Hai, my name is jasper, i am 19 years old and i am trans ftm - i also have a wonderful partner ! 🥹 i write tk fics, tk headcanons, etc etc, when my requests are open feel free to request one of my fandoms (specified further down!)
minors can interact! + looking for moots !
"why do your fics take so long to create?"
that's simply because 1. i lose motivation very easily due to my AuDHD and 2. when i get into writers block, it normally stays for a really long time - i am also chronically ill (and depressed 😢) so sometimes i have to stay off the internet and such to regulate my body and my emotions.
"why is your spelling so bad?"
i normally dont go over my fics and proofread, but it's simple, my spelling is bad because im a fast typer, that's it.
"why is your grammar so bad?"
i have a hard time wording stuff - therefore causing my grammar to be significantly worse than other people my age 😢.
"when will your requests be open?"
from now (26th may, 2026) i believe in around a months time - maybe 2, around july 20th?? so less than 2 months. 😁
okay that's enough questions, now to get onto my fandoms!
💞 - WILL 100% write for
❤ - it DEPENDS, i might write for it, i might not - due to different reasons (1. im not interested in the fandom anymore or 2. i havent caught up with it yet.)
❤️🩹 - more than likely WONT write for it.
Anime :
my dress up darling - 💞
fairy tail - 💞
one piece - 💞
horimiya - 💞
bluelock - ❤
vanitas no carte - ❤
sasaki and/to miyano - 💞
yuri on ice!! - 💞
haikyuu!! - ❤
heaven official's blessing - 💞
given - 💞
persona 5 - 💞
dramatical murder - 💞
your lie in april - 💞
maid sama - 💞
my hero academia - 💞
demon slayer - 💞
twisted wonderland - 💞
jujutsu kaisen - ❤
death note - 💞
pokemon (only the shows with ash in them sadly, j refuse to watch anything else xx) - 💞
a/n: happy birthday Jai!! I hope I'm not too late </3 also sorry it's so short :((
words: 460
tags: @im-no-mechanic-but@anzynai@tklpilled +send an ask to be added or removed!
The moment Jamil realized Azul was ticklish, Azul knew he was doomed.
It was bad enough that Jamil had been turned into a snake. It was worse that, somehow, being turned into a snake had not reduced his ability to be smug. If anything, it had made him more dangerous.
“Jamil,” Azul warned, watching the little snake inch closer across his arm. “I know that expression.”
Jamil stared at him innocently.
Azul narrowed his eyes.
“No. Absolutely not.”
A tiny flick of Jamil’s tail.
“Jamil.”
Another flick.
“Don’t.”
The snake continued.
Azul’s confidence immediately disappeared.
“Wait—hold on—!”
The second Jamil’s tail brushed against his side, Azul jolted. A laugh escaped before he could stop it.
“Ah—!”
He froze. Jamil froze. Azul slowly looked down.
“...You did not just do that.”
The snake looked far too pleased. The exact same Jamil Viper smugness.
“Jamil.”
A pause.
“No.”
The tail moved again.
“J-Jamil, wait—!”
Azul immediately covered his mouth, trying desperately to maintain some form of composure.
“H-Hah—! No, noho, that’s cheheating!”
The snake tilted his head. Azul stared.
“You know exactly what you’re doing!”
Another brush.
“Ahahaha—! Jahahamil!”
His face flushed as he tried to pull his arm away, but the tiny snake had the advantage.
“This is completely unfair! You are smaller than my glasses case right now!”
Jamil flicked his tongue, "offended."
Another, deserved, attack.
“Wait—wait—! Hahaha—okay, okahahay, I take it bahahack!”
The snake continued.
“Jamil, pleahehease!”
Azul’s usual elegant composure was completely gone. The sight of the normally collected dorm leader losing his cool only seemed to encourage Jamil further.
“Yohou are enjoying thihihis way tohohoo much!”
A pause. The snake looked away.
Azul narrowed his eyes. “Don’t pretend you aren’t.”
The tail moved again.
“Ah—!”
Azul burst into laughter, gripping the edge of his desk.
“Hahaha—! No, nohoho, stohop—!”
Jamil kept going.
“Jamil Vihihiper! Do you have any idea how ridiculous this looks?!”
The snake only curled around his wrist more comfortably, completely unbothered.
Azul stared.
“You are literally a snake committing tickles.”
A pause.
“...Actually, that sounds exactly like something you would do.”
Jamil flicked his tongue, head tilting.
“Ahahaha—! Wait, wait, I’m serious!”
Azul tried bargaining.
“Think about this logically!”
Jamil paused. Azul took the opportunity.
“You are currently dependent on me for assistance. Therefore, attacking your only source of help is—”
The snake immediately resumed.
“—AHAHA—! Okay, okay, you have a point!”
Azul laughed harder, shaking his head.
