The afternoon sun bathed the palace courtyard in gold, casting long shadows across the sparring circle. Ty Lee bounced on her toes, hands poised, eyes twinkling.
“Ready?” she chirped.
Across from her, Mai rolled her eyes. “You’re always ready. Let’s just get this over with.”
She moved in a blur—throwing knives from her sleeves, each one aimed precisely. Ty Lee cartwheeled, flipped, and ducked around every single one like it was a game of tag. She came in low, landed a perfect roll, and—tap-tap-tap—three swift strikes to Mai’s shoulder, wrist, and lower back.
Mai froze. Mid-throw.
“Ugh.” Her arm dropped uselessly. “Chi blocking again. Cheap shot.”
“It’s not a cheap shot, it’s an art form!” Ty Lee beamed, hands on her hips. “That was a clean win, Miss Daggers.”
Mai just stood there, arms limp, her usual blank expression firmly in place. “Not a win. I can still glare you to death.”
Ty Lee huffed. “Oh, come on! You’re paralyzed, Mai. That means you lost.”
No response.
Ty Lee poked her ribs once. “Maiiiiii.”
Nothing. Not even a twitch.
She poked again. Harder. This time, right beneath the ribs. Mai jerked slightly—and then—
“Pff.”
A tiny, unmistakable giggle.
Ty Lee froze. Her eyes widened, lips slowly curling into a mischievous grin. “Waaait a second…”
“Don’t.” Mai warned, her voice still monotone but now edged with panic.
“Oh-ho-ho, don’t what?” Ty Lee sang, wiggling her fingers with exaggerated slowness. “Don’t do… this?”
Wiggle-wiggle-wiggle—right at Mai’s sides.
Mai twitched violently, then broke into a sudden burst of stifled laughter.
“Ty—Lee—DON’T—ha—STOP—”
“Wow, for someone so deadpan, you’re so alive right now!” Ty Lee giggled gleefully.
She danced around Mai like a sugar-high lemur, poking under her arms, tracing circles along her ribs, then zeroing in on the real jackpot—Mai’s bare feet, still planted stiffly in her sandals.
“Oh no,” Ty Lee gasped dramatically. “Look at these poor, unprotected feet! Who would dare tickle them?”
“Ty Lee, I swear, I will—HAHAA—NO—NOT MY FEET—”
She slipped a sandal off with ease and ran her fingers down the sole. Mai let out a shocked bark of laughter.
Now it was full-on.
“S-stahahap—this is childish—”
“Admit defeat!” Ty Lee sang, now scribbling her fingers under Mai’s knees and wiggling up her sides like a human tickle machine. “Say ‘Ty Lee is the greatest chi-blocking princess ever’ and I might consider mercy!”
Mai tried to glare, but her head flopped uselessly, her stoic mask crumbling under helpless giggles. “T-ty—Lee—NOHOHO—YOU—giggle fiend—”
“Giiiiggle fiiiiend~?” Ty Lee pouted. “That’s not very nice. Maybe you need to be reminded of who’s in charge…”
She unleashed the combo: ribs + underarms + a foot scribble. Mai buckled (as much as she could while paralyzed), laughing so hard her usual monotone broke into high-pitched gasps.
“OKAY! YOU WIN! YOU WIN!”
Ty Lee stopped instantly, arms in the air like she just scored in a pro-bending match. “Victoryyyyy~!”
Mai stood there, breathing hard, hair in her face, cheeks pink, trying to regain her dignity.
“…If you tell anyone about this, I’ll throw a dagger between your teeth.”
Ty Lee just grinned. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
Pause.
“…Unless you ever try to say you’re not ticklish again.”
Mai sighed. “I hate you.”
“Awwww. I love you too!” Ty Lee chirped, skipping off before another dagger could come flying.
Could I get ler!Toph and lee!Aang from ATLA with Day 17?
TickleTober Day 17 - Raspberries
~It’s been a hot sec since I’ve written anything ATLA-related! Toph and Aang are the best duo over and you cannot prove me wrong (if you can, shhhhh). Thank you for the request, and I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Aang
Ler: Toph
Summary: While the group is on a calm streak, Aang is stuck with a killer lee-mood. Toph catches on after some fumbling by Aang and, with some persuasion, makes sure he gets the tickles he deserves.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
The Gaang were having a lucky streak as of late; there had been no attacks, no close-calls during supply runs, and fresh water at every one of their campsites. They were allowed to relax amongst themselves, each enjoying the rare leisure.
Well, they were all trying to, with varying levels of success. Zuko rarely ever relaxed, Katara was almost always on edge, and Aang…
Well, he had his own problems.
On the second day of their streak, he woke up with a rather inconvenient feeling in his stomach. It wasn’t painful or sickening, but it definitely made things difficult. Especially when it didn’t go away, even after three days of trying to ignore it.
