#dark shadowpeach

[lopsushi]

Return Back

Part 2 for Part 1.

Princess Iron Fan was pacing around in her office room, biting her nails, and looking at her clock. It has been one day and hours since her son went missing. Her beloved husband went out searching with the clone bots including those mortals. She pulled her hair back and glanced at the window praying to Buddha that her child comes back home safely, or her husband finds him. That is till the door to her office slammed open making her frown and turn to the person who dared to disturb her pacing.

“Princess Iron Fan!” Tang said with a concerned face showing. “Come quick!”

She paled and quickly followed Tang, where they ran to the hall room where her husband, and that Noodle boy’s family were at. They were staring at a dark purple portal appearing in the middle of the room. She went to her beloved side with her eyes widened and tearing up.

“Brother…” She whispers out walking towards the portal till her husband grabs her shoulder.

She looked back confused but frown when she saw how serious her beloved was, making her turn back to the portal and everyone breath hitch because they knew that boot was so familiar. It belongs to none other than the Monkey King. Wukong stepped out looking at everyone with a dark expression, his red eyes glowing with his yellow pupil. She snarled angrily, her hand about to summon her weapon but gasp when she saw Wukong sticking a handout to see another hand that she knew by heart. Macaque grabs onto his King’s hand and steps out from the portal, but she notices how her beloved brother was glancing back at time with a worried expression. That’s when both her and her husband both felt fear and dread when they saw Wukong’s tail pulling out from the portal, Red Son.

“Son!!” Demon Bull King said his eyes widening in concern seeing his unconscious son. “What have you done to him, Simian!”

Wukong glanced at his brother and sighed with disdain in his voice. “Look, I just taught my nephew a lesson. He came to my kingdom uninvited.” He said moving his tail towards him. “He tried to kidnap my family. I thought you taught him better Princess Iron Fan.”

Wukong glanced at her, making her frown more but glanced at her beloved child seeing Wukong’s hand on his cheek. Pigsy was growling angrily at this watching this scene unfold including the others. Macaque snarled softly at Wukong with a stare that made the King blush softly and lean close to his mate.

“I’m sorry my precious Moonlight. I’m not hurting your nephew, promise.” He said gently nuzzling his cheek against Macaque. “Anyways! I just came here to return your child brother!”

Wukong smiled, throwing the teen to the ground in front of them. Demon Bull King, Princess Iron Fan and Macaque gasp seeing Red Son groan in pain and lay there. Macaque sadly looks at them, not wanting to cause any more problems for his beloved sister. Wukong watched them and put his arms behind his back, his expression becoming serious again.

“I’m only going to say this once so listen.” He said glaring at everyone. “Don’t try to do anything stupid again. Leave MY FAMILY alone. I’m being nice since my Moonlight and Mk both hold you all dearly, which I hate but can’t change.” He snarled but sighed.

“Either way, don’t try again or I won’t be nice again. Okay byeee.”

Wukong calmly placed his hand on Macaque’s back, guiding him back to the open portal till he stopped when he heard a foot stomp.

“You damn ape!” Princess Iron Fan said standing up tall. “I will save my brother and that child.” She hisses looking at Wukong, whose eyes were glowing angrily. “Gongzhu.” Macaque said in a worried/warning tone holding onto Wukong’s arm.

“And we aren’t going to stop either!” Mei glared at the King as well, holding her sword. “We’re going to save Mk too!”

Wukong looked at them with a faceless expression blinking at the people/demons that dare to go against his words. Macaque stared at him worriedly and jumped when he started laughing softly. The others frowning while he continues to laugh and sighed heavily to glance up at them with a dark expression.

“Then I wish you all luck because you’ll need it.” Wukong said darkly, guiding Macaque inside the portal and leaving Thunderclap Mountain.

#yandere sun wukong #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #monkey king #six eared macaque #macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk six eared macaque #lmk macaque #lmk #shadowpeach #lmk shadowpeach #dark shadowpeach #lopsushi #my artwork

[dez-ku]

Maniac Wukong 2?

I'm keeping this as a sketch cause I have school/exam :^) I'm posting this while in school

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid fanart #lmk fanart #monkie kid fanart #fan art #fanart #lego monkie kid macaque #lmk macaque #monkie kid macaque #lmk swk #lmk #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lego monkie kid monkey king #monkie kid monkey king #lmk shadowpeach #shadowpeach shipping #dark shadowpeach #shadowpeach au

[thateldribitch]

Hellfire

You really shouldn’t come between a King and his family.

You don’t want to see what he’ll burn to keep it together.

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Sooooo I feel like there’s going to be a gore warning for this one. It's not too bad, but hey--if you don't like blood, don't read this one.

Anyway, this was what I was listening to for this.

Casual reminder that all my Yandere Shots are on AO3 as well!

Yandere Wukong belongs to @lopsushi

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Seeing Wukong in his full regalia is a truly splendid sight. The golden pauldrons, the tiger’s skin, the ragged feathers of phoenixes trailing behind him. It’s a sight many have been graced with, before their final moments. But even in the face of disrespect or culling any who stand in the way of his mate’s attention, he hasn’t worn the full ensemble in the longest time. This is a declaration of war. Macaque is quick to pick up on it, rushing down the hall even if he’s been loathe to leave their cub’s… body. The very thought adds more fuel to the fires of Wukong’s rage. “Wukong. Wukong, what are you doing—?!” 

“I’ll be back soon, Macaque.” Wukong murmurs. As he adjusts his gauntlets one more time, he  walks to his Sweet. Despite his harsh appearance, he softly nuzzles into his mate’s neck. It’s contrastingly tender to the burning blood red of his eyes. “...I will come back with him.”

