A/N: Reading Ginny’s recent reblog kinda inspired me to write a story for them as well. Tickletober is over and we’re looking back to a month full of awesome works. I hope you all enjoyed it just as much as I did~ Number 31 - Rest - of @vqler's Tickletober prompt list of 2025 ft. Noctis, Prompto, Ignis and Gladio from Final Fantasy XV.
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The campsite was quiet that late morning, the fire from the night before burned down to embers, and the desert sun was already creeping high into the sky. Gladio and Ignis were outside the tent, finishing their breakfast and reviewing their plans for the day. The only problem was that their prince still hadn’t emerged.
Noctis had a habit of sleeping late, but this was pushing it - even for him. “Should we wake him?” Ignis asked, stirring the pot absently as he peered toward the tent. Gladio shrugged. “He’ll come out when he’s ready… or when his stomach starts growling loud enough.”
Prompto, however, wasn’t satisfied with that answer. His camera hung around his neck, and his bright eyes sparkled with mischief as he grinned. “Or… we could wake him up ourselves.” Both Ignis and Gladio raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh no,” Ignis said flatly, immediately recognizing that mischievous tone, “what exactly are you planning, Prompto?”
“C’mon, Specs,” Prompto laughed, “it’s the middle of the day! He can’t just keep snoozing like that! And besides…” his grin grew wider as he lowered his voice, “I’ve got the perfect plan.” Gladio leaned back against a crate, smirking. “This ought to be good.” Without another word, the blonde ducked into the tent.
Inside, the air was warm and filled with the soft sound of Noctis’s steady breathing. The prince was curled up in his sleeping bag, dark hair a mess, his arm thrown lazily over his eyes to block out the sunlight that slipped through the cracks in the fabric. One foot had slipped free of the covers, pale and completely unguarded.
Prompto’s grin turned devilish. “Rise and shine, Your Highness,” he whispered, before lightly dragging a finger down the sole of Noctis’s exposed foot. Noctis twitched, his toes curling, a muffled grunt escaping from under his arm the second skin met skin. Prompto bit back a laugh, doing it again with two fingers this time, slowly skimming across the arch of his foot.
“Hhh- heh quit it…” Noctis groaned, shifting but still refusing to open his eyes. “Aw, come on Noct! You can’t just sleep the day away!” Prompto teased, this time wiggling all five fingers against the bottom of the ravenhead’s foot. The prince jolted with a snort, his eyes flying open. “Promp- hah! StoHohop thaHahat!”
But Prompto only laughed, leaning closer and scribbling both hands along Noctis’s sides now that he was stirring. “Nope! Not until you’re awake!” Noctis tried to roll away, but Prompto was relentless, tickling at the sensitive spots just above his hips. Noctis’s quiet groans turned into muffled laughter, his face half-buried in his pillow.
“Pfft- Promp- e-eHehnough!” he barked between chuckles, twisting around. Prompto beamed, triumphant. “See? That’s the sound of a guy who’s definitely awake now!” But before he could continue his attack, Noctis suddenly shot a hand out, grabbing Prompto by the wrist and yanking him down onto the bedroll.
In one swift move, the prince rolled them both so that Prompto was trapped beneath him, squirming in surprise. “W-Whoa- hey, hey!” Prompto squeaked, his eyes widening in surprise. Noctis gave a sleepy smirk, his voice low and rough from just waking. “You asked for it…”
Before the other could wriggle free, Noctis slipped his hands under the blonde’s arms and scribbled his fingers into the hollows of his armpits. “NO hhahhhahhahaha, N-NoHot fair!!” Prompto shrieked, thrashing but unable to push the heavier boy off. He kicked uselessly at the blankets, laughter spilling uncontrollably from him.
“Still think I should get up?” Noctis teased, leaning closer and wiggling his fingers faster. Prompto’s face turned pink as he tried to fight him off. “Y-Yes hhahahaha juHust st-stop!” The sound of their laughter carried outside, where Ignis sighed and adjusted his glasses. “Well, it appears Prompto has succeeded in waking him.”
“Sounds like it,” Gladio chuckled, “but the kid’s not gonna win this one alone.” Sure enough, Prompto’s frantic voice followed: “Gladio! Ignis! Hhahaha h-h-heHehlp meee!” That was all the invitation Gladio needed. He strode to the tent, pushing the flap open with a grin. “What’s all the racket in here?” Prompto’s eyes lit up like he’d been saved.
“Gladio! He’s tiHihckling meHehe! G-GeHeht him off!” Noctis glanced up lazily, still straddling Prompto, his fingers poised over his friend’s ribs. “Don’t you dare.” But the Shield only smirked, cracking his knuckles. “Sorry prince, you had your fun.” With that, he lunged, scooping Noctis up under the arms and dragging him back off Prompto.
The sudden motion left Noctis flailing, his shirt riding up slightly as Gladio easily pinned him against his chest. “Gotcha,” Gladio said smugly, then dug his fingers into Noctis’s sides. The other exploded with laughter, kicking and twisting in his friend’s hold. “N-Nohoho! Gladio, stahahap!” Prompto sat up, red-faced and panting, but quickly regained his grin.
“Payback time!” he cheered and dove forward to join in, skittering his hands over Noctis’s stomach while Gladio held him steady. The tent was filled with helpless laughter now, Noctis unable to fight both of them off at once. He tried shoving Prompto’s hands away, but Gladio’s grip was unshakable, leaving him vulnerable to every poke and scribble.
“Hahhhaha o-oHokay, okay! I’m up, I’m up!!” Noctis finally yelled between laughs. That was when Ignis finally stepped into the tent, arms crossed. “Gentlemen,” he said, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward in amusement, “do try not to collapse the tent.” Prompto glanced at him, still giggling. “We’re just waking him up! Wanna help?”
Ignis shook his head. “I believe the two of you have it well in hand.” “Not for long,” Gladio rumbled with a grin, shifting his hold so that Noctis had just enough wiggle room to grab Prompto again. In the chaos, both of them tumbled sideways, dragging Gladio down with them. Suddenly all three were caught in a pile, laughter erupting from every direction.
“Noct, let- haha leHet go!” Prompto squeaked. “Gladio, moHove your elbow- hahahaha,” Noctis gasped. “You’re all hopeless,” Ignis muttered, but his voice carried fondness more than annoyance. Eventually, Gladio pulled back, letting Noctis catch his breath. Prompto collapsed beside him, grinning ear to ear despite his disheveled hair.
Noctis sat up slowly, still chuckling as he rubbed his eyes. “You guys are the worst…” “And you,” Ignis reminded pointedly, “are finally awake. Which was the entire purpose.” Prompto stuck his tongue out playfully. “See? Mission accomplished!” Noctis gave him a flat look but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at his lips. “Next time,” he warned, “I’m locking the tent.”
Gladio laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Good luck with that, prince.” Outside, the day stretched warm and bright, their laughter lingering in the air like an echo of camaraderie. Noctis may not have wanted to wake up, but surrounded by his friends, it was hard to stay grumpy for long.
final fantasy xv | polyship roadtrip | words: 5,073 | commission for @tickleraptorss ♥
Ignis is the type of man who boasts a readiness for anything ; breaching enemy lines for a combat operation or practicing a recipe until he has perfected every single ingredient in the dish before serving it to his loves. It’s become something of a skill truly, but with every skill, comes a price to pay. In Ignis’ case, due to the fact that he, Prompto, Gladio, and Noctis were on the run from Niflheim and could rarely catch a break between dropships of mechanized soldiers or wild beasts harboring hunger, deep sleep was a luxury he simply couldn’t afford. He’s always been a light sleeper though, ever since he was a child, so achieving REM wasn’t something that he sought after when it was time to rest. No, Ignis practically embodied the phrase: sleep with one eye open.
Tonight was no different. He’s become used to the sounds of the forest and the low, ethereal hum of the haven that they settled their shelter upon. It was when his ears pricked to the noise of a slight shuffling next to him, followed by a small murmur of something that Ignis couldn’t readily decipher, when his body fully stirred awake. Noctis is laid beside his frame, and Ignis could tell thereafter that the mumbling was leaking from him ⎯ what ends up catching the royal advisor by surprise, is the fact that the next thing he recognizes is the sound of Noctis giggling. Yes, giggling . With his toes curling and his knees tucked up towards his chest underneath the blanket he and Ignis shared. He halts his movements, observing the softly cackling prince with an expression painting over in a twinge of amusement.
Soon enough, the gentle, huffy laughter provoked both Gladio and Prompto to rise from their slumber. Sluggishly, the two of them met eyes before shifting those tired glances to Ignis, who held but a single digit to his lips and gestured down with his own sight. They follow the signal and after processing the fact that Noctis was giggling and fidgeting in his sleep, obviously experiencing quite the tickle dream, neither Prompto or Gladio could find it within themselves to be cross about being awakened so early. Additionally, no one wanted to rouse Noctis from his dream either. Almost as if telepathically, when they all locked gazes with one another again, they shared the same plan: they would make their sweet prince pay for waking them up a different way.
Dawn breaks free over the horizon, and three out of the four travelers rise to meet the sun. They bathe in its rays as each individual occupies himself with something: Ignis moves to prepare their breakfast, Gladio indulges himself on a morning run near the lake, and Prompto ( deeming himself as the official “Noctis Waker-Upper” ) drags a semi-uncooperative prince out from the shelter of the tent, where he slaps himself down into a chair beside the fold up table. Ignis tsks at him, because he simply won’t tolerate such laziness, and assigns Noctis and Prompto to set the table while he finishes the last bit of cooking. They do so with minimal rebellion, and once Gladio returns from his run, they all sit down to enjoy breakfast together. The conversation begins with Noctis teasing Gladio about sweating up the breakfast table and ends with Prompto snapping a quick photo of Gladio wrestling Noctis into a headlock.
