#sun wukong fanfiction

[cinnamonroll-anon]

LMK Wukong x Reader who is wearing peach-scented perfume and peach-flavored lip balm??? 🍑🍑🍑

Sun Wukong x Reader: Sweetest Temptations

A/n: Literally loved this idea anon! I hope this wasn't too short!

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive, Gender Neutral Reader

Sun Wukong was a very affectionate partner, he adored cuddling with you, holding your hand and of course getting spoiled by your kisses. Being his partner meant getting to know most of his antics and favorite things, the thing that stood out to you was his love for peaches. You could be running a quick snack run with him and you swear he always chooses something peach flavored, drinks, chips, candy etc. Heck one of his nicknames for you was Peaches!

Making this observation, you had decided to purchase a peach scented perfume and peach lip balm, just trying to see how he'd react. Now Wukong was wholeheartedly in love with you, he was enamored by your scent, your smile, your laugh and just about everything about you. Except for one day he noticed the change in your scent. At first he brushed it off, you were always so sweet of course you'd smell sweeter, but as time went on that smell wouldn't go away. It was becoming overwhelming, too intoxicating and unbearable for him, yet it was so familiar, the way it mixed with your natural scent was driving him mad.

You were currently over at his place, lazing around on his couch, just wanting to spend some time with him. He eventually walked up to where you were on the couch, he had this adorable pout on his lips as he glarred at you, like if he was inspecting a crime scene.

"Um, do you need something?" You questioned with a nervous smile, you were already backtracking if you had done something to upset him. He crossed his arms over his chest before he answered.

"Yes, I need answers. You changed something about you and I can't figure out what." You only raised a brow before patting the open space next to you on the couch.

"Then can you explain what it is while we cuddle? I didn't want to be lonely here with all this room." It didn't take long for him to give in and plop himself next to you, swiftly arranging himself against you. As he got closer he could feel that intoxicating scent practically drown his other senses as you held him close. He briefly moved around in your hold, letting his head rest between the nape of your neck. He took a deep breath, he could practically taste you, but still couldn't figure out that delicate sweetness he smelled on you.

"Damn Peaches, why do you smell so delicious?" He practically groaned out as he cuddled into your side, wrapping his tail around you, giving your waist a small squeeze.

"Oh? Did you finally notice? It's a peach scented perfume, I thought it would be nice to wear around. It's a comforting smell." That was it!? How had he not noticed before? He took another inhale and it was pure bliss. He didn't expect you go out of your way to do this for him, it couldn't have been a coincidence either, peaches were his favorite afterall.

"Aw, Peaches did you really do this for me? Why's that all of a sudden? Needed more of me?" He asked with a cheeky grin, practically looming over you. Your face felt hot with embarrassment as you chuckled softly.

"Maybe I did, but it took you a while to notice! I was just about to give up wearing it altogether." He laughed before leaning down and giving you a sweet kiss. Wait a minute. It felt- no, it tasted sweeter. As his lips parted from yours he quickly pressed them against you with more fervor. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your fingers tangle into his hair. His tongue swiped your bottom lip experimentally before it finally hit him, your lips also tasted like peaches.

"Peaches, were you also wearing that this whole time?" He asked between breaths as he gazed down at you. You only nodded with a cheeky smile. Oh lord, did he ever regret not kissing you sooner, no wonder your lips looked so plump and pretty. He quickly leaned down, sending a barrage of heated kisses against your lips, the ones he knows that take your breath away. The ones that make your legs weak and leave you yearning for more. Your soft lips against his, your delectable scent, it was all clouding his mind in a heavy haze. He just couldn't get enough of you and that sweet flavor. His favorite flavor. He abruptly stopped his attack of kisses to see your dazed expression, smirking in pride.

"You just had to be this tempting, huh Peaches? But tell me, can you handle the tempted?"

