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beauleifu · 2 years

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Can I request a Macaque x male reader that somehow keeps getting hurt? (angst, fluff, comedy etc you decide)

Sure! Roughly 2k oneshot, hope you like it! Will definitely be angsty 'cause Macaque don't take bullshit very well lmao

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MACAQUE X M!READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You are Macaque's training partner, slave to his every instruction. But hey, he's just trying to make you stronger and you're all for a little grime and sweat. Unfortunately, you're the type to take it too far, and you don't want your friend to notice.

TW: Blood, injury, language

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Again.

You grit your teeth, glaring at the obstacle course you'd set up for yourself.

Do it again. There's no room for mistakes.

Closing your eyes, you ready yourself, inhale sharply, and bound forward. Instantly, you come face to face with swinging punching bags, loaded with metal for maximum damage.

You dart sideways, arms brought up to shield your face as a rotating wooden post slams horizontally into you.

All part of training.

Clearing the course is no easy task, but paired with your stamina, increasing strength, and sheer determination, you get it done in five minutes tops. At the end, you're sweating buckets, aching all over, and hunched over with your hands planted on your knees. With every heave of breath rushes a swell of pride.

Then it fades, as you remind yourself that someone could do it faster.

Two minutes. You can at least scrape that.

Walking back around the weapon infested field, you ignore the pain aching in your arms and legs, preparing yourself for a second attempt.

"Okay . . . Okay."