His Starlight pauses. His fingers clutch at Wukong’s robes, digging into the cinches between his armor. He won’t look at Wukong. “...Promise me.”

“I swear by every spark of my love for you.” Wukong picks up Macaque’s hand, kissing each knuckle. But then that’s not enough. He presses kisses up his knuckles, the back of his hand, a path up to his darling’s lips. Macaque kisses him with a desperate ferocity. An unspoken message—come back to me. Wukong melts. Breathless, he presses his forehead to Macaque’s. “I will return.”

Then he drives his claws into his own heart—

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—and the moment his heart stops, he pulls his staff from his ear. It’s a needle. A staff. A pillar that crashes into the cracked black earth of the Kingdom of Death. “Knock, knock,” Wukong’s grin stretches into a feral thing. Souls scream. A delayed shockwave makes earth spray up around the Monkey King. For a moment, there’s quiet…. And then the denizens of the Underworld surge forward to protect their home.

Demons of all shapes and sizes converge on him in a tidal wave. Wukong flicks a hand. His staff shrinks…. He won’t need it. In a surge of fire and thunder, Wukong runs into the crowd on all fours. A feral screech echoes out of his lips. With claw and fang, he tears. His teeth cleave through bones. His claws shred through eyes. He bursts through the living ocean of limbs and horns. Cracked earth drinks in the black blood of demons. Wukong’s eyes glow. The smart ones run. But Wukong is not in a mood for mercy. His staff surges into his hand, just as eager for blood as he is. A pillar crushes the remaining demons, flattening them into a field of twitching corpses.

Puffing out a single breath, he turns to the obsidian palace. He stalks through the field of dead demons, and crushes one’s skull beneath his foot. The gore spatters up his armor. “I am a reasonable man. I ask for little.” He walks up the steps of the Palace of Death. Slowly, his thumb drags across his cheek. He licks off the blood that paints the appendage. “The health of my mate. And now, my son.” Finally, he looks up at the somber line of Kings before him. “I really didn’t think you all would be so stupid.” Wukong patiently holds out his hand. “The Book with my son’s name and his soul, if you’d please.”

“Wukong. Do you really think you can defy the laws of nature?” One of the Kings manages to speak up. “This is madness.”

“This is love.” He smiles, softly. And then his face contorts into something horrific. “And you’re standing in the way of it.” With a single swipe of his staff, he blows a hole into the side of their palace. To their credit, the Kings barely flinch. “Do you really think I won’t upset the natural order for my family? When I erased the names of those who burned at the hands of a ‘benevolent’ god? When I put them under my protection, and I killed one deity for his audacity?” His face darkens like a sky before a hurricane. “Imagine what I’ll do to you if you don’t give me my son.”

The Rulers aren’t fools.

They give him the book…..

It’s an easy matter to flip through it. His experienced claws find MK’s name in record time, and as promised? He tears it from the undeserving pages. His eyes ignite with celestial fire. The room lights up as a beam of light bursts from his red eyes and consumes the sliver of paper…. By the time he’s done eviscerating the mere mention of his boy’s mortality, the Kings step forward again. He expects to see a soul, beside them. The lack of it, the grim faces—one King opens his mouth to speak.

His head is gone before he can even try.

The Underworld can rule with only nine kings. Wukong has bigger fish to fry. He blitzes out of the palace, crashing through the walls—they’re obstacles between him and his boy. Ornate obsidian, the flesh of innocents, the scales of demons mean nothing. His only desire is to find his boy. His boy. The staff is a needle. He shoves it in his ear. Does it bleed? Maybe. He doesn’t care. Where. Where is MK?

Wukong’s shape contorts. He’s a wolf, searching for a hint of that soft scent. An eagle, trying to spot chestnut brown hair. Through valleys of death and fields of ash and pits of fire… he searches. But no matter how hard he searches, he can’t find him. Why? Why?! Wukong collapses in the ash, feeling everything… vibrate. He’ll tear the world apart. He’ll rip every demon apart. If it means finding—a sound. A soft sob. Familiar, sad, scared. Wukong stumbles forward, scrambles to his feet, MK, MK—! “I can hear you!” Wukong screams out into the unending darkness. “MK. MK, I’m here!”

The sobs stop. The silence kills the Monkey King…. And then a light sparks. Weak. Timid. But he knows, he knows who it is. Carefully, he walks forward. With infinite tenderness, he cups his hands around the light. That bright glow is a sliver of sunshine glowing between the gaps in his fingers. His sunshine. His son. Wukong aches at the sight of the core of his son’s very being in such a fragile state. So cruel, to take him before his time. Wukong cradles the little bit of light to his chest, feeling everything… calm. His nerves. His everything. He’s alright. MK is alright.

Wukong closes his eyes, breathing a sigh of relief—

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—and opens them, back in his home. He yanks his hand out of his chest. His own blood, luminous as gold, drips down his fingers. As he sits up, he feels hands clutching his side. He’s in his bed. Macaque is by his side. Poor thing. Must be… exhausted. Wukong is fine. He will have to be. Blearily, he glances around…. There…. There he is. Right next to him and Macaque, as he should be. MK’s form looks flushed with life, despite everything. Mac must be using his limited magic to preserve him. What a clever mate…. His movement must wake the dark-furred monkey. 

“...It’s been weeks….” Macaque’s voice cracks. His grip tightens on Wukong’s clothes. 

“...I’m so sorry, Love.” Wukong murmurs. Every part of him aches for those tired eyes. But he needs to finish this. Carefully, he shifts towards their boy. He cradles that light that he can only see with his golden vision, now. But he can see it trembling, struggling. It wants to go back to its body. He helps it get there, carefully holding that light over his boy’s chest.

