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gaybananabread · 1 month

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Ooh Lego Monkie Kid? Don't mind if I do!

Do you have any headcanons for the Stonefruit Trio (MK, Wukong, and Macaque)?

⁠☆⁠—⁠⁠LMK Stonefruit Trio Tkl Headcanons—⁠☆

~Sorry this took me so long to get to! School is finding new ways to kick my ass every day istg- ANYway, it felt good to write for these goobers again! Thank you for requesting!~

🍜Mk🎧

General:

Sunshine boy is definitely a big fan of tickles. Laughing at just a few touches, bonding with his friends, watching them let their walls down for the sake of silly happiness? Yeah, count him in.

He likes both sides, though being tickled does have a special place in his heart. He’s a lee-leaning switch, but not by a whole lot.

He can only say the t-word on special occasions (extreme confidence, other lers/lees in it with him, drunken boldness). 98.71% of the time, he’ll go beet red at the attempt.

Lee:

When he gets lee moods, everyone around him will know. He can sometimes just ask for help if it’s someone who’s used to his silliness, like Red Son or Mei, but other than that, it’s tacit signals.

He’ll run a hand through his hair a lot (exposing his side in the process), get way more fidgety than normal, speak in a higher pitch, and very nonchalantly stare at his friends’ hands. Not that hard to get the message.

Kicks, flails and squirms when tickled. He really tries not to, but his nerves pretty much go nuts. It’s best to pin him or get him from behind if you don’t want an accidental bloody nose.

Worst spots are his navel and lower back. He absolutely loses it whenever anyone so much as pokes there.

Melt spots are his palms and shoulders. Tickly massages and palm kisses leave him a puddle of giggles.

Really bright and bubbly laughter when you get him going. When it’s light, lots of little squeaks and half-hearted “no!”s

Ler:

Sickly sweet while also a teasing mother-trucker. If you think that’s confusing, imagine how the lee feels-

The sunshine boy definitely has a fiery side, so watch out

“You’re ticklish here too? Seriously, this is adorable. You’re adorable.”

“Holding it in, huh? I think it’d feel a bit nicer if you let out that laughter. Don’t you?

“So many good spots, so little time… Guess I gotta get to work!”

“Your blush is so pretty! I think I’m gonna paint my nails that color…”

He’s incredibly considerate of boundaries, even if you’re obviously okay with it.

Checks in wherever you seem to be laughing a bit too hard, though you’ve only just got done giggling. It’s smart to set up a safeword so he actually does know when to keep going.

Confident lees will love him. He’s easy to fluster if you can say the t-word enough times, and he nearly dies if someone confidently asks him to tickle them.

An aftercare master. He makes whatever your favorite drink is, gets snacks, makes a cuddle nest and just hangs out with you. If you’re not big on touch, he’s fine to just watch some YouTube videos and chill out.

🍑Sun Wukong☀️

General:

We can all agree that he’s a straight-up switch. Loves wrecking people, adores being reduced to a giggly puddle of mush.

However, he refuses to admit any of that

He likes the feeling of being vulnerable around his friends, but the thought of saying that is terrifying for him (again, good luck getting him to say that. The great Monkey King allegedly has no fear)

Lee:

He’s giggling like crazy before you even touch him.

If you even give a small hint of what you’re gonna do, get ready for him to run.

When you do catch him (he will eventually let you), he curls up like a pill bug and rides it out. If you mention his tail wagging, he’ll let out a string of adorably squeaky profanities.

His actual laugh is a lot less obnoxious than his “Monkey King” one. It’s bright and bubbly, full of squeaks and the occasional snort.

His worst spots are his ribs and his lower back, specifically the base of his tail. Good luck keeping him still if you go there.

Melt spots are his ears and hips. His hips are a bit of an obscure spot, but he will dissolve if you trace them.

Once you’re done wrecking him, he becomes a cuddly, sleepy little mess. Be ready to stay with him for at least an hour afterwards.

Ler:

He’s such a chaos goblin I swear-

Loves the “Tickle Monster” trope. He can and will use his power to make clones of himself and/or shift his appearance for optimum tickle-ability

If he’s the one doing the tickling, he can say the t-word. This is a power he always abuses.

“The Tickle Monster’s gonna getcha, kid! Better run~”

“Oh sorry, couldn’t hear you through all that laughter. Did you say ‘keep going’? Perfect!”

“You know, I could stop, but where’s the fun in that? I think you can agree, can’t ya?”

“Your laugh is so fun! I could listen to it for centuries… But I think I can settle for five more minutes.”

It takes him a bit, but he does try to check in and see when you need a break. It’d be a nice idea to set a safeword or a clear tap-out beforehand, just in case.

He’s actually really good with aftercare. He makes the best lemonade tea, and he’ll attempt to make a good snack. Just watch out for any of his “inventive” cooking/baking methods.

🎭Macaque🏮

General:

He acts like he hates it. If you don't know him all that well, he'll seem genuinely done with it.

If you do know him, however, he has tells. The way his tail twitches when the t-word is said, the way just a hint of pink settles on his cheeks, the way his arms just barely clamp to his sides…

Yeah, he's not as slick as he thinks.

Prefers being tickled most of the time, but he isn't afraid to wreck a bitch just because.

Lee:

He will fight and deny it until the day his immortality runs dry, but he loves it.

Until you actually start, he'll act like he doesn't want it. Kicking, hissing, running, the whole nine.

The minute those wiggling fingers touch down, though? He melts.

All protest disappears, the only thing close being small “no”s through his laughter. His tail will wag adorably (be careful if you mention this).

