kenna! do u think u can do some hcs of lila and five? the duo is so underrated,,, we talked this in the server but i wanna hear more of your thoughts!! s3 has got me so excited
AHHHH Five and Lila my beloveds. Where to even begin with these two?
-I feel like they teamed up together as lers because of a truce at first. Like Lila is just WRECKING Five one day and Five gasps out that if she has mercy this one time, he'll show her all of Diego's weak spots
-The two of them enjoy that WAY too much and they start teaming up more and more
-Lila copies Five's blinking powers so their poor victim has to deal with two evil lers jabbing at them from every angle
-They love a good chase though and will let their lee get away and think they escaped for a few moments before they close in
-The TEASES omg they're both evil
-They love to talk to each other about how ticklish their lee is like their lee isn't there
-Ofc neither of them are super loyal when it comes to tickle fights and will turn the tables on each other SO fast
-When the two of them are having a tickle fight, the entire house can hear them
-Lila openly enjoys picking on Five, Five acts like he hates every moment but secretly likes it too.
Thanks for asking for hcs! This was actually super fun so feel free to send me more asks :)
A/N: I got bored on a break at work and it turned into this. I love my sweet boys more than I love having an actual setting in mind for this story. Hope y’all enjoy
Even though he couldn't feel the sun, Ben didn't say no to tagging along with Klaus on a garden meditation session. It was one of the warmest days so far judging by the budding flowers and his brother’s shorts, and he could see the wind muss the grass and rattle the windchimes, things he could see and fear but not feel. He thought about the sound as he sat beside Klaus on the ground, shutting his eyes and trying to regulate his breathing. How was he going to clear his mind when he was so already blocked off from things? The grass didn't even bend beneath him.
When he opened one eye, he saw Klaus facing the sun, eyes shut and peaceful. The light looked so warm, so welcome after the cold and dark of the winter. Ben tried to think about the warmth, to calm his mind and think about what he could be feeling. It felt nice to at least be with someone. He shut his eyes again and tried to think of more things he could be grateful for.
Something around him twitched, like someone had thrown a punch and barely missed him. Like the feeling of someone watching you sleep. Something cold? Not cold? Moving. He opened his eyes again, seeing the wind shake the tree branches. But he wasn’t just seeing. He was feeling.
"What-" Klaus startled, taking in what was happening as well. Ben reached out and grabbed a handful of grass, grinning at the cool, damp feeling of the ground and the sun on his face.
“Are you doing this?” He asked.
“I don’t know…but it’s a good day for you to feel things, right?” The wind picked up and Ben laughed at the feeling as it passed through his hair, throwing his coif off-center.
"Do you know how often I've wanted to mess up your hair?" Klaus asked.
"What?"
"It's just been...obnoxiously perfect and it hasn't moved a strand out of place for thirteen years, man. I've wanted to mess it up so fucking bad."
Another gust of wind passed through, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Klaus.
"Still not messed up enough."
"Klaus, don't!" It was too late. His brother had already pounced on him and took matters into his own hands, ruffling his hair and pushing it into his eyes until it about stood on end. Ben swatted at him uselessly, still not properly used to making physical contact with another person. He tipped back in trying to get away, propped up on his elbows and looking up at his brother, backlit by the sun
"Asshole. I can't even see my face in a mirror to fix it either."
Klaus pouted in mock-sympathy, reaching out to muss up his hair one more time.
"Bastard."
"I mean I could also mess up other things..."
"Haven't you done en-ACK!" He had decided that wrecking his hair wasn't enough and that his hoodie needed to be rumpled as well, running his hands over the surface and bunching up the fabric, occasionally sticking a leaf down his collar for good measure.
"You know you haven't changed this hoodie in over a decade? And I'm the gross one?" He went to jam a handful of grass down his back when Ben sputtered out a giggle, scrunching his shoulders and shaking his head.
"What?" Klaus knew exactly what he was doing, but still wanted to hear Ben say it. The second he had made contact with the back of his neck, his smile had turned devious.
"Nothing!" Ben’s neck was still all bunched up and his cheeks were turning pink. He tried to crawl away but Klaus was back on top of him again.
"No!"
"Yes!" He finished shoving the grass down his collar with one hand and skittered behind his brother's ear with the other, making Ben curl up on the ground in an attempt to defend himself.
Klaus' hands tickled and the grass tickled as it went from his neck down his back and rolling around just made it tickle worse. He couldn’t stop a few more giggles from bubbling out of him. When he lifted up the hem of his hoodie to try and shake some out, he realized he made the biggest mistake of all.
"Aww!! I couldn't forget about that of course!" And now he was fucked, showing off his worst spot to Klaus in the most corporeal state he had been in ages.
"No! Not there. Please not there."
"Pathetic little Benny, already begging."
"Please." He didn't care he was whining. His hair was never going to look right again and he had grass down his shirt. Any dignity he has gone outside with was obliterated.
He was trying to pull the hem down and cover his bare stomach but Klaus already had his arms pinned to his chest.
"Not there!"
"Not where?"
"There!"
"Here?" Ben bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, determined not to give his brother the satisfaction. If he looked Klaus in the eyes he knew he would start laughing, really laughing, and wouldn't be able to stop. His nerves were on fire from the grass and the wrestling and his brother's evil hands.
"Tickletickletickle!" He drummed his fingertips right at the waistline of his jeans, teasing him. Ben only squirmed, biting his lip but his mouth still turning up at the edges. Little snorts and choked sounding squeaks escaped him from his attempts at holding it in. He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction, at least as long as he could help it.
"No!!"
"Yes!"
Klaus must have gotten bored with teasing because he slowly started making his way up his torso, the touches more scratchy, more tickly.
Ben tried to kick him off but Klaus was already across his legs, their limbs hopelessly tangled as they rolled around in the yard. Klaus kneaded at the soft parts around his sides and it was driving him wild, his reserve finally breaking and uncontrollable laughter finally taking over. He hadn't even been able to feel the wind five minutes ago and here he was feeling everything. His body was oversensitive and he couldn't even fight back properly if he wanted to.
Maybe he didn't completely want to. There was a small part of him that was glad this was happening. He missed the feeling of his nerves standing on end, of laughing so hard his entire frame shook and his ribs smarted. He threw his head back against the ground and covered his face, letting Klaus win this round because he knew it was a rigged game from the start.
"Come on...let me hear my little squeaky toy." Ben curled up on his side away from his brother, still not going to give in to him completely if he could help it. He couldn't help his gasps and muffled giggles or the squeaks that escaped around his hands, but he wasn’t going to give Klaus complete surrender.
"I have ways, Ben-Ben." Ben tried to sass him, but his laughter choked out his words. Klaus' hands found their way right around the sides of his portal where he knew he was the absolute worst, pinching up and down the sensitive bare skin.
Ben spasmed, rolling onto his back and flailing in any direction he could just to make the sensation stop. Klaus was laughing too now, the bastard. The sound of the two of them wrestling like children could probably be heard from the house, the mingling of his squeaks and Klaus’ snorts. The touches were scratchy or solid or unbearably soft, different enough each time that he could never adjust to the feeling.
"I hate you," he gasped out when Klaus finally gave him a chance to catch his breath.
"You love me. You love this." He made his hands into claws and vibrated them against his belly, throwing back his head and cackling as Ben let out a particularly silly sounding screech.
"Liar!"
"Oh really? What was that, Bentacles...or should I say Ben-tickles?"
"You're t-the HA-worst!" Klaus rubbed his knuckles down the front of his ribcage, just gently enough to send him into a new wave of hysterics.
He finally got his fill of tormenting his brother shortly after, climbing off him and laying by his side in the grass as they caught their breath.
Ben sniffled and wiped his eyes, still unable to stop the giggles from bursting through him. He felt completely ridiculous, but he felt somehow lighter in this corporeal form if that was possible. When was the last time he and Klaus had felt so carefree? Even for a few minutes? His body was alight with endorphins and he still had that dizzy, loopy feeling coiled in his stomach. It felt like there was nothing but sunlight and grass and evil hands attacking his belly and ribs.
"Did I break you?" Ben had to try and start his sentence a good three or four times, something good and sassy to really show him what torture he had gone through. However, there was a disconnect between what he wanted to say and what his body was capable of doing. He sputtered and squeaked around his words before finally giving up and hiding his face in Klaus' shoulder as he cried with laughter. He was officially tickled stupid and they both knew it.
"I can't breathe, asshole." He said at last.
