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Sakko, of course, was not a doggie, but he felt no need to correct Burro for two reasons. Reason one: That was impossibly rude! Reason two: He wasn't quite sure what he was either. He'd have to ask Yakko once he was out of this two-person hell. Yakko was smart like that, of course he'd know what they were. Sakko had no evidence that Yakko was smart like that, but it was so deeply set into the core of his being that he didn't need evidence.

He hoped he'd get evidence some day. He hoped he'd get made to look stupid by his little brother and get upset about it.

"Li'l doggie!!" Burro called again, peeking his head up to look for Sakko, "Did y'all get stuck again? Ah'll come git ya, don't y'all worry!"

Sakko went to tell Burro that he wasn't stuck, but- Oh, look at that, he was. His legs were tangled around some sort of stick? He sighed, "I'm sorry…"

Burro leapt over the mound and went to check out what new thing Sakko had gotten wrapped around, "Sorry fer whut, li'l doggie?"

"I'm a burden…" Sakko flopped his head down between his arms, "You must get so tired of lugging me around."

Burro snorted, "Oh, that ain't naw burden tuh me. Ah like havin' y'all around. It's mighty lonely in here all alone!"

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?" Sakko looked up into Burro's kind eyes, trying to find some semblance of a lie. Burro just smiled wide and began to untangle his legs from the stick.

He stopped suddenly, his eyes going wide, "Well ah'll be. Thets uh walkin' stick."

Sakko turned and pulled himself higher up on the mount, peering at whatever Burro had found, "A what'ing stick?"

Thank you for the ask from all the way over at Ao3!!! I ask that you do not use the terms “dom” or “sub” in my inbox, because of their sexual meanings. I have had to, sadly, ban NSFW content from my writing requests due to people going on anon and trying to get me to write NSFW content thinking I didn’t know what it was :(!! I enjoy NSFW content a lot, but I don’t like being tricked.

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The Monkey King had been growing bored with his life, in all honesty. He loved his subjects but doing the same thing every single morning was growing tiresome, especially after his wonderful trek through China. He sighed as he plucked ripe fruits off of the peach trees, the orchard along the southern half of the mountain had the best fruits, blankly staring at the basket as the fruits in it piled higher. He longed for the bittersweet taste of Baijiu.

He supposes it’d be less boring if the mountain experienced seasons instead of one single endless summer, or more accurately, the space in between spring and summer. A nice season, to be sure, but monotonous indeed. He looked away from the basket, not even caring if the fruits got into it. There’d be enough food tomorrow anyway.

His tree was suddenly rocked by a rumble deep in the mountain. He blinked into awareness as the mountain rumbled again, vibrating him so hard he had to grab onto the branch so he wouldn’t fall. A wicked smile found its way to his face as the mountain thump thump thumped. His eyes lit up as the thumping finally separated him from the branch, his back hitting the soft grass and hard ground of the mountain floor.

He scrambled to his feet and followed the rumbles and thumps, running through the orchard over fallen trees and tangled vines into the deeper forest, his heart leaping at the thought of something new, something exciting! He was practically thrown into the air with the next thump thump bang! of the mountain and he had to grab onto a thick old kapok tree in an attempt to not hit his head on the rainforest floor. He hollered out a laugh and scaled the tree, swinging from branch to branch until he broke out to the tops of the trees. He looked around for the source of the rumbles, one leg raised and his hand on his forehead to block out the sunlight.

A cave near the north side of the forest seemed to be sucking away all of the light, leaving that spot as dark as the midnight sky. Wukong’s excited smile grew savage at the thought of having to fight another beast, for it had surely been too long! He pulled out the Riyu Jingu Bang and twirled it, pointing it to the cave.

“I’d like it if this rod could take me to the northern end of the peach forest!” He yelled out, watching in wonder as the rod glowed and then followed his command, stretching out so far that it hit the dirt in front of the dark cave. He hopped onto the rod and tapped it, causing it to shrink back, taking him with it. He whooped, feeling the wind whipped through his fur as he traveled at the speed of a heavenly horse.

The staff slowed down and straightened out, leaving him standing upon it. He crouched down and leaned forward, attempting to peer into the inky depths of the cave. He couldn’t see a thing, it was black as a dragon fruit seed, but that only excited him. He hopped off of the staff and grabbed it, wielding his weapon and happily marching into the cave.