Lets say that after that day you were more than encouraged to wear your perfume and lip balm.

back

[marcu-bug]

First actual comic strip uwu

Context: When past Yù and her father needed sanctuary, wukong took them to ffm and basically started doing courtnapping habits like gifting, scent marking and nesting to yù without realizing. Marshall Ma ,who’s grown fond of Yù as a friend, cannot believe this idiot

The background characters were mostly baby monkeys but there are some im adding to the storyas side characters:

The guide( cloak dude oc)

Granny gibbon ( the old monkey carrying a fruit oc)

And Rinrin ( from saiyuki, shes the mother monkey in the back)

Xinyi (the baby monkey on rinrin’s back, marshall Liu is also her dad)

[aleiiii]

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ACK ACK SORRY NO PAGES LAST WEEEK

taking a lil break but here we are

slowly getting to the end of this chp heheheheheh

[journeytothewestresearch]

A Catalog of the Monkey King’s Magic Powers and Skills

I am happy to announce that I've finished my 177-page catalog of Sun Wukong's powers from all 100 chapters of Journey to the West. Fans of Lego Monkie Kid and Black Myth: Wukong, fanfiction writers, and artists will certainly find it useful.

[luwkade]

Chat I think I cooked. It needs a little more work though.

Based on this fic I wrote!

[angies-writing-blog]

Raising his hand, Wukong conjures a golden radiance that envelops you completely; its brilliance shimmering as bonds tighten around you, holding you in place as though time itself has chosen to pause just for you.

The world continues around — leaves whisper in the breeze, and in the distance, a river murmurs through the dense forest — yet you remain suspended, caught in this singular moment.

As you float in this suspended reality, he begins to circle you like a predator sizing up its prey, his focus entirely on you... almost playfully. Every movement he makes is deliberate, like a dance infused with both grace and a subtle undercurrent of menace.

The space between you narrows as he steps closer, moving with the calm assurance of someone in complete control. A palpable tension ripples through his form, coiled and ready to strike, but his eyes gleam with a deep, quiet satisfaction, betraying a sense of restrained power.

His presence commands the air around you, yet when his hand brushes your cheek, it is with a surprising gentleness—the same hand that has bent time to his will now caresses you with a touch that is both tender and charged with unspoken danger.

"Now this is more to my liking," he whispers softly, his breath mingling with yours as he leans in, allowing the moment to stretch between you, as though savoring the anticipation.

His fingers glide over your lips with the same care, their movement careful, mindful of the sharpness of his claws, a reminder of the threat that lies beneath his soft exterior.

Then, with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the tension that preceded it, his lips brush against yours— soft as a whisper. The kiss lingers just long enough to leave an indelible impression, a fleeting memory of warmth that fades like a dream upon waking.

[legomonkiefics]

👑🧡 Wukong and Macaque x fem reader — Cuddle HCs 💜🌙

Genres: Romance, Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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- Wukong is absolutely needy when it comes to cuddles. He loves the feeling of having you wrapped up in his arms, it brings him a lot of comfort to feel your warmth

- Macaque enjoys them, but has a hard time admitting that he does. He'll act like you're convincing him into it, even if in reality he's been waiting for you to ask all day

- "Geez, fine, princess. If you really want em that badly, then come here"

- The two definitely turn it competitive and compare who gets more attention than the other. They get into little bragging matches about it and everything

- "Well I had her for over an hour!"

"So? She was with me all day yesterday"

"I was busy! I had to train the kid"

"Sure, Great Sage, whatever makes you feel better"

- They get extra clingy to try and make up the difference if they think one is getting more than the other. It's not uncommon to have then randomly plop down on either side of you, both ready to ask for attention

- Wukong likes to cuddle by wrapping his arms around you, fully feeling you against his body. He loves nuzzling into your neck or shoulder, always looking to wrap you up in his embrace as much as possible

- Macaque is more the type to let you lean on him, though he will give an arm to wrap around your waist or shoulders too. He let's his tail wrap around you the most, keeping you close to him with a firm hold on your hip

- Wukong complains a lot if you try to get up before he's ready to let go. He groans and whines if you get up too early and follows behind you when you do get up since he's still feeling clingy

- Macaque tries to use more sly tactics to keep you laying down. Just subtle teasing and flirting, he likes using his charm to woo you back into his embrace. If that doesn't work then you got a grumpy monkey following you around with a tail around your waist

- They ask for it in different ways but they both want cuddles the second you come home and always before bed. They're the same amount of clingy in the early mornings too

[stupidbingus3]

This gotta be one of my fav scenes from Second Chances (Ik that technicaly Mac's fur should be black then but I love drawing him with white fur :P.) Also the outfits are inspired by @complete-clownery designs!! And of course heads down for @zephyra-in-the-house for creating this fic!!

