Ok beautiful people of Tumblr you are the kings of cool situations so I have to plead, PLEASE GIVE ME SHADOWPEACH DINAMICS!!!! It's just my head is whiter than toilet paper, I'm zero ideas, I don't know what to do please help me I don't have any content from these two 😭🙏

I thank all of you who sent me ideas for this ship, I will try to do them as soon as possible when I have the time, I ask for your patience 😣🙏

Also that if you have more ideas you can without problem send them to me!!!! I'm willing to do them all if it's possible, but with how stubborn I am for sure yes, even if it takes me a while :')

I leave you these two little drawings I made trying to draw sexy clothes(? Ignore if you are uncomfortable with this content.

Super fluffy not super proofread shadowpeaches fic lmao.

Sorry in advance for typos or weird sentences lol, I sorta wrote this on a whim.

Lee! Sun Wukong Ler!Macaque

Wukong is sort of out of character here just because hes super sleep deprived and irritable.

Hope somebody enjoys this! 💖💖💖

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Being immortal gives you a lot of things to have nightmares about.

This was especially true for Sun Wukong, who had a tendency to make stupid, half-baked plans leading to stupid, terrible, consequences for those he cared about and stupidly failed to protect.

All those mistakes he made were cemented in his mind, every failure branded into his memories with searing heat. They played over, and over, and over, more nights than most.

And so here he was again. Shooting up from his bed with a gasping breath, covered in sweat, lungs feeling empty and aching.

He grounded himself and gave his vision some time to unblur. Breath in, breath out, and then the usual routine.

Glass of water. Cold shower. Attempt to convince yourself to go back to sleep. Fail. Look at the night sky and wait for the sun to rise.

Easy-peasy.

Not like immortals needed to sleep anyways.

The Monkey King slowly clambered off the bed, ready to begin his little mental itinerary. But upon his first step his thoughts were very rudely interrupted by a shrill squuuuueeeeaaaaaak of the floorboard beneath.

Damnit. He didnt have the floor memorized in this stupid air ship yet.

Not a big deal. Unless you're rooming with an extremely nosy six eared monkey.

Stopping himself from groaning in annoyance he looked over at his six eared companions bunk, waiting for a reaction.

A moment ticked by with no stirring or waking up.

Huh. Maybe he was just super lucky tonight.

"Mmh, Wukong? What're you doing?" the black furred monkey mumbled sleepily.

"Nothing, just grabbing a drink."

He didnt want to talk about his nightmare. Some part of Wukong wanted to be called out, just so he could feel like someone was concerned for him. But no. He had to resist that urge. He had to be strong.

Macaque lifted his head up and eyed Wukong suspiciously. "Bullshit," he broke into a yawn and stretched, "You had a nightmare."

"I didnt." The Monkey king didnt even know why he was lying right now. He was too tired to be able to convince anybody, especially not Macaque.

"Why are you denying it? Not to bruise your ego buddy but it's pretty damn obvious," he disappeared into the shadows and flipped up right in front of Wukong to look him in the eyes.

"I dont know what you're talking about. Maybe you need to get your eyes checked Mango," he said, averting eye contact.

He knew using old nicknames would just further provoke the other monkey so he had no idea why he was doing it. His mouth was just sort of. Going.

"Well, Peaches," Macaque snarled, "Let's take a look at you."

"You're drenched in sweat," he listed on his fingers, "your hands are shaking," were they? Wukong didnt even notice.

"Aaaand..." he drawled out, grabbing Wukong by the chin and turning his head, "Those eye bags are looking pretty atrocious."

Monkey king growled through his teeth. He shoved Macaque away, anger flaring up and face prickling. "Why the hell are you even talking to me right now?! To mock me? To piss me off?" he burst out, letting his anger get the best of him. Why was he getting so worked up about this?