“I cannot believe this!”
He looked down at Jamil, betrayed.
“Out of every possible thing you could do after being transformed into a snake, you chose to become a menace.”
The snake looked proud.
Azul sighed between laughs. “Of course you did.”
Jamil's pupils narrowed into slits, and he slithered into Azul's sleeve, wreaking havoc.
Finally, some art to feed you guys with. I have nothing much to say except I love Fontaine a lot… story was amazing and the characters were 10/10✨ d(￣ ￣)
Merry Christmas @chibimochii !!! I am your @squealing-santa this year~!
I finally got to write for these two and I really hope you enjoy it. Also my first time participating in this event so it was interesting to try, I hope did okay!
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: It's tickling???
AO3 Post
Neuvillette is eager to spend some of the festive season with Wriothesely this year... although Neuvillette has received some questionable and unsightly attire.
Wriothesely stared at the rare visitor in front of him. His serious and blank expression heavily contrasted the red and white hat atop his head.
“Are you aware of the tradition of Christmas, Wriothesely?” As Neuvillette asked, he leaned forward against the Duke’s desk, bell on his hat jingling, as if anticipating the answer like a child who can’t wait.
Cute.
“Yes, I’m aware… who put this hat on you?”
“Sedene did, she said I should try and be more festive this year.”
Wriothesely chuckled, “I think you have been plenty festive all the years you’ve decided to celebrate.”
“Well this year is… different.
“How so?”
“Come to the surface.”
And so, this is how Wriothesely found himself spending the week of Christmas in the Palais. Sitting on Neuvillette’s couch, tea in hand, cold rain howling outside.
“Would you like one of these ‘ugly’ Christmas sweaters that Clorinde purchased for everyone?”
They were indeed ugly, but in a cute way.
“I am most certainly not wearing one of those, I know you will try and take a picture.” The Duke glared playfully at Neuvillette.
“Come now, you will get cold.”
“Then light the fireplace!”
“I… do not want to.”
“You’re the *Hydro* Sovereign, the fire isn’t going to do anything to you.” Wriothesely couldn’t help but laugh to himself, “Seriously though, you control this rain don’t you? Why is it so bad tonight? Is something wrong?”
Neuvillette signed, “Yes, something is terribly wrong… You will not wear this ugly sweater.”
“Oh ha-ha, very funny… why don’t you wear the sweater, hmm?
“It… clashes with my robes.”
“That is the point isn’t it? It’s ugly and it needs to look as bad as possible. Come here, I will help you.”
Neuvillette looks at Wriothesely with wide eyes as he calmly approaches, “N-No I can do this myself! I am not a child…”
The smirk on the Duke’s face said he had other ideas though, easily tugging on Neuvillette’s coattail to stop him from moving away and pulling him into his muscular arms.
“Not this again!” The Iudex stifled a laugh.
“Not what again? Whatever could be wrong, dear Sovereign?”
“Y-You are going to do that tickle thing to me again aren’t you!? Everytime you think I am being shy or not compliant with your schemes…”
Wriothesely chuckled and easily dragged him to the couch, gently pinning him down and trying to undo the buttons of his coat, “Well I wouldn’t be doing the ‘tickle thing’ if you would just wear the sweater. Come on, I will buy my own if you put this one on.”
“W-Whehey are you like this!?”
“Honestly, it is rather amusing to watch your ears turn red when you are embarrassed. Just look at them.”
The Duke makes a point by softly pinching the tips of Neuvillette’s pointy ears, making him let out a small uncharacteristic squeak. “Stohohop!”
Wriothesely manages to get the robe off with minimal effort, mainly because he knows Neuvillette is secretly enjoying this. This affection between the two, as well as secret visits has become more common recently, and neither is complaining. These meetings have allowed Wriothesely to get to know the new leader of the nation in a more intimate setting… including the fact that he is ticklish.
“Ah you love it, now put this sweater on before I tickle you more.”
“N-Nohohohoo!!”
“Alright then you leave me no choice…”
Wriothesely prepares one sleeve of the sweater and pulls Neuvillette’s arm up, looping it into the hole and successfully getting it through. Not that the Chief Justice is putting up much of a fight as he appears to be in some sort of giggle fit at this point of the absurdity of the situation, this allows him to easily get the other arm into its sleeve as well… that just leaves his head.
“I swear I am going to get someone to cut your hair sometime… it’s so damn long…”
Neuvillette huffs in amusement, “I quite like my long hair, as do the Melusine’s… and I know you do as well…”
That rare knowing smile, he will pay for this.
Wriothesely then realises he has Neuvillette in a pretty good restraint, his arms in the sweater above his head, “I think you require more tickling for Christmas, O’ Hydro Dragon~”
No response could be given apart from a surprised shout followed by a wheezy laugh as Wriothesely digs his fingertips into Neuvillette’s armpits, causing him to squirm and desperately pull his trapped arms down.
