Here you'll find all the information for our annual Squealing Santa event, where Magic Makers across the Tumblr Tickling community create a gift for their secret match for the end-of-year holiday season!
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The blog was created by the wonderful @hypahticklish, who hosted for an incredible 3 years in a row and did an amazing job each and every time.
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This year's (2024) event is being run by @cantsaythetword
"Hey! I'm Crow ( @cantsaythetword ) and I'm super excited to host Squealing Santa again this year! I've participated in 5 SS events previously, and this is my second year hosting!"
Finally, here's a list of any helpful links we've created over the years.
After careful deliberation, I've decided I'm handing over the torch this year for host of squealing santa!
(this was due to a multitude of reasons, if you're particularly curious feel free to send a DM to this account as I'll still have access to it for the next month or so until we have a new host.)
So, the question is, who's interested in taking up the role for 2026 and beyond?!
If you'd be interested in hosting this year, please fill out this google form.
I'll close the form on APRIL 20TH and results will be announced on APRIL 27TH so keep an eye out on this blog and your DMs around that time!
Here is my gift for @happyandticklish for Squealing Santa 2025!
As usual, I am posting with the deadline nipping at my heels but fuck it here we are đ€
Anyway, Quill, I hope you enjoy some lee Shizuo to round off the year ~ Finally, a huge thank you to @squealing-santa for hosting this event!!
Prompt: cold hands need to be warmed up
Word count: 1,593
Summary: Shizuo and Izaya attempt to experience Christmas the traditional way, but âconventionalâ has never been their style.
âItâs too damn coldâŠâ
Shizuoâs voice, grizzled with irritation brought on by a bone-deep chill, echoed in the empty apartment. He kicked off his shoes with a click of his tongue, his shoulders hunched into a tense curve as he tried to shed the cold with each article of clothing he removed.Â
âIâm surprised a beast like Shizu-chan can even feel the cold,â Izaya drawled from behind him, locking the door when Shizuo failed to do so. While he didnât carry the same irritation as Shizuo, inconvenienced was an equal weight on his tongue. âBut for once we actually agree on something.âÂ
Izayaâs nose was dusted a charming red, something Shizuo only noticed once Izaya untucked it from the scarf heâd been burrowed in for the better part of their outing. He was half tempted to make an unflattering comparison to Rudolph before deciding it was too cold to bother. The last thing he needed was a pissy, stabby flea trying to get between him and a hot shower.
A shower together sounded especially nice.
Not wanting to compromise that goal, he continued his griping instead. âWhat kind of idiot would wanna go out in this weather?â He shrugged off his coat with jerky, stiff movements. Snow had collected on his shoulders, and it fell to the floor in a mimicry of the sparkling show outside. Plenty of people had gone out tonight aside from them. Nishiguchi Park was famous for its dazzling Christmas light display after all.Â
âMight I remind you that it was your idea to go out tonight?â Izaya snipped, half irritated by the light spattering of slush on his previously clean floors and half delighted to have caught Shizuo calling himself an idiot. The damage had already been done though, so he shucked off his fur-lined coat and only sighed at the resulting snow flurry. âIâm glad youâve come to the realization that the rest of us have been at for several years now. Congratulations.â
His reward for his snark was a balled-up pair of gloves thrown directly at that sleigh-leading nose.Â
Shizuo glared at him, but a hint of a smirk twitched at his lips due to Izayaâs squawk upon impact. âFine. I may be an idiot, but so are you for going along with it, flea.â
The logic was faulty and borderline juvenile, as it tended to be when it came from the mouth of Ikebukuroâs fighting doll. It was something to be counted on, but somehow the expectation never prevented the resulting annoyance. Izayaâs brow twitched. If Shizuo didn't want to accept the blame for them going out in the cold, then Izaya would make sure he felt the consequences of it.
âHow disappointing, Shizu-chan~â He drawled, shaking his head in disapproval as he stepped closer with his hands clasped behind his back. âYou should really take responsibility.â His mouth curled up in a wicked grin. âSay, why donât you warm my hands up for me?â
Shizuo had no time to argue before those chilly hands shot out and dove up under his shirt. He yelped, goosebumps raising where icy fingers met warm skin. His arms immediately clamped down against his sides, pinning Izayaâs hands where they lay flat on either side of his ribs.
Izaya cackled in delight at his partnerâs wide eyes and shocked curses. âOi, youâre gonna break my hands if you keep squeezing like that!â
He wiggled his fingers for emphasis, but instead of releasing him as Izaya expected, Shizuo tucked his arms in tighter and let out a choked-off noise.Â
âS-stop that, you bastard!âÂ
Shizuoâs cheeks were growing pinker by the second, and the slightly panicked edge to his voice seemed too extreme a reaction to what was simply a surprise chill. Another curl of his fingers and Shizuo jolting as a result confirmed Izayaâs suspicions.Â
âShizu-chan can be so cuteâŠ~,â he thought in the privacy of his own mind, tender and fond.
His smile, however, was anything but.Â
âHm? Stop what? Shizu-chanâs the one insisting on keeping my fingers nice and toasty in here~ See?â He drawled with as much innocence as a wolf in a wool coat. Those well-warmed fingers wiggled in their confines, and despite how much it tickled âwhich was terriblyâShizuo couldnât bring himself to lift his arms and release them. It was instinct that kept his arms glued to his sides to protect himself from the ridiculous sensation, and it was logic that told him to lift them and strangle Izaya instead.
Unfortunately, logic never won out over instinct for Shizuo.
âIhihihizaya! G-get out-ahaha!â Giggles were sputtering out from behind Shizuoâs helpless smile as his resistance crumbled. His shoulders were hunched in that tense curve again, but for a far more embarrassing reason nowâ a reason Izaya was taking full advantage of.
âGladly~ Just lift your arms and Iâll be out of your hair,â Izaya snickered, tilting his head with a grin.Â
Shizuoâs face contorted in some odd mix between a snarl and a grin. âYou know I c-canât, you shitty flea!â His expression quickly leaned more into laughter as Izaya switched from wiggling his fingers in place to lightly scratching at Shizuoâs ribs. He let out a shocked wheeze at the sensation before losing his futile battle against the waves of deep laughter that erupted from his mouth. âAhaha! Iâll kihihihill you!â
All of Izayaâs prior annoyance had been replaced with overwhelming delight at this new game he was clearly winning at. He just hoped his reward wouldnât be Shizuoâs vice-like hold redirected to his neck.Â
âCareful- if Santa-san hears you say that, heâll definitely put Shizu-chanâs name on the naughty list,â Izaya warned with a disapproving click of his tongue. âThough, it does seem like youâre in a jollier mood~.â
Any other insults were lost to helpless laughter as Izaya played the other man like a fiddle. Shizuo squirmed and writhed with cheeks as red as holly berries, and Izayaâs clever hands made sure he stayed that way. That was until Shizuo took an unlucky step back and slipped on the now-melted snow theyâd shaken from their coats.Â
âShit!â
Shizuo went down, and with his hands pinned to Shizuoâs sides as they were, Izaya was dragged down with him.Â
Izaya grunted as he collided solidly into Shizuoâs chest. While it was certainly a gentler landing than the floor would have provided, Shizuo wasnât exactly built soft. âOwâŠI think Shizu-chan broke my sternumâŠâ he hissed, using his newly freed hands to push himself up.
âServes you right,â Shizuo scoffed. He was slightly out of breath, but they both knew it wasnât solely from their rough landing. âNot even a slimy bastard like you can talk your way out of karma.â
Letting out a sigh, Izaya shrugged and held out a hand to help his partner up. âI suppose youâre right. Still, youâre not cold anymore, are you?â He asked with a raised brow and the kind of lopsided smirk heâd only begun to show Shizuo in recent months.Â
âGuess not,â Shizuo acquiesced with a huff as he took Izayaâs hand. His face still felt warm with lingering embarrassment and exertion, but it was a pleasant warmth. Something tender and vulnerable and cherished more for it. He wondered if Izaya felt the same behind that fond gaze of his.
He had his suspicions as they lay curled up on the couch later that night, showered and cozy under absurdly expensive throw blankets. They took turns criticizing some shitty holiday rom-com that had come on after Kasukaâs holiday special, both of them complaining but neither making a move to change it. Izaya had turned to laugh into Shizuoâs shoulder when one of the characters slipped on snowâan ironic coincidenceâ but it raised a question in his mind. âHey, Shizu-chan? Why did you want to go out tonight? I didnât think either of us cared much about Christmas.â
It was true. Neither Shizuo nor Izaya cared about panicked shopping sprees, shoddily wrapped presents, or filling stockings. They hadnât even set up a tree. It was certainly a fair question why Shizuo had suddenly felt inclined to go look at Christmas lights of all things.
