A lot of times when I see a tickling scene in a movie or TV show, I imagine how fun it would be to see other characters in those same situations. You know, like "Oh I wanna see X character get tickled like that." So I thought I'd try writing a few drabbles where I'll take a famous tickle scene and reinterpret it with new characters in new settings.
For this one, I'm using the scene from Winx Club where a pixie tickles Darcy into helplessness...
Fic for the final minute of 2025!
And doing a variation on that with...
…Huntrix!! (Specifically Mira.)
Mira’s fingers strummed the yew pole of her gokdo. Alone, silent. Focused. The intense and earthy scent of pine prickled in her nostrils. Lots of memories in this place.
The lush evergreen getaways of Bijarim Forest…in addition to being a terrible climate for black leather armor…held great spiritual significance to the Hunters, and to the generations of shamans before them. During the band’s formation, Celine sometimes took them to the shrines to pray and hone their weapon skills. But this time, the trio of devil-slaying dynamos weren’t visiting for a history lesson, nor a concert. Rumors had been flooding in from all over Jeju Island that local women’s husbands were mysteriously disappearing, supposedly seduced by evil forest spirits with magical delicacies (perhaps ramyeon, or maybe delicious sandwich platters) and stolen away to hell. For everyone else, it was garbage. Pure, checkout-line-at-the-drugstore tabloid garbage. But to the Hunters, it could only mean one thing…
…no, not magicians. (Or LSD.) It meant the ureongi gaksi demons were back.
These tiny female sprites lived inside discarded snail shells, fashioned into homes which all nestled together to form the Smurf village of Junji Ito’s dreams, where they cooked up all manner of alluring and fragrant dishes to lure lonely men’s souls to the underworld. The way to a guy’s heart was through his stomach, after all.
And now, at least a dozen of them were hopping around in parabolic arcs on the forest floor, to escape from the giant Huntress lady who menaced them.
“Grrrrr; I don’t talk, but I…Gah! …I bite, full of venom, uh…ur…spittin’ facts, you know that’s how it’s done done DONE!!” Mira rapped aggressively as she swung her pike like a baseball bat. These damn things were so tiny. The Honmoon rippled with each successful strike, and bands of light swallowed the Lilliputian women as soon as they were felled. “If I knew we were doing pest control I would’ve brought a freaking bug zapper!”
Her blade took two dozen victims that day. In a shower of pink sparks and splintered bark, bride after bride was sent back to the demon realm. It wasn’t long before the only sound left was the rustling of the canopy above.
“Heh. Last one,” Mira smirked…until one final sprite leapt from the tree and landed right on the bridge of her nose.
Oh, of course.
Incensed, she reached up to flick the tiny creature away, but it made a surprise move and scurried quickly into her wristband. This humanoid gnat had pins and needles instead of limbs, and it made Mira’s skin crawl.
“Hey, that itches,” she snarled and scratched at her forearm. Before she could catch the little bug, it slipped even deeper into her costume, down her ribcage ladder and along her side, until it reached a particularly soft spot on her waistline…and suddenly, it began to scratch.
“W-hait, now it tickles! Heh! Now it tickles!”
The back of Mira’s neck buzzed. She frantically started grabbing and smacking her suit, but it was no use…the diminutive maiden was too fast. “Huheh! Hey, would you stohop it…Get off me!!”
The leather had betrayed her. Her skintight bodysuit clung to her like melted glue. Her belly trembled at the demon’s touch, and she crashed helpless to her knees in the dirt. With each new tingly pinch and poke, more hot gushes of laughter rolled up through her stomach and out her throat…she almost felt sick. She couldn’t stop.
Mira didn’t know what this gaksi was thinking, but she hazarded a wild guess:
“Let’s see you sing now.”
———
Enormous black boots, too big for the feet inside them, clomped over a decorative bridge. A small manmade brook, perfect for tourist-trappy Instagram photos, bubbled beneath. It was quiet…tooooo quiet. (Dun-dun-duuuuuuuun) Readying her shinkal, Zoey struck a dramatic ninja pose. Laser-focused. She was totally ON it.
“Allll-right…come on out, you mean little boogers,” the youngest huntress growled. “Where are you hiding?”
To Zoey’s surprise, she actually got a reply, but not at all the one she expected. It sounded like a young woman calling out to her, somewhere off in the distance, strained and hoarse and…laughing?l
Her bedazzled ears perked up. The chuckling voice that she heard was husky, rough, and wheezy, as if it were being forcibly squeezed out…not very loud, but sharp, and it carried far even through the thick, humid air. It sounded just like…
“…Mira?! No way! She found them already?!” Zoey immediately turned in the direction of the sound and thundered through the trees. All she had to do was follow the giggles, and in no time at all, she reached an isolated clearing, off from one of the less-trod walkways.