Golden light pulses through MK. Slow, at first. Then more intensely. His whole body jerks as golden light fills his mouth, eyes. One last pulse… and MK opens his eyes. They’re not brown anymore…. And his fur looks tinged by a darker color, streaks of black the same hue as the Underworld. Like Macaque, he thinks deliriously. But Wukong will think more on it later. He’s alive. MK is alive. “Monkey… King….?”

“I’m here, Bud.” Wukong presses his forehead to MK’s.

#lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #dark shadowpeach #dad wukong #lmk #wukong #yandere #yandere wukong #yandere shadowpeach #mk #macaque #six eared macaque #i swear i'll write macaque and wukong again eventually lol

[luciel-anciel]

Atrocious (Maniac Monkie King & Macaque)

Based, and Inspired by @dez-ku :'>

They're my favorite artist! When I saw, the fanart, I just had to whip up a quick fanfic.

Link to the Art!

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" Monkie King? "

" Hey kiddo! You mind if I borrow, him for a bit?"

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The way the dark-furred demon, cried made his heart tighten, clenching his chest badly.

More and more tears began to pool up, before big droplets of water, came rushing down Macaque's chin due to being overwhelmed.

His expression was hideous, absolutely disgusting. But those tears looked crystal clear, They reflected just the right amount of natural lighting in his surroundings, and they resembled glossy pearls.

It was a surprise that those pearly droplets came from someone so monstrous.

That made the orange-furred monkey, constantly demand his most loyal monkeys, to make the loudest noise, at places where he knew, Macaque would be resting. The immortal sage, made it clear to himself, that he'd do anything, to make his 'companion' feel explicit pain.

It was wrong to but as a demon. It was easy to give in, to temptation.

Could you blame him though? His high-pitched screeching, and the constant begging for the pain to stop, was something that Monkie King, secretly and desperately craved.

Even if that caused his six multicolored ears, to bleed daily.

When it did occur. A crimson liquid, coated the grass.

As if on cue, The Sage, would come to his rescue, acting like a hero, a protective savour to sooth his victim— friend, and immediately reassure him, that the monkeys are having mindless fun. It's not something done in a sinister light nor intention.

There laying on his lap, was pathetic excuse of a demon, slowly crippling away in self pity. Wukong's eyes, scanned every expression, every twitch, every grimace.

Tears, pricked at the corner of Lihou's eye.

It was awfully, distasteful for a Infamous Sage, to have to run his fingers across the messy locks of the black-furred monkey, but sacrifices, had to be made.

So he listened in to every word that spilled out from Macaque's quivering lips.

In this way, It was easy to know Macaque's weakness.

What sound, made the demon tick.

That made him beg, and fall down to the ground, begging for the noise to stop, while they shamefully, plead to be put out of their misery.

Despite his symphatic gaze, Wukong intrenally laughed, laughing at how pitiful his friend looked. He didn't care, whether or not, it was morally wrong or not.

All he cared about, was seeing him sob and writh in pain

He clenched on Macaque's chin, caressing his friend's hair and fur, before turning his head, and pretending to make the monkies to shush.

The immortal sage, desired, for his mental breakdown to never stop, the way he greedily gasped for air, made Wukong feel strange, in a good way. But alas, He had to look like his friends knight in shining armor, He wanted to be the only person Macaque could turn too.

In order to do that, He had to make Macaque go distant, with the others animals, It was easy especially with his ears.

Did he care for the monkey?

No , he didnt, Not a single ouce of his soul cared for him.

He, just didn't want anyone making him smile, He was the only one allowed to make him smile, and the only one allowed to wipe it off his face.

He wanted to see Macaque hurt, both physically and mentally.

Make him so broken, that nobody would want him, nor would he want anyone else.

Then come swooping his victim up his arm, saying "I'm the only one, that cares for you"

Even though the scrolls, written had stated that Li Hou, was a Trickster God, the most mischievous fellow. It was Wukong, that was cruel out the both of them.

In the stories, Macaque was said to have attack the precious Tripitaka and, Wukong, the brave hero was the one who killed the beast.

Not everyone knew, only himself know that Macaque was only trying to warn, the monk from Wukong, trying to save him, after figuring out the Sage's true intention.

He refused, for Wukong to have another victim to manipulate and hurt him.

But if an unknown demon comes running to you at full force, with six ears, disheveled fear and blood thirsty eyes, than anyone can mistake it, as an attack.

Wukong, swiftly pinned him down, and his fingers twitched, at the sound of the measly cries of the demon. It has been centuries, since he last heard that cry

The whole trip to the west and, being trapped under the mountain didn't exactly give him time to enjoy his odd hobbies.

The finger joints, of Macaque's, had a purple undertone now, and was severly bruised, indicating he was in excruciating pain from overuse, of his limbs as a result from fighting so frequently to defend his own life—yet no matter how much physical pain was inflicted, towards the demon monkey.

The Monkie king believed, that was never enough, after so long too, He craved for that heartwrenching feeling of hearing the sobs of his friend.

To him a friend, was someone that gave him immense happiness.

He, licked his eye, the one he plucked right out of the demon's face. It was slimey, had a weird texture but Wukong didn't care, He was giddy knowing it was Macaque's eye, and for him.

He defined that as happiness.

It was his last fight, the terrified face of his past friend, was just staring at him, no pulse can be seen.

Wukong, frowned for a moment, He wished the fight would have go on any longer.

