We Are Eachothers Safety

by wan03

Summary:

And then he saw it—there, by one of the crumbling pillars, he spotted a familiar orange shape.

 

A wave of dread washed over MK, chilling his veins. He bounded forward, urgency propelling him as he stumbled over his own feet in a frantic rush. Finally, he skidded to a stop beside the overturned pillar, breathless from the wild sprint.

 

There lay his mentor— Monkey King.

 

 

 

MK scanned the chaotic landscape around him, his ears perked and twitching, while his tail swayed like a pendulum behind him. 

 

“Monkey King...? Where—where are you?” A tremor of anxiety and hope slipped from his lips, breaking the oppressive silence.

 

He leaped onto a weathered stone ridge, desperate for a clearer view of the turmoil surrounding him, momentarily ignoring the flickering flames that danced ominously nearby. A warm gust of wind brushed past his ear, sending a shiver down his spine as it tickled his nose and made him fidget uncomfortably.

 

His eyes darted over the expansive fields, once lush and vibrant green, now marred by debris that littered the landscape where beauty had flourished.

 

And then he saw it—there, by one of the crumbling pillars, he spotted a familiar orange shape.

 

A wave of dread washed over MK, chilling his veins. He bounded forward, urgency propelling him as he stumbled over his own feet in a frantic rush. Finally, he skidded to a stop beside the overturned pillar, breathless from the wild sprint.

 

There lay his mentor— Monkey King.

 

MK’s heart sank as tears threatened to brim in his eyes. The older simian was battered and bruised, each shallow breath a painful reminder of his fragile state. But he was still alive.

 

“Monkey King…?” MK whispered, kneeling by his mentor's side, worry etched deeply on his features.

 

With trembling hands, he reached out and rested a palm against the older simian's forehead, feeling the warmth radiate beneath his fingers.

 

“Monkey King?” A low, anguished groan was his only answer.

 

“Uh… I’m not sure what to do. I don’t think I can carry you…” A spark of desperation ignited a sudden idea. “Can you transform? Into something smaller at least? That would make this so much easier for both of us!”

 

A soft, raspy cough escaped Wukong, his fading golden eyes locking onto MK's. Despite his pain, a flicker of determination shone within, accompanied by a faint, encouraging smile.

 

“Hey bud,” Wukong rasped, wincing slightly. “What’s this about? Care to clue me in?”

 

MK managed a shaky smile, but it quickly faded, concern creeping back. 

 

“I was thinking—maybe we could—” He drew a sharp breath, his gaze drifting to the older simian, who clutched his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers and staining the ground beneath them.

 

Wukong noticed the depth of MK’s worry, and his eyes softened with understanding. In his moment of urgency, MK gestured wildly, trying to organize his thoughts.

 

“Anyway! Do you… can you shapeshift into something smaller? I really need to carry you, and it’ll be tough if you stay in your normal form…” He gasped, a wince escaping him at the sight before him.

 

Wukong blinked, glancing down at his injured body. He let out a noncommittal sound, trying to shrug while still gripping his stomach tightly.

 

“Sure bud, I can give it a shot.” He offered a reassuring smile that, while not entirely easing MK’s worries, did provide a glimmer of hope. In return, MK cracked a shaky smile, giving a thumbs-up.

 

“Okayyy, here we go.” Wukong closed his eyes, focusing intently on transforming into something small enough for MK to carry but still capable of holding on.

 

MK watched in awe as a warm glow began to envelop Wukong. He squeezed his eyes shut against the brilliance and, when he opened them again, he gasped. In place of the older simian was a tiny monkey—a vibrant creature reminiscent of those frolicking around the temple.

 

But it was unmistakably his mentor, golden-orange fur glistening in the light, a peach-red mask adorning its little face. A delighted chirp escaped the tiny creature’s mouth, and MK couldn’t help but smile as he carefully scooped the little Monkey King into his arms.

 

“All right, little Monkey King, let’s get moving!” MK rose slowly, trying not to jostle him. “Hmm… it might be easier if…” He set the little monkey back down, twisting his hoodie to pull the hood forward and lower it below his chin.

 

“Look!” He beamed proudly, excitement bubbling in his voice. “Got you a cozy seat, little guy!” He bent down once more, gently placing the small monkey into the hood. “Now we can go, and I’ll maneuver us safely.”

 

Summoning his staff, he patted the tiny monkey on the head, feeling a rush of determination swell within him.

 

“Don’t worry, Monkey King. I’ll get us back safe, you can count on me.” He flashed the little creature a wobbly smile, the most genuine one yet.

 

“And once we're safe back home, the gang will have a lot to say about how I got us into this mess…” His grin faltered for just a moment before brightening again, a fire igniting in his spirit.

 

“For now, onwards!” He pointed his staff toward the sky, launching himself into the air, buoyed by purpose as he caught one last joyful chirp from his mentor. A soft smile spread across MK’s face, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead.

 

Notes:

hope you enjoyed1!! lol wrote this in a writers funk so entirely unsure how good it is but whateva,

but@111!!! first work actually finished, even if it's just a oneshot. stilll woohoooo!!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of LMK fics and such