And there on the ground, in a patch of dull-green paperplant only broken up by rivers of raspberry hair, was Mira—rolling around, arching her spine, kicking and slapping the earth and clawing at her leather-clad limbs like a rabid animal. Did she take a bath in poison ivy?
“Huhuh......HUH-Hehn! .....Hn! Z-ho.….Zoey, save me, Huh-Huh Heh-Heh HEHH-Hn!”
Zoey gasped. Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, she pirouetted into the air and hurled one of her blades forward…straight toward Mira’s stomach.
“Huheh! No…noho wait Zoey! Waihait!”
SsssSHING!
……………….
Am I dead? Mira froze and looked down.
The knife had stopped micrometers short of her skin. It pierced the surface of her costume, stuck like a dart into a slight bulge of leather just above her belt, right where the gaksi was tickling her. Bullseye. A puff of heliotropic smoke ruptured from the small slit in Mira’s costume, echoed by a high-pitched wail, and in an instant the demon imp writhed and thrashed and was gone.
Whew. Last one.
“Mira! How could you let them ambush you like that?!” Rumi gasped, bursting suddenly out of the thicket. She’d arrived just in time to see it all but not actually be of use to anyone.
“She was tickling me; I couldn’t help it,” Mira muttered quickly…maybe if she got the words out as fast as possible, she reasoned, she wouldn’t have to dwell on the embarrassing truth for too long. Rumi, judging by the uncomfortable grimace on her face, empathized. But not everyone was so understanding.
“Ugh! You are such a big fat liar!” Zoey’s cheeks puffed up. Her lips shrank into an adorable heart-shaped pucker. She seemed shocked, if not downright scandalized.
“Wha….huh? What are you talking about?” moaned Mira, still annoyed, still on her back, and still out of breath.
Pouting, the maknae raised her fingers up to form air quotes, swayed her hips sarcastically, and dropped her voice several octaves…she played the perfect Mini-Mira. “All that stuff about ‘Ohh, I’m not ticklish at all;’ ‘That’s not gonna work on meee;’ ‘Nuh-uh, tickle fights are sooo lame’…you were totally just avoiding me!”
“Oh come on, Zoey, I…”
Mira didn’t get to finish her excuse. In one swift movement, Zoey squatted and bent down over her like a vulture, thrust her hands forward, and dragged her extra-long fingernails in shivering scrapes through the valleys of mesh fabric beneath Mira’s armpits.
“AAARGHH; that’s so shaharp!” Mira groaned, wiggling in the dirt. Her arms pulled in tight, bent upward like a squirrel’s. It didn’t sound like she was laughing that hard, but Zoey could see her sister’s stiff neck muscles reddening and throbbing from the strain. “Huheh, Huh-Huh Huh-Huh! *hyuck* Stooooooop...”
“Gotcha-gotcha-gotcha!”
Thankfully, Zoey’s angry little scritches only lasted a moment or two before her evil side was sated. After a few more deep breaths, the exhausted Mira stretched out a hand to her bandmates.
“Huhhh….Urgh….you……agh….you suck, Zoey…”
The two gently hoisted Mira to her feet, draping her arms over their shoulders for support (while Zoey struggled against the temptation to grab her by the pits again), but they didn’t have time to recuperate. Never lose focus, not for a second. They still had work to do.
“You know what the weirdest thing is, though…” Zoey chimed in… “I am really craving some kind of ureongi kimbap right now.”
Womp, womp. The others gagged miserably.
“Ew, Zoey…” whined Rumi. Her stomach gurgled.
“I am literally never eating snails for the rest of my life.”
That was enough of that. As soon as Mira’s lungs were strong, the trio harmonized a quick low note, and the resulting tremor in the Honmoon darted across the forest floor before settling around a nearby bush. Ah…there was the demons’ hiding spot.
The hunt was back on.
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Additionally:
⬆️ As soon as I saw this amazing Hun/Trix fanart, I knew what I had to do. I’m a little out of practice, so it’s not great.
Fun fact about writing this: There are no cultural equivalent to fairies in Korea, so I started looking for a folk tale to use for inspiration and wound up finding the story of the ureongi gaksi (snail bride). Then of course I needed a fitting temperate setting to place this in and decided on Bijarim Forest…apropos of nothing, something about it just stood out to me during my research, as if plucked from thin air and placed in my lap. After this, while checking to make sure I had all the right terminology for everything, I learned that Zoey’s throwing knives are called shinkal, and they were inspired by a ritual tool that belongs to priests from a specific sect of Korean shamanism (Musok)…on southern Jeju Island. That place actually is important to the lore of KPDH. So all these story elements coalesced together totally by coincidence. For a silly, inconsequential, and not-particularly-eloquent tickle fic, written by a dumb white guy who knows jack shit about Korea, I thought that was really cool.
CUTENESSSSS OVERLOADDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bro you did so much research for this, you really did this story justice. mira as the lee is the most adorable thing ever but i cant resist the ler zoey you placed in. More huntrix episodic demon hunting shenanigans PLEASE!!!!!!!
