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fuwahua · 1 year

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Familiar Faces

Ship: Zhongli/Childe

WC: 3677

Summary: Fluff. Zhongli picks up a doll that resembles his hubby in more ways than one!

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The first time Zhongli sees the doll, it hardly seems of any importance.

Granny Shan does an excellent job of filling her toy store for every child’s whimsy and merriment: her shop is always well-stocked with broad, colorful kites for the summer and hand-carved shovels and buckets for the winter snow. A collection of painted fans, glassy charms, and knitted dolls are a common sight at her stand.

It’s not that the doll is ugly, rather, it’s simple color scheme and small shape had it blending in with the bright bursts of colors and textures offered by the rest of her wares. His eyes had roamed over it as Granny Shan greeted him, gesturing to her more expensive display of clay figures and expensive shells woven into wind chimes, and it had simply faded from his mind.

The second time, however, he realized that this particular doll is quite different from the rest.

“Isn’t that one cute?” Childe’s voice warbled in his ear, bright and cheery, as hands pinched at his waistline teasingly. Zhongli flinched away from the attack, eye twitching, though he obliged to look.

A small doll, little bigger than the palm of his hand, with exaggeratedly rounded features. A large, almost comically oversized head complete with orange felt hair and dull blue eyes embroidered onto the fabric greeted him. On closer inspection, Zhongli noticed that the doll’s chubby body was decorated with gray fabric.

His eyes trailed from the doll to Childe for a moment before he chuckled. “Ah, I see why you like it.”

“Right? Tonia would love it!”

Much to his surprise, Childe reached out not for the grey doll but instead a far more intricate one sitting besides it, with long black yarn locks and a simply fashioned silk hanfu dress. Childe grinned as he ran his hands over it, feeling the fabric. “She really liked the ones last time, and this one looks like it can handle some wear and tear.”

“That one is rather charming,” Zhongli admitted, though his eyes return to the doll he’d been staring at before. “However, wouldn’t you say this one is just as pleasing?”

His fingers closed around the dolls body to pick it up, curiously following Childe’s previous movements of pressing down on the fabric body to ascertain its quality. It felt plush, well-stuffed, and gave under his fingers with ease.

“A-Ah! W-whaha?”

“Childe?”

Zhongli nearly dropped the doll in surprise at his partners sudden shout. Childe’s shoulders scrunched up to his ears, visibly red, with one hand clamped around his mouth. Zhongli abandoned the toy to approach him, laying the back of his hand against Childe’s cheek. Warm.

“Are you alright? Perhaps we should retire to some shade,” Zhongli said. Childe took a moment before his hand dropped, though he still looked bewildered. As though somehow, within the mere two seconds Zhongli looked away, he’d been spooked by something.

Yet he felt nothing in the air. No Adeptal powers nor Abyssal presence. Zhongli frowned, then tempted to draw onto his geo power to check through the land but Childe recovered before he could.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Probably just been under the heat too long,” Childe said. He put the doll back down. “I’ll be back for that, Granny Shan! Keep it safe for me!”

She laughed at him, waving them both away. “Of course! I’ll see you both soon!”

It didn’t take long for them to retire to Wanmin for shade and food. Between an exaggerated story of Childe’s making about a debt collection gone wrong (“A hilichurls stole his mora, can you believe it!? I thought he was making it up but then I chased them down to a camp and they were just stockpiling these bags of mora in crates for some reason!”) and his own tales brought forth by the rich scent of Xiangling’s Adepti Temptation (“Have I ever told you about the origin of this soup?” “Yeah, but I’d like to hear it again.” “Of course, well…”), Zhongli found himself quickly preoccupied with other things.

Yet he finds himself at Granny Shan’s store the very next day. There, still standing in the same spot, is the familiar felt friend.

“Oh? Alone today, Zhongli?” Granny Shan greets. He hums, noncommittal; he’s long grown used to the merchant's gentle probing whenever he arrives at their stores alone. This time, however, he’d triple checked his wallet before arriving.

His hands close around the doll again as his chest squeezes tight. How could he simply dismiss the toy the first time? Indeed, the stitching of the hair and clothing is minimal, one may even say slightly childlike in its unevenness, but the colors and the detail work is charming. Cheerful and familiar.

It looks a remarkable lot like Childe.

Zhongli feels a smile pull at his lips as he affectionately pats the doll’s head. Childe seldom allows him to do so, often pulling away while whining that he’s not a child. Yet, within minutes, he’d always find his arms occupied once more with a clingy Harbinger looking for affection.

His fingers skate down the doll's body, curious. The gray top is sewn to the dolls head, meaning it cannot be removed entirely, but, similarly to Childe’s shirt, it can be opened nearly entirely to reveal flesh colored felt beneath. He pokes at the small blue heart embroidered onto the doll’s stomach. The fabric gives away easily under his finger, almost bouncing back once he retreats, and he pokes it thrice more before tucking the doll’s shirt back down.

“Oh?”

A curious noise escapes him as he stares at the doll’s face. He could have sworn that the eyes that stared up at him before were merely blank, the doll’s mouth a thin line (it had no nose, but he would not spurn Granny Shan for forgoing a simple detail on such a small piece). Now, however, the eyes appeared to almost crinkle at the ends, the mouth curved in a tiny smile.

He must have remembered wrong even if it’s hard for him to believe. How could he forget such an adorable expression?

Zhongli smiles back at the doll, completely won over by its charm. What a delightful toy.

“Granny Shan, I’ll take this one.”

There were few things that could sneak up on Tartaglia, eleventh of the eleven Harbingers, Her Majesty The Tsarita’s Vanguard, part-time Abyssal Herald. Those who could amounted to pretty much the other Harbingers, Her Majesty herself, and perhaps the other Archons.

But somehow, he must have been ambushed and poisoned. There was no other explanation for—

“W-waihahahahat! No, nohahahahaha not there!”

The sudden tickling sensations that would crawl up his body.

Childe slammed his hands over his mouth again as he bent over feebly to protect himself from the invisible perpetrator. Nearly an entire day in his office, forced to do paperwork by Ekaterina after she’d lectured him for half an hour straight on the overdue documentation due to the Qixing, most of which he’d been distracted.

Not even of his own doing! He could cry if not for the laughter freely flowing from his lips, yelping when the sensation drew in closer to his navel again.

“Eeek, coohohohome ohahahahahan!”

Whoever had ambushed him clearly knew him well. Childe’s eyes scrunched up as he barely bit back a shriek as the fingers dipped into his belly button, mercilessly wriggling around despite how he clawed at his stomach to dislodge them. It was, of course, pretty much useless.

Yes, that’s right. No matter how he thrashed or protested, the feeling didn’t go away. Mostly because despite him swearing that it felt like long fingers making their way up and down his torso, every time he opened his eyes he’d find nothing. No hands, no floating fingers, and no marks on his body where nails would be.

What was the strangest possible thing, however, is that the moment he’d begin to feel overwhelmed, the tickling would stop. And it wouldn’t start up again, despite how paranoid he was about it, until he was back to being bored to death doing paperwork.

It was almost as though the weird thing harassing him knew how he felt at any given time. Only, instead of giving him a fight to distract him, it opted to tickle him instead.

“Haha… ahh… what is happening?”

Childe collapses with a groan as the sensation faded, rubbing at his stomach and, again, sees absolutely no sign of anything on his skin.

He had to have gone stir crazy. He stares at the remaining paperwork on his desk, a tower high enough to scare most men, and sighs.

Maybe Ekaterina would let him bring it home.

“I’m back!”

“You’re home early.”

“What, you didn’t miss me?”

“I ached every moment we were apart,” Zhongli chuckles as Childe flushes charmingly at his words. Despite the others fondness for teasing him with such quips, he’d never quite been able to handle Zhongli returning his affection in kind. Surely he’d simply have to continue spoiling Childe until he would. “Of course I missed you.”

“You tease,” Childe accuses with no heat. He kicks off his shoes before stumbling into Zhongli’s arms, sighing happily.

“I’ve hardly done anything.”

“That’s why you’re a tease.”

“I highly doubt—A-Ajax!” Zhongli trembles as fingers begin to prod at his side, a now familiar sensation. Childe so often loved his tickle fights and his most frequent target these days was his lover. “Stahahap!”

“I don’t know,” Childe groans, drawing out the word as though painful despite how his fingers quicken their way downward. Zhongli’s giggles kick up a pitch as he squirms, hands catching Childe’s wrists before they can descend onto his hips. “It’s been a long day and I could really use some relaxing.”

“B-by tihahahahcklihihng mehehehe?”

“Yep!”

Incorrigible. Zhongli shakes his head as Childe presses forward. Truthfully, he could simply pry off Ajax’s hands with his superior strength, but playing like this always leaves Childe in a better mood. He does hunch however as the fingers nearly make it to his hip, only to bump into something.

Childe’s fingers still, surprise written all over his face before he grins. Cute, Zhongli thinks, staring as Childe pulls half away with a raised brow.

“Huh? Are you that happy to see me or something?”

“Wha… oh! Yes, well, I am, but no. I’d almost forgotten.”

Zhongli’s tickling-induced smile melts into something softer as he removes the doll from his pocket. Its rounded face is as sweet as before and he barely resists the urge to pinch its cheek.

“I saw this doll yesterday at Granny Shan’s store and was simply enamored by it. Don’t you think Nuitaru is adorable?”

“Nu-what?” Childe echoes. He squints at the doll. “You wanted this one? Not, like, something covered in lace or embroidered with five hundred year old threads? Or, oh, the felt is imported from Fontaine and the threads from Mondstadt, right?”

Were he a lesser man, Zhongli would roll his eyes hard enough to split Liyue. Instead he accepts Childe’s poorly disguised criticism with grace while cupping his hands around the doll almost protectively. “Nuitaru. He looks like you, does he not?”

Childe does not look convinced. He sighs, angling the doll this way and that, until he swivels its face back into his view.

“Ah, I have yet to show you the magic of this toy. There is a hidden charm, you see.” Though still skeptic, Childe’s expression smoothes out in curiosity as Zhongli cradles the toy. How could he have forgotten?