Shizuo averted his eyes, choosing to stare intently at the floor instead of the man in his arms. However, after a moment or two, he raised a hand to ruffle his own bleached blonde hair almost self-consciously. âSince this is the first time Iâve had someone to celebrate with, I thought itâd be nice to try the things other couples do on Christmas,â he began, insecurity creeping into his voice. It was short-lived, though, as agitation twitched at his brow and his voice dipped into a growl. âBut going out in ridiculously cold weather just to stand on the sidewalk and stare at lampposts you see every day is stupid.â
Izaya threw his head back with a twinkling laugh, his eyes crinkled with mirth and the same warmth Shizuo had felt in his cheeks. âWow, am I really agreeing with the simple-minded Shizu-chan twice in one day? It really is a Christmas miracle~.â
Shizuo didnât need any ribbons or bows to wrap Izaya up in his arms and give him a taste of his own medicine. Heâd been far too mouthy today, and it was about time karma paid him another visit. âYou know what? I think my hands are getting cold. Warm them up for me.â
As laughter and curses filled the apartment once more, Shizuo and Izaya found themselves agreeing on one final thing.
Christmas was best spent indoors with bad company.
Hey heyyyy, @ticklish-n-stuff !! i was your squealing santa this year!
itâs been a little while since iâve done anything twisted wonderland related, but once upon a time i absolutely loved the game, and iâve thought about getting back into it recently, especially with the release of the anime >:D
annnyyyway, i hope you enjoy! hopefully the plot works well. i assumed riddle and reader/PoV would have an established relationship already given the prompt.
Finals approaching, everyone was all stressedâ even Octavinelle was overwhelmed with all of the people that had signed up for their âstudy servicesâ on some of the upcoming tests⊠None of them mattered to me, though. There was only one person I was thinking about right nowâ someone who definitely had the tendency to push himself just a little too hard, to go that extra mile even after his legs had long given outâŠ
Riddle Rosehearts, the Housewarden of the Heartslabyul dormâ the dorm I was lucky enough to call mine. With strict rules and downright authority, Riddle led with the authority of the Queen of Hearts herself.
Everyone tended to avoid himâ especially the underclassmen of his own dorm. And I couldnât necessarily blame themâ he certainly had the tendency to be a little harsh. But wasnât that the main reason for being put into Heartslabyul? After all, everyone who was put here was either someone who would abide by all of the rules, or ones who needed to be taught to abide by them a little better. However, while everyone else avoided him, I couldnât help but feel myself being pulled closer to him. Something about the way everyone else treated him, the way everyone feared him as if he was some sort of tyrant, or dictatorâŠ
He didnât deserve it.
Now, where could he possiblyâ
The library⊠Surely he had to be there⊠I hadnât seen him all day, and while we didnât have classes today, I was still a bit nervous about how he was holding up with his studies⊠So, I begin to make my way to the library, squeezing and sliding past the students and staff in crowded halls⊠Not running, as that would be against the rules⊠but pretty damn close to it.
Upon finally entering the library, I began to look through the towers of shelves, trying to see if I could find him⊠but to no avail. I couldnât help letting out a groan, stepping back to turn around only to faceplant head first right into someone else⊠I stumble back a bit, before clearing my throat and readjusting my uniform to straighten it out a bit, looking to who I had bumped into. None other than Trey Cloverâ!
âAhâ I apologize, Mrââ Our eyes meet for just a moment, and I gasp. âOh, Vice HousewardenâŠ! Actually, maybe you can help me⊠Have you seen our housewarden anywhere..? With finals and everything around the corner, I wanted to know how he was doing⊠Iâm sure you know better than most that he has the tendency to push himself just a little bit too hardâŠâ
Trey chuckled as he adjusted his glasses with a nod. âI sure do⊠And, actually, he seems to have shut himself up in the dorm again. He wonât even let me in to check on him, he just tells me heâs âdoing fine,â and that heâs âa little under the weather.â I was looking to maybe find someone willing to check on him⊠It seems we ran into each other at the perfect time.â
After a brief chat, and him filling me in on Riddleâs situation, I made my way back to the dormâ of course, he had been in the one place I didnât expect to check. I had figured the dorm would be too obvious⊠but it seems I must have been wrong. I get up to the Housewardenâs dorm, knocking softly at the door.
âTrey, I told you, Iâm fine, Iâm just a little siââ
âItâs meââ I spoke softly to the door, to which I was greeted with silence, before the lock slowly clicked, and the door softly swung open.
âCâ Come on inâŠâ He murmured softly, and I could practically hear the burnout in his voice. He was exhaustedâŠ. And even upon stepping into his room, it wasnât right.
The bed wasnât made, there were papers strewn across his desk, books stacked in uneven patterns⊠I sigh and softly hug him, having to lean down slightly to match the height of the shorter redhead. âListen, listenâŠâ I murmur softly, my hand gently holding the back of his neck to let him rest into my shoulder. He seemed absolutely exhausted, and burnt out⊠Hell, Iâd even be concerned of him overblotting if he werenât so tired.
âIâm here⊠And Iâm not letting you flip a single page in one of those textbooks until you agree to come out with me and get some fresh air. And some food⊠and water.â He looked at me with a look of betrayal, and he seemed like he was about to protest, but I quickly shushed him. âBup bup! No if, ands, or buts. Come on.â
Riddle gave a rather unamused look, before walking back over to his desk and flipping through some of the books he had. âNot happening. The final is in three days⊠I must get back to studying.â It seemed even with how close we are, I couldnât twist his arm on this one⊠UnlessâŠ
Upon him sitting down at the desk again, I softly approach behind, gently placing my hands on his shoulders, gently and softly kneading at the muscleâ tense, likely from trying to keep such perfect posture 24/7. I knew his living situation, I knew how strict his mom was⊠which was why I wanted to help him relax. After all, he needed to learn to take care of himself⊠There are more important things than studying all of the damn time.
As soon as Riddle seemed to relax a bit, I took the opportunity to gently slide my hands down his back, before quickly pressing my fingertips into his sides. The action clearly caught him off guard, because he quickly let out what almost sounded like a yelp, as he jolted upright, his fingers wrapping around my wrists.
âDâ Dohohonât do thahat..!â He huffed, as I let out a soft laugh, my hands still digging playfully into his sides, now moving up and down a little bit as I did so. âIâll stop⊠as soon as you agree to get some proper rest, and some fresh air.â I smirked, speaking low next to his ear just to give that little extra tingly sensation one would get when someone's breath ran down another's neck.
Riddle squealed and laughed harder as my hands began pinching at his ribs, squirming as he desperately writhed in his desk chair. He tried pulling my hands away, but he didnât exactly seem to have the strength to do so in his current state. âPlâ Plehehehease..! Iâ I just need to finish one mohohoreâ A-AHAHHAA..!â
When he tried making excuses, âone more page,â or âone more chapter,â or âjust a little more,â I knew he wasnât going to give up easily. So, I grin and begin rapidly spidering my hands around his sides and even slinking around to his stomach, which really just made him burst out laughing more. His face was redâ almost as red as the painted roses of Wonderland. âPlâ PLEHEHEASE..! Oâ OKAHAHAY OKAY, IâLL RESTâŠ!â
My hands came to a slow stop, now instead gently rubbing up and down his sides to help him relax a bit from the touch. âYou promiseâŠ?â I ask, needing the confirmation, to make sure he was actually going to sleep. He replied with a simple nod, before gently moving his hands from my wrists to my own hands, intertwining our fingers together as he sheepishly brought me closer, leaning himself back against me.
âI promise⊠But only if you stay the night here.â
I was a little taken aback by this, and although I was caught off guard, I couldnât help but smile. I didnât speak a word, instead just gently guiding him over to his bedâ which was way bigger than someone of his petit frame would have neededâŠ
I lay him down there, before crawling in next to him as well, softly smiling as I reach over to turn off the lamp. And, as soon as the lights turned off, I felt two arms wrap around me, and a soft breath against my neck. I crane my head to the side to look at Riddle, who was now fast asleep, holding onto me like I had just saved his lifeâŠ
âGoodnight, Riddle,â was all I managed to murmur out, before falling asleep myself.
Iâve never drawn anyone from WuWa before so I hope I did these silly fellers justice! And judging from your blog, I feel that I needed to pick Rover for this drawing heheh
Thank you for having me again for this event, @squealing-santa !! Happy Holidays everyone!