Rumi stared at the ceiling. Everything ached, and yet she’d never felt so peaceful. They didn’t have to fight. Didn’t have to perform. And most importantly, she didn’t have to lie anymore. She didn’t have to lie to Mira and Zoey ever again. Somehow, they still loved her, accepted her patterns, accepted her, and she was…
Relieved.
Happy.
At peace.
It was well past the time that she would normally get up, and despite being awake for a while, she didn’t feel the need to move. She was happy in this moment. Only two things could make her happier, and they were probably both still asleep.
Rumi blinked in surprise when her door slowly, carefully, creaked open, and two very familiar faces peeked in. Her eyes met theirs, and they both shot back out again, snapping the door closed behind them.
“Sorry Rumi!” Zoey called, sounding embarrassed.
She cocked her head in confusion, catching them hissing outside.
“I told you she wouldn’t be asleep!”
“No, you didn’t!”
“Yes, I did!”
“Nuh uh!”
Rumi pursed her lips, but the laughter was irrepressible. It burst out of her with a snort, and the next thing she knew she was curled up, hugging herself tightly as tears pricked her eyes. It wasn’t that funny; they bickered like this all the time. That was the best part. Despite everything that had happened, they hadn’t changed.
The door opened again cautiously. She smiled helplessly as Mira and Zoey’s faces reappeared, expressions quizzical. Her patterns glowed warm and she patted the bed beside her. “Come here?”
She didn’t need to ask twice. Zoey practically flew, crashing into her in that way of hers that was never as violent as it looked, and latched on like a koala. Mira lacked her enthusiasm, but when she settled on Rumi’s other side and let her fingers comb through her hair it was all Rumi could do not to purr. “Morning.” She murmured.
Rumi smiled dopily. “Hey.”
Zoey nuzzled against her. “Sorry.” She muttered sheepishly. “We wanted to check on you.”
Mira hummed in agreement. “Yeah, I don’t know if you noticed, but the sun is up. And you’re still in bed?”
That lazy smile felt permanently glued to her face. “Didn’t feel like it. It’s nice here.”
“Yeah, it is.” Zoey said. “Is… is company okay?”
A laugh bubbled from Rumi’s throat, and she squeezed Zoey as tightly as she could. “Yeah.”
Zoey let out a choked squeak at her strength but recovered quickly. “Good.”
Rumi managed a whole twenty seconds of serenity before unease stirred in her stomach. She sighed. “I’m sorry for-”
“Nope!” Mira said loudly, clamping one hand over her mouth.
What? She pushed her arm away. “Mira, what-”
“No apologising right now.” She said firmly. “If you start apologising then I’m gonna start apologising and then someone’s gonna start crying, so no. We’re in chill time. Got it?”
“Seconded.” Zoey said, her eyes full of warmth.
Rumi laughed under her breath. “Okay, okay.” She acquiesced. Pause. “But really-”
“No!” The other two shouted in unison, shoving her down into the pillows and smiling. Rumi blinked up at them, surprised and relieved at how safe she felt. How normal this all felt. Her heart grew warm.
Zoey squeaked in surprise and Mira let out a soft gasp. “What?”
“You’re glowing!”
Rumi’s face flushed and she pushed herself up. “Oh, uh, thanks Zo.”
Zoey rolled her eyes. “Literally, Rumi, you’re literally glowing right now.”
Huh? A quick glance at her hand confirmed it. Her patterns were a pale gold all over. “Oh.”
Mira cocked her head curiously. “Have they always done that?”
“No. This is new.”
Sensing that they were approaching an off limits topic, Zoey leaned in way too close to Rumi’s face. “You can even kind of see them through your hair.” She grinned, combing her nails over her hair and making Rumi flush and let out a giggle, shrinking away.
Mira chuckled at the flickering colours. “Cool.”
“Zoey, quit it!” Rumi squeaked, squirming this way and that trying to get away from her pokey hands.
“But I wanna seeeee!” She protested, beaming. Rumi was laughing and happy. Mission accomplished.
Rumi’s hands caught hers. “Look with your eyes!” She said, smiling widely. Zoey was smiling right back. She felt like her heart might explode.
“What’s the matter?” Mira smirked. “You ticklish or something?”
Rumi scoffed. “What? No. No way.” Their eyes lingered on her, and she hesitated. No more lies. Even silly ones.“Actually, I- uh- I don’t know.”
Zoey gasped. “Really?!”
“You’re in trouble now.” Mira said with a laugh.
“Oh my god, I bet you are.” Zoey said, grinning widely. “You’d better be!”
Rumi jerked backwards, shoving Zoey’s face away playfully. “Why?”
“Uhh, cos I need a shortcut to that smile, duh!”
She laughed. “You’re so weird.” As if just seeing them wasn’t enough to make her smile.
