#ler!splinter
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rottmnt tickle head cannons? What is your favorite tickle trope for Rise? (As in who is your favorite Lee/ler scenario)
🐢Rottmnt Tkl Headcanons♡
~Oooooh my Rise hcs! Sorry I've been so dead recently, school is kicking my ass this semester (⊙﹏⊙). I'll do character hcs first, and the trope thing at the end. Much longer than my others for sure. I need to do more for these skrunkles tbh. Slight Rise spoilers if you squint. Sorry this took 8,000 years, and thank you for requesting!~
(Casey Jr Hcs)
💥Raph🧸
General:
We can all agree that this big ol’ teddy bear loves tickles, right?
Be it a fluffy comfort or destroying a bratty brother, Big Raphie is up for it.
Taking this into account, he feels like a switch.
Might admit he likes it around the right person, though his brothers have known for years.
He has to really trust someone to tell them.
Doesn't wanna seem like he's unfit to protect his brothers. As you can probably guess, he gets lovingly ejected from that mindset when people find out.
Lee:
If he gets a lee mood, he tries to hide it and fails miserably.
Big boy will have the dopiest grin around his playful brothers, which he does a horrible job at hiding.
Can't seem to focus on his advice-giving or training. It doesn't take long for his brothers to notice.
Worst spot is his underarms. You get him there and he'll give every dog near a NYC sewer grate a headache.
Melt spots are his palms and beneath his chin. Gentle scratches on either surface melt him into a happy, giggly puddle.
Likes being tickled by anyone really close to him. He's just gotta be in the right mood for it. April kills him most often.
Amazing thing to do to him is gentle melt-spot attention to help him relax. Toss in some reassurances and praise while you're at it. He'll be in a blissful daze for hours.
Ler:
Mostly a revenge-ler, but he can also randomly get ler moods.
He loves the Tickle Monster persona, always uses it on his brothers when they're being shitheads.
A softer ler, though he isn't afraid to wreck someone if they refuse to quit (or ask).
When he's being nice, soft scribbles, flurries of pokes, and side squeezes.
“Cootchie-coo, ya cutie!”
When he's not-so-nice, you get one or two giant, inescapable tickle-claws attacking you, big squeezes and occasionally neck nibbles if he's feeling evil.
Mikey, Leo and April get it most often, though each for different reasons.
Mikey straight up asks, and big bro is more than happy to provide. Boy loves a willing lee.
Leo’s always a shit, and some Raphie tickles work wonders on taking him down a peg.
April either offers to let him tickle her as a stress/mood reliever or engages a tickle fight.
He gives the best aftercare ever (*˘︶˘*)｡♡. Cuddles, back rubs, maybe a nap in his cozy lap if you're comfortable with it. Potential hot chocolate if you're patient.
🗡️Leo✨
General:
Sassy man gives off ler-leaning switch.
Always in the mood to lovingly murder his brothers’ lungs, but occasionally likes to forget his name.
This playful goof definitely likes tickling, though he refuses to admit it. He needs to protect his coolness, afterall.
Lee:
When the lee mood hits, everyone in the house is immediately notified. Not directly, of course, but it's pretty obvious that something's up.
WAY more one-liners and flippy jokes than normal. Awkward finger guns at the end of jokes, little prods and pokes for no reason, just general annoyance.
In his mind, he'll either annoy them into wrecking him, or they'll pick up on it and help. Either way, he gets tickled.
If anyone tickles him, it's usually either Raph or Mikey. Raph gets tired of his shit the quickest, and Mikey is good at reading people.
Worst spots are his thighs and feet. Get him there, and there's no way he'll be able to even think about sassing anyone through his laughter.
Melt spots are his forearms. After a long day of patrolling the city and being awesome, some light traces there will make him a very happy turtle.
Ler:
Okay but the SASS
He's such a teasy bastard of a ler. Will tease and coo at his lee until they're a flustered, blushy mess. Then he'll call ‘em cute one more time, just because he can.
He frequently gets ler moods, but those are way easier to take care of than their opposite.
Most of the time, his lee will be Mikey or Donnie. His bubbly brother is almost always in the mood for a good tickle “fight,” and Donnie needs to relax sometimes.
Has a bit of a rough style, but does get softer moods sometimes.
During regular moods, he loves to dig into sides and bellies, attack death spots and blow raspberries to hear a lee squeal.
On softer occasions, he'll gently skitter his fingers along death spots, switching places whenever the giggling gets too loud. Maybe some tickly kisses if you're lucky
His aftercare typically consists of cuddling during a Jupiter Jim movie, snacks, and gentle praises. Makes sure his victims are smiling, even when his fingers aren't wiggling.
🎨Mikey☀️
General:
Sunshine boy loves tickling, both as a bonding activity and a coping method.
He's a lee-leaning switch for sure. Ready to get his ass handed to him, but open to helping out his brothers’ lee moods or cheering someone up.
Has magical “can say the t-word at any time” powers. You know he abuses the absolute heck out of said powers, too.
Lee:
Lee moods are no rare thing for this boyo.
Gets them very frequently, though he's actually able to ask for help when he needs it.
Either accidentally or on purpose, he's able to fluster his ler. He'll ask for more, one specific spot, tell them that they're doing an awesome job, ect.
When he gets super stressed, some cheer-up/calm-down tickles are much appreciated ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
A massive squirmer, he can't help it. Make sure to pin or hold him, or you might get an elbow to the nose (accidentally, of course; he'd never stop apologizing).
Worst spots are his knees and neck. Either spot gets him screeching, though he isn't likely to try and stop you.
Melt spot is his palms. With his mildly-terrifying mystic magic, some feather-light touches can be reassuring. Just make sure to ask first.
Everyone kinda rotates through wrecking him, though Raph and Donnie kinda dominate the field.
Either because they catch on/get annoyed the quickest or something else, he's usually found with them.
Ler:
Surprisingly formidable ler
Don't let his cinnamon-roll vibe fool you: this man can and will wreck your shit.
Tweaks his style a bit for each person. Super observant and tailors how and what he does to each lee.
Compliment-teases are his specialty. He'll have you blushing in 5 seconds flat.
“Aww, I love your blush! It's so bright and cute, just like you!”
“This squishy belly is just so ticklish, isn't it? Here I thought it was just adorable!”
“Was that a snort? No, don't hide it! Those are the best!”
His ler moods are a bit rarer, but they are absolutely something to fear (or enjoy while they last (◡ ω ◡)).
Super sweet aftercare. You can't escape cuddling (unless you can't handle the touch, he'll understand). Usually some hand-baked treats as well, depending on what he has hidden from his brothers.
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🛠️Donnie👾
He's a ler-leaning switch, but that's mainly because he's not always open for being touched.
He gets lee moods, but they're rarer. People have to ask before they try anything.
Even with ler moods, not always open to get somebody.
Communication with this boy is key.
Lee:
It takes a good combination of good day + not overstimulated + in a touchy mood, but he does get lee moods.
Tries to hide and ignore them, but it never works out. Either Shelldon finds him and helps, or one of his brothers stumbles across the mood.
If he’s super overwhelmed with a project and okay with touch, some light tickles are perfect for bringing him back to Earth.
Little hand flaps and kicks when you get him. Happy stims galore! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
Worst spot is his soft shell, though armpits are a close second. Loud, bright and occasionally hysterical reactions.
Melt spots are his belly plastron and tops of his thighs. Gentle traces and scratches on either spot leave him a stimmy, giggly puddle.
Most of the time, it’ll be Leo who tickles him. It’s usually for help calming down, though April isn’t far behind.
Will never admit it, but he does enjoy both sides of tickling.
Ler:
You know this mans uses his shell attachments to wreck people.
Those metal claws? Yeah, good luck- =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)
Very dramatic commentary on his lee’s reactions. His inner theater kid loves to shine. Either that, or complete monotone. There’s no in-between, and he’s never offered an explanation.
“Oh my, you’re laughing rather hard, my dear gigglebug!”
“Judging by this raucous laughter, I’d say this is your worst spot.”
“Oh, it tickles? Really badly? How unfortunate for you…”
Has absolutely made tickle-specific gadgets and I will die on this hill.
Remember the feather staff feature from the Shredder episode? He didn’t just have that for no reason.
Usually wrecks Mikey and/or Leo. They’re both very talented at provoking him, either on purpose or by accident.
His aftercare depends on his mood. If he’s cool with touch, he’ll cuddle and watch a movie with you. If not, you’ll usually get some pats from his claw and snuggles from Shelldon (yes lil’ dude is fine gimme a break)
📹April⚾
General:
Hmmmm toughie, but I’d say ler-leaning switch. Not all that ticklish, but willing to help if one of her brothers is in a bad ler mood.
She just kinda prefers to do the tickling most of the time, unless it’s for her bros.
Extremely confident, bears the magic power of saying the t-word whenever she pleases. You know she puts it to good use, too.
Being the sister of the family, she’s gotta put her bros in their places. Why not use tickling?
Lee:
While it’s not often, she’ll let Big Raphie tickle her if he needs to.
Sometimes that boy just needs someone to reassure him that he’s not hurting them while giggling their brains out.
She’s pretty good at sitting still, amazing poker face. Could easily dominate in the Arms Up game.
As I said before, not super ticklish. Serves her well in tickle fights (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
Only her ribs really get her laughing, but other than that it’s bubbly, pitchy giggles.
Doesn’t really have a melt spot, though if she had to choose a favorite, it’d be her belly.
Ler:
VERY very teasy. Easily-flustered lees be warned (˘ ˘ ˘)
Loves seeing her lee blush and sputter, finds it endlessly adorable.
“What? Oh, it tickles? Good, thought I might’ve been going too easy on ya!”
“Oooo, someone’s blushin’! How cute~”
“Wonder what would happen if I went for your worst spot… Only one way to find out!”
Giggles along with her lee. They’re adorable—how could she not?
As big sis, it’s her job to keep her brothers in line. Why not use tickling?
Frequently gives Raph calm-down/confidence-boosting tickles. Boy’s too stressed, in her opinion.
After him, it’s helping Donnie relax or pry him away from a project. Leo also needs to be taken down a peg every once in a while.
Super snuggly aftercare. Back rubs, praises and even some teases for the road, if ya catch my drift~
🔥Cassandra🏒
General:
I’m feeling ler on this one. She doesn’t seem like she’d enjoy being tickled too much, though she definitely doesn’t mind wrecking others.
Before the Hamato fam stepped in, she didn’t really have much experience in the tickly field.
Maybe one of her foot-face mentors, but other than that, nada.
That absolutely changes when she joins the bros.
Ler:
Ready to vanquish any “enemy” lee mood to help her friends out.
Rougher style normally, though she can be convinced to dial it back. You wanna forget your name? She’s your gal.
Takes her role sorta seriously, though she can be playful. Just depends on her mood.
If she does tease, it’s more observational than anything.
She just kinda says flustering stuff without meaning to.
“Well, no duh it tickles. That’s the whole point!”
“Not there? You asked me to tickle you, but scold me the moment I get somewhere? I don’t think so!”
Attacks everyone pretty evenly, but she does have a preference for April and Raph. They’re the most fun to take down, in her opinion.
Cass respects boundaries, of course. You genuinely want her to stop and she’ll be off you in seconds.
Doesn’t grasp the concept of aftercare quite yet. Once you can breathe, she’ll start asking for feedback.
“How was that? Did it really tickle? Details, giggler, details!”
If specifically requested, though, she does give a mean back-rub and/or massage. If your back or neck is ticklish, though, you’re gonna have a whole new problem~ ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )
💮Splinter🐀
General:
Splints has ler energy, ya know?
Like April, not super ticklish. He isn’t the biggest fan of being tickled, but if it’s with very specific people, he’ll tolerate it.
Doesn’t interact tickle-wise very often, but he does have his moments.
Is very aware that his children love it and tries to connect with them in that way sometimes.
Ler:
With his ninja skills and small size, he can take down even the brattiest of lees in seconds.
You see his tail? Yeah, absolutely uses it to help wreck his victims.
Very playful, goofy ler. Laughs along with his lee, makes little comments on their reactions.
“Oh my, little one. I never would have thought you’d be so sensitive!”
“Heheh, what a cute laugh! You really should let me hear it more often!”
When he notices any of his kids are down in the dumps, he sneaks in a few pokes and scritches with his tail.
If that doesn’t work, they get the full-Splints treatment. Reassuring teases, rougher tickles and his undivided attention.
He’ll bug Draxum when he feels like it, which is more funny than anything.
Reducing the broody goat-man to a giggling, cursing mess is therapeutic for him ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)
His aftercare is light and sweet. Head pats, reassurances, and a small cookie break for a nice close.
🌱Baron Draxum🐐
General:
Before the turtles, had little to no idea what tickling was about.
Sure, he knew that people laughed when it happened, but he couldn’t tell what was so great about it. It was just touch and laughter - no big deal.
Once the teetles got ahold of him, though? Yeah, that view changed pretty quick.
Turns out he’s a switch. Likes “destroying his nuisances” with the harmless technique, but doesn’t mind it being used on him.
Will never admit the latter, though.
