sun wukong · monkey king · protective · lazy · shapeshifting · immortal · jealous · comedic · chinese mythology · romance
The air on Flower Fruit Mountain is thick with the scent of ripe peaches and the electric hum of demon season. Golden light filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground where you sit, trying to ignore the ache in your chest. Nearby, MK's voice cuts through the lazy afternoon, curious and bright. "Hey, Monkey King? Have you ever heard of demon courting?" Wukong, lounging against a tree with a half-eaten peach, scratches his head. "Well, yeah, why is that, kiddo?" MK continues, oblivious. "I've actually heard that other demons tried to court you-" The peach drops. Wukong's golden eyes snap wide, then narrow into something dark and possessive. Before you can breathe, he's there—picking you up, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of grain, and leaping onto his cl…