#ler!wukong

[ghostlee]

I was having so much LMK Lee!Nezha brainrot that I had to draw this lmao. Uh yeah enjoy, sorta just put random context on this but think up whatever story you will with it!

[gaybananabread]

Hey! For Tickletober, can I get day 27 with lee!MK from Lego Monkie Kid?

I’m not sure what season you’re up to, but there’s a reason for why I picked that day lol.

TickleTober Day 27 - Non-Human Parts

~Okay so I JUST finished season 5 when I started writing this, and AUAHIDFUHAISD- I am not okay. Macaque and Wukong were so paternal in this, and that’s not even getting to Pigsy! I love this show so much it’s UNREAL! I went with the two monkey dads because monkey madness. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky month!~

Lee: Mk

Lers: Wukong and Macaque

Summary: Mk gets frustrated during training, his new powers proving to be quite difficult to get used to. Luckily, he has two monkey mentors to aid him. When he gets tired and gives up for the day, they have a rather fun way to help him relax.

Warnings: spoilers for Lego Monkie Kid! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“C’mon, kid! Just take a breath and center yourself.” Wukong balanced on his tail in front of Mk, watching as the boy fell once again.

“What Wukong is trying to say is that you need to balance.” Macaque’s snide voice cut in as he sauntered over, getting into the same position as Monkie King. “Your tail is a part of you, just like your arms and legs. You have to feel your center and hold yourself there.”

“I don’t see how tricks are gonna help me get used to this.” Mk gestured down at himself, specifically his tail. Ever since they’d “freed” the Nine-Headed Demon, the team had been lovingly forcing Mk to confront his Monkie side and learn about his powers.

That also meant bodily exercises, such as the one they were focusing on at that moment.

“It helps you understand your new form, bud. Before you can master your powers or anything else, you have to know your body.” Wukong tried to sound patient, but he was really getting tired of explaining the same thing over and over again.

He was endlessly happy, of course, that Mk was alright, but they didn’t know when the next big-bad whatever was coming. His monkie form needed to be mastered, or at least understood, before that happened.

“Fine, fine. I’ll try again.” Mk sighed before leaning on his hands, planting his tail beneath him. It still felt so strange to have muscles there – to have something to move. Pushing himself up, he felt his tail strain with his body’s weight.

“There ya go, kid. Just breathe and stay centered.” The black monkey’s tone was calming then, urging him to stay focused and grounded. It was nice, even if he was annoyed by the entire exercise.

Mk managed to stay balanced for a solid thirty seconds. His mind wandered as he sat there, the thoughts he’d oh-so carefully compartmentalized trying to fall off their shelves. The scarily calm look the Nine-Headed Demon had given him…

”You just opened the cage."

Mk gasped, his eyes flying open as he fell backwards. Macaque’s tail was there in a second, cradling his head before it could hit the ground.

“Hey, new record, bud!” Wukong did his best to sound supportive, but his impatience leaked into the reassurance. They’d been at it for the better half of two hours by then.

“What happened?” Macaque used his tail to sit Mk up, patting his shoulder supportively. Macaque had been unusually caring and touchy since his sacrifice; it wasn’t bad at all, but it was unexpected.

“I just…can’t keep my mind straight. It keeps going places I don’t wanna visit.” Mk sighed, sitting fully on the ground as his tail flicked. It showed his agitation, and it was too new for Mk to suppress it.

“Bud…” Wukong tried to gather his own thoughts, not knowing how to respond to that. He didn’t want to tell the kid to push them aside; that wasn’t healthy. Then again, how else was he gonna advise him? “Wanna…talk about it?”

“Not really. It’s the same stuff that’s been bothering me. Snake guy, the chaos, all that goodness.” Mk chuckled dryly, trying to play off his dread with humor. It usually worked, though he could still feel the uncertainty within him.

“Want us to distract you?” Macaque didn’t meet either of their eyes when he asked this, staring off into the horizon. The corner of his lip twitched, giving away a hidden amusement.

“I…guess so, yeah. Is it gonna hurt?” The monkie boy quirked a brow suspiciously, not liking how vague that was. What did he mean by “distract”?

“No, not hurt. If you want us to stop, just say so, and we will.” Macaque shot Wukong a look, hoping he’d get the tacit message. The orange-furred monkey blushed when he got it, a surprised huff leaving him. He hadn’t expected a solution like that from Mac, but…it’d work.

“Okay…” Mk nodded, a slightly anxious feeling rising in his chest when he saw the look they shared. It wasn’t bad, more…giddy. “Why’re you looking at him like that? Monkey King?”

Monkie King’s tail wrapped around Mk’s middle, tugging the boy into his chest. Two strong arms hooked under his own, keeping him restrained. “H-hey! Lemme go!”

“No can do, kid. You’ve at least gotta let me start before you run.” Macaque grinned as he plopped down in front of the two, his tail curling amusedly behind him. His expression was soft and affectionate as he reached out, giving Mk’s stomach a little poke.

The boy’s eyes widened with realization, a giddy smile immediately blooming on his face. “Wahait! G-guys, c’mon! We need to be training!”

“Ooooh, now you care about training?” Wukong’s tail came up to brush against Mk’s monkey ear, making him squeak. “Too late for that, bud.”

“If you actually want us to stop, just say…hmm. What’s a good word, Wukong?” Macaque spoke smugly, lazily tickling the boy’s stomach. He was already giggling up a storm, the silliness of the position he was in making him way too giddy.

“How about ‘peaches,’ eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Macaque, knowing the word would annoy him. The darker-furred monkey rolled his eyes, deciding to deal with it later. “Fine. Say peaches, and we stop."

Mk thought of saying it immediately, but…well, he was kind of enjoying the touch, and it was helping to distract him from his thoughts. He could wait a few minutes…

“Knew it. Just one more thing the kid’s got in common with you, Wukong.” Macaque teased, practically purring the words as he looked up at the Monkie King.

Said king scoffed indignantly, grateful for the fur helping to hide his blush. “Hey, pick on the kid, not me! He’s the sad one!”

“Debatable, but…fine.” Macaque grinned as he focused back in on Mk, adding a second hand into the mix. He was still leisurely tracing across his chest, mapping out his worst spots before really trying anything.

Meanwhile, Wukong’s tail continued to tease the shells of Mk’s monkie ears, watching him squirm and squeak.

“M-Mahahacahaque! Mohohonkie Kihihing!” Mk kicked and squirmed in Wukong’s grip, his tail twitching and flicking against the other monkey’s chest. He could not stay still while he was being tickled.

“Yes?” Both monkeys spoke at once, though Wukong’s voice was a lot more teasing than Macaque’s. The two’s different energies somehow made it the more flustering, making Mk’s face burn.

“I-ihihit tihihihickles!”

That made both monkeys’ hearts squeeze, paternal hearts practically sparkling in Wukong’s eyes. How could one kid be so adorable?

Macaque was the first to recover from the psychic attack, chuckling fondly as he continued to tickle him. He’d explored enough to map the kid’s spots. “Hey, Wukong? Try getting the base of his tail.”

“Uh…oh! On it.” Wukong snapped out of it, a big grin settling on his face as he went for it. He had to release one of Mk’s arms to do it, but the boy was too distracted to really make use of that. When the king’s fingers scribbled on that little spot near the bottom of his spine, he lost it.

“GYAHAHAHA! M-MOHONKIE KIHIHING! NAHAHAHO!” Mk flapped his free hand as his worst spot was targeted, nearly kicking Macaque in the face. His back was already ticklish before he’d had tail nerves. After, though? It was so much worse.

“Woah- careful, kid!” Macaque laughed as he dodged the boy’s shoe, shoving it back down. He was so squirmy… Cute kid. “Wouldn’t want me to get mad, would ya? It gets worse when I’m mad.”

“Wow, you’re mean, Mac,” Wukong mused, giving the boy a breather as he dragged a claw up his spine. The little squeals that motion received made his grin widen somehow, splitting his face. “Thought you’d take it easy on the poor kid.”

“That’s your job. I’m not soft,” Macaque huffed, taking his slight annoyance out on Mk. The hand on his stomach narrowed in, going for his navel. Mk shrieked, kicking about once again.

“F-FIHIHIGHT LAHAHATER!” Mk’s pleas fell on deaf ears, the two monkey men distracted by their playful argument.

“Oh really? How come you sleep with the baby monkeys then?” Wukong’s voice was smug, knowing he had the other monkey pinned.

“I- that’s different!” Mac growled, his tail flicking in exasperation. The king was always a tease, but he wasn’t wrong. Macaque hated it when he was right.

“Doesn’t seem like it…”

“Ugh, just focus on the kid.” Macaque gave up, knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with Mk between them. Besides, he wasn’t quite done with the boy.

“Ohohor dohohon’t! Bohoth wohohork!” Mk tried to shove Macaque’s hands away, but the dark-furred monkey easily pushed past the resistance. One spot he hadn’t tried yet…

“H-hehehehey!” Mk nearly whined when he felt the tickles move to his shoulders, fighting the immediate urge to melt into them. Stupid shoulders and their stupid calming sensitivity…

“Aww, you found his favorite spot!” Wukong was wholly unhelpful, only egging Macaque on. He could tell the kid was getting tired, so he followed the curve of the mood, softening his touch. He kept toying with the boy's ears, but less persistently.

“N-Nuhuhuh-uhuh!” Mk’s denial was totally mature as he slowly stopped struggling, his giggles growing softer and more relaxed.

“So convincing, Mk.” Macaque chuckled at the sight of him, leaning closer as his legs stopped flailing. He seemed almost sleepy… Maybe they hadn’t even needed a safeword.

“You gettin’ tired, bud?” Wukong smiled as his mentee’s back pressed against his chest, the top of Mk’s hair tickling his chin. The barely coherent response of mumbled giggles was incredibly convincing.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” With a quick look to Macaque, both monkey men stopped their “attacks” in favor of cuddling up next to him. While monkey piles weren’t common among them any more, the pair still loved them. By the sound of his happy sigh, Mk did, too.

“We’ll work on the training later, bud. Get some rest.” Wukong leaned back on a stump, grateful he’d sat down so close to one. Mk was lying back on his chest, with Macaque on the boy’s stomach.

“Listen to the goof, kid. It’ll make things easier.” Macaque smirked, laughing at the immediate hair-ruffle his words received. Wukong was predictable, but it was a nice, reliable kind of predictable.

“Mmph, fine…” Mk tried to sound stubborn, but he was already falling asleep.

Sandwiched between his two monkey mentors, Mk let his mind wander. For once, it was kind to him, sluggishly bringing up fond memories with his team. He drifted off with a smile on his face, remembering just how lucky he was to have met them all.

[helleboretks]

HAH! Got 'Em!!!

Hello hello hello! First fic in a couple months for my newest fandom Lego Monkie Kid! This is a Lee!Nezha, Lers!Wukong, Mei and MK ticklefic, so if it isn't your forte, no need to read!

(This is Nezha, if anyone wants to gaze upon this absolutely beautiful specimen uwu)

Summary: Wukong wanted to test out if their resident Third Lotus Prince was ticklish. Only Buddha knows what kind of chaos arose from it.

“This is purely experimentative, kid.”

“No it isn’t, Monkey King.”

“Yeaaaaah-no, no it isn’t.”

Mk snorted with a roll of his eyes as Wukong took a few strands of fur from his head, gently blowing on them to produce a few feathers.

“C’mon! You can’t say you’re not curious. I know that look in your eye.” He was right, of course, Mk was pretty curious about this idea too. Would Nezha actually be ticklish? Given that he was reincarnated from a plant-a lotus no less-there had to be something his body did and didn’t replicate from the original, right?

“Has he ever even been tickled before?” Mk wonders aloud, sitting down in the seat next to Wukong. The Noodle Shop was pretty empty today save for his friends and, well obviously, the Lotus Prince himself. Mk’s both surprised and relieved that the man actually found time to take a break, and even felt honored that he’d want to spend it here, with them.

Now he’s wondering how long it’ll be until he regrets it.

“Hmm, not from what I can recall? No???” Monkey King squeaked, looking as if he was seriously racking his brain for some kind of memory. “Yeah no, not from what I can remember.”

“If he’s actually ticklish you’re going to kill him.”

“Oh Pfft, nah he won’t die. You can’t die like that! I think.”

Mk was not about to tell Monkey King that you can, in fact, meet death by tickling. Not right now at least.

No one seemed to notice the little cluster of feathers floating closer and closer to the prince, who found himself in a rather engaging conversation with Tang about some history or other that Mk couldn’t parse out. They both waited with bated breath as he shifted his arms to rest comfortably on the counter.

“Welp, I’ve got nothing to lose.” Famous last words, but alright.

And then the feathers shot into Nezha’s armor.

And look-

LOOK-

The sheer volume of the scream Nezha let out as he flew right off the chair-Mk couldn’t help but crack up laughing as Wukong ducked under the table in surprise, trying to stifle his own laughter.

“HAH!! GOT ‘EEEEEEEEEEEM!!!” Mk screamed as Nezha grabbed and tussled at his clothing, shrieks erupting from his throat.

“Lotus boy!? Mk what did you do!?” Mei exclaimed, clearly less intent on helping and more intent on actually knowing what the fuck they had done.

“THERE’S SOMETHING IN MY ARMOR! THEHEHERE’S-OH MY GOHOHOD WHAT THE FU-” You could just hear Wukong’s dry wheeze from under the table as Nezha’s franticness caused him to bump into one of the chairs, practically crumbling onto one of the tables as Tang choked on his noodles with a chortle.

“Are you-Oh my god, Lotus boy’s ticklish!” Mk nodded to Mei’s statement, and honestly, he was pretty surprised by just how much those feathers affected the man. He was laughing up a storm from wherever those feathers were tickling him, Mk couldn’t really see where they were, but he knew they were doing something.

Or he’d probably just never been tickled in his life and the sensation shocked his soul right out of his body.

That’s also a possibility.

“What the hell? Oi, Monkey King, is this your doing?!” Apparently Pigsy had been the first one to catch onto the real culprit, and Mk banged a fist against the table with a snort as Wukong let out an offended gasp from his hiding spot, popping out into the open.

“I will have you know, mister man of the pigs! I didn’t do nothing!” Wukong sassed, shaking his head from side to side, wagging his finger disapprovingly. That, however, masked the fact that he was probably making those feathers move even faster, because Nezha’s laughter went up an octave right after.

“WUKOHOHOHONG!!! I-I’M GOHONNA KIHIHIHILL YOU-” Monkey King gave an especially skeptical look, turning to Mk, who too was laughing hysterically, just not from the result of being tickled himself. “Yakow, I’m not so sure he’s actually going to do it. I mean, look at the guy! Look at him, take a good look!” Monkey King jested, grabbing Mk by the cheeks and directing his attention back to Nezha.

He could see Nezha, half his body on the table, the other half on the floor as he gripped the edges of the wood, laughing up a storm as he practically vibrated like mad. His face was alight in an adorable blush of pink, eyes squeezed shut with a wobbly, wide grin to boot. He really didn’t look anywhere close to being capable of killing Monkey King in the state he was in.

But then he saw Mei hopped off her seat, a damn near devilish look on her face.

He knew Nezha was in for some shit.

“Here! Lemme help you out, buddy!” Mei spoke too cheerfully to be anything but a trap, but with the way the Lotus Prince was too preoccupied trying to get a grip of himself, he realized that fact a little too late, practically squealing as Mei snatched him by the sides, skittering her nails all over.

Wukong laughed as Nezha flew back unintentionally, right into the person who was making it worse. He kicked his legs as Mei struggled to hold him up with a huffing laugh, scrambling to grab her biceps and shake them.

And not for the first time, Mk doesn’t see the stoic Lotus Prince persona that Nezha tries so hard to keep up. He just sees Nezha; a man who seriously needs a break, and a little too ticklish for his own good.

So you can’t entirely blame Mk for wanting to be a prick.

He jumps over the table, letting out a weird as hell war cry before snatching Nezha by the legs. “YOU’RE COMIN’ WITH ME, MY DUDE-”

Nezha shrieked as Mk began to drag him around the floor, Tang really choking on his noodles as Mei howled with laughter, whipping out her phone to record the absolute madness. Nezha was gripping his ribs-which is probably where Wukong’s feathers are- shaking his head manically as he tried to wrench himself from Mk’s grasp.