Matching dull blue eyes stare up at him, one pair Childe’s and one pair Nuitaru. He lifts the shirt of the doll, ignoring Childe’s mock gasp of how scandalous, to point at the small blue heart embroidered.

“This doll has a special function to change its expression! It already is lovely,” Zhongli huffs as Childe rolls his eyes, “but it will smile if you touch this heart repeatedly. Like so.”

He brushes his finger against the blue heart, gently swiveling around the shape, just as Childe screeches in his ear.

“WahAHAHAIT! Nahahahahaha ahahahgahahain!“

“Ajax!”

Zhongli stares, dumbfounded, as Childe’s arms snap to his stomach, curling over in laughter. His love’s face is squeezed tight as he guffaws, shaking his head slightly. He nearly drops Nuitaru in surprise only to catch the doll quickly, squeezing its torso tight and securely, and Childe’s knees buckle as he collapses to the floor in his giggles.

“What is so funny? Is everything alright?”

“Ehehehehe, it just ahahaha!” Childe’s words dissolve into laughter as Zhongli joins him on the floor, tugging him close to lay his head against his shoulder. Childe doesn’t feel warm and he certainly displayed no signs of illness when he first walked into the door. His giggling only lasts a few more seconds before it peters out.

“Ajax?” Zhongli asks again. Worry lingers in his voice. “Are you alright? Why were you laughing?”

Childe’s cheeks color attractively as his eyes turn away from Zhongli. But between the two of them, Zhongli has always had infinite more patience and it doesn’t take long for Childe to begin fidgeting in place of the silence.

“Okay, okay,” he grumbles. “Promise me you won’t laugh though.”

“Why would I?” Zhongli replies. A frown makes its way to his face, tense. “Is someone making a mockery of you? Who are they? What do they dare say—“

“No, no! Nothing so serious, jeez.” Childe interrupts, rolling his eyes. He relaxes after a moment, sighing. “It feels really silly now that you jumped straight into public harassment.”

With the hand not holding Nuitaru, Zhongli reaches up to squeeze Childe’s other hand. “Your troubles will never seem silly to me.”

There’s that familiar flustering of Childe’s face at his words. Zhongli smiles, biting back the urge to chuckle affectionately; Childe didn’t want him to laugh, after all.

“Well, okay, it just, well, it.” How odd for Childe to stumble over his words like this. He watches his love’s face grow redder with every passing second until Childe groans miserably and covers his face entirely with both hands. “This whole day, I couldn’t focus at work.”

“Hardly surprising.”

“It wasn’t my fault today!“ Childe protests. “I tried to focus, okay, but I couldn’t because-because—“

“Because?”

Another groan, longer and most exaggerated than the last. A singular blue eye peeks out from behind his fingers to Zhongli.

“This whole day, it felt like someone was t-tickling me. Like,” Childe shakes his head, turning away. His ears are stained red with embarrassment. “I couldn’t focus at work because all of a sudden, it was like someone snuck up and just started tickling me. Like a ghost? And it was random! You never knew when it would start so I waited to find the culprit but it always stopped really quickly, okay, maybe a little too quickly, just like now, and—“

“Just like now?” Zhongli repeats. Only he and Childe were in his room and the only tickling done was at his expense at Childe’s hands.

“Yeah,” Childe says. “When you were showing your new toy, it just, I don’t know, started up again.”

His new toy… oh! In the commotion, he’d quickly forgotten Nuitaru. Well, in fairness, he’d gotten the doll mostly due to how it resembled Childe, and now that Childe was right here, he could hardly be blamed for being distracted by his love instead.

Zhongli raises Nuitaru from the floor, smoothing out its fabric, when he stills.

Thus far, he’d seen the doll share two faces. One of neutrality, with dull eyes and a thin, straight lip, and the other of joy, with crinkled eyes and a charming smile.

Right now, however, the doll’s face, previously simply a beige felt, appears almost pink. Its eyes are squeezed tight as though embarrassed and its mouth tilted in a mimicked pout.

It almost certainly resembles…

How curious.

“Zhongli? What’re you thinking about?”

He hums. “Ajax, do you feel anything right now? Any tickling?”

Childe averts his eyes again but he does pause to consider it. After a moment, he hums. “Nope. Nothing right now.”

“Then,” Zhongli probes, “what about now?”

With the same hand holding the doll, he nudges the grey fabric back up and thumbs the blue heart. Instantaneously Childe shrieks as his face scrunches up in surprised laughter.

“Whahaehehehehe!?”

A smile splits Zhongli’s face as he watches Childe collapse against him, arms holding tight around his waist as he laughs. “What does it feel like?”

“I-it ehehehehhe tihIhihHICKLEHEHEHEES!”

He moves his fingers away from the blue heart, opting to squeeze the doll’s plush body instead. “Hmm, I suppose it does.”

“Whahahahat do you ehehehe mehehaahahahan!?”

Interestingly, Childe’s laughter softens once he moves away from the heart, though he continues squirming and giggling regardless of where Zhongli prods Nuitaru. A swipe on the doll’s sides earns him a sweet smattering of giggles, a poke on its underarms grants him a snorting protest, and back down to its tiny, stubby feet leads to an absolutely adorable sight of Childe kicking out his legs as he curls up against Zhongli in an attempt to muffle his laughter against his shirt.

He’s so close, fitting comfortably in his arms, that Zhongli can hardly resist the patch of exposed skin lingering so close to his hands. He places Nuitaru on the floor gently, eyes sparkling when he catches the doll’s smiling face once more, before curling his fingers against Childe’s sides.

“Forgive me for my curiosity—tell me, does this feel the same?”

“W-waaHahahait! ZHOHOHAHAHANGLIHIHIHI!“

Childe redoubles his squirming with effort now, pushing away at Zhongli’s probing hands; yet, much to his delight, the famed Tartaglia is truly not trying all that hard to get away. If anything, Childe begins to sag in his giggling after hardly a minute of protest, surrendering sweetly to the tickling and giggling into his ear.

“Do I resemble your ghost now?” Zhongli asks.

“N-nahahahahaha! Nahahahahat at all ehehehHahahaha!“

He stills, surprised. Not at all? Thus far it appeared perfectly that every touch on Nuitaru’s body resulted in one on Childe’s, and likewise Childe’s expressions would appear, though simplified, on Nuitaru’s.

“Why not?” Zhongli prods, almost upset with the revelation. “What’s different between us?”

Childe squints at him through his giggles, debating, before a hand grasps at his wrist and tugs it lower. Zhongli watches himself be dragged from Childe’s exposed side to his stomach until Childe lets go, face red.

“Ahaha… the ghost always got me… here.”

Zhongli blinks, freezing entirely at the unspoken question lingering in Childe’s eyes. He’d always assumed based off Childe’s tendency to scream and protest every time he so much as retaliated during their tickle fights that Childe wasn’t the fondest of the activity. Yet now, watching Childe almost eagerly scoot closer, he was certain that he was wrong.

Childe had complained that the ghost tended to stop a little too quickly. Who was he to disappoint his lover?

“Here?” Zhongli pokes at his stomach, dragging his fingers upwards in slow, lazy circles. Childe bursts into giggles once more, high and panicked, as he instinctively tries to curl up. “Is this where the ghost tickled you?”

“Y-yehehehEhEHEHE! Sloahahahaaw down!”

“I can, if you really wish for me to.” His fingers slow to a lingering scratch, just lightly crawling along Childe’s skin, until he digs in at the curve of Childe’s waist to a shaky howl. “But I don’t think that would be very accurate to your ghost, now would it?”

Childe shakes his head, gasping and laughing. Zhongli hums as his hands wander. While Nuitaru was delightfully soft and small, there was so much more to Childe—hard-won muscles and a thin waist, the perfect amount of lower belly pudge and a, as he’s quickly discovering, particularly sensitive belly button.

The moment he hits it, Childe screeches in protest.

“OkAHAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHYNOKAHAHAHY!”

“Okay? Okay what?”

“ZhonhahahahaHEHEHEH! Too muHAHAHAHAHA!”

He hums as he scratches the rim of Childe’s navel a second longer, indulging in his frantic laughter, before coming to a stop. A teasing smile plays out on his face, charming, as Zhongli presses a kiss to the side of Childe’s red cheeks. “How was that? An accurate replication of the ghost?”

“Ehehehevil ghost.” Childe’s giggles slow as he takes in some much needed air, sagging against Zhongli. There’s a crinkle to his eyes, the same that he’d been admiring from Nuitaru all day, and Zhongli finds his heart squeezing tight.

“Did I go too far?” Zhongli kisses Childe again in apology, chuckling himself when Childe still laughs against his lips. An interesting sensation made no less sweet by the way their arms loops around each other.

“No,” Childe admits. “Though I sure hope you weren’t kissing your doll after torturing them.”

“That was hardly torture,” Zhongli says. He does, however, make a show of reaching over Childe to pick up Nuitaru and deliver a wet kiss to its cheeks. Much to his disappointment, unlike with the doll’s body, Childe doesn’t react to the kiss. “You don’t feel this?”

“Uh, should I?”

“It just resembles you so much. And you felt the tickling.”

“It doesn’t even look that much like me! My head is not that big.” Childe argues, faking upset. He watches Zhongli kiss the doll two more times before he ever so rudely knocks Nuitaru from his hands. Zhongli startles as Childe places his lips over his own, insistent.

When he pulls away, there’s a pout on his lips.

“Don’t kiss the doll when I’m right here.”

Ah. Zhongli feels himself grow red, cheeks hot, as Childe’s pout changes to a mischievous grin and a hand comes up to pinch his cheek. “Really? You’re getting embarrassed over that?”

He opens his mouth to retort (what could he say? That he’s so infatuated that every smile Childe sends his way has his cheeks warming, his heart squeezing?) only for Childe to kiss him again. And again, and again.

He’s so distracted he doesn’t even notice Nuitaru’s face has changed once more—to an expression smiling, pink, and so undoubtedly in love.

#chili #Zhongchi #childe #zhongli #genshin impact #tickling #my fic #sorry for long delay i hope u like!!!!#i still dont know how to post on tumblr so please let me know if format is weird

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tickly-trashcan · 2 years

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Monster {The Forgers}

“Mama! Heeeelp!”

