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some macaque x yandere MK.. as a treat? (i rlly love your work btw, keep it up^^)
Thank you!! I appreciate that🥺 I was a bit confused on which direction i wanna go with yandere MK but i decided to use this song as inspiration! Drabble Pairing : Macaque x Yandere!MK (Plumsynoodles) TW : Imprisonment, Stockholm Syndrome, Mind Manipulation, wholly just unhealthy relationship in this A day began with dawn and ended when the sun set, only leaving the quiet night until the sun decided to greet them again. Macaque didn’t know where the sun was at now. Whether it was high up in the sky or sleeping below the horizon. He had long lost track of how many hours and how many days he had been here, unable to even see the cycle of the sky. Cold chains. Cuffs around his wrists and ankles without any keyhole to be seen. A magical one that would work even on the notorious Monkey King. In that sense, there was no way he, the lesser version, could even break free. The shadows listened to him no more, only the wind slipping in through the door whenever his captor would visit him that remained a fracture of comfort from his old life. And frequently did his captor visit. MK always came in with gifts. Sweets and fun trinkets. Art supplies. Sewing kit. Things that would make this seem normal. Everything offered to him on a platter. Except for a way out. MK would tell him how his day went. Telling him of adventures that he went through. Normal deliveries and then vacations. If there was anything that he wanted as a souvenir from his trip. Mentioning how much everyone missed him even though he had no intention to ever let everyone know where he was. Chaining him to a comfortable bed. Always asking if he wanted a softer mattress or blankets. Burying him in affections that could almost convince a hopeful part of him that this was merely a courtnapping. That MK wasn’t planning to keep him here forever. Locked. It almost felt like the time when he was still in Diyu. Utterly alone in his punishment. Echoes of his own thoughts contrasting his cold cell. Except that his guard this time was kind . Compassionate. He leaned into those hands whenever they cupped his face gently. His cold and frigid body yearning for warmth. A purr rumbling from his chest against his wishes. Tail curling around MK’s waist, earning a soft laugh. “You’ll be safe here,” MK always whispered, his voice an alluring fog to Macaque’s mind. “I’ll always protect you.” “You won’t ever be hurt again.” MK’s fingers brushed softly against the jagged scar running down one of his eyes, a blind and ugly thing, sometimes his nails tethered on digging in as if warning him of pain. Making sure he remembered the pain from when the scar came into fruition. Rendering him to always be afraid. Shuddering. Before he would shush him with sweet nothings into his sensitive ears, his glamour long gone―unable to be kept up without his magic. “I’m the only one who won’t hurt you like that,” MK’s shadowed gaze peered into him hauntingly. A sweet tone. Raking itself into the creases of his being. “Don’t leave me,” MK chanted. Over and over. Desperate. Embracing him tightly like he would disappear. Like he could even choose to. And a piece of Macaque could not handle the sorrow that seemed to have MK in their grasp. “It’s okay,” he would reassure. MK beamed everytime, locking their lips fervently. Reverence painting his actions as he would kiss Macaque tenderly. Giggling deliriously. Invading deep into his core. Rebuilding him into something else. Something that was――― “You’re mine.” ―― His “You’re only mine,” MK told him with glee. So much love in those eyes. Yet so empty. MK loved him. Maybe that was enough. Macaque closed his eyes. Hugging MK back as much as his chains would allow him to. Today, too, MK would sleep in his arms, curling into it and making himself as small as he could, desperate to bury himself into his beloved. Today, too, Macaque would comb his fingers through dark locks and pretend that the world had stopped to move forward. It is warm.
