Heyo! I’m Squiggily! Welcome to my sfw tickle-blog! *I am an adult* *NOT A KINK BLOG* She/her pronouns. * Addicted to fluffy things *REQUESTS: CLOSED*Check Pinned Post for request status/updates :D
Hi! My name’s Squiggily, and welcome to my blog! I love writing fluffy fanfics and dabbles (With the occasional angst) of various fandoms and characters I enjoy!
Some quick things to note:
💜Tickling is not a fetish/kink for me. It’s totally valid if it is for you, I just personally enjoy it in the platonic/romantic sense only. Thank you for understanding! 💜
💜I’m exclusively SFW here on my blog!* If tickling isn’t your thing, that’s totally valid as well! I have everything tickle-related tagged as “tickle”, “tickle ___” (fic, art, dabble, headcanon/tickle headcanons, tickle talks) for anyone looking to filter tags! (I also have anything non tickle related tagged as “non-tickle”/“non tickle”) 💜
*Sometimes I'll throw in some suggestive humor/more mature themes in my fics. Those will all be tagged/Content-Warned appropriately, but I figured I'd give a heads-up!
💜 I don’t write exclusively tickling! I do take non-tickle requests and headcanons when they are open, so don’t be shy to send them in! Fluff, Angst, family dynamics, AUs, whatever it is I’m willing to give it a twirl :) 💜
💜 I’m exclusively a fictional person when it comes to tickles, so IRL tickle talks and teases aren’t my thing. I also don’t RP. 💜
- Other than that, welcome to my blog! Thank you for reading my fluffy content and feel free to drop in and chat whenever the mood strikes! :3
Masterlist
Ao3
Fluffy Forecast
Fandom Page
Let’s Go Cloud Watching! (Request List)
Cloud 9 (Taglist)
Clear Skies (Taglist Op Out)
Basic Rules
-SFW
- I WILL NOT write explicit NSFW, Bondage/restraints, Non-Con/Dub-Con, Torture, Fetish-centric
- I DO NOT take requests from DMs. Special exceptions are made with friends, but generally speaking I’ll only take requests through my ask box when they are open! This is mainly because DM requests tend to get lost in the void at some point compared to inbox asks/submissions.
-I will write for the fandoms mentioned below. (I have more fandoms! Check the fandom page link for those! :3)
- I DO write Non-tickle focused content! Feel free to request some if desired! :D
-I am willing to write for all ships as long as they’re legal. (Will Not write incest, adult x minor, etc.) I also write both platonic and romantic pairings. (Some ships might be strictly platonic. Check 'Will Not Write For' List for those!)
- I do write for character x reader! All reader characters are gender neutral for inclusivity!
- I have the right to decline requests and prompts at any given time. I try not to do so but if I do end up turning a prompt down I’ll try to let you know.
Topics and Genres
- I do and will write for a variety of genres and topics! Here are my wills and wont’s:
WILL Write for: Tickling, Fluff, Angst, AUs*, Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety and Panic Attacks, Grief, Body insecurity and various other topics similar to those. Feel free to ask and I’ll let you know what I can and can’t do.
WILL NOT Write for: Heavy triggering topics (Murder, Rape, Abuse of any form, Suicide, Self-Harm, etc.). That’s the big one but feel free to send in a ask about a topic; I’ll tell you if I’m able to write it.
*AUs: I am willing to try my hand at them, but if it’s a topic I’m not familiar with or the idea is too vague, I won’t be able to do it.
Free Request:
Free requests are like they are here on my blog! I write for fics, dabbles, head canons, and sentence starters/headcanons to dabbles when they are OPEN! Please check the pinned post before sending in a request!
Headcanon Requests:
I am more than willing to write headcanons for various characters in the fandoms I write for when they are OPEN. These include tickles, non tickles, ships, platonic bonds, etc. etc.
Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps)***
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Also! If you ever decide you don’t want to be on the taglist or you wish to remove yourself from any tagged fandoms, I created a form for you to fill out!
~Fandoms I Write For~
Anime
Big Windup//Black Clover//Blue Lock//Bungo Stray Dogs//Buddy Daddies//Chainsaw Man//Dr. Stone//Death Note//Demon Slayer// The Duke and His Maid//Fire Force//Fruits Basket//Hell's Paradise//Hunter x Hunter// Gachiakuta// Jojo's Bizarre Adventure//Jujutsu Kaisen//Mononoke (Medicine Seller)//Moriarty The Patriot//My Hero Academia//Sk8 The Infinity//Spy x Family//Vinland Saga//Windbreaker//Yu Yu Hakushou
Video Games
100th Line Last Defense Academy//Cafe Enchante//Code Realize//Collar x Malice//Court Of Darkness//Cupid Parasite//Danganronpa//Olympia Soiree//Piofiore: Faded Memories//Pokemon//Rain Code: Master Detectives//Tengoku Struggle//Virche Evermore//9 RIP //Shuten Order//Homichiper//Radiant Tale //
Test Run Fandoms (Series I’m considering adding to my writing list but need to write more of them before I commit.)
-Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney (First game)
-Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Characters I will NOT write for:
**Italics: Might change my mind in the future
-Mineta (My Hero Academia)
-Overhaul (My Hero Academia)
-Junko (Danganronpa)
-Monokuma (Danganronpa)
- Gou (Pokemon) (This one’s more for a lacking of knowledge regarding the character)
-Akito (Fruits Basket)
- Most Pokemon Villain leaders (Exceptions being Hardenshipping and their respective teams, Guzma and his respective team, Volo)**
- Hisoka (Hunter x Hunter)
- Illumi (Hunter x Hunter)
-Ketta Kisaki (Tokyo Revengers)
- Muzan (Demon Slayer)
- Most Lower Moons (Exceptions being Rui, Enmu, and Kyogai) (Don’t really know much of any of them so...yeah.) (Demon Slayer)
-Arrow Demon/Temari Demon (Literally can't think of a scenario for them- sorry!) (Demon Slayer)
- Rein and their Tao forms (Hell’s Paradise)
- Adam (Sk8) (No hate- I just don’t know how to put him in a tickle scenario)
- Dio + Most of his minions (Jjba P.3) **Debatable depending on the stand user**
- Kira Yoshikage (JJBA)
- Tamami Kobayashi (JJBA)
- Diavolo (JJBA)
- Father Pucchi (JJBA)
- Solid Silva (Black Clover)
- Nebra Silva (Black Clover)
-Yomi Hellsmile (Rain:Code)
-Martina Electro (Rain:Code)
-Sirei (100th Line)
Nigou (100th Line)
Strictly Platonic Ships List
Whether I can't see them romantically, I'm uncomfortable with anything beyond platonic, or I just really prefer them as friends. (No hate to any of these ships or to those who like them romantically! These are just personal preferences!) If I think of anymore, I'll add them to the list!
-L and Light (Death Note)
- L and Misa (Death Note)
-Yuno and Asta (Black Clover)
-Kageyama and Hinata (Haikyuu!!)
-Sae and Isagi (Blue Lock)
-Anya and Damien (Spy x Family) (Listen- they are cute! Hints of crushes are fine but I just don't feel comfy writing full blown romantic fics with characters this young)
-Draken and Mikey (Tokyo Revengers)
-Mista and Giorno (JJBA)
-Abe and Mihashi (Big Windup)
-Bakugou and Deku (My Hero Academia)
-Umemiya and Sakura (Really Umemiya with all the First years + Kotoha)
ok so ducky has been fiending over ticklish chrome and I’m gonna tell you all about it
- I love the hc that he calls it “the tickle”
- His tummy is his WORST WORST WORST spot, especially his lower stomach and waistline
- He tries to fight laughing, but only little strangled squeals leave him before he just lets go and can’t help anymore
- Giggles giggles giggles giggles.
- Also ticklish on his back and shoulders
- squirmy wormy guy ok
Ooooo, Ducky you got me thinking about Dr. Stone again! (Also I have your Chrome request and I will be writing it soon especially now that you've tickled the part of my brain that craves this- it will be happening!)
The TICKLE!! Oh my God he's ridiculous with it too- he'll get all dramatic- big eyed and hands up like "The tickle...it's THE TICKLE!" Even when he's the ler (is he ever? Very rare- very very rare), he'll still say "The Tickle". "Here comes the TICKLE!" "The tickle is here! Here's the tickle! Mehehehe, you can't escape the tickle!"
"The tickle, the tickle, the tickle-"
"Chrome it's "tickle"- drop the "the""
"You need some water to clear that stutter in your throat, Senku?"
Oh my God his tummy is AWFUL! He's Pillsbury dough boy of the stone-age era: you can fake poke him there and he'll jump several feet with the most adorable squeal. Once on an expedition for resources, Ukyo had to tie a rope around his waist so he could go explore a cavern safely. What should have taken five minutes tops quickly turned into a 20 minute event where Chrome simply could not. Sit. Still. Baby was dying the entire time and even more so when they tugged on the rope to pull him back up when needed!
Oh God he's got that kind of fighting spirit where he'll boast about being able to hold back his reaction, but the second you touch him he will scream. If he somehow DOES hold it in though, I'd imagine it's like a puppy making whiny noises- or a balloon releasing bits of air before he just erupts. Full on laughing, squealing, screaming out "THIS IS SOOHOHO BAD!" and all kinds of hilarious jungle noises that reach all the way to Ishigami Village.
It scared half the group the first time they heard it, but now they're so used to Chrome's antics it's become white noise.
