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Petty Queen Macaque Au

Okay so it's my first time posting on here,but I gotta share my ideas somewhere.

(My art below)

This au takes place after the confrontation with the Jade Emperor. Wukong gets sealed under the mountain as usual. Macaque and Wukong have their fight under the mountain, but alongside leaving Wukong there alone, Macaque decides to be petty.

He decides f this and goes to run Flower Fruit Mountain his way to prove he doesn't need Wukong.

But finds that in order to gain the trust of the other monkeys living there, he needs to find the most believable way to take the throne. Wich just so happens to mean exploiting the unclarified "friendship" they had and spinning it into a fake marriage (with proper documents ofcourse, Macaque's scheming is very carefully planned). Since Wukong is preoccupied, who would be able to object to his claim?

Also magic

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Chapter 5! Also Happy Pride Everyone!

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Petty Queen Macaque Au

(Part 25)

Macaque lays limply on the ash-covered sand, not daring to move even an inch incase the unbearable pain chooses to return... His glamors have long since been discarded in the need for sustainable magic during the heat of battle. It was too uncontrolled to risk keeping on.

His veins feel like their thin layers were charred...

....What...was that back there.?.. All of that...raw power... Was...was that his?...

It left his insides inflamed, as if an otherworldly beast had threatened to burst out from his body of flesh and shadow.

Macaque runs his tounge over his bottom lip, the one left bleeding after he'd bitten it in his pain-addled state. His blood tasted vile, like sharpend metal aged and soured by the crafted ways of this unexplained power. Left behind was a splintering headache and the constanst pulsating agony from his physical injuries.

Layed out under the slowly setting sun ,accumulating rot just outside the queens view, was that once loud and vulgar king. The foul stench of death cloaks the monkey demon's senses, no heartbeat could be heard from where his enemy once stood... As far as Macaque was concerned...the Demon King of Confusion was dead....

"At least I did something right" His mind supplies while he starts to get used to the unnerving state of his own body, brutally battered and pushed past it's limits...

His burry vision starts to grow dark until the sound of frantic footsteps aproaches, alongside a quickened heartbeat and a distressed call.

"Your Majesty!? Hey!... Are you out here? I'm starting to think you made way with the wind. Please tell me I'm wrong!"

The shadow demon sneers at the sudden loud sound, but musters everything he can to return a shout.

"...over- *cough*.. here Ba!"

The tall monkey's head turns and he takes off towards the queen, a bag of things shakes about while secured to his back. The mismatched armour made him hard to mistake, stolen form older generals throughout the years, it fit awardly on the lanky young man.

"Mac!..Oh thank the stars I your alive! I was not looking forward to explaining to everyone what-...happened... Yeesh you're looking ROUGH."

The queen groans... While he's not displeased to see the other, Ba was bearly trained to handle such situations. He was an incredibly skilled slacker that only bearly managed his guard position while Wukong was around...yet somehow was one of the few that managed to avoid getting whiped out by DKC... If Macaque had the time to think about it he'd say he was impressed..

"Thank you, Ba, I did not realize with all the agony I apear to be in."

Ba kneels down by the shadow monkey's side and takes the bag off his back.

"Well atleast your conscious enough for sarcasm and hey the half dead look fits your mystique."

The tall monkey pulls out some bandages to carefully close Macaque's open wounds.

"Not what I was going for"

Ba shrugs, pushing his queen's fur to the side to address the splinter filled wound on his arm. He takes note of those many ears layed visible to the sun.

"I figured, nice ears though, I always wondered why you had such good hearing"

Macaque's body goes rigid. His eyes scan Ba's face... He knows... This lowly guard has seen the very thing Macaque had been desperately trying to hide for centuries.... The thing that has gotten him chased out of every place he'd ever tried to find some sense of normalcy in.. This unholy mutation that scarred each part of his past before the Great Sage was around... and yet...this monkey was treating his wounds like it was no big deal... He saw something no reasonable god would curse apon a mortal and just went, "nice".... The queen was baffled. How could Ba just... continue as if this were nothing special...? Wukong had at least expressed curiosity... Was this man mad?....

The sight of Ba raising an eyebrow caught Macaque's attention.

"Your majesty...?"

No matter, he'll think more about it when his head stops pounding...

"How did you even find me? You were supposed to be guarding the others..."

"Oh that. I saw you get flung into the air and assumed it wasn't a very graceful fall, hence the bandages."

"Are they alright?"

"The others? They should be fine and if we can get you back before that dickface of a King returns you'll be fine aswell"

"No need to rush...I took care of it"

Ba pauses...a look of disbelief covers his face.

"What?...You mean he's really-...?"

"See for yourself"

Macaque shakily points to the side. Ba stands from his position to look over....shurely enough...a pile of purple stained flesh clinging to the remnants of a deformed skeleton lay partly burried by the mixture of ash and sand...

"Gods....you can't even recognize his face..."

"Mhmm..."

The sight of that slack jawed carcass made him nauseous...

"Remind me to never anger you...He's been reduced to bearly anything at this point..."

Ba walks over, hands trembling as his thoughts spiral to everyone he'd lost under the will of this dead man.... He's free... everyone is finally safe... Gods have mercy...

He let's his anger rise as the otherworldly purple glow still eats away the history of that maniac...

With one final show of disrespect, he spits on the corpse...

"A fitting fate. Vile excuse of a being..."

"Now let us get you back to the people"

Macaque hisses as his body is moved into the other monkey's arms. He can feel the strained muscle and worn bone cry out as they're disturbed.

"Apologies your highness"

The shadow demon shakes his head. Gesturing for Ba to continue.

"..do what you must.."

As Macaque is lifted from the ground the taller monkey notices the small purple glow at his feet...

"Wait...is that....a plant...?"

"What...?"

Macaque looks down...how had he missed that...?

"A ...flower bud... growing in the celestial ash...."

"Impossible..."

"No, my eyes do not deceive me so easily"

After centuries of trying....finally... something is able to overcome the destruction that poisoned this land...

"We'll be back for it... we'll need to clean up the corpse anyway."

Ba nods, though his shocked expression does not fade...

"Fair, no use in trying to study it while your own body may be deteriorating... That smell might aswell be a weapon in itself... Glad to see the bastard gone though."

(Part 1)...(Previous)...

(Sorry for the long wait and short part)

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Chapter 4 is up!