LMK SerVamp AU Info Subject to change. Main ship : Plumsynoodles/GoldenNight (MK x Macaque) Jadepeaches (Wukong x Mei) Silktea (Sandy x Huntsman) Freenoodles (Tang x Pigsy) SerVamp is a type of unfathomable entity different to the demons or the immortals of the world. Their existence far removed from the balance, always threatening to crumble life as they know it. Beings made from the accumulation of sins. Their nature usually hidden at the pretense of being a demon. The definition of immortality itself is impaired because of them, only stretching to the point of ageless and still prone to dying from external causes. SerVamp or Servant Vampire is a true vampire of the deadly sins that serves an Eve, their master, not exclusive to a human or a demon. They gave power, a special weapon, to their master and they themselves obtain strength from their Eve’s will. They must listen to their Eve’s orders and can only drink blood from them. Other vampires are subclassess made by SerVamps by giving their blood to a dying person. Subclassess are tied for life to their respective SerVamps. They could only be killed by getting bitten by other SerVamps, reducing them to ashes. Decided pairs : Macaque (Servamp) & MK (Eve) Wukong (Servamp) & Mei (Eve) Wukong (Servamp) & Ao Lie (Eve) (Past) Princess Iron Fan (Servamp) & Bull King (Eve) Spider Queen (Servamp) & Syntax (Eve) Lady Bone Demon (Servamp) & Not-Mayor (Eve) Known Servamp and their sins : Sloth/Acedia - Macaque Greed/Isolation - Wukong Pride/Vainglory - Azure Lion Wrath/Ignorance - Lady Bone Demon Envy/Hypocrisy - Xiangliu Parasitism - Spider Queen Desensitization - Scorpion Queen Oblivion - Nuwa Dogmatism - Princess Iron Fan
Drabble (Hurt/Comfort) Pairing : MK x Macaque (Plumsynoodles/GoldenNight) “Heyya, your favorite hero is here!” MK cheerfully shouted as he entered the room. Macaque had immediately covered his ears in reflex from the sudden shout, realizing moments after on why he had even bothered to do that when he already had a protective spell over his ears anyway. Truly, the foolishness of this guy was corrupting him day by day. “My favorite hero?” MK grinned. “Yes! Me!” “I don’t recall ever idolizing your sorry ass,” Macaque dryly replied. “Well, you gotta nominate yourself for the job you want, you know? I’m taking that position for you.” MK snapped his fingers with sparkly eyes as if it was the greatest idea that he could have conjured so far. “That’s not…” Macaque wanted to protest but then stopped. “Fine, but do me a favor,” he started, making a gesture for MK to come closer. “Hm?” MK bounded over to Macaque excitedly like a puppy ready to get his treat. “What is it?” “Raise both of your hands in the air. Up high now. Up,” Macaque told MK, doing the same as an example. MK tilted his head confusedly but wasted no time to do the same and right at that moment――― Macaque slapped both of MK’s exposed sides, earning a loud sound followed by MK’s pained yell. “Ouch?!?!!” MK covered his sides again, arms folding over his stomach. “What was that for?!” “For hiding your injuries. You’re bandaged all over underneath that shirt, right?” Macaque frowned, heaving a long disappointed sigh, glaring at MK. “Why bother pretending you’re fine?” MK felt bad that Macaque noticed after all, embarrassed at his shortcomings and especially Macaque’s gaze that only told him that he cared. Still… “You didn’t have to hit it that hard… I’m wounded .” He should at least be allowed to whine about that just now. Macaque shrugged. “Your fault for just doing whatever you’re told. Maybe now you’ll learn to doubt people first.” MK groaned, quickly pouting, not wanting to admit that Macaque was right on both records even if the method he used was extremely jaded. “This is abuse.” Macaque stared at him for a few moments before he carefully dismantled the other’s defensive stance so that he could take MK’s warm hands into his cold ones. “Maybe next time just act hurt when you’re hurt.” Don’t smile like that as if you couldn’t be anything else other than fine. “Got it, my beloved hero?” MK squeezed his hands, finally letting fatigue seep into his expression, a sheepish laugh that just turned into soft giggles. “Yeah… Got it.”