Oh the giggles! The GIGGLES! He's terribly prone to giggle fits post tickling; he'll lay on the grass and laugh himself sick, curling up like a little bug as he titters. Sometimes he'll be laughing too much to get up, so the team either carries him back or does the ol' Grunkle Stan technique (scene starts at 2:15): just harmless kicks that roll him back to the village or until he finally has it in him to get up.
Ooo, he's got those dancing shoulders! You run your fingers along his shoulderblades and he gets all twitchy and giggly, scrunching up and shimmying- it's downright adorable! Of course if you do it super gently, he'll practically melt against you. He's like a cat getting scritches; pressing into your side and getting cozy. Will giggle out the occasional "Quihiht it!" But if you do stop he'll get all pouty like "Why'd you stop? :< "
He's so SQUIRM! Once Senku found a worm and held it up to him like "This is you when we tickle you." Chrome quickly proved his point when in retaliation he grabbed the worm and threw it at Senku. He escaped briefly- outrunning him; but when they got to the village Senku just had to say out "First one to tickle Chrome gets candy tonight." And it was over.
Oh these brought me such joy! Thank you, Ducky! :D
*sprints in* Look what I found! *slaps down Lee!Ryuki fic I made months ago and only just now rediscovered* Y'ALL! My darling boy- I just remembered how much I love Ryuki, and now I'm here to remind you too! These two are PRECIOUS, and while I'll always be an Alnyette girlie, Ryunette will forever have a soft spot in my core. I hope you like it!
CW: Foot tickles, at times intense tickles
Summary: Ryuki's sensitivity makes it hard to even cuddle at times. Luckily for him, his fiance has no issues with this.
Ryuki, Lynette learned, was a very sensitive person.
Not just in the emotional sense, but in the physical kind too.
“Pfft- you’re so squirmy!” She couldn’t help but laugh at yet another failed attempt to hold her fiance, feeling him shift about. They had been in Japan for a few days now, visiting his hometown and enjoying some sightseeing. It was lovely, but they spent so much time out and about, they barely did more than sleep when they got back to the hotel.
Which was fine- she was having a blast. And it wasn’t as if he was unwilling to be intimate with her during the evenings they actually had energy to spare.
But sometimes she just wanted to lay in their futons and cuddle- wrap her arms around his waist and lay her head against his chest. She wanted to hear the steady increase of his heart rate and how it matched her own as they slowly but surely got used to the feeling. She longed for lazy mornings or cozy nights just…sharing space with him.
Again, a lack of participation wasn’t the issue. It was just…
“I’m sorry- it tickles!” He squirmed when she ran her hand against his side, biting down giggles beneath her. “You're doing this on p-puuhuhrpose!”
“No I’m not!” Okay, maybe she was a little. It was hard to resist when he was so endearing! His laughter was like liquor to her system, making her feel lightheaded and drunk, and oh, that smile…”I’m trying to hold you! Calm down!”
“I’m completely ca-ahahalm!” He twitched like he was electrocuted when she snuggled into him, his titters growing in frequency and volume. “Lynehehehette! Cohoohme on, dohoohn’t do thahahaht!”
“Hmm?” She pressed her face into his chest, nosing past his yukata and pressing sweet little pecks against his ribs. That got him laughing, his hands coming up to paw at her shoulders as he arched beneath her. “I’m just showing you love. Are you laughing at me? That’s so mean- you’ll break my heart, Ryuki.”
“Ehehehahaha! Nohohohow I know yoohohohu’re doing this on puhuuhuhrpose! Ahahaha, dohohon’t tiihihckle mehehee!” He cried, fully laughing as he wiggled about. He squeaked when her fingers joined in, curling against his lower ribs in a slow feathery touch. “Lehhehehehenehehehehhette!”
“Hehe, tickle tickle. My, you really can’t handle this, can you? I thought you were giggly when we visited that Shiba cafe, but this?” She grinned against his skin, recalling their earlier adventure. “This is even better! Hmm..where else are you ticklish?”
“Nohoohho where! Nohoohwhere else!” He quickly claimed, cheeks getting redder. His smile was nervous but excited- he was clearly enjoying this, even if he’d deny it later. “I’m nohohot ticklish anywhere but my rihihibs!”
“Hmmm..are you sure about that?” She smiled, watching him blush more. “I think I recall you being ticklish here too..” She skittered her fingers along his belly, making him squeak and try to curl up. “Oh? Did you lie to me, Ryuki?”
“Ehehehehahaha! Coohohohome ohohohon, dohoohohn’t do thahaha-AHHAhahahha!” He tried to cover his face with his hands, but they immediately dropped down when she pressed in with all ten fingers, kneading the soft spots like dough. “Ehehehehehek! Dohohohon’t do thahahahaht! Eheahha, it tihiihihckles toohoohohohoo muhuhuuch!”
“Ah! So you did lie to me!” She gasped, pretending to be shocked. “That’s a penalty for you, Ryuki! It’s punishment time!”
“Whahat? Whahait, what puhunis-EHEHEHEHEK!” He shrieked when she pushed his robe open, blowing a huge raspberry against his ribs. Her position made it hard to reach his stomach, but the result was still satisfying. “NOHOHO PLEAHHAHSE!”
“Shall I do it again?” She playfully threatened, grinning at his smiling face. “Or do you want to be honest with me?”
“Ehehehe..ehhehehe..do-doohohn’t loohohk at me like thahahat!” He covered his face with his hands, turning away. “Oohoohkay, ohohokay, I’m tiihihcklish thehehere…hahahahppy?”
“Very.” She nodded, giving him a much needed breather. Once he calmed down, she let her fingers walk down his sides, resting at his hips. “How about here?”
“Ehehe..a lihihittle, but not reahhally?” He offered, and she pinched them just to check. He giggled some, but the reaction was definitely minor compared to the rest of his torso. “Sheheheee?”
“I believe you. Now…what about here?” She reached for his armpits, and he immediately shot his arms down tight to block her from them. “Oo, bad spot?”
“Tehheehherrible!” He whined, laughing even though she didn’t touch them. “Nohoohoht my woohohorst though.”
“Oh?” Her curiosity spiked, and he flinched at his accidental reveal. “So you have an even more ticklish spot than your belly and ribs? Even more than your armpits?”
“Y-yheehhes?” He nodded, hiding from her mischievous gaze. “I wohhohon’t tell you though!”
“Oo, gonna make me work for it?” She swept a finger to his neck, wiggling against the back. She knew it wasn’t much of a tickle spot, but he scrunched up anyway with a titter, swatting at her hand. “Okay, not your neck- maybe your…back?” She squirreled her hand under him, scratching the entire way. He arched some at the touch, his giggles growing, but again- not the reaction she was looking for. “Hmmm…I bet it’s your legs.”
“Wait! Whahahit, waihahahit, hohohohld on!” He grabbed her sleeve, preventing her from turning. “Giihihve me a sehehehcond, pleahhase!”
She did, tucking her hands politely beneath her chin as he gasped for air. An arm was tossed over his face, hiding his furious blush, and it took all her willpower not to poke him in his exposed armpit. She was a woman of her word, after all.
Eventually, he lowered his arm, his other hand releasing her sleeve and smoothing it out some. “Okay…okay, fine. You can try. I’m not sorry if I kick you, though.”
“You won’t.” She blew him a kiss, turning around so she was facing his legs. Her hands immediately latched onto his thighs, earning a funny noise from him. “Is it here?”
“Geheheehhehe! Nohohohot rehahaha-AHAHAHLLY!” Ryuki bucked beneath her when she began squeezing, focusing on the spot just above where his knees connected. A good reaction- a great one even! Still, she suspected this wasn’t his most ticklish spot. Call it intuition, but she knew there had to be an even bigger reaction here.
“Thighs are a good spot- noted.” She giggled, going for his knees next. In response, his laughter increased, as did his squirms. His feet kicked against the futon while she skittered her fingers along the joint, relishing his adorable cackles. “These are also a good spot it seems, and yet…I bet I can get an even better reaction from you…here!”
“Yeaahhahah rihhihihght! Goohohod luck with tha-AHHHAHH!” He positively shrieked when she grabbed his foot, scribbling into the soft skin. Then she got a series of unexpected pig snorts and squeals, contrasting greatly with his glamorous appearance. “LYNEHEEHEHHEHETTE! EHEHAHHAHAHAHA! AHHHEAHHAHAHA!”
“How do you stand pedicures when you’re this ticklish?” She delighted in his reaction, expertly avoiding his other foot as it tried to kick her away. She repositioned herself so she sat on both legs, getting both of his feet at the same time. Occasionally, she poked at his toes, making his laugh go silent. “I bet you do your own pedi’s and tell the salon not to touch them when you go. I know- I do the same.”
If he had a response, Ryuki couldn’t give it to her, too lost in his mirth. Feeling merciful- she stopped tickling him, massaging his calves as he struggled to calm. Then she realized they were just as ticklish as his thighs and decided to move away from his legs altogether, turning back to face him and laying across his heaving belly like a weighted blanket. “Sorry- was that too much?”
He couldn’t speak- couldn’t really do anything at the moment. She got cozy as he collected himself, head against his chest and arms around his torso. His body vibrated with residue snickers, voice a little raspy when he could finally speak. “Tahhahat..was intense!”
