Can I request a yandere Wukong scene? Possibly with his love attempting to 'politely' leave.
-Phoenix 💗💗💗
His fiery eyes met yours. his own eyes, the one that could shake every demon or deity from their own feet, those ones that could make the strongest warriors run away, were clouded by anxiety and startledness. Those eyes never stopped to reflect in your own; those pairs of gems that he wished to treasure, to keep forever near him, that he loved and adored, were stone cold, full of a kind of determination that he could even love if it weren't for those words that he never imagined to hear from you.
"...You want to...do what?" He had heard very well; he just couldn't believe that you could—
"I'm leaving, Wukong. I'm leaving this place and you."
He knew that something was off with you since he had come back to you and to the others. Since he had brought those peaches and that wine, while everyone feasted in happiness for the return of their king, your eyes looked with horror at everyone.
You knew those things; you knew for what purpose those were made, and you knew how much damage it was done. Not like that was the first time; oh no, no, you had always seen how many times the Great Sage had angered the heavens, how many times he had created so many damages that would have brought only pain to everyone. Or was it when he confided only to you that he had stolen those immortal pills?
He never wanted anything that he couldn't obtain, and of course he didn't want that.
"Leave?" He stood up, throwing away like nothing the small cup. "You can't leave! To go where?!"
"Back to the Celestial Palace. I don't want to be involved in this any longer, especially with you."
He could take everyone, every blow, every fight, but those words, that calm and cold voice. No, your voice was gentle, full of warmth and love! He jumped down from his throne, getting closer to you, hoping that maybe this was just a big sad joke.
"You can't go back! We promised to stay together forever, remember! You and me!"
"I do remember," you spoke, never diverting your eyes from him, "as I remember that I told you not once, but several times, that the more you defy the Celestial Court, the more damage you'll bring. That's the main reason."
It was the first time that you ever saw his face contorted in such a shocked expression. You could have said you were almost satisfied, but you wanted to cut every tie with him, even that.
"Especially now. I'm sure that they'll come here to punish you... and I know you far too well to know that you won't accept that without a fight. That's why I'll go back and plead for forgiveness—for you and for me. Accept this as a parting gift."
He couldn't believe those words; you wanted to go back?! To the ones that always had looked down on you?! How could you believe that asking for forgiveness could be a good idea? Of course they'll never give it to you! You rushed, trying to reach for your shoulders, but you made a big step behind, avoiding him.
"YOU CAN'T! They'll kill you on sight or torture you! I can handle everything! I'll make sure that we'll get the respect we deserve, but you need to stay!"
"We'll never be respected! Can't you get it?!" You finally raised your voice, "I'll be forever a mere servant, and you a stable boy! Nothing will change!"
How could you say that?! Of course it could be changed! He wanted to make you more of an empress of the heavens, and he wanted to be your emperor! What else were you two supposed to be, especially since he knew that both of the leaders of the Celestial Court were inferior?!
You turned around, walking away from him and his so-called love, away from his delusion of greatness for you and himself.
"As I say, I'll plead for you. I hope you can find some peace..."
You started walking away; his world was walking away from him... He didn't want that; he wanted everything. He had everything...and you were more than his everything.
Suddenly, two strong arms embraced you from behind; the weight of his body made you bend on yourself. Such a kind gesture, so full of love and tenderness... you started to struggle, to move, to get away from him. You didn't want that love; you didn't want him!
"Wukong! Let me—
"I can't; I'm sorry, I can't. I love you so much, and... and forgive me..."
His grip started to get stronger, tightening. You felt his arms starting to painfully squeeze your belly, your organs and muscles contorting. You started to punch him, trying to make him move, while the air in your lungs started to get out little by little. Instead, his grip got stronger and tighter, forcing your body to take everything.
"Forgive me; I'm doing this for us."
CRACK
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Cheers and laughter came from the royal banquet. All the generals were reunited before the great battle against the heavens, ready to obtain their rightful place in the royal court with their new emperor on his throne.
Wukong cheered again with his sworn brother, Liu, drinking wine and eating the fruit, careless about what was going to happen in the morning.
"Say, brother," the marshal asked, "where is your beloved wife? Haven't seen her in this time. I wished I could talk to her..."
"Ah," Wukong said with calm and nonchalance, "she's been sick in recent days. I don't have the heart to force her out..."
"Oh, my apologies... It is possible to pay a visit to her then?"
"As much as I would like to, she asked me to keep everyone away; she's afraid of making others sick."
"Always so thoughtful, you—"
A loud scream and a crash. Suddenly, the table fell silent, all eyes falling to the door where the sound seemed to come. It seemed like the voice of-
The sound of Wukong's cup on the table got back everyone's attention. He smiled, like nothing happened, sighing and starting to walk towards the door.
"It seems like my beloved wife needs me now. Please continue; I'll be back in no time!"
He seemed so calm, but Marshall Liu felt something in that tone. He was... angered?
Wukong walked towards the source of the voice, knowing exactly what was happening and how bothersome it was.
A door, at the end of a staircase, closed under a spell that only Wukong could break and remake when he needed, and inside, on the ground, your broken body.
Your hair was unmade, your eyes sunken and red from the cries, and your hateful expression when he met you. You must have fallen from your bed, and, not so far from you, a shattered vase full of medicine. He sighed, walking towards you, and, despite your protest, he put you back on the bed.
"I told you to stop moving too much."
"Don't you dare touch me again!"
"You need to calm down; you broke the medicine for the pain. You're going to miss another night of sleep."
"I wonder WHO did this to me!"
He stopped, holding his rage against your remark. He did enough already.
"When I win this battle, BECAUSE I WILL, I'll make you a queen...an empress! You just need to hang in there a little longer; I'll make everything perfect."
"And who's going to even consider an empress someone that can't even feel her legs?!"
He grasped your face, holding it straight to his face, forcing you to look at him.
"Everyone, or I'll kill them myself. You got it?!"
You did, and so you spit in his face. He didn't react; instead, he just decided to leave you to calm down. He knew that you would understand everything in the end.