[g3llyfish]

"WINNING"

Sun Wukong x Reader

Best friends to lovers

Confessions, Fluff, Wukong being a clingy and jealous idiot

     Being best friends with the monkey king has it's cons and pros. The pros are being able to just hang out with Sun Wukong and his monkeys in Flower fruit mountain.

     The breeze, the view, the peacefulness of the mountain itself felt like a dream not to mention his company, the laughs that you both share made you forget about your city life..

     The cons? Him being a clingy baby towards you.

     "Are there really other friends other than me?" Wukong asks again with a pout.

     You two are currently having your daily hang outs underneath his peach tree near his humble abode, you two just rambling about random stuff until the topic of you being friends with other people came up.

     "Yes? Why'd you ask? Ofcourse I have other friends, furball" You roll your eyes as you continue to eat an orange.

     "But I'm your best friend right?" Wukong asks again.

     "Ofcourse you are, I don't travel across an ocean for anyone else" You confirmed and he gave you a satisfied hum.

     A comforting silence settles in-between them while you peel another orange for the monkey to take. He took it gladly, looking at it for a moment before taking a piece and eating it.

     "Do you have other best friends?" Wukong raises his brow at you making you sigh.

     "I mean... MK and Mei are my best friend, so yeah" You shrug at his question making him cross his arms together going back to his pouty self.

     To you, this is just one if his antics to bug you but even if Wukong is acting like he's joking around, half of him was serious.

     He looks up at you peeling another orange for yourself, totally oblivious to your surroundings not knowing how much the simian admired you.

     He could not explain it what you have done to him, a spell? A cantation? Did you use some magical artifact that made his heart beat everytime you smile at him, that made him nervous everytime you come over even when you two have hung out almost everyday of the week, and how he'd melt from your touch or your laugh.

     Knowing that there are many other people than him who is better for you, knowing that you wouldn't choose him cause he is nothing but your best friend made his heart ache.

     He can't stand seeing you with someone else... He can't bare the feeling of you finding someone who is better than him.

     Who could blame him? You're literally the most thoughtful person he has ever met, you always look out for people and you always find a way to make him laugh... You being the pretties person he met is just bonus.

     While he's just the Monkey King... A mischievous demon.

     He imagined every possibility of confessing his feelings to you, even just from thinking about it makes his heart sink.

     Hey, even if he does get rejected, atleast a weight is lifted off of him, right? Right?

     "Fine, fine they're an acception, but I'm special right?" Wukong asks again, desperately wanting you to say yes.

     You gave him a stare before answering, "yes, furball, you're very special" it sounded sarcastic but it you know that it was genuine at heart.

     "That means I'm your number one right? I mean, no one else is greater than me" Wukong says with a smug smirk.

     "Don't worry, Wukong, you don't have to fight anyone to be in first place, you'll always be my first" You say, eating another orange.

     Wukong looks at you with his eyes widening up from your response, his cheeks starts to turn red while he fidgets on the fruit.

     There you again, saying stupid stuff to make him fall deeper with no sign of escaping...

     "Well..." Wukong stayeds quiet for a few seconds, his heart beating loudly once again "what if I have competitions? Hm? What if there's other people wanting to be your first?"

     "I don't think so..." You thought for a moment "you already won being my first place, my best friends of all my best friends, Are you that needy?"

     "W-what?! No!" "Aww! The Monkey king is needy for a mortal's attention!"

     Wukong's cheeks starts to spread across his cheeks to his ears while his tail flinches from your teasing.

     He scratches his arms nervously, hesitating about confessing cause of you friendzoning him. Biting the inside of his cheek, overthinking about the whole situation.

     "It's not that you dumbass!" Wukong shoves you away playfully, laughing a bit at your antics.

     "Yeah... Yeah, sure, your highness" 

     "I'm just saying, what if I want to win more?" Wukong watches you peel another orange.