“Was it?” She asked, genuine with her concern. Seeing that, he averted his gaze, ears bright red. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fiihihne.” He cleared his throat, running a hand through his bangs. “I haven’t been tickled like that since…well, I’ve never been tickled like that. My mom and sister as you know are touchy- they tickled me a lot when I was a kid. Sometimes dad joined in, but never to that extreme though. This was…honestly kinda fun.” He finally met her gaze, looking a bit sheepish but determined to speak his mind. “I trusted you during it, and I trust you now. It was…refreshing, to let go like that.”
“Really? Huh. I never thought of tickle fights like that.” She mused, resting her chin against him as he played with her loose hair. “I don’t recall having many growing up. My parents and aunt would tickle me occasionally, but the older I got, the rarer that became. Even when I moved in with my roommates, we didn’t really have tickle fights.” She couldn’t recall ever having one with Claris or Gill. “To let yourself go and just give in…it sounds both scary and exciting. Hey.” She leaned forward to kiss him gently. “Thanks for trusting me enough to do so.”
“Yeah well- don’t get too excited about doing this again. I’m gonna find out where you’re ticklish.” He huffed, but she could see her words touched him. “You said something about pedicures earlier- your feet are ticklish?”
“Yeah- not as much as yours though.” She giggled at his pout. “But that’s all I’m gonna say! If you want to find all my tickle spots, you’re just gonna have to come at me.”
“Is that an invitation?” His confidence was returning. She knew she was tiptoing around a landmine being so bold, but this side of him was just as endearing as the other one. She let him flip their positions, hovering over her with a devious smirk. “Are you…asking me to tickle you?”
“What if I am?” She bravely declared, raising her chin. “Are you gonna follow through or not?”
“I want you to say it.” He growled, and finally- a tiny prick of uneasiness curled in her chest. It wasn’t unpleasant- if anything, it made her even more excited. “Say you want me to tickle you.”
She grinned, leaning up until she was close to his ear. “Make me.”
His eyes flashed with challenge, and she knew in an instant she let that landmine blow up sky high.
This is kinda spontaneous and mushy on 2am (Can't sleep- night shift life <3 Even on my off days I'm up at ungodly hours) but I was working on fics (as one does) and as I'm looking for prompts to fill, I found all these incredibly sweet messages from y'all. People who've been around forever, who're brand new- those who've been requesting since day one and those who lurk and peeked in just to say hi. Kind, wonderful messages that- admittedly- made me tear up a bit reading now.
I just wanted to say thank you so, so very much from the bottom of my heart to all of you for your support and kindness these past few years. It's been a bumpy ride- both here and IRL. Lots of life events have happened ever since I joined, lots good, lots bad. Nothing I'll get into detail here about, but if you know, you know.
And yet- despite all the changes, the unknown fates, the tears and fears and new things I do in my everyday life- y'all have been so wonderful to me. To everyone who reads my work, to all the friends I've made here on Tumblr, to those I message currently and those in passing- I thank all of you. You guys help me keep a healthy balance in my life, and I will forever be blessed by you all for giving me the chance to share my humble writings and be my most authentic self. Thank you, thank you, thank you all.
(This isn't me leaving BTW- I know my gratitude messages always feel like grand send offs. The only place I'm going is to bed lols)
So yeah! Pardon my early morning mush; I just needed to get it out there. I know I don't respond to every message like I used to, but know if you've sent me one, I see you, and I treasure your words like a dragon treasuring her precious stones- tucked away in her den so they'll stay close to my heart forever more.
Hi Squiggily I hope it's okay that I'm messaging you here I just wanted to say thanks for fulfilling my request amazingly as usual and to answer your question yes I would love a TK fight between Yami and Nacht if you're able to write it. Your fics got me into black clover so I'm happy you were able to fulfill my request I've had it on my mind for a while. Anyway thanks again and have a good day/night take care of yourself
{Requests are CLOSED! This is older!}
AHHHHH!!!! Friend you are too kind! I really do love Nacht and Yami- their dynamic is simply too good for words! Heads up: this fic takes place the ending of Black Clover- so if you're not caught up and don't want to be majorly spoiled, skip this one! Besides that, I hope you like it!
CW: MAJOR BLACK CLOVER SPOILERS (post-ending setting), smoking, drinking, Yami-antics, inappropriate use of devils, swearing
No Taglist Peeps this time due to spoilers <3
“Damn. You look like shit.” Yami greeted around his cigarette, earning a tight smile in return. “Having fun with the brats?”
“What do you think?” Nacht sank into the chair across from his old friend, the first time he’s truly sat down in what felt like ages. A lot has happened since their great battle with the self-proclaimed “Wizard Emperor”.
For starters- Asta was the wizard king. Their famous- or infamous depending on who you ask- anti magic user reached his all time goal. Yami himself chose to retire as Captain of the Black Bulls, leaving the space for Nacht to fill. At the time it felt like an honor- his oldest friend entrusting the team to him as he walked away.
Now he realized it was a trap. An imprisonment. Cosmic-sized karma for every jab he threw the bigger man’s way. “They’re a disaster to lead, but that’s not new. You’d think with time, they’d mature. Alas, Magna and Luck are destroying everything in their wake, Vanessa sleeps with her wine bottles, and I can’t take two steps in that place without nearly tripping on one of Charmy’s million children.”
“Did you hear from Rill? They’re going for number eight.” At Nacht’s wide eyed stare, Yami laughed like a kid. “I know! They really want that big of a family.”
“Yay- more screaming mouths to add to the insanity.” Nacht held his head in his hands, taking a long sigh. He felt the table shake with the former captain’s laughter, and he peeked up to glare. “You’re enjoying this far too much.”
“Only because I know you.” Yami snorted, taking a long drag from his cigarette. “You moan and groan so much, but you love it there. And you adore those kids.”
“They can be rather endearing when they’re sleeping.” Nacht confessed, and Yami nodded sagely. “Speaking of- when are you and Charlotte gonna start a family? You’ve been married for some time now, yes?”
“Two years, yeah. We’re still enjoying ourselves right now. Though seeing all of Charm’s little rugrats is starting to get to me.” Yami looked thoughtful as he crushed his smoke, leaning back in his chair. “I’d like a little girl.”
“Pfft- she’ll have you wrapped around her little finger instantly.” Nacht smirked, and Yami grinned. “You two would butt heads constantly. She’d be Charlotte’s little mini-me.”
“Are you kidding? She’d be a daddy’s girl all the way. I’ll teach her all the tricks of the trade- sword play, fist fighting, poker- what?” Nacht raised a deadpanned brow at him. “Those are good trades to know.”
“You’re raising a child, not a gambling partner.”
“Hey now- I won’t be gambling. I haven’t gambled since I popped the question to Lottie.”
“Lottie? You’ve softened over the years, Captain.” Nacht teasingly looked him up and down. “In more ways than one.”
“And your tongue is as sharp as ever. I was going to share how to handle the bulls better, but clearly you don’t need it.” Yami huffed, trying to look irritated. It failed as Nacht’s lips twitched, clearly pleased. “You do seem better, though. Lighter. It’s good to see you laughing more.”
“I’m not.” His face went flat, and Yami sputtered on a wheeze. “You’re seeing things.”
“Come on- I can read you like a book. Always could have.” Yami rolled his neck as he leaned forward, folding his arms on the table. “You’re happy. Deny it all you want- but you are.”
“I’m…content.” The brunette looked away, anywhere but that irritating smirk. “Things are getting better. The kingdom is changing, as are their mindsets.” He wished Morgan was here. He’d probably be thrilled to see what the Kingdom had become.
Sensing the start of a mood shift, Yami’s hand reached out, weaseling into his neck out of nowhere. Nacht spasmed and shot back in his seat, staring at Yami incredulously. “Yami…”
“Kgggh!” Yami ducked his head, a snort ripping from his throat as he chortled. “Oh my god- all this time later and you’re still so sensitive!”
“Bite your tongue before I cut it out for you.” The new captain hissed, leaning away when Yami tried tickling him again. “Watch your hands, you damn beast. Did you even wash them after you wiped? Do you even wipe?”
“Oh my god, this is the best!” Yami was dying across from him, wheezing and choking on his mirth. “Yohoohu always get so twihihitchy when tihiihckled! Ehahhahahaa!”
“That’s completely absurd. I simply wish not to be to-YAMI!” He scrambled back when a hand squeezed his hip, banging his other hip on the table as his chair fell backwards. Now he was sore and embarrassed. “Would you knock that off?”
Yami slapped the table with a guffaw, clearly amused. Nacht felt a vein twitch as he glared, hating how warm his face felt. He hated how amused at the whole ordeal left him more.
All these years later and Yami still had a way of making it feel like they were two dumb kids causing mayhem across the kingdom.
Such a child. Well, if Yami wanted to act like one so bad…
He let his smirk sharpen as he summoned his devils.
“Ehheehehe! Hehe..heeh, whoo! That was- that was great.” Yami sighed as he rubbed his jaw, grinning at Nacht’s distance. “Scared I’m gonna getcha again? Come on- sit down. Have a dri-ihihihnk?”
Nacht’s eyes lit up with glee as Yami arched, shock mixing with his laughing face as his devils got to work. “What’s wrong? Surely my reaction isn’t that funny, Captain.”
“Yoohohohu son of a bihihihitch! Ehahhahaha, gehhhet thehehehem ohohohohoff!” Yami twisted in his seat, reaching behind him in an effort to catch the little devils scribbling at his back. Gimodelo, Slotos, Plumede, and Walgner- all in their tiny forms- floated around the retired Captain. They latched onto various parts of his body, some worming their claws into Yami’s armpits while others clung to ribs. One scratched at the center of Yami’s back- a particularly bad spot Nacht always went for in retaliation. “Thihihihihis is buhuuhuhll!”