There was no pulse, He sighed before swiftly kicking the body off the cliff. He, didn't really care about dead bodies, he preferred them alive,

He, would miss the way Macaque would cry, but right now, A dead body was such a liability, and a pathetic thing like him, didn't deserve a priper burial.

He knew, he'd just reincarnate. or be brought back to life or something.

Besides, Wukong had all eternity to wait for his pal, to raise back up from the grave or come back.

If he got impatient, than a trip to the underworld could be a must.

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"Who hurt you?" The brunette questioned, his voice was soft spoken and tinted with concern. Macaque, couldn't answer that question, not now.

"Please.." The child, persisted and even pleaded, while he wrapped the bandages, around the demon's waist. Basing heavily on the wounds, He took quite the beating.

Macaque was getting mended by MK. Working quietly tailed behind them and thought how much waste of materials, That could be.

That six-eared bastard's only purpose was to be his plaything.

Wukong knew that bastard would just come back, over and over again, so there was no point in wasting such good materials.

Besides, There was that never-ending cycle that would come back, with torturing, making him cry, and seeing his last breath before dying. Then getting reincarnated.

Buddha knew not to interfere with his affairs, after all.

"Heya Bud! Mind if I borrow, Macaque over here?" The orange-furred monkey snickered, and interrupted him mid-sentence, with his hands behind his back.

He smiled at Macaque, and Macaque knew what that smile meant.

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie king #lmk mk #yandere wukong #dark shadowpeach #yandere wukong x macaque #maniac wukong

[purble-turble]

Ex yandere macaque: healing isnt linear, so macaque has little slips and backtracking. And that scares him, he doesnt want to go back, hes so happy now with his new friends and he just knows if they knew the truth they would reject him. So he seeks help from sandy. Obviously hes not completely truthful, but he tells him he was a tiny bit ultrafocused on wukong in the past, and how he accidently hurt him, and just downplays his yandere while still opening up.

Haha yeah, Macaque definitely needs therapy! And while talking to Sandy is definitely a good starting point for him opening up, you know the big blue guy is gonna recommend he see an actual therapist who he feels he can be more open with. (Sandy knows Macaque doesn’t share the full story with him.. he’s clever enough to figure that out at least lol)

#ask #shadowpeach #dark shadowpeach #yandere macaque #anonymous

[justahouakiuser]

Each has different point of view Connect the dots from lady bone demon/baigujing Six eared Macaque/Li er mihou and wukong even tho he was too depressed to mention anything to find the full story of how shadow peach broke apart And what the fuck is Mei’s ancestor White horse dragon doing there

#baigujing #lmk liu er mihou #lego monkie kid #lmk #six eared macaque #lmk monkey king #lmk macaque #lego monkie kid sun wukong #sun wukong #dark shadowpeach #lady bone demon #White horse dragon LMK #lmk shadowpeach #lmk shadow play

[starsfic]

Valentine's Week, Day 5, Part 2

Summary: All Wukong can do is scream. (Shadowpeach- Dark)

He screamed.

He couldn’t help it even as it tore at his throat and lungs. Sun Wukong knelt there and couldn’t help but scream. The mountains around echoed with the noise. It was raw and made his entire body ache.

In front of him, there was a scoff. “Stop screaming. It's not like anyone will hear you anyways, darling.”

Wukong couldn’t stop the scream.

As his successor’s body grew cold and still, he screamed. He knew that he should’ve been doing something, anything, else, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. Xiaotian’s face was set in a rigor of horror, his wide eyes thankfully reflecting the night sky instead of the monster looming over him. He should’ve been excitedly grinning or smiling.

Not this.

A hand knotted in his hair. There was a sudden yank and Wukong was pulled away from his successor. His scream of horror finally stopped in his ears. Instead, a horrified and choked “NO!” ripped its way out.

“He doesn’t matter, Peaches,” Macaque sighed. He continued to yank Wukong away from Xiaotian’s still body. Wukong tried to break loose, but his body was too numb to fight back. Macaque chuckled as the sound of a portal opened up. “Now, you have to deal with me.”

Darkness took him. 

#my writing #Shadowpeach #dark Shadowpeach #LMK #LMK AU #Monkie Kid #Monkie Kid AU #LEGO Monkie Kid #LEGO Monkie Kid AU #Sun Wukong #Macaque #Valentine's Week

[asleep-kat]

"Two halves."

#art #digital art #fanart #my art #digitalart #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #lmk fanart #monkie kid fanart #lmk macaque #lmk monkey king #lmk sun wukong #shadowpeach #The other title for this drawing was ''i wish we get more moments like these'' but i decided to just use this one #Also damn why are my art always so dark? #as in 'lighting' dark yk

[tohot4u]

🙈🙊🙉

#lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #lmk fanart #macaque #liu er mihou #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong #lmk shadowpeach #shadowpeach #hehheheh #sorry i’m indecisive #it was supposed to be just black and white #But like #Colors can be sexy to #Although #my skills will always be with the dark side…..

[its-malarkey]

A couple of weeks ago I bothered to spend the time to write out Wukong and Macaque’s leitmotifs because I noticed that they were very similar, differing primarily in that they weren’t identical, but up to a certain point were almost major vs minor versions of each other’s themes (pictured below)

Again, you can tell they’re not identical on paper, but to the ear they sound very similar, and it’s obviously not a coincidence that they start off with the same rhythm. You apparently can’t add more than one video to a post, so I’ll put the Macaque bit that I clipped and just say that I got Wukong’s from the end credits.

The similarities are notable, again, featuring Wukong in a major key and Macaque in minor key. (The version I wrote out is not in the same key as the clip; it was easier to compare them on paper when I wrote them in the sameish key.)