     "What do you mean? What's there to win? You already won first place" "what if... I want to win you?"

     You took a piece of an orange and looks at the monkey king in confusion, your cheeks grows pink from his explanation.

     "What do you mean?" You put down your orange, giving your full attention to the monkey.

     "What if..." Wukong voice falters softly as he stutters and looks down on the ground.

     "What? I didn't hear you..." 

     Wukong took a moment, his heart starts to pound on how embarrassed and nervous he is, he tried to calm before looking up at you again.

     Gosh... Those eyes are to melt for

     "W-what if..." His words trails again, he scratches the back of his neck and swallows his pride "W... what if I want to win your heart?"

     Your cheeks starts to fume red, you were too flustered to speak, opening and closing your mouth trying to think of what to say.

    ��"What did you say?" You asked for a confirmation, still not believing that this is real.

     "What if..." Wukong sighs out trying to compose himself.

     "what if I want to win your heart? Your mind?" He repeats "your kiss...?"

     You two took a moment, an awkward moment to realize what Wukong had just said. Both of your cheeks starts to get brighter.

     "Uahaha! What came over me? I don't know either myself! I'm just joking though, don't mind me being a silly monkey--" "then win it"

     "What?" Wukong gave you a dumbfounded look, the orange piece dropping to the ground, shocked at your answer.

     "Then win it, win your kiss" You tease him again but inside you were panicking yourself.

     You have no idea if the orange haired simian, your heart beats faster as your face flushes, it was hard for you to look up at his eyes but would you avoid this opportunity to finally having your crush's intention? I think not.

     Even if it was playful flirting like what you two do from the past, you'd take the risk.

     Wukong on the other hand is having a mental breakdown in his head, like little monkeys are running around his brain panicking on what to do or what to say.

    His breath hitches before finally speaking up, "Can... Can I win it now?" He asked making you laugh a bit.

     "You're... really impatient, aren't you?" "Shut up! I'm nervous okay?!"

     You laugh a bit at his flustered state making him grumble under his breath, how come him? The Monkey King, one of the strongest being that could exist on earth feel so weak in your gaze?

     "If you want to win, I'm not stopping you" you leaned forward, taking the sight of his red face into view.

     Wukong felt himself get closer to you as he fixes your hair to get a better look at you [E/C] eyes and puts his hand on your cheek, his hands hesitating its every move.

     His eyes shifted towards your lips and back at your eyes, finding a signal or anything that says 'kiss me'. You slightly nod for him.

     His lips quivered as it presses on your's, a sigh of relief when he felt you kiss back. You could feel his tail wrapping itself around your waist as an attempt to pull you closer towards him.

     The kiss was short, it was considered as a mere peck until he went in for another but this time it was lon.

     Both of Wukong's hands on your cheeks held you in place, he is the monkey after all once he has what he wants he can't let it go.

     He could feel his heartbeat ring through his ears as both your lips synchronized with one another, your hand wrapping around his wrist to convince him to keep going.

     Yet he had to break the kiss for you both to catch some air, he smiles at seeing your flushed face, sighing at the feeling that he finally got to kiss the person he loves the most. He swears that the feeling of your kiss lingers even after pulling away.

     You both looked at eachother's eyes as you lean into Wukong's hand feeling his rough warm hand on your cheek making him chuckle.

     "Guess I won the kiss," Wukong says breathly, breaking the silence between both of you "I just have to win you now"

     "To be honest, I should've win you first before winning the kiss" Wukong commented, wearing an awkward smile making you giggle.

     "You furball..." You say, rolling your eyes before giving him a quick peck making him squeak in surprise by the sudden kiss, his cheeks flushing once again.

     "You already did"

[complete-clownery]

Uuuuh yeah so I really liked the fanfiction :]

I would talk about how much I enjoyed this amazing fanfiction rn but the fact that this is the only other time I decided to make fanart for a fanfiction I think it says enough lol

Anyways

The person who wrote this masterpiece is @cacophony-eg

And the lovely design I used for the "reader character" Si Xing belongs to @/Marcu_Bug on Twitter

Yippie-yuppie what a day

[Edit]: the design of Moon and Liu'er also belong to @cacophony-eg (though I did tweak the designs a little cuz I just can't help myself with my headcanons sorry about that)

[cinnamonroll-anon]

Make out session with lmk sun wukong?

