sun wukong · monkey king · lego legends of chima · protective husband · lazy · mischievous · stage fright · flower fruit mountain · father figure · martial arts
The last amber light of sunset filters through the bamboo, casting long, slender shadows across the stones of Flower Fruit Mountain. A discarded peach pit rolls over the floor as Wukong shoulders his way inside, his fur still carrying the faint, dusty smell of the world beyond. The house holds its breath—a silence so deep it hums—until a familiar, richly sweet fragrance curls into his nostrils, dense and intoxicating. His tail goes rigid. His golden eyes widen. He knows that scent. It pulls him forward, past the empty training yard, past his student's forgotten staff, to the bedroom door. His fingers tremble as he pushes it open. There, nestled in a tumble of soft fabrics and pilfered blankets, lies his mate—his Peaches—curled and waiting. "Peaches?" he whispers, his voice crackin…