I’m no music analyst, I just took a year of the required colleges courses for music and switched away from it and still have everything ingrained in my head, so there’s not anything in particular I’m trying to say here, I just go bananas for it every time I hear either theme :))

Edit: I drew this out on FireAlpaca and forgot to mention that earlier. It’s not particularly relevant but I do think it’s funny

#oh to be sun and moon #to have your motif be a dark/light reflection of your most important person #truly loving the life #(so very gay of them) #lmk macaque #lmk #lego monkie kid #lego macaque #lmk Wukong #lmk sun wukong #Lego sun Wukong #Shadowpeach #lmk monkey king #lmk Shadowpeach #music analysis #not really lmao

[lopsushi]

You know what’s better than one Yandere monkey. Two Yandere monkeys!! ☺️

Me and @zarinosa are geniuses 🤓

#yandere sun wukong #crossover #not my au #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #macaque #monkey king #six eared macaque #lmk sun wukong #lmk monkey king #lmk macaque #lmk six eared macaque #lmk shadowpeach #shadowpeach #dark shadowpeach #lmk #lopsushi #my artwork

[dez-ku]

Here's an au I made thag is stuck in my head for a long while hahaha I made maniac wukong before and j was like....how about torture macaque 👁👁 so here ya go! :^)

Sorry for not posting much, I've been busy with college and just to let you know go follow my twitter and tiktok (dez_ku) and Instagram (dez_kuu) I'm more active there but there are times I don't go active at all because of being busy at school ~7~;;

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid fanart #lmk fanart #monkie kid fanart #fan art #fanart #lego monkie kid macaque #lmk macaque #monkie kid macaque #lego monkie kid sun wukong #lmk shadowpeach #lmk sun wukong #shadowpeach au #shadowpeach #lmk monkey king #lego monkie kid monkey king #dark shadowpeach

[thateldribitch]

Delusional

Y’know, stress can do a lot of terrible, terrible things to the body--a thought that had me in a chokehold since last night, and now has gripped me this morning until I put it to words. This happens basically right after Sins of the Father. I wasn't planning on making anything super connected, so don't expect that--but this idea just made sense.

This Yandere Wukong belongs to @lopsushi ! Sorry for all the pings, I just get so inspired by high emotion so XDD Here you go!

This story is also now on AO3, if you want all the disconnected yandere ramblings so far!

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There are many kinds of love.

So what does a parental yandere look like?

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He isn’t waking up.

The dark room smells of fever sweat. Little breaths puff out of a shivering body. So fragile. So small. Mortal. Mortal, with every beat of a fragile heart. Mortal, with every rattling breath, his lungs knocking against his rib cage, a patter-pitter-patter-rasp. 

And yet….

And yet.

Wukong can’t leave the doorway. He’s stone again. A guardian statue. Staring within. A pile of blankets makes a makeshift nest. It can be better. He can curl up with his mate, around their cub, tails all in a family knot, hold them close, hold them tight. No one can hurt them. Not when he’s there. But a disease can’t be torn apart, sinew by sinew, atom by atom. Painfully. Slowly. But bloodlust won’t make that little body stop shaking…. It’s a noise from his mate that finally spurs him to move. Some sort of murmur, a whimper, he doesn’t know. It’s small. Too small for his Starlight.

Blink. 

And he’s by his mate’s side. 

Macaque half-hangs off the cushioned bed, one hand curled around their cub’s. Their cub. Their cub. His mate. His. Carefully, he scoops Mac into his arms—one arm under his knees, another cradles his head. So small and light and precious and warm. Beautiful, even with his messy fur…. And the tear tracks carving across those fiery facial markings. But despite his efforts, his Starlight’s always been a light sleeper. It takes so little to make those beautiful eyes twitch awake. “Mmn, Wukong?” 

“Shhhh….” He nuzzles into that soft juncture of Mac’s throat, letting out a half-purr. He can’t manage anything full-bodied and reassuring. Something his mate must need. Gods, those dark circles beneath his eyes…. Wukong despises the worry his darling must feel. “...I’m just moving you to our room.”

“...Don’t…. I-I need—” Macaque squirms, uselessly. Wukong is stronger…. And those struggles are so weak. Has Mac eaten? Has he drank? It’s been hours. Or an eternity. Wukong doesn’t know, the moment MK got sick, Mac… Mac didn’t want him in the room. And he appreciates those protective instincts for their cub, he does, it’s adorable and amazing and it makes him love Mac more! But…. It’s torture watching him fall apart to try and keep MK… healthy. And he’s watched. Of course he has. Mac just… didn’t let him past the doorway, beyond his silent vigil, his burning red eyes.

“Starlight, you’re exhausted. Rest.” He tries to insist.

“I-I need to be with him.” Those struggles increase. It’s gone from weak twitching to desperate flailing, and Wukong usually hates when Mac tries to get away from him. But he’s not. Not really. Every movement is a surge towards their cub. “Please. Wukong. Let… Let me stay.”

He hesitates. Fuck, does he hesitate. He’s torn apart by two instincts, to ensure the health of his mate and to ensure that his cub is taken care of. We don’t need to. We can always have another. Something dark purrs in the back of his mind. We can even make it painless. It’s something with sweet, poisonous claws. The same loving claws that hold Macaque so tight to his heart. The same claws that curl through his Darling’s fur. His claws. His love. Curling around Macaque, cradling him close, cradling him close to his heart—

“Monkie King!” A sunshine smile. 

