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kiyovazquez · 3 days

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Memories - Macaque x Kiyo

Notes: I like to write although I may lack practice. English is not my first language so I used a translator, I'm sorry if the writing has spelling mistakes or pronouns are changed haha.

It was a warm night with a full moon, where its silvery glow filtered through the bright lights of the city. From atop the roof, the warm wind brought echoes of pop music and muffled laughter rising from the apartments.

On an old blanket of light blue and white, Macaque lay in a carefree posture, a half-drunk can of soda in his hand. Beside him, Kiyo gazed up at the night sky; her short dark hair contrasted with the pearly color of her scaly skin.

The young goddess turned her face to her six eared demon friend and gave a half-smile.

—I can't believe you went so many years without dating— she whispered in a jocular tone. — You've got to be kidding me.

Macaque gave him an amused look back, undeterred by the teasing.

—Maybe I exaggerate a little— said Macaque with a half-smile, before taking a sip. — There was the occasional fling, but I was more focused on getting revenge on Wukong and making his life miserable than I was on my love life.

Kiyo listened to him intently, her eyes reflecting the moonlight.

—But... —she encouraged him to continue.

Macaque let out a short laugh and sighed, as if recalling some memory of his past wanderings.

—I must admit I have a few stories to tell— he admitted mischievously. — Some antics from my youth that might interest you. But that's for another night...

Macaque laid his back on the old blanket, leaving the half-drunk can to one side. He clasped his hands behind his neck and closed his yellow eyes in a carefree attitude. He smiled sideways as he heard a soft moan come from the lips of Kiyo, who stood beside him.

—Come on, I know well your taste for bragging about your exploits— she prompted him mischievously. — I don't think a few past love stories will tarnish your reputation.

Macaque opened his healthy eye and looked at her from the corner of his eye, with a mischievous smile peeking between his lips.

—Are you jealous? — he asked mockingly. — Why so much interest in my love life?

Kiyo raised an eyebrow, unfazed by the joke. The moonlight reflected off her scales, giving her an unearthly glow.

—I'm simply intrigued to learn more about you— she replied calmly, lying down beside him on her side so she could see him. — Unless you fear not living up to your own legends.

Macaque let out a short laugh. He knew the goddess had succeeded in disarming his cunning trap. So, he took a deep breath and prepared to evoke his most secret memories to please his astute listener, who looked at him intrigued to learn more about his love interest.

—The truth is that I have only fallen in love twice— confessed Macaque in a low voice.

Kiyo arched an eyebrow in a mocking gesture, though her eyes revealed a hint of surprise. Over 500 years of existence and only having two affairs was hardly believable.

—I don't believe you— she replied mockingly.

—There is a difference between mere carnal pleasure and true love— he replied wisely.

—I must agree with you on that one— Kiyo admitted, easing his mockery. —May I know more details?

Macaque averted his gaze and his smirk faded. He reflected with a more serene and calm countenance.

—Mmmhhh... – he mumble between my lips, debating internally. — If I talk too much, it could ruin my reputation— he said in a thoughtful tone.

—Not even for me? — the girl asked. Her eyes, veiled in doubt, searched his. —I promise to keep silent.

Macaque analyzed her request. Talking about his first love with her, his only friend, didn't seem so far—fetched. However, he still wasn't sure he could trust her with his secret.

Kiyo noticed his hesitation. Her voice, suddenly softened, caressed his ears:

—We have all fallen in love with people who in the end have not been worth it, you should not be ashamed of that... —she murmur, trying to reassure his friend. — Forgive me, you shouldn't tell me if you don't feel comfortable talking about it.

Kiyo lay down next to him, contemplating the starry blanket above them. Only a few stars shone amidst the darkness of the city. Macaque pondered silently, wondering whether to finally unveil that memory buried for centuries. The warmth of his friend enveloped him, softening the old wounds of time.

In the background, a soft melody was playing from the young goddess's phone, with a metallic light blue tone. Macaque did not recognize the song, but its rapture filled his serene mood.

After a while of thoughtful silence, he spoke in a murmur:

—Wukong....

Kiyo looked up into his friend's yellow eyes expectantly. That revelation was coming after centuries of secrecy.