Make Out Session: Sun Wukong x Reader

Warnings: Nsfw under the cut, spicy kisses, fluff

You swore you didn't plan for your day to go like this, but you definitely weren't regretting it. Today had been a normal day, just you relaxing on the weekend after a particularly long week. Now you were spending time with your boyfriend, Sun Wukong, who decided that you should spend the weekend over at Flower Fruit Mountain.

You had both been cuddling and watching Tv for most of the day, browsing through sitcoms, telenovelas, and of course your favorite movie. After a while, you had gotten hungry and decided to get up to make the both of you some lunch. It would be a small thank you to Wukong for having you over, not that he minded. If it were up to him, you'd already be moved in with him. You made your way into the kitchen, missing the way Wukong perked up at you leaving the comfort of his couch. You began to inspect the ingredients before figuring out what you wanted to make. You had begun to prep the ingredients, either chopping them or cleaning them, so engrossed in your task you entirely missed the sound of footsteps approaching.

"Hey peaches, what are you up to?" His voice rumbled behind you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into your neck.

"I was just going to make us some lunch." You responded, too embarrassed to look over at him. You did your best to stay focused on the task at hand, but you found yourself distracted by his actions. His hands gently ran across your waist, softly tracing your hips, teasingly sliding to your thighs before coming back up. His tail wrapped around your leg, and you couldn't help but feel engulfed by his embrace. You could feel his every breath against your neck before he slowly leaned in, letting his lips run across your skin, causing goosebumps to form across your body. He softly chuckled before finally kissing your neck tenderly.

"Something wrong Peaches? You've stopped working~". You focused back on your hands and he was right, you had frozen up. When or for how long you paused was a mystery.

"I, um, just needed a break!" You mustered up before getting back to work until you felt a rumbling feeling across your back as he leaned into you, pressing himself against you. He was purring.

"If you want a break we can go lay down on the bed. You more than deserved a nice, long, break~". He teased as his hands ran down your body. You've frozen up again, how could you have not, he's using that tone of his. The one has you wrapped around his finger.

"Peaches, I've missed you~", He'd practically purr out before pressing more loving kisses against your neck. You finally dropped what you were holding, turning around in his hold, pressing a kiss to his lips. God, it truly has been too long since you've been like this, you'd almost how good it felt. How good he felt.

He pressed you against the counter, the kiss becoming more passionate and desperate. His hands touching your body feverishly, running across your sides as he held you close. You couldn't keep track of anything, one kiss became two, then three, and then you were flopped onto the bed. You didn't even register moving into the room, less how long you were kissing. His lips were needy and demanding, showing you exactly how much he missed you. You ran your fingers through his fur before finding a spot behind his head to tug on it. He growled at your tug, softly biting your bottom lip, making you gasp. You didn't realize how sensitive your lips were, especially how they felt bruised from his intense kisses.

You greedily inhaled after you gasped, almost forgetting how to breath. Each kiss kept taking your breath away, his lips were so addictive, you couldn't help but desperately search for them every time you parted to breathe. No matter how much you inhaled, your mind had become warm and fuzzy, a haze of infatuation that would only grow more as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues danced vigorously, wrapping around each other before he pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips together. His arms caged you in-between him and the bed, his legs on either side of your hips. You both caught your breath, your chest rising and falling. He then smirked at you, loving the way your pleading eyes looked up at him. He chuckled darkly through his half lidded eyes.

"I'm not done with you yet love~"

back

[marcu-bug]

STEP 1 TO DIVORCE ARC: accidentally abandon your wife for 10 years

When wukong returned from heaven , he raced back to his wife, missing her for 10 days….. but 10 years have passed in the mortal realm. Past/ Queen yù is part mortal, she is not happy being left alone to rule a mountain on her own for 10 years. . She does forgive him later after this after some explaining but…this is just the beginning of everything crumbling apart.

