LMK request one-shots

Loneliness Is Like a Disease

(This prompt was from @Jack_Wukong, who wanted a yandere Wukong. It ended up being way, way slower than I'd meant, so this chapter's more just Wukong and MK fluff really but there will be a part two! Where things escalate a little.

I think this is basically how normal Sun Wukong would end up yandere, without any major personality differences. It's a slow descent basically, and doesn't get bad until the next chapter.

Oh! And it's platonic yandere like Macaque's chapter was.)

   

Wukong had been described with a bunch of words in the many, many years he'd been alive but one of the most common ones was impulsive. Which, fair. He had done a lot of impulsive things in his long life. It wasn't his fault though. He saw something and just had to have it. Like the peaches. Like status and immortality. Wukong saw power and strength he didn't yet have and wanted.

He didn't really think it was a bad thing the way others seemed to. If anything, Wukong was proud of himself for having the ability to want something and then take it no matter what anyone else said. Immortality was his to take, lives were his to take. 

What he wanted he took and then- 

Then the mountain happened. Then he met his master and suddenly the only thing he wanted was his freedom but it was unattainable.

He wanted that damn fillet off his head but that too was unattainable and instead, he was nothing more than a glorified babysitter, forced to bend to the monk's morals or risk pain. He wanted to kill him, at first, but then the journey somehow became fun. 

Moments of camaraderie and friendship left Wukong's chest full and singing. He found he liked the feeling, and kept it close as these strangers became friends and then friends became brothers and even when they drove him mad he still was glad they were there with him, also trapped on this journey that Wukong didn't hate quite so much anymore. 

Then Macaque came and attacked and almost ruined what Wukong wanted and in his haste he killed him, leaving the cooling body of his old best friend behind to enjoy the momentary joy of the people around him. He hadn't realized it yet, but that was going to be his biggest regret.  

His thoughts were filled with what they'd do once the journey was finished and having his brothers at his island having a good time made him smile and he couldn't wait to get this fillet off his head. That was what he wanted.

Years and years later, once all was done, it turned out that wasn't what they wanted though, and Wukong didn't understand. 

They visited but it was never enough, and Wukong was immortal.

They weren't.

Wukong hadn't even thought about it until suddenly it was too late and he was alone. He had his glory, his mountain, his title and yet suddenly sadness gripped him. There were still fights to stop though, so Wukong busied himself and kept moving, keeping his feelings deep down until it all came to a head one day once he'd heard news of DBK, his old sworn brother attacking the mortal realm.

He didn't enjoy fighting what was once a friend and when it was over and the staff was buried in the ground seeling him off Wukong let it go, deciding then and there that he just wanted to be done with all this. Of course, what Wukong wanted he did, so he officially retired from 'heroing' and stayed on his island, isolated but untouchable as the years passed.

He stayed in touch with human society as it evolved, watching like he wasn't a part of it at all as slowly villages turned to towns and towns to cities and every new invention Wukong greedily discovered and coveted, stealing things he liked and keeping them without a second thought.