Wukong settles Mac into MK’s bed. He tears a fistful of hairs from his head, heedless of the pain. The pain is nothing, a fly bite. His hairs poof into blankets. The softest, warmest blankets that he adds to the nest, piling Mac in, wrapping them up, curling around them, his mate, his cub, tangled together in a comforting pile of heart beat and breath and fur. Soft. Warm. His. 

A cough makes him flinch.

“Why isn’t he better?” Wukong’s voice cracks under the weight of his worry, as he skims his fingers over that burning forehead. “It’s…. It’s been—”

“A week, Wukong. It’s been a week.” Macaque speaks, but his eyes are closed when the Monkey King looks over. He’s struggling to keep awake. His hearing isn’t as good as his darling’s, but Wukong can hear those measured breaths. Counted breaths. Trying to stay conscious. But those eyelids are too heavy. Mac can’t even keep his eyes open.

“Too long.” His tail thumps against the bed. Once, twice. “He was fine. I don’t understand. Food, toys, clothes, games, everything he could want a-and—all the best things. He shouldn’t be sick, he— he was fine.”

“...He wasn’t.” It’s a weak murmur. Mac’s breaths even out before he can retort. Wukong’s lips pinch. By now, their cub should see. Right? MK needs to know that this is his home. That Wukong is his father and Mac is his mother. He should know that by now. Why…? Why can’t he see that?

Minutes. Hours. Time blurs. A hitch of breath breaks him out of his meditation—trance? Whatever. He doesn’t care. Hope leaps in his chest. His son’s fingers twitch! MK. MK! He wants to scoop him into his arms and nuzzle his cheeks and groom his messy, messy bed hair and…. MK’s eyes open. Brown. Blurry. But open. Open and— and not bright, dull with the fever. But open. Finally open.... “...Hey, Son.” Wukong doesn’t miss the way MK flinches, as he rubs his forehead. He massages his temples. Wukong gets headaches there, sometimes. He hopes it makes him feel better. It will. “...How are you feeling?”

“...Leave.” MK’s eyes slide shut. It’s almost like the mere word is an effort. And so raspy, dry, such a dry throat. He needs water. Ice water with lemon and mint and money and food, good, refreshing fruits and rest and—

“What?” The word finally catches up to the King.

“Why… Why are you even… here?” MK blearily turns his head away. It must be the fever. It must be the fever.

“I-I– because you’ve been sick.” So sick. Unconscious for a week, making both of them worry, he’d scold MK but it’s not his fault. “I’ve been so worried—”

“Don’t,” MK grates out. It’s almost a growl. And his little baby fangs flash. Wukong wants better water for him, but he settles with the cup he left for Macaque. It’s untouched. His mate needs water too, he’s immortal but he doesn’t need to suffer and….

“Don’t what?” Lightly, he scoops a hand under MK’s head. Carefully tilts it forward, so he can press the cup to his lips. Drink. Drink. Why is he still trying to turn away? He has to be thirsty, he must be thirsty. Insistently, he presses the cup a little harder. It forces MK’s lips open, and he has to drink. Wukong doesn’t waterboard him, but it’s a damn near thing. His son gets a few mouthfuls before he violently jerks his head away, but. Wukong will take it. He’ll take it. It’s better than nothing… for now.

“You don’t…. Stop. Stop acting like you still… c-care.” Tears. MK. Is crying. Why? No, he needs that water, don’t cry, he doesn’t need to cry. Wukong’s claws are so gentle as he thumbs away the tears. “Y-You don’t care. You never did. You don’t love me. This isn’t….” 

“...You think I don’t love you?” Horror trembles through Wukong’s voice. How? How could he not… see he did? What did he do wrong? 

“...You hurt me.” MK murmurs, his eyes dizzily skimming the ceiling. Everywhere but him. Wukong desperately searches his mind for an answer. The transformation? It was necessary. MK’s life span isn’t their own. Or, wasn’t. Being a celestial monkey will extend that, at least until he’s either willing ready to learn Taoism or he can get another method to make sure their cub stays with them forever. And— And it’s hard to get into heaven, for him, right now. He can’t get a peach or a pill or wine. He can’t…. He can’t make sure death won’t claim his little cub. “You lied to me.”

“When?” Wukong stares at MK, uncomprehending. When did he lie? Images spiral.

A boy clinging to a ceiling. Eyes shining as they alight on his staff, despite his fear of the demons plotting below. The boy sees the staff and wants it, so he’ll have it. Wukong, from the moment he sees him, is ready to give those shining eyes the world. Wukong knows. He knows, in that moment, that this boy is his. He starts with giving him his staff.

A successor, who braved demons and volcanoes and the ocean itself, to try and bring his staff to him. Who he watches, every step of the way. He can’t step in, not yet. Not yet. He needs to see what the boy can do, he wants to see what the boy can do. Pride fills him at every little victory. He can’t tear his eyes away from any fight. As a butterfly, a hawk, a fly, he follows the boy through his first, small journey. Baby steps. It’s like watching a baby take his first steps. 

A baby who throws himself at his feet when he loses the staff. Who shines with the King’s encouragement, with the mere belief that of course he can get the staff back. Because he’s perfect. He’s the perfect successor. A ball of sunshine and laughs and he’s just like him. Before the Journey. Mischief, happiness, a little Wukong. His. His little Wukong, from the moment he sees him.

A little Wukong, who he can’t hold the hand of every step of the way, but he can offer encouragement. He can limit his powers, help him control them to fight demons in a weather tower, train him to use his staff, and then—then it gets better. MK finds his darling. He gets his mate, he gets his son, and he takes them home. Where they belong. His family, his perfect little family.

Just as Macaque became irreplaceable to him, so did MK.

No one else could be his cub.