"You don't need to breathe. Your face was getting super red though, giggles." He pinched Ben’s cheek and he tried to scowl at him around that stupid smile that refused to leave his face.
"I don't giggle."
"Do you know how many tickles it takes to make you giggle? Ten-tickles." He laughed at his own joke and reached for Ben's ribs.
"No more!" He pulled back, hugging himself as Klaus tried to get his hands under his hoodie once again.
"No, more?" Ben curled up on his side, ready to fight if need be, but he was already giggling again with the anticipation, begging in-between hiccups as Klaus loomed over him, fingers wiggling. He aimed for his neck and Ben squeezed his eyes shut out of reflex, but Klaus just ruffled his hair one more time and flopped beside him, tucking his hands behind his head.
"Don't worry. I'm done. For now." The two of them finally relaxed side by side, feeling the sun on their faces and buzzing with happiness, Ben still letting out the occasional wheeze as he pulled himself together. He couldn't even look at Klaus or he would start laughing all over again, so he and his brother settled for watching the clouds. Meditation was great, but what they needed this time was to be loud and silly and feel every part of the day they could.
"You're so dead." Ben said once he had recovered. He honestly felt like he could have fallen asleep right there and then after that tickle attack, but his need for vengeance was giving him a second wind.
"No, you," Klaus countered, though maybe not giving the response as much thought as he should have.
Ben looked at Klaus in disbelief before rolling his eyes and pouncing on his brother as he shrieked out apologies in-between cackles, giving him his own chance to be overwhelmed with the sillies. He could have settled for a relaxing afternoon, but now it was time to make his brother pay. Ben had a feeling he had been asking for it and it just felt so good to make contact with anyone again. Especially when he got to mess up Klaus' hair as well.
I...keep thinking about how the Hargreeves sibs all get some variation of The Snorts when they’re tickled. Either the “holding it in” snorts or the “in-between giggles” snorts I love this dumb giggly family so much
baaaabe!!!! diego tummy headcanons pls omg i miss him
Oh yis I got you, hon.
Diego: My soft boy with the soft tum
With a lot of the sibs there’s a wide range of spots the others go for, but with Diego, they all immediately go for his tummy every time
He has the best reactions always and makes his lers laugh so much while tickling him.
When someone gets him there by surprise, he lets out a yelp and starts cackling immediately because he didn’t have the anticipation time to get all grumpy
When he sees it coming, he’s a total grouch and will swear and growl while he’s holding back his giggles and he blushes so much because he knows everyone knows about his tummy/tickle button.
Vibrate-y tickles are the way to completely END him, especially on the soft part of his lower tum. One time on a road trip he was sitting in the middle seat and Klaus and Allison were on either side of him and did the tickle-claw thing until he cried with laughter. Raspberries have the same effect and he hates them especially because they’re silly and babyish and he wants the floor to swallow him up when they happen.
Another time he lost a bet to Lila and had to wear a crop top for an entire day and had never feared for his life more.
His whole body shakes when he’s really laughing, especially his shoulders
A sweet teary little lee and everyone makes fun of his tickle tears asking why he’s crying and then tickling him even more to “cheer him up”
Can hold his own in a tickle fight until someone gets his tummy then all bets are off.
Gets all grumpy and twitchy if something or someone accidentally tickles him there and he’s on edge forever and ofc someone will notice and wreck him on purpose
Characters: Vanya Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves (sort of)
A/N: I had the best time doing TUA fic week and definitely want to keep writing for this fandom. Thank you all so much for reading. Enjoy today’s entry :)
“Can you braid? Neither of us know how.” Allison knew that Ben knew, but he must have been playing dumb the entire time if anyone had asked him for help. When Klaus had knocked on her door, Vanya by his side, she knew they were seeking her out for a reason. She took it as a welcome distraction.
“We were saying how nice he would look with his hair French-braided.” Vanya added, “But neither of us can follow a tutorial for anything.” Something stirred inside Allison, excitement maybe? There had been so many awful, confusing things going on lately that she hadn’t even begun to process. But this was one of those few times she could actually help, no matter how small the request was.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
They didn’t have what had now been lovingly referred to as “girl’s night” very often at all as kids. But sometimes, a rare sometimes, Allison would desperately need a sister’s company at the same time Klaus would desperately need a break from the nonstop aggression of brothers at the same time Vanya was lonely enough to risk actually seeking out someone to be with. “Girl’s” night was of course loosely-defined since Klaus was involved, but any other brothers barging in to play superheroes or throw knives at the boy band posters on the wall were firmly redirected to the hand-written No Boys Allowed sign taped to the door for such occasions.
It would feel like the times they all snuck into each other’s room after bedtime to play cards or tell stories, but somehow even more vital in their purpose and function. Girl’s nights were few and far between, sometimes less cheery and loud than the group hangs, but the sisters and honorary “girl” needed their time.
This was the first one they all had as adults, already feeling somehow younger and hopelessly old as they gathered on the floor of Allison’s room.
“So who’s going first?” She flitted around the room, gathering what she thought they would need. Most of her things were exactly as she left them, the brush and mirror and extremely 2000s barrettes and butterfly clips. She grabbed a makeup bag and a pack of stick-on nails just in case the night started picking up.
Klaus volunteered, “I need a modern makeover.”
“As modern as we can get with these beaded hair ties.” Allison ran her hands through his shoulder-length waves, smiling as he leaned into her touch. She couldn’t resist scratching behind his ear like a cat to make him giggle and squirm, but still close enough to brush out the tangles and start braiding. Vanya made herself comfortable, coming over to Klaus to lay her head in his lap.
“Remember the time we dragged Luther in here and painted his nails?” He asked.
“Thanks to that hole Diego put in the wall, I never forgot it.” Allison said. Klaus threw his head back and laughed at the memory.
“Wait, what?” Vanya looked up at her siblings, puzzled. Oh, right. Sometimes they forgot how many memories they had where Vanya just wasn’t around.
“He was being an ass so we dragged him in here kicking and screaming and gave him pink nails.” Allison said, thinking of the one time they broke the No Boys Allowed rule.
“Me and Ben and Diego had to sit on him.” Klaus added.
“Then why did he-“
“Luther tickled him to make him get off and he’s a kicker.”
“Where’s the hole?” Klaus started laughing again, pointing at a suspiciously low poster hanging on the wall, tacked hardly an inch above the baseboard.
“We didn’t want to get in trouble.”
“Somehow no one caught on.”
“It was my brilliant idea.” Vanya just shook her head, laughing to herself as the two recounted the event. It was the gateway to even more stories of things she had missed, and while Allison finished Klaus’ hair and applied Vanya’s press-on nails, the “girls’ caught her up on things. They explained everything from inside jokes (A fictional 8th sibling named Hubert that lived under Ben’s bed and was responsible for everything in the house that went wrong), the reason there was a fork stuck in the ceiling beam in the living room (Diego still refused to completely say why), and how one time they managed to cover everything in Five’s room with post-it notes. The experience was bittersweet, especially since they all knew why Vanya wasn’t around for things, but it felt good to talk. It felt good for everyone to be distracted by braids and nails and stories.
Klaus ended up looking stunning in a French braid, pulling the hair back from his face and showing off his features. Allison even left a few strands to hang loose and curled them. He would not stop looking in the mirror, taking up the space by the vanity as Allison had moved onto highlighting Vanya’s cheekbones and adding glitter wherever she thought was necessary. The process was taking forever because the big fluffy brush tickled something awful and it was an ordeal trying to get Vanya to sit still.
"You look like a prom queen." Allison told him, hoping that if she gave him enough attention, he would get out of her light.
"You look like a founding father." Vanya countered.
Klaus’ jaw dropped. Vanya was still getting use to the whole teasing thing, but this was her best attempt yet. Allison's reaction definitely wasn't her usual pity laugh, bursting into giggles both at her comment and Klaus’ floored reaction. Maybe there was something about her time away in the 60s that gave her confidence.
"I am stunning, thank you." He poked Vanya in the side and she squeaked.
"You need to play nice with others." Allison said, "missing" her cheekbones entirely and swiping the powder brush over her ear again.
"Stop!" She scrunched up her neck and wrinkled her nose, but had giggles in her voice.
"Tell me I'm pretty!" Klaus said, giving her one last chance. Vanya sighed, turning to the side to gently take Klaus’ face in her hand, utter sincerity in her eyes.
"I'm sure you'll do amazing at your Hamilton audition." Allison doubled over, laughing so hard she had a snort fit and needed to grab on to Vanya’s chair to keep herself upright.