The mountain groaned as soon as he took a step inside as if trying to reject his presence. He rolled his eyes at the cave walls like they could see and headed deeper inside. There was a glowing purple light at the end of the entrance, a beautiful shade of lilac that danced along the walls of the cave, that drew the Monkey King in. He stopped just before a twist in the cave entrance as a sound reached his powerful ears.

There was a soft sobbing coming from the source of the glowing.

Wukong’s smile dropped and his posture loosened. This wasn’t a fight, but something far more important. He put away the Riyu Jingu, taking soft steps forward until he was in the main chamber of the cave.

It was a small area, full of baby crystals and little stalactites, but in the center of it was a monkey, curled in a ball. Wukong approached the curious sight cautiously, examining the glowing light coming off of him in waves. He seemed to have emerged from a small pocket in the chamber wall if the hole behind him was anything to go by. Wukong kept his footsteps light until he dropped into a crouch in front of the other monkey.

“Well, Hi there.” He said. The monkey jumped back and covered the sides of his head. Wukong blinked and leaned to the side so he could see the monkey’s… six ears? His eyes widened as he studied the little ears. Each one was slightly smaller than the last and they were shaped almost like feathers. “Now that’s something. Where’d you get all those ears?”

The monkey shivered, looking to the side. First 15 minutes into the world and he was being ridiculed by the first monkey he’s ever met. Figures. Does that figure? He shook his head and looked away from Wukong.

“Hey, hey! I didn’t mean anything by it.” Wukong sat down in a criss-cross, “I just think it’s cool, is all. How’d you get down here?”

“Stop talking.” The monkey said softly, his voice straining in its newness.

“Oh, he talks!” Wukong smiled, clearly not going to stop. “I’m Sun. Sun Wukong. Who are you?”

The monkey bit his lip and looked up at Wukong finally. Their eyes met and the world just about stopped. Wukong felt whole like his other half had just clicked into place when he met eyes with the eyes of the other monkey. Orange met purple like the sunset.

“I don’t have a name.” The monkey said softly, looking away again. The spark had been too much, the immediate understanding scaring him back into his shell. Wukong stared at him in shock before a dopey smile found its way to his lips.

“That’s fine, I didn’t either! We can give you one when we get to the Water-Curtain Cave!”

“W...Water-Curtain Cave?” The monkey looked back up.

Wukong stood up and pulled the other monkey up with him, “E-yup! I live there!”

The monkey eeped as Wukong forced him onto his legs for the first time, wobbling back and forth before falling against Wukong. Wukong caught him and smiled, “Woah there! Your legs are still wobbly, aren’t they? Don’t worry, your king has got you!”

“King…?” The monkey blinked. Wukong chuckled and scooped him up into a bridal carry. The monkey shifted so that he was comfortable and looked up at Wukong. “You’re a king?”

“The one and only Handsome Monkey King!” Wukong crowed. His smile was almost blinding and the other monkey had to close his eyes. “You just happened to pop out of my mountain!”

Wukong hummed, hiking up the other monkey. Wukong felt so… whole as he walked the other monkey out of the cave, his heart full. It felt like coming home, like he’d only just now returned to the mountain from his 10-year journey, and he couldn’t get enough of the wonderful feeling. The other monkey nuzzled into Wukong’s arms. He couldn’t understand much of this feeling, but it was light and fluffy and he wanted to feel it forever. His eyes fluttered closed.

“Hey there!” Wukong jostled him a bit, “Tell me before you go to bed. This Old Monkey doesn’t want to wake you up.”

“Alright…” The monkey said softly, “I’m just- so tired.”

Thank you! This was very difficult for me, but I'd been getting odd requests since day one and I'd had enough of it. It kinda felt like I was being tricked or something at some point UHWIUEFHIEWU

"Do this cute thing" Ok I can do that "but then-" Oh great.

That's how it felt aiuwefhiu. I've updated my pinned post to reflect the fact that I do not want weird requests or tone shifty ones. The main problem is the way people word it. They go on anon and act like I cannot tell that this is a kink thing. People have been treating me like some kind of undercover kink writer since I was 12 and I'm so tired of it.

