#bom fic

[succulentsofa]

happy wip wednesday i blinked and wrote 7k of mcpricely fic in 3 days so have . these

[kirishwima]

Someone talking to keith (angst prompt 50)

#50: “You deserve something worse than death. Something worse than hell.” (from these prompts)

I decided to go with Broganes for this one bc holy quiznak i haven’t written broganes ever before

there’s also a bit of Klance bc i couldn’t help it :^)) hope you like it!

This is a Canon Divergence from the Blade of Marmora Trials episode!

P.S: I’m pretty much done with all the prompts in my inbox so you’re more than welcome to send in more <3

*****How long has he been fighting for?

There’s a throbbing in his head, his ribs feel bruised and his knees wobble, but he carries on, wielding his knife from one hand to another, clashing with any body that stands in his way.

Eventually it quiets down, there’s a moment of peace as he falls to his knees succumbing to fatigue. Half his face feels like it’s on fire, vision from his one eye blurry, hair matted to his forehead with sweat.

Was it over?Did he…did he win?The grip he held on his knife grew weaker, but his mind still ran a hundred miles, thoughts clashing.

‘You’re not meant to go through this door’ they kept repeating.

That-could it be?

With shaky legs he got up, noticing the door to the far end of the room open, another pair of soldiers-members of the Blade, come in, right before he run towards one of the trap doors on the floor and slipping in, coming to a short fall.

Through the pain he smiled; huffed a small laugh even.

“Guess I really wasn’t meant to go through that door” he sighed, pressing on through the corridor with slow cautious steps.

He saw a familiar figure standing a few feet ahead, broad shoulders and a familiar tuff of hair greeting him.

He squinted, trying to look through his one good eye.

“Shiro?”

True enough, the person turned, Shiro’s dark eyes and small smile greeting him.

Relief flooded through him, his mind finally at ease at the sight of his friend.

Keith relaxed his stance, taking quicker strides before his legs gave out, hitting the floor with a thud.

Shiro slowly walked towards him, leaning down to reach Keith’s eye level.

“How’re you holding up?”

Keith shook his head, and Shiro smiled, taking a hold of Keith’s arm and pulling him up despite the groan of pain escaping him at the pressure.

“Was all of that really worth it?”

Keith furrowed his brows, looking to Shiro with a wince.

Shiro’s face was the same, the small smile still on his lips despite the monotone sound of his voice.“Isn’t that enough? Don’t you think it’s time to give up now? Voltron needs us. We should head back soon.”

Keith clicked his tongue, ignoring the bursts of pain through his body.

“No. You..you can go back, I’ll meet you after. I need to do this Shiro. I-I need-“

“Do you have to make everything about you?” Shiro sighed, putting a hand to his hip, “Does the greater good not matter to you?”

There was a trembling on his fingertips, breath hitching, lungs bruising against his ribcage.

“I-of course I care! But I have to know Shiro-I need to go through with this. I need to.”

“Do you? Or are you just being selfish?”

That gave Keith pause, his eye widening. What-what was going on?

“There’s so much at stake; the entire universe is in war and all you care about is yourself? Your story?” Shiro’s voice got louder, booming against Keith’s ears, in tandem with the thudding of his heart.

Shiro took another step closer, his armour’s boots thudding onto the metallic floor, his gaze unweavering.

Keith tried to take a step back but stumbled, already straining just to keep himself upright.

“I wonder Keith-do you really deserve to be a paladin? Do you truly deserve praise and honour?”

Shiro grinned, malice seeping through his teeth, his eyes glossed.

This-this couldn’t be-this couldn’t be Shiro, not the one Keith knew, the one that stayed up with him night after night talking about life, the one that helped him open up, the one that taught him it’s okay to be vulnerable, to be trusting;

This wasn’t the Shiro he knew.It couldn’t be.

But there was a small part of him, a voice whispering in his ear that Shiro was right, that he was putting everything in jeopardy for his own sake, there was a feeling swelling in his chest and seeping through his body like blood, the scent overwhelming overpowering-

There were tears forming in his eyes now but he still refused to weaver, straightening his back as Shiro halted inches away from him, the grin still intact.

“Do you know what you really deserve Keith?” he breathed, “you deserve something worse than death. Something worse than hell.”

They stood for a moment, looking eye to eye, Keith’s breaths shaky and his cheeks puffed and swollen, fighting with the tears in his eyes.

But he still held his ground, standing straight despite the shocks of pain, despite the blood he could feel trickling through his sides, the same viscous red that he felt now pooling in his mouth.

“That may be so. But..I still need to know the truth” he said through a mouthful of blood, not breaking eye contact.

“I’ve been disappointing one person after another all my life…it’s nothing new.”

It’s nothing I can’t handle, he kept repeating to himself, like a calming mantra.

Slowly he stepped to the side, and with one last glance to Shiro, took a few steps further down the corridor, walking through the blurred edges of his vision, through the haze, the pain, the tears;

The room was spinning, growing dark;

Soon he felt his eyes flutter shut, the last sound in his ears being a voice calling out his name.

******

He opened his eyes with a gasp, sitting up with wide eyes, a panic rising in his chest, a foul taste in his mouth.

Where-who-what?!