Yor set down her knife that she was using to cut some vegetables. She dusted her apron and looked down at a panicked Anya. Yor’s brow furrowed with worry.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“Th-There’s a monster! A monster!”

Yor chuckled, thinking Anya was just playing a game. But then she heard stomping come from down the hall, and she began to worry more.

“Anya, go hide.”

Anya was quick to run off, shrieking. Yor looked around the corner to where the stomping was coming from and was startled when Loid jumped out and roared.

“Loid–!”

“Yor!” Loid said in a normal voice, surprised. His surprise quickly turned into a grin. “Anya and I are playing tickle monster. Want to join in?”

Yor chuckled and nodded her head. Loid smiled and grabbed her in a hug, putting on his monster voice again as Yor squeaked in surprise.

“Come out, little girl! I have your mother!”

Yor rolled her eyes, but then began to giggle profusely as Loid scribbled his fingers over her sides. “Lohohoid!”

“I’ll tickle her until I see you!”

“Whahahat? Lohohoid whaha– AHaha! Not thehehere!”

Loid dug into Yor’s ribs, chuckling to himself as he whispered in her ear so Anya wouldn’t hear. “Didn’t expect you to be so ticklish, Yor.”

Yor only laughed in response, squealing as Loid squeezed her hips. “I’m going to eat her, little girl!”

Loid nibbled on Yor’s neck, making her gasp and try to scrunch up her shoulders. She laughed loudly and shrilly as Loid didn’t stop tickling her hips, holding her close. She leaned against him despite the tickles coming from him, and Loid chuckled softly.

She’s cute, he thought to himself.

I wish he would do this more often, Yor thought.

Loid didn’t get to play tickle monster very often in the Forger household, and eventually the game was forgotten. Loid was simply tickling Yor for fun, sometimes mixing in a kiss with his neck nibbles. They didn’t even notice Anya standing by them until she said something.

“Mama and Papa are flirting.”

Loid nearly dropped Yor, who was relying entirely on him to keep her upright. He caught her just in time as the two of them whipped their heads around to stare wide-eyed at Anya, who was grinning smugly at them. Loid quickly put on his monster voice again.

“Tickle monster doesn’t flirt, little girl. He only tickles!” He said, wiggling his fingers at Anya. She shrieked and ran off, but Loid chased after her. Yor followed them into Anya’s bedroom. Loid had scooped her up and tickled her tummy as she wailed and laughed.

Loid eventually let her go and she ran over to Yor, hiding behind her legs. “Mama!”

“Can you help me out with dinner, Anya? You too, tickle monster.”

Loid flushed and nodded, and Anya looked at him with a grin. Neither of them would mind if Loid played tickle monster again, except next time, Yor was planning on being the tickle monster.

#tickletober2022 #tickletober #tickle drabble #drabble #spy x family #loid forger #anya forger #yor forger

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dayurno · 6 months

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hello, one of my partners said i should send you this so-

i'm part of a DID system and i'm a Kevin Day fictive (live laugh love) and i just wanted to say that

1) i love your fics and some of them are very comforting + i really love how you write

2) a lot of what you write/say is incredibly accurate to a lot of my pseudo memories and it's both funny and concerning-

feel free to never acknowledge this message but also i think it's funny and if you live in the walls of my house, hi

have a good day <3

WHAHA oh this is so cute thank you kevin day? im a big fan :3

#had to ask my more savy friends what a fictive is but im glad to hear it!#wild life the one youre leading i gotta respect it #asks

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tastybluesprite · 2 years

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Hello!!! Would you mind writing lee kageyama with ler aoba johsai? (since kageyama used to be aoba's player) hehe

Some things never change

Thank you for this request it was so cute!!! I love Lee Kageyama so much ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: none, tickling

Summery: When Oikawa finds out that Kageyama is still ticklish, he decides to help his team get revenge for his behavior in middle school.

It was after the practice match between Karasuno and Aoba Joshai and Hinata was watching Kageyama practicing his serves. “Hey, shorty!” Hinata heard someone call him from behind. It was Tooru Oikawa. “Oikawa! What’s up, your team didn’t leave?” Oikawa smiled charmingly “nah, still waiting on a few people.. I wanted to ask you something..”

Hinata tilted his head “ask me what?” Oikawa looked at Kageyama as he hit another perfect serve “I’ve noticed he changed a lot compared to middle school. He used to be like some tyrannical king but now… he’s different.”

Hinata nodded “Yea I know what you mean. He was sort of like that at first but we finally taught him to work with a team.” Oikawa nodded as a way to show he understood. “Oh but he isn’t so bad… he can be angry a lot but we found out he was actually pretty ticklish so we used it to keep him in line.”

Oikawa looked at him in surprise “so the king of the court is still ticklish huh? I guess something’s never change…”

Some of Aoba Joshais players came out of the locker rooms. “Hey Iwa!! Guess what? Apparently the great king is still ticklish like in middle school.”

Iwaizumi looked at Kageyama “really? Man I remember him being one of the most ticklish people I’ve ever met, second to you of course…” Oikawa blushed “shut up”

Kunimi, who had been listening, said “shall we then? I’ve been meaning to get him back for all the times he’s been a pain in the ass in middle school.” The rest of the teammates nodded and made there way to the setter. Hinata watched pityingly, he was sorry he ever said anything.

“Hey Kageyama!!!” Oikawa called. He put an arm around his shoulders when he approached him, stopping the raven haired setter from serving another ball. “H-huh? Oh Oikawa it’s you…” Oikawa smirked “shorty told us some interesting info… is it true that you’re still ticklish like in middle school?” Kageyama a eyes widened in a moment of fear, “w-why does that even matter?”

“Oh it does Kageyama… very much so” Iwaizumi said, sharing his own smirk. “Y-you guys leave me alone.” Kageyama tried squirming away from Oikawas arm on him, but suddenly he felt someone hook there own arms under his. Now a lot more vulnerable, his desire to escape increased. “Kageyaammaaa” Oikawa teased “n-no stop get away from me!” Kageyama tried kicking his legs to keep his former teammate at bay, but another person grabbed his legs. Oikawa began squeezing at his sides “h-heheh gehehet ohohff mehehe” Kageyama protested, while bursting into uncharacteristic giggles. Oikawa chuckled “Awww look at that he really is as ticklish as I remember! And his laugh hasn’t changed either despite his voice being much deeper.” “Shuhuhut uhuhup AHAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE” Kageyamas laughter only increased when Iwaizumi started wiggling into his armpits. “Not here? But I kinda like this spot…” Kageyama let out a loud shriek when Kunimi began scribbling his fingers into his abdomen. “IHIHI HAHAHATE YOHOHU AHAHALL” Kageyama yelled though his laughter.

After a few more minutes of this, Hinata, who had been watching the entire time, went to try and stop them before they killed the poor setter. “Guys he’s had enough” Hinata said sheepishly. “YOHOHOU TUHUHURD IHIT WHAHAS YOHOHOUR FAHAHALT WAHAHSNT IHIHT” Kageyama demanded through ticklish laughter. The team finally stopped to let him breathe. Kageyama fell to the ground and tried catching his breathe. “Kageyama I’m so sorry I wish there was something I could’ve done- aHhhaha NOHOHO NOHO KAGEHEHYAMAA” Kageyama immediately pounced on Hinata and started torturing him with tickles.

After Aoba Joshai left and the rest of the afternoon was Kageyama chasing Hinata and tickling him to get his revenge.

#anime #tickling #haikyuu!!#tickle fic #haikyuu #fanfiction #hq #tobia kageyama #lee!kageyama #ler!aobajoshai #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #kunimi akira #kindaichi yuutarou #sprite🥤

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fluffonthebunniestail · 3 years

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Hello lovely people, sorry it's been a while! Also, I've been meaning to change the format to keep reading. Apparently, with what I'm using I cannot do that, but it shall change in due time! Yes, this is another Bakugō fic, I cannot get over myself.

Pairing: Lee!Bakugou/Ler!Kirishima

Summary: Bakugou decided to change up his wardrobe slightly, and that means tighter shirts. With that, Kirishima took it personally.

Warnings: swearing, tickle fic

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Bakugou was really testing his patients.

And he means really testing it.

For the reason Kirishima has no knowledge of, Katsuki had changed his style in shirts: tight and easily riding up.

This shirts weren't a constant; they would come and go, a switch between those and his usual tank tops.

And in all honesty, Kirishima was a bit distracted. He can't blame himself! Even just opening a cabinet and bam: abs on display. Kirishima then took it as a challenge. For what, he had no idea. It didn't matter.

It was perfect when he and Katsuki was alone due to the classmates going out, and the rest going home.

He looked up from where he was sitting (he was watching something on his phone; half of the time looking at other stuff), and he saw Bakugou walking to the kitchen, getting the pitcher of water from the refrigerator.

Kirishima felt his face heat up at the shirt he was wearing. It was a long-sleeved, tightly fitted black shirt. The hem of it ended just above his navel, and it accentuated the hell out of his figure. Kirishima thought it'd be unmanly to continue to stare any longer without at least striking up a conversation. He got up and walked to the counter Bakugou leaned on pouring water into a cup.

"Hey." He said, a little bit awkwardly to his taste.

"Hey." He responded softly without looking up. Katsuki was a lot more quiet and calmer when it was just the two of them. Yet strangely enough, he was more talkative. Those talks were more personal, and Kirishima loved every single on of them.

"You sleep well?"

"Yeah." He finally looked over, giving him a lopsided smile. Kirishima felt his stomach doing summersaults at the gesture. They began to talk, just talk about whatever came up in their heads. Little annoyances, stresses, and even random stuff on the internet.

Eventually, they began to walk slowly back to the living room. Kirishima didn't know what possessed him to be so bold, but he slipped an arm around Bakugou's shoulder. Surprisingly enough, the blonde didn't shove him off.

Bakugou was taken aback once the hand around his shoulder pulled him down to the carpeted floor, Kirishima following.

"Hey! The fuck are you doing?" The blonde exclaimed as Kirishima straddled him pulling his arms in his. Bakugou sputtered at the movement, and unable to keep the rising heat in his face at bay.