He doesn’t want anyone else.

“MK. Not just anyone could be my cub, my successor. I love you. So much. I….” It’s a different love than his love for Mac. Obviously. His cub is something precious that he needs to protect, hold, teach. To show how to groom and forage and do all the things he learned to do. Gentler. No filet. A gentle hand and an occasional scolding word, but never… to hurt. A sunshine smile that makes his insides feel so soft and makes him want to hug the little one so close. And there’s clouds over that smile, but they’ll part eventually. MK made his life so bright, so bright, when all he had was darkness and lost his mate and— MK brought his darling back to him. He took his staff, he learned from him, and he’s just as much Wukong’s as Macaque is. His love for them is as deep as the ocean, deeper, extending beneath the Earth’s crust and boiling in the lava at its center.

There’s no way to put it into words.

Maybe that’s why those eyes stay so… disbelieving.

“...Liar.” It’s the fever talking. It must be the fever talking…. But what can he— MK. Breathing. He’s not breathing. Why is he not breathing? No. Nonononononono— N O. Wukong pulls his staff from his ear. It goes from a needle to a pole in mere moments. Bloodlust. Anger. The desire to rip and tear and—his smile widens, more fangs than anything else. So the Ten Kings think they can take his son, do they?

He’ll burn their kingdom to the ground.

And t h e n—he’ll tear MK’s name out of the Book of Death.

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Is MK technically dead? Nooooot exactly, but also yes? Do you really think Wukong will let him stay dead? N o p e. Anyway this wasn't supposed to end like that, but y'know, I kinda love the imagery.

Feast upon the angst, my children.

#yandere sun wukong #sun wukong #mk #parental sun wukong #dad sun wukong #macaque #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid #lmk #i got this idea at one in the morning #wrote it for hours when i woke up #really should do my homework now lol #shadowpeach #dark shadowpeach #background shadowpeach #obsessive behavior #character death: technically

[luciel-anciel]

Distant Memory (Dark/Yandere Shadowpeach) (Part Two)

Part One:

Prompt: Someone is breaking down, after all the stress and trauma.

But, mostly because their desperate to have what they want.

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And, I tend to write Macaque, with the use of Gender Neutral pronouns, such as they/them, same goes for MK.

But sometimes, I also use he/them for both of them.

TW: Toxic Relationship Mental Torment, Degradation, Desperation , Violence, Abuse, Suffocation, Choking, Implied Death, Huge Emphasize of Mental Breakdown and Unhealthy & Obsessive Mindset.

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There was a harsh glow emitting from their pupils, It was illuminating an ugly and muddy purple, to reflect the uglier emotion the ebony-furred monkey was flooded with.

"Y-You, It's always MK this! Mk that! It could never be us again"  The one demon who brought him, true happiness in earlier centuries during their time in Flower Fruit Mountain, was the same demonic creature who stripped them from their own common sense and, lose all their calculated thought process.

Macaque could handle all the verbal abuse or all these, baseless taunts but being told they could never, see their peaches ever again, instantly made them crack.

"Why, Why, Why couldn't it just be us? The hero and the warrior?"

The Monkie King, winced in pain as he got abruptly pushed into the solid ground floor. He, was also loosing his composure but slightly had an advantage since he meditated earlier, to mentally prepare himself, since he knew right from the start, that all his constant taunts would lead to this.

But, having a deadpanned expression to mask away the pain that shook his entire body, didn't help ease Macaque, in this situation.

They needed a sign, that Wukong felt something aside from the constant sarcastic or petty attitude. They, wanted to see remose, mostly guilt or any type of emotion, written on Wukong's face. Even if that emotion expressed pain.

Perhaps maybe—The Hero was guilty for leaving Warrior all alone and forgot about him.

"Why couldn't we just live happily ever after? Why couldn't it be, The Hero remembered the warrior and, they finally lived happily ever after!"

Yet, They saw none of that and it gave off the impression, that the Self-Proclaimed Great Sage, Equal to Heaven was better than them, and all these monologing was just 'useless' to him.

"Y—"

No more, of this. A pair of dark-furred hands, tightly wrapped around the sage's throat which blocked his esophagus. Wukong, made gagging noise, drool dripping down his mouth as he tried to breath in any oxygen, while the crown automatically got activated, squeezing into his head. It felt like, it was crushing his very skulls.

"M-Mihou! J-just stop this madness"  Wukong grimaced, wasn't able to forsee or, defend himself from getting assaulted. He, assumed it was just the usual emotional ranting and wouldn't be subjected to anything physical.

But, Macaque was getting unpredictable.

His chest felt heavy, when Macaque sat on his stomach, and squeezed the living daylights of his, already sore throat

Their purple eyes reflected the piteous and woeful expression of their hostage, But, That didn't make them stop, It only seemed to encourage him more, the shouting becoming louder. 

"You don't get to call me that! It could never be us!" Those pure eyes that once shined brightly like a sapphire gem, was now a surge of tsunami that would drown anyone that dared to look at straight in the eye

His golden eyes, that was fiery with passion was slowly dying down and made a few futile attempts to claw his way out of the dark furred monkey, grasp.

"Don't look at me like that, It'll make me feel so guilty, knowing that I harmed your little successor." Macaque purred, voice drawled closely to the Sage's ear.

The immortal being dug his long nails, deep into the flesh of Macaque's wrist and arms, scratches littered all over his arms but the six-eared demon, didn't wince but rather showed, a lazy yet maniacal smile while his pupils, were trembling, from being overcome with sorrow—but looked deprived from all sanity.

"N-No! Mk is—" Monkie King, moved and trudged around his captor's iron grip.