Surprisingly, Macaque looked guilty. He smacked a hand on his forehead and dragged it down his face. "I- I just... ugh. This isn't what I wanted," he said with a sigh, "I want to help you Wukong." A moment passed. "I'm..." he ground out, "I'm sorry. You just pissed me off with that old nickname. I lost my cool."

What? Wukong was sure he was still asleep at this point. Mac, wanting to help? And apologizing? Not possible.

He was going to promptly ignore whatever development that was.

"Why and how would you ever help me? With anything. Ever," he crossed his arms, tail flicking anxiously.

Dodging any and all of the implications from that statement, Macaque smirked, "Well I have an idea. But you'll have to extend some trust to me your majesty," he saw the doubt in Wukongs face and continued, "Its something we did as kids."

Well. Wukong couldn't think of anything they did as kids that was harmful. And he was so, so, tired.

"Fine," he decided. Was this a terrible mistake leading to his demise? Probably.

"I knew you'd come to your senses sometime, Wukong," underneath macaques laid-back persona he was really excited, "Just lay back down and let me work my magic."

So here Monkey King sat, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, in a bunk on an airship, weaker than he ever had been, and with his childhood friend turned mortal enemy clambering on top of him to supposedly help him with nightmares. He hadn't felt this ridiculous in a while.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop," Macaque looked down at Wukong, "I will. I promise."

Wukongs distrustful eyes continued to follow Macs every movement, watching as his hands lowered towards the Monkey Kings ears.

"What're you do-" as Macaque started fluttering his fingers around the shell of Wukongs ear, suddenly everything relaxed. "Oh," he breathed out.

The tight coil of his irritation, anxiety, and stubbornness was being loosened and replaced with butterflies in his stomach and the urge to titter.

Despicable.

Macaque let out a snicker "Damn Wukong, I guess we called it your 'melt spot' for a reason. I forgot how much you like this," he smirked, testing the waters for teasing most likely. Suprised by the lack of verbal response on Wukongs end he continued, "You dont have anything to say about that?"

No Wukong did not. I mean think of what it looked like! Here he was desperately fighting a dorky smile off his face, squirming, and holding onto Macs wrists uselessly. And by the feeling of his face he was probably blushing too. Gods. He hadn't blushed in literally two hundred years.

So no. He had no comment. He just clamped his mouth shut and turned his head to the side so he didnt have to look at Macaques stupid smirking face.

"Wow. Never thought I'd see you speechless," he started with a grin and let it drop, "But you cant just leave me out to dry now Wukong! Laugh! Smile! Something!"

He was met only with silence and a then a shake of the head. Mac was too impatient for this. In his attempt to help he had apparently made Wukong take some kind of vow of silence or some shit. A playful one, but still annoying.

He knew Wukong liked having his ears touched, but Mac was getting bored. So he let his hands inch down to the other monkeys ribs and just lightly scratch scratch at the skin there. Giving a little pinch to his bottom rib for good measure, and being rewarded with actual laughter!

"Glad to see you're not a corpse."

"Eep! Mahac nohoho..." Wukong giggled out protest half heartedly and somewhat sleepily. Seems like now that he was a little more relaxed the lack of sleep was catching up with him. Macaque couldn't help but let out a snort at that. "Yeah you sound real torn up about it, bud. And was that an 'Eep'? Seriously?" he chuckled out.

"Shuhut ihit! Ihihit wahahsnt!" Wukong denied through his bubbling laughter, and being flustered made things tickle more, and thinking about that made him more flustered so he was sort of stuck here. And Macaque was barely even teasing him at all.

But this was kind of...nice? He hadn't felt this relaxed and, well, safe in a long time. And it was just so easy to sink into that feeling. Let someone else take care of things for once. Even if he didnt really deserve it.

"So you're telling me I can make Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, squeak like a little mouse if I just do this?" he teased, giving Wukongs ribs another pinch.

And he was rewarded with another little squeak.