Lee:
A LOT more ticklish than one would imagine. Like a few squeezes will leave him giggling and blushing like there’s no tomorrow.
He’s pretty good at hiding his lee moods, though they definitely aren’t repressible. Draxy feels them, but can keep others in the dark.
If anyone’s gonna notice, it’ll be Lou (Splinter). He knows the man the best, thanks to Mikey’s whole “fatherly-bonding” push.
Splints will help, though he’ll tease the shit out of the Baron the entire time.
While he’ll never tell the rat man, he enjoys the silly exchanges.
Worst spots are his hips and shoulder blades. Either place will have him stuck in a snorty, rumbling bout of hysterics.
Melt spots are his palms. He adores gentle traces there, lets him know somebody cares.
Ler:
Absolutely uses his mystic powers to help him.
Those vines? Yeah, restraints and tickle tools for days
Very smug ler, likes to tease his lees until they’re flustered messes. It’s done out of love, though, so can you blame him?
“This must be torturous, huh? The vines holding you still, my fingers on your worst spots… However, I don’t think I’ve heard you say stop…”
Usually tickles the teens if they’re annoying him, but also goes after Lou every so often.
He knows there’ll be repercussions, but life’s no fun without a little risk.
Huginn and Muninn are next in line. Surprising no one, they’re and attention whores. Draxy makes sure they get their fills.
Not the best with aftercare, but he tries. Back rubs and light praises while you catch your breath. Maybe some of his “confectionary wonders” if you’re brave enough.
*✧◍Favorite Trope & Lee/Ler Pairing◍✧*
Okay, so there’s no way I can pick a single favorite pairing. I love them all too much! I can, however, name my top 3.
lee!Raph, ler!April is definitely up there. I adore the big-siblings energy in their fics, and they just bond so well!
Pretty much anything with lee!Donnie in it. I love seeing the smarty-pants get got ( •̀ ᵕ •́ )
lee!Draxum and ler!Splinter. Okay, hear me out, but I love redemption arcs and enemies to friends/lovers/co-parents or whatever you wanna call what they have going on. They’re fun and I like fun.
For my favorite trope, I’m gonna have to go with cheer-up tickles, or more specifically, some stop-stressing-tf-out tickles. It’s always so fun to read how people would cheer up the boys, as well as write some super duper, totally not self-indulgent fics like that for myself. Maybe one day they’ll see the light, but don't count on it lol (¬////¬)
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Hey~! :D
Idk when or if you're releasing another fic for TMNT 2012 anytime soon, buuuuuut can I ask for some headcanons in the meantime~? 😇
If you have any to share that is. :3
Ofc you can my fellow Anon! (Funny you mention TMNT 2012- I’m literally working on a fanfic for it rn but shhhhh- didn’t hear it from me…)
~ TMNT 2012 Tickle Headcanons (pt.1) ~
Look at my children 💞✨💖💞💕🫶🏾🫶🏾- absolute angels who wouldn’t hurt a fly /j
I’m glad the fandom just…universally agreed that Leo is the most ticklish out of his brothers
It just makes sense
Mr. I’m-so-serious-and-I-have-to-set-an-example-for-my-younger-brother’s is ticklish???
Who would’ve known!
Definitely not Leo that’s for sure-
Was taken aback just by how ticklish he was and how much he liked it
I feel like Raph can say the t-word as if it’s just an everyday thing
Like to him, it’s just an everyday word. Sure, tickling itself is embarrassing, but the word? Meh. Not really.
Uses that advantage ALL THE DAMN TIME while talking
Saying shit like: “The adults or just having a tickle fight. It’s fine, you guys.” or “That tickled my fancy!”
As he just evily watches his siblings crumble at the mention of the word
He’s such an asshole ISTG /aff
Master Splinter knows his sons enjoy tickling so he always tickles them but uses excuses like “You need to be able to sense where I’m coming from, my son.”
As he’s just brutally tickling the hell out of one of them
He’s the tickle monster they all agree to never ever EVER cross paths with
(They love they’re Dad with all they’re hearts but he can be one hell of a tickle monster)
Mikey is the kind of person who will tickle his brothers with every single chance he gets
Leo’s meditating and he’s ignoring him? Tickles.
Raph is whining and bitching about Mikey’s awesome cooking skills? Tickles.
Donnie is being grumpy? Tickles.
He will take every moment in the day to tickle his older brothers
Which is simultaneously his downfall but he really doesn’t mind
He absolutely loves hearing his brothers laughter- it’s his favorite thing in the world
Ever since Leo got thrown through that window (R.I.P. buddy) and was in the tub healing, there were scars and cuts on his shell
He’s extremely self conscious about it and frequently tried to hide the back of his shell sometimes- thinking that his shell looked utterly disgusting and he shouldn’t have to let his family see it
Donnie, being the medic of the family, would always remind Leo that he shouldn’t be ashamed of his scars- that they loved him- scars and all
And sometimes (all the time), Donnie he will lightly trace over Leo’s shell scars, playfully scolding Leo about how he shouldn’t be ashamed of himself or anything about himself and that he should love himself for the way he is because he’s perfect
And Leo’s just all embarrassed and giggly whenever Donnie does that; squirming and blushing like a tomato, not being able to do anything but just take it
(I put a pt.1 to this bc most likely I will be adding on to these. I have so many HC’s for these dumbass turtles it’s honestly concerning. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!)
@itzystopkiddingmenowloco @skye-minecraftyt-blog @tickleebug @vxlepop @mythica0 @someone1348 @snugglyfluffle @prettychillbrainfreeze @td-obsessive-therapist-friend @charismakat
My fellow TMNT 2012 enjoyers 💖💞💖✨💕
#Sorry like more than half of this is HC’s of Leo#He’s my favorite#If you couldn’t already tell lol#TMNT 2012#TMNT 2012 tickle#TMNT 2012 Tickle Headcanons#Ler!Raph#Lee!Raph#Lee!Leo#Ler!Leo#Ler!Donnie#Lee!Donnie#Lee!Mikey#Ler!Mikey#Ler!Splinter#amazing anon#I love you guys sm#😭💞💖✨💕💞🫶🏾
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sure!! (I'm the anon you posted about) it could be the moment when splinter realized that his little turtles were ticklish maybe maybe when he was taking care of them or playing with them
A Loving Father
🎂:ROTTMNT
🧁:Tots Leo, Donnie, Mikey, Raph
🍫:Splinter
Summary: Splinter loves his kids, and he finally feels capable to play with them after 4 years. He finds out something that he would have never expected.
A/N: here ya go anon! Sorry for the wait ended up going to sleep before finishing these!
A Loving Father
Four years.
That’s how long it took him to be ready to be a father.
He loved his new children, he did, truly and wholly and unconditionally. But being a parent is hard, especially for someone still dealing with… a lot.
Red was already six. Blue and purple were five. Orange was only four.
Splinter decided that he was finally ready. Finally able to step up. And if he was going to be late, he was going to do it right.
After breakfast that morning, he sat the tots down around him and told them a little game he had planned.
“You guys run around, and I try to catch you! It’s called ‘tag’. Sound fun?”
The little one’s eagerly nodded. They were gonna play a game with dad!
“I’ll give you a ten second head start!”
“Everybody scatter!” Leo shouted as dad started counting down from ten.
They all ran in different directions, their little feet carrying them further than one would expect.
Once the rat-man reached zero, he ran after his kids that were scattered across the living room.
He ran after blue first, considering it was the slider’s genius idea to go in all different directions.
“I gotcha blue!” He spoke, reaching out to tag his shell.
He didn’t expect his paw to graze blue’s shell, causing a squeak to fall out of his mouth.
Splinter thought for a moment as he ran after Leo, figuring it out in his head.
When he finally reached the tot, he scooped him up. “Gotcha! And it looks like someone is a ticklish little turtle~”
The father then poked all across blues plastron, causing him to squeak and giggle, chirps piercing the sounds every once in a while.
The turtles knew what tickling was, and had used it on eachother in the past, but had never expected dad to use it too!
Leo thought that maybe ratting out his brothers would get him free sooner, so he spoke through his chirpy giggles. “Whehehe ahall *chirp* ahare!”
“Oh are you now? Well, I better go test that theory, but first~” He then blew a raspberry into blue’s plastron, causing the slider to squeal in delight and fall into loud giggles.
Then dad set him down, and went to get the others.
The next turtle he chased was red. The snapper was rather large for his age, and was hence easy to spot and target.
Splinter chased red for awhile, finally catching him when he tripped on his tail.
“Come here, kid!” He called, starting up his attack on red’s shell.
The oldest turtle quickly fell into laughter, “Dahahahad! Ahahaha!”
“Yyyes~”
“Ihihit tihihihickles!”
“Of course it does! That is the point! But, I do have some other small boys to catch.”
And the rat man let him go to go hunt for the others.
The next target- purple. Splinter was rather surprised at how smart the little turtle was, and he was definitely more serious than his brothers. But he was still the funny one!
When he caught purple, he decided to squeeze his tiny leg and see what happened.
“Eee! Dahahahad Noho!”
“Dad yes!”
The soft shell giggled loudly as he was attacked, squirming and writhing the whole time, trying to get free.
“Wohoah! Someone’s feisty!”
“Lehehehet mehehe gohoho!”
“Ahalright, alrihight.”
Splinter let purple go and started back up the chase for the last turtle standing, orange. The youngest.
The small box turtle was already giggling like a lunatic as he ran, no doubt expecting what was going to happen once he was caught.
“Come here orange!” Dad shouted as he ran.
“Eheheheee! Yohou cahahant cahahatch mehehe!”
“Oh yes I can~ gotcha!” The rat shouted, poking orange’s neck.
“Noho!” The smallest turtle squeaked out as he fell to the ground.
“Yes! Such ticklish little things you all are!”
“Ehahaha! Dhahahad! Nohohot thehehere!”
“Not there? Not where? Here?” He spoke, poking his neck again.
The kid scrunched up his head and ducked it into his shell, giggling crazily.
“Oh, well, guess I’ll just- pbbt!” He blew a raspberry into the back of orange’s shell, causing his head to pop out.
“Eheheheehehe! Okahahahay! Okahahahay!”
“Alright I’ll let you go.” He spoke, walking over to the spot where the other three had waited.
“Alright, time for a nap, you four.”
“Okay, dad.” They chorused. They were all ticketed out from their game!
Splinter loved his boys so much. He was going to try his best to be a loving father.
———THE END————————————————
#parrotwrites#sfw tickle community#rottmnt tickles#lee!turtle tots#lee!leo#lee!donnie#lee!mikey#lee!raph#ler!splinter#parrotanswers
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HO HO HO
Merry Christmas to my new friend.
lee!leo (2003) ler!splinter (2003)
Splinter lurked into the training room, he forgot to turn off the lights in the lair. Don't wanna run up them bills am I right? (They probably commit tax evasion but ignore that for now). Splinter laid his eyes upon his son, his blue clad son meditating in the center of the room. Normally he'd applaud meditation, but at 2 am was huge no no. He gone through this with Leonardo so many times. He walked up behind his son and sat not hiding his presence at all.He heard a gulp in Leo's throat.
"Greetings Sensei" Leo stated with slight nervousness.
"We conversed about this already" The rat man reponded calmly.
Leo opened his eye and spun around to meet his father's.
"I already feel you wish to argue, so if you truly wish to stay, then you must beat me in a spar" challenged Splinter.
Leo knew he might not win but her at least wants to try.
They standed off to the sides of the room, guarding block up.They circled all arond the room as Leo looked for entrances and he smirked as he noticed one and went right for it.
*smack!* Leo fell on his face.
"You fell for that too easily my son, you are tired" Splinter scolded lightly.
"Heh, you won Sensei, Ill get out" said the turtle boy but Splinter's grip tightened.
"Oh no, my son we are not done" Splinter replied with his own smirk forming.Splinter rolled Leo onto his shell and scribbled his claws gently on his son's neck.
"Mahahaster" giggled Leo
Splinter took one of his hand and went for Leo' armpits. Leo immediately clamped his arm down, inevitable trappin Splinter's hand.
"HAHAHNOHO"laughed the teen.
Splinter moved his other hand to Leo's side and scribbled.Leo slapped at Splinter's arm but twas a futile effort. Splinter then remebered when his boys were toddlers and leonardo would be in the same position laughing his little head off. Splinter moved the hand scribbling his side to Leo's other arm pit. Leo was so tired that he let himself go limp.
"PLEAHEHEHSE"Leo cackled.
Splinter got up and began leaving. "Five more minutes" he stated allowing Leo a bit more time. Leo took that 5 minutes and laid there a giggly mess then went to bed.
To: @sunsetsandsunshine
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Hello there! I red almost all of your ROTTMNT related stuff and I must say your writing is sooooo good! You have a talent for that!
Also, if you dont mind me askin, I would really love to see how Lou Jitsu (in his human form and/or as Splinter) would react to have around a ticklish Y/N.
Also, any possibility that we could see Draxum too with a somehow Ler behaviour towards Y/N?
With that said,
Hope you havin a great day!
HIII! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I am so so so sorry this is so late but I still hope you enjoy!