My @squealing-santa for @littleesistler of Astro and Dandy from Dandy's world !!! Thank you for your patience omg it's been WILD over here. HAPPY BELATED HOLIDAYS AND MERRY TICKLEMAS !!!!!
Start Your Enjins (Gachiakuta) âSquealing Santaâ
HEY! :D It is I, Squiggily, bringing you a present, @stopiteatpopcorn! Muahahhahaha! >:D I am your Squealing Santa this year! I see you're a fan of Gachiakuta (great taste all around!) and wanted to make you a little sweet treat with our favorite dorks Rudo and Enjin! Forgive me if these two are a little OOC- it's admittedly been a second since I've had time to watch the show, but I hope you like it all the same! :D Merry Christmas!
Summary: Rudo makes a thoughtless comparison regarding Enjin's looks. To the man himself! What follows can only be described as pure chaos for the pale haired boy. (Word Count: 1.1k)
Enjin had that look on his face again. The kind that all but defined danger, the kind that sent shivers across Rudoâs skin and got his heartrate accelerating by the minute.
That kind of look Alto would sometimes get before he-
Oh God. Oh God.
The older man bent slightly at the waist, hands resting against his knees as his eyes locked onto Rudoâs widening ones. His expression remained, dangerous and unyielding. He spoke only one single word.
âRun.â
Rudo took off like a bolt of lightning, a screech ripping from his throat as he twisted to the door. He nearly knocked Zanta out of the way in his escape, taking the turn too hard and bruising something in the process. He didnât care- the pain could wait, he needed to go.
Behind him, he could hear Enjinâs cackles following closely. The older man was enjoying this- just the absolute delight that dripped from his words made it obvious. âWhatâs wrong Rudo? Scared Iâm gonna getcha?â He sounded so far now, but Rudo knew the second he turned around, the gap would be closed. He couldnât look back!
âŠ.He dared a peek.
Enjinâs face was a mere centimeters away.
âAHH!â He screamed so loud he threw himself off balance, going tumbling to the ground. He tried to roll, hoping heâd find footing. His high pitched attack seemed to give him just a few moments as Enjin stumbled, a hand on his ear and laughter getting wheezier.
 âN-No! No, get away!â He cried, backing up the best he could as the smiling devil closed in like a predator. âWait! Wait, Enjin please! Iâm not ready!â
âSorry- a little late for that I fear.â Enjin all but purred, grabbing Rudoâs leg and pulling him forward. The teen squealed and tried clawing at the ground. âYou knew exactly what you were doing back there. Donât start acting like none of that was on purpose.â
âI-Iâm sorry!â Enjin had him flipped on his back, capturing his wrists with one hand. Pinned and exposed, he saw his life flash before his eyes; all the things he wished heâd done, things he regretted saying and not saying. âIâm sorry, I'll take it back! I promise I will take it back!â
âSorryâs not gonna cut it, kid.â The blonde pinned his legs with one of his own, voice grim. âSorry doesnât carry much weight around these parts. Youâve wounded me pretty deep. Now you must pay.â
âIâm sorry! Iâm so-ohohhohhoohohhrry!â The teenâs pleas melted into desperate giggles when Enjin dug a single finger into his side, right below his ribcage. He twitched at the feeling, his arms pulling sharply at Enjinâs grip as he tried hiding his growing smile with his arm. âEehehheenjin, Iâm so sohohohohohorry!â
âSo desperate for me to forgive you, eh? Warms my cold dead heart.â Enjin laughed alongside him, bringing a second finger in. Then a third. Before long, he had all five fingers gently digging into his ribs, making his squirms increase and his giggle fits raise in volume. âShame thatâs not enough to save you. Now- who looks like a lizard monster?â
âEhehahahahhahaha! Buhuhut yoohohohu kihihinda dooh-Wahahahait, wahhahit, wahahait I lied! Iâm sohoho-EHEHEHHE!â Rudo all but screamed when Enjin squeezed his side, pressing his thumb in. âWHAHAIT EHEHENJIN LEHEHEMMEE THIHIHINK!â
âNah. Lizards donât have that kind of patience.â Enjin adjusted his pose so he could pin Rudo down with his legs, releasing his hands so he could grab both his ribs. The teen all but howled with laughter at that, arching like a bow as he grasped at Enjinâs wrists. âOr maybe they do- they got to hunt and whatnot. Say, am I a poisonous lizard or just one of those dumb ones? Come on- make your argument!â He snickered as he curled his fingers, spreading them out and leaving not a single spot untouched.
âI cahhahahanât! I cahahhanaât- I cahahhahahanât thihiihhink! Ehehehenji-EHEHEHIN!â Rudo kicked against the ground like a child having a tantrum, squirming about as his face flushed a bright cherry red. âEHEHEHENJIN! EHEHENJIN I CAHHAHANâT BREHAHHAHTHE!â
âWhoa there.â Enjin stopped immediately, hands still on his sides as he let Rudo gasp for air, a touch of concern coloring his smile. âYou good?â
âWhoohohoa..whohohoaa..whooooohohoho..â He nodded, covering his face with his gloved hands. Eventually, he felt himself start to think again, wondering just what to do. He could easily tell Enjin he was done, butâŠ
Making a decision, he peeked up at him through his fingers. âYouâre one of the duhuhmb ones.â He giggled, unable to keep a straight face. Enjinâs expression went from worried to outrage, jaw dropping and brows tilting like a cartoon villain. He was so expressive! âOne that wahahits to get eaten!â
âOh hell no- you mean that?â He grabbed Rudoâs sides again, tickling a little faster and nearly sending him to the galaxy. âThe dumb kind waiting to be eaten! I thought for sure youâd at least say I look like a Charmander, but nooooo!â
âThehehehen fihihihine! Yohohoohuâre chahahahrmahhahander! Eheheha, the lahahahazy one- EHEHEHEHEEE!â He all but wailed when Enjin tickled his armpits, shooting his hands out and pushing on his grinning face. âStahahhaap, stahhahaap, pleahahahse! I thihihink youâre coohohohol! I THIHIHINK YOOHOHUR COOL NOW STHAHAHP!â
âGehehahaha! Thatâs what I thought!â Enjin cackled as he sat back, finally climbing off the giggly teen and stretching his back with a low groan. âUgh, my back. Iâm getting old.â
âRehehal old!â Rudo called out, spasming backwards before Enjin could tickle him again. âEhehe, kidding! Iâm kihihidding..eh. Did I really hurt your feelings when I called you that?â He suddenly asked, looking up at the blonde as he dug for a cigarette. âA lizard, I mean.â
âPfft- please! A grown man like me, being hurt by that?â Enjin wheezed out smoke as he threw an arm around Rudoâs shoulders, giving him a shake. âIâve been called everything under the sun, kid. Being called a dumb lazy lizard is the least of my worries.â
Rudo figured, but it was still reassuring to hear. He lightly shoved at Enjin, laughing through coughs as he fanned away the smoke. âHah, yeah. HeyâŠare you ticklish, Enjin?â He looked up at him curiously, the hand pushing at the blondeâs side curling gently.
Enjin nearly choked on his smoke, jerking away and grabbing Rudoâs hand. âKid, I swear.â He glared down at the widening grey eyes shining with mischief. âYou want me to tickle you, again?â
âMaybe next time!â Rudo quickly shot up, running off and leaving Enjin snickering.
âMaybe next time, then.â Enjin blew a cloud of smoke free, smiling from ear to ear. So the kid wanted to play again. He had something to look forward to, now.
happy holidays @thebardnemo !! i'm writing your gift this year! i hope you enjoy this and i wish you the nicest most lovely new year ever! i havent written for BG3 in awhile, but nonetheless i hope you like it <3 (additionally, so sorry for the wait!)
Tav's feet were numb from the sheer cold of the windy night. Hells, his entire body was numb at this point. Normally, his thick boots and gear were able to keep him warm enough, but after the rainstorm today... Well, his boots weren't wearable anymore and his while his clothing was mostly dry, they still felt cold to the touch.
The warmth from the campfire wasn't enough to keep him warm tonight. The air seemed to bite harder than the night before; he could still feel the dampness of his pants from the pouring rain. He teeth clinked together as the night only got colder.
Through the sound of the wind, Tav heard Shadowheart approach behind him. She laid next to him, and he melted into her as her body heat sent a shock-wave through his cold body. Shadowheart huffed a laugh and yawned, "Cold?"