With stomachs full of delicious sustenance and their campsite properly packed back into the Regalia, Noctis nearly chokes when Gladio abruptly inquires of him, “So, what were you dreamin’ about last night, Noct?”
“ ⎯⎯ Dunno. Can’t really remember it, I guess.” Noctis replies in a dry tone, attempting to conceal the underlying anxiety beginning to bubble within the pit of his gut. Why was Gladio asking him this? Sure, there were times where the four of them would discuss the occurrences of their dreams, but this was so out of the blue. On top of that, Gladio singled only him out. It couldn’t be that he…?
“Yeah? ‘Cause, to me, it sounded like it was quite the fun dream.”
Oh. No. Unable to oppose the paint of blossom pink that slowly spreads across the apples of his cheeks, it doesn’t take long for Noctis to realize his fate. If Gladio figured out that he was indulging in a tickle dream last night, then that means… Ignis and Prompto know the same. There’s no way they wouldn’t know!
“Eh ⎯ maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t,” Noctis almost shudders out, exhaling in a manner more shaky than he had desired, with all the intention to remain aloof to Gladio’s teasing tonality. “Like I said, can’t remember.”
His tallest boyfriend gave a mere shrug, and settled into his usual seat in the back of the Regalia. Noctis hoped and prayed to every God who’s name he could recall in that moment, that this entire embarrassing situation would be laid to rest once they were back on the road. But the moment his glance met Gladio’s as he approached the empty seat next to him, he knew his taunts weren’t quite finished yet. Goosebumps raised along the flesh of the prince’s arms, and before Prompto could tread closer to the passenger side door, Noctis grabs him by the wrist and tugs him in close.
“Hey,” He greets him with vocals barely above a whisper, as if Gladio were listening to their conversation intently. “Could you, uh.. Could you switch with me? Just for today?”
The blond blinks, curiosity spreading across his features like a brush across a canvas. “Switch with you? But, Noct, you know I always call shotgun! Plus, I need the leg room. And I get car sick sometimes if I sit in the back seat.”
“Wha⎯⎯ you have literally never told me any of that before.”
“I have too! Besides, you’ve never asked to be in the passenger seat before, so why do you want it now all of a sudden?”
“I⎯! Because! Uh…” He tries to wrack his brain for a viable excuse to use, but nothing except the truth comes to mind. Swallowing in a dry throat, Noctis shoves his hands into his pockets, sapphire gaze no longer matching Prompto’s own. “⎯⎯ ‘Cause I… Gladio’s gonna be teasin’ me if I’m back there with him, I can already feel it. I damn well know you guys.. Heard me last night…!”
Trembling lips can no longer hold back the smirk forming, and Prompto gasps softly, acting as though he just now deciphered what Noctis is talking about. He leans in closer towards his royal love, pursing his lips as if he were about to kiss him, before he leans just an inch or so back, slaps a hand on his shoulder and goes: “No.~” With a turn of his heel, he circulates back to face the Regalia and hops much too gleefully into the passenger seat.
Noctis is cemented where he stands, struck dumb with disbelief. Did that seriously just happen? He’s never been the type to pull status, but right now, in this very second, Noctis heavily considered brandishing the prince of Lucis card with an order for Prompto to give him the front seat. He knows himself too well though… And, with little more than a passing glare, he slides into the back seat where Gladio sits and the smug grin etched along his lips is enough to dance a shiver down Noctis’ spine.
That wasn’t nearly the worst of the teasing that was to come. Gladio all but pretends to read his book, while taking any opportunity he can to poke or jab at Noctis at the same time, whether it be with a finger, his elbow, even his damn knee. The prince squirms against his ministrations, relying on every ounce of strength he can muster to deny Gladio the satisfaction of a reaction other than smacking at his prodding extremities. Ignis and Prompto spare informed glances to one another, a smirk adorning both of their features as they pretend to pay the two in the backseats no mind.
The biggest of the four finally ceases his taunting touches right before they make their first stop of the day: the gas station. They all exit the vehicle, Noctis fleeing perhaps a bit too quickly to give off a sense of normalcy, and into the small shop on the side he went, with the rest of his crew following behind. Noctis offers to pump the gas, leaving little room for opposition when he shoves some gil towards the shop owner and returns to the Regalia without Ignis so much as nodding in response. Prompto giggles slightly at the scene, before something soft and yellow catches his eye off to the side. He bends a knee down to observe what he’s seen and the smile across his lips spreads into a full grin. He picks the item up, cleans it off and pockets it for later, springing towards the door when Ignis calls for him to hurry and that they’re going on their way.
The prince is surprised when they hop back on the road again and Gladio doesn’t make the same moves as he did earlier. He’s leaving him alone for some reason, but Noctis doesn’t completely trust it. He can feel that he isn’t safe yet, there’s a subtle electricity in the air between the four of them that’s got goosebumps rising along his skin. Prompto is the one to break the silence, oceanic eyes seeking out Noctis’ in the rearview mirror.
“So, you really don’t remember your dream from last night?”
Noctis nearly chokes. Why is Prompto bringing it up now?! Of all the random ass conversations the blond tends to initiate during their car rides, he just had to press on with his stupid dream!
“No⎯..! No, like I said, I don’t remember anything from that dream. Why the hell are you guys so invested in it?”
“Well, ‘cause you were makin’ some pretty cute noises during it. You were twitching too, looooots of twitching & squirming.”
Shit. Noctis’ cheeks are beginning to redden against his better judgment, and suddenly, he begins to feel smaller than what he is. “I⎯⎯”
“Giggling too! There’s nothin’ wrong with all that, I was just curious about the details of it!”
“Th⎯! There’s nothin’ to say…! Just, leave it be.” He was going to explode. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach, the swirling butterflies of anticipation that made his lips tremble and his knee shake. Something very prominent told him that they weren’t going to let this go. And truthfully… did he want them to?
Prompto chuckles a bit, but shrugs freckled shoulders and relaxes back against his seat. “Whatever you say, Noct.”
That was the last of that conversation, wherein a new topic is triggered by Ignis, something about the missions they had lined up for today that the prince has trouble paying much attention to. He’s much more preoccupied with the sensation of prickling warmth pooling underneath his flesh, all too similar to the feelings he’d experienced during his dream last night. He shoves his cheek into a gloved palm, sapphire sight meeting with the fleeting views of meadows and rock formations as they drive. He keeps his attention to the nature surrounding them, and sure enough, he eventually dozes.
“⎯⎯Ahah!” Is the small yelp that bursts from a previously slumbering Noctis, the culprit leaning above his form and adjusting his glasses.
“Good, that seems to have woken you up.” Ignis drawls, removing his hand from the prince’s side, slow enough so that Noctis could easily tell that Ignis had squeezed his side to jolt him awake from his nap.
“Y⎯Y’know you could’ve just shaken me or somethin’ right?” Noctis stutters out, still groggy and obviously tired, as he opens the car door and slides until booted soles hit the ground below. He throws his arms up to stretch his cramped muscles and nearly tumbles back inside the back seat of the Regalia when Ignis reaches to pinch at his side once more. “Hey! Ihihignis, cut it out!”
“I’m simply giving you extra aid in waking up; you still appear tired and we can’t have that right now, we have missions to complete.” The advisor responds with a matter of fact tonality, but the smirk playing at the corner of his lips speaks of underlying mischief.
“ Okay , o⎯okay, I’m awake now, alright?” Legs start carrying him off before he even finishes his sentence, knowing damn well that being alone with Ignis with that look can only spell trouble for him. Gladio and Prompto must’ve already gone on ahead and Noctis races to catch up with them, but he hears their boyfriend trailing not far behind him.
When they both catch up to the other two, they relay the information they discovered and all four begin their hunt for the target. Unfortunately for Noctis, Ignis’ cheeky little squeezes were all he needed for his focus to break apart and split itself between the mission and the ghost touches that still linger across his skin. Cobalt hair wisps as he shakes his head to rid himself of his distractions ⎯⎯ he can’t let it be known that their actions have snuck their way under his skin, not with a commission on the line.
And yet… that’s exactly what transpires.
The commission detailed a request to take down a coeurl that’s been nesting too close to the main road and harassing travelers and vendors making their way between towns. The foursome has fought their share of these tempest wildcats before, and though they’re certainly dangerous, if they focus on the task at hand and work together, the commission would be completed easy enough. That was supposed to be the case.
But, regrettably, the entire ordeal proves to be more difficult than need be. In the midst of battle, Noctis doesn’t notice the huge paw, ripe with sharp claws, moving to strike him down, until Ignis calls out to him, and grabs him by the hip and tugs him away just in time. Prompto fires two bullets, with one lodging into the coeurl’s leg and successfully tears the creature’s attention away from Noctis and Ignis. With Ignis’ hand still squeezing against his hip, the prince can only slightly nod when the taller inquires if he’s alright, teeth gnawing down on his bottom lip to refrain from releasing the goddamn yelp stuck in the hollow of his throat.
Seriously? Seriously?! He can’t possibly be this hypersensitive, not when they’re fighting a beast like this?! He could’ve been killed just now! Ignis saved him, and even though he’s since let him go to rejoin the battle, Noctis’ stomach is still preoccupied with the sensation of Ignis’ fingers digging into his hip..