This is such an amazing request! I'm so excited to do this!
I hope you have an amazing day as well my friend! :]
Tw: none this is adorable!
Side note: All of this is completely platonic!
With all of that being said let's get into it!
-K :]
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Lou Jitsu! (Human form):
-We're gonna assume for these headcannons you're an actor that was meant to do a movie with him (because I can't think of anything else for human lou!) But!
-He's Having a field day when he found out you were ticklish
-You were anxious about a scene because no matter what you tried it kept getting turned down and nothing was going right
-So he knocked on your trailer door with a rose to try and help cheer you up after the scene was shot for what felt like the 50th time
-After he put the (non thorned) rose in your hair/behind your ear and it accidentally tickled your neck he was on cloud nine!
-"Are you?-" "nO!"
-He tickled you to make you smile, after getting the go ahead, because he's respectful! and reassured you that the scene didn't matter and that everything was going to be okay!
-Let's just say now every time you have stage fright, he'll always be right there to make it all feel better again, in his own little Lou jitsu way!
Splinter! (Lou in rat form!):
-He already knew you were ticklish from seeing the way you acted with his boys!
-So when he finds you alone, upset, he sat down next to you until you were ready to talk about it
-"If any of my boys did this I promise you they'll be grounded" he said half jokingly trying to get you to crack a smile
-after you calmed down enough he asked if it was alright to hug you which you happily accepted he gently nuzzled his whiskers into a tickle spot of yours which got you giggling
-"This normally helps my son's I don't understand what's got you so giggly, I said nothing funny" He joked as he skittered his fingers around more of your tickle spots
-He continued until you felt better again
-"I'm always here if you need anything kid, you're family, no matter what"
Barron Draxum!:
-He is both happy and intrigued! And confused!
-He doesn't know the first thing about humans so when he poked your side to get your attention and you laughed he looked at you as if he was solving a difficult math equation!
-"Why did you laugh? What was that?" He asked in his monotone voice as he did it again to experiment what was happening
-After you explained to him what was going on, and he remembered what Mikey told him about it, he nodded
-"I see, can I do it again?" He asked curious to learn more, it could be a useful weapon, you never knowww (his words!)
-I mean can you blame him, it worked before ('Many Unhappy Returns' episode!)
-If you said yes to his request he's going to run every experiment possible, like Donnie, to study more and learn more about these humans
-He will absolutely be reporting this back to Mikey!
-I wish you the best of luck my friend!
-In the future though if you ever do need a pick me up, Draxum will be there too, You're a friend of the turtles so you're family to him
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I'm sorry if these were too short! I hope you all enjoyed them anyway! :]
I hope everyone has a great day/evening/night! Because you truly deserve it! Treat yourself, Take care of yourself and know that I am so proud of you for existing! /p /gen /pos
-K :]
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I just remembered, Its Canonical that Splinter used a silly Voice with a Tengu Mask for the Turtles Ninja Graduation.
Now I'm imagining Splinter chasing Turtles Tots around using the Silly Voice to chase them around as the tickle monster lol.
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Storms
Hazbin TK fic
Writing this because there's currently a storm going on that's not supposed to end until 7 pm, and I'm not doing well :)
Lee!Alastor, Ler!Lucifer
Alastor might be ooc
CW: Fear of storms?? Anxiety
Summary: Hell gets a really bad storm, and Alastor isn't as composed as he normally is. When Lucifer finds out the reason why, he decides to put their rivalry aside and help him out.
BOOM
Alastor gripped his cane tightly in his hands, his permanent grin slightly more strained than usual. Wordlessly, he stood up from his seat and made an excuse to Charlie about needing to finish up some scripting for his next broadcast.
He turned and left the lobby, his shoes clicking as he walked down the hall.
CRAAACK!!
His breath caught in his throat as he picked up the pace a little, his ears starting to fold back.
"Heeey, Bambi!" Lucifer called, appearing in front of him. Oblivious to the Radio Demon's distress, he grinned, ready to harass him. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"
Alastor gripped his cane so hard he thought he was about to snap it. "Not that it's any of your business, your highness, but I'm heading back to my room." He replied, trying to mask his fear behind his usual smile and sass.
As thunder sounded again, softer this time, more of a rolling sound, Lucifer picked up on Alastor's anxious demeanor. His tail flicked, and his ears were pinned back a little.
The king chuckled, "Oh come on, don't tell me you of all demons are scared of a little-"
BOOOM!!
Lucifer blinked and looked around. Had Alastor disappeared? The light sound of microphone feedback caught his attention, and he turned to see that Alastor hadn't disappeared into shadow, but instead dropped to the floor and hidden under a table in the hall.
Alastor's ears were fully pinned back as he shook and pressed himself back against the wall.
Sensing this was something deeper, Lucifer kneeled down to be eye level with him. "Hey," he started, speaking softly, the same way he had to Charlie when she was a child and scared of the dark, "You're okay, Al. This hotel was built with angelic power, the storm isn't going to break in."
Alastor, eyes wide still, looked up at the king. When Lucifer took a chance and reached a hand out, he was surprised when Alastor took it.
"When I was a child," the demon started, his voice losing its radio filter, "a really bad tornado hit Louisiana. It devastated our town and nearly destroyed my home. I was in the cellar with my mother for hours until we were found."
Lucifer's eyes widened a little bit, as he felt his heart break for the demon. He gave Alastor's hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "You know, Charlie used to be afraid of storms too-"
Alastor forced a short laugh. "Wonderful, I'm behaving like a child." He pulled his hand away, and climbed out from under the table, feeling embarrassed for having acted like that in front of his rival. As another boom of thunder sounded, Alastor froze and gripped the table so hard, the wood started to crack and splinter.
Lucifer summoned his wings and wrapped one side around Alastor. "Let me walk you to your room-" Alastor shook his head. "My room is modeled to look like the swamps of Louisiana, I can't-... I can't stay in there during a storm."
"Alright then... My room, come on." He turned and started to guide Alastor in the opposite direction. He folded his wings in and de-summoned them, as to let Alastor retain his dignity when they passed by the lobby again.
As he was being guided, Alastor didn't once argue or complain, much to the surprise of Lucifer. He actually stayed rather close to the king, ears down, forcing himself to take deep breaths.
When they reached Lucifer's room, there was a flash of lightning, causing Alastor to rush in quickly. Seeing Alastor break character so much was very odd and concerning to the king. For as long as he had known the demon, Alastor had the attitude of someone who was untouchable. And now here he was, shaking, and bleating like a scared fawn.
He sighed, feeling bad for him. He remembered when Charlie would come running into his room scared, during a storm. Back then, he would have scooped her up into his lap, and they would have counted the seconds between the flashes of lightning and the cracking of thunder. And when that didn't work, he'd- Oh there's an idea.
"Alastor?" He started, taking his hat off and setting aside. "You wanna know what I used to do with Charlie when she was scared of storms?" He asked with a smile.
The Radio Demon turned to face him. He was still holding onto that smile, but his eyes showed just how distressed he was. He tilted his head.
Lucifer waved him over, sitting down. "I'll show you, sit down." Alastor approached and sat next to him, willing to try anything at this point to calm his nerves. He set his cane aside and let out a surprised fawn squeak when the king just opened his coat. He was obviously wearing a shirt underneath, but he hadn't expected for Lucifer to touch him.
"It was a little game we'd play. You ready?" Before Alastor could question it, he saw another flash of lighting that made him jump. That was Lucifer's cue to start.
He reached forward and started to scritch his claws against Alastor's sides, up and down. The demon let out a startled yelp, and at first Lucifer thought maybe this was a bad idea. But when the host started to chuckle and lean into it, he smiled and continued.
As thunder rolled and boomed overhead, Lucifer slid his hands upward and spidered over his ribs. Alastor doubled over, laughing harder, yet he barely even noticed the loud noise, only able to focus on the tickling.
Playful claws zipped down and vibrated into his hips, and the radio host couldn't help but curl up and fall onto his side, tail wagging. He squeezed his eyes shut and laughed louder, his own hands shooting down to grab Lucifer's, yet he didn't push him away, seeming to be more than okay with this distraction.
The king gave his hips a break and reached up to gently scritch behind his ears. He couldn't stop the fond smile that painted itself across his face once Alastor's loud laughter melted away into staticky giggles.
Lucifer summoned his wings back and again, and wrapped them around Alastor, pressing them against his back. Alastor normally hated touch, but he welcomed this. It was warm, and the gentle, constant pressure against his back was helping with his anxiety, a lot actually.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Lucifer plucking one of his own feathers. His cheeks warmed and his ears folded back, but he didn't attempt to escape. He just squeezed his eyes shut again, and allowed the angel to flutter it under his chin.
Alastor burst into surprised giggles, shocked at just how ticklish it was. It definitely didn't feel like a normal feather, it was worse.
Lucifer chuckled, "Yeah, angels feathers, they're much more intense than birds." He saw the window flash, and brought the feather down to Alastor's tummy, pushing his shirt up. Right when the thunder started, he started to flick and flutter the feather against his skin, grinning to himself when Alastor jumped and curled up, laughing, gently batting at the king.
Yet he didn't even notice the storm outside.
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Built To Laugh (Good Omens)
(Lee!Crowley, Ler!Aziraphale)
Summary : Aziraphale has been laughing at Crowley all day. Maybe it’s the demon’s turn to laugh for a change?
A/N : this fic takes place after s1 but before s2! so obvs no spoilers for s2 here 😁 i also have not gotten my laptop fixed unfortunately so if there’s any errors it’s prbly cause i wrote this on my phone which i’m Not used to LOL
Word Count : 3304
hope u enjoy!! :)
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When Aziraphale gets in these moods, Crowley can’t help but smile. Well, internally smile. He sorta prides himself on the air of mystery that surrounds his emotions. So he bites his tongue as Aziraphale giggles at him, laughing at how utterly annoyed Crowley looks by his antics.
Aziraphale had found an old joke book in the shop. Well, not really old, when in the hands of beings that have existed since the literal dawn of time. Actually, it couldn’t have been published more than 30 years ago. But it was old in the sense that Aziraphale hadn’t touched it since it had been brought in all those years ago.
Aziraphale told a vague story to Crowley about how it had landed in his possession (this was, of course, after telling him a truly horrible knock-knock joke that Crowley demanded an explanation for why he was being tortured so unjustly). But that story doesn’t matter anymore. What does matter is how giggly Aziraphale has become since realizing how irritating this all was to Crowley.
“Blehck, HORRIBLE, just fffffucking—You’re the angel, I’m the one supposed to be torturing you right now,” said Crowley, exaggerating his hatred of dad jokes just a bit (not by much, these jokes truly were horrible) just to see Aziraphale do that thing when he giggles, covering his mouth and clutching that wretched joke book.
“That was a really bad one, wasn’t it?” Aziraphale said once he collected himself.
“Yes, yes, it was, now will you please stop before I groan myself to death?”
“Always with the dramatics, you are,” said Aziraphale, before grinning, “Just one more?”
Crowley grimaced. “Grk…for the road, I suppose.”
Aziraphale beamed. “Yes, for the road!” He stuck his nose right back into the book, and it wouldn’t be such an unfamiliar sight if he hadn’t been looking up at Crowley every other second just to watch the demon stir.
When Crowley heard a gasp from Aziraphale, he knew he’d found his grand finale. Maybe he’d saved the best for last? (And in the angel’s opinion, he had. Just not in Crowley’s favor.)
“Alright. Are you ready?”
“Get on with it.”
“Yes, but are you ready ready?”
Crowley stuck an eyebrow up. Aziraphale just kept smiling. ‘He really is in the best mood today, isn’t he?’ Crowley thought.
“Crowley, do tell me…when is a door not a door?” His cheeks were plump with the force of his giddy smile.
Crowley blinked. His arms were crossed, laying back lazily against the bookshop’s old cushion chair. He tapped his finger against his arm impatiently.
Of course, this just made Aziraphale smile bigger.
“Come on! You have to play along, it’s part of the fun!”
“For you, angel, part of the fun for you.”
“Maybe you’ll start having fun too if you work with me here.”
“You’re working me, that’s what’s happening right now.”
“Just ask and this will all be over with,” Aziraphale raised his brows for a moment like he does when he gets all smug and silly. Crowley had to bite his tongue not to smile at that.
“Ffffffine,” Crowley sighed hard in feigned exasperation. “Well, I just don’t know, angel! When would a door not be a door? Seems like a paradox to me!”
Aziraphale bit his lip. “When it’s ajar!”
Crowley could only stare blankly at the tittering angel before him. It was a bit hard to conceal his own giggles as Aziraphale burst into laughter seeing Crowley’s unamused expression. But he held steadfast, refusing even the slightest chortle. Crowley hadn’t seen Aziraphale laugh like this in what felt like a millennia.
“You’re a silly one, Aziraphale. A real splinter in my ass.”
Crowley hadn’t seen a more angelic sight in so long. He felt his own face grow warm watching as Aziraphale tried collecting himself, but found he’d been caught back in his deadly case of the giggles. It was just precious.