He could just shadow-travel away, but conveniently “forgot because of the literal torture” he was experiencing or “couldn't focus enough” to do so.

Worst spots are his knees and his back. Him and Wukong share the infamous I-will-die spot at the bases of their tails, though this boy's is significantly worse.

Melt spots are beneath his chin and his ears. It is the cutest thing to just scratch beneath and hear his little purrs while he tries not to giggle.

Ler:

Puts his villain experience to use

He'll use his shadow travel to sneak up on you/cheat in a chase. Nobody said he had to play fair…

He definitely makes clones to help himself. One to hold your arms up, another to grab your legs, and a few to get the more annoying spots.

Teasing in a playful-yet-asshole sorta way. If you're feeling shitty, he'll be such a sweetheart, but he's a shit 80% of the time.

“Wow, ticklish here too? You're just a walking tickle-spot at this point.”

“You think this is bad? Just wait till I call in the cavalry~”

“It must be hard, being this ticklish and all. How have you survived so far? Thought you'd have laughed yourself silly.”

“Just a few little pokes and you're down for the count. Would suck if some of the villains found out…”

“Worst spot, huh? Better buckle up~”

Somehow knows exactly when to stop every time. You don't even have to say anything: he just knows.

Masterful aftercare. He honestly loves cuddling with his lee afterwards, so you're getting some unless you specifically tell him no. He'll send a shadow clone to go get you a drink and some snacks if you want. Peaceful music listening and most likely a nap (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

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noisymutantherelol · 1 month

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TANG theory

so me and my friend Gatekeeper have made a tang theory that he can travel back in time.

The reason why tangs a time traveler is bc any event before redsons birth is completely not canon,and nezhas as fight wasn't mentioned in the book neither was that scene of LBD

Yellow tusk,his tusk Are yellow bc he don't brush his teeth

@cupc4keu

#lego monkie kid #lmk mei #lmk mk #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #vox hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel x reader #dcu #lmk theory #lmk tang #lmk tripitaka #lmk traffic light trio #lmk tickle

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pleasantickles · 1 month

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It's quite the sight.

You walk in to Pigsy's Noodles. It's not a place you frequent, but a couple of your friends recommended it. Not surprising, considering your love of noodles.

The place doesn't seem too busy. In fact, it looks like no one's even in there. But, the sign is glowing, so it has to be open. You step inside and—

You get an earful of laughter. It catches your interest, making you look over to the counter.

Behind it, you see the store owner, Pigsy. At least, you're sure it is, considering he's a pig demon. Though, he looks a bit different than how others describe him. A large, muscular pig with tusks sprouting from the bottom of his mouth. His eyes are a gentle blue.

He isn't where the cackling is coming from. It's the guy on his shoulder.

You recognize Monkie Kid, or MK, flopped over Pigsy's limb. He's being held up by Pigsy's hand on his stomach, which is tickling him. You hear a scolding tone in the swine's voice, much like one of a parent.

You inch a little further in and Pigsy takes notice of you. Immediately, MK is dropped on the floor. He shrinks down to the size you heard everyone speak of.

An apology falls from your mouth, feeling like you walked in on something private.

"No no no!" Pigsy says, flushed and bothered. "I should not have been doing that during work hours. Highly unprofessional."

MK, still giggling, stands up. "Don't worry about it! Did you want to order something?"

As you're eating, the scolding continues from the kitchen. The two voices are low. But, you catch words here and there. Something about "overworking" and "changing MK's training schedule." Then you realize that it's rude to eavesdrop, and start scrolling through your phone until your meal is done.

You wave goodbye to the duo, feeling warm in your stomach. You promise to swing by again when you can and leave a good review for Pigsy.

The look on both their faces causes your heart to grow warm too.

#tickle art #lmk tickle #lmk tickle art #tickle fic #kinda??#more of a drabble I guess #lee!MK #ler!Pigsy #should i tag this as a reader fic? lemme know!#lego monkie kid tickle #pleasant writes

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titters-and-tingles · 6 months

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Okay, uhh, so I might've drawn fanart for @helleboretks 's lmk oneshot

(Image ID: The Monkey King from Lego Monkey Kid standing with his arms outstretched, laughing evilly. There is a swirl of feathers around him, and the words 'I. AM. FEATHER BUDDHA!!!' written around him in bubble letters.)

Everyone's just so goofy and silly in it and I love it so much, okay???

#lmk tickle #lego monkie kid #sun wukong #the monkey king #posting things ✏

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toast-is-ticklish · 2 years

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Dont Hate You.

Super fluffy not super proofread shadowpeaches fic lmao.

Sorry in advance for typos or weird sentences lol, I sorta wrote this on a whim.

Lee! Sun Wukong Ler!Macaque

Wukong is sort of out of character here just because hes super sleep deprived and irritable.

Hope somebody enjoys this! 💖💖💖

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Being immortal gives you a lot of things to have nightmares about.

This was especially true for Sun Wukong, who had a tendency to make stupid, half-baked plans leading to stupid, terrible, consequences for those he cared about and stupidly failed to protect.

All those mistakes he made were cemented in his mind, every failure branded into his memories with searing heat. They played over, and over, and over, more nights than most.

And so here he was again. Shooting up from his bed with a gasping breath, covered in sweat, lungs feeling empty and aching.

He grounded himself and gave his vision some time to unblur. Breath in, breath out, and then the usual routine.

Glass of water. Cold shower. Attempt to convince yourself to go back to sleep. Fail. Look at the night sky and wait for the sun to rise.

Easy-peasy.

Not like immortals needed to sleep anyways.