"Oh that's it!" Klaus went back to poking at his sister’s sides, but with a new intensity. Vanya’s dam burst and her giggles rang throughout the room, shaking her shoulders and turning her cheeks pink.
Allison had recovered and decided Klaus needed some help with his vengeance, going back and forth between using her nails and the big, fluffy brush, making her sister scrunch up her neck even more and squeak as she laughed. Klaus poked wherever he could find an opening, fighting off her hands, all the while taking notes on which spots got a good reaction.
"I am a goddess and I will be treated as such!" he said, attacking her ribs. Vanya nearly fell out of her chair, eyes screwed shut as she rocked with silent laughter.
"N-no!" She managed, mustering the strength to plan for attack.
For the first time, she fought back, going right for Klaus’ hips with her new press-on nails. She had so much time just sitting on the sidelines during these sort of interactions, watching every move. It would be the easiest thing in the world to take every sibling down based on her knowledge of tickle spots.
Klaus let out a shriek and curled on himself. It was his fault for wearing shirts that never fully covered his torso.
"I'll get his front if you get his back." He heard Allison say. That’s when he knew girl’s night was over and he needed to be on his way. He went to run, but the door slammed seemingly on its own. Even the knob refused to turn
.
"Screw you, Ben!" Klaus yelled out, right as his sisters had him cornered, kicking the door for good measure. He could hear the bastard laughing right on the other side of the wall.
"Thanks, Ben!" The sisters said in unison. Overhead, the lights flickered, as if noting the appreciation.
They ended up in the weirdest positions as they tried to get their brother pinned, tangling themselves in knots until they finally had Klaus laying across Vanya's lap as she held his arms in place, Allison kneeling between his legs and making a big show of showing off her nails before going for the kill. She made her hands into claws and dug right onto the surface of his exposed hips, sending him into hysterics. The tickles they had all been giving and receiving so far had been gentle, but there was something about the new nails and the motivation of vengeance that was giving Vanya a merciless streak. She and Allison were a team now, and they were firmly locked on their target as they tickled him senseless, themselves giggling as Klaus went into the asthmatic hyena stage of his laughter.
The tables turned on Allison next, who unexpectedly yelped and curled up in a ball in the middle of tormenting Klaus, swatting at something invisible that had tickled her neck.
"Ben, you TRAITOR!”
"He thrives off chaos" Klaus wheezed, and immediately folded over with a squeak. The ghost truly had no loyalties.
"No boys allowed, remember the sign?" Vanya added. The door dramatically swung open and slammed loudly, nearly drowning out Allison’s laughter as Klaus had used this chance to exact his revenge, slipping his hands up under her arms and making her cackle until there were tears in her eyes. Vanya happily went with this change of plans and joined right in. After all, Allison had been way too ruthless with that brush earlier.
She never would have guessed that Vanya and Klaus together would be such a lethal team, but they absolutely were due to years of observation and combined creative efforts.
"You need to hold STILL.” Vanya said, some time later. She couldn’t resist grabbing the powder brush from the vanity and running it over her neck to see how she liked it.
"Shuhuhut UP!"
And it was back to Vanya again. She could have sworn she felt another set of hands jabbing away, but she couldn't think straight from laughing. The hands she could see and feel on her were bad enough to give her the hiccups and a sore stomach. She couldn’t remember laughing like this. Maybe she never had before.
Allison's work ended up going to waste, makeup being smudged and hair becoming more and more disheveled as they wrestled and played and laughed. Mostly they laughed. It reminded Vanya of the rare occasions when the entire sibling squad would camp out in each other's rooms when they were supposed to be in bed and would be giddy from the mischief of sneaking out and being overtired. She may not be on the same level of comfort and familiarity like this with the others, but her "sisters" were the safe place to start.
They sank against each other at last in a heap, breathless and glowing with happiness. Occasionally, there would be bursts of giggles or random pokes and squawks of indignation, but mostly they were tired out and content to lean against each other, Vanya nestled between the “girls.” Glitter was everywhere thanks to the powder brush that had found its way over Vanya’s ears and Allison’s neck and Klaus’ ribs. She collected a few specks of the fine, sparkly dust on her fingertip and pressed them to Klaus’ cheek, giggling when he stuck out his tongue at her.
“The guys are seriously missing out. I forgot how great this was.” Vanya felt so relaxed she thought she could almost fall asleep there and then, warm and happy with Allison absentmindedly playing with her hair.
“Do you think Diego would really let us even touch his hair, though?” Klaus began to think of how many barrettes he could sneak before Diego noticed while his back was turned. The idea was tempting.
“It’s like you almost want him to put his foot through the wall again.” Allison gestured to the poster with one hand and skittered across his side with the other, grinning at the sound of his laugh.
“You’re right. Maybe we should keep it our thing.”
“Same time next week?” Vanya suggested.
She hoped in all honestly it would be even sooner than that.
A/N: There’s not enough fics with the guys being bros. And Ben is a ray of sunshine and deserves the world.
Because the 60s had no internet, Klaus and Ben were determined to make up for lost time the best way they knew how. They set aside a lazy Saturday morning for watching hours-long Vine compilations, even though they still knew just about every one by heart. They took the task upon them this time to assign every clip to one of their siblings, which only made the videos even funnier.
“Diego is the toddler running with the knife and mom is the one going ‘NO!’” Klaus said. Ben snickered. He was pretty sure there were moments in the house that were damn near identical to that clip.
“Absolutely.”
“The girl with the awful glitter eyeshadow is Allison.”
“That’s you.”
“Hurtful.” Klaus couldn’t exactly tell him he was wrong, exactly.
Just as they were going to debate whether or not a clip of a Chihuahua trying and failing to run up the stairs truly matched Five’s energy, a scream interrupted their trains of thought.
“Again?” Diego and Five were locked in some battle that had been going on-and-off all week, starting when Five deciding to launch a near-lethal tickle attack on Number Two. There were several sets of footsteps now clattering around upstairs, each getting closer to landing until one stopped altogether.
“Five must have gotten away.” Klaus mused.
Another stopped.
“Incoming in three, two…” Diego dropped from over the edge of the bannister, sticking the landing on the living room floor.
“You could have just used the stairs.” Ben said, before realizing Diego couldn’t hear him. It would have taken all of three seconds, but his dramatic entrance didn’t mean a thing because whoever he was pursuing was nowhere to be found.
“Five’s not here?”
“Nope. What’s the occasion?” Klaus asked, as if he was unaware that the two of them had been acting like complete children for the past four days.
“He knows what he did.”
Five materialized at the top of the stairs, staring down at the TV. He watched for a second, a faint smile crossing his face.
“The one with the guys yelling at the duck reminds me of you and Ben.” And he was off down the hall once more, Diego tearing up the stairs after him.
It took about thirty more seconds before shrieks were heard. The screeching went from muffled threats of violence, to jagged streams of profanity, to high-pitched cackling, occasionally broken up with screams. Everyone could depend on the stages of Five’s laughter like clockwork.
“It sounds like he’s getting him good.” Klaus went to turn up the volume, but realized Ben was listening closely, a wistful grin on his face.
“It hasn’t changed.”
“You miss it, don’t you?” He gently poked Ben in the side and he squirmed, biting back a smile. They had all been ruthless with him as kids. He was too fun not to. All of the siblings would pile on him or hold him down and tickle him silly until his laughter went silent, only letting out squeaks mixed with hiccups.
“You literally torture me every spare second you have.”
“Liar.” More screeching came from upstairs. Diego must have found that sweet spot on the back of Five’s knees.
“We could go watch. Get some blackmail material.”
“…you want in, don’t you?” Ben refused to meet his eyes, trying to act invested in the Vines again and not the fun going on in the other room.
“Oh, look it’s the ‘Welcome to Chili’s’ guy. If that’s not you, I don’t know what is.”
“Do you want a visitation?” They hadn’t done it much at all since they had gotten back. Getting trust back was hard enough and it was such an awkward time of wordless apologies that even talking about possession again seemed much too soon for the longest time. But when Ben was having one of his down days, a few hours in a tangible, living body seemed like the least Klaus could give. Being able to walk in the rain or visit the farmer’s market or hug his brothers and sisters was such a gift.
“Won’t it be weird to jump in like that?”
“I let you take over at movie night that one time and you picked out- without me, for your information-“ Any claims got caught off by a new surge of hysterics coming from upstairs. Klaus noticed how Ben’s eyes lit up at the sound.