“Nahahahahahaa Wriotheseheheheheheheeellyyy!!!”
“Sorry not sorry, sir.”
His fingers travel down Neuvillette’s delicate ribs, making him kick wildly behind the Duke’s back, kneeing him a couple times.
“Ouch, come on now is such violence necessary? I am only doing the ‘tickle thing’ you know?” The smirk was audible in his voice.
“Hhahahahaha you d-deserve ihihihihihihiiit stahahahahahahaap!!!” Neuvillette’s wheezing laughter only made Wriothesely chuckle and begin to dance his fingers down his sides now, causing the hydro wielder to writhe beneath him even more.
“NOOOHOHO!!!!”
“Are you going to wear the sweater?”
“N-Nohohoho you wear ihihihit!”
“Ah, I guess more tickles for you then!”
And so the Duke returned to tickling Neuvillette’s exposed armpits, driving him nearly insane at this point. He quite liked the look of the Iudex when he was laughing and free of worry. The slight permanent frown he seems to always wear is replaced with a beet red face and tears of laughter beginning to form at the corners of his eyes. He honestly looks as if he might be enjoying this a little.
Wriothesely decides he doesn’t want Neuvillette to pass out and stops his tickling, taking the exhausted man and sitting him upright, legs across his lap. As Neuvillette recovers from the ordeal, he finds the sweater being forced over his head finally and Wriothesely adjusts it and his hair so he is snug.
“Gotcha~”
Neuvillette doesn’t even protest, nor does he want to. He rests his head against the younger man's chest, feeling warm and comfortable as he gently rubs his back to help him come down from the ticklish high.
“Not a word to anyone… especially the Melusines…”
“Don’t worry, this was too precious for me to want to share with anyone but you.”
“Hah. Trying to butter me up now?” Neuvillette chuckles.
“I will save that for tomorrow. For now, let's relax. The rain stopped so I assume whatever was on your mind was successfully tickled away?”
Neuvillette’s ears turning a little red did not go unnoticed, he looked up with wide eyes as if he had been caught. “Ah… I guess so… though did you really have to tickle me?”
“Yes, and I have the urge to do it again now that you’re in this awful sweater.”
“W-Wriothesely don’t!”
Neuvillette’s words were cut off with a wheeze from himself and Wriothesely decided to try his legs and feet now, not that he minded. This was a nice way to spend Christmas Eve.
Summary: Ace and Deuce sneak into the Ignihyde dorm to steal an ultra-exclusive video game from Idia Shroud, but getting captured by Ortho leads to an interrogation that threatens to expose Ace's most humiliating secret.
Lee! Ace Trappola
Ler! Ortho Shroud
Word count: 1,862
"C'mon, dude! This way." Ace Trappola shushed as he crawled through the dark, narrow and dusty Ignihyde's ventilation shaft.
"Seriously— ack!" Deuce Spade got interrupted by Ace's ass bumping right into his face. He stopped, stretching his neck to take a slightest peak at his companion's face walking ahead. "Why did you take me with you? You seem to be pretty fine working all by yourself..."
"Because you are also interested in this game as much as I am."
"Am I!?"
"Hush now!"
They crawled slightly backwards as they heard two Ignihyde students walk below them. They were engrossed in the lively chat, not noticing the two idiots crouching on all fours above them. Once they passed by Ace waved his hand and resumed his snail-like crawling down the vent.
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"I really don't like this.." Deuce muttered as he jumped off the vent. Ace meanwhile was busy looking around them in search of any other students around.
"Quit whining, Deuce. You remember where housewarden Idia's room was?"
"Dude, why did you take me with you!? I was doing my homework when you barged in and said we're sneaking into Ignihyde dorm. You didn't even fill me in! I don't even know what we're looking for!"
"Is it this way or that way?" A pathetic attempt to change the subject.
"ACE!"
"SHH SHH!! Don't yell! Okay okay, I'll tell you. We're here to steal a game, okay? Happy now?"
"What game, Ace? We came all this way just because you've got an itch to play a game?"
Ace clicked his tongue. "Nuh-uh, a *video* game. No-no, a *limited* video game, Deuce. Premium one. Costs hella lot. Get what I mean? It got only 98 copies and not all can get a chance to play it. It's worth the time we spent to get here, trust me."
"Wait, really?" Deuce blinked twice, now curious about the crime. "It's that rare?"
"It is! It totally IS that rare. That's why we have to what, yes, steal it. From Idia-senpai. A game nerd like him should totally have a copy." Ace placed his hands on Deuce's shoulders like a proud father.
"What's that game even about." Deuce shrugged Ace's hands off his shoulders and reached up to adjust the strap of his bag.