Love to you all for being patient with me ^v^

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So I think you stated that you also wanted to do other au can I ask about them? For example, an apocalypse one is it related to season 5 of LMK, or is it something else that causes apocalypse? And why are Macaque and Wukong the only ones that are still standing?

You can ask about it. I'm probably not going to write the fic though,because I'm already a lil desperate to find time for the pqm au between everything else I've got at the moment.

This is sort of my enterpretation of the season 5 pillar incident, where Mk averts his "destiny", but things go sideways as the cycle tries to end without him. People are displaced, necessarily dead just injured and lacking large portions/ if not all of their memories.

Since Wukong was a sort of "alternative catalyst" for the new cycle, he was deamed him as a sort of fail-safe if things didn't go as planned and thus wouldn't be useful if he lost all his memories.

Macaque's case is a little different, his magic was tainted with a different sort of power, likely chaos magic, that interfered with the memory wipe. Seeing as it wasn't supposed to happen in the original cycle.

The world is kindoff in this wierd limbo, most of the world's terrein is changed, everyone is lost.

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So who exactly are these elders? You mentioned them before that they were people part of wukong's previous reign? Do they have names and do they ever change their minds in the future?

*Sees chapter 24* man, poor Macaque when you won the battle but lost the war

So unrelated, but how old are both Macaque and Wukong ?

There are different sets of elders.

The ones that were there when Wukong was the sole ruler.

Then Wukong scribbled some of the monkies' names out of the book of the dead.

Most of those original elders weren't able to get their names scribbled out while Wukong was in such a rush, but some of them were.

So after 500 years of Macaque's rule only the "original monkey's" that got their names removed (Not counting their descendants) were there to really claim the title of elder.

Also, they also lost their ability to age, however they can still die via injury like Macaque in the original timeline. So those that were old originally stayed that way, while others like Ba are physically at a younger age.

Not all of them are a part of the kingdom still, some of them made more independent communities for one reason or another.

As for how old Wukong and Macaque are, I don't even think they truly know since neither of them really age physically. But Macaque is over 4 thousand and Wukong is over 5 thousand.

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Petty Queen Macaque Au

(Part 24)

(450 years ago...)

The sun bakes cruelly against the ash covered ruins of a forest the kingdom has been trying to rewild for years...The potent traces of celestial magic, left behind by the those devastating flames from decades prior, had corroded each new plant that dared hope to grow in that soil.

Beads of sweat run down Macaque's forhead as his hands grip his staff shakily.... He had been fighting for weeks on end... The stench of dead bodies follows him endlessly. It is the smell of his deepest failure as a ruler.... Letting this man infront of him kidnap, torment and murder the citizens the shadow ruler was supposed to be protecting....

The demon king of confusion stands towering over monkey demon's lean build... His very breaths are a mockery of Macaque's feeble pants...

He has bearly broken a sweat. The other had been dashing across the island to lead those innocent civilians to shelter... Before being dragged by the scruff of his neck into the clearing of burnt stumps and regret. There was no hiding here, no shade to slip in and out of...

The queen's lungs felt like they were giving out, his legs screamed in agony while he repeatedly dodged the swings of the demon king's gigantic sword. His eyes burned from lack of sleep... Every portal... every strike, blocked, useless. His magic refused to listen under the strong sun. He could feel it maneuver restlessly in his chest, begging to be let out, building and building as Macaque's heart started to beat fast like a humming bird... His head felt like it had been pierced by an iron spike while his exhaution seemed to be winning out.

Every yell from the DKC's mouth would cause excruciating pain for his 6 ears, rattling his balance and turning his nerves to fraying pieces of string. His very bones were in a state of panic.

He can't fail here, not yet.

These people deserve a safe life and he can't give them any of that while laying six feat deep.

Macaque's wrists take shock after shock...trying to block every attack, ignoring the fact that the world was almost moving under him and his tounge felt like sandpaper by this point.

The demon king of confusion was able to knock the shadow monkey's staff out of his hands... Bringing down his sharp blade that would've sliced the monkey clean in half if he had not dove out of the way.

"Ha! You're still as weak as the last time we fought! The king's most embarrassing copy cat.... Fast strikes, superficial shows of strength, reckless strides your body was always too frail for....Always just that bit too much like him..."

Macaque reaches for his staff before aiming a poorly planned hit. The demon king hissed slightly in annoyance. Unfortunately for the shadow demon, he gets chucked onto hard sun-baked rocks.

"You aren't solid stone you know... You're a flimsy cast on the ground."

A metal toed boot meets Macaque's ribcage with enough force to buise horrendously... He summons the magic in his core just enough to faze slightly into the darkness cast by the nearby boulder.

"Did Erlang and his heavenly army not kick you around enough for you to rub together an extra braincell or two?"

Macaque gets punched square in the jaw before he can sink through..

He tries to recover, summoning shadows to try and hold the king back, just until his nausea quells and he can think of a plan. The demon king's voice retains it's mocking undertone.

"Do you still hear them? Their shrieking pleas as the fire tore their flesh from bone...? Does it still bring you shame?...Or did that simian already make you a glutton for humiliation?"

Macaque growls as the sounds ring through his mind without permission. He can feel the shadows become squeamish under the light, forcing him to use more magic.

"Keep their names out of your foul mouth!"

The king violently rips appart the shadows, before launching a bolder at their weilders head. Causing the other to duck. His knees feel like they're splintering as he stands up once more.

"Defeat after defeat, oh if only being pathetic was a sport hmm? You'd finally take the spotlight...wouldn't that be a welcome change...? "

The queen topples over, his vision swimming, before he gets kneed in the gut.

"You always were his most loyal warrior... You followed him everywhere like a pathetic dog licking at his boot... Acted like a good little soldier doing whatever your ruthless king wanted.."

Macaque grasps at the magic inside him, fighting to keep himself awake.

"You sat like a little dainty prop while he slaughtered countless men just trying to do their jobs... You truly believed he valued you for anything more than what you could do for him..? The same man who broke celestial treaties for some wine and fruit..?"

The shadow monkey takes laboured breaths, his arms feel numb...viens felt like they were being filled with scalding water....

"He-h...e didn-"

The demon king janked away Macaque's staff..

"You never weilded a wepon"

He breaks the staff, then sinks the splintered wood into the monkey demon's arm.

"ACK!-"

"You were the weapon...a decorative one...just another collectable against his wall while he glorified his own stick..."

