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This ask is from Sakurabloom_26 (Sakurabloom11211996) on AO3!: Question: If the two of you had cubs of your own, how many would you want and what names would you pick?

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Wukong wasn't happy about the prank Macaque played on him, so when Macaque finally left the safety of his shadows 5 hours later, well... Wukong got his revenge.

Macaque: Wukong, I'm going to fucking kill you!

Wukong smirked.

Wukong: But you can't because in case you forgot...

He points his thumb at himself.

Wukong: This guy's nine times immortal!

If Macaque glared any harder, maybe he'd succeed in setting Wukong on fire.

Macaque raises his wrists, which both had identical magic suppressant cuffs on.

Macaque: Oooh~ I promise you, Wukong, if you don't take these fucking things off right now, I'll fucking find a way! 

Wukong snorted with a cheeky grin on his face.

Wukong: I'd like to see you try Mac!

The dark-furred simian snarled, a twisted smirk making its way onto his face.

Macaque: Oh~ Nine times immortal be damned.

Macaque's eyes glinted purple for a split second.

Macaque: You're going to die.

Wukong sweat dropped when Macaque's eyes glinted, but he still put on a cheeky smile and blew a raspberry.

Wukong: I'm still not taking the cuffs off. After all, it's your punishment for that whipped cream prank you pulled this morning.

Macaque snarled, running at Wukong with the intent to tackle him and maybe claw him a bit, but when a certain floating screen popped up between them, Macaque had to quickly drop to the ground and roll under it to end up crouched next to Wukong as he looked up at the floated screen with a glare, mentally cursing the thing for appearing where it did.

Despite Macaque's current desire to kill his mate, he remained quiet as he read over the new question with Wukong.

Wukong hummed.

Wukong: I was thinking two cubs if we ever had any biological ones of our own because we already have MK, so that'd technically make three cubs, and three is MORE than enough.

Macaque hummed in agreement.

Macaque: I agree with Wukong. Two biological cubs would be enough for us since MK makes three, and NOBODY needs more than three cubs.

Wukong nodded.

Wukong: That's right! 

Wukong brought a hand up to his chin and squinted in thought.

Wukong: As for what we'd name them...I have no clue.

He tilted his head to look at his mate, who was still crouched beside him.

Wukong: Do you have any ideas, Mac?

Macaque glared up at him as he stood up and held his magic-suppressant cuffed wrists out.

Macaque: I'll only tell you if you remove these cursed cuffs.

Wukong  groans.

Wukong: Ugh! Fiinnnee~

Wukong reaches out and touches the magic suppressant cuffs, pushing some of his magic into it, and within a moment the cuffs unlatch and fall to the ground with a thud.

Macaque rubbed his wrists.

Macaque: Thanks...

Macaque looked up at Wukong from rubbing his wrists, and in the next moment a pained shout echoed through the hut.

Wukong: FUCK!

Macaque smirked viciously as he watched Wukong cradle his now bleeding nose.

Macaque: That's what you get for putting those cursed magic suppressant cuffs on me when all I did was prank you with whipped cream!

All Wukong could do was whine as he continued to cradle his poor nose.

Macaque hummed pleasantly as his tail swayed behind him.

Macaque: Now then, as for what I'd name the cubs if we had any biological ones, I'd have to say Shadow, Eclipse, Midnight, or Moon. Always did like those names, don't you agree, Wukong?

His only answer was another pained whine, which made him grin happy that his payback was well received.