"Sorry but you're really asking for this." He chuckled in response, holding the blonde's hands to his chest.

"For what?" Bakugou asked, voice nearly above a whisper, and eyes transfixed on the other. The tone of voice shocked Kirishima.

"You know."

"What are you doing?" Bakugou whispered, ends of his lips turning into a smile.

"Well," he laughed breathlessly, securing the blonde's hands, pining with the left -hardened- hand, on his own chest, "I wanted to know this for a while now." He got closer to Bakugou's face, seeing his cheeks reddening, and his heart racing beneath the hands placed.

"And what's that?" Katsuki felt himself get a bit giddy, he wasn't the only one.

"Are you ticklish?" Kirishima saw confusion quickly cross over his face.

"Wait wha- BWAHAHAHA!" Bakugou exploded with laughter. Unable to react properly, the immediate and unexpected sensations drilling at his ribs drove him up the wall. He leaned to the left, where his ribs were being attacked, kicking blindly behind the redhead on top. "WHAHA-WHAT ARE YOU DOHOAHAHA!!"

"Damn dude, I wasn't expecting you to be this ticklish." Kirishima chuckled fondly, switching his hand to the right side of the hysterical boy's ribs.

Although there was extreme satisfaction with finding out Bakugou was ticklish, he was more focused on his face. Bakugou had his head back, lost in the overwhelming feeling. His eyes were screwed shut, his nose was scrunched adorably, and his mouth was wide with laughter pouring out. It was such a pure and sweet smile you wouldn't expect from him.

"Kirishihimahahaha...." He giggled as Ejiro poked and lightly scratched at his ribs. His body rolling side to side, at a halfhearted attempt to shake him off. He noticed that Bakugou could have shoved him off at any moment now, but he didn't.

"Yes?"

"Mhmhmpfft- hahaha!" He giggled heavily as Kirishima scratched his nails at the blonde's bare sides. He did a funny dance, wiggling like a worm. "You ahahass!!"

"You're not stopping me." Kirishima pointed out, watching his face get unbelievably more red. He used his index finger nail to slowly scratch up and down the side of Bakugou's stomach. The blonde underneath buck hard and shriek; a wave of light laughter following. "Pretty bad here, huh?" He teased.

"Shuhut- AAHAAGH NOHOHOHO!" The blonde practically screaming with uncontrollable laughter; Kirishima generally drilling his thumb at the side of his stomach. He began to squirm heavily; bucking and screaming. "NOT THEHAHAHAHA!! YOU BAHAHASTAHAHAHAH!" He also started to tug a bit at his trapped hands.

"Alright, I'll be nice." Kirishima chuckled. He stopped, placing his palm on top of the shaking abdomen, nearly bursting out in laughter at the fact it caused Bakugou to giggle. Giggle! He never thought Bakugou was capable of such a cute giggle. "Okay," he cleared his throat, "it's kinda obvious you don't want me to stop. Which is cute, really, but I want the clear to continue."

Below him, Bakugou was catching up with his breath, the red remaining on his cheeks.

"Want me to continue?" Kirishima asked calmy, he got a bashful mumble I'm response. "I need a clear answer."

"Do whatever." He grumbled, looking to the side.

"You sure?" He clarified, he got a light nod. Kirishima just smiled warmly, "on it!" His hand twitched, causing the blond to jump.

He then scratched at the abdomen below in a featherlight manner. He was instantly rewarded with high-pitched giggles and squirming. He scribbled at random places on his stomach; the sides of it, the upper and lower part of his belly, and the center of his stomach that gave him the strongest reaction.

He then began to claw at the center of his belly, dragging out a surprised snort.

"Oh my god, that was so fucking cute." Kirishima laughed, watching the blonde attempt to hide his face in the side of his shoulder, giggling.

"Wahahahihihit- nahahaHAHAHAHA YOU FAHAHAHAK!" He exclaimed when Kirishima began to put pressure on his taut stomach, he squealed then laughed the loudest Kirishima has ever heard. He wiggled his torso, the sensations spreading across his belly making his laughter go at a higher pitch.

"SHITSHITSHIT- AHAHAHAH YOUHUHU ASSHOHOHOHOLE!"

Kirishima could help himself but laugh along with the contagious laughter, especially feeling knees on his back; Bakugou trying to curl into himself. He shook his head back and forth, completely lost in laughter. Kirishima switched it up, going back to light tickling. He stroked one finger at the center of the boy's stomach, making him let out the cutest strangled squeal.

It suddenly stopped, some residential giggles slipping out. He hesitantly looked up at Kirishima who had a mischievous glint to his eyes.

"One more thing I wanna try." He said looking at an expectant and giddy Bakugou, who looked ready to burst into laughter at any second.

He lowered his hand down, spidering above the spiked-blonde's stomach. Much to his amusement, he sucked in his stomach and began to giggle softly.

"I'm not even touching you!" He giggled teasingly, making a mental note to how his tease made him giggle harder. He kept tickling the air above the shaking belly below, the string of giggles never ending.

"Stohohop teahahasing me you fuhuhuhuck!"

"Alright."

Nothing prepared Bakugou for Kirishima to sneak a finger in his navel.

"AAAAAGHAAHA!" He thrashed so harshly, he nearly threw Kirishima off him. The boy in hysterics arched his back; it only succeeded with making it easier for Kirishima to wiggle his finger in the extremely ticklish spot a little more. He reacted harshly.

He was screaming more than laughing; his head thrown back, unable to cope with the harsh tingling feeling that tickled him so intensely inside out. It tickled so, so bad. "I CAHAHAAN'T I CAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

His mind melted, in a daze as he couldn't focused on anything besides him reeling over how much it tickled. He went limp, and allowing himself to just laugh and laugh and laugh.

"This is your tickle spot, isn't it? Holy shit man, you have to be one of the most ticklish person I've ever met." He gave him a break once his laughter quickly got silent. He just tapped around the edges of his belly button, it was still enough for him to laugh. "Wow, you're, like, super ticklish."

"Hehehe! Shut uhuhuhup!!" He let out a near ear-piercing screech when Kirishima tapped at his navel. "Pleahahahahase nohoho!" He was squealing as Kirishima continued, "I'm toouhuahahaha- I'm too ticklihihihish thereahahahaha!!"

"At least you admitted it." He chuckled, letting up. He let go of Bakugou's hands, letting him catch his breath, little titters and giggles slipping out here and there. "That was the cutest shit I've ever seen."

"Ahaha... Gohohod... The hell was that?"

"What?"

"You getting up in my face like that." Bakugou almost mumbled.

"I think you're cute." That statement made Bakugou look up at him shocked, yet skeptical.

"Yeah fucking right."

"It's true!" He added by pinching up and down Bakugou's sides, making him jump and laugh harshly. He grabbed at his wrist.

"Kirihihihi!" He wined. He hiccuped, staring at the redhead incredulously.

"I like you." He blurred out. "Like a lot."

"I guess that's one way to tell me." He laughed breathlessly, panting from his earlier laugh-fest.

"Shit I-", he stopped himself, wiping his hands across his face, "I shouldn't have- I shouldn't have done that I'm so sorry. I-I don't know what got over me, and-"

He was interrupted by Bakugou pulling him down for a kiss.

"I wouldn't have let you do shit if I didn't like you dumbass."

"Oh..." He smiled.

It was a good fucking day.

#mha bakugo katsuki #bakugou #kirishima #bnha #bakugou x kirishima #kinda blatant #tickle fic #ticklish!bakugou #lee!bakugou #kirishima is kinda a simp #but respectful becaus he is manly #fluff

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flames-tstuff · 3 years

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Okay so, um, I hope you don’t mind me requesting something! ^.^ 💕 You always support me and I wanna support you too!

So, Uraraka and Ojiro. Fluff & Tickles. The idea is that Uraraka is stressed out and one way she copes is by coloring, and Bakugou or whoever sees her and teases her, then Ojiro defends her and says like, it’s fine to be a kid sometimes, bc they’ve grown up pretty fast. And so like, the next day they go to a park and swing, he gets her ice cream, then they go back to the dorm and color while watching cartoons, and then a tickle scene happens on the cartoon, and then it leads to him tickling her and hugs and cuddles and friendship. Aaaaa 🙈

To Be a Kid Again (BNHA)

Ojiro wants to show Uraraka that it’s okay to be a kid again sometimes.

Pairings: Platonic Uraraka and Ojiro

Warnings: Bakugou being a jerk, some light angst

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: Omg this is such a cute pairing!! I've never even considered them together, either as friends or as partners. What would their ship name be? Ojiraka? Also, I've never written for either of them, so I hope this is okay!

Uraraka was tired. It had been a long day at school, and despite the fact that it was only Wednesday, she was more than ready for the weekend.

After changing out of her uniform and grabbing a couple items from her room, Uraraka flopped down onto one of the couches of the commons with a heavy sigh. She really didn’t have anything to do now that classes were over for the day. She’d already finished her homework and dinner wasn’t for another or hour or so. Despite how exhausted she was, she had just enough energy left to do one of her favorite activities to pass the time: coloring.

She didn’t know why exactly, but something about sitting down and letting herself get lost in the mindlessness of coloring had always been soothing to her. So there she was, sitting on the couch crisscross, using her knee as a table and getting to work. After a few minutes, the brain fog that had been plaguing Uraraka the last couple of hours began to disappear, and her mind was back as ease.

That was, until Bakugou came into the room. Looking just as tired and grumpy as she felt, Bakugou was about to head up to his room when Uraraka accidentally caught his eye.

“What are you looking at, Round Face?”

She quickly looked back down at her lap in alarm. “N-Nothing. Sorry.”

Bakugou continued to glare her way when he noticed the book in her lap and the pile of markers next to her. He came a few feet closer, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Tch. What are you, five years old?”

“Wh… what do you mean?”

At this time, Ojiro had just entered the commons and was just about to step into the elevator when the other students’ conversation caught his attention.

“Coloring books? Seriously? That shit’s for babies.”

Uraraka felt her cheeks start to burn.

“Hey, hey!” Ojiro jogged over to see what the commotion was about. Bakugou tended to pick fights pretty easily. “What’s going on here?”