Macaque drags himself backward, managing to shadowportal a distance further, he's too incoherent to get far... His skin is crawling with concerned whisps as he begins to cough violently...

The demon king of confusion gets hold of Macaque's jaw...

"You even followed him right into bed hmm? Was it cushy sitting on the stolen silk? Did you feel treasured having someone look at your body for something other than your potential in war? Or as an unholy disgrace to life? Did the little piece of paper make you feel important to him? Did you think a man that bearly thought of tomorrow would be a committed lover?"

The queen tries to squirm away.

"Were the brief nights of pleasure worth the humiliation of knowing you were nothing but a tool to an overgrown selfish brat...? He couldn't even bother to tell the rest of the world he'd claimed you.... You believed a man like that was faithful....?"

The demon king tightens his hold.

"Did you feel loved...hearing those sweet lies in those many ears of yours...? Your loyalty to eachother was empty... He tricked you in your heart and in your mind... And you're foolish enough to clean up his mess like the good little wife he made you into... "

Macaque gets flasbacks of Wukong..

Bright...caring...brave Wukong....

Then the face of pure resentment he saw in the dim light from under the mountain."Run off...like you always do..", he said... "You ment nothing to me", Macaque heard...

The DKC looked at the panicked streaks of magic, releasing the monkey's jaw so he could suffocate the little whisps in his palms with a morbid fascination.

"You don't even have control over those powers of yours...do you?... The clones, the transformations... you've only mastered what he tought you.... How sad... so used to enacting his orders...your magic bearly responds to you..."

Macaque stares at him in the eyes...thoughts spinning...

"Weakend by the Sage shaped mold you've cast it in... And now...it's eating you alive..."

The demon king of confusion lifts the queen up by his neck, ignoring his chocked sounds before carrying him to a mound of fallen soldiers. Then letting tossing him against the ground beside it...

"Look...you can see your future. Too bad your dearest isn't here to save you huh?..."

The king laughs and starts to admire his handywork.

With every ache from a shattered bone in his body... Macaque...feels something...something deep....Something he could never even begin to know the words to describe...

"I wonder who I'll take next...maybe your measly general... What was his name...Ba? How uninspired of a name....He would make a lovely personal servant.... though he might be more useful as a bathrug... Wouldn't you a agree your highness ?"

He recognizes that feeling now....

Rage...

A powerful one....

And without another word...he's back on his feet....

Those eyes...a vacant purple glow. Blood like crude oil spills from the corners of his lips... His hands feel frozen...as if paused alongside time itself...

His limbs constort unnaturally.. like he's become the sole puppeteer of a body he can bearly recognize..

The midday sun becomes blacked out...a tarp of unnerving darkness has been painted like spilled ink...His thoughts were empty..a solid void from sheer agony and overwhelming sensation...

The demon king's eyes are fixed in terror...like a trainwreck he can't look away from...

Before he can mutter a single word...There's a hand on his chest.... and then... he feels it... The cruelest tourment he had ever experienced in his thousands of years in the mortal realm... As if his nerves were ripped out and tugged on like they were some twisted instrument.. He felt his very soul start to flizzel out.... Uncaring purple orbs stare him down in the artificial night...ensuring that they are the last thing he'll ever witness..

.... His blood goes still... His body runs cold...

...His corpse meets the ground....

Finally... the quiet returned.... Thank the gods....

The six eared monkey's legs give out...his palms dig into the ash covered soil.... as tears continue to soak the earth...

Pain...

So...so much pain...

He presses his head to the ground in hopes the flesh tearing sensation would stop... He calls out to whatever force of mercy still exists for him...

"P-please...please,please,pleasepleasepleaseplease..."

"Make it stop..."

Then suddenly... The sun shines through the ink stained sky... The world spins once more...but in the corner of his eye... under his palms...is a the soft glow of a flower bud...

And as he closes his eyes...for a brief moment...the pain takes it's leave...

(Part 1)..(Previous)...

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DKC sucks so bad I'm always glad to see him dead.

Wonderful writing!

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RIP ---> Ripped In Pieces

Delightfully Dead DKC :)

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Petty Queen Macaque Au

(Part 24)

(450 years ago...)

The sun bakes cruelly against the ash covered ruins of a forest the kingdom has been trying to rewild for years...The potent traces of celestial magic, left behind by the those devastating flames from decades prior, had corroded each new plant that dared hope to grow in that soil.

Beads of sweat run down Macaque's forhead as his hands grip his staff shakily.... He had been fighting for weeks on end... The stench of dead bodies follows him endlessly. It is the smell of his deepest failure as a ruler.... Letting this man infront of him kidnap, torment and murder the citizens the shadow ruler was supposed to be protecting....

The demon king of confusion stands towering over monkey demon's lean build... His very breaths are a mockery of Macaque's feeble pants...

He has bearly broken a sweat. The other had been dashing across the island to lead those innocent civilians to shelter... Before being dragged by the scruff of his neck into the clearing of burnt stumps and regret. There was no hiding here, no shade to slip in and out of...

The queen's lungs felt like they were giving out, his legs screamed in agony while he repeatedly dodged the swings of the demon king's gigantic sword. His eyes burned from lack of sleep... Every portal... every strike, blocked, useless. His magic refused to listen under the strong sun. He could feel it maneuver restlessly in his chest, begging to be let out, building and building as Macaque's heart started to beat fast like a humming bird... His head felt like it had been pierced by an iron spike while his exhaution seemed to be winning out.

Every yell from the DKC's mouth would cause excruciating pain for his 6 ears, rattling his balance and turning his nerves to fraying pieces of string. His very bones were in a state of panic.

He can't fail here, not yet.

These people deserve a safe life and he can't give them any of that while laying six feat deep.

Macaque's wrists take shock after shock...trying to block every attack, ignoring the fact that the world was almost moving under him and his tounge felt like sandpaper by this point.

The demon king of confusion was able to knock the shadow monkey's staff out of his hands... Bringing down his sharp blade that would've sliced the monkey clean in half if he had not dove out of the way.

"Ha! You're still as weak as the last time we fought! The king's most embarrassing copy cat.... Fast strikes, superficial shows of strength, reckless strides your body was always too frail for....Always just that bit too much like him..."

Macaque reaches for his staff before aiming a poorly planned hit. The demon king hissed slightly in annoyance. Unfortunately for the shadow demon, he gets chucked onto hard sun-baked rocks.

