Our Peaceful Days
Summary: Thirty-nine prompts for the 39 pairing. Six years before the Journey started, Sanzo does his begrudging best at keeping his newfound pet properly fed and taken care of, and little Goku tries his eager best at making his newfound owner happy.
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A/N: Will be divided into 39 chapters so y'all readers won't get tired scrolling to the parts/prompts you like if you plan to reread it. Fluff. Fluff everywhere.
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"If a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you, 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more.' Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him, 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine?'"― Friedrich Nietzsche
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I. Ponytails
"Sanzo, are you done yet?" Goku asks as he twiddles his toes. The morning sun is bright today, and he can't wait to go play in the garden. He waves his feet left and right on the edge of the bed, giggling as the slightest brush of a finger tickles his nape. Behind him, Sanzo clicks his tongue and curls his fingers as he twines a long ribbon around Goku's long hair.
"Not yet. Stay still."
"But I am staying still," Goku giggles, and in doing so, his shoulders shake, and the ribbon around his hair falls to Sanzo's lap once more. "…Oops. Um. Sorry."
The monk sighs, picks up the ribbon, and tries again. He has been trying to tie it around the too slippery hair, and when his paper-thin patience has finally paid off at around an hour, the white ribbon finally wounds and latches tightly around the thick and smooth hair. Sanzo admires it with a nod and a ghost of a smile—he slips his fingertips under the hickory locks, curls them around his digits, and combs them with his fingers.
Sanzo closes his eyes as his lips part and touch the ends of Goku's hair—
"It's done."
Goku slides out of the bed and towards the small mirror on the bedside table, and squeals as he turns his head this way and that, spinning and grinning at the sight and feel of his low ponytail.
He bounces back to the bed, pouncing on Sanzo with a tight hug and squeals out his thanks, rubbing his face to the monk's—
Sanzo tries to yell at the jovial child, but denies himself of the want as Goku looks up at him with a wide smile and flushed cheeks.