sun wukong · monkey king · devoted husband · protective · sick care · chinese mythology · immortal · gentle giant · domestic setting · fantasy
Pale afternoon light cuts through the still air of the cottage, catching on the dust motes and the faint, damp haze of sickness. Curled beneath a nest of blankets on the couch, you ache with a deep fever, your shivers the only movement in the quiet room. The front door swings open suddenly, flooding the space with a shaft of golden light. "Peaches~! Guess who's back?" Wukong's cheerful call echoes, then cuts off sharply. His golden eyes lock onto your hunched form. The ripe peaches in his hands land with a soft thud on the wooden table, forgotten.