Bakugou just crossed his arms and scowled at him.

Ojiro looked down at Uraraka, whose ears and cheeks were painted red. He then noticed the art supplies surrounding her. “Is he giving you a hard time?”

Uraraka just looked back and forth between the two of them, not daring to say anything.

“I heard you say something was ‘for babies,’” Ojiro turned to Bakugou with a stern look on his face. “You weren’t talking about coloring, were you?”

Again, silence.

“It’s really not, you know. People draw and color all the time! Besides, even if it was, what’s wrong with that? Everyone should be allowed to do things they enjoy, especially something as harmless as coloring. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“The problem is that we’re trying to be heroes!” Bakugou shot back. “Heroes shouldn’t be doing childish shit like that! If you really wanted to be a hero you’d be out training!”

Ojiro sighed, a little exasperated. “Of course training is important. But rest is important too. Doing things you love is important. If you don’t take the time to be a kid and let loose a little, you’re going to burn out. No pun intended, in your case, Bakugou.” Ojiro smiled, a little teasingly.

“Ugh, whatever,” Bakugou relented and headed back towards the elevator. “Whatever it’ll take for you to shut up and stop lecturing me.”

Uraraka and Ojiro both snickered at that, and in a few moments, it was just the two of them.

“Sorry about that,” Ojiro said apologetically. “Bakugou can be a real pain sometimes.”

“No kidding,” she agreed. “Um… thanks. You really didn’t have to do that. I’m sure I would’ve been okay on my own.”

“Of course you would have! But what are friends for?” Ojiro smiled brightly, holding out his hand. Uraraka smiled back and accepted the hand up. “You hungry? I think it’s about time for dinner.”

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The next day was just as hard, though Uraraka did feel a little better after a good night’s sleep.

After dinner the previous night, Ojiro had asked if she’d want to hang out the next day after classes, in attempt to keep tabs on her since her fight with Bakugou. She assured him she was fine, but he insisted that it was his treat, so she obliged.

“So where are we going?” Uraraka asked walking next to Ojiro on the sidewalk.

“I’m taking you to one of my favorite places.” The two entered a chain link-fenced area.

“…a playground?”

“Yep! This was one of my favorite places in the world as a kid, and it still is. Come on! Let’s swing!”

And before she could argue, Ojiro grabbed her hand and tugged her along towards the swing set. Thankfully there wasn’t anyone else around, so they had the place to themselves.

“So,” Uraraka started, swinging her legs a little. “Why are we doing this exactly? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love hanging out! But where is this coming from?”

Ojiro laughed and rubbed the back of his neck, a little sheepish. “I was thinking, well… I wanted to show you that’s it’s okay to be a kid. To let loose a little. You seemed like you needed it, especially after what happened yesterday.”

Uraraka’s heart warmed at that. She really couldn’t ask for better classmates as friends.

Ojiro’s expression dropped to something a little more serious. “I’ve realized that we’ve all had to grow up so fast in these last few years. It makes me kind of sad.”

“Why is that?” Uraraka questioned.

“Don’t you miss this kind of stuff?” He gestured to the rest of the play set. “As much as I hate it, I think you and I both know there’s some truth to what Bakugou said yesterday. Heroes are supposed to be constantly training, constantly trying to grow and improve their skills. All that’s great, but it leaves no room to be what we actually are… teens. Kids. Don’t you ever feel like you grew up too fast?”

Uraraka couldn’t help but think about her parents. How, as just a little girl, barely old enough to go to school, she committed to helping them make money in any way she could. All the experiences she’d missed out on when she was younger due to her family’s financial situation. “Yeah… I guess I do.”

Ojiro offered a sympathetic smile. “That’s why it’s times like these, in the little spare moments we have to ourselves, that we can take the time to indulge that inner child.”

Uraraka took a moment to digest his words. “I think I understand now.” Then, in a small, hopeful voice: “Maybe... a-after we’re done here, we could... um... get some ice cream?”

Ojiro grinned. “I thought you’d never ask.” He hopped off his swing. “Race ya!”

“Hey, no fair!” Uraraka laughed and chased after him.

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After getting their ice cream—strawberry for Uraraka and vanilla for Ojiro—the two friends happily walked back to the dorms together.

“By the way,” Ojiro said, “I never got the chance to tell you, but I saw your coloring book, and well… it looks really good!”

“Oh!” Uraraka looked down, a little embarrassed. “Hah, thanks…”

He could tell she did believe him. “I’m being serious! I think it’s really cool that you’re into that kind of stuff. Have you always liked coloring? You seem to be good at it.”

“Yeah, but I really can’t take much credit. I mean, it’s just filling in the shapes. It’s not like I drew it,” she reasoned, licking her ice cream.

“Hey, I can hardly stay in the lines, so it’s impressive to me.”

Uraraka laughed, knowing he was probably just saying that to make her feel good, but she appreciated it nonetheless.

“Thank you,” she said, speaking as sincere as possible. They had made it back to the common area of the dorms where they stood, waiting to depart to their own rooms. “For everything.”

Ojiro realized she thought he had brought her back here to say goodbye. “Hey, if you want, you can hang in my room.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! We could watch TV, or if you have homework to work on, I won’t bother you.”

She smiled. “I’d love that. Thanks again, Ojiro, you’re the best.” She threw her arms around him in a tight hug. Ojiro was a little taken aback, but quickly returned the gesture.

The two friends sat comfortably on his bed with their backs against the wall. The TV droned on in the background, mostly forgotten, as they chatted about school and their weekend plans.

Once the conversation died out, they settled down to watch what was playing on the screen, falling into comfortable silence. One of the characters poked the other, making them jump back and laugh. Ojiro smiled at the scene and stole a quick glance at Uraraka to see how she was doing, just in time to see her blush a little at the sight. It was so brief, if he hadn’t looked at just the right moment he would’ve missed it.

Suddenly feeling mischievous, Ojiro darted his hands to Uraraka’s sides and began squeezing, making her squeal and fall back on the bed in a fit of happy giggles.

“Ohohjiroho! Eeeep! Whaha—Why? Hahaha!”

“Because! I wanna hear you laugh! Didn’t I tell you to start letting loose?”

Uraraka was too weak and giddy to respond or do much more than weakly bat his hands in a half-hearted attempt.

Ojiro made the mistake of coming closer to get better purchase on her ribs, and Uraraka pushed through the tickly feeling just enough to be able to reach a hand up and scratch at the base of his spine, making him yelp and jerk away. This gave Uraraka just enough time to gain the upper hand by pushing him down and straddling his waist with her knees.

“Uraraka, wa-HAHAHAIT!” he burst into loud belly laughter as she began kneading up and down his torso the same way he had done to her.

“Maybe you should start taking your own advice, Ojiro!” she laughed with him. “Come on, you shouldn’t be afraid of being a kid again, right? Tickle tickle!”

This made his cheeks turn bright red and his laugh go a few pitches higher.

Uraraka was feeling all-powerful with Ojiro now at her mercy. That was, until she felt a soft, feathery feeling against her neck and under her chin, making her flinch and snort.

“Ohohoh my gohohosh, you snohorted!” Ojrio teased through his own laughter.

“N-no fahahair!” Uraraka stammered out as best she could. “You shohouldn’t be allowed t-to use your tahahail!”

“Wehehell too bahad! I’m using it!”

The two stayed like that, trying to out-tickle each other—Uraraka going at his ribs and belly, and Ojiro trying his best to throw her off using his tail to brush all over her neck and sides, both laughing hysterically. Eventually Uraraka was weakened just enough for Ojiro to get her back one last time before they both collapsed in exhaustion.

“Jeez, you don’t give up easy, do you?” Uraraka panted, a big smile still on her face.

“No,” Ojiro agreed. “But you held out pretty long too, I’m impressed.”

After finally catching their breath, Uraraka opened her arms in offering. “Cuddles?”

Ojiro couldn’t have refused the offer if he tried. “Heh. Yeah, cuddles.”

He scooted closer and wrapped his arms around her torso, leaning his head into her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him in return, resting her head atop his.

And there they stayed for the rest of the evening.

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ballofray · 3 years

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Summary: Ranboo can’t say ‘tickle’. He doesn’t know why, he just can’t. So Tommy and Tubbo give him a little convincing.

{ I made this really late at night! So because of that it probably isn’t that good. I just got this idea because of Ranboo’s stream where he avoided saying the t-word so I just quickly wrote this in around 30 min. }

Ranboo didn’t know what it was about the word that flustered him so much.

Maybe it had something to do with how it was pronounced? The tone his lers were saying it in? What the word implied? But something about it made him so, so embarrassed to the point where he can’t even attempt to say it himself.

“Tickle... tiiiiickle...”

So here he was, curled up on the ground, with two of his friends poking at his sides while repeating that dreaded word over and over again just to get a rise out of him. And he couldn’t decide if he loved or hated it.

“C’mon, Ranboo~! It isn’t that hard,” Tubbo said and shifted closer to the hybrid, increasing the pokes for a few moments and making him let out an embarrassing squeal. “Just say the word and we’ll give you what you really want.” He swiped a finger behind Ranboo’s ear as a quick tease, making the suit-clad teen squeak and scrunch up his shoulder.

“Hey- repeat after me,” the other boy, Tommy, said and leaned closer to Ranboo’s ear, resting his chin on his shoulder. He then began to whisper ‘tickletickletickletickle’ repeatedly against his skin, eliciting a small whine and a shake of his head. This was unfair. This was so, so unfair.

“Ihihi- guhuys,” Ranboo groaned through his frantic giggles, feeling frustration built up inside. He wanted more than just the pokes. And the teasing only served to make the anticipation worse. “Ihihi cahan’t...” Ranboo’s whining only made the two ler’s grins widen, as they continued their relentless teasing.

Tommy pulled away his hand and began to gently scratch at Ranboo’s neck with one finger, resulting in him scrunching up his shoulders once again. His giggles raised an octave as Tubbo let out a soft cooing noise.

“You’re so cute!” The brunet gushed, ruffling Ranboo’s dual-coloured hair. “C’mon- seriously. You don’t even have to ask! Just say ‘tickle’ and we’ll go all in.”

