(It's an excerpt from his story: ClingPeaches AU)

Ehehehehe.

I cooked some angst based on the Cursed AU created by @winterpower98 :3. Enjoy, my angst lovers.

The ultimate fix-it fic for Macaque and Wu Kong’s problems: An OP as fuck ‘mother hen’ instinct whenever the other is in danger.

Macaque and Wu Kong can sense when the other is about to die right and so.

s3 now, they’re on the ship

and we’re assuming Sun Wu Kong’s self care routine is terrible

LIke- he’s exhausted himself so much his body is entering non-functioning state, LBD kinda fucked him up and Wu Kong’s self care is,., shit tbh

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Macaque feels this from however far away he is and he just- ditches LBD without hesitation. Obv he’s gonna get repercussions later but he doesn’t give a shit because Sun Wu Kong is going to cease to exist.

Cut to ship and Macaque BARRALING towards it

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“WHERE IS HE?!” Macaque scares the SHIT out of the main gang and they’re super defensive, forming a barrier around the door leading to the inner deck. Essentially blocking Macaque’s way.

“Macaque?! What are you doing here? About to try and trick me again?” 

“Kid, where is your master,” Everyone get’s absolutely DENIED by the six eared monkey

“What? Why would I tell you where Monkey King is-”

“WHERE IS HE I NEED TO KNOW WHERE-” Out of no where, Macaque can suddenly pinpoint in which room of the ship he’s in and he’s off

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Cue entire gang being worried for Monkey King (since they think Macaque probably wants to beat his ass) and also weirdly intrigued.

Then, when they finally get to Wu Kong’s room, the open to find the two monkey’s just staring at each other and the Monkey King just has this look on his face like ‘ah shit I could actually get in trouble for this’

A/N: This is a fic to go with @permo2003 wonderful Macaque and MK Art

Having the ability to listen to so much was more often a curse than a blessing. Usually, Macaque's favourite weather was rain. The pitter patter of droplets falling muffled out most other annoying sounds, often giving the six-eared monkey some sense of calm.  

But tonight, it didn't matter how much he tried to tune it out, past the countless drops and drips of water tapping against leaves, stone, and creatures of all kinds. Six Eared Macaque heard the sniffles and whispered pleads from MK.

"Monkey King... He'll come back..."

"He knows I need him..."

"...He'll be here soon."

The Shadow demon hated how unwaveringly loyal the kid was to Wukong...

"Please Monkey King come back"

But what Macaque hated most of all, was how the kid would remind him of his old self.

"Please Wukong come back...." Begged a small black fur monkey huddled under a tree, as bone-chilling winds howled around him.

MK was starting to shiver so much that Macaque could literally hear it.

"...I can't do this alone."

"I don't know what to do..."

"I need my teacher."

Macaque inwardly cursed hearing those last words. The dark-furred monkey fazing into his own shadow and reforms on top of the kid's shadow.

Macaque was pissed. Not his normal 'I am going to kick your ass' kind of pissed. No, this was a 'I will tear you apart, feel your remains to animals and trap your soul in a cursed object' level of pissed. The current source of his ire had decided it was a good idea to full-on traumatize Mk. Kid hadn't left his room in a week.

Now Mac was down for scaring the crap out of people, especially when they deserved it. Wukong was always on his list of definitely deserved it, but even then, there were still lines that shouldn't be crossed. Even with wukong.

The shadow had heard about what happened from Mei. The dragon-horse girl had been savvy enough to get her hands on his number, then proceeded to flood his phone with videos and memes. The only reason he hadn't blocked her for it was she also kept him updated on anything important. It was useful since the king was notoriously bad at keeping him in the loop.

After Mei had given him the heads up on what happened, plus the description of the demon responsible, he decided to take a more passive approach than how wukong was trying to deal with it.

Rampaging through the demon market was good for grabbing attention, not sourcing information.

This is how he had ended up at a demon bar that was popular with those who hated the king and everyone associated with him.

The demon who he had been looking for was rather easy to find, given how loud he was. He was on the opposing end of the bar counter, and the shadow was steadily getting more irritated as he waited for the right moment to confront the fool.

The demon had been boasting about how he had broken the monkey king's successor for over an hour before he started bragging about his plans for hurting the kid again. It was really starting to piss him off to an unreasonable level.

Finally, the warrior got his opening when the onlookers had gotten bored of demon's preening, filtering off to their preferred drinking groups.

It took barely any effort to slip behind his target. A quick grab of the scruff and a net of shadows against the demon's skin made the fool completely immobile without drawing too much attention.

"You leave him alone or I will rip you to pieces." The threat, quiet and menacing was whispered into the now terrified demon's ear.

"I-I don't understand..." Macaque was a little disappointed on how quickly the false Bravo began to melt. He had been hoping to have an excuse to break the arrogant demon. Oh well, he could use the coward's fear to confirm a suspicion.

"Oh, but I think you do. And you would do well to heed my warning because we both know that contrary to your boasting. You have neither the power or courage to pull off something like that without the help of a significantly bigger fish." The warrior grinned when the demon flinched at the mention help from another. It almost felt too easy.

Either way, it was time to wrap this up.

"I hope we have an understanding because I do believe in killing the messager. know why? Because it sends a message." Did he play up the theatrics? Absolutely. It always helped getting his point across with minimal effort. And now that the small fish had the piss taken out of him, Macaque could focus on finding the instigator without having to worry about another attack on mk any time soon.