(if requests are still open) can you write a quick of (unrequited on wukong’s side) shadowpeach drabble? (wukong being jealous on the down low for macaque’s growing fondness for MK?) (plumsynoodles if you want since i also love that hehe)
Yes, drabble requests are still open! This is actually a genius idea, anon. Hope you’ll like this! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈) Drabble (Angst) Pairing : (Unrequited) Wukong x Macaque (Shadowpeach) Plumsynoodles or not up to interpretation “Ah, I’m beat!” MK shouted, falling down on his back with his limbs stretched out, looking very much the image of a starfish stuck under the sun at the beach. Macaque scoffed, maneuvering the shadow staff in his hand before whisking it away from existence, approaching the tired kid with a raised brow and a twitch of an amused smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Don’t you think you’re clocking out too early here?” “I wouldn’t need to if you’re not such a meanie.” “This is nothing compared to all of your previous enemies.” Macaque dryly remarked, hovering over the tuckered out young man while his tail swayed lazily. “Also, you’re the one who asked me to teach you too.” “Still!” MK protested before turning to the one other person besides them there. “Monkey King, Macaque is being so hard on me!” MK whined with fake sobbing noises. Macaque gave him an unimpressed look. “Huh?” Wukong let out in surprise. The call of his title pulled him back to earth, having worldlessly stared at them for the entirety of the special additional training course He had been sitting on the sideline in case anything goes wrong. An excuse if he ever saw one. The truth was that he just couldn’t leave these two alone somehow. Even if he knew Macaque wouldn’t just hurt MK anymore for no good reason. On the contrary, maybe because he knew that, he couldn’t afford to leave them together. Because he knew that Macaque had started to find comfort in MK’s presence. Because he knew that MK had managed to carve a space inside of Macaque’s world. Because he knew― “Monkey King?” MK questioned when he got quiet, Macaque quietly followed MK’s gaze and wistfully graced him with a cautious gaze that was horribly different with the version of Macaque’s adoring gaze in the distant past. The one that even now still haunted Wukong’s dreams and his wandering thoughts. Wukong chuckled, finally putting his cents in for the previous argument, “Yeah, you should be nicer to him, bud .” It came off a bit hostile even when he didn’t want it to be. Macaque bristled, crossing his arms. An edge to his tone that always showed whenever he talked to Wukong specifically. “You’re just too soft on him.” Wukong shook his head, smiling falsely when his heart thumped in the awfully wrong way at the tension. Why couldn’t they talk as easily as before? Yet his voice didn’t reveal anything. “Not at all.” Only a hint of defeat in there masked as a challenging tone. MK dusted his clothes as he stood up, chiming in agreement, blissfully oblivious. “Monkey King is a strict teacher, just so you know! Nothing to revise, yep!” “You’re just saying that because you like to be spoiled rotten by this guy.” Macaque huffed, a bit of laugh slipping in, his smirk only turning softer by the seconds, fondness dripping like honey. MK smiled even wider. Ah, again. ―because he knew just how much MK had managed to heal whatever pieces remained from the old and kinder Macaque after Wukong’s own mistake and their endless tragedy. He tightened his fist, cradling it in his lap, nails digging into his palm while his easy-going smile didn’t waver a bit. Only that the light in his eyes dimmed a bit. He watched the two bicker like old friends, good friends, trusted friends. Everything that he didn’t expect to happen before. The side of Macaque that he had thought to be long gone. Somewhere inside him, he wondered if he had just given Macaque a chance, pushed through to believe in something good inside him, asked him anything at all―the why and the what, if he even wanted to do the things he did. If he had been the one to reach out a hand to Macaque, would he have been the one that Macaque smiled at now? Wukong cackled quietly beneath his breath, standing up to join the two who still bickered good-naturedly. “Let’s go for lunch break, yeah?” MK cheered at the suggestion while Macaque stared at him almost calculatingly. Wukong wondered if Macaque still paid attention to his heartbeat and still remembered just what each of the melodies meant. Maybe he saw through him already and pretended not to notice. Wukong could only think self-deprecatingly about how Macaque must have thought of him a fool. A master who was jealous of his own disciple, what a sight. Even still, Wukong prayed that Macaque would let him be there near him for even one more day. Even if he could never be allowed inside of Macaque’s heart ever again. ―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――
Plumsynoodles ramble time! In most of my fics, you’d see macaque keeping a distance or being so close that MK can’t fully see him when talking about feelings because i think that he specifically could handle physical contact easily only when initiated by him and without emotional intimacy. Touch isn’t necessarily something that he would avoid but it had to be something under his control and vulnerability he preferred to be something he chose to show instead of being seen through. So either too far away or way too close (especially regarding MK) is the distance that he would choose when he had to allow even a slight peek into his heart. Facing face-to-face with him in full view to the other person is the very last option for him but that’s what they will work on in their relationship. MK on the other hand would prefer to be able to see the other’s expression, staring straight head-on. A neat thing with him wearing a bandana or headband, i think it could be meaningful in his personality of wanting to see clearly ahead of him. Honest gaze. He wants to know and understands. There was a lot of ‘Why’s in his journey so far. But his tendency to take things at face value, on how they are being told to him, is a problem in itself. Make your own choices and stuff. They are precious to me in how they might just be either super incompatible coping mechanism wise or might just be what each other needed.
Old LMK x COTL au I drew for Late night ramblings in the discord about MK being the vessel of a dead god (Macaque) led to this but I’m stuck on a lot of the finer details 😭 Big Macaque, Tiny MK, bada bing bada boom 💥
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