“MK, NAHAHAHA-” “HEY!! I just cleaned those floors, kid!!!” Wukong slapped his hand on the table repeatedly as Pigsy called out, and Mk defiantly continued to drag this man everywhere he could, still carefully avoiding chairs and table legs as he went.

“WELL I’M USIN’ IT, DADSY, I’M BUSY!!” Mk shouted back as Mei followed behind him, catching it all on video.

“The poor man! Mk no!” Tang laughed, clearly not as against it as Pigsy is, who stared in dumbfounded disbelief as the two kids messed with the Lotus Prince himself. Nezha, meanwhile, was trying to cling onto anything with a solid structure but was doing nothing other than dragging chairs and tables out of place in his hysteria.

“Look at this BOI-” Mei cheered, causing Mk to wheeze as he shook Nezha’s legs from side to side, the man letting out a squeak as Wukong hopped over.

“WAIT, I GOT THIS!!” That was the only warning that any of them had gotten before a whole barrage of feathers descended on the prince, who screamed in shock before that shock quickly dissolved into the most batshit manic laughter Mk had ever bore witness to.

Mei wheezed, the grip on her phone trembling as the man on the ground thrashed damn near violently, and Mk had to hold tighter onto his legs so he wouldn’t get himself a boot to the face.

“I. AM. FEATHER-BUDDHA!!!” Wukong cried, throwing his hands dramatically into the air as Mei got the bright idea to place her phone down, grab Nezha’s arms, and hoist him the rest of the way up.

“FEATHER JESUS-” She cried just as dramatically as the two swung the prince back and forth, laughing themselves silly as Nezha laughed himself into a tizzy.

For a split second, Mk swore he saw macaque walk in, stare, and then slide right back out in one smooth motion and just-wow, what a great cameo.

“MACAHAHAHAQUE, YOU TRAHAITOR-” Oh he saw him, oh shit-

“I do not exist. Good luck.” Wukong wheezed and almost fell off the damn table as Macaque took his seat at the counter, turning away as if he weren’t just called out to.

“GUHUHUYS, QUIT IHIHIHIT!! PLEHEHEHEAAHAHASE-” Nezha pleaded, trying so desperately to wiggle his way out of the situation. Mk took the liberty of being the local gremlin.

“Ohohoho! But my little nezzy-wezzy-” So many wheezes wrung out at once as Nezha shrieked in embarrassment. Mk hoisted him up so that he had a grip of his knees, Mei slowing down the swinging to a stop as Mk jostled him further.

Wukong, sensing that some more shit was going to go down, slowed the feathers to somewhat of a more breathable speed, and Nezha choked on the breath he sucked in. The smile that forced itself onto his face was both down-right adorable, and freakishly foreign to him. That is something that’s going to have to change, then.

“You know, to be the best gremlin out there, all bets are off the table.” Mk dramatically announced. “AND SO!!” Nezha jumped at the loud tone, anticipatory giggles already spilling from his lips.

“What the heck he’s already laughing, awe-AND SO,” Mk repeated with a dramatic pause. “Mei, get his shirt.”

His bestie didn’t need to be told twice, Nezha letting out a shriek as she pulled his shirt up and away from his belly. “LOCAL GREMLINS!! ASSEMBLE!!!” She cried-

Right as Mk blew a raspberry into the center of Nezha’s belly.

There was a loud pop as Nezha exploded into laughter, and a few gasps and awes went around as a pink glow tinged Mk’s peripheral.

He continued to blow raspberry after raspberry with hardly any pause, and he probably would have winced given just how loud and downright evil Nezha’s laughter was, giggles and cackles as he thrashed and squirmed. It was absolutely hilarious.

“HE’S EXPLODING PETALS, MK!!” Mk paused in his raspberry blowing to pinch at the back of his knees, causing a knee-jerk reaction as he grinned at the petals that had shot out into existence, floating to the ground as Nezha snorted.

“God damn, the guy’s got a set of lungs.” Macaque chuckled, placing his hands over his ears with a grin. Mk laughed with a shake of his head, before diving straight back in, this time nibbling with an added sound effect of ‘nom nom nom’.

The petals exploded from him again.

“MK STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP OHMYGOD PLEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHASE!!!!” Nezha cried as if his life depended on it, repeated pops that were just too cute to be real filled the room as the distinct smell of lotuses overwhelmed Mk’s nose as he just kept going and going, blow after blow after blow after-

“JESUS CHRIST KID, GIVE THE MAN A BREAK!!” His record broke with a laugh with the way Pigsy had to shout so loud just to be heard over Nezha’s screaming.

It was when Nezha was so weak that all he could do was tremble and laugh, that Wukong removed the feathers and poofed them into hair, when Mei and he finally-gently-placed him on the floor, and Mk had ceased his merciless tickling, that the man gulped down proper breath since the whole ordeal began.

“Ohohoho, that was golden!” Wukong laughed as he answered to Mk’s high five, Macaque snorting at the way Nezha curled up into a tight little ball, lotus petals surrounding and covering him as he lightly tried to fan his face in hopes of ridding the embarrassed and exhausted blush on his cheeks.

“You damn near killed him, you idiots.” Pigsy sighed in exasperation, looking over the mess that had become his shop within a matter of minutes in very heavy disappointment.

“What-” Nezha panted as he sat up, burning with the rest of his gradually dying embarrassment. “What was that!? Wha-what did you do??” Mk tilted his head in amused confusion, as did Mei and Wukong. “C’mon dude, it’s just tickling! It’s not like it can hurt ya!” Mei dismissed.

A silence was Nezha’s response.

Silence soon enveloped the shop.

“You…you do know what that is, right? Nezha?” Wukong asked with a tilt of his head, this one verging on the dangerous territory of ‘this better be a fucking joke or I swear to the Celestials-’

Nezha just stared at them like they’d grown three heads.

“Oh my God he doesn’t know what tickling is-”

“THE POOR BOIO-”

Nezha yelped as Mei latched onto him in a tight embrace, which caused Mk to automatically snort. Oh this was just sad, both the hilarious kind and also the not-hilarious kind.

Staying in one room to protect a map for thousands of years really must do something to ya, huh?

“I’m actually fucking remorseful. I send my regards.” Macaque hummed, before giving a half-assed salute. “See you on the other side, Lotus Prince.” And then he disappeared into the counter’s shadow. Just like the shifty monkey, doing something like that.

“This is gonna go terribly.” Tang interjected, polishing off his third bowl.

“I’m actually thinking of closing the shop for today, I can’t believe this.” Pigsy grumbled, retreating back into the safety of his kitchen.

Nezha, during all of this, seemed to grow even more confused as the multiple comments were shot fired, and he looked at Mk who only gave him a solemn grin, because even he wasn’t about to mess up what would be-

“This will be the greatest day of your life, Lotus Boy!”

The most disastrous day of his life, courtesy of the local menace, Mei.

“Now! First on my list would be some hands on experience-”

Nezha let out a shrill shriek as Mei’s hands immediately dive for his sides.

A shriek that will be just one of way, way, way too many to come.

[titters-and-tingles]

OH MY GOD I LOVE IT SO MUCH???

(Image ID: a stick figure grabbing the arr with heart eyes and then stuffing it in its mouth, devouring it because it loves the art so much. The stick figure is surrounded by hearts.)

Greetings, @titters-and-tingles! I have come to provide you with your secret gift for this year. I intended to post this yesterday, but I forgot, so you get it today instead! I hope you enjoy it :D

Image ID:

[A digital illustration of Sun Wukong and Macaque from Lego Monkie Kid on top of a small rock pillar near Flower Fruit Mountain. Macaque is appearing outside of a shadow portal behind/below Sun Wukong, one hand tickling his right side and the other tickling his left thigh. Sun Wukong appears to be caught off guard, his legs coming out of a crossed position, his hands moving to brace against Macaque. Macaque has a mischievous smile, while Sun Wukong has a nervous one and a slight blush. Sun Wukong's tail wags to his right side behind him.]

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝚈'𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠…𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛. ~

💙👻🩵👻💙👻🩵

(𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚝 𝙶𝚋𝚘𝚢𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟾 𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝𝙰𝚛𝚝)

̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟷𝟸: 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 (𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 💗)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟸,𝟼𝟷𝟾

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢🩵

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 🐢💙

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕…𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔. 𝙰𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 (𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎’𝚜) 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘…𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔 ☺️🫶🏾!!

𝙸.𝙸. (𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾): 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎 = 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗, 𝙼𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚑𝚎𝚖 = 𝙻𝚎𝚘!!!

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢😙🩷🙌🏾˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“Yeesh…you have a deeper Raph chasm than Raph himself…” The red eared slider lightly joked as he caught a glimpse of his smaller counterpart. 

The younger counterpart in question didn’t even seem…remotely phased by the remark, looking over the city of NYC like it was going to be his last time doing so. 

But the smaller turtle felt like he was being slightly watched…(which, he in fact was) he then looked up and locked eyes with his older counterpart. “…Huh? W-Were you talking to me?”

“Nope. I was just talking to my imaginary friend Mr. Snoozle— of course I was talking to you.” Leon said sarcastically, raising an eye ridge at the other teen. 

Leo blushed slightly at the elder’s sarcasm, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “Sorry…I-I was spacing out…I do that a lot.”

“Yeah…no kidding. I’ve been talking to you for the past ten minutes and all I’ve gotten from you were six 'mhm’s', three 'yup’s' and seven 'dang that’s crazy's'.” The older one snorted, “If I didn’t know any better, it seems like you don’t wanna talk to me.”

“No! I-It’s not that!” The smaller turtle immediately protested, fiddling nervously with his fingers as he gazed at the streets of NYC once more. 

Which…was really the only thing he could do right at this moment. 

Besides…the city always looked so…pretty in the evenings. 

Well, if there wasn’t crime happening…

…Which was, like, a good 40-50% of the time but still.

“So…what is it, then? Why did you take me to a random rooftop in the smack middle of NY? 'Cuz, no offense…but I was having a nice first place winning streak in Fashion Famous before all of this.” The taller turtle said.

The honey brown teen raised a doubtful brow, “…You play Fashion Famous?”

“Psh…who doesn’t?” Leon scoffed, “But that’s a question worth discussing for another day…” He said as he leaned his shell against the rooftop guardrail as he looked up at the afternoon soon to turn to evening sky, “So tell me..what’s going on, dude?”

“…I…I needed to talk to you…” Leo mumbled. 

“I…can see that.” The elder giggled, “But, what did you wanna talk about?”

The younger fiddled with his fingers nervously again, picking at his thumb’s hang nail slightly as he avoided the other’s gaze entirely now, “…How…H-How do I become a good leader…?” 

Leon blinked in confusion, darting his eyes around the rooftop looking for someone else before letting out a humorless laugh, “Uhuh…whahahat?”

“I-I said…how do I become a good leader…?” Leo repeated, a bit quieter this time.

“…You’re asking me that?” The slider asked incrediously.

“Yes…!” Leo emphasized, getting off of the rail to look at the taller turtle, “How do I—”

“U-Uh…this is…flattering and all, b-but I reheally think you should talk to my Raph about…that.” The red eared slider interrupted, rubbing his arm anxiously and tensing up a bit as the other mutant looked at him with confusion and distraught.

“What? Why!?” Leo asked, getting up from the ledge to look fully at his older counterpart.

“Well, I’m not the oldest turtle in the family like you. I’m the second youngest. Raphalla has more experience, more wisdom and aaaaall that good stuff.” The lime green eyed turtle said as he grimaced awkwardly, picking at a hangnail as well.

Great minds think alike, I suppose…

The honey brown eyed mutant blinked, “I…so? Your still the leader of your team—“

“Welp…this conversation has been fun but I gotta go—”

“But—”

“I have a toooooon of stuff to do now that I think about it…”

“B-But I—”

“And besides, I’m sure your leadership skills aren’t as bad as you think they are—”

“PLEASE!!” The younger shouted as the older tried to leave, making the other flinch slightly at the sudden and random yell, “…Please. J-Just a small piece of advice! A-A hint…! Anything!” 

The taller mutant sighed inwardly, turning around as he crossed his arms— not in a malicious way…but it was really the only form of body langauge he could do at the moment other than picking more at his skin…

…Which, he promised Donnie he would try to stop doing…

“…Why do you want my input so bad…?” The lime green eyed teen asked, mentally cringing at how weak and fragile he sounded.

“I…I don’t know.” The younger mumbled quietly as he sat down against the ledge on the building, hugging his knees to his chest, “I just…figured you would know some stuff…”

“Some…stuff?” The other pressed.

Leo rolled his eyes, “You know what I’m taking about; being a good leader and all that shit!” 

“Pfft— HAH! Trust me, dude…I’m just as lost as you are with this whole 'being a good leader' thing.” Leon chuckled, sitting down next to his counterpart.

“…What are you talking about?” 

“I just became a leader, like…two-ish weeks ago? I dunno…the past weeks have been a complete blur.” The red eared slider explained, holding in an amused snort as he saw how genuinely shocked the other turtle was by his new lore drop. 

“My Raph was originally the leader of the team but after my family defeated the Shredder…my Dad was just all like: 'Blue, you’re the new leader now' and the rest was history…” 

“…Just like that?” The honey brown eyed teenager asked in pure surprise. 

“Just like that.” Leon confirmed. 

“Well, fuck me, then…” The smaller teen grumbled in defeat, burying his face in his knees as the other let out the amused snort he’s been holding in, “I’m good, thanks.” 

“You know that’s not what I meant.” The younger grumbled at the older’s immaturity. 

…He needs to make a mental note to himself to never let his own Mikey and Leon be in the same room with one another…

“I personally think you have nothing to worry about, though. You seem like you’re doing a pretty good job—” Leon tried to say. 

“But I’m not!” Leo exclaimed as he interrupted the older, mentally punching himself for making a loud outburst again, “I-I’m…not…”

“My brother’s don’t listen to me.” The smaller teen explained, his voice either demonstrating frustration or self-depreciation…

…Leon couldn’t tell.

“They always assume I want to be bossy or I want to be controlling but in reality I just wanna protect them!” The honey brown eyed turtle seethed, “I-I just want to be there for them a-and help!!! I knowthat we’re all the same age and I guess it seems like I’m babying them but I kinda have to because they aren’t responsible! They wouldn’t know responsibility if it walked up to them and punched them straight in the face!!”

The lime green eyed mutant rubbed his arm, tapping his fingers on his knees to try and calm himself down; getting overwhelmed was not a good look on him. 

Plus, it clashed with his autumn shade. 

“…Just, uh…trust yourself…?” The elder tried. 

“But I don’t!” The younger shouted, “I’ve tried and tried and tried to lead but they just. don’t. listen! I-I can’t lead people who don’t want to be lead!” 

“…Your Dad picked you to be the leader for a reason—”

“Well I don’t even know what that damn reason is! ” Leo seethed, burying his face into his arms, “My brother’s want Raph to lead…they don’t want…me. They want someone collective and strong and dependent as their leader; someone who they can be relient on…s-someone who they can trust…”

The smaller mutant let out a wet scoff, looking to the side of himself, “…I’m none of those things…” 

Almost on cue to the emotional moment, Leon slapped his younger counterpart upside on the head…hard. 

Leo let out a small squawk, rubbing the back of his head as he glared at the other. 

“What the freaking hell was that for?!” Leo seethed. 

“For saying a bunch of dumb shit!” The older seethed back, “Y'know that’s my job, right?” He said as he crossed his arms, glancing straight ahead as he saw the sun peeking out from behind a building….

…It was honestly giving the Attack on Titan intro and Leo wasn’t complaining one bit.

“Look…I’m not going to lie to you; being the leader isn’t easy.” The lime green eyed teen exclaimed knowingly. 

“Gee, I wonder what gave you that idea.” The other grumbled under his breath. 

“Just let me cook!”

“Well, right now you’re burning.”

Leon just rolled his eyes at the smaller’s sassy remark, continuing, “I get it, okay…? Being the leader is…challenging. Especially when you know the people your supposed to be leading don’t…want your leadership— or at the very least aren’t used to it.”