His mind clarifies when he hears Gladio shout his name, warning him of the coeurl’s impending lunge towards his body. Noctis re-focuses, warps out of the way of the danger and then, after ricocheting off of a large nearby boulder, he summons his sword for a final strike and ends it with that blow. Panting slightly, he steps closer towards the slain beast to examine its form and make certain its truly deceased, with the others closing in as well. Noctis, however, steps a little too close to it, as the last few shockwaves pulse off of its frame and reach his upper body.
“Ah!” He jumps back, startled when something of a giggle rips from between his lips. The shocks were weak, much weaker than when the coeurl was alive and using full power, and the ticklish feeling that came with their touch left Noctis’ skin vibrating. His cheeks flush a petal pink, especially when he notices the small smirks each of his boyfriends don. Without another single word, he bends to pick up one of the whiskers dropped by the coeurl, shoves it into his jacket pocket, and immediately picks up the trail back to the regalia. The rest of the crew follows suit, chuckling a bit about how absolutely adorable that was.
After returning to their quest source, proving they’ve completed the deal and earning their reward, Prompto immediately asks if they can splurge a little for a hotel for the night. They’ve been camping for the better part of a week now, but with the heavy funds from the coeurl mission and roughing it out in the wilderness, they should have saved enough to afford a nice room at the hotel in Lestallum, and then some. Mulling it over, Ignis ultimately leaves the decision up to Noctis, who agrees rather easily. After all, a shower and a warm, soft bed sounded absolutely divine right now.
And, Noctis was right. Scrubbing a week’s worth of dirt and grime off of his body made it seem as though he could tackle any problem in the entire world. As soon as he gets dressed in fresh clothes, he makes it his personal mission to sink as far and as deep into the bed nearest to his person as possible, arms spread out across the surface of the blanket. He comes to regret that though, when Prompto leans towards him as he’s walking to the bathroom for his turn to shower, and pokes him a few times along the back of his waist. He relishes in the squeak that releases from his boyfriend, observing with glee as he jolts up and curls into himself. The blond giggles, until he catches Noctis with a look as though he were about to launch at him, and Prompto nearly slips as he flees into the bathroom and locks the door behind him.
Noctis frowns at the shut door, huffing through his nostrils before he jolts once again after circulating around to see Ignis and Gladio standing in the entrance to the room, each one wearing their stupid little smirks well.
“Holy crap.. Maybe you wanna be a little quieter next time, you made so much noise comin’ in the room.” The sarcasm drips off of Noctis’ tone like a leaky faucet dripping water, but there’s a whirling sensation in the pit of his tummy that’s urging him to knock off the sass.
“Tch. Big words for someone as jumpy as you’ve been today.” Gladio rebuttals, recalling Noctis’ little stagger when the coeurl shocks tickled him.
“Honestly,” Ignis chimes in, slowly making his way further into the room to settle into one of the accent chairs near the bed that Noctis occupies, “You’ve got a lot of snark in your voice now, and it’s the first time I’ve heard you this confident all day. I wonder why that is, your highness.”
Noctis gulps, swallowing in an abruptly dry throat, and refuses to meet the other’s eyes. He can feel the heat of color painting his cheeks again, cursing his embarrassment under his breath.
“I⎯⎯” The prince begins, before Gladio interrupts him by joining him on the bed, meeting sapphire with intense honey brown.
“⎯I bet I could take a few educated guesses.” The broad swordsman continues, coiling an arm around Noctis’ middle and grinning when he feels the smaller male tense up, “Heh ⎯⎯ still jumpy, I see.”
Noctis nearly whines when Gladio’s breath trickles over the side of his neck, making a small oomph sound at the display of strength from his shield as he tugs Noctis up and against his chest from the weird, half curled, half sprawled out position over the blanket. Ignis joins after removing his shoes, and soon enough, seconds later, Prompto emerges from a steamy bathroom and pouts at the scene before his eyes. He complains about the cuddle pile occurring without him, but Gladio is quick to pull him into the embrace and silence his bellyaching. The four of them remain like this, enveloped in each other’s warmth and limbs and love, until Ignis catches Noctis fidgeting against him slightly, that dusting of roseate still prominent upon the skin of his cheeks.
Clearing his throat, Ignis speaks up with: “What’s the matter, Noct?”
“Nothin’.” His reply comes a little too fast, a little too breathless for any of his boyfriends to ignore.
“Are you suuuuure there’s nothing botherin’ you? There isn’t aaaaanything in this moment that you definitely want?” Prompto’s sing-song tone is enough to darken Noctis’ flush, because damnmit, there’s nothing better worse than being caught up in the predicament he’s in now. Astrals, he’s such an evil tease.
Noctis bites down on his bottom lip to force back the small squeak that dared to jump up his throat from Gladio shifting, his grip around his waist tightening, as though he were preparing for Noctis to attempt to flee or something. Warm breath finds his sensitive neck again, Gladio’s lips press to the shell of his ear and the prince nearly melts when he goes: “C’mon, what’s got you so flustered, your highness?”
This sucks. It sucks , it sucks , and it’s the best damn thing ever. He can’t remember the last time a situation was like this: being granted such taunting and embarrassing affections from each of his lovers , building Noctis up to the brim right before his boiling point. He hasn’t spilled over yet, hasn’t given in to the sensations overwhelming his body before they even do anything, but he’ll be damned if he isn’t close. Ignis seems to sense this, with his careful eyes and methodical gaze, so when his hand rises, and two fingers settle under Noctis’ chin ever so gently, turning his face to meet with Ignis’, Noctis’ visceral shudder blooms a smirk across Ignis’ lips.
“We aren’t going to do anything until you ask us to, my little prince. Consent is important, after all.”
Noctis curses under his breath and even his words wobble; of course , this is the turn he would take. He studies his advisor’s features and notes that he’s serious, he has no intention of allowing anyone to do so much as poke Noctis without a verbal agreement. Everyone seems to be on the same page too, even Gladio’s grip begins to loosen a bit. Pearly whites now worry against his lips, fighting an internal struggle on whether to give in or stay resilient and refuse. He weighs his options, and decides there’s more cons situated on the side of refusal than if he were to do as Ignis instructs. His stomach is performing backflips and he’s already squirming, succumbing to further abashment the longer he waits to deliver a decision.
Eventually, after a few more minutes of grappling with his thoughts and desires, the prince finally opens his mouth to speak, albeit his words come out hushed.
“Y… yeah, I .. ⎯⎯” He begins, swallowing the lump in his throat to continue ( everyone’s eyes soften as he goes on, he really is too cute ) , “I want… that.”
“Y’want what, exactly?” Gladio urges him, gently, his own vocals barely above a whisper.
“To ⎯⎯ .. to be … tickled ,” The last word leaks out like a dripping faucet, quick and quiet, and almost completely shoved to the side when Noctis keeps talking, “But..! Uh… I want it, kinda.. Gentle. Not rough or fast-paced, like usual, just…” He trails off, growing silent with butterflies, but his boys understand him well enough.
“As the prince wishes.” Prompto calls out, affection poured into each word, as he leans up to plant a soft kiss to Noctis’ cheek.
The three of them take a position somewhere against Noctis’ body: Gladio holding Noctis from behind, Ignis at his front, and Prompto at the lower half of his body. There aren’t any more words for now, it’s time to speak with actions. Ignis begins with digits spidering along the plane of Noctis’ stomach, delicate touches just like he asked for. He squirms, but still remains mostly silent, sapphire sight hidden by the lids as he closes them. He can’t fight back the trembling smile that spreads across his lips though, outing his ticklishness despite there being no laughter yet.
Gladio decides to join in then, raking his nails ever so gently along his sides, and that’s when tiny, breathless giggles bubble up and out of the royal. His limbs fidget against the sensations surging throughout his frame, contending against the urge to keep them out of his boyfriends’ way or protect the sensitive areas they’re targeting.
“We’re barely even touchin’ you and you’re already giggling your head off.” Gladio comments with a grin, bright and loving and just as teasing. His fingers pick up the pace just the slightest bit and when Noctis attempts to bite on his lip for the third or fourth time that day to stifle his laughter, it lasts all of about twenty-two seconds.
“Could it be that it tickles even more when our touch is more merciful? Is that it, Noct? Does it tickle more? ”
Ignis knows exactly what he’s doing, knows exactly the right buttons to push. Noctis is so weak to the way Ignis speaks, especially in moments like these, and it shows from the way he tries to hide his face in the older’s shoulder. Ignis tsks, and removes one hand from his stomach to lift Noctis’ visage back up, shaking his head disapprovingly.
“None of that now, my prince. We want to see that sweet face of yours, isn’t that right gentlemen?”
“Heheh, yep, no hiding, Noct~! That wouldn’t be very fair to us, huh? Not when we’re bein’ such good boyfriends and giving you what you want.” Noctis swears that Prompto’s been the worst out of the trio today, and he’s definitely making plans for some well deserved payback some time soon.
For now, his focus on thoughts of vendetta are shattered once he registers Prompto softly clawing at his knee caps, and Noctis’ new thoughts consist of wondering why it tickles so much worse when there’s minimal pressure applied to it.
“Ehe⎯! C-CraHAhap..!”
“Your knees aren’t usually a bad spot for you; you must’ve been really pent up, huh?”
“NohohohOHO!”