"You aren't solid stone you know... You're a flimsy cast on the ground."

A metal toed boot meets Macaque's ribcage with enough force to buise horrendously... He summons the magic in his core just enough to faze slightly into the darkness cast by the nearby boulder.

"Did Erlang and his heavenly army not kick you around enough for you to rub together an extra braincell or two?"

Macaque gets punched square in the jaw before he can sink through..

He tries to recover, summoning shadows to try and hold the king back, just until his nausea quells and he can think of a plan. The demon king's voice retains it's mocking undertone.

"Do you still hear them? Their shrieking pleas as the fire tore their flesh from bone...? Does it still bring you shame?...Or did that simian already make you a glutton for humiliation?"

Macaque growls as the sounds ring through his mind without permission. He can feel the shadows become squeamish under the light, forcing him to use more magic.

"Keep their names out of your foul mouth!"

The king violently rips appart the shadows, before launching a bolder at their weilders head. Causing the other to duck. His knees feel like they're splintering as he stands up once more.

"Defeat after defeat, oh if only being pathetic was a sport hmm? You'd finally take the spotlight...wouldn't that be a welcome change...? "

The queen topples over, his vision swimming, before he gets kneed in the gut.

"You always were his most loyal warrior... You followed him everywhere like a pathetic dog licking at his boot... Acted like a good little soldier doing whatever your ruthless king wanted.."

Macaque grasps at the magic inside him, fighting to keep himself awake.

"You sat like a little dainty prop while he slaughtered countless men just trying to do their jobs... You truly believed he valued you for anything more than what you could do for him..? The same man who broke celestial treaties for some wine and fruit..?"

The shadow monkey takes laboured breaths, his arms feel numb...viens felt like they were being filled with scalding water....

"He-h...e didn-"

The demon king janked away Macaque's staff..

"You never weilded a wepon"

He breaks the staff, then sinks the splintered wood into the monkey demon's arm.

"ACK!-"

"You were the weapon...a decorative one...just another collectable against his wall while he glorified his own stick..."

Macaque drags himself backward, managing to shadowportal a distance further, he's too incoherent to get far... His skin is crawling with concerned whisps as he begins to cough violently...

The demon king of confusion gets hold of Macaque's jaw...

"You even followed him right into bed hmm? Was it cushy sitting on the stolen silk? Did you feel treasured having someone look at your body for something other than your potential in war? Or as an unholy disgrace to life? Did the little piece of paper make you feel important to him? Did you think a man that bearly thought of tomorrow would be a committed lover?"

The queen tries to squirm away.

"Were the brief nights of pleasure worth the humiliation of knowing you were nothing but a tool to an overgrown selfish brat...? He couldn't even bother to tell the rest of the world he'd claimed you.... You believed a man like that was faithful....?"

The demon king tightens his hold.

"Did you feel loved...hearing those sweet lies in those many ears of yours...? Your loyalty to eachother was empty... He tricked you in your heart and in your mind... And you're foolish enough to clean up his mess like the good little wife he made you into... "

Macaque gets flasbacks of Wukong..

Bright...caring...brave Wukong....

Then the face of pure resentment he saw in the dim light from under the mountain."Run off...like you always do..", he said... "You ment nothing to me", Macaque heard...

The DKC looked at the panicked streaks of magic, releasing the monkey's jaw so he could suffocate the little whisps in his palms with a morbid fascination.

"You don't even have control over those powers of yours...do you?... The clones, the transformations... you've only mastered what he tought you.... How sad... so used to enacting his orders...your magic bearly responds to you..."

Macaque stares at him in the eyes...thoughts spinning...

"Weakend by the Sage shaped mold you've cast it in... And now...it's eating you alive..."

The demon king of confusion lifts the queen up by his neck, ignoring his chocked sounds before carrying him to a mound of fallen soldiers. Then letting tossing him against the ground beside it...

"Look...you can see your future. Too bad your dearest isn't here to save you huh?..."

The king laughs and starts to admire his handywork.

With every ache from a shattered bone in his body... Macaque...feels something...something deep....Something he could never even begin to know the words to describe...

"I wonder who I'll take next...maybe your measly general... What was his name...Ba? How uninspired of a name....He would make a lovely personal servant.... though he might be more useful as a bathrug... Wouldn't you a agree your highness ?"

He recognizes that feeling now....

Rage...

A powerful one....

And without another word...he's back on his feet....

Those eyes...a vacant purple glow. Blood like crude oil spills from the corners of his lips... His hands feel frozen...as if paused alongside time itself...

His limbs constort unnaturally.. like he's become the sole puppeteer of a body he can bearly recognize..

The midday sun becomes blacked out...a tarp of unnerving darkness has been painted like spilled ink...His thoughts were empty..a solid void from sheer agony and overwhelming sensation...

The demon king's eyes are fixed in terror...like a trainwreck he can't look away from...

Before he can mutter a single word...There's a hand on his chest.... and then... he feels it... The cruelest tourment he had ever experienced in his thousands of years in the mortal realm... As if his nerves were ripped out and tugged on like they were some twisted instrument.. He felt his very soul start to flizzel out.... Uncaring purple orbs stare him down in the artificial night...ensuring that they are the last thing he'll ever witness..

.... His blood goes still... His body runs cold...

...His corpse meets the ground....

Finally... the quiet returned.... Thank the gods....

The six eared monkey's legs give out...his palms dig into the ash covered soil.... as tears continue to soak the earth...

Pain...

So...so much pain...

He presses his head to the ground in hopes the flesh tearing sensation would stop... He calls out to whatever force of mercy still exists for him...

"P-please...please,please,pleasepleasepleaseplease..."

"Make it stop..."

Then suddenly... The sun shines through the ink stained sky... The world spins once more...but in the corner of his eye... under his palms...is a the soft glow of a flower bud...

And as he closes his eyes...for a brief moment...the pain takes it's leave...

(Part 1)..(Previous)...(Next)

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Yayyy chapter 3 is upppp!! 

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Spoilers for part 24 of the Petty Queen Macaque Au:

I'm having a lot of trouble writing this one, sorry for the wait.

Basically we're visiting one of the sources of Macaque's trauma for this time!