The Monkey King slowly clambered off the bed, ready to begin his little mental itinerary. But upon his first step his thoughts were very rudely interrupted by a shrill squuuuueeeeaaaaaak of the floorboard beneath.

Damnit. He didnt have the floor memorized in this stupid air ship yet.

Not a big deal. Unless you're rooming with an extremely nosy six eared monkey.

Stopping himself from groaning in annoyance he looked over at his six eared companions bunk, waiting for a reaction.

A moment ticked by with no stirring or waking up.

Huh. Maybe he was just super lucky tonight.

"Mmh, Wukong? What're you doing?" the black furred monkey mumbled sleepily.

"Nothing, just grabbing a drink."

He didnt want to talk about his nightmare. Some part of Wukong wanted to be called out, just so he could feel like someone was concerned for him. But no. He had to resist that urge. He had to be strong.

Macaque lifted his head up and eyed Wukong suspiciously. "Bullshit," he broke into a yawn and stretched, "You had a nightmare."

"I didnt." The Monkey king didnt even know why he was lying right now. He was too tired to be able to convince anybody, especially not Macaque.

"Why are you denying it? Not to bruise your ego buddy but it's pretty damn obvious," he disappeared into the shadows and flipped up right in front of Wukong to look him in the eyes.

"I dont know what you're talking about. Maybe you need to get your eyes checked Mango," he said, averting eye contact.

He knew using old nicknames would just further provoke the other monkey so he had no idea why he was doing it. His mouth was just sort of. Going.

"Well, Peaches," Macaque snarled, "Let's take a look at you."

"You're drenched in sweat," he listed on his fingers, "your hands are shaking," were they? Wukong didnt even notice.

"Aaaand..." he drawled out, grabbing Wukong by the chin and turning his head, "Those eye bags are looking pretty atrocious."

Monkey king growled through his teeth. He shoved Macaque away, anger flaring up and face prickling. "Why the hell are you even talking to me right now?! To mock me? To piss me off?" he burst out, letting his anger get the best of him. Why was he getting so worked up about this?

Surprisingly, Macaque looked guilty. He smacked a hand on his forehead and dragged it down his face. "I- I just... ugh. This isn't what I wanted," he said with a sigh, "I want to help you Wukong." A moment passed. "I'm..." he ground out, "I'm sorry. You just pissed me off with that old nickname. I lost my cool."

What? Wukong was sure he was still asleep at this point. Mac, wanting to help? And apologizing? Not possible.

He was going to promptly ignore whatever development that was.

"Why and how would you ever help me? With anything. Ever," he crossed his arms, tail flicking anxiously.

Dodging any and all of the implications from that statement, Macaque smirked, "Well I have an idea. But you'll have to extend some trust to me your majesty," he saw the doubt in Wukongs face and continued, "Its something we did as kids."

Well. Wukong couldn't think of anything they did as kids that was harmful. And he was so, so, tired.

"Fine," he decided. Was this a terrible mistake leading to his demise? Probably.

"I knew you'd come to your senses sometime, Wukong," underneath macaques laid-back persona he was really excited, "Just lay back down and let me work my magic."

So here Monkey King sat, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, in a bunk on an airship, weaker than he ever had been, and with his childhood friend turned mortal enemy clambering on top of him to supposedly help him with nightmares. He hadn't felt this ridiculous in a while.

"Just tell me if you want me to stop," Macaque looked down at Wukong, "I will. I promise."

Wukongs distrustful eyes continued to follow Macs every movement, watching as his hands lowered towards the Monkey Kings ears.

"What're you do-" as Macaque started fluttering his fingers around the shell of Wukongs ear, suddenly everything relaxed. "Oh," he breathed out.

The tight coil of his irritation, anxiety, and stubbornness was being loosened and replaced with butterflies in his stomach and the urge to titter.

Despicable.

Macaque let out a snicker "Damn Wukong, I guess we called it your 'melt spot' for a reason. I forgot how much you like this," he smirked, testing the waters for teasing most likely. Suprised by the lack of verbal response on Wukongs end he continued, "You dont have anything to say about that?"

No Wukong did not. I mean think of what it looked like! Here he was desperately fighting a dorky smile off his face, squirming, and holding onto Macs wrists uselessly. And by the feeling of his face he was probably blushing too. Gods. He hadn't blushed in literally two hundred years.

So no. He had no comment. He just clamped his mouth shut and turned his head to the side so he didnt have to look at Macaques stupid smirking face.

"Wow. Never thought I'd see you speechless," he started with a grin and let it drop, "But you cant just leave me out to dry now Wukong! Laugh! Smile! Something!"

He was met only with silence and a then a shake of the head. Mac was too impatient for this. In his attempt to help he had apparently made Wukong take some kind of vow of silence or some shit. A playful one, but still annoying.

He knew Wukong liked having his ears touched, but Mac was getting bored. So he let his hands inch down to the other monkeys ribs and just lightly scratch scratch at the skin there. Giving a little pinch to his bottom rib for good measure, and being rewarded with actual laughter!

"Glad to see you're not a corpse."

"Eep! Mahac nohoho..." Wukong giggled out protest half heartedly and somewhat sleepily. Seems like now that he was a little more relaxed the lack of sleep was catching up with him. Macaque couldn't help but let out a snort at that. "Yeah you sound real torn up about it, bud. And was that an 'Eep'? Seriously?" he chuckled out.

"Shuhut ihit! Ihihit wahahsnt!" Wukong denied through his bubbling laughter, and being flustered made things tickle more, and thinking about that made him more flustered so he was sort of stuck here. And Macaque was barely even teasing him at all.