“Lying’s not gonna get you anywhere, gigglebug.” Ignis chimes in, and the urge for Noctis to hide his face again is strong as ever, the nickname renewing a flush of red down his neck.
The volume of his giggles have heightened considerably, especially so when Prompto begins to alternate between his knees and stroking at the soles of his socked feet. He’s nearly kicked him twice already ( Noctis has determined that soft tickles are the devil in disguise ) and as such, he’s lost the privilege of allowing his legs to be easily maneuverable. Prompto’s moved to settle on top of them, bent over at the waist so he can still reach his feet and Noctis is inwardly grateful that Prompto doesn’t weigh that much.
Still, he’s more than distracted by what’s occurring with his upper body. In addition to Gladio’s fingers messing with his sides, he’s taken it upon himself to make sure that the prince’s ears and neck weren’t left out. Nibbles and kisses scatter all over his skin, from the base of his neck, to the side of it, and the shell of his ears. Ignis occupies himself with his tummy and ribs, stroking the flesh between the bones, and even bending forward to grace his belly with a few kisses that make Noctis snort. Not a single touch, or kiss, or nibble advances above minimal pressure and it’s just about the most flustering thing Noctis has ever experienced in his life.
Not to mention that every new reaction he gives them, whether it be a squeak, a wiggle, higher pitch or volume, they coo at him for it. Whisper sweet nothings to him, comment on how adorable he is, and tease him for being so damn ticklish that even touches as easygoing as these have him unraveling by the seams. And they’re right, because Noctis is so red, so reactive, and his body feels like it’s got low power electric currents running along every inch of his skin, he’s getting intoxicated on the sensations of it all.
He doesn’t even realize at first that Prompto’s went and swapped his fingers for feathers ⎯⎯ chocobo feathers to be exact. Noctis has no clue where he’d even gotten the feathers from , nor when he actually got up to grab them, but what he did know was that the feathers were absolutely twice as bad as fingers.
“Che⎯⎯! Cheheheater..!” Noctis accuses, making Prompto grin and roll his eyes.
“You never said I couldn’t use feathers! Besides, how’s this cheating? I’m still givin’ you what you want, babe!” And for emphasis, he swipes the tip of the feather over the tops of Noctis’ feet, before sawing it in between his toes and Noctis loses it all over again.
He’s lost it multiple times tonight, but every new spike of ticklishness caused a spot or tactic change brings a wide smile to his face, basking in the warmth of the tenderness and care his lovers show him. He’s surrounded by a shower of adoration, he can feel it with each caress, each word uttered, the way they observe him with a fondness unmatched. Just for tonight, any worries or problems they’ve had to encounter in the last few weeks are shoved out of Noctis’ mind. The only thing that reigns in his thoughts, is how lucky he is to be so blessed with this kind of appreciation, this kind of amour.
They continue their ministrations like this, gentle tickles and soft, blossoming laughter, well into the night. Until Noctis can no longer access his internal vocabulary to form words and the only method he can use to signal that he’s truly had enough is when his laughter goes silent and he cloaks his features by burying into Ignis’ shoulder once again. Slowly, all fingers and feathers cease their movements, permitting Noctis to simply pant and catch his breath. His body practically melts into the limbs of his companions, pliant and content and glowing with hazy glee. He accepts kisses from all of them, one by one, followed by one giant kiss with all three of them positioned at a part of his face.
He doesn’t think he could be any happier at this moment, as the evening calms down with the four of them, and Noctis begins to drift off listening to their heartbeats collide into one. A series of lazy good nights and i love you’s lead into Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto following in Noctis’ sleepy pursuit.
- Worst spot is by far his tummy. Like - no contest.
- Also likes to throw himself to the floor
- You poke him and he just falls straight to Hell its hilarious
- Noctis absolutely takes advantage of this and they have major tickle fights but Prompto always loses
- He always convinces himself that he'll win next time
- There's been about 200 Next Times so far and he still hasn't won
- Majorly Lee, can ler but prefers not to
- Bubbliest laugh ever oh my god
- Cannot take teases, he just goes so red its adorable
- Ticklish hips, which are even cuter because of the stretch marks
- You trace them and he goes all blushy but shy and it's just adorable
- Absolutely gets manhandled when tickled he's so little it's so easy for Gladio to just sling him over one shoulder
- Tag teamed by Gladio and Noctis all the time
- The three of them have three way tickle fights while Ignis is cooking
- The only way Prompto gets a reprieve is if he can somehow get Ignis into the brawl as Noct's brattiness can't resist besting his advisor
- So he just rolls away while Noct turns his attention to Iggy and Gladio let's him because someone needs to watch the Anak steaks while Ignis is indisposed
- Has to watch out for minor passive-aggression the next day bc Iggy is Not Happy
- Lots of giggles
- All the giggles
- Unrelated to tickling but his love for chocobos he's such a summer child I 🥺🥺
hehe for th ask game how about ignis + ribs and noctis + tummy!! also hope u are having a good day :) -tickleraptorss
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ignis + ribs!
ooooo this is a good one okay! id give ignis' ribs a solid 7! he's not going to beg at this spot , but if you wanna get some healthy laughter outta him then this is a good spot to target hehe if you count in between his ribs that definitely scrambles his brain a little and gets him squirming even though he's not normally a squirmer
noctis + tummy!
noctis has a very ticklish tummy rest in peace, it's definitely a 9 / 10 and that encompasses all of his waist as well! i know we've talked about that little death spot on the back of noctis' waist and yeah (:< he just goes fuckin bonkers when he's tickled there it's truly a sight. tickly nibbles and kisses on his stomach are the way to get him Squealing
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Neither of them really know how this conversation came to life, but Noctis can count the amount of times Prompto has said “t-wordish” instead of “ticklish” and the amusement of it is written clearly upon his features. During a much needed break on the outskirts of Lestallum, the duo had decided to spend their afternoon playing their favorite game, whilst Gladio and Ignis attended to other business nearby, with the expectation to be back within the next few minutes.
“So you can say ticklish when you’re tickling me, or trying to tickle Gladio or Ignis, but you can’t say it in normal conversation?” Comes the prince’s teasing words, a smirk riding along the edges of his lips and tugging them high. Prompto puffs up, obviously a little offended at the word trying, and it only helps to boost Noctis’ already wide smirk.
“C’mooon, it’s not that easy, even for you. I see the way you kinda fidget when you say it in regular convo.” Prompto rebuttals, but Noctis only rolls those stormy eyes of his.
“I do not. I can say it fine. But you, you start squirming and wigglin’ around like a worm if someone says tickle at you.” And just like that, the blond proves Noctis’ claim by the minute jitter of his shoulders and the pout that’s blooming along his visage. “You get worse if I add this ⎯⎯” On that pause, gloved digits wiggle towards the other, specifically directed at his stomach.
Prompto fully squirms in his seat, unable to fight off the wobbly grin that diminishes and replaces his pout, a few stray giggles leaking from between his lips. Curse his pale skin, which dutifully exposes how saturated the flush of red is on him. He half-heartedly smacks at Noctis’ hands, but that does nothing to cease his teasing; if anything, Prompto’s just sealed his fate. Those hands launch forward and tug Prompto’s chair closer to his own, and without warning, begin to squeeze at the other’s sides.
“So we’re hitting now?” He feigns hurt within his tone, but his grin betrays the lie, observing with building glee as his boyfriend squeals and curls in himself.
“I ⎯ ahahah⎯ d-didn’t eheheven hit you hahahahard!” Prompto manages through his laughter, shoving at Noctis’ arms with little fight. “Nooohoho!”
“No? You basically started this, talking about who of us is more ticklish. It’s obviously you.” Digits alter from squeezing to sidering up and down the length of his sides, earning himself a squeak.
“Aaahaha⎯! You⎯⎯Yohohou’re just as sehehensitive as mehehehe!” Now, to prove a point of his own, Prompto lunges a limb towards Noctis and accomplishes to settle against his stomach, delivering quick squeezes and skitters along the covered skin. Having been caught off guard, Noctis lurches back his own squeak, obviously not having predicted that Prompto would actually challenge him in return.
“Nohohoho! Shihihit⎯⎯!” Shit is right. With the opportunity shining like the sun above them, Prompto jumps on the opening to dish back what he’s been taking. Slender fingers explore as much of Noctis’ torso as they can, from stomach to sides to ribs, and it’s more than enough to cause the prince to double over in laughter.
“Heheh, see? Look at you, all curled up and giggly! I haven’t even done much to you yet! So then, Noct, who’s the most ticklish again? Hmmm??” Prompto exclaims, giddiness painted all over every syllable. Despite their playful battle merely beginning, it’s short lived when the two of them hear the crinkling of bags and footsteps stop behind them. Prompto halts his actions, circulating to glance back at the older duo, and once Noctis catches his breath, he joins him.
“So, this is what you’re sat here doing whilst Gladio and I run important errands?” Ignis chides, but the taunt and sarcasm are more than noted in his words. He’s restraining the smile that dares to peak at the corners of his lips from the silliness he’s just witnessed.
“You two looked like you were having fun.” The larger of the four men muses, shifting to set the bags down near the side of the tent. “And without us? I’m hurt.”
“Prom’s delusional,” It seems Noctis still maintains some bite, even after the revenge attack, “He thinks I’m more ticklish than he is, which is definitely not true. Right, Gladio?”
A cheap tactic, calling for Gladio’s opinion while knowing damn well that it’s often the aforementioned shield that wrecks Prompto time and time again. He answers the prince with a smirk of his own, a smug glint twinkling within cocoa eyes.