Before he could open his mouth to make a sound, he heard a gasp, cocking his head to the side, hands clenching into fists.

To his surpsise though, the sound didn’t come from another enemy, from any ferocious beast;no it was-it was-

“Lance?”

Lance was sitting by his side, covering his mouth with his hand, nodding his head in response.

“Oh my god we’re so glad you’re alright we put you in the healing pods and you werent’ waking up and we were so worried I-“

He turned to see in front of him, seeing Hunk standing by the foot of the bed he was on, tears welling in the corners of his eyes, continuing to talk at a rate too fast for Keith’s currently sluggish mind to realise.

They-they were all there.

Pidge was sitting on the edge, cross turning to him with a sincere smile, Allura to the side, Coran rushing to Keith with a cup of water and a bowl of goo;

Shiro was there too, standing to the side with his arms crossed, smiling with what Keith could only describe as relief.

Memories slowly crept back to him, head pounding.

“The-the blade of marmora-my knife-“

He looked down to his lap, noticing the knife, the one he grew up keeping to his hip, placed there by Pidge with a knowing nod.

“Shiro said you completed the trials. Passed out right after and woke up briefly when you were coming back on the Red Lion, but passed out again soon after. You’ve been knocked out for a couple hours.” she shrugged.

Keith nodded slowly, taking in the new information.

“So are they-will they help us?”

Shiro walked closer.“Kolivan actually came back with us. He’ll talk the fine details through with me and Allura. He-“

A loud groan interrupted Shiro.

“Who cares?! Keith just woke up! And he’s okay! Let him rest up before you info-vomit him!”

Lance huffed, and before Keith could get another word in, there were hands coming to wrap around him, a head of brown tufts of hair on his shoulder, hiding on the crook of his neck.

Lance-

Lance was hugging him.

He breathed in, taking a moment to compose himself.

Okay.Okay.

Nota big deal. He just-he just had a very, very attractive boy hugging him.

Keith could live with that.He hoped.

He brought his hands up gingerly, to rest on Lance’s back, which prompted squeals all around, Hunk joining in and wrapping his arms around them both while yelling ‘Group hug!’

Soon enough Keith found himself squished between five people, all smiling, telling him they were happy he was alright.

It took a little more for everyone to quiet down, leaving reluctantly after Allura pushed them to, reminding them ‘there is work to be done and it won’t get done by itself’.

One by one they started to leave, Lance throwing one last reluctant look Keith’s way before all but running outside the infirmary, his hands hidden in the sleeves of his hoodie.

Keith couldn’t help the smile that wouldn’t leave his lips.Nor the warm feeling pooling in his chest.

“Someone’s happy.”

He looked up, realising Shiro was still in the room, now moving to sit on the side of the bed.

Keith nodded, knowing full well just how flustered he must’ve looked.

“You know, Lance’s a good kid-but you’ll probably have to straight up just tell him you like hi-“

“Shiro!” he squealed, his voice more high pitched than he’d thought it to be, “No! I-no I’m not-I-“

That brought Shiro to laugh, soft huffs at first before it evoked into a full blown laughter, making Keith shake his head, cheeks flushing.

“Really though. I’m happy for you.”

Keith didn’t dare look him in the eye, fiddling instead with the knife in his hands.

“You-we’re all a team. A family even. You know that right?”

Keith nodded.

“And..you know you can rely on me too right?”

That made him look to Shiro, whose face turned solemn, a small frown and creases forming on his forehead.

“Shiro, of course. You’re the first and closest friend I’ve had.”

Shiro nodded, his expression lacking conviction.

“During the trials-you..you remember talking to me.”

It was more a statement than a question, but Keith nodded nonetheless.

“You know that wasn’t me right?”

“I figured it out” he laughed, tone ironic.

“You were shown what you had in mind subconciously. What you saw and heard..it was what you believed.”

Shiro shifted, turning to fully face Keith, frown deepening.

“Keith, why would you believe all that about yourself?”

He sighed, knowing there wasn’t a way to escape this conversation.

It was a topic he and Shiro talked about many times before, even back in the garisson.

“I’m..I’ve always felt like that, you know that. I don’t know how to interact, how to act, how to not push people away. I know I can be selfish, and stubborn, and hot-headed, but I thought that maybe if I find out the truth about who I am, I might just..I don’t know. Feel normal?” he shrugged, words struggling to come out.

“I just..I’m used to being a disappointment. At least this time I had good reason to be one.”

Shiro shook his head, putting a hand to Keith’s shoulder-the one that wasn’t covered in bandages, squeezed.

“You’re not a disappointment Keith. You never were. You have a right to know about who you are, and where you come from, and no one here would ever consider you selfish for it.”

Each word brought a breath of relief through Keith’s lungs, the clench in his heart easing.

“We’re here for you. Always.”

“But what if-“ he started, voice lowering, “what if what I find out..about who I am..what if it’s not what I want to?”

He felt his voice shake. “The Blade accepted me. They said-said I have Galra blood. Shiro what if it was better to not know all along?”

Shiro smiled, eyes soft, so different to the malice Keith sensed in his hallucinations.

Shiro would never look at him with hatred.None of his friends would.

