LMK Characters X Reader Oneshots

In Every Life, It's Still You (pt.2) [Macaque]

CONTINUATION OF PT.1!!!

(Also, since I'm traveling, I don't have a strong connection to stream LMK s4 and it's been a while since I saw it soooo imma do my own thing basically 😈😈)

Apologies for any mistakes, I rushed this
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You awoke the next day feeling rejuvenated and completely new.

You were still a bit groggy, sure, but you were feeling better than yesterday after the rite, that's for sure.

You stood up on wobbly legs, familiar with the environment. You stumbled to the bathroom in the room and went straight to use the toilet.

It wasn't until after you were done with your business that you took a good look at yourself in the mirror.

And...

Macaque was awoken by a shrill scream coming from his room. He immediately got his weapons ready and portaled to where the noise originated from. He looked all around his room and noticed you weren't in bed.

Then he looked to the side and saw the bathroom light was on. 'Oh.'

He knows exactly what caused that scream.

He looked through the cracked door and saw you looking at yourself in horror.

He grimaced, knocking the door before opening it to make his presence known.

When he entered, you immediately grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"MACAQUE! WHY DO I LOOK LIKE THIS!?" You shouted at the top of your lungs.

You also noticed your hands and how the markings on your left hand (where past you grabbed it) were now bolder and worse.

"Is this demon puberty?!" You hugged yourself, backing away into a corner facing away from the mirror.

"Eh, not really, demon puberty is MUCH worse." He chuckled tiredly before realizing you didn't need humor at this moment.

He cleared his throat, "It's just... the human to demon changes your body has, especially since you transferred her old powers into you..." He sucked his teeth, trying to explain it as calmly as possible.

But even this version of you had more noticeable demonic features than your past self.

'Maybe because we used a demonic rite instead of the standard celestial rite for this...'

"I saw what I used to look like, and I did not look like THIS!" You motioned opened hands to the expanse of your body.

"I didn't have horns growing! Which by the way, hurt like a bitch! And I CERTAINLY didn't have markings on my hand! And all this other shit on me!"

Your descent into madness was getting worse by the second.

Macaque knew he had to try and reassure you, but how?

"My parents will think I'm a monster! I practically am since I'm a demon now! Oh gods, my family! I'll be unrecognizable to them! They'll disown me!"

Your hands dragged down your face, your mind racing with the worse possible thoughts.

"And before you know it, I'll-"

Your rambling was cut off by Macaque's sudden hug. He usually never initiates these kinds of physical affection, so you were certainly silenced by the surprise.

He reached his hands up hesitantly to your hair and began dragging his fingers through your H/C locks.

You relaxed into the hug and sighed sweetly.