—I guess he was my first love.

The goddess could not hide her surprise. Was he in love with his now nemesis? The one who once tormented her out of past grievances. Kiyo ignored the details of the story between Wukong and Macaque, ignorant of a past not yet fully revealed, only that they were great friends, brothers in the order founded by the Monkey King where together with other demons not only guarded their home, but sought to rebel against the gods. Until, after the defeat and imprisonment of Wukong for five hundred years, some grudge broke their bond. And in their last encounter, Macaque lost not only an eye, but his life at the hands of what was once his best friend and brother. He later resurfaced, thanks to Lady Bone Demon's “favor”, but what happens next is a separate story.

—But you hate Wukong now… —muttered Kiyo, still trying to assimilate that unexpected revelation.

—You said you'd keep quiet— Macaque reminded him with just a hint of annoyance at the break in his story.

He exhaled a sigh and continued. Her yellow eyes were lost in the silvery moonlight, avoiding her friend's curious gaze.

—I was an insignificant, weak and lonely demon back then. Wukong was the first to see more than that in me. He saw my hidden potential, a potential I was not even aware of yet. And I fell prey to his vision, to his trust.... I fell in love with the one who for the first time made me feel valuable. The one who saw me as something more than a shadow....

Kiyo listened hurriedly, lying on her side so as not to lose detail of the story. She watched Macaque's face, which looked remote and sorrowful at the same time. His yellow eyes were lost in the moon or wandered to another distant point, avoiding her gaze, as if he regretted even today to stir with his words those feelings buried deep down for ages. His voice held echoes of sadness, resentment and spite not entirely healed by time. Kiyo understood then that the wounds of the heart are the slowest to heal.

Kiyo waited in silence, contemplating Macaque's lost gaze, still absorbed in old memories. Shee did not want to interrupt his train of thought.

At last, in a barely audible whisper, she dared to ask:

—Did you ever tell him?

Macaque denied with an ironic grimace.

—I kept my secret out of cowardice. I was afraid my love would ruin our friendship or be unrequited. But I think he knew— a sad smile curved his lips. — Wukong had that telltale look that betrayed he was deciphering my feelings even without words, but he preferred to feign ignorance to spare us the awkwardness.

Kiyo looked at him with a mixture of compassion and regret. She did not want his friend to relive old useless pains.

Macaque noticed his regret and spoke in a calmer tone:

—After Wukong's imprisonment, I tried to remake my life outside the Brotherhood. I had the occasional carnal encounter with demons and mortals, men and women alike, but they were only fleeting moments to forget. When I saw him with that monk, something snapped in me. Jealousy and spite choked my reason. It was my undoing.

He said this last with a wry smile. He admitted his bad temper, although the spite of the one who once made him feel special and now abandoned him to his fate, was deeper.

—Wukong made me discover what's behind this facade. And in the end, he left me alone again, just like before I met him. I guess this stupid heart still hurts even today.

A sigh escaped from his chest, laden with the melancholy of unfulfilled dreams. Kiyo understood that fear of risking everything for unrequited love. And he also understood that time had not completely healed the wound of the unconfessed youthful passion for his enemy of today, for the one who was once his most precious brother and his everything.

Kiyo understood Macaque's feelings perfectly. She herself had known Wukong's love not long ago, recalling his tender words, warm embraces and sweet caresses. Even though she knew now that it was wisest to maintain a friendship, deep down she longed for the peace lavished on her by his company and their courtship that she once saw as a dream achieved.

Gently she slid her hand up to meet Macaque's, entwining their fingers in a mute comforting gesture and asking if she could take the next step.

—Wukong had the ability to make himself indispensable to those he loved— she sighed, resting her empathetic gaze on him. — I know what it's like to be made to feel unique only to be abandoned. I'm sorry you carried that pain for so long.

Macaque was surprised by that physical contact unaccustomed to such displays. A small, barely perceptible blush appeared on his cheeks and he smiled a smile of gratitude, squeezing Kiyo's hand in silent gratitude. She truly understood his suffering, and with her gesture she was giving him the warmth he so desperately needed to finally heal the wounds of the past.