“Knowing won’t change who you are. Ignorance isn’t bliss Keith; but knowledge isn’t a death sentence either. Finding out where you come from doesn’t change the person you are.”“Do you think I can be normal? Even after all of that?”

“I think you can be yourself. And that’s more important than any sense of normalcy”, he said, continuing with a shake of his head, “besides, is any of this really normal? You being half-alien is honestly the most normal thing that has happened lately.”

That made Keith laugh, the weight on his mind slowly lightening.

It’d take some time to get used to it.

But he had a place he belonged in.

He had people who would accept him.

He had a family.

*****

asjakffjslf this is bad and i didn’t proofread it  im sorry but yeah, im definitely writing more broganes in the future :^))

[spooky-ticklish-hell-dream]

The Worst

Hello! This is a separate fic from the main series. It’s still a tickle fic though, so if you don’t enjoy that kinda thing, this still isn’t for you. Hope you enjoy!

Also, i’m pretty sure this is the longest thing i’ve ever written. It’s over 2000 words, so be warned, it’s super long!

This fic was written by Elder Rocket.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get worse, Kevin made the mistake of telling his mission companion about his recent dreams. It didn’t seem like that bad of an idea. He hadn’t even really thought about it, it just sort of slipped. Arnold had a way of questioning that Kevin had just gotten used to and answered them without thinking very much.

Kevin was preparing to go to bed, Arnold excitedly rambling on about his day. Kevin nodded when appropriate, a bit too sleepy to really process the words. He laid down and covered himself up, laying on his side towards Arnold. Kevin couldn’t exactly remember what was being said up to that point, but he remembered where he’d screwed up.

“And I keep having this dream where I fall out of the bed and then wake up IN the bed! Do you ever have weird dreams?” Arnold asked.

“Yup…” Kevin nodded, having to stop himself from drifting of for a moment more to answer the question.

“Really? What’s yours about?”

“Conner…”

“Elder Mckinley? What happens?” Arnold questioned.

“He just...tickles me for a bit…” Kevin almost slurred his words, the urge to fall asleep growing more and more.

“Tickles you? Wait wait wait, you’re ticklish?!” Arnold almost gasped. Kevin hadn’t quite processed what he’d done yet and nodded.

“You act surprised.” He mumbled, curling up into a ball and closing his eyes, ready to sleep. Kevin felt so close, so ready to dream, when he felt a light tap on his side. He just waved his hand over his side, not opening his eyes. It happened again after a moment, going on a bit longer this time.

“Arnold, quit it!” Kevin hissed, waving his hand towards where Arnold was laying. Or, had been. Kevin finally opened his eyes when he found that Arnold’s bed was empty. He rubbed his eyes and looked around in the darkness, nervous.

“Arnold…?” He asked. Nothing.

“A-Arnold, c’mon buddy, we’re not supposed to be up at this hour. Let’s just go back to beEE-” Kevin nearly shrieked as Arnold’s hands enclosed around his sides, squeezing them. He flailed, slapping both hands over his mouth to muffle the noises that threatened to leave his mouth. Arnold didn’t seem to care that they could get caught staying up past curfew, giggling like a child at Kevin’s reaction.

“Hehe, I never knew you were ticklish! Never would have guessed, either! You’re so serious, never ever would have taken you for the ticklish type!” He laughed, using the dark to his advantage. He quickly backed up after his quick attack, leaving Kevin waving his hands around blindly in the dark.

“Arnold, please, we’re gonna get in trouble!” Kevin hissed in a whisper, backing himself up to the headboard of the bed, wrapping his arms around his body. Arnold giggled, revealing his position on the floor. He hopped back up on his bed, still sounding giddy and excited.

“Elder, please, we can’t get caught being up this late, we’ll wake up the others. Maybe we can continue this into the morning, okay?” Kevin added, hoping not to disappoint the other too much.

“Okay!” Arnold agreed, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. Kevin questioned himself as to whether or not he’d regret his words, but he was finally able to go to sleep, so he wasn’t complaining.

Kevin was jolted awake the next morning, feeling a light skittering over his ribcage. He’d been tickled in his sleep, but being tickled awake was a completely new feeling for him. He wasn’t sure how to react at first, and flipped onto his side, protecting one set but leaving the other completely exposed.

“Wakey wakey, besty!” Arnold’s voice sung from above him. Kevin started giggling, though he was still waking up, making him terribly weak and unable to really fight back. He closed his arms around his torso, but Arnold was able to easily move them away, his fingers lightly scratching Kevin’s exposed ribs and his belly. After a moment, Kevin found he could move again and rolled off of the bed, landing on the floor and crawling away. Arnold didn’t give chase, but was just as giddy as he was last night.

“Haha, gotcha!” He giggled, hopping of the bed to get dressed. Kevin got up and did the same, but was weary of Arnold for the rest of the day. And Arnold knew it. He’d give knowing smirks and glances the whole day, every time they met eyes, he’d smile or even give light pokes to the person beside him (depending on who it was) and pretended to not know what they were talking about. It wasn’t until that afternoon that something else major happened. Kevin was sat outside a hut, simply resting a moment. Arnold sat close by with his girlfriend, Nabulungi, in the shade, talking. Arnold stole a glance at Kevin, then turned back to Naba.

