#ler!Monkey King

[pleasantickles]

The anatomy is pretty wonky, but I thought it was cute anyways.

Here ya go!

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Hide and Seek

A/N: This is a Monkie Kid fanfic. I was finally able to write one after so long of thinking and watching the series. It was so hard to find season 4 but I did it. Anyway, hope you like it.

Inspiration: @tastybluesprite and @toast-is-ticklish

Summary: Mk has accidently turned himself into a 4 year old child. The effects will wear off by tomorrow, but for now, he wants to play with Monkey King. And Sun WuKong is more than eager to play too.

“Where are you...?” Sun WuKong trailed off as he heard faint giggles coming from his bed room. Ever since Mk turned into a kid, the gang has decided that it would be best if Sun WuKong were to take him. Mk was more familiar with it sense he’s been going to the Monkey King’s home a lot of times to train. Plus, the monkeys will be able to help Sun WuKong watch him as they wait form him to transform back.

Sun WuKong was a little nervous but he agreed since Mk was like a son to him. Even though he reminded them that he wasn’t the kid’s father or anything. Sun WuKong thought it was gonna be easy to watch him. He was a kid. It wasn’t like he could do anything unpredictable under the Monkey King’s watch.

Boy was he wrong.

Mk was completely unpredictable. Sun WuKong had found out that Mk was a very curious child and filled with a lot of energy. Sun WuKong had no idea where he got it from. Because of the energy, Mk was knocking over object to see if they break or not. He would look into places that he wasn’t suppose to look into. And on occasion, Monkey King would had to keep him from falling from certain heights.

It became so bad that Sun WuKong suddenly yelled at the kid, telling him that he could’ve gotten hurt. He never wanted to be mean about it. He was just very concern for him especially in this state. Mk, startled by the yell, started to cry loudly. Sun WuKong facepalmed after realizing his mistake and without thinking, picked him up and rocked him in his arms. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you.” he said in a calming voice. Mk stopped crying and rubbed his eyes.

Sun WuKong frowned for a moment. He wanted to make Mk feel better but he didn’t know how. Suddenly, Sun WuKong felt Mk moving in his arms. Mk reached out for something as the Monkey King looked at what what the child was paying attention to.

It was his tail. Mk loved the way Sun WuKong’s tail moved. His tail was in a swaying motion, always getting that way whenever he was thinking about something. Sun WuKong smiled at the boy’s interest and waved his tail in front of Mk’s tiny nose. Mk tried to catch the tail and giggled when it tickled his nose. Sun WuKong chuckled at the tiny giggle. “Is my tail tickling you?” Mk grabbed the Monkey King’s tail but Sun WuKong made it so that the tail had slipped away. Mk tried to catch it again, reaching out his tiny arms at his goal.

The two of them stayed like this for a while. Sun WuKong letting Mk catch his tail and tickling him whenever Mk did catch it. After that, the two of them started to get along.

Now, it was around night time and it was time for Mk to go to bed. So, Sun WuKong decided to play hide and seek with Mk. Mk always wanted to hide so Sun WuKong was the Seeker. And here they were.

Sun WuKong smirked when he heard his young pupil’s giggles. “I know you’re there, little monkey.” Monkey King said, using Mk’s little nickname for him. Another giggle came from his bedroom as Sun WuKong silently stepped inside his bedroom. He understood why Mk chose his room. It has plenty of places to hide. But, it only took one good look for him to notice that Mk was hiding in his closet under a pile of clean clothes.

“Huh, where’s my monkey?” Sun WuKong cooed, pretending he couldn’t see Mk. Mk tried to hold in his giggles as Monkey King pretended to think. Sun WuKong walked over to the pile of clothes and flopped on top of them. Sun heard Mk’s laughter through the clothes. “I don’t know where my lil’ monkey is.” Sun WuKong playfully pouted as he slipped his hand under the clothes pile and poked Mk. He smiled more when he heard him laugh. “Wait a minute. Is someone in there?” Sun WuKong started to take some of the clothes from the pile until he found Mk.

Mk squealed as the bright light from the room filled his eyes. Sun WuKong gasped dramatically. “There’s my little monkey.” The Monkey King grabbed Mk and hoisted him into the air before catching him. Mk burst into a fit of laughter. “And now it’s time for my meal.” The Monkey King said as he pretended to eat Mk by filling his tiny tummy with gentle love bites. Mk’s laughter went up an octave.

Realizing that Mk was running out of breath, Monkey King put Mk down letting the 4 year old hug his tummy. “That hehehehe tickled.” Mk said in the most adorable voice possible. “Of course it did, monkey.” Sun WuKong replied, using his tail to lightly tickle Mk’s cheeks and ears.

“Alright lil’ monkey, it’s bedtime.” Mk shook his head as Sun WuKong picked him up and placed him in his arms. “Nu uh. Not tired.” Mk said as the Monkey King raised his brow. “Whaaaaa, you gotta be tired ‘cause I’m tired.”

“Again. Again!” Mk chanted as Sun WuKong rolled his eyes. “Okay. One of more game of hide and seek. Then, it’s bed time.” Sun WuKong declared as he placed Mk on the floor and watched him cheer. “Ready!” Mk said as Sun WuKong covered his eyes. “Monkey see, monkey doo, where ever you are, I’ll find you.” Sun WuKong heard Mk’s laughter coming from the living room. He counted to ten and set off to find his pupil.

“Lil’ monkey? Where’d you go?” Sun WuKong called out, the little ball of laughter coming from Mk trying to decrease. Sun WuKong followed the sound to the living room. He saw his old video games by the TV and some messy pillows on the floor. Thinking that Mk was there, Sun WuKong lifted one of the pillows. Mk wasn’t there. “Huh?” A faint giggle picked up as Sun WuKong turned his attention to the couch. There was a small purple blanket that was on top of a another pillow. The blanket looked a bit lumpy and it squirmed a little too.

Sun WuKong smirked. He reached over to pick up the giggling Mk, but stopped himself. He always surprised Mk by poking or teasing him. Maybe he should try something different. And he knew exactly what to do. The Monkey King swung his tail and snuck it right under the blanket. Because Mk wasn’t wearing anything on his feet, it wasn’t long before the child felt the soft fur on Sun WuKong’s tail. Sun wiggled his tail slowly on Mk’s feet, making him giggle and squirm around. “Hey, do I hear giggles?” Sun WuKong teased as the blanket that was covering Mk suddenly fell to the floor.

“Is that my little monkey?” Sun teased again, using his tail to carry Mk off the couch. Mk laughed as he was being lift up upside down. “Monkey! Monkey!”

“Yeah, that’s right. You are a monkey.” Sun replied while booping Mk’s nose. As Sun WuKong turned the 4 year old right side up, Mk started to yawn and stretch his arms. “Guess that means it’s bed time.” Mk shook his head lazily. “Oh no you don’t. You’re a sleepy monkey. Now close those little monkey eyes.” Sun WuKong interjected as he walked back to his bedroom.

The Monkey King gently placed Mk on the bed and tucked him into the covers. “Not...sleepy.” Mk tried to say before another yawn escape from his lips. “Yes you are. Cheeky little monkey.” Sun protested, giving Mk one last little tickle on his neck. Mk let out a soft giggle before pulling the covers up to his neck and closing his eyes to fall asleep.

Sun WuKong ruffled the child’s hair and turned off the lamp. “See you in the morning, Mk.”

[toast-is-ticklish]

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.

[gaybananabread]

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◕⁠✿⁠)

[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.

[elliotthedork]

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!)

[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 🥲🥲

[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.

[mikhaelchange]

Confession between tickles - Shadowpeach

Lee! Macaque - Ler! Wukong

- C'mon Macaque ~ I know you wanna laugh ~ -, Wukong continued to tease him, stroking the feather up and down his neck making him shiver and wiggle to get away from that ticklish contact. He didn't know how long he could resist that rythm, but he had to try at all costs to keep his mouth shut and not laugh. Monkey King from his part was having oh so much fun torturing his youngest brother. He could have simply overcome his stubbornness with magic, but teasing him like that was far more fun. - You know that I can always change the spot to tickle, right? After all I just have to choose between your ticklish little tummy or your sensitive armpits. I wonder which one will make you crack in the end ~ -, he pretended to think about it, turning the feather in his fingers and watching his prisoner fidget even more as he tried to free himself from the ropes that held him in place, - Sooo... I guess we can start with the tummy! Cootchie Cootchie coo ~ -, he passed the feather all along Macaque sensitive skin, making him whine and jolt everytime he swirled the point of it in his bellybutton, - Would you look at that! Looks like someone is veeery ticklish here! What's the matter? The poor little demon cannot stand a light tickle tickle tickling session? -, he blew malevolently in his six ears, giggling in turn at seeing the other monkey's twisted expression as he tried to hold back the laughter; the poor demon was trying with all his might to stop himself from givin 'in, but Wukong was making it very difficult: already the tickle was almost unbearable, if he started teasing him even with words it wouldn't last long. Damn him and that stupid bet!

Confession between tickles - HoneyNeechan - Xi You Ji | Journey to the West - Wu Cheng'en [Archive of Our Own]

[ga-lee-tica]

congrats on opening requests!! yo can u plz hit me with some of those miraculous ladybug bug and cat team headcanons 😔😔 yknow those heroes probably t word eachother on a daily basis

AAAAAAH THANK YOU. Seeing this request made me so happy! I've got hcs for both Ladybug and Chat Noir and then some random hcs for characters that we dont know too much about .With that said, hcs coming right up!