Tav scoffed but still pushed himself into Shadowheart to try and steal more of her body heat, "Only a bit." He replied sarcastically through almost chattering teeth. He added, "How are you so fucking warm?"
She snorted in respons3, "Magic, probably." He could hear her smile through her words. She wrapped her arm around his stomach and rubbed her palm in circles, "Would you like me to keep warm too?"
Tav melted into the tickly sensation. Goosebumps riddled his arms and back. For the first time since laying down, he shivered from something other than the cold, "Please do."
Tav could feel himself drifting to sleep; Shadowheart was warm, her nails mindlessly tickling his stomach was heavenly, and he could the wind blow the smell of smoke towards him.
There was one issue, though.
Shadowheart shifted her weight and focused her nails on Tav's sides. The tickling still felt wonderful, but the higher up his sides she went, the less Tav could hold back an outward reaction. Each time he grew used to the sensation she would move somewhere until Tav couldn't hold it back anymore. He snorted against his shoulder in an attempt to cover up the sound.
"Are you okay, Tav?" Her words sounded sincere, but Tav knew enough about her to know that she was grinning as she asked her question.
"I'm fihine."
Shadowheart hummed in affirmation, but didn't acknowledge the snort. She simply spidered her nails more intentionally.
As unbearable as it felt, he couldn't deny that he was starting to warm up... He would even goes as far to say that he was having fun with Shadowheart, even if it was a bit flustering.
"Cohohohme ohohn!" Tav giggled at a higher pitch as Shadowheart squeezed his sides. The sensation was unbearable, but he couldn't bear to push her away. Rather than trying to escape her hands, he curled into himself.
Shadowheart laughed with him before slowing her tickling to firm rubbing to rid Tav of the ticklish sensation. She kissed the back of his ear and held back a snort when Tav flinched away with a giggle, "Sleep, Tav..."
Tav turned to face Shadowheart, "You first."
She rolled her eyes and fluttered her fingers against his neck. Tav yelled out an apology through his titters before cuddling in closer, "Sleep well."
The night got colder, but Shadowheart was enough to keep him warm until the sun rose.
Ohhh Dessieeeeee!! Taking attendance for the second year in a row hehe!
Happy holidays, my friend!
I took your request and kinda spun it into a very not your request??? In a good way, of course! Instead of just Sakura and Umemiya, the babiest boy gets got by just about everyone.
Feat evil Ler Suo.
And thank you to @squealing-santa for the opportunity to participate in such a fun event!
Cheat Codes
Warning! This is a tickle fic!
Ships: None
Warnings: tickles. Foot tickles. Multiple Lers. Intense(ish) toward the end!
Prompt: Sakuraâs never played Smash Bros in his life. How did he get so damn good in an hour?!
âAaaaaand this is going to help us bond⊠how?â Sakura mumbled, leaning against his empty kitchen counter.
âEveryone can use company, Sakura!â Nirei cooed, placing down a bag of groceries onto the countertop. âBesides, we all figured that you were super lonely when you were sick, so weâre here to un-lonely you!â He pulled his blonde strands into a teeny-tiny little ponytail at the top of his head.
âSome things just arenât able to be helped, Little Sakura,â Suo hummed, putting a soft hand on his head.
The half-and-half boy, in turn, growled, shaking the redheadâs hand off. âIâm not little! Weâre the same age!â
Hiragi and Umemiya were the next to arrive to Sakuraâs⊠quaint apartment. Hiragi was awkwardly carrying a television through the door? Umemiya held up a Switch, and suddenly things made sense.
They were going to play video games⊠wicked.
âHeyyyyyy, kiddos!â Umemiya chirped, placing the gaming console on the ground next to the TV. One by one, with a very dad-like grunt, he would pick up the boys in a tight hug.
Nirei was mid-slice of carrots when he was hugged from behind and hoisted. He giggled like a child. âUmemiya! Careful!â
âWhatâcha cookinâ, kid?â the older male inquired, setting the boy down and draping himself across his shoulders.
âMaking yakisoba for all of us.â
âOoooh. Sounds yummy,â he hummed. âAnd look at you with your hair up! The ladies would just be all over you!â Umemiya made cooing sounds as he pinched at Nireiâs ears, resulting in flustered giggles from the blonde.
Suo was next. As he helped Hiragi set up the gaming system, he was suddenly scooped like a bride. He subconsciously kicked his feet with a tiny gasp. âHello, Umemiya.â
âSuoooooooo. Youâve been taking care of yourself, right, kid? Not just worried about everyone else, yeah?â
The redhead sighed dismissively. âIâve got to get this hooked up if we want to play games.â
âThatâs not what I asked you.â
âIââ he exhaled with that polite smile of his. âOf course I have; itâs just that sometimes, others need my help more than I need rest.â
âOh! My dear pupil! You wound me so!â The oldest cried out. He cradled Suo to his chest like a baby, gently humming the lullaby song to him.
Sakura scowled. What a dork
That scowl was replaced by a rather manly yelp when he was swept off of his feet and thrown over Umemiyaâs shoulder like a sack of potatoes. âPut me down!â he cried. When the white-haired male began to spin him, he pounded his fists against his back. âUmemiya!â
Hiragi huffed with a grin. âAlright, Umemiya, put the kid down.â
âAwwww! But why?!â
âFirst, he looks nauseous as shit. Second, we got the console set up.â
With a groan from the older male, Sakura was back on his feet. He sat down next to Suo with a huff and crossed his arms. When Suo patted his head, he shot him a glare.
âHey, Sakura,â Hiragi hummed, âYâever play Smash Bros?â
âHeard of it,â he replied. âNever actually played it.â The boys turned to look at him as if he were a space alien. Even Nirei looked up from his vegetable chopping to gape at him. âWhat?â he asked, confused by their incredulous looks. His patience shortly wore thin. âOkay, what?! Is it like some rite-of-passage game? I bet youâll shit yourselves when I tell you that I canât play chess either!â
Suo turned to him with a Cheshire grin. âNow, young Sakura, we are going to teach you the ways of the gamer.â
The boy snorted. âOh yeah, sure. Like I need to know how to wear the same hoodie for five days straight and shower once every two months.â
Hiragi snorted at that, clapping a heavy hand on Sakuraâs shoulder. âNah, kid. This is just like the party game ever.â
âWrong,â Nirei called from the kitchen; he hadnât even turned to look at them, as he was caramelizing onions on the stove. âThe party game ever is Mario Party.â
âWrong again,â Umemiya chimed. âWii Sports is the way to go.â
âAbsolutely not,â argued Suo. âThe best one is totally Carnival Games.â
There was a collective groan from all of the boys except Sakura. Hiragi scoffed. âDo you want someone to throw a book at you?â
âBarker is SUCH a bitch, dude!â Nirei cried. There was a subsequent, loud sizzle from the pan in the kitchen.
âCareful now, donât singe your eyebrows off,â Suo hummed.
Sakura felt like he was missing something againâŠ
A small controller was put into his hand. It was blue, and it had four buttons and a joystick. How simpleâŠ
âSo, first, you pick who you want to be,â Umemiya hummed, taking a seat next to the boy. âMy favorite to play is Kirby. Heâs a little hard to get used to because of the timing.â
âTeach him to play Pikachu. Heâs like the easiest,â Hiragi mused.
âNo way! Teach him to be Lucas! Thatâs my main!â Nirei chirped. Sakura couldnât help but grin when the blonde sneezed. At least the food was getting seasoned.
âOf course you play Lucas,â Suo grumbled.
âAnd who do you two main?â Nirei huffed, stirring the contents of the pan.
âPalutena, duh,â Hiragi reported proudly.
Suo sat next to Umemiya, putting the oldest male in the middle. âSora main here.â
âBooooo DLC player!â the silver-haired male chided, wrapping his arm around the boyâs neck. âPay-to-win, Pay-to-win!â he cooed.
Suoâs visible eye rolled, and he snorted. âPaying only gets me the character. Itâs the skill that sells it.â
âI wanna be this guy!â Sakura interrupted. âHe looks cool.â Hovering his âP2â icon over the character, the boy looked at the rest of the group.
Hiragi gaped at him. âYou wanna beâŠâ
âMister Game and WatchâŠ?â Suo asked.
âWhatâs wrong with him?!â The half-and-half boy barked, a blush creeping onto his face. âHeâs so cool! Heâs old-fashioned gaming!â
Umemiya grinned at him. âYouâre right. Heâs based off of the first ever Nintendo console, the Game and Watch. He was the first video game character to ever exist.â
Sakuraâs eyes lit up. âI wanna play him!â
âGame and Watch it is,â Umemiya hummed.