A bubbly, fuzzy feeling hummed in his chest, making him giddy and a tad jumpy. The stubborn blush on his cheeks refused to leave, no matter how much water he drank or air he’d bent to fan himself. The mood itself was nothing dangerous; it was how it affected him around others.
Aang could not handle anyone’s wiggling fingers. And, just his luck, Toph was insistent on practicing her more refined bending techniques.
The girl flexed each of her fingers deliberately, causing jagged and thin spikes of rock to jut up from the ground. It really was impressive to earthbend at such a fine scale, though he was more focused on the movement of her hands.
Why did the technique have to look so much like tickling? It was truly unfair; the butterflies in his stomach spread all the way up to his throat, turning his ears and cheeks pink. He didn’t even notice he was staring until she called him out.
“Hey, twinkle-toes! You need something, or are my hands just that pretty to ya?” A pebble hit the side of Aang’s head, startling him out of his daze. If he thought he was blushing before, it was a thousand times worse now.
“S-sorry, Toph!” Averting his gaze, Aang quickly found an interesting rock to stare at. He forgot she could sense his heartbeat; she knew something was off within a second.
“What’sa matter with you? You’re all…jumpy.” It wasn’t the right word, but it was the only one she could think of at the moment. While she couldn’t literally see him, her gaze was still intimidating; Toph was demanding a true answer.
“Uh…nothing?” Wow, his voice was so squeaky. That wasn’t even close to believable, was it?
“Seriously, Aang? Try again.”
Nope, not at all.
“...you’re gonna make fun of me.” Aang pouted, sighing as he tried to keep his voice level. He knew Toph wouldn’t be cruel, but it was still embarrassing.
“Woah, hold it. If you’ve got a problem, I promise I’ll listen. I care about you, dummy.” Toph punched his shoulder just gently enough to let him know she was there for him. Wow. He felt ridiculous and supported; it was an interesting combination.
“I…okay.” With a resigned huff, he told the truth. Well, vaguely, but still. “It’s the thing, you know?” He wiggled his fingers in emphasis, hoping she could see it with her bending.
Toph obviously could – the wording alone gave him away – but she wanted to push just a bit. “What thing?” She wasn’t being mean, as she promised – just antagonistic. “Are you doing something with your hands again? You do know I’m blind, right?”
The Avatar groaned, knowing he was gonna have to out-right say it. Jeez, why was he always the one being forced to ask?
“The…tickling thing. Mood. Thing.” He sounded very embarrassed to admit it, which made Toph’s grin soften. She knew his mood had to be pretty strong for him to act that shy.
“Alright, alright. C’mere, twinkle-toes.” The earthbender plopped down in the grass, crossed her legs, and patted her lap expectantly. No judgment, no weird questions, nothing. Man, she was a good friend…
Aang tried to suppress the already-building giggles as he laid down, a nervous grin tugging at his lips. Anticipation always got to him, especially when it came to Toph’s “assistance.”
“Okay, smiles. Try not to hit me in the face.” Pushing Aang’s arms above his head, she got to work. Slow, teasing fingers walked down his arms, going from his wrists to his armpits. Barely two seconds in, and he was already struggling to keep them up.
“T-Tohoph, thihis is- EEK! COHOHOME OHOHON!”
Toph had gone from slow teases to drilling into his pits in mere seconds, quickly driving him up the wall. Sure, he was loving it, but that drastic change had sent a tickly jolt through his whole upper body.
“I’m barely getting started, twinkle-toes. Better buckle up!” She gave him the playful warning before targeting his stomach, causing his arms to come crashing down in an instant. It was his worst spot, and she knew it.
“NAHAHAHAHA! TOHOHOPH! IHIT- IT TIHIHICKLES!” Aang started rolling around in her lap, and she let him, loving the mental sight of her wiggle-worm-ing friend. It sounded and felt so cute; she could hear his heartbeat, helping her guess what level of blush he was currently at. It was almost supernova already.
Man, he really was in a mood, wasn’t he?
“Do you want some fruit, Aang?” They both knew what she was really asking, his spike in heart rate tattling on him. His tells really were too easy to point out.
Toph let out a small hum of approval when he nodded, shoving aside his robes for the day. He was left in his shorts, the flowy fabric of his top bunched up at his shoulders.
Aang was already wiggling, fake-shoving at her head whenever she teasingly got closer. Toph’s goal wasn’t to fluster or tease him, though; her mission was to wreck the living daylights out of him. So, that’s what she did.