(Let's not let Wukong get all the suffering)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque/Sun Wukong | Monkey King Characters: Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque, Tieshan Gongzhu | Princess Iron Fan, Azure Lion (Monkie Kid), General Ba (Journey to the West), Original Characters, Demon Bull King (Monkie Kid) Additional Tags: Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque Needs A Hug, Sun Wukong | Monkey King Needs a Hug, Mutual Pining, Queen Macaque, Panic Attacks, Past Trauma, Past Torture, Protective Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Manipulation, Political Alliances, Political Marriages, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Lack of Communication, Simp Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Petty Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque, Magic Overuse, Tags Contain Spoilers, Making Up, Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Past Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque/Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags Summary:

Macaque and Wukong have their fight at the start of the king’s mountain imprisonment. Alongside leaving Wukong there alone, Macaque decides to be petty.

He takes over Flower Fruit Mountain ,but finds that in order to gain the trust of the other monkeys living there, he needs to find the most believable way to take the throne. Wich just so happens to mean exploiting the unclarified “friendship” the two of them had and spinning it into a fake marriage.

(With proper documents ofcourse, Macaque’s scheming is very carefully planned).

Since Wukong is “preoccupied”, who would be able to object to his claim?

(Aka- Macaque becomes queen and Wukong has to deal with it)

(Adapted from my “Petty Queen Macaque” au on Tumblr)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque/Sun Wukong | Monkey King Characters: Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque, Tieshan Gongzhu | Princess Iron Fan, Azure Lion (Monkie Kid), General Ba (Journey to the West), Original Characters, Demon Bull King (Monkie Kid) Additional Tags: Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque Needs A Hug, Sun Wukong | Monkey King Needs a Hug, Mutual Pining, Queen Macaque, Panic Attacks, Past Trauma, Past Torture, Protective Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Manipulation, Political Alliances, Political Marriages, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Lack of Communication, Simp Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Petty Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque, Magic Overuse, Tags Contain Spoilers, Making Up, Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Past Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque/Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags Summary:

Macaque and Wukong have their fight at the start of the king's mountain imprisonment. Alongside leaving Wukong there alone, Macaque decides to be petty.

He takes over Flower Fruit Mountain ,but finds that in order to gain the trust of the other monkeys living there, he needs to find the most believable way to take the throne. Wich just so happens to mean exploiting the unclarified "friendship" the two of them had and spinning it into a fake marriage.

(With proper documents ofcourse, Macaque's scheming is very carefully planned).

Since Wukong is "preoccupied", who would be able to object to his claim?

(Aka- Macaque becomes queen and Wukong has to deal with it)

(Adapted from my "Petty Queen Macaque" au on Tumblr)

[alexthething]

Petty Queen Macaque Au

(Part 23)

Small rays of sunshine silp through the veil of darkness hiding them from the outside world...Macaque lets the shadow cloak thin further,allowing Wukong to feel the afternoon sun warm his fur.... The surrounding fruit trees and shadowy flowers remain still, undisturbed by the scene infront of them... To the queen's relief he remembered the garden had been made completely private long ago to protect the endangered flora... Nobody can see them here... So when the sight of the Monkey King's true form comes into view...it falls on Macaque's eyes only...

-----------

Wukong feels the world spin around him. Every breath scrapes against hit throat,as if the air itself was made of sulfur. He grits his teeth after having bit the inside of his cheek from the pain.His mouth tasting of iron only serves to make his visions worse. He curses the minerals in his blood for reminding him he'll never be rid of the dreaded substance... The one they fed to him as if it were some gifted meal alongside a drink of molten copper! Curse them! Damn them all!

He sucks in a shallow breath of air, while his mind is forced through the ringer of his past.His red-burned eyes make him want to scream out in agony as the tears refuse to stop streaming out. He remembers it all...the shivering cold of the stone pressed against his skin, the hellish fires of the furnace...

And the silence...the loneliness...that pathetic feeling wishing someone would come aid you...only to find...nothing...

..Wait..

Nothing...?The thoughts started slipping back...

But this...this wasn't nothing...there was a feeling... there was...warmth...not fire...not pain...warmth... the sun...

His nose...he could smell...grass...and something else...Someone else.. Then he heard it again,the voice from earlier...

"Shh..-..listen...you-...safe-..I"

His eyes shot open one more as he viciously rubbed the tears away to see his surroundings clearly now... Macaque!

Macaque is here!

The king didn't have the energy to think about where he was, or why he was half in this man's lap, or why the other was staring at him in pure shock and unwavering concern. All that mattered was that Macaque was here and Wukong could see the sun again...

He drew deeper breaths, the pain from his eyes turning to a dull ache as he layed against the shadow monkey again. Leaning into his neck, checking if he could hear a pulse...Macaque really was here...the silence was filled with his heartbeat, the sharp reminders of the past dull slightly.

He could think again...gods help him...the realizations soon rolled in...Mainly, the shadow marred hands that have drifted to his back and the messy tufts of fur on his head.... Gods...when did he last have Macaque this close...? The feeling was intoxicating... What could've possessed him to give this up in the past-

A memory hits him again...he turns his head to look at his hands...

'Oh...'

'Oh no...'

---------------

Macaque looked him over...eyes scanning every inch revealed by the light of the sun...The soft fur he used to spend countless nights grooming, now matted thicker than the fibers of a rat's nest.... Those arms, once thick and powerful from the hours apon hours of training and large banquet meals, now look thinner, littered with the hastily healed gashes that run up them.... And his eyes...

'Gods no...'

His eyes... They were filled with a deep pain,as if perpetually stuck fighting a war that to everyone else had ended centuries ago...It looks as if he hadn't slept in weeks...The marks of his suffering show in the bloodlike hue left behind in them... The tears that spill out no longer run clear... now tainted by torment and forced into something closer to crimson paint.

Macaque feels his teeth clench as the fury threatens to overwhelm his body... His mind screaches.

'What happened to him...? Who did this!? The celestial realm??! Oohoho, they better count their fucking days! I'll pluck their own eyes out and string them into costume jewelry! I will not stop until every single nerve ending is left in pure anguish! I'll -!'

When the shadow queen looks back into those eyes, but they don't look back in anger... they look back in distress... Those eyes aren't seeking revenge, they're seeking acceptance... And they look to him...unshure...just..waiting for him... Did he always look at him that way...?