“You think you’re a real comedian, don’t you?” Crowley said while trying to cover his own smile slyly, elbow now propped on the arm of the chair as he pushed his face into his hand. He tried looking as annoyed as possible.
Soon, Aziraphale caught his breath, a stray giggle leaving every few moments despite himself. They were now staring at each other, both too lost in the moment to think too hard on the implications of it.
But, as it usually goes in moments like this, Aziraphale put the brakes on first. He sat the book on the side table next to him before pushing himself off the chair. “Well, that was rather fun. But I do have some paperwork to fill out regarding the shop. Upstairs always feels the need to know how it’s running,” He gave Crowley an empathetic smile that almost said ‘It did feel good, but you know it can’t last.’ At least, that’s how Crowley interprets it. It’s the same smile he’s been giving him all these years, after every little moment the two shared.
It wasn’t the type of smile Crowley wishes to see on Aziraphale. He rather liked the real ones, with Aziraphale’s round cheeks going pink, the ones with the little lines appearing next to his squinted eyes. Those made him feel warm. This smile always feels distant…more cold.
“Yes well…guess I should be goin’ then, wouldn’t want to distract you from your heavenly duties,” Crowley made his voice go all funny on the last words, almost snarling. Maybe he was trying to make Aziraphale laugh. If he had been, it didn’t work.
“Oh you’re more than welcome to stay! I do believe I have some wine left over from last time, if you want to get started before…well, I thought I could maybe join you after I’m finished,” Aziraphale looked bashful. Apologetic, almost. But he chippered up quickly, pointing a finger to the sky. “Heavenly duties!” He repeated the demon’s words with a hummed chuckle, before retreating away to his study.
He’s always been like this. Leaving before Crowley could accept, so once Aziraphale returned from work it’s like it was entirely Crowley’s decision rather he’d stay or not. Like Aziraphale hadn’t offered in the first place. But that was fine with Crowley. Because even if Aziraphale pretended it hadn’t happened, they both knew it had, and there was a silent agreement between them to not bring it up.
So Crowley did wait in that back room of the shop, where all the giggles and jokes and flirtatious annoyance had grown that lovely tension to start the evening off right once Aziraphale returned.
He didn’t, however, start drinking yet. Crowley rather liked to start sober when they drank together. That way it felt more like an activity they were starting together rather than one Aziraphale was just joining him on.
It was around two hours Aziraphale worked before returning. He walked into the back, giving a surprised smile seeing Crowley had indeed waited for him.
“Ah, you grabbed the good bottle, I see,” Aziraphale wiggled his fingers in the air like one would before diving into a slice of cake. He noticed the bottle had been unopened, and did not mention it.
“Dunno, seems a good night for it,” Crowley popped the cork out with ease, filling one glass he’d brought in for Aziraphale before taking a swig straight from the bottle.
“Oh? And why is that?” Aziraphale sat on his preferred chair before taking the glass and sipping in a dignified manner.
Crowley wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “You just seemed in a good mood today s’all. Figured we could end the night right, proper wine to get your mind out of all that blasted paper.”
“Ah. Well, I suppose I was in rather high spirits earlier. I don’t know what it was about all those jokes, but at the moment they really tickled my funny bone,” Aziraphale took a sip and hummed delightedly.
“Right tickled you were. Could hardly catch your breath, and they weren’t even funny jokes, angel. Really, I’ve got to introduce you to some actual comedians cause it was just a sad display of your humor.”
Aziraphale looked into the glass, swirling his wine. He gave a shy smile without looking up at Crowley. “Maybe it was partly so funny because you just seemed so…agitated by it all.”
Crowley’s eyes widened a bit, surprised Aziraphale actually admitted to it. He couldn’t hold back a smile anymore, and he’d blame the wine for it if you asked. “Oh so I’m what got you all giggly earlier?”
Aziraphale rolled his eyes, but he too couldn’t keep a smile off his face if he tried. He’d also blame the wine. “Oh hush, you wily serpent. It was just funny seeing you so irritated at simple jokes.”
“Nah nah, we’re not moving past this. You think I’m funny!”
“I never said that. If you must know I was…laughing at your expense,” Aziraphale hid his mischievous smile behind the glass as he took a sip.
Crowley gaped in amused disbelief. “So you were making fun of me then? Right, okay, I see how it is-”
“Well it’s a little hard not to when you have such a silly reaction to it!” Aziraphale gestured his free hand towards Crowley as if to say he’s doing it right now.
“Silly reaction? Whaddya mean silly reaction, all my reactions are perfectly rational and mean-spirited and never, never silly,” he growled the word as if to prove his point, but he only succeeded in making Aziraphale giggle again. He turned his head to hide his smile.
Aziraphale took a quiet sip from his glass again, his eyes peering over the edge to look at Crowley. Once he put the glass back in his lap, he said, “I rather like when you’re silly, darling.”
Crowley blushed deep. Darling? He—Aziraphale rarely ever used the word darling. But every time he’s done it these 6000 years (which, again, hadn’t been too often) it sent something wicked through Crowley’s system.
Crowley changed the topic quickly. If he didn’t, he’d probably combust from having to think too hard about what all that meant, and if it meant anything at all.
So they talked for a while. About nonsense, mostly. Just jabber to fill the silence and let out all the thoughts they’d been thinking and waiting to share with the other. They’d both grown just a tad tipsy at this point, and Crowley was almost ready to grab another bottle.
Mainly because he wanted to steer back to their first topic again.
“Yknow I was just thinkin’…you said you, er—that you like when I’m silly, or whatever it was you said. And I…well, I rather like it when you laugh. Has that, er…angelic quality to it. But not in a bad way, I suppose.”
Aziraphale smiled. “Oh. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me, it’s literally in your DNA, if we even have that. Do angels and demons have DNA? I suppose not, but I mean something’s gotta compose all that’s happening here, physically I mean,” Crowley rambled, now definitely tipsy. He took another swig. “But, yeah like, there’s literally that saying, ‘angelic laughter.’ It’s all up in you, you’re built to have a good laugh.”
“Yes, maybe so. But you have a nice laugh, Crowley! So it can’t all be angelic,” said Aziraphale.
“I do not have a nice laugh. You may have angelic laughter, but I’ve got a demonic cackle. Very different things,” Crowley could feel himself blush, but it was all thanks to the wine. Most definitely.
“I have heard you laugh on many occasions, and in none of them would I describe it as a demonic cackle. If anything you’re more of a giggler,” Aziraphale reached his glass out to Crowley, and through instinct he filled it for him.
“We are not doing this, I refuse to have this argument,” Crowley said before arguing, “Giggling is not something I am even capable of. Not in my DNA.”
“I thought you established we don’t have DNA?”
“Point stands, it’s not in my bones. Giggling is-is-it’s, well— it’s childish, for one, and children aren’t typically seen as demonic.”
“After helping raise Warlock I’d beg to differ, and he wasn’t even the Anti-Christ we thought he was-“
“STILL, angel, still! Point stands, not going back on it. Let’s change the subject, let’s talk about-about dolphins or some nonsense, I don’t really care-“
Aziraphale stood from his chair, and Crowley shut up. He sat next to Crowley on the sofa.
“What are you doing?” Crowley’s voice was low and suspicious. Aziraphale sat his glass on the table, even going so far as to take the bottle from Crowley’s hand to do the same. Crowley let him, of course, but not without raising an eyebrow. “I said, what are you doing?”
“I’m glad you’ve taken that leather coat off, or this would be a much harder ordeal than it needs to be,” Aziraphale said before cracking his knuckles dramatically, waving his hands about as if to loosen them. Crowley’s brows were furrowed and eyes wide.
“That explains absolutely nothing,” Crowley leaned back against the couch, as if to say ‘nope, this isn’t affecting me at all, I’m not the least bit nervous about whatever it is you’re planning right now. I am the image of relaxed.’ His leg was bouncing.
“Well, you claim that you don’t giggle. I want to counter that argument, and I know exactly how to do it,” Aziraphale gave Crowley a devious smile, one an angel shouldn’t be allowed to pull, before wiggling his fingers in the air towards Crowley. Crowley immediately backed his body away, only getting as far as the arm of the couch.
“No, no—you cannot—this is not the direction I’m letting this conversation go!” Crowley held his hands up defensively, curling his legs into himself like the snake he was.
“Come now, you can’t handle a little friendly competition?”
“Hell do you mean competition?! You tickle me, I lose, there’s no competition to be had!” Crowley practically shouted, his nerves taking over.
Crowley had always been on the more…sensitive side, one might say. It was something Aziraphale always found a little too amusing. “You’re a demon!” He’d say, “It’s just so silly how a demon could be as ticklish as you are!”
Crowley did not find it silly. In fact, he found it to be quite the pain in his ass. How was he supposed to look all scary and menacing and demonic when pinching his belly made him fall into laughter so unlike him?
“So you admit you would giggle if I tickled you?”
“When did I ever say that?” Crowley was trying to shove Aziraphale away with his feet now, kicking (maybe too softly) at his thighs like it would do a thing. Aziraphale held his ground like a solid rock.
“Well you said you’d lose! So obviously that means you would giggle if I were to, say…” Aziraphale quickly grabbed hold of one of Crowley’s pestering ankles, scribbling his nails into the socked sole.
“GAHK! NO-!” Crowley shouted, thinking maybe if he expelled his energy through loud sound he might not fall into those giggles Aziraphale apparently thought so much of.
But he didn’t hold strong for long. Luckily, though, his feet were a little too ticklish for mere giggles. Instead, he cackled like no one’s business, so maybe he would win this argument after all.
“Stop! Ahahangel stop! I’ll kick you!” Crowley barked out through roaring laughter. He actually was already kicking Aziraphale, but it was still at his thighs like before. He was just worried he’d eventually nail the angel right in the nose if he kept up with it.
“Well, you aren’t exactly giggling, but maybe it’s just because your feet are too ticklish,” Aziraphale inquired like a scientist running a study. Crowley wrapped his arms around his midsection through his laughter.
“Yehehes they ARE! Now quihihit!” Crowley couldn’t take tickling on his feet for too long, it really was too horrible to bear. Curse this wretched vessel and its terrifyingly sensitive nerve endings.
Without saying a word, Aziraphale darted his hands to the spot just above Crowley’s knees, giving them quick pinches and observing Crowley like a specimen.
“Ohoho nohoho! Angel plehehease!” Crowley felt his resolve slipping, falling into a more giggly realm than before. He gripped onto Aziraphale’s wrists like a lifeline, not shoving him away out of pure trust. Goodness, feelings were a curse.
“Aha! I believe I’ve found quite the giggly spot on you, Anthony!” Aziraphale teased. He only ever used that name when he was trying to get under Crowley’s skin, and damn it if it wasn’t working.
Crowley hated how quickly his face began to flame, a small blink-and-you-miss-it whine slipping from his lips. “You cahahan’t do this to mehehe!” He playfully swat at the hands tickling his knees, rolling over like it’d deter his situation at all. “I’m druhuhunk you bahastard!”
“Yes yes, drunk and oh so giggly,” Aziraphale reiterated, really driving it home how he’d won their little argument. “But it’s so divine hearing you like this, I really don’t want to stop.”
God, Satan, someone help him. Not because Crowley needs the saving, but because now he’s not sure he wants to be saved.
“Ehehevil! Wrehehetched angel!” Crowley giggled, before letting out a very undemonic squeak as fingers began pinching up and down his sides. Aziraphale was practically hovering over him now, and if Crowley’s face wasn’t warm before, it was searing hot now.
“Nohohoho!” Crowley swat at Aziraphale’s hands and arms, squirming from side to side and his midsection was attacked viciously by angelicly gentle fingers.
“Why not, Crowley?” Aziraphale pinched Crowley’s lower ribs, a killer spot on the demon he was very familiar with.
“Behehecause!” Crowley had no good retort in his giggly state, head swarming with endorphins.
“Because why?” Aziraphale was mean when he was in these moods.
“You bahahastard!” Crowley flopped to one side just to protect half of himself (and also to hide his face in the back of the couch), now letting Aziraphale play with his open side like a grand piano. It was miserably fun.
Crowley let Aziraphale play with his ribs for a solid two minutes, giggling his head off into the cushion, before finally having enough and grabbing Aziraphale’s wrists for real this time.
He panted, still hiding his face in the couch. “You…are without a doubt, the most evil angel to ever be created. Just…just deplorable.”
“Oh come on. You can’t say you didn’t have a little fun,” Aziraphale spoke softly, still tipsy and stroking Crowley’s arm like it was second nature.
“I absolutely can say that, actually. Wouldn’t—wouldn’t exactly qualify bein’ tortured as my favorite pastime,” Crowley curled in on himself, if only to hide his lingering smile.
“Always so dramatic,” said Aziraphal before giving Crowley a pat and raising himself off the sofa. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I could certainly do with some more wine, and we’re just about empty. I’ll be back in a moment, dear.”
Aziraphale once again left the room, leaving Crowley to lie on his back and ponder. Thoughts of how silly that situation was, imagine one of the higher ups seeing him in that kind of state. It’d be to the pit for Crowley in an instant. Well, if he still worked for them that is.