Ladybug:

CANONICALLY TICKLISH

Lee:

I'd say she's 8/10 on the ticklish scale

As a lee she could either be shy or teasy

SQUIRMER

Even just a poke to the side will get her squealing

Usually gets tickled by Chat Noir or Rena Furtive

If she's been tickled for a while she starts snorting

Her laughter is very contagious. It's a beautiful mix of squeals and hiccups

Will hide her face in embarrassment

If she is in a lee mood, she will purposely mess with Chat. Unfortunately he is too oblivious to notice so she just has to ask him for tickles

Her worst spots are her sides and hips

A very cute lee

You better watch out

Ler:

She is a menace to lees everywhere

We all remember what haooened to Darkblade and Miraculer (Miraculer? More like MiracuLEE)

Can and will trap people with her yoyo

She complements the lee's laughter and teases in a sing songy voice

Imagine a feather quill as a lucky charm

Although she isn't the person to start a tickle fight she would definitely put up a good fight

She literally went "Want some more?" When tickling Miraculer. If that isn't teasy then I don't know what is

Will usually tickle Chat to knock him down a peg

In conclusion: Evil

ADORABLE

Chat Noir:

Lee:

10/10 on the ticklish scale

Isn't used to being tickled since he had no one who WOULD ACTUALLY SHOW LOVE TOWARDS HIM (I'M LOOKING AT YOU GABRIEL)

He is everyone's number 1 victim

Melts into the touch

PURRS

Can't handle belly rubs or chin scratches

He is a kicker

You can automatically tell he's in a lee mood as he becomes more shy and blushy OR he's more cocky then usual

He's too shy to ask for tickles so he has to provoke someone

His worse spots are his tummy, and neck

Usually gets attacked by Ladybug for his goofy shenanigans

Usually he is very teasy but he does has a soft side, especially if Ladybug is the lee in the situation

Ler:

Can be quite cocky

Will always make sure that the lee is comfortable

The most flustering teases you'll ever hear

Cat claws

Will make puns related to tickling just to fluster the lee

Evil grin

Overall: He's just evil when he wants to be

Other hcs for other characters:

TICKLE FIGHTS ARE SO COMMON AMONG THE HERO TEAM.

Usually Ladybug, Pigella, Vesperia, Viperion and Polymouse win the fights

Pigella can use her power when someone is in a lee mood and fluster them even more

Rooster Bold's weapon is literally a quill. AND HE IS A WRITER

Caprikid's weapon is a paintbrush. AND HE IS AN ARTIST

Caprikid and Rooster Bold are the unstoppable duo that no one can take down in a tickle fight. Just imagine a soft feather-like touch on your sides only to find someone writing the word "ticklish" on them

The item used to create a sentimonster is a feather. I think we know where that escalates

Polymouse can divide herself and can attack everyone's spots all at once.

Weapons like the yoyo, skipping rope, spinning top and the bolas (Purple Tigresses' weapon) can be good for trapping people

Viperion will call everyones laughter a "harmonious and catchy rhythm that you can't get enough of"

Just picture Miss hound getting belly rubs (She's also canonically ticklish)

Minotaurox is the person to go for soft tickles (He's also canonically ticklish). He's the gentle giant that always makes sure that you are confortable

Carapace can use his power to try and protect his worst spots

King Monkey is quite the teaser.

Rena Furtive. She can watch and use people's ticklishness to her advantage as she is a spy now

People that have ears on their costume are at a disadvantage

They are all cute lees and evil lers

[stone-man-warrior]

Timeless

https://twitter.com/BBCPolitics/status/1329803055051788290

The Pope's Crucifix and use of it for saying and plotting terror updates, commands, marching orders:

There is a shire called Liecester in UK, and another one called Gliecester there too.

So, for this, specifically, Liecester & Glieseser are places that represent positions on the vertical axis of the Pope's Crucifix. There is a range that exists between Liesester & Glieceter.

Liecester = "The people who lie"

Gliecester = "The people who sing"

Gliecester are whistlebowers, reporters of crime & terrorism to law enforcement. Liecester are the people who the whistleblowers in the Glee Club of Gliesester are reporting about.

The liars of Liecester don't like being reported about, they don't like songs written about them.

On the vertical axis of the Pope's Crucifix, the liars of Liecester plot the depth's of knowledge about them, and other information about Liars and Singers in the Glee Club, so that other Liars can stay out of trouble, in Liecester.

The Glee Club does not have suitable representation at places where the Pope's Crucifix can be viewed.

There could be Tweets of the past to look at, to find instances when the range that exists between Liecester & Gleicester becomes smaller. If the Gliecester Glee Club has ever been reported to have performed in Liecester, that was bad for Liecester's Liars. The result may have been that the Glee Club from Gliecester could have been boo'ed offstage, or Worcestershire, tomatoe throwing could have happened. If tomatoes are thrown at the Glee Club while in Liecester, there is no way for the Glee Club of Gliecester to survive the incoming tomatoes when hurled by skilled liars of Liecester.

When things turn to the Worcestershire, then they start to go sideways, onto the horizontal axis of the Pope's Crucifix, for plotting. Worcestershire sauce, is made of fish. That's right, little tiny sardines are what the Worcestershire sauce is made of. Tastes good, somehow, but is made of old, fermented fish. It's fish wine, non-alcoholic, is like coffee without the caffeine, decaffeinated. So what is the point of having Worcestershire fish wine if it has no alcohol?

They will gladly show you the Worcestershire  points, when it gets sideways at the Glee Club Concert from Gleicester, performed to the Liars of Liecester.

They pour the Worcestershire sauce all over the Free Range Chicken.

After the show, a Ox driven cart rolls through the streets of Liecester, picking up the debris left from tomatoe fight. The cart is driven by a Mongolian man who speaks Russian. There  is a Japanese slave who is chained to the cart, picking up the remnants from the Choir Concerto. The Japanese man has a Hibichi bar-b-que on the cart, but no matches. The Ox, is a Canadian named Bleau. The Organ Grinder plays the bellows while his monkey collects valuables left by the crowd. The monkey ties the items onto the sides of the Ox Cart, as it goes clanging and klunking through the cobblestone streets of Liecester, until it's out of view, but can be heard, as it makes it's rounds.

This is the part where Catsup, is supposed to turn into Ketchup. Unfortunately, the Ketchup continues to lose ground to the Catsup at the store. It's Different Sauce. Happens when things get Worcestershire in Liecester. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBUu5HwIr8k

Bydio, the Ox Cart, happens at 11:12: (To read terror comm better, learn these titles to these songs, close your eyes, listen, and see the music in your mind. Let the London Symphony Orchestra, guide you.) (why are the Russian composer's titles all in French language? Hint: There is no Russia. There is Quebec, and, there is Mongolia. One has nothing to do with the other.)

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https://twitter.com/ReutersUK/status/1329848272568131584

The air-money is visible, cresting.

A crest is a crown. Sssshhhush, it's a secret.

Ever play air-guitar?

Air-money is like that, for Royals.

Monopoly money.

Have you ever been to an auction?

They have "lots" there. You can buy 'em.

You have to compete with other bidders, unless no one wants a lot. The auctioneer, says: "all this for one money" as he points to the lot. Then, real quick: "Going once, twice, souled!"

Someone gets a lot, for one money.

The auctioneers are "Yoddelers"

They sell someones baby, the estate where someone lived. They are "Baby Yoda-lers"

The baby Yodalers sell the baby, lots of them, all for one money. There is a Ox Cart that comes by, filled with air-money, to pay for the baby lots at the auction.

Someone sees that the money is fake, is air-money, chases the Ox Cart. The Ox Cart goes to the JP Morgain Chase Bank, the place where the air comes from, to turn up the gain on the air-guitar hi-gain crunch channel on the Pope's Flying V Guitar Rig, for air-guitar performance, through a stack of Marshall’s. The Pope, is  the spokesperson for "The King", turns loose some lions where the chase happened.

Bit Coin is born. The Pope collects the souls, with a different Ox Cart. The auctioneers celebrate, they have a parade, and give thanks to the Pope and the King.

The have a feast. Thanksgiving to the Pope.

Then, there is an auction, where there are lots for sale, you can buy 'em.

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https://twitter.com/ABC/status/1329911713295179776

Mayfair = Mayflower

A boat.

The boat is filled with pirates at the Malls of America, where there is a circus, a carnival, Ferris wheel is inside there, has a theater, can get some pop corn if you want, and a large Soda for me and my friends and family on Black Friday. AAAaaarrgghhhhhh!

Wisconsin = wind; cons; sinning

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vxd4Hjun--s

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Must be a space auction.

Air-guitar.

Comes with a Cole Clark Angel, natural blonde, Acoustic Guitar from Zzounds Music, with a crooked tuning machine on the headstock at the small E string.

(See Tumblr post from a couple of days ago for more about the Air Guitar Bit Coin Money Machine. This is a bigger terror event than most. It’s important.)