But this was kind of...nice? He hadn't felt this relaxed and, well, safe in a long time. And it was just so easy to sink into that feeling. Let someone else take care of things for once. Even if he didnt really deserve it.

"So you're telling me I can make Monkey King, Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, squeak like a little mouse if I just do this?" he teased, giving Wukongs ribs another pinch.

And he was rewarded with another little squeak.

"Eep! Ohohoh mhyhy gohohod! Ihihim nhohot a mouhououse! Ihi- Ihih- Ihih!" Wukong decided to give up on talking and just fling his hands onto his face.

"Wow, you are really get worked up about this huh? Well, the goal was to make you relax, not die so I'll lay off a little bit. Chill."

Even though it's really cute.

Aaand why was Wukong looking at him like that. Oh. Oh you gotta be kidding. He accidentally said that out loud?

He looked at Monkey King, who had lowered his hands and was just. Staring.

Yeah he accidentally said that out loud. Shit shit shit. "Eheh. Sorry, I promise I'll lay off now," the black furred monkey said, ignoring the warmth growing on his own face.

In an attempt to distract from his little blunder, he brought his hands down to Wukongs stomach and lightly scribbled there.

And once again Monkey King was lost in giggles and titters and now he was actually feeling really sleepy.

"Feeling tired?" Macaque asked, seeing his companions blinks becoming slower and his giggles quieting down a little.

"Mmheheheh...nohoho," immediately followed by a yawn.

Macaque hadn't seen this side of Sun Wukong in a long time. He was childish, but never this way. He honestly looked more like some kind of puppy or cat than a monkey at this point. He knew it was just because of how incredibly sleep deprived Wukong was right now though. It was honestly kind of bittersweet, reminding him of all that he lost after he was left behind. Even though he was trying to fix things, he knew it would never be the same.

Suddenly he was pulled out of his thoughts by a steady thump thump thump on the bedsheets.

Wukongs tail was wagging.

He felt an involuntary grin spreading across his face at the sight.

Wukong was asleep, tail wagging, taking deep, slow breaths, with a smile on his face.

Macaque took in the result of his hard work and was about to dip into one of the shadows to get off of the sleeping monkey without waking him up when he felt a tug on his arm.

"Mmmno. Stay," he mumbled sleepily.

"Uuhm. I don't know if that's such a good idea Wukong...Woah!" Macaque yelped as he was tugged down to a laying position on the bed, monkey king wrapped around him like some kind of monkey-koala hybrid. "You're stayin," the other monkeys voice was distorted both from sleepiness and the fact that his face was mushed up against Macaques shoulder.

Oh well. They would figure everything out in the morning. For now, macaque would let himself enjoy the warm feeling nestling in his chest and climbing up his cheeks, while it lasted.

" ...don't hate you Mango," he heard murmered as he fell asleep.

"I dont hate you either, Peaches," he whispered back.

#tickle fic #tickle #tickle community #lego monkie kid #lee!Sun Wukong #Lee! Sun Wukong #lee!sun wukong #Lee! Monkey King #lee!monkey king #Ler! Macaque #ler!macaque #lmk tickle #lego monkie kid tickle #legomonkiekid tickle #legomonkiekid tk #fluffy

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wisefacecupcake · 11 months

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I really want to see a lmk tickle fic with a lee!Nezha ;^;

#lmk tickle

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emmyrosee · 3 months

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The feminine urge to write non!curse au sukuna as super soft for his insignificant other but hides it under a wall of muscle and tattoos 💔

#the worst tickle monster #steals your snacks #kisses you in the middle of arguments bc you look so cute pouty #grumbles as you make him get you McDonald’s at the ass of fuck in the morning #and more 🫣#so if you want this lmk

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tastybluesprite · 11 months

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//LMK S4 SPECIAL SPOILERS

GUYS MACAQUES LITTLE LAUGH IM GOING TO CRY 😭🥹❤️

#GUYS HIS LITTLE LAUGH #totally wasn’t hoping it would turn into a tickle scene wdym?? definitely not!!! /s #sprite🥤#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk special #lmk spoilers #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #shadowpeach #sun wukong #six eared macaque #lee!macaque #ler!sun wukong #ler!wukong #lmk tickling #lego monkie kid tickling

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ghastigiggles · 6 months

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danse macabre

so uh. uhm. hi. i kept forgetting to post this and i feel really bad about it. i'm so sorry tadc nation here's some food for you

npc oc because i didnt feel comfortable writing anyone as a ler - not yet, anyway. but pomni needed to get wrecked so bad. she's so cute. i get cuteness aggression every time she's on screen

usual disclaimer; sfw tickling fic, very soft and fluffy, even a little goofy and silly.

"Given that our last adventure took an exciting turn, I thought doing a rerun would be a better idea today!"

A rippling groan passed through the veteran players that Caine seemed to entirely ignore, turning his attention to Pomni with an exaggerated movement.

"Something a little more calm, I'd say! Should help bring you down from any thoughts of the Void from the other day!"

"Ahh… I don't –"

"You'll love it," He interrupted, swooping back into the air with an extravagant gesture; "It's a fan favourite! Everyone knows it, everyone loves it, it's… 'Where in the World is Sir Wigglesburg?'!"

Pomni, of course, didn't miss the way everyone else in the room tensed up – though she didn't catch the way Gangle actually perked instead, immediately shooting sideways glances at everyone else before poorly mirroring their tension.

"... You're kiddin'," Jax muttered, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. Caine simply continued as though he didn't hear the rabbit while Bubble floated nearby with an empty look in her eyes.