Ill be making a masterlist for my art this week

Also damn this took a week- hoping this doesnt flop😭

[skywillow28022]

Shouldn't Have Looked

Wanted to experiment with colours, and I refused to draw the behemoth that is Wukong's treasure room. I actually really like how some of the layout of this came out.

How many references can you spot?

Based this off of my fic

[i-am-a-living-god]

Epic the musical inspired me to draw this for my really short kinda bad fanfic "please"

Umm the one-shot itself is pretty bad, but it you want to read it go for it lol, I'm not promising quality tho.

Sometimes you'll do a little doodle in class, decide that you want to digital-ify it and boom, before you know it you created whatever tf this is lmao

Song lyrics are from survive from epic the musical

[nonsensenook]

Chapter 1 | Torn, Placed

Synopsis: An unapologetic take on you, the reader, appearing in the world of Black Myth to accompany the Destined One on his journey.

Word Count: 2,138

Warnings: Violence

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy and join me in the indulgence!

Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - 3.5 (Optional) - Ch. 4

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You felt your legs screaming as your inner shirt clung to you with sweat. It’s been hours since today’s trek began and you truly would do anything to simply sink to the forest floor and cuddle with some nearby mushrooms to sleep. Despite passing some very inviting fungi you refrained from asking to rest. After all, this wasn’t your journey. It wasn’t your place to halt its progress as you wished. You felt you were enough of a burden to have added yourself to a story already written. Tired as you were, you could always rely on your own stubbornness to keep you going. 

The Destined One held out an arm, stopping you as he listened for any sounds ahead. Unlike you, his breathing wasn’t labored. You weren’t sure if he ever needed to sweat. He looked as he always did: composed, reliable, and ready with staff in hand. Watching him like this reminded you of the deep gratitude you held for him, one that came to be long before you stood by his side.

It’s been nearly two weeks since you appeared in this world. You don’t remember much other than vague flashes of memories. You were falling, tumbling, then a creature of unfathomable size found you. You remember bracing yourself as its claws promised a swift death. You saw a staff crash down on its head just as you fell unconscious. The next time you opened your eyes you were laying near a fire. Darkness and a lush forest surrounded you. Someone had draped a spare robe over you. That someone, you recognized, slept across from you sitting up; leaning against a tree. 

You remember staring at him, hands running through your hair in stunned silence. He was a character turned to life, one that you knew too well. After almost burning your hand in the fire to test the theory of a dream you pieced together the only logical conclusion to this illogical situation. One that you weren’t ready to accept. Your thoughts and rising panic were interrupted by the Keeper of Blackwind Mountain. 

He appeared in a whirl of smoke, waving the mist away and pointing towards you with the end of a backscratcher. He called you an “unprecedented interloper.” You couldn’t say you disagreed. The Destined One awoke to the two of you exchanging questions that neither could answer. There was the idea to have you dropped off at a human village, though this was quickly rejected as not only was it well off the course, but the Keeper had a sneaking suspicion that your presence, however “wrong” and “erroneous,” was tied to that of the Destined One’s. It was decided that you would accompany him on his journey, whether that be for a larger role you play or simply to keep you alive. You personally leaned more towards the latter. “Perhaps,” the Keeper said as smoke enveloped him once more, “once everything falls back into place, then so too would you.” 

The Destined One initially traveled ahead of you so as to scout for potential dangers. This was remedied when you both were ambushed from behind. Now he keeps pace with you, never showing any signs or indication that your slower speed frustrated him. The start of the journey was a cruel leap from what you were accustomed to, but you soon found yourself adapting. You never allowed yourself to ask for anything, not even as your feet bled or how much your body screamed at you.

Today may be easier, but that didn’t stop your lungs from feeling like they were bursting. The Destined One let his arm fall. The path ahead was clear. You took a step forward and felt your foot catch on a tree root. The Young Sage reacted quickly, catching your arm. 

“I’m sorry, let me just-” your legs took this golden opportunity to buckle under you. The Destined One put his arm under yours, shouldering your weight. He led you to sit on the root as you settled your breathing.

“I’m fine, I just need to catch my breath,” you explained, clutching at your chest. The Destined One shrunk his staff, stowing it away. He knelt beside you. To your horror you realized he was offering his back. 

