All Tangled Up (an ego tickle fic)
hello hello! here i have my first fic for all you wonderful followers~! there’s like 6 of you now lol
this one’s got lee!illie and ler!yancy, since the two need more content ;-;
hope you like it!!
Illinois has been reluctant to bring Yancy along on such a dangerous mission. Though, as he considered the other’s past, and how long he’d been stuck in a cell, it quickly became apparent that a trip like this would be good for the both of them. It must have been ages since he’d seen nature. Heck, even just hearing the poor guy talk about how much he loved trees showed how much he’d missed stuff like this.
So he did his best to find the easiest and least deadly route down the the cave system he’d been meaning to look through, working slowly through the jungle environment so Yancy wouldn’t fall behind. They were making their way down a slight incline, so Illinois had to guide the other on just how to navigate without slipping.
“So youses do this sorta thing all the time, huh?” Yancy asked, leaning against a larger tree to catch his breath.
Illinois looked back, smiling coolly, even after their long hike so far, “As often as I can... You're lucky I already had all this planned out before you showed up-“
Yancy snickered, though before he could come up with a response witty enough, the sound of rocks sliding beneath them caught both of their attentions. Illinois froze up as the ground began to slip out from underneath him. I guess he should have been more careful, but he had been a little distracted by Yancy’s question, and the excitement of being out and about with a friend, for once.
He fell with a yelp, the rocks carrying him down into the deeper parts of the ravine and out of the jailbird’s sight. The latter instantly gasped, rushing forward to help.
“Illinois!”
Once Yancy reached the bottom of the hill to make sure he was ok with minimal scraping, he skid to a halt as his eyes met the surprising sight.
Illinois was currently struggling to break himself free from a web of vines and branches that he had managed to get caught up in on the way down. He was visibly embarrassed at how difficult it was for him, especially with his positioning. He was rolled up, his arms stuck flat at his sides and hovering a few feet above the ground.
“That’s a lot of vines...” Yancy muttered, and the adventurer sent him a flustered pout.
“I can handle it.” He insisted, squirming around like a caterpillar, “I just need to reach my knife-“
“Don’t you worry a tiny little hair on that head a youses-“ Yancy cut him off, pulling out his own knife from his boot and stepping over to cut him free, “Yancy’s got it all taken care of...”
Illinois seemed huffy, but he relented and let the other make his way over.
Yancy gave a short whistle as he looked over the multitude of tangles and tree vines, wondering where he should start. He tried to go for one that would be the closest to the source, and he reached out to try and work his hand under a particular vine that was wrapped around the other’s hip.
Illinois instantly tensed up at the feeling, giving a sharp and brief exhale. Yancy, of course, noticed the odd reaction, his face falling into a frown of concern, “I didn’t hurt you none, did I-?”
“Mph- No-“ Illinois forced out, though there was an obvious blush on his cheeks.
Yancy smirked as he realized what had happened, but shrugged, going back to try and pull the vine again. Though this time, following a hunch of sorts, he dug in a little more into the archeologist’s hip.
“-Hehey!” Illinois whined, trying his best to squirm free and away from the feeling.
Yancy snickered, “What’s the big idea, Illie? I’m barely touchin’ ya~”
Illinois gave a gruff sigh in response, but he had to bite back most of his laughter, “...Yahancy, don’t you dare-“
It didn’t seem to spur the other, and he brought his other hand up to dig into both of his sides at the same time, “Don’t I dare what...?”
“You know whahahat!” Illinois tried to growl, but it ended with a high-pitched giggle that Yancy instantly latched onto.
Yancy decided to prolongue the other’s embarrassment a little longer by purring, “Why? Is someone a little... ticklish?”
“Shuhut uhuhup!”
“Well you’re gonna have to get outta those tangles somehow, aren’cha?” Yancy scoffed in mock offense. He instantly went to scribble in between the vines by his hips to get to the hollows, and the dam finally broke, “Maybe you can wiggle your way out, ya cutesy little worm-“
“StohOP! YAHAHANCY! JUST CUHUT ME LOOHOSE!” Illinois laughed out, pulling fruitlessly and arching in his bonds.
Yancy pouted at being cut off again, “But youse got such a nice laugh~! And I’m pretty sure I overheard you don’t mind all the teasing...”
Illinois balked, as he hadn’t expected Yancy to be so spot on with this stuff. He blushed, his mind totally overrun with a flustered feeling, especially when the other started scribbling over his stomach. And, lo and behold, there was a sudden soft sound of giggling. An adorably light giggling, accompanied by basically all of Illie’s muscles totally giving up, leaving him a melty puddle tied up in the plant life around him.
Yancy gasped dramatically, like only a theater kid could, and crouched down so he could smirk up at Illinois, “Looks like I hit the jackpot, eh?”
Illinois weakly shook his head, his eyes pleading as he craned to look up at him, “Ahanywhehere else...”
There was a pause as Yancy took in the moment, feeling a little cocky now that he’d bested Illinois, before he listened and pulled away. Then, to rub it in, he looked the other over teasingly, “Anywhere, you say? That’s a lot of places to choose from, Illinois. Any suggestions?”
He skittered his fingers across his thighs, making Illinois buck, “Here, maybe?”
Illinois quickly shook his head, making Yancy snicker and “Ah-! Nononohoho!!”
Yancy feigned a scoff, before he moved to his ribs, teasingly light as he scribbled, “Here~?”
“Nohoho!! Nohohowhere!” Illinois responded amidst deeper laughs again.
Yancy tutted, shaking his head, “Well I have to go somewhere, and this looks as good a place as any- Unless you wanted me to go back to that adorable tummy a’ youses.”
Illinois shook his head, his face a bright red hue as he cackled. He couldn’t bring himself to speak again, so Yancy took it upon himself to take it as a response. So he gently worked his hands under the vines winding around his ribs, squeezing lightly and making Illinois squeal.
Yancy hadn’t noticed that amidst all the thrashing and wriggling, the vines had started to strain, and every time he dug deeper in between his ribs and back around to his sides, it only got worse. So as Illinois continued his escape attempts, he was none the wiser.
Yancy was sitting underneath Illinois now, simply scritching away at anywhere along his torso that he could reach, and cooing incessantly. While a part of Illinois couldn’t stand it, he also hoped it would last.
With one final jerk from a teasing wiggle against his abdomen, all the vines simultaneously snapped, sending Illie falling atop the other.
Yancy found himself trapped under the much more imposing figure, who took a few moments to recover and stop his endless giggling. Though, despite Yancy’s rushed apologies, the tables turned rather quickly, and the jungle was once again filled with laughter.