“Hey, wanna hear a song?” He asked, which, glady for him, caught Kevin’s attention.

“Sure!” Naba nodded, getting herself comfortable.

“Great! Just one thing…” Arnold started. Kevin raised an eyebrow while Naba tilted her head slightly.

“I’m gonna need your hand.” He asked.

“What do you need my hand for?”

“Just trust me! It’ll make it so much better!” Arnold insisted. Naba compiled and handed it over, where Arnold turned it palm up and placed a single finger on it, tracing it in circles over her palm.

“Round and round the garden…” The song started, and Kevin’s eyes widened a little, though if he weren’t in public, he would probably have gasped. Kevin knew that song and knew it well, just from the first few words. And he knew what was to come. Arnold was going so far as to go after poor, unsuspecting Nabulungi JUST to mess with him. He may not have thought so if it weren’t for the many, many looks he got throughout the day. Kevin was tempted to leave, to escape it, but it was too late. The song was awfully short, and before he knew it, he heard Naba squeal with laughter as Arnold got her right under her arm. Kevin now allowed himself to leave, glaring daggers at Arnold before he left, which really did no good.

That night, Kevin leaned on Conner on the couch for a little bit, almost drifting off, until the door opened and closed. In stepped Arnold, where the other Elders greeted him while Kevin simply pretended to be asleep. He felt the pressure on the other side of the couch as Arnold sat down beside him, now between Conner and Arnold, which didn’t seem like a good mix.

“Wow, he was tired, huh?” Arnold chuckled, ruffling Kevin’s hair. Conner didn’t say anything, but Kevin assumed he nodded.

“He didn’t even really do that much.” Conner noted, which kinda upset Kevin.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” Arnold chuckled.

“Oh no…” Kevin thought, hoping they wouldn’t start talking about what he thought they were gonna start talking about.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I made an interesting discovery yesterday night. Something about you in his dreams?” Arnold said, almost like a question.

“Dreams? About me? Really?” Conner questioned.

“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t know what i’m talking about.” Arnold scoffed. “Surely he’s told you by now, what with his little obsession and all.” Kevin’s heart nearly came to a stop. How...how did Arnold know about that?? Conner and Arnold didn’t talk all that much, how did he know anything?

“Obsession? What do you mean?”

“His tickling obsession, of course!”

Damn. Conner must have said something, and now was trying to cover his tracks. When kevin got his hands on him-

“His what now? I’m sorry, but I have to ask, where in the world did you get this, Elder?” Conner asked, shifting slightly.

“Well, it’s obvious! At least, to me it is. Things always have been when it came to this. It was super easy to see that his weak spot was his ribcage...just like how it’s easy to see that yours is your tummy.” Arnold added. Kevin could almost feel his smirk.

“I- What? Excuse me, Elder, but i’m not ticklish.” Conner quickly tried to cover up.

“Oh really? Shall I test this?” Arnold shot back, causing Conner to twitch.

“What’s going on?” James peeked his head through the doorway from his room.

“Ah, and there we have somebody with a really, really ticklish back.” Arnold chimed.

“Wha- How did you know? Who told you?!” James questioned, the anger apparent in his voice. Arnold put his hands up in defence.

“Nobody told me! I figured it out on my own! It baffles me how you guys DON’T pick up on it!”

“Is something wrong?” Elder Poptarts peeked his head out of the same room James was in.

“Wow, don’t even get me STARTED on you, though if i did have to pin point one place, i’d have to say your armpits. Though, it’s a really close call. You’re pretty evenly, horribly ticklish.” Arnold said in an almost analytical voice. Poptarts’ face flushed horribly and he slowly sunk back into the room.

“Well, you sure do have a lot to say about us, Elder. What about you?” Conner asked, crossing his arms. Arnold didn’t even look the least bit worried.

“What about me?”

“Well, where all are you ticklish?” James asked, leaning in the doorway.

“Please, we’d be here all night trying to list them all.” Arnold shrugged with an odd certainty. Conner and James eyed each other, horribly confused. Kevin, who was still “sleeping”, couldn’t help but blush at his answer. It amazed, and almost impressed him how open Arnold was. Or perhaps he was just joking. That must be it, there wasn’t any possible way he was serious.

“Excuse me?” Was all Conner could think to say.

“If you really want an answer, then the top place would definitely be my feet. Worst place of all. Neck comes in second place.” Arnold went on. Kevin couldn’t even fathom the possibility that he was being serious.  How in hell could he say such things with such confidence???

Conner gently shifted away from Kevin and stood up. Despite his bright pink face, he smirked and cracked his knuckles, turning towards James.

“Well, you heard the man! Let’s get em!” Kevin didn’t wanna get involved in this, so he ditched the sleeping act and ducked behind the couch, fearing for his very life. He couldn’t tell what exactly happened after that, but while a few giggles were from Arnold, it quickly turned into frantic laughter, switching from Conner to James and back again.

“Wait please don’t leave mE!” Conner squealed at one point, alluding that James had left, leaving Conner to fend for himself. While Conner was great at teases, it was obvious that wouldn’t be saving him here. Arnold was almost immune to anything Conner tried to toss at him, and Kevin knew he was doomed. He slowly crawled out from behind the couch, peeking out from the side. Arnold had Conner pinned to the floor on his back, frantic and quick scratching on Conner’s belly, causing him to shriek every time Arnold moved even slightly.