“I dunno ⎯⎯ Ignis has told me some pretty funny stuff about you, Noct. Not to mention, the times that I’ve tickled you, and how easily I had you begging for mercy.” In an instant, Noctis’ impish and self - satisfied demeanor completely vanished, swiftly replaced by a flush of startled pink. It was Prompto’s turn to act a little pompous, leaning to the side to deliver a quick poke to the other’s side and relish in the squeak he’s given.
“Yeah, your highness, Gladio’s not gonna lie for you!”
“Nor will I,” Ignis finally chimes in, “But, Prompto, the same goes for you, my dear. You have minimal shame when it comes to what you want, don’t you? And it seems as though your ticklishness heightens with each little fight.”
The blush returns to spread along the bridge of Prompto’s nose and darken his cheeks once again. He releases an audible whine, his hands ascending to conceal the abashment that’s so very clear across his face. “Mmnn, who’s side are you guys on anyway?!”
A pause comes. The two in question exchange glances, silent but somehow intense at the same time, as if they were communicating telepathically. After a few more moments, they both return their sights to their loves, and the expressions they wear are enough to make Noctis and Prompto gulp in fear. Neither of them dared to break their gazes with Ignis and Gladio; it very much felt as though they were watching a couple of lions about to pounce on their prey and they were the prey.
“Y’know, we could help with this little issue you’re having.” Gladio finally speaks again, the teasing within his voice strong as ever.
“Quite true. Tickling one another would prove ineffectual and leave you both unable to properly score the other’s sensitivity.” As the words come, Ignis discovers himself now situated behind Noctis, a single, gloved finger slithering down the skin of the nape of his skin and Noctis nearly launched himself out of his body. “I believe you need a third and fourth party.”
Gladio had made his way over to Prompto, granting them all a display of strength and lifting the blond almost entirely too easily. Another squeak leaks from the smallest of the four, his fluster strengthening once their positions shift and he’s now seated upon Gladio’s lap. Gladio rests his hands on Prompto’s thighs and smirks at the way he’s already squirming under his touch. Ignis simply requests Noctis to stand so they could mimic the other two, and gods, there’s something so powerful about the manner in which Ignis can utilize his unfair voice and embarrassing in the way Noctis does whatever he’s told when it comes from the advisor ( almost every time ).
Once everyone is comfortable and situated, Ignis goes to the trouble of removing his gloves and makes certain that Noctis can witness him do it. It’s the anticipation of the act that truly wounds him, makes him all the more sensitive to his impending doom, and truthfully, may even be a little bit cheating. Gladio gives motion to his fingers in the slightest brush against the top of Prompto’s thighs, and already the gunman is fighting back a minuscule barrage of giggles; he may lose this little competition before it really commences.
“Alright. Gladio, where do you feel would be the best to begin? I’ll allow you to decide.”
“Oh, what an honor. Y’know Iggy, I’m pretty partial to starting slow and steady, and then building up the reactions by going to more ticklish spots.” As he explains his process, Gladio can feel Prompto wiggle softly, acknowledging full well that doing so is only darkening Prompto’s blossoming fluster.
“Ah, I see. So, we’ll start at the sides then.” With not a beat missed, both of the older males attached their fingers to the sides of the one in their laps, the apexes digging in softly with little vibrations.
Despite how gentle the tickling’s began, both Noctis and Prompto have been thrown into soft fits of giggles, squirming in their seats. Neither can really escape from the attack because of the positions they were in, but neither truly desired to; Ignis and Gladio retained full control over their predicament and you wouldn’t hear them complaining about it. At least, not truthfully.
“M-Mmhmhp! Noho⎯ohaha!” Noctis at least attempted to restrain the flow of his giggling, biting down on his bottom lip or the inside of his cheek to quell the sound.
“Eehehe! Glahadiohoho!” Prompto, on the other hand, couldn’t help but to release his merriment freely, his grin toothy and wide and eliciting a mimic of that joy in the form of a smile from his larger boyfriend.
“You ask me why I target you so much, but then you go and act like this. You’re way too damn cute for your own good, Prom.” The compliment rewards Gladio with a deeper flush blossoming over Prompto’s cheeks and the bridge of his nose, contrasting with those adorable freckles splattered across his features like a sea of stars. His giggling intensifies with it and almost as if in tandem, Noctis’ own laughter raises in volume.
“Your laughter is so powerful, Prompto; you’ve got Noct turning into a giggle bug right along with you.” Ignis teases, bolstering his current attack with light scratches and scribbles into the crevices between Noctis’ ribs. The prince squeals at the contact upon the new spot, his arms moving against his will and locking Ignis’ fingers in place, which as he knows, has done nothing but aid him.
“Plehehease⎯! I-Ignihihis!” Noctis manages off of a squeak, hesitantly forcing his limbs to release their grip in hopes that it would make the tickling a little more bearable ⎯ it sure as hell didn’t work like that.
“Please what, your highness?” Those evil digits never let up on their assault, nor do they press in any harder than need be, resulting in those feather light sensations that easily drive the prince up a wall. “You’re going to have to speak up; all of this laughter is making it quite difficult to hear you.” He spares a pointed, taunting glance to the blond that’s still being tickled silly by Gladio, lips morphing into a smirk when aforementioned blond conceals his face with his hands and muffles the soft mirth that still exudes from him.
Gladio was having none of that. With a display of his strength, he scoops both of Prompto’s wrists into one hand, raising his arms just enough to be granted better exposure of his ribs and stomach. Even utilizing only a single hand, Gladio continues to do just as much tickly damage as he did before. A squeal breaks free from the gunman, somehow even more sensitive than prior ⎯ he blames it on his poor stretched and unprotected torso.
“GlahAHa⎯Glahahdiooo! Th-Thihihis ihisn’t FAHA⎯ahahair!” Those words come choked out on a long giggle, his frame wiggling about like an earthworm that’s been picked up by a child. Gladio doesn’t let up whatsoever, but his gaze moves from Prompto to Noctis and Ignis, and with a nod, he gestures towards Noctis with a point of his chin.
“Prom’s got a point, Iggy. He’s been stripped of the use of his arms, and since this is technically a little competition, Noctis should be in a similar, if not the same circumstance as him.” As if he’s got any say in the matter, Prompto nods rapidly, obviously in full agreement, causing an amused chuckle from the taller.
“Whahaht?! Pr⎯ohohompto, yohohou’re dEAHAd l⎯lahahater!” Noctis cries, offended that he’s been singled out. That’s gotta count as cheating right?!
“I don’t think you’re in a position to be making threats to anyone, my little prince.” That pet name churns Noctis’ stomach and sets forth a barrage of butterflies within him, enough to make him squirm harder because dammit, even that tickles a little bit too. As if his sensitivity couldn’t get any worse, Ignis grabs hold of his both of his wrists, same as Gladio did to Prompto, but instead of holding his arms higher above his head, he tugs them behind Noctis and presses them taut between the royal’s back and his stomach. Now, one may think that such a position leaves Ignis in a vulnerable state for revenge, but Noctis knows more than well enough the consequences that would lie in waiting should he try to tickle Ignis right now; especially since he’s got him restrained.
With his free hand, the advisor returns to Noctis’ ribs and digs back between the bones, swapping from spidery to scratchy tickles, but the actual pressure of it all remains just as agitatedly soft as before. It seems Gladio hasn’t gotten any rougher with his tickling either, considering Prompto’s still dropping gleeful little giggles that haven’t increased much since this all commenced. The anticipation of when the two would truly go to town on them was both terrifying and exhilarating; they knew exactly how to play this out.
Finally, after what seemed like a year, Gladio decides to kick it up a notch. He shares a nod with Ignis, who seems to fathom what to do simply from the action, and without uttering a single word, the duo settle their fingers on untouched spots and continue their devilish work there. Gladio’s taken reign over the skin just underneath Prompto’s armpits, migrating from one to the other with light scribbling from just the apexes of his nails. Unable to restrain the shriek that tears from his lips, Prompto nearly jumps out of Gladio’s lap, his legs kicking out a bit. Laughter bursts from him like a broken faucet, that particular area where Gladio’s focused on is definitely a much more effective spot than his sides or ribs.
Observing Prompto’s new ticklish plight brings forth a new apprehension to Noctis, knowing damn well that Ignis doesn’t plan on gifting him any mercy, especially since this has developed into some sort of game between the advisor and the shield. Despite being the only one of royal blood, Noctis is merely a tickly pawn of the game right now, alongside Prompto. Taking in the sight of Gladio wrecking the shit out of the blond is nothing short of embarrassing and Noctis has to force himself to look elsewhere, a blush creeping its way onto his features. Ignis notices this, and with a smirk drawn across his visage, he elects to grant his prince the same predicament.
“Oh, tsk. Are you feeling left out, love? Here, let’s remedy that for you.” The way Ignis’ voice dispenses from his lips in this silky, smooth tone leaves Noctis a little breathless, nearly wanting more of it, but acknowledging the price at which that would come. Ignis’ teasing is always on another level and he only seems to get better at it with each go, and that always spells trouble for whoever its’ targeted at ( usually, Noctis ). Regardless, Ignis makes good on his word, his fingers discovering home upon his hips and drilling the tips of his fingers into the flesh there. The motions are a little bit harder this time, enough to force a loud squeal from Noctis, but still not quite enough to bolster his giggling into full blown laughter.