(Tumblr made me do this space addition twice so I could show you how terror is communicated, they don’t like it when the Glee Club sings songs about them or their friends in Leicester)

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Things to consider include that Space Blonde Angel has been up there for about twelve years, and no one has noticed. You have to trust your own memory for that, they purged all of the information, photos and videos of her from the internet.  In fact that whole mission happened about twelve years ago, was presented again as new. The purpose for the rerun is that the information contained in it, combined with a plethora of other reruns on twitter, are Global Domination attack orders that already worked good in the past, so, rather than reinvent the wheel in the sky, they just do a rerun, while insisting it’s all new, just happened, is fresh, when more than a decade has passed since the introductory command order presentations of attack plans. Twitter news media, powered by Google from Verified Accounts makes it happen.

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https://twitter.com/CBSNews/status/1329936822231822336

Go find the things I wrote about “Space Karen” and how “Space Karen Trending” on Twitter was a set-up of communication from Twitter, so that terror operatives associated with the Wisconsin Mall Event could find further comm, about the planned event, to use for yet more comm, after the event, contained in a Tweet made by Bill Karins. who is the real space Karin that Musk Space Karen was pointing to.

Here, we see that the Wisconsin Mall event happened in Wuawatosa Wisconsin. That is the connection to Bill Karins and his terror crew at nbc/Universal/Comcast on Twitter as @BillKarins.

The connection can be seen in my previous observations and in depth reporting here on tumblr from a few days ago, where I pointed out that there was a Wah-Wah and a Hua Hua contained in information about a “Greek Hurricane” in nicoragua called “Iota”.

I suggested that “You have to bring your own Chi” about the Hua Hau that was happening in nicoragua at the time, per Mr. Karins, the real Space Karin for this Space Auction Yodelling at the Mall of America.

It all boils down to physical slaughtering of people somewhere on earth. We cannot know where the slaughtering is occurring by reading the information on Twitter, because it’s all old reruns, all of the news was presented long ago, the exact same tweets were reposted as new more than twelve years after the first introductory posting of them.

How are we to determine where the actual current Global Domination slaughtering is happening now?

You have to go to Rockefeller Center, find Lester Holdt, and make him talk. That’s how. Find David Letterman, and Jay Leno, make them talk.

Do that tonight before the show is over. Bring your own hospital. Bring your own Chi.

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Observation of the Mall of America Black Friday pre-show includes that CBS posted two 25 second clips of remarks made by the officer there, in rapid succession, one after the other. The two clip’s are identical to one another, but the text of the Tweeted information is different.

Worcestershire sauce happened at the Mall of America Black Friday Pre-show event. There were Free Range Chickens involved, I am confidant.

Other observation includes that the familiar “Schul Schut” news conference arrangement, stance, formation of multiple Public Safety Offices Representatives, is not present that I can see, so far. That translates to: “no ground was gained”

My assessment of those arranged news conferences where the representatives all stand in formation around a central speaker, is that what ever event that occurred and was being reported about rendered some ground somewhere. The more agencies present, then the more overtaken by Global Domination terror army is the geographic area of subject, which may not be the location of the news event. I want to advise that such events are arranged ahead of time for taking over substantial targets, such as entire LE offices, courthouses, schools, hospitals, county, state and federal buildings, so the staff at those places can be replaced with SAG Actors at the management and leadership levels, and Canadian terror soldiers who compose the majority of staff replaced.

I also want to advise that these kinds of takeovers have been going on for more than fifty years, so, over time, there are fewer real pubic safety, and increasingly more fake public safety, making very dangerous conditions for the remaining real public safety personnel.

Some speculation that may provide advantage to the real public safety is about Google and Sundar Pichai, and the news that is about Mr. Pichai. Sundar

Sunned Aarrgghhh!

A blessed terror leader, blessed by the Sun, the Pope. Both, are pirates who say: AAAaarrrggghhhh!

Pichai

Pitch. To throw. “The throw before the toss” from Ronnie James Dio and “The Last in Line.

AI = Artificial Intelligence. That means “Imposter Police” and the information such police say, command, order, carry out... all bullshit, Sundar is a major contribute to the bullshit presented by imposter police.

When the news stories are about the Google parent company called Alphabet, the news is somehow about orders from “The Text”, the Vatican, the one who blesses Sundar Pichai, Pope Francis, The Bergoglio.

Bergoglio

“Berrrrr but it’s cold here.”

Gog is short for Google.

Lio is the Lion, the King,

The Bergoglio is at the Vatican, controlling Google, with stings attached to Sundar Pichai, the Pitcher at the Baseball Ballgame.

They take US Military bases with use of the nitrous gas weapon, and mideaval tactics that are greatly enhanced with modern technology, commanded from the Vatican and Britain House of Lords. The orders reach Hollywood Terror Command at Screen Actor Guild, where the orders are transformed into workable planned screenplay ahead of time. Canadian terror army soldiers are provided to the SAG for carrying out the orders to attack, and take, valuable strategic targets without being detected.

Watch out for news about Alphabet.

“The Alphabet” when used openly in terror speak, is the conglomerate of all of the public safety agencies combined. FBI, nsa, ATF, USMC, USAF, USn, USPS even fits in there along with DHS (Dept. of Human Resources; Department of Health) and EVERY other agency where rules and regulations are generated, and enforced, so, DEQ, DMV, and the dog catcher, are inclusive of the proverbial terror alphabet.

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https://twitter.com/Pontifex/status/1329763925190172672

This looks like commands to purge old embarrassing and revealing information from the internet to me.

The Papal Panty Raid Like is another indication of the same terror comm. The order was preceded by a advisory statement to the Papal Pirate HQ from Epiphone at Hollywood terror command HQ, who saw that there was a problem, and made the advisory through promotional email from the music industry, Vatican Choir HQ. Before that, the advisory came from other, lower ranking members at Chicago Music Exchange, where the advisory seems to have been originated from. The logo for these is the one Epiphone normally reserves for there student models. It's a pair of girls panties.

This below is the same terror message presented with Different Sauce.

https://twitter.com/BBCNews/status/1329984769069899776

https://twitter.com/ReutersUK/status/1329862169022894080

These and other ways to say the same thing seem to be a call to Sundar Pichai to purge specific information from the internet, not just from the search capabilities, but to seek and destroy particular terror evidence from the internet.

[beautyfromabrokenheart-blog]