"Sir Wigglesburg is one of our most esteemed citizens –"

"Not an actual player," Ragatha helpfully cut in with a glance to Pomni, trying to give her context.

" – with a terrible habit of wandering off! His dear wife has, once again, asked us – rather, you – to lend a helping hand and bring him home safe! The first to lead Sir Wigglesburg back to the stage shall win a prize! (To be determined, prize may or may not meet or exceed expectations.) Good luck!"

And, with no further context or instruction, their ringmaster and his companion entirely disappeared. There was a brief silence before Zooble grunted, already walking away.

"... Right. I'm going back to my room, then."

"Aww, somebody too chicken to help the poor guy?"

Jax sneered in their direction, and they shot him a searing glare; "Well, if you want a repeat of last time, be my guest. I don't."

"I will also take my leave," Kinger muttered in a hurried fashion, looking askance; "The last time we did this, it was before… Mngh…"

Ragatha offered him a sympathetic smile, nodding as the other two softened just slightly.

"It's alright, Kinger. We understand."

"Thank you… If you do take on the quest, give Sir my best."

With that, both Zooble and Kinger headed towards the living quarters, leaving Pomni to finally pipe up again, looking between Ragatha and Jax.

"... So, um… W-what's so upsetting about the rerun, anyway? Is it, um, bad…?"

"Oh – no, not – not per se," The ragdoll replied quickly, tapping her chin; "I mean, Caine wasn't lying… This is one of the calmer adventures."

"Yeah. You should do it, newbie."

Both sets of eyes snapped to Jax, who simply grinned passively. Ragatha squinted.

"... And I don't suppose you'd be coming along?"

"I will, actually. Could be funny. What about you, Rags?"

Though she grimaced, Ragatha sighed in resignation, turning a little to give Pomni a small smile.

"Well, I'm not gonna let her go it alone… Again."

That much, at least, gave Pomni heart, and she almost smiled back – until she realized one of their party wasn't accounted for, and her brow furrowed.

"Uh… Where's Gangle?"

The other two also seemed to only just notice Gangle's absence, and the three of them glanced around briefly before their search was cut short by a distant shriek from the player in question.

"That sounded like her…!"

"Is she getting hurt?! W-what if someone else abstracted?!" Pomni shot them a panicked glance; "Sh-should we –"

"Let's go investigate before anything else," Jax interrupted calmly, barely keeping the amusement from his face as he gestured for Pomni to take the lead. When Ragatha shot him a glare, he simply shrugged, following after her with the ragdoll shortly behind.

They had little more than a vague direction, down a corridor and two left turns that seemed to dim the further along they went; Gangle made no further sounds, giving them little in the way of direction, and eventually Pomni sighed haplessly, squinting into the darkness.

"... It's no use… Should – should we go find Caine again…?"

She was met with silence, and turned around – only to find Ragatha and Jax were nowhere to be seen, and her stomach dropped with dread.

"... Guys…?"

"Ooh? Who is this…? A face I've yet to see and greet?"

At a new voice, Pomni yelped, whipping around – and coming face-to-face with what appeared to be some kind of massive, cartoonish caterpillar. His body appeared to be covered in green fur, disappearing into the darkness past his neck – or so Pomni assumed at first glance, anyway. His face and what could only be described as underbelly were covered in white fur that parted around his features, such as a long purple nose and big black eyes – one of which sported a golden monocle. And, of course, his hands had the same cartoon glove sort of thing that Kinger had going on, though this time with black noodle arms seemingly attached.

In her shock, she entirely lost her voice, merely stammering wordlessly – and earning a chuckle from the caterpillar looming over her.

"Such a small thing, you are! 'Tis a pleasure, indeed!"

Smiling, he extended one of his hands for a shake, a gesture that finally managed to pull Pomni from her stupor.

"I am Sir Wigglesburg! And you, my gentile jester, would be…?"

"A-ahhh…" Though hesitant, she extended her own hand, despite it being barely half the size of his own, "P-Pomni – woah –!"

The moment their palms yet, Wigglesburg pulled her closer, twirling her around so suddenly that her eyes spun in alternating directions – and as she was steadied again, pulled along by his sudden movements, she was abruptly made aware of his overwhelming amount of hands, with a second dominant one taking her free hand to hold her steady while two more settled on her back and hip, respectively.

"Pomni, Pomni! A wondrously adorable and charming name! Please, indulge me with a dance – 'tis a formal greeting between my people!"

"I – I'm actually – ah!"

The hand on her hip pinched her side unexpectedly, making her jerk in an attempt to escape – yet Wigglesburg easily moved with her reflexive maneuver like it was a step in her dance.

"I'm actually – ehh! – l-looking for s – hey! – some – sohome –"

The hand squeezed again, and again, and again; and every time, she tried to sidestep or wiggle away – and every time, it just encouraged their "dance", with Wigglesburg's gentle but firm grip keeping her upright despite the giggles bubbling in her chest and the involuntary smile that had been pulling at her lips.

"My dear Pomni," Wigglesburg crooned as though she wasn't struggling to articulate a sentence; "You are a wonderful dancer!"

" – Ghhh, thank you…? But I – ah!! – would you plehease –"

She squeaked again as she was suddenly pulled into a dip, very nearly panicking before she realized Wigglesburg was still supporting her gently. His wide smile was kind and sweet, but undercut by the mischief in his eyes as he looked down at her.

"... That said, you are giggling quite a lot! I didn't think dancing with a wyrm would be that much fun for you!"

"I-It's not the dancing – GyaAH –"

"Is it not?"