“And you aren’t trying to get away.” Zoey teased, briefly wiggling her fingers against Rumi’s neck and getting a flinch and a small gasp.
Rumi’s shoulders shot up defensively, a nervous grin claiming her lips. “I told you, I’m comfy here!”
A nail poked her side sharply, earning another flinch. Mira was smirking at her. “Well, if you stop being comfy, let us know.”
Rumi’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t move. Didn’t tell them no. Her arms glued themselves to her sides, but she didn’t stop them.
Her grin widened when Zoey playfully wiggled her fingers under her chin, and she ducked her head, blocking her off.
Zoey giggled. “I love your goofy smile.” She said affectionately.
Rumi felt her face grow warm and slapped both hands over it to hide both her blush and her so-called ‘goofy smile’. She could feel rather than see the glow of her patterns in response to Zoey’s teasing. It was embarrassing. Unravelling. She didn’t want to move for anything.
She jerked suddenly when nails spidered over her kneecap, flushing deeper when Mira chuckled at her reaction. “I think we’ve confirmed that you’re ticklish.” She smirked.
Eep. Even the word was messing with her now. Rumi gave an argumentative groan and shook her head.
“No?” Mira repeated the action, getting a shiver. “You sure about that?” She was probably enjoying this too much, but… Rumi was happy. Her grin was too big to fully hide behind her hands, and after everything… well. It was nice.
Rumi made a frantic little noise and pressed her hands harder against her face. She felt like she was melting, and they weren’t even doing very much! A few gentle pokes and prods, was that all it took?
Nails pricked at her sides and a teasing breath was brushing against her ear. Zoey giggled. “Awww, such a cutie.” She cooed, nails gently and carefully walking over her stomach and sides. “Who’s the tickliest demon hunter in the whole world? Huh?”
Rumi whined, trying and failing to roll over to escape the two of them.
Mira scoffed, nudging Zoey with her foot. “Uh, you.”
Zoey laughed loudly. “Mmmm, I dunno! I mean look at her.” She said, taking in Rumi’s bright red face, giant smile, and squirmy patterns.
Mira smiled at the twitching remains of their leader. “Adorable.” She said warmly, worming one finger under her knee. “And definitely ticklish.”
Rumi opened her mouth to argue only to burst into a fit of giggles. The smirk on Mira’s face told her that she’d planned that, and she kicked her weakly.
“Uh, rude.” Mira chided, catching her ankle and squeezing like electricity at her kneecap, drawing out a series of shrieks and more frantic kicking.
“Mira!” Rumi screeched, laughing helplessly and grabbing at her to no avail. She was laughing too hard to properly sit up. Then Zoey’s nails started scratching at her stomach and she flopped down, squeezing her eyes closed and slapping weakly at them.
“There’s that goofy smile.” She grinned, pinching Rumi’s already rosy cheek.
Rumi wheezed. “Zoey!”
“Rumi!” She sang back, pressing a big kiss to her forehead while continuing to dance her fingers over Rumi’s stomach.
She couldn’t stop the bubbling laughter if she tried. It was too much, the sparking, playful, affectionate sensation that was embracing her whole body. “Ohoho my god you’re the worst!” Rumi hiccupped.
Zoey stopped her assault in favour of wrapping Rumi in the tightest hug she could, nuzzling her face into her neck and peppering her with kisses. “We loooove you!”
Mira’s hands were squeezing at her stomach like a cat making biscuits. She tried to shove Zoey away, feeling like her entire brain was overloading from her teasing. “Stop!”
“Never!” Zoey cried, hugging her tighter. “We’ll always love you!” Then froze, realising the words.
Mira chuckled, ceasing her attack to let Rumi breathe. “Zoey…” She said warningly.
Too late. “AND IIIIIIII-” She broke off with a muffled squeak when Rumi surged up, clamping a hand over Zoey’s mouth and pushing her down onto the bed.
Rumi chose not to think too hard about how wide Zoey’s eyes got looking up at her, but the warm affection setting her patterns alight was impossible to ignore. “Love you too.” She murmured, noting the golden gleam to her patterns.
She jumped when Mira flopped against her, eyes ever so slightly downcast. “Love you three.” She said sheepishly, cheeks flushing.
Two pairs of eyes locked onto her, and Zoey squirmed free of Rumi’s now weak grip. “Awww!”
Mira rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”
“Mira loves us.” She sang, poking fingers at her teasingly.
Without hesitation, Mira’s hands clawed at Zoey’s stomach, earning a loud scream. “AAAH- MIRA!”
Mira didn’t stop. “Zoey.”
Rumi smiled softly at their antics.
“Okay, OKAY! I’M SORRY!” Zoey shrieked, squealing and kicking wildly.
With a self-satisfied smirk, Mira stopped. “Yeah, that’s right.”
Zoey glared at her, still smiling widely. “I’m gonna get you back, just you wait.”