"MK, is just a simple human being, who didn't have to work for anything, for anyone but got what he wanted! " Macaque abruptly cut him off, refusing to listen to another mutter to how a mortal kid, was his hope and life.

They pressed their claws even furthur on his Simian's throat, just lightly scratching his neck in the process.

"My successor, is strong, He's-!"

"Dead..!"

With just a single word, Monkey king fell silent, as his heart dropped. He muttered, something incoherent but Macaque's ears perked up, catching that low mumble. He refused to believe that this delusional monster, could lay a single hand on his prodigy could, unless he'd be given evidence but still, that  threat frightened him.

If he was told this earlier, He'd be enraged instead, but this time. He was anxious, because his death would explain why Wukong been trapped here for long periods of time, and haven't been rescued yet.

"You're absolutely selfish, you know that?"

His pulse slowly weakening but due to his immortal state, He couldn't die, Just be subjected to pain by a certain someone who kept on holding on to the past and never learned how to move on.

"You only care about yourself, only showing emotion when you're hurt." Macaque, had flashbacks to when he and Wukong, were just young chimps, just innocent little monkies with no care in the world, Only having themselves as company. How did that all fall apart?

"But when you hurt me. You act nothing ever happened!" They, still remember those days where the tall grass would brush against their fur, while chasing around Peaches, but now, Their, always in the shadows or darker corners, and agonizingly watch as Wukong play with other people, slowly leaving them alone to rot.

"But when it comes to that kid. You, magically have a caring heart!"

They cried out, tears, streaming down his face, Macaque was the one who would chase Sun wukong through the meadows.

"I hate you so much, Wukong."

He, was the one who would climb the highest tree to find the ripest and sweetest fruits for him.

"I hate, how you make me feel like a complete mess"

He, was the one who would clean the mud on his feet.

"I hate how you replaced me! "

Macaque, was the one who would gather sweet fragrance to clean off the Sage's body, but even his efforts to do anything for the sage, That still didn't cement his spot to be by the King's side.

"I hate how, I still have f-feelings for you

All the things, they had was gone and no amount of force or effort, would bring the past back.

"But now, It's just the two of us, Just the two of us"

Monkie King was quiet, too quiet.

As if waited for the right moment to strike.

"How about you stop babbling?" Wukong, choked out, blood dripping from his nose from the immense pain. He wasn't scared of death, He wasn't scared of Macaque but was scared of loosing his prodigy.

"You're just jealous that Kiddo, is way better than you" He, stopped trying to claw his way out of this, and instead pulled on Macaque's collar, their faces just a few inches apart, and cooed sarcastically.

"Atleast, MK was way better in keeping a relationship than you" He snickered, He had a completely platonic relationship with his prodigy, but used that as an example, to try his best and turn the table, this time.

"Just stop this nonsense, Mango"

" Shut up! It's just us, Just the two of us"

Macaque, growled. Things never went his way, He could never find a way to mentally break the Sage, nor stop him from always thinking about his other team mates and crew.

"You need to learn on how to move on, besides I know the crew ain't dead"

"I killed him, I already said his dead. I already killed him. I, said I murdered MK. I murdered him. Why do you still think of them?!"

Wukong, eyes widen but not in fear, not anymore but rather, in realisation at the dark-furred monkey's mispoken words.

Macaque, covered his face. Tears getting uncontrollable, that single moment of vunrability, loosen his grasp and that was more than enough for Sun Wukong, to get the upperhand and push the demon down and, pulled a reverse on them.

With him now, strangling his captor, for domiance, and using long chains, wrapped on his wrist, as a way to straddled Macaque down.

"You honestly think, I'd believe you?" The metallic chains, now wrapped around Macaque's throat.

"If you had killed the poor kid, Wouldn't you have hanged his head on display?" Wukong, questioned even more, the blood dripping earlier from his opening, didn't stop. It only seeped out, and fall down to Macaque's cheek.

"You're just lying, after all, You're just Macaque, The Trickster God." 

Macaque whimpered, He could handle every punch, every remark or back talk, but the thought of loosing Wukong again, was too much to bear.

"If I let you belittle me, If I let you hurt or harm me.. Would you promise to stay with me?" His plan, was to originally make Wukong submit to them, and mentally break him.

But clearly, That didn't work.

"Shut up, You wanted it, to just be the two of us, right?.."

Macaque questioned himself,

That maybe, They were the broken one after all.

"Then you're getting it..." 

With that, The chains snapped and the wax candle, blew off its final light.

The cell fully engulfed in darkness, with the abuser becoming the abused again.

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A/N: For this type of trope, It's usually the victim mentally breaking down, but I pulled out an uno reverse and made the kidnapeé break mentally instead.

#lego monkie kid #jttw #yandere sun wukong #lego monkie king #yandere macaque #dark shadowpeach #shadowpeach #lmk shadowpeach #wukong x macaque #monkie kid sun wukong #sun wukong #yandere wukong #yandere six eared macaque #yandere lego monkie kid

[purble-turble]

Macaque choosing sandy to date in the yandere SWK

That's probably a pretty safe bet for Macaque.. I mean, Sandy is not only a very gentle and safe person to be around, which is something that would do Macaque a lot of good, but he's also no pushover. He doesn't fight anymore, but he is probably the most likely person to be able to not die when facing a pissed off Monkey King lol

#ask #lunartides #shadowpeach #dark shadowpeach #yandere wukong #anonymous

[justahouakiuser]

Mihou’s death

#lego monkie kid #lmk #dark shadowpeach #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #lmk monkey king #lego monkie kid sun wukong #lmk liu er mihou #journey to the west