“Just go. Have fun.” He hopped up and got into the proper stance for Ben to take over, giving him a wink. Nine times out of ten, Klaus would be doing the same, eager to finally make some better memories. Ben got up as well, Klaus not having to tell him twice as he took a few steps back to get a running start and threw himself into Klaus’ body.
The body shuddered as Ben took over, and he caught his footing with a lurch. Back inside. Everything came as a shock at first. It did every time, feeling a little like coming out of a dream. The dream was real enough, of course, but not as real as being truly present. Except unlike previous “visitations” where Klaus would let him take over in the garden or on the street, he knew exactly what he wanted to do.
He felt downright giddy racing up the stairs, following the laughter down the hall and around the corner where Diego had Five pinned to floor of his room, holding him down with one hand and digging into his ribs with the other. The smaller brother cackled and writhed, kicking uselessly as his cheeks grew red.
Ben wished he knew how to announce himself, for all they knew, it was Klaus standing in the doorway in such an awkward, uncharacteristic manner.
“Klaus! Help!” Five gasped out, desperate enough to call for backup, but not yet desperate enough to beg Diego for mercy.
“Oh, I’ll help. But Klaus isn’t home at the moment…” Diego slowed his assault, still firmly holding Five to the floor. His eyes lit up and Ben felt his chest grow warm seeing the excitement clearly written across his face.
“Ben?” He nodded, so happy he couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“By all means-“ Diego gestured towards their squirming brother still pinned to the floor. As fun as that sounded, Ben had a promise to keep to Five. He lunged for Diego instead, taking him from his kneeling position to flat on his back.
“You traitor!” Before Ben could launch his attack, Diego grabbed him by the shoulders and reversed their positions. As kids, they were an equal match for each other, down to their deathly ticklish tummies. They could go wrestle for what seemed like hours, arms locked, until they both went for the risky move of attacking the other’s worst spots at the same time and would end up screaming with laughter. Now, not so much. Damn Klaus and his noodle limbs. Ben was now finding himself in the exact same way he had walked in on Five, now the two were staring over him, an especially devious smirk on Diego’s face.
“You think it’s gonna be that easy huh?” Ben was already giggling. He never could pull it together when he knew he had gotten himself backed into a corner. He blamed the anticipation; he hadn’t been tickled in this body yet. Who knew what that would even feel like?
Five, who had been trying to scowl at Diego as he caught his breath, suddenly grinned. “That’s not how Klaus laughs at all.” Even when Ben was reaching his absolute limits, his laugh stayed bubbly and sweet. Klaus cackled like a witch and would wind up hoarse after a tickle fight or a good story. Hearing Ben’s breathless, squeaky laugh coming from Klaus’ voice and body was jarring, but strangely adorable and endearing.
“You’re right. Good lord, it really is you, huh?” Ben tried to answer, but Diego started to squeeze at his sides and he couldn’t even begin to hold his laughter in.
“I think you should prove it again.” Five said, smugness dripping from his voice.
“I-I got youhou out of this mess and-“ He yelped, trying to get his arms out of Diego’s grip so he could cover his face. The feeling was nearly driving him out of his skin. He could feel everything. There was the feeling of being pinned down by hands he couldn’t phase through and the feeling of the carpet beneath him as he squirmed and the awful, awful feeling of Diego skitter his fingertips across the surface of his belly. Klaus had been wearing a crop top when Ben took over and that made everything so much worse.
“So if you laugh like Ben, I bet you’re…sensitive in all the places he is too.” He giggled all the more at the fact Diego still couldn’t say the word, even when he was in the rare place of power for once.
“What’s happening?” Luther appeared in the doorway, no doubt intrigued by the latest battle in Diego and Five’s ongoing saga. Apparently Klaus was involved in things now? Maybe they had settled their differences and picked a mutual foe. Five wasn’t above joining in a one-sided tickle fight, content to poke away at Ben’s ribs.
“Ben’s visiting for a bit and already got himself into trouble.” Diego announced. Luther took it as an invitation to join them, switching places with Diego to properly hold Ben’s arms down so there were four hands on him. .
“Good to see you again.” Ben couldn’t even get a response out, only able to shake his head and squeeze his eyes shut as tears pricked at his eyes. Somehow, his tickle spots had made the journey with him into Klaus’ body, and his brothers exactly remembered just how to attack his ribs and belly.
He was gasping for breath now? When was the last time he had felt breathless? Klaus tickled him all the time and even though he used “I can’t breathe” as a reason for him to stop, it was more because he was reaching his limit that anything else. He couldn’t even pay attention to the ways his siblings were teasing him or how way his laughter was ringing in his ears. He couldn’t begin to get past feeling. There were so many other parts of these interactions he forgot about. Blushing was one because for the first time everyone could see him. The ways his sides were beginning to ache was another. The way it felt to be manhandled in all its playful roughness and to laugh with complete abandon. It was something that felt so alien, but also like coming home.
“Do you remember the claw monster?” Five asked, flexing his fingers and vibrating them into Ben’s ribs.
“He remembers being a squeaky toy, that’s for sure.” Diego added, prodding up and down his sides, just to prove his point. Ben’s laugh was full of little squeals and squeaks; and to everyone’s delight, he hadn’t outgrown it.
“And that spot right around his portal. He screamed so loud that one time.” Luther said, thinking back to when they were younger and would “inspect” the port “just in case” and tickle around and around the edges until he cried laughing.
“If I recall, there was something that used to drive him wild.” Diego said, circling back to Ben’s exposed belly, leaning in close and taking a deep breath before blowing hard.
“NO!”
And it was too much.
He didn’t mean to leave Klaus’ body, but there was something about Diego’s scruff making contact with his stomach that had launched him out of the physical plane.
The others didn’t see Ben leave, but they saw how Klaus’ body shuddered and they all pulled back at once.
“Did…did he just?” Luther asked, biting back his own laughter.
“What-what happened?” Klaus was back in control but still trying to put back the pieces of how he got there. How did he end up on the floor? Why was his heart racing? He felt like he just did 20 sets of sit-ups while holding his breath. When he looked over to Ben for an answer, he refused to say a word, hiding his face in his hands.
“Apparently he’s still just as ticklish as we remember.”
“His soul actually left your body.” Five said, giggling.
“You fucking tickle-exorcised Ben. I don’t believe it.” He tipped his head back and let out a wheeze of laughter. In the corner of his eye, Ben flipped him off, cheeks darkening. Klaus didn’t tell the others, but he was still giggling. He didn’t need a body to feel safe and appreciated, exhausted and content. The visitation had helped, but when Klaus’ hands glowed blue and everyone could see him for a second as he squeaked and hiccupped, all he could see was fondness on his brothers’ faces. They hadn’t forgotten how to make him feel included and happy. Ben hadn’t forgotten he was loved.
A/N: I think this is actually my favorite fic I’ve written for this week. I couldn’t wait to post it :)
Movie night wasn’t the only “mandatory fun” the household had started keeping up with. Game night probably never would have happened in a million years if Vanya hadn’t suggested it and everyone wanted to let her have this one thing. Not that it had gone well, naturally. The initial concern would be that no one would care enough to show up, but the opposite ended up being true. No, everyone cared entirely too much when it came to game night. She had forgotten that everyone in the house was competitive as all hell, and so far there had been three game nights in a row that ended in someone flipping the board in frustration. It took serious begging to give it all one more try, and reluctantly, everyone agreed, if not out of the potential entertainment that would come from giving Klaus a Taboo buzzer.
Vanya had also thought things over, learning from the past nights. This had to be different. Everyone gave her looks of startled bewilderment when she came into the house that day, Klaus in tow, with a traffic cone, a 2x4, spray glitter, and a bulk bag of googly eyes.
“We’re making the game this time and it’s gonna be better than anything else you suggest, so don’t even start.” Klaus announced.
It somehow ended up being so much worse. There were seven pages of hand-written rules and a haphazardly painted board studded with google eyes and plastic dinosaurs. They had all been trying to play for a solid half hour and not even Vanya could remember what the objective had been. Putting the finishing touches on the game had taken up a good part of the night, so midnight was slowly approaching when things started to get real.
“So clearly, the spacemen need to roll to enter the chaos volcano and trade for the ice crystal if you’re going restore the dinosaur kingdom.” Diego moved the plastic army man they had been using as pawns, approaching a cardboard volcano at the center of the board.
