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Can you write full angst, with a bittersweet ending or almost no comfort ? If so, I would love a one shot with LBD, Mayor (In his war chief era), Macaque or any characters who you seem inspired to write for. A one shot that has a major argument between the s/o and the character, for only the reader to leave their lover behind after hearing hurtful words? At first the character doesn’t mind, but when they need their s/o helps weeks after, they refuse, telling the character they wish they’d never met. I’m sorry this is detailed lmao its alright if it’s too much

Ahhh yes, good old angst. I got you dearly anon, Macaque is gonna suffer big time in this here oneshot. Macaque, I apologize for any trauma this scenario might induce, I was held at gunpoint (JKJK ILY). We going full angst, my bois.

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

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MACAQUE X READER PT 1

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You're done. The King's Shadow has chosen, and he didn't choose you. Again, and again. It pains you deeply to accept the things he's told you; you loved him too much. You didn't care about anything he did to you. But the tide always changes, and you won't return this time.

CW: Language, breaking up, physical abuse (just pushing and hitting each other, not very often), hurtful words

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"Oh. There you are."

Macaque doesn't turn at the sound of your voice.

He sits at the edge of a cliff overseeing a beautiful landscape. Mountains, rivers, the city of Megapolis further down. He's got one leg hanging over the cliff's edge and the other bent so he can prop an elbow on it. He hadn't moved from that spot for hours; it was a wonder you found him.

But he doesn't care for your visit.

"(Y/N)," he growls softly.

No response. The monkey was hoping you'd just ask if he's all right, he'd tell you he's fine, and you'd walk off. Not something you'd usually do, but here's hoping.

"Didn't I tell you I wanted to be alone," he continues, not caring to hide his frustration.

Your footsteps edge closer, voice soft. "I was worried about you."

He sneers to himself, eyes on the city. Claws curling into fists, the dark monkey imagines his significant other, the yin to his yang, out saving the world with the Monkie Kid.

Sun Wukong.

Even the thought seems to taste terrible.

"What are you thinking about?" His lover pipes up.

Even though you'd spoken it innocently and warmly, Macaque feels attacked. Like you want to weed out the answer and crush him with it.

"Nothing."

He hears your soft exhale. A sigh worthy of a thousand apologies, but he feels no guilt. He just wants to be alone.

To plan his next move.

But you decide to sit down next to him, kicking your feet out beyond the cliff's edge. It's slightly uncomfortable that he feels no fear at the thought of you slipping and falling off - he doesn't even spare you a glance. All he can think about is his next offensive maneuver. One that will surely make Monkey King feel the same pain he inflicted on Macaque. Then, the lord of the shadows will finally be at peace.

Maybe.

Your breathing suddenly fills his ears. He doesn't like it.

"(Y/N)? What are you . . . doing, here," he grunts, finally gracing you with a piercing look. "Can't you see I need some time?"

You blink, features once something that filled him with butterflies. Once, you were a lovely distraction from his kingly obsession, but now, he just finds you rather . . . annoying.

"Mac, if you're suffering . . . maybe I can help."

"Tch. I don't need your help."

Another sigh from you, and it makes Macaque scoff at your pettiness of it. Your eyes slide to the scenery, a soft frown on your face. "You just seem so miserable. If you're in pain, or if there's someone out there-"

Macaque glances sideways, and you reconsider. "There is, then. MK? Some old nemesis? The Monkey King?"

He stiffens reflexively at the name, eyes sharp.

You smile sadly. "So it's true, then."

"Oh?" A harsh laugh, yet his glare shackles you to the ground. "What's true?"

He's impatient for your reply, but you merely keep your gaze on the city below, watching the sun set a little ways beyond. At first, your demeanor was calm and collected, but Macaque noticed the way your hands clenched, the way your body was stiff and your breath was a forced calm.

Something is wrong.

"You're different, Macaque," you murmur, voice tight. "You don't smile anymore, you don't take me out to dinner. You refuse anytime I try.