The second her lips buzzed against his skin, he knew he was done for. The boy shrieked, thrashing and kicking and bucking beneath her tickly torment. Not once, she noted, did he put even a fraction of real effort into pushing her head away. He really was enjoying it…
“Aww, you’re being so loud! You’re lucky nobody’s dumb enough to attack us right now; I might not even hear them coming.” Okay, now she was teasing. It was still light-hearted, but more geared towards flustering rather than amusing.
“SHUHUHU- *hic* OHOHO NOHOHO!” Aang couldn’t help but whine as he felt the hiccups begin. If he was really getting it, like he was then, little hiccups wormed their way into his diaphragm and made breathing that much harder. They also sounded completely childish, embarrassing him as the cherry on top.
“Oho yeah! Squeaky’s back!” Toph had named his hiccups “Squeaky” after the sharp, shrill noise they always produced. It was so dumb, but they both loved it.
Toph continued to blow raspberry after raspberry, making his poor stomach turn red from all the contact. The noises were utterly ridiculous, only making Aang laugh and hiccup harder.
The silly form of tickling had always been one of Aang’s weaknesses. Besides his general affinity for them, the intense sensations never failed to render him a laughing, squealing mess. Raspberries were any ler’s “Get Out of Jail Free” card for wrecking him.
His mood was definitely subsiding. He felt the constant buzzing and fuzz die down, replaced with the jolting electricity of the tickles running through his nervous system. It always amused him how he pretty much traded one embarrassing sensation for the other, but he didn’t say anything. Not that he even could, what with all that laughing.
When his hiccups became more violent and his laugh wheezy, Toph stopped her tickling in favor of patting and running a hand along his upper back. She could feel his shoulders shaking as he recovered, giggling off after effects and general giddiness.
“O-oho my…wow. Thank you, Toph.” Aang grinned sheepishly, obviously feeling a lot better after that pesky lee mood was dealt with. It had been both fun and relieving: a perfect combo.
Toph waved a hand, feigning indifference that Aang could tell was faker than Sokka’s fire nation beard. “Don’t worry about it, man. I’m always here if you need your butt handed to you again.”
That statement, no matter how juvenile, warmed his heart. Toph really was an amazing friend to him and the others. He didn’t know what he’d do without her. Knowing her, that declaration would probably get him lovingly socked one for being mushy, so he said the next best thing.
“Hey…can you show me that needle-rock thing? It looked really cool, and it’d probably be useful in fights.”
Hii! For the fruit shop, could you do lemon for ATLA? Maybe Sokka is being a brat and Aang, Toph, and Katara pin him and tickle him? Maybe have them use raspberries and focus on his belly button? Finally, since I hc that Katara sits on top of Sokka when tickling him because he HATES it, could u integrate that as well? Thanks!
Fruit(s): Lemon
Sure! I’m loving that I left room for hcs; the ones I’ve gotten so far are so fun and cute! These goobers need some more attention from me, especially Sokka. Thank you for requesting, I hope you Enjoy!
Lee: Sokka
Lers: Katara, Aang, Toph
Summary: Sokka is being more of a brat than usual. Katara decides to teach him a lesson, the others joining in to help.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
“What? It’s not my fault I’m smarter than you.”
Toph launched a rock at his head, making the boy yelp and duck. It was game night for the Gaang, trivia being their first segment. She could swear he was cheating; she just hadn’t figured out how he was doing it. Yet.
“I’ll show you smarter, you little-” Katara cut in before Aang’s innocence could be spoiled any further. “Oh-kay! Sokka, quit being you. Toph, watch what you say, even if he does deserve it.”
Aang just sighed, pulling the next trivia card. Sokka had been stirring trouble the whole night. “Uh, who was the oldest confirmed Avatar to have lived?” He had made most of the cards, that one included. Sokka looked down for a moment, twisting his sleeve before answering. “Avatar Kyoshi at 230, easy!”
At that moment, Toph growled and sent a pillar of stone for Sokka’s head. It narrowly missed him, his coat slipping off as he struggled to dodge it. There, written on his arm, were the answers to all the trivia questions. Oh, that little- “I KNEW IT! No way you could get all those questions right!”
Sokka just chuckled as his friends surrounded him, backing closer and closer towards the wall of the tent.. “Ehehe…uh, we can talk about this, right?” His back hit the cloth, the exit flap over behind his friends. “R-right…?”
The teen had been a brat the entire day. Not in his usual “I’m so funny” way, but in a “I’m arrogant and need to be taken down a peg” way. Cheating was the final straw, and his friends were more than happy to be the ones to bring him back to Earth.
Katara was the first to attack, lunging at him like she had so many times before. She tackled her brother to the floor of the tent, making sure his head hit his bed roll before pinning him. Sokka kicked and squirmed underneath her, hating how she got the upper hand. “Get off! C’mon, it was just a little advantage!”
Toph sent a pebble at his head, making him whine. “A little advantage?! You had all the trivia answers right in front of you! That’s blatant cheating!”