“Truly! I’m fine!” you cried out, flustered. The Destined One stood back up. This relieved you till you looked closer at him. You could read how utterly unconvinced he was the way his hand resting on his hip paired with his unblinking stare. 

“You’re already carrying enough, I can manage my own weight at the very least.” You readied yourself to stand back up. In response he held up a pinky. You stopped, staring at him skeptically. He stepped towards you, hooking it onto your outer robe. He barely moved his arm before your whole body was lifted from the ground. Message clearly packaged, delivered, and received. Ever and always so silent, he placed you down and offered you his back. This time, you obediently let him carry you, ignoring the feeling of satisfaction that came from him. 

The young monkey straightened up, making you instinctively move your hands from his shoulders to wrap around his neck. He quickly understood and angeled himself downwards before he started walking. 

Your mind went from the way your chest was pressed against his back to your faces being much too close, then to the way his hands gripped your legs to support your weight. You felt yourself warming up. You weren’t sure that it was from the heat of the day anymore. With you on his back the pace quickened to where he was almost doubling the distance covered. You shoved away the feeling of guilt which nestled into your stomach. You ignored whatever dance your heart was doing in your chest. 

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Traveling with your silent companion had a difficult adjustment period. You appeared in this world with nothing but your clothing, which were shortly in tatters from your stumble into a Yaoguai’s territory. The Destined One fashioned you new clothing that could hold their own. He’d also lent you a staff, but your first attempt at wielding it had you either accidentally hitting yourself or dropping it. You thought you saw a humorous quirk of his lips when you had hit yourself on the head the third time, but that may have been the self-inflicted head injury. He had held out his hand and you wordlessly returned the staff. 

The journey was initially silent, but you eventually began filling the air with light chatter. You talked about anything on your mind on that particular day whether it be a memory, story, or particularly interesting item from your world. You weren’t sure if he was ever fully listening. He never made any indication for you to stop. In one instance you were interrupted by an archer who was shortly intercepted and disposed of. When he returned to your side he made a motion for you to continue your story about a movie you had once watched, a delight you tried to settle down. It became easier to read his subtle gestures and little facial expressions. Sometimes, you would react to him as if he were speaking aloud. You never made mention of how you knew as much as you did about him or his journey. That was the one topic you avoided. There was this strong instinct never to mention this world’s origins. It was akin to how one would avoid eating ominous mushrooms or lick questionable stains. 

With the knowledge you could share, you advised him when able. He eventually understood that telling him you’d be waiting for him at a shrine meant he was about to fight a rather powerful Yaoguai. He never questioned when you pointed out things he may have missed or the way you would let him know what sort of enemy to prepare for next. Whether he thought your instinct or intuition strong, he trusted your judgment.

At night, the Destined One would scout for a place to rest. On some lucky days he finds an abandoned home or building to stay in. On the cold nights where camp would be set outside, you’d sit closer to the fire. One morning you woke up to find your limbs wrapped around your companion. Your blanket twisted between the two of you. Your body had sought him out in the night. Even with you rousing from your stupor you found it unbearably difficult to separate from his warmth. Eventually, you did manage to unwind yourself. You had rolled over, pretending to continue to sleep for a bit longer before doing a very convincing rise and stretch. You avoided eye contact with him the first time you did this and your stories came sparingly. After the next few times you eventually realized that the days you woke up intertwined with him were the only days where he’d be the second to rise. You assumed he was graciously giving you time to leave without having to go through the embarrassed apologies you had prepared. For that you were grateful. In any case, neither of you brought it up. 

As time passed you were soon able to keep pace with the Destined One without relying on him having to carry you. The speed at which you were adapting to this world felt too quick to be natural, but you were working with too many unknowns to be sure. You thought of giving the staff another try, but your skills were just the same as when you’d started. Learned behavior did not count, unfortunately.