“We don’t have enough HP to enter the volcano realm, yet. Everyone still needs to collect the spells.” Luther said, flipping back through the rules again for what seemed the thousandth time. None of it made sense. Vanya sank down in her seat ever so slightly. The goal was to make a game where everyone used their competitive-ass natures to work together for once, and she couldn’t even do that right. Five kept looking at her out of the corner of his eye, silently begging for her to allow him to leave. If this didn’t turn around in fifteen minutes, she was throwing in the towel.
“How can we be spacemen and also wizards?” Allison asked, looking over Luther’s shoulder to see the rules for herself, trying to find the bizarre cast of characters they had to pick from when starting the game. Spacemen, necromancers, aliens, ghosts, something called Bananamen…was there even a mention of wizards here? Five, on the other hand, had not looked at the rules since beginning out of silent protest for being part of game night once again. He stared into space or at the bottom of his empty mug, waiting for everyone to give up so he could just go to bed.
Klaus had long stopped trying to explain the rules that he and Vanya had come up with and instead became distracted with how many of the little plastic eyes he could pick off the board and stick to his face.
“Well, my character is a dinosaur and also a necromancer, so anything is possible.” Vanya added, trying to stay positive.
“See, so she can resurrect us in the volcano realm.” Diego said.
“She can only be allowed three healing spells. Did you pay any attention to the lizard king?” Allison asked.
“If Diego had used the action cards to fill out the sidequest-“ Vanya tried to balance between letting the others figure things out and outright telling them what to do out of growing frustration, and it wasn’t going well.
“Who has time for the sidequests?”
Five buried his face in his hands, slowly slumping down in his chair. No one could tell him he wasn’t being a good sport for just showing up.
“You’re just going to sit there as a level-two hermit and tell me, to my face, that I’m wrong?” Oh great. Diego was on his feet now, staring Luther down across the table. It was only a matter of time before the giant sheet of plywood they had used as a board was going to go flying.
“I will look you dead in your face and say you have zero idea how the sidequest with the elf queen was supposed to get us to the volcano realm.” And now Luther was also standing, nearly hitting his head on the chandelier that hung over the table. A shadow fell over the board
“Hey, guys. Look. I’m an angel now.” Klaus interjected, drawing attention to his eye-covered face, “I’m using my holy damage by punching the volcano in the face until we get the ice crystal.” The two feuding brothers ignored him, still refusing to take a seat until the problem was solved.
“You shut your damn velociraptor mouth.” Diego growled.
From behind his hands, Five squeaked. Vanya looked closer and realized his shoulders were shaking. He wasn’t just playing up his exasperation for dramatic effect; he was giggling. The others turned as well, equally surprised.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Allison asked, “We hadn’t heard much at all from our level 3 firebreather.” Five shook his head, still covering his face. He was doing a progressively worse job at keeping himself quiet, and his laughter was beginning to break through, high-pitched and sweet.
“He would always get like this when he stayed up too late.” Luther said, “Don’t you guys remember?” The memories slowly started to come back of them sneaking into each other’s rooms after lights-out to actually be kids for once. Five was always the first to succumb to the midnight giggles, curling up and hiding his face in a pillow to muffle the sound so he wouldn’t get them caught. It would spread like wildfire, and they would all end up giving into that magical hour of the night where everything became funny, cracking jokes and teasing each other and finally not taking anything too seriously. Either Five had never outgrown it, or it was just another perk of new form.
“He’s overtired. I guess he’s just loopy.” Allison said, grinning as she heard a muffled snort come from the giggling pile of sleep-deprived goo that was her brother. He put his head down on the table and buried his head in his arms, well-past being able to stop at this point.
“Instead of turning into a pumpkin at midnight he just turns into a gigglebox.” Klaus leaned over and squeezed his knee, “Come on, let me see your smiling face!” Five squealed, nearly falling out of his chair trying to squirm away. He still refused to lift his head and show that he was actually capable of laughing.
“We need your firebreather wisdom, be a team player!” Diego added, coming over from behind and digging his hands into his ribcage.
A solid thud came from under the table, knocking over several pieces on the board from the force. Everyone sitting nearby said a silent word of thanks that Five ended up kicking the underside of the table and not anyone’s shins. Five kicked like a mule when he was tickled, especially in the scream-laughing stage Diego had him in as he wiggled his fingers in-between each bone.
“Oh, and now he’s taking down the bananamen army.” Luther said, throwing up his hands in mock-anger.
Five finally lifted his head, swatting his brothers away. His unrestrained cackling bounced off the walls, almost startling in its volume and intensity.
“E-Enough!” He squeaked out, sniffling. His face was bright red and streaked with tears. The brothers slowed down, but still didn’t stop completely, sneaking in pokes and squeezes to keep him giggling.
“His dimples hadn’t changed at all.” Klaus said, pinching his cheek and giving him one last tickle behind his knee. Five swatted him with one hand and muffled his laughter with the other, shoulders shaking. He couldn’t look Klaus in the face with those stupid googly eyes and Diego’s ‘ ”shut your velociraptor mouth” comment kept playing over and over in his head. The teasing and the tickling did nothing to help his attempts at pulling himself together. He pounded his fist on the table, the hand over his mouth doing little to suppress his giggle fit.
“Is it past someone’s bedtime?” Allison asked, doing everything in her power to be condescending.
“I h-HA-hate you!” He managed out at last. Everyone waited for him to blink away in a burst of angry eyebrows and swearing, but he stayed. He actually stayed. Vanya then considered every part of game night a success. No one had seen or heard Five laugh, really laugh, in forever. She had almost forgotten what it sounded like. Five himself probably forgot what it felt like, still shaking with leftover giggles from the tickle attack. He finally caught his breath, trying to scowl but failing.
“I hate you.” He repeated, wiping his eyes.
“You hate how much I’m kicking this volcano’s ass.” Klaus said, “You wish you were a level 420 angel spaceman like me.”
“Now you’re just making things up!” Vanya said. The game was hopelessly out her hands at this point, but she was strangely at peace with it.
“We made up the entire game! If anything, I’m just creating the expansion pack as we speak.” Klaus defended, grabbing the rules out of Vanya’s hands and scribbling a new page of ideas.
The game went on well into the night, with each twist and turn becoming more and more bizarre. Five’s uncommonly giddy mood was infectious, and everyone had to stick around to enjoy it while it lasted, even grabbing at his knees when he tried to shift back into his typically grouchy state. The ice crystal was never acquired, but Five ended up with the hiccups from laughing so much and so hard, so everyone thought the evening was worth it. As the game wrapped up, everyone left the room feeling somewhat lighter, relieved almost. They were going to have to start later more often.
A/N: These two are my absolute favorites and I love them so, so much. I hope y’all enjoy.
“Ow!” Ben pulled away from his brother, covering his face. Practicing with his new corporeal form may have sounded like a good way to spend the day, but it was his own fault when he got too cocky and tried to sneak up on Klaus and startle him by grabbing his shoulders.
“What-“ Klaus’ eyes softened, reaching out for him. He hadn’t meant to elbow Ben in the face. He didn’t mean to do anything. Having Ben touch him after so long was so jarring and now he was mad and they were never going to work together the same because he ended up hurting everyone and it was his damn fault.
“As soon as you find out we can touch, you’re trying to knock my lights out, huh?”
“Let me see. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Ben still covered the side of his face, grimacing. How long could he pull this off until Klaus caught on that he was hatching a plan?
“It hurts like hell. Do I have a black eye?” He kept feeling along his cheekbone and eye socket, just enough that Klaus couldn’t get a good look. If he knew Klaus was going to look so guilty, he wouldn’t have planned such a counterattack, but it was too late now.
“I can’t tell, maybe get closer?” Ben reluctantly leaned in, finally taking his hand away and dramatically revealing absolutely nothing was wrong with his face at all.
“Hey, I thi-“ Next thing Klaus knew, he was flat on his back with his wrists pinned down over his head. Ben smirked down at him, shifting to the side to pin his legs down with his knees.
“Sike!” He crowed.
“You prick!” Klaus was so overwhelmed with the relief that he hadn’t hurt Ben that his betrayal had taken a solid moment to process.
“Don’t you remember any of those war strategy books we had to read?” Rule 34. Fake an injury to gain sympathy from the enemy. If only he had remembered. The bastard.
“What I don’t remember is how you got so dense. Aren’t you supposed to be…floaty?” How did Ben get so strong? For a second, he thought about weakening their connection so he could squirm away, but Ben didn’t ask for much and to be honest, Klaus had it coming.
“So you apparently you’re going to abuse me verbally instead of physically. Let’s see where that gets you.”