While they hadn’t gotten very far, Conner and James had managed to make on of Arnold’s feet bare, the other still covered with a sock. As quietly as he could, Kevin slowly snuck up from behind, hesitated, then quickly dragged all five fingers down Arnold’s bare sole. The other gasped, whipping around. Kevin frantically backed up, hoping Arnold would follow, allowing Conner the chance to escape. Luckily, Arnold slowly stalked after Kevin, Conner frantically getting to his feet and ran into a room, slamming the door shut.

“It’s just you and me, best friend.” Arnold laughed, almost evilly. Kevin knew he didn’t stand a chance. He was at Arnold’s mercy, which he knew Arnold didn’t have very much of. He gulped, almost trembling out of fear, but also excitement. Conner was a great ler and all, but Arnold seemed a bit more..ruthless.

And ruthless he was. He didn’t hesitate very long, digging his fingers on and between Kevin’s ribs, causing him to shriek, though it did no good. Practically everyone in the shack knew what was going on and wouldn’t be willing to risk themselves. Kevin thought he was completely hopeless...until he remember his arms weren’t actually pinned down. It was just his upper body that was held down by pressure. Once he realized this he scratched lightly along Arnold’s collar bone. He gasped and lifted a hand away to try and swat it away. Kevin clawed at the ground and managed to crawl away a few inches. He laid there, gasping for air, exhausted. Arnold stood up and dusted his clothes off.

“Looks like my work here is done, for now.” He said with a nod and turned to leave for their room.

“You...are the worst!” Kevin called after him. Arnold stole one more glance behind him, smirking.

“I know~”

[citizenforboysenberryjam]

BoM things I would love to see/read but I’m too lazy to do myself

I guess just a list of thoughts I’ve had that you could use in fic/ fan art if you need inspo and want to make a young girl the happiest she’s ever been!!! also please! link me up if you know of any good fics that have any of these 

The elders having a movie night and watching Titanic (the only movie available? they somehow don’t know how sad it is? poptarts thinks it’ll be fun? who knows why). It ends in tears (and possibly (definitely) cuddling) 

road-trip fics???? there’s a distressing lack of road trip fics in this fandom and I need it. bonus points if you incorporate Sufjan Steven’s album Illinois somehow 

Kevin has Something In His Eye and asks McKinley to check and see if there’s anything there bc it hurts and they have to get really close... and it’s been like 10 minutes and “Elder Price are you sure bc I really can’t see anything...” but he doesn’t really mind bc like,, its an excuse to stare into Kevin’s eyes for an extended period of time and Kevin kinda comes up with increasingly weird reasons for being close like “y’know my eye actually feels better now crazy haha but would you mind trimming my hair its getting really long” “are you sure you don’t want to just go to the actual barber there must be one somewhere” “no no i want you to do it” (both of them actually definitely do not mind at all and really don’t want to think about the reasons why )  

Something really angsty where Kevin is in a Bad Place, Emotionally and engaging in self-destructive behavior and reaches a breaking point and is crying, etc, and someone (Arnold or McKinley or both or literally everyone I don’t care) Comfort Him (can u tell i adore h/c)  

The elders bake a cake. calamity and fun ensues 

game night game night GAME NIGHT pls 

night-time adventures (not in a smutty way more in a sitting-outside-on-a-summer-night-feels-so-freeing-and-relaxing-and-encourages-confessions kind of way) 

more confessions at night, in the kitchen (I love this trope sm) 

sick-fic 

[succulentsofa]

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finally finished the fic 😭 this Took It Out of me but it was so fun to write!! i just know my 2017 self is cheering so loud rn

[spooky-ticklish-hell-dream]

I Believe...?

Hello, and welcome to part 2 of the Spooky Ticklish Hell Dream series! If the name didn’t inform you, this is a tickle fic series, so if you don’t like that kinda thing, then this isn’t for you. For those who stayed to read, I hope you enjoy!

This part was written by Elder Cloudy.

Kevin blinked himself awake, eyes adjusting to the blurry light shining through on him. He groaned, feeling as if he hadn't slept at all the night before. Had he? It took him a bit to realize the arms wrapped over his waist. Conner's arms. A monopoly board was on the floor, pieces scattered everywhere. Kevin yawned, about to fall back asleep when he felt the arms around his waist retract and a weight shift in the bed. Conner sat up, yawning and rubbing his eyes. Kevin followed suite, turning to face the other.

"Good morning." He said softly, having forgot the events of the night prior. Conner ran his fingers through his hair.

"Hello." He greeted with a warm smile. Kevin reciprocated the comforting action, stretching.

"Can I ask you something?" Conner asked seemingly out of nowhere

."What is it?" Kevin asked, turning to face Conner better.

"What happened last night?" Conner chuckled, crossing his arms. "What was so funny about your dream?" Kevin felt the heat rise to his face, biting his lip.

"I-It- uh..." Kevin rubbed the back of his neck, ignoring the soft smirk that the other was forming. "Wasn't exactly...funny..."