The lime green eyed teenager got up, brushing his legs off as he looked over the building’s rail, seeming like he was…trying to remember something, “It’s…a lot. Your still a kid but you’re literally forced to manage all of these responsibilities and high expectations everyone has for you…”

The older sighed, playing with his mask tails as he glanced at the ground, wishing it had an answer to his and Leo’s predicament, “A-And you don’t…you don’t know what those expectations are…” 

The taller mutant sighed, looking back at his younger counterpart, “But you just…gotta keep going…y’know? Your Dad picked you to be leader for a reason, I’m sure.” Leon assured. 

“But my brother’s—”

“'Want Raph?'” The red eared slider said, “Wehell, you aren’t Raph, now are you?”

“…no.”

“Exactly. So stop trying to compare. You’re Leonardo. Lead how Leonardo would lead.” The elder smiled softly.

God, he sounded so freaking…wise right now!!!

“But…I don’t know how Leonardo leads…that’s why I’m asking you…!!” The younger said. 

Leon snorted, “You gotta figure it out, then! Only you can determine how Leonardo leads. Yes…we’re both Leo’s in a sense but we’re different people…you feel me?”

“I…I-I feel you.” The honey brown eyed teen nodded slightly, “I just…I just don’t wanna mess anything up, I guess…”

“Hate to break it to you…but you 100% will. That’s the great thing about being, well…you. I don’t need to be an alternate version of you to know you fuck things up constantly.” The older Leonardo joked lightly, his soft smile turning to a smug grin as he saw how appalled his younger self got at the comment. 

“And you’re going to fuck up a lot of things when you’re leading your brothers…I’d be lying if I said you wouldn’t. But…overtime you’ll get better…you won’t be perfect…but you’ll get better.” The elder announced, looking over his shoulder to lock eye’s with Leo, “And sooner or later your younger brother’s will learn to trust you to lead them…but you have to trust yourself first.” 

Leo’s eyes widened slightly, looking back at his older self with nothing but…respect and compassionnow. 

His advice actually made…sense. Which is an actual shock because all the things he usually says is just plain old gibberish. 

“So, you gonna pay me?” Leon asked as he sat back down. 

“Huh?” The younger said as he tilted his head in confusion. 

“I said: Are you gonna pay me?” The older asked again, “Advice doesn’t come for free, y'know.” And in a result to the random question and statement, Leo scratched the side of his head, glancing away nervously, “I mean…I have some Jolly Rancher wrappers in my pocket if you’d like that.” 

The older Leonardo raised an unamused brow, biting back a genuine smile at the younger’s attempted transaction. 

“…I’ll…take that as a maybe…?” The shorter mutant quietly guessed. 

“I’ll pass…but I appreciate the offer.” The red eared slider laughed, wrapping his younger counterpart in a hug as he rested his hand on his side, squeezing it comfortingly, “With you and me as our brother’s leaders…there’s absolutely nothing we can’t solve!” 

The older mutant faltered, scratching his chin in sudden realization, “Besides girls…I still haven’t decoded them yet.” 

Leo randomly let out a laugh at the joke, shaking his head as a couple snorts and squeals followed. 

The older Leo raised an amused brow, chuckling lightly at the other’s giggle fit, “Ohoookay…it was never that fuhunny.” 

“Ihi nehehever sahaid ihat— snrt! Yohour hahahand!!!” The younger Leonardo squeaked, holding the other’s wrists loosely. “Oh.” The lime green eyed teenager hummed, his amused eyeridge raise now becoming…smug, “You don’t happen to be…ticklish, do you?” 

The smaller mutant gulped as his counterpart muttered out…the word; and so casually too?!

“N-Noho! N-Nohoh I’m nohot!” The honey brown eyed turtle squeaked out despretley, letting out a city-wide squeal as Leon pinched his hips with his free hand whilst still trapping/wrapping him in a hug. “Really? Well, last I checked, people who 'aren’t ticklish' don’t usually squeal when their hips are squeezed, bud.”  

“Ihihat’s— snrt! Juhuhust stahap!!” 

“If my memory serves me correctly, you said you 'weren’t ticklish', right?” The elder said as he wiggled his free hand near the other’s stomach. 

Which, in fact, was enough to keep the other boy completely howling with laughter. 

Leo screamed, twisting and turning to try and steer away from the tortuous fingers, “N-NohO nohOHO snrt WAHAIT-!!!” 

“Soooo…you obviously don’t mind this, right?” Leon smirked as he used his left hand to scribble around the smaller turtle’s tummy while his right hand wrapped around his shell and tickled his underarm. “IHI MIHIHIND! IHI snrt MIHIHIND snrt AHA LAHAHAT!” The younger mutant squeaked out in panic, flailing and shouting about. 

“But why~? You’re obviously not ticklish.” The red eared slider shrugged casually. 

“IHI SNRT SNRT AHAM!!” The smaller mutant suddenly confessed, pushing on the taller’s chest, “IHI AHAM SNRT  IHIHI AHAM SNRT SNRT IHI SNRT AHAHAM!!” 

“Oh! So…you lied to me?” The older mutant questioned as he clamped Leo’s thigh repetitively.

The complete audacity of this kid…

It was impressive, honestly…

Leo hiccuped, burying his head in the elder’s shoulder, “NOHO! IHI— snrt! GYAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!!” 

“Noho! You lied to me, you little twerp! Ugh…the betrayal! And here I thought we were having a nice little bonding moment!” The red eared slider cried dramatically as he stuffed his hands in Leo’s underarms.

The younger Leonardo loudly squawked, snorting up a storm as the elder continued to relentlessly tickle him to pieces, “L-LEHEEEEEEEHEON!!”

“Hm~? Yeah~? What is it, bud?”

“PLEHEHEASE!! NAHAT SNRT SNRT THAHAT!!!” The honey brown eyed mutant squealed, his yell bouncing off the walls of the buildings of New York. “Why~? Is it your tickle spot~? Your tickle tickletickle spot~? 'Cuz your tickle tickle ticklish~?”

“SHUHUT UHUHUP!!” The smaller turtle howled as Leon scribbled his nails along the other’s plastron patterns, “OHO MY GAHASH YOHOUR SOOHOH MEAN!!!”

“Mean?” The lime green eyed teenager repeated innocently, “I’m not mean~! I’m just asking you a couple questions.” 

“I-IHIHI CAHANT SNRT SNRT SNRT BREATHE!!” 

“That sounds like a yohou problem, but hey! That’s just me…” 

“OKAHAY!!!” The younger wheezed, happy tears pricking out of his eyes; awaiting to fall, “STOHOP! STOHOHAP!!” 

“Stopping stopping…” The elder teenager giggled, doing as he promised and stopping. He wrapped his younger counterpart in a hug, letting the shorter turtle snort and snicker in his shoulder once more, “You got this…okay?” He assured. 

“W-Whahat…? Whahat snrt snrt doohoo I snrt hahahave??” Leo questioned through his giddy laughs which Leon couldn’t help but huff fondly to, “The…Thehe leading thing, dude. You got it, okay? Just remember what I said and you’ll be fine.” 

“I dohon’t eheheven remember whahat yohou said toohoo beehee honest..” 

“I can tickle you again to help you remember—“

“N-NONOHO IHIHI’M GOOD!” Leo emphasized, hugging his middles and burying his head into Leon’s shoulder deeper. The elder just hugged him tighter, resting his cheek on the top of the younger’s head.

The two didn’t know a thing when it came to leading…

But they were going to try…they were going to try leading…

…Because that’s really all anyone could ask for…

Their best. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[ghostlee]

you know what? I will do it again.

while I know lmk is not entirely accurate to jttw, it crosses with the actual story enough to where I can say that…man, nezha really deserves tickles in an affectionate and happy way-

like the man is immediately born with his father thinking he’s a demon (though, in Li Jing’s defense, nezha was born as a flesh ball and already knew how to walk and talk), saves his friend from being eaten by a sea dragon, killed himself at 12 years old so that the sea dragon didn’t flood his town, got his temple of honor burned down by Li Jing for petty reasons, got revived from lotus roots…the list goes on, and essentially ends with this man never actually getting a happy ending-

anyways, he desperately needs to feel child-like joy again because this man has so much trauma packed into his little brain, and he just needs to laugh happily for once in his now-immortal life :(

YESSSS OMG HE ACTUALLY JUST GENUINELY NEEDS SOMEONE TO TICKLE THE HECC OUTTA HIMMMM.

This man fr has so much on his mind constantly and some tickles just to make him throw his head back and laugh away as he doesn’t give a single other care would be so good for him omg.

I could totally see a scene where Wukong feels kinda bad for stressing Nezha out with things and he goes to have a talk with the man and Nezha is a bit standoffish at first like “what could you possibly hope to achieve in talking to me about this now. Do you even know how much stress you brought upon me? We’re you hoping I’d forgive you for this all?” And Wukong can see some tears in Nezhas eyes as the lotus prince turns his head away. He’s angry but in all honesty probably wants to have a good friendship with Wukong.

Wukong reaches a hand out and carefully puts it on Nezhas shoulder, they have a long talk about it all and near the end of the serious conversation Wukong says something kinda dumb and hears Nezha laugh quietly at him and gets feigned offended as he looks at Nezha like “and what are you laughing at??” Wukong would ask him and Nezha would hold his hand up to his face and look away as he smiles. “Nothing.” Nezha says through a small smile.

Wukong would then jab Nezha in the side quick and say to him “here I’ll give you something to really laugh at.” And watch at the lotus prince jumps and quickly reaches down to his side with his hands to protect himself as he looks at Wukong with wide eyes.

He would be all like “don’t you dare Wukong.” And he can see the monkey kings tail start swishing back and fourth as he wiggles his fingers at Nezha.

Nezha quickly jumps up and goes to make a run for it. Wukong goes after him and is like “wow you are a lot faster then I remember.” But manages to catch up and pounce on Nezha. Que the scribbling his fingers into the man’s sides and hearing him let out a loud and uncontrollable scream of laughter as he starts struggling to get away. Wukong just poking and prodding and squeezing all over Nezhas sides before he flips him onto his back and pushes up his shirt and in one fluid go blows a big raspberry right down onto the middle of Nezhas tummy.

Nezha just absolutely convulses and yelps with laughter as he tries to push Wukongs head away all while laughing up a storm.

Oh that was so good for me ty for talking with me about it always feel free to come back so I can yap more about it 😤

[mikhaelchange]

This is the cutest thing Ive ever seen!

oh god here I go..

first teekl JELP I CANT SAY IT GFUCK... anyway ERMMM The sillies...

[gaybananabread]

OOH for tickletober can you do 30 with lee!MK and ler!Wukong? I LOVE THE BABIES IM WATCHING SEASON 5 RN

TickleTober Day 30 - Trick-or-Treat

~UGH I recently finished season 5 and- my heart?? AUGH! These babies have my entire soul; I’m more than happy to wreck them. I can’t decide if I like seeing Dadsy or Dad-Wukong more; expect some fics about those soon! Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy! Happy spooky season!~

Lee: Mk

Ler: Wukong

Summary: After learning that Wukong didn’t celebrate Halloween, Mk sets up a mock Trick-or-Treat route for his mentor to enjoy. However, it seems the king would prefer the tricky side of the holiday. After all, a good scheme and hearty laugh could be its own treat.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“I think I got it.” Wukong nodded as a pumpkin pail was shoved into his hands. He’d never participated in Halloween before; when Mk heard that, he wasted no time in teaching his mentor all about the traditions.

“Great! Remember, it’s Trick or Treat. I’ll be over there!” Mk smiled and jogged off to one of the little shacks he’d constructed, ready to give Wukong the full Trick-or-Treating experience.

“Right…” The monkey man chuckled as he watched the kid run off, shaking his head. His “mask” was a skeleton face on a piece of paper, but Mk had assured him that even the simplest costume counted. With a fond sigh, he approached the first “house.”

“Uh…trick or treat?” Wukong stood in front of the door of the crude shack, a bit impressed that he’d been able to make six of them in an hour.

“You have to knock!” Mk whisper-shouted from inside, the sound of fabric rustling meeting the monkey’s ears. What was he doing in there?

With three steady knocks, the Monkey King tried again. “Trick or treat!”

The thin wood door opened, revealing Mk…with a sheet over his head. There were two little holes cut out for eyes, though they were dreadfully lopsided. It took everything he had not to laugh at the endearing sight.

“Helloooooo!” Mk drew his “ooo” sounds out to sound ghostly, dropping a few pieces of candy – hair illusions, no doubt – into his pail. “Happy Halloweeeeen!”

“Thanks, kid,” the orange-furred monkey said affectionately, backing away from the shack. The moment he did, he heard more rustling, then saw his mentee high-tailing it to the next little place. He really was going all out, wasn’t he?

Wukong took slow strides over to the next little shack, giving Mk time to set up whatever silliness he was doing. That time when he knocked, the door was answered by a witch; well, it was Mk in a cheap witch mask and black robe, but the monkey had to compliment his quick-change skills.

“Eeyeee-he-he!” The kid did his best witch cackle, which had Wukong biting his lip to keep from laughing. It was so bad… “Here’s yer candy, ye scoundrel!” Again, more likely-hair candies, though that handful contained little green orbs. Very on-theme: he liked it.

The next few stops were similar scenarios, each of Mk’s appearances different than the last. He’d seen the boy as a sock-handed Frankenstein, a toilet paper mummy, and a vampire with a suspiciously similar cloak to the witch’s.

The last house, however, looked different than the rest; the door was a blanket, and the place looked smaller than the others.

“Uh…what happened here, bud?” Wukong stood back a foot or two, giving the kid any space he might need.

“I kinda ran out of wood when I made this one, so I got creative.” The monkey could hear his slightly nervous chuckle from behind the blanket, though there was a mischievous edge to it… “I’m ready for ya!”

Wukong shrugged and approached the little shack, knocking on the frame of the “door.” Instead of a festive Halloween character, however, he was met by Mk in one of Taang’s sweaters and corduroy pants. “Git offa my lawn!”

“Uh, bud? What’s this about?” The Monkey King chuckled as he took a few steps back, avoiding a swing from the old Mk’s cane – his staff, which he was putting to excellent use.

“Not everybody wants you darn Trick-or-Treaters in their yards. You’ll crush my petunias!” Mk lightly swung his staff, aiming for his mentor’s feet. Wukong dodged it, huffing amusedly. When he was a full five feet away from the shack, Mk went back inside.

Now, he knew there was probably some method to the kid’s madness, but he wasn’t in the mood to think too hard. The activity was called Trick-or-Treating. Since he wasn’t getting any treats, he’d have to play into the tricky side.

Carefully, he climbed onto the roof of the shack, taking special care to make sure it didn’t collapse under his weight. Then, he leaned over and knocked on the frame.

When Mk came out, already scolding him in the mock-old tone, Wukong’s tail wrapped around his waist, hoisting him into the air. The kid yelped, kicking and laughing already as he came face-to-face with his mentor.

“Monkie King! You were supposed to be at the door!” He squirmed as the king brought them back to solid ground. It was probably for the best that they moved; he really didn’t put enough effort into that last shack.

“That’s if you want treats,” Wukong grinned, using his tail to tug his mentee closer. “I was feeling tricky.”

Before Mk could ask what he was doing, he felt the king’s paw-claws kneading his sides. He squealed, falling into a bright giggle fit as Wukong began tickling him. “Mohohohonkie Kihihing! Th-thihis ihihihisn’t pahart of ihihihit!”

“Hey, traditions can change. Aren’t you all about progress and new beginnings?” He teased, watching the boy squirm and twist in his tail’s grip. It was a little difficult to hold the strong boy still, but he managed.

“Nohohot lihike thihihis!” Mk whined as he kicked his feet, pushing weakly at Wukong’s hands. He really wasn't trying to push him away; it just felt impossible to stay still.

“Not like this, huh? Then how about this?” The immortal smiled as he dug into the boy’s stomach, targeting his navel. As expected, he shrieked, the whiny giggles ramping up to bright belly laughter.

“GYAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Mk’s thrashing doubled as his worst spot was attacked, his arms starting to actively try and defend. He was strong; so strong that Wukong had to pull him in against his chest, trapping the boy in a tickle-hug.

“You were right, kid. I really do love this holiday.” Wukong’s ever-present shit-eating grin grew fond as he listened to his mentee laugh his head off. He was so rarely at ease anymore; seeing him completely carefree, hearing that crazy laughter, made Wukong’s heavy heart a little lighter.

“HAHAHALLOWEEN IHIS SCAHAHARY, NOHOT FUHUNNY!” Mk was still trying to argue the point of the holiday, still sane enough to form coherent sentences. He was slipping fast, but he still had to try.

“I feel like it can be both,” Wukong teased. “Plenty of haunted houses have actors that pop out, scare the pants off you, and then do stupid stuff to make you laugh off the adrenaline. Scary and funny.”

“SHUHUHUSH!” It was always so unfair when the Monkey King had good reasoning behind his silly arguments. He’d have to rewatch Monkie Cop to pick up that talent.

“When have I ever done that on command, kid?” The monkey snorted to himself, dragging a single finger up the kid’s spine to hear him squeal. “And here I thought you knew me…”

“Y-YOUHU CAHAN’T- NOHOT BOHOHOHOTH!” Mk was rapidly losing his ability to think as the orange-furred monkey teased both of his worst spots. That was just uncalled for, and incredibly unfair!

“Uh, yeah I can. Watch me,” Wukong sassed, taking the boy’s plea as a challenge because of course he did. One paw remained on Mk’s navel while the other snaked around to his back, scribbling up and down his spine.

Mk promptly lost it.

“NAHAHAHAHA! MOHOHONKIEHE KIHIHING!” Squirming and thrashing beneath the evil touches, Mk tried and failed to get away. The monkey really wasn’t tickling him that hard, but the sensitivity of the spots made it excruciatingly ticklish nonetheless.

The kid could only take so much of that relentless teasing. Within a minute of the intense tickles’ starting, he was tapping out, stomping his foot against the ground. “NOHOHO- GYAHAHAHA! NOHO MOHOHOHOHORE!”

Wukong quickly recognized the boy’s surrender, stopping his tickles in favor of soothing back and belly rubs. His tail remained around the kid’s middle, giving him a reassuring little squeeze every few seconds.

“You okay, kid? Didn’t go too far?”

“N-naha, you’re all goohohod…” Mk panted as he caught his breath, cheeks flushed and eyes wrinkled at the corners with a smile. He really did have fun, as cruel as the tickling method was.

“Good. Want any water?” Wukong was getting better with taking care of mortals, recognizing their needs and trying to meet them. “Big Blue was making some nice lemonade tea if you wanna grab some.”

“Really?” Mk’s eyes lit up at the mention of the Arnold Palmer. Sure, it was out of season, but he still loved the drink. “Yeah, let’s go!” He sprung up, taking off for the shop like nothing even happened.

“This kid, I swear…” Wukong shook his head and chuckled before summoning his cloud, zipping after his mentee. He was a goofy and unpredictable boy, and the monkey wouldn’t want him any other way.

“Race ya there, kid!”

[helleboretks]

Start with the Sides: Wukong's Demise

Yo yo yo wassup! If you haven't noticed already, me and @justalilgiddybibs decided to do a spur of the moment fic collab series because why the fuck not I guess XD-

I never actually expected for it to get to this point but I have absolutely no regrets!!! Xey're really fun to talk to and I highly suggest checking out the blog made by hem!

Getting right into it, this is a Lee!Wukong, Lers!MK and Nezha SFW Tickle fic! If this is not your forte, no need to read! This is also a part II to Hah! Got 'Em!!!

Summary: After yesterday's antics, MK is left with a slight ler mood. Wrecking the resident Third Lotus Prince again would be cruel- but what about teaching him how to wreck others?

MK was bored. Really bored.

Nothing had really stirred his usual boundless amounts of energy; Mei wasn’t here to play a good round or twenty of Monkey Mech, and Redson was home brooding and inventing like he always did, so MK didn’t have immediate company to keep him active. It was starting to build up on him, especially after yesterday’s sugar rush-like energy.

Speaking of yesterday, the entire event had left him itching to do it again, constantly tapping and wiggling his fingers. Funny how that happens, but he doesn’t really have anyone he can just unleash it on. And even with Nezha here, the guy had only just found out what tickling was, he wasn’t going to go that far. He needed some other way to release all this energy…

 Wait a minute.

“Pssst- Hey Nezha!” The Lotus Prince looked up from his bowl of noodles he was just finishing, attention caught.

“Yes? What is it?” MK smiled as Nezha responded, already feeling a deviousness in his grin. “So uh, I was thinking about yesterday, and-”

“MK, I swear to the Buddha above himself-“

“No no no, I’m not gonna tickle you again, don’t worry!” MK laughed, finding it silly the way Nezha relaxed after having tensed so quickly in embarrassment at the recollections of yesterday.

“Actually, I was thinking…” MK glanced over at his mentor, Wukong, who seemed thoroughly lost in thought while fiddling with the chopsticks Tang had idly handed him. He seemed as if the world was completely empty save for whatever thoughts were manifesting in his head.

“Monkey King was the one who started it, right? So, how about I teach you the art of tickling people, and we use him for example?” Nezha looked at MK skeptically for a moment, then over at Wukong. A rare smile formed on his face, and it was at times like these that he remembered that Nezha too, had a mischievous streak, spanning many centuries longer than MK’s.

“You’re sure he’ll be okay with that?” He asked, still slightly hesitant.

Macaque, who overheard the conversation (having six ears is really helpful for eavesdropping, huh?), leaned in and whispered into Nezha’s ear, ignoring for the time being the fact that the poor prince tensed up at it.

“I’m gonna be honest for once, princey, but he really enjoys it. It’s basically his way of saying that he trusts you a lot. He was probably hoping to be tickled in return yesterday, but was kinda let down when he realized you didn’t have a clue what the fuck it is. You didn’t hear it from me though, in case he asks.”

Nezha chuckled lightly at Macaque’s slyness, and MK took a moment to shuffle through every memory he had of tickling the daylights out of the Monkey King before all of this. Sure, he didn’t get to tickle him nearly as much as Wukong would to him, but knowing that bit of information now…

MK had never felt so honored before.

“Alright then. MK, how do I do this?” Nezha easily relented.

“One second.” MK said, getting off his stool and walking over to Wukong, who didn’t seem to have the slightest idea what was going on, given how spaced out he was. MK snuck up beside him and, with little hesitance, promptly picked him up from under the arms. Wukong shrieked in surprise.

“AAHHHH!! Holy shit Mk-what the fuck?!”

“You’ll see soon enough, Monkey King! Hey Nezha, follow me!” The Lotus Prince cleaned up his bowl and chopsticks, setting them aside and handing them off to Pigsy, who almost smiled. It’s always nice to see another person who appreciates home-cooked meals. After the run-in with Speedy Panda…ugh.

Nezha followed the sound of Wukong’s struggling, and found the two upstairs in MK’s apartment on the floor beside the bed. The young hero had Wukong’s arms pinned under his knees, and at this point he had stopped struggling and laid on the floor, mumbling something about his hands going numb. MK paid no attention to it. “Alrighty then, Nezha! Your first lesson in how to tickle people and get the best reactions commences now!”

“SAY WHAT NOW?!” Wukong’s eyes shot wide open at the statement.

“Oh, you’ll live, Monkey King! Besides, you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

“Sh-shut up, kid! Now you’re just lying!” Wukong whined. MK only giggled at the half-hearted denial from his mentor.

“Alright, alright, shut up now! LESSON ONE!!!” MK shouted dramatically over top Wukong’s whining. “You gotta know all the techniques and where someone’s super ticklish! So, word of advice, if you wanna find out if someone’s ticklish, always start with the sides!”

And then to demonstrate, MK immediately started pinching at Wukong’s sides, causing the poor Sage to yelp and flinch every which way away from the fingers, not like it helped given that Mk had him pinned down, but it was a…valiant effort. Sort of.

“The sides are like, the most commonly ticklish area for anybody and everybody, so it’s always a safe bet to start there first! Ya feel me?” Nezha snorted slightly at the choice of words, but nodded and resolutely ignored the giggled whining and complaining of one Great Sage Equal to Heaven.

“Cool, cool, cool-WUKONG QUITE MOVING YA LITTLE-” You can’t blame the Lotus Prince for jolting at the sudden raise in MK’s voice, although given how playful his tone was and the stupid grin on his face, he wasn’t taking any of this too seriously at all.

Meanwhile, Wukong himself was giggling up a storm, squirming like his immortal life depended on it as he kicked his feet and slapped his tail to the ground.

“Stohohop pihihinching me thehehen! Kihihihid!!” Wukong responded back.

“Nuh uh, I gotta teach Nezha about the techniques, man. Think of the techniques!!”

Oh yeah, now MK was doing this mostly to mess with him.

Not like Nezha’s complaining though…

“Okay! So you see how I’m pinching him, right?” MK asked, turning his head to Nezha and ever so confident that taking his eyes off Wukong won’t change a thing.

“Yes?” Nezha responded, scooting closer and watching the motions with rapt attention.

And no, he would not admit how that made his own cheeks flush, or how it made butterflies flutter in his stomach.

“Is there anything special about it, MK?”

“Oh why yes there is, my dear Nezha.” Said ‘Dear Nezha’ gave him a questioning look. “You sound like one of those preachers from another religion-”

“SsshHHHshhhh shush shush shush, and let me speak my gospel-” MK wheezed in amusement, letting up on his hasty pinches and giving Wukong reprieve.

“So, you gotta make sure that you don’t pinch too hard, yeah? If you do, it’ll just hurt, and that’s not fun for anyone. So! You’ll wanna make sure that it’s quick and light, not enough to hurt, but enough to be felt.” He explained, going as far as to give a slow demonstration to what he was explaining.

Wukong’s breath hitched repeatedly as he bit down stray chuckles, burying his face into his shoulder, probably to silently deny just how embarrassing this must be for him.

“Oooh, I see, I see.” Nezha added verbally with a smile, a hint of pride welling up at noticing Wukong shrinking in on himself more at that.

“Would you like to give it a try?”

Nezha glanced up at MK, and simply smiled.

As MK moved his hands away, Wukong immediately renewed his struggling. “AH AH AH-WAIT! NO, I didn’t agree to this, this is non consensual!! HELP ME!!!” Wukong practically screamed, causing both Nezha and Mk to laugh at his embarrassed misery.

“No one’s here to save you, Monkey King! Now just be a good monkey and sit there so I can teach Nezha the wondrous ways of tickling.” MK spoke with faux somberness in his tone, patting the monkey on the head as Wukong wriggled around.

Now, Here’s the thing.

Nezha is reflexively fast. He has to be, he always has been. It’s what comes with being a guard.

Implementing that into a more harmless pinching motion was honestly pretty easy.

He did not, however, account for Wukong’s reaction.

The monkey let out a shriek at Nezha’s quick jabbing, his feet dragging frantically against the floor as he jolted and yelped at every quick little jab.

“My goodness, Nezha you’re quick with that shit, this is amazing actually hold on-” MK commented, and Nezha honestly couldn’t help the little chuckle that escaped him if he wanted.

Because this was fun. Doing this quick little pinches up and down Wukong’s sides, watching him squirm like that so helplessly, giggling feverishly all throughout, it was funny to watch, and fun to do.

Yeah, he could absolutely see the appeal in it.

“Oh oh oh! Lemme show you something!” MK said, deciding not to stop Nezha from having his fun as he then went to skim his fingers along Wukong’s ribs, causing Wukong’s pitch to heighten and his laughter to grow louder.

“It’s funnier when you have more than one person involved in the tickling, but besides that, Wukong’s got some pretty sensitive ribs, so there’s this really funny game you can make out of it!” MK explained, catching Nezha’s attention as he started scritching all along Wukong’s ribs.

Wukong choked on a laugh, throwing his head back and shaking his head a few times as MK went on to explain and demonstrate. “So, we’re basically going to be ‘counting’ if he’s got all his ribs in place. Cause like, ya never know with this one right here-” The Monkie Kid said with a light roll of his eyes.

“Nezha, I’d humbly request you to tell me-how many ribs do we normally have?” MK asked, putting a dramatic tone into his voice that had Nezha scoffing. “Twenty four, MK. We have twenty four.” He answered dutifully.

“Well, are we sure that Wukong has all twenty four? I mean, for all we know, he could have lost some in all his battles or something! Oh, you poor, poor monkey, I’ll help you, don’t worry Monkey King!” MK wiped a fake tear just to emphasize, which only caused Wukong to hiccup with laughter.

“So I found one, y’know! And here’s two, and we got three over here-” Nezha himself flushed a great shade of red as he watched the way MK dug into Wukong’s ribs like no tomorrow, the theatrics he put up were almost as impressive as Macaque’s, because Wukong was really starting to laugh up a storm right now.

“NAHahAHaha! StAHAP- MK!! AHAHAHAHA, PLehEHEhease!” Wukong has already resorted to pleading, and they weren’t even ten minutes into this, barely even five.

Yeah, okay, MK was scarily good at this.

But also…Mei…

Nezha shivered to himself.

“Ooooh maaah gaaawd-Monkey King stop moving or else I can’t count all your ribs! It’s like you’re- AUDIBLE GASP!! ARE YOU HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME!?” MK yelled out, throwing his head back to give Wukong some serious side eye.

Wukong, for all he tried, shook his head hastily, his nose all scrunched up as his blush only deepened from what could practically be described as torture from his successor.

Maybe not actual torture, but it sure looked like it!

“I think you’re hiding something from me and I WILL GET IT!! AAAAAAAAAAH-” Now even Nezha couldn’t help but dissolve into laughter as Mk let out a battlecry- a battlecry of all things!- digging into Wukong’s ribs and making the monkey go ballistic with the ticklish sensation.

“KIHIHIHID!! FAHAHAHAHA- STAHA- STAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHAN’T-AAAAAHAHA-!” Wukong cried out desperately, and for a second, Nezha was worried that he really couldn’t take it.

But when he actually looked up at MK and Wukong, he took notice of something.

As much as MK was joking around beyond multiple extremes, he seemed to be..paying rapt attention to Wukong, as if there would be a sign of some sort that would tell him if… Wukong’s had enough.

‘Ah.’ Nezha thought. ‘They probably do have a sign.’

That attention to detail, that level of care despite this tomfoolery…it was sweet. He wouldn’t deny it. It was really sweet.

(No, he doesn’t want that kind of attention, though! I-it’s just a sweet thing to take note of, okay? He’s not- like, craving that or anything!)

“By the Gods, you might actually kill him.” Nezha couldn’t help but mutter, surprised and unsurprised that MK ended up hearing that despite Wukong’s frantically loud laughter.

“Oh my gods, can you kill an immortal by tickling? I mean like, you can die by it-”

“Excuse me?”

“But I never considered the possibility.”

MK finally slowed down his downright malicious ministrations, and Wukong practically choked on the air he greedily inhaled as he caught his breath. But now the boy was really thinking about it- like, hand to his chin in deep, otherworldly thought kind of thinking.

“Let’s not test that out now, MK. You’re teaching me, not trying to kill a god.” Nezha said with a light hearted chuckle.

“Yeheheah! Yeah-kid, plehehease no, don’t do thahat.” Wukong nodded fervently, clearly filled with nervousness as MK practically stared into his soul.

“...Nezha. I must bestow some very important information onto you.” MK muttered, clearly trying to make this sound very, very important and serious. And as much as Nezha would probably never be able to know if tickling could turn into that kind of serious, he at least knew that it perhaps was important.

So, for fun’s sake, he played along.

“Yes, MK? Whatever piece of information will you bestow upon me that requires such an important incline in your tone?” MK almost broke character, taking a minute not to laugh at the longer than necessary sentence.

“There are certain places on the body that are very sensitive, Nezha. Of course, that’s a given, the nerves in our bodies do flippity things to cause stimuli because biology says so.” MK says with a dismissive hand wave.

“But there are some parts of the body that are so sensitive that it’s actually a little concerning.” Nezha noticed from his peripheral the way Wukong practically froze with tension, coming to a conclusion very rapidly.

