#lee!james

[redtickledpink]

Sorry I haven’t been saying or posting much lately I’ve just been super busy and when I’m not busy I’m tired XD

In the meantime please enjoy this old drawing of my cisn’t awakening character getting got :]

[superninjagogirl]

Reunion Tickles

The desert wind whipped around Jessie, tugging at the tattered edges of her once-proud uniform. Years had passed since Team Rocket disbanded, since the dream of capturing Pikachu had faded into the harsh reality of individual survival. She’d tried to forget, to build a new life, but some things clung to the soul like burrs to a blanket. Today, one such burr was clutched in her hand: a dried, crimson rose, its petals brittle with age. It was from James, a memento from a forgotten victory, a silent promise of a bond she hadn't realized she’d cherished until it was gone.

"Meowth," she murmured, her voice raspy from disuse, "do you think… do you think they'd even remember?"

Meowth, his fur duller, his swagger diminished, merely flicked an ear. "Remember what, Boss? The good old days of getting blasted off again?" He sighed, a sound heavy with resignation. "We were a mess, Jessie. A glorious, spectacular mess."

But Jessie saw something else in the rose. She saw James’s earnest, if often misguided, loyalty. She saw Meowth’s cunning, his surprising moments of tenderness. She saw family. And so, she’d set out, following whispers and rumors, until she found herself on the outskirts of a small, unassuming town, a place where the air hummed with the scent of freshly baked bread and the distant clang of a blacksmith’s hammer.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she approached a quaint little flower shop, its window overflowing with vibrant blooms. A familiar, if slightly older, figure was meticulously arranging a bouquet of sunflowers. His hair, still a striking shade of blue, was tied back in a neat ponytail, and a pair of spectacles perched on his nose.

"James?" Jessie's voice was barely a whisper.

He looked up, his eyes, once so full of theatrical mischief, now held a gentle weariness. Recognition flickered, then bloomed into a wide, disbelieving smile. "Jessie? Is that… is that really you?"

Before she could answer, a flash of orange fur darted from behind a counter. "Boss! You found him! I knew you would!" Meowth, for the first time in years, sounded genuinely excited.

Tears welled in Jessie’s eyes. "You two… you're together."

James stepped out from behind the counter, his movements a little less flamboyant, a little more grounded. "After… everything," he began, his voice soft, "we found each other again. It wasn't the same without you, Jessie."

A comfortable silence settled between them, filled with unspoken apologies and lingering affection. Then, James, ever the one for a dramatic gesture, extended his hand. "Come in, Jessie. It's been too long."

As Jessie stepped into the shop, a wave of nostalgia washed over her. It was so James. The delicate scent of roses, the vibrant colors, the quiet hum of life. She noticed a small, framed photograph on the counter – a faded picture of the three of them, mid-blast-off, their faces a mixture of shock and determination.

"You kept it," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

James chuckled, a sound that was both familiar and new. "How could I not? It was… a significant part of our lives." He paused, then a mischievous glint entered his eyes. "Though, I must admit, I don't miss the constant pain."

Jessie smirked. "Oh, I don't know, James. Sometimes a good blast-off cleared the sinuses."

Meowth, who had been rubbing against James's leg, suddenly pounced onto Jessie’s shoulder. "Hey, Boss, remember that time you tried to tickle James into revealing his secret stash of rare candies?"

A ripple of laughter passed between them. James blushed, adjusting his spectacles. "That was a low blow, Jessie! My ribs were practically vibrating!"

Jessie’s eyes narrowed playfully. "And you deserved it, you hoarder! Besides, you were always so easy to get a rise out of." She took a step closer to James, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I wonder if you still are."

James’s eyes widened. "Jessie, no! Not here! I have customers!"

But it was too late. Jessie, with the practiced ease of a seasoned tickler, lunged. Her fingers, surprisingly nimble, found their mark on his sides, just beneath his arms. James let out a startled yelp, a sound that was undeniably his old, familiar squeal.

"Jessie!" he gasped, doubling over, his laughter bubbling up, uncontrolled and infectious. "Stop! I'll drop the hydrangeas!"

Meowth, seeing the opportunity, joined in, his tiny paws scrabbling at James’s ankles, sending shivers of laughter through him. "Get him, Boss! Get him good!"

James, a man who had faced down legendary Pokémon and countless defeats with a degree of composure, was now a writhing, giggling mess. His spectacles went askew, his carefully arranged hair came undone, and the scent of roses was momentarily overshadowed by the sweet, heady aroma of pure, unadulterated mirth.