"Now I realize . . . it's that Sun Wukong," you spit bitterly.

Macaque decides to stand up, finally done with your bullshit. He, pushing you away in favor of his nemesis? How dare you even accuse him of such a thing!

But you're suddenly on your feet, blocking his path. "He's ruining you! He's ruining us."

"You're wrong," Macaque snarls, lip curling.

He watches you look away, frown deep and fists curled.

He's smirking, suddenly. "Oh, darling. Are you jealous?" A mean laugh. "Don't be. He's way out of your league."

It's the final straw.

"Out of my league?!" You snap, launching forward and shoving him backwards. Your eyes are lit up with a fire Mac's never seen before. Like pain and anger, mixed into one burning flower of pent-up emotions. You don't relent, stalking forward. "How is that fair?! It's been days, Macaque, days! Since you've smiled at me. Since you've even been in the same fucking room for two minutes! You're always out there, always stalking and plotting and now I know why! You're obsessed! Fucking obsessed!"

Oh. Ho.

Now we're getting to the center of your rage. Macaque's cockiness vanishes, fists curling as he stands his ground. "You're wrong!"

"Lie to yourself all you want, Macaque, but you can't lie to me."

Your harsh words tear at something within Macaque, making him reach out as you turn away to grab your arm, preventing your leave. But his grip is anything but gentle, and you wince.

"You think I'm obsessed? Might I remind you that you're the one obsessing over me. How daft can you get? You'll only get yourself killed pulling a crap stunt like that, (Y/N). I'm only looking out for you and your sorry ass," Macaque finishes in one breath, tone lowered to reflect his frustration.

You're quick to rebut. "Is it so wrong to care about you? To wonder if you value something over me?"

"Is it wrong to value myself over you?"

"Of course not! I feel the same way!" You flash, trying to wrench your arm from him. It's hopeless, and you can see bruises in the future. "Your significant other should be your second, or even your third! But you act like Sun Wukong comes before all else. Before me."

"I don't!" Macaque spits.

He does.

Say it.

"Then why do you care about him so much?!"

He pulls you closer, breath hot on your face. He's pissed, remarkably so, at your accusations. He doesn't even notice when you gasp in pain when he grips your arm tighter.

"Shut the fuck up. You know nothing about me."

Sadness reflects in the cold sheen of your withering gaze.

He'd hit a sore spot.

"You're right, I don't," you grit out; "You never open up to me. Do you know how hard that is? To love someone without even knowing who they are??"

"Don't act like you're the victim here. You never tried."

A scoff is your reply. "I did try, Mac. But you never reciprocated."

Unjust.

He did, for a little while.

Say it.

SAY IT.

He laughs harshly. "Oh-ho, that's a little ungrateful of you, considering I took care of you and wasted my time to entertain your dull little human needs. You're just holding me back! You never let me take care of my problems, take care of the Monkey King! Had you let me, maybe we wouldn't be here!"

Your jaw drops at the accusation.

"Well if the Monkey King is sooo important to you, why do you burden yourself with me?"

Say it.

SAY IT, COWARD.

"YOU WERE A DISTRACTION!" Macaque blurts, eyes scorching through your own, which widen in shock.

In one quick movement, you wrestle your arm out of his grip.

"What?"

Macaque flashes you a wicked, rage-filled grin, the truth spilling from his lips like wine from a bottle. Poisoned wine. "You were a fucking distraction. Sun Wukong, golden savior who ruined my life, was all I could think about. I wanted - no, I needed - my revenge. But it was so fucking pointless and all I was hitting were dead ends-"

He pauses for a brief moment. "But then I met you."

He looks at you.

The human who'd fallen in love with him. Oh, how awful. "But then I met you," Macaque repeats, venom and spite lacing his tone.

A flinch is your only reaction.