“I’m telling the truth! You got h- ACK!” Ben slipped one hand down to grab at his brother’s exposed waist, grinning as he yelped and tried to curl in on himself.
“Oh, I’ve missed this.”
“Ok, you got me. Now you c-“ He spidered his hand up Klaus’ side, making his words break off into giggling.
“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t understand.” He started to squeeze his way along his sides, making his laughter rise half an octave as he kicked and gasped and helplessly swatted at him.
He didn’t need to have his arms pinned down after all. Neither of them had kept up with their training much, and any attempts at sparring lately had been them weakly slapping at each other until it inevitably turned into tickling to get a cheap victory. Klaus pushed at Ben’s hands and tried to block his attempts at getting his hands under his arms again, but when he tried to fight him off, his brother’s ghost hands went straight through his own.
“..A-are you doing that yourself?” Ben could touch him, but not the other way around. How was that even fair? Klaus could fight him tooth and nail, but all his attempts at contact went straight through. Ben’s hands, however, felt just as tangible and solid as the ground beneath Klaus’ squirming body.
“I guess? But I can still do this!” He wriggled his fingers right above his ribs, preparing to strike before switching places and digging into his hips instead. Klaus screeched, throwing his head back and arching his spine so sharply he nearly threw Ben off. The old bait-and-switch got him every time.
“Are you trying to wake the dead? I’m already here!” He couldn’t help giggling, part at his own joke and part because of the shrieking, infectious cackle that was wracking his brother. It felt so good to feel someone again, to laugh with them. This had to have been the most carefree he had seen Klaus in forever, head tipped back and cheeks going red.
Klaus finally managed to squirm out from under him, trying to army-crawl away before Ben was right back on top of him.
“It’s adorable that you think you’re protecting yourself.” He said, making his hands into claws and lightly scraping down his back.
“You’re ehehevil!”
“You hit me in the face and called me fat-“
“D-dense!”
“So if anything, I’m just getting even.”
Klaus tried to mimic his words in a high-pitched, whiny voice, but his laughter overtook him as Ben started scribbling around his shoulder blades. He knew just where to go and how to touch to get the best reactions. Scratching at his shoulders made him tense up and squeak. Poking at his underarms made him howl. Digging his thumbs into his hips made him go into silent hysterics, only interrupted by snorts. Ben couldn’t help but notice that he didn’t ask him to stop once. He was having the time of his life. They both were.
Klaus finally ended up shifting over to curl up on his side, knees pulled up and not afraid to kick if Ben got too close.
“And now I have everything at my disposal, how considerate.” Instead of pouncing, Ben got him from behind again, tangling their legs so he could get at Klaus’ back and hips at the same time.
“Now if you just, I don’t know, apologize for everything you’ve done…I might show you a little mercy.”
“Never!”
“Ow!” Ben yelped, as Klaus had thrown his head back again and accidentally headbutted him.
“I-I’m soho-HA-ry!” He turned to check for damage, still giggling helplessly. Ben tried his best to scowl, but was softened when he saw the crinkles in the corners of Klaus’ eyes and the tears running down his cheeks. It had taken him all of 30 seconds to contradict himself, but Ben was out for blood.
“Apology not accepted.” He launched a new attack, scribbling up and down the backs of his ribs, crossing over to his back, occasionally venturing up to his shoulder blades. Klaus finally let out the iconic witch cackle of his that the family had teased him about, almost more shrieking than laughing. Ben channeled every bit of this corporeal form into seeing how far he could take things. His face may not have been hurting anymore, but he tasted vengeance and now he was insatiable. Klaus’ reactions only kept him going, the way he snorted or how his eyeliner was running. Ben had gotten him to the stage where he was completely lost in laughter, only able to wriggle slightly in his grasp and shake his head.
Ben finally let up after one last series of squeezes, starting at his hips and working up to his waist and sides, ending with a flourish right at the top of his ribs. Klaus curled up with his knees to his chest, wheezing.
“I figured you’ll apologize better when you can talk.”
“F-fuck youhou.” Klaus gasped out. He rubbed at his eyes, but only succeeded in making himself look like a raccoon as he smudged the remaining eyeliner all over his face.
“Ok, panda-ass.” Klaus pretended to look hurt for a moment, but Ben noticed he was biting his lip. The edges of his mouth trembled, and with a loud snort, he fell apart all over again. Ben joined in, overtaken with the silliness of the entire situation. Neither of them could stop laughing for what felt like the longest time, rolling around and swatting at each other like they had done many, many years ago.
One of the best parts about tickling Klaus was how long he stayed tickled. Anyone could count on him still being overcome with snorts and hiccups a solid two to five minutes after they stopped. Ever since he was a kid, he couldn’t stop giggling for the longest time, much to the teasing of the others going “Why are you still laughing?” and “We’re not even touching you!” Apparently, it was all still true as he stretched out flat, limp and giddy as he tried to catch his breath. Ben watched Klaus as he laid there, holding his ribs and tittering to himself. He couldn’t help but laugh at just how ridiculously happy he looked.
“Panda-ass.” He repeated, shaking his head and catching his breath. “You suck.”
“You’re such a drama queen.” Klaus reached out to smack at his leg, but Ben snuck his hand up under his arm and got in a quick tickle. His brother screeched and curled up even tighter, still giggling ever so slightly. If anyone walked in on him now, they would think he was completely stoned to the bone, Ben thought.
“Who thought you’d be so worked up over ghost tickles, huh?”
“You need to stop.”
“Make me.”
“I will when I’m not at death’s door.” There was one last thing Ben wanted to try feeling. He moved closer so that he was right beside Klaus and could use his torso as a pillow, tucking his hands beside his head.
“If you move, I’ll tickle you again.” Klaus held up his hands in-mock surrender, all too happy to get a moment of rest as the last of the giggles bubbled out, shaking his chest. Ben grinned at the feeling. Hearing someone laugh and seeing someone laugh was great, but actually feeling it? Ben had missed it terribly.
When Klaus finally got his breath back and was ready to wrestle Ben down and get revenge, he realized he missed feeling laughter come from himself as well.
A/N: Happy day 3, everyone :) I thought it would be super fun to write about the sibs as kiddos and tbh I had the best time. I hope you all enjoy
Despite the entire having powers thing, they never got tired of playing superheroes. Maybe they should have blamed it on the training drilled into them nonstop; it was all they knew. But if it was, maybe it wasn't so bad compared to the other parts of their childhood. They all had memories of racing through the house after each other, shrieking and laughing and lost in the fantasy of being someone else.
Allison had a secret bent towards villains. She loved the drama of it all, the scheming, the witty remarks, the dark colors and flowing costumes. While everyone fought over who got to save the day, she reveled somewhat in getting to be bad, just for a moment.
Especially when she got to pick on her brothers, finally getting an upper hand before someone inevitably rushed in to the rescue.
"Now here's your last chance before I drop you into the worm pit...who are you working for?" She paced the length of the room before dramatically turning on her heel and facing Five, their damsel in distress for the day. He leaned back in a chair, arms behind his back like he had been tied up.
"Fuck you!" Five's voice cracked and Allison couldn't help giggling. In all honesty, he was the first in line to be "captured" and be oh-so unfortunately trapped in the villain's lair, avoiding Luther and Diego desperately trying to one-up each other with their rescue.
"We have ways of making you talk." Klaus announced, flinging Allison's boa over his shoulders and fluttering the edge over Five's neck. He squealed.
"You said you would let me hide here until Luther showed up!"
"You gotta tell me your secret identity or it's into the worm pit you go!" Klaus wriggled his fingers and Five shrunk away.
"What my assistant said!" Allison said, “We know your weakness, and if you don’t surrender now, so will the world.”
"Not so fast!" Diego announced, masked and all as he appeared in the doorway, "You've done evil for the last time…evildoers." Five bit back a smirk. He couldn’t say his brother wasn’t trying.
"Oh no. I'm so scared."
"As you should be!" Ben added, emerging by his side. Allison struck a haughty pose, head tipped back and hands on her hips
"Whatever, I STILL have your secret code to the confetti factory so I can break into the vault and take ALL the-EEK"
Her pose was exactly perfect for Five, who they only pretended was tied to the chair, to sneak up from behind and shove his hands up under her arms, right where he knew it tickled most.
"You've found her weakness!" Klaus grinned, rubbing his hands together and letting out an evil laugh. He couldn’t help but sneak in a few pokes to her ribs himself.
"You TRAITOR!" She shrieked, trying to get away from the death grip Five had on her.
