Yandere Wukong x Macaque

Chapter 14: "Thunders"

A/N: So I'm like listening to red sex as I'm writing this chapter so idk
Be scared or something

Uh
Yeah

Enjoy

TW: blood, PTSD, gore, strong language, mentions of death, self-harm

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Loud loud loud thunders awoke him.

When did he fall asleep again?

No matter.

What matters is that he can't sleep now, since it sounds like literal bombs are blowing up outside his window.

He sat up, his head poking out of the "nest" Wukong made him. Taking a glance around, he noticed the yet again absence of said simian. Well, better for him.

Another loud bang was heard, making his ears ache. He quickly covered them with his hands, hoping to at least muffle the sound a bit, digging his claws into his skalp as another two lightning bolts thrusted into the earth with a loud bang.

Macaque dove back into h̶i̶s̶ t̶h̶e̶i̶r̶ Wukong's nest, curling in on himself, his tail wrapping around his waist, as he brought his knees up to his chest, still clutching his ears with his hands. (Crossed out words say "his their")

He misses his powers. How dare Wukong take them away?! Usually, when storms happen, he'd go into the shadows, floating peacefully in the muffled noise of nothing except comfortable silence. But NOO! Now he has to suck it up, and sit there, with his head feeling like it'll explode from the noise.

He closed his eyes shut, so tight that the pain almost cloaked the pain of the bangs outside.

He just wished he could run. Hide, from the noise, make it go away, and preferably never come back.

He wants his powers. Everything was easier with them, and despite being able to keep his glamours, which he hates to admit, is thankful for, he still resents Wukong for putting him in this position.

Once he's put of this shithole, he'll have his revenge. And it'll be sweet.

Meanwhile, with MK:

MK looked nervously at the crazy storm happening right in front of their eyes, trapping them in the cave nearby their training grounds.

He's never seen anything like this before. It was thunder after thunder. Non-stop. As if the sky went crazy.

Glancing at his mentor, he noticed the simian was just anxious. Or even more.

Maybe he was claustrophobic? Not that the cave was particularly small, but it wasn't really that big either.

Looking down slightly, he could see a slight twitch in Monkey King's hand, as if wanting to reach out or move, yet stopping himself.

"..do you think we should wait it out? It looks pretty bad." MK would have said quietly, had there not been sounds of loud bangs right before them. So he shouted, naturally.

Wukong, not moving his gaze from the violent thunders stoking left and right, almost every few seconds, seemed hesitant, thinking deeply about something.

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Wukong's mind felt like it was going a hundred miles a second.