“Kid! Hey, nO! None of that!” Wukong complained, but Mk just playfully shoved his forehead and continued talking all business-like.

Nezha struggled so hard to take this seriously, but he nodded along just fine.

“These particular spots are what we like to call, Death Spots.” MK finally said, jolting a little as Wukong struggled underneath him. “MK! MK SHUT UP RIGHT NOW-!!”

“HUSH, MONKEY KING, I’M MAKING HISTORY HERE!!! LET ME WORK MY MAGIC!” MK shouted right back, before quickly jabbing Wukong in the hips, the sage letting out a stray squeal that quite frankly made Nezha himself chuckle a little bit.

“Now, let me tell you about Monkey King’s Death Spots-”

And let Nezha tell you the way MK yelped as he got kneed in the damn back.

Nezha himself jolted backwards as MK whipped his head over to Wukong in alarm, who had an expression that very clearly read ‘oh shit’ all over it.

There was a long, suffering silence.

“You did not just hit me.”

“MK- kid-”

“Monkey King. Wukong. Great Sage Equal to goddamn Heaven, tell me you did not just hit me.”

Nezha slid away. Just a bit. You know. To save himself.

“Kid please I’m sorry-”

“Lesson two, Nezha. Lesson two.” The Lotus Prince almost flinched himself at the maniacal grin on MK’s face. “And this one is specifically tailored to god damn, motherfuckin’ Wukong.”

“MK have mercy on me please-”

“If this bitch deserves it, show no fucking mercy.”

And then MK proceeded to strike two places at once.

Wukong let out the loudest damn scream that Nezha has ever heard-and probably will ever hear-out of his mouth in centuries as MK started nibbling away at his neck, and scribbling into his belly remorselessly.

Nezha himself yelped, face turning pink in pure second hand in embarrassment as Wukong screamed and shrieked and laughed like his life depended on it. The monkey thrashed, writhed and squirmed as much as he could, but MK held steadfast, nibbling and ‘nom nom nomming’ away at his neck and scribbling ceaselessly against his belly, on every goddamn side.

“KAHAHAHAHA- PLE- NAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHA- AAAAAAAAH!! FAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA-!” Wukong couldn’t make one lick of a sentence from all that attention, and it seemed to be driving him up the goddamn wall.

At some point, he was able to free one hand.

That, however, proved to be a mistake.

MK showed no mercy and began drilling into the underarm of his free hand, the sage knocking his head against the ground with just how fast he had flung it back. His legs were kicking furiously, his tail slapping on the ground with a quick thump thump thump like it didn’t know what else to do. And based on how much he was holding back the power he definitely had to throw off his mentee, both of them were clearly having fun.

And Nezha sat there, hands over his face yet peeking through the fingers to watch this… spectacle.

MK, to make matters worse, had the most deadpan expression he could muster, channeling the pure energy of ‘boredom’ into his act like this was another normal Tuesday afternoon.

Oh gods, that was just horrifying.

Horrifyingly funny, yeah, but horrifying nonetheless.

Wukong laughed and laughed until he started hiccuping, and then laughed even more. He barely even seemed to be getting any air, and even if he was immortal and technically didn’t need air, that flush of exertion was telling a whole different story and he seemed beside himself with a heavy case of mush brain.

The butterflies in Nezha’s stomach flapped tenfold and he involuntarily scrunched in on himself, watching with so much attention he very faintly recognizes he should probably not have. But he couldn’t help it! It was in his face, it was in his ears and it was in the way his shoulders hunched up, subconsciously protecting his own neck in the way Wukong most certainly couldn’t copy.

He doesn’t know how long that absolute torture must have gone on for, he doesn’t even know why MK has such freakishly insane lung capacity for this (he’d know from experience that the kid probably wouldn’t have stopped last time if Pigsy hadn’t told him to cut it out.), but finally at some point, Wukong’s laughter had gone on so long that he’d grown hoarse, and he tapped MK’s shoulder three times- like a sign.

MK let up- so that was the stop signal- and eased off Wukong as the poor monkey gasped for relief. Wukong curled in on himself once MK had rolled off of him, giggling nonsensically to himself as he seemed entirely out of this plane of existence alone.

So…Death Spots were really that bad, huh?

Oh Buddha, someone save him.

“See? Sometimes you just gotta show no mercy and give him shit for it.” MK shrugged with a grin, as if he hadn’t actually almost killed the Great Sage himself, via tickling.

Nezha stared in shock-and mild mortification-at this kid.

That… he didn’t even want to know how that must have felt.

“...fuck.” Was all Nezha could mutter.

“...fuck-” MK repeated, cutting himself off to let out a loud wheeze, laughing to himself as he sidled up next to Wukong.

“Monkey King, are you dead? Did you die? Did you lose your immortality-why are your pupils so big???” MK laughed even harder as Nezha took note that yes, Wukong’s pupils did in fact dilate hard.

“Wukong?” Nezha called out, holding in a laugh at how absolutely unresponsive the other was.

But his tail was wagging, so he’ll take that as a good sign.

“Told you he’d enjoy it-”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!”

MK and Nezha screamed in surprise at the new arrival, and Macaque, who had just entered the room, was smiling in amusement at Wukong like he personally won the lottery.

Now that he had the brain to control his body again, the ghost tickles that hadn’t yet registered now had started coming in, Wukong squirmed quite a bit, clearly still a bit tuckered out. MK patted his mentor on the head, and gently rubbed off the remaining phantom sensations. “Too far?” He asked.

“Wuh- Nah, y-you’re good, kihid.” Wukong assured him.

Nezha held back a squeal at how adorable Wukong looked after the heavy bout of ticklish fever- Because no he was not going to squeal at adorable monkey business he has not sunk that low yet- and then he turned to MK. “So, is everyone that ticklish?”

“Not everyone in the world per se, but if you’re thinking of everyone here? Yeah, I’d say pretty close.”

“I see…”

“So yeah, if you ever want to at least try getting revenge on Mei-”

Oh, oh yeah no, he knows a losing battle when he sees one.

MK, on the other hand…

“No, I’ve got a better idea.” 

Without further warning, He leapt clear over Wukong and instantly pinned MK to the cushiony mattress beside the monkey. “I would like to remind you of what you did to me yesterday- Don’t think you’re getting away scot-free just because you showed me how to destroy that little shit.”

“W-wahait, Nezha-” MK looked around for a means of escape, then called out to Wukong who, despite being absolutely demolished not even a minute ago, seemed to get back some coherence.

“Monkey King! Mohonkey King help me!” Nezha glanced over at Wukong to see what he would do, given his student was pretty much in danger. Wukong, of course, didn't seem to give a rat's ass about MK in that moment.

He proceeded to roll right off the bed, hitting the ground with a “Just like he said, Nezha. Start with the sides.”

Sometimes, Nezha forgets how petty that monkey can be.

Then again, he's not really complaining.

[phobiaoftickles]

Lego Monkie Kid tickle Headcanons

Dk if I should make a part 2🫣

Sun Wukong:

-My guy as a lee is really fucking cute

-He squeals and covers himself up and tries to fight back, but he can’t because he’s too freaking ticklish for that

-MK was the first to find out he was ticklish, obviously, I mean he’s his mentor. And MK is a mega ler

-You’d think Macaque would be the first since they are inseparable, but he’s not into that type of stuff so he never tickled him.

-I’d like to think that Monkie King would be some what into tickles, like he’ll have on and off lee moods.

-His lee moods varies with other people, is what I mean.

-Like, He ALWAYS wanted his former bud, Macaque, to tickle him.

-Only bc he thinks he’s cute, and that plus him being a huge ler to Sun Wukong? Kill him now.

-So he’d try his best to subtly hint to him, with laying across his lap, stomach out.

-Or, he’d be super annoying to the Mystic Monkie.

-But it never quite worked, so he eventually gave up.

-And he doesn’t have lee moods towards other people, like, MK, or Mei, or his old friends, or Tang.

-But once he really can’t stand his moods bc his bud won’t help him, he’ll resort to MK, knowing he’ll help.

-And no, he doesn’t ask for them, that’s silly, he would never.

-He’d do all the things he’d do to Macaque.

-It would work of course.

-His death spot is his stomach.

-Also off topic, I really like the idea that they gave him a dad bod in the last episode. He’s too cute.

-Quote: “Geez, Yohohouou’re pretty gohohohod at this, bud, nohihot as gohohood as me though- AHAHA!! NONONO WAIT AHAHAHHAA”

-Lee 20% Ler 80%

-Now, he’s VICIOUS when he’s in a ler mood, which is like, all the time.

-He’d get ler moods only to Macaque and MK, and if they aren’t there he had to resort to his monkies.

-But it’s never the same :(

-He tickled the Mystic Monkie when they were friends back in the day, but he stopped because he didn’t want to make his friend uncomfortable with him.

-So he had this ler mood growing on him.

-He was gonna resort to Ne Zha, but he didn’t seem ticklish and if he was, he looked like he could kill him in one quick swoop.

-With MK, Monkie King would hold him down and tickle the shit out of him, until he passes out, which is very rare… maybe.

-Quote: “Damn, you’re really ticklish here, huh, bud~? What about your ears? I mean it’s literally in your name.”

MK:

-MK is the biggest lee, and he doesn’t mind, he kinda likes getting tickled, and everyone knows that, but he doesn’t

-He thought he was in the clear, and kept the secret with him, but as soon as anyone tickled him, he wouldn’t move, plead, tell them to stop, or push their hands away, he’d just wriggle and laugh.

-Super ticklish may I remind you.

-He’ll flinch with the slightest touch.

-Really loves Mei tickling him the most, only beacuse she’s soft with her touches, and can tell when the monkie kid would want rough tickles instead.

-Gets tickled by Sun Wukong when he’s in a ler mood and Macaque isn’t there.

-Mk didn’t know how evil the monkie king was with his tickles

-Kinda likes the ler side of him in his defense.

-Pigsy was the first to tickle him beacuse he was the first to take him in when he was at his lowest.

-It was by shear accident tho, he accidentally scraped his side trying to get something, and the kid flinched, then the pig had this evil glare and started tickling him.

-Tang tickles him too, just not as much as everyone else, just quick squeezes and pokes

-Because unlike everyone else, he’s bad at reading signals and thinks MK hates it.

-His death spot is His ribs, ofc, get him there and he’ll really beg you to stop.

-Passed out mulitple times bc of it.

-So people would steer clear of that area, unless MK has been a real pain in the ass and needs a punishment

-Quote- “Hahhaahahaha, it tickles!!!”

-Yeah, basically, that’s it.

-Lee 50% Ler 50%

-Him as a ler, PUH-LEASE

-He’s a huge maenace, absolutely destroying his target, which is usually Sun Wukong, Tang, and Red Son.

-He’ll wreck your worst spots, then tickle your least worst spots to soothe and calm you down.

-Sun Wukong, Tang, and Redson, is a fighter so he’ll have to pin them down using one of his morphs and tickle the shit out of them.

-Yeah, don’t get on his bad side when he’s in a ler mood.

-He will not stop when you ask, bc he’s a dick. Anywhoo…

-He’ll give you the BEST after care though, feeling sorry he put you through hell (even though he knows you liked it).

-After care includes: Slight back scratches, cuddles, head scratches, kisses, more cuddles, a massage, some water, and/or, he’ll put on a good movie while you fall asleep in his arms, which that person is Redson.

-Quote: “Put your hand in the monkey cage, expect to get bit, son!”

-YES I HAD TO ADD HIS SIGNATURE QUOTE HERE🤭

Macaque:

-Omgggggg!!! THIS BOI IS SO FUCKING TICKLISH!!!

-I’m not bias… but I absolutely love the headcanon that strong and dark men are extremely ticklish, and that’s what I’m going for.

-ABSOLUTELY HATES BEING TICKLED, CAN’T FUCKING STAND IT ONE BIT!!!

-And SWK loves to torture him with it, until he eventually stopped, considering he found out that the six-eared Macaque didn’t love the affection.

-Boy was Macaque glad his bf stopped tickling him, he’s way more ticklish than SWK so that did not help his case AT. ALL.

-When they split up, Macaque never gotten tickled, not even when they reunited, which Macaque loves.

-Until he gets on the monkie king’s nerves, and wrecks the mystic Monkey.

-Not to mention the idea of tickling in general makes him uncomfortable, so he never tickled SWK before.

-Though, when he and his friends were still hanging out, they all tagged teamed him since he was the most ticklish one out of them all.

-And he didn’t talk to them for a month, quite literally, it would’ve been longer if he didn’t want a dang peach that badly, having to ask SWK for one.

-If he does get tickled, he can’t just escape with his portal thing, bc it doesn’t work when he can’t concentrate, and the fact he hates being tickled, and trying not to laugh, isn’t helping (My own hc)

-His death spot is his ears. IT’S LITERALLY IN HIS NAME!!!!

-Quote: “GUYS GUYS!! FUCKING STOP, I’M SERIOUS!!! SUN WUKONG IS BAD ENOUGH, LET ALONE ALL OF YOU!!!”

-Lee:20% Ler:0%

-I don’t have anything to put on his ler side, because he doesn’t like tickling people, soooooo

-He’ll only tickle someone as a form of revenge if they actually do damage on him when he gets tickled

-Like pissing him self, or passing out, he’ll get you, and get you good.

-Quote: “You got yourself in this damn mess, Peaches, and you can’t even get yourself out?“

Redson:

-So, Lee him, am I right?

-Hates being tickled so fucking much!!!

-I kid you not

-The shear amount of times he thrashes and nearly kicks someone is insane

-So MK has to make sure to pin him, and pin him good.

-He gets tickled alot growing up by his mother.

-His father doesn’t do any tickling, since he’s this big buff man, but sometimes it brings back memories of him and his friends tickling the shit out of Macaque and sometimes SWK, and does he miss those days?

-So he can’t help himself, but join in am I right?

-AND REDSON BETTER INITIATE HIS POWERS WHEN HE FINDS OUT HIS FATHER IS GONNA JOIN IN!!!

-When he gets tickled by MK, MK makes sure to give him the best after care, considering he hates being tickled.

-So everytime he does, he always looks forward to the ending.

-This man has two equally death spots, his feet and hands, I mean, the thing where people walk on hot coal with out their shoes and socks, and the fact he has fire coming out of his hands, just makes sense to me

-Quote: “GET AWAY FROM ME!!! I’LL BURN YOU!! I SWEAR I WILL!! LAY ONE FINGER ON ME AND YOUR DEAD!!! AHHHHHHH NO NO! STOP-“

-Lee: 70% Ler:30%

-So, yeah, HE IS INSANLEY GOOD AT GETTING HIS REVENGE

-And when he’s not getting his revenge, but just tickling you bc he wants to *cough cough* MK *cough cough*He’ll go easy on you.

-He knows MK enjoys being tickled, so he makes sure to tease him with that knowledge

-And the Monkie Kid, being the monkie kid, denies the fact he enjoys it, when it’s so painfully obvious

-And Redson just goes along with it, until he wants to tease him again

-All and all, such a good ler, and will only tickle you just to tickle you if you’re MK, and if you ask him to tickle you, expect a chortled laugh and a “You wish”

-Quote: “Give up yet, Noodle boy? Or are you enjoying yourself, a lil too much?~”

[crosspunzel]

Oooh can you tell what your familial crossovers are? That sounds so sweet!

Of course anon!