Macaque rakes through his memories, every time those eyes met his in the past...searching every quick glance out of worry during their fight against heaven, every stolen look after watching the sun set... He curses his mind for not recalling everything. How dare he forget! How dare he be oblivious to those stares that stream emotion from Wukong's very soul! ...How long had he been blind to the Great Sage's emotional struggle..? Was...he blind back then too...was this looked plastered over his face the moment he left...?

How could he...? What kindoff maniac would walk away from someone who's hopes of freedom had been crushed under the litteral palm of Buddha..? All those centuries...suffering...alone... proven time and time again by the universe that the Monkey King wasn't worthy of love... That he was too monstrous to be worthy of mercy.. Gods... How could Wukong even stand to be around someone like him? A deserter...a coward...

-----------

Wukong looks back at the scars that litter his palms ...His glamors were missing... A feeling of dread sinks to the pit of his stomach...Macaque knows now... Millennia of concealing every imperfection...every frayed edge of his form is suddenly layed bare...

After shaking off the stunned gaze, he frantically tries to put distance between them, yet the loss of contact only seams to grate against his heart further. His shaking palms make reapplying his glamor unfeasible, the very fibers of his magic disintegrates before they can even try to conceal anything...

"W-we should probably get back to the market..."

His voice is hoarse... small sobs threaten to escape between his repeated deep breaths.

He ignores the inner cub screaming at him to return to the safety of Macaque's arms. Choosing to push away the growing internal misery and stand up.

"Hey, hey take it easy"

The queen immediately reaches his hands out to reassure tge startled monkey but it only serves to remind the king of how weak he currently looks.

"No,I'm fine, I-I'm fine...just- ignore it okay?"

He plants his feet in a firm stance, attempting to banish his frazzled appearance. This, however only stokes a more frantic response from Macaque.

"Wukong,no, you're obviously struggling right now. Just-"

The king cuts him off with a frustrated growl.

"Struggling?... Ha! This is the Great Sage equal to Heaven you're talking to! I've fought gods in my sleep, a sniffle means nothing to me..."

His teeth are bared in a desperate attempt to challenge this confrontation with his most visible insecurities...

Macaque's eye twitches, growing irritated out of habit. He reigns himself in enough, fearing any harsh reaction might make Wukong close off more..

"Oh don't give me that... Somethings clearly wrong...I want to help..."

"Oh so NOW you want to help?! You know when would've been a good time to help?"

"Wukong-" Macaque flinches as the great sage raises his voice.

"When I was STUCK under that curse of a mountain counting the months like it would somehow save me from insanity!"

Macaque's eyes go wide as the king paces forward and grabs his collar.

"Do you know what a place like that does to people...?"

"Do you know what it's like to have your only feelings be pain and despair?!"

Wukong's palm has already made a dent in the other ruler's chest plate...Macaque is tugged closer...the shadow's thoughts are filled with pure panic... After all, the Great Sage has leveled mountain ranges for less....

"H-hey, let's not be too hasty,huh? How about I just give you some space and-"

Wukong snaps. Macaque's back hits against the nearby tree as those bared teeth remain inches from his face.

"NO! I've had 500 years of space! I've had nothing but space! Nothing but an endless silence to think over every small mistake and feeling I've had in my entire existence. What I need is for you to stay and listen, asshole!"

In his rage, he fails to notice how fast the shadow demon is breathing. His movements are shaky, clearly stressed due to the fact that the stone monkey is only a small distance from being able to snap his neck.

"You don't get to walk away from my pain because it makes you uncomfortable!"

Wukong's tail lashes back and forth wildly as unsavory tears leak out of his eyes.

"I WISH I had that privilege! I am stuck with my problems every time I wake up! Every time I look in the mirror I'm reminded of how damaged I feel...You better learn to handle them for a few hours of the day..."

"...Wukong.." Macaque's brings his hand to Wukong's arm hesitantly...

"I don't need excuses! I don't need nice words! What I want is for you to make use of those six ears for once.. Just...just listen..."

The queen's ears flick at the mention...

"Do you know how long I spent waiting for you?..How many nights I would call out your name not even in the hopes you'd hear it but just to fill the fucking silence!?"

Wukong's tongue felt like lead.

"Do you know how many times I pleaded to whatever force would listen, that I could just hear your voice again once...?"

He grabs hold of the shadow demon's wrist, in fear of him shadow portaling away...

"You ment everything to me ,Macaque! Of all the people in this world, I trusted you with everything I had to give, my home, my heart, my dreams.... I know I am a deeply terrible person..I'm a killer...a violent beast, but you leaving your husband to rot under a pile of rocks doesn't make you leave you without blame..."

His grip weakens...seeing the panic in Macaque's eyes cuts like a knife to his chest...

"I know I upset you... and I'm sorry I hurt you so badly you felt you needed to turn away from me and never look back...but that doesn't change the fact that when my life collapsed around me...you couldn't even sit with me in the reckage..."

Wukong let's his forehead rest gently against Macaque's...

"So... the least you can do is sit with me now..."

Macaque is able to move again, but all he does is wrap his arms around the shorter monkey again..

The realization hits him like an arrow to the head... Wukong values him...Wukong has ALWAYS cared about him... After centuries of making himself feel worthless and unlovable... Wukong had the gull to say Macaque was his everything.... And Macaque?

He had abandoned the other like the loose thred of an old blanket...

The dam breaks, the guilt is too much... Unsightly streams flow down his cheeks as his heart tries to rip itself to shreds from the shame... The air rushed in and out of his lungs with haste, making it hard to speak. His entire world feels like it's collapsing around him... He did this... He made this once cheerful and worry free man sit in torment... He couldn't be a solace for him, wasn't even stubborn enough to try. How could he?...

"I'm sorry...so...so sorry... I- I didn't-...realize I-..I thought-"

He tried pulling away, unshure wether or not he was even allowed to touch the king at all after having everything layed out infront of him.

"I-I....Y-you- you didn't...deserve that...sorry...so..sor-"

Macaque's emotional anguish is interrupted by a careful nuzzle to his cheek... He looks to Wukong in confusion and sheer disbelief...

Those scarred, destructive hands place themselves delicately against Macaque's sorrow drenched face. Wiping away the small rivers running across it.

"Shhhhh...Take a breath... For my sake..."

"What...?"

"Don't be a smartass about it, just...come here."

Macaque nods. It's not like he could muster up any words regardless...

They stay like that for a little while longer, until Macaque can find the strength to speak one last line...

"I'll stay...and listen..."

"That is all I ask..."