Eu não sei se você sabe como é se sentir assim, eu não sei se você sente o mesmo que eu. Nos últimos meses eu acordei com uma tremenda angustia, na verdade tem meses que eu tenho me sentido assim… Vazia. E quando eu falo meses, eu conto desde março do ano passado. Como se faltasse uma parte muito grande de mim. Eu não sei se você se sente assim as vezes. Você foi o homem que eu considerei o amor da minha vida, foi pra você que eu corri nos meus momentos mais sombrios, foi pra você que eu corri quando eu não sabia lidar com alguma coisa, e durante muito tempo só você sabia lidar com os meus estresses, minhas tristezas. Você sabia lidar comigo de uma forma que nenhuma outra pessoa sabia. Eu cheguei a achar que eu sabia lidar com você, da mesma forma que você sempre lidou comigo. Você sempre esteve ali, sabe? E a principio eu também sempre estava ali, era como se fossemos unha e carne, sempre juntos, mesmo que distantes, qualquer coisa que nós fazíamos envolvia nós juntos, e quando não estávamos juntos pessoalmente, nós estávamos conectados de outras formas. Nós sempre completamos nossas frases, sempre pensamos muito igual. É difícil sabe? Tentar levar a vida sem você, é difícil ver você com outra pessoa e ter que te tratar como um desconhecido, fingir que você não existe, por ser dessa forma que você me trata. Você diz por ai que eu manipulei, que eu abusei. E eu sei o quão dificil deve ser pra você, assumir que quem fez essas coisas foi você, e não eu. Quem carregou mentiras, inventou que eu não existia mais, criou intrigas, não respeitou quando eu dizia não estar confortável com algo, era você. Não eu. E isso me dói. Dói demais você querer jogar essa culpa em cima de mim, e ainda falar que quer me evitar. Sendo que eu permaneço aqui, onde eu sempre estive, e da mesma forma que eu sempre estive. Eu odeio a forma como você me pinta mostruosamente pros outros, sendo que eu nada fiz. E eu realmente não fiz nada. Se fiz alguma coisa, foi por inseguranças e medo de perder você, por coisas que você gerou. E isso me deixa ainda mais destruída. Colocar pra fora... Também não é fácil; Eu sei, eu errei muito com você também. Eu não isento a minha culpa, eu também tive culpa na destruição de um amor tão bonito e puro quanto o nosso, ou pelo menos o meu por você. Mesmo que eu diga que não, e bata o pé pra isso, todas as provas e evidências estão contra nós, as minhas contra você, e as suas contra mim. Eu não tenho como provar o contrário, eu não tenho como dizer o contrário, sem poder provar isso. A última coisa que eu queria fazer na minha vida era de te magoar de tamanha grandeza, a ponto de você não querer nem ouvir meu nome. A última coisa que eu queria fazer na minha vida, era trair a sua confiança, que você tivesse de mim uma imagem monstruosa. De verdade, eu não sei lidar com isso, eu não sei lidar nenhum pouco com isso. Você tem noção de quantas vezes eu abri sua conversa o whats, ou quantas vezes eu digitei seu número pra te ligar nesse período? Foram inúmeras vezes, não caberia nos meus dedos quantas vezes foram. Eu tive que pedir pra apagarem qualquer resquício teu do meu telefone, porque eu provavelmente iria acabar te ligando, ou mandando mensagem numa das minhas madrugadas bebada. Porque é assim que eu tenho tentado lidar com tudo, descontando na bebida, e beijando inúmeras pessoas diferentes, transando com pessoas esquisitas, pra ver se eu consigo suprir a falta que você tem me feito. Você era meu refúgio, a única pessoa que eu confiei e me entreguei por completo, de verdade, a única pessoa que eu contei todos os meus segredos, a única pessoa que eu deixei entrar de verdade na minha vida. A gente sempre fez de tudo um pelo outro, é dificil de verdade aceitar que acabou, que nunca vai voltar. Sabe, minha vida tá de ponta cabeça, e as vezes tudo o que eu queria era um abraço teu, ouvindo você falar que tudo vai ficar bem, mesmo que não vá, mas mesmo assim eu iria saber que pelo menos você tava ali. Eu me sinto a pior namorada, a pior namorada que eu poderia ser pra qualquer pessoa. Eu acabei sendo sua inimiga, quando eu sempre quis ser só sua melhor amiga e seu amor. Sempre a melhor amiga e amor. Eu não sei se você vai chegar a ler esse texto inteiro, ou se você vai só olhar e não falar nada, mas esse silencio dói. Eu queria poder conversar com você sobre o que aconteceu. Eu tentei. Era muito dificil manter uma conversa com você, sabendo que você tá com a Angela. Entenda, eu sou apaixonada por você, não tem como manter uma amizade sem sofrer, assim como ficar longe também é extremamente sofrível. Eu não sei realmente como tudo chegou a esse ponto. Eu não sei como eu consegui chegar a esse ponto, como essas coisas se desenrolaram dessa forma. Se eu pudesse voltar no inicio do ano passado, eu mudaria tudo. De verdade. E quando eu digo tudo, é literalmente tudo. Desde janeiro, quando nós começamos a entrar em crise. Eu mudaria tudo se seu pudesse. Eu não sei se você tem acompanhado a minha vida, confesso que eu parei de acompanhar a sua, porque me feria. Ainda me fere absurdamente, ver que talvez você não precise de mim da mesma forma que eu preciso de você, ver que você consegue seguir tua vida tranquilamente com outra pessoa, e que você tá bem sem eu na tua vida. Mas eu queria compartilhar com você algumas coisas que aconteceram comigo. Bom, eu to semi internada num hospital psiquiatrico, eu vou alguns dias da semana e fico lá durante o dia. Tenho acesso a internet, computador e whatever. Minhas dosagens de medicamentos aumentaram de novo. O Ryan adoeceu, e a gente tá sem dinheiro pra pagar veterinário, pq o dinheiro que a gente tem a gente ta gastando com o meu pai. Que também adoeceu, e o plano não tá cobrindo a maioria dos exames. Ele vai fazer uma cirurgia semana que vem, cateterismo e angioplastia, chances de AVC 90%, a carótida dele está cheia de placas. Ele tá bem fraquinho. Ele tá com tanto medo a ponto de ter bebido uma garrafa de vodka hoje, fora as cervejas. Isso é bizarro. Eu tenho fumado narguile pra aliviar minha ansiedade, e pra controlar a minha vontade de falar com você, porque eu fico lesada quando eu fumo essa merda. Eu voltei a sair com frequencia, fiz novos amigos, mas meu nível alcoolico voltou a ser Opala/Maveco, e com isso voltaram as merdas. E quando eu falo merda, eu não to falando de qualquer merda, pra tentar te esquecer eu acabei parando na casa do Barney, mas não com ele, com um amigo dele. E foi o rolê mais aleatório e bizarro com torta de climão que eu já passei na vida. No fim o Barney percebeu que eu tava num nível de bad absurdo e comprou burguer king, e me entupiu de chocolate enquanto a gente jogava um jogo de luta. Foi BIZARRO ouvir do meu ex que tudo ia ficar bem sobre você, enquanto eu tava com o amigo dele. Sério, foi bizarro. Outra coisa que aconteceu comigo, foi beber absurdos, e eu parar num rolê com 2 caras e 1 guria, todos amigos novos, e eles queriam um bacanal, e ia rolar, eu liguei a minha playlist, tava tudo indo ok, até que começou a tocar Arctic Monkeys, e eu comecei a chorar descontroladamente, eu broxei todo mundo, e no fim a galera só tomou banho de hidromassagem e ficaram me ouvindo lamentar sobre você (de novo), eu liguei pro poli nesse dia, e ele conseguiu me fazer rir, mas se um dia tiver oportunidade, pergunte pra ele como tava meu estado, eu aposto que tava digno de uma pessoa muito destruída. Eu tô muito chateada que as minhas músicas favoritas de fuder eu vou ter que tirar da minha playlist por causa de você. E é bizarro, eu não senti conexão com ninguém, eu não senti aquela atração por ninguém, foram só coisas "ok" e isso realmente me faz pensar em como você consegue, e o quão vazio era o que você sentia por mim pra você ter seguido tão rápido, ter se apegado tão rápido. Isso machuca, machuca muito. Eu sinto sua falta, sabe? Tipo absurdamente. Eu já pensei em milhões de maneiras de te abordar, em milhões de maneiras de falar com você. Mas a última vez que tentei contato você foi tão frio, tão grosseiro, eu simplesmente não consigo mais me humilhar e ir de atrás de você. Tantas foram as formas que tentei te enviar mensagens, que eu cheguei a um popularismo ABSURDO no twitter por conta de tweets que eram pra você, ou sobre você, ou sobre o que eu sinto sobre você, e eu não sei se eu vou enviar esse texto pra você ou não. Eu não sei se eu vou continuar escrevendo coisas aqui ou não. Mas eu precisava falar que sinto sua falta de um tamanho absurdo, e acho que essa falta vai ficar pra sempre no meu peito. Eu não tenho nem coragem de te pedir desculpas, na verdade eu nem sei como fazer isso, porque eu não fiz nada de errado, Vinícius. E é isso que você não entende, os seus fatos são distorcidos. A única coisa que eu não queria era ser uma segunda opção, eu não queria ficar de escanteio, e eu não te manipulei nem abusei de você pra isso. Eu fui direta e pedi pra que você escolhesse ou eu ou ela, e você fez a tua escolha. Eu sei que você não quer papo comigo, eu sei, eu sei disso, e eu repito isso na minha cabeça toda vez que eu penso em falar com você. Eu te magoei, sei lá como. Infelizmente isso aconteceu. E infelizmente, por uma falta de diálogo, uma falta de entendimento de palavras, eu também acabo me sentindo traída, magoada. Da mesma forma que você. Todas as vezes que tem fofocas envolvendo a gente, você prefere acreditar nos outros do que acreditar em mim. E isso dói. E de novo isso tá acontecendo, e isso me machuca absurdamente. Fora todas essas coisas, todos os pedidos desajeitados de perdão, todas as atualizações de coisas que aconteceram na minha vida, mesmo com informações demais, eu só queria te falar de novo que eu sinto sua falta. E que eu acho realmente que esse é um buraco que eu não vou mais conseguir tampar no meu coração. Mas vale ressaltar que, de todos os homens que eu já tive na minha vida, você foi o melhor (esse é o momento onde o teu ego vai lá pra cima *boom*). Você sempre foi, e sempre vai ser o meu primeiro amor, o meu primeiro namorado. E sempre que você precisar eu vou estar aqui. Sempre. Isso é uma promessa que eu não vou quebrar jamais. Eu amo MUITO você, e provavelmente é um amor que eu vou sentir pra sempre, é um amor puro. Eu posso ser substituivel pra você, mas você é insubstituível pra mim. São 06:20 da manhã uma sexta feira, essas horas eu poderia estar na sua casa, ou você na minha, e provavelmente nós estaríamos acordando no meio da madrugada pra se provocar e se atacar, com a falta que eu to sentindo, talvez a gente nem tivesse dormido, talvez nem se atacado, só boas horas abraçados, trocando