She had a very fair point. Sokka, looking for any way out of his predicament. He tried calling out to Aang. “Aang! Y-you’re all about second chances, right? Help me out here!”
The Avatar just sighed, trying to keep his growing smile at bay. “Well, that’s normally true. But cheating at my trivia game? I think that deserves some punishment.” He squawked, trying twice as hard to get out of his sister’s hold. Toph chuckled, cracking her knuckles. “Katara, show him what happens to cheaters.”
Then something none of the kids, besides Sokka, were expecting. The boy squealed before bursting into loud, bubbly laughter. She was…tickling him? Toph groaned. “Awe, c’mon! Where’s the waterlogging? The ear-pulling? Literally anything besides this?!”
Aang just chuckled, smiling as Katara tormented her brother. “I think it’s a much better alternative to violence. We don’t need to hurt each other every time something annoying happens.”
The jerk in question was squirming, twisting, bucking and kicking to try and get Katara off him. She was barely even doing anything, but his pride was being stomped on and pulverized. “K-Kahataraha! I- Ihi’m gohonaha kihihill youhuuhu!”
She skittered her fingers across his navel, smiling down at him. “Maybe someone shouldn’t have been such a skunk-bat the whole day. You guys mind helping instead of bickering? It’s a lot more fun than it looks.”
The bubbly boy needed no further convincing. He knelt down by Sokka’s flailing arms, bending some stone to hold them in place above his head. “I gotta try this.” Smiling wide, Aang dug his fingers into Sokka’s hollows. The boy screeched, thrashing in the rocky restraints. “NAHAHAHO! YOUHUHU AHALL SUHUHUHUCK!”
That was enough out of him. Toph chuckled darkly, taking a seat on his shins. “It’s a sissy way of doing things, but fine; boomer-boy seems to hate it, so it’s good enough.” She dug into the undersides of his knees, letting her calloused fingers do most of the work. That did the trick. “GYAAAH! TOHOHPH NOHOHO!”
Aang felt a bit bad, easing up his touch to one finger per hollow. He didn’t wanna overwhelm his friend, though the two girls had no problems with it. Katara was feeling extra evil, slowly lifting the hem of Sokka’s shit up to his ribs. “Hmph. You gonna apologize?”
He could’ve just said sorry right there and survived. Sokka, doing the obvious, smart thing? Nah, not his style. “G-GOHO CLEHEHEAN APPA’S TOHOHOES!”
That was all Katara needed to be cruel. Taking a deep breath, she aimed for his navel and blew a raspberry straight on it. Sokka was gone.
“GHK- GAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHATAHRAHAHA!” Aang’s eyes widened as he saw Sokka’s crazed reaction. “Wow Sokka, I never knew you were so ticklish…”
The water tribe warrior would have yelled at him, but Katara blew another raspberry before he could get another word out. Sokka squealed and kicked, reminded of all the times Katara had done the same thing in their youth. Be it in retaliation to something, or just to cheer him up, his sister could always get him laughing.
“Ohokay. As much as I’m enjoying the show, we can’t kill the dork. I think he’s learned his lesson.” Backing up the earthbender, Sokka forced out an apology. “IHIHI’M SAHAHAHORRY!”
She sighed, pulling his shirt back down. “Fiiiine. You guys are no fun.” She climbed off of her brother, patting his chest. He groaned and kicked at her, curling into himself as he giggled the phantom sensations away. “See? Perfectly fine.”
His friends chuckled, Toph releasing his arms from the stone cuffs. “Welp, I’m entertained. I think we should add “Tickle the Life Outta Sokka” to game night. Makes things way more fun.”
“G-glahad you’re all hahaving fun with my misery.” Sokka apparently still had the energy to sass them, though it was clear his extra brattiness was gone. Aang nudged his side, making the warrior slip into his sleeping bag. “I’m going to bed, ya buncha jerks.”
“Love you too, Sokka. Night.” Katara chuckled, bending a bit of water into his cup before turning back to the others. Game night continued, though they did keep things down for the grumpy fighter’s sake. Sokka turned away from them, his sleeping bag closed up to his mouth. Toph just smirked, knowing that underneath it was a small, happy smile.
For #24 (pinned) could you write a fic where Katara sits on top of Aang and tickles him because he’s teasing her?
TickleTober Day 24 - Pinned
I'm sorry this was a day late, this week has been a lot for me. Still, I'm doing my best to get these out! It's been a hot minute since I've done anything for ATLA. Hopefully these goobers aren't too OOC! Again, sorry for the delay, and I hope you Enjoy!
Lee: Aang
Ler: Katara
Summary: Aang is feeling extra cheeky and decides that teasing Katara is a good idea. Little does he know that she's got a few tickly tricks up her sleeve.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
The cool, restraining ice held Aang's arms above his head; he had gone a bit too far. "Better get ready, you little jerk." Oh boy… she sounded so fed up with him.