-lucythan/Jonacy (Jonathan and lucy wilde) [siblings]

-HiroMei/Meiro (Hiro hamada and Meilin Lee) [cousins]

-Metalake (Metal sonic and obake/Bob Aken) [father and son]

-chaosake (Chaos sonic and obake/Bob Aken) [Father and son]

-Metal sonic/chaos sonic and all obake children [siblings]

-Felony carl, Mr sparkles and big Jack horner [parents and son]

-Vangogo (Vanellope von schweetz and gogo tomago) [Sisters]

-Vanarian/Varellope/Varianellope (Vanellope von schweetz and Varian) [Siblings]

-varianogo/gogorian (gogo tomago and Varian) [Siblings]

-Jameszilla (Frederick Flamarion Frederickson IV and James Team rocket) [Brothers]

-Vanellope, gogo, varian and the once-ler [Father and children]

-Stewie griffin and Maggie Simpson [siblings]

-Felix,wonka and the Onceler [parents and son]

-Sun Wukong/Monkey King and son goku [Dad and son]

-Pigsy and Oolong [Dad and son]

-Oolong and MK [Adoptive siblings]

-Kobeni Higashiyama, Peppino spaghetti and Pomni [Father, daughter and couple (peppino and pomni)]

-Bulma briefs and Tony stark [father and daughter]

-Eduardo Pérez, Antonio Pérez and human scootaloo [father and siblings]

-Jean Descole/Desmond sycamore, dru gru and anya forger [Daughter and fathers]

In general they are:"now they are father and son, or they are siblings hehe" something basic jsjsjs

[jupitersmoonsstuff]

Hello!!! I stumbled across your pinned and saw you’d be open to doing requests? You totally don’t have to do this, but maybe something for Lego Monkie Kid with shadowpeach and Mk?

Like I imagine it that Mk is tickling Wukong, but Wukong tells him Macaque is ticklish also just to make him stop, and then Mk wrecks Macaque lmao.

If not totally don’t worry about it! Have a great day/night! I love your work so much!

THIS IS SO CUTE FHODKHODGGDIGDK

Thank you so much for the request!

I sprinkled in some Wukong ganging up with Mk in here 💅❤✨💁

Lee(s): Wukong, Macaque, Mk mentioned

Ler(s): Mk, Wukong

Mk's dialogue will be in red

Wukong's dialogue will be in orange

Macaque's dialogue will be in purple

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The 3 monkey boys were chilling inside of Wukong's little hut on flower fruit moutain. Playing video games, watching movies and bonding with one another. They all desided it was a good idea to take a break from training and just have a fun night to themselves

However whatever was happening in front of Macaque, was something he wasn't sure weither or not counts as 'bonding'

The events that occured before was Mk concentrating on the video game in front of him, fighting the final boss. When Wukong would taze Mk's ribs to make him lose

Basically Wukong being the annoying little shit he was

Well Mk got fed up with Wu's antics and manged to get the upper hand on his mentor and pinned him on his stomach and tickled his ribs

Macaque watched the two dorks in awe. Wukong's blissful laugher filled the room with pleas of mercy leaving his mouth. Macaque watched his old friend be tickled to peices, just like what they did when they were children

Wukong noticed the smile on Macaque's face and thought that mac was laughing at him. Wu needed to think quick of how to get out of this situation

"HEHEHEHY KIHIHIID MAC'S TIHIHIHCKLISH!" Wukong cried out in an attempt to get his successor off of him

Mk stopped in his tracks and looked over at Macaque with a shocked expression on his face. Macaque's eyes slowly began to grow more and more wide with slight fear. He hadn't been tickled in years, and he couldn't exectly remember how ticklish he even was

Mk's smile grew into a smirk and made his way off of Wukong, allowing the light-furred monkey to get up

"wait, Wait, WAIT!!!" Macaque screeched as he jumped higher on the couch, one of Wu's little monkey friends flew off of Mac's head as he quickly stood up

Wukong and Mk chased Macaque for a good 3 minutes, jumping through each of Mac's portals in an attempt to follow and catch him.

Fortunately, Wu saw a chance and took it and used his tail to trip Macaque's foot. Causing him to fall over

Wukong quickly pinned Macaque's arms above him which allowed Mk to scribble all over his ribs

While it wasn't often Mk was a ler, when he did, he was absolutly merciless and didn't let his lee go easily

Macaques cheeks began to puff up. There was no way he was going to let those two fools win. He was determined not to laugh

"C'mon monkey king help me out here!" Mk shouted over to Wukong, realizing that the rib tickles alone weren't doing anything

Wukond scaned the situation around him. Trying to figure out a way to tickle Macaque without having to let go of his pinned arms

Then he remembered Mac's most ticklish spot

Macaque prayed and hoped that the two would get bored the longer Mac held in his laughter. Just as he thought he waa about to be home free, Wukong had other plans

Wukong kept one of his hands held onto Macaque's pinned wrist, then brought his hand up to Mac's ear and fluttered a finger behind one of his six ears

Which was Macaque's most ticklish spot

All of the laughter Macaque was holing in came out as Wu continued to wigglie Macaque's ears. Mk now moved down to Mac's sides

"I forgot how ticklish your ears were" Wukong teased "How adorable!"

Macaque's cheeks began to glow bright red at the word 'adorable'

"Shuhuht uhuhp you bastard!" Macaque said, trying to sound intimidating. However that was kinda difficult to do while being tickled to a giggly mess

Wukong noticed Mac begin to lightly kick when Mk moved down to tickle Macaque's sides

"Alright bud you might wanna get off of him before he kicks you in the face" Wukong suggested to his successor

Mk streched as he climbed off of Macaque. "That was fun! We should do that again sometime!" Mk cheered as he stood proudly above Macaque

"YOU'RE GONNA GET IT YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!" Macaque shouted as he jumped to his feet and began to chase Mk around. Mk began to shriek as he ran for his life

Wukong stood there and looked at his two buds and smiled. He was happy to have Macaque back in his life

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Sorry this took a little while to write. I was focusing on school stuff and my grades are finally decent now but i hope you enjoyed the fic! I had a lot of fun writing it!

Reminder that my requests for both tickle and non-tickle fics are open! Feel free to send some in (please read my request rules first!)

[lyra-demon]

Monkie Kid ~ 1

De: ~Mika~XD

Escritor(a) do wattpad, suas histórias estão em espanhol, com vários ótimos livros.

Possuo sua permissão para traduzir suas obras.

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Cap: 1. Soneca

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Notas da aoutora original:

Adorei essa série e ela me deu algumas ideias, então aqui estarão elas ^__^

~Espero que gostem~

Obs: Não sei se alguém vai ler isso, mas se isso acontecer:

¡Seja bem vindo! :3

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MK tem períodos de insônia desde criança. Pode estar tudo bem por um tempo, dormindo o quanto é nescessario durante as noites e uma noite, sem nenhuma razão aparente, ele não consegue mais dormir. É estranho e irritante mais não raro, então ele não pode fazer muito contra isso, ele só pode aguentar todo o possível até desmaiar ou algo assim. Faz suas entragas, treina com seus ídolo, sai um pouco com sua melho amiga, lida com qualquer problema que surge durante o dia e depois vai para seu quarto, onde desenha tudo o que pode depois de duas horas de caminhada, sentindo o esgotamento do dia más sem conseguir dormir. Isso acontece durante alguns dias, quando ele chega ao limite no meio do treinamento, tropeçando nos proprios pés e deixando cair seu bastão no processo, sendo o rabo de seu mestre em sua cintura a unica coisa que o impeça de beijar o chão.

-Está bem, garoto?- Sun Wukong ergueu uma sobrancelha, preocupado, abaixando lentamente seu estudante más sem solta-lo, notando como o menor estava cambaleando. Ele sabia que o garoto estava cansado, era difícil não notar as olheiras profundas sob seus olhos e o quão lento ele parecia se mover, mas ele decidiu esperar, mantendo algo simples e sem esforço para o treinamento do dia. Que bom que tinha feito isso.

-He?- Mk sópode piscar lentamente, sentindo as palpebras pesadas e o cansaço dos ultimos dias inundando-o de repente.

-Monkey...king?- sabía que estava na casa de seu professor e que estava na frete dele mas sua visão estava embaçada e sua mente turva, então ele simplesmente fechou os olhos, sentindo como caia e submergiu na escuridão.

-¡Ei!-ele gritou, avançando para que o garoto podesse se apoiar nele ao perceber como epe se inclinava para frente com os olhos fechados. Ele estava segurando-o sem muita dificuldade, envolvendo-o com os braços e sentindo como a cabeça do outro repousa em seu ombro, sem sequer fazer esforço para se levantar sozinho. -Criança, ¿o que...?- ele fecha a boca ao ouvir um suspiro, seguido de um ronco suave, sentindo como o menino parece simplesmente se acomodar apesar de quão desconfortável deve ser a posição em que está. Sun Wukong soltou um longo suspiro de resignação, invocando sua nuvem e deixando-se cair de costas nela, acomodando-se com seu aluno adormecido nos braços, deixando-o descansar em seu peito, e fechando os olhos, uma de suas mãos acariciando o cabelo do aluno sem nem sequer se dar conta. Sempre é uma boa hora para tirar uma soneca.

[tickletails]

Heyyy mind anon here and *sigh* i have been thinking about Lee!Macaque and Ler!Monkey king for so long- like- i bet anytime in the past when Mac laughed Wukongs heart just exploded

HIII I get u so bad mind anon I love their relationship. I really need to draw them again soon 🥲🥲

[arteriaemchamas]

jpo 2

CAPÍTULO 18: EM ZHU ZI GUO, TANG SANZANG DISCUTE SOBRE VIDAS PASSADAS; SUN WUKONG APLICA SUA SABEDORIA ADQUIRIDA.

Obem verdadeiro recolhe todas as conexões; a fama se espalha pelos quatro continentes. A sabedoria e a luz conduzem à outra margem, enquanto o vento suave e as nuvens se formam no horizonte. Todos os Budas se reúnem, habitando para sempre na torre de jade por incontáveis outonos. Despedaçando o sonho efêmero dos humanos, com serenidade, limpam as impurezas mundanas, sem despertar preocupação.

Voltando à história, depois que o mestre e seus discípulos lavaram as imundícies nos becos, seguiram pelo caminho da tranquilidade. O tempo passava rapidamente, e novamente se encontravam no calor do verão. De fato:

As romãs do mar abrem suas esplêndidas flores, as folhas de lótus desabrocham seus verdes pratos. Em ambas as estradas, os salgueiros verdes escondem as andorinhas jovens, os viajantes evitam o calor, abanando-se com leques de seda.

Continuando seu caminho, de repente avistaram uma cidade ao longe. Tang Sanzang segurou as rédeas do cavalo e perguntou: "Discípulos, vejam, que lugar é aquele?" Sun Wukong respondeu: "Mestre, como você não sabe ler? Como conseguiu o decreto do Imperador Tang para sair da corte?" Tang Sanzang disse: "Desde jovem sou monge, e conheço todos os textos e escrituras. Como pode dizer que não sei ler?" Sun Wukong respondeu: "Se sabe ler, então como não reconhece as três grandes palavras escritas na bandeira amarela sobre os muros da cidade, e pergunta que lugar é esse?" Tang Sanzang repreendeu: "Seu macaco atrevido! A bandeira está sendo balançada pelo vento, mesmo que haja palavras, não dá para ver claramente." Sun Wukong disse: "Mas eu vi claramente." Zhu Bajie e Sha Wujing disseram: "Mestre, não dê ouvidos ao nosso irmão. De tão longe, nem mesmo a cidade está nítida, como ele poderia ver alguma inscrição?" Sun Wukong respondeu: "Não são as palavras 'Zhu Zi Guo'?" Tang Sanzang disse: "Zhu Zi Guo deve ser um reino ocidental, precisamos trocar os documentos de passagem." Sun Wukong disse: "Não há necessidade de discutir mais."

Pouco tempo depois, chegaram aos portões da cidade, desmontaram, atravessaram uma ponte e entraram pelas três camadas de portões. Era realmente uma capital imperial magnífica. Apenas observem:

As torres dos portões se erguem altas, com ameias alinhadas em fila. Em torno delas, água corrente flui livremente, enquanto montanhas se enfrentam ao norte e ao sul. Seis ruas e três mercados estão cheios de mercadorias, mil casas e dez mil lares prósperos. É realmente uma cidade imperial, uma capital grandiosa de um reino celestial. Mercadorias de terras distantes chegam, tributos de jade e seda enchem os armazéns. A paisagem se estende até montanhas distantes, os muros do palácio tocam o céu limpo. Três barreiras guardam suas chaves, desfrutando de paz e prosperidade por eras.

Enquanto o mestre e seus discípulos caminhavam pelas grandes ruas e mercados, viam pessoas dignas, bem vestidas e falando claramente, sem ser inferior ao mundo da Dinastia Tang. Mas, de repente, os comerciantes dos dois lados, ao verem Zhu Bajie com sua aparência grotesca, Sha Wujing com seu rosto negro e corpo alto, e Sun Wukong com seu rosto peludo e sobrancelhas protuberantes, largaram seus negócios e correram para olhar. Tang Sanzang apenas dizia: "Não causem problemas, baixem a cabeça e andem." Zhu Bajie obedeceu, enfiando seu focinho de lótus no manto; Sha Wujing não ousava levantar os olhos; apenas Sun Wukong olhava ao redor, seguindo de perto Tang Sanzang. Algumas pessoas mais informadas deram uma olhada e se afastaram, mas os desocupados e as crianças travessas riam e faziam barulho, jogando pedras e tijolos em Zhu Bajie para brincar. Tang Sanzang suava de nervosismo, apenas repetindo: "Não causem problemas." O tolo de Zhu Bajie não ousava levantar a cabeça.

Pouco tempo depois, ao virar uma esquina, avistaram um portal com as palavras "Hui Tong Guan" escritas. Tang Sanzang disse: "Discípulos, vamos entrar nesse escritório." Sun Wukong perguntou: "Entrar para quê?" Tang Sanzang respondeu: "O Hui Tong Guan é o local de encontros e comunicações de todo o mundo. Podemos usá-lo. Vamos descansar lá dentro, enquanto eu vou ver o rei, troco os documentos de passagem e depois saímos da cidade." Zhu Bajie, ao ouvir isso, tirou seu focinho, assustando dezenas de pessoas que os seguiam. Ele disse: "O mestre está certo, vamos nos esconder lá dentro para evitar que essa multidão continue a nos importunar." Assim, entraram no escritório, e a multidão começou a se dispersar.

No entanto, dentro do escritório havia dois altos funcionários, um principal e outro adjunto, que estavam no salão verificando os servos, preparando-se para receber um oficial. De repente, viram Tang Sanzang chegar, ficaram alarmados e perguntaram: "Quem é você? Para onde está indo?" Tang Sanzang juntou as mãos em reverência e respondeu: "Este pobre monge é um enviado da Dinastia Tang do Oriente, a caminho do Oeste para buscar as escrituras. Chegamos ao seu reino e não ousamos passar sem permissão. Temos documentos de passagem que precisam ser validados, e gostaríamos de descansar temporariamente neste alto escritório." Ao ouvir isso, os dois funcionários dispensaram os servos e, ajustando seus chapéus e cintos, desceram do salão para cumprimentar Tang Sanzang. Eles imediatamente ordenaram que preparassem um quarto para hóspedes, providenciando uma refeição simples e limpa. Tang Sanzang agradeceu. Os dois oficiais, então, saíram do salão levando seus servos. Os criados convidaram o mestre a descansar no quarto de hóspedes, e Tang Sanzang entrou. Sun Wukong, insatisfeito, disse: "Esses caras são preguiçosos, por que não deixaram o velho Sun ficar no salão principal?" Tang Sanzang respondeu: "Aqui eles não estão sob a jurisdição da nossa Dinastia Tang, e nosso reino não está aliado a este. Além disso, frequentemente há superiores e viajantes passando, então não seria apropriado nos receber aqui." Sun Wukong respondeu: "Se é assim, eu insisto que nos recebam aqui."

Enquanto falavam, um criado trouxe a refeição, que consistia em uma tigela de arroz branco, uma tigela de farinha branca, dois punhados de vegetais verdes, quatro pedaços de tofu, dois bolinhos de massa, uma tigela de brotos secos e uma tigela de orelhas-de-madeira. Tang Sanzang ordenou que seus discípulos pegassem a refeição e agradecessem ao criado. O criado disse: "No quarto ocidental, há um fogão limpo e madeira disponível, sintam-se à vontade para preparar a comida." Tang Sanzang perguntou: "Deixe-me perguntar: o rei está no palácio?" O criado respondeu: "Nosso venerável rei não tem comparecido às audiências há muito tempo. Hoje, por ser um dia auspicioso, ele está reunido com muitos ministros para discutir a publicação de um edital. Se você precisar trocar os documentos de passagem, vá agora, ainda dá tempo; amanhã já não será possível, e não sabemos quanto tempo terá que esperar." Tang Sanzang disse: "Wukong, vocês preparem a refeição vegetariana aqui, enquanto eu vou rapidamente validar os documentos de passagem e voltarei para comer e continuarmos nossa jornada." Zhu Bajie rapidamente tirou a túnica com os documentos de passagem. Tang Sanzang ajeitou suas vestes e entrou no palácio, instruindo apenas que seus discípulos não saíssem para causar problemas.