carinhos e conversando. Só pra ter a sua companhia. Poder falar merda, ouvir merda, rir, dançar uma música lenta no meio do quarto, chorar por um passado traumático, trocar confidências, ouvir uma música, comer uma gordice, jogar o jogo de perguntas, junto com você. Eu ando tão deprimida e sem vontade de fazer nada, queria ficar em casa, vendo filme da disney e comendo mc donalds e sorvete. Tem como voltar nos tempos que a gente fazia isso? Tem como voltar nos tempos que a gente ficava no hotel, pelados, largados, conversando coisas 100% aleatórias pra se conhecer, com aquele olhar apaixonado, e aquele sorriso idiota na cara? Naquela época era tudo tão fácil, a gente não brigava. Nada influenciava a gente a brigar, sempre unidos, sempre juntos. Sabe, eu me lembro de tantas coisas que a gente passou, que eu fico rindo sozinha, são tantas lembranças, e momentos que vão ficar guardados pra sempre na minha caixinha de memórias. Não sei se você lembra a primeira vez que eu fui na sua casa, você tava todo empolgado, e eu tava tremendo mais que hiena rindo de tão nervosa. Você realizando meu sonho de tomar starbucks, de conhecer a paulista, me levando no big kahuna, me fazendo conhecer minha melhor amiga depois de 13 anos de amizade virtual. Lembra aquela vez que você passou a madrugada conversando empolgado com meu pai e o Rodney? Aquela noite foi épica! Foi tão bom ver você entrosado na minha família. Quando a gente fazia contagem de quantos dias faltavam pra gente se ver, aquela ansiedade, o coração batendo mais forte. Quando eu insistia pra gente ficar dormindo juntinho e cancelar todo e qualquer rolê marcado. Quando esqueci minha bolsa na pizzaria com teus pais, QUE MICO, eu morri de vergonha. Quando nós fomos pra praia a primeira vez juntos. Aaah, foi tudo tão bom. É pedir de mais pra esses tempos voltarem? Quando não tinha ninguém que pudesse influenciar no nosso amor, quando era eu e você, você e eu. Quando não existia ninguém pra inventar coisas, falar coisas e criar picuinhas. Quando não tinha outro alguém entre a gente. Era tão bom. Eu não sei se eu cheguei a te contar o quão feliz eu fiquei quando você continuou me procurando depois da primeira vez que você veio pra curitiba. Eu já tava sentindo tanto a sua falta, não sei se você tem ideia do quanto. Eu ficava me perguntando se aquele contato iria se manter realmente, se aquilo tudo ia ser real... Eu só queria entender quando as pessoas começaram a interferir no que era só nosso? Quando a gente deixou se permitir isso? Quando a gente perdeu a confiança um pelo outro? Quando um quebrou a confiança um do outro? Quando isso aconteceu afinal de contas? Como a gente pode se deixar permitir que isso acontecesse? Eu jamais vou entender. Eu jamais vou entender como a gente pode deixar que o nosso amor acabasse desse jeito. Não sei se algum dia vamos voltar a ser alguma coisa, não sei se algum dia vai tudo voltar a ser como era antes, mas meu Deus, como eu queria que voltasse. Como eu queria que tudo fosse como antes. Como eu queria que nenhuma dessas confusões tivesse acontecido. Como eu queria estar com você indo pra qualquer lugar. Como eu queria ficar irritada por você estar estupidamente bonito e com meninas olhando pra você, ou você putissimo pq eu já tava de cara fechada e com dor no pé por usar salto. Quem sabe ir numa balada, dançar, virar um jager, quem sabe dois. Se esbarrar num canto escuro e fazer tudo aquilo que a gente já fez um dia. Tá tudo muito complicado. E pra melhorar tudo, eu achei uma foto hoje, sem querer, uma foto minha com você, nem lembrava de ter tirado aquela foto… Doeu tanto, eu chorei tanto. Eu parecia tão feliz na foto. Eu nunca imaginei que pudesse doer tanto sabe? Perder tantas pessoas que eu amo de uma única vez. Em um ano só. Eu tenho até medo de falar que 2019 não pode ser pior que 2018, pq ainda tem muita água pra rolar. Já foi tanta desgraça. Eu nunca imaginei que eu pudesse fazer tanta merda, e que tanta merda pudesse acontecer junto, eu to inteira rasgada por dentro, e tá realmente dificil de costurar tudo pra seguir em frente. Eu já pensei em desistir várias e inúmeras vezes. Eu tenho medo de quando eu não só pensar, e realmente fazer isso. A vontade de sumir só aumenta, é como se fosse desfazer um fardo pro mundo. Sumir, desaparecer, da vida de todos. Parece tão fácil, tão simples, mas ao mesmo tempo que eu penso isso, eu penso que deve ser muito dificil, muito complexo largar tudo. Eu realmente devo ser muito louca. Desculpe o desabafo, agora você deve tar pensando "lá vem a louca querer me manipular de novo", mas não é, é só realmente um vazio imenso que eu sinto dentro de mim. Minha vida do ano passado pra esse desmoronou de uma forma que eu não imaginei que fosse acontecer. Eu queria que fossem anos épicos e no fim eu só senti que me afundei cada vez mais. Eu não tô tendo forças pra tudo isso, eu acho. Constantemente tem vindo pensamentos suicidas na minha cabeça, acho que de tanto ter medo de morrer eu acho mais fácil acelerar o processo. Ai eu penso nas pessoas que eu amo, o que será que eles iriam sentir com tudo isso? É pesado pensar nisso, mas as vezes dá uma vontade forte de largar tudo e desistir. Parece mais fácil do que ter forças pra passar todas essas barreiras da vida. Eu queria mais é que acabasse logo. Eu realmente não tô sabendo lidar com tudo isso. Eu to assustada, eu to com medo. E eu não tenho com quem conversar sobre tudo isso. Ninguém que eu converse sobre isso chega aos pés do que era conversar com você. Deus… Como eu queria arranjar motivos pra rir, felicidade. Eu perdi a vontade de tudo sabe? Tento aparentar estar bem, mas a realidade é que eu não to nada bem. E que todos os meus erros esse ano só cagaram mais com a minha cabeça. Eu odeio essa sensação. Você sempre foi uma das poucas que entendiam minhas crises, mesmo que você não falasse nada, revirasse os olhos, ou fizesse uma piada. Isso realmente faz falta. E no meio dessas lembranças, e corre pra lá e corre pra cá, abri uma caixa que tava no fundo do meu guarda roupa, uma caixa que eu disse que te enviaria, que eu deveria ter enviado. E nela eu achei várias coisas, como ingressos de cinema, os presentes que você trouxe dos EUA, o perfume, bilhetinhos que eu escrevi pra você mas nunca entreguei, fotos nossas que foram reveladas. O presente que eu tava fazendo pra te dar de natal ano passado... Enfim, eu fiquei bem triste vendo essas coisas, mas ao mesmo tempo eu fiquei feliz. Sabe, eu comecei a pensar que se a gente não voltar a se falar, não voltarmos a ser amigos, ou qualquer coisa do tipo, não reatarmos pelo menos eu vou ter todas essas recordações, fotos, videos, marcações no facebook, pra me lembrarem o quanto eu tinha alguém incrível na minha vida, e o quanto eu fui estúpida o bastante pra perder essa pessoa, que é você. Mas também, vou sempre lembrar do quanto tudo isso foi importante pra mim, o quanto tudo isso me fez crescer, amadurecer, e melhorar. Com erros que a gente melhora né? Eu acredito que sim. Numa dessas lembranças eu achei uma carta que eu escrevi pra Carolline, minha ex melhor amiga que você nunca chegou a conhecer, foi uma das cartas que eu escrevi pedindo perdão. Ela foi escrita dia 25/12/2016 e nela tem o seguinte trecho "Eu te contei que conheci um cara super legal? Ele não é daqui, é de são paulo, mas a gente ta sabendo conviver com isso por enquanto, ele tem carro e vai começar a vir pra cá direto por causa de mim. Acho que você ia gostar dele, ele é bem nerdão, moreno, barbudinho, piloto." E eu realmente acho que ela iria gostar de você. Enfim. Vinícius, eu quero te desejar um feliz aniversário, eu quero que você seja estupidamente feliz na sua vida, e nos caminhos que você escolheu seguir, que todos os seus sonhos se realizem, que você continue sendo sempre essa pessoa maravilhosa que você sempre foi! Humilde, engraçado, amigo. Meio babaca e cuzão. Você merece tudo de bom e do melhor, pra vida toda. E todas as pessoas que tem você na vida, tem uma sorte incrivelmente enorme! Eu quero te desejar sempre um coração grande, um coração puro, que nenhuma idiota quebre ele, que nem eu fiz. Que nenhuma idiota te magoe, você não merece isso. Você merece alguém a tua altura, se não for pra te fazer feliz, te fazer sentir seguro, não te merece!! (E não a Angela não te merece, essa guria não é um palmo do que você merece, e acredite eu não sou a única pessoa que acha isso, e inclusive fiquei sabendo de coisas sobre como você tá se afastando de todo mundo, e se fechando pro mundo, e o quanto você não tá feliz. Cai fora dessa, Vinícius. Você merece gente melhor na tua vida.) . E fora todas essas coisas, sempre tudo de bom, saúde 100%, amor 100%, felicidade 100%, tudo tudo tudo tudo tudo tudo que essa vida possa proporcionar. Você merece isso e muito mais, você merece o mundo todo! Eu te desejo todas as coisas boas da vida. Até mesmo aquelas que eu não concorde, ou aquelas que eu não concordo mas faço a mesma coisa, até aquelas que você não concorda e faz mesmo assim. Você merece isso e muito mais. Curta muito seus 26 aninhos, pq vou te dizer, você tá chegando nos trintão, logo menos você tá velho e careca. Pelo menos foi assim com meu pai, espero que não seja com você. Muito box 54, muito big kahuna, muito pacaembu, shopping eldorado, Wendy's, Interlakes, e qualquer outro lugar que você goste de frequentar. Que seus rolês sejam cheios de sorrisos, risadas, alegrias, e recordações. Sem tristezas, fraquezas, choros. Eu te amo muito! E acho que vou te amar pra sempre (meu deus que coisa estupidamente gay, mas não é mentira), acho que você sempre vai ser o tipo de pessoa que eu vou gostar, e que eu vou querer ter por perto, mesmo que eu não tenha. A conexão que eu tenho com você, eu não tenho com ninguém, e você sabe disso. É como se nós realmente fossemos feitos um pro outro. É um amor que não cabe em mim. Enfim, acho que é isso. Espero que você não tenha preguiça de ler tudo isso, se acaso eu envie, ou que você não fique com vontade de jogar o pc na parede, ou o celular. Aliás, assistiu Ultimato? CARALHO EU CHOREI MUITO MULEQUE. Lançou Aladdin no cinema essa semana, e eu só consigo lembrar de quando lançou a bela e a fera, e de você. E eu espero de coração conseguir assistir o filme sem chorar por causa de você. Mas eu também espero que você não consiga ver nenhum filme da disney sem lembrar de mim, porque a disney é a coisa mais pura que existe na minha vida. (BTW eu ganhei um Pegasus LINDO da Luiza, ele tem um rabão enorme, chorei horrores) Feliz aniversário. Seja feliz, Eu amo você, sempre vou amar. - Luana