(Part 1)...(Previous)...

[zozoregrets]

me when someone writes a fic acknowledging how messed up it is that Macaque didn't come back and how 500 years by yourself unable to move is actually gonna fuck you up forver:

[alexthething]

I've been building up to this for forever it feels.

Trust me, this is not the only time this will mess with the way both of them live their lives :)

[alexthething]

Petty Queen Macaque Au

(Part 23)

Small rays of sunshine silp through the veil of darkness hiding them from the outside world...Macaque lets the shadow cloak thin further,allowing Wukong to feel the afternoon sun warm his fur.... The surrounding fruit trees and shadowy flowers remain still, undisturbed by the scene infront of them... To the queen's relief he remembered the garden had been made completely private long ago to protect the endangered flora... Nobody can see them here... So when the sight of the Monkey King's true form comes into view...it falls on Macaque's eyes only...

-----------

Wukong feels the world spin around him. Every breath scrapes against hit throat,as if the air itself was made of sulfur. He grits his teeth after having bit the inside of his cheek from the pain.His mouth tasting of iron only serves to make his visions worse. He curses the minerals in his blood for reminding him he'll never be rid of the dreaded substance... The one they fed to him as if it were some gifted meal alongside a drink of molten copper! Curse them! Damn them all!

He sucks in a shallow breath of air, while his mind is forced through the ringer of his past.His red-burned eyes make him want to scream out in agony as the tears refuse to stop streaming out. He remembers it all...the shivering cold of the stone pressed against his skin, the hellish fires of the furnace...

And the silence...the loneliness...that pathetic feeling wishing someone would come aid you...only to find...nothing...

..Wait..

Nothing...?The thoughts started slipping back...

But this...this wasn't nothing...there was a feeling... there was...warmth...not fire...not pain...warmth... the sun...

His nose...he could smell...grass...and something else...Someone else.. Then he heard it again,the voice from earlier...

"Shh..-..listen...you-...safe-..I"

His eyes shot open one more as he viciously rubbed the tears away to see his surroundings clearly now... Macaque!

Macaque is here!

The king didn't have the energy to think about where he was, or why he was half in this man's lap, or why the other was staring at him in pure shock and unwavering concern. All that mattered was that Macaque was here and Wukong could see the sun again...

He drew deeper breaths, the pain from his eyes turning to a dull ache as he layed against the shadow monkey again. Leaning into his neck, checking if he could hear a pulse...Macaque really was here...the silence was filled with his heartbeat, the sharp reminders of the past dull slightly.

He could think again...gods help him...the realizations soon rolled in...Mainly, the shadow marred hands that have drifted to his back and the messy tufts of fur on his head.... Gods...when did he last have Macaque this close...? The feeling was intoxicating... What could've possessed him to give this up in the past-

A memory hits him again...he turns his head to look at his hands...

'Oh...'

'Oh no...'

---------------

Macaque looked him over...eyes scanning every inch revealed by the light of the sun...The soft fur he used to spend countless nights grooming, now matted thicker than the fibers of a rat's nest.... Those arms, once thick and powerful from the hours apon hours of training and large banquet meals, now look thinner, littered with the hastily healed gashes that run up them.... And his eyes...

'Gods no...'

His eyes... They were filled with a deep pain,as if perpetually stuck fighting a war that to everyone else had ended centuries ago...It looks as if he hadn't slept in weeks...The marks of his suffering show in the bloodlike hue left behind in them... The tears that spill out no longer run clear... now tainted by torment and forced into something closer to crimson paint.

Macaque feels his teeth clench as the fury threatens to overwhelm his body... His mind screaches.

'What happened to him...? Who did this!? The celestial realm??! Oohoho, they better count their fucking days! I'll pluck their own eyes out and string them into costume jewelry! I will not stop until every single nerve ending is left in pure anguish! I'll -!'

When the shadow queen looks back into those eyes, but they don't look back in anger... they look back in distress... Those eyes aren't seeking revenge, they're seeking acceptance... And they look to him...unshure...just..waiting for him... Did he always look at him that way...?

Macaque rakes through his memories, every time those eyes met his in the past...searching every quick glance out of worry during their fight against heaven, every stolen look after watching the sun set... He curses his mind for not recalling everything. How dare he forget! How dare he be oblivious to those stares that stream emotion from Wukong's very soul! ...How long had he been blind to the Great Sage's emotional struggle..? Was...he blind back then too...was this looked plastered over his face the moment he left...?

How could he...? What kindoff maniac would walk away from someone who's hopes of freedom had been crushed under the litteral palm of Buddha..? All those centuries...suffering...alone... proven time and time again by the universe that the Monkey King wasn't worthy of love... That he was too monstrous to be worthy of mercy.. Gods... How could Wukong even stand to be around someone like him? A deserter...a coward...

-----------

Wukong looks back at the scars that litter his palms ...His glamors were missing... A feeling of dread sinks to the pit of his stomach...Macaque knows now... Millennia of concealing every imperfection...every frayed edge of his form is suddenly layed bare...

After shaking off the stunned gaze, he frantically tries to put distance between them, yet the loss of contact only seams to grate against his heart further. His shaking palms make reapplying his glamor unfeasible, the very fibers of his magic disintegrates before they can even try to conceal anything...

"W-we should probably get back to the market..."

His voice is hoarse... small sobs threaten to escape between his repeated deep breaths.

He ignores the inner cub screaming at him to return to the safety of Macaque's arms. Choosing to push away the growing internal misery and stand up.

"Hey, hey take it easy"

The queen immediately reaches his hands out to reassure tge startled monkey but it only serves to remind the king of how weak he currently looks.

"No,I'm fine, I-I'm fine...just- ignore it okay?"

He plants his feet in a firm stance, attempting to banish his frazzled appearance. This, however only stokes a more frantic response from Macaque.

"Wukong,no, you're obviously struggling right now. Just-"

The king cuts him off with a frustrated growl.

"Struggling?... Ha! This is the Great Sage equal to Heaven you're talking to! I've fought gods in my sleep, a sniffle means nothing to me..."

His teeth are bared in a desperate attempt to challenge this confrontation with his most visible insecurities...

Macaque's eye twitches, growing irritated out of habit. He reigns himself in enough, fearing any harsh reaction might make Wukong close off more..

"Oh don't give me that... Somethings clearly wrong...I want to help..."

"Oh so NOW you want to help?! You know when would've been a good time to help?"