“Yeah,” Tommy agreed, nodding at his best friend and stopping all of his little tickle attacks on the half-enderman, hoping that would encourage him a little more. He flashed Ranboo a cocky smirk as soon as he made the mistake of looking up. “Go on.”

“T...” He began, looking up sheepishly at the two boy’s intrigued expressions. They were just waiting for this. They were enjoying themselves so damn much. “Tickle...” Ranboo forced out, voice barely a whisper as he buried his face back into his sleeves.

Before he knew it, both of his sides and his ribs were being dug into, throwing him into a sudden bout of loud laughter as relief clouded his mind. He threw his head back and squirmed violently, the ticklish shocks he so desperately wanted finally surging through his body. “WHAHA- ohOHOh gohOHOHOAHAD!”

“See, Ranboo? That’s all you had to do.”

#again!!! I wrote this very late at night!!!!!!!#but I hope you enjoy #tickle #tickling #tickle fic #fanfic #fic #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle

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tickleraptorss · 3 years

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Rise and Shine, Princess

Based on the “Rise and Shine” cutscene from the FFXV demo. Noctis is known to have trouble getting out of bed, so he gets a little help from his boyfriends.

a/n: hiiii what can i say i’m a sucker for wake-up tickles and noctis is a sleepy baby man so i couldn’t resist. anyways here is fic.

Noctis was many things, and his boyfriends knew he had many qualities. He was a picky-eater, a well-trained fighter, and a bit lazy at times. Noctis wasn’t perfect, and at the time being he didn’t have to be. The habit of picking vegetables off his plate? The boys found that somewhat endearing (except for Ignis, of course, who considered it quite a hassle). They were constantly impressed with Noctis’ fighting skills, and despite Noctis’ flaws, his boyfriends loved him dearly.

However, there was one thing that proved to be a bit more tedious than Noctis’ other traits.

His stubbornness when it came to sleep.

They all knew this, Noctis had been like this since he was a kid. Ignis remembers having to drag him out of bed. Gladio remembers trying to convince a very sleepy prince to train with him. Prompto remembers seeing Noctis fall asleep in class when the lesson wasn’t very exciting. It’d always been a problem, and while they could all admit that Noctis was quite cute when he slept, getting him out of bed was another story.

Ignis, as per usual, was awake before the alarm had even gone off. He’d always woken up early to prepare breakfast for everyone. When the alarm went off, Prompto was the first one awake, groaning and sitting up to face Ignis.

“G’morning,” Prompto mumbled, shielding his eyes from the daylight peeking into the tent.

“Morning,” Gladio was up next.

The three boys looked over at Noctis, who was still curled up in his sleeping bag. Ignis put the alarm closer to the sleeping prince, hoping that would motivate him.

It did not.

“C’mooon Noct! Wake up!” Prompto pestered. “We can’t get moving if you don’t get moving!”

“Prompto’s right, Noct,” Ignis shook Noctis’ shoulder gently. “I know you can hear us.”

Noctis proceeded to groan in response, further curling up in his cocoon. He put his pillow over his head and mumbled something into it.

“You’ll have to speak up, Your Highness,” Gladio chuckled. “We can’t hear you.”

“Five more minutes...” The prince repeated, this time removing his face from the pillow.

“You say that every day!” Prompto complained, and he wasn’t wrong, either. Noctis always asked for extra time to sleep, especially when they had someplace to be. “Don’t you wanna get the car fixed?”

No response.

“Noct, we’ve gotta get moving. Here, I’ll help you up,” Gladio pulled on Noctis’ sleeping bag.

Again, no response.

If anything, it only made Noctis bury himself deeper into his warm sleeping bag. Prompto and Gladio looked at each other, and then looked over at Ignis. They watched as Ignis shuffled towards the sleeping prince.

“Noct, if you don’t get up, I’ll have to make you,” said Ignis. Prompto and Gladio exchanged glances, before looking back at Ignis.

Noctis simply grunted in response.

Rolling his eyes, Ignis reached his hand underneath Noctis’ sleeping bag and located his neck. Upon contact, he felt the prince shudder.

Ah yes, another thing that the boys adored about Noctis. Something no one would’ve ever guessed from his outside demeanour.

Noctis was extremely ticklish.

While each of the boys shared their own set of weak spots, none of them came close to Noctis’ sensitivity when it came to the lightest of touches. He would squeak, snort and squirm at the gentlest brush to the sides, or the softest kiss to the neck. While it remained a secret to the four of them, Noctis’ boyfriends couldn’t help themselves but take advantage of it at every opportunity.

Ignis dragged a single finger down the length of Noctis’ neck, and then up again right up to underneath his ears. Noct’s shoulders came up to try and defend against the ticklish sensation, but Ignis’ fingers would somehow find a way to worm around his defences.

“I-Ignis...” Noctis stuttered, trying to keep himself from giggling.

Gladio and Prompto quickly caught onto Ignis’ plan, creeping over to each side of the raven-haired prince, ensuring he couldn’t escape.

“Last chance, princess,” Gladio smirked. “You either wake up, or we tickle you half to death.” Prompto giggled at that, seeming way too excited.

As expected, the prince didn’t say a word.

Ignis chuckled, hoisting Noctis by the arms and dragging him further out of his sleeping bag. Noctis grumbled, trying to fight off Ignis, and immediately started complaining.

“‘s just five minutes...” He mumbled, clearly still half-asleep. His head sat in Ignis’ lap, and in any other situation Noctis’ would’ve liked using Ignis’ thighs as a pillow. “Just lemme- h-hey... whaha?! Hehehey!” Ignis had began digging his fingers into Noctis’ underarms while he was complaining, allowing giggles to freely flow out of his mouth.

“We have you plenty of time to reconsider, Noct!” Prompto laughed, his fingers scritching the sides of Noctis’ ribs. His giggles rose in volume, and he arched his back to try and escape Prompto’s fingers.

“Ahaha!! P-Prom! S-Stop it!” He squeaked when Gladio’s hands joined in, squeezing his sides and massaging them in a way that tickled really badly. Noctis’ giggles turned into laughter as his boyfriends tormented him.

“Still as ticklish as ever,” Gladio commented. He noticed Noctis’ face flush at the statement, and Prompto must’ve as well.

“Aww, what’s the matter? Is our little prince too ticklish for his own good?~” Prompto teased, his fingers now targeting Nocti’s lower ribs, a spot he knew to be quite sensitive.

“Dohohon’t sahAHAHAY THAT!!” Noctis squealed, squirming to get out of Ignis’ hold. Ignis now had him trapped with his hands under the adviser’s knees, allowing him easy access to his underarms and ribs.

“What, you don’t like being told you’re ticklish? Is that it?” Ignis smirked. “You don’t want to be reminded of how sensitive you are?”

Noctis didn’t know whether to shake his head and lie, or nod and admit the truth. He’d get tickled no matter what he did. Before he could make a decision however, he felt Gladio straddle his waist and Prompto sit on his ankles. They’d stopped their previous ministrations to settle into their positions, and Noctis realized he was in trouble.

Oh Gods.

“Okay! Okay, I’m awake!!” Noctis pleaded. “I’ll get up!”

“Oh, dear, Noct,” Ignis chuckled. “You were so adamant on staying asleep a minute ago... Whatever changed your mind?”

“You know what!”

“Hmm... I don’t seem to recall... Was it because I was doing... this?” A poke to his ribs. “Or this?” Another poke, this time to his neck. “Or... perhaps it was this?” He gave the spot underneath Noctis’ ear a small scratch, and the prince became undone. What was worse is that he could feel Gladio lifting up his shirt, and Prompto’s fingers holding his toes back.

“N-No... nonono p-please, Specs, I’ll do anything,” Noctis found himself begging, something he wouldn’t do unless in a situation with tickling involved, of all things.

“Anything?”

“Anything!”

“Then perish.”

With that, all of Noctis’ worst spots were targeted, and he screamed bloody murder upon first contact. Between the shrieks and howls he could feel Ignis scratching at that one soft spot underneath his ears, a spot that would make him melt in seconds. He could feel Gladio’s calloused fingers scritching at his tummy, chuckling at the way Noctis arched his back as if he was asking for more. But most of all, he could feel Prompto’s fingers tickling underneath his toes, his worst spot.

Noctis could say he was definitely awake now.

“So, how about it, princess? You gonna get up now?” Gladio asked, leaning down to blow a raspberry on Noctis’ tummy, which in turn made him shriek.

“YEHEHE-! YEHEHEHEHES!!! G-GODS, I’M AWAHAHAKE!!” The prince yelled, and the tickling stopped. His boyfriends didn’t move, however, still pinning him to the ground. Residual giggles bubbled out of Noctis uncontrollably, and Prompto couldn’t help but giggle with him.

“Dude, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as ticklish as you,” Prompto teased, giving Noctis’ foot a tiny poke, watching as his other foot came in front to protect it. The blonde giggled at this.

“I-I’m not... that bad...” Noctis panted, his face flushed completely red.

“You are,” Gladio said, running his hands over Noctis’ tummy, watching the boy underneath him squirm and squeak. “See? Can’t even give you a belly rub without you gettin’ all giggly.”

“Ohohokay!! I get it!!” Noctis giggled, and when Gladio stopped, he opened his eyes to see Ignis staring at him.

“Oh, don’t be worried about it, darling,” said Ignis. “It’s absolutely adorable.”

Noct whined, pouting and crossing his arms. That didn’t last long though, as Gladio gave him one last poke to the side before climbing off of him. Ignis and Prompto followed, and they watched as Noctis sat up and rubbed his eyes.

As Ignis prepared breakfast, with Prompto and Gladio fooling around on the campsite, Noctis couldn’t help but think how grateful he was for his evil boyfriends.

I guess I won’t be sleeping in anytime soon...

#boys' night out #tickling #tickle fic #raptor writes #i don't know how to end fics #also hi i wrote this all in one sitting #surprise!

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littlelovelyspiderling · 4 years

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Legacy

haha oops again, anon request was too good to pass up

After a string of losses, Zuko is acting uncharacteristically dejected. Iroh employs one of Ursa’s old methods to reanimate his despondent nephew.

