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Puppy Love | sun wukong reborn.

cw: fluff-angst ig. PLATONIC relationship. reader is 14 yrs. old and acts like a 14 yrs. old, and wukong keeps being an asshole. sensitive issues for certain audiences regarding menstruation and menstrual cramps.

female pronouns here ! sorry for bad english, I am not a native speaker and I still have difficulties using gn pronouns. apologies if I sound rude, please enjoy. ✨

“I really can't believe it.” Sanzang muttered, his tall, peaceful posture bent into a grimace of confusion. “poor child, may buddha illuminate her eyes.”

The demons around their master looked at each other, curious and more than anything; somewhat embarrassed. It was going to be a rather strange day, especially if Sanzang had been quite observant with one of his companions, you.

the pains in your stomach didn't seem to go away, your feet cramped every time you crumpled them in the palm of your feet and the headache seemed to make you want to vomit.

You had been away from the group for a moment, being surrounded by men was not easy, especially with Wukong's insensitivity once you commented that you were not feeling well and, magically it had all ended in a big discussion like all the others.

“asshole.” you muttered, Bai Long Ma, who was drinking water from the nearby river, gave you a quick glance, squeaking before slowly drinking again, as if affirming your words to the monkey.

your hand slowly peeled the peel of the fruit between your fingers, eating the fruit slowly and gently hoping the pain would stop, but it just wouldn't seem to go away, it was unbearable.

“I still don't understand how you were able to bring a brat to this kind of 'important stuff'.” of course, the monkey king was never silent; he never shut his mouth, nor did he think, everything he said came from his soul. maybe that's why you ended up crying sitting on a rock while his words carved you alive.

“Don't be such a jerk to the little sister!” Bajie jumped to defend you quickly, his scowl and accusing finger pointing at the demon king angrily. “Have some respect, you made her cry!”

“That made you fall low.” Sha Wujing followed him, almost in a low whisper once his large orbs followed the pages of the text he held in his hands. Wukong only clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“She asked for it.” He accused, crossing his arms as he stretched his mouth to the side in boredom, as if it wouldn't hurt him to have seen your scowling face and teary eyes until you ran off, probably shouting a loud "I hate you!" at him before disappearing with Tang's horse down the river.

“She is a child.” Tang Sanzang finally mumbled again, his hands finely cupping the bowl of water he had brought to his parched lips and throat. “It was my fault, I should have known about this.”

your hand took the peony gently, resting the stem against your palm as you took a moment to look at it, not wanting to pull out its roots or hurt such a beautiful flower. It was delicate and perfect, its petals precious and its scent enchanting, no one would ever try to harm it.

Without noticing it, the tears had returned to your eyes, the way you thought about it made you reflect for a moment, I wish you had been a flower and not had to face the hard moments of life since you were born.

you could be a flower, delicate and beautiful, people would envy you for your beauty, they would fight for you and you could become so, so important that a lucky young man would give it to his partner as a sign of love.

it felt so unreal.

This was an unreal world, wasn't it? you always had to be cautious about this kind of thing, to prepare yourself mentally for the kind of things you would face someday and in a short time, to go on with the heritage of life.

maybe... you should have listened to your mother and got married, performed the ceremony in your home and lined her pockets with money to live an unhappy life with someone you didn't know.

you were twelve years old when you ran away from home, it took you to get out of there and break your knees on the way to a Taoist temple and beg forgiveness for your actions until a monk taught you the true nature of the world.

you had remembered that this would be the last time you would cry, but here you were. somehow, you had become sensitive from a spontaneous moment, the pain had disappeared and now there was the salty sea waves.

You never thought you would meet demons, or form bonds with them, especially if you could boast that you had the monkey king himself as one of your bodyguards.

Zhu Bajie never tried to look at you with eyes other than the most protective ones, Sha Wujing preferred to sell his pride rather than to see you saddened, Tang Sanzang wanted to show you the true beauty of life and Sun Wukong... he....

Wukong was able to show you the world, take you to the top of Mount Laojun and look at the views around the mountains and hills, take your hand and hold your waist when he proposed to carry you on his cloud, smash skulls of monsters that barely looked at you and keep you away from danger as long as necessary.

“No— no, ” you shook, a lump in your throat at the thought of Wukong as someone else. perhaps it had all started as simple admiration, then it was a greater like- my god, you were a child without the knowledge of how to love.

It was all a mistake, you should never have gone with them, nor risked your lifeᅳ but you didn't want to get married either! see the taste in your parents' smile but never be able to feel it on your face, not even if your hands were forced to lengthen your mouth, you would die with the same frown on your features.

You had to give up a part of yourself if the journey required it, you would lie down on the filthy ground at the cost of running away and starting a new opportunity in your own new world, you would be happy and blessed under the wings of the greatest bird in the world, who would give respect and consideration in pursuit of your happiness.

“ha... dumbass,” you sighed, using the sleeves of your rags to quickly dry your wet eyes, letting the peony move freely in the air, your hair followed suit, letting itself be carried away by the warmth of the cool air a few hours before sunset.

Bai Long Ma flexed on the grass, his muzzle on the greenish grass and his attention on you, the sinews of its hooves on alert for any sudden movement of nature enough to run off at the speed of light... dragging you by the neck of course.

“monkeys are so stupid,” you bit your tongue, your shoulder blouse wiping your previously wet cheek. “so dumb, Wukong is dumb.”

Returned, the horse nodded in its own style. Letting your emotions out, you felt understood for a moment before turning away from the gentle call of the rushing water, and letting yourself rest after hard moments of overthinking about the journey and how it would end.

After an hour, the group of elders managed to find you and let you one by one see how you were in good health, carrying you to the makeshift bed of warmer and softer sheets for you, trying to apologize without the eagerness to talk; especially how Wukong decided to take care of you when the others went to the nearest town to buy supplies for their long and hard journey ahead.

Those big, golden animal eyes managed to keep you calm and collected throughout your day of finally deserved sleep.

#sun wukong x reader #jttw #jttw x reader #jttw fanfic #young reader #platonic relationship #ancient china themed

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sweet-sourpeach · 1 year

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so all Wukongs are himself, uh?

let me see a good thought abt it... oh, yes.

marrying reborn wukong, maybe it's not a good choice at the first time because of his damn attitude like, you two won't even act like a married couple, nothing too 'corny' for the king.

It will be a bit complicated, you know? Wukong loves you with all his stone heart, but he's not so accustomed to showing love to open public... he got so embarrassed when Bajie points it out and laughs at him.

but then, oh, nezha reborn Wukong def makes u feel better.

old man is a SIMP, a really big one.

he's so in love with you, that big junk house would have a million pictures of when you two got married in the... thousand years ago ?

obv the first one; the traditional drawing, when the cameras didn't exist and a kind deity from heaven granted you the wish to see yourselfs there, painted on a fine and luxurious sheet of white paper, the most fancy one at the time.

later then, with the advancement of technologies, the photo continued to be formed little by little. From the dawn of time to the 2000s, Wukong's face without even changing after all the years, his goofy smile and tail making a heart shape without even him noticing.

100% sure he made those heart eyes out of his mask just for you, he now had to show the mere mortals how fabulous and beautiful his wife is! changing them at the speed of light when you just walk through some door.

There's a big ahh painting of ur wedding photo right at the head of the house, so when you go out for something or just for a walk, Wukong likes to sit on the couch while drinking and admires you so devotedly in love.

he's really, really a loving husband simp. trust me.

sorry for bad english!

#sun wukong x reader #jttw #jttw x reader #nezha reborn #monkey king reborn

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