I couldn't write as much as I wanted for this one,,, ___ Princess Iron Fan had screamed when their son was born, the sound ringing around Bajia Cave in the most horrible way the Bull King could imagine; He has a memory of crying into his soft fur and refusing to hold the child when the woman from the village offered him to her. The Bull King had frowned at his wife, understanding how much pain she was in but not understanding why she didn’t want to hold their new baby, but… perhaps that was not his business. He held out his large, clawed hands for the village woman to place the little bundle of blankets in. It was odd to think that his little mass of fabric held a child- his child. He’d brought his hand close to his face so he could see the bundle better. He’d gently pinched a bit of the fabric and pulled it back to reveal a small little face. He’d had a couple of little tufts of hair, already boyish in their nature, and tiny little horn buds barely the size of the tip of the Bull King’s claw. His wife had refused to so much as look at the little gift, her chest heaving, and her eyes closing. The Bull King knew how much that must’ve hurt her, the pain in her body too immense to be able to enjoy this moment of her son coming to this world.

____ The Bull King was still caring for this little gift many days later, only putting down the bundle to hand to his wife so she could breastfeed. During those moments she would take a peek or two of their little gift and then smile. Her eyes always shut after and her lungs heaved, but she’d still shown her love for their little gift. It dawned on the Bull King, as he rewrapped the little gift in his soft blanket, that their baby always gurgled happily when he held him. It filled his heart with an unspeakable amount of love as his gift gurgled and weakly grasped at a fistful of his coarse hairs. He curled up next to his wife in their bed, humming a bit as she got comfortable in his long fur. She yawned sleepily and hugged him, giggling when she heard their little gift yawn back at her. What a perfect little family he had, so strong… so beautiful. ___

Word Count: 2323 ______ “You’re not supposed to be here!” MK whisper-yelled. Red Son was in his window, dressed in only his turtleneck and pants. His coat was gone, and it just… straight-up freaked out MK to see his actual shoulders. “Why are you even here?”

Red Son shushed him and looked outside warily. He jumped into the room and slid the window shut. He ducked down and peeked out the window, before looking to MK. What in the world was this crazy demon doing.

“I ran away.” Red Son whispered.

“You what?!” MK shouted. Red Son quickly shushed him again. “Okay sorry, but what?? Why did you run away?”

Red Son looked back over the windowsill and then rushed over to the bed. He jumped over it and peered over the covers just a bit. Nothing yet. He sighed and pulled himself up onto the bed.

“Mother was being overbearing.” He said, pushing MK over so that he could get a better spot to sit.

“Hey!” MK shoved him lightly. “Anyway- Why the hell is my room your first thought for when you run away from your mom?”

“Your room is such a dump, she’d never touch it!” Red Son stuck his tongue out at MK.

“Hey! I’ll have you know it’s a very nice place to live. I have all my stuff right where I need it!”

“You could achieve the same thing with a cabinet.”

“No, organizing things makes me lose it.” MK flopped back onto the bed and turned his eyes to the ceiling.

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Red Son rolled his eyes and copied MK.

He stared up at the ceiling and the peeling stickers barely hanging onto it. They looked old and had a faint glow to them, the kind that looks like it was once brilliant but had faded with age. He looked at them for a few more seconds before MK noticed what was going on.

“Oh! I guess you’ve never seen those before- Those are my Super Stars!” MK leaned down and pulled a few fallen ones out from under his bed. “Pigsy got them for me. He didn’t really have any experience with raising kids, much less with teenagers, so he ended up getting me a bunch of little kid stuff.”

He turned the stars over in his hands fondly, taking in their faint glow. “He thought I wouldn’t like ‘em, but I ended up putting them up and keeping them there. They help me sleep at night.”

“They seem dumb.” He said blankly, peering over MK’s shoulder at the yellowed stickers. MK turned around and flicked him right on the forehead dot. “Hey! Don’t touch that, it’s a symbol of m-”

“Your powers, your important family, your important lineage- Blah blah blah.” MK rolled his eyes and tossed a star at Red Son’s face. “I will listen to you talk about your ‘amazing family’ if you don’t insult my actually important Glow Stars.”

“I thought they were Super Stars.” Red Son rubbed his forehead.

“Same thing.” MK sighed. “Anyway! They’re really important to me, and better than the real stars anyway.”

Red Son snorted, “No they’re not! Have you ever even seen real stars, Noodle Boy?”

“Yeah! And they’re boring and you can barely see them!” MK huffed. “Go on, look outside if you wanna be such an asshole.”