What got him in this position, you might ask? It all started that morning…
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Aang knew from the moment he woke up that he was in a bratty mood. He didn't exactly know why, but he felt an intense urge to annoy the hell out of his friends. One waterbender in particular seemed especially teasable… he couldn't resist. The mood needed to be satiated, and Katra was always fun to toy with.
"Heeeeey, beautiful. What'cha doing?" Katana whipped her head around, blushing slightly from the unexpected nickname. "Oh- Just, uhm, sorting out our maps. We've still got quite a while before we reach the next village."
He smirked, looking over the maps. They did have a few hours before Appa got them to the small village; it was a morale-based trip. Ever since taking down the Fire Nation's empire and restoring balance, more and more work needed to be done. Especially in the smaller villages that were ravaged during the battles.
Aang was far from done, though. Her blush was adorable, of course, but the single tease had done little to help his mood. Katara wouldn’t mind a few more, right? “Thanks, you’re the best! I don’t know what I’d do without you!” He slung an arm around her shoulder, pulling the girl in for a tight side-hug.
What had gotten into him? Katara tried to laugh off her fluster, squirming out of the hug after a second. She didn’t mind his silliness, but that was a bit excessive and cheesy, even for him. “You doing okay, Aang? You’re…very touchy today.”
The sort-of-teen snickered, shrugging. “I dunno. Can’t I shower my partner in praise? I mean, you make it easy; you’re adorable.” He poked her side, knowing he was playing a dangerous game. Katara flinched away from the touch with a repressed giggle, wide-eyed. Adorable? He was asking for trouble…
“Aang, I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but don’t. I can and will shove you out of this saddle.” That should have been his cue to stop and just enjoy the ride with her. Unfortunately for Katara, the Avatar wasn’t known for picking up on those, much less paying attention to them. Aang scooted closer to her, slowly sneaking his hand towards her ribs. He didn’t think it through before he did it.
He sneakily scribbled down her ribcage, not thinking of the repercussions. Katara squeaked, a giggle slipping out before she reacted. Water flew from her canteen, quickly snaking itself around Aang’s arms and pinning him to the floor of the saddle before freezing. Tugging at his icy binds, he realized he was stuck. Katara had full access to his spots, thanks to his loose traveling clothes, and he was too giddy to stop her.
Now that you’re all caught up, let’s get back to Katara’s revenge...
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Katara flexed her fingers, slowly wiggling them over the boy’s belly. With him pinned like that, she had all the time in the world to tease him. “I’ll give you one chance to redeem yourself. Why are you being such a snot?”
He giggled, squirming under her teasing nails. She knew exactly what she was doing; he couldn’t tell if he loved or hated it. “Uhum- I juhust wanted to shohohow you hohow awesome you ahahare?” Okay, that was kinda cute. Still, she couldn’t let his goofy teases go unpunished.
“Hmm…not good enough.” Chuckling, Katara climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. In seconds, her nails were scribbling under his arms. His reaction was instant; loud laughter flew from his mouth as he tried to squirm. “GaaAAH! KAHATARAHAHA! NOHOT THEHERE!”
She snickered, drilling her fingers into his hollows. If there’s one thing she loved about Aang, it was his laugh. Usually he was so carefree, letting the sound flow freely, bringing life and joy to the air. The only difference then was that he was pinned under her, laughing uncontrollably. Still, breathtaking.
“You should be bratty more often. Gives me plenty of chances to do this~” Her nails moved slowly across his exposed skin, taking full advantage of the robe’s slanted cut. “PLEHEHEASE! TH-THIHIS IHISN’T FAHAHAIR!” Aang was starting to regret teasing her. He couldn’t just sit and wait out the flying bison ride… well, at least it wasn't that terrible.
Katara scoffed, shaking her head at the boy. “Really? How is it not fair? You teased me first; I’m just returning the favor.” She leaned her head down, whispering in his ear. “Besides, we both know you don’t hate this~” The teen wouldn’t be that cruel, though. She moved her fingers down to his sides, taking the focus off his worst spot.
Uuuuugh, why did she have to know him so well? It was criminal how right she always was. “B-buhuhut I dihidn’t tihickle youhuhuhu!” Aang whined through his giggling, tugging at the icy restraints. They weren’t hurting him, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable. Appa’s flying was smooth, giving him zero opportunities to try and flip them.
“That’s true, yeah. But isn’t this so much more fun than me just annoying you back?” Just as she finished her tease, Appa grumbled, taking a quick descent. The pair yelped, Katara’s restraints quickly melting as she lost focus. Aang rocketed upright, zipping over to check on his flying bison.
