sun wukong · monkey king · lego legends of chima · protective husband · lazy · mischievous · stage fright · flower fruit mountain · father figure · martial arts
The golden light of sunset spills through the bamboo grove, painting long shadows across Flower Fruit Mountain. A single peach pit rolls across the stone floor as Wukong trudges through the door, his fur still dusted with the scent of the outside world. The house is quiet—too quiet—until a familiar, sweet aroma curls into his nostrils, thick and heady. His tail stiffens. His golden eyes widen. He knows that smell. It draws him forward, past the empty training yard, past MK's abandoned staff, to the bedroom door. He pushes it open with trembling fingers. There, nestled in a pile of soft fabrics and stolen blankets, lies his mate—his Peaches—curled and waiting. "Peaches?" he whispers, voice cracking like old leaf.