Also, Aziraphale had been really pulling him around all day, hadn’t he? Laughing at his expense, tickling the daylights out of him when he’s utterly inebriated. Well, that just won’t do. Won’t do at all.
An angel doesn’t get to just play with a demon all he likes and expect no repercussions.
Crowley pondered some more on that. Just thoughts of revenge and a devilishly ticklish angel he can’t wait to get his hands on.
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a/n : hope u liked it!! thankfully not as sad as my last one i couldn’t take more angst LMAO
#tickle community#tickling#tickle fic#good omens#good omens tickling#lee!crowley#ler!aziraphale#ticklish crowley
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Cheering up a genius
Fandom: ROTTMNT (Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)
Lee: Donnie
Ler: Leo
Other characters: Raph, Mikey (mentioned), Splinter (mentioned)
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Raphael was walking in the lair, walking to his room when he heard some sobs coming from his younger brother, Donatello, and decided to tell Leonardo.
"Let me handle it, He's been my twin for a while now, and I'm the one who's going to cheer him up bc, Mikey isn't really gentle with Doctor Delicate Touch on D, and I know when he gets into one of his "moods"" Leo said to the snapping turtle.
He walked to Donnie's room and knocked on the door, "D? You in he-" he cut off short when he found his purple twin under the blanket, sobbing.
He walked over to him and softly spoke to him, "Are you ok, hermano?"
"No! Leave me alone!" Donnie choked up as his sobs got louder, his face completely red as tears ran down his face.
Leo grabbed his side and lightly grabbed his shell to pull his twin in for a hug until he saw Donnie giggle softly. He smirked, cause, of course he did! It's Leo!! "D, why you gigglin'?" He mischievously asked as he skittered his hand up and down Donnie's shell.
Donnie started laughing, and, oh mi gosh! It was the purest thing Leo has ever heard from his grumpy twin!
"Nahahardohoho! Stohohop ihihit!" Donnie weakly said as he tried to cover his mouth.
"Don't hide that smile of yours, dear twin-o-mine!" Leo smirkingly said, uncovering Donnie's mouth and continued tickling his shell.
"LEHEHEO, IHIHIHI'M SEHEHEHERIOHOHOUS!!!"
"Ohohokay, ok, I'm stopping."
Leo knew how to respect boundaries more than any other turtle there, including Splinter, so he stopped.
The soft shell pulled the red-eared slider into a hug and smiled widely.
Grumpy turtle + tickles = Happy turtle
#ROTTMNT tickles#lee!donnie#ler!leo#rise michelangelo#rise raphael#rise leonardo#rise donatello#rise mikey#rise raph#rise leo#rise donnie
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Lee Mikey 2012? Maybe he’s being annoying and the others get revenge
Sure thing! I'm getting a load of requests right now, but I'll try to write one every day or two!
Anyways I hope you enjoy!
Lee! Michelangelo
Ler! Raphael, Donatello, Leonardo
TW! Implied swearing
(this gif is so silly 👆🗣️‼️‼️)
It was another casual day, the turtle teens going about their lives. Leo was meditating, trying his best to figure out another one of Master Splinter's mysterious inquiries; Donnie was examining yet another Kraang machine and Raph was training, beating the crap out of a punching bag.
Everyone was doing something productive- except for Mikey. He hadn't been able to focus all day. Once one thing caught his interest it lost its spark after a couple minutes. Needless to say, he was bored.
The freckled turtle began humming yet another song, but ended up forgetting the rhythm, instead opting to just lay on the ground.
That is, until he got an idea.
Tiptoeing to his brother's room, Mikey snuck through the hallway in an attempt to distract himself. He made it into the room and immediately found what he was looking for: Spike. Raphael had always been protective of his pet tortoise, but because he wasn't in his room, he was free to play with him! Right?
Apparently not, because as soon as he had the reptile cradled in his arms, the fiery turtle bursted into the space, startling the orange-clad. "Mikey, do you mind telling me whaT THE F-" "Raphael. We do not use that language in this household."
An unexpected voice sounded right in Raph's ear. He jumped a little, although he immediately knew from the quiet tone that it was Leonardo. He let out a sigh, before remembering why he was mad in the first place. "Mikey came into my room without my permission! And even worse, he's messing with Spike! What if he hurts him?!"
While saying this, Leo sighed and gently took the said creature from Mikey, earning a little groan of annoyance as he was returned to Raphael. "Whatever. I'm boooored!" "Then just stop being bored." Raph deadpanned, a smug grin creeping up his face as his brothers rolled their eyes.
"Do you think if I scream really really loud, that pizza will start falling from the sky?" Leo and Raph looked in utter confusion and disbelief at who they were almost ashamed to call their brother. Almost. "What? What does that even mean?" both teens chimed in unison. "I dunno. I'm bored."
"Bored, huh?" a new voice approached, Donatello making his way towards the others with something that appeared complicated in hand. "Allow me to enlighten you on this new tech I'm working on. It's actually completely made of m-"
Donnie was cut off, Mikey jumping in the air with newfound energy. "Completely made out of burgers? Milkshakes? PIZZA?" "What? No, you numbskull. Never mind, you're not of the proper intelligence to understand anyways." the purple-masked turtle scoffed, though it didn't deter Mikey from being a pest for the time being.
"Your nerd stuff is boring anyways. I want something fun to do! Surely you could think of something, poindexter?" "Hey! That's rude!" conflict was building between the two, and Leo, unable to deal with yet another headache, had a plan that benefited all of them. Well, except for their ears.
"Alright, alright! That's enough!" the katana user pushed the brothers apart, directing their attention to him instead. "Mikey, if you want something fun to do, I'll give you something fun to do." and with that, Leonardo tackled his brother to the ground, seating himself upon his waist and pinning his flailing arms beneath his knees.
"Hey, not cool bro! What gives?" Mikey strained, attempting to free his arms, but to no avail. "Uh... Leo? What are you doing?" Raphael questioned, crossing his arms in confusion as he stared at the two. "Yeah, you're not gonna hurt him, are you?" the purple chimed in, slightly concerned as the leader of the group didn't usually participate in the whole 'Bullying Mikey shenanigans'.
"No, of course not." Leo waved them off, dismissing the turtles apparent concern. Mikey let out a sigh of relief. "I'm just going to... alleviate his boredom." he wiggled his fingers at Mikey's plastron, causing the youngest to let out a little "Eep!" while the others made the connection. Anticipatory giggles immediately came out of his mouth, evil smirks overcoming Raph and Donnie's faces.
"Youhu can't doho this! Lehet me gohoho!" Raphael stepped forward, cracking his knuckles. "No dice, man. You messed with Spike- now I'm gonna mess with you." and with that, fingers were digging into the trapped turtles rib-area, causing a loud shriek to bounce off the walls. Donatello flinched a little at the noise, but made his way over too as he recovered, setting his machinery down.
Leo smiled, glad that his brothers were agreeing on something- even if it was at Mikey's expense. The nunchuck-user was giggling his head off, laughter only intensifying as Donnie came forth and began poking various places on his plastron, taking note of the different reactions he caused.
Leo spidered along his brother's neck, startling slightly when he screeched. "You've been a pest all week. You had this coming." Raphael and Leonardo agreed, easily following the smallest's movements as he wiggled about.
"PleHEHEAse! Ihihi'm sOHORRY!" Mikey continued to evade his brother's hands, though it didn't do much. Legs kicked out as the turtle shut his eyes. When Leo switched to squeezing instead of spidering, his laughter increased tenfold, trying to tilt his head to one side to block the attack, only for the sensation to switch to the other side, the cycle continuing.
Donnie had moved down, experimentally squeezing the freckled-turtle's knee, carefully dodging a kick aimed at his head. Now Mikey was writhing. His knees were a definite bad spot for him, and he could only take so much before he started begging.
"DOHONIHIHIEE! STOHOHOHOP! IHI- I CAHAHAAN'T!" after glancing at his face, Raphael shrugged and dug into his armpits as Donnie let out a "Woop!" in celebration at his discovery. Leo, however didn't want to overdo it, and called them off.
"Okay guys, I don't think he can take much more. We'd better stop." their fingers slowed as Michelangelo gasped for air. The blue-themed turtle climbed off of him, patting his head. Donnie crawled forward to inspect his brother's face to make sure he was okay. Mikey curled in on himself, giggled slipping out every once in a while, but overall seemed okay. "You alright?"
"Yeah. Ihi'm fine. Thahanks Don." and with that, he let out a yawn, rolling onto his side. "Just don't try any funny business in my room again." Raph chimed in, all of the brothers watching as Mikey fell asleep.
"At least we tired him out for a while, huh?"
There we go! Didn't expect that one to be so long but whatevs! I hope you enjoyed more of my obsession-induced turtle chaos. 🤭
#tmnt tickle#tmnt 2012 tickle#teenage mutant ninja turtles tickle#teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 tickle#lee Mikey#ler Raphael#Ler Leonardo#Ler Donatello#ler Raph#ler Leo#Ler Donnie#Lee Michelangelo
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ROTTMNT Tickle Headcanons
Hey y’all, these are my headcanons for the turtle boys :)))
(Ngl these are kinda loose and I don’t follow them super strictly in my fics, but I still think they’re cute!)
(Also, I’m a sucker for Leo and Donnie being twins so I’m sorry for my favoritism showing lmao-)
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Raph
Ler:
He definitely prefers being the ler
He LOVES torturing his younger brothers
(Like, he loves messing with them, it’s just the older brother privilege)
Whenever he’s in a bad mood his younger brothers’ laughter always cheers him up
He WRECKS Leo when he’s being a little shit-
(Which is like all of the time-)
Whenever Donnie gets too cocky about being a genius he puts him in his place, but Donnie gets overstimulated quickly so he knows when to stop :)
Because Mikey is the baby, he’s always the main target for tickles from Raph
Lee:
He’s ticklish but not nearly as bad as the other three
His worst spot is probably his neck, but it’s hard to get to because he protects himself really well
He turns the tables so quickly
(I mean the dude’s massive, it’s easy for him-)
He doesn’t mind being tickled, especially if he’s rough-housing with his brothers
His laugh is very deep and rough, but if his brothers get him in the right spot his laugh gets more giggly
(His brothers absolutely LOVE hearing that side of him and will gang up on him just to hear it)
Mikey
Ler:
Dr. Delicate Touch really lives up to his reputation
(HE CAN BE RUTHLESS)
He loves to mess with Donnie and Leo especially
(Much like Raph, he also knocks Donnie down a peg when he’s being too cocky or grumpy)
HE TEASES
Like, so well???
None of his brothers can stand his teases-
LOVES to give tickle hugs :)))
Lee
HIS LAUGH IS SO CUTE
Like, he may be the smallest turtle, but his laugh is LOUD
Similar to Raph, I wanna say his neck is his worst spot
(He ABSOLUTELY SHRIEKS)
But he’s sensitive everywhere else as well
He doesn’t mind being tickled, but he isn’t touch-starved enough to crave it all of the time
Was always the target growing up because he was the youngest, Splinter had to save him from his older brothers a few times lmao
He hides in his shell if he can escape his brothers fast enough, which is usually a fifty-fifty
Donnie
Ler:
His teases are literally so monotonous they DRIVE HIS BROTHERS INSANE
LIKE-
He’s the dude that asks, “Why are you laughing?” while in the middle of tickling somebody
He has it out for Leo-
(That boy is just asking for it half of the time-)
Being twins, they always try to annoy the crap out of each other so they just target one another all of the time-
(He gets so smug it drives Leo up the wall-)
He loves to tickle Mikey when he’s being annoying or to get him back
He definitely prefers being the ler
(He likes to have power lmao)
Lee:
As much as he prefers being the ler, he’s too ticklish for his own good-
(Of course his brothers know Donnie gets overstimulated quickly so they never torture him for too long)
BUT HE DEFLECTS
I wanna say the back and sides of his shell are his worst spots, considering it’s his most vulnerable area-
(Luckily he has a battle shell on most of the time because his brothers would be so ruthless)
(Like one poke and he’s SHRIEKING)
His laugh is actually really wholesome, and his brothers love to hear it because he usually doesn’t genuinely laugh often :)
He doesn’t hate being tickled but it depends on the situation and who he’s with if he’s having a good time or not
(It’s kinda hit or miss with him)
Leo
Ler:
NOW- THIS BOY-
HE’S SO MEAN
(Like look at his fucking smirk-)
He points out the fact that his brothers are sensitive and uses that to be annoying
His teases aren’t as flustering as Mikey or Donnie’s, but HE IS SO OUT OF POCKET HE’LL MAKE FUN OF HIS BROTHERS
(Out of love of course)
He LOVES to mess with Donnie, like I said, the twins have it out for each other
(But also cheers up Donnie when he’s being edgy)
He also loves to get Mikey, he’s gotta mess with his baby bro too
He’ll get Raph if he’s feeling like being extra annoying lmao
He loves being the ler, but he’s almost always becomes the lee
Lee:
Bro is too confident he’s always a target-
I MEAN HE LITERALLY ASKS FOR IT
(He loves to poke and annoy his brothers I mean come on-)
That being said, he definitely likes being tickled, he thinks it’s fun and a good way to bond with his brothers :)
I think his worst spots are along his shell where his ribs would be and his sides
HIS LAUGH IS REALLY FUNNY AND CUTE
(Like its almost impossible to not smile when he laughs)
If he’s really craving it he just straight up flops on top of one his brothers and they know-
He might be confident, but he can get VERY flustered really quickly
(His brothers think it’s really funny and ironic-)
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April Fools
Pairing: Lee!deku, Ler!kirishima
Summary: It's April Fool's Day, and Kirishima decides to play a small prank on Deku. The 'small' trick, just so happens to result in big laughs.