"Eep! Ohohoh mhyhy gohohod! Ihihim nhohot a mouhououse! Ihi- Ihih- Ihih!" Wukong decided to give up on talking and just fling his hands onto his face.

"Wow, you are really get worked up about this huh? Well, the goal was to make you relax, not die so I'll lay off a little bit. Chill."

Even though it's really cute.

Aaand why was Wukong looking at him like that. Oh. Oh you gotta be kidding. He accidentally said that out loud?

He looked at Monkey King, who had lowered his hands and was just. Staring.

Yeah he accidentally said that out loud. Shit shit shit. "Eheh. Sorry, I promise I'll lay off now," the black furred monkey said, ignoring the warmth growing on his own face.

In an attempt to distract from his little blunder, he brought his hands down to Wukongs stomach and lightly scribbled there.

And once again Monkey King was lost in giggles and titters and now he was actually feeling really sleepy.

"Feeling tired?" Macaque asked, seeing his companions blinks becoming slower and his giggles quieting down a little.

"Mmheheheh...nohoho," immediately followed by a yawn.

Macaque hadn't seen this side of Sun Wukong in a long time. He was childish, but never this way. He honestly looked more like some kind of puppy or cat than a monkey at this point. He knew it was just because of how incredibly sleep deprived Wukong was right now though. It was honestly kind of bittersweet, reminding him of all that he lost after he was left behind. Even though he was trying to fix things, he knew it would never be the same.

Suddenly he was pulled out of his thoughts by a steady thump thump thump on the bedsheets.

Wukongs tail was wagging.

He felt an involuntary grin spreading across his face at the sight.

Wukong was asleep, tail wagging, taking deep, slow breaths, with a smile on his face.

Macaque took in the result of his hard work and was about to dip into one of the shadows to get off of the sleeping monkey without waking him up when he felt a tug on his arm.

"Mmmno. Stay," he mumbled sleepily.

"Uuhm. I don't know if that's such a good idea Wukong...Woah!" Macaque yelped as he was tugged down to a laying position on the bed, monkey king wrapped around him like some kind of monkey-koala hybrid. "You're stayin," the other monkeys voice was distorted both from sleepiness and the fact that his face was mushed up against Macaques shoulder.

Oh well. They would figure everything out in the morning. For now, macaque would let himself enjoy the warm feeling nestling in his chest and climbing up his cheeks, while it lasted.

" ...don't hate you Mango," he heard murmered as he fell asleep.

"I dont hate you either, Peaches," he whispered back.

Crown Prince AU:

•Macaque was born in the southeast mountain of the empire and was adopted by the other monkeys that lived there when they found him rummaging in the caves where the other apes slept.

•His six ears was a feature that always caught the attention of others, not only because of the strange amaunt, but also because of their striking colors. His ears would also cause fear or caution in others, and not because it looked bad, but because normally the more strange the appearance of a demon, the more powerful (dangerous) it was.

•At the age of fourteen, Macaque said goodbye to his family and left the mountain to join the forces of the empire and become a warrior.

•With his skills gained from his life in the mountains, it was not difficult for him to carry out all the activities that were asked for him to do. This helped him ranking up easily and quickly, being at the age of sixteen general of one of the armies that protected the borders of the empire.

•Finally at the age of nineteen he returned to the palace and moved through the ranks from general to a member of the royal guard

•The position of royal guard in the palace was really difficult to reach, since only those warriors who have earned the trust of the emperor can reach such a rank.

•It needs to be make clear that the emperor's trust in giving Macaque such a position was not for nothing. Macaque earned this position thanks to his loyalty to the empire, leading his army bravely and making strategies with clever. And this is not the only reason

The reports that Macaque made always reached the emperor, who after reading some reports decided to sent a personal letter to this skilled warrior, wanting to know more about him. That was how they began to communicate, never going so far as to leave the formalities, but it was enough for Tripitaka to decide to give him the position as a guard in the palace.

•And that's how we got to the present day, where he has been given the mission of protecting Sun Wukong, the Crown Prince of the empire, from any possible threat.