"It had to have been if you were laughing so much!"

"...You heard that?"

"Everyone did!"

"W-What?!"

Now it was Conner's turn to laugh. Kevin's face was bright red, hidden in his sleeve.

"You were laughing in your sleep!" He explained, patting Kevin's shoulder.

"I-I was?! Aha...s-sorry..." Kevin mumbled.

"No need to apologize, Pricey!" Conner wrapped an arm around Kevin's waist. "You still didn't explain what happened last night."

"Oh- it was- uh-..." Kevin stammered, trying to word this properly. "It was another...hell dream..."

"Oh." Conner still seemed confused. "A hell dream? What could possibly be funny about a hell dream? Was I in it~?" Kevin's memory of the dream started flowing back to him, causing his face to go a darker shade of red.

"Are you okay?" Conner asked cautiously. Kevin took in a deep breath."

Well...you were in it...as a demon...and you-um-..." Kevin looked away. "...tickled...me..." Conner grinned, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

"Oh really? Huh. Well, I don't think I know of any demons..." Conner pulled Kevin close to him, looping an arm around his waist. "But a monster, on the other hand..."

"...A monster?" Kevin glanced up at Conner, still very on edge. Conner nodded, speaking in a whisper.

"Oh yes, a monster scarier than any demon you can imagine! One that can strike fear into the hearts of any of those who even hear his name." Conner explained, feeling Kevin grow visibly anxious. Kevin pretended not to mind, though absentmindedly pushed himself closer into Conner.

"I don't believe you." Kevin mumbled, rolling his eyes in an attempt to look less nervous.

"What if I showed you some proof?" Kevin's heart skipped a beat. It took him a moment to reply. Right when the words left his mouth, he wished he hadn't spoke.

"...Go ahead." Conner chuckled darkly, holding Kevin close.

"It's called...the..." Conner built up the anticipation, finding amusement in the way Kevin squirmed slightly.

"...TICKLE MONSTER!"

"Wha-? Wait- C-Conner nohohoho!" Kevin melted into a puddle of flustered giggles, pushing vainly at Conner's hands as they squeezed at his sides.

"Quihihit ihihit!"

"Why are you laughing? This monster’s supposed to be scary, not funny!" Conner mocked offense, keeping one hand at Kevin's side while the other scratched lightly at his stomach. Kevin covered his face with his hands, trying to hide his blush and silence his giggling. This didn't help his case, allowing Conner to slip his hands under Kevin's arms. Kevin's arms shot down immediately, his giggling rising a bit.

"Cohonner plehehehease!" Kevin tried to twist away from Conner's hands, though soon came to the realization Conner had pulled him so close to prevent him from that. He was trapped.

"I didn't know you were ticklish!" Conner laughed a bit himself, nuzzling into Kevin's neck. Kevin squeaked, shoulders rising to protect himself. Conner soon got curious, nibbling Kevin's ear. Kevin squealed, weakly pushing at Conner's chest trying to get him off.

"Nahahaha Conneheheher! Pleheheheahaha!" Kevin had given up his attempts to escape, simply curling into a ball. Kevin could feel the heat radiating off the others face. After a few pokes to Kevin's ribs, Conner pulled away.

"Aha, you alright, Pricey?" Conner giggled, ruffling Kevin's hair. Kevin pulled a blanket over his head, whining childishly.

."No." He mumbled, muffled by the blankets. Conner smiled, patting him through the blankets."Tell me if you have more dreams like that, this was fun~ Maybe ill be able to find that feather boa I used to have-"

"NO-"

[spooky-ticklish-hell-dream]

Hello~

Hello, and welcome to part 1 of the Spooky Ticklish Hell Dream series! If the name didn’t inform you, this is a tickle fic series, so if you don’t like that kinda thing, then this isn’t for you. For those who stayed to read, I hope you enjoy!

This part was written by Elder Rocket.

It wasn’t unusual for Kevin to go to sleep bitter or angry or depressed. It was all a part of his many mood swings. But this was caused from a fight he’d gotten into with Connor, or Elder McKinely. He refused to allow Kevin his coffee and it caused a rather big riff between them. Who cared if that was his 15th cup that day? He needed his coffee! And now look at what happened, he was tired and sleepy. Bitter thoughts about the man stirred in his mind...even leaking into his dreams.

He was conscious, yet it was nothing but darkness all around him. He felt like he couldn’t move. He couldn’t say or do anything, until a voice echoed in the dark.

“Well well well...what do we have here?~” A familiar, yet devious voice cooed. Kevin found himself able to talk as little by little, a landscape began to form around him. Suddenly, the form of Connor McKinely himself appeared, in his red V-neck and red boa. Kevin once again found himself paralysed.

“W-What are you doing here?” He asked, gulping, suddenly feeling hot as his face heated up. The other elder licked his lips, slowly stepping forward.

“You’ve been mean to me. Yelling, name calling, and you’re mad at me.” He hissed with a sly smirk, showing off his slightly sharp teeth. Kevin gulped, still unable to move as Connor straddled his waist, grabbing his tie and pulling it slightly.