"You helped me forget about my mission, if only for a brief while," the shadow lord continues, lip curling at you as he admits the truth. He is obsessed. A wicked chuckle rumbles in his throat. "But of course, nothing lasts forever."

The monkey stalks towards you, placing a hand on your chest.

You're suddenly shoved backwards, landing on your rear. Macaque towers over you as he speaks. "You failed me, (Y/N). You're the one at fault. Can't even do your job right."

"Love isn't a job!" You snap, but your voice trembles.

Macaque cares not.

"Love?"

He throws his head back, emitting a loud, harsh laugh that makes you inhale sharply. Then, he's looking at you, smugly pitying. "Oh, (Y/N). I never loved you. How could I? You're a human, a mortal, the Monkey King and I are destined to live for much longer than you."

His foolish lover bites their lip, tears welling in their eyes.

You shakily stand up. "I-I knew it. You're obsessed. Obsessed with someone you don't even want in your life anymore."

"I want him in my life to destroy him!" Mac roars.

Tears fly from your eyes as you whip your head up to glare at him, voice breaking. "And you're ignoring me in the process! You don't even trust me! The one person who actually fucking cares about you, who wants to see you smile and move on from that monkey bastard - but NO! You always choose him! To stew away in your own emotions and ignore me!"

"I never-"

Macaque's retort is cut off as you lash out with your hand. A sharp, painful slap echoes in the wind as your hand collides with Macaque's cheek.

He stumbles back, cupping the area with one hand.

Wide eyes stare at you. Glaring.

Your expression is contorted, cheeks wet and teeth gritted. Scorching eyes sear through the monkey's own, knowing that he'll never change.

That you were just a distraction.

"You did!" You gasp, choking on sobs. A hand is raised to deliver another smack, but when seeing Macaque's lip curl, you hesitate. "You ignored that I love you. What . . . how could you do that to me? Don't I mean anything to you?"

Macaque takes deep breaths in, forcing them out.

Slowly, his claws dig into his palm.

The scenery is no longer beautiful, no longer offering him a solitary place to think. You ruined it for him, just like you ruin everything. And, well.

That's what you do best.

Straightening, Macaque regards you coldly. "No. You're nothing to me, (Y/N). I don't need people who fail me."

You stiffen, eyes going wide with dismay.

The monkey stalks forward wordlessly. Step by step, his silent assault tearing your wall down. Yes, you know what he's capable of. Macaque relishes in your brief moment of fear.

Then, he stops in front of you, gaze contemptuous.

The human in front of him is a stranger.

He doesn't know you.

In one, sharp movement, he lashes you with the back of his paw, the force of it sending you stumbling back with a gasp of pain and shock. One of your hands flies north to cup the area, already red and raw. Your choked words go unheard by Macaque, who closes the distance, baring his fangs.

He feels no remorse, no guilt, for what he'd just done. It's justice, an eye for an eye.

"I'm sorry."

Macaque stops at your words, frowning with disinterest.

Those two words, laced with pain and white-hot anger echo in his ears. You don't bother to look at him when you take another deep breath, still on the ground.

"We're done, Mac."

He blinks.

Something in his chest gives rise to panic, yet he tamps it down. He glares, gesturing around. "You think I care? You don't think that's what I want? Good!"

You finally regard him sadly. "Fine. Goodbye, then."

"Fine," he hisses.

Shadows begin to morph underneath him.

He pauses, if not to capture this moment into his memory, to seal your expression of utter misery and pain into his mind. Of the true dismay behind your icy glare. He feels nothing, does nothing to ease the situation.