“Well, I am a Black Bull. Captain as of the last few years.” Nacht kicked up his fallen chair before leaning against the back, smiling in his palm. “We’re notorious for impromptu tickle attacks. Of course- you’re all too aware of that, aren’t you?”
“Yohoohohohu sliihihihiy bahahhastahahhard! Whooo! Eheahhahhahahaha! Whahahait, wahahhait, wahhahait a mihihihihnute! Thihihihis is cheheahhahhating!” Yami tried standing up to avoid the devils’ scratches, but one of them slipped up and under his tank top, sending him falling to his knees. The other three devils hovered like flies, jabbing at him with pointed tails and precise talons while he rolled about like a child having a fit. “Cohoohohme ohohohohon, Nahhahhahhacht!”
Said man ducked his head to hide his grin, laughing softly against the crook of his arm while Yami squawked and swore. He had to give credit to their Wizard King- the idea of using devils to tickle someone was a new concept to him. Perhaps he’d send Asta and Liebe a gift basket at some point.
Maybe fruit? Soap? They could use some soap-
His devils came soaring at him with panicked expressions. It was his only warning before a hand latched onto his ankle. Nacht swore as he was pulled to the ground, Yami’s disheveled glare hovering over him. Had it been anyone else, they wouldn’t have gotten close to entrapping him. Hell, they wouldn’t even be alive right now.
His soft spot was truly being targeted, today.
“Devils are a dirty trick.” Yami growled, pinning Nacht to the ground with a hand against his shoulder. “Let me show you how a real tickle monster wins.”
“Scary. You have me shaking in my bo-Gah!” The brunette shouted when Yami grabbed his hip, ruthlessly squeezing and scrambling Nacht’s brain.
It would have been so easy to escape. To turn to shadow and fade out, to use his demon armor and really send Yami flying. Shoot, all he really had to say was “Stop.”
Instead, he let himself feel something he hadn’t felt since Morgan died. Nostalgia. Ease. How long has it been since he actually played with someone? Goofed off with Yami, took a moment to forget they were two grown men in their thirties with responsibilities?
So he didn’t run away. He instead struggled to fight off Yami’s teasing hands organically- well, okay. Maybe he did release his devils on the bigger man again. A wrestling match evolved between them alongside it, fingers and claws jabbing at sensitive spots, the occasional hair pull and wet willy was tossed in for added juvenile antics. All the while, Nacht’s lungs began to hurt from how hard he was laughing. Not even due to the occasional tickle Yami landed, but just from how ridiculous the entire thing was.
It was stupid. It was childish. It was the most fun he had in years.
Eventually, Yami collapsed beside him, shirt pulled halfway over his head while Nacht choked on wheezy coughs. His hair came undone from its usual neat ponytail, and he was sure his ribs had small bruises forming from how hard Yami dug in. His chest was incredibly light, and when he caught Yami’s eye, he sputtered with laughter as he shoved his friend away. “Doohohn’t look at me liihhike that!”
“Whahat? Feeling shy, Nacht?” Yami snorted, just as giggly. He pulled his tanktop down as he rolled on his back, looking up at the ceiling overhead. “Hehe..heh…fuck, I missed you.”
“And here I thought I was the sentimental type.” Nacht turned to look at him, his mirth fading some at the look in Yami’s eyes. “Yami..”
“You missed it too, yeah?” The other shrugged a shoulder. “I haven’t heard you laugh that hard since…well, since Morgan.” They both winced at the mention of his name. Yami pushed forward anyway. “I know we’ve both changed. We’re older now. New walks of life and all that. Still- that doesn’t mean we can’t be like we used to.” An invitation lingered in the air, unspoken but impactful.
“We’re not kids anymore, Yami. We can’t ever get back what is lost.” He spoke softly, trying not to wilt at Yami’s shadowed expression. “But…I suppose I do need advice on how to run this team better…”
“And I could use a drinking buddy for when Lottie’s out with the girls…” Yami added, cutting his eyes to Nacht’s. “Those high and tight royals- they don’t do it like we do.”
“They can barely hold their liquor at social events, let alone a bar.” Nacht smiled, and Yami grinned. “I suppose I could join you. Just to make sure you don’t get too drunk.”
“And I guess I can make sure you’re not running my kids into the ground.”
“Says the man who buries them neck deep when you’re pissed.”
“One more remark from you and I’ll show Vanessa your blonde-punk self.”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Nacht gaped, and Yami guffawed, earning a smile from his friend. So this was what it was like to rekindle with a friend. To truly be happy again.
If there are still spots left for the requests. Id love to request ler!sasazuka lee!ichika from Collar x Malice. I love this man and there are not enough tickle fics out there for him. Perhaps Ichika learns why you should never est Sasazukas donuts.
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Hello, friend! :D I'm a simple Squiggily- if someone sends me otome, I lose my shit (in the absolute best way). This made me so freaking happy you don't even KNOW- AHHH! I've got you covered!
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“Did you eat my last doughnut?”
Ichika’s eyes widened a fraction, her cheeks still puffed from her mouthful. There were telling crumbs on her lips, and her fingers hovered over her pretty pink lips as she stared back at her boyfriend. Frozen for a moment, she slowly chewed and swallowed before giving him a sheepish smile. “Eheh..heh..yeah?”
If he were being honest, Takumi didn’t really care. Yes, doughnuts were his all time favorite treat- argumentatively the best dessert he could find around these parts. Still- he wasn’t a total glutton; Ichika eating his last pastry wasn’t going to sour his entire day.
Still- that terribly guilty look on her face was addicting. He could afford to be a little mean. “Poochie…”
“L-Listen! I’m sorry, I forgot to pack lunch and was starving!” She scrambled away from his desk, holding her hands up as he approached. Oh, her scared face was even cuter- her cheeks got even pinker, and those olive green eyes shimmered with anticipation of what’s to come. “It was a desperate situation- and you don’t even like that flavor of doughnut!”
“How are you so sure? Maybe I was craving it today- hence why I saved it for last?” Absolute bullshit, but he could see his bluff had her thinking. He took advantage of her distraction as he closed in, pinning her against the wall. A small squeak escaped her lips as she stared up at him, her knees bending slightly as she shrank back. “Maybe I’ll eat you instead to make up for it.”
“Taku-Mihihiihhi!” Before she could respond, he grabbed her torso, pressing his fingers in gently and making her squeal. She squirmed against the wall, pushing at his arms while his fingers tapped a devious rhythm against her ribs. “Whahahhait, wahhhahait I’ll buhuhuhuhuy yohoohohou mohohoohohre!”
“Not possible. The doughnut shop is closed.” Another lie. He was going to get his tongue cut out someday. “Accept the consequences, dumb cat.”
“Eheheheheheheheh-EHEHEHEHE!” The beginnings of her pout faded into a squeal when he dropped a hand to her hip, kneading it gently with his thumb. Ichika’s legs gave out soon after, and she slid down the wall in an attempt to escape. He intercepted with a knee between her legs, keeping her upright. “Nohohohot fahhahahahair! Nohohohohot fahhahahair! Iihihih’ll mahahahake yohohohohou mohohohohohre! I prohohohohomise!”
“Oh?” The offer nearly had him pausing. Homemade treats by his beloved poochie- temptation was high. Still, the squeals and giggles she rang out were far too delicious to pass over. At least not right now. “I’ll consider it.”
“Cohohohome ohohohn!” She ducked her pink face into his chest as he dragged his fingers back up her sides, tapping at the spot just where her ribs connected with her armpits. It wasn’t a bad spot, but it still had her giggling up a storm. “Tahahhahakeeheheru! Ehahhahahahaa! Giihihihive me a brehahahahk! Eheheheeee! Ehehehhehaha! Thihihihis is tohohohortuhuhuhre!”
“Come now- you love a little torture, poochie.” He purred in her ear, watching the skin get redder. “That’s why you’re with me.”
She pinched his arm in response, so he dropped his hand back to her hip and made her scream again. His body shook with laughter as she finally pushed off of him, falling back into the wall and holding her hands up protectively. “Nohohoho more!” She gasped, tears lining her eyes and cheeks rosy. Her smile was breathtaking. Takeru felt the world fall away as he took in the women before him.
He reached out and lifted her chin, pressing his lips into hers. She tasted like sugar and tea and strawberry lip balm. She tasted like Ichika.
“Mm?” She made a small sound of surprise before melting into him, her arms coming up and around his neck as he pulled her into his chest. “Mmm…what was that for?” She asked, voice hushed.
“Can a man kiss his soulmate?” He asked, and her face flushed. He only just realized what he said seconds later.
Whoops, that slipped.
He refused to take it back. It was true- she was his soulmate. And Ichika didn’t look put off in the slightest. If anything, her eyes lit up with a new light, something soft and genuine that warmed his core and face at the same time. He cleared his throat as he held her gaze, reaching up and brushing a thumb over her cheek. “You still owe me homemade doughnuts.”
“Hmm. I’ll think about it.” She stuck her tongue at him, pulling back with a squeal when he tried to bite it. “You’re gonna help, right? Cooking together would be fun.”
“Do you like having a home to return to? I can’t guarantee I won’t burn your kitchen down in the process.”
“I’m willing to take my chances.” She grinned, leaning in and kissing him once more. “Besides, we can bake them. Safer that way.”
“Do I have to wear that frilly apron again?” He gave her a fake glare that had her throwing her head back in laughter. “I still haven’t fully forgiven you for that one.”