The boys showed Sakura the ropes, and as expected, the young man greatly enjoyed himself. What they were not expecting was how fast he excelled.
âHow the hell did you take two stock already?!â Hiragi yelped, fiddling with his joystick in a panic.
âHis down smash demolishes. And I can edgeguard with neutral B,â the boy chimed.
âYou talk like youâve been playing this game for years,â Nirei noted.
âYour noodles are boiling over,â Hiragi grumbled at the sound of the bubbling pot.
Game after game, Sakura continued to absolutely destroy his friends in the game. Not a single one of them could defeat him. Even after changing characters, the half-and-half male still managed to steal stock after stock from them.
Now, it was him against Suo for a final deathmatch. Infinite stocks, 10 minutes time, total chaos.
Umemiya watched the screen with a delighted, soft smile. His baby brothers were really getting along, and it warmed his heart to see Sakura enjoying himself.
Delighted and frantic war cries filled the room. They were neck and neck. When one person would take a stock, the other would match it. Each boy was giving it his all, and both were at a stalemate within the first minute.
Soon, Sakura had the up on Suo, and Umemiya was truthfully getting tired of the same narrative over and over again.
Experimentally, he poked a single finger against Sakuraâs foot. The boy merely twitched, curling his toes up. When they un-scrunched, he waited for Sakura to charge up a strong attack before he skittered his fingers over it.
âWhat are youâ ngh! D-Doing?!â he yelped, jerking his foot away.
âNothinâ!â chirped the older boy.
âDonât screw with me. Iâm about to beat Suoâs ass!â
âHardly! Weâre one stock apart from each other!â the redhead argued.
âBoys! Donât argue,â the white-haired male chided. âYouâre both the winners in my heart!â
Sakura made a gagging noise, and Suoâs visible eye rolled. Umemiya glared at the two before sneaking a pinch to Suoâs side and a squeeze to Sakuraâs kneecap.
For Suo, his response was a small jolt and a death glare.
Sakura on the other handâŠ
âDONâT!â he exploded, yanking his knee away. His features softened when he realized everyone stopped to stare at him. âSâjust a sensitive part of me⊠Donât touch it; thatâs all.â
Sensitive, hm? Heâs sensitive there⊠Now, Umemiya was not born last night. What Sakura needed to say, but was unable to, is that he was ticklish there. His knees are not sensitive; theyâre ticklish.
âAh, I see,â Umemiya hummed. âYouâre ticklish,â he informed bluntly.
Sakura let out a strangled squeak when he was pinched again. âIâ I am not!â
âAre.â
âNot!â
âAaaaare!â
âNohohohohot!â
Suo grinned evilly when the oldestâs fingers continuously prodded around the half-and-half boyâs right knee.
âDohohohonât tihihihickle mehehehehe!â
âDonât tickle you? But Sakura, you just said you werenât ticklish! Why would you mind?â
Despite the handicap of his knee being squeezed, Sakura still managed to keep his lead through giggles and jolts of his body. He couldnât help but blush deeper when he noticed Hiragi watching him with a sweet grin. He was down to the final minute; he could do this!
âStay on it, kid! It would be a cryinâ shame if you were to⊠lose focus.â Umemiyaâs hands traveled up to squeeze at Sakuraâs thighs, his touch unrelenting. âDonât lose it!â
âGnghâ bahahahastahahahard! Nohohohoho!â he squealed, squirming.
âHmmm⊠I thought you werenât ticklish, Sakura?â the oldest cooed. âThis is such an oddity. I wonder whatâs happening.â
âDohohohohonât! Stahahahahap!â
âDonât stop? Oh, so you want to lose? Is this like a⊠giving up control thing? Yâknow, my therapist saysââ
âNohohohoho!â Sakuraâs character splatted against the screen, and a pillar of lightning followed. He had lost a stock, damn it! âStohohohop dihihihistrahahahactihihihing mehehehe! Bahahahastard!â
âSounds like a skill issue, Little Sakura,â Suo cooed, poking the boy in the side.
âUghhhhh! Stahahahap ihihihit! Yohohohou two suhuhuhuck!â Sakura whined. His laughter grew in pitch when he felt skittering fingers on his foot
Hiragi was grinning evilly, his free hand around the half-and-half boyâs ankle, his other hand tickling his foot with precision. Now within the final seconds of the match, the boys were tied. Suo had the upper hand because of this cheating! But Sakura was determined to keep his streak alive. He focused his attention into a down smash slam⊠followed by a side Bâ
âNAHAHAHAHA! DOHOHOHOHONâT!â he cried. Umemiyaâs squeezing hands traveled up to his ribs and prodded around. âNONONONONOHOHOHOHOHO!â
The oldest smiled beamingly. âDonât lose, kid! Keep it going!â
âThat little shit.â Suo grumbled. He tossed his controller to the side and tackled the giggling Sakura to the floorâthough, there wasnât very far for him to travel. Umemiya and Hiragi let go with surprised chuckles. âSo, Little Sakura, howâd you manage to cheat?â
âCheat?! It was you three cheating! I couldâve easily whooped your ass into next Sunday if you werenât t-tick⊠t-ticklâdistracting me!â
âOhhhh, distracting you, hm?â the redhead teased. âDonât you mean tickling you?â
âI see; I see,â Hiragi hummed. âHe was mad that we tickled him.â
âOohoohoo!â Umemiya cooed. âLittle Sakura canât handle the word tickle!â
âI guess so. Look at how red he gets when we say the world tickle around him,â Suo observed.
The white-haired male couldnât help but giggle at Sakuraâs increasing blush. âMhm. Mhm. How curious⊠Iâm just tickled by this information.
âShut up; shut up; shut up!â The boy whined. âYou three are terrible! Nireiâs my only friend now!â
The blonde let out a little cheer from the kitchen.
âWhat I think is that you need to tell us how you managed to get so good in only an hour,â Hiragi said with a death glare.
Suoâs hold on him got a bit tighter. âWe have our ways.â
Hold on⊠Were they gonna hurt himâŠ?! They were just having fun and beingâ
âRelax,â the redhead whispered as he held Sakuraâs arms over his head. He shifted to sit on his hands. âWe would never hurt yaâ, Little Sakura.â
Before he could relax, Suo dug into his underarms without mercy. âWAITWAITWAIT NAHAHAHAHAO! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERERE!â he squealed, kicking his legs.
Umemiya grabbed onto his knees and squeezed both of them, cooing at him. âOoooh tickle tickle tickle, kiddo! Youâre so precious!â
As if he couldnât have been more embarrassed! A blush formed at his neck as he screamed in laughter.
âGUHUHUHUYS!â
Suo smiled sweetly at him: a rare, genuine sight. âHmm?â
âIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHEHES!â
âIâm sure it does,â the redhead chimed. âWhy, Iâd be down for the count if I was being tickled riiiiight here!â Giving the half-and-half boy a break by moving his fingers to his neck.
In turn, Sakuraâs laughter died to gentle giggling once more, as Umemiya had picked up on the signal and moved down to run his fingers up and down the boyâs calf. He wriggled slightly, his body merely twitching in response.
âYouâve been carrying so much on your shoulders⊠Why donât you just lay back and laugh for a while?â Suoâs whispered voice in his ear caused a warm vibration to spread from his head to his toes. His blush spread to his ears and face now.
He nodded.
The redhead shot Hiragi a knowing look, and soon enough, there were skittering fingers on Sakuraâs feet again.
The half-and-half boy lay there giggling like a child. His eyes were squeezed shut in mirth, and his body jittered from the tickly feeling. Daresay, he was⊠enjoying it. The gentle treatment went on for minutes, and his giggling was rather cheerful.
At least, until Umemiya decided that he had had enough of a break.
Sakura felt Suo getting off of his wrists, the other murmuring something about ânot wanting to trap him.â As he went to sit up, to curse out his friends, he was pushed back to the floor with a heavy weight on his hips.
âSo⊠you gonna tell us how you did it?â asked the eldest, a terrifying calmness on his face.
Giggles started flooding out of him like routine. His hands, now freeâalbeit tremblingâshot up to grip his seniorâs wrists.
The two held intense eye contact until Umemiyaâs lips curled into a sweet smile. âOh, kid. Youâre just too cute.â
And then, Sakura felt two hands on his sides and tummy like lightning. He didnât even get a chance to react! His hips bucked upward as a strangled yelp left his lips, all before he dissolved into sweet laughter. âNohohohoho!â
âOh, yes. See, when the head of Bofurin asks you a question, Sakura, itâd be wise of you to answer,â Suo chirped, sitting cross-legged with that patient, polite smile of his.