“I’m gonna make you pay for what you did, you rude little bastard.” He hissed with a voice that would make just about anybody swoon. He placed his other hand on Kevin’s belly, pressing down slightly to assert  his dominance more. This...didn’t exactly give the reaction Connor had seemed to hope for. Kevin’s face suddenly flared up with an involuntary smile. A couple of giggle escaped him as he twitched. Connor narrowed his eyes with a low growl.

“Don’t you laugh at me! I am being intimidating AND sexy! You have zero reason to laugh at me!” He growled, his hand unintentionally squeezing Kevin’s tummy more, causing him to jump and give a small squeak, followed by high pitched giggling. There wasn’t any mistaking it this time. Kevin closed his eyes for a brief moment, hoping that maybe he hadn’t noticed.

“Why, Pricey!” Connor’s voice went’ back to deviously happy. Kevin felt the other man’s hands on his sides, squeezing slightly.

“You never told me you were ticklish~” Kevin’s eyes opened, his face flushing upon the sight of Connor’s smug face, a face that told him that he was stuck without a way to escape whatever ticklish hell this man was going to bestow onto him. Even though Connor was just barely squeezing his sides, it felt a lot more ticklish than it should have. Kevin was already twitching frantically, yelping with each new movement. It was like his shirt wasn’t even there, and his sensitivity was ramped up to 11.

“Gahahahaha plehehehease nohohoho!” He whimpered, though he knew it wouldn’t get him anywhere. Connor lifted his hands and smirked.

“Oh ho ho, this will be fun!~” He lifted his boa off his neck and turned around slightly, reaching back and removing Kevin’s shoes and socks, promptly throwing them into the dark unknown. After his footwear was removed, Connor began to saw the boa back and forth on Kevin’s soles. The poor boy twitched desperately, his giggling turning into loud laughter.

“Ohohohho gohohohohohohohod pleheheheheheaase!” He squealed, but it never did stop, not even when Connor let go of it to turn back around. He grabbed Kevin’s arms and pushed them above his head. He dragged his long nails slowly down Kevin’s arm, causing him to twitch in anticipation.

“Wait, Elder, please! I-I’ll do anything that you want, any-” His sentence ended in a loud squeal as Connor dug his nails into Kevin’s armpits, swirling them around in circular motions. He couldn’t believe how intense the sensation was, as told by his loud, high pitched laughter. After a minute of that, his nails moved downward towards his ribcage, where he met eyes with the devilish Connor once again.

“Anything I want, eh? Well, you’re doing a pretty good job of it so far. I want to hear you squeal, feel you squirm under my very light movements, hear your begging, see the tears that become of your non-stop laughter. Do that, and you’ll be just fine.~”

With that, Connor dug his nails into Kevin’s ribcage, causing him to nearly scream with his laughter, him barely able to choke out words, the horrible feeling growing more and more intense by the second, not helped at all by the boa still going at his feet.

At first, Elder McKinely tried not to pay much mind to the sleep-talking Price. It wasn’t that abnormal...until he started laughing. It seemed to startle and confuse everybody else as well. A few other Elders gathered and looked upon the twitching, giggling Kevin, glancing at one another, unsure of what to do. None of them could sleep like this, his giggling was far too loud.

“So...should we wake him?” Elder Church asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I dunno, if he’s having that much fun in his dreams, I don’t think that’s fair.” Poptarts pointed out, the rest agreeing, nodding.

“Well, maybe we can play a boardgame to pass the time until he wakes up or stops laughing.” Church suggested and the rest seemed to agree. They all gave one last look, then piled onto one bed as Connor grabbed Monopoly. They seemed pretty content, being able to ignore the Elder...until he screamed. Connor instantly got up, scrambling over to Kevin, trying to shake him awake.

“That’s right Pricey, scream for me!” Connor’s voice laughed. Kevin slowly but surely began to get his movement back. He closed his eyes, and began to squirm around until he felt his arms being grabbed, and the weight around his waist being reapplied. He bucked up and laughed out of anticipation.

“Please, stahahap!” He yelled, opening his eyes...to the room. Elder McKinely, the normal one, sat on his waist, shaking him with a concerned look on his face. The rest of the elders eyed him from the bed they were all on. He finally calmed down, breathing heavily, his face still horribly red. His mind was a blur, all he could remember was Connor...tickles...unable to move….but now he could. His eyes narrowed as he pushed Connor off of him. Before he could speak, Connor found himself being pinned to the bed, a delusioned Elder Price above him.

“You think you can just get away with that?” He asked. Connor pulled against Kevin’s grip, horribly confused.

“What? What did I do?” He asked desperately. He looked at the other elders, who all just shrugged at him. He looked back at Kevin, who was still sleepy looking.

“You’re gonna pay for what you did!” He yelled, digging his fingers into McKinely’s underarms. He jumped and instantly started giggling, trying his best to push Price off of him.

“Whahahat? Whahahat did I dohoho?” He asked. Price just shook his head.

“Don’t play dumb with me, McKinely!” The other man growled, spidering his fingers down to Mckinley’s hips, his giggling only getting faster. With his arms out of the way, Connor finally pushed the sleep man off of him, still giggling slightly. After a moment, Price passed out again.

“So...what did you do?” Poptarts asked from the other bed.

“I still have no idea! He’s weird…” Connor huffed.

