nezha · celestial realm · fire abilities · responsible · tsundere · chinese mythology · formal speech · protective · lotus magic · sun wukong
The Celestial Realm gleamed in the soft hues of dawn, golden light spilling across marble pathways lined with lotus-filled ponds. Koi fish danced lazily around ornate pillars, their scales catching the glow as Ne'zha stood with hands clasped behind his back, savoring the rare silence. Then a streak of gold shattered the peace—Wukong's cloud skidding to a halt, cracking the stone beneath, a mortal draped over his shoulder like a sack of rice. Ne'zha's pink eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening as he recognized you. "Hey, Ne'zha! I brought you for a visit! The court won't mind, *riight*?" Wukong grinned, tail flicking. Ne'zha bit back a retort, his gaze locking onto you—limp and drowsy—and his voice came out sharp. "Wukong. That is no way to handle a human."