“Oh no, did I hurt your whittle ego?” She teased, giggling when his eyes narrowed more. “No, I’ll be wearing that one. I got you something real special.” Something cheeky was in her gaze, but before he could ti-interrogate her further, the door opened from behind.
"Yanagi-san! Just in time- I have to go over this case with you." She had slipped from his grasp and joined their boss at the couch faster than Takeru anticipated. He leaned against the desk with his arms folded as he watched her present files to the brunette, discussing the case.
He had the faintest idea what apron she bought him. Knowing her- it was probably extra frilly and goofy, or maybe even something with a pun. He groaned internally at the thought.
And yet- a part of him perked up greatly at the idea of cooking with her again. Homemade doughnuts were a bonus to that sweet smile of hers as they worked together.
You bet I can! I love me some Sherliam- it's been FOREVER since I've written anything of these two! This felt incredibly nostalgic and lovely to make! I hope you like it :3
When William came to, the sun wasn’t even over the horizon.
Scrunching up some, he buried his face further beneath the covers, eager for more sleep. His body was used to waking up early- by the time Louis would come around to rouse him, he’d already be up and out of bed- reading a book at his desk or running a few mental math scenarios for his next lecture.
That was for later in the morning. Right now, he still has at least half an hour of sleep.
He leaned some with the intent of rolling on his back when he felt something warm against his skin. Warm and firm at that- like a brick wall of flesh. Wait- skin? Where was his dressing gown-
The previous night’s events flashed through his mind, and he felt himself go as red as his eyes. It was then his bed companion stirred.
“Hmm..good morning, beautiful.” Sherlock yawned as he wrapped his arms tighter across William’s torso, further trapping him. He must have still been asleep- usually the detective would follow such a statement up with a sweet kiss to his shoulder or neck. Instead, he nuzzled him like a cat, making William twitch. “Leaving so soon?”
“This is my estate, Mr. Holmes.” He didn’t know why he bothered responding- Sherlock was snoring against his neck at this point. It was far too warm for such closeness- he debated whether he should try pulling his arms loose or not. “Unhand me. I need to find my clothes.”
“Hmm..nah, stay this way.” He murmured, nuzzling more. Once again, William felt himself twitch at the feeling. Of course Sherlock was able to find tickle spots without trying. “I like the way you feel.”
The blonde sighed without sound, knowing it was a loss cause all around. Even if he wanted to go back to sleep, his partner’s hair was dragging against his skin, the touch feathery and irritating. He rolled his shoulder to brush some of it off, but Sherlock adjusted so his chin sat against it. “Sherly, your hair tickles.”
“Hmm.” Sherlock smiled in his sleep, getting comfortable. Huh, he seemed rather responsive-
“You’re awake, aren’t you?”
“Been for a minute now.” Oh that dastardly villain! Willian squirmed in his embrace in an effort to break free, but Sherlock wasn’t having it. A few adjustments had him with his back against the pillows, staring up at Sherlock’s bare chest and smirking face. In this lighting, he looked like an angel descending from the heavens.
Or a demon in disguise. Really, William was fine with either or. “Mr. Holmes, I have to get up.”
“Why, Professor? It’s only-” The detective looked over, cringing at the clock on the wall. “Yeesh, it’s five in the morning.”
“You’re kidding.” William went to sit up and look, but Sherlock gently pushed him back down into the bed, preventing it. “Mr. Holmes-”
“Don’t. You know you’ll never get back to sleep if you do.” He was right- much to Willaim’s annoyance. A gentle smile pulled on the other’s lips as he leaned on an arm, the hand on William’s chest tapping a gentle rhythm against his heart. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”
“I’m not angry.”
“You are, though.”
“I’m going to get angry if you keep pointing it out.”
“And you’ll be that much cuter.” Sherlock winked, and Willian shoved at his shoulder. A mock gasp escaped the detective, a light of excitement in his eyes. “Oh, are we doing this?”
“You woke me up and refuse to let me leave my bed. How else am I to be free?” Willam challenged, feeling his heart race at the glee spreading over Sherlock’s lips. “Keep the noise level down. My brothers are still very much asleep- as is the rest of the house.”
“Good thing your room is so far away.” There was a pause, then William smacked him with his own pillow upside the head. Sherlock laughed as he retaliated, powdering William with delicate blow after blow.
The sheets were quickly discarded as they fought, their giggles mixed with shushes as they tried smothering one another with their respective pillows. William struggled to gain the upper hand, every chance he had blocked by Sherlock’s quick reaction. Still, he managed to get a few good hits in, sending feathers flying through the air alongside their titters.
At one point- maybe to preserve the pillow or just because he got bored of it- Sherlock tossed aside his weapon before wrestling William back into bed. A terrible strategy- the blonde easily landed a hit or three before spasming all over, his arms shooting down as a new bout of giggles spilled over his lips. “Gah! Nohohoho! No tiihihckling, thahahat’s unfahhahair!”
“Oh but it is! All is fair in love and war!” Sherlock laughed against his neck, pressing kisses there as his hands kneaded the blonde’s sides. William’s own tried pushing at his shoulders in an effort to escape, but it was quickly proven futile. Instead he tried his best to elbow Sherlock’s hands away, half scrunching up as his giggles rattled off his lips. “What a cute response. It’s like you can’t hold back this early in the morning, can you Liam?”
“Oohohoho huhuhuhush yohohoohhou! Ehahahahhaa- dohohohon’t mahahahke suhuhuhuch rehehemahahahrks rihihihight nohoh-Ehehehehhehhe!” The tips of Sherlock’s fingers creeped back, tracing the edges of William’s back. It wasn’t nearly as ticklish as his spine- just enough to keep his nerves alive but not enough to raise his volume. “Gehehehhet! Ehahhahaa, thahahhat’s fahahhahar enoohohohoguh, Shehehehherly!”
“Hmm, and to think I was just getting started!” Those feathery lips moved from his neck to his mouth, muffling William’s giggles as he teasingly drew back. His hands remained on his person, holding his waist while he carried on kissing. He tasted like sleep and tobacco and Sherlock. William let his eyes fall shut as he drank him in, his hands curling around the other’s neck and fisting his loose hair. “Awake now, aren’t you?”
“Nonsense. This is a dream- one I want to stay in for much longer.” He felt Sherlock laugh against him, gently laying across his supine form as he played with his bangs. “Or at least for another hour or so.”
“Sounds divine. Tell me though- what happens when you wake up, though?”
“Hm.” The blonde hummed, running a thumb along Sherlock’s cheek. “Depends. Will you still be here when I do?”
A pause, the air between them suddenly charged. Sherlock’s eyes widened a fraction before he smiled, leaning into William’s hand. “If you’ll have me.”
William leaned in to kiss him again-
A knock on the door. “Brother? Are you awake?” William turned to the door with wide eyes as Sherlock froze above him. “I heard noises coming from here. Is everything okay?”
“Just fine, Louis. I was doing some…cleaning.” He felt Sherlock fall against him, the faintest of snorts against his chest. He tugged at his hair sharply, silencing him. “Forgive me- I hadn’t meant to disturb you.”
A beat of silence, then…”Very well. Breakfast will be out soon- do come join us.” Footsteps faded, and William sighed softly as he leaned back into the pillows. Sherlock was still laughing in his chest, unfazed by William’s hand in his hair. “Hush, you.”
“C-Clehehehahning?” Sherlock wheezed, one eye squeezed shut with mirth as he smiled. “That’s what you claim? You were clehehahning?”
“I came up short.” William tsked, fighting down a smile of his own while Sherlock laughed harder. “It’s hard to think this early in the morning. Especially with you in my bed.”
“Not the only thing.” Sherlock waggled his brows, wheezing when William smacked his shoulder. “Yes, yes- I’m a scoundrel.”
“You didn’t let me finish- enough of that.” The blonde pushed Sherlock’s growing grin away from him, finally getting out of bed and finding his dressing gown. Once he was clothed, he turned a halfhearted glare at his partner, watching him get comfortable in the sheets. “I assume you’ll be hiding here for some time? I can bring you a plate.”
“No need- I’ll find my way around.” He yawned as he snuggled into William’s side of the bed. “Go- be with your brothers before they get suspicious.”
William chuckled as he turned to go, pausing when Sherlock’s hand caught his. He squeezed once, warm and callous. He took a soft breath before squeezing back. Then he slipped away and out the door.
~~~
“Good morning, Louie! Sorry for the early intrusion, I just happened to be in the neighborhood and figured I’d come by!”
You wouldn’t know he was in William’s arms a few short hours before. In the time between William leaving to greet his brothers and now- Sherlock made his way out of his bedroom and at the front door. He wore last night’s clothes and was mildly disheveled- was that fraying at the edge of his sleeves? William started to suspect an act of tree-scaling was involved.
“Why am I not surprised you’re here? Did you fall into some shrubbery on your way over?” He gave a resigned glance at the leaves on Sherlock’s person, shaking his head as he gestured him further into the room. “Come. I’ve made extra.”
“Ever so prepared, our Louis.” Albert leaned into his fist, a knowing look in his eyes as he watched Sherlock take a seat. “Must have had quite a night for you to end up all the way out here.”
“Oh you know how it is- former clients wanting to buy a round in thanks. I’ve never been the type to disappoint. Before I knew it, I ended up here, and what luck!" Sherlock laughed it off, his knee brushing against William’s as he leaned forward. "I’m finally going to try one of Louie’s famous breakfasts!"