Mira laughed, flopping down onto the bed again and pressing against Zoey’s side. “Sure, any day now.” It wasn’t like Zoey had managed it before.
Rumi settled on Zoey’s other side. “You just need some backup.” She whispered, as if Mira wasn’t right there.
“I can hear you.” Mira said, squeezing both of their sides and earning tandem shrieks. She let the look the two exchanged slide in favour of the giggly peace they found themselves in. Her hand sought out Rumi’s, still glowing a soft gold, and squeezed tightly. She tried to push back the thoughts of how close they’d come to losing her.
Rumi squeezed back reassuringly. As if she knew exactly what Mira was trying not to think. Then Zoey’s hands came up to wrap around both of theirs, and they all smiled, relaxing into the soft mattress and comfortable silence.
The silence lasted almost a full minute.
“I’m hungry.”
“… Me too.”
Rumi laughed softly, tilting her head back to avert her gaze from Zoey’s killer puppy eyes. “Okay, okay, I’ll grab my phone.”
“Oooh, waffles?”
“You know it.”
“Get me as much of that gyeran bread as they’ll sell you.”
“Gotcha.”
Rumi was silent for a few seconds. “What about boba?”
Notes: I had to do this fandom for today, I felt contractually obligated lol. Also, I've been using tickletober to write for all these fandoms I've been getting into but haven't pumped any content out for. This one's a little sad in the beginning, but y'know, it evolves~
Summary: Zoey and Mira show Rumi just how cool her patterns can be.
“I can’t imagine how tough it must have been to keep these covered up,” Zoey murmured ruminatively, running her hands along the faint patterns. “I mean, we were all living together, you would have thought we’d have noticed at some point.”
“Yeah, well, I had a lot of practice.” Rumi tried for a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
The three of them were cuddling on the couch after a long day of filming. It had been difficult to find a new project to top the success that Golden had landed them in, but they’d finally landed on something they were tentatively happy with. They had spent all afternoon performing it and filming different scenes for a music video, and by the end of it all, they were exhausted. There was a movie playing in the background, but none of them paid any attention to it. Rumi was cuddled up atop Mira who was sprawled out on the couch, and Zoey sat underneath their legs, tracing over the patterns on Rumi’s.
Their relationship had bloomed quickly after Rumi’s confession that she was a demon—part demon? Something along those lines—and Rumi hated how much of the delay had been do to her patterns. It had become pretty obvious that the three of them liked each other early on, but Rumi had always been hesitant to form any kind of real relationship. How was she supposed to let anyone touch her in those kinds of intimate ways without revealing her secret, after all? She had never found an explanation that made sense to tell them, so she would fall back on the whole ‘I’m just not ready’ claim anytime they pushed it. Zoey and Mira had been understanding while they pursued their own relationship with each other, but it was clear they were disappointed.
That’s why? Zoey had exclaimed when Rumi told her this. As though being ashamed of her patterns, of her heritage, was ridiculous. As though it were crazy to assume it was something that could get in the way of their love.
Rumi wished she could have had that same certainty.
“I suppose they are hidden away a bit,” Mira added now. Her hands were rested on Rumi’s lower back, and she unlinked them to zigzag her fingers along the patterns. “I just always thought you were a very private person.”
“Well, that too,” Rumi grumbled. She shivered at their touch. Between Zoey on her legs and Mira on her back, she had goosebumps scattered all across her flesh. They were being so gentle that it sent her nerves on edge. She resisted the urge to squirm too much. “I can’t say that I’m exactly pleased that we have to look at them now.”
“What? But they’re so pretty!”
Rumi bit back a smile at the indignation in Zoey’s voice. “Yeah right. Listen, I love you two, but you don’t have to pretend for my sake. I understand that they’re a part of me, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. I get that they’re not the most attractive thing to see on your partner, there’s no need to lie to me.”
She hadn’t thought about the words before saying them. To her, they were truth, nothing more or less. But she felt both Mira and Zoey stiffen against her.
“Rumi,” Mira said slowly. “You know we’re not lying when we say that, right?”
Rumi frowned. It was almost more insulting to have them argue against what was clearly a correct perception. “Guys, c’mon. We kill demons! That’s our whole job. We would call them all kinds of terms, disgusting, vile, evil—you can’t seriously say that me looking slightly like them doesn’t put you off at least a little.”
Mira and Zoey exchanged guilty glances over her head. Mira pressed a kiss to her forehead and Zoey rubbed her back comfortingly. “I admit, we’ve been pretty brutal about them before,” the latter said with a slight wince. “But we were caught up in the heat of the moment. It’s not the patterns that make the demons evil. It’s what they’re trying to do. Now they’re just like fun tattoos on your body that you get for free!”
“Exactly,” Mira agreed. “You’re gorgeous, Rumi, and the patterns are just an extension of that. They’re a part of you, which means we love them.”