"It's uhhh... It's about..." He giggled nervously, his fingers drumming against his lips. "It's about space rangers! Ahem, yes, y'know, robberies, shootings, space drama—"
"A-ha! So it was you two! I finally found you!" Ortho appeared out of pure nowhere, startling the absolute hell out of the criminals.
Ace's heart hammered against his chest as he almost dropped the flashlight he was holding. "RUNN!!!" He yelled before stumbling on the dorm rug, nearly falling face first on the ground as he went on the run.
Deuce squeaked. Hugging the bag tightly as he bolted from his spot following Ace.
"I've been tracking your silhouettes on my thermal imaging scanner for quite some time, but I couldn't identify these intruders. And now I see...it was you all along! Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade!"
Ortho's soles rumbled against the ground before puffing out strong fiery current to fly after the troublemakers.
Three of them rushed down the hallways. The damn cyborg was cheating by using his jet boosters to chase after them. Up ahead, the road split into two paths. The two boys exchanged a glance and nodded. This was the moment they had to go their separate ways...
"Right!" Ace barked.
"Left!" Deuce roared.
"DEUCE!!" Ace wailed, sending his friend his last glance. The cyborg appeared from behind the wall and to Ace's misfortune he darted after *him*.
"Ortho, why me!? Why won't you go after Deuce!?"
"I overheard your whole conversation, Deuce is simply innocent one in this situation."
"Oh come onnnn!!!"
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Click
Ace squinted at the sudden light in the dark room. He blinked rapidly as he now got the chance to look around the room and examine his surroundings. This seemed to be some...pantry? A bunch of mops, buckets, some cleaning products and pair of rubber gloves.
"Ahem!" Ortho's robotic voice rang from the darkness as he slowly stepped into the center of the room. As the light enveloped his form Ace could notice him wearing an oversized brown jacket and fake moustache glued to his mouth. "You're, Ace Trappola right?"
Ace's brows furrowed. He glanced at Ortho up and down before saying. "What are you wearing?"
"It's cool isn't it??" He chirped. "Me and Niisan watched some detective movies together and I liked the way they were dressed so I decided to try it out on myself. How is it?" Ortho even posed by pinching the edge of his fake moustache. Mere centimetres before peeling them off. Cheap academy glue.
"Yeah yeah, it's cool but...Ortho, uhh, can't you like- untie me?" Oh right, Ace was bounded to a chair. He shifted his weight, struggling against the ropes neatly bounding his arms.
"Oh, of course not, Ace! You're the criminal I've catched and you must suffer an interrogation."
"Interrogation? A-about what!? You said you overheard our whole conversation!"
"You see.." He floated closer. The big jacket on him may looked a bit fake but under the crooked lightning Ortho looked seriously intimidating. "I've searched all my database and I couldn't find a single game about space rangers that got only 98 copies. And I'm sure you weren't lying about wanting to steal one of Niisan's games so I'm genuinely curious what was the actual game you wanted to steal..."
"Haha.. what's so interesting about it?"
"Strange, your heart rate increased when I mentioned about the game. Aaace..?"
"That's because you're standing too close!" And Ace was right. Ortho was practically covering him with his oversized jacket. The robot quickly stepped back and cleared his throat, returning to his detective persona.
"My apologies, Monsieur—"
"Ortho, I have no time for you detective roleplays! Untie me right now!!" Ace's chair rattled under his weight. "Riddle's gonna have my head if I won't return to the dorm immediately!"
"Nonsense! You're just trying to avoid my question!" Ortho grabbed the armrests of the chair, keeping it down."Look, let's review the evidence. You entered Ignihyde without permission. You lied about the game you wanted to steal. And your stress levels increase every time I mention the real nature of the game."
"Fine, let's say I lied about the game being about space rangers. What then? What are you gonna do about it?"
"You'll see exactly what..." Ortho reached into the inner pocket of his jacket as he slowly slid little pink fluffy feather out. "Well, feeling like telling me yet?"
Ace gave him an uninterested look. "A feather?"
"Yeah. What, are you not scared?"
"Not really. And what exactly are you gonna do with it."
"Tickle you."
Ace scoffed "And I'm supposed to be telling you all the secrets I've got just cause I'm scared of a little tickling. Pfft. Ortho, you can do better."
Suddenly, Ortho's jacket fell onto the ground as six, no, eight metallic hands with silicone ends appeared from his back. "What about now?"
Ace's jaw dropped at the sight. He was staring at the hands in front of him in genuine horror now. All of this are going to tickle him now?? Hell no! "Okay-okay, let's talk this out!" He frantically pushed against the floor with his feet, scooting the chair backward as far away from Ortho as he could.
One of Ortho's hands clasped the armrests of the chair, dragging it closer to himself. "So, tell me what's the real game you wanted to steal!" All eight hands flew towards Ace.