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Zuko hadn’t been right for over three days now. After losing his entire naval crew, then being betrayed by Azula, then letting the avatar escape him in the outskirts of the Earth Kingdom, the young prince had transformed from his usual fiery, driven self into a spiritless husk. It didn’t help that they were basically living as refugees, scrounging for food and shelter in the woods surrounding a collection of tiny Earth Kingdom villages.

It wasn’t like his nephew to get discouraged. And in the few instances he had, it had never lasted this long. Even when met with the bleakest odds, Zuko always found a way to power through, to hold out hope, sometimes to an unhealthy degree.

Now, Iroh was amazed to find himself actually missing his nephew’s rage-fueled rants and outbursts. He had years of practice navigating Zuko’s temper: an angry Zuko was something he could handle. Plus, in expressing his frustrations, Zuko was at least being passionate about something.

But a hopeless Zuko? An idle, dejected, not-eating-or-moving-for-days Zuko? That was not Iroh’s area of expertise. When he ducked into their cave hideout to find his nephew lying in the exact same position he’d left him in over two hours ago, Iroh sighed.

“Prince Zuko,” he said, placing his foraging findings beside the teen’s head. “You are worrying me.”

Zuko didn’t respond other than a slight shift in his shoulders. Iroh sat next to him and leaned against the wall of the cave, the rock cool against his back.

“I know times are difficult for us right now—more than they have ever been. But you cannot give into despair. Your destiny is in your own hands now. Whether you choose to continue searching for the avatar or to pursue a different path, I will do whatever I can to support you.”

When Zuko still didn’t answer, Iroh laid his hand on his shoulder. The teen tensed beneath his touch.

“Why should I even try anymore?” he said, voice small. Iroh ran his thumb along his back in comforting circles.

“What do you mean?” he pried, encouraged by the fact that he was at least speaking.

Zuko hunched his shoulders. “I’ll never capture the avatar. Not like this. It’s over. I’m going to live out the rest of my life as a banished failure hated by my entire country.” A shudder ran through him. “I’m never going home. I’ll never win Father’s love back.”

Iroh knew this wasn’t the time to boast of his brother’s cruel nature and confirm Zuko’s greatest fears. He placed his hand on his nephew’s head. His hair was thin but soft; it was finally beginning to grow back after he’d cut it. Zuko hadn’t had a full head of hair since his father had scorched his face, burning off much of his hairline with it. The area around his scar was still patchy in places, but not in a way that was too noticeable. His new look was quite becoming of him. Under different circumstances, Zuko could easily win the hearts of an entire town of pining adolescents, maybe even find someone to settle down with. But that seemed to be the last thing on his mind.

“That’s not true,” Iroh insisted. “None of it is. You can still find the avatar and reclaim your honor.”

Zuko sat up suddenly, turning on him with desolation in his eyes. “How, Uncle? Look at us! No ship, no crew, no transport of any kind.” He swatted the pile of berries across the room. “Scavenging for food like animals. We’re enemies of every nation at this point. There’s nowhere for us to go where we won’t be imprisoned or executed. How can we hope to find the avatar like this, let alone capture him?”

Before Iroh could attempt to summon a reply, Zuko dropped his face into his hands, shaking his head. “It’s pointless, Uncle. I can’t do it anymore.”

Iroh gazed upon his nephew with a deep ache in his chest. It cut him up inside to see the boy he loved as his own look so miserable. He wished he had the words to make everything better, but none existed. He leaned forward and gripped both of Zuko’s forearms.

“And you don’t have to, if that is your choice. But don’t choose this path because you are giving up, Prince Zuko. Choose it because you want to carve out a new destiny for yourself. A fresh start in life.”

Zuko released his face and stared at the ground, eyes foggy with defeat. He wrenched out of his uncle’s hold and laid back on the floor, curling his knees to his chest, balling his hands under his head. Iroh exhaled despondently, stroking his beard as he probed his mind for a solution to this predicament.

While he observed Zuko’s pouty silhouette, a memory resurfaced in the back of his mind. A grassy hillside on Ember Island, young Lu Ten by his side, griping about some fight he’d had with another boy at school. Iroh scooping his son into his arms and tickling his belly until everything that was troubling him had washed away in a flood of happy laughter.

Then another memory, this one after Lu Ten had left to fight in the war, with Iroh soon to follow him. It was his last day in the Fire Nation before shipping out to Ba Sing Se. As he was taking in the royal courtyard one last time, he spotted Zuko and Ursa sitting together by the turtle duck pond. Zuko was young, probably about eight or nine, and looked upset about something. Iroh considered going over to try to cheer him up, but Ursa had it under control. After talking gently to him for a few more moments, she dragged Zuko into her lap and pulled up his shirt, blowing a giant raspberry into his tummy before he could even register what was happening. His shrieky, hysterical laughter had warmed his heart, making him eager to be at his own son’s side again.

How he longed to return to those days. How he longed for Zuko to experience that kind of happiness again.

Iroh blinked and found himself back in the cave. Back with the berries and the darkness and his now older, grumpier nephew. The warmth in his heart shriveled away. How could that joyful little kid and the broken teenager in front of him be one and the same? He couldn’t recall the last time Zuko had laughed authentically. He couldn’t even remember what his laugh sounded like.

I wonder if that tactic still works on him. The thought was bittersweet, but also incredibly endearing. It wasn’t entirely out of the question, he realized. Maybe he’d never grown out of it.

Iroh found himself smiling at the idea—half out of curiosity, and half out of mischief. It wasn’t like he had any other means of lifting his spirits at the moment. Why not give it a try?

“I’m afraid I do not have a way to fix your situation, Prince Zuko,” Iroh said, scooting closer to his side. “But I may be able to temporarily brighten your mood.”

Zuko huffed. “I don’t want any tea, Uncle.”

“Not tea,” Iroh chuckled. His nephew knew him too well. “Not right now, at least.”

He felt unsure suddenly, like he was about to breach some unspoken social contract. But the possibility of cheering up his downtrodden nephew was too tempting to dismiss. By now, he was desperate to get his old Zuko back.

So Iroh reached out and gave Zuko’s side a few experimental squeezes. The response was immediate and frenzied. The teen jolted and yelped, jerking away from Iroh’s touch and whirling on him with bulging eyes.

“Hey! W-what are you doing?” Zuko stammered. A hint of pink bloomed in the apples of his cheeks.

Delight sparkled across his uncle’s expression. “Ah! So it does still work!” Grinning fiendishly, he curled his hands into claws and pounced on the young prince, making him gasp in surprise.

“Uncle! What’re you trying to—wha!” To his disbelief, Iroh wrapped his hands around his torso and started tickling his belly, pinching at his sides and kneading underneath his ribs. The sensation was so unexpected, a smile sprawled across Zuko’s face faster than he could stop it, followed by an enormous wall of laughter. It bubbled up his throat and poured from his lips, shrill and squeaky and uncontrollable, making his blush deepen.

“Ahahack! Whaha—s-stohahap! Iroh!” He grappled with his wrists and kicked his legs, but his uncle wasn’t messing around. He loomed over his nephew, using his superior weight to keep the lanky teen trapped underneath him—and helpless to defend himself against the surprise tickle attack. Although Iroh’s technique was diabolical, his expression was warm and cheerful as Zuko’s laughter filled the cave.

“Aw! Look at you, Prince Zuko! I can’t remember the last time you were this happy!”

Zuko thrashed and squirmed, giggling hysterically, smiling from ear to ear. “Quihihit it!” he cackled, tugging on his arms. “Thihis isn’t—I’m nahat—ehahaha—h-hahappy!”

“Are you sure about that? You look pretty happy to me!” He switched to targeting his ribs, recalling them to be a particularly sensitive area on the young prince. His memory held true as Zuko threw his head back, pealing into loud, high-pitched belly laughs.

“Ahahahuhuncle!” he squealed, wrestling uselessly against his hold. His adorable giggling coupled with the gigantic smile on his bright pink face formed a combo too cute for words. Watching him in that moment reminded Iroh just how young the banished prince truly was. It was easy to forget that the scarred, powerful fire bender he called his nephew was still only a kid. He wondered why he hadn’t tested this out on him sooner.

“I never expected tickling to be so effective on you, Prince Zuko,” Iroh observed amusedly. “You better hope no one else finds out. Someone could use it against you!”

At that point, Zuko was beyond flustered. Embarrassment radiated off him in sizzling waves. He, Prince Zuko, royal heir of the Fire Nation and son of the Fire Lord, was collapsed on the ground in a giggly heap, being tickled to tears by his uncle like a helpless little child. Even worse, Uncle was teasing him about it! And there was nothing he could do to stop him. Zuko’s fire was fueled by constant rage and steady breathing, neither of which he could maintain in his current state of hysterical laughing. His brain didn’t seem capable of recalling any aspects of his many years of martial arts training while occupied by the feeling of Iroh’s fingers drilling into his rib cage. Plus, it wasn’t like he wanted to actually hurt his uncle. Just get him off so he could escape this unbelievably mortifying situation.

Zuko arched his spine, desperately trying to buck Uncle’s weight off so he could slip out from underneath him, but it was no use. To his horror, Iroh’s hands shot under Zuko’s arms and began wiggling against the hollows, making him yelp and sputter. His laughter jumped to an octave that surprised both of them.

“GAHA—nohohahaha!” Zuko bellowed. He knocked Iroh’s hands aside and managed to roll onto his stomach, but Iroh caught him by the waist and dragged him into his lap, wrecking his tummy with tickles. Try as he might, Zuko couldn’t wriggle free or pry away the fingers endlessly needling his belly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Iroh asked playfully, his hands darting all over his midsection, ticking every inch of his sensitive torso. “I’m not done with you! You haven’t smiled this much in years! I haven’t gotten my fill yet!”

Iroh seized one of Zuko’s wrists and held it above his head, then used his free arm to pin him down and tickle the entirety of his now defenseless left side. His fingers scuttled along his rib cage and burrowed deep into his exposed armpit, sending shocks through Zuko’s entire nervous system and making him cackle. It was a cruel trick Uncle used to pull against him as a child that, unfortunately for him, proved just as effective today as it did then. The harder he fought to escape, the crueler Iroh’s tickle tactics became.