“Plus, there’s a cool little trick I noticed about them that makes me especially fond of them.”
Thus far, Rumi had been melting under their praise, but at those last words, she tensed apprehensively. “Oh?”
“It’s only conjecture really, but I think I have a good basis for it. Any piece of skin with a pattern on it is much more ticklish than the rest of you. Here, I’ll show you.”
Rumi had been right to tense. She tried to squirm out of their hold, but Mira latched her arms around her, keeping her captive to her chest. Zoey gently held down her kicking legs, scratching at her calf. “See? This is normal skin. Not very ticklish. But if I move just a little over…”
The scratching moved, evidently to where a pattern was, and Rumi’s eyes widened. Because Zoey might be right—that tickled a hell of a lot more. She giggled furiously into Mira’s chest, trying to get her leg free to no avail. “Zohohoey! C-Cut it out!”
“Shush, I’m not done with the experiment.”
She continued tickling the patterns up her leg, occasionally going to a neutral spot to demonstrate the differences. Much to Rumi’s chagrin, the theory was holding up. She had always thought of herself as a ticklish person, but she’d never once connected it to her patterns. Sure, there were spots that were naturally ticklish on her legs even without patterns, but the moment Zoey moved over to them, the sensations increased tenfold and made Rumi want to claw off her own skin.
Unfortunately, she was trapped between two well-meaning but devious lovers and had to simply take the unbearable tickling.
“Plehehehease!” she squealed when Zoey reached the backs of her thighs. She arched against their hold, her hands uselessly reaching back to try to bat them away. “It t-tickles thehehehere! Reheheally bad!”
“Well, duh, you’re covered in patterns on this spot!” Zoey rolled her eyes affectionately. She did lessen the intensity back to light tracing, which honestly might have been worse than downright tickling. Rumi couldn’t sit still at all, twitching and squirming all over the place as she laughed into Mira’s chest. “Ooh, Mira, you should try—”
“Already on it.”
If Rumi thought it couldn’t get any worse, she was mistaken. Mira switched to holding her waist with only one hand, the other coming up to flutter teasingly along her neck whether a plethora of patterns interwove across the delicate skin. Rumi’s eyes widened and she snorted, scrunching up desperately and finally getting her hands free enough to try to pull at Mira’s wrists. Though they were all pretty equally matched in strength, the tickling was quickly sapping all of Rumi’s and she tugged ineffectually on Mira’s hold.
“Trahahahahaitor!”
“We’re just showing you how beautiful your patterns could be,” Mira teased with a grin that sent Rumi’s heart tumbling in her chest. “Anything that makes you let out that cute laugh is a plus in my book.”
“And now we know they act as a map to all your tickle spots,” Zoey added importantly with a wicked grin. “Bonus.”
Rumi groaned, giggling helplessly as the two of them took advantage of her weakness. Her neck was quickly turning out to be a hotspot, and she yelped in frustration with each new flick of her fingers. It was not as though she had not been tickled by them before, but it had never been in such a specific manner before, and never for this long. She was entirely unprepared for how intense tickling could be if done in the right manner. It was an intensely vulnerable feeling, and yet, she found herself not wholly minding it. There was something nice about having their attention on her—about knowing that her patterns could cause laughter as well as pain.
Eventually it grew to be too much when Zoey went for her sides, and she squawked, rolling out of their grip and falling off the couch with a thud. The two paused and blinked at her in surprise before falling into laughter of their own. The exhausted but threatening smirk Rumi shot them quickly shut them up.
She had clambered to her feet, flexing her fingers almost absent-mindedly. “Oh, you two want to act like I don’t know all of your tickle spots too?”
Zoey and Mira regarded her, thought about how long they had just tickled their girlfriend and how much that was about to be sent their way. Zoey was faster than Mira, grabbing the other under the arms and holding her back. “Get her first!”
“Zoey!" Mira exclaimed, offended. She struggled, fixing her with an accusing glare. "I’ll get you back just as bad, just you wait—nohohoho!”
Mira’s threat dissolved into cackles as Rumi pounced on her with a frightening efficiency that quickly dissolved all coherency. Zoey shivered from her current protected position as Rumi shot her a look that clearly said: you’re next.
The rest of their night was full of laughter as the three all took turns ‘taking revenge’ (though no woman was fine to let her turn count as the final revenge), their movie entirely forgotten by now. Rumi found herself on the receiving end far more than the other two, but she couldn’t find it in herself to be mad about it. A quiet joy had settled into her as she saw the looks of love and devotion on both their faces, and she allowed herself to submit to devious fingers and a world of new sensations.
So… Rumi hadn’t ever fully enjoyed couch time. It was hard to do that when she was paranoid about a sleeve rolling up or her shoulder shifting just enough to-
It made relaxation tricky, was the thing. Things were different now. She was still a little on edge but she was okay to sit on the couch in a crop top and her bandmates were… fine?