“I will go look outside at the beautiful stars, thank you very mu-” Red Son stopped talking when he got to the window and saw only but two or three stars. The North Star, Betelgeuse, and another one- no that was a plane. “What the- Noodle Boy! Why didn’t anyone tell me the stars here were subpar?!”

“They’ve been like that my whole life.” MK chuffed, reaching down beside his bed to find a- Chocolate bar! Score!! “It’s kinda boring looking at the same ones all your life.”

Red Son looked up at the pitiful excuse for the night’s sky again. God, imagine growing up with those! He thought of the Flaming Mountains, the beautiful nights he’d spent with Mother and Father there… MK didn’t have a Mother and Father, and no night sky to sit under with them!

“How come you don’t know what the stars look like anyway?” MK bit into his chocolate bar, “You’ve been here for like, a while right? Long enough to know the city layout and find the staff.”

“I spend my nights creating machines to CRUSH YOU! I don’t have time for your city’s measly stars.”

“But you have time to run away from your mom and break into my house?”

“That is different!” He rolled his eyes and walked back to the bed. He plopped down next to MK and groaned. “This place SUCKS! Has anyone ever told you that? Told you how much this place sucks?”

“I think my room is nice!”

“No, not your room Noodle Boy! I mean the city. It’s stuffy and crowded and the air gives me headaches- and then I find out there aren’t even stars!” Red Son groaned, covering his face with his hands. “There is nothing good here!”

“I’m here.” MK tried, “That has to be something, right?”

“Though I enjoy fighting you, Noodle Boy, you don’t make up for your city’s many, many faults.” Red Son huffed, looking up at the Glow Stars. “Back at home Mother and I used to watch the stars every night. She would make sure it was nice and cool with her fan, because I overheat easily, and we’d just sit and watch the sky move…”

He counted the stars on the ceiling and sighed. He missed the flaming mountains, their beautiful jutting rocks that he used to climb to the top of, the wonderful villages with the tasty food they’d give to him for free, the statue to his dad they erected…

And now he was in this stupid, shitty city. You could barely find any dirt in this place, to begin with, and none of it was wonderful sandy red. None of it kicked up when you ran or stained your clothes so Mother would get mad at you and you could spend the day cleaning your clothes. Red Son liked hand cleaning clothes, getting his hands into whatever he was working on.

“I hate washing machines.” Red Son blurted after a minute or so of getting lost in the Glow Stars.

“Well, random, but… me too.”

“You hate everything that has to do with cleaning, clearly.” Red Son rolled his eyes. He sat up and pulled his hair out of his ponytail. He shook it out and it flowed down his shoulders and shifted color every second or so like a fresh flame. “Come on, I’m gonna show you some real stars.”

“Huh-? What do you me-” MK was cut off as they were surrounded in roaring flames. He screamed as he felt the bed underneath him leave and the world shift. He was weightless for a moment before fell on his ass into the dust of the Flaming Mountains. He yelped as he roughly hit the ground. “What the hell, man?!”

Red Son was standing and gently dusted his clothes off. He pointed to the sky snd looked up. “Stars.”

MK rolled his eyes and looked to the stars. They weren’t doing to be all the impressive, they were just balls of gas- Oh wow…. MK’s eyes go wide as he looks up at the night sky. There were so many colors.

The purple, blue, and spotted yellow of a nebula that split the sky, the red that washed itself over the horizon, the black that faded in and out between nebulae, and the light blues of thousands of stars. He could barely take it all in.

Red Son took a seat next to him, resting his head on his knees. He looked up to the stars, then back to MK’s amazed face. He chuckled as MK started to point to a few like a little kid.

“Oh! What’s that one?”

“Those are the Azure Dragon of the East. That one’s Jué. There’s Kàng, Dī, Fáng, Xīn, Wěi, and Jī.” Red Son pointed to the stars as he named them. “Over there’s the Black Tortoise of the North, the White Tiger of the West, and the Vermilion Bird of the South.”

“Woah…” MK was amazed, shocked by just how beautiful the stars were when you can see them. “They’re beautiful.”

Red Son looked at MK, his voice quiet. “Yeah. They sure are.”

“Do you have a favorite? I like the bright one right there!”