Puffing out a breath, you assume an offensive position and launch yourself into the arena.

~~~

"(Y/N)!"

With a gasp, you sit up and try to pinpoint the vessel who'd said your name. Who-

They shout out again. "(Y/N), I'm here for our training session!"

Oh. Right. Macaque.

It seems as though he's trying to locate you, his voice distant and muffled from beyond the walls that separate you both. You try to sit up, but your body immediately protests. Ho boy.

"Ooooh, shit," you say, awed at your stupidity.

There's no way Macaque won't notice your unusual level of exhaustion. To add, your body hurts like hell.

Huffing, you call out. "In here!"

"You- uh, coming!"

What a dork. When he wants to be, of course. You find yourself wearing a tired, yet amused smile when the monkey demon strides into the training arena, golden eyes searching for you. When he spots you sitting on the wall furthest from the entrance, he offers a wave.

"Taking five?"

You groan, stretching your protesting limbs. "More like thirty."

He hums in acknowledgement, eyes sliding to the various equipment scattered about the room. A chuckle escapes him. "I see you've been busy. . . ."

"Just saving you some time," you lie.

In reality, you've spent days doing just this. Training. Pushing yourself to the limit.

Fighting the aches, you get to your feet and clap your hands together. "So!" You say, clearing your throat. "Shall we get started, then?"

"I don't see why not," Macaque says, eyes sharpening.

Suddenly, he's wielding one of his signature weapons, the edges tinted with purple magic. You know this one well, having experienced it first hand. Of course, Macaque always promises never to deal too much damage, even though you do hint from time to time at wanting to up your game.

Immediately, you know what's coming. The Six-Eared Macaque flashes you a challenging smirk. "Want me to go easy on you again?"

"Like hell," you grunt, assuming a wobbly defensive position.

The demon looks you up and down, unimpressed. "This is gonna be really quick, I can tell."

He's pushing your buttons.

And it's working. He's getting a rise out of you and that's what makes you dart to his right, to his blind spot. You think you have him, but that dark look to his strange smile proves you wrong.

In a blur of movement, he's gone, and you've been successfully neutralized.

In other words, he tripped you. Easily.

"Gosh, you are slow," Macaque hums, smirking.

Gritting your teeth, you get to your feet and brush yourself off furiously. "Shut up. Come at me again."

"Awww, is the little man mad-"

You lunge at him, your staff raised to strike. The monkey closes his eyes, and a gust of air has you grimacing- and then he's got the staff in one hand.

With a glare, you look up at him, trying to wrench the damn thing out of his hand.

"Let go, Macaque."

He scoffs, rolling his eyes fondly. "(Y/N), we just started training. Don't you wanna, y'know, plan our day out a bit before attacking me?"

"You-" Fumbling for words, you yank your staff back. "Fine!"

"Super. Now, let's figure out how to get around . . . your . . ." Macaque's voice trails off, his eyes lowering to your arms and legs, which are currently uncovered. You're just in your traditional sleeveless top and shorts. The deep bruises and rashes on your skin are clear as day.

The demon fixes his golden eyes on you. "Did you get into a fight or something?"

"Wha- Oh. You talking about these?" You ask, raising your arms for inspection. You keep the staff in hand in case Macaque is only luring you into a false sense of security. "No."

"Okay, well, what happened?" He presses, slightly annoyed.

You regard him apprehensively. "I'm training, dude. This shit is just part of the package."

He blinks, registering the information.

After gazing at the bodily damage for a few moments, Macaque's weapon suddenly dematerializes, and his shoulders sag in a sign of relaxation. He's done fighting for now. You lower your defenses, tilting your head in confusion. "Uh-"

"Take five," he grunts, turning away and heading for the water bottles.

You stare. "The hell?"

"(Y/N), you don't understand the meaning of balance, do you," Macaque deadpans, somewhat harshly, as he snatches some water and chugs it down.

"Seriously? I'm balanced," you retort, following him.

Wiping his chin, he glares. "Really? Cause the way I see it, you didn't stop training when the bruises came in."

"Why should I? It's unproductive."

Really, the true reason you keep going is because you know for a fact that Macaque wouldn't quit after sustaining damage. You've seen him train with a twisted ankle. He says he needs to keep his skills and abilities up to date and as strong as ever; to never let a setback take you away from training.

He's being a damn hypocrite right now, telling you that you should've taken a break to heal when you became hurt.

The monkey demon sighs frustratedly. "Look, I respect your passion and all, but this isn't the way to go about getting stronger. It's honestly just making you weak."

Your cheeks flood with heat at the obvious insult. He's totally insulting you.

Right?

"Dude! I'm literally doing what you said to do and this is the thanks I get? What was all that shit about not giving up?" You spit, gesturing to your arms, littered with bruises. "I'm not about to quit because of some stupid bumps."

Macaque looks angry - with himself. "I know I said that, but there's a difference between hurting yourself and becoming stronger."

"Maybe there's not. Maybe pain is strength."

"Really?" The demon fixes his sharp, calculating eyes on you. His weapon suddenly appears in one hand, and he tosses it carelessly. "Then prove it."

Oh shit.

A voice in your ear whispers that you simply can't accept the challenge.

That doing so would not only boost Macaque's ego when you lose, but also prove you wrong. That you were wrong to spend hours training and sustaining all these injuries. That it was all for nothing.

Obviously, that's the last thing you want proven.

But the other voice is angered by Macaque's taunt, and frustrated at your poor performance today. That side still wants to do more, still desires to impress your friend.

Your features harden. "Fine. I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

"Oh? Well, then," the demon hums, bowing. When he looks up, a wide, evil smirk is plastered on his face. "I'm waiting. . . ."

Fucking FINE.

Shifting your weight, you lunge at the asshole, expression contorted with determination. You strike with the spear, but the target suddenly darts to the side, hands behind his back in a clear message that says, I don't even have to do much to avoid you, bro. Now that's weak.

You're sufficiently pissed off.

Throwing an insult at Macaque, you spin around to face him.

Only, he's not where he should be. And that's when you feel a presence behind you, and you know you're too late.

"Told you," Macaque murmurs, a wicked amusement playing on his tone. With a grunt, he shoves you forward and you fall face-first on the floor.

You lost.

It was over so fast, and the finishing blow doesn't even cut it. He simply had to push you.

Your hands ball into fists. For a moment, your eyes are trained on the floor with fury and shame as you get to your hands and knees. And then, you see two feet in front of you. Then a hand, as Macaque lowers himself down in front of you.

"Take five," he says, voice surprisingly gentle. "Or thirty, even."

You look up, eyes wide.

Your training partner, your idol, your friend, is just trying to help you. And instead of acting civilized and normal, you'd challenged him to a battle you were destined to lose.