“Ahahagh! Stahahahap!” Zuko laughed, his frenzied squirming only driving him further into Iroh’s lap. “Uhuncle! Pleehease! Hahahahahaaa!”

By now, poor Zuko was falling to giggly pieces. Hiccups began punctuating his happy laughter. He’d never been tickled this viciously for this long, and therefore had never realized the severity of his sensitivity until now. How was it that he could suffer through burns and battle wounds and fatigue with steely perseverance, but barely handle two minutes of tickling? He doubted he would ever live this day down.

Who knew his uncle could be so silly and so merciless at the same time?

Iroh smiled at his nephew’s flustered pleas. If he was actually resorting to asking politely, he must’ve been desperate for the torture to end. “I’ll only stop if you promise to start taking care of yourself again,” Iroh said. He dug his thumb into Zuko’s hip bone, causing him to buck and flounder. “And don’t just say it—mean it, and act on it.”

“Ohokahay!” Zuko giggled, yanking at the hand spidering across his tummy. “Ihi prahamise!”

Iroh soaked in his nephew’s bright laughter and radiant smile for a few more precious seconds. Then, with evil glee, he pulled up his shirt and leaned over his stomach, blowing a gigantic raspberry directly into his bare belly.

The sound that jumped from Zuko’s throat was less like a laugh and more like a shriek. He thrashed out of Iroh’s lap and rolled onto the ground, scrambling backwards until his back hit the wall, panting heavily.

Iroh chuckled at his nephew’s frantic response, clutching his large belly. “I’m happy to see Ursa’s secret weapon still works on you. Even at sixteen.”

Zuko hugged himself around the middle, blushing from head to toe, knees tucked against his chest, eyes wide. “W-what on earth was that for?” he stammered bewilderedly, voice shrill. “You can’t just—just do that to me!”

“Why not?” Iroh inquired.

“Because—” Zuko bristled. “Because I’m the prince! And I—I forbid it!”

“You forbid me from tickling you?” Iroh snorted. “All right. Good luck enforcing that.”

Zuko scowled at his feet. “I’m not a child anymore. You can’t treat me like one.”

“Then don’t act like one,” Iroh retorted, standing upright. “You’ve pouted in the dark long enough, Prince Zuko. Now it’s time to face your destiny and show the world the beautiful person you’ve become.”

When Zuko didn’t reply, Iroh gave his side a quick jab, making him recoil with a sharp giggle.

“Hehey!” Zuko protested.

“Besides, I’m a prince too, you know. And I say I get to tickle you whenever I please, especially when you’re needlessly beating yourself down. And since you believe you’re going to be a refugee for the rest of your life, not a prince, my word supersedes yours.”

Zuko burned inside and out. His skin still tingled all over, buzzing with phantom sensations of Iroh’s wiggly fingertips. He was too humiliated by the entire situation to figure out how to deal with it.

Uncle could sense the teen’s bashfulness and grinned sympathetically. “Come now, Prince Zuko. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Your laughter is quite adorable.”

Heat rushed up his neck and into his ears. He grimaced shyly, avoiding his gaze.

“You’re telling me that your mood isn’t the slightest bit improved after all that smiling and laughing?”

“No,” Zuko growled. Never in a million years would he admit that being tickled by his dumb, goofy uncle cheered him up in any way. He’d never let himself or anyone else believe for one second that it felt kinda nice to laugh authentically for the first time in what seemed like decades. It definitely didn’t remind him of his mother’s warm, uplifting presence, or solidify the fact that Uncle Iroh loved him as his own and wanted to see him happy. It was a stupid, childish thing he never wanted to acknowledge ever again.

Iroh grinned wryly, stepping closer. “Really? Not even a little bit?”

He reached toward him suddenly, making Zuko flinch and giggle reflexively. His hands stopped a few inches back without making contact, his fingers simply wiggling in his nephew’s direction, but that was more than enough to set off Zuko’s nerves and make him squirm with anticipation.

“Stohop it!” Zuko demanded, shrinking into himself and laughing sheepishly.

“Stop what? I’m not even touching you!” Iroh couldn’t get enough of it—seeing his historically grouchy nephew so smiley and giggly. He would most definitely be exploiting Zuko’s ticklishness again in the future. At that moment, he spotted a vulnerability in Zuko’s defenses and made quick work of it, tasering his side with his index finger. Zuko yelped and flailed and flew to his feet.

“Ehenough, Uncle!” he shouted, biting back another wave of giggles. He stomped toward the mouth of the cave, hands balled into fists. “I’m going to find us some real food—not some stupid berries that are probably poisonous.”

Iroh smiled at the sight of his nephew on his feet again. The fire had finally returned to his eyes. The truth was obvious, even if neither of them ever said it out loud: Iroh’s mischievous plan had worked.

“Wonderful!” Uncle exclaimed, fishing a kettle out of his bag. “I’ll make us some lovely ginseng tea to share once you are back.”

Zuko huffed and stalked into the forest, blush continuously burning in his cheeks. No matter how humiliating all this was, at least he knew if he was ever reduced to a hopeless wreck again, Iroh had a way to snap him out of it. At least he’d learned he wasn’t completely incapable of laughter and happiness, even after everything he’d gone through—a realization that had taken him thoroughly by surprise. Mom would’ve been happy to know Iroh was here, carrying on her playful legacy.

#ticklish!zuko #tickle fic #zuko #atla #atla tickle fic #atla ticking #avatar #avatar tickle fic #iroh #the last airbender #avatar fic #atla fic #avatar tickling #sfw tickle fic #sfw tickling #uncle iroh

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fluffyskies · 3 years

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Allusions

Sanders Sides

Ship: Logicality

Category: Tickling

Characters: Ler Logan, Lee Patton!

Summary: Logan finds this mysterious feather pen and figures out it can create allusions. But the thing is they are actually real to the person it's used on. Now the question is who should he use it on first?

Logan had been looking around the Mind place for a subject to experiment on. Both Virgil and Roman were out of the question since, they went in the Imagination to hangout. Then finally when he set foot in the living room he noticed Patton chilling on the couch. Patton hadn't noticed his presence yet, so he hid around the wall near the kitchen.

So with quiet snickers he drew some feathers and they quickly came to life. They floated over to where Patton sat and began to slowly make their way to exposed places of flesh. And in no time Logan heard those sweet giggles.

"Eheek!" Patton squealed when he felt something flutter at his neck.

"W-what the?" the moral side said in confusion. Maybe thinking one of the sides are pranking him but when he turned to look there was nobody there.

"I thought someone would be there, where did they go?" Patton quietly said to himself.

Maybe they're invisible!? He thought. He felt around him but there was no being there he just felt empty air. Patton decided it was nothing and that he was imagining things, so he went back to watching tv.

Logan giggled to himself at the cute scene that played before him. So he drew some more feathers and sent them towards Patton again. And instead of squeals and squeaks he got full on giggle fits, they attacked his ears, neck, cheeks, arms, legs and his bear feet. Poor Patton was in stitches and he doesn't know what's causing it.

"EHEK hehehehey! thahat tihihickles!"

God Patton always adorable- Logan thought.

Patton fell on to his side holding this stomach as he giggled and giggled.

"Ahahaha! whohohosssse tihihickling mehe!?" the fatherly side yelled.

No reply.

His eyes were shut, so he opened one eye to peek at what was even happening. And what he saw confused him even more. There were a bunch of floating feathers and no one was in sight.

This went on for a good 10 minutes and the feathers seemed to calm down a bit. They switched to tracing.

"Muhuhuch behetteher" he giggled.

Now that he was calmed a bit he took the time to look around the room hoping to catch the culprit. But again no one was to be seen.

Logan thought it would be a perfect time to come out of hiding.

"Oh salutations Patton" as he made his way over to the giggly side.

"Hihihi Lohoho"

"What's got you so giggly? was it something I said?" asked Logan.

"Nohoho ihihits nohot sohomethihihng yohou saihid... Oh goodness it tihihickles!"

"What tickles?" a grin making its way on to his face.

"T-thehehe fe-fehehaha!! Nahahaht the ehehears!"

"The what Patton?, I'm sorry I can't understand you through your giggles"

"Yohohohu dohohon't sehehee thehem!? Patton said shocked.

"No I don't see them, I'm not sure why your so giggly something must be hilarious if your laughing this much" a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Anyway they might want some help to get to the hard to reach places."

"Whaha-?"

Though Logan can't see really see the feathers he does know that they could use an extra hand. So he grabbed Patton's hands and raised them above his head. This caused Patton to shriek when they wiggled up his shirt.

"AHAHAhaha!!! L-Lohohogahahan!?"

"Yeah Pat?" he answered with a smirk

"Ihihit wahahas Yohohohu?!!"

Logan hummed. "I'm not sure what you mean by 'It was me', I don't get it. Could it be that... your seeing some things?".

Ok based on Logan's tone Patton knew he was behind this.

"Lohohoh-ahahahah!!!"

Gosh Logan thought to him self, why does Patton have to be so darn cute. His bubbly laugh, his smile, and how his freckles light up when he blushes how could anyone not love him.

After about 5 more minutes he stopped the feathers, to let the poor tickled out side breath.

"Haha...hahehe..ha" Patton letting out the last of his giggles.

"Whoooooo! You sure got me Logi!"

Logan chuckled. "Yeah, as they say 'I got you good'.

"Buuut" he said looking at Logan in the eyes "Don't think I'm letting you off the hook without getting my revenge" smile turning feral.

The logical side giggled but not the nevous giggle, the type of giggle that shows excitement and says 'wreck me with tickles'.

And if it was a coincidence both Patton and Logan said in sync "your so cute".

Hi! this is the end hope you enjoyed and sorry if there were mistakes. Part 4 final of Laughter is just as Sweet is almost done procrastination is mean sometimes...Also I'm going to start a new multy part series like that one so stay tuned! :D

#Sanders Sides #Logicality #Ler Logan!#Lee Patton!#Tickling #Tickle #T-fic #Fanfiction #Skye writes

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