Pomni couldn't manage a reply, stuck in a fit of uncontrollable giggles caused by the fingers wiggling at both sides, forcing her to squirm back and forth with no true escape from the unexpected and overwhelming sensation. Wigglesburg hummed, tilting his head with an adoring expression.

"I say, I was under the impression that it was the jester who caused nobles to laugh, not the other way around! Yet, here you are, practically beside yourself…"

For a mercy, he did release her hands, and she immediately brought her arms in – not that they did much, proportionately, to protect her.

"Aheheh, I can't – I cahahan't –"

"Oh, my poor dear, does it tickle? Are we feeling a little sensitive?"

She hiccuped through her laughter at that, shaking her head and ducking down; it felt like the teasing sent a shot through her nerves, which only made it worse when he started scratching experimentally at her ribs, prompting a few snorts to escape her as well.

"Ngh – nahahaa, not th - thehehere…!"

"What? Here? Or here – oh, dear me."

His hands shot to Pomni's underarms for just a few seconds, but it was enough to prompt a shriek from her, wriggling and kicking fruitlessly with even more vigour than before.

"NnnoOHOHO – gh – $%^@# – I cahAAHAAN'T –!"

"Yes, I can see that! 'Twould seem that 'tis an especially sensitive spot."

"Plhehe – PLEHEEHEEHEASE!"

She threw back her head with a loud cackle as Wigglesburg doubled down, every stroke of his fingers sending shocks down her arms and through her body – but she only had to endure it a moment longer before he finally laid off, lightly massaging her sides with his thumbs as she gasped for breath – an act that was more instinctual than actually necessary, given that breathing wasn't really a thing anymore – with a goofy, natural smile still stuck on her face.

"I do hope you can forgive my zeal in tormenting you," Wigglesburg offered after a moment, smiling apologetically; "I cannot help myself around the players."

"I – it's… Haah…" With a final breath, Pomni shook out the residual giggles, looking back up at Wigglesburg; "It's alright…"

"Oh, I figured! You never once asked me to stop, after all."

She stiffened at that, her eyes widening as she searched her memory – because, surely not… And yet, he was right.

She had no idea if the digital avatar could blush, but with how hot her face felt upon that realization, she really, really hoped it couldn't.

"But enough of that – you were searching for someone, yes?"

"Uh! Um. Y-yeah. You, actually, but also – Gangle, if you've seen her…"

"Oh! My dear Gangle has been here all along!"

Pomni blinked dumbly, and Wigglesburg chuckled, curling in on himself and cradling her close as his spine arched up to where she could see clearly – and, sure enough, Gangle was splayed out in the wyrm's green fur, seeming a little sleepy and out of it… Yet, content, even as she looked up and waved at Pomni.

"But… Her scream…"

"'Twas a scream of joy and laughter," Wigglesburg assured her; "Gangle is one of my favorite dancing partners – and I, hers! I admit, I went overboard this time, though… It has been too long since the last time."

"Oh."

A lot of things made sense, now. The way everyone had seemed tense and awkward when Wigglesburg's name came up; Gangle's quiet disappearance in the wake of the adventure's start. The little comments everyone was making towards each other…

"Pomni! Are you alright?!"

Ragatha's voice pulled Pomni from her thoughts, and she looked down to see the ragdoll standing below, looking up with faint relief… And heavy amusement. Shortly behind her stood Jax, smug as ever – yet, notably, keeping a good generous distance between himself and the wyrm.

"Uh. Yeah," Pomni replied; "I found Gangle? And… And Sir Wigglesburg."

"We know. We heard you," Jax chuckled, easily side-stepping to avoid a tiny kick from Ragatha. For her part, the doll smiled.

"That's great! Let's head back to the stage and wrap up this adventure, then!"

Sir Wigglesburg, however, pouted a little, looking down at her.

"Oh, are you sure I can't convince you to share just one dance with me…?"

"Ahh… Maybe next time?"

Ragatha offered him a nervous smile, and Wigglesburg sighed dramatically – but he didn't object, simply setting Pomni on his back near Gangle before he began to crawl along on the path back to the stage. Distantly, Jax grumbled about not being offered a ride as he and Ragatha followed on foot.

In the softness of his fur, Pomni felt a tempting urge to "nod off", partially encouraged by the dance she'd just been through – but Gangle's voice, just barely loud enough to be heard – kept her in the waking world.

"... I'm glad you like his game. I've been the only one for awhile… Knowing someone else likes it makes me feel less weird."

And, with a small nod in response, Pomni hid her smile in the wyrm's fur.

Maybe not every part of the digital circus was terrible or terrifying.

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tatc #tadc tickles #the amazing digital circus tickles #lee!pomni #lee!gangle #i'm not tagging every character this time you can't make me!!!!!#if anyone wants me to draw sir wigglesburg and his wife (lady wigglesbury. if u even care.) lmk i kind of really love them tbh #they were literally meant to be a throwaway like. gloink queen esque standin but honestly i vibe so hard with them...#anyway here u go. eat up. tastey food #my fic

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blahhhhhhhohmigosh · 8 months

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I'm sorry that I'm dead on tumbr :-;

IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE, it's just I have bunch of school, I got an Au about a series named "Lego Monkie kid", I had teakwondo, I'm learning Italian on duo, and BUNCH more many things, not sure if I will have any time to post about rottmnt Fluff but I will come back here and write Fluff about LMK AND rottmnt, give me requests if yall whant to, and see ya when I have the time to write 🫰

#sorry #rottmnt tickle #rottmnt #fluff #tickle fic #requests?#rottmnt fluff #lego monkie kid #Lmk #Lmk tickle #Lego monkie kid tickle #Lego monkie kid Fluff #busy

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tickletails · 11 months

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robot arm malfunction

#my art #tickle art #tickling #lmk tickling #tickle content #lego monkie kid tickle #i don't have an excuse for this one #i just needed to see him get got.#i swear ill end up drawing tk art of every character in this show at some point LOL

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gaybananabread · 6 months

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TickleTober Day 16 - Unusual Spot

I POSTED IT TODAY IT COUNTS! I have been wanting to do a fic for this baby for who KNOWS how long! Just kept putting it off cuz I'm me (T×T). There is a lack of content for this boy, and I intend to fix it. Very self indulgent this month lol. FInally back from out of state and tired af, cities kicked my ass. I hope your spooky seasons are amazing, and that y'all Enjoy!

