~💜🍑Ask Shadowpeach🍑💜~

~💜🍑Ask #28🍑💜~

This ask is from SerpantQueen on AO3!: For both: If you two were to have cubs of your own how would you have them? Would they be born stone like Wukong, would one of you carry them, or would you use a surrogate?

Also thank you O Great Sage for accepting my offering.
Macaque: Would you like your own basket of your favorite items/snacks?

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There was a square box on their coffee table.

Wukong had asked MK what pizza was yesterday at training, and just 5 minutes ago, MK had run into their hut, placed a square box on their coffee table, and shouted it was a cheese pizza before dashing back out to presumably return to work before Pigsy fires him.

Neither simian knew what to do with it apart from just staring it down suspiciously as if it could jump at them any minute and kill them.

I mean, if it DID suddenly come to life and do that, Wukong would be fine because the fucker is nine times immortal, but Macaque, on the other hand, might be immortal, but he can still fucking die, and he's already experienced death once. He isn't planning on visiting the Diyu again anytime soon.

Both monkeys were still trying to figure out what to do with this 'cheese pizza' MK had dumped on their coffee table even when they didn't ask for it, but just when they looked at each other in a silent agreement to try this 'pizza,' the floating screen they had since gotten used to showed up on the other side of the coffee table.

Its sudden appearance diverted their attention from the square box to the question that had been brought to them.

The black-furred and golden-furred monkeys quickly read over the question.

Right after Wukong nervously laughed as he discreetly kicked a bottle of what looked like water under the couch.

Though he failed at being discreet, as Macaque saw him kick it under the couch, he raised an eyebrow, placed a hand on his hip, and gave Wukong a look.

Wukong started sweating nervously as he darted his eyes around, refusing to make eye contact with his black-furred mate.

Macaque continued to give Wukong that look and watched as his mate kept darting his eyes around and refused to make eye contact with him.

With a sigh, Macaque looked back to the screen, reread the question, and then it clicked. 

Macaque whipped his head back around to give his golden-furred mate a blank look.

Macaque: That bottle you just kicked under the couch was filled with that special pregnancy water, wasn't it?

Wukong flinched and smiled half nervously, half guilty.

Wukong: Maaaaaaaybeeeee~?

Macaque continued to stare blankly at Wukong as he pursed his lips together before throwing his head back and groaning.

Macaque had called it. He had fucking called it! The only difference is that he found out about the water before Wukong could secretly give it to him.

Dropping his head, Macaque closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Macaque: Well, I guess this answers the question then, huh?

His own head dropping, Wukong gave a small nod, feeling guilty for what he had been planning on doing without Macaque's consent. It's just that... Wukong really wanted a biological cub with Macaque. 

I mean, sure, the pregnancy water wouldn't be necessary for that since most demons, despite being male or female, could get pregnant naturally, and monkey demons just so happened to be one of them. 

It's just that using the pregnancy water would be quicker and guarantee a cub. 

Macaque sighed and held out his hand.

Macaque: Grab the bottle and give it here.

Wukong perked up slightly and did as his mate asked, using his tail to reach under the couch and wrap around the bottle. Pulling it out, he extended his tail over to Macaque, allowing him to take the bottle from his tail's grip.

Wukong: Are you going to drink it?

Macaque snorted, ignoring the hopeful tone in the golden monkey's voice.

Macaque: God, no!

Wukong slumped his shoulders and whined slightly.

Wukong: Why not?~

The black-furred simian gained a soft smile, which surprised Wukong and caused him to perk up again, one of his ears twitching as he stared at his black-furred mate.

Macaque: I'm going to hide this bottle so you can't find it. Because if we're going to have biological cubs, it's going to be through the natural way, not some special pregnancy water.

After saying that, Macaque had to quickly cover his ears as Wukong literally started vibrating in place, mouth wide open, as he let out a loud screech of pure excitement and happiness.

But once it became clear that covering his sensitive ears with his hands wasn't working, Macaque quickly sank into one of his shadows and travelled to the other side of Flower Fruit Mountain, where he came out of the shadow and into a field of poison ivy, which he quickly escaped by jumping up into the large willow tree that sat in the middle of the large field.

The willow tree was something Macaque & Wukong had found back when they were cubs. 

They'd been exploring, and when they spotted the large willow tree, they ran right to it and climbed it, not realising at the time that the large field of plants that surrounded the willow tree was actually a field of poison ivy.

By the time they returned to their old nests, both Celestial monkeys couldn't stop itching and were coming out in rashes. 

Well, Wukong came out in rashes. 

Macaque, on the other hand, came out in hives.

Yeah, it turns out Macaque is allergic to poison ivy, and the irony of being allergic to a plant that makes everyone who touches it itch and come out in rashes was not lost on the black-furred monkey demon.

Macaque chuckled weakly at the random memory. 

That day they found out what poison ivy was and made sure to come back and get a good look at the plant so that they could avoid it from now on if they ever saw it again.

Macaque looked out from his spot in the willow tree and watched as the sun slowly set. It was at that moment he finally decided to answer the second question meant for him.

Macaque: Sorry for taking so long, but as for your offering, I'm not like Wukong and don't need extra plums since there are plenty here on Flower Fruit Mountain.

He went silent for a moment before starting to list things off.

Macaque: But I DO need to buy more plum-scented shampoo, conditioner, soap, candles, body wash, face masks, bath salts, bath bombs, and laundry detergent. Also, some plum-themed towels, pillows, blankets, sheets, and couch cushions—make sure they're SUPER soft!—a tea set, and finally 2 plum pies because I have been CRAVING them for WEEKS!

Macaque cleared his throat, then leant back against the trunk of the willow tree from his place on a branch while closing his eyes for a small nap, waving his hand dismissively.

Macaque: So yeah, I don't want or need anything. Because, like I said, I'm NOT like Wukong.