"I’m the bad guy! I do what I want."
“Then do you want to help us interrogate Madame Wicked?” Diego asked.
“What do we need-“
“Interrogation!” Ben was just going to assume Diego didn’t know entirely what the word meant yet, but he was happy to go along with the plans.
Luther joined them, skidding to a halt in the doorway, dramatically late when everyone knew he was just waiting to come in at the last minute and save whoever needed it. This time, it seems that his squad had beaten him to the sweet satisfaction of justice; the threat already contained as everyone was in the process of seeing what information Allison was going to give up.
“What’s your real name?”
“Where are you keeping the codes?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“Klaus!”
They all piled onto each other, a wriggling ball of kicking limbs and shrieks. Diego ended up pinning Allison’s arms behind her back so Five could get better leverage at her ribs. She was nearly folded in half with laughter, her long hair falling in her face. They had already forgotten about extracting information and gone straight to torture for torture’s sake.
“Try her neck.” A voice said from the doorway. Vanya watched the scene play out in front of her, a faint spark of mischief in her eyes. Allison went to protest, but all that came out were shrieks as Ben lightly tickled down the back of his sister’s neck. Her legs kicked out and nearly hit Luther in the face.
“Do you want to try?” Ben asked, “It’s fun.” Vanya shook her head, but she was smiling for once, lingering for a moment to watch before she left. It could be considered an improvement, possibly.
“I’ll get you for this!” Allison said, although to no one in particular. All of her brothers were playing an equal role at being terrible.
“Not from white-collar business prison, you’re not. Because it’s on an island. Underwater.” Luther declared.
“And it’s guarded by penguins!” Klaus added.
“And the penguins know karate.” Diego said.
Just when Allison thought she was going to lose her mind completely, Five screeched. Everyone turned and noticed Klaus had gotten bored picking on his sister and had looked for someone else to bother instead. He rubbed his knuckles up and down Five’s ribcage, making him howl.
“I’d like to see you all try and get away with that! Especially now that I have the heir to the confetti factory fortune.”
“Stohop s-switching sides!” Five managed between giggles, trying and failing to glare him down.
“Make me! I’m eeeevil again.” He took a swing at Ben as well, who squeaked as he dodged his hand. What brought him back on track was the sound that left Allison’s lips, so different in nature from her loud, musical laugh.
“She snorted!”
“She sounds like Luther.” The others burst into giggles at Ben’s observation. She would have retaliated instantly and tickled Ben until he cried if she were able, but she was far beyond being able to do anything at that point. Her face grew hotter as more snorts found their way out. She couldn’t even get her hands out of her brothers’ grip to cover her mouth.
“Ok! OK!” She shrieked out, kicking and fighting until they all finally stopped. Allison wanted to go back into villain-mode so badly, all aloof and dramatic. However, she had just had a full-blown snort fit and her uniform was hopelessly rumpled from wrestling with the others and her stomach hurt from laughing so much. The best she could do was manage to look pissed-off.
“Now TALK.” Diego grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her playfully. His smile was giving him away, and everyone was now far too giggly to suspend their disbelief too highly.
“It’s too late. I’ve passed on the information to one of your own. There’s a double-crosser among you.” Allison rubbed her hands together before pointing to Luther, the one who had suspiciously joined the “heroes” so late.
“Surprise, bitches!” Number one grabbed Diego in a headlock with one arm and launched a tickle-attack on his belly with the other, making him screech. Allison had finally started to carry about her revenge on Ben for going for her neck. Klaus, now back on the villain side, had Five by the wrist and was skittering his fingers over the palms of his hands, sending him into hysterics.
The plotline of their game only became more and more convoluted from there, but the confetti factory heist saga was the most fun anyone had in months. Victory flipped from the heroes to the villains and back again countless times over the course of the afternoon. Everyone claimed they had found the other’s weakness, and the halls echoed with giggling and shrieking. Allison stayed “evil” the entire time either to carry out torture or receive the vengeance that maybe wasn’t so terrible after all; what was the point of being good all the time if she couldn’t at least pretend to be just a little bad?
hello !! just wanted to drop in and say i loved facing the facts sm!!!! nvm the descriptions (which were amazing) i loved the dialogue,,, you nAILED their dynamic!!!
A/N: Thank y’all so much for all your kind words from the first fic. I hope you guys like this one :)
In all fairness, all Lila was planning on was getting coffee. Having at least half a pot going at all times was the one constant she could count on in the house, especially with Five around. She didn’t mean to walk in on what appeared to be a scuffle between the oldest little brother and her boyfriend at all, but when she started down the stairs, all she could hear were random curses and the muffled “pop” of Five blinking over and over. Then she heard something change. Someone…giggled? Five must have been in one of his rare mischievous moods.
“What are you up to?” She peered over the edge of the railing. Diego was standing in a rigid, defensive stance, hugging his torso while Five blinked around and around him from every imaginable angle. He was doing…something, but Lila couldn’t get a good look at what as Diego tried to swat him away whenever he would make contact. When they noticed Lila, they both stopped and looked up. It didn’t take two seconds for Diego to go red in the face.
“Just having a debate, and someone won’t accept facts.” Five announced, glaring Diego down.
“Can you not be an ass for one minute?” Five chose not to respond, instead blinking again and reappearing right behind his brother, grabbing his sides.
So that was where that giggle had come from.
“He said he wasn’t ticklish after I made him scream ten minutes ago, and if there’s something I hate, it’s a liar.”
“You screamed, huh?” Diego refused to meet Lila’s eyes, staring directly at the floor.
“I yelped out of surprise.” He defended, turning to Five and grabbing his wrist before he could strike again, “And you didn’t even hear it, so you can’t prove I did even if I did.”
“Is that how it’s gonna be?” Five asked. Diego was starting to hate the devious eye contact his brother and girlfriend were now sharing. Somehow it was even worse when all eyes turned to him.
“I’m just…going to head out-“
“Not so fast.” Lila materialized in front of him. Dammit. She rested her hands on his waist, barely light enough to touch. Either way, Diego felt ready to crawl out of his skin. Lila was going to be merciless, he just knew it.
“That wasn’t Five that giggled, was it?”
“Nope.” A voice said behind him. Diego turned and there was Five, smirking deviously up at him like Diego couldn’t throw him across the room with one hand. The people to the front and back of him were getting closer, going in for the kill. Diego knew running wouldn’t save him now. All he could do was threaten his vengeance.
“You two are so dead. This is unf-“ His words were interrupted by a shriek as Lila reached from behind and flexed her fingertips into the soft part of his waist. Five laughed out loud at his reaction, which Diego may have found surprising and even sweet almost if he wasn’t being tortured for his awful family’s entertainment.
“Told you he screams.”
“I don’t know about you…but I like his giggle more.” Diego was fighting to stay upright as Lila’s hands found their way under his shirt, scratching away at the bare skin just above his navel. He tried to growl though his suppressed laughter, biting his lip and shaking his head. If he was too loud, more people were going to hear and join in and he was going to find himself in the very depths of Tickle Hell.
He was folded over at this point, helplessly giggling as the torment went on. As soon as he would push a hand away, two more would seem to take its place. The hands were poking, squeezing, skittering and all of Diego’s nerves stood on end. His belly was a target and every touch was hitting the bull’s eye.
“This would all be over if you weren’t so stubborn.” Five said, grinning as Diego’s knees buckled and he almost tipped over. Lila had found a spot that made him throw his head back and howl, his entire body wavering.
“M-m not…”
“Is something that funny? I want to hear!” Lila said, faking interest as she dragged her nails in little circles across his abdomen.
“F-fuck ohoff!”
“I know it’s not because you’re ticklish.”
“I’m NOT!”
“You’re right. You definitely outgrew it.” If Diego hadn’t been using all of his willpower to just stay standing, he would completely annihilate Five.
“But if you’re not ticklish, why do you get all squirmy and silly when I do this?” Lila made her hand into a claw and vibrated it right in the middle of his belly, “Just a little tickletickletickle and you’re a mess!” Diego let out a cackle that echoed through the house, unable to even get a word out.
“What did he do now?” A voice asked from the top of the stairs. Klaus looked down on them, his face already lighting up at the thought of joining the fun. This was exactly what Diego knew and dreaded the entire time, and he couldn’t even try to look intimidating since the others were already tearing him apart.
“Refuse to face the facts.” Diego finally slid down to the floor, trying to bring his knees up to his chest for protection so he could catch his breath. The tormenting hands may have slowed briefly, but he still couldn’t stop laughing. It was like someone had pulled a plug inside him and he couldn’t stop it from rushing out.