“StohohahAHAP⎯⎯beheheing so sohoHOHOFT!” Noctis pleads, attempting to shimmy his hips enough to deter Ignis’ fingers from obtaining a steady rhythm. The gentle tickles were killing him, actually killing him, he swears it! While he’s secretly ( it’s not a secret ) an avid lover of the more tender, gentler tickles like he and Prompto are receiving right now, he prefers those to occur in private, intimate settings where he’s cuddled up against whoever and can simply allow himself to let loose and freely enjoy them with the other person. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t having the time of his life, but the abashment that’s cemented in the pit of his gut would tell him otherwise.
“What’s the matter, Noct? Too ticklish for even soft touches? Does that mean that you’re gonna lose before we’ve even really begun?” Gladio shoots a tease at the prince, grinning wide and all too pleased with himself. He’s lucky that he’s a behemoth of a man and that it takes all three of them to pin him down to make him eat his own words.
“Come now Gladio, don’t be too mean,” Ignis replies, but the tonality of his words is much too cheeky for Noctis’ liking, “You’ve got a very ticklish little birdie right there on your lap. He’s barely managed a coherent sentence since you went for that new spot, hm?”
At that taunt, Prompto lets out an adorable whine, which prompts Gladio to speed up his fingers a bit and earn a sharp squeal from him too. His grin couldn’t possibly become any brighter.
“I’ll give you that, he’s a seriously ticklish little bird. A ticklish little bird with no feathers to be seen. Let’s see, maybe I can find them.” And with that, calloused digits start to perform clawing search motions up and down the entire plane of Prompto’s torso. The touches aren’t as gentle as they once were since he’s squeezing and scrawling at the flesh where fingers dive down, and the reaction that erupts from the smallest of the four has even Ignis’ lips twitching at the corners in mirth.
“⎯⎯WaAAH-ahahAIT! WAIT! NohohOHOHO⎯⎯!” Another shriek breaches from the gunslinger, followed by a volley of high-pitched, giggly hysterics. Gladio still hasn’t enacted his worst yet, and already, Prompto was crumbling to pieces. “I haAHA-AHave nohoho⎯⎯feHEHEHeatherrrrs!”
“You don’t? That can’t be right. I could’ve SWORN you had some feathers somewhere. You’re our own little golden chocobo, how could you not have feathers?” To further prove his imaginary point, Gladio begins to search and squeeze at the sides of Prompto’s waist, right above the death spot of his hips, yet still way too close for comfort.
“AAH⎯! B-BaHAbe, please⎯! Nohohot tHEHEHRE⎯!” Prompto certainly knows how to soften Gladio right up, that’s for certain. But even so, Gladio isn’t finished with him quite yet. And Noctis’ situation isn’t much better.
“Ig⎯Igghehehe! Wa-ahait! NohOHO⎯! ShihiHIHIT⎯⎯!” Ignis’ hand got to busying itself with Noctis’ stomach, squeezing and clawing at the skin there, alternating between that and tracing the contours of his abdomen. Now, Noctis knows that Ignis can utilize magic just as well as he can, and though he knows that the other isn’t using it on him at this moment, it sure damn felt like it; every touch sent a shockwave of sensations under his flesh like an electric current and jolted higher pitched laughs like they were being punched out of him. Ignis knew from plenty of experience that his stomach was his second to worst spot, and gods he feared for when they would end this with the worst.
Unfortunately, for both Noctis and Prompto, that time was sneaking up on them faster than they would be able to handle. While his fingers were still at work on Prompto, Gladio raises to lock sights with Ignis and the smirk he wears has bloomed into something wolfish, gluttonous even. There’s an evil glint in both of their eyes that the ticklish duo recognized all too well, and before they can even mutter an iota of protest, Gladio speaks first.
“Iggy, let’s talk for a sec, give these two a little break. Tell me, what’s Noctis’ worst spot?”
The absolute shock and horror that registers into every nook and cranny of Noctis’ expression is so damn priceless, Gladio almost wants to let Prompto go so he can snap a picture. Almost.
Ignis hums, pretending to contemplate whether or not he’ll grant Gladio such important information. Noctis, on the other hand, knows he’s completely screwed.
“It’s the area at the back of his waist, where his sides meet his hips. It’s a sneaky little spot, I wouldn’t have ever guessed it had I not found it by accident weeks ago.”
Gladio nods, storing that information for later use. “Prom’s is a little easier to get to, but it’s funny that his and Noct’s most ticklish areas are near each other’s. It’s his hips. Poor thing goes ballistic every time he’s tickled there, don’t you baby?”
Gladio’s response is a long, drawn out whine from the blond that has him chuckling once again. “H-How is this a break?! Teasing is just as baaaad you guys!”
“Yeahahah⎯⎯what Prompto said..!” Noctis grumbles in agreement, still shaking out the last of his giggles.
“Oh? If that’s the case, shall we go ahead and finish this off, Gladio? Our little tickle bugs seem to be getting impatient.” Oh no.
“Sounds like a plan to me. Who’re we to keep them waiting to see who wins this thing?” This was the moment that Noctis and Prompto realized they had resigned to their demise.
Ignis and Gladio released their arms, only to dig both hands right into their respective lee’s most ticklish spots. Gentle tickles were thrown out the window; these two displayed not an ounce of mercy. They both would rotate between different tactics, from scribbling and scratching to drilling and squeezing with vibrations added into the mix. Thank the gods they were in the middle of the wilderness, because the sheer force and volume of the screams that came from Noctis and Prompto would’ve been enough to alert anyone within the immediate vicinity into thinking there was some sort of trouble afoot.
Their individual laughter was uproarious enough, but the combination of their mirth together was something extraordinary, really. Boasting heavy grins wide enough that it split their faces in two from ear to ear. Eyelids squeezed shut tight over their gazes, but it wasn’t enough to deter the tears that were pooling at the corners of their lashes, threatening to spill over. The squirming builds up to slight thrashing; not enough to injure or escape, but certainly enough to show that yes, for fuck’s sake, it tickles so damn bad.
It isn’t until Prompto’s laughter turns completely silent, those tears now streaming down cherry red cheeks, that a winner is finally declared. Noctis still managed to produce sound, as squeaky and broken as it may be, thus concluding that he could handle the tickling a little bit better than Prompto could. Still, this victory was gained by the skin of his teeth, and even Noctis recognized that. He wasn’t sure he could have stood his ground much longer.
“Well, there you have it.” Gladio muses, his and Ignis’ fingers coming to a slow halt, before removing themselves completely from the males’ physiques.
“This is the outcome I expected. As much as Prompto enjoys tickling, he’s always much more reactive and easier to bring to the brink than you, Noct. At least, in my experience.”
Despite his win, Noctis can scarcely catch his breath, let alone let it show on his expression how satisfied he is. Right now, he’s just tired. Tired, and pliant, and happy, and he doesn’t want to move for a little while.
Prompto seems to be in a similar state as him. The only reply he gives to Ignis’ statements is a little grunt and hmph sound, shrugging slender shoulders and shifting so that he’s leaning against the large mass of Gladio’s chest. “I’ll take this L with pride… but you’re gonna let me nap on you in return, big guy..” His soft demand ends on a breaching yawn, snuggling closer into the warmth that Gladio exudes.
“Yeah..” Noctis nods, mimicking Prompto’s movements to find a comfortable position to lay against Ignis, “You too, Iggy…”
The older duo glance at one another, fondness expressed all around. They allow the other two to indulge in repose, all cuddled up into them. Once certain that they were properly deep in sleep, Gladio and Ignis both rise and take precaution in the tread to the tent situated near them. They each place their tuckered out loves into the bed of the tent and leave them to attend to other duties in the meanwhile, namely dinner preparation and gathering quests to earn more gil. Even unconscious, Noctis and Prompto find one another, limbs entangling and bodies pressing against each other for that familiar warmth while they slumber.
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Ugh. How Ignis managed to rise just as the sun ascends into the sky, every morning, Noctis will never fathom. He’s never been a morning person himself; the afternoon suits him just fine, sometimes even stretching into the evening if he’s had a long night prior (though Ignis will always advocate against Noctis staying up too early and waking up too late). Despite his aversion to waking up before the dawn hits the horizon, Ignis had requested a favor from him and the prince had already agreed to aid him in his breakfast ventures. His muscles tremble as his body stirs itself to motion, sluggishly sitting himself up, a groan slipping between slightly chapped lips. A yawn rouses from within, limbs reaching for heights with a stretch and another accompanying groan.
Cobalt sight glances to the side to take in Prompto's still slumbering frame and a singe of jealousy sparks. Maybe he should've told Ignis no, he's still tired, but at the same time, Noctis does appreciate whenever Ignis desires to make time for just the two of them; it's different now, ever since they entered into a more romantic relationship. Butterflies swirl within the pit of Noctis' stomach at the thought of their newfound intimacy and that realization animates him, waking him up even more.
Finally departing from the tent that's truly, much too small for four grown men, a palm rises to rub at the back of his neck and massage out any kinks from sleeping. Noctis looks around and much to his surprise, Ignis is nowhere to be seen. Confusion settles against his features, walking along the surface of the haven until he hears a pained, frustrated noise coming from below. Making his way down the path from the top of the flat boulder, Noctis finally spots his boyfriend, disheveled and clearly dealing with distress, yet somehow, Ignis still comes off sophisticated about it. It’s a talent that both irritates and attracts the prince all the same.
“Noct!” He cries as soon as the other comes into view, agitation prominent in every contour of his visage.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?!” Concern begins to churn in his stomach, fingers twitching with the aura of his armiger, ready to go should there be a fight of any kind.