~

The day had been sweltering when you and your companion made camp near a spring. The Destined One had scouted the area with you before it was deemed safe to stay for the night. You were excited to be able to bathe in such a beautiful area, especially after such a hot day. You left the young monkey at the camp before going to the water. The flora around it kept you private from one another. You stripped off your clothes, letting them rest on some rocks in the light of the setting sun. You tested the water with one foot, it was refreshingly cool. You waded in till the water reached your waist, then held your breath and ducked below the surface. You emerged laughing, feeling the droplets fall from your hair. 

The water felt invigorating on your skin. You felt more than just the accumulated dirt and grime being washed off of you. You began washing your hair, trying to detangle any knots you found when you felt something squirming land on you from an overhanging tree branch. You cried out in surprise, quickly brushing off a curious little lizard. The lizard made its getaway just as the Destined One leapt into the spring, staff in hand. 

“It’s okay, a lizard just surprised me,” you explained with a small laugh, hands raised in reassurance. He looked down. You looked down. You quickly covered yourself in a panic, going lower into the water as he turned on his heel to head back in the direction of camp. You lowered your head till it was submerged again so that only the fish could hear your cries of embarrassment. You stayed longer than you wanted to in the spring until your face stopped burning and your hands began to wrinkle. Drying yourself off, you did whatever you could to shake off the mortification of what just happened. You dressed yourself, hesitating to return back to camp. What do you say to someone who just saw you naked? Do you apologize? Make a joke of it? Pretend it never happened? All were answers but none seemed correct on their own. You settled your breathing. You can go with E: All of the above.

Back at the camp you found the Destined One sitting cross legged, poking at the small fire he had made. His tail was swishing left to right, making the pattern of a fan in the dirt. You hesitated again, unsure on how to bring up what just happened. You weren’t sure how long you stood there for when the Young Sage suddenly inhaled sharply through his teeth, tossing the stick he was holding aside. He had let it burn down to a stub till the small fire reached his fingers. Seems you weren’t the only one lost in their own mind. You smiled, somehow relieved in knowing that. 

“Are you alright?” you asked, your tone light with humor. He turned to you, you saw him relax at seeing you smiling. You went next to him, then crouched down, holding out your hands. “Can I see?” 

He held out his hand, you took it between yours, looking closely for any sign of damage. His hand was large with dark nails well pointed and sharp. You felt you were brushing past his fingers with your own more than you needed to. Satisfied at seeing no wound, you let go. He held his hand there for a moment before retracting it. Wordlessly, you both stood up. You refuse to let any awkward silences stretch on, being the only one who can actually break them. 

“It’s your turn to use the spring,” you said, putting your arms behind you, “Watch out for lizards.” You mentally kicked yourself. The Destined One watched your expression for a moment, considering your warning. Then he gave a small nod and headed for the spring. You let out a held breath. This feeling will not be leaving you any time soon, but at the very least nothing’s changed as far as you can tell.

The next day, after untangling from the Destined One once again, the two of you continued onward as usual. Soon, the lush forests became bare sand as the two of you entered the next part of the journey. 

[angies-writing-blog]

Taking matters into my own hands now. Just a snippet from my self-indulgent fanfic.

Currently experimenting with different descriptive styles (souls-like fight scenes, kisses, poetic smut?). (A bit rusty, but I'll get there.)

Wukong draws you closer, his grip tightening with an almost possessive intensity. Thereby, the smoky, earthy scent of his skin fills your senses: a mix of sweat, stirred dust, and something inexplicable… something that seems to rise from the depths of his ancient soul. As his breath caresses your cheek—warm, yet perilous, like the embers of a fire on the verge of erupting—you feel a shiver run down your spine. His grasp on your face becomes firmer, but it’s no longer a gesture of force. When his lips descend upon yours, it’s as if a spark has ignited a dry grassland—sudden and unstoppable. Once felt simmering beneath your skin, the heat bursts forth, flooding your senses, burning away every last inhibition that lingered within you. His kiss grows wild, almost demanding; a raw expression of the energy that blazes within him, yet beneath it lies a deep, unspoken longing. With equal intensity, you return his kiss, feeling the roughness of his skin, his coarse hair as it brushes against yours, and his hot breath as it mingles with your own. The world around you loses all significance, melting into an impenetrable veil of darkness, pierced only by the glow of his eyes and the fiery connection of your bodies entwined.