(obs: abra https://open.spotify.com/user/22frybmw3bg4brahqh2vyi4kq/playlist/2XpPI0AolPAXGD7OeJWU7l?si=8pSDpAtLR6OPE-iJ0Bi3tw )

[toast-is-ticklish]

Weaknesses pt2 (aka Macaque gets the tickles he deserves. finally.)

Hey so yeah sorry for being a corpse lmao my entire life sort of blew up a bit but I FINALLY BRING YOU THE LEE! MACAQUE YOU DESERVE!!

so yeah Wukong gets his revenge but honestly I dont know how much it counts considering both of these stupid gay monkeys like being tickled sooooo 🤷‍♀️

Anyway I hope you all enjoy!

@honeyneechan I thought i remembered you specifically wanting some lee!Macaque so lemme know if you like it! 💖

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It was a quiet, peaceful night, and Macaque was wide awake.

You could say he was... high strung. The Bone Demon was a formidable foe, and now that he had been convinced to join Wukong and the kids side, he never felt like they were making enough progress. The nights left him especially antsy, no antics or chores or bullying to focus on. Only his thoughts and memories and some mediocre blankets.

He was still freezing, even bundled up as best as he could manage, and he was starting to think it had nothing to do with his physical temperature. He was always alert, always awaiting the return of that bone chilling cold that was her grip on him.

Still, he wasn't on edge all the time. This whole group, to his chagrin, was starting to grow on him. A smile spread onto his face as he thought of how he opened Wukong up to a tickle attack by his kids at dinner those few nights ago. It was a little evil of him, but seriously, 'no weaknesses'? He had to knock at least a little of the air out of Wukongs head. It definitely wasnt because he thought it was cute and wanted to see Wukong get tickled a little more often.

Seeing his old friend playing with the kids like that made something in his chest swell, and it was a little scary, but not unwelcome. 

Settling into more comfortable thoughts and memories, Macaque almost fell asleep, eyes fluttering shut, breath slowing.

Freezing. Cold. Blue. Kid. Scream. Ice. Pain.

I will erase the memory of you.

Burning cold flesh tearing scream kid pain-

He jerked back up with a gasp, clawing at bedsheets and nothing. His head throbbed. He ran a hand across his face, mentally rubbing the blue from his eyes as he caught his breath.

Ugh. He thought he might actually sleep tonight.

How is he going to protect any of them if he's so sleep deprived? How is he going to be of any use?

Suddenly his ears twitch as he hears steps in the hallway. They are light and familiar and he knows that they are Wukongs. What is that Monkey doing? They creep towards Macaques door and stop.

Shit.

Wukong opens the door almost completely silently and immediately makes eye contact with a very confused and suprised looking Macaque, looking a lot more awake than he expected.

The look of shock is quickly replaced with annoyance.

"Wukong. What are you doing in my room?"

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven looks sort of like a kid with his hand stuck in the cookie jar.

The door is closed very, very, painfully slowly with a suffering creeeaaaaak before he hears some speed walking away from his room.

What.

No way Macaque was just letting whatever that was slide. He needed the distraction anyways.

He tailed Wukong for a bit just to watch his speed walk increase in anxiety, which was amusing, but kind of a waste of time and Macaque was feeling very curious. He flipped up through a shadow portal on the floor directly in front of Wukongs face.

"Uhhh. Hey, Macaque, buddy, hows it hangin?" Wukong had definitely not gotten better at hiding things since before they split up.

"You owe me an explanation, Wukong."

"Do I? I have absolutely nooo idea what you could possibly be talking about, whatever could you-" Wukong was about to go on a meaningless rant before interrupting himself. "Huh." He said with a hand on his chin.

"What?"

"Actually, I think I can work with this! We're going back to your room!"

"What?"

And suddenly Macauque was being tugged along by his wrist by an old friend and he was feeling that  swelling sensation in his chest again. Things were still pretty tense between him and Wukong. He couldnt say he had forgiven the other monkey, and he was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. So where was this...whatever was going on coming from?

As the darker furred Monkey was being pushed down on his own bed, he struggled a bit, beginning to really wonder the nature of this interaction.

"Wukong...! What are you doing?!" He said, face darkening a bit.

"What I am doing is..." Wukong had that mischievous glint in his eyes that looked just like when they were kids. "Revenge!" He finished with a toothy grin.

"Revenge? Revenge for what?"  Macaque squirmed around a little and okay, yep, he was definitely pinned now. And he literally just walked into it. Damn his sleep deprived nostalgic brain. He had no idea what he had done that would warrant vengeance anyway. Well. Recently.

"Ohhh, I dunno, maybe calling me out in front of the entire group and revealing my most embarrassing secret?!"

Ohhhhh. Yeah Macaque guessed that made sense. And now that he understood the nature of this revenge, he found himself a little...flustered? He hadn't felt that way in so long. It was strange but not necessarily unpleasant.

So he just looked up at mischievous Wukong, and reciprocated his cocky grin. "That is definitely not your most embarrassing secret."

"You sure you wanna keep bullying me in your position?" Wukong said, not thrown off at all, which suprised Macaque. What suprised him more was how the other monkey brought his fingers up to rest on Macaques sides, casually tapping them a bit with a hum.

This should not be effecting Macaque as much as it was. Thats what he thought as he squirmed, trying to fight down a smile as he looked away, just knowing he was blushing.

He hadn't been threatened with tickling, or even really touched this much in so long.

"Oh you're really getting worked up about this, hmm?"

God damn Wukong and that stupid voice he used that still worked on him even after all these years. It was like he would bring out a very, very, specific part of his personality, just to make Macaque flustered. He still knew what buttons to push.

Macaque looked away with a scoff, "Shut up, Wukong. You have no idea what you're talking about."  He was having some trouble focusing with those fingers still on his sides, shifting slightly ever so often.

"You're blushing, Macaque." He reminded, before gently skimming his fingers over the monkeys sides and stomach, causing an electric, tickly, feeling to cascade through Macaques torso.

"I'm Nohot!" He couldn't stop giggles of anticipation from slipping into his speech.

"You're blushing, and giggling, and I'm gonna tickle you."

Oh gods.

Macaques brain felt like an egg frying on the sidewalk.

Wukong, tapping his fingers and with that stupid smirk on his face apparently decided now was the time to make Macaque wish he could throw himself out of the airship.

He started counting down.

"Five."

"Waitwaitwait! We can talk abou-"

"Four."

"Cmon! you know how much I hate the cohounting!"

"Three."

"Youhou suhuhuck!" Macaque whined. He would be suprised by that if he wasnt to busy drowning in anticipation.

"Two~" Wukong counted in a sing song voice.

"Nononono Noho! Plehease!" That whine seemed to be taking up residence in Macaques voice now, and he wasnt appreciative of it.

"One!"

And the official undoing of Macaque began.

"AhaAhaHAHAahHa! Ihihihi cahaHAhahant! Pff- HahahaHahaaha!"

Fingers scribbling across his tummy and ribs had him immediately bursting into uncharacteristically carefree laughter, unwittingly arching his back into the tickles.

Eyes squeezed shut, giant dorky smile on his face, and a matching blush starting to spreading across his cheeks, Wukong couldnt help but think Macaque looked absolutely adorable.

"Can't take what you dish out, huh?"

"ShUHUhuhUT UHuhuUp!"

"Mmmmmmm, no I dont think I will." Wukong said, shooting his hands up to flutter around Macaques neck.

Macaques stomach did a flip as his shoulders shot up, being overtaken with bubbly giggles and a snort. His nose scrunched up as he laughed, stomach doing somersaults as he began to realize exactly how screwed he was.

"Ohoho my gods! Did you just snort? That's adorable!" Wukong seemed to be very excited about this new information, which would inevitably lead to Macs doom.

For some reason being called adorable by Wukong had the butterflies in Macaques stomach going absolutely insane.  He hadn't been tickled, or touched, or complimented in such an impossibly long time he felt like he might be dying. Adorable? He could hardly process being complimented at all, this was a whole new level of embarrassing. So obviously he gave the most measured and dignified response to this immature teasing.

"Nohohoho! Ihihihi *snort* dihihihihihidnt! Ihihihihihi dohohohont!"

Very well said, Macaque.