Ace jerked sharply, jumping along with the stool. "GyaHAH—!! PpfhaHAHAHAHA! O—ORTHO, WAHAIT!"
"Tell me!" Ortho's metallic hands sped up, whirring with relentless efficiency, the soft silicone tips dancing ruthlessly across Ace’s sides, ribs, and stomach.
"AhAHAHAHA! O-O-OHORTHO PLEHEASE! STOP, KHHAHAHA!" Ace thrashed against the ropes, his chair creaking violently under his desperate squirming. Every time he tried to twist away, three more silicone hands were right there, digging into his waist and fluttering over his ribs.
"Resistance is inefficient, Ace! Just state the title of the software!" Ortho noted, his fake detective mustache lopsided and hanging off one nostril.
"NEHEHEVER!" Ace bent double as far as his bonds would allow, his face turning bright crimson. "KYAH—! NahaAHat the ribs, Ortho! AhaAHAHA, ANYTHING BUT THE RIBS, COME ON!!"
"Adjusting targeted coordinates to ribs," Ortho announced happily.
"NO! THAT'S NOT— GAH-HaHAHAHAHA! OKAY, OKAY! WAIT—STOP FOR A SECOND!" Ace gasped, tears of helpless laughter welling up in the corners of his eyes. "I'LL TALK! JUST PAUSE THE TORTURE DEVICE!"
The mechanical hands instantly retracted with a soft clicking, hovering in the air like a cluster of polite spider legs. Ace sagged against the back of the chair, panting heavily, his face flushed and his chest heaving.
"I am all ears," Ortho said, leaning in. His thermal sensors picking up the massive wave of heat suddenly rushing straight to Ace's face.
Ace squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw trembling. Oh boy, he'd rather take a beating from Floyd. He'd rather do extra get his hair chopped from Riddle. But looking at those eight silicon-tipped appendages twitching eagerly, he knew he was completely outmatched.
"It's..." Ace muttered under his breath, barely audible.
"Analysis: Audio input too low. Please repeat," Ortho said, cupping a hand to where a human ear would be.
"It's Heartstrings Academy, okay?!" Ace blurted out, his voice cracking loudly in the quiet pantry. "It's a limited-edition, ultra-rare, high-school romance dating simulator! There! I said it!"
Ortho blinked his glowing yellow eyes. "...A dating sim?"
"YES! A DATING SIM!" Ace yelled, his entire face burning so red. "It was a cross-over release with a super exclusive voice-acted route, and only 98 physical copies were made! I wanted to play it, alright?! But if Deuce found out I sneaked into Ignihyde to steal a *romance game*, I'd NEVER hear the end of it! He'd tell Cater, Cater would post it on Magicam, and my life would be OVER!"
Ortho stood frozen for two whole seconds as his internal system processed the information. Then, his mouth would've spread with wide, dazzling smile if he had one.
"Ah! Heartstrings Academy: Pure Love Blossom Route!" Ortho chirped, clapping his hands together. "Niisan bought the Collector's Edition on release day! He spent three days grinding the tsundere heroine's route to get the secret ending!"
Ace stared at him, stunned. "Wait... he actually has it?"
"Of course! But..." Ortho tilted his head, a devilish, playful glint appearing in his eyes. The eight mechanical hands slowly fluttered their silicone fingers again. "Intruding into Ignihyde is still a serious offense. And Niisan's save files are sacred."
Ace's heart dropped into his shoes. "Hey—wait a minute! I answered your question! We had a deal!"
"I never promised to release you upon answering," Ortho said innocently, gesturing with a single finger. "And besides... detective interrogations require full confessions. Who were you planning to target as your main heroine in the game?"
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Ace shrieked as the silicone hands lunged forward again. "GHA-HAHAHAHA! NOOOO! ORTHO, YOU—gyahAHAHAHHA! STOP, STOP! ORTHOOO!!"
A/N - Day 16 of Tickletober is "Cackle" and I chose to write for One Piece! I hella ship Zosan, so here is some Pre-timeskip and early Zosan fluff. I headcanon that Sanji had never been tickled before joining the crew and it was something he learned about on the ship. I hope you all enjoy and I am tagging the bestie @silentsamlikesham as they are the person who inspired me to write One Piece.
Word Count: 2,812
“Robin!” Luffy squealed as he collapsed onto the deck, sliding to the floor against a barrel. Unable to say anything else, Luffy slipped into hysterical laughter as Robin used her Devil Fruit to create multiple hands that apparated from beneath the wooden deck and surround her captain, each hand’s fingers wiggling into each of his most ticklish spots.
Having been startled by Luffy’s shout, Sanji had darted out of the kitchen and stood in the doorway, eyes wide and muscles tense, ready to fight. Once he got the gist of what had caused the commotion, Sanji allowed himself to relax, letting out a deep sigh. Instead of going back to the kitchen, Sanji lingered and stared at Luffy, watching the scene in front of him. Head tilting slightly to the side, Sanji watched, his face neutral.
Parallel to the cook, Zoro sat against a crate full of supplies, arms behind his back with his head resting on his palms. Zoro had watched the beginning of this scene and how Luffy was making puns to make Nami and Robin laugh. While Robin had been enjoying it, Nami was clearly annoyed and wanted to be left alone to sunbathe in peace. Zoro had noticed Nami leaning over to whisper into Robin’s ear, her hand covering her face so Zoro couldn’t read her lips. Letting out a pretty little laugh, Robin looked over at Nami and nodded. Crossing her forearms, Robin’s Devil Fruit powers had activated, setting the stage for this moment.
As Sanji burst out of the kitchen, Zoro’s attention was drawn to him, the sudden movement lighting up his reflexes. Zoro watched the chef closely, confused by Sanji’s general reaction to the events taking place. Sanji looked curious, a bit confused even; his eyes narrowed, and his lips set into the slight frown he always had when he was deep in thought. The man only retreated back into the kitchen once Usopp had called out his name and followed him back inside.
Not one to typically meddle with Sanji’s thoughts, Zoro compartmentalized the man’s actions into a list of things he was going to get back to later. Sanji was an interesting man, to say the least. People outside of the crew could potentially see him as one note, his general infatuation of women or his terrifying combat abilities being the only thing others saw of him. Having been sailing with him for a while now, Zoro had caught onto Sanji’s complexities, as he had done with the rest of the crew. Zoro may hold a bit of malice for the man, but he didn’t hate him. They were opposites, in a way, but as some would say: opposites attract.
Glowering at Zoro’s presence, Sanji tried to ignore the man as he cleaned up the kitchen. Dinner had just concluded, and everyone was going off to bed or, in Franky’s case, keep his eyes on the sea from the crow’s nest. Sanji usually cleaned up in complete silence, everyone scampering away as if they were afraid that he was going to make them wash dishes. The quiet was something Sanji had to get used to at first, as his previous cooking experience was in a busy kitchen, he began to enjoy it. Now, whenever anyone lingered behind after their meal, Sanji would either be irritated or concerned something was wrong. Tonight, it was the former.
Not wanting to act of his thoughts now, Zoro stayed in his spot and turned his attention back to his captain, who was now reaching for Chopper to use him as a shield. Chopper screamed for help as he laughed hysterically, yelling profanities at Luffy for getting him into his current predicament. A huff of amusement escaped Zoro’s nose as he wore a soft smile, taking in the moment fondly.
“Stupid Marimo,” grumbling under his breath, Sanji focused on the large pot he was washing, trying to not think about the man who was sitting on the countertop behind him. Figuring if he didn’t make any sort of acknowledgement to the man, Zoro would eventually grow bored and leave.
Zoro watched Sanji like a hawk, analyzing all his movements as he gracefully stepped around his kitchen, reaching for dirty utensils to clean in a way that was so smooth it seemed like his steps were a choreographed dance. Planning on how to make first contact with Sanji, Zoro let out pondering hum. Startled by the noise, Sanji instinctively snapped his head toward it and frowned, having gone against his desire to completely ignore Zoro. Annoyance flickering in his eyes as his met Zoro’s, Sanji let out a huff before turning back to the sink to finish rinsing a smaller plate.
“Why were you acting weird earlier?” not knowing if it was the rum beginning to flood through his bloodstream or out of general curiosity, Zoro found himself breaking the silence between the two of them.
“Hm?” Sanji straightened as he whipped out his towel to dry the dripping plate in his hand. “What do you mean?”
“When Robin was messing with Luffy,” Zoro stated.
“I thought we were being attacked,” Sanji replied, placing the dry, pristine plate on top of a tower of matching plates. “Luffy wasn’t exactly being quiet.”
“After that,” Zoro replied instantly, leaving Sanji no time to change the subject. “Why were you watching them.”
Sanji felt his cheeks flush as he applied more soap to his sponge. The suds trickled down the off-white plate as the sponge squeaked against the ceramic.
“You were watching them too,” Sanji snapped, his tone slipping from neutral to frustration. “I was just seeing what they were doing. Robin was being adorable as always…”
“You looked confused,” his voice remained calm and steady, a matter of fact statement. “Why were you confused?”
Frozen in place, Sanji stared down at the soapy water that circled the drain, having just shut off the faucet so the remaining drips splattered against the dirty water in a controlled rhythm. Mind blank, Sanji could feel his heart beating, fearing that Zoro could hear it.
“I don’t know,” Sanji’s shoulders dropped as he set the plate he was holding to the side and let his hands fall to his sides. “The touching…it’s weird…to me.”
“Tickling?” Zoro questioned, his voice dropping a bit lower.
“I’ve just never really seen it before,” Sanji shrugged, letting out a sigh. “Everyone here is so…affectionate. I don’t get it. I’ve just never had that before.”
Staying silent, Zoro took a small swig from the bottle of rum in hand, letting Sanji’s words linger in the air.
“It was weird to me too. At first,” Zoro placed his bottle down beside him. Zoro had been with Luffy for months before Sanji joined the crew, having experienced various forms of touch from the captain, Nami, and Usopp. It wasn’t something he was used to, having been preoccupied with his training and role of a pirate hunter, Zoro hadn’t received affectionate touch in years. With all the hugs, high-fives, gentle hands on his shoulder or hand and the occasional poke to the side, Zoro quickly became accustomed to the friendly touch. With how long they had been at sea with Sanji, Zoro assumed the cook had grown used to it too. Granted, with only knowing the smallest bits of Sanji’s past and having met Zeff in person, Zoro could see where Sanji was coming from. To Zoro, Sanji’s life was likely one with little touch or affection, the only positivity being Zeff not completely hating a dish he had invented. He understood that completely.
“I’m just not used to it,” Sanji lamented. “The hugging and the…uh, what did you call it?”
“Tickling?”
“Yeah, that. I don’t even know what that is.”
“You don’t?” Zoro had to control himself as he nearly stuttered from shock. Knowing Luffy, Zoro had figured their captain had tickled the daylights out of Sanji before; Luffy having started tickle fights with Usopp, Nami, and the swordsman himself as some sort of initiation into the Straw Hats. Granted, life got busy immediately after Sanji joined the crew, and while Zoro had seen Luffy and Chopper or Franky get into little tickle fights along with Usopp, it seemed that Luffy had accidentally skipped over Sanji.
“It’s just people touching each other to make the other laugh. It just seems weird,” Sanji rolled his neck, letting the vertebrae pop to release tension.
“It can be fun,” Zoro admitted.
“You having fun with something like tickling?” Sanji turned around to face Zoro, wearing a shy smile of disbelief. Zoro shrugged in response.
“You wouldn’t know if you’ve never tried it before,” Zoro said, then watched the gears begin to turn in Sanji’s head as he pondered his response.
“I guess that’s true,” with a click of his tongue, Sanji glanced back over at the sink, avoiding Zoro’s eyes.
“If you want to try it, I won’t tell the others,” Zoro’s tone was even and sincere, making sure Sanji didn’t think he was teasing him.
“What do I have to do?” voice near silent, Sanji kept avoiding Zoro’s eyes as the swordsman slipped off the counter and landed on the floor with a thud. Sanji was about to call him a “brute,” but held his tongue, given the circumstances.
Approaching Sanji, Zoro put his hand on the man’s shoulder and maneuvered him so Sanji was facing him, his lower back pressed into the countertop. There was a million things Zoro could say at Sanji’s expense in this moment, however Zoro wanted to maintain the trust the two had going in this scenario. Sanji confiding in Zoro of all people about something so trivial was something that didn’t need to be tainted by petty jabs and insults.
“Just try not to kick me,” Zoro allowed a small smile to form on his lips in attempt to ease the tension.
Curious eyes followed Zoro’s hands as they reached out and grabbed onto Sanji’s sides just beneath his narrow ribcage. Flinching from the touch, Zoro gave Sanji time to readjust and relax before Zoro actually did anything. Once stilled, Zoro began to softly knead into skin.
Letting out a grunt, Sanji slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle any other noises. Looking into Zoro’s eyes to reconfirm his consent to this touch, Sanji looked back down and watched Zoro’s large hands travel up his torso, fingers following the gaps between Sanji’s ribs.
“Feels weird,” Sanji lowered his hand so his voice wasn’t muffled. The man found himself trying not to press his arms down against his sides to get Zoro’s hands away from him. To combat this, Sanji reached back with both hands and gripped the edge of countertop and held on like his life depended on it.
“It’s supposed to,” Zoro replied softly, letting his short, blunt nails gently scrape along each rib as his hands continued to climb up Sanji’s thin torso. Wiggling a bit beneath the touch, Sanji’s breath hitched as Zoro reached the top of his ribcage. Fingers pausing, Sanji began to squirm in anticipation as if he knew what was coming. Glancing up at Zoro’s face, the other man’s grin switched from being kind to one that was almost predatory.
“Shi-hit!” Sanji squeaked before slipping into hysterical laughter, one that was quiet and breathy, unlike his usual sarcastic laugh. Amused on how Sanji’s arms stayed steady, white knuckling the counter, Zoro’s fingers danced around in the hollows of Sanji’s arms.
“Seems like you’re ticklish, curly,” Zoro allowed himself to tease after listening to Sanji’s laughter for a bit, wanting to see how the man would react to his words.
“You’re making it worse,” Sanji’s laughter rose in pitch for a moment, his knees bending enough that the change in height was noticeable to Zoro.
“If I talk about how ticklish you are, it makes it worse?” he questioned, but already knew the answer. Laughter rising again, Sanji leaned forward and rested his head into Zoro’s chest, nodding into him. While he was never going to say it aloud, Zoro saw this little action as endearing and adorable. While his feelings for the man were conflicted, Zoro only had fondness for Sanji in this moment.
“Why?” Sanji began to giggle and scrunch up his shoulders as Zoro started to flutter his fingers along the man’s neck.
“Why is your neck ticklish or why does it tickle more when I tease you?”
“Both,” Sanji’s shoulders bounced as he threw his head back, Zoro switching his tactics and began to scribble his fingers all along Sanji’s belly.
“It just does,” Zoro found himself shrugging, but then catching Sanji as his hands slipped and his knees buckled. As carefully as possible, Zoro guided Sanji to the floor where he continued to tickle Sanji’s middle.
Blond hair messily covering his eyes, Sanji hugged himself as he leaned against the side of the counter, his laugh light and pleasant to listen to, in Zoro’s personal opinion. Needing to readjust his position, Zoro placed a hand on Sanji’s thigh and accidentally squeezed it as he shifted. This small action extracted a loud belly laugh, which made Zoro freeze.
“The cook’s best assets are his weak point, isn’t that right Giggles?” tone purely mischievous, Zoro pulled Sanji’s legs into his lap and began to lightly squeeze the powerful thighs sporadically.
“Fuck!” was all Sanji could utter as he was lost in this own hysteria, his laughter loud and contagious. Zoro couldn’t help but lightly laugh along, Sanji’s laugh sounded so sweet and carefree, like nothing else in the world mattered except for joy and laughter.
“Easy there, Blondie,” Zoro let out a soft chuckle as Sanji began to cackle, flailing his arms the second Zoro began to tickle the underside of his knees. Even through the fabric of his pants, Zoro’s soft fingers were deadly, sending electrical shocks through his nervous system, triggering wild cackles which starkly contrasted all his other, softer, and sweeter, laughs. “Found you sweet spot, didn’t I?”
“It tickles so bad,” Sanji squealed the second Zoro skittered his fingers over his knee. “Marimo-ho-ho! I can’t tahahake it!”
“Guess I know how I’m going to stop you from fighting me in the future,” smirking, Zoro switched to rubbing Sanji’s thighs, putting enough pressure into his touch to tell Sanji’s nerves that the fun was over, the ticklish stimuli was gone.
“I’d kill you, Mosshead,” Sanji said after a moment of silence, taking the time to regulate his breathing and recover physically and mentally.
“I’d like to see you try, Giggles,” Zoro countered by fluttering his fingers over Sanji’s belly. Syrupy sweet giggles poured from his lips as he shoved Zoro’s hands away, smiling bright in a manner that Zoro had never seen the man do before. “What’d you think?”
“Wasn’t too bad,” Sanji rested his head back. “I can see why the rest of the crew likes it.”
“We’ll have to drag you into the next tickle fight Luffy starts,” Zoro chuckled as Sanji flashed him a halfhearted glare, his wide grin and sparkles in his eyes chased away any potential malice he could inflict on Zoro.
“I’ll drag you into it with me,” Sanji patted Zoro’s leg when the realization hit. “You’re ticklish too, aren’t you?”
“Well, uh…yes,” a rosy, pink blush painted his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck. Zoro would normally lie in a situation such as this one, however he had practically admitted to it earlier. Lying would just get Sanji to prove his statement was false. At least this way, Zoro was had a higher chance of not being tickled to death by Sanji, though having the cook’s hands all over him wasn’t the worst thing he could think of in the moment. “Not as badly as you are though.”
“Oh yeah?” Sanji raised his brows in disbelief.
Before Zoro could react, Sanji reached over and danced his fingers across Zoro’s ribs. With a squeak, Zoro pushed himself away from the other man as he swatted away the offending hand.
“With a reaction like that, I think you might be lying to me Marimo,” Sanji teased, wiggling his fingers in the air to taunt the other man.
“Oh, shut up,” Zoro growled with little spite behind it. Despite sensing Sanji’s micro-movements, Zoro found himself remaining still as Sanji lunged forward to grab his leg, dragging the man back to his previous spot. Crawling over him, Sanji plopped down onto Zoro’s thighs, fluttering his fingers a few inches above Zoro’s midsection.
“Listen to you, Giggles,” Sanji jested as Zoro began to shake beneath Sanji’s weight, quiet giggles resonating from the man as he could almost feel the phantom touch across his skin.
Despite not knowing what tickling was until that night, Zoro discovered amazingly fast that Sanji was an excellent tickler and someone who should not be trifled with.
