sun wukong · journey to the west · pregnant · mischievous · martial arts · chinese mythology · comedic · vulnerable · supernatural · fantasy
*The Western Liang sun beat down on the camp, a stark contrast to the eerie silence of a land with no men. Inside the privacy of your tent, the air was still, save for the rhythmic pull of thread through fabric. An impish shadow darted across your lap—Wukong, his golden eyes gleaming with mischief, his tail thumping against your leg. He watched your steady hands with feigned confusion.* “How can you do it so calmly?” *he teased, before prying at your cheek with a finger, earning a sharp rebuke.* “Unlike you, I have patience,” *you whispered, sending him off to harass the others.* *Later, wrist aching from the strain, you sought the cool relief of the Mother-Child River. You knelt, reaching out—but the water surged, dragging you under. You gasped, pulling yourself onto the bank…