"I… I can't… breathe!" he choked out, tears streaming down his face, not from sadness, but from the sheer, overwhelming joy of being tickled by his old friends.

Jessie, her own laughter ringing through the shop, finally relented, stepping back and allowing James to catch his breath. He leaned against the counter, panting, his face flushed, but a wide, genuine smile plastered across it.

"You haven't changed a bit, Jessie," he said, wiping a tear from his eye.

"Neither have you, James," she replied, her voice soft, her own eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "Still a big, ticklish baby."

Meowth, perched on James’s shoulder, purred contentedly. "See? I told you, Boss. Some things never change."

In that small flower shop, surrounded by the vibrant colors of new beginnings and the lingering scent of old memories, Jessie, James, and Meowth found their way back to each other, not through grand schemes or villainous plots, but through the simple, joyful act of a reunion tickle, a reminder that even after years apart, some bonds were too strong to ever truly break.

[sweet-pineapple]

POTENTIAL LEE! JAMES MARRIOTT IN THE SECOND CLIP??

[krazykratt420]

Lee James Marriott?

[snake-anon]

guys i need lee james right fucking now

[undeniablytoby]

hi!!! i thought of a ler and prompt for the lee!james fic! would you be ok doing ler!wilbur and him basically busting into james' office (like he has done multiple times before) and then just wrecking him "because he feels like it"? /nf

YES!! I will get that out ASAP!

be onn the lookout for a ler wilbur lee james fic‼️🙃

[moose-muffin]

Hey there! Since you’ve been looking for some prompts, how about lee James from team rocket! Because of course I’m back on my bs 🙄

(Also just wanted to say, I love your blog 😭) -vamptickles

HI DARLING!!! THANK YOU FOR VISITING AND FOR THE SWEET COMPLIMENT, I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR BLOG AS WELL!! BUT I GOT YOU COVEREDDDDDD LETS GO!

lee james:

he is jsut, such, god the words to describe him will always evade me because no word is good enough

if we’re discussing his reactions to getting tickled, a good place to start, he truly is a sight to see LOLLLL

of course, it is known he is canonically ticklish to some extent and he has the SWEETEST giggles I’m-

of course canon knowledge can only take us so far *sigh* but I see him as being super ticklish. he definitely flails when he gets tickled too bc I said so and because it’s adorable HAVSKWKS

he’s the type that immediately reacts, like hitting at your hands or squirming out of the way, he never follows through though… I Wonder why (spoiler alert: it’s because he loves it)

usually james getting tickled starts as an accident by a Pokémon attack or something along those lines, but once jessie and meowth watch him just take it each and every time, they start to get curious

i know this is about lee James BUT Lee James couldn’t be lee James without ler jessie and I have always (I mean ALWAYS, like allllll the way back to fourth grade always) seen jessie as such a devious and playful and skilled ler, like, thinking of her I just picture her wiggling her fingers at her lee and knowing she is about to absolutely destroy whoever she’s about to tickle I- (im sorry for the self indulgent jessie moment, she is just so pretty and ugh all the love ❤️❤️)

BUT TO CONTINUE!!!! jessie definitely regularly tickled James to pieces because he likes it

I like to imagine it started after the two of them blasted off and james got tickled by some Pokémon and jessie finally decided to ask him about it.

he deffo blushed, so much. (she secretly is obsessed but shhhh)

but he gets all blushy and stutters and doesn’t know how to explain it, she just deadpan goes, “you like being tickled, don’t you?” and man’s straight up NODS LOLLL

he can’t make eye contact, he’s to nervie, but she gets the memo and goes ham skittering her fingers along his ribs and torso, (lucky for her two pretty good spots)

speaking of spots, his rank (from least ticklish to most) as follows: palms, arms, legs, thighs, stomach, ribs, neck

and anywhere I forgot to list HES ticklish there too just not as much but jessie basically uses her skills to her advantage and gives james the tickling of his life and from then on, the two have back and forth tickle fights almost every day

Meowth knows, he likes to stay out of it tho <3 letting ‘dems two love birds do their thing LOL

its a love language for James certainly and jessie definitely starts to see it that way too, it’s a beautiful sight to see and you are so valid for loving lee James bc he is something to truly behold <3

[redtickledpink]

another quick tickle scene that I love, from the pkmn episode “Shell Shock”

My only complaints are that it’s short and the score’s so loud you can’t hear them laughing😔 but it’s one of James’ only tk scenes in the entire series so I’ll take what I can get honestly XD

(and also the fact that James’ ribs are ticklish is GLORIOUS information that i sure hope no one will take advantage of👀)