“Maybe, but i’m willing to guess he was probably repaying you for whatever happened in his dream.” Church point out with a smirk. Connor glanced back down at Kevin, who looked alot more content than the last time he was sleeping. He smirked and glanced back at Church.

“Yknow what...I think you’re right.  

[spooky-ticklish-hell-dream]

Two by Two

Hello, and welcome to part 6 of the Spooky Ticklish Hell Dream series! If the name didn’t inform you, this is a tickle fic series, so if you don’t like that kinda thing, then this isn’t for you. For those who stayed to read, I hope you enjoy!

This part was written by Elder Cloudy.

Kevin chuckled softly enough so that the others couldn't hear. Conner was actually the first to notice he was awake, even through his frantic state.

"Kehehehevin! Hehehahahalp!" He pleaded, tugging at the arms his fellow elders grasped. Elder church was the first to look up at Kevin, holding onto Conner's right arm. One by one, the elders noticed Kevin was awake. Kevin was sat over the edge of the bed, kicking his legs with a smug smirk on his face. Poptarts eventually scrambled off of his spot on Conner's waist.

"Haha...hah...hi Kevin." Conner giggled, his arms laying loosely over his face. Kevin waved, chuckling softly.

"You okay there, McKinley?" Kevin asked, the smug grin never leaving his face as he outstretched his hand to Conner who was still laying on the floor. Conner sighed, taking Kevin's hand and allowing himself to be pulled up.

"May I ask what was going on?"

"You may not." Conner pat his now very wrinkled shirt down.

"We were interrogating him about-" Poptarts tried to interject, before Conner slapped a hand over his mouth.

"We-" Church tried to finish for him though only got silenced as well. Kevin crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

"I see." Kevin shrugged. He was still lost, but he had a bit of an idea about what they were talking about. He appreciated Conner for keeping the secret, though. He didn't need other people knowing...you know. If that's even what they were talking about. Conner waved off the other elders, who hesitantly stepped out.Kevin and Conner stared each other in the eyes, Conner still sporting a soft pink blush and Kevin still recovering from the dream."So." Kevin began, crossing his legs and leaning on his hand.

"You're ticklish too?"

"Aha..." Conner rubbed the back of his neck. "...Yeah." Kevin pat the bed beside him. Conner, though quite anxiously, sat beside him."...Thanks." Kevin mumbled. Conner smiled.

"For not completely spilling your little secrets? You're welcome~!" Conner chimed, poking at Kevin's side rapidly. Kevin recoiled, swatting at the elders hands.

"Hehey watch it! I can get you back now!" Kevin threatened, wiggling his fingers at Conner. Conner's blush deepened, backing away. He blocked his arms over his torso, narrowing his eyes.

"Don't you dare!" Conner mumbled, nearly falling off the bed from backing up so far. He would've, too, if Kevin hadn't grabbed his hand. Just when Conner was about to thank him, Kevin pulled him forward, skittering his fingers under Conner's arms. Kevin still held onto Conners hand, keeping him from pulling away.

"Ahahahaha Kehehehevin!" Conner whined through frantic giggling. He doubled over best he could, though the sensations always followed him.Kevin smirked devilishly, not letting up for a second. He was about to make a teasy remark, however, he had forgot Conner still had a free hand. He felt a fluttery sensation at his stomach, causing him to release the other.

"Wahahahait Cohohonner!" Kevin drew back, grabbing Conner's wrists. Conner had managed to get the upper hand...again. Conner shook off the ghostly feeling in record time, tickling any part of Kevin's torso he could find.

"C-Cohohoneheheher!"

"Whaaaat?" Conner hummed, stilling his hands at Kevin's sides to rest his head on Kevin's shoulder. Kevin caught his breath, about to retaliate when he felt a weird, buzzing sensation on his neck. It was unfamiliar, but it tickled like hell...literally.

"GAH- Ahahahahahaha Cohohohohonner! Whahahat was that?!" Kevin managed to pull himself away, rubbing his neck.

"What, have you never had a raspberry before?" Conner scoffed, putting his hands on his hips. Kevin shook his head, as he caught his breath. As soon as he did, though, he was back to trying to win this fight. In one swift motion, Kevin took both of Conner's hands and pinned him to the bed. Conner gasped sharply as Kevin sat atop his waist. Huh. This is what if felt like to be the tickler. Kevin's free hand walked across Conner's stomach, pausing when he yipped and tried to pull away. Kevin took a moment to process why Conner had made the noise. He grinned, dragging his fingers down Kevin's stomach. Conner erupted into an explosion of soft giggles.

"Kehehehehehevin! Nohohohot thehehere!" Conner's giggle fit was soft and melodious; practically music to Kevin's ears. His dragging turned to light scratching at the skin, watching in awe as Conner's face lit up a brilliant pink.

"KEHEHEHehehevin!"

"Awe, your tummys ticklish? You're like a puppy! That's so cute!" Kevin cooed, finally letting up a bit. Conner gave up fighting back, even as Kevin rolled off of him and laid beside him.

"Shuhuhut ihihit..." Conner rolled on his side, shutting his eyes. Kevin followed suite, placing his arm over his waist. "At least I won~"

"Yohohou did not!"

"I did so~"