Ahhh your tickle fics are so cute!!! May I request for Cyril/Lysithea or Ferdinand/Dorothea?? :0 (Either is fine ahaha)
“That doesn’t mean I can’t help!”
Lysithea struggled to reach around Cyril, aiming to grab one of the bags he’d slung across his back. Despite her best efforts, however, he refused to budge.
“I don’t get it. I can carry ‘em just fine on my own. There’s no need for you to get involved.”
“Just because you can doesn’t mean you should, so just hand me one bag! It’s not a big deal!”
“Aren’t you making it a big deal right now?”
Realizing they were at a stalemate, Lysithea stepped back.
“Fine, be that way,” she began with a pout. Cyril relaxed until she continued. “If you won’t hand it over willingly, then I’ll just have to make you give it up.”
“Huh? Make me? Whaddya mean by tha-HAT!”
Suddenly subjected to a barrage of tickling, Cyril lurched backwards in shock. He nearly tripped and dropped the bags entirely, just managing to catch himself against the wall.
“H-Hehehehehey! Whahahat ahahare yohohou dohohohoing?!” He struggled to get away. Trapped by Lysithea with both hands full, he found there was no good way to defend himself. “Stohohohohop!”
“Not until you give me the bag!”
Taking full advantage of his vulnerability, Lysithea poked, prodded, and pinched with nimble fingers. When targeting his ribs seemed to elicit the loudest response, she focused all her attention there, squeezing and scratching through the fabric of his shirt.
Trembling with laughter and feeling his limbs about to give out, Cyril finally gave in a minute later.
“Ohohokahay! Yohohou cahahan tahahahake ohohone!”
Lysithea immediately pulled back, sticking her hand out with a satisfied smirk. Cyril reluctantly passed her a single bag.
When it quickly became clear he still hadn’t caught his breath, he silently passed her another.