Their easy banter continued, and William struggled not to let the way his heart skipped show as Louis returned with omelets. Even awake, Sherlock was still very much beside him.
He knew it wouldn’t last forever, but right now- he’d treasure this time with him. He’d treasure this time with all of them.
OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH, FINALLY I FOUND ANOTHER MONONOKE T-WORD FAN!
Right, uh, Hello there! Are you perhaps taking requests? If you are, and no pressure if you aren't, may I request Lee!Ri? My man needs to laugh some more or even his painted on smirk won't be able to hide his frown, lol (Ler can be whoever you want, I'm not picky lol)
Have a great day/night!
{Requests are CLOSED!}
AHHH YES HELLO! The Mononoke tickle fandom must grow- we must spread the word of these medicine sellers and their antics! So- technically my requests are closed, but because it's freaking Ri- I'm doing it. I decided to go with Kon as the Ler (cause really I can only think he and Kayo could get away with tickling Ri); he's just so much fun to write! I hope you like it! :D
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“You know- when I told you to sport a smile, I didn’t mean for you to paint one on.”
Ri’s eyes cut to him, narrowing just slightly before they returned to his wares. He didn’t grace the other vendor with a response as he sorted through the various drawers, moving this and that.
“Shame, really. You do have such a brilliant smile.” Unbothered, Kon lounged on his belly, folding his arms up and under his chin with a dramatic sigh. “You look so much softer when you do- and you have dimples. Did you know that? About your dimples?”
More silence. Kon’s own grin grew. “I bet Miss Kayo knows about them.”
Ri’s hands stilled, a tense energy radiating off of him. Finally, he spoke without turning around. “I’d advise caution before you tread further into my business.”
“Oo, struck a nerve, did I?” The giddier of the two kicked his feet behind him as he leaned into his hands, not at all different from a little girl in that moment. “Is it because you know I’m right? Of course I’m right- I’m always right. You would be so much more approachable if you smiled, Ri-”
“Enough of that.” The dirty blonde cut him off, voice flat and low. Kon buttoned his mouth shut, eyes widening slightly as he watched Ri resume his work. After a moment, the paler of the two spoke up again.
“Forgive me, Ri. I hadn’t meant any harm.” He scooted up on his knees, bowing low. He heard the wares clink together as Ri finished a box, then a soft sigh of resignation.
“Lift your head. I’m not angry with you.” Kon peeked up, finding Ri’s eyes trained on him. It was then he could see just how tired the blonde was. Dark circles peeked beneath the red paint along his eyes, and his skin seemed a bit paler than usual. His shoulders had a noticeable droop to them- or at least, Kon noticed it, anyway.
What really stood out to him however was how dark Ri’s eyes were. Exhaustion was clear as water, but there was something else too. An ache of sorts. Kon felt his heart drop to his stomach.
It seemed his mouth got him in trouble once more. “I hurt you.”
“You did not.” Ri shook his head. “This world hurt me.”
Kon paused, and Ri looked away, a rare hue of embarrassment in his cheeks. “I said too much.”
“You barely say anything at all.” Kon challenged, sitting up fully and scooting closer to Ri. “Talk to me. What happened?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Last I checked, nothing we do is ordinary.”
“Right you are.” Ri seemed to smile at that- or perhaps his lips merely flattened enough to make his painted smirk stand out. Kon tsked as he concluded Ri wasn’t going to share. Very well, he couldn’t force him to talk about it.
He could however provide a proper relief. “Ri. Put down that vial.”
Said man looked at him curiously, tilting his head. “Why?” When Kon gestured, Ri did as requested. “Fine then. Now what-”
Kon waited, then he lunged.
“Gah! Kon-” Ri yelped as he was wrestled down to the floor below, his wares box pushed safely out of reach from their squabbling hands. “What in the world are you doing?”
“There’s a Mononoke.” Kon spoke severely, and Ri gave him a deadpanned stare. “Really, there is. It’s attached to you.”
“I’m not new to this business, Kon. I can sense when one is aro-mmph!” Any remark Ri had was silenced near instantly by a hand on his waist. Kon squeezed quickly, eyes never leaving the other’s face as his own painted lips grew into a cheeky smile. “K-Kon! Mmmph! S-Stop that at o-once!”
“I must find the shape, truth, and reason for this Mononoke. It seems to be the kind I need to chase out of you- a sort of possession, you see.” Kon brought a second hand to Ri’s waist, doubling his efforts and earning more muffled noises from the other. “The best way to do so is physical force. Don’t resist- it’ll only stay within you longer.”
“Yo-You’re full of i-ihit!” A soft chuckle escaped, much to Ri’s horror. He turned his head away as he grabbed at Kon’s wrists, trying with all his might to pry them off. “Ge-ehet off! Y-You’re ju-hmmhmmmph!”
“I’m what now, Ri?” Kon cooed, spreading his fingers to get at the blonde’s ribs. The spot where his waist connected to his lowest set seemed to be a real good one in times like this. “You’ll have to speak up. I can’t quite understand what you’re saying when you bite your tongue.”
Ri shook his head, both in stubborn refusal and in an effort to ward off the feeling. Kon tsked. Usually this was a great spot to target. Alas- the sash they wore heavily prevented a proper tickle. “Looks like I’m gonna have to try a new approach.”
He kept one hand on Ri’s chest to pin him down while his other hand reached up. Quickly, like a calligrapher with fresh ink, he swiped his fingers up and into Ri’s armpit.
“Hmmph!” Ri spasmed in response, twisting so sharply he nearly threw Kon off of him. The hands batting at his chest retracted, elbows to his sides in an attempt to block him out. Kon positively beamed.
“Oh how delightful.” He teased, pushing Ri some more so he was three-fourths of the way turned over. “Looks like I found the shape.”
“Kon-” Was all Ri got out before said vendor shoved both hands into his armpits, Ri jerked forward with a muffled squeak, shaking against the floors as Kon scribbled and scratched. His legs kicked occasionally- his battle for composure commendable as it was irritating. At least he was laughing now- Kon could hear the softest of giggles between muffled groans and grunts. “Mhmhmhmhmhmmhehehehehehe!”
“There it is! The truth! I’m starting to figure out just what kind of Mononoke this is.” Kon giggled, locking his legs around Ri’s waist as he carried on tickling. He kept one hand under Ri’s arm while the other swooped upward to drag along his shoulderblades, a single finger curling out shapes and words without meaning. “I’ve said this already, but you really mustn’t hold onto it. I know some are so easy to get attached to, but believe me when I say, it’ll be easier to let it go.”
“Thehehehre’s nohoohothing thehhehere!” Ri managed to squeak out, half against the wooden floor as more titters rolled out. “Yooohohohu’re juhuhuhust lohoohohooking fohohohor a rehahhhahson to tohohohorture mehehehehe!”
“Torture? Dear Ri- this is the farthest thing from…well, I suppose it could be considered torture.” Kon mused, focusing his lone finger along a rather awful spot dead center of Ri’s upper back. That got him a small whine and arch from the blonde. “No, that’s not correct at all! This is me helping! I’m eradicating the Mononoke within. We’re just about there..”
It was time to break out the big guns. Kon adjusted his grip on Ri so he was property secured within his leg lock. Then he brought both hands up and away from his torso. Ri’s giggles softened some, gasps of air coming between small hiccups as he groaned. “K-Kon…” He fumed, his hand reaching back towards a leg.
“Na ah ah!” He giggled as he attacked, scribbling along the backs of Ri’s ears with one finger each. “I need your reason! Show me, Mononoke!”
“Gaha!” Ri flailed forward, shoulders coming up to try and protect his ears as unrestrained laughter rolled off his tongue. Kon quickly flipped them so he could sit on Ri’s back, carrying on his deadly assault while the other guffawed below. “Kohohohohon, you soohoohn of a-”
“Now, don’t be like that.” Kon teased, one hand carrying on tickling his ears while the other pulled the neck of his Kimono back. There he let a few fingers trace the back of Ri’s neck, earning even more adorable squeaks and yelps. “I’ve obtained all that I need- now I shall slay the Mononoke! Final move- take this!”
“Ko-GAHA!” Ri’s voice was shrill when Kon bit him. Gentle of course- but terribly ticklish. No amount of scrunching or swatting could prevent such a terrible move. It was made even worse when Kon blew a raspberry against his skin. “Gahahhaha! Oohohohkay! Oohohohkay gehheeht off! Gehehhet ohohoff, get ohohoff, KON!”
“Whoa!” The other laughed as he was shoved away, smiling despite himself. He watched Ri joyfully, the way the other slowly tried sitting up as he rubbed at his neck. His ears were adorably red, and he was weakened considerably by the tickles. And yet- Kon finally could see it. The way his lips were pulled upward- that adorable dimple he insisted Ri had standing at attention.
He looked happy. Genuinely happy.
Then Ri caught his eye and Kon realized he was also terribly irate. Whoops.
“Ri- Ri now hold on!” Kon shot up and ran, sprinting around the small room as the other gave chase. “I banished a Mononoke from you- and you got to admit I was right all along- your real smile is incredible! Ri- Ri listen-”
“Come here you ghost looking son of a-” Ri snagged his back, making Kon squeal as he was pulled back. Another wrestling turned tickle fight began, this time with Kon on the receiving end. His shrieks of mirth bounced off the walls, his slippers going flying with his kicks as Ri targeted every spot he could reach. At some point his bandana slipped off, blinding him with snow white hair and worsening the feeling. At least he managed to blind Ri in return when he snagged his own clean off.