There was nothing wrong up front; the skies were clear, and the waters calm. Apparently Appa had just grown tired of their silliness. Aang rubbed his red cheeks, giggling off the rest of his giddiness. “Ahappa…did you gehet annoyed with uhus?” The bison grunted again, as if agreeing with the boy.
Katara snorted, shaking her head at the goofy interaction. That amusement faded to nerves, though, when she saw the look on Aang’s face. “You know Katara, you were right. We *do* have a decent way to go before we reach the village…”
It wasn’t long before laughter filled the air once again, joy radiating from the saddle and smiles from both parties. Rides like those were the best, even if Appa had to put up with their shenanigans.
Genre: This fiction is about tickling, so if you don't feel like reading it, then don't do it.
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"Okay, well, now stay still-" Zuko said to you.
You were a young firebender who had asked him to train you so you would be better.
And he did now. Zuko trained you. Not only firebending, but also sword fighting and dicipline.
For the last point, he had asked you to stay still in a hard position while he would do some things with you.
You had an exhausting position, but you wanted to keep still because you wanted him to be proud of you. At least once...
While you were trying your best to keep still and not move, he hit you with his sword. Not that it would hurt you, he would never hurt you, but that you could maybe fall over or something like that, in case - that you fail.
He then hit your side softly. Not hard, but you just... didn't expect it. So you let out a little squeal and jumped away.
"You failed." Zuko smirked.
He thought, he knew the reason, because he knew it from himself.
But Zuko enjoys silently, so he just told you to try again and again and always did the same move, to pinch your side softly and ticklish-
You always reacted the same though.
"Could you PLEASE stop doing this?" you whined after the 8th time.
"Why? Because you always fail...? In a... actually really cute way?" he smiled.
"Uhm- what...?" you blushed a bit by him calling you cute.
"I failed. Nothing cute about this..." you mumbled.
But Zuko had very good ears ... and of course our prince heard you.
"It is indeed cute! Look!" he came over to you and simply poke your side.
"aaAAH!" You squealed and jumped away - again...
You then blushed because this was SO embarassing---
But he didn't find it embarassing at all -just ... cute. And he wanted to do it again.
"I think you failed for a REALLY human reason. You're ticklish! Very ticklish I think." he said in a serious way.
"Uhm... w-what? N- no I was just... surprised?" you tried to save yourself but you just made it worse.
"Oh I see, you were surprised... Aha." he said and walked closer to you.
"I guess you're surprised now too!" he shouted and jumped on top of you, making you fall to the ground.
He took place on your tighs and looked down at you with a proud look on his face.
"I gotchu" he smiled. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was about to do.
"N-no Zuko d-don't please we can talk about this just... let me go PLEASE!" you begged but he just shook his head, still smiling.
Then he placed his hands at your sides. And did... nothing. He just touched you. No tickling.
You let your breath out. Maybe he didn't want to-
yes he wanted.
He then started to poke and scribble and squeeze all over your sides as you didn't expect it. Mean lord. Very mean lord~
Well... but you did react way more than he expected...I guess. Because he just stopped and looked at you surprised as you started to scream-giggle from his tickling.
You blushed and covered your mouth and face because you thought that he thought that this was an ugly way to laugh. Well... he didn't.
What he actually thought was that this was the cutest shit he has ever heard. But our Zuko isn't the best in showing his feelings, so he left you insecure and just continued making you make these adorable sounds.
He changed his spot to your tummy, squeezing, clawing and poking all over it. He was clearly having fun. (You can decide if it would be fun for you too ^^)
You squirmed and wiggled around under Zuko, but no chance-
"Zukooohohohoho stooohohohop" you tried to say but he just laughed with you.
Yes right- he laughed along with you....
If your eyes weren't closed, you would have screamed even more. He stopped. "Have I gone too far?" he asked neutral.
What extremely irritated you. One second, he was laughing and the next he had almost no expression on his face.
"Uhm... n-no?" you ask-said insecure.
"GREAT!" he shouted and tickled now your ribs. He dug in there and clawed over them, making you wiggle around even more.
"Naaaahhahahaaaa noohohohoo Zukooohhohoo" you laughed. He just continued doing this for like ten minutes, then your laugher went silent and you just shook your head left and right.
He stopped again and sat next to you. "I'm sorry Y/n" he apologized. "It's - It's okay" you said and smiled shyly.
"Really? Oh... Okay" he said, a bit irritated. "Well" he said and stood up.
"Let's continue with the training" there was again this neutral face expression.
"What's wrong with that guy...?" you mumbled and of course he heard it again-
"Unless you're to exhausted now~" he said smirking and you covered your red face with your hands.
"ZUKO!" you shouted embarassed- angry and he just chuckled.
