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This ask is from LunarLindsay on Wattpad!: A question for wukong: how do you feel if there was hundreds of people going after your mate and try to court them??*hands over a binder that was thick but not as thick as the one that macaque previously had*

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It was now the day after their spar. 

Macaque was in a very happy mood after his win over his golden-furred mate and ended up making a much larger breakfast than usual—not that Wukong was complaining because this guy would happily put himself into a food coma by gorging himself on his black angel's cooking.

And he almost ended up doing just that, having been the one to eat most of the large breakfast feast before practically collapsing onto the couch, closing his eyes to take a nap even though they had not long woken up.

Macaque, on the other hand, grabbed a stack of 4 large woven baskets that sat in the corner of the living room. 

The shadow monkey was planning on going out and harvesting the ripe fruit from the orchards and any ripe vegetables from his not-so-small garden on the other side of the mountain, well away from certain training immortals and successors.

Walking out the door, Macaque made sure to shout over his shoulder.

Macaque: I'm going out to harvest some fruit and vegetables. I'll be back in a couple of hours, Wukong.

The Monkey King face planted firmly into the couch cushions, threw up a thumbs up, and mumbled something that was muffled and unintelligible back, which pulled a fond eye roll from the other before the Warrior finally closed the door behind him and started for the first of many fruit orchards.

Dropping his arm back down, Wukong breathed out a heavy sigh into the couch cushion before a peaceful silence washed over the hut.

When the floating screen arrived half an hour later, Wukong did not stir as soft snores escaped him, being muffled by the cushion his face was still buried in.

Five minutes passed, and the floating screen seemed to somehow know that the king wasn't paying attention, so it started bouncing around the room to try and get his attention. 

When that didn't work, it started flashing its bright neon lights reserved only for pitch blackness at him, yet the golden monkey still remained asleep and unmoving.

After many attempts with no results, the floating screen started shaking as if containing a deep rage at being ignored before a loud blowhorn noise suddenly erupted from it as if the floating screen was screaming.

The sudden sound of a blowhorn finally jolted the Great Sage from his deep nap. The Great Sage threw himself into a sitting position quicker than you could say, 'Fire.'

Wukong: Huh? What? Where's the fire?!

Slowly the sound of the blowhorn died down until the room fell into quiet once more.

Head whipping in all directions, golden eyes finally settled on to the innocent screen floating next to the coffee table. 

The Monkey King blinked owlishly at it for a moment before shaking his head and reading over the new question.

Immediately his fangs bared, which was the exact moment the floating screen decided to spit a thick binder out at him. It was easily caught by the Great Sage.

Opening it, Wukong flipped through each page, quickly taking in every name of every demon from both in and out of the city that dared to think about courting his precious Moonlight.

The more names he read, the more his upper lip pulled back to reveal more of his fangs. 

A deep, rumbling, feral growl vibrating in the King's chest, another minute went by before Wukong finally snapped the binder shut and shot off the couch and onto his feet.

The sun monkey's eyes glowed a bright red in his anger, his golden tail lashing around like a whip.

Wukong: Those demons will die tonight by MY HAND!

Somersault cloud forming beside him. Wukong quickly jumped on before shooting through the front door of the hut and off the mountain in seconds. 

He was officially on the hunt and out for blood. He wouldn't be returning until all the possible mate thieves were dead in a pool of their own disgusting blood.