Lee: Red Son

Ler: Mk

Summary: Red and MK are in the hero's apartment, lazing around and hanging out. Being himself, Mk finds a way to make the evening a bit more interesting.

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

The Demon Bull family had always been odd. Varying loyalties, their place in history, the creation of the Samadi Fire, all of it. Red Son knew this better than anyone. Never in his life, though, did he expect to be with the Monkie King’s successor in his pajamas.

And never did he expect to enjoy it as much as he did.

One of Monkie King’s movies was playing on Mk’s laptop, though the demon wasn’t paying it any attention. He was much more focused on the young hero’s face. The captivated, cute face of a fanboy watching one of his favorite films. Even though he saw him every day, Mk had not gotten over his starstruck obsession with Monkie King’s media.

The Monkie Cop movie ended, finally snapping Mk out of his small trance. He looked at Red Son bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. The boy hadn’t said a word for the entire hour, besides mouthing a few lines of dialogue. “Uh, sorry. Got a bit too into it, didn’t I?”

“You’re alright.” Red Son’s voice was a bit softer than he liked. He quickly followed it up with a snarky comment, wanting to save face. “Believe me, any break from your voice is a cherished moment.”

Mk took no offense from his words. He saw right through the silly attempt, shaking his head. “Okay, Red Boy. Whatever you say.” That got a pillow thrown at his head.

Now that the film was over, the boys needed to find something to do. Red was happy to just sit in silence, as he had for the duration of the movie. He leaned back on Mk’s bed, finding the softness of his covers and plushes rather inviting. His apartment was…modest, to say the least. That was a minor comfort within itself. He might have even dozed off in the peaceful room. But, Mk being Mk, couldn’t sit still to save his life.

Red had barely taken a breath before he felt a hand toying with his hair. He opened his eyes, suppressing a smile. “Yes, noodle boy?”

“Nothin’. Can I play with your hair?” The simplicity and innocence of the question surprised him. They had been getting closer, normalizing touch, affections and compliments for the touch-deprived demon. Still, small things such as hugs and silly affections caught him off guard. “I- uh- well, I suppose I’ll allow it. “

He sat up, taking his pony tail out and giving Mk access. His red, fluffy hair tumbled down his shoulders. He didn’t let it down often, besides when he went to sleep. For Mk, however, he made an exception. The monkie kid knew full well how soft he made the demon. And he loved it. “Aww, thank you, Red!”

The boy just huffed, bringing his knees to his chest as ten fingers ran through his hair. He was decently tired, letting his guard down and enjoying the gentle head scratches he was getting. For a few seconds, it was pretty nice.

That changed, however, when Mk tried to braid his hair. It started with a small tingle, Mk’s fingers brushing his ears as he gathered the hair by them. Then it grew to an annoyingly persistent buzz, the boy’s nimble fingers accidentally scratching his neck and ears every so often. Red managed to hold in his verbal reactions, his cheeks almost matching his hair as he tried not to squirm.

It took Mk maybe thirty seconds to realize what was happening.

His friends were big on physical affection, tickling being one of their most common bonding activities. With the way he was acting, Red’s neck and ears must have been pretty good spots. “You good, Red Boy? Your face is starting to match your name.”

“Sh-shut up you bohozo!” He had tried to put some heat in his voice, but it sounded more whiny than anything. The giggle that slipped out wasn’t helping his case either.

“Wow, so menacing. I’m terrified.” A mischievous, teasing smirk came onto Mk’s face. Red Son couldn’t see his face, but he could hear it in his voice. Mk knew, and he was done for.

Red tried to run from him, but the other boy saw it coming from a mile away. Before he could bolt, two surprisingly strong arms wrapped around him, holding him in place. Mk pulled the boy onto his lap, poking and prodding at his sides.

Airy, almost childish giggles escaped the “villain,” quickly filling Mk’s small apartment with life. The monkie kid would listen to the sound for days if he could. And, of course, he had to tease. Who would he be without a little playful banter? “I mean, I knew you were stupid ticklish, but your ears too? That’s kinda adorable.”

It took everything Red Son had to keep his hair from burning. Typically, he’d just let his locks react with his emotions, but that time was different. He didn’t really think Mk would appreciate getting burnt and having his sheets on fire. “Nyohohohoodle bohohoy! Gehet ohoff!”

He squirmed and twisted in the noodle boy’s arms, trying his hardest to get away from the tickles. He knew Mk was strong, but damn, that boy had a grip. Red tried to pry his friend’s arms off, but he just wouldn’t budge. That shit was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Thanks to the shoving, Mk’s attention was drawn to the demon’s hands. Maybe…oooo, it was definitely worth a try.

Wrapping his legs around Red’s waist to keep him pinned, Mk grabbed one of the boy’s hands. He pried Red Son’s hand open, gently scratching his palm. He was not disappointed.