With that, he descends into the shadows.

~~~

Months.

It's been months since his grave, terrible mistake.

He lays awake in bed, bloodshot eyes glued to the ceiling. His tail twitches with anxiety and frustration.

Macaque replays the scene over and over, contemplating the various emotions he feels regarding it. And now that he's been burdened with a problem and needs your help, you're not around. And people never notice what they have until they lose it.

He lost you.

He wants you back.

God, did he really say you were a distraction? When really, you were his savior, up until his obsession took over again . . . Damnit, he has a stupid way of wording things. He really does did love you, to the point where it hurts.

But it's the middle of the night.

He can't just call you . . .

He has your number.

A paw instinctively goes to his phone, the one that you'd given him to help get accustomed to city life. Now that he thinks about it, you really did help him.

Slowly, he takes it out, anxiety tearing through him.

"You're nothing."

"Love? I never loved you."

His words echo in his mind, ghosts of the guilt rippling through his heart. His eyes narrow in frustration.

"They'll help me," he tells himself, huffing. "They're probably desperate to get back with me."

His ego thoroughly boosted, he dials your number and waits.

And waits . . .

Waits . . .

Beads of sweat form on his forehead. What if you-

Beep.

"Hello?" Your groggy voice fills his ears, and his poor little heart jumps with surprise. Stars, he didn't realize how much he missed hearing you until now. The brewing conversation afoot has his throat drying up, jaws opening and closing wordlessly.

But you're patient.

"(Y/N)?" Macaque attempts, tone nervous yet trying. "Um . . . hi. It's Macaque."

Your voice cracks over the phone. "Yeah. I recognized your number."

How awkward.

Tail tying in knots, Macaque clenches his paw around nothing and clears his throat. "Look. I-I know it's late. I know . . . you probably hate me-"

"I don't hate you," you say monotonously.

Words cutting short, Macaque blinks and sits up. "You don't??"

"No. I don't think I could ever hate you," you say, voice quieter the more you speak. Like the moonlight dancing off Macaque's bed, becoming fainter and fainter as it descends across the night sky. "Why did you call, Macaque?"

His name. It sounds so sweet on your tongue. But his own is dried and tied up. "I-I . . . I mean . . . I wanted to-to apologize."

Your voice is but a whisper. "What for?"

"For- for the things I said, last time we talked," Macaque says, stumbling blindly over words that seem to come naturally. Panic seeps into his chest. "I-I didn't mean them. You know I didn't. And I'm saying this now because it took me months to realize how much I need you, especially right now, I've got a-"

"Problem? You handle things alone, though," you say cooly.

Macaque winces at the inclination. "(Y/N) . . ."

"You're sorry?"

"Yes. Truly. Terribly. I admit it. Please, I want you back, I'd like to start over, try again," Mac whispers frantically. "Please give me another change."

A beat.

"You broke my heart."

Those four simple words chink away at Macaque's mental armor. He broke your heart.

"(Y/N)-"

"'You're nothing to me, (Y/N). I don't need people who fail me'," you quote, tone sad yet cutting. A deep, shuddering breath, as though you're reliving the pain those words put your through. His words. "Do you remember that? I do. I may not hate you, but I won't ever forgive you, nor forget the things you said to me."

Macaque inhales sharply, paws trembling with guilt.

"Yes, and I'm sorry, but if we can just-"

"No. I'm sorry." A sad smile seems to carry through the phone, tearing Macaque apart. "But it's for the best that we don't talk again. I hope you get what you want this time, without me there to hold you back."

Panic.

Macaque reaches out, as though to grasp what still remains of your love for him. But you're not here.

"Wait! Please. I-I'd turn back time if I could-"

"I wouldn't."

The monkey chokes on his words, eyes wide with fear. "What?"

"I'm glad you said those things," you say quietly, your voice soft and yet cold, hard blocks crush Macaque's heart and soul. "You showed me your heart that night. The real you, and the real you never loved me. You hate Sun Wukong too much for that. So really, I should be thanking you, Mac. For opening my eyes. Leaving you was the best thing you could've done for me," you finish, voice but a whisper.

Macaque's vision blurs. "(Y/N), don't-"

"Goodbye."

You pause, considering your last words carefully. ". . . Forever."

Beep.

The phone slips from his trembling hands.

You're gone. You're gone.

What has he done?

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