Word Count: 1.4k
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April 1st. Also known as April Fool's Day. The dorm was full of pranksters, fooling anyone in sight, with the exception of Bakugo. Nobody had dared to even try to fool him yet... So, you would think that he would be who Kirishima was preparing to fool. But no, the redhead had his eyes on a less dangerous target—one who he hadn't had the chance to fool today. Deku. His freckled face was just too precious not to prank, Kirishima thought, alongside a train of other thoughts. 'How will I prank him?', for starters.
Kirishima stepped out of his room and tip-toed toward the living room, where he heard Deku's distinct voice speaking to someone else. The tip-toeing was unnecessary, but it enhanced the sneakiness of this prank. What even was the prank? He hadn't a clue for now. He'd figure it out once he sees Deku, which was right now. The boy was spread out on the couch, watching television, unsuspecting of any pranks for the moment.
"Deku! There you are..." Kirishima offered the smaller boy a warm smile, and in return received an even warmer grin. "Kirishima? Did you need me for something?" Deku spoke, sitting up straight. That's when Kirishima had an amazing idea. The boy remembered a situation that he and Deku were in a few days ago—Deku had splinters in his feet from these pesky sticker burrs that were growing in the dorm's yard. Kirishima, the nice guy he is, offered to help him pluck them out of his soles. Let's just say, Deku had a pair of rather... ticklish feet.
The redhead took a seat beside Deku, putting his arm around his shoulder. "I heard from... er- Kaminari! That there's something on the bottom of your feet..." His tone lowered as he spoke. Deku raised a brow, pulling a foot up onto his knee, and checking the sole. "Ahh, I don't see anything, Kirishima. How would Kaminari even know what's on my feet?"
Kirishima thought for a moment, then asked Deku to put his feet in his lap. Deku was hesitant to speak. "What? Well-well why?" He scratched his head, ruffling around his green hair. Kirishima pulled his arm from Deku's shoulder and scooted to the far side of the couch. He patted his lap, not explaining anything further. It was a motion for the boy to give Kirishima his feet. 'What is going on?' Deku thought.
A moment of awkward silence passed before Deku complied. He slowly raised an ankle and placed it on Kirishima's thigh. He did the same for the other ankle even slower. Kirishima smirked as if he saw what he'd been expecting on Deku's soles.
"I'm sorry to tell you, but you have some writing on your feet. What the hell does this say..." Kirishima leaned his head down to get a closer look at his soles before continuing. "Hm? Tickle my feet -From Izuku Midoriya?" The freckled boy stammered. "Wh-what?" That was all he could say.
Deku was beyond confused... His feet surely didn't say, 'Tickle me', right? And was he the one who wrote it? Kirishima did say that '-From Deku' was there also. The puzzled boy suddenly put the pieces together. This has to be a prank!
"Ha-ha, funny! Kaminari must have fooled you into fooling me... What a prankster." He had a sarcastic tone. He hadn't quite put the pieces together, actually... Hopefully, it'd become more clear with time.
Kirishima shook his head, disagreeing. "No, no, your feet do say 'Tickle me'... And it seems you wrote it yourself? You don't have to be shy! Here, I'll help ya out." He wrapped an arm around Deku's two ankles, turning his back to the greenette. Deku was in shock but was quickly pulled from it when he felt some fingers lightly scratch up and down the arch of his left foot.
"GAH!- Wohohoah, Kahahirishima!" Deku reached over to try and grab Kirishima but was quickly put back in his place by a rough clawing motion, covering the area of both his soles. "GYAH!- AHAha, fuhuhuck, oho myhaha gohosh!" He'd never been tickled like this before by Kirishima. By the rest of the dorm, of course! But for some reason, the boy who was now wrecking Deku's soles was growing more and more needy for that cute laughter he produced—since he'd never had it before.
"Am I doing it right? Hm?" Kirishima hummed, looking back at the mess named Deku. He was flailing all about, already starting to turn red in the face. Kirishima slowed his hands down, trying to keep the boy in a comfy state. He wanted Deku to enjoy what he'd asked for... even though he may have not asked for it at all.
Deku sighed, relieved that the tickling had come to an end. He finally knew what Kirishima was up to and was ready to have a chuckle about it. But Kirishima had other plans... Now that Deku seemed to be fine, he would continue to push him to that ticklish breaking point, not going over, but sure as hell getting close. He gently dug his fingers underneath the boy's toes, causing him to wiggle them around. He began to squeal and shout and beg for help. "Puhulease! I dihidnt ahask for this-uhaha!"
"Yeah, ya did! It's fine, Deku. You don't have to be embarrassed~..." Kirishima became rougher with the wiggling of his fingers, which made Deku squeal even louder. He laughed and laughed, then laughed some more. Kirishima, proud of himself for fooling Deku, decided to let this prank last a little longer... He skittered his fingers down to the ball of Deku's foot, then rapidly dashed across his arch, and up to his toes. He went up and down, quicker and quicker, until the boy behind him was thrashing around on the couch. Deku had managed to throw a few pillows off the couch and even alert some of his dormmates.
Bakugo poked his head into the living room, his ears smoking like a fire. "Keep it down!" He shouted, glaring at Deku. He hadn't acknowledged Kirishima, who was causing all of this. Did he really expect Deku to just be quiet while having his feet crazily tickled?
"Kahachahan! Plehease, hehohelp!" Deku cried out, writhing around on the couch. He needed someone to help him fight off Kirishima. His weak attempts at pulling his feet back weren't enough, obviously.
Kacchan cackled and returned to his room. Deku was almost offended before realizing that it was Bakugo he'd asked for help. He'd have a better chance at asking a shark not to eat him. Or even asking Kirishima to stop tickling him. If he could have clearly spoken, asking for him to stop the tickling, he probably would have considered it. But, Deku's words were entangled with giggles and shrieks, making his words incomprehensible to the human ear.
Kirishima pulled back Deku's toes and scribbled against the ticklish skin, unprepared for the scream that Deku was about to unleash. It was more of a giggle-infused shriek, but nonetheless, it startled Kirishima. He continued to wiggle his fingers underneath his friend's toes, watching as he pleaded for help.
"Kihi-HEHAHEHIHI!- KIHIHIrishihima, puhulease, I cahant!-" Deku was a mess... His face was red, his feet were tingly, and his hair was all messed up. All of that shaking around had made his head look like a bird's nest. Kirishima didn't care about how much of a mess he was, though. However, he did care about exploring Deku's ticklishness even further. He snaked a hand up Deku's leg and onto his inner thigh, lightly clawing at the pale skin.
Deku went berserk. This wasn't a surprise to Kirishima, he knew that the boy was ticklish nearly everywhere. He still held Deku's ankles in an armlock, rapidly prodding the insides of his thighs. The boy was out of breath and couldn't even form incoherent words. Everything was laughter!
"Had enough?" Kirishima teased, digging a few fingers into the pit of Deku's knee. His reply was laughter. Loud, yet cute laughter. He took that as a yes and let his friend's feet go, getting accidentally kicked when he pulled them into his lap as fast as he could. Deku held them in his lap, still giggling from the tingly feelings underneath his toes. Nobody was touching his feet, but even the thought of being tickled made him laugh.
Deku glared at Kirishima, who was grinning from ear to ear. He looked down at the soles of his feet again, even though he knew they were blank. There was no 'Tickle me' on them. "April Fools..!" Kirishima exclaimed, a little worried. The look on Deku's face was suggesting that revenge was soon to come... Maybe next April Fools Day, though.
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Hey! I'm finally back, sorry for the wait. And I hope you're doing well! If isn't any bother, may I please ask for some Ler!Splinter and Lee!Donnie? Can the plot / idea of the fic be both Splinter and Donnie are training, and Donnie is the last one standing - so Splinter uses his weakness against him?
Again, I love anything you write, so idm! Sorry if this was a lot to ask for.
Last one standing
🎂:ROTTMNT
🧁:Donnie, briefly Leo
🍫:Splinter, briefly Raph
Summary: Splinter thinks Donnie is doing a little too well in his training and decides to play dirty.
A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER. Writers block is kicking my ass and my musical rehearsals are taking up a lot of my brain space. Anywho, ENJOY!
TW: mild swearing
Last one standing
This. Is. Awesome.
It wasn’t often that Splinter trained with the boys anymore, but today he was, and boy was it fun!
He had taken down Leo, Raph, and Mikey down, one by one, In that order, with fair ease. But, somehow, Donnie was the last one still going.
In fact, he was kind of kicking Splinter’s ass.
He felt great, and was really putting his whole body into the fight. He was doing well, too well, and Splinter didn’t like it.
He thought for a moment, still fighting, about some tactics that would take Donnie down. And eventually, he had a lightbulb moment. He remembered a little something from when the turtles were younger, something that might give him a leg-up on the situation.
He stopped moving, throwing his opponent off gaurd for a moment. Donnie stopped himself and smirked smugly. “What? Am I too much for ya’ , pops?”
Splinter let out a laugh and replied quietly and confidently, “nehever, my son. I simply need to… change up my methods, one could say.”
“Try me!” The Softshell declared dramatically.
Without another word, Spinter grabbed the softshell by the shoulders and pulled him close, moving his nimble paws along his son’s arms and hands.
Donnie broke down into shocked giggles, fighting his urge to melt into the touch.
Leo spoke up from the sidelines frantically and tauntingly. “Ooo, Mr. Cocky being taken down by tickles? What a shame.”
Raph looked at him incredulously. “Oh, you don’t have any room to talk Leo.” He spoke as he poked Leo’s plastron sharply, causing the slider to squeak. “Ohokay! I get the message!”
They looked back over to the wrestling mat where Donne was still being held and attacked, drowning in his own giggles.
“Are you going to tap out yet, my son?”
“Nuhuh-uh!” Came the sharp exclaim.
“Oh well.” Splinter continued, still targeting the soft shells melt spot.
It wasn’t long before Donnie stopped struggling and gave in, letting himself melt. Everyone in the room had to fight the urge to coo.
Splinter finally let up, claiming that he won(he was right.) “Im going to take purple to bed now. Good night, my sons.”
A chorus of various “night’s” and good night wishes came up.
Splinter took Donnie and laid him in his bed, the softshell passed out as soon as he hit the pillow, only getting out a quiet and mumbled “Night, dad.”
“Goodnight,purple”
It looks like Splinter was the last one standing, after all.
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Day 6
lee!Michaelangelo ler!Raphael (2003)
"Why ya running lil bro, I'm just coming for a big hug" Raph said in a menacing tone.
"I'm not that stupid bro, I know exactly your intention" said Mikey.
" Oh come on, is it so out of charatet for me to wanna give my brother some love" said Raphael.
Mikey didnt respond and made it to Leonardo's door."LEO! HELP MEE!" begged the orange clad turtle.
Ever so unsubtly, Mikey heard Leo's door lock.
"NOOOO" Mikey yelled
Donnie, Splinter, April and Casey were off doing errands so he was stuck alone with Raph. It's as if the universe was saying to him...
"You're screwed, are you ready to give up?" said Raph currently catching up to him.
Mikey screamed and tried to run but was tackled by Raph.
"Ready bro?" asked Raph.
"Nohoho" giggled Mikey.
Raph dug his fingers into Mikey's armpits.
"*snort* rahahahhaph" Mikey threw his head back and thrashed beneath Raph.
"That's my name, don't wear it out" responded Raph.
Raph movrd his hands to Mikey' ribs and vibrated his hand in he which received more giggles.
"Whahahay, juhust whahahy" asked Mikey through his laughter.
"Because I wanna" responded Raph who immediatly after blew a raspberry on Michael's plastron where his stomach would which prompted shrieks and high pitched laughing.
Mikey was in stitches and Raph was having the time of his life, that was until Splinter came out of nowhere and tackled Raph.
Mikey pulled himself off the floor and ran off.
"Heya Pops, funny running into you here" said Raph in a nervous tone.
"Tsk tsk my son, didn't you learn the last timw you attempted to tickle your brother to death." Splinter said with a smirk.
Raph gulped in fear, currently awaiting his judgement.
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~ Leadership ~
I just wanted to say I absolutely love Raph and Leo’s dynamic throughout Rise- it’s just so wholesome and pure man. And just the fact that Raph wasn’t even mad or petty that Leo became leader after S2 but was mad at how careless Leo was being about being leader…IT'S JUST SO 🥹🥹🥹
So yeah, this is how this fic came to be <3
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Ler: Raph🐢❤️
Lee: Leo🐢💙
Warnings: A bit of light angst in the beginning, light swearing and tickling, if none is your thing feel free to continue scrolling :)
Summary: It’s been a couple weeks after Splinter abruptly announced that Leo was The Mad Dogs’ new leader which causes the red eared slider to somewhat isolate himself from the family. Raph confronts him about it.