“That’s Běi­jí­xīng, The North Star.” Red Son hummed. “My favorite is Dǒu Xiù…”

“The Dipper is a good one, yeah! I’ve heard of all of these, but I’ve never seen them before.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, MK taking in the stars and Red Son staring at MK in the light of the moon. The wind picked up, keeping them cool in the hot air of the Flaming Mountains. Red Son scooted closer to MK, placing his hand right next to the other boy’s. He almost placed it on top MK’s when-

Fwoosh!

There stood his mother, arms crossed and face set. MK jumped and hid behind Red Son, peering over his shoulder at the angry princess.

“Red Son!” She leveled him with a glare. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“I- I-” Red Son looked around. “I am having a- a civil discussion with the Noodle Boy.”

“A civil discussion about stars? One that includes bedroom eyes?” She raised an eyebrow and MK sputtered.

“Yes?” Red Son tried.

Princess Iron Fan rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him up. “Come on! We’re going home. You almost scared me and your father half to death! You know how he gets when he doesn’t know where you are!”

“W-wait for me!” MK rushed to his feet and trailed after them as Princess Iron Fan dragged Red Son down the mountain.

“Running away and with the Noodle Boy no less?” She gave both of them a withering glare. “I’m disappointed in you!”

“Sorry, Mother…” Red Son rubbed his arm, looking down at the reddish sand under his feet. Princess Iron Fan sighed and stopped dragging him.

“It’s alright, just… let’s go home now. Your father is worried sick.”

“Really?”

“Yes of course! You disappeared in the middle of the night and we couldn’t find you until you stepped foot into my territory!” She hit him lightly on the head and started down the mountain again.

MK had to jog just to keep up with her walking pace. “Why are we heading down the mountain, Mrs. Princess Iron Fan Ma’am?”

“It’s too windy up there.” She hummed. “I could end up in the wrong spot.”

MK pulled his notebook out of nowhere and wrote that down. Red Son looked over to him and rolled his eyes.

“Mother, the Noodle Boy is collecting intelligence in order to defeat us in ba-”

“I’m still mad at you.” She cut him off.

She stopped suddenly and MK bumped into Red Son. He got a growl for his troubles and flicked Red Son again. Red Son’s hair sparked and he was just about to start yelling when his mother picked him up and wrapped them in wind.

MK landed face-first onto the fire escape, “Ow! Shit!”

“Language.” Princess Iron Fan said calmly, setting Red Son down.

“Mother! I can stand!” Red Son griped. “I’m not new to teleportation!”

“Well, I am!” MK forced himself up and leaned against the wall. “Give a guy a warning!”

“No.” She smiled.

MK groaned and slid into his room. He stretched out and then waved as Red Son and Princess Iron Fan were obscured by her winds.

“Hey, Noodle Boy!” Red Son called over the roar of the winds. “Now that you’ve seen the real thing, are your dumb ceiling stars still ‘better than the real stars’?”

“Yeah!” MK called back. “They’re still better!”

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The fight had been difficult. They always were, the Noodle Boy was getting craftier and craftier with his fighting moves, and was impossible to get a hold on. Damn kid was slippery.

Red Son pulled himself up off of the ground and cracked his back. He was supposed to say something about how he’d be back for more, how he’d kill the Noodle Boy and help his parents conquer the world! But right now he just wanted to go home.

He raised his hand to start some magic, but stopped when the Noodle Boy called out, “Hey wait! I got something for you!”

“I don’t want whatever terrible peasant thing you have for me!” Red Son looked behind him anyway.

MK was digging into all his pockets like a mad man or someone who’d lost his car keys at the grocery store. Red Son rolled his eyes as MK reached into his left jacket pocket and pulled out- a packet of ceiling stars?

He presented them to Red Son with a smile that shone like the sun. Red Son swiped them from him and examined them with a scrutinous eye. He looked to MK then back to the packet a few times.

“What kind of joke is this?” He snarled, his hair sparking.

“It’s not a joke!” MK shook his head and sighed. “I thought you’d like them! You missed home, and you can’t be sneaking out every night, so I thought they’d help!”

Red Son raised an eyebrow and looked down at the packet. He shifted on his feet a few times before blushing a bit.

“T-thank you…” He said quietly, before disappearing into his flames.

“Anytim- Oh, he’s gone.”

When Red Son remembered the packet he’d slid in his pocket, he looked at it for a moment before putting them up onto his ceiling. He arranged them into the constellations he saw at home and then flopped back onto his bed.