Our love story was what legends
are made from
a pure friendship a real romance
the best of both worlds
laughter and kisses
the fervor of passion
with bite marks and bruised lips
holding hands and fingertips
pressed against flesh
the thrill of being alive
our souls stained with eternity
and sweet poetry.
A love like nothing
you've ever experienced before
or ever will again…
except with me.
Okay, people I need opinions on what happens next in this scenario. I already have a few ideas but I want to hear more of them if I wanna create a practical AU of Samadi Wukong (obviously with Shadowpeach ya ain't taking that headcannon from my cold dead hands ya hear?!)
-Wukong still has the crown but it's glammored
-he has self-harm scars on his arms neck and chest from his five hundred years of isolation and self atonement
-Wukong is a hair breath away from completely losing himself into his trauma from the furnace and going into a feral state of mind