The half-and-half boy couldnât even keep his grip on Umemiyaâs wrists, especially not when they traveled up to his ribs. Sakuraâs laughter grew in volume, his tummy quivering in the cold air as his shirt rode up.
Innocently, Suoâs two fingers crept up his side like walking limbs. They strolled along his sides and traced torturous circles along the bare skin before pinching around his belly button. The boy tossed his head back and cackled loudly when a finger dipped inside.
âSuch stamina,â Hiragi praised. âI wonder whatâll make you crack.â
âI know,â Umemiya chirped, âbut our little friend here is enjoying himself; I can tell; best not to tucker him out so fast!â
And all good things, as beautiful and sweet; as torturous and breath-stealing; as giddy and exciting as they may be, must come to an end. Despite his enjoyment, it would be Haruka Sakura who would end his own merriment.
âIhihihi cahahahan tahahahake ihihihit!â
Tsk tsk tsk⊠poor baby.
So confidentâŠ
All of that confidence melted away when Umemiyaâs hands shot up under Sakuraâs arms without warning. His back arched off the ground and thrashed madly, trying to escape. The white-haired maleâs fingers followed wherever he would attempt, leaving no opportunity for escape.
Suo continued his soft treatment of the boyâs stomach, utilizing gentle prods and tracing over anything else. As the tummy beneath his fingers would jolt and twitch, heâd only smile, resting his cheek on Sakuraâs lower ribs. One finger turned to two hands raking around the sensitive skin.
âUuuup, and dooooown, and aaaaalll arooooound. Only the softest touch for my Little Sakura.~â he cooed.
Meanwhile, Sakura could barely think. The back of his head was glued to the floor while his back arched up. Umemiyaâs weight on his hips rendered him immobile, with his arms free but just shy of stopping Suoâs torturous caresses. He could form no thoughts in his mind; he could move no limb to protest. He could scream his head off as his blush swallowed his whole face.
âHmm⊠That redness looks quite serious, Suo, my friend. What are your thoughts?â inquired Umemiya, not ceasing his tickling for a second.
âMhm, I agree⊠heâs far too flushed to continue for long,â mused the redhead. âSay, Umemiya, would you arch your back upward for me? Make a little room, please.â When his senior obliged, Suo smiled that calm, patient grin. âNow, Sakura, I know you canât hear me right now, as youâre being far too noisyâfor reasons Iâm totally unsure ofâbut I think itâs time for myself to show our upperclassmen how to solve a problem. Donât you?â
Belly laughter was the answer he received.
âNow⊠what to doâŠâ he drummed his fingers along the warm, bare skin of the boyâs tummy. âAh! Yes, naturally. Here we go!â With a deep breath, Suo ducked his head down and blew a raspberry onto Sakuraâs skin.
âOHOHOHOHO SHIHIHIHIHIHIT! NOHOHOHOHOHO!â
âAh! Umemiya, he seemed to enjoy it. Please arch upward once again!â Another breath, another raspberry.
âSHITSHITSHITSHIT! SHIHIHIHIT! FUHUHUHUCK!â
âSuch a rotten mouth!â Umemiya cried out, honing in on Sakuraâs underarms with a bit more fervor. He looked down evilly at the boyâa side which Sakura had seen only once before. A simple command was given to him; one that he would be able to ignore for a few good minutes. âCrack.â
And yet, nothing. Sakuraâs screams of laughter were merely background noise for the tiny apartment.
âOHOHOHOHO MY GOHOHOHOHOD! SHIHIHIHIT!â Accompanied Hiragiâs attempt to study the controllers better.
âNOHOHOHOHO! BAHAHAHASTARDS! HYEAHAHAHAHAHA!â Was a sweet symphony to join Nireiâs plating of their meal.
The two continued their ruthless attack on the younger boy. Despite his hot blush, the intensity of their tickling, and the duration, Sakura still was going on strong. Umemiya ought to be the one to put his baby brother to bed after as an apology.
Raspberry after raspberry, Suo continued without mercy. His repetition led him to an experiment of sorts: berries toward the sides and hips were less ticklish, while berries toward the ribs and atop of the belly button were the most. He breathed in heavy for another one until he heard a frantic plea.
When Umemiyaâs fingers came to a halt, and Sakuraâs upper body fell backwards, Suo was there to catch him. He gently pat the boyâs back as he caught his breath, subsequently snaking his hand under Sakuraâs white top to rub the warm skin of his back.
âJust breathe, Sakura. Donât speak; just breathe,â Suo soothed in a whisper.â
Umemiyaâs fingers started to gently brush through his hair. âShit, kidâ Haruka, Iâm so sorry.â
âSâokay⊠had⊠lotsâa⊠funâŠâ rasped the boy.
A delicious smell of meat and veggies entered their noses, and a huge bowl of Yakisoba was soon prepared on the counter.
âEat up,â Nirei hummed. âGet his strength back up.â
The half-and-half boy was gently shook, but he only groaned, clinging onto Suoâs free arm. Hiragi huffed with a fond grin, bringing back an extra plate for Suo, while Umemiya did the same for Sakura.
The five boys shared their meal in total delight. Sakura stayed glued to Suo for a good five minutes, eyes shutâat least until he realized that he was snuggled up to the redhead, then he promptly shot up like a spring, his blush creeping back. It was at this point where he would begin his meal.
After food was shared, Hiragi offered to clean up, while Umemiya offered to wash the dishes. While the two older men completed their cleaning, the Switch was booted back up. Nirei quickly loaded into the game and selected his main fighter. He took his hair out of the ring ponytail⊠BusinessâŠ
And finally, throughout a day full of losses and revenge, Haruka Sakura was at last defeated.
Game and Watch: Many
Lucas: 1
Nireiâs laughter would bounce off of the walls of the flat soon after, Sakuraâs following in hot pursuit. Suoâs soft giggles would follow along his tickling fingers. A smile of true joy at Nireiâs adorable snorts would form on his lips.
Umemiya couldnât help but smile at the sight and sound of his baby brothersâ delight.
Merry Christmas @ticklish-v-93 im your secret santa this year. In all honesty this is my first time writing for this ship I hope I did it justice
This is a tickle fic if you don't like that just scroll, also thers a tinyyyyy bit of restraints in here but nothing nsfw as always.
Laughter looks better on you
The rain hadnât let up since the mission ended.
It tapped softly against the windows of the safehouse, the kind of endless drizzle that blurred the outside world into muted grays. Atsushi sat on the far side of the room, perched on the edge of the mattress like a ghost of himselfâarms limp, shoulders slouched, hair still damp from the downpour.
He hadnât spoken since they returned.Â
The mission did not go as planned; they were to infiltrate an enemy base and secure the weapons that were stolen but they weren't expecting a child hostage to be a part of the equation. Atsushi did everything in his power to try and save them but in the end the child's life was taken by the enemy and he blamed himself.Â
Akutagawa noticed.
Not that he was about to say anything. At first.
He sat in the corner chair, arms crossed, his coat still buttoned, even though steam had started to rise faintly from his shoulders as the chill of rain gave way to warmth. His eyes hadnât left Atsushi in ten minutes.
There was something wrong. The weretiger usually wore his emotions like a badly-fitted coatâalways tripping over guilt, shame, self-loathing, and still managing to offer some sorry excuse of a smile through it all.
But not tonight.
Tonight he was quiet. Too quiet. There was no half smile, he was just, Still. And Akutagawa didn't like it.
Akutagawa closed his book. Loudly. No response.
ââŠYouâre acting strange,â he said flatly.
Atsushi blinked, slowly turning his head. His eyes looked a little glassy.
âIâm just tired,â he muttered. Even he didn't believe his own lie.
âTch. You said that already.â
âWell⊠maybe I still am.â
That wasnât it. Akutagawa knew it wasnât.
There was a scrape of chair legs across wood as he stood up, deliberate in every step as he crossed the room.
Atsushi didnât even react when Akutagawa crouched in front of him.
He just looked⊠small.
And Akutagawa hated it.
âYouâre sulking.â
âIâm not sulking.â
Akutagawa narrowed his eyes. âYouâre brooding. You have that pathetic furrow between your brows again.â
Atsushiâs lips twitched, but the ghost of a smile never fully formed. âMaybe I just messed up today. Again. Maybe itâs my fault those civilians got hurt. Maybeââ
poke.
Atsushi was startled. His whole body jumped.
Akutagawaâs finger lingered just at his side. He looked positively smug.
ââŠWhat was that?â Atsushi squeaked.
