Famed Author, Sun Wukong

by StarRoseColors

Summary:

One of his hobbies is writing erotic fanfiction about him and his brothers and publishing it. It was supposed to be secret. Wukong menaces all the bookstore owners the moment Qi Xiaotian finds out.

Macaque is amused. Azure is also there and is very confused.

The idea had come when he was bored.

Wukong had been doing a whole lot of nothing lately. At first, he had been indulging in a bunch of hobbies- fashion design, video game design, pottery, macrame, wine making, traveling- and even helped out with a bunch of historical fiction stuff. However, over the years, his desire to do anything slowly drained.

He didn't really need to do anything. Heaven hadn't bothered him in a while, the mountain had been peaceful for years, and Wukong was tired.

So, time faded with peach chips and TV and tired, sleepy boredom.

One day, he was watching a historical drama based on his journey. It was inaccurate, adding drama when there wasn't, including sexual tension between him and Tripitaka that was displayed in public. Funny, considering Tripitaka would probably faint if he ever saw the busty actress playing him flutter her lashes. It was also really badly written, with stuff making no sense here and there, but it was the kind of badly written that meant Wukong couldn't stop watching.

"The writers probably made a fortune, making up shit…" he mumbled to himself, watching as Tripitaka swooned for the fifth time in ten seconds, allowing his on-screen version to catch him once again. "…bet I could do that…"

…hang on. Why couldn't he?

Wukong found himself standing up, switching off the TV, and hunting down some paper.

One thing he forgot? Writing was hard, especially if you hadn't really had much interest in anything for the past few years. Back when he was younger, he wrote thousands of poems and plays, but that was when he was younger, with a thirst for adventure and wanting nothing more than to live forever. First, you had to have an idea, and…

Well, Wukong wasn't sure what to write.

Stories set during and even a few after the journey were countless. Wukong wasn't sure what he could add. A biography? Yeah, no. That involved self-reflection, and Wukong wasn't in the proper mindset for that. (Hadn't been for a while.)

He spent days writing ideas out and crumpling them up.

And then, one night, he had a wet dream.

Those weren't unusual, especially when he was thinking about everyone in his life. Ao Lie and Tripitaka were constant visitors, as well as Macaque. Azure and DBK sometimes appeared, although he had to scrub his hands afterwards, convinced that there was blood or dirt.

The dream was a memory of the Brotherhood. He had "lost" a bet, meaning Macaque could fuck him in front of the mountain. His brothers had enjoyed the sight, especially when he squirted into his own glass. Azure hadn't fucked his chest, but in that dream he had, staining his face with cum.

Wukong had woken up, and in a haze he didn't fully remember, he wrote the scene out. When he was a little more awake, he had re-read it.

It was embarrassing. And really, really interesting.

When was the last time he did anything erotic, writing-wise? Plus, anyone who could correct him was either dead, sealed away, or… somewhere. There was Princess Iron Fan and Red Son, but he was pretty sure they had better things to do. Plus, he could write under a pen name.

He outlined the book and then tracked down one of his typewriters.

The book, Me and My Sworn Brothers, was finished after a week. Later, he would have no idea what he was thinking, but he pulled some strings with an editor and publisher. By the end of that week, the book was edited and published.

People loved it. Critics thought it was trashy but fun. It would never be a fantastic success, but it was popular enough for a sequel or two or three or five…

Wukong had no idea what he was thinking.

He should've let the book rot.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be in this situation now.

"Whatcha…whatcha reading, bud?"

Qi Xiaotian, his sweet, too-good-for-this-world successor, looked up from a paperback book with a painted cover. "Oh, reading one of Tang's favorite books!" he chirped. So sweet. So innocent. So unaware of the heart attack he was giving his mentor. "It's based off your early days!"

"…is that so?" he said, totally not sweating. What? Psh? Sweat? Him? He was…not sweating. He wasn't sure what to call it. "What…what's it called, bud?"

"Me and My Sworn Brothers: Love in Shadows."

Xiaotian held it up, only confirming Wukong's greatest fear. On the cover was him, dressed in a fancy hanfu, wrapped up in shadows. A way more buff Macaque loomed over him, staring at him with a look of lust.

"Oh wow. That series is kinda trashy, isn't it?" Act cool, act cool, act cool, goddammit.

"Yeah, but it's fun. Tang loves to read from it and see how red Pigsy gets." Before Wukong could ask more questions, Xiaotian continued talking and hammering the coffin in. "Since the series has gotten so popular after I popped up, Xiaojiao actually wants to make a video of you and Macaque reacting to it."

Hahaha what.

It was bad enough that Xiaotian and Tang and everyone was reading it. He didn't want to see Macaque's reaction. He would know on the spot that he wrote it.

"…why?"