Well, mostly fine.
“Uuuuh… Zoey? What are you doing?”
Zoey didn’t look up from tracing the pattern up Rumi’s arm with her fingertips. “Hmm?”
Mira snickered and poked her. “Hey!”
That got Zoey to look up, her expression turning somewhat sheepish. She stilled her hand but didn’t let go of Rumi’s wrist. “Oh, sorry, should I stop?”
Rumi raised an eyebrow. “No, it’s fine, just… what are you doing?”
Emboldened by the permission, she started to trace the zig-zagging patterns again. “Just looking.” She tilted her head and grinned. “They’re pretty.”
Rumi scoffed and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. “You don’t have to say that. It’s okay.”
Zoey’s delicate fingers stilled, and silence took over for several long seconds. When Rumi looked back down, they were both staring at her. “What?”
Zoey pouted, steel in her eyes. “I said they’re pretty.” She said firmly.
Mira nudged her. “Sorry Rumi, I think you’re outvoted.”
Oh. Oh. Rumi wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry or smile. She blinked heavily to avoid the former. “Oh… thanks.” She said, her voice quiet and fragile.
“You’re welcome.” Zoey said, and Mira’s hand squeezed hers reassuringly. Zoey’s tracing resumed, somehow more affectionate than before. Criss-crossing up her arm, towards her shoulder, around the base of her neck… crap. That tickled.
Rumi twitched when Zoey kept going, trying not to give herself away. Not to smile or jump or squirm, but her touch was so delicate and soft and nice that she knew she had to do something.
“Zoey-” She stopped, feeling the giggles fizzing up in her stomach and knowing that one more word would let them out and give her away. Zoey, for her part, only hummed a quiet acknowledgement at her name, seemingly too transfixed by the shimmering patterns to notice their leader struggling to keep it together.
And Mira. Mira was smirking at her. Oh no. Rumi shook her head at her, biting her lip around a nervous smile. She knew how this was going to go now, there was only one way for it to go, and knowing that, the inevitability, had her feeling all the more giggly and squirmy.
Rumi closed her eyes, trying to focus, and the second she did a hand playfully squeezed her side, and she- she snorted.
All three of them froze. Rumi’s eyes shot open wide.
Mira was the first to react, breaking into laughter and covering her mouth with one hand. Rumi glared and slapped at her. “Shut up!” She tried to scold while smiling herself. “That was not fair!”
Zoey’s eyes locked onto that spot on Rumi’s side. The patterns there were glowing a pale pink. Hmm. “Aww, Rumi, are you ticklish?”
Rumi froze. “Uh…”
“Uh?” Mira repeated, grinning wolfishly.
She shrank back, her patterns glowing almost as brightly as her face. “I, um…” She mumbled something incomprehensible and tried to curl in on herself as the other two gained on her.
“Aww, what’s wrong?” Zoey cooed in fake concern.
Rumi whined, wishing for her hoodie to hide in. “You’re gonna…”
Mira chuckled. “We’re gonna what?”
Her knees curled up. “Tickle me!”
“Oh!” Zoey beamed. “Well, if you really want us to.”
Wait. “Wait! That’s not- AH!” She squealed when Zoey faked a grab at her and jolted away. Right into Mira, who grabbed one of her arms and pulled it up, long fingers darting across her vulnerable stomach, lighting her patterns up like a Christmas tree and making Rumi flail and shriek with giggles.
Zoey’s face lit up. “Oh my gosh, cuuuute!”
Despite her best efforts, Rumi snorted again, her free hand chasing Mira’s as it scampered up her side and ribs, darting under her arm and altogether driving her crazy. “Wait!” She tried to protest between laughing. “Waitwaitwaitwait!”
To her surprise, Mira did so, though her hand stayed where it was, resting against her side, fingers gently playing against her patterns and keeping her twitching. “Well?” Mira said smugly. “We’re waiting.”
The thing was, no one had tickled her since she was little. Rumi had sort of forgotten what it felt like. Forgotten… that it was fun. She was trapped between Zoey’s bright smile and Mira’s mischievous hands and…
She didn’t want to go anywhere.
So, after taking a moment, Rumi weakly pulled at her trapped arm and tried to turn enough to launch a counterattack against Mira. Which immediately failed when Mira’s manicured nails started scratching at her stomach, sending her into a fit of helpless, bubbly laughter.
Mira grinned. “Really?” She said teasingly. “You thought that’d work?” Rumi was laughing too hard to reply, and it was honestly adorable. Even if her free arm kept almost hitting Mira in the face.
Quick as lightning, Zoey caught her other arm and leaned in close, smiling widely. “Did you?” She said knowingly, a warm spark in her eye. “Did you think that’d work?”
Rumi yelped and shrank back. Then jumped away from Mira. Ugh, which way could she even go?