âYou flinched,â Akutagawa replied simply. âAnd you made one of those squeaky noises again.â
âThatâs notâAkutagawa, donâtââ
Another poke. This time higher. More deliberate.
âD-donât! Iâm being seriousâ!â
âSo am I,â Akutagawa said, voice soft but unrelenting as he reached again. Atsushi moved to avoid his fingers but Akutagawa knew his moves all too well. Whichever way Atsushi moved to avoid his fingers Akutagawa would go to the opposite side, faking him out only to attack anyway.Â
Akutagawaâs fingers struck againâthis time not a single jab, but a series of quick, feather-light prods beneath Atsushiâs ribs.
âGYAHâA-Akutaâ! H-hehey! STAHAHAHAP!â
Atsushi curled forward instinctively, arms folding tightly around his torso as he twisted on the bed, trying to scoot away. But Akutagawa followed, calm as ever, movements precise as a scalpel.
âI donât understand.â His tone was maddeningly flat. âIf youâre tired, why are you squirmingso much?â
âBECAUSE YOUâRE TIHIHIHICKLING ME!â
âHm.â Another thoughtful prod, this time targeting the edge of Atsushiâs waist. âAre you going to admit it?â
âTh-Thatâs notââ
poke poke poke âWAHAHAITâOKAY! Ohohokay! I AHAHA-ADMIT IT!â
Akutagawa actually smiled, just barelyâso faint it could be missed if you werenât looking directly at him. âGood. Then this is effective.â
He sat beside Atsushi now, his fingers slipping beneath the loose hem of the otherâs shirt with no hesitation, pressing into the dips between ribs with exacting care. Atsushi howled.
âYou said you didnât want to talk. So I found a better method.â
âTHIS IS NOT A METHOD!â
âYouâre smiling.â
Atsushi gasped through his giggles, his hands flailing and useless, trying to push Akutagawa offâbut the black-clad Port Mafia member had that terrifyingly calm energy about him. Focused. Composed. Like this was all part of some clinical experiment.
âYour reflexes are slow. You're easy to provoke,â Akutagawa observed as if he were reading a case file. âYour underarms are especially reactive.â
âD-Donât you DAREâ!!â
Too late.
Akutagawa struck again, fingers skimming deliberately up Atsushiâs sides, thumbs pressing into the vulnerable hollows just beneath his arms. The shriek that ripped out of Atsushiâs throat couldâve shaken the roof.
âAKUTAGAWAAAAAâ!!â
The name burst from Atsushiâs lips in a squealing, desperate cackle as he twisted hard to the side, nearly rolling off the bed.
Akutagawa caught him by the shoulder without a word, steadying him easily. His grip wasnât roughâbut it was firm. Intentional. Like heâd never let him fall.
Not even from something as stupid as laughter.
âStop moving,â he muttered.
âS-s-stop tickling me!â Atsushi cried, breathless, red-faced, and trembling. His chest rose and fell rapidly as giggles still clung to the edges of his voice. âY-youâre such aâa jerkâ!â
His comments didn't seem to phase Akutagawa but while he continued to wreck the weretiger a thought came to him. âI do happen to remember Dazai mentioning something to me in passing.â His hands slowed while he hovered them over the younger boy. Atsushi's giggles weren't as loud or forced just reminance of what just occurred, he looked up at Akutagawa unaware of what he was about to do. The black robed portmafia member lowered his hands shifting the weretigers shirt up just the tiniest bit revealing his belly button and Atsushiâs eyes went wide.Â
âNO NONONO DONT! HE WAS LYING!â Akutagawaâs face was still as stoic as it always was as he let out a huff.
âHeh, for someone calling Dazai-san a liar you sure seem awfully defensive.â Atsushi grabbed his shirt immediately pulling it down causing the other to scoff. âAre you really going to make me have to use Rashouman?â And the weretiger who had just thought things couldn't get any worse. He tried to bolt.
âRashouman!â Before Atsushi even made it off the bed he was pulled back and his arms moved above his head, although held by Rashouman the hold was uncharacteristically gentle. Akutagwa moved Atsushiâs shirt back up just a bit higher than his belly button this time. âNow Dazai said this spot was only to be used if extremely necessary, and I think wiping that annoying mopey look off your face entitles this to be completely necessary.â
With that Akutagawa held out a single finger and lowered it towards his button and Atsushi freaked out.
âNONONO OKOKOK I'M DONE MOPING I WONT BROOD ANYMORE!!!â
âYou surely won't after thisâ his finger delves into Atsushiâs belly button and a scream bursts out of the weretigers mouth of that of someone being murdered.Â
âAKUTAGAWAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOâ Akutagawa remained stoic as ever while he wrecked Atsushi into a new dimension. His finger swirled in his bellybutton not so much digging but just enough to tickle like hell. The things Dazai had let Akutagawa in on seemed to have a major effect on Atsushi so why not try something else he thought to himself. Inadmitably Akutagawa lowered his head towards Atsushiâs tummy and this only caused his squirming to worsen ten fold.Â
âNONONONO DONT YOU DAHAHAHREâ
âOh I dare Weretiger, and I shall.â He says this with an uncharacteristic smirk on his face, and once lowered he blows. Blows a long hard raspberry on Atsushiâs belly button and he shrieks, the noise so high pitched it almost startles Akuatagawa. He almost stops but wiping that dumb sad look off his partner's face is what his main goal was right now.Â
âAIEEEEEEEEEHHEHEHEHEHEHE CRAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP AKUTAGAWA NOHOHOHOHOHOHOâ his body thrashes and Rashouman holds firm, to keep his waist in place in holds Atsushiâs hips down with his hands and just to be a little more sadistic he rolls his thumbs into his hip dips. Atsushiâs body fights for a moment longer before collapsing allowing himself to laugh. Allowing himself to forget about what happened tonight. Besides being tickled to the brink by the rabid dog of the mafia, it feels good to be able to let go despite laughing til he can't breathe.
Only when Akutagawa sees tears and how red his face truly is and how his breathing has changed does he stop, he finally lets his hands fall away and sits up bringing his mouth away from the weretigerâs tummy as well as releasing Rashoumanâs hold. His expression didnât change muchâbut there was something calmer about it. Less tense.
ââŠYou were upset,â he said simply.
Atsushi blinked, thrown off by the shift in tone. âHuh?â
âYou were brooding. Again. That look on your faceâŠâ Akutagawa paused, then frowned. âItâs worse than your whining.â
âI wasnâtââ
Atsushi hesitated. His arms dropped from their defensive curl, and he exhaled.
ââŠOkay. Maybe I was a little off.â
Akutagawa didn't reply. His gaze flicked downâtoward Atsushiâs hands, still faintly trembling from the aftershock of laughterâand then away again, jaw tightening.
"I like you more when you're laughing," he muttered.
The silence stretched between them.
Atsushi slowly blinked, shocked by the words coming out of Akutagawaâs mouth, his cheeks flushing.Â
"Don't make me say it again."
A laughâthis one real, worn around the edges but warmâescaped Atsushi before he could stop it. It was softer now. No hysteria, no forced grin. Just⊠genuine.
He rubbed the back of his neck, still pink. âI- um. Thanks for uh⊠for cheering me up.â
âYouâre welcome Weretigerâ Atsushi moved hesitantly but made his way beside him laying just close enough.
âIf I see that look on your face again while we're on this mission I won't hesitate to do it again Weretigerâ Akutagawa says flatly.
Atsushi doesn't say anything but cuddles up to him regardless, causing Akutagawa to stiffen for a moment before relaxing. âPatheticâ he says dryly but wraps his arms around Atsushi anyway.
There's a silence for a beat, and Atsushi leans up pecking a kiss on Akutagwaâs cheek, and immediately the paler of the two goes red.
ââŠThanks Ryu.â Atsushi says again, cuddling into his partner, and before long Atsushi was actually able to sleep in the comforting embrace of his partner's arms.
Akutagawa looked down at the sleeping weretiger in his arms. His face remained stoic at first but the corner of his mouth twitched. Just once.
âYou smiled,â he said quietly.
He held him for the rest of the night til he fell asleep alongside him.
OH MY GOD I'M SO SO SO SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE!!!! I was having majorrrr writers block but rewatching snippets of Bungo helped so hereâs your present, Merry Christmassssss
Summary: I hated the ending of season 3, so Iâm changing it! Gi-hun and the baby win Squid Games. He wants to confront his former ally, In-ho, to express how he betrayed him and basically wants to take him out for everything he has put them through. Things donât go as planned.
