~💜🍑Ask Shadowpeach🍑💜~

~💜🍑Ask #42🍑💜~

This ask is from FresaStar190 on AO3!: To wukong: can I tell you something, when I saw you I kinda thought um.....you were a girl monkey.....look I am blaming the eyelashes okay!? THE EYELASHES WAS TO PRETTY AND I THOUGHT THAT UGHHHHH!!.....now I get why macaque loves and wants you as his mate....anyway your pretty here's a sunflower for you *gives a bouquet of sunflowers* you just remind me of sunflower's,

To macaque: and no macaque I am not trying to take your pretty mate there.....I would butttttt you would kill me so I am just giving him sunflowers okay now *lifts hands to show I am not taking his sunflower away* I am backing away just don't kill me macaque.

(Creater that was not even a joke, I thought when I was watching lmk that sun Wukong was a girl and later on I heard his voice and realized that.....he was a man....i feel like I thought he was a girl because of his eyelashes and his face......please don't judge me okay😅)

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Both monkey demons still sat at the table drinking their apple juice and chatting about nothing and everything at the same time.

At one point, Wukong had jumped up as he excitedly told the warrior about how MK had tripped and rolled down from the top of the mountain into the large field of poison ivy that they themselves had found back in their cub days.

Macaque smiled at his mate's enthusiasm then his amber eyes finally took in just what Wukong was wearing.

He was wearing a shirt that had the words "I 🧡 Peaches" on it, except the heart was a peach, but it wasn't the shirt that got Macaque's attention. 

No, Wukong wearing that around the hut was normal. 

No, the thing that got his attention was that instead of pants, Wukong was wearing the baby pink peach & bunny skirt.

Macaque stared for a moment before rolling his eyes an shaking his head with a small smile as he watched Wukong continue to tell him about MK's unfortunate trip into the poison ivy field.

Macaque's ears twitched as he listened intently to the tale, absently noting that Wukong was really getting into telling the story. Too bad he had incurable stage fright, though.

 Otherwise the Black simian would ask him to join in on one of his shadow plays.

Macaque smirked at the thought of Wukong joining him on stage. It really was a bummer that the golden-furred King had stage fright.

It was at that moment the floating screen chose to show up for the second time that morning with new writing upon it.

Wukong abruptly cut off his MK story and read over the writing on the screen along with his now bored-looking mate.

The Monkey King giggled as his tail started wagging behind him.

Wukong: Well, I'll take that as a compliment. Thank you, kiddo!

A bouquet of sunflowers floated out of the screen, which Wukong gently grabbed.

Wukong: I also graciously accept these sunflowers. Thanks again, kid!

The Six-Eared Macaque glared at the bouquet of sunflowers in his mate's hands from the corner of his eye as they briefly flashed purple before returning back to their normal amber colour.

He was planning on committing murder until he looked back at the screen and saw the message written to him, which immediately made him relax and caused any thought of murder to drown in the back of his mind for another day.

Macaque: Well, I guess it's alright as long as you're not trying to take my Sunshine from me.

He gave a tiny grin.

Macaque: Besides, I have to agree that Wukong does sometimes remind one of sunflowers.

Macaque: Now that that's out of the way.

He turned to look at his mate, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

Macaque: Why are you wearing the skirt again?

Wukong shrugged at him.

Wukong: What? It's comfortable and flowy. Those are two very important things!

Macaque sighed but couldn't help but smile.

Macaque: Alright, wear it. I'm not going to judge. Besides, I'm sure the one who gifted it to you will be happy that you like it and are even wearing it.

Wukong smiled big and laughed.

Wukong: Definitely!

Monkey King got an idea and gasped.

Wukong: Oh hey! Why don't you wear the one they gifted you?

Macaque scoffed.

Macaque: Uh, maybe because I don't want to.

Wukong whined.

Wukong: Oh, come on, please? Just this once?

A head shake.

Macaque: No.

Monkey King got closer.

Wukong: Please?

Another head shake as Macaque turned his back on him.

Macaque: No.

Wukong got down on his knees and brought his hands together as if praying.

Wukong: Please, Plums? It'll only have to be this once, and then you don't have to wear it again. Just show them that you appreciate their gift just a little!

Macaque froze before slumping and groaning.

~2 minutes later!~

Macaque glared with his arms crossed as he stood wearing the black & light purple skull skirt he was gifted 2 asks ago at the same time Wukong was gifted his.

In contrast to Macaque's now annoyed mood, Wukong was jumping in place beside him as he squealed, his golden tail forming into a heart as he gushed at how good the skirt looked on his lovely black-furred angel.

Wukong: Oh. My. Gosh. You look super adorable in that skirt, Moonlight!

Macaque sweat dropped at the reaction as he let out a sigh.

Macaque: Your inner Mei is showing Wukong.

Wukong waved him off.

Wukong: Pfft, whatever. It's not my fault you rock that skirt.

Macaque groaned and resigned himself to the fact he most likely wouldn't be getting out of this cursed skirt for the rest of the day.