Warnings: None, tell me if I need to add something!
A/N: Shhh, listen, I know it's October 16th and I'm just now getting this out. Just enjoy it. /lh
Tickletober Day 1: Anticipation
"Plehehease just get on with ihihihit!" Hunter pleaded, stuck underneath Darius on the couch.
"Get on with what, little prince?" He asks smoothly, pulling up the kids shirt.
"Dahaharius!" He whines, putting his hands on his face.
"Hm?"
"Plehehehease juhust- juhust dohoho ihihit!"
"Do what?"
"Yohohou knohohow whahahat!"
"Mm... do I?"
"Yehehehes!"
"Maybe you should tell me what I need to do. To get on the same page." Hunter whined, and Darius smiled at his dramatics. "Oh, come on, kid. It can't really be that bad."
"Dahaharius!"
"Maybe you're having trouble pronouncing it. Tickle. Ti-ckle. Tickle. You try."
"Ihihi hahate you sohoho muhuhuch!"
"Well fine." Darius feigned offense. "I won't tickle you then."
"Wait nohoho!"
"Okay, I'll give you a choice." He says. "You either ask me, or, you count down from 5." Hunter whined, desperate for Darius to just tickle him already.
"Plehehease?"
"Please what?"
"F- five." Darius raises his hands into a claw, slowly lowering his hands, getting closer to his tummy. "Four."
"Good job."
"Three... two... I can't."
"You've come this far, little prince."
"One." Darius nods, fingers nearly touching the skin. Hunter took a deep breath. "Go!"
Adorable laughter filled the room for a long while after that.
A/N: 🥰Adrian🥰 getting tickles??? Yes. Absolutely yes. Big thanks to @rosytickles for getting me to actually write something for him!
Coffee
"What are you doing?" Darius asks, finding Adrian sat on the counter in the kitchen.
"Making coffee." Adrian looks up at him.
"At 8 in the evening?"
"It's iced."
"Is it decaf? Because I really don't want to stay up all night again with you."
"No." Darius crossed his arms in disappointment. "I'll watch a movie before bed, always tires me right out."
"I'm not letting you drink coffee at 8 in the evening." Adrian puts the creamer in his coffee, stirs it, and then takes a sip with his straw, putting it back down on the counter.
"What are you gonna do about it?"
Darius puts his hands on his knees, and then yanks him off the counter. He gasps, but Darius catches him. Adrian blinks a couple of times, but then scoffs.
"As if that'll stop me-E!" His hands shot down to pull at Darius' wrists, which took to his sides and started squeezing. His hands paused for a moment.
"You're ticklish?" Adrian's face turned pink. That was so childish, so embarrassing.
"I- Darius, come on. This is stupid, and um- there's... decaf is gross anyways, surely you- we..." Adrian huffs, trying to find more excuses. "Please don't."
"And why shouldn't I?"
"Because! I um... you..." His shoulders sink, knowing that no matter what he says, he'll still be tickled. "Because this- this is stupid and you shouldn't resort to... this to get me to stop drinking coffee."
"Resort to tickling you? Well why not?" That word made his ears burn with a blush. He hadn't been tickled in forever, not since he was a kid. He couldn't remember it well, only remembering that he used to hate it.
"Because I... don't... like it." Curse his voice for sounding so unsure.
"Oh no. Maybe it'll teach you to not drink caffeine 24/7 then, huh?" Darius squeezes his sides again, ellicting a yelp. "Ready?"
"I just wanted coffee, come on- DARIUS!" His fingers jumped to his ribs, wiggling on the bones and in the spaces. Adrian shook his head.
It felt so weird! Like, tingles, that lit up his nerves like fireworks light up the sky. It was... different, but not bad. It just made him laugh, and let go of tension.
There was also twitches and grabbing and his body wanting to curl into a ball on the floor.
"If you need me to slow down, squeeze my shoulders once. If you need me to stop, squeeze them twice." Darius said. Adrian nodded, too overcome by giggles and hiccups to speak. He didn't hate it, like he remembers from when he was a little kid. He would be okay with being 'taught a lesson' for a little longer. "Good. Now let's see which spot will remind you that drinking coffee this much is bad for you?" He tried his tummy next, which forced him to curl up as much as he could while standing.
His giggles turned to laughter, and he uselessly pushed at Darius' arms, even though he didn't mean it. It was so embarrassing. Adrian Graye Vernworth, head of the illusionist coven, reduced to a pile of giggles through tickling.
"Awe, come on, Adrian. Cat got your tongue? You're usually so talkative." He really couldn't handle the teasing, so he just buried his face into Darius' chest, curling up his arms.
"Ahahahaha!"
"Let's try a new spot, hm?" Darius moves his hands down to softly pinch his thighs.
Ah. So that's why he hated it when he was little. The exploitation of that spot. It didn't hurt, but that spot was absolutely horrible. It made him scream and push and hit and do everything he could to get away.
He tried to stop his reaction this time, though. He ended up pushing away Darius harshly and falling onto the ground, still giggling like a child.
"Woah, are you okay?" Darius asked, squatting down. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Adrian shook his head.
"That spohot... too muhuch."
"I'm sorry. Are you okay now?" Adrian nods. Darius takes the cup of coffee from the counter and hands it to him. "Here." Adrian looks confused.
"But, you said-"
"You're tired now, right? I bet this will even out your energy levels." Adrian takes the cup and drinks a few sips. "Just... don't keep me up all night again, okay?" Adrian gives him a smug look.
"We'll see."
"If you keep me up again, I will tickle you until you're so tired you fall asleep." Darius threatens playfully.
If, that night, Adrian pretended to be super energetic so Darius would tickle him again, well, no one had to know.