Ignis pants a bit, as if he were already out of breath for whatever reason. “It’s not me… It’s my spectacles.”
Noctis has to take a moment and process that word spectacles, because honestly, it’s too damn early for this. “⎯Your glasses? Well, how come they’re not on your face?”
“I was making ready to leave camp so I could gather some ingredients from a nearby deposit when a black chocobo sidled up, snatched my specs from over my nose and bolted!”
Noctis doesn’t even attempt to disguise his obvious mirth at the situation, clutching at his stomach as a few giggles bubbled up to the surface at Ignis’ expense. “Oh, man, that’s hilarious!” He sighs in amusement once his laughter dies down, but the look his love shoots him proves that Ignis absolutely does not share in his merriment.
“This is no laughing matter!” His reply is sharp like a blade and it’s enough to make Noctis a little quieter, “We must retrieve them at once!”
“At once? ⎯Like, right now?” Noctis’ tone is incredulous, but he can see Ignis means every syllable of what he said from yet another apical stare towards him. Guess breakfast is going to be late this morning.
“That foul fowl trotted off in that direction. Let’s move. Sorry to drag you along.” Though there was a chance he’d piss Ignis off even more than he already was, he doesn’t hold back the small chuckle that comes from the other’s statement; even when he’s angered, he manages to make a joke, albeit most likely unintentionally. They start their trek in search of the feathered thief with Ignis leading the way, keen memory guiding him in the direction the chocobo sped off in.
“You’ve got a spare pair, don’t ya’? Just use those.”
Noctis can see Ignis shake his head at the suggestion, as if what he said was completely out of the question.
“And let a perfectly good pair go to waste as a chocobo’s trinket? I think not!” The advisor chides, and Noctis is nearly taken aback by how fixed Ignis’ tone is. Confusion breathes onto his features once more as to why Ignis was so set on this particular pair of glasses, especially when he still owns a pair, but he figures it’s best to abstain from continuing to question the older male.
“Uh⎯okay?”
The conversation halts there as the two advance on their tread, a silence falling between them that settles in tune with the sounds of the wilderness around them. Although he’ll never truly be a morning person, there are some few instances where Noctis can appreciate the benefits of being an early riser. Sometimes. The duo happen upon a clearing with a couple of ponds, and after scaling down the minuscule cliffs, Ignis gestures with a tilt of his head and a cry of “We have the culprit. There!”
Noctis follows his gaze and sets his own sights on the criminal avian, breathing out a tiny sigh of relief. “Finally. So what now, Sergeant No-Specs?”
The man in question shoots Noctis a look, similar to his earlier visual reprimand, but replies with “I brought along a secret weapon just in case: a handful of gysahl greens.”
Noctis nods, displaying no surprise that Ignis already had a master plan to retrieve his glasses back. “Nice. So, how do you wanna do this?”
“We lure the bird this way,” He begins, eyes migrating between Noctis and their target, “While it gorges itself on greens, you grab the glasses.”
The plan seemed simple enough and after a bit more of ironing out the details, it was ready to be set in motion. Ignis reveals the treat from his back pocket and makes his way calmly, and slowly, over to the chocobo, making certain that the greens were in full view. Once the chocobo had deemed that Ignis wasn’t a threat and noticed the gysahl greens lying a few feet away from him, it bent at its neck and indeed began to devour its little gift. Noctis took this as an opportunity to seek out the glasses, discovering their location at the root of a giant tree trunk. He wasn’t far from it, but it was enough of a distance that proved he needed to be careful if he wanted to grab the glasses without being seen by the feathered thief.
It definitely took some doing: a little bit of stealth, a little bit of sweet talking, but Noctis soon made it to the tree trunk and swiped up the glasses, running off towards the hill where he signaled to Ignis that his mission was a success. A smile begins to find purchase along Ignis’ lips, glancing at the chocobo who, after finishing its meal, shook out its feathers and sped off in the opposite direction. Ignis scoffed some as he ascended from his kneeled position and joined Noctis at the base of the slope.
“Not so much as a thank you for the greens.” A neatly sculpted brow raises at Noctis, who’s now silently staring at Ignis’ face. “Ah… Something the matter?”
“Just realized I’d never really seen your face without your glasses all that much. I’m getting a good look while I can.”
That smile deepens, if only slightly, a hand posing upon his hip. “⎯Yes, well, without them, I could hardly make out yours, but we saw our way through it. And now they’re back where they belong. Thank you, Noct.”
“Yeah, I’m good like that. So, do I get a reward?” The prince’s tonality comes off teasing, but he’s also half serious, sauntering closer to Ignis with his arms crossing over the width of his chest. “Like, getting to go back to bed, and taking you with me?”
The smile that Ignis wears starts transforming into more of a smirk, his hand departing his hip in favor of both hands settling along the curve of Noctis’. “Is that what my little prince desires?”
A shiver dances the length of Noctis’ spine, as it does whenever Ignis drops a pet name on him. As embarrassing as it is, and you’ll catch him as a cold body before he admits it, little prince is one of his favorites. Ignis knows this full well and takes proper advantage whenever the situation permits him to. He leans in, lids closing halfway over those beautiful jade eyes of his, and while Noctis is ready for a kiss, Ignis’ lips never connect. He remains a centimeter away from him, only close enough for their breaths to intermingle, and god, it’s so unfair. Noctis holds back a whine, but coils his upper limbs ‘round the taller’s neck, insinuating that he’s waiting.
“I don’t know if you deserve a reward for laughing at my plight earlier.” Ignis’ fingers twitch as they travel up to Noctis’ sides, clutching at the flesh there and Noctis’ reaction is an instant squeak, his arms loosening their hold around the other’s neck because holy shit, this is now a problem.
“W⎯Wait, Ignis, I helped you get your glasses back⎯⎯” Noctis’ attempt to deter Ignis is feeble at best, knowing damn well Ignis isn’t listening to him.
“That’s true. But not before you showed your obvious glee at the situation of them being stolen by that bird. I wonder, how are those joyous feelings now? Do you still think something’s funny?” Those slim digits resting on Noctis’ sides animate into soft, spidering tickles, immediately sending Noctis into a fit of giggles, his body squirming against Ignis.
“Noooohohoho! I⎯⎯N-Nohohohothing’s funny!” He manages to choke out, a wide grin spreading along his lips that makes Ignis’ heart flutter gently within the hollows of his chest.
“If nothing’s funny, then why are you laughing?”
Noctis doesn’t find a way to respond, giggles bubbling from the pit of his stomach reigning over his vocabulary skills.
“Could it be because I’m tickling you? Is that it? Are you ticklish, my prince?” Those teases shoot out like bullets and send small waves of electricity coursing through Noctis, amplified by Ignis’ wandering fingers that have ascended towards his ribs. His laughter raises in volume with those evil fingers, but therein comes a defiant shake of cobalt tresses, teeth biting down on his bottom lip.
“⎯⎯Nohohoho! I’m⎯nohohohot!” He’s adorable, Ignis thinks, as those soft, sweeping tickles evolve into digging strokes between the bones of his ribs and along the sides of them, promptly causing Noctis’ knees to buckle. Ignis anticipates the drop of weight against him, almost as if Noctis were going to use that to escape, but he should know better. The advisor delivers a strong string of squeezes to his boyfriend’s ribs in different places, rewarded with squeals and even more squirming as Ignis relocates Noctis to the ground below them. He slides up and straddles either side of Noctis’ legs, though takes precise caution to keep his weight off of the younger’s bad leg.
“You’re not? That doesn’t sound quite right; not with how much hilarity you seem to be indulging in. Look at how wide that smile is. You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you, your highness?”
Damn him. Damn Ignis for knowing exactly what to say and how to say it to fluster Noctis until the end of time. It never fails to cause the sensation of hundreds of butterflies making pirouettes within his stomach, the surface of his skin painted over with pink and heat. Teeth worry over his bottom lip with feeble attempts at disguising the mirth that effortlessly bubbles out of him, but to no avail: Ignis is simply too skilled at turning him into royal silly putty.
“I-Ihihihignis! St⎯Stohohohop!” Comes his ailing plea, his laughter kicking up a few notches when those digits traverse the expanse of his torso, switching from squeezes along his sides, to prods and brushes of the tips over each rib. These sensations are utterly relentless, driving the poor prince into louder, higher pitched mirth that causes Ignis’ heart to swell even larger with love. There is nary a sight he finds more precious than of his beloved highness engaged in glee and happiness, enjoying himself beyond measure, even if he inclines to deny such feelings. Ignis knows him better than anyone, having been the first of the group to interact with Noctis at a young age, and so he can admit with confidence that his ability to read the other has well developed over the years.
“Stop? We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” His tone holds taunt in an almost incredulous manner, momentarily halting his tickling to reach over to the side of their physiques and grab something that Noctis can’t quite make out ⎯⎯ not until Ignis pulls back fully, and Noctis’ squinting eyes immediately widen to the size of dinner plates.
“Is that a⎯?”
“⎯A gift that our little avian friend left behind for us,” There’s a fresh, dangerous smirk tugging at the corners of Ignis’s lips as his fingers twirl a large, black feather between them. “Shall we put it to good use?”
Noctis gulps silently, the tanned color of his skin regressing to a ghostly white. That smirk in combination with that swirling feather meant that Noctis was about to meet his maker, and yet… There’s a swell of anticipation, of excitement, dawning on him and though he’s already squirming and wriggling under the threat of that feather, he isn’t fighting to flee much at all.