Warnings: Mentions of death and murder. I AM NOT shipping these two!!! Platonic only!!! This is a tickle fic, so if thatâs not your thing, scroll on!
After Gi-hun and the infant won the final game and split the money, he dropped the baby off to some friends to watch her for a while. He had a new mission, to track down is old ally, In-ho, or now he knew him as the Frontman. He had to confront the man who had played him the entire time, and he deep inside wanted nothing better to rid the world of him.
Still having no exact plan on what to do, he worked with some of his underground allies for months to find out exactly where In-ho stayed when he wasnât on the island. It wasnât far from him, maybe a few hours.
After dropping off the baby girl, he set out to find him.  He lived quite a normal, but wealthy life. He reached his house and parked a few homes down and sat and waited for his friend to return home.Â
Not much time later, a black car pulled up and out walked his old ally. His heart was racing, and hands were sweaty. There was a small part that was happy to see him as who he was in the games. A much bigger part wanted to hurt him badly, which he planned on doing.
He took a deep breath and walked up calmly to the door, not sure how any of this was going to play out. He could have been shot right then and there, but he didnât care really. He rang the doorbell and waited. Hearing footsteps, his heart racing, the door opened to a much softer face In-ho than the last time he saw him.
Standing there face to face, neither saying a word, Gi-hu stepped forward, and he thought he was going to choke him out, but he walked past, and In-ho let him, still with no sound coming out of eitherâs mouths.Â
Walking in he turned and found a lounge area and sat down, like he had done this a million times before, but he hadnât. This was just pure instinct. Surprisingly, In-ho followed suit, just sitting on the opposite side of the couch.
Gi-hun, dropped his head, feeling so much weight on his face. He couldnât even look at him. It was like a silence that was deafening and he couldnât think properly. He finally got the courage to look at In-ho, deep into his eyes, but as he looked up, In-ho also had his head lowered with the same expression the Gi-hun had a moment ago.
In-ho raised his head now and looked back into his eyes, although they were softer than when he was the Frontman. Before he could say anything to his old friend, In-ho said softly, âGi-hun, Iâm surprised to see you.â
Gi-hun started shaking. It felt so good to hear his voice, the voice he trusted for so many days, it felt like months.  Inside, he wanted to scream and yell and attack him. But he couldnât. It was a weird feeling that he couldnât understand.
âHow have you been?â In-ho asked sincerely.
Again, lost for words, Gi-hunâs mouth opened and he said, âIâm here to talk.â Talk? Why did he say talk? His head was yelling at him, almost like there were two people fighting inside his brain.Â
In-hoâs face softened some more. âDo you wan some tea?âÂ
âNo.â Gi-hun replied.
There was more silence. Both sat there, not really knowing or wanting to say what would be next. Finally, Gi-hun scrunched up his face and said, âI so badly want to hurt you right now, or worse.â He said with a monotone. âBut I canât seem to do that. I want you to feel the pain and betrayal I feel.â Gi-hun started to scoot closer on the couch, but In-ho didnât move, almost as if he was in a trance or maybe he really didnât think he would hurt him.
When Gi-hun noticed he didnât move, it was almost infuriating. âDo you really not believe me?â His voice started to raise, and it was shaking. He was now close enough to reach out and touch In-ho. âI can end you right now, by just shoving my knife into you right here.âÂ
As he jabbed his hand with his fingers straight out, he hit him on the right side of he stomach, making him jump and a small grin quickly formed and disappeared, but not quick enough for Gi-hun not to notice.
âDo you think this is a game, like the others you played with us?â
âNo, no. Sorry, you just caught me off guard.â
âBecause I could really hurt you right now. All I have to do is stab you right here and youâd be finished.â Gi-hun said making the same jab motion to his stomach. But this time, a true smile appeared, and In-ho grabbed his hand.Â
In-ho glared at his old friend now, holding his hand tightly. Gi-hun being completely oblivious because he was so overcome with emotion, didnât put any of this together, until he reached for In-hoâs knee to pull his hand back, and another smile appeared, and In-ho grabbed his other hand.
âStop it.â In-ho said quietly, not looking into Gi-hunâs eyes. He finally let his hands go. âI donât like being touched.â He said with more confidence but realized that Gi-hun understood his problem right now. âIf you want to stab me, then just go ahead and do it.â
With his mouth slightly opened, Gi-hun realized what he was saying without saying and he almost grabbed his knife, but again, he didnât. He deep down didnât want to kill him. But he did want him to suffer. âNo, I donât think I need my knife after all.â He said as he lunged at In-ho, who was caught off guard by how quickly he moved and how strong he was.
Adrenaline was pumping through Gi-hunâs veins. Both hands reached out and grabbed each side of In-hoâs sides, squeezing them, forcing out a genuine laugh this time from In-ho, who doubled down, wrapping his hands around his arms, trying to peel him off.Â
But Gi-hun had some amazing strength, like a vice grip. He wouldnât let go. In-ho at this time was laughing out loud, his face turning red from laughing and embarrassment. He never told his friend how ticklish he actually was, like it would ever come up in the scenario they were in. And he also hadnât been tickled since he was a kid. He was definitely touch starved and could feel the tickles move through his body, creating giggles to pour out of his mouth.
This created a sense of dominance and even a smile started to form over Gi-hunâs face. He actually was enjoying himself. So, he then shot his hands up under his arms and squeezed the hollows of his arm pits, making him scrunch up into a ball even more.
âWhaaaaaatttt??? Nohahahaaa!â Words couldnât form as In-ho laughed hysterically.
âWhatâs the matter, Frontman? Did I find you little weakness? Do all your men know this is how to take you out?â
In-ho was laughing and shaking his head no, almost answering him. And in an instant, he stopped tickling him, giving him a false sense of security. Starting to pull back his hands slowly, he then reached with speed to his hips and began the relentless tickling again.
âNaahaaaaaa, ssssttttoototppppppp!!!â
âNo, I donât think I will. You deserve this! Say you deserve this!â Gi-hun yelled over the laughing, which was now turning into gasping. He loved the control he had over him, making him suffer and making him hear what he had to say.
He slowed up again, allowing the false sense of security to creep over. âPlease, no more.â In-ho breathed heavy, shaking his head no.
âOh, but I need to make sure you really can feel this and really know how much pain and suffering you inflicted on everyone. He shot his hands on his knees and thighs quickly.
This made the Frontman jump into the air, falling onto the ground. He grabbed firmly at his wrists but couldnât get him to budge an inch. There were tears sliding down his read face, gasping. And then Gi-hun stopped. He kneeled down to In-ho, who was laying flat on the ground.
Gi-hun reached to pat his leg and In-ho violently kicked away, waiting for the attack to begin again. âYou know friend, if I knew this about you, I think I would have done this way sooner. Even in the darkest part of our journey.â He had a smile on his face. He knew he couldnât hurt him, and he shouldnât. He would be no better than anyone else.
âI suppose I could tickle you until you agree never to go back to that island, but I donât think you would mean it.â He paused, starting to stand up, looking down at the defeated man, who was starting to sit up now on his elbows, still breathing heavy. In-ho looked straight up and shook his head no. âThatâs what I thought. So, you see, I have a guy on the inside now. You will retire as Frontman form these games, or I will make my phone call.â
âThe games wonât end with me.â
âI know, but then I will deal with the next frontman differently.â He reached his hand down to lift up his defeated friend. âDeal?â
In-ho grabbed his hand and was pulled off the floor, standing now. âNo deal.â He breathed.
Gi-hun smiled and started to walk away. âGood, this will be more fun for me anyway.â He walked to the door and opened it. Before stepping out, he looked back at his weathered friend. âI will be back to do this again, you know. And if you arenât here, Iâll find you. You know this, right?â
He shook his head yes, not saying a word. Just stood there with a small grin and his old friend closed the door behind him.
Hello! this is Moonlight Anon, and this is my gift for @pingobuparts. a little Guzman and Plumeria doodle lol. Teaching a lesson to the boss with the help of the of so helpful salandits. hope you like it!
(apologies, I completely missed this in the squealing santa DMs until now)
Hi there @kusuguricafe !! Bunny/đ°anon here to bring you your gift at long last! Apologies it took so long and that I couldn't do more. Christmas was very busy for me this year. But I still wanted to finish your gift before the year ends! I hope you like it! Happy holidays and happy new year!!
My signal is spotty and I'm trying to send out extension requests to many of you so if you haven't received your gift yet or a DM your Santa has probably requested an extension
I'll be in the main city close to me within a few hours so will make sure to let everyone know what's happening then :)