"The author really did a good job describing Macaque, and…"

Qi Xiaotian paused and glanced at the cover. Wukong could practically see the gears working in his head. He glanced at him and then back to the cover. Back to him, back to the cover. His eyes went wide.

"Wait…"

"WELL, THAT'S NICE- SEE YOU LATER, BUD!" Without even trying to sound cool and collected, Wukong summoned his nimbus and headed straight up the mountain, ignoring Xiaotian's cries. As he traveled up, he yanked out his phone and jabbed the first contact.

"Hello, Shaoqing-"

"Shaoqing, we need to stop publishing the Sworn Brothers series!"

"Wait, what- why?! That series makes a lot of money-"

"I need it off the shelves by tomorrow! Do whatever you have to do!"

"Wukong, I need an actual reason-!"

He hung up before she could finish her protests.

---

Macaque had picked up the book to make fun of Tripitaka.

Most Journey to the West erotica had Wukong and Tripitaka as love interests. It was a petty hobby, but Macaque loved getting such erotica and taking notes of how the authors had written the monk. He had a bingo sheet at this point!

He hadn't taken a look at the cover before buying it, because he would've figured out the time setting quicker.

Tripitaka was not a love interest. In fact, he wasn't even in the book.

Macaque was fascinated when he realized when the book was set, more than revealed by the cover, with bonneted, sultry Wukong held by familiar hands. Few knew or acknowledged the brotherhood before Wukong's imprisonment. He started reading, curious about the switch-up.

When he reached a chapter about a waterfall, realization had hit.

"Oh gods, Wukong wrote this."

He wasn't sure how he figured this out sooner. The wording and descriptions were similar to Wukong's poetry, except Wukong had rarely written stories. Maybe that was what gave Macaque pause.

Or maybe it was seeing Wukong's memory of one of their waterfall hookups that made him trip.

There had been more than one. He couldn't count the number of times he and Wukong had hooked up in waterfalls, including during feasts. There was a favorite of theirs that led to a little grotto, perfectly sized and dry to create a nest. More than once, they had dropped their clothes and had to change, as described in this book.

Macaque's hand was sticky.

He chose to ignore it. Instead, he drank in the contents, feeling old memories well up. These were nicer. Less tense.

Although…

"I don't remember a threesome with Azure," he said, studying the scene described on the page. The other scenes with the other brothers had struck a deep chord of familiar, seething jealousy. Yeah, he knew Wukong had slept with them, but it was different hearing those hook-ups described. But, right now, he was more curious.

Had Wukong wished this had happened?

Based on the descriptions… Macaque had kinda wished that it had happened too.

He had finished the book and then re-read it. And re-read it. And re-read it. When the sequel came out, he bought it. He did the same for the third book, and the fourth book. They became less memory, it felt like, and more wish-fulfillment, but Macaque didn't care.

It wasn't even just the books he liked. It was knowing a dirty secret of Wukong's, and knowing the king would never find out…

Hopefully.

---

Sun Wukong watched as the fire burned down to embers, which slowly dulled into ash. He could still see some pieces of paper, but they were too small to be properly understood.

Without a word, he picked up the shovel.

Some might think ten feet was too extra for some ashes. In Wukong's opinion, it wasn't enough, but he didn't have time to dig all the way down to Earth's core.

He scooped up the ashes and began to shovel them into the hole.

He was only faintly aware of the waterfall opening before there was a "Monkey King!" He glanced back to see Qi Xiaotian and Shaoqing, his lawyer, coming in. His successor stopped first, bracing himself on his knees as he panted. "What are you doing?!" he panted out after a moment.

"Getting rid of the evidence," Wukong explained as he continued to shovel the ashes into the hole. "Shaoqing, did you talk to the publishers?"

"No?!" she said, her voice high and scandalized. "Wukong, there needs to be a reason why you want the series to stop being published! A legal reason! The series makes a lot of money, they aren't going to just stop publishing without one! You literally just published the newest book! Plus, there's a lot of stores-"

Oh shit, she was right. "Okay!" Wukong slammed the rest of the ashes into the hole and summoned a clone to start filling in the hole. "I understand what you're saying."

Xiaotian and Shaoqing shared a look. "Are you sure?" the former said.

"Yes! Shaoqing, talk to the publishers. I'll talk to the stores. Thanks for reminding me!"

Before his successor and lawyer could respond, Wukong once again summoned his cloud and took off towards the city.

There were a lot of bookstores, all selling his shame, and over five in the city alone.

If he wanted them gone, he had to get to work!

---

His first step in the bookstore was to head to the window. The store had arranged a display of all the newest books, including the latest in the Me and My Sworn Brothers series. This one was definitely dipping into fantasy territory, based on the cover image showing Wukong and Azure in a romantic embrace, with the Eiffel Tower in the background.

Macaque had grabbed it and then decided, hey, why not look around?

He was next to the door, in the cookbook section, when it opened.

