her smile was softer, more genuine. "They're a very happy child if a little lonely, I think." Tang nodded. That answered his first question. Now for the second question.

"They said something about their parents coming back for them?"

The smile dropped. "I cannot share all the details." Her voice was icy cold. "But I hope they never do, not with how that poor child was found."

The meaning was clear.

"So," Tang started. He didn't care. He knew who was his new baby, even if he hadn't talked it over with Pigsy and Wukong. "What's the next step?"

The smile returned.

“Huh, I think I’m gaining weight.”

Wukong isn’t sure why he feels the need to say it out loud. He is alone in the bathroom after all as he examines his figure.

It isn’t an alarming discovery. The moment he summoned peach chips out of his hair in front of everyone, Pigsy had said “Is that all you’re going to eat?” His tone had been judgemental, so much Wukong wanted to apologize. He hadn’t been able to before Pigsy grabbed his wrist, sending shockwaves down his nerves, and told him “C’mon, you’re getting real food.”

Pigsy has been nicer since that first rude comment. Wukong isn’t sure how he found out he wasn’t fond of cooked food, but he’s willing to bet Tang. And now he can see the change.

For a moment, he wants to cry.

For a moment, he sees himself, back when Flower Fruit Mountain was in glory, when food had been plentiful and Wukong could eat as much as he pleased. Before the mountain, before the weight and the copper down his throat starved him skeletal. Before he had to focus more on protecting everyone else and…just never really ate again.

A knock on the bathroom door nearly startles him. “Hey,” Tang says on the other side. His voice is warm, a comfort to the tears that he feels building up. “Pigsy says breakfast is ready.”

Wukong wipes away the tears.

Summary: Wukong is trapped in the calabash. (MKsDads- Dark.)