Devotion (Delusional Sun Wukong x MK)
TW: Unhealthy and One-Sided Relationship, Toxic Mindset, and Unhealthy Amount of Worshipping.
A/N: This is a snippet, of a series called 'Three Eyes':v
It's basically a dead dove fanfic, and features two other pairings. All the relationships are to be viewed as unhealthy.
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In Terms of Appearance, Wukong saw the brunette as Plain; not someone who might catch your attention at first glance, Not someone, that makes you take a second look.
There was nothing, beautiful nor anything gorgeous about that boy.
And he'd been alive for centuries, He constantly stumbled across something, that could hold the title of enchanting, and truthfully speaking, His prodigy couldn't compare to those enchanting objects.
But here he was now, head over falls for someone so— incompetent and young.
In older scriptures, and the storybooks that Monkie King once looked at. Someone's beauty was defined by how the surroundings reacted to them.
As words, could never paint or capture ones essence. It was decided upon nature, what beauty was.
When out strolling under the moonlight. The circular crisp orb, would hide behind the puffy clouds out of embarrassment, as even the moon's could never compare, to the person.
The flowers, would return to its first form, now a delicate bud, as it felt too flustered to let the person see its blossomed state. It felt plain, and hideous compared to person.
Lastly, The birds would chirp non-stop, whenever around them.
Not out of love, nor was it singing joyous tune, rather out of anxiety, they panic as the young birds would think their presence, is worthless and just a waste of life.
Unfortunately, Mk, No. He wasn't like that at all
Nature didn't react to him that way.
They reacted to him, with mockery and in a frolicsome manner.
As the branches, would hit him straight in the face, whenever he went deep in the woods.
The sun, would always burn the mortal's eyes, and seep through his skin and the moon didn't even bother to show up, leading him into the darkness.
And the birds, or anyone animals would cling to MK's face, as an attempt to make him fall and laugh
The demon, wouldn't call him ugly. He was far from that but rather just— plain.
Wukong, couldn't see him as beautiful. He couldn't see what made him so special from the rest.
Yet, worshipped every word, that slipped out of the male's tongue.
"Practice time?" The male chipped in,happily waddling towards his role modle, blissfully unaware of his master's unspoken thoughts.
Wukong returned the gesture, with a bright smile, He always had nothing to pray for, nothing to even live for, an immortal that could feel pain but could never die from it.
Nothing to confess his sins, nor devote himself to but just a word from MK, made him go down on his knees.
If, his successor naively asked, for him to put his life in danger as a test of loyalty. He would do it in a heartbeat with no hesitation, even if his life was in danger.
"Oh wait, Is that incense?" Mk, caught a whif of scent of plum and peaches, It wasn't the same scent as fruit, rather a more smokey aroma.
The mortal, held the staff close to his chest, It was what brought them close, and surely, would aid Monkie King, in future plans.
He says, his confession freely slipping off his tongue. "Hmm, Just practicing my Spiritual belief that's all"
" You have someone, you believe in?" The brunette teased the immortal sage, before turning around and walking towards the training ground.
"You" That's what Wukong could have said, but lived long enough not to reveal such intimate secret towards someone, especially it was towards a student.
"Of course! It's me!" A lie rolled off his tongue easily. His prodigy didn't need to know.
Just to breath, in the same air as him
In the same approximation, made Wukong's fingers twitch in excitement.
His kid, was so close to him.
His presence so near, that in just one swift motion, Wukong could pull him away, but had to stop himself from doing so as there was reprecasion.
He couldn't just take him away.
Even when Wukong, wanted to keep MK, away from the world, To hide him from all the demons and any unsoliciting and impure eyes.
He couldn't.
It would make the brunette, hate him.
That he couldn't risk.
He, prayed that in the distant future, He could have his wish come true to be with MK, but miracles are for weaklings, who wait around.
Monkie King was impatient, and rash.
He'll make his own prayers come true soon enough.
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