Macaque glanced at the door and felt his feet come to a halt.

Azure really needed to update his human guise. He looked fine- a tall, muscular man with blonde hair and beard, but the clothes were outdated, and the sword was… questionable.

And, oh yeah, he was supposed to be dead.

Macaque couldn't really hold that point against him, though, could he?

Azure glanced around, his shoulders hunched up and his mouth pressed into a small line. Was he nervous? Macaque thought he would never see the day.

After a moment, Azure started walking towards the window. There was a stack of books there, right where Macaque had just been. Was he… Macaque angled himself, just in time to see Azure pick up a copy of the first Me and My Sworn Brothers book. He stared at it as though he had never seen a book before (which he probably hadn't).

Normally, Macaque would be making any excuse to get out of the shop. He blamed Azure for inflating Wukong's ego. Azure had always been there, clinging to Wukong like a leech. Regardless of how good-looking he was, he was dangerous.

But… okay, Wukong's writings had fanned his curiosity. Sue him.

He walked over to the lion demon, still staring at the book. "Hey," he said, allowing a little bit of sultriness to enter his tone. "Need some help?"

"Uh…"

Azure jolted, staring at him with wide eyes. Macaque smiled at him, waiting for recognition to enter Azure's eyes.

They didn't.

"I- yes- I mean, no-"

"Don't worry," Macaque said, taking pity on the big guy. "I'll handle it." He plucked the book out of his hand and headed for the register.

The cashier didn't recognize him. Which was good- it would mean his shapeshifted appearance of a human man was holding up. He took the book with a thank you and headed back towards Azure.

He had an idea.

---

Azure was tired and confused.

He didn't remember how he escaped his prison, nor how he got to this city. He knew it, logically- it was the small fishing village across the bay from Flower Fruit Mountain, from Wukong- but time had clearly passed.

The village had grown and changed and was different from the big cities he remembered. People dressed strangely, although some wore hints of familiarity. There were flat… things everywhere. It was confusing, and probably fascinating, but Azure was too tired to really process it properly.

And then he had passed by a shop, glad he had remembered to at least look human, and saw the… art?

It was of him. Demon him, maybe a bit taller and shirtless. He was holding a beaming Wukong.

"What the-"

He went in.

The store was full of people. However, nobody started screaming or freaking out, so Azure headed towards the window. There was a stack of books. He picked up one, studying the art there.

It showed Wukong, draped over some familiar hands. He was smiling sultrily at the viewer, and Azure could see the wink he might throw. His face went hot.

"Hey…"

He glanced up and did a double-take.

A pretty, dark-haired man smiled at him. He was dressed very well, with a spark in his eye as he looked Azure up and down. He wasn't as gorgeous as Wukong was, but he was still pretty. "Need some help?"

"Uh…" What should he say? What was going on would make him sound insane. "I- yes- I mean, no-"

The guy sighed, rolling his eyes with a little smile. He plucked the book out of Azure's hands. "Don't worry," He cooed, so sweetly. "I'll handle it." Without another word, he sauntered past him, heading to the counter where the seller stood.

Azure was left standing there, watching as the two interacted. After a moment, the man was back, handing over the art. "Here's your book," he cooed.

"…Oh. Oh, that's what it is." He was used to reading scrolls, but he had seen books from Europe coming from the trading roads. "Thank you for that. I…it's very hard to explain."

"I bet. You looked so cute, being all awkward on that."

"I, uh- thanks?" Was he flirting with him? Azure wasn't sure. "You're very nice."

The man's smile grew wider and he leaned forward. "You don't recognize me, do you?"

"What?"

The man's eyes gleamed purple, and movement on the floor made Azure look down, just in time to see the man's shadow wiggle his fingers at him with a familiar grin.

Wait…recognition flared.

"Macaque?"

His only answer was the book being tapped. "Based on my own reading notes," Macaque took a step closer. When had he ever been this flirty before? Azure had no idea, and his brain was confused. "I think you would like chapter 8-"

SLAM!

The noise drew everyone's eyes to the front door of the shop. A young woman, dressed in a peach pink shirt and white slacks, stood there, red-faced. If the strawberry blonde ponytail wasn't enough to tip him off, those golden eyes certainly would've. He had memorized them centuries ago.

"Wukong?" Macaque said with a cock of his head, and a small frown replaced his mischievous smile.

The shapeshifted monkey began to march into the store, heading right towards the counter. He was looking around, a deep furrow between his brows and a strained smile being the warning. He was angry, for some reason.

Azure could tell the minute he saw them.

He froze. His ponytail, already messy due to his emotional state, poofed up. His eyes went wide, staring at Azure as though he had seen a ghost. He glanced at Macaque, and that furrow reappeared. And then…

And then he looked down.

"Wait, wait, ah shit-!"

Azure felt the floor give out under him, right before the table slammed into the wall.