Em pouco tempo, Tang Sanzang já havia chegado em frente ao Pavilhão das Cinco Fênix. Não há como descrever a grandiosidade dos salões, a magnificência dos pavilhões e a beleza da arquitetura. Ao chegar do lado de fora da Porta Principal, pediu a um oficial que transmitisse sua mensagem ao rei, informando que desejava trocar os documentos de passagem. O oficial foi até os degraus de jade e comunicou: "Há um monge enviado da Dinastia Tang do Oriente, a caminho do Templo do Trovão no Oeste, em busca de sutras. Ele deseja trocar os documentos de passagem e aguarda instruções." O rei, ao ouvir isso, ficou contente e disse: "Eu estive doente por muito tempo e não tenho subido ao trono. Hoje, ao convocar os médicos, apareceu um monge erudito em nosso reino." Imediatamente, ordenou que o monge fosse trazido até os degraus. Tang Sanzang se prostrou em reverência. O rei, então, ordenou que ele fosse levado ao salão dourado e que se sentasse, instruindo o Ministério dos Banquetes a preparar uma refeição vegetariana. Tang Sanzang agradeceu a graça e apresentou os documentos de passagem.

Depois de examiná-los, o rei ficou extremamente feliz e perguntou: "Mestre, na Dinastia Tang, quantos imperadores reinaram? Quantos ministros sábios serviram? E por que o rei Tang ficou doente e pediu que você viajasse por montanhas e rios para buscar as escrituras?" O venerável mestre, ao ouvir a pergunta, inclinou-se e respondeu: "Quanto à nossa terra:

Durante o governo dos Três Soberanos, o mundo foi pacificado; durante o governo dos Cinco Imperadores, as regras foram estabelecidas. Yao e Shun mantiveram suas posições, enquanto Yu e Tang governaram com benevolência. Na Dinastia Zhou, os príncipes sustentavam o universo. Fortes oprimiam os fracos e se dividiam em estados soberanos. Dezoito estados formaram o reino, mas as fronteiras permaneceram em caos. Mais tarde, os doze estados restantes trouxeram paz ao mundo. Mas, como não havia cavalos e carruagens, eles acabaram se engolindo uns aos outros. Sete potências lutaram por supremacia, e os Seis Estados caíram diante de Qin. O céu criou Lu e Pei, cada um abrigando intenções maliciosas. As montanhas e rios foram herdados pela Dinastia Han, e a lei foi reverenciada. Os Han passaram o poder para os Sima, e os Jin se dividiram em caos. O norte e o sul foram divididos em doze, e assim surgiram as dinastias Song, Qi, Liang e Chen. Os ancestrais sucederam uns aos outros, e o grande Sui ascendeu à verdade. Sem uma política justa, o sofrimento do povo aumentou. Nosso rei, da família Li, estabeleceu a Dinastia Tang. O fundador do império, Gaozu, já faleceu, e agora temos o imperador Taizong no trono. Sob seu governo, os rios estão calmos, e a moral é benevolente. A razão para minha jornada é que, ao norte da cidade de Chang'an, havia um dragão de água que causou uma seca, diminuindo as chuvas necessárias. Ele apareceu em um sonho e pediu ao rei para salvá-lo. O rei prometeu perdoá-lo e convocou seus ministros. Enquanto jogava xadrez no palácio, o ministro sonhou que cortava a cabeça do dragão."

Ao ouvir isso, o rei de Zhu Zi Guo suspirou e perguntou: "Mestre, de onde veio esse ministro?" Tang Sanzang respondeu: "Ele é o primeiro-ministro de nosso rei, seu nome é Wei Zheng. Ele conhece os céus, entende a terra, distingue o yin do yang, e é um grande auxiliar na estabilidade do país. Ele sonhou que decapitava o dragão do Rio Jing, e o dragão denunciou no submundo que o rei havia prometido salvá-lo, mas permitiu que ele fosse morto. Por isso, nosso rei ficou gravemente doente. Wei Zheng escreveu uma carta ao juiz do submundo, Cui Jue, e pediu ao rei que a levasse com ele. Após a morte do rei, três dias depois, ele voltou à vida. Foi graças a Wei Zheng que o juiz Cui Jue corrigiu os registros e acrescentou vinte anos à vida do rei. Agora, o rei está organizando um grande festival aquático e terrestre, e por isso enviou este humilde monge em uma longa jornada para buscar as escrituras sagradas, a fim de redimir o sofrimento e elevar as almas ao céu." O rei de Zhu Zi Guo suspirou novamente e disse: "Realmente, é uma grande nação celestial, com um rei justo e ministros sábios. Veja como eu estou doente há tanto tempo, e nenhum de meus ministros pode me salvar." O mestre, ao ouvir isso, olhou furtivamente e viu que o rei tinha o rosto amarelo, estava magro, fraco e parecia exausto. O mestre estava prestes a perguntar algo quando um oficial do Ministério dos Banquetes anunciou que a refeição estava pronta para Tang Sanzang. O rei ordenou: "Preparem a refeição no Salão Xiang, e sirvam a mesma comida que a minha para o mestre." Tang Sanzang agradeceu a graça e foi com o rei para compartilhar a refeição, e não se fala mais disso.

Enquanto isso, Sun Wukong estava no Hui Tong Guan com Sha Wujing, preparando o chá e as refeições, e organizando os vegetais. Sha Wujing disse: "O chá e o arroz são fáceis de preparar, mas os vegetais são mais difíceis." Sun Wukong perguntou: "Por quê?" Sha Wujing respondeu: "Não temos óleo, sal, molho de soja ou vinagre." Sun Wukong disse: "Tenho algumas moedas comigo, mande Zhu Bajie ir ao mercado comprar." O porco preguiçoso respondeu: "Eu não ouso ir. Minha aparência feia pode causar problemas, e o mestre vai me culpar." Sun Wukong disse: "É uma transação justa, você não está pedindo esmolas nem roubando, que mal pode haver?" Zhu Bajie disse: "Você não viu? Quando mostrei meu rosto no portão, assustei mais de dez pessoas; se eu for ao mercado, quem sabe quantas pessoas vou assustar." Sun Wukong perguntou: "Você só viu a multidão, mas prestou atenção ao que estão vendendo no mercado?" Zhu Bajie respondeu: "O mestre só mandou que eu mantivesse a cabeça baixa e evitasse problemas, então realmente não vi nada." Sun Wukong disse: "Não preciso falar das lojas de vinho, arroz, moinhos e mercadorias variadas; há também ótimas casas de chá, lojas de macarrão, grandes padarias, restaurantes com ótimas sopas, temperos excelentes, bons vegetais, além de deliciosos doces, bolos, pastelaria e muitas outras coisas boas. Que tal eu ir comprar algo para você?" O porco, ao ouvir isso, começou a salivar e engoliu em seco, saltando e dizendo: "Irmão, desta vez eu te incomodo, mas na próxima eu que pago a conta." Sun Wukong sorriu secretamente e disse: "Sha Wujing, prepare bem o arroz enquanto vamos comprar os ingredientes." Sha Wujing, sabendo que era uma brincadeira, respondeu de boa vontade: "Vão, mas comprem bastante para que possamos comer à vontade." O porco pegou uma tigela e saiu com Sun Wukong. Dois oficiais perguntaram: "Onde vai, monge?" Sun Wukong respondeu: "Vamos comprar os ingredientes." Um dos oficiais disse: "Vá por esta rua para o oeste, vire na esquina em direção ao tambor, e na loja de mercadorias da família Zheng, você encontrará óleo, sal, molho de soja, vinagre, gengibre, pimenta e chá, tudo o que precisar."

Os dois, de mãos dadas, seguiram em direção ao oeste da rua. Sun Wukong passou por várias casas de chá e restaurantes, mas não comprou nem comeu nada, mesmo quando parecia conveniente. Zhu Bajie então disse: "Irmão, vamos comprar algo por aqui e acabar logo com isso." Sun Wukong, que estava apenas brincando com ele, respondeu: "Irmão, você é tão impaciente. Vamos caminhar mais um pouco e escolher um lugar maior para comprar comida." Enquanto conversavam, mais pessoas começaram a segui-los, curiosas para vê-los. Logo chegaram perto da torre do tambor, onde havia uma grande multidão de pessoas, tão apertadas que enchiam a rua, obstruindo o caminho. Zhu Bajie, ao ver isso, disse: "Irmão, eu não vou mais. Há muita gente barulhenta ali. Tenho medo que estejam prendendo monges, e se eles pegarem um estranho como eu, o que farei?" Sun Wukong respondeu: "Que bobagem! Monges não estão infringindo nenhuma lei, por que nos prenderiam? Vamos passar por essa multidão e ir até a loja da família Zheng comprar o que precisamos." Zhu Bajie disse: "Esqueça, não quero causar problemas. Se eu me espremer no meio dessa multidão, posso acidentalmente acertar alguém com minhas orelhas, e se eu derrubar e matar alguém, serei responsabilizado!" Sun Wukong disse: "Se é assim, fique aqui junto ao muro, espere enquanto eu vou e volto com a comida para você, inclusive com macarrão vegetariano e bolos assados." O porco, então, entregou a tigela para Sun Wukong, encostou-se no muro com o rosto virado e não se mexeu mais.

Sun Wukong foi até a torre, onde realmente havia uma grande aglomeração. Ele se espremeu pelo meio das pessoas até conseguir chegar perto o suficiente para ver o que estava acontecendo. Descobriu que o que atraía tanta gente era um edital real afixado na parede, que muitas pessoas estavam curiosas para ler. Ele usou seus olhos penetrantes para examinar o edital, que dizia:

"O rei de Zhu Zi Guo, desde que assumiu o trono, tem mantido a paz nos quatro cantos e garantido a segurança do povo. Contudo, recentemente, um infortúnio caiu sobre o reino, e o rei adoeceu gravemente, sem que nenhum remédio tenha conseguido curá-lo. O hospital real já selecionou os melhores tratamentos, mas sem sucesso. Portanto, este edital convida todos os sábios médicos do mundo, de qualquer parte, seja do norte, do leste, ou de terras estrangeiras. Se houver alguém capaz de curar o rei, será bem recompensado, com a promessa de dividir o reino. Este é o motivo deste edital."

Após ler, Sun Wukong ficou bastante animado e disse para si mesmo: "Como dizem os antigos: 'Agir traz fortuna.' Ainda bem que não fiquei sentado à toa no alojamento. Não precisamos mais comprar temperos, vou me passar por médico e brincar um pouco."

O Grande Sábio, então, se curvou, largou a tigela, pegou um punhado de terra e jogou-a para cima, recitando um encantamento e usando uma técnica de invisibilidade. Com um movimento rápido, arrancou o edital da parede, e, usando sua respiração mágica, soprou uma forte rajada de vento que dispersou a multidão. Ele, então, voltou rapidamente ao lugar onde Zhu Bajie estava esperando. Viu que o porco estava encostado no muro, parecendo que estava dormindo. Sun Wukong não o acordou, apenas dobrou o edital e o colocou discretamente no bolso de Zhu Bajie, antes de voltar para o Hui Tong Guan sem dizer nada.

Entretanto, na torre, as pessoas notaram que, quando o vento começou, todas cobriram suas cabeças e fecharam os olhos. Quando o vento passou, perceberam que o edital havia desaparecido, e todos ficaram assustados. O edital havia sido afixado por doze eunucos e doze oficiais que o haviam trazido de manhã cedo, e que agora, ao verem o edital desaparecer, ficaram apavorados e começaram a procurá-lo. De repente, viram um pedaço de papel saindo do bolso de Zhu Bajie. As pessoas se aproximaram e perguntaram: "Você arrancou o edital?" O porco, ao ouvir isso, levantou a cabeça abruptamente, o que assustou tanto os oficiais que alguns tropeçaram e caíram no chão. Ele tentou sair, mas foi agarrado por algumas pessoas corajosas que disseram: "Você arrancou o edital que convocava médicos, agora deve ir ao palácio curar nosso rei. Onde pensa que vai?" Zhu Bajie, confuso e assustado, disse: "Seu filho pode ter arrancado o edital, mas seu neto é quem sabe como curar doenças." Os oficiais disseram: "O que você está escondendo no bolso?" O porco olhou para baixo e viu que realmente havia um pedaço de papel em seu bolso. Ao abri-lo e ver o que era, começou a ranger os dentes e disse: "Aquele macaco maldito vai me matar!" Ele queria rasgar o papel, mas foi rapidamente detido pelas pessoas ao redor, que disseram: "Você está louco? Este é o edital real, ninguém ousa destruí-lo! Já que está no seu bolso, você deve ter habilidades médicas. Venha conosco imediatamente." Zhu Bajie gritou: "Vocês não entendem. Eu não arranquei o edital, foi meu irmão Sun Wukong quem o fez. Ele secretamente colocou no meu bolso e depois me deixou aqui. Se vocês quiserem esclarecer isso, vamos atrás dele juntos." As pessoas disseram: "Que bobagem é essa? Você arrancou o edital, e agora quer que procuremos outra pessoa? Não importa, vamos levá-lo ao rei." Sem se importar se ele estava falando a verdade ou não, as pessoas começaram a empurrar e puxar Zhu Bajie. Mas o porco ficou imóvel, como se estivesse enraizado no chão, e nem mesmo dez pessoas conseguiram movê-lo. Zhu Bajie disse: "Vocês não sabem o que estão fazendo. Continuem puxando, e se eu ficar irritado, vocês vão ver!"

Pouco tempo depois, a confusão atraiu a atenção dos moradores, que se reuniram ao redor. Entre eles, havia dois eunucos idosos que disseram: "Você tem uma aparência estranha e uma voz diferente, de onde você é e por que está causando essa confusão?" Zhu Bajie respondeu: "Somos enviados da Dinastia Tang do Oriente, a caminho do Oeste para buscar as escrituras. Meu mestre é o irmão do imperador Tang, e agora ele está no palácio para trocar os documentos de passagem. Eu e meu irmão viemos aqui comprar temperos, mas como vi que havia muita gente na torre, não me atrevi a ir até lá. Meu irmão me disse para esperar aqui. Ele viu o edital e, com uma rajada de vento, o arrancou e colocou no meu bolso sem que eu percebesse, depois foi embora." Um dos eunucos disse: "Eu vi um monge gordo de rosto branco correndo para o portão do palácio antes, deve ser o seu mestre?" Zhu Bajie respondeu: "Sim, é ele." O eunuco perguntou: "E para onde foi seu irmão?" Zhu Bajie respondeu: "Somos quatro viajantes. Meu mestre foi trocar os documentos de passagem, e os outros três, junto com a bagagem e os cavalos, estão descansando no Hui Tong Guan. Meu irmão me enganou e voltou para o alojamento." O eunuco disse: "Oficiais, não o puxem. Vamos todos ao alojamento, e tudo será esclarecido." Zhu Bajie respondeu: "Vocês dois são realmente sábios." Os oficiais disseram: "Este monge não conhece os costumes, como pode chamar os eunucos de 'vovós'?" Zhu Bajie riu e disse: "Não sejam tolos! Eles são homens que perderam sua masculinidade, se não posso chamá-los de 'vovós', deveria chamá-los de quê?" As pessoas disseram: "Chega de brincadeiras, vamos encontrar seu irmão."

A confusão nas ruas era grande, com pelo menos trezentas a quinhentas pessoas acompanhando Zhu Bajie até a porta do Hui Tong Guan. Zhu Bajie então disse: "Senhores, parem por aqui. Meu irmão mais velho não é como eu, que permito que façam piadas. Ele é um homem sério e vigoroso. Quando o virem, devem saudá-lo com grande respeito, chamando-o de 'Senhor Sun'. Somente assim ele os atenderá; caso contrário, ele mudará de expressão, e então as coisas não sairão como esperado." Todos os eunucos e oficiais disseram: "Se seu irmão tem tais habilidades, curar o rei merece, de fato, metade do reino. Nós, portanto, devemos nos prostrar diante dele."