“hEY- MK! Youhuhuhu BOHOHOZOHO!” Red jerked his arm, shocked at how ticklish the surface was. He knew that his powers made his hands a bit sensitive, but that was a whole new level of wow.

His giggling got very pitchy, little squeaks piercing the sound. Mk thought it was adorable, but Red Son wanted to combust. Literally.

The thrashing had grown wild, Red’s hair getting all frizzed up as he twisted around and tried to get out of the tickly hold. A few embers sparked around his fluff, fizzling out before they had a chance to do any harm. Just another thing to add to Mk’s long list of “Cute Red Son Quirks” he’d made.

“Palms too? Seriously, this is adorable. You’re adorable.” He’s trying to kill him… The ticklish boy squealed, the odd sensations mixed with the teasing doing him in.

If it were anyone else, they’d be covered in burn wounds and bite marks. Red only let his walls down around Mk. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that he was touch-starved and especially adored Mk’s affections. Definitely not…

It was a miracle that nobody heard him; his laugh was loud and pitchy, randomly switching between giggles and frantic squeals. “Youhuhu- you nYOOHOHODLE BRAHAIN! R-REHEhehelease mehe at ohohonce!”

If he could think straight, he might have thought to try and stand up on the bed. His legs weren’t restrained, just drumming on the bed. That, however, was pretty much impossible; thoughts of “oh fuck that tickles” and “he’s so mean” and “this feels kinda nice” were taking over his mind. The mighty Red Son was a giggly puddle in the boy’s lap.

Mk decided he could be even more of a menace. Switching hands, he began to tickle the other palm while simultaneously blowing on the blushing boy’s ears. Red would forever doubt and dispute the snorty squeal that flew from his lips at the tickly combination. That was just cruel.

“NYAHOHOHOhohohoho! Youhuhu pehEHEHEhest!” He tried to scrunch up his shoulders, hoping to block the unfairly ticklish gusts. He just couldn’t quite get them up high enough, always leaving at least one ear exposed. Mk had known that Red Son was ticklish before that little encounter. He had not, however, known to what extent, nor did he know all the unusual and cute places that got the dramatic demon giggling.

That sound…whoooo. Mk could feel his own cheeks get a bit pink at the other boy’s reactions. He was glad Red couldn’t see his face; the color was slowly nearing tomato status. There was just something about his laugh that made Mk’s brain buzz and sent butterflies to his stomach. Best not to dwell on why… There was a very cute boy on his lap in need of a good tickling that required his attention anyway.

He would let his fingers wander, tracing Red’s wrists and arms every so often. The poor “victim’s” eyes were squeezed shut, both out of embarrassment and mirth. It gave Mk a lovely excuse to stare at his rosy cheeks and get lost in thought.

He looked amazing, even when he was laughing like a toddler. The way his nose crinkled as he snorted, the small embers that flicked about whenever he hit a good spot, his lips as they stretched into a wide smile… God, he needed to fix his brain.

Their silliness probably would have gone on for the rest of the evening. That is, until someone knocked at the door, both breaking the mood and interrupting their moment. “Mk, Red Boy? You guys good in there, we heard some noise!”

And just like that, it was over. Mk released Red’s hands, pulling him completely against his chest and turning them both away from the door. He knew that the demon wasn’t fully comfortable with being that vulnerable around the others, even Mei.

Rubbing small circles on the fiery boy’s palms, Mk pulled a blanket over them, pretty much concealing everything except the tops of their heads. She probably wouldn't come in, but just in case. “Yeah, we’re good! Just watched a movie, goofed off a little!”

“Okay, dinner’s in a half hour! Pigsy’s making your favorite!” The sounds of Mei’s confident stops down the stairs receded, leaving the pair in almost complete silence; Red Son was still giggling softly. Mk immediately got a bit worried, thinking it might have been too much. “You okay, Red? Did I go too far?”

Red Son just groaned into his shirt, surprisingly cuddling up next to him. He was tired, feeling soft, and just didn’t give a fuck in that moment. Mk was comfy, the bed was soft, and he was sleepy. That boy was gonna nap, whether Mk liked it or not.

A small sigh of relief escaped the small hero, followed by a soft chuckle. He was precious when he wasn’t threatening his friends’ lives… “Okay, I get it. You got twenty minutes, I’m not missing dinner.”

The sleepy boy muttered something before dozing off, drowning any embarrassment or pride in the softness of the covers and comfort of Mk’s homey scent. He hadn’t really minded the tickling; as much as he’d deny the fact, he kind of enjoyed it. Still, he was less than proud of some of the noises he had just made. Best to sleep it off…

Mk’s fingers twirled a strand of Red Son’s fluffy hair, remembering what had started the whole thing. He loved spending time with the demon and introducing him to all the qualities of friendship he had missed out on. Physical affection was his favorite, by far. And that…well, he decided that was his absolute favorite way of showing it.

The two relaxed in Mk's bed, enjoying each other's company after the giggly encounter. Mk made a mental note to explore more of those…uncommon spots that had made his friend so giggly. It wasn't a bad hangout. Honestly, his new favorite way to spend an afternoon…

#lmk tickle #lee!red son #ticklish!red son #ler!mk #ler!monkie kid #augtickletober 2023 #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #tickle #lego monkie kid tickle #lmk red son #lmk mk #augtickletober #tickletober

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pleasantickles · 2 months

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He asked for more noodles, but he's hit his limit unfortunately.

#tickle art #my art #lego monkie kid tickle #lee!tang #lmk tickle #ler!pigsy #honestly there isn't much lee!tang #he just radiates lee energy to me lol #i'm kinda nervous about posting this honestly #but oh well

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helleboretks · 6 months

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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.

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