By the end of it all, Kon was cackling like a lunatic against the wooden floors, snorts mixing into his mirth as he held his belly. “Oohohoh my god. Yoohohou are such a rehehehvengre seheheheeker!” He cried, grinning at Ri as he sat nearby. He was trying to fix his bandana. Kon naturally made it difficult by poking him in the armpit from time to time. “I’m glad to see you’re still very much you!”
“Prod me again and I’ll break off your finger.” Ri glared, and Kon tucked them away into his Kimono like the good vendor he was. Still, he didn’t sense any real malice from Ri. He smiled as the other finally fixed his hair, pulling the bandana tight and easing back into the wall behind him. “You’re a terror, you know that?”
“And you,” Kon wagged a finger at him. “Were in much need of that. Don’t bother denying it- you know it’s true.”
“I was busy with my wares, Kon.”
“Ri, you’ve organized that entire box at least three times since we’ve been here. Not only that, but you also organized mine- which I do appreciate.” Kon added with a wink. Ri turned away with a low groan. “I’ve been around you long enough to know when you get like this, you need a sense of control. You feel helpless, so you turn to things you know you can fix immediately- whether they need them or not.”
“I-”
“I get it. And I’m sorry.” Kon told him, and Ri fell silent. They sat in a strange silence for a while. Kon suddenly became interested in his floor boards while Ri brushed his bangs back too many times. Eventually, he felt a hand on his back, patting him a few times and making him smile. “What was that for?”
“You had lint. That’s all.” Ri spoke flatly, and Kon hid his growing laughter. “She has seen it.”
“Has she? And what did she say when you smiled?” Kon peeked, fighting for his life at the way a blush creeped up Ri’s collar. The other stood up, clearing his throat as he walked out the door. “She thought it was lovely, didn't she? She was probably as red as you are now, staring at you and picturing the wedding-”
A pillow hit him square in the face, muffling his cackles once more.
Whether you know it or not; you’re someone’s comfort person.
You’re the face they think about when they need a pick me up. The voice they look out for in a crowd. The smile they need to find their inner strength; the hand they reach for when they get lost. You’re someone so precious and important to them that they simply cannot fathom a world and in which you’re not in it.
Hey!! Saw that fic requests were open and I wanted to ask if could write a dabihawks tickle fic with lee!dabi whos like rlly feather sensitive, just something thats really fluffy Thanks!
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Hey!!! God I love me some Dabihawks. They're a freaking VIBE! Full disclosure, anon- I think I've come to the realization I can't write pure fluff with these two. They're semisweet, yeah? That said, I tried to keep the angst to a minimum and amp up the fluff side! I hope you like it!
CW: Self-deprecation, fear and anxieties, light angst, comfort, suggestive humor (these two bring it out of me)
Dabi’s hands shook slightly as he tugged at his jacket, working it off his shoulders in what he hoped looked sexy from behind.
Nearby, Hawks was lounging across a lush mattress, arms stretched out and jaw unhinged in a big yawn. “Coming to bed, dear?” He called out teasingly, eyes half-lidded as he turned to him. When he saw what Dabi was doing, he froze all over. “Oh- I can step out-”
“This is your room. Why would you leave your own bed for me?” Dabi scoffed, trying to sound unbothered. Still, his hands remained hesitant against the hem of his t-shirt, knuckles whitening as he struggled internally. It’s just a shirt, you dumbass. It’s not like he hasn’t seen other parts of you already.
“Hey.” Hawks were suddenly behind him, hands gentle against his shoulders. “I really don’t mind stepping out if it makes you more comfortable. You don’t have to force yourself to do anything.”
“What a gentleman. And here I thought chivalry was dead.”
“Oh it very much is. I’m a time traveling zombie who came from a time where it was the law.” Hawks waggled his brows, earning a soft snort from the other. “You into that? Zombie butt?”
“Hmm, I’ll consider it. Assuming you can keep it attached during.” He snickered, his grip loosening some. Deciding to just rip the bandaid off, he quickly reached back and pulled his shirt off from the collar, bracing himself all over when he heard Hawks make a small noise of surprise.
He knew it looked bad. He saw it every morning and every night when he bathed. He saw it anytime he used his quirk, having to go over the healthy skin and check for any new burns. He knew every line where staples patched him together, where soft pale surfaces met tight ugly purple.
His chest ached. He felt that terrible burn behind his eyes; tears he could never shed forever building up yet unable to spill. He was a villain- a member of the League, and yet he was too damn scared to turn around and face the disgust and horror Hawks was likely sporting on his face.
He regretted taking off his shirt.
But then arms encircled his waist, loose at first in case Dabi rejected him. Wings- big and red- engulfed them both. They sat against his arms, curling towards his chest like a second hug. “Tell me what you’re thinking right now?” He kissed the healthy skin between Dabi’s scars- guaranteeing he’d feel it. “Talk to me.”
“I feel exposed. Terrified- a rarity for me.” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head as he bit the inside of his cheek. “I don’t…show this. Not to everyone. Most find it awful and or worse. They…pity me.” The words felt like acid on his tongue, making him sick. “I know I’m ugly, I know they’re disgusting-” He felt Hawks wince against his back, the arms coming around him tighter. “Do you…think I’m ugly?”
“I never found anything about you ugly.” Hawks told him firmly, a hint of anger in his voice. “I never will find you ugly, nor do I think your scars are disgusting. They’re just that. Scars. Marks that hold painful memories.” He kissed them this time, the feeling numb compared to his good skin but the effect hitting just as hard. “Anyone who made you believe otherwise can choke.”
“What if I made myself believe otherwise?” Dabi challenged, and Hawks turned his chin so he could look him in the eye. In the most serious voice he could muster, he replied.
“In that case you can choke on my big fat di-”
“Gah!” Dabi cackled, shoving him away before he could finish. Just like that, all the fears and tensions he carried dimmed, and he was laughing so hard he was sure he’d pop a staple. “You’re so grohoohohss!”
“You love it!” Hawks cried back, laughing just as much. He took in Dabi for all he was, his giggles softening as he trailed his gaze from his toes to his face. There wasn’t an ounce of discomfort in those eyes, nor pity. If anything, he seemed to be burning Dabi’s being into memory- a gaze so strong he was tempted to fold his arms over his chest and hide.
Instead, he forced himself to lean back against the closet door, jutting out a hip. “You like what you see?”
“Since day one.” Hawks waggled his brows, and Dabi was grateful for the first time for the placement of his face burns.
“Tch, you got some wild taste, birdie.” He scoffed and turned away, looking into Hawk’s closet for sleep wear. That was his original mission before things got all emotional. “Even your clothes are weird- do you even listen to half of these bands?”
“Hey, I get invited out all the time to those garage shows. Free drinks and a tee shirt are always worth amateur performances.” Hawks saddled up to him, his wings coming around to encase Dabi as he reached around him for a cozy oversized tee. “These guys though- hidden gems. They’ll make it big- you good?”
Dabi had stiffened up again, only this time it had nothing to do with nerves. Well- that was a lie, it had everything to do with nerves, just the other kind! “Fine- what kind of music do they play?” Dabi tried to subtly lean away from the tips of those crimson feathers, each brush light and ticklish. Hawks raised a brow at him before an easy smile crossed his lips.
“A combination of metal and grunge- the lead guitarist is a hell of a kid. He’s even got the look for it- blue hair!” He brought his wing closer to Dabi, brushing it down his side. “Electric blue.”
“F-fuuhck!” The villain darted away from the wing, only to fall back into Hawk’s chest fully. The blonde laughed as he wrapped his arms around his waist again, this time squeezing tightly and locking him in place. The wings came back, curled inward so they brushed against the front of his torso. It tickled terribly- leaving the flaming villain nearly doubling over with wheezy laughter. “Oohoohohi, fuhuhuhuck ohohohoff! You dahhahaamn bihihihig biihihihrd wahhahannabehehehee!”
“How dare you! And after I introduce you to one of my all time favorite miniature bands?” Hawks scuffed, giggling as he pulled Dabi backwards with him. He did a little spin to toss them on the bed, keeping up his silly attack with his wings. A few scattered feathers danced in the air, wiggling along any hard to reach spots. “I’ll teach you to disrespect the culture!”
“Yohoohhohohu juhuuhuhust sahahhahaid thehehehy’re amahahahhateheheheure! Ehahahhahhaa- fuuhuhuhuhuhuuhck, biihihihihirdihiihihie!” Dabi cried out, kicking against the sheets as he thrashed against Hawk’s grip. It was absolute torture- yet the most fun Dabi’s had in a long, long time. Hawk’s chest was warm against his back, and the wings- ticklish as they were- were pleasant even against his scars. It almost felt like he was laying in a field of tall grass on a windy day. Just far more sensitive. “Cohoohhohome ohohohohon, lehehehet me uhuuhuhup!”
“Hmmm…okay.” Hawks laughed as he eased off, pulling back his wings but keeping the scattered feathers at play. They traced along Dabi’s arms and neck- easing his hoarse laughter into a softer titter. “I’ll be nice for now.”
“Whahhahat a chihihivalrous zohombie.” Dabi grinned, then caught himself. The whole ordeal- him laying in a hero’s bed- shirtless, giggly and drunk with glee. The feeling was so foreign to him- so..nostalgic.
When was the last time he felt so safe?
He wanted to run away- to rip himself from Hawk’s arms and dress. He wanted to disappear into the night, act like all this was a distant dream.
