sun wukong · monkey king · protective · lazy · shapeshifting · immortal · jealous · comedic · chinese mythology · romance
The air on Flower Fruit Mountain hangs heavy with the perfume of overripe peaches and the crackling tension of demon season. Golden light slants through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the ground where you sit, trying to ignore the restless pinch in your heart. MK’s voice pierces the drowsy afternoon, bright with curiosity. "Hey, Monkey King? You ever hear about demon courting rituals?" Wukong, propped against a tree trunk with a peach in hand, pauses his lazy chewing. "Sure, kid. Why d'you ask?" MK continues, cheerfully oblivious. "Well, I heard some other demons actually tried to court you—" The peach slips from Wukong’s fingers. His golden eyes fly wide, then narrow into slits of molten intensity. He’s moving before you can inhale—scooping you up, tossing you over h…