—Time heals everything. It no longer hurts; only a closed scar remains. Now I focus my energy on other, more profitable goals.

—What do you mean? —Kiyo asked curiously.

—Oh, you know. Annoying grumpy little gods who sleep like hibernating bears— he replied mockingly.

Kiyo feigned indignation, punching him gently in the chest which made Macaque laugh.

—How dare you talk about me like that! —she protested with laughter.

—Calm down, I never mentioned names. If you identify yourself, it's your problema— he replied with sly mischief, causing Kiyo to blush with embarrassment.

The two continued to laugh merrily, leaving sad memories of the past to which they belonged. Their hands remained clasped in a sign of the trust and comfort they now shared with each other, aware as they were of not being too physical with even their closest confidants.

When Kiyo's song ended and a new one began, Macaque still didn't recognize the melody, completely oblivious to the current pop culture, but he could hear part of the tune.

"And even though I think about you day and night

I'm not sure if this whole love thing

Sounds quite right"

—So... —whispered Kiyo, looking away from the song and focusing on the golden eyes of his partner.— You mentioned two loves.... who was the second one?

—Mmhh? —Macaque murmured, puzzled.

—You said you fell in love twice. You already told me about Wukong, who was the other person who stole your heart?

Macaque blushed slightly and let out an enigmatic chuckle that left Kiyo intrigued. Was he teasing her?

—You'll know in time— he replied, averting his gaze again to the stars.

Kiyo was about to complain when she noticed a subtle squeeze on her hand. She looked up at Macaque and was moved by what she saw. Though he was looking up at the sky, his face wore a smile different from his sarcastic grimaces: it was warm, serene, even tender. Her golden eyes shone like stars in a peaceful countenance as her face was bathed in moonlight, letting it reflect the warmth and peace she felt inside.

Several minutes passed before Kiyo understood the hidden meaning behind her gestures. A blush covered her cheeks as she realized the obvious.

Oh...

Silently, she entwined her fingers in his, returning the sentiment with the same tenderness. She was falling again.

#artists on tumblr #lego monkey kid oc #sun wukong #self ship #aztec culture #monkie kid macaque #six eared macaque #fanfiction #fanfic #macaque x reader #macaque x oc #macaque x y/n #macaque x wukong #mooncloud #selfship community

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peony-flowerking7 · 1 month

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Dynamic meme

I did it lol! There another version of this but it's only in my twitter since I know some of you could be minors and I really don't want that to happened. Like I said I like organizing, it's fun.

You know Macaque is extra, Duzhe like I said does not like shorts but they are stylish but only a few times they will wear plain outfits this is just an exception and as for Wukong...I THINK HE WOULD BE FUNNY WITH THAT OUTFIT ON AHAHAHA!!

Ngl I enjoy drawing Macaque in dresses. I still haven't figure out ship name for Wukong and Duzhe, I have Captain peach or flower peach IDK?!? Shadowsecret is my favorite ship name but I don't have any for Wukong's and Duzhe!

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riuhere · 1 year

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That one Macaque x Reader fic that made me gush-

No, but seriously- you've all got to read it! It's so adorable how the reader and Macaque interacted with each other 😭✌🏻

And how they characterized the reader with anxiety seems almost so real!!

(it's cause I also have anxiety, and I'm sure some of you all have that too. But it's okay, sometimes we've gotta face our demises-)

Also i decided to name the reader's best friend 'Jenna' only for the time being, since the author didn't really gave us their name yet I think? In addition if any of you know if the author has a Tumblr account do inform me, I want give them credits for making this amazing fic!

I had to rush this one cause I was feeling tired but happy nonetheless-

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mereeples · 3 months

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"I don't want to be alone tonight."

Prompt 19 from 101 Best Dialogue and Screenwriting Prompts

It's probably raining in this scene...

This is just a snipet, I haven't decided if this will be added to a future story or continued. I just liked how it came out. 😌

The statement caught her off-guard, but it didn't deter her. She instead pulled the simian even closer to her, nestling her nose into the crook of his neck.

"Then stay." The young woman muttered softly. "Stay with me..."

"Are you sure?" Macaque asked, hugging her more tightly. "I won't be upset if-"

"Macaque, shut up and get inside. You're all wet..."