(A/N: I think this is already stated enough in my blog but t*est shippers back the hell off please)
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It was around late evening on Saturday, and if you’re apart of the Hamato household you know one of two things,
IT WAS MOVIE NIGHT
IT. WAS. MOVIE. NIGHT!!!
Movie nights are something all of the brothers can happily agree on is the best part of they’re Saturdays. It’s just super fun to be able to relax and enjoy themselves and not having a worry in the world about anything.
They were all setting up the living room to be comfortable to everyone's liking for the movie night, when the oldest brother realized that the second youngest wasn’t here: Leonardo. So he suggested he would go get him, since it’s not really a movie night without all of your brothers, right?
“Are you…sure you guys are good?” The youngest asked, putting the stack of pillows on the ground, spreading them out and facing Raph, looking extremely uncertain. “Because I can go get him if you’d like!” Mikey smiled, although if you ask Raph it looked nothing but forced.
“Nah, I’m…I’m good. I can go get ‘im. Raph’s just…confused as to why you two look so…mortified that Raph wants to get Leo for movie night…” The snapping turtle said, looking at his siblings who quickly looked away from his gaze.
Donnie sighed, rubbing his left arm and sitting on the couch, “It’s just…we thought you and Leo wanted…some space from one another. After Papa dropped the whole Leo-is-the-new-leader thing, we figured you two wanted to be away from each other…?” The purple cladded sibling said, looking up at Raph who just looked at him, his so-called “Raph chasm” increasing in worry.
“What? What makes you say that?” Raph asked dumbfounded, because- what? Raph didn’t want to “space himself” away from Leo- if anything he wanted to be with him…did- did Leo want to be away from him? Is he missing something here?
“You two haven’t really talked these past couple of weeks…we figured y’all just needed space so we didn’t say anything…” Mikey told Raph, sitting next to him. What? Of course Raph talked to Leo in the past couple of days, he was sure of it!
“That’s not true! Me and Leo were talking a couple days ago about a cool serpent we found on the internet!” Raph exclaimed, crossing his arms. Mikey grimaced, “Raph…that was like, 1 month ago…before the whole leader thing…”
…
Raph didn’t realize it was that long since he’s talked to Leo. He honestly thought they conversed at least a couple times, but he’s probably just putting moments in the past earlier than they should be to make himself feel less guilty.
Raph quickly got up from where he was sitting, “I’m going to go get him, okay?” Donnie and Mikey exchanged uncertain looks with each other, but then nodded reassuringly as Raph went to Leo’s train car.
Now, you’re probably wondering what the actual shell is he and his brothers talking about? What Leader thing? Well, just a couple weeks ago, their Father; Splinter, announced that Leo was the new leader of their team: The Mad Dogs. Originally, Raph was the leader but after that announcement…guess he wasn’t anymore.
And to be completely honest, Raph was…shocked, to say the least. He was confused as to why his Father didn’t tell him beforehand, Raph being the leader at the time should have at least known…but to just dump this info on all of them was not the best move. Sure, Raph was a bit hurt that he wasn’t the leader anymore, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t stop caring for his brothers.
No matter what “role” he’s given, he’s still the big brother; no position on they’re team could or would change that.
But as for Leo, the red eared slider didn’t take the new information quite as well as everyone else did. He seemed frustrated with their Father for making him the leader, which caused the two to have a pretty heated argument that just ended up making Leo more angry. And for the last couple of days Leo has just been…out of it. No snarky remarks, no jokes…no nothing. And even at dinner he was silent…just a small “yes” nod or “no” nod whenever someone was asking him a question.
And it just…hurt; seeing your brother completely isolated from everyone…Raph didn’t like it. He didn’t like it one bit.
“Hey, Leo? It’s Raph…could I come in?” He asked pretty hesitantly. The snapper turtle heard his brother walk around in the room moving stuff, knowing him…he probably had like 12 empty cans of Sprite and was hiding them for the elder not to see, but that’s a talk for another day. “Hm? Oh yeah sure.” Leo said dryly from inside his bedroom. Raph opened the curtains to see the red eared slider sliding something under his bed (probably the empty soda cans). The younger turtle was maskless, and wearing his indigo hoodie.
“Leon…we needa talk, bud.” Raph exclaimed as he shut the curtains and leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms. “About?” Leo asked, not turning to Raph but somewhat acknowledging that the eldest brother was there. Raph went to the edge of Leo’s bed and sat down, patting the spot right next to it as Leon hesitantly followed. “I needa talk to you- y’know about what happened a couple weeks ago…” Raph exclaimed, the snapper could see Leo wince a bit; piecing together what exactly the red banded turtle wanted to talk about…but didn’t comment on it. “Yeah…what about it?” Leo asked, looking down at the floor and playing with his mask tails- something the slider always does when nervous or scared about something.
“You’ve been distant Leon…you don’t seem like yourself anymore. You never wanna train with us, only to make some last minute excuse and train by yourself, you only talk when we ask you something, you never make any jokes, funny comments, nothing! It’s- I’m…” Raph pinched his temple and looked at Leo with a sad look. “Ever since Dad called the shots of you being the leader, you just…I don’t know…became distant. I’m worried about you, buddy…I wanna know what’s going on…if you’d tell me…?” Leo put his feet up to his chest and curled in on himself, he still hasn’t looked at Raph this whole conversation.
The slider sighed harshly, getting up from the bed and going to his desk to unplug his phone that was charging. “We’re not having this conversation, Raph…” He said, probably expecting Raph to get up and leave. Raph knew Leo was a stubborn turtle- anyone who’s met Leo or even talked with him once will agree on that for a fact. But Raph was stubborn too, not as much as his little brother but close. And he wasn’t going to just give up that easily.
“We are having this conversation, Leo…” Raph exclaimed, a bit harsher than he would have liked but he needed Leo to see his point, to reach out, to talk to him. “Why? So you can yell at me?” Leo scoffed.
“What…? Leo…why would I-“
“W-Why? Why?” Leo screamed, turning to Raph with tears streaming out of his eyes and down his cheeks. “Raph I stole your role; the thing you were since we hatched out of our eggs. Being the leader was your thing, not mine! Everyone has their thing, Mikey’s was art, Donnie’s was tech, mine was joke’s and yours was leading! B-But I took that away from you and…I-I’m sorry…I’m so so sorry…” Leo’s breath hitched as more tears pooled out of his eyes, and from the looks of it, was most likely being held in for a concerning amount of time.
Without hesitation Raph pulled the younger on his lap and sat down next to his bed, letting him cry in the crook of his neck. “ ‘M sorry…’m so sorry, Raphie-“ Leo began, burying his face harder into Raph’s neck. “Ssh…there’s no need to apologize, bud. It’s ok, it’s okay…just focus on breathing for me, alright?” Leo silently nodded as Raph rocked the both of them back and forth trying to soothe his younger brother. “Yeah…that’s it…you’re doing great buddy!”
A couple minutes later Leo calmed down and was just silently playing with his mask tails in Raph’s lap. Raph pulled Leo closer, giving him a kiss on the forehead, then gently resting his head on the top of the sliders head, who leaned into the touch. “Look, Lee…what Dad did was uncalled for. Dee wasn’t expecting it, Mikey wasn’t expecting it, you weren’t expecting it, and I wasn’t expecting it. But Raph believes things do happen for a reason, and Raph thinks this especially happened for a good reason.” Leo perked his head up a bit, “What do you mean?”
“I think we can all agree that Raph doesn’t do well under pressure; it gets to Raph and it becomes overwhelming. But for you it’s like nothing! You are amazing Leo, you impress me everyday with your potential. You’re observant with everything that is going on around you, you're an amazing fighter, and you know how to lift everyone’s spirits up! Just. Like. A. Leader.” Raph smiled, poking Leo lightly in the chest with his finger causing the younger to giggle a bit.
“Yeah, I’m a bit bummed I got kicked from the leader position without a talk first but it’s alright. Because I know you’ll do an amazing job, Lee. I walked in this leader position so you could run; you feel me?”
“Yeah…yeah I feel you…it’s just…I thought I was just the face-man, y’know? Not really anything but your guys’ support and to be put in the position of being leader was…alarming. And you were always so good at leading and stuff…” Leo admitted, looking back down on the floor.
“But we’re a team big man, a family…I’ll be here every step of the way, and if you need any guidance you know I’m here along with everybody else.” Raph smiled. “Thanks, Raphie.” Leo smiled, pulling Raph into another big hug.
The two smiled at each other but then Leo looked away and groaned. “And I told you to stop calling me “Lee"" he said, crossing his arms and pouting. Raph raised one of his non-existent eyebrows and smirked, “I have no idea what you're talking about.” Leo gulped because he knew that smirk…oh dear God…
He.
Knew.
That.
Smirk.
Leo quickly darted for the curtains but was dragged back by Raph as the two wrestled trying to take the upper hand. But in the end, Raph was able to pull Leo back in the bed and sat on top of his thighs, wriggling his fingers evilly at him. “R-Raph nohoho dohohon’t do thihihis…!” Leo pleaded as he mentally cursed himself for giggling already. Raph just did a (very corny Leo’s opinion) evil laugh, not listening to the youngers’ pleading.
“Raph? Who’s Raph? The only one here right now is the tickle monster~!” Raph grinned, wiggling his fingers over Leo’s side causing the red eared slider to squirm even more. “Rahahahaph! I-Ihihi’m toohoohoo ohohold fohohohor thihihis!” Leo giggled, trying his best to not erupt into full on laughter; but both brothers knew that it wouldn’t be too long before Leo was screaming for mercy.
Raph scoffed, “Leo, the day you're too old for tickling is the day you stop being ticklish.” Raph said, chuckling as his brother still weakly tried to pry his tickly hands away. “And knowing you, that is not going to be anytime soon.” He smiled happily and began spidering up and down Leo’s sides.
Leo snorted, hands immediately gripping to Raph’s wrists to stop his brother’s ruthless hands. “Nohoho! Stahahap! Rahahaph!” He squealed, squirming like a fish out of water, and oh God did he forget how ticklish he was. Raph, on the other hand, was enjoying this 101%,“What’s the matter, Lee? Can’t handle a few touches to your side~? You always go on and on and on about how tough you are, what changed? Are you that sensitive to being taken down by tickles~?” Raph teased as he switched between squeezing Leo’s hipbone and sides.
“Shuhuhut uhuhuhup! Yohohohu knohohow hohohow sensitive I ahahaham!” Leo squeaked, trying to pull his brothers hands up from the sensitive spots. “Oh really~? Well, I don’t see the problem, you’re just living up to your name then, Lee.” Raph said tickling up and down his sides before he ruthlessly dug into Leo’s armpit. Leo loudly snorted before he threw his head back in laughter. “GyaHAhA NOOhohOHo! NahahAHAT THEheheRE! RAhahaHAPH stAHAHap!” Leo screamed, legs kicking in the air whereas his hands are trying to protectively cover up his stomach, because he knows that’s what “The Tickle Monster” will target next.
“Lee, I can’t exactly move my hands if your arms are clamped down. But it honestly surprises me how sensitive you are to light tickles…I’m barely touching you!” He said, swirling his fingers in his little brothers’ armpits even lighter than he was before, causing the younger turtle to kick his legs behind Raph causing some pillows to fall off the bed and onto the floor. “RAHAHAHAPH IHIHIHI *snort* SWEHEHEAR! YOHOHOU-! GYIHAHAHA FUHUCKIHIHIN *snort* STAHAHAP- NOHOHO!” Leo cried, squirming left to right, trying to get out of his brothers’ hold.
Raph did a fake offended gasp and hands sneaking his hands under Leo’s sweatshirt and lightly skittered his hands around Leo’s stomach. “I thought I made it clear when we were younger that The Tickle Monster™ doesn’t like swearing, mister.” Raph said, shaking his head in fake disappointment, as he continued to tickle his brother’s stomach.
“IHIHI *snort* DOHOHON’T- STAHAHAHA!” Leo couldn’t even get a word out without erupting into loud fits of laughter. His feet drummed on the bed as he giggled and snorted under his brothers’ hold; his cheeks blushing a light red. “Hey, Lee?” Raph asked, removing his fingers from Leo’s stomach and wriggling them above it while the younger held onpto his wrists. “Mnh…Whahahat?” Leo giggled, trying his best to glare at the eldest (which wasn’t working well). “Do y’know what my favorite fruit is?” Raph said evil grinning while Leo eyes widened in realization, trying his best to squirm away. “R-Rahahaph noho dohon’t yohohohu dahahahare!” Leo said, uncontrollably giggling. Raph couldn’t help but softly laugh alongside him as the red eared slider tried to squirm away, even though they both knew he had no chance of escaping now.