“Sounds typical.”
“Oh b-blow mehehe!” He couldn’t make his voice threatening, so he hoped his words would do.
“Don’t be crude, sweet brother.” Klaus made his grand entrance, sliding down the bannister for the last few stairs and sticking the landing, “It doesn’t suit you.”
“Fuck off.” He felt completely ridiculous trying to be aggressive while curled up in a ball on the floor, fighting off giggles as Five and Lila tried to sneak in pokes around him.
“You did give us an idea.” Lila said, “I mean, when you asked us to blow you?” If it was even possible, Diego felt his face grow redder.
“NononoNONAH!” Next thing he knew, she was on top of him, hiking his shirt up and just about to make contact with his stomach. He fought like an animal, but there was no way of throwing her off.
“It’s cute how you think sucking it in is gonna save you now.” Klaus added, kneeling down to grab Diego’s arms and pin them over his head. Five followed suit and laid across his legs, securing the area best he could for Lila to deal the literal death blow.
Everyone expected a scream when Lila blew the first raspberry, but Diego skipped the stage entirely, falling straight into silent laughter.
“Look at his shoulders!” Klaus said, laughing as well. Diego’s whole body shook with hysterics but his shoulder could only be described as bouncing. He hadn’t seen him like this in forever, and now even Five was laughing with them. The four felt wrapped in giddiness, knowing each other well enough to perfectly balance tearing someone apart without going too far, and how to have the most fun doing it.
“You’re making him cry.” Five added. Diego tried to get his arms out of Klaus’ grip the best he could. He hated that everyone could see that he was being literally tickled to tears here. Everyone had teased him for it ever since they were all kids and would wrestle him down and leave him red-eyed and sniffling and beside himself with laughter.
Lila finally lifted her head, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Oh, really? I was just trying to make him laugh. Silly me.”
“It tickles, doesn’t it?” He finally nodded, unable to agree with anything out loud. That was the signal for everyone to stop.
She climbed off of him at last, but not before giving him one good last tickle. Klaus let go of his arms and Five was already on his feet, looking serious and dignified as if he hadn’t just been an accomplice in all-but breaking Diego.
“You…” He hadn’t even tried to sit up yet and the room was spinning. “You all suck. That fucking tickled so bad.” All he wanted was the floor to swallow him whole as he laid there, breathless and hoarse and spun out on endorphins.
Five’s jaw dropped and he pumped his fist, finally getting the confession he wanted. “So was that so hard?” He asked, grinning away.
“He…he said the word! He never does that.” Klaus was equally floored. Lila took a dramatic bow, blowing Diego a kiss when he flipped her the bird.
“You did almost kill him.” A voice said from above. Allison had been there for who knew how long, watching the scene unfold. Her phone was out too, no doubt recording the ordeal.
“You were there the whole time?” Now Diego was truly read to curl up and die, covering his face as he tried to regulate his breathing.
“I was going to step in if you didn’t get over yourself.”
“Please put that in the group chat.” Klaus called up to her, “I gotta watch him say the word again just to make sure it really happened.”
“You already know I will.” The others slowly drifted off to go on with their day, so that only Lila and her remains of a boyfriend remained. She poked his stomach and he shrieked, finally sitting up to swat her hands away.
“If I get you coffee too, will you stop being a baby?”
“Coffee and vengeance on a certain 58 year old, maybe.”
A/N: I’m trying my hand at TUA tickle fic week. Hope y’all enjoy :)
It wasn’t that Luther planned on leaving movie night originally, but if he had to put up with one more Abba song he was going to lose whatever shreds of sanity he had left. When Allison picked Mamma Mia, none of the siblings Luther thought he could count on had stopped her. No, her terrible choice was instead encouraged by all the time the first song had started, with the exception of Five who would inevitably fall asleep 10 minutes into whatever was onscreen. Grumpy old man.
“I’m…uh, I need to go do a few things.” He finally said about a half hour in, getting up and shrugging off the pile of fuzzy blankets that had turned the couch into a nest of limbs and fleece.
“Down in front!” Diego said, not stopping him by any means and instead much more interested in what was going on in the movie that his brother was currently blocking. “It’s getting good.” He twisted sideways to get a look around the landmass eclipsing the screen. Since when was Luther’s knife-wielding vigilante brother so invested in jukebox musicals?
“You can’t just leave.” Allison said, “If we sat through all of Interstellar, you can sit through this.”
“Skipping out on Abba is a hate crime.” Klaus added, his voice half muffled as he rested his head on Vanya’s shoulder.
“I’m just gonna go. I missed a workout and-“
“Nope!” As he turned to go, a force hit his legs and nearly sent him to the floor. Allison had hopped up and wrapped herself around his leg, clinging like a child who didn’t want to be left with the babysitter.
“Not happening.” She could have easily rumored his feet to the ground, but this was the strategy that had made the most sense at the time. Luther found himself smiling despite himself. He tried to shake her off, anchoring himself with his free leg as he kicked. This did nothing to shake the death grip she had around his leg. He rolled his eyes and took a step towards the hallway, trudging a little but barely swayed at all by the person sitting directly on his foot.
“Well, I guess you’re just going to come with me, then.”
“Not if I can help it!” Klaus emerged from his blanket shroud, stumbling as the cloth wrapped around his foot before he promptly attached himself to Luther’s other leg.
“Now try and go anywhere!”
“Get off!”
“No!” They answered in unison, grinning up at him. He swore the two of them fed off each other in a feedback loop of silliness and bad ideas.
“This is a hostage situation, I’m not negotiating with-gah!” He felt the distinct scraping of acrylic nails creep up his leg. “Stop that!” He hated how a giggle slipped out and punctuated the end of his sentence. Klaus began to mirror his sister’s actions, squeezing up and down his calves.
When Allison reached up and grabbed at the back of his thigh, Luther let out a boom of laughter that nearly drowned out the movie. He wavered finally, swinging his arms out for balance.
“I will fall on you.” He couldn’t even bend his knees properly with the way they were clinging on.
“Not if you come back!” Klaus said, tickling his way up and down in a way that nearly caused his brother’s legs to buckle completely. He couldn’t go anywhere now. If he tried to step forward or back, he was going down with those stupid tickly feelings running up and down his legs.
“And shut up.” Diego added from his place on the couch, frowning as he turned on the subtitles.
“I’m not answering to-“ Any incoming threats or accusations broke off as wheezes shook his frame as Klaus grabbed at him, one hand on his calf and one squeezing right behind his knees. Luther tried to trudge forward with the deadweight on his legs, off-balance from the giggling that he wouldn’t control for the life of him. He tried to hold it all in and make himself composed enough to pull his brother and sister off, but Allison struck a nerve by poking in just the right spot and he snorted.
“And it begins.” He knew it was coming, but he couldn’t stop. The fact that the mischievous burdens on his legs were laughing too made it so much worse. This was unfair. It was two against one and it tickled unbearably. If Allison kept spidering her nails down his calves, he was going down fast.
“If you stay, we’ll stop!” Luther couldn’t even work out a response that wasn’t broken up by wheezing or those giggles he thought were so stupidly uncharacteristic.
“Or you can go into a snort fit and keep embarrassing yourself.” A new voice said from the couch. Oh, so Five was awake now. He wished he could reach down and pull them off without his stupid disproportionate torso sending him toppling over. All he could do was stand there, anchored in place as went into a new wave of giggles and snorts.
“Ok! Ok!” Finally, he shuffled his feet a few inches towards the couch, showing that he had given in. Allison and Klaus untangled themselves from his limbs, and they all went back to their spot in the warm, contented pile of throw pillows and blankets and giggling family members, all well-entertained from the double feature that went on before them.
“Was that so hard?” Allison asked.
“Just so you know, I’m rewinding everything.” Diego said, grabbing for the remote. On screen, a group of shirtless men flew backwards out of the water and marched in reverse along the length of a dock, now completely dry.
“Oh, we missed the best part!” Klaus added, poking at Luther’s side and making him squeak. He only pretended to be annoyed when the others laughed at the sound.
Whenever he got restless for the rest of the movie, Allison kept her hand on that sweet spot on the back of Luther’s knee to keep him smiling. He even kept quiet when someone suggested they watch the sequel immediately after. Five, on the other hand, had been mostly asleep while Luther was learning his lesson, and all the methods of persuasion were on his knees instead when he decided to complain.