Os curiosos continuaram a fazer barulho do lado de fora do portão. Zhu Bajie, liderando os eunucos e oficiais, entrou no Hui Tong Guan. Assim que entraram, ouviram Sun Wukong e Sha Wujing na sala de hóspedes, rindo e conversando sobre o episódio de arrancar o edital. Zhu Bajie correu até eles e, sem demora, começou a reclamar: "Você é uma pessoa de verdade? Me enganou para ir comprar macarrão vegetariano e bolos assados para comer, mas tudo isso era uma mentira! E ainda fez um vendaval, arrancou aquele edital real e escondeu em meu bolso, me fazendo passar por um farsante. Que tipo de irmão faz isso?" Sun Wukong riu e respondeu: "Seu tolo, deve ter se perdido e ido a outro lugar. Eu passei pela torre do tambor, comprei os temperos e voltei correndo para te encontrar, mas você não estava lá, então voltei direto para cá. Onde eu arranquei algum edital?" Zhu Bajie retrucou: "Os oficiais que estavam vigiando o edital estão bem aqui!" Antes que pudesse terminar, os eunucos e oficiais se prostraram e disseram: "Senhor Sun, hoje nosso rei foi abençoado; o céu enviou você para nos ajudar. Certamente, com suas grandes habilidades, e aplicando a técnica dos 'três braços quebrados', o rei será curado, e o reino será dividido com você." Ao ouvir isso, Sun Wukong imediatamente mudou de expressão, pegou o edital das mãos de Zhu Bajie e, voltando-se para o grupo, disse: "Vocês são os oficiais que estavam cuidando do edital?" Os eunucos se prostraram e disseram: "Nós somos servos da Câmara Cerimonial, e esses são oficiais da Guarda Imperial." Sun Wukong disse: "Eu realmente arranquei o edital, e foi por isso que enviei meu irmão para chamar vocês. Como o rei está doente, há um ditado que diz: 'Não se vende remédio levianamente, e não se busca tratamento sem necessidade.' Voltem e digam ao rei que ele deve vir pessoalmente me convidar. Só assim eu poderei usar minhas habilidades para curá-lo." Os eunucos, assustados com suas palavras, disseram: "Se você fala com tanta confiança, deve ter grandes habilidades. Parte de nós ficará aqui esperando, enquanto a outra parte irá ao palácio relatar ao rei."

Quatro eunucos e seis oficiais imediatamente foram ao palácio, sem esperar por uma convocação oficial, e relataram ao rei: "Majestade, temos grandes notícias!" O rei, que estava conversando com Tang Sanzang após o almoço, perguntou: "De que se trata?" Os eunucos responderam: "Esta manhã, levamos o edital real e o afixamos sob a torre do tambor. Um monge sagrado, chamado Sun, que veio do Oriente da Dinastia Tang em busca das escrituras, arrancou o edital e está agora no Hui Tong Guan. Ele diz que o rei deve ir pessoalmente convidá-lo, pois ele possui a habilidade de curar qualquer doença com um simples toque. Por isso, viemos informar Vossa Majestade." O rei, ouvindo isso, ficou muito contente e perguntou a Tang Sanzang: "Mestre, quantos discípulos talentosos você tem?" Tang Sanzang, juntando as mãos, respondeu: "Este humilde monge tem três discípulos, todos travessos." O rei perguntou: "Qual deles tem habilidades médicas?" Tang Sanzang respondeu: "Para ser honesto, nenhum deles tem qualquer conhecimento sobre medicina. Eles são apenas camponeses rudes, que carregam fardos, cuidam dos cavalos, atravessam rios e montanhas, e me acompanham em terrenos difíceis. Em situações perigosas, podem subjugar demônios e monstros, mas nenhum deles conhece as propriedades das ervas medicinais." O rei disse: "Mestre, não precisa ser tão modesto. Hoje, o destino nos uniu, e considero isso uma grande bênção. Se seus discípulos não conhecem medicina, por que um deles arrancou meu edital e insistiu que eu fosse pessoalmente convidá-lo? Com certeza ele possui habilidades curativas." E ordenou: "Ministros, estou fraco e cansado, não posso viajar de carruagem. Vocês devem ir em meu nome, junto com todos os oficiais, até o Hui Tong Guan e convidar o Mestre Sun para vir examinar minha condição. Quando o encontrarem, não sejam desrespeitosos, tratem-no com a reverência devida a um santo monge, e sigam os protocolos de um soberano e seus ministros."

Os ministros receberam a ordem e, junto com os eunucos e oficiais que cuidavam do edital, foram ao Hui Tong Guan, onde se ajoelharam em fileiras. Zhu Bajie, assustado, escondeu-se em um dos quartos laterais, enquanto Sha Wujing se encostou discretamente na parede. O Grande Sábio, Sun Wukong, permaneceu sentado calmamente no meio da sala, sem se mover. Zhu Bajie, em silêncio, lamentou: "Esse macaco vai acabar nos matando. Como ele pode deixar todos esses oficiais se prostrarem sem sequer responder com uma saudação, nem mesmo se levantando?" Pouco tempo depois, os oficiais terminaram suas reverências e, divididos em fileiras, disseram: "Santo Monge Sun, nós somos ministros do rei de Zhu Zi Guo. Por ordem do rei, viemos com grande reverência convidar o Santo Monge para ir ao palácio e tratar a enfermidade do rei." Sun Wukong, então, levantou-se e perguntou: "Por que o rei não veio pessoalmente?" Os ministros responderam: "Nosso rei está fraco e sem forças, por isso não pode viajar de carruagem. Ele nos enviou para, em seu nome, convidar o Santo Monge com as devidas reverências." Sun Wukong disse: "Se é assim, então, por favor, conduzam-me até lá." Os ministros, em suas respectivas posições, formaram uma procissão e começaram a se mover. Sun Wukong arrumou suas roupas e levantou-se. Zhu Bajie disse: "Irmão, por favor, não nos envolva nisso." Sun Wukong respondeu: "Eu não vou envolver vocês, só preciso que vocês dois recolham os remédios." Sha Wujing perguntou: "Que remédios?" Sun Wukong respondeu: "Qualquer pessoa que trouxer remédios, receba-os e guarde-os para mim. Vou precisar deles quando voltar." Ambos concordaram com a tarefa.

Sun Wukong e os oficiais chegaram rapidamente ao palácio. Os ministros foram na frente e informaram o rei, que levantou a cortina de pérolas, arregalou os olhos de dragão e, com uma voz majestosa, perguntou: "Quem é o Santo Monge Sun?" Sun Wukong deu um passo à frente e, com uma voz poderosa, respondeu: "Eu sou Sun Wukong." O rei, ao ouvir sua voz severa e ao ver sua aparência estranha, ficou tão assustado que caiu na cama imperial. As damas de companhia e os eunucos correram para ajudá-lo a entrar novamente no palácio, enquanto ele exclamava: "Isso vai me matar de susto!" Os oficiais ficaram zangados com Sun Wukong e disseram: "Como pode um monge ser tão rude e atrevido? Como ousa arrancar o edital?"

Sun Wukong riu e respondeu: "Vocês estão me culpando injustamente. Se vocês continuarem sendo tão lentos, a doença do seu rei não vai melhorar nem em mil anos." Os ministros replicaram: "Quantos anos de vida um homem pode ter? Mesmo se fossem mil anos, e ele ainda não estivesse curado?" Sun Wukong respondeu: "Agora ele é um rei doente. Se morrer, será um fantasma doente, e na próxima vida ainda será uma pessoa doente. Isso não significa que a doença dele nunca será curada, mesmo em mil anos?" Os ministros, irritados, disseram: "Que monge ignorante e desrespeitoso! Como ousa falar tantas bobagens?" Sun Wukong riu e disse: "Não é bobagem. Ouçam-me:

A medicina é uma arte sutil e profunda, requer que o coração esteja em harmonia.

Observar, ouvir, perguntar e tocar são os quatro métodos fundamentais, e sem um deles, o diagnóstico não é completo:

Primeiro, observa-se a vitalidade, cor da pele, gordura, magreza, postura e sono;

Segundo, ouve-se a voz, se é clara ou rouca, e presta-se atenção ao que o paciente diz, se está em seu juízo perfeito ou não;

Terceiro, pergunta-se há quanto tempo a doença persiste, como é a alimentação e as excreções;

Quarto, apalpa-se o pulso para entender os meridianos, se são superficiais ou profundos, internos ou externos.

Se eu não observar, ouvir, perguntar e tocar, você não terá esperança de recuperação nesta vida."

Entre os oficiais presentes, havia um médico da corte que, ao ouvir isso, elogiou Sun Wukong diante dos demais: "Este monge tem razão. Até os imortais, ao diagnosticar uma doença, devem observar, ouvir, perguntar e tocar. Isso demonstra que ele realmente domina a arte médica."

Os ministros aceitaram essas palavras e pediram que um servo fosse relatar ao rei: "O monge deseja usar os métodos de observação, audição, inquirição e palpação para diagnosticar a doença e administrar a medicação." O rei, ainda deitado na cama imperial, disse: "Mandem-no embora! Não quero ver ninguém!" O servo saiu do palácio e disse a Sun Wukong: "O rei ordenou que você vá embora, pois ele não pode ver ninguém." Sun Wukong respondeu: "Se ele não pode ver ninguém, eu posso diagnosticar o pulso através do fio de seda." Os ministros ficaram secretamente animados e disseram: "Diagnosticar através do fio de seda é algo que já ouvimos falar, mas nunca vimos. Vamos relatar isso ao rei novamente." O servo entrou novamente no palácio e disse: "Majestade, o monge Sun não precisa ver Vossa Majestade pessoalmente; ele pode diagnosticar o pulso através do fio de seda." O rei, pensando consigo mesmo, disse: "Estou doente há três anos e nunca tentei isso antes. Convoque-o para entrar." O servo imediatamente transmitiu a ordem: "O rei permitiu que o monge Sun realizasse o diagnóstico através do fio de seda. Traga-o rapidamente para o palácio."

Sun Wukong, então, entrou no salão do trono. Tang Sanzang, ao vê-lo, repreendeu: "Seu macaco atrevido, você está me causando muitos problemas!" Sun Wukong riu e disse: "Querido mestre, eu estou criando uma oportunidade para você, e você diz que estou causando problemas?" Tang Sanzang gritou: "Você está comigo há tantos anos, quando foi que eu vi você curar alguém? Você não conhece as propriedades das ervas, nunca leu livros de medicina, como pode ser tão audacioso a ponto de causar esse desastre?" Sun Wukong riu e respondeu: "Mestre, você realmente não entende. Eu tenho alguns métodos herbais que podem curar doenças graves, e estou confiante de que vou curá-lo. Mesmo que eu acabe matando alguém, o máximo que podem me acusar é de ser um médico incompetente, mas isso não é motivo para se preocupar! Não se preocupe, não se preocupe, sente-se e veja como eu curo." Tang Sanzang respondeu: "Quando você já leu o Suwen, o Nanjing, o Bencao ou o Mai Jue? Como pode falar em diagnóstico através do fio de seda?" Sun Wukong riu e disse: "Eu tenho fios de ouro no meu corpo, mas você nunca viu." Então, ele estendeu a mão para baixo, arrancou três fios de cabelo de sua cauda, torceu-os juntos e gritou: "Transformem-se!" Imediatamente, os fios de cabelo se transformaram em três fios de seda, cada um com dois zhang e quatro chi de comprimento (cerca de 7,2 metros), ajustados aos 24 meridianos. Sun Wukong segurou-os na mão e disse a Tang Sanzang: "Estes são os meus fios de ouro." Um dos eunucos presentes disse: "Por favor, monge, deixe de falar e vá ao palácio realizar o diagnóstico." Sun Wukong se despediu de Tang Sanzang e seguiu o eunuco até o palácio para examinar a doença do rei.

De fato, há segredos no coração que podem curar um reino, e habilidades ocultas que prolongam a vida.

O que Sun Wukong descobrirá sobre a doença do rei e que remédios ele usará? Para saber, acompanhe o próximo capítulo.

[ghostlee]

do you got any headcanons for Macaque? or can I share some of mine?

I've pretty much been seeing him as a lee or perhaps a lee-leaning switch the entire time I've known of him. I think his death spots are his ribs (the ones near his underarms are the most sensitive) and his lower back, like right around the base of his tail. his favorite spots are his sides and stomach and his ears

his tickle laugh is very different from his normal laugh. a lot more carefree and silly. and squeaky. he's the squeaker

I think he likes being tickled because 1 the touch starvation and 2 it offers an alternate way of showing affection to the people he cares about (I'm projecting hard on him here I'm sorry 😭 I've been hcing him as aromantic with an aversion to romantic-type affection bc i like projecting my own identity onto my faves SORRYYYY)

i think soft tickles are the type that affect him the most, though he does like both gentle and rough playful tickles. sensory heaven to be quite honest

also a fun headcanon I've ended up subscribing to (for both macaque and wukong tbh): if they laugh hard or long enough they end up making little monkey noises in between laughs. silly little chirps and trills. I don't think they even notice it until someone points it out

NO WAIT THIS ACTUALLY LINES UP PERFECTLY TO HOW I SEE MACAQUE AS WELL LIKE SCARILY ACCURATELY LOL

I also 100% project onto Mac with the Aromatic and aversion to romantic-type affection since I’ve leaned towards that for awhile now myself. The touch starvation thing definitely would be something that gets to him, I’d also like to think that Sandy is actually a reallly good like soft ler for Macaque, he can just pick Mac up in his arms and just wiggle his finger softly into his stomach while he hides his face and lets out little chirping noises.

Sandy would 100% be that kinda ler that WOULD tease, but would also just give the lee what they wanted kinda thing. Like he wouldn’t try and pull macs hands away from his face or make him say something to be tickled, he would just tickle him because Sandy truly knows that he just NEEDS something to laugh from yknow.

The teasing he would do is subtle comments to Macaque like “wow Mr.Maquack your sides are really ticklish.” And verbalize things to him as he tickles that Macaque won’t comment back on but will do certain body language like scrunching up his shoulders more or curling his tail in to show that he heard Sandy.

I think Wukong would also be a ler for Macaque but definitely more of the ‘you did this, so this is my retaliation’ kinda tickling. Wukong does have the ability to be gentle with Mac though when tickling him but would be the type to call Macaque for enjoying it lol. It wouldn’t be mean or anything, just more of a general observation like “huh it almost seems like you enjoy this!” And will usually get a “shut up” in response and Wukong will just smile and keep tickling him lol.

MK would be afraid to tickle Macaque at first due to how they met and such but in the later stages of their friendship MK grows more confident to mess around with Macaque like friends would and probably got dragged into tickling Macaque with Wukong the one time when the monkey king was being a little shit and wanting to show off to MK that he knows one of Macaques weaknesses. Que Wukong jumping on Macaque and tickling him, they unceremoniously fall to the ground their tails wipping about as Macaque starts laughing while Wukong tries to pin him down and use his tail to tickle his stomach.

MK is standing there in awe before Wukong gestures for him to come over and help him. Macaque sees MK looking at him nervously and he just sighs and stops fighting and let’s Wukong switch to just holding his arms down so that MK can sit on his legs and he experimentally pokes around Macaques stomach and feels the shadow monke twitching and jumping with each poke. MK looks up and sees Macaque has buried his face into the side of his arm below his scarf and MK smiles at him.

“This is what Pigsy does when he tickles me!” MK says happily and scitters his fingers up over Macaques ribs closer to his underarms as he feels Macaque arch his back up into the tickling fingers as he squeaks and lets out a few barks of laughter.

They all have a happy wholesome time tickling Macaque and in the end Mac secretly loved the physical affection he got.

AND THERES SOME LEE!MACAQUE FOR YOUUUU

Feel free to ask anything about Nezha and Macaque or other LMK characters and if I have ideas on them I’ll rant about it! <3