Disclaimer: I don't own Lego Monkie Kid
Title: Chimera Courting
Summary: Red Son tries to kidnap MK for courting purposes, only to find out he's in a QPR with Mei. Well. He's never been one to break up a family.
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They say being tied up in a sack is uncomfortable; but frankly, they've just been kidnapped by the wrong people. Red Son makes it into an art. The fabric is soft and pliable under MK's fingers as he's flung into the side car of a truly grandiose motorcycle. The rope tying the sack shut is gold, and MK would never put it past Red Son to actually get gold fiber somehow, so it all kind of burbles up into this picture of being important and precious.
"Noodle boy," he says, only slightly winded from the force of grabbing and throwing him into said motorcycle. "I have kidnapped you today for the express purpose of demon courtship." Red Son's lip quivers as he realizes who, exactly, he's talking to. "Are you aware of what that is?"
"Oh, yeah! Totes. Monkey King told me all about it." Pigsy is in the window, looking harried by the late hour but otherwise unimpressed. MK does his best to wave. "We've got to, like, talk first about this."
The glasses slide down Red Son's face as he studies him a brutally long moment. MK half expects him to rip the gold off and send him on his way. Finally, he pushes them up, and says in a quiet, almost hurt tone of voice, "Is that a no, peasant?"
"No!" MK struggled to get to his feet in the bag. He waved his arms as well as he could. "No, no, not a no! You're super cool and I like you a lot! But. You know. There's the Mei of it all, and-"
"You're dating?" he surmises.
"Gross," MK says earnestly. "But we're like- okay, you know those antiques that come in groups? And if you take one away from the group, it's not as good?"
"Antiques," Red Son says slowly. "We're talking about. Antiques."
He kind of steam-rolls that entirely. "Mei'n me are like that! We're always together, in everything, and um... it's a lot for some people to take. But we've talked about it and you're really awesome. So. If you need to go, I'm cool, but I'm totally down for this as long as Mei gets to be part of it, and-"
The demon bull king prince flops down in his chair, and for a single, terrifying second MK expects an ejection button, but he simply twists the knob to start his motorcycle. "Fine! Fine. Let's go."
"Go... where?" he asks, deeply confused.
"That blasted dragon girl's house, obviously." He peels out of the dingy alleyway and onto the main street with one arm on the wheel and the other behind his sack chair. "What else would I be doing?"
"This late at night?"
"Do you kidnap at any other time, noodle boy?" Red Son barks, looking less like a man out to do a chore and more like a man suddenly excited about the possibilities, and MK can't help the dopey grin he gets on his face.
And, sure enough, despite the odds, they coast to a stop just outside of the familiar palace. Red Son grabs an extra bag and rope. MK tries to warn him of the alarms, to which he scoffed and said, "Do you really think something so pitiful can work on royalty?" and strolled right through, activating multiple. Mei's parents, less than pleased, all but throw her at the demon boy, and soon she's plunked down beside him in pure gold.
"The talk went well?" Mei asks, fully awake and put together despite the odds. But that's Mei. She never flinches.
"Of course it did," Red Son scoffs. He's standing tall over the hub where he'd yet to sit, waving her off as if she'd said something ridiculous. "What Prince wouldn't want twice the treasure?"
Mei's face went bright red, and she leaned in to hiss, "I didn't expect him to actually flirt with me!" in a voice that's both inordinately happy and horribly terrified.
"He likes us!" MK agrees, still smiling.
Red Son never seems to lose his enthusiasm, going so far as to make them pancakes in the morning. MK would be hard-pressed to call them good pancakes- they're that bitter, non-appetizing dark brown with a crunchy middle- but food is food and MK isn't picky. He and Mei ate like starved wolves while Red Son watched, a smile borderline gentle on his face.
It just barely slips when a muscular hand grabs them both, hefting them off their feet and into the air. Demon Bull King is not as pleased to have two enemies in his kitchen, and he snorks them both to check for weapons.
"DBK! Whattup?" Mei says.
"Daddy Bull King, sir," MK tries to salvage.
"It's bad enough to cohort with heroes," he grumbles. "Did it really have to be Monkey King's brat and the dragon girl?" He stares Red Son down as if expecting a serious response.
"Father! You're up. Early," he eeks out, hiding the spatula behind his back.
There's a cool blast of wind and Princess Iron Fan is in front of them, holding out her namesake. Her eyes glow with suspicion rather than the usual contempt. "It will require quite the hoard to keep my son in the luxury he requires. How do you intend to keep him as a takeout boy?"
"Mother," Red Son squawks. "You promised you wouldn't-"
Princess Iron Fan shushed him with a look. "I'm looking out for the best interests of our family, sweetheart. I don't think a delivery boy can keep you in comfort. Get a job," she instructed Mei, then pointed her fan to MK. "Get a better job."
"I literally race for a living," Mei argues.
"It's a family business!" MK whines.
"We'll revisit this at a later time," Princess Iron Fan says sternly, before nodding to her husband to let them go. "Just remember that our truce says nothing about breaking my son's heart."
"I just wanna eat his pancakes and drool over his cars," whined MK. "Isn't that enough for you people?"
"I would also like to eat his pancakes and drool over his cars," added Mei. "But I'll probably steal some blueprints too, just for funsies."
She scoffed and turned away, vanishing as easily as she had appeared. Demon Bull King, assumably mollified, thunders over to his big chair to get himself some breakfast. Red Son, looking absolutely besotted by the ideas presented, hurries to do dishes before grabbing them both by the hand and taking them to his car garage.
Author's Note: Ugggghhhhh this reads like ass. You can tell it's been a bit since i wrote fanfiction bc my first go back is always trash. I just wanted to get started on my dive into LMK writing!
-Mandaree1