“I’ll take your silence as a yes, darling.”
Darling, huh? A new flush of heat spreads along the apples of Noctis’ cheeks, restoring color to his previously washed out skin. Ignis isn’t one to truly utilize pet names for Noctis outside of the two of them being alone together, so even though his boyfriend is about to wreck his shit, Noctis couldn’t help but to appreciate when Ignis does refer to him romantically.
It’s a swift snap back to reality when Noctis feels the sensation of his shirt riding up, stopping just short of his chest. Ignis doesn’t even grant him a minute to process the situation before he feels that all too soft feather dragging up the contours of his abs, in a squiggly line all of the way up to where his shirt is bunched. His reaction is instantaneous; squeaky giggles discover the air, mouth agape as he squirms under the feather’s light touch. Ignis draws circles with the tip of the damn thing, never settling in one place for too long to keep the prince guessing and on edge.
“Ihihignis! Plehehehease! No⎯NohohOHOHO, NOT THEHEHERE⎯!” It seems the royal advisor’s struck gold after migrating down to Noctis’ stomach, particularly torturing his navel by dipping the feather in, swirling about, removing it, and then repeating the process over again. If Noctis hadn’t been fighting back earlier, the struggle was certainly real now, because the delicate strokes inside of his belly button coupled with the grazes and swirls over his stomach were absolutely maddening.
There was something so precise and evil about light tickling, nigh methodical in a way that Ignis seemed to thrive on. Rougher, harder tickles had their advantages when it comes to most people, including Noctis, but softer, gentler tickles on certain areas was pure torture in comparison, and that’s exactly what the situation is here. That feather is a tool held by a man much too skilled for Noctis’ own good, and Ignis has no trouble proving that very fact, evidenced by the jump in octave and volume of the prince’s laughter when the older began to pretend to paint with the feather’s tip across the plane of his belly.
“AaahahahAHAHA! Ignihihi⎯⎯BABE, plehehehease! Nohoho mohohohore!” It was Ignis’ turn to feel the spark of a fluster, his stomach churning within at being called babe by Noctis, but he’d be a dead son of a gun before he allowed himself to admit it. It softens him right up though, a power that Noctis doesn’t realize he possesses and Ignis isn’t about to permit him to know any time soon. Still, finishing up isn’t quite on his to-do list just yet; he wants one last grand burst of his laughter from the man below him and he knows just how to get it.
He sets the feather down, desiring to use nothing but his own natural tickle tools for this. Noctis spoils himself with much needed oxygen, gulping down as much as he can manage because goosebumps are ascending along his arms and there’s a chill in the air that tells him that Ignis’ isn’t done with him yet. He's abashed, and yet Noctis can’t tear his eyes away from the older, a crooked grin finding home upon his lips that has Ignis gifting him something similar.
“My ticklish little prince,” He begins, vocals dropping to nigh a low whisper, “There's an effortless way to make all of this stop. You must simply admit how much you enjoy tickling. Once I hear that, I'll stop."
Noctis finds his eyes widening once again, the ultimatum presented to him flushing his system with a stronger embarrassment. Teeth bite down on his bottom lip once more but he shakes his head defiantly, if only to push Ignis into forcing him to obey. Trust and believe, that's exactly what Ignis wanted. Slender fingers hover over Noctis's stomach, lingering phantom tickles from earlier causing Noctis to giggle without even being touched, the tease of it all enough to drive him insane. Ignis observes him with intent, slowly wiggling his fingers to gage a reaction from the other and is pleased to be given another giggle.
"I haven't even begun touching you again yet," He muses, jade sight glinting behind his glasses, "You're much too adorable for your own good, you know that?"
Noctis flushes even darker, the embarrassment building within him. "Ignis-- damnmit, c'mon--" and he's cut off, not even a second later, by his owl howls and squeals of laughter, the advisor making quick work of diminishing that attitude. His fingers dove right in, digging and kneading at Noctis' stomach and sides with an unholy precision that had knocked coherence right out of his mind.
"You're so impatient. Do you know what happens when princes become bratty?" He'd made note of this spot earlier; the one positioned right below his navel, just above the hem of his pants. A smirk travels back onto Ignis' lips as he targets that spot, hones in on it, and for a moment, he thought Noctis was in pain from the way he barked out a yelp, but laughter was quickly added to the mix of noises that derived from the prince. His mouth hung as though unhinged from his jaw and nothing but loud, melodious hysterics could be heard from Noctis. Any use of words had gone out the window and at this point, even struggling was something that required more energy than Noctis had, every ounce of it sapped from the terrible, horrible, amazing, tickling.
Gazing down upon his pliant, tickle-happy prince, Ignis can't help the bright smile plastered on his lips. He leans down to plant a gentle kiss to his cheek, transferring as much love into the gesture as possible. When Noctis' laughter begins to go silent and tears threaten to spill at the corners of his eyes, Ignis finally decides he's had enough. Slowing his fingers down to a complete halt, he removes them from the other's panting frame and moves to the side to admire his work. The lids of Noctis' eyes squeeze shut, focused only bringing in as much air as possible and remembering how to move his limbs. He's jelly-bodied, electricity still coursing under his skin even after minutes roll by with no touching from Ignis.
Once he gathers his bearings, Noctis meets Ignis' gaze, cheeks still flushed with petal pink and a small smile still visible on his lips. "-- Remind me to never help you chase down a chocobo again."
Ignis allows a diminutive chuckle at that statement, moving to rise from his crouched position over Noctis, his hand extended to aid his boyfriend to rise to his feet as well. He's exhausted and it shows from the buckle of his knees, the slight wobble in the way he walks. Ignis pulls him in close, upper appendage coiling around his waist but there's no ill intention in his action. He delivers another pampering kiss to Noctis, this time on the side of his head. Noctis leans against Ignis as they start their tread back towards the camp, giddy and tired, and all too ready to use this little playtime in his favor, and force Ignis to make whatever Noctis wanted for breakfast-- well, actually, make that brunch.
- He finds it awkward but enjoys wrecking his friends
- Definitely lers Noct the most because His Royal Brattiness likes to try and get away with shit
- Often does Iggy's dirty work for him
- But can be won over with the promise of a cup noodle
- Does have a ticklish neck
- Good luck getting to it though
- Can control his reactions so most people give up on tickling him
- Is not afraid to use his big-ass muscles to his advantage
- DESTROYS NOCTIS
- He loves teaching His Royal Brattiness a lesson
- Will absolutely bring it into training
- Doesn't always tease but when he does good lord
- "Better keep this away from Niflheim, hmm? They'll start sending tickling MTs too, you'd be useless against them!"
- Starts calling Noct His Royal Ticklishness
- Knows when it's inappropriate to do so though, unlike Noctis
- Absolutely does punishment tickles
- Also destroys Prompto but only when the blonde asks
- Other than that he tends to be more playful with the blonde
- For example, if the blonde does a stretch he will absolutely tickle those exposed armpits because the man is asking for it
- If that escalates into him lifting the smaller man up and wrecking him that's none of Gladio's business
- Always finds an excuse to tickle Prompto's tummy
- Calls Prompto Sunshine and its cute
- Literally so gentle with Ignis I 🥺
- Because Ignis doesn't really get involved with tickling but it's quite relaxing for him when the advisor is stressed or upset
- So when the boys are in bed he just pulls the smaller man onto his lap and gently tickles his back while Ignis is shuddering and giggling quietly on his lap and it's cute and intimate and UwU inducing
absolutely noctis is. gladio’s really not even that ticklish for the most part, only on certain spots so if you try to get him without being absolutely sure you’re hitting a sensitive spot, it’s gonna be over for you. noctis and prompto have both learned this the hard way lmao
What kind of tickles are they sensitive to?
noctis is very sensitive to scribbling, feathers, and kisses. scribbling on his tummy or sides is a very good way to get him to squeak and giggle head head off, same with feathers, and kisses work wonders on his neck and ears. gladio’s probably only sensitive to rougher tickles, like digging and scratching; he’s got a lot of muscle and you gotta get through it somehow yknow
Which role (lee/ler) does each of them hold?
noctis is absolutely a switch, but when it comes to gladio, he’s a lee 99% of the time lmao and ofc gladio’s a ler the majority of the time, at least until ignis has had enough of his shit ( bc ignis knows where his tickle spots are and how to get him laughing )
How did they discover each others’ ticklishness?
gladio discovered noctis’ sensitivity when they were kids, during a round of training. unfortunately for notics, it became a pretty regular addition to their normal training, something in the name of “endurance” lmao meanwhile, noctis only found out about gladio’s ticklishness because of ignis
Who’s more likely to instigate a tickle fight?
gladio, whether it be because noctis is being moody and needs something to help him cheer up or he’s being bratty and needs to be taken down a peg or two. noctis only attempts to start a tickle fight when gladio’s being sassy himself AND he can catch him off guard, because lord know that if he gets caught, it’s over for him
How often do they tickle each other?
pretty often, they like to tease and taunt at each other, pushing buttons and whatnot to see who’s going to react first. again, it’s most common during their training and sparring sessions, since gladio can use that as an excuse and noctis has too much pride to walk away from the challenge
Who’s the least likely to ask for tickles?
gladio, definitely. noctis isn’t big on asking for them either, especially not outright because it’s embarrassing, but gladio is much more of a ler, so he’d be the one asking to do the tickling rather than being tickled. he’s absolutely asked noctis for it before, and it was just to watch him flare up red and flustered lmao