"Wukong-" Macaque flinches as the great sage raises his voice.

"When I was STUCK under that curse of a mountain counting the months like it would somehow save me from insanity!"

Macaque's eyes go wide as the king paces forward and grabs his collar.

"Do you know what a place like that does to people...?"

"Do you know what it's like to have your only feelings be pain and despair?!"

Wukong's palm has already made a dent in the other ruler's chest plate...Macaque is tugged closer...the shadow's thoughts are filled with pure panic... After all, the Great Sage has leveled mountain ranges for less....

"H-hey, let's not be too hasty,huh? How about I just give you some space and-"

Wukong snaps. Macaque's back hits against the nearby tree as those bared teeth remain inches from his face.

"NO! I've had 500 years of space! I've had nothing but space! Nothing but an endless silence to think over every small mistake and feeling I've had in my entire existence. What I need is for you to stay and listen, asshole!"

In his rage, he fails to notice how fast the shadow demon is breathing. His movements are shaky, clearly stressed due to the fact that the stone monkey is only a small distance from being able to snap his neck.

"You don't get to walk away from my pain because it makes you uncomfortable!"

Wukong's tail lashes back and forth wildly as unsavory tears leak out of his eyes.

"I WISH I had that privilege! I am stuck with my problems every time I wake up! Every time I look in the mirror I'm reminded of how damaged I feel...You better learn to handle them for a few hours of the day..."

"...Wukong.." Macaque's brings his hand to Wukong's arm hesitantly...

"I don't need excuses! I don't need nice words! What I want is for you to make use of those six ears for once.. Just...just listen..."

The queen's ears flick at the mention...

"Do you know how long I spent waiting for you?..How many nights I would call out your name not even in the hopes you'd hear it but just to fill the fucking silence!?"

Wukong's tongue felt like lead.

"Do you know how many times I pleaded to whatever force would listen, that I could just hear your voice again once...?"

He grabs hold of the shadow demon's wrist, in fear of him shadow portaling away...

"You ment everything to me ,Macaque! Of all the people in this world, I trusted you with everything I had to give, my home, my heart, my dreams.... I know I am a deeply terrible person..I'm a killer...a violent beast, but you leaving your husband to rot under a pile of rocks doesn't make you leave you without blame..."

His grip weakens...seeing the panic in Macaque's eyes cuts like a knife to his chest...

"I know I upset you... and I'm sorry I hurt you so badly you felt you needed to turn away from me and never look back...but that doesn't change the fact that when my life collapsed around me...you couldn't even sit with me in the reckage..."

Wukong let's his forehead rest gently against Macaque's...

"So... the least you can do is sit with me now..."

Macaque is able to move again, but all he does is wrap his arms around the shorter monkey again..

The realization hits him like an arrow to the head... Wukong values him...Wukong has ALWAYS cared about him... After centuries of making himself feel worthless and unlovable... Wukong had the gull to say Macaque was his everything.... And Macaque?

He had abandoned the other like the loose thred of an old blanket...

The dam breaks, the guilt is too much... Unsightly streams flow down his cheeks as his heart tries to rip itself to shreds from the shame... The air rushed in and out of his lungs with haste, making it hard to speak. His entire world feels like it's collapsing around him... He did this... He made this once cheerful and worry free man sit in torment... He couldn't be a solace for him, wasn't even stubborn enough to try. How could he?...

"I'm sorry...so...so sorry... I- I didn't-...realize I-..I thought-"

He tried pulling away, unshure wether or not he was even allowed to touch the king at all after having everything layed out infront of him.

"I-I....Y-you- you didn't...deserve that...sorry...so..sor-"

Macaque's emotional anguish is interrupted by a careful nuzzle to his cheek... He looks to Wukong in confusion and sheer disbelief...

Those scarred, destructive hands place themselves delicately against Macaque's sorrow drenched face. Wiping away the small rivers running across it.

"Shhhhh...Take a breath... For my sake..."

"What...?"

"Don't be a smartass about it, just...come here."

Macaque nods. It's not like he could muster up any words regardless...

They stay like that for a little while longer, until Macaque can find the strength to speak one last line...

"I'll stay...and listen..."

"That is all I ask..."

(Part 1)...(Previous)...(Next)..

[moonsugar144]

I finally finished this peice i wanted to do for one of the best fanatics I've read! Would've finished sooner but got super sick. The writing is so good and the characters truamas are explored in such an interesting way, especially wukong. The AU is by @alexthething called petty queen macaque, please check them out and support, their writing is so good i personally look forward to every post ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗᕕ( ᐕ )ᕗ🎊

I kinda rushed the background but he's out in one of his flower fields, thinking about a certain monkey 🐒

[alexthething]

OMG!!! The colours are absolutely gorgeous!!! This is so amazing, thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

I'm so glad I could make something you enjoy :)

[alexthething]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque/Sun Wukong | Monkey King Characters: Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque, Tieshan Gongzhu | Princess Iron Fan, Azure Lion (Monkie Kid), General Ba (Journey to the West), Original Characters Additional Tags: Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque Needs A Hug, Sun Wukong | Monkey King Needs a Hug, Mutual Pining, Queen Macaque, Panic Attacks, Past Trauma, Past Torture, Protective Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Manipulation, Political Alliances, Political Marriages, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Lack of Communication, Simp Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Not Beta Read, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Petty Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque, Magic Overuse, Tags Contain Spoilers, Making Up, Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Past Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque/Sun Wukong | Monkey King Summary:

Macaque and Wukong have their fight at the start of the king's mountain imprisonment. Alongside leaving Wukong there alone, Macaque decides to be petty.

He takes over Flower Fruit Mountain ,but finds that in order to gain the trust of the other monkeys living there, he needs to find the most believable way to take the throne. Wich just so happens to mean exploiting the unclarified "friendship" the two of them had and spinning it into a fake marriage.

(With proper documents ofcourse, Macaque's scheming is very carefully planned).

Since Wukong is "preoccupied", who would be able to object to his claim?

(Aka- Macaque becomes queen and Wukong has to deal with it)

(Adapted from my "Petty Queen Macaque" au on Tumblr)

[alexthething]

I'm gonna call it here :)

Welcome the alternative title!

"Where the shadows take root!"

(For consistency the tumblr parts will still be labeled Petty Queen Macaque au, just the fic on ao3 will be labled differently so I can keep track)