It's a knife to your pride. Grudgingly, you sit back on your rear, crossing your legs. "Fuck you."

"I was just trying to make a point."

"So was I."

He eyes you curiously, still kneeling. "Huh. You gonna tell me, or . . ?"

"I just . . . want to be the strongest I can be," you sigh after a moment. Eyes on the floor, you continue; "I get it that I'll never be as strong as you, I'm no demon. But it doesn't hurt to try, and only I know my body's limits."

Macaque turns a thoughtful eye towards the ceiling. "Sure. But despite knowing your limits, you pushed way past them."

"I mean, duh. That's how you get stronger."

"Okay, fact me this: how many days have you been going on like this?"

Oh.

This makes you pause. He'd certainly detect it if you lied, so in the end, you cave. "Uh . . . like five days, give or take. I took plenty of breaks, though."

"Hmm." There's something hollow to Macaque's gaze. "No wonder you look like shit."

"Hey . . ."

"I'm kidding. But seriously, you need to take better care of yourself. It's nice to want to be strong and it's nice to see results, but you're going about this all wrong. Tell you what-" With that, he stands up, hands on hips. "I'll have you over tomorrow so we can figure this out, but for now, try to rest. When you come over, we'll make a schedule for you or something."

You turn your narrow-eyed gaze up to meet his. It does sound like a good idea; besides, you're exhausted, and sleep sounds nice. "I . . . Yeah. Fine."

"Fine? Great. I'll go pop some popcorn."

"Wha-"

The demon walks towards the door, expression careless. "Pick out whatever movie you want, I don't care."

"We were literally just training-"

His eyebrows skyrocket at your refusal. "(Y/N), dude, just shut up. Pick a movie, get some blankets, and meet me on the couch. We're gonna fix you up."

"You're an asshole."

"Don't make me regret being so nice to you."

***

ALSO ALSO I HAVE IDEA FOR ANOTHER SCENARIO IF ANGST ISN'T FOR YOU LMAO

Macaque and you are going for a stroll and you keep tripping, keep bumping into the corners of tables or even people. At first, your companion makes fun of you every time you slip up, but eventually begins to show concern as pain slips past your features each time another incident occurs.

He'd stop laughing, showing concern as he asks if you're all right.

But you're a big boy, no way you'd ever admit you're in pain. You're just rather unlucky as of late. So you try to label it off as nothing, chuckling nervously.

Then you run headfirst into a lamppost.

That definitely gives you a bloody nose, and you flinch back with a yell, clutching the area.

Pain floods your face, but Macaque is quick to the rescue, demanding a random stranger to give them a tissue

mommy mode activated

he'd take you back to his place and ask you constantly what the hell is wrong, like bro why are you so clumsy today

its all fun and games until you get hurt

He doesn't like letting people know he cares, but when it comes to you and what you'd been through today, he'll let loose and ask if there's anything you need

Total awkward fluffboy

doesn't trust anyone else to baby you he's the chosen one

must do it in his awkward way

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk macaque #macaque x reader #blood/injury #angst #but i refuse to make you suffer at the end #macaque pities your soul #macaque x male reader #oneshot #lmk headcanons #macaque is an ass #no i'm kidding #he actually cares for you a hella bunch #good ending #fluff #thanks for the ask!

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sleighhethereal · 3 months

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• so like

• the little ones around the mountain would get groomed by Wukong atleast once a month.

• it's just, the sight of it getting into their eyes really bothers the shit outta him.

• because we all know Wukong takes care of himself, such as; shaving his eyebrows, managing his fur, probably does skincare like cucumbers over his eyes and putting vaseline over his lips.

• so he'd make schedules for each little monkey and groom them.

• but

• the little guys hate it, they hate it so much.

• Wukong would struggle so much cutting their long fur, since the little ones would squirm really hard and he had to buy a little muzzle so they wouldn't bite him.

"Just a little— hey, heY! No biting, be grateful! You hafta look up just to see a goddamn flower!"

• Wukong always feels bad doing it because the little ones would whine like they were crying, but like— he barely touched them, so he doesn't know what to feel.

• here comes you, saving the day, because he asked you for help— promising to just fetch you via cloud.

• the plan was simple, you'd hold them while he snips at their long hairs.

• you once asked him why couldn't he just summon like ten of his monkey clones to assist him, but he'd always make up some excuse like..

"I mean, you're already here and my head hurts, ya know? Using my power just drains me, you don't want to see me in pain, do you?"

• gives you the sparkly-eyes like a wet dog

• he just wants to spend time with you but he'd never say it seriously.

• it was actually funny seeing him scold the monkeys for moving too much, or threatening to bite him.

• you'd hum the little ones silly little Disney songs or random lullabies to distract them from the razor's buzzing, since that seemed to stress them out, causing them to struggle.

• it was fun, just the two of you hanging out.

• when you guys were done after a few days, Wukong would build up courage to ask you out on a few outings... dates, if you wanna call them that.

• all perfect until Macaque decided to join for no damn reason.

• i mean, there is a reason, Macaque wants you too.

• Macaque would accidentally push Wukong into one of his shadow portals and offer his help to you.

"OH MY GODS, MACAQUE!"

"What? He's fine, he's many times immortal. He needs exercise every now and then. Enough about him, did you miss me?"

• he'd say it so sweetly as Wukong would zip back to his mountain, wet and angry because Macaque just dumped his ass into the ocean.

• that piece of shit. Macaque knows what he's doing.

• he never knew why but the little ones are always much more calmer with Macaque.

• they'd barely move and sometimes they'd fucking fall asleep.

• you didn't even need to do anything.

"Just sit still and look pretty. Now tell me, baby, how was your day?"

• fuming Wukong

• Wukong would just pout and grumble as he watched you and Macaque converse, hearing Macaque's little hidden insults about him- but you didn't know.

• they'd fist-fight when you leave, yelling and throwing insult here and there. they'd never fight in front of you, atleast not physically.

• would pinch and poke each others sides while you weren't looking, lightning struck inbetween their eyes as they fought for your attention.

• at the end of the day, they'd definitely work together to make you happy— but that doesn't magically make them get along, no.

#lego monkie kid #lego monkie king #lego macaque #lego wukong #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid sun wukong #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #sun wukong x y/n #monkie kid macaque #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #macaque #liu er mihou #macaque x reader #macaque x y/n #grown ass monkeys fighting over you #you know this but dont do anything #because its funny watching them quarrel

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