Macaque was trying to hide his face in his shoulder now, only able to respond with futile and somewhat ironic denial.

"You dont snort? Something is telling me you might not be being completely honest with me..."

Wukong said as he scribbled on the sides of Macaques neck, drawing out another snort.

"I cant tell if you're more a monkey or a piggy right now, hahah!"

Piggy?

"Ihihihim gohOhoHOHnahah MURhurdeher yohouhou!"

"You're not looking so threatening right now, amigo." Wukong said, giving Macaques shoulders a quick scribble before shoving his hands into the other monkeys underarms.

Macaque slammed his arms down with a squeal before bursting into squeaky cackles.

"EEEK! GEeheEhehHEHET ouHOUHouhout!! Ohohohoh myhyhy GOHOHODS!"

The wiggling fingers in Macaques armpits were sending ticklish shocks all the way down his legs.

"Awwwww man! I would if I could but it looks like my hands are stuck! How am I gonna move these poor wiggling fingers of mine?" Wukong said, in a playfully despairing tone, and Macaque knew he was going to die of embarrassment.

God damn Wukong and his stupid games that made Macaques brain turn into a flustered puddle.

"I HAhahaaHAHHATE YOHOUHOUHOU!!"

"Rude. But I'm still stuck! Can you please just try to lift your arms for a second? I promise I wont tickle!"

So now Macaque, armed with probably less than 2% of his brain was going to attempt this sisyphean, cruel, downright unethical task.

He quickly decided that there was no way he was going to be able to do this watching Wukongs stupid smug grin that apparently gave him dumb brain so he squeezed his eyes shut as he shuddered in anticipation, beginning to slowly, painfully slowly, lift his arms up.

"There you go! I was a little worried because of just how ticklish you are, but you can totally handle a couple wiggly fingers, tough guy!"

"Sh-shut up, Wukong"

If Sun Wukong said one more word Macaque thinks he might literally explode.

He tries not to think about wiggling fingers as he creeps his arms upwards.

It was like he could feel every single goddamn micromovement of Wukongs fingers, and it was putting him ridiculously on edge.

But still, he manages to pull his arms all the way up, and as he lets out a breath, he realizes Wukong actually did shut up for the rest of that cruel and unusual punishment. Huh. A small grace in Macaques dumpster fire of a life.

When Macaque opens his eyes, he doesnt do it shyly because nothing could ever possibly make him feel shy, or flustered, or soft. No. He does it cautiously. That's all.

And astoundingly he is met with he same sight as before. Sun Wukongs teasy, impossibly warm smile that makes him want to hold him forever and never ever let him leave again and also throw him out of a fucking window.

"You did amazing, starshine!"

Wukong says and his tail is flicking behind him so Macaque knows he's up to something but goddamnit nobody says nice things to him anymore. So he cant stop himself from preening a little under the praise, even though hes ungodly embarrassed and has done nothing to be proud of.

Before he can fully process that hes been called starshine for the first time in centuries, or catch the blush on Wukongs cheeks because he didnt mean to say 'starshine' there are scribbling fingers in his armpits and Macaque slams his arms down with a squeal of ticklish suprise.

"Oops! My hand slipped!"

"AHaAhaHAHaha! YohouHoUhou AHAHAHAHSSHOHOHOLE!"

Macaque kicks his legs as he squeaks and laughs, and he can't believe he let Wukong trick him. His brain must have truly left the goddamn building, huh?

And it tickles so bad. It's like the butterflies that are supposed to stay in his stomach are everywhere and he just feels overwhelmingly...ticklish.

Then, Wukong easily slips his hands out from underneath Macaques arms because of course he does.

"IHihIHI- YoHOuhu- nnNOHOhohOho!"

Yep, that was about as comprehensible as Macaques brain right now.

And then Wukongs hands found Macaques thighs. And whatever was left of his brain was turned to ticklish mush as his face got impossibly redder because Sun Wukong was touching his thighs.

As Wukongs hands explored and clawed and squeezed at his legs Macaque genuinely felt like he was going insane. Not because the tickles were super intense, but because the sounds he was making were supremely embarrassing.

Macaque whined and squeaked and giggled breathlessly and it made him feel so helplessly ticklish and that was...something between torturously humiliating and pleasant.

"Macaque, I'm not going to lie to you, this is ridiculously adorable."

More compliments? Macaque had no idea how to respond to the positive attention.

"Eek! Mmheheh! Nohohohoh...mnohohot!" Macaque uncontrollably squirmed as he attempted to shove his face in his shoulder. He decides he hates the word adorable.

"You're not what?" Wukong said with that glint in his eye that had Macaque planning how he was going to dig his own grave.

This bastard saw how the word was flustering him and was gonna make Macaque say it out loud.

"aha! aha-ahadorable..." Macaque mumbled through giggles feeling his blush fully spreading to his ears.

"What was that? "

"Ahahahadorahahble! Ihihim nohohoht adohorahahable!"

"Sounds like you're in denial to me." Wukong hummed, raking his fingers across the backs of Macaques thighs causing him to shiver and squeak.

"Nohoh-AHT! NOhohoht deHeeheniahaal! Fuhuck ohohoff!

"Macaque." Wukong said and goddamnit he was using the voice again. "I'm gonna remind you—you are giggling and squeaking and whining right now because you're ridiculously ticklish. I just have to talk about  tickling and you start blushing."

Wukong surveyed the other monkey seeing that yep, he had essentially been turned into a puddle. Wide eyes, bright blush, his ears even flicked a little. Like Wukong just talking about tickling was tickling his ears or something.

"Sooooo...You're adorable. And ticklish. Adorably ticklish, even."

Macaques face burned and he just knew it had fully spread to his ears and neck by now. His stomach apparently decided to persue its passion as an acrobat based on how it was flipping around in his stomach. And the only coherent thought in his head was 'Why why why is Wukong fully committed to murdering me with embarrassment?!"

(And why am I enjoying it?)

Macaque just tried to avoid eye contact and mumbled a quiet "I am going to murder you."

"Sure. Hey, so I can see that you're getting kinda tired over there huh? So how about we make a deal?"

A deal. Very obviously something that would lead to more teasing and tickles and Wukong being an evil smug menace.

Macaque had no idea why he played along.

"Fine." He said as he tried to catch his breath as subtly as possible.

"I'll stop tickling when you say out loud, 'I'm adorably ticklish' okay?"

If Macaque had a drink he would've done a spittake "What?!"

"You kinda already agreed so here we goooo!" And now Wukong already has his stupid devilish fingers scribbling and toying with Macaques ears and neck. Macaque suddenly remembers why they called it his 'jelly spot' as kids as he immediately melts into the touch with some kind of pathetic mewl before being overcome with giggles.

"Mmhahah! nohohohoh!" He squirmed around aimlessly, scrunching up his shoulders and trying to cover his ears with them. But Wukong would just bounce back and forth between open spots and the whole endeavor was wholly useless. Not like Macaque could really help it though.

"You know what to say to make it stop~" Wukong crooned in his ear and Macque could feel his breath.

Then, Wukong suddenly pulled up and Wukong did not feel any disappointment at the loss of contact.

"Hey Mac? Is it okay if I nibble on your ears?"

Second mental spittake of the day. Night? Does it matter?

Either way, Macaque was pretty sure he was just having a really weird fever dream at this point.

If he was dreaming, well, it wasn't a bad dream.

It was...fun.

Fuck it.

Macaque just nodded and when Wukong brought out that familiar toothy grin he fully realized that smiling mouth was going to tickle him soon and it filled him with giddiness.

Macaque never thought his name could be in the same sentence as giddy. Not unless it was 'Macaque will never ever feel giddy because hes a walking corpse with a miserable crush and eternal inferiority complex.'

His thoughts fizzled out as he felt Wukong fully lean down again and could feel his breath again.

When Wukong nibbled on his ears Macaque was completely overcome with ticklishness. He kicked his legs out and wiggled like some weird furry worm and laughed and laughed and laughed.

And Macaque blankly realized that it felt really really nice. Pure bliss, actually.

Why did Wukong always awaken his awkward, inconvenient feelings?

"You gotta give in sometime Macaque, I know how sleepy you are!"

Macaque was sleepy. But this was nice. He didn't want to leave this moment. It didnt help that his opt out was hopelessly embarrassing. He had half a mind to just let Wukong keep tickling him until he actually just fell asleep.

That was until Wukong blew a raspberry on Macaque ear. Macaque squealed because it was like ticklish lightning shooting all the way through his body.

"AHAHahahaAHH! OHOHO GOHOHDS!"

Then Wukong blew another. And another.

"IHIHIHIH CAHAHANT! AHAHAHA!

"You know what to say, Macaque~"

Another fucking raspberry

"AHAHAH! IHIHIMAHAH! IHIHHIHIM! AHAHADORHAHBAHAHA! AHA! IHIHI CAHAHNT!"

Wukong pulled back his head and gave Macaque a breather.

"The floor is yours, Macaque." This teasy asshole.

"Ihihim...ahadorahahbly tihi-tihihcklhish..."

"Yes you are!" Wukong said, flopping down next to Macaque with a satisfied smile.

"Ihim- I'm also going to murder you in your sleep, peaches."

"Yeah, good luck with that, Mango." Wukong said with a yawn before letting his drooping eyelids shut.