Zoey giggled and leaned in close to her ear. “You are so cute!” She cooed, relishing Rumi’s giddy laughter and wide smile. And… oh. She giggled again. “Aww, Mira, she’s blushing!”
“No!” Rumi squeaked, trying to turn her head enough that she could hide her face in the couch, but her bones had turned to jelly.
“Oh yes you are!” Zoey sang quietly into her ear, then raised an eyebrow. Rumi’s patterns were glowing pale pink all over, fluctuating in brightness, but right behind her ear was constantly bright. Her grin grew bigger, and she quickly took a deep breath, pressed her lips to the glowing spot, and blew the biggest raspberry she could.
Rumi jumped so hard that she almost threw them both off, her laughter turning into shrieking, frantically shaking her head to get her off. “ZOEY!”
Mira paused, taken aback. “Woah,” She chuckled, “What did you do?”
Zoey grinned, nuzzling into Rumi’s neck to keep her giggling. “Rumiii.” She sang delightedly.
“Nooooo!” She whined, trying to guard her neck with her shoulders and failing.
Mira chuckled, tracing one finger over the patterns on her abdomen. “You’re glowing, you know that?”
No. She was far too busy giggling like crazy to notice her dumb patterns and whatever they were doing.
Zoey’s nose snuffled into that spot behind her ear. “You go all pink when you’re tickly.” She giggled, heedless of the fact that Rumi was all but entirely melted by this point. “And your tickle spots go extra pink.”
Rumi kicked her legs weakly. “Stop saying it!”
“Oh, for real?” Mira said, paying closer attention to the patterns and quickly noticing the brighter glow to her lower back. On a hunch, she let go of Rumi’s arm and raked her nails up both sides.
Her smile went soft when Rumi squealed and flopped forwards right onto Zoey, her face smushed into her shoulder and her arms wrapping around her. Zoey returned the embrace, continuing to growl and nip playfully at her neck and ears.
Rumi hiccupped. “Tickles!” She managed to squeak. It was the only thought in her head anyway.
Mira snickered. “Wow, I hadn’t noticed.” She said sarcastically, wiggling her fingers in a wave over Rumi’s back and earning another hiccup. Her eyes met Zoey’s over her shoulder in a silent agreement. They’d take advantage of this as often as they could. If only to see that huge smile on Rumi’s face.
It wasn’t like she was trying to get away.
They both eased off when Rumi’s laughter went silent. Mira’s hands wrapped around her waist instead, squeezing tightly, and Zoey nestled her head into the crook of her neck, smiling at her. Rumi was really adorable like this. Giddy and giggly, she almost looked like she was floating.
Once Rumi had caught her breath, Zoey gently kissed her cheek. “We love you Rumi.” She said warmly. Mira hummed in agreement.
Rumi huffed out a residual laugh. She felt… warm. And loved. “Love you guys too.” She mumbled, smiling more than she could remember ever doing.
Mira chuckled. “Guess we know what to do the next time you try to interrupt couch time.” She said, tracing one finger teasingly up Rumi’s spine and making her arch. “Think twice before pushing up another single.”
“Okay!” She said with a squeak. “Okay, I promise, no interrupting couch time. Couch time is sacred.”
Zoey laughed wickedly. “On pain of tickles!” She said, wiggling her fingers in the air. They all laughed, Rumi’s patterns maintaining that pale pink glow.
Rumi sighed, sagging in their embrace. “You guys are the best.”
“We know.” Mira said with a grin. “So are you.”
She huffed a laugh. “If you say so.”
“We know so.” Zoey said, squeezing her tightly.
Heh. “Okay.” Rumi didn’t know what it was about those two, but something about being here with them in this moment made her believe them.
[Fic Reupload] - Originally written in 2023, now reuploading it because I saw season 2 and LOVED these two so much again!
Summary: What Would Wednesday Do - if her joyful nightmare was disturbed by her roommate’s noises on a Sunday morning? Enid finds out. (Also on AO3)
Word Count: 1.7K
Cringy pop music. Those bright, pitchy giggles. Loud whispers. Sometimes a loud cackle laugh or an exaggerated gasp. Wednesday sighed. Not things she wasn’t used to hearing, and she had come to terms with her roomie-noises over the time they spent together.
This, however, was a Sunday morning. And these noises just came in and interrupted the darkest nightmare she’d had in ages. She was enjoying that nightmare.
“...Thing! No, that was so mean!” Enid whined.
Wednesday glared at the other bed where Enid and Thing were playing a game of cards. She grunted softly, pulled her pillow over her head for one split second, gave up immediately and got out of bed.
“Oh, good morning Wednesday! Did you sleep well?” Enid chirped when she noticed she was up. No single trace of remorse.
“I did, until you woke me up.”
Enid only giggled in response. “Well, it’s good that you’re up now. Come join us!” she said, and she patted her bed. Wednesday continued to glare at her, and at Thing while she flexed her fingers and moved her head to stