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Summary: Tamaki takes a moment to hug her favorite hero, and perhaps hear some of his giggles in the process.
A/N: I've been back in the world of Fire Force recently and thus was inspired to write for Shinra and Tamaki again; they're just so cute, I wanted them to have a fluffy moment together. Enjoy!
Word Count: 1006
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The arms wrapping around his waist from behind startled a gasp out of Shinra. He dropped the knife he’d been using to slice carrots before turning to look over his shoulder.
Dark coat, dark hair. Not much to go on…if the pigtails hadn’t been a factor. That and his heart was racing much faster than usual – a sure sign that the person behind him was special.
“Tamaki,” he breathed out a sigh, relaxing some. “Don’t sneak up on people when they have a knife. That could have ended poorly.”
“You could never hurt a friend,” she murmured in reply, her voice muffled thanks to her face pressed into his back. He felt her snuggle into him harder and fought off a grin.
“What’s up? Everything okay?”
“Mhm.” Tamaki’s grip on his waist tightened some. He felt a fluttering in his chest. She was adorable. “Just wanna be with you.”
Forget fluttering – his chest was a full-on fireworks show, complete with grand finale. Shinra gently put a hand on top of hers and closed his eyes, soaking in the feeling. It was rare for them to get to have moments alone, rarer still for her to initiate affection. Usually it was him trying to give compliments while frantically keeping his gaze averted when her Lure kicked in. They’d even gotten to the point that she told him she didn’t mind if he saw, but…
Well, he was a gentleman, after all.
Tamaki nuzzled her nose between his shoulder blades. He stiffened, hoping it wouldn’t scare her off. “W-What are you doing?”
“You smell nice,” she replied, her voice soft and loving. “Like smoke from a fire, but in a good way.”
“Yeah?” he tried to flirt back, but it was difficult when his nerve endings were beginning to wake from slumber. “H-Hey, why don’t you let me turn around and hold you properly?”
Tamaki just held him tighter, her fingers beginning to scribble at his waist in tandem with her rubbing her face between his shoulders like a cat. He could almost see her fiery ears beginning to take shape. “Because you’re cute when you’re pretending not to be so ticklish.”
“Tamaki!” Shinra squeaked, gripping the edge of the counter as the first giggles began to shake his body. He clamped his lips shut as best he could. “Hohow did yohou…? T-Thahahahat spohohohot…?”
“Your roommate might have let it slip,” Tamaki replied, a teasing lilt to her voice now that hadn’t been there before.
Arthur! “That jeheherk!”
“And here I thought you wouldn’t mind if I played with you a bit to find out~”
“I…!” Shinra gasped louder this time when she held firmer with one arm while retracting the other, her warm fingers sliding up his shirt from behind to scribble at his bare back. He was fortunate enough to not have her using her cat claws yet, but it still tickled like crazy. This time he couldn’t hold back his snickers as he whined, “Tahahahahamaki!”
“I should use you as my scratching post,” Tamaki teased, giggling with him the more he began to shudder and squirm in her grip. “I bet that would really get you going.”
Shinra whined through his giggles, trying his best not to whirl around and send her flying in self-defense. If he could keep from activating his flames when his feet were tickled, he could surely keep from hurting her when she was tickling him here.
“Come on, Shinra~” Tamaki splayed her hand just long enough to extend her claws, then began gently scritching them up and down the space between his shoulder blades. “Where’s that laughter I fell in love with?”
“Gah! Tahahahahahahamaki!” he shrieked, said laughter beginning to spill from him now, his desire to try and fight back rising by the second. He shakily grabbed the knife by the hilt and tossed it away just in case they got into a scuffle, then tried reaching around to stop her. “Plehehehehehehehease!”
At that moment her other claws struck, raking between the grooves of his ribcage through his shirt, forcing him to fold in on himself protectively, which only opened him up for more tickling along his back. Shinra squealed and laughed, squirming properly for the first time, bits of carrot falling to the floor as he tried to grab onto something to ground himself.
“Ehehehehehehehe! Stohohohohohop it, Tahahahahamaki! Plehehehehehease, it tihihihihickles!”
“Does it?” Tamaki giggled, relenting in her attack between his shoulders only to grab the hem of his shirt and slip both hands under it to scribble freely at his bare ribs with her cat claws. She held on tight as he cried out in surprise, nearly losing his footing for how hard he was laughing now.
“Gahahahahahahahaha, nohohohohohohohoho! Okahahahahahay, okay, I gihihihihihihihive! Plehehehehehease, Kohohohohohoho!”
At last she slowed to a stop, running the palms of her hands along his sides and stomach as he caught his breath, then snuggling into his back again.
“A-Are you…ever going to let me turn around?” Shinra asked through residual giggles, trying to glance over his shoulder at her.
She lifted her head to gaze at him with a soft smile. “Can’t I give my hero a hug?”
He grinned. “I could hug you much better if you let me~”
He got another brief tickle for that, but she did step back just long enough for him to turn and face her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and resting his chin on her head as she lay her cheek against his chest. She had to hear how fast his heart was beating, but he didn’t mind. He could feel her quickened breaths in response.
“How did I get so lucky?” he murmured aloud, mostly to himself, but Tamaki hummed her agreement.
“Sol must have been shining on us both.”
Shinra didn’t know about that, but as he hugged her tighter, he was sure of one thing.
He really, really liked this girl. Random tickle attacks and all. And he wouldn’t let a day go by without letting her know it.
Gladys & Sunstone’s 31 Tickles Til Halloween! (Tickletober List)
Hello everyone! Gladys and Sunstone here to announce our own Tickletober list for 2025! We’re calling it: Gladys & Sunstone’s 31 Tickles Til Halloween! 🎃 (Technically there’s 30 days since Halloween is the 31st day, but 30 didn’t sound as good to us as 31 so- 😭)
ANYONE is allowed to use this list, as long as it stays SFW! This list can be used by writers OR artists!
Feel free to go in any order, combine prompts, combine our list with other lists, or choose however many days you would like! Have fun with it! All 31 days do not have to be completed to participate! One or two days is just fine!
Per the tradition of Tickletober, please post your fics or art during the month of October! (But it's totally okay if it’s a few days after October ends too! We would still love to see it!)
If you end up using the list, please tag us @gladdygirl18 & @sunstone-smiles. And or, use our tags: #g&s tickletober 2025, #31 Tickles Til Halloween, or #Gladys & Sunstone's 31 Tickles Til Halloween!
We’ll both try to reblog as many creations as we can that use our list! We can’t wait to see what everyone creates!
(P.S: Shoutout to Gladys for proposing the idea! I hope you all have as much fun with it as we did making it!)
“L-Listen, captain,” Luck stammered, grinning despite himself. His fight instinct was kicking into overdrive, but against the dark magic user, he knew his chances were slim at best. Still, he tried tugging on his trapped wrists and wriggling away. “Let’s fight this out, eh? I can take you if you give me a chance!”
“Amusing as it would be to see you try, I think we both know if I let you go you’ll just try to continue whatever you were doing a second ago, sneaking up on me.” Yami flicked his cigarette away and forced Luck’s arms above his head. “Right?”
“M-Maybe! But listen!” Luck yelped when Yami rested his free hand on his side, not moving yet, but threatening to. “I think it’s only fair – you tickle us all the time; why can’t we do the same to you?”
Yami’s grip on Luck tightened even as a wicked smirk graced his lips. “Oho, so that was what you were trying to do?”
Crap. Luck knew that look. He was completely screwed now, it was just a matter of time. A giggle slipped out of him unbidden, making him squeak in embarrassment at the same time that Yami’s fingers began to move in slow, teasing circles along his side.
“You gotta let us try it,” Luck pleaded, throwing caution to the wind. Why bother mincing words? He was doomed either way. “Wouldn’t it be fun? You thihihihink it’s fun to tihihihickle us, don’t you? C-Cahahahaptain!”
Yami snickered. “Sure, kid. But I only go after ya because you like it, don’t you?”
Luck squirmed, the light, ticklish touches on his side beginning to get to him. “M-Mahahahaybe?”
“Yeah, ya do.” Yami darted his hand down to Luck’s hip and squeezed.
“Okahahahahay fine! But stihihihihihihill!”
Yami leaned back against the couch, as if settling in for a while, his fingers still kneading gently at Luck’s hip. “Tell me, kid – exactly what did you think was going to happen if you came over here and succeeded?”
what does Luck do?
tell him everything - try teasing back!
refuse to talk - he's got to keep it secret for the next attempt!
SUGGESTIONS!! (Over obsessed with black clover RN)
Ler!Yami Lee!Luck (love those two SM
2. Ler!Julius Lee!Yami (young)
3.Ler!Yami and Ler!Luck with Lee!Asta
love your fanfictions by the way :)
-☄️
~~Suggestion Saturday~~
Decided to go with Option #1 because Yami going after the Bulls is one of my favorite things ever! Enjoy! 🥰
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Luck was either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid.
He liked to think he was the former, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was more likely the latter. But could you blame him? When the idea struck, he just had to find out if he was right! After all, Yami had come after all of the Bulls at one point or another – who was to say they couldn’t turn the tables if they ganged up on their captain?
Unfortunately for him, the rest of his teammates were too chicken to try and help, so here he was, trying to sneak up on Yami all by himself.
He supposed he couldn’t fault them; it was risky business making their captain mad or giving him reason to seek them all out one by one. Even Asta – thanks to Liebe’s regular attacks – found he wasn’t willing to poke the bear until they had concrete proof that Luck was right.
Ah, well. It would only make it that much more fun and gratifying for the blonde to find out on his own that their beloved, rough and tumble captain was, indeed, ticklish as well.
He had to go about this the right way, though. If he alerted Yami even slightly, the jig would be up. He wanted to get the jump on him.
Seeing as he was out of sight so far, he felt like he was off to a good start. Yami was sitting on the couch, head tilted down, presumably reading the paper. No one else was in sight, since again, no one else wanted to risk Yami’s wrath. Luck silently hoped at least some of them were watching from the shadows, though. He was just feet away from catching him by surprise…
In a flash, Yami whipped around and grabbed him by the arm. Luck let out a startled shriek and tried to fight his way free, but the captain was too strong, and it wasn’t long at all before the blonde found himself sprawled unceremoniously in the older man’s lap, wrists locked together in an iron grip.
Yami leisurely removed the cigarette from his lips with his free hand, smirking. “Nice try, kid. Did you really think I couldn’t sense your ki from a mile away?”
SURPRISE!! YOU get to choose what happens next! I'm experimenting with a "choose your own adventure" style fic - there will be two or three choices for the story coming up and the majority vote will decide the final result! So without further ado...
Summary: Bachira is hiding something. Isagi is determined to find out what it is.
A/N: In which I really wanted interrogation tickles and was also on my BachIsagi brainrot at the time. We love lee!Bachira on this blog. Hehehe, enjoy! 🥰
Word Count: 1932
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Bachira was hiding something.
Isagi could see it in the little things – the way he glanced over his shoulder more than normal, the way he offset his eating and showering schedule from everyone else’s. Well, not just everyone else’s – Isagi’s specifically. The taller boy might have been more upset about it if his boyfriend didn’t look so downright mischievous during it all.
He attempted to confront him one night as they got cozy under the covers together. They’d long since moved their beds together to spend nights cuddled in each other’s arms, much like Chigiri and Kunigami had done for a while. Isagi readily draped the shared blanket over his partner even as he said, “Something’s up with you, Bachira.”
“Mmm?” the smaller boy replied, blinking at him innocently. “What do you mean?”
“You’re being sneaky about something.”
“Am I?” At this point, the tiny twitch of a smile gave the dribbler away, and Isagi narrowed his eyes playfully.
“What are you scheming?”
Bachira just leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips, then promptly flopped onto his opposite side to assume his position as the little spoon for the night. Isagi gave it a beat, but ultimately let it go…for the moment. He was too tired to really get into it then anyway.
The next day, however? It was game on.
He was patient. He gave it plenty of time. He wanted to catch his boyfriend when his guard was down – or at least, as close as he could get to that as possible. When he announced he was going to lunch a little later than usual, Bachira sprung up and decided he was hungry right that second. Some of the guys asked if they were okay, but Isagi waved them off, certain that they were fine and that he was going to get answers out of his boyfriend one way or another later tonight.
His time came when he got back from the showers that evening, passing Bachira on his way to them. He silently followed several paces behind his partner until they were in a relatively traffic-less hallway in the facility, at which point he called to him, hurrying to catch up and snatch his hand gently.
Bachira looked only mildly surprised, as if he’d known Isagi was there the whole time but didn’t expect him to actually stop him. “Hey, Isagi~”
Isagi dropped his hand, quickly wrapping his arm around Bachira’s waist instead. “You’re hiding something.”
“What, me?” Bachira smirked. “I would never.”
“And you’re going to tell me what it is,” the taller boy continued, undeterred, as he gently pushed his boyfriend up against the nearest wall, trying his best to don a flirtatious air to throw his partner off his game.
“Ooh, so intimidating~” the dribbler shot back, his lips wobbling in an attempt to hide his smile. “What’re you gonna do to me, Yoichi?”
Isagi shivered at the use of his first name – much like “bumblebee” was for Bachira, it was his boyfriend’s term of endearment for him, and it always made his heart soar.
But right now, he was on a mission.
He took another step forward, effectively pressing Bachira up against the wall and trapping him there, his hand snaking around to his hip as he pressed their foreheads together. He lowered his voice to a near whisper. “What do you want me to do, bumblebee?”
Bachira looked elated as he gradually slid his arms up to Isagi’s shoulders, cheeks turning pink as the seconds ticked by. “Anything you want,” he whispered back. For a moment the taller boy hesitated – was all of this just his partner’s way of getting them alone together? Was he feeling antsy lately? He supposed it had been a while since…
But no, he decided, even as he kissed Bachira briefly. If his boyfriend was acting suspicious because he wanted some alone time, he was going to have to admit it out loud with words.
Isagi reached up to take Bachira’s hands from his shoulders, swiftly and purposefully locking his wrists together in one hand before pushing them above his head against the wall, pinning him further.
Bachira’s eyes widened a fraction, his breath seeming to catch. “I-Isagi?”
The taller boy finally allowed a wicked smirk, his free hand trailing a fingertip from his boyfriend’s armpit to his waist. “Last chance to tell me what you’re scheming, bumblebee~”
Bachira was visibly fighting down a grin now, but whether from the slight tickling sensation or because he was still feeling mischievous, Isagi couldn’t quite tell. Either way, the shorter boy playfully stuck out his tongue and dared, “Do your worst.”
Fine, then.
Isagi wasted no time, immediately digging his thumb into Bachira’s hip, grinning when he squeaked and dissolved into breathy giggles, squirming against the wall helplessly. He let the sensation build up for a few seconds before walking his fingers up his partner’s frame to his armpit, stopping just below to draw out the anticipation.
“You think I haven’t noticed you being weird lately? Well, weirder than normal?” Isagi teased, scratching a single finger into his boyfriend’s outstretched armpit. “Always looking over your shoulder for me, not eating together for almost a week, not even wanting to brush our teeth together? It’s like you don’t like me anymore.”
“I dohohohohoho!” Bachira protested immediately, giggles spilling out of him uncontrollably as he squirmed and tugged at his trapped wrists. “I dohohohohoho lihihihihihike you!”
“I know you do. If you wanted to break up with me I’m pretty sure you’d just say it and be done,” Isagi replied, grinning, though a tiny part of him felt relieved all the same. “You know the guys have been asking me if we’re fighting?”
“Thehehehehey’ve ahahahahasked me, too!”
“And what did you tell them?”
Bachira opened his mouth as if to reply, but quickly clamped it shut again, seeming to remember he wasn’t talking about it. Giggles still bubbled up past his closed lips, though, and Isagi let out a dramatic sigh. He switched from scratching to digging into his boyfriend’s armpit, making him squeal and whine out a “noooo!” before beginning to laugh quietly, still unable to bring his arms down to protect himself.
“What are you hiding?” Isagi asked again.
“Nohohohohothing!”
“You sure?”
“Yehehehehehes!”
Isagi decided to be a little mean, leaning in real close to his boyfriend’s face, keeping up his digging tickling as he murmured, “You think I’m playing around? I’ll get serious if you don’t talk, bumblebee.”
Bachira twisted his face to the side as best he could, the pink in his cheeks darkening to red as he grew flustered. “Thehehehehehehere’s nohohohohothing to sahahahahay!”
“All right.” Without another word, Isagi nestled his face into the crook of Bachira’s neck and began kissing him there.
Bachira let out a noise that was somewhere between a giggly scream and a groan, struggling to free himself even more now. “Gahahahahahahaha, nohohohohohoho! Plehehehehehease, not thahahahat!”
“But I thought you liked it when I did this,” Isagi replied smugly, tightening his grip on Bachira’s wrists as he nibbled his neck gently.
“Nohohohohohot at the sahahahahahahame tihihihihihime! Ehehehehehehe, Isahahahahagi!”
“What a shame. Better talk, then~”
“Nehehehehehever!” Bachira shot back, even as he whimpered in fluster, still wiggling to try and escape.
Isagi kept it up for a few seconds longer, then gradually stopped and pulled back, gazing into Bachira’s eyes as the smaller boy caught his breath, looking both winded and over the moon about the situation he’d found himself in.
“Gonna talk?” Isagi asked him.
Bachira sputtered out a giggle, shaking his head. “Nope.”
Perhaps this was what he’d been hoping would happen, Isagi thought as he shrugged and slowly began to worm his hand between Bachira’s back and the wall, climbing up his spine at a pace that he knew would drive his boyfriend crazy. Maybe he wanted me to wreck him. It’s been a while since we’ve done this, too. But Bachira was never usually shy about wanting tickles, so it didn’t add up.
No, he decided again as his hand found its final resting place, Bachira shaking with anticipation, his lips pulled into a helpless smile as he watched Isagi with a conflicted eagerness in his eyes. He was definitely hiding something.
“Last chance.”
“Never,” Bachira whispered.
Isagi curled his fingers inwards, scribbling between his partner’s shoulder blades, and instantly the hallway was filled with screechy laughter. It took all of ten seconds for his boyfriend to crumble and start begging.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO, NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, ANYWHERE EHEHEHEHEHELSE!!”
“But anywhere else wasn’t working,” Isagi replied reasonably, having to employ all of his strength to keep Bachira pinned in place against the wall now. He thought about flipping him around for easier access, but truthfully, he wanted to see his beaming, flushed, hysterical face. “I’m just doing what I have to do, bumblebee~”
Bachira snorted, the sound making Isagi’s chest feel lighter than air.
“NO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!! DON’T CAHAHAHAHALL ME THAT NOHOHOHOHOW!!”
“Why not, ticklish little bumblebee? I know you always love it when I call you that.”
“GAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!”
“Hmm. Better fess up, then.” Isagi grinned, feeling a buzz of elation as he kept up the relentless tickling pace, watching his partner’s resolve crumble before his eyes. Was it a little mean? Maybe, but it was in times like these that he understood the rush Bachira always seemed to feel when their roles were reversed. There was something so special about watching the person he loved absolutely lost to his own laughter, his mind freeing itself from anything that might be holding him down.
Or in this case, any secrets it felt like keeping.
One more purposeful scribble, and Bachira was pleading for mercy at last.
The taller boy let up, but he knew better than to remove his hand or let Bachira’s wrists go before he got what he wanted. He gave his boyfriend a few seconds to catch his breath, smiling gently at the beautiful mess he’d made of him, all with just a couple of tickling fingers in the right spot.
“Well?” he pressed after he’d given him some time. “What have you been hiding?”
Bachira took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly, seeming resigned…for all of two seconds. Then he shot his eyes up to his boyfriend and smirked. “You really think that was enough to break me? I’m just getting my second wind. Gotta try harder than that, Yoichi~”
It happened, then. That moment on the field when some other power took over him and he could feel a goal in sight. Bachira called it his Monster, but Isagi didn’t much care what it was called. It was strong, and it worked every time, and right now, it was rearing its head, determined to take Bachira all the way down. He’d tickle this secret out of him if it was the last thing he did.
Bachira seemed to realize it, too, because his eyes went wider than they had before, and he was giggling again even before Isagi all but threw him to the ground and went all out, tickling every spot he could reach until his boyfriend was screaming with laughter and spilling every last secret he’d been hiding for the past week. By the time it was all over, Bachira was a panting mess, and Isagi felt as though their relationship had just ascended to the next level, somehow.
And of course, he more than made up for his tickle torture with plenty of kisses and cuddles afterward.
Reki started it for no reason, he just likes to tickle langa which is pretty bold for someone who’s more ticklish in more spots, but I can’t judge too much on that front. Theyre just gonna keep it up until they tire themselves out 😴
Sanji could see the moment Zoro caught on to the fact that he was taking anything fragile out of the line of fire. He watched in amusement as the Swordsman took stock of where his swords were lying the other side of the room. He was expecting Sanji to fight him.
Instead, the cook merely scooted himself down the bench and in one fluid motion was pressed up against Zoro, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee. The Swordsman reared his head back in surprise as Sanji slithered an arm behind him, resting it against the back of the bench and against the window of the crow’s nest.
“Need a cuddle, Marimo?”
Full fic below!
Thank you to the Anon that requested this!
Word count: 3,029
Sanji chewed on the butt of his cigarette as he watched Zoro from the galley’s window. The Swordsman was staring broodingly out of the Crow’s nest window, moping up there since lunch. Although, it’d be more accurate to say he’d been brooding since last week. He wasn’t even training some days, which was the strangest part. That’s how Sanji knew the brute was actually worried about something.
Not that Sanji should give a shit. The Swordsman didn’t need him fretting over him. The last thing Zoro would want was Sanji, of all people, asking him if he was okay. No, someone else would notice and the idiot would be fine. Sanji knew Luffy was probably one gum gum bounce away from bounding up there himself to speak with him.
Sanji reassured himself of all of this as he trayed up a bottle of sake and two drinking glasses and made his way to the crow’s nest ladder. Curse his stupid bleeding heart and the bastard Mosshead that was dragging his attention away from dinner. Not that it wasn’t practically ready to go anyways...
He didn’t bother knocking as he reached the trapdoor. Zoro let out an amusing eeek as it banged off the ground. Sanji hadn’t heard him make that noise in years, not since they’d both developed observation haki. Sanji couldn’t hold back his laughter, reveling in the red faced Marimo now scowling at him.
“Alright, Marimo?” Sanji wheezed, kicking the door shut behind him.
“What do you want.” Zoro growled, biting his tongue as he noticed the white shining bottle of sake making its way towards him. He raised a questioning brow at the Cook. It wasn’t even dinner, why was the cook giving him this?
“What? You don’t want to share a drink?” Sanji teased, sitting at arm's length from Zoro on the bench that curved the large circumference of the room.
He watched Zoro as he tensed in his seat, squirming as Sanji got closer. Sanji could tell something was off with the brute; he was unsettled in a way Sanji had never seen before. A thought crossed the Cooks mind as he poured them each a glass.
“I never said that.” Zoro grumbled, crossing his arms and squinting at Sanji with his good eye. What was the cook playing at.
Sanji only smiled as a response, offering one of the glasses to Zoro by holding it up between them. Why was he handing it to him? Zoro’s suspicion grew as Sanji seemed to purposely flick his wrist and have their fingers brush as Zoro yanked his hand away.
It wasn’t like their hands hadn’t brushed before. But the connection sent little shocks through Zoro’s hand, a warmth spreading through him like a shot of liquor as the fog that had been bothering his mind all day seemed to thin. What the fuck was happening to him?
Sanji didn’t mean to laugh, he didn’t want to come across as cruel. But it was entertaining watching the gears turning in Zoro’s head, his skin flushing pink in embarrassment as he seemed to struggle with something. Sanji felt almost mean being as smug as he was. But he’d figured out what was wrong with Zoro. Why the Mossball had been a recluse the last few days and why he was fidgeting like Luffy while he swirled the contents of his glass.
“What?” Zoro barked, his temper short as he noticed Sanji laughing at him.
Sanji just downed his glass of sake, watching as Zoro followed his lead, narrowing his eye at the blond and slamming his glass down the far side of the bench. Sanji copied the motion, dragging the bottle from between them as well and placing it out of harm's way.
Sanji could see the moment Zoro caught on to the fact that he was taking anything fragile out of the line of fire. He watched in amusement as the Swordsman took stock of where his swords were lying the other side of the room. He was expecting Sanji to fight him.
Instead, the cook merely scooted himself down the bench and in one fluid motion was pressed up against Zoro, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee. The Swordsman reared his head back in surprise as Sanji slithered an arm behind him, resting it against the back of the bench and against the window of the crow’s nest.
“Need a cuddle, Marimo?”
“Wh-What?” Zoro stuttered, much to Sanji’s unbridled delight, his gaze unable to stay still as he took in Sanji’s arm wrapping itself around his neck; the closeness of the Cook’s face; and the burning he felt across his skin that itched wherever Sanji touched him.
“Do. You. Need. A. Cuddle?” Sanji drawled, speaking in that slow one-word mocking way that he does when he really wants to piss Zoro off.
“Why the fuck would I need a cuddle, dartbrow?” Zoro retorted, slamming a hand on the bench behind him so he could lean further away from Sanji. The cook must have gone mad, or this was some insane imposter that clearly hadn’t done his research on the swirly browed idiot.
“You’ve been hiding away the last few days up here, you barely do more than grunt at meals, and you flinched at the one bit of human contact you’ve felt in probably days.”
“So?” Zoro grumbled, turning to look at the interesting pattern of wooden planks making up the floor of the crow’s nest. What was the dumb cook's point? Zoro didn’t need to be the life of the party, he was the grump that worked out and napped, and he liked it that way.
“So? You seem touch starved.” Sanji shrugged, speaking kindly now as he studied the side of Zoro’s face.
The cook was surprised he hadn’t bolted for the door yet. But then he noticed, that despite trying to create distance between their torsos, Zoro hadn’t pulled away from where their legs were still pressed tightly together. Maybe Sanji was on to something.
“Touch starved?” Zoro turned his head slowly, his gaze warily meeting Sanji’s as the cook continued to smile at him. It was unnerving.
“Yeah, it’s when you don’t get enough human interaction, mostly physical interaction. It can make your skin crawl, lower your mood, affect your sleep, make working out less effective...”
“That last ones not true!”
“Yes, it is!” Sanji insisted, although it was a bit of a stretch to phrase it like that, but he could see from the frown growing on Zoro’s face that he was right to say it. If Zoro thought it was going to affect his training, he’d take it more seriously. Then he might let Sanji help...
Not that Sanji wanted to cuddle the brute! He just...he knew what it was like, to suffer from it. He also knew that Zoro wouldn’t ask for help with it in a million years, he clearly didn’t even understand it. Sanji would rather have the Swordsman back in full health than waste another second worrying about him. He had better things to be doing.
“Fine.” Zoro grunted, his ears now tinged red as he stubbornly avoided Sanji’s eye. “How do I fix it?”
“You don’t.” Sanji enjoyed the look of confusion on the idiot’s face far too much. “You can’t fix it by yourself. Like I said, you need human interaction.”
He gave Zoro’s shoulders a squeeze with his arm to emphasize his point. It earned another squeak from Zoro, followed by a withering glare that he shot the Cook, daring him to mock him. Sanji just smiled wider at the humiliation burning through Zoro’s expression. Sanji was still being nice! He was just going to make sure to enjoy himself at the same time.
“Fine.” Zoro relaxed by a fraction after almost a full minute of silence. He leaned against the back of the bench, now crossing his arms over his chest and stubbornly looking over his opposite shoulder. He was still almost as rigid as a board and Sanji couldn’t help but roll his eyes, and Zoro says he’s the dramatic one.
“It doesn’t work if you sit there like a statue.” Sanji huffed, his breath ruffling some of Zoro’s spikes.
“Shut up.” Zoro mumbled, uncrossing his arms in an attempt to relax. His arms felt too long and awkward as they fell into his lap, his hands curling into loose fists. He couldn’t help it. What did Sanji expect? They were rivals, assholes to each other that only touched to smack each other around. This felt surreal and uncomfortable, even with the obvious warm effect it was having on Zoro. It did feel nice to be held, although he’d rather eat one of his swords than admit that, especially to the cook. But Zoro still couldn’t work out why the cook was acting like this. That, above anything else, was what was really making him uneasy.
“Why are you even doing this?” Zoro snarled, glaring at Sanji from the corner of his eye.
“What? I can’t help out a crewmate?” Sanji grinned, biting his tongue to stop himself from laughing at Zoro’s distrusting grimace.
“Not when it’s me.” Zoro scoffed, hunching more in on himself as he spoke.
“Aw, insecure, Marimo?” Sanji barely managed to avoid the sharp elbow Zoro sent towards his side, chuckling as he had to duck a smack to the head.
“That’s it, tire yourself out.”
That comment earned a roar of indignation and now Sanji had to bring up a leg to block Zoro’s next wild punch. He somehow managed to keep his arm around the brute the whole time, laughing as they tugged each other back and forth. Eventually, Zoro started to grin too, finally relaxing at the normalcy of the scene.
After a particularly hard shove, Sanji realised Zoro was about to go sailing onto his back so, without thinking, his arm slipped from Zoro’s shoulder and caught his waist, drawing the Swordsman closer. Sanji might have taken a moment to feel embarrassed by the much more intimate pose he’d dragged them into, if he wasn’t immediately captivated by an honest to God squeal leaving the Mosshead’s lips.
Zoro’s one eye widened as his face flushed a new shade of red, the colour travelling down the back of his neck and once again tinting his ears. Of course, how could Sanji forget the demon of the east blue’s biggest weakness.
“Cook-” Is the only threat Zoro gets out before Sanji uses his position to goose the Swordsman side again.
Zoro whined as his torso bucked, a hand shooting up to Sanji’s chest to try shove him away. All Sanji could do was laugh as he dug his fingers further into toned muscle as Zoro’s pained sounds started to sound suspiciously like giggles.
“Kn-Knock it off.” Zoro yelled, trying to twist away as Sanji followed him down the bench.
The insistent fingers were carving into Zoro’s skin as the nerves in his sides lit up. His stomach ached as he frantically struggled to breathe. A foreign warmth washed over him as his coiled muscles unwound and became like jelly as his body spasmed with laughter. His battle against the Cook became a losing one as Zoro was also attempting to twist his face away from Sanji’s gaze, trying to muffle his laughter against his own shoulder as the lovecook persisted like the asshole he was.
“What’s wrong, Marimo? Can’t handle a bit of tickling? I’m just trying to give you some of the human touch you’ve been craving.” Sanji cackled, starting to struggle to hold Zoro still with his one arm.
“Fuck off, you- you ah-ahass.” Zoro growled, as he felt Sanji’s other arm wrap around his waist, deft fingers drilling into the soft flesh just beneath his abs.
“Nah, an ass would do this.” Zoro wheezed as Sanji’s hand caressed across his abdomen, a cheeky finger slipping into his bellybutton. It was an unbearable sensation that ripped a snort from Zoro that left any dignity he had, in tatters. The giggles that followed were like music to Sanji’s ears. It felt strangely nostalgic, hearing the Swordsman let go like this, to laugh this freely. So, Sanji continued to trace ticklish trails along Zoro’s stomach, squeezing and fluttering without any pattern.
Zoro started to howl with laughter as he banged his head back, knocking himself against Sanji’s chest as the Cook drew him in tighter, his own chuckles tickling the back of Zoro’s neck. It took Sanji another minute of listening to Zoro’s erratic laughter to notice that Zoro wasn’t even fighting that hard against him anymore.
“You-ahaha are-ahHH the fu-fucking worah-ahah-st!” Zoro howled, not even trying to hide his face anymore as he lost the ability to even think about being embarrassed, too focused on the cook’s next move.
“Hmm, do you mean that Mossball? You don’t seem to be trying very hard to get away from me, or am I just that much stronger than you?”
Zoro hated how every smug word made the whole situation that much more electric and unbearable. He hated that he couldn’t breathe in deep enough to shoot back a retort, or that his brain was beginning to struggle at stringing a sentence together. But most of all, he hated that what Sanji was saying was true.
He could have flipped the blonde onto the ground by now or drove an elbow deep enough into Sanji’s gut to wind him. But instead, he let Sanji’s hands trail down to his hips, even though the area already stung with anticipation. The funk he’d been in the past week had been all consuming. Zoro wasn’t one to become unfocused, and this was the first time in a week that he wasn’t thinking about how shit a mood he was in.
“No! N-Not th-therahah-” That was all that Zoro could grit out as Sanji latched onto his hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over the hollows of the bones.
“Where? Here, Marimo?” Sanji was beaming from ear to ear now. He couldn’t quite believe that Zoro didn’t have a comeback for once, that he was begging. This was almost too good to be true.
Zoro shrieked as Sanji drilled in deep, his hands flying to Sanji’s as he tried to pry them off. It didn’t do much though and soon Zoro was silently wheezing, his head falling back and landing against Sanji’s shoulder as he screwed his eye tightly shut. He was overwhelmed from the sensation, his brain not registering anything but the currents lighting up his nerves and the panic flailing around his head.
Eventually, Sanji took pity and stopped. He snorted as Zoro twitched and gasped as Sanji’s hands moved innocently back to his sides. But this time, Sanji was kind and simply cupped his hands around Zoro’s sides, holding him against his chest.
Zoro had tried to kick his legs out at one point and now they were resting on the bench too, his body weight fully leaning against Sanji as his head slipped down to the cook’s collarbone. The swordsman didn’t dare open his eye, not ready to take in the insufferable expression on the cook’s face. This was a lot more comfortable than before, especially now that he was relaxed. Although he was still panting, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath. He was going to get Sanji back for this...as soon as his strength came back.
“See, this is how you cuddle.” Sanji grinned, slowly looping his arms more comfortably around Zoro’s mid-riff. The brute just grunted in response, stubbornly pouting as Sanji stared down at him.
“You’re a dick.” Zoro finished his insult by twisting his face into Sanjis arm. Sanji definitely did not find that cute.
“Mhm, you really want to insult me now?” Sanji harmlessly wiggled his fingers where they were tucked tightly against Zoro’s sides, just inches below his armpit. The grunt and panicked wiggle that followed sent Sanji into another wave of laughter, the sound coming loudly and genuinely from the bottom of his stomach.
“Stop, you idiot. I’m not going to torture you anymore.” Sanji hummed, leaning himself against the back of the bench as he moved one of the arms holding Zoro to loop over the Swordsman’s shoulder, his hand finding a way to Zoro’s hair.
“You’re a sadist.” Zoro grumbled into Sanji’s suit, earning an eye roll from the cook.
“You need a nap, grumpy.”
“I’m sick of you.”
“Does someone need a lullaby, or a bedtime story?”
“I’m going to cut you into the tiniest little ribbons, Ero-Cook.”
“Sure Marimo, I’m sure. Now, do what you do best you lazy piece of shit and take a nap.”
Zoro didn’t respond again. Just mumbled something that Sanji could only feel against his arm, rather than hear. After a few moments of raking his fingers rhythmically through Zoro’s spikes, the Swordsman seemed to nod off. His chest rose and dropped in a slow steady beat and after a while gentle snores filled the room. A much softer sound than the cacophony of the rest of the boy’s bunk occupants.
He was convinced that Zoro had fallen into a deep sleep as the sun slowly set over the horizon. Sanji’s chest tightened as he realised it’d been way over an hour and he needed to go plate up dinner before Luffy got to the galley. But Zoro looked so peaceful, so young, Sanji wanted to savour this before they went back to their usual brutal charade. As he carefully slid Zoro down to the bench and got himself to his feet, Zoro took in a sharp breath. He didn’t open his eye, or twist his body to face Sanji, but quietly over the distant lapping of the sea, he muttered-
“Thanks, Cook.”
Sanji felt his chest tighten again, this time for a much a different reason. He didn’t want to think too hard about the butterflies battling in his stomach as he took a step away.
“Anytime, Marimo.”
As Sanji shut the hatch to the crows nest, he had to admit, he really hoped there would be a next time.
October's on it's way and it's time to start prepping those fanfics and artwork!
As always – this challenge is just for fun! There is no pressure to complete every prompt, just do what you want/what you can. Jump around the list, pick and choose, combine, and interpret the prompts however you like. Just enjoy yourself! Don’t burn out trying to do it all!!
I've continued with the daily and weekly formats for prompt lists this year. The groupings of prompt in the daily prompt list correlate directly with the extended prompts in the weekly prompt list. Both Week 1 and Week 5 are not full weeks based on how the calendar was set, but the rest constitute a full 7 days.
Whether you choose to use one of these lists or both, mix-and-match with another list, use another list entirely, or forgo all lists and make up your own ideas -- it's all up to you!!
As always, I’ll be eager to see all the works created with these prompts under the tag #augtickletober2025!
I'm planning to do TickleTober this year! If you have any requests for certain characters/pairings on specific days, feel free to send them in! You can find fandoms and request rules in my pinned post!
Summary: After Nagi walks in on Isagi tickling Chigiri, he finds himself with a strange desire to do the same
Word Count: 1,503
Nagi ambled down the hallway, narrowly avoiding a wall as he refused to take his eyes off his phone. It was more entertaining than anything else he’d see walking around here. It would be easier if Reo was here to carry him, he remarked dully then quickly forced the thought away with more effort than he liked. He tried not to think about Reo much after their last match. But refocusing on his screen took his mind off of it, bolstering his mood as his heart thumped with a vague excitement.
He entered their team room, eager to show Chigiri the latest funny video he found when he saw something even more amusing.
Isagi was tickling Chigiri.
More accurately, he was destroying him. Chigiri was clinging to Isagi's shirt, burying his face into his shoulder and laughing hysterically as Isagi dug into his ribs. Neither of them seemed to notice his appearance.
"Isahahagi! Nohohoho!"
"Is it really that bad? How about… here?" He moved his hands, squeezing Chigiri's knees and sounding far too pleased with himself.
Chigiri screeched. Loud, uncontrollable laughter burst from him as he squirmed wildly. It was completely unrestrained, unlike anything he was used to seeing from his friend. He found it oddly endearing and surprisingly cute.
They must have said something else to each other that he was too distracted to hear, because the tickling suddenly stopped, and a relieved Chigiri slumped into Isagi's arms, still giggling.
“Youhu je—” Chigiri cut himself off, finally noticing Nagi who was still standing in the doorway.
A wide, wobbly smile was still plastered on his face, cheeks flushed pink. His tousled hair fell in messy waves around him, somewhat sticking to his sweaty skin. His bright eyes sparkled with an unspoken joy despite their surprised, wide-eyed transformation as they fell upon Nagi, who felt an odd warmth in his chest.
Isagi turned his head, also noticing Nagi and laughing awkwardly as Chigiri buried his face into Isagi’s chest with a miserable groan.
“Uh, hey Nagi,” Isagi smiled at him, patting Chigiri’s back.
“Hey,” He said after a long pause, still unable to tear his eyes away from Chigiri while he approached them. Plopping himself down with them on the bed, he quickly logged into his phone and held it out to a flustered Chigiri and curious Isagi to show them the video he found. “Watch this.”
Much to Chigiri’s relief, he didn’t bring up the tickling, and he slowly relaxed as they continued scrolling through other funny videos and memes. It continued until Barou stormed into the room, complaining and fussing about another nonexistent mess. Isagi pretended to sleep, while Chigiri watched Barou and Nagi argue, wondering why he felt a pang of disappointment.
—
Nagi liked Chigiri.
They’d become fast friends since he had joined their team, and Nagi enjoyed spending time with him the most. But recently, he’d become distracted whenever they spent time together.
Like when Chigiri smiled at him or laughed a little too hard at his jokes, so hard that he had to clutch Nagi’s shoulder so he didn’t fall over, when Chigiri asked him to help tie his hair, even though Nagi was awful at it, or when Chigiri told him about his injuries, and Nagi joined him for his post-training leg aftercare everyday afterwards—each time Nagi felt his heart beat faster, his body go uncomfortably warm, and his thoughts muddle.
He didn’t know why, and it was too much of a bother to think about too much. But for some reason, it had suddenly become worse. When he walked in on Isagi tickling Chigiri, saw him so happy and carefree, he realized he wanted to see him like that all the time.
It was too annoying, he’d decided one day when he was relaxing in their room, and he didn’t want it to be a problem anymore.
Abandoning the manga he was only half-reading on his phone, he looked around the room. It was only him and Chigiri; he figured Barou and Isagi were off training or doing whatever it was they did in their free time.
“Chigiri.”
“Hm?” He asked, not looking up from his book.
“You’re ticklish, right?”
His head jerked up, wide, bright eyes boring into Nagi. A light blush spread that Chigiri tried to hide, bringing the book up to partially hide his face. “What?”
Nagi smiled and sluggishly rose from his bed to join Chigiri on his. As he walked over, Chigiri hastily shoved a bookmark in between the pages and set it down, never taking his eyes off of Nagi.
“What are you doing?” Chigiri asked, scooting back and defensively pulling his knees up to his chest. Nagi didn’t miss how he’d backed himself into a corner or the excited sheen in his eye. He must have wanted it too.
“What a bother,” He sighed, grabbing Chigiri’s leg and pulling it towards him as he squeaked out protests, weakly swatting at Nagi’s hand.
“No, no, nohoho!”
“I’m not even tickling you yet.”
His reaction was undeniably cute and only spurred Nagi on. He paused for a moment after he’d managed to pry away Chigiri’s leg, watching as he giggled in anticipation, airy and light, while half-heartedly pleading and trying to wriggle his leg out of Nagi’s grasp. It was harder to think with the distraction, but finally Nagi remembered where Isagi had tickled Chigiri to get such a strong reaction.
“Was this it?” He murmured, using one hand to hold Chigiri’s leg and the other to squeeze his knee.
Shrieking, Chigiri burst into laughter, shaking his head and trying to tug his leg back as Nagi kept up his ticklish assault. “Nohoho! Nahahahat thehehere!”
That familiar warmth spread through him, his smile growing as he watched Chigiri, who was grinning from ear to ear, eyes squeezed shut and red-faced. Nagi paused, allowing Chigiri to catch his breath. His light giggles slowed to a stop, and he peeked an eye open at Nagi, hesitant.
“You’re really ticklish,” He observed, dragging his finger along the underside of his kneecap.
“Thehen stohohop tihicklihing me thehere!”
Quiet, breathy giggles poured from him, and the gentle tickling seemed to be more tolerable; his squirming lessened, and he gave up on trying to free his leg or shove Nagi away.
“Fine,” He sighed again, like he was the one who was put out. Experimentally, he dragged his fingers down Chigiri’s leg, making him titter. He did it slowly, carefully noting his reactions.
“I didn’t know someone could be ticklish here,” Nagi almost laughed as he scribbled his fingers against Chigiri’s calf while he squeaked and laughed.
“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” He cried, burying his face in his hands.
Nagi frowned, slightly shaking his leg. “Don’t do that.”
“I shohouhuld be sahahaying thahat to yohou!”
Chigiri didn’t budge, until Nagi dug into his armpits, producing a loud squeal and forcing him to shoot his arms back down, effectively trapping Nagi’s fingers.
“Good. Now I can see your pretty face.”
His blush darkened as he hesitantly squeaked out, “Prehehehetty?”
“Yeah, you’re pretty,” He spoke casually and took mercy on Chigiri, shifting to squeeze his sides instead.
It had to be the adrenaline rush, a strange giddiness running through him and his heart beat erratically in chest, that spurred him on, bunching his blankets in his fists to try and reclaim some control over his body as he asked, “Whahat, are yohohou gohonna cahahall me prihihincess tohoho now?”
“Princess?” He muttered, still pinching up and down Chigiri’s sides.
Oh, oh, hearing that did something alright. He leaned forward, burying his face in Nagi’s shoulder to hide his growing flush, releasing the bedsheets to wrap his arms around Nagi’s neck, squeezing his shirt instead.
“Yeah, princess sounds nice. But shouldn’t I be the only one calling you that?”
“Whahahat?”
Nagi stilled his hands, bringing them up to brush through Chigiri’s hair instead, trying to comb it back into place after their mini workout. Giggles tapering off into gasping breaths, he realized how flushed his skin was, how intimate their position was. Slowly, he pulled back, keeping his arms tight around Nagi’s neck while raising his head to meet the other boy’s gaze.
They stared at each other for a long moment, searching each other's faces. Nagi's eyes remained locked on Chigiri’s, whose flitted across his face as if taking in his features for the first time. Chigiri broke their standoff first, unable to stop himself from leaning forward and pecking Nagi’s cheek.
He blinked, seeming startled, but a lazy smile spread across his face. He wrapped his arms around Chigiri’s waist, easing him into a hug.
“I like you,” Nagi said, finally, after their embrace lasted a beat too long.
“I… I like you,” Chigiri whispered back.
“Huh,” he laughed, breathlessly. “What a hassle… You know you are, right?”
“Like you’re any better.”
Yeah, this whole thing was a hassle for both of them. But for once, Nagi thought he might not mind the work, not if it was for Chigiri.
Summary: Viktor isn't getting enough sleep while he works on a project with Vulcan. The engineer isn't having it.
A/N: I really love the dynamic of Viktor and Vulcan as the science/techy guys in Company Eight, and I'd wanted to write a fic featuring them for a while. Finally got around to it this year! Enjoy!
Word Count: 3226
Warning: Slight hurt/comfort, some angst
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“Morning, Vik,” Vulcan greeted as he entered the laboratory they’d been sharing as of late.
Viktor swung around in his swivel chair with a smile. “Good morning, Vulcan. You’re actually on time.”
“I’m not that much of a night owl,” the engineer retorted playfully, stifling a yawn. “So, about those ideas you had last evening—”
“Oh, I’ve already gotten a bit of a head start on implementing them,” Viktor replied, heading to the work table across the room, where their combined invention lay. The scientist picked it up – it was about the size and shape of a watch, but with a bit more heft to it – and flipped it over to point at the new additions he’d made to the underside. “See here, this is the sparker we discussed. All they’d have to do is tap the top of their wrist and the spark will shoot out—”
“Uh…Viktor?”
“—so it can start a fire that they can then control. I’ll have to do some more fine tuning, of course, not to mention having Maki and Lieutenant Hinawa test it out—”
“Yo, Viktor.” Vulcan put a hand on his arm to stop his rambling and turned the scientist around to face him, large brown owl eyes staring up at him. “Did you…get any sleep last night? This part of the project was supposed to take hours. That’s why we saved it for today.”
Viktor blinked, then let a sheepish smile onto his features. “Oh. Uh…I slept. I definitely slept…for a little bit.”
“How long is a ‘little bit’?”
The other man glanced away – an obvious tell. Vulcan groaned.
“Not again, Viktor.”
“I’m a scientist!” Viktor replied, shuffling over to his desk to pick up his long-overused and chipped mug. “I live off of caffeine, what can I say? It’s all good – I’m confident in the work I did overnight, but you can always double-check me—”
“Vik, you’ve got to stop doing this to yourself.” Vulcan moved over to him and waited until their eyes met to continue. “This is why you had me join on this project – because it needs an engineer’s handiwork, and because you never sleep when you’re working alone. It’s not healthy.”
“I’m fine—”
“Let me finish.” Vulcan tweaked his ribs just enough to shut him up, barely aware of the giggle-snort that slipped out of his friend at the contact before he plowed on, “If you’re really going to be this bad about sticking to our agreement, then we’re going to have to take shifts instead, and I think we’d both much rather work with each other than leave each other alone with this thing until it’s done. Right?”
It was at this point that the engineer registered his companion’s wide-eyed stare and the faint pink on his cheeks, the way he still had his arm jammed down protectively over his ribs where he’d just been touched.
Vulcan hesitated. “Uh…sorry, Vik. I didn’t mean—”
“Fine! It’s fine, I’m not – it’s fine.” Viktor’s words were rushed, and the way he sidestepped his friend to inch toward the door only made the pink-haired man worry. “You’re right, of course. I probably should get some shuteye before I work on this thing any more – you can take it from here, I’m sure you’ve got it well in hand.”
“Viktor, are you okay? I didn’t mean to freak you out.”
The scientist was hovering at the door now, looking both like he wanted to stay put and like he didn’t want to be anywhere near the engineer. “You didn’t. I’m good, I’ll just…yeah.”
Then he was gone.
Vulcan blinked after him, his mind replaying the rib-tweak for anything weird. Sure, Viktor had reacted, but the engineer hadn’t thought it would hurt him…
That giggle. That snort that Viktor had let out at the tiniest contact.
Vulcan was suddenly grinning. So that’s how it was, huh?
~
For a few days after that, Viktor seemed jumpy around Vulcan, but the engineer pretended not to notice and to continue on their work together without making a move to touch him again, and gradually the scientist began to relax. By the next week, it was like it had never happened.
He had also gotten better about sleeping like he was supposed to so they could continue the project together…for about six days. Then he began to lapse, and when Vulcan walked into the lab one Monday morning to find Viktor already there with his mug steaming on his desk, two empty creamer packets strewn nearby, he knew he’d have to get after him again.
But this time, he approached it differently.
“Morning,” he said as he strode inside.
“Good morning,” Viktor replied, fingers flying across the keyboard, not glancing at him at all.
Vulcan did his best to sound casual as he asked, “Been up long?”
“A bit,” the scientist replied. The engineer’s eyes flicked to the creamer packets and bit back a snort. This was easily his second mug, if not third or fourth.
“So…all night,” he said.
Finally Viktor stopped typing and glanced at the evidence as well, realizing he had given himself away by not discarding them before Vulcan’s arrival.
“Viktor…”
“I know, I know.” The scientist sighed heavily, flopping back against his chair dejectedly. “I’m doing it again.”
A part of Vulcan knew his friend wasn’t entirely doing this on purpose, so he gentled his tone as he asked, “What can I do to help you with this? Is there something we can adjust in our approach to this project so you’re not so wired all the time?”
“I don’t know,” Viktor groaned, running both hands through his hair in agitation. “My brain just…never shuts off. I’m always thinking about everything, and when I get an idea I just have to start working on it; it’s like I’ll lose it if I don’t.”
Vulcan was quiet for a long moment. He knew what he’d intended to do from the moment he saw the other man sitting here with that mug, but at this point he wasn’t sure it would help in the way he wanted it to. Still, a plan was a plan.
“Listen, Vik.” He thanked his lucky stars that the scientist’s chair had no arms as he reached his own around to trap him against the back of it in a bear hug, fingers wiggling into his ribs without warning. “We gotta do something about this.”
As predicted, Viktor spasmed and let out a surprised shriek, a few snorting cackles escaping his lips before he thought to try and cover up, one hand over his mouth to muffle his giggles and the other clawing desperately at Vulcan’s arms around his chest. “No, nohohohoho, wahahahait—!”
“Last time all I did was poke you and you fell in line. Not that that’s what I was going for, but hey, if it ain’t broke, right?”
“Plehehehehease, don’t – AIIIEEE!!” Viktor tried to arch his back, and failing that brought his leg up to kick the air, catching his foot on the underside of his desk, making the whole thing shake. It was a miracle the coffee didn’t spill. “Owww! Dohohohohon’t tihihihihihickle me! Not thehehehehehere, please! Vulcahahahahan, stohohohohohop!”
The engineer smirked as he pressed tiny circles into Viktor’s middle ribs, a simple move that seemed to drive the other man up the wall, snorting laughter and squeaks and wheezes spilling out of him like a fountain of mirth.
“Heh, pretty ticklish, huh?” Vulcan teased gently, feeling victorious when the brunette finally brought his other hand down to try and push him away with all his sapped strength, laughter building into a crescendo the more he focused on that tiny spot on either side of his ribcage.
“Plehehehehehehease! Stohohohohohoooooop!” Viktor snorted again, the tips of his ears turning pink with embarrassment as he struggled and laughed. “Vuhuhuhuhuhuhulcan! Plehehehehease, you win! You wihihihihihihihin!”
At last the engineer let up, rubbing the scientist’s shoulders as he hunched over and giggled out some leftovers, gasping for breath. “There, doesn’t that feel better?”
Viktor groaned, taking a few moments before glancing up at his companion with a halfhearted glare. “You’re a menace.”
“Seriously, though…this late-night stuff has got to stop. You’ll make yourself sick, and then where would Company Eight be?”
“Tickling me isn’t going to solve the problem,” the scientist grumbled, getting to his feet and grabbing his mug.
“I know that, but it’s fun. I couldn’t help it.” Vulcan grinned, but his smile wavered when the scientist was quiet, moving to the sink to dump his freshly-poured coffee down the drain. He rinsed the drinkware, put in in the strainer, and started to move to the door. At that point, the engineer intercepted him. “Whoa, whoa, wait a minute. What’s up, Vik? This is the second time you’ve gone all quiet after I’ve…”
Viktor didn’t say anything for a moment, just keeping his gaze averted.
Vulcan felt awful. “Shit, I’m sorry…I just now realized I should have made sure it was okay…”
“It’s fine,” the scientist said quietly.
“It’s obviously not—”
“It is.” Viktor finally lifted his eyes to meet Vulcan’s. He sighed. “I’m just…so tired. I didn’t realize. Plus my laugh is stupid, so I’m embarrassed about that, too.”
Vulcan felt the words like a punch to the gut. “Hold on – stupid? Your laugh isn’t stupid! Where the hell did you get that from?”
“I know how it sounds.”
“But it’s just your natural reaction, isn’t it? You can’t beat yourself up over that.”
Viktor’s eyes widened a fraction. For a moment they just stood there, silently staring at each other. Then the scientist glanced away and gave a tiny smile. “You’re not the first person to say that to me. So I guess it could be true.”
Vulcan offered a smile of his own. “I thought it was fun. The way you were kicking and screaming was fun, too—”
“I was hardly screaming,” Viktor retorted, but he seemed more at ease as he brushed past his friend. “Let’s get back to this later, maybe? I want to lie down.”
Still mildly concerned but mostly relieved, Vulcan nodded. “Good call. I’ll tell the captain we’re taking the day off.”
~
Viktor was much better about getting to sleep consistently every night after that. He was never in the lab for more than an hour earlier that Vulcan in the mornings, which was a marked improvement over the 3 AM start times he’d been averaging before that. Part of the engineer suspected his friend was mostly doing it to avoid another tickle attack, and he felt mixed emotions on that front, but whatever was keeping him motivated was working, so he didn’t want to rock the boat too much.
Still, he was hesitant to do it again.
~
Nearly a month later and after their invention was in its final stages, Vulcan decided Viktor was good to handle most of the rest on his own, so he went back to a different task he’d been working on before then – fixing up the Matchbox. The poor thing had been through a lot lately with the uprising of the White Clad and the climbing number of Infernals they had to put to rest; it was beyond time for a tune-up.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been under the car when he heard the door to the garage open, but he called out, “Yo, whoever just walked in – grab my wrench for me, would you? It’s just out of my reach on my left.”
There was no verbal reply, but footsteps treaded around to where he lay with just his legs poking out from under the Matchbox. A moment later a clattering sound was heard, and Vulcan glanced down to see the wrench was now within his reach. Whoever had walked in wore brown shoes. So, it didn’t narrow things down much. The only thing he knew for sure at this point was it wasn’t Shinra – the kid almost never wore shoes, for obvious reasons.
“You just gonna stand there like a phantom or do I get to know who’s joined me?”
After a moment, Viktor said, “It’s done.”
“The Sparker? Really?” They’d decided to call it a Sparker because it was designed to spark and create a small flame on command that second-gens could wear in combat to be even more powerful and not have to rely on others to start fires for them to control. “That was quick.”
“Well…I am used to working alone.”
“Guess you’re finally glad to be rid of me then, huh?” Vulcan teased good-naturedly.
There was silence again for a minute. Then the scientist cleared his throat and asked, “Have you been in here since you left the lab?”
“Yeah.”
“You know that was ten hours ago?”
Vulcan had not known that. “Oh, shit, seriously?” At that moment, his stomach growled. He hadn’t even realized he was so hungry. “Damn. I’d better wrap up, then.”
Viktor’s voice was more lighthearted now, which put the engineer at ease. “How do you work up the nerve to get after me for pulling long hours when you’re in here doing the exact same thing?”
“I guess you got me there. To be fair, Lisa usually drags me out of here at dinnertime, but she’s, uh…”
“Yeah.” Their resident former White Clad still had bad days sometimes. “How long until you finish?”
“Should only take a few more minutes. I’m basically done, anyway. I’ll have to do final touches on it tomorrow morning is all.”
“I can wait. I haven’t eaten either, so we can raid the kitchen together. Lieutenant Hinawa would be scary to face alone.”
Vulcan chuckled, then fell silent as he got back to work.
Exactly five minutes later, he suddenly felt a strong tingling sensation in his hips that forced a laugh out of him, followed by a swift kick that only caught air. He dropped his tool and tried to slide out from under the Matchbox with the pallet, but Viktor – because obviously it was Viktor – had knelt in front of it so it couldn’t move anywhere but further under the car.
“Hey!” he yelped, unable to even bring his arms down to protect himself like this without hurting either himself or his work. “Lihihihihihicht, you sneheheheheaky son of a gun!”
“It seemed only fair,” his friend replied with a light tilt to his voice that was rare to hear from him. “You did this to me when I had been sitting in the lab for seven hours before you got there.”
“Seheheheheheheven?!”
“…oops.”
“Ehehehehehahahahahahaha! Shit, stohohohohohohop!” Vulcan cried, the light tracing along his hips switching to digging that had him physically fighting himself to keep from twisting something to escape. “Lihihihihihihihict!”
“Interesting that you call me by my surname in this situation. Is it because you’re frustrated?”
Vulcan kicked empty air again. “It’s behehehehecause I’m tihihihihihihicklish, you ahahahahahass! And I’m stuhuhuhuhuhuhuck down hehehehehehere! Lemme gohohohohoho!”
“Such language. I wonder why tickling brings that out of you?”
“It’s my nahahahahahatural reahahahahaction! Just lihihihihike your snohohohohorts and stuhuhuhuhuhuff!”
Viktor faltered in his attack, and it was just enough that Vulcan plowed his way out from under the Matchbox, barely catching sight of the scientist’s lab coat as he hauled ass around the front of the car toward the garage door. “Licht!” he yelled, pleasantly surprised to hear his friend let out a panicked shriek followed by a slew of unstoppable, giddy giggles.
Oh? Oh. Oh, it was on.
By the time Vulcan caught up to Viktor – back in the lab, obviously, the place he felt safest – the scientist had set a perfect trap for him that he fell into easily. He tripped on his way over the threshold and sprawled face-first on the ground, still greasy and sweaty and shirtless from his time under the Matchbox.
Then Viktor was on his back, scribbling and tickling up and down his ribs and sides and shoulders, making Vulcan squeal and giggle into the floor.
“Ehehehehehehehe! You ahahahahahahasshole! Stohohohohohohohop it, it tihihihihihihickles!”
“I believe that’s the point,” Viktor replied, sounding breathless and high on adrenaline, and when Vulcan twisted his head to look at him he saw an eager smile on his face to match.
“Juhuhuhuhuhust wait till I gehehehehehet out of this—!” Vulcan brought his arms under him as though he were about to do a push-up, but at that moment his friend darted his fingers into his open armpits, making him fall back down again and screech with laughter. “Shihihihihihihihihit!”
“Interesting,” Viktor mused. “Is this your worst spot? I got the sense it was here…” He trailed his fingers down to squeeze the pink-haired man’s hips.
That was a mistake.
Vulcan shrieked out a laugh and bucked on pure instinct. Poor Viktor, who had no sense of balance on a good day, was easily thrown off like a cowboy from a bucking bronco. The engineer shot up to his hands and knees and whirled, grinning wickedly. Viktor was already giggling, eyes wide and hands raised in hopeless defense.
“W-Wait, wait—!” he tried, but Vulcan had strength and speed to spare, and he was on his friend in seconds, snatching up his wrists and shoving them above his head, wiggling teasing fingers with his free hand just above his ribs. Viktor shrieked and squirmed, but he wasn’t going anywhere now. “Ehehehehe, wahahahahait!”
“Wait for what? You started it, Licht,” Vulcan teased.
Viktor let out a scream as the engineer’s fingers plunged into his ribs, quickly and easily finding that spot that had worked so well last time. The poor man cackled and snorted and rolled back and forth on the ground uselessly, his face lit up with laughter that seemed much more genuine this time than it had the first time around.
“How’s it feel, Vik? Having fun yet?”
Viktor arched his back and wheezed when Vulcan dug mercilessly into that special spot, barely managing to gasp out, “Dohohohohohoes this mehehehehehean you’ll stohohohohohohop being weheheheheird around mehehehehehe now?”
Vulcan paused, frowning in confusion. “Being weird? I got the feeling I’d made you uncomfortable, so I was just trying to be careful…”
“Y-You stopped being yourself…after I told you I thought my laugh was stupid.” Viktor’s ticklish smile faded a bit as he recalled their last couple of weeks together. “I thought you didn’t want to hear it anymore.”
The engineer stared at him. “Are you serious? You must have missed the part where I told you I’d thought it was fun.”
“But then…why didn’t you…?” Viktor suddenly clamped his mouth shut, as if he’d said too much. His cheeks turned that same shade of pink as before.
Vulcan’s grin was back in an instant. “Vik…were you hoping I’d tickle you again?”
Viktor squeaked, tugging at his trapped arms even as a wobbly smile appeared on his face. “N-No…of course not! Why would I?”
“You liar,” Vulcan laughed, immediately launching back into his earlier assault, beyond pleased to hear Viktor’s initial screech cut short by a snort and even more helpless giggling as he writhed on the ground beneath him. “If you’d wanted me to tickle you again, all you had to do was ask, silly!”
After that, Viktor laughed more freely than Vulcan had ever heard before.
And he swore he’d hear it again and again and again.
Summary: With a teasing offer too good to pass up, Gale, desperate for some stress relief, summons his courage and asks Astarion to tickle him.
Word Count: 2,422
I'm not very far into it (even though I've gotten major spoilers from the internet and my family 😭), but I'm absolutely in love with this game! The characters are all so fun, and I had a blast writing for them. I'm working on lee/ler headcanons for all of the companions next, and I'll hopefully be posting that soon! Hope you enjoy! 🩷
"My dear, could we speak privately for a moment?"
"Hm? What's this about, darling?" Astarion glanced up from his book, a frown flitting over his face as he took in the tension in Gale's shoulders, his hands awkwardly fidgeting at his side.
"We can talk in my tent. There is… something I'd like us to try, if you'd allow it."
Something like dread settled in the pit of his stomach. Gale wanted them to be alone. Was this what he thought it was about?
They'd spoken about his… desire to take their relationship slowly, to be intimate together without the physicality that sickened him. Gale had seemed fine with it, been plenty supportive. Enthusiastic, really. He was so careful, always checking in, always trying so hard for Astarion.
He supposed it was only natural for him to tire of it. Which conversation would it be then, he wondered as he stood, taking his careful time in tucking a ribbon in between his pages and setting the book beside the fire before walking towards his tent with slow and steady steps; would Gale say that it'd been long enough and demand they have sex again, or would he simply break it off with Astarion entirely?
Gale's smile did little to ease his nerves. It was tight, strained at the edges, and his eyes flitted around between the useless knick-knacks he'd collected and strewn throughout his tent, refusing to meet Astarion's own gaze.
"I must say, I have a bit of an odd request. You don't have to agree, of course—I wouldn't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with—but quite frankly, I've been wanting this for quite awhile and thought it wouldn't hurt to ask—"
"What is it?" Astarion cut him off, an edge to his voice as he crossed his arms.
He ducked his head, looking bashful as he gestured to the two rickety chairs he'd managed to scavenge during their travels. They sat, and when the lingering silence grew too uncomfortable, Gale finally spoke up with a heavy sigh.
"I don't know if you recall—I'm sure you don't—but in one of our conversations about Tara, it was… you said something, surely it was a jest, but I was hoping to take you up on the offer of a—a tummy tickle."
"Is that a euphemism?"
"No, no! I assure you, I meant nothing uncouth! I only thought that it may be nice to unwind a bit and… share a laugh together."
Astarion stared at him for a moment until his words sank in, and he laughed, disbelief and relief mixing together and bubbling into an oddly euphoric feeling.
"I'm sorry. You can forget I even asked that. It was a silly idea," he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck with a flush.
Humming softly, he reached out, cupping one of Gale's cheeks and stroking it softly with his thumb. "Maybe, darling, but a bit of childish exuberance never hurt anybody, hm?"
Gale finally met his eyes, nerves seeming to settle slightly as Astarion leaned in, kissing his other cheek. "But please don't scare me like that again, my love. I worried it was about something far more serious. If it hadn't already, I'm sure my poor undead heart would've stopped beating."
"What was it you thought?"
"That you wanted something far more… intimate, shall we say. But it hardly matters now."
Sitting up straight, Gale frowned, taking Astarion's hand in his own and saying earnestly, "I meant what I said that night. Your comfort is more important to me than anything. Truly. I—I care for you deeply, and I would never want to force you. You deserve far more than that."
"What a romantic. And here I was, thinking I was the only smooth-talker," he laughed again, burying his face in Gale's shoulder to hide his swell of emotions. He still couldn't quite believe his luck, ending up with someone as lovely and understanding as him.
"I meant every word," he said, running his hand through Astarion's hair, "I always will."
"Well, I think that's enough sappiness for one night," he shifted, leaning upwards to brush his lips against Gale’s. "I believe there's more important things to focus on," he murmured, pressing their lips together.
Gale reacted immediately, enthusiastically returning the kiss. Slowly, Astarion reached out, wrapping his arms around his waist. After Gale relaxed into the touch, he lightly ran a finger along his abdomen, relishing in his surprised squeak as Gale shot back.
"Is there a problem, darling?"
"You quite surprised me. I… thought you were uninterested in, well, you know."
"That is what you wanted, no?"
"I…" his flush returned, and he nodded slowly, "Yes."
"I can't say I get the appeal. But I wouldn't mind messing around a bit, if you enjoy it."
"I do," he admitted, fidgeting with Astarion's hands, "it helps me destress. Whenever I was younger and frustrated with my studies, my mother would do it to relax me. I suppose I've always had an affinity for it."
"How adorable. Now why don't we see what sort of boyish giggles I can draw from you?" He teasingly ran his fingers up Gale's chest, smile turning wicked.
A nervous smile flitted over his face, "Yes. That'd be—yes. But may we make ourselves a bit more comfortable first?"
"Of course, darling. Wouldn't want to hurt your poor knees, now would we?"
"Being eternally young and all that, I suppose you wouldn't know the pain us old men go through."
Astarion laughed, settling down on Gale's bedroll and watching him stand from the chair with a sigh, stretching his back. "Mm, hardly seems like a fair trade. Maintaining my youthful appearance but never being able to see it."
"Rest assured, your beauty has by no means faded through the years."
"Yes, yes, go ahead and praise me more," he carefully arranged the abundance of blankets and pillows, trying to make it as comfortable as he could for Gale, who settled down beside him.
"You're perhaps the most stunning man I've laid my eyes on. Admittedly, I've been enamored by you since I first saw you. And my desire only grew each time we spoke."
"I am quite irresistible, aren't I?" He smiled, gently pushing Gale onto his back and brushing strands of hair out of his face.
"Indeed. I doubt anybody could resist your charms, you handsome incubus."
"How flattering. I wonder, do you think that means I'll take it easy on you?" He hummed, tugging at Gale's shirt, who obediently pulled it off, quickly folding it and setting it aside.
"What a good boy," he praised, circling a single finger around his belly button. "You must really want this, hm?"
"Gods," he inhaled sharply, "you're always such a tease."
"Are we going to act as if you don't enjoy it?"
Pointedly, Astarion stared at the orb in Gale's chest that glowed with excitement, then, using his blunt nail, began tracing random shapes into his stomach.
"I dohohon't know what you meahan," he huffed, squirming slightly under his light touch. His hands balled into fists, clutching the blankets below him as giggles slowly poured out.
"Then maybe we should get right to the main attraction."
He brought both of his hand downs, clawing at Gale's stomach in a way that made his back arch, surprised laughter bursting from him. His hands shot down to push away Astarion's before he stopped himself, instead bringing them up to cover his mouth.
"Come now, that's no fun. What's the point if I can't hear those sweet little noises?" One hand continued drilling into his stomach, while the other shot up and dug into his armpit, making Gale shoot it down with a gasped curse.
"Yohohou're awahaful!"
"But you love it, darling," he laughed but slowed his attack, firmly rubbing his stomach to dissuade the ticklish sensations.
Even still, it seemed too much for Gale, who continued giggling and shot him a questioning look.
"Was that alright, or did you want something lighter, love?"
"Ah," his blush returned, and Astarion could feel his blood pumping faster, "it—it seems awfully mean to make me choose."
"I did mean it when I said I wanted you to enjoy yourself. And I've certainly never had experience… pleasuring someone in this context. Besides," he paused, hooking a finger under Gale's chin, "it's adorable, seeing you so flustered."
"I… maybe something more gentle, then."
"Is there anything, say, off limits?"
He shook his head. As if there was anywhere he wouldn't crave Astarion's touch.
"And you'll tell me when you've had enough?"
"Yes, how about I say 'red' if I need you to stop?"
"Splendid. Let's get back to it, as soon as you ask me to tickle your little tummy until you're delirious with laughter."
"I already did, if I'm not mistaken. Otherwise, I don't see how exactly we'd end up in this position."
"Mhm, but I want you to do it nicely this time," he raised his hands mere centimeters above Gale's stomach, slowly wiggling his fingers. "You are a wizard; you should know the magic word."
"You're even more wicked than I thought," he gasped, trying not to squirm without even being tickled, but he couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away from Astarion's fingers.
"I don't mind the wait, but," he leaned his head down, whispering in his ear, "you should know the more impatient I get, the longer I'll have to have my way with you. I just can't wait to see you writhing beneath me, begging and screaming my name, utterly helpless."
"Gods, Astarion, please. Please just tickle me alreahahady."
He scribbled his hand across Gale's stomach before he had the chance to finish, slowly with just the tips of his nails. "Now that's what I want to hear. Try to keep quiet, unless you want the rest of our companions discovering just how vulnerable you are like this."
"Nahat a problehem! I alreheady soundprohohofed thehehe tehent!"
"Ha! You prepared for this? How precious. Now I suppose I don't have to hold myself back," he brought his other hand down, gently squeezing at his thighs.
"I wahahas hohoping you'd ahahagree!"
"And? Is this how you imagined it?"
He glanced at Gale's face, smirk growing at the sight of his flush, eyes squeezed shut and smile brighter than it'd been in quite some time. It was a welcome sight, considering how their journey had been as of late. Gale really did need something to relax, and Aatarion was, surprisingly, more than happy to see him like this.
It was an odd feeling, something like satisfaction bubbling his chest at not only getting to see his partner like this, but being the reason for it. Something about it made him feel slightly powerful, realizing that a few choice words and wriggling fingers were enough to reduce someone to this. How strange.
"Ihihit's behehetter!"
And he was so earnest about it. His joy was palpable, and Astarion couldn't resist leaning back down to pepper kisses on his face, targeting the corner of his mouth, his nose, the dimple in his cheek, anywhere he could reach.
Gale's arms wrapped around his neck, and Astarion eagerly kissed his lips, giggles still freely pouring out as Astarion brought his hands up to squeeze his sides.
"You're absolutely lovely like this," he breathed, "I think I could just eat you up."
"Thihis is whahat stihihirs your appehetite?"
"Just for a quick bite," he lowered himself, bringing his teeth to Gale's neck, nibbling but careful not to pierce the skin. He worried Gale may pass out if he tried drinking from him now.
He squealed, swatting at Astarion's shoulder as the bites proved far more ticklish than either of them expected, his laughter raising an octave.
"Alrihihight!" He cried, "I thihink thahat's enohohough!"
Immediately, Astarion stopped, pulling back to let Gale catch his breath. It took him a few moments, his hands rubbing his face as his laughter faded, and when he took them away, he was still staring at Astarion with the most blinding smile he'd ever seen, eyes looking lighter than they had in a long time.
"I trust you had your fun?"
"More than you could know. Thank you," he reached over and slipped his shirt back on.
"It was my pleasure. We should certainly do this again sometime."
"So you also… enjoyed yourself?"
"Seeing you like that? Of course, darling. But we can talk about it more tomorrow; you must be quite tired after all that."
"A bit. Will you spend the night?"
"You want me to stay for a cuddle?" He asked, already wrapping his arms around Gale's waist, resting his head on his chest.
They curled up together underneath the blankets, Gale toying with strands of Astarion's hair while he traced circles on his back.
"If I may… do you think you'd ever enjoy a… tummy rub yourself?" Gale asked after a few moments.
"What? Dreaming of tickling me now, darling?"
"Just a thought. I wouldn't want to pressure you into anything."
"I… would have to think on it. I've never actually been tickled before, or that I can remember, at least."
"I suppose it isn't surprising, but it seems a shame. I'd be quite gentle, if you were ever so inclined to take my offer."
"How insistent. Is everyone as fond of tickling as you are?"
"Ah, no. I believe I'm a bit of an anomaly in that regard, but I may be wrong. I've never spoken about it with another as candidly as I have with you."
"Then do you enjoy tickling others as much as you do being tickled?"
"I… yes, I'd say so."
"Well," Astarion untangled himself from Gale, laying beside him and crossing his arms behind his head. "We might as well try it."
Frowning, Gale looked deeply into his eyes, "Are you sure?"
"Why not? Who's to say I'll even be ticklish?" He shrugged his shoulders, "'Red' is still the word. And be a dear and stay away from my back."
"I wouldn't dream of it, my love," Gale smiled, pecking his lips.
Quite ticklish he was, much to Gale’s satisfaction and his own surprise. Almost unbearably so, but he couldn’t rightly complain seeing the smile on Gale’s face, brighter than his own. He supposed he’d adjust to his new sensitivity and have plenty more practice. A ‘tummy tickle,’ as it turned out, was a rather lovely way to spend the evening together, and he imagined they’d have many, many more evenings like this. Together.
I have a bad habit of starting stories, then forgetting about them and not coming back until months later to finish them. So, hopefully, this will give you a chance to see what I'm working on when I'm not posting and hold me more accountable, lol 😅. Let me know if there's anything you're looking forward to! If people are especially interested in a fic, then I'll focus on getting that one done first! 🩷
Baldur's Gate 3:
Lee/ler headcanons for the main six companions
Black Clover:
Lee/ler headcanons for the Black Bulls
Lee!Magna & ler!Luck
With his new tickle technique, Luck's easily able to coax Magna into a fight with a few pokes but feels as though he's missing something.
Or Luck in a ler mood but not knowing how to express it.
Lees/lers!Finral & Luck
Luck may not be the easiest to love, but Finral can't deny his growing fondness for his new squadmate as they bond through a series of nightly visits.
Blue Lock:
Lee!Kuon & ler!Bachira
Bachira has a tendency to sleep in, and things quickly take a tickly turn when Kuon tries to wake him up.
Lee!Chigiri/ler!Nagi (w/ minor ler!Isagi)
After Nagi walks in on Isagi tickling Chigiri, he finds himself with a strange desire to do the same.
Heartbreak High:
Lees/lers!Darren/Cash
Quinni lets it slip to Cash that Darren is ticklish, and he can't exactly waste taking advantage of that.
Mashle: Magic and Muscles:
Lee!Lance & ler!Dot
Everything has to be absolutely perfect for his little sister. So when Lance fails to bake her favorite dessert for the umpteenth time, he begrudgingly accepts Dot's help, not expecting things to take a ticklish twist.
My Hero Academia:
Lee!Todoroki/ler!Midoriya
Todoroki is still adjusting to his newfound relationship with Midoriya. Romance, affection, all of it is a foreign concept for him; luckily, his boyfriend is more than patient with him.
One Piece:
Lee!Sanji & ler!Luffy
Luffy gets impatient when he's hungry, and if Sanji won't make his food any faster, then Luffy needs another way to pass the time.
Lee!Luffy & lers!Nami & Zoro
The crew wonders about the properties of Luffy's rubber skin, leading to an interesting discovery.
Hey! I decided to add a request list in case anyone was wondering if their request has been accepted and so you can see what I'll be working on next! Don't be afraid to request characters/pairings that are already on here! Odds are if they're on here, then I love them and definitely will enjoy writing for them again! 🩷
Black Clover:
Fuegoleon headcanons
Lee!Fuegoleon
Lee!Yami and Ler!Julius
Cheer-up tickles when younger Yami is frustrated with his lack of progress and overworks himself
Blue Lock:
Lee!Bachira and Ler!Isagi
Demon Slayer:
Lee!Genya/Ler!Tanjiro
“Cuddles” Sequel
Lee!Genya and Ler!Gyomei, Sanemi, or Giyu
Jujutsu Kaisen:
Lee!Geto and Ler!Shoko
Mashle: Magic and Muscles:
Lee!Dot and Lers!Mash and Lance
Lee!Mash and Ler!Lance
My Hero Academia:
Lee!Fatgum (in skinny form) and Lers!Kirishima and Tamaki
Hihi! I decided to update my Fandom List to include some other shows I love and wanna write for and any new ones I've seen since last time! I'm sure there's shows I love that I forgot to put on here, so feel free to ask me about anything not on this list!
Emoji Guide:
🪷 = Lukewarm about it: I'll accept requests for it but will only write them if they interest me
🎀 = Super interested in it: I'll enjoy writing for it
💕 = Currently obsessing over it: I would love to write for it!
📺 = Seen some of the anime
✅️ = Finished/up to date with the anime
📖 = Read some of the manga
☑️ = Finished/up to date with the manga
🎮 = Played some of the game
Note for character/shipping restrictions: Italicized characters refers solely to romantic ships; I'll still write about the characters together but only with a platonic relationship.
🪷 Alice in Borderland ☑️
Faves: Chisiya, Kuina, Tatta, and Usagi
🎀 Baldur's Gate 3 🎮 (Finished Part 1)
Faves: The 6 main companions
Restrictions: Minthara and Halsin
💕 Black Clover ✅️📖 (Ch. 332)
Faves: Luck, Finral, Langris, and Noelle
Restrictions: Yuno x Asta
🎀 Bleach 📺 (Ep. 135)
Faves: Orihime, Uryu, Renji, and Yumichika
💕 Blue Lock 📺 (Finished S1)
Faves: Bachira, Nagi, and Reo
Restrictions: Sae Itoshi
🎀 Chainsaw Man ✅️
Restrictions: Anyone other than Denji, Power, Aki, or Himeno (only with Aki)
🎀 Delicious in Dungeon ✅️
Faves: Chilchuck, Marcille, Falin, and Kabru
💕 Demon Slayer ☑️
Faves: Muichiro, Genya, and Obamitsu
Restrictions: Any demons (except Nezuko) and Giyuu x Shinobu
🎀 Dr. Stone 📺 (Finished S3)
Faves: Senku, Gen, and Ukyo
🪷 Fire Force 📺 (Finished S1)
Faves: Arthur, Shinra, and Vulcan
🎀 Frierien: Beyond Journey's End ✅️
Faves: Fern, Stark, and Himmel
🎀 Gintama 📺 (Ep. 281)
Faves: Okita, Toshiro, Kyube, and Kagura
🎀 Haikyuu! 📺 (Finished S1)
Faves: Tsukishima, Yamaguichi, Oikawa, and Kenma
Restrictions: Hinata x Kageyama
🎀 Hell's Paradise ✅️
Faves: Toma, Chobe, and Gabimaru x Yui
💕 Hunter x Hunter ✅️
Faves: Gon, Killua, Leorio, and Kurapika
Restrictions: Hisoka and Illumi
🎀 Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure Parts 2-6 ✅️
Faves: Rohan, Narancia, and Anasui/Anastasia
Restrictions: Any antagonists
💕 Jujutsu Kaisen ✅️📖 (Ch. 173)
Faves: the Tokyo Trio (Yuji, Nobara, and Fushiguro), Satosugu, and Yuta
🎀 Mashle: Magic and Muscles ✅️
Faves: Mash, Lance, Finn, and Abyss
🎀 Mob Psycho 100 ☑️
Faves: Mob, Teru, and Ritsu
💕 My Hero Academia/Vigilantes ☑️
Faves: Bakugou, Todoroki, and Shinso
Restrictions: Endeavor, All Might, and Midoriya x Bakugo
💕 One Piece (Live Action) ✅️
Faves: Sanji!
Restrictions: Buggy, Shanks
🪷 One Punch Man ✅️📖 (Ch. 170)
Faves: Garou, Sonic, and King
🎀 Ouran High School Host Club ✅️
Faves: Tamaki, Kyoya, Hikaru, and Ritsu
🎀 Our Flag Means Death ✅️
Faves: Lucius, Ed, and Jim
🪷 Sk8 the Infinity ✅️
Fave: Miya
Restrictions: Adam
🎀 The Promised Neverland ☑️
Faves: Emma, Ray, Norman, and Yugo
Restrictions: Krone and any ships between the Grace Field children, but they can be shipped with other characters (ex. I won't write for Emma x Norman but Emma x Violet is fine)
💕 Tokyo Ghoul 📖 (Ch. 85)
Faves: Kaneki, Hide, Touka, and Nishiya
Restrictions: Anyone other than the Anteiku crew, Hide, or Banjou
I recently thought of Lee Bachira saying his abs are sore, secretly pleading for tickles from his boyfriend Isagi 🤗🤗
Have a fantastic day/night!
Congratulations for being my only entry for Happy Hour! And this idea was SO CUTE I just had to play it up a little! Enjoy! 💖
☕ Happy Hour is CLOSED! ☕
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“Ehehehehehehehe! Isagi, stahahahahahahap!” Bachira pleaded, curled into a fetal position on his bedroll, clutching his stomach as hysterical giggles overtook him.
Isagi couldn’t help but laugh, too, his boyfriend’s mirth contagious. “I’m nohohohohot even dohohohohoing anything!”
Moments before, they’d been tidying up their space, and Isagi – with his extremely limited knowledge of American sports – tried to make a nothing-but-net shot into the trash can nearby, shouting, “Kebron!”
And Bachira – who knew a little more than he did – collapsed to the floor in a fit of laughter that honestly made Isagi jealous he wasn’t tickling it out of him.
“My abs huhuhuhuhuhurt,” Bachira whined now, tears leaking from his face as he tried to catch his breath. “Kebron?!”
Isagi had to flop onto the bed beside him at this point, laughing along even though he wasn’t sure why. He had to have been close, right? That famous basketball player from America?
Bachira gasped for breath, cheeks red and laughter-induced tears streaming down his face. Isagi’s heart leapt at the sight, again jealous of himself for making him laugh so hard without even touching him.
Well…
“Quit laughing at me,” Isagi mock-whined, pushing him gently. “I was close!”
“Nohohohohoho you weheheheheheheren’t!” Bachira was sent into a new round of cackling, and that did it – Isagi had to do something.
In a flash he’d rolled over, straddling his boyfriend’s hips and vibrating his fingertips into his stomach. “You said your abs hurt? Let me help you with that!”
“GAH!! NOHOHOHOHO, ISAGIEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!” Bachira all but screamed, tossing his head back in helpless hysteria, legs kicking fruitlessly and arms coming down to protect himself. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T BREHEHEHEHEHEHEATHE!!”
“It’s your own fault for laughing so much!” Isagi shot back, grinning, though he did lighten his touch a bit, gently fluttering over his sides instead. “I’ll give you a thousand yen if you can actually tell me the name of the guy.”
Bachira took in a couple of huge gulps of air, barely able to get the words out as he snickered, “You cohohohohombined two nahahahahames! K-Kohohobe and Lebrohohohohon!”
Isagi was silent for a long moment.
Then he smirked and grabbed one of Bachira’s arms, pinning it down as he tickled mercilessly into his armpit. “Ohhh, you think you’re so much more clever than me, huh, bumblebee?”
And Bachira laughed until he was wheezing and gasping and begging his boyfriend for mercy.