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confessions pt2 | SWK & MK, + shadowpeaches

MK's face instantly became twisted with confusion,stepping out to gaze down the hall but the door was already shut, and Wukong was giving him a funny look. "Something wrong, MK?"

"You-" he had started, but then looked away, "Nevermind." he mumbled, walking over to the couch and plopping down, taking a small bite of the juicy peach, mouth dripping with the stickiness. He pulled up his sleeve over his hand and wiped his lips.

"Ah. Uh, good right? I know exactly when to pick them." Wukong walked over and sat down on the other side. MK gave a subtle hum of agreement. Suddenly the peach was no longer appetizing, he wanted to throw up.

Wukong knew something was up, reaching his hand over and placing it onto MK's shoulder. "What's up, bud? Don't be scared." he whispered, moving his hand to take the peach from MK and finish it off. MK gladly gave it to him.

"Well..." the boy whispered, starting to fiddle with his fingers, pants, shirt- anything he could get his hands on to prevent him from thinking too hard. Wukong hummed to let MK know he was listening. He huffed, "I just- wanted to tell you something. Something reallt important. It might change how you look at me."

Wukong made a noise of confusion, sitting up. "Change it? MK, why would I do that? You're my successor, nothing can change how I look at you."

MK bit his lip, shifting on the couch and clearing his throat. "It's a thing people see as wrong, Monkey King." he turned to Wukong, only to see more confusion on his face.

"I've been around for thousands of years, I know everything, kid. I.. meh, accept mostly everything." The monkey shrugged, tapping his paws on his lap. After a moment he stopped and warmly smiled at his successor, "Don't be afraid."

MK felt himself tense up, a painful lump in his throat and tears started to burn his eyes, swelling them. He tried his hardest not to choke up.

"Monkey King- I, uh..." he cursed, dropping his head and wiping his eyes.

"Take your time, MK." Wukong whispered, comfortingly.

The tone of his voice sure did help, it only took MK a minute to find his voice and sit back up. Took him longer to actually confess.

"I am transgender."

Wukong's face twisted. Not in anger, but confusion. "You're what?"

MK couldn't help but choke up on a laugh, wiping his cheek. "I wasn't born a boy, Monkey King. But I am a boy, I am MK. Nothing... nothing else."

Wukong stared, trying to comprehend it all. He was so puzzled, attempting desperately to understand. He sure did understand MK being a boy, yeah, but he didn't know that MK wasn't originally one. It hurt his heart to see his successor, his son, like this. He's always seen MK as his own. Monkey instinct or something. But nothing ever would change his thoughts about MK.

"MK..." Wukong smiled and the younger boy seemed to instantly erupt into tears, happy tears. He tackled Wukong in a tight high, leaving him movementless and unsure of what to do. He let out a hearty laugh and wrapped his arms around the crying MK, holding him tight. "Nothing will ever, ever change my sight of you. You are my successor, maybe even more, I'll accept you no matter what.

MK started to tremble, sobbing uncontrollable happy tears at this news. He thought he'd never let go.

How did one think.. that a four thousand year old mystical monkey wouldn't accept him? MK laughed at his own incompetence. Looking back at his worry, his nervousness, he felt stupid, really stupid. But now he was reassured.

Wukong burried his paw into MK's brown hair, messing with it thanks to monkey tendencies. He had always saw this as a way to calm a monkey child, before sending them off to sleep or elsewhat. He picked it up as he grew older, and now he did it to MK, longing to teach him how to one day as well. It seemed to work as well, MK's breathing calmed, but he didn't move from Wukong's arms. He was comfortable and the hair thing was... awfully nice. Sleep began to tug at his eyes from not getting any sleep the night before, a yawn escaped him.

Wukong began to hum a familiar tune, one he always hums. MK loved the tune. He felt his body rest, then he was awake no longer.

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Wukong sat there for an hour or so as the boy slept, grooming his hair with his paws. His hair was clean and soft now, easy to run claws through. When Wukong was proud of his work, he made sure MK was sound asleep and slowly moved, keeping him close as he got up, only to set him down on the couch to sleep, placing a red blanket over him.

He heard the door creak open slowly, quietly. Macaque was back. He walked over into the hallway, holding a finger to his mouth. "Shh." Macaque froze where he was, confused. He came in quietly but still apparently had no clue the kid was asleep.

Wukong took Macaque's wrist and led him back out the shack, silently shutting the door behind him. He hopped off the porch, stretching.

"What happened there? I heard crying." Macaque mumbled, stepping out to the other.

Wukong hummed in confusion at the question, turning to his companion. "Oh, er-... we will have to tell him more things if you were to figure out that stuff. Just, don't worry about it, 'kay?" Wukong smiled warmly.

Macaque didn't look convinced, giving Monkey King a narrow look. Then he shrugged, dropping down to the floor in a crouched stance. "Welp, as long as he hates me no longer."

Wukong grinned, nudging the ravenette's ankle with his boot, "So soft... what happened to the Six-Eared Macaque that I know?" Macaque growled, and swatted at Wukong's leg a little too hardly. He fell to the ground hardly, right on his butt.

"Ow!" he placed a hand on his lower back, wincing, "That hurt!"

Macaque's growl turned to a snicker, and no longer was he mad, but smiling at their foolishness. It turned to silence for several minutes while Macaque tried to figure out what to say.

Eventually he found the words he was looking for. "So... we have to tell MK about us?" he looked to Wukong for an answer, who shrugged.

"Kid's got great hearing, but bad memory. He heard us in the hallway, I know that for sure, but that could be gone already from passing out to sleep. Who knows, he's unpredictable." Wuking muttered thoughtfully, glancing to the shack he built long ago and then back to Macaque. He grinned teasingly, "You called me Peaches earlier..."

Macaque's face turned a deep shade of red, shoving Wukong with his foot. "Shut up."

The simian laughed quietly. "Does that mean I can call you Plums again?"

Macaque groaned and fell back, laying down on the ground and staring up. "I don't care."

Wukong's face lit up, and he was instantly sent into a ramble about the nicknames the two gave each other so many years ago. He loved them. And he knew Macaque loved them too, somewhere deep, deep down. Otherwise he wouldn't have let 'Peaches' slip. It was cute.

Today, two became closer; a secret being told, while a new secret unfolded.