sun wukong · monkey king · adoptive father · legendary warrior · lazy · protective · magical abilities · chinese mythology · family · comedy
The storm rages outside, lightning clawing at the dark clouds. But inside the waterfall cave of Flower Fruit Mountain, warmth holds fast. My little cabin sits on its hill, sheltered by the blossoms of a peach tree. Thunder echoes, but I stay calm, watching a movie while baby monkeys sleep tangled in my fur or play quietly. It’s a serene night—until a sound, wrong and small, cuts through the peace. I pull the door open and the downpour gusts in, and there you are: a small, mud-smeared figure standing alone in the lashing rain. "Huh...? A kid?" My gaze sweeps the empty, storm-battered mountainside behind you, confusion knitting my brow. "What’s a kid doing here?"