The simian was silent for a moment before chuckling softly, allowing the young woman to lead him inside.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #my fanfic writing #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #lmk reader #female reader #macaque x reader #macaque x oc

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itsartlee · 2 months

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Eclispe(Oc)xMacaque animatic aka StarwberryBannana. Is this OOC for Macaque? idk you decided.

LOOK I may be obsessed with COTL but Lego Monkie Kid has a special place in my heart

#lego monkey kid #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid oc #oc x cannon #lego monkie kid macaque #lego monkie kid mei #lego monkie kid mk #lego monkie kid tang #lmk macaque #lmk oc #lmk mei #lmk mk #lmk oc x canon #macaque x oc #lmk animation #lmk animatic

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mysteriouslittlefox · 2 months

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The Macaque is angry because Cai Hao didn't give him chocolate for Valentine's Day ಥ‿ಥ

#lmk macaque #macaque x oc #six eared macaque #art #cai hao #lego monkie kid #oc x canon #fan comic #lego monkie kid comic #oc art #should beware of a certain shadow

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peony-flowerking7 · 22 days

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Love problems

Some stuff

Both situations are not the same but they deal with the after effect. Fucking Bakugou is having Mixed Signals because Misao doesn't know if she loves him or not and Duzhe is having complicated love triangles because they managed somehow to have two powerful mystical monkeys after her.

Their objective....survive. I swear those makes their life harder and I LOVE IT AHAHAHAHA SUFFER! Also Bakugou is 5'8...Duzhe is 5'10. Yeah it's because she's an adult but still it's funny as heck. They so cute though, Ugh now I'm want to work on the new chapter but I feel so LAZYYYYYYY!!

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sin1039 · 9 months

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The cover is finally done!!!

Warning ⚠️

Intended for mature audiences of the age of 15 yrs and older! This story may include blood and gore, foul language, sexual content, and physical and mental abuse.

If you are not comfortable with any of these things. Please leave my page. Other than that, please read at your own expense. Enjoy!

Chapter 0: The first meeting: Start here

Chapter 1: The strangeness of it all: here

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all-my-writings-and-musings · 2 years

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I couldn't think of much for today so have this one that's incredibly silly and short.

Day 4: Into the Mac-Verse

Macaque x Reader

You knew that magic was a powerful, uncontrollable thing to be respected and feared, but this was something no one could have prepared you for. Macaque had been aware of the risks around intensifying his shadow portals to attempt travel to further destinations, but you never could have expected he'd tap into other worlds. The beings he'd accidentally pulled into your own reality were equally surprised and indignant.

You'd counted eight "Macaque's" in addition to the original, but more were appearing with increasing frequency, leading you to predict there would be another before the hour ended. It was impossible to sort out much of anything with all their arguing, but you were doing your best to figure out where they'd all come from. Through isolated bits of conversation you'd put together that their realities mirrored and contrasted your own in ways that ranged from minor and ridiculous to massive and bewildering. A Macaque from a world where he and Sun Wukong were more or less switched was especially explosive.

It didn't help that more than half had some version of you they were trying to get back to, and a few who didn't had become smitten with you quite quickly. It seemed likely that a full out war of Macaque's was brewing.

Sitting heavily on the beaten couch within the Dojo, you were joined by one of the quieter Macaques, who sat down beside you to watch the chaos. He didn't look too different from your own Macaque; similar clothes, similar build… except for the most out of character glasses perched on his nose.

"So, what's your story?" you asked him to break the silence, watching as groups of nearly identical monkeys started to take sides and form teams to make their case. The bespectacled Macaque turned to you, and as with all the others, you had to pretend he wasn't just as handsome as your original. Though the lenses did frame this one's face quite nicely… Clearing your throat, you got right back on track, trying to imagine what reality might have produced the Monkey before you. "

Are you a… scholar?"

"What?" he snorted, adjusting the glasses with a smirk. Chuckling at the very suggestion, he merely shrugged and gestured to the frames as he answered your question.

"No, I'm just nearsighted."

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Anyone else dig the idea of Macaque with glasses? No? Just me? Valid.