× End ×
A/n: So I wanted to write at least a few for tickletober... and not only Kpop as you can see. I hope you like it, even if it's an ATLA character. I can't say Anime, so I just say ATLA... Btw I really love Zuko, so don't take this too serious, okay? Thank you.
Tickletober prompt 21 with lee Zuko and ler mai from ATLA. Mai is trying to wake up her sleepy boyfriend but Zuko is being difficult until Mai remembers his weakness ;)
Sure! I wrote this kinda late, so sorry for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy!
Lee: Zuko
Ler: Mai
Summary: Zuko won't get up. Fortunately, Mai has just the thing to help.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!
The sun shone in through their bedroom window, casting a warm glow onto the bed. Mai was up, and had just finished getting dressed. They were on the beach for a small trip, and they had their own private place to stay.
It was nearing the afternoon, and Zuko was still fast asleep. She knew his royal duties were tough, but he ought to be up by now. She tried to shake him awake, but was met with a groan. "Come on, Zuko. It's getting late, time to get up."
He just turned away from her, pulling the blankets up to his head. "Mmmm. Later." He could've gotten up, he just didn't want to. The bed was warm and inviting, and getting up felt like climbing a mountain. He'd rather say tucked in and cozy.
Mai was getting impatient. "Come on, you know it's time." Another groan. "If you won't wake up, I'll make you." She sat on the bed, shoving his arm. He decided the be annoying and kick her. It wasn't hard, but she still felt it. "That's it. Time to get up, now."
She lunged at him, landing on top. In seconds, she had him pinned. He was still groggy, so he wasn't putting up much of a fight, still hadn't processed what was happening. "Mai? What're you doing?" She smirked. "This."
She pulled back the covers, exposing his bare chest. Then, ever so slowly, ran her nails down his torso. He squirmed, repressing the giggles he felt bubbling up.
Mai brought her hand back up, placing it on his abdomen. She spidered her nails, agonizingly slow, out his sides. He was barely holding in his giggles, the soft feeling somehow much worse than if she were actually tickling him. "Staying stoic doesn't do anything but make it worse. But, do what you want."
He only lasted a few more seconds before he broke. Low, breathy giggles flowed into the room. "Mhmhmhahai! Noho!" Now that the wall was down, she picked up speed, adding in her other hand. "Hehehey! Quihihitit!"
Zuko was awake now, starting to make a real effort to escape. Unfortunately for him, Mai had him pinned pretty well. He couldn't move much, and he had slept without a shirt, so he was exposed. Shoot.
Mai ignored him, moving down to his hips. She knew this was a bad spot, but he deserved it for making her wait. "MAHAHAHAI! COHOHOME OHON!"
She pinched and scratched at the sensitive area, circling the bone and scratching at the skin. Her nails were an advantage, making each moment tickle twice as much.
He tried bucking his hips, maybe get her away from the spot. All he did was encourage her to stay. "IHIHI CAHAHAN'T! GEHEHET AWAY!" He practically launched himself upwards, almost knocking her off him. She left his hips alone, figuring he was about done. One thing left to do.
She laid on top of him, lining her head up with his stomach. She sucked in a breath, put her down, and blew a huge raspberry. "NAHAHAHA! IHIHIT-AHAHAHA!
Raspberry after raspberry was blown onto his poor belly, his loud laughter bouncing off the walls. He pushed at her head, kicked out, anything to dull the feeling, make it stop. It was so bad.
Mai stopped eventually, rolling to the side and hopping down from the bed. Zuko curled in on himself, giggling off the tickles lingering on his belly.
Opening Zuko's closet, she picked out a nice outfit for him, laying it out on the bed. She eyed her giggly boyfirend, smiling to herself. He was always cute when he was smiling.
He recovered as she returned with some water, gulping it down. "That was uncalled for." She sighed. "Was it? You wouldn't wake up, and we have things to do today. Plus, it's always fun to see you smile like that."
He got dressed, and they went out for the day. Though he would have rather slept in, he couldn't say it wasn't a fun start to the morning. He wore a smile for the rest of that day, pleasing both himself and his girlfriend.
summary: zuko doesn't want to get up, but mai has other plans.
a/n: FIRST FIC POG!?!??!?!?!? THANK U WIFE FOR REQUESTING
w/c: 769
zuko struggled with accepting affection. not that he didn’t enjoy the affection, he just never knew how to be able to take a hug or how to not dodge a headpat; it was just always his first instinct.
he associated touch with pain and fighting, leading him to want to block or avoid any sort of touch. when he got tickled for the first time in years, he squirmed and shook like a madman.
it’s not that he didn’t like it, he enjoyed it; but zuko just never knew how to accept it. he was known as the squirmiest of the gaang, always needing someone else to help hold him down. well, that was until he met mai. she was always so patient with him, and didn’t care that he squirmed and let him, as it was quite adorable.
he felt bad for always being so squirmy but mai kept persisting that it was fine, cute even. though, the fire lord was only squirmy and trying to unintentionally push away when he was awake. only when he had energy would his instinct be to escape and to resist. this is why mai came up with her master plan.
it was a warm monday morning and zuko slept soundly in his large bed. mai previously got up to take a morning walk, but she couldn’t help but smile to herself when she saw her boyfriend still sleeping like a baby in bed.