With this ends the second part of this AU!!

In the next one I'll talk more in detail about the past of Wukong and Macaque. And for the fourth part I plan to introduce the role of other characters in the AU.

Crown Prince AU:

So, this au is going to focus mainly on shadowpeach, and it's going to be about a world where Wukong is the crown prince to the throne, and Macaque is his personal guard (there's an au that has a similar theme, which I can't remember right now who was its creator. But I assure you that both AU have almost nothing in common besides that).

•In this AU, the royal family line is not through blood. Here, Buddha chooses who will be the next emperor.

•Every certain amount of time, a baby with the potential to be the next ruler of the empire is born. With a power beyond what others could reach, that helped keep the peace in those lands.

•The time between each birth is not specific. Sometimes it can take just a few years, when in others it can take decades. The only thing that is certain is that the baby, later heir to the throne, will always be born before the death of the current emperor.

•The emperor, predecessor of the heir, will guide him on his way to the crown, raising him from the age of 5 until he is mature enough to take his place on the throne.

•Trpitaka, at 50 years of age, was called to see Buddha. Everyone knew what it meant: The new heir was born.

•The new heir was located in one of the neighboring mountains. It was a little monkey demon that had been born from a rock. Certainly a particular individual.

• Before picking up the heir to raise him, the emperor must wait until he is 5 years old. His first years of life must grow up in a humble environment, and then he would be taken to the palace.

•Tripitaka, already 55 years old, went in search of the little monkey to whom he would give his role in society in some future.

•Sun Wukong was raised within the castle walls. Learning each of the rules to follow and behaviors to adapt. However, his adventurous and mischievous soul was always what guided him. And no one could stop Wukong from becoming the carefree and curious teenager that he was.

•At the age of 18, the emperor would officially declare the heir to the throne, and the people would finally see the face of who would one day rule their empire.

•Wukong was extremely happy on the day of "The Crown Prince's Reveal", as it meant that he would no longer have to hide from possible evildoers and could walk the streets of the town with all the freedom he wanted as he was of legal age! It was a dream come true!

•Unfortunately for Wukong, being so irresponsible had its consequences. The rulers of the lands concluded that the prince was too carefree to walk alone through the streets of the town, so they all made a decision.

•At the end of the ceremony, the prince was escorted to the throne room, meeting Emperor Tripitaka, his caretaker.

•The happiness on Sun Wukong's face would be quickly destroyed by the announcement his caretaker would make.

•A guard. After all these years of waiting to be free from the overprotective care of those who take care of him, his "father" brings a stranger who now seemed to be his "personal guard".

•Wukong flatly refused to accept such a thing, but was quickly threatened by one of the governors of the neighboring kingdom (DBK), who was another of those who had agreed to this condition. If Wukong did not accept his guard, he would have to stay in the castle until they deemed him caring enough to take care of himself outside the palace walls.

•In the end Wukong had no choice but to accept that condition. But not before swearing to himself to make life miserable for whoever he gets as a guard. He would make sure he regrets messing with his freedom (even if it wasn't really the fault of the guard)

This is the introduction to my AU! So, how is it? Do you think it's good? Would you like to see more of this AU?

Never Mess With a Warrior’s Emotions

Macaque gets a little more than he bargained for when he agreed to face a possessed Wukong head on. 

( I put it in the tags, but just a warning here as well. There are moments of unwanted touching at the beginning of this story. It’s not that severe, but I don’t know how to tag it other than that. )

Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid       Rating: Teen and Up Audiences         Relationships: Shadowpeach, SunWukong/Macaque,       Warnings/Additional Tags: Other characters are mentioned, be warned, there is unwanted touching at the beginning of this, don’t know how else to word it, possession, hurt/comfort, happy ending, if i need additional tags let me know

I Miss You - A Shadowpeach short

I’m setting this after season three. Hope you guys enjoy it.

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