Macaque had his first full night of sleep that night in an impossibly long time.

He had good dreams.

[gaybananabread]

for tickletober, could you do 25 with lee!macaque and ler!wukong? no pressure tho!!

Absolutely! Sorry this came out later than normal, school got in the way.

Lee: Macaque

Ler: Wukong

Summary: Macaque's craving attention, and Wukong makes sure he gets his fill.

Warnings: slight swearing. This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

"MACAQUE!"

The soaking wet Monkie King stormed down the hallway, searching for the mischievous culprit. Mac had been pulling pranks all week, including an automatic water balloon launcher outside Wukong's bedroom. He was pissed, to say the least.

He used his powers to dry his fur, leaving it poofed up. "Dang it." He tried to smooth it out, but his efforts just made it worse. "Macaque is so getting it.

Mac's other jokes had consisted of flipping his bedroom upside-down, leaving clingy shadow clones in his closet, and switching all his clothes out with pink bunnie onesies. This was the last straw, and the king was out for revenge.

The simian in question was hiding out in his room, creeping in a nearby shadow. He was silently laughing to himself, fist-bumping the shadow clone that set off the launcher. He was confident he wouldn't be caught, and with a few compliments, he would be out of any and all trouble.

He was wrong.

*BAM* "Gotcha!"

He yelped, startled by the slammed door, and fell into the light, looking up at an angry Wukong. "O-oh, hey Peaches. Your fur looks great, you do something new with it?" "That is IT!"  He was scooped up by the monkey and tossed over his shoulder. "Hey! Put me down!"

Mac was ignored, and promptly tossed on his bed. Wukong followed, straddling him. "You are such a jerk! You've played all these annoying pranks, and for what? To mess with me?" He laughed nervously. "Oh come on, you know they were fun! And you're not hurt, so no harm done! Now just let me up, and we can watch a movie or som-" "That's it! You want attention!"

He froze, tensing under Wukong's grip. Shit. Just the realization he wasn't looking for. "Whahat? No, I was just- you know- havin' fun!" He scoffed. "Yeah, no. You only piss me off when you want attention. And considering everything you did, you must be pretty needy. Maybe, ya know, asking would help."

Nah, too much work. "But, doesn't matter. I've got the perfect idea. You get attention, and I get some revenge." He put his hands on Mac's sides, tapping his fingers. He squirmed around fighting a smile. A blush crept onto his face, dusting his cheeks a lively pink.

"Awe, you're blushing! That is so cute! Now try and smile!" As soon as he said those words, the corners of Macaque's mouth twitched upward, receiving a coo from the king. It shouldn't be that easy, but it was. He had him pegged; he wanted attention all week. He didn't want to ask. And he wasn't opposed to this method either. He just wished that the teasing was gone.

"Cohome on!" He arched a brow, smirking. "Come on what? Come on and tickle me? Come on and turn me into a puddle of cute laughter? Come on and make me admit you're right? Gotta be specific, bud." Said simian groaned, giggles lacing his defeat. He knew that he had to ask, but he REALLY didn't want to. The teases were already getting to him, and asking would make everything worse. Damn it.

"Cahan- can youpleasetickleme?" His face was ruby red, spreading from the tips of his ears down to his neck. "Sorry, what was that? Gotta speak up, Plum." That got him kicked, but it was worth it to see the look on Mac's face. "Can you plehease ti-tickle me?" As the words left his mouth, wiggly fingers descended on his ribs, scratching at every bone.

Mac burst into happy, unrestrained laughter. He had been craving this feeling all week, and it was like like giving alcohol to an alcoholic. It tickled really bad, but it felt so good.

"WUHUKOHOHONG!" He tweaked a bad spot, causing the monkey below him to shriek. "Yeeeees?" Before he could answer, one hand dove into his armpit, and laughter was all he could manage. "Huh, guess it was nothing."

When the tickle assault paused, Mac drank in some much needed air, giggling away the phantom tickles spreading on his torso. "Ready for round 2?" He looked up at Wukong, breathing in a few more times before nodding.

"Let's try up here." He hovered his fingers over Mac's neck, causing him to scrunch up his shoulders. "Thahat's not fair. It's a bahad spot!" He sighed. "Well, I guess I could go somewhere else, like your thighs. Get that spot riiight in the back that makes you scream. It woul-" "Fine! Juhuhust- just get ihit over with!"

Fingers glided across his neck, and he melted into the touch as his tailed thumped against the bed. His hiccupy giggling filled the room. "Music to my ears!" When he moved up to Mac's ears, the giggles started jumping around in pitch.

"WuhukoHOHOng! *snort* IHIHIT- it's so BAHAHAHAD!" The king gasped, a smile appearing on his face. "Did you just snort? That is so cute! Do it again!" He scratched along the shell of his ear, awarded with another snort and some squeaky giggles.

Macaque was lost in a world of giggles and snorts. The feeling was amazing, and he loved spending time with the other monkey, though he'd never admit it. This was the happiest he'd been in weeks.

Wukong admired his work. Mac was a breathless, blushy mess. The blush on his face was a fiery red, enveloping his and ears. While this was one of his favorite sights ever, he knew that the ravenette was spent. He stopped the tickling, instead using his hands to rub at Mac's ears, soothing the phantom tickles.

As soon as we was released, Mac curled in on himself, giggling away the remaining tingles. Behind him, his tail subconsciously intertwined with Wukong's. Said monkey lied down next to him, snuggling up. They cuddled on the bed, both happy with how the day had gone.

[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.

[elliotthedork]

Not sure if it was me, but could you please do something with Lee Wukong getting chased by Ler Macaque?

Hello! Once again i deeply apologize about accidentally posting the first time when it was unfinished but i hope you like the fic!

Ler: Macaque, brief Wukong at the start

Lee: Wukong, brief Mk at the start

(Light spoliers for the end of season 3!)

Things have been slowly going back to normal since the defeat of the Lady Bone Demon

Pigsy opened up his noodle shop, and Mei continued her samadhi fire training with Red Son

Mk and Sun Wukong had also continued their normal training. Except now another monkey had joined them

Sence LBD's defeat, Macaque and Wukong had started re-building their relationship, it was a slow process but it was a start

Mk and Monkey King trained on the same fruit mountain they always trained on, with Macaque standing under a tree watching the two train about 50 feet away from him

Macaque allowed himself to think about his new life, reuniting with an old friend and a new student. While it was something he was going to have to get used to, Macaque certainly didn't mind the change

Macaque snapped out of his thoughts when a quick motion caught his attention. It was Wukong hoisting Mk off the ground with his tail, what Wukong did next suprised Macaque completely

Wukong started tickling Mk's ribs

As Mac was staring at this sight, Macaque reminded himself of when he and Wukong were kids and they would have their fun little tickle fights with one another

"MAHAHAQUE HEHHELP!!" Mk shrieked out when Monkey King started scribbling on his tummy

Wukong stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the other monkey's name. Macaque and Wukong stared at one another for a brief moment, before Wukong made a good idea of dropping Mk and making a run for it into the forest, knowing what Macaque was planning

Macaque smirked a devilish smile on his face as he started running close behind Wukong. Mk sat up from where he was dropped and watched the two monkey's run into the forest with amusement

Wukong had already started swinging from tree to tree with his tail in an attempted to get as far away from Macaque as he could. But the Mac was still close behind

"OHHHH WUKONG!" Macaque shouted out to Monkey king. Which made him run faster then he ever had ran before.

After about 5 minutes of running, Wukong stopped on top of a high tree when he thought he was far away from Macaque. However...just as he started to catch his breath, a shadow portal appeared right behind him

Wukong let out a shriek as he felt two arms wrap around his torso and pull him into the portal. Next thing Monkey king knew, he was layed on his stomach with his arms pinned to his back. He found himself in the same place he started

Mk shot up at the sight of Mac pinning down Wukong. Mk wanted to reach out to Wukong to save him. But he knew that what Macaque was about to to was nothing more then playful revenge

Macaque used his dark black tail to hold down Wukong's arms. And without warning, Macaque started skittering along Wu's sides. A mischievous smile across his face

"MAHAHAQUE WHAHAHY!!!" Wukong shrieked as he felt the ticking sensation all along his body

"Revenge" Macaque said keeping it plain and simple. He wanted to focus on ticking Wukong until his brain was mush, not chit chat

"BHUHUHUT I WASN'T EHEHEHEVN THE ONE TIHIHIKLING YOHOHOU!!!" Monkey king laughed out in protest

"Im doin it for the kids' sake, also last i checked, the last time we had a tickle fight i lost sooo..." Macaque replied in a snarky tone, now moving upward to Wukong's ribs

"YOHOHU ARE SOHOHOHO ANOYYING!!!" Wukong cried out. He was now kicking his legs trying to escape Macaque's grip

"Alright alright I'll let ya off the hook this time" Macaque said as he slowed the tickling to stop and released his tail off of Wukong's arms. "But dont expect me to be this nice next time"

"C'mon kid, lets let your mentor rest up, its tine for me to train ya. And dont worry, i won't tickle you if ya screw up" Macaque said as he put an arm around Mk and walked to another spot for them to train. Macaque's last comment earned a chuckle from Mk

Wukong layed on grass on his stomach cursing Macaque under his breath

But dont worry

He will get his revenge

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