“zuko,” she whispered, gently pressing her fingers in his hair as she gently tried to brush through the knots that could’ve formed in his sleep. still asleep, his instinct was to immediately push his face further into his pillow, mumbling something. mai smiled to herself, her fingers continuing; unknowingly making zuko more likely to stay asleep.
“c’mon zu, it’s late. time to wake up.” she couldn’t help a smile that formed on her features as her sleepy boyfriend whined and curled up around the blankets. doing this exposed his back, so she dragged her fingers around meaning to be relaxing, but zuko arched his back as another sleepy whine escaped his lips.
“you gettin’ up?” she asked, leaning down closer to his ear, and zuko just shook his head and dug back into his pillows. with a sigh, mai patted his back and spoke a bit sternly. “it’s time to get up.” she sat up turning zuko over. he covered his face from the sun sneaking through the blinds, pouting.
“no.” he mumbled, turning over. “you’re such a baby.” mai jousted, tracing her nails on his back tracing dangerously close to his side. zuko let out a small gasp, curling up. since the fire palace was warm for obvious reasons, he only slept in shorts and a loose tank top. mai easily snuck her nails up the top and scratched them at his waist and lower back.
“mhmhm.. maaaaai!” he whined again, letting out small and bubbly giggles. it was rare to see zuko this soft, but mai wasn’t complaining. “yes, honey?” she chuckled, sneaking her hands around to trace around his stomach.
“it tihihickles,” zuko mumbled, laying on his back and squirming gently. she just shook her head at her boyfriend and snuck her other hand under his shirt and used it to gently circle his hip bone. zuko bucked his hips and raspy giggles escaped his mouth. despite the tickle attack on him, he never pushed away; and mai was quick to notice with how attentive she was.
“awww, you aren’t even pushing me away!” she spoke enthusiastically, both of her hands circling each side of his waist. zuko only whined in response, not pushing her away, not covering his face, just taking it. it was so cute when he was tired as he didn’t even try to hide how much he loved tickles from his girlfriend.
“now, this will surely wake you up!” she spoke gently with a hint of smug in her voice, as she leaned down and blew a raspberry over the pudgy part of his stomach.
“OKAHAHAY! i’ll geHET UP!” he squealed, pushing her head away. mai took that as a sign that she did well waking him up, and chuckled as he rubbed his stomach to get rid of the tickly feeling raspberries leave. “great. you’re now joining me on my morning walk.” mai held his hand and he slipped on some sandals and walked around the palace’s garden with her.
“you’re evil, y’know that.” zuko mumbled, squeezing her hand. “you didn’t seem to mind, hon.” mai smiled, kissing his cheek. he swears that she makes him softer every single day.
i know we’re already talking headcanons on disc rn but can u gimme some ticklish!zuko hcs?? welcome back baby 💗💗
THANK YOU WIFE!!!!! i am happy to be back :-)
so ticklish zuko.
- he always just have this grumpy demeanour, so he’s automatically the tickle target of team aang
- also probably one of the most ticklish ones-
- zuko is definitely a walking tickle spot too, like there will be a reaction most of the time; unless he chooses to try to ignore it and hide his reaction
- dangerous choice on his part ngl, it leads to more tickles everytime
- i headcannon that the palms of his hands and his stomach are his most ticklish spots
- bc i mean his hands are probably real soft and warm because all the firebending he does!! and they’re just so sensitive from it too so he can’t help but let out a few uncharacteristic giggles!
- mai LOVES to glide her nails over his sides and stomach when he’s half asleep just to see him whine and complain about the tickles, but doesn’t do SHIT to stop it
- mai is just a tickle monster to him. it’s so cute. she makes him soft >:)
- his back is also ticklish and she would just glide her nails around his back and just chuckle at him when he arches his back, but doesn’t stop the “attack”
- he seems like his laugh is really soft and raspy, but if you get him bad he’ll squeal and shriek a lot it’s hilarious, it makes everyone smile
- zuko claims he hates that he’s a tickle target but is so touch and affection starved that he endures the tickles even though he’s fully capable of stopping them
- i can just imagine mai raking her nails gently up and down his sides and he just has these cute lil raspy giggles ahhhhh, its like his favorite pass time
- zuko’s just cute. thats that.