“You still haven’t guessed yet~!” Raph said laughing, “What’s my favorite fruit?” He grinned, knowing the second youngest couldn’t bear saying the dreaded word. “F-Fuhuhuhck ohohohoff! I aham nohohohot sahahahahaying ihihihit!” Leo said, trying his best to glare again but went into a giggling fit. He couldn’t say it even if he wanted to. It was too embarrassing, and Raph knew that, which makes it worse. “Yohou behehetter nohoHOHOT-“ Leo laughed as Raph ducked his head under Leo’s sweatshirt, taking a deep breath and blew a raspberry right in the middle of Leo’s tummy. “Sorry Lee, I couldn’t quite catch that, care to repeat?”
Snorting and laughing his head off, Leo tried to push his brothers’ head out of his tummy, good God this is more embarrassing than when he was younger. Leo put his head into his elbow trying to hide his blushing face and muffle his laughter as his other hand tried to pry Raph’s hand that was attacking his side away. The elder caught sight of this and merely giggled at the youngsters' adorable attempt to break free, “Ah ah ah, mister! I want to hear your adorable laugh and see your adorable face! C’mon~! Lemme see your blushing face~! You always get so embarrassed due to how much this tickles~! C’mon! Lemme see! I know you’re blushing~” Raph cooed as he held Leo’s arm that was covering his face away, revealing a very embarrassed red eared slider with his eyes shut laughing his head off.
Raph skittered his hands around his tummy. “Aw~! Look, there he is! Look at you, all squirmy and giggly. Look at you giggling and snorting just with me tickling your little tum-tum. I honestly forgot how ticklish your tummy was, Lee. Well, to be completely honest, I forgot how ticklish you were in general. Especially when I do…THIS~” Leo screamed with laughter as Raph blew multiple ruthless raspberries on his tummy. Causing the red eared slider to start smacking Raph’s shoulders with his free hand in desperation.
Raph then held both of Leo’s hands above his head and pretended to “eat” Leo’s tummy, a tactic introduced by April that drew the younger siblings up the walls. They used the tactic almost all the time when tickling the younger siblings, who couldn’t handle any of it; to the olders’ amusement.
Leo threw his head back and cackled like a mad man as he squirmed under his brothers’ hold. Raph switched between his lips and teeth softly but ruthlessly nibbling Leo’s sensitive tummy (and his snaggle tooth adding some extra nibbles here and there). Even adding some playful growls now and again. “Aw, Lee you’re giggling and snorting pretty loudly. It’s pretty frantic too. Are you afraid the Tickle Monster will make it tickle more if I blow more raspberries on your whittle ticklish tummy~? I just wanna eat you up~!” Raph teased in a deep playful voice into Leo’s tummy. Leo shook his head, squirming violently under his older brothers’ grasp.
“NAHAHA *snort* NAHAHAT THAHAHAT! RAPH PLEHEHEASE!” Leo squealed, “FUCK FUHUHUHUHUCK! *snort* STAHAHAP IHIHIT! RAHAHAHAPH NOHOH!” Leo laughed, squirming and thrashing so much that Raph had to pull him back on the bed because he was about to fall over. “Sounds like someone’s a bit too ticklish~!” Raph playfully teased in the youngers’ tummy. “SHUHUT UHUHUHUP!” Leo cackled, face almost the same shade of Raph’s bandana. “But it’s true! You’re more ticklish than Mikey, and that’s saying something.” Raph laughed, softly pinching Leo’s cheek as the younger whined through his giggles.
“And besides~” Raph teased, wiggling his fingers over Leo’s tummy once more, “The Tickle Monster™ is hungry, Lee!” Raph playfully pouted into Leo’s tummy. “And your ticklish tum-tum seems to be the perfect snack for me!” “WEHELL DOHOHONT- *snort* SH*IHIHIT NAHAH *snort* OHOHO MY PIHIHIZAHAHA SUPREHEEHEEHEEME! *snort* STAHAHAHAP!” Leo squealed “Tickle tickle tickle~” Raph teased in a very low voice, blowing a raspberry in the right side of Leo’s neck, causing the middle child to scrunch up his neck and dissolve into bubbly giggles and yet again drum his feet on the bed. “DoHON’T! DohohON’T sAHAHaY thaHAhat!” Leo screamed loudly. “Don’t say what? Tickle~? Ticklish~? Are you~?” Raph teased on as Leo squirmed more violently as Raph kept teasing him with the word. Oh the poor pillows…
“Rahaph stahap ihihihit! Gehehet ohohoff!” Leo pleaded, weakly trying to push Raph off him once more. Raph smiled softly as Leo uncontrollably giggled beneath him squirming wildly. “Ihihihihihi cahahan’t RahahapHIEEHEE!” Leo squealed as Raph scratched and skittered around Leo’s plastron where his ribs would be. Raph melted at the nickname the younger gave and did a raspberry on Leo’s ribs. “NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Leo cackled. “Hmm~! Have I found another sweet spot for your giggles? Mm~!” Raph playfully. “STAHAHAHAP *snort* TEEHEEASING MEEHEEHEE!” Leo yelled. “No can do baby bro. It’s a little treat I get from being the oldest turtle bro. Teasing the heck out of you bozos. Raph stated matter of factly, nibbling Leo’s right side of his ribs. “NAHA I CAHAHAN’T!” Leo squealed, shaking his head to try and stop the tickling sensations.
Raph playfully rolled his eyes and ignored Leo’s pleas as he got off him but quickly grabbed the youngers’ right leg and put it in a headlock. “If I remember correctly, which I do, there was this one certain spot that drew you over the walls, isn’t that correct, Lee?” Raph grinned as he saw the smaller turtle’s eyes widen as he desperately tried to get his leg out of the headlock. “Nohohoho! R-Rahahahahaph weeheeheehee cahahahan tahahahalk about thihihihs…”
Leo put both his arms on Raph shell and tried to get his leg out of the headlock. Raph only chuckled as he slowly wiggled his fingers below Leo’s knee as he looked right in the sliders eyes, smirking. “Dohohohon’t yohohohu *snort* eheheven thihihink- *snort* lehehet meehee gohohoho!” Leo giggled, turning his head to the side, not being able to look at Raph in the eye.
Raph pulled Leo’s leg out and scribbled his fingers at the back of his victims knee, barely touching the skin but working the best effects as Leo screamed, snorted and thrashed as his worst spot was being targeted. Leo’s free leg kicked Raph in the back but did no damage to him. Raph snickered at the sight.
“NAHAHA STAHAHAHA! *snort* RAHAHAHAHAPHIIIIIEEHEEHEE! STAHAHAPH IHIHIHIT *snort* IHIHIHI *snort* CAHAHAHAHANT!” Leo screamed, cheeks bright red from embarrassment and laughter. His hands flapped (happy stimming) in the air, not knowing what to do. Raph smiled at the sight. “Aw~! Leo! You have ticklish knees~?” Raph cooed ss is this was new info he didn’t already know. “YEHEHEHES *snort* NAHAHAH! YOHOHOU *snort* KNOHOHOW THAHAHAT!” Raph chuckled as he kneaded the top of Leo’s knees causing the red eared slider to scream while banging his fists on the bed.
Raph laughed loudly as he watched his little brother squirm and laugh freely as he went up and down tickling his knee, dodging upcoming kicks from Leo’s free leg. “RAHAHAHAPH! *snort* NAHA STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHI’M OKAHAHAHAY NOHOHOW IHIHIHI’M OKAHAHAHAY RAHAHAPH!” Leo laughed, his laughter was becoming silent so Raph decided to slowly end his tickle torture on his baby brother…for now at least.
“Hm…I will stop, but on one condition.” Raph said trying to sound serious but was laughing almost as much as his brother. “Say you’re going to be the best leader this world has ever seen!” Raph said in his “hero” voice. “RAHAHAHAPH *snort* OHO COHOHOME OHOHON! JUHUHUHUST *snort* LEHEHET MEEHEE *snort* GOHOHOHO!” Leo screamed, still trying to get his leg out of Raph’s headlock, but dissolving into laughter and clutching his stomach with a couple of happy tears beginning to form in his eyes. “RAHAHAPH! PLEHEHEASE!” Leo cried, hitting Raph’s shoulder that the oldest paid no attention to.
“I meant what I said little brother. You say that and I’ll let you go. Or, I can just tickle you for eternity. That works too~!” Raph smiled still scribbling his fingers once again under Leo’s knee. “NAHAH! AHAHALRIGHT! *snort* IHIHIM GOHOHOING TOOHOO *snort* BEEHEE THEHEHE BEHEHEST LEHEHEADER *snort* THE WORLD HAHAHAS EVEHEHER SEEHEEHEEHEEN! NOHOHOW *snort* STAHAHAHP!” Leo screamed.
Raph let go of his leg as promised as the red eared slider curled in on himself, pulling up his hood over his head and clutched his stomach softly giggling. The red eared slider whined through his giggles- he didn’t even think Raph remembered he was still this ticklish. But Leo is basically ticklish everywhere…and that made Leo embarrassed even more…he wasn’t complaining though.
“See? Now was that so hard?” Raph teased, leaning over and rubbing Leo’s shell comfortingly. Raph pulled the giggling red eared slider in his lap, soothing him. Raph rubbed Leo’s belly, trying to get rid of the ghost tickles but only made the red eared slider weakly protest. “Stahahap! Ihihit tihihihickles- *snort* Rahahahaph!” Leo squirmed, as Raph gave him one final poke to the stomach (which definitely didn’t make Leo squeal wydm) he finally stopped.
“Alright! No more tickles for today I promise. I think you’ve had enough.” Raph chuckled, patting Leo’s head as the younger softy giggled and wiped his happy tears away. “I hate you! That was extremely unfair!” Leo groaned facing the eldest turtle brother and crossed his arms. “Nope, I think it was plenty fair.” Raph smiled as Leo huffed and looked away from him.
“Besides, I think you needed it.” Raph smiled as he hugged Leo from behind. Leo groaned in embarrassment but returned the hug as well. “I didn’t go too far though, right?” Raph asked, loosening the hug just a bit to look at Leo. The red eared slider chuckled, “No no, you’re fine. Just forgot how sensitive I am sometimes.”
“By the way bud, I meant what I said. I know you’re going to make an amazing leader…I’m proud of you little brother.” Raph genuinely smiled as Leo looked up at him and returned it. “Thanks Raph…that- that means a lot coming from you.” Leo said, wiping a couple tears escaping his eyes. “Now, let’s get going, Lee. Y’know how Mikey gets when he has to wait too long.” Raph said walking to the traincar door. “Yeah, he- HEY! I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME THAT!” Leo yelled as he went to chase down his older brother, and enjoy a family movie night.
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I DID IT. I DID IT. MY FIRST FIC ON THIS BLOG HELL YEAH!!!
Also, so sorry if this IS LIKE RLLY BAD AND DOESN’T MAKE SENSE AT ALL 😭😭😭- I’m new to this writing thing.
But anyway- thank you for taking the time to read my fic! If you enjoy this kind of content on my blog, and if you enjoyed it than just simply ask for more; prompts/suggestions are open! (I’m making a Masterlist soon btw!)
#Rottmnt tickle#Sfw tickle#Rottmnt tickle fic#Tmnt tickle#Ler!Raph#Lee!Leo#bro posting this is scary af#hope u guys like it <3#will most likely have another fic up tonight#or tmmrw#Idk we’ll see ;)#RAAAAAH#BIG BRO RAPHALLA
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Misc Splinter Ticklecanons
This will have Both Ler and Lee
•He hates his feet tickled. It's like the one place he will tell you to stop if you tickle there. Also beware he might kick
•Tickle him long enough, You'll get squeaks out of him. He will deny it everytime.
•When he gets in a Lee, He will lightly fidget. Like messing with his sleeves. Its hard to notice if you don't know him well.
•Its goes untold in the Hamato clan that if you're tickling Sensei, it's because he's letting you. Even if he isn't aware of that fact.
•Being teased flusters him, and him getting flustered too much will have him start putting up a fight. Teases that make him feel small and weak he hates but Teases that compliments his laugh or his tail wagging, that makes him red. (Wait can he blush?)
•Being tickled for a long period of time makes him tired, Another reason why his sons will tickle him if they find out his sleep schedule is bad.
•His chuckles are formal and kinda quiet, but his true laugh is pretty much the opposite. Its very deep and warm to hear. The turtles get comfort from it.
•He likes rough tickles once in a blue moon. Just a good wreck to make him forget his troubles.
•Unlike Lee moods were those hit Splinter like a truck, He kinda just...falls into a ler mood.
•The worst thing about Splinter being a ler is you'll rarely hear him coming. One second you can be doing whatever, and the next you are laughing your head off with Splinters claws delicately teasing your skin.
•When he chooses a Lee, He'll first see if Any of his kids need cheering up. If so, They're his target, If Not Its Mikey.
•If his Lee says stop, He'll do so immediately, make sure they're comfortable and apologize if he upset them
•Man is a wall when it comes to being annoyed by a bratty Lee. Like a River over stone.
•Used to wake up his children with tickles. Actually still kinda does if they sleep in too late. Usually Raph or Donnie.
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