Instead, he forced himself to roll over, meeting Hawk’s curious gaze as he took a sharp breath. “What are we?”
The blonde’s eyes widened. He was surprised by the question. “What do you want us to be?”
“Don’t put that all on me. Have some responsibility.” Dabi fumed, using irritation to hide his nerves. Naturally the hero saw right through him. His taken aback look melted into something softer- something that peeled away Dabi’s layers and wiggled right into his core. “What are we, birdie?”
“Well- you’re laying in my arms. In my bed. With your pants still on.” Hawks grinned as Dabi pinched him. “I can’t deny I rather like this. Holding you, laughing with you.” He leaned forward until their lips were inches apart. “May I add kissing you to that list?”
“Answer the question first.”
“Well, I’d like to do this every night.” His teasing smile weakened, a rare look of vulnerability creeping into his features as Hawks’ blushed. “I’d like to have you in my life all the time- not just every other week night. I’d like it very much to take you on midnight dates, to kiss you goodnight before we fall asleep. I’d like…I want to call you mine.” He pressed his forehead into Dabi’s, voice a whisper as he fisted his hands against his back. “If you’d have me.”
Dabi didn’t know how to respond. His entire body was telling him to run- to escape before he got hurt. His chest twisted with fear- it was taking off his shirt all over, only this time it was Hawks bearing his soul to him. He felt something clog his throat in response.
And yet- through all the fear, all the anxiety- he felt something else surface. Something warm and soft and burning deep from his core. The kind of feeling that made him pull Hawks closer, pressing his scarred lips into the blonde’s trembling ones, his fingers into that soft nest of hair.
Hope. Love. Acceptance.
“You really want to give your heart to some heinous villain like me?” He asked after they pulled back, trying for sarcasm. Instead, his voice was shaky with barely repressed joy. “I might burn it to ashes.”
“I’m willing to take that risk.” He laughed, voice thick as Dabi kissed him again. “So- will you have me, matchstick?”
“I’ve been yours since day one, birdie.”
For the first time in what felt like decades, Dabi slept peacefully.
Waiter waiter! Can I get a lee!Hajime and a ler!fuyuhiko with a hint of kazuichi and gundham on the sidelines?? (Sdr2) (maybe I should've wrote the kazuichi and gundham part better I don't mean it as a ship this time)
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Bonjour, Cher Client~ Today I bring you a mighty fine feast of che Lee!Hajime, with a side dish of Platonic!KazuGun- all served with a topping of beach antics! I hope you enjoy your meal~
“Huh- you’ve been getting sun.” Fuyuhiko nodded at Hajime, catching him taking off his shirt. “You’re getting a tan.”
“Oh? Yeah, I guess so. I’ve been outside more.” The brunette blushed some, looking down at his browning chest and stomach. Komaeda insisted that they should start sunbathing. “How often do we get to enjoy the beach like this?” He insisted, eyes like stars as he looked at his lover. “Plus maybe I want to enjoy the sights of your sand covered-”
“Here.” Fuyuhiko held up a bottle, shaking Hajime free from his memories. “Put this on.”
“What? Oh, no thanks.” Hajime waved him off, smiling. “I don’t need any.”
“...Hajime.” Fuyuhiko glared at him. “You need sunscreen.”
“I really don’t.” Oh boy, the smaller man had that look on his face. It was rather cute, scary as it could be. “I don’t burn, I cook.”
“You’ll get sun cancer!”
“I’m only gonna be out for maybe half an hour.”
“Long enough to burn!”
“I’ll be swimming!”
“Even more reason to do so!”
“Fuyu-Eeeh!” Hajime turned and ran, flying out the locker room doors with the baby gangster on his heels. The sun was just starting to rise above the horizon, decorating the beach in a warm sherbert color. “The sun’s not even out yet!”
“And it will be soon! Come here! Put on your sunscreen!” The tiny blonde raged as he ran after him, chasing Hajime relentlessly. They dived and weaved each other, their footsteps making little pockets in the sand as they played. “Don’t be such a baby!”
“I told you, I don’t need that! I’ll be fi-EH!” In a sudden leap of fate, Fuyuhiko tossed himself at Hajime full force. They went rolling into the sand, sputtering and choking momentarily. “Fuyuhiko! Give a guy a warning!”
“Okay, here’s your warning- I’m putting sunscreen on you. Now hold still!”
“I told you I don’t need it-Ihiihhihiihhit! Ehahahaha! Wahhahait, waihhahait it’s cohohohold!” Someone cold and goopy touched the center of his back, making him arch up like a bow. Then he was giggling like crazy as two small hands began rubbing circles into his skin, smoothing it all over. “Cahahharheful! It tihihihihickles!”
“Aren’t you older than me? You’re acting like such a child.” Fuyuhiko tsked, shaking his head warmly. “Stop whining and take your sunscreen like a man!”
“Ooo, what have we got here?” Kazuichi walked up then, Gundam at his right. They were both dressed in their swimwear, clearly heading the same direction. “Fuyuhiko, why are you manhandling Hajime? Did he stiff you for soda pop money?”
“Perhaps he’s trying to put some sort of spell on him. Ha-HA! Mortal, you need a far greater skill level to do so!” The brunette laughed at this, his Devas poking their heads out of his trademark scarf. “Do you wish for an assist from a greater power?”
“He’s refusing to wear sunscreen!” Fuyuhiko declared, one hand pushing Hajime’s squirming body against the sand while the other mushed more of the protective cream into his ribs. “He’s gonna burn up without it- so I had to get a little forceful- stay still!”
“I cahhahahn’t! It tihihihihickles!” Hajime cackled, cheeks reddening as he kicked at the ground behind him, nearly throwing Fuyuhiko off of him when two hands slid between his arms and sides. “Eheheahhahaha, Guhuhundhahahm! Sohohohouda, hehehelp! Gehehhet him oohohohoff, heehahhahhaha!”
“Pfft- he really is like a little kid.” Kazuichi snickered, not bothering to hide his growing smile. Gundham ducked some to hide his own, shoulders twitching with mirth. “Should we help them out, overlord?”
“Don’t belittle my title so, Kazuichi…but yes.” They crossed the distance quickly, grabbing a set of limbs each. “Pass some of that back, Fuyuhiko. Hajime- take your protection spell!”
“Yeah- let us protect you from the big bad sun!”
“Yohoohhou twohohohoho suhuhu-UHUHUCK! Ehahhahahhahhaa! Eheahha-Nahhahahhaha! Nohohohoh, dohoohn’t you dahhahahare!” Hajime struggled to resist as they flipped him over, forcing him to look up at the sky. “Eheheheh, I’m ahahahll stiihihcky!”
“Pfft-” Kazuichi ducked into his shoulder, earning a swat from Fuyuhiko as Gundam muttered a soft “Jesus.” That nearly had Hajime in hysterics. What did ultimately get him there was Fuyuhiko smearing more sunscreen all over his chest and stomach. “Eheahhahahaa! Ohohohokay! Oohohohkay, I cahhahan puhuhuht the rehehehst on mihihihihsehehelf! Ehahhahahahahaa!”
“Yeah right! You'll just take off and run!” The blonde argued, finishing off the last of his application with two hands rubbing it into the older boy's face and neck. A few more squeals and titters later, he was thoroughly protected.
The guys pulled back, leaving Hajime to half-curl up in the sand, giggling. His whole body felt like he ran a marathon, and he was thoroughly coated. Still, the joy in his friend’s faces was hard to ignore. “Good, now you’re ready for the beach.”
“For eighty minutes.” Gundam pointed out, earning raised brows. “What? That’s how long the spell lasts.”
“This is why you don’t tan, Gundham.” Kazuichi pointed out, poking his friend in the belly. “You wear far too much sunscreen.”
“I’m a being from the underworld-I burn beneath your human sun! And you’re one to talk- you just overcame your most recent battle wounds with the accursed planet!”
“It wasn’t even that bad of a sunburn! Doesn’t change anything-”
“You aren’t wearing sunscreen, are you Kazuichi?” Fuyuhiko narrowed his eyes. The pink haired mechanic squeaked and backed up, raising his hands as his friends turned on him. “N-Now hold up…”
“Get his ass.” Hajime called, laughing as their target went flying down the surf. After a moment or two, he got up to join them, laughing the entire time.
For the 3 Radiant Tale fans who come around- this one's for you (and me. I count myself as one)
Under the cut for length!
I'm a firm believer that Ion- our darling big, strong silent type- is ticklish. Not like- laugh out loud and squirm away "hehe, that tickles!", ticklish, but more like; if you persist enough you just might get a chuckle or smile ticklish. He's also more prone to feathery soft tickles as he's used to a more...aggressive touch (Bless him)
I see your intrigue and raise you: Ion internally fighting for his ever-loving life while getting ready for a CIRCUS performance. More specifically while Paschalia (The group artist and body paint expert) draws on green swirls against his skin. Every time he thinks he can handle it, and every time he's reminded just how cold and ticklish the entire process is and becomes "Statue Ion" as Vilio dubbed him.
Maybe Paschalia drags it out intentionally as he "makes sure it's perfect"; maybe he presses just a little lighter for a rare Ion chuckle. Maybe he'll intentionally mess up a swirl and have to "do it over" a few times before Ion catches on and sets him back on track (I.e; tickles his waist until our water-conductor is tripping over himself in giggly apologies). All a typical pre-show evening for the members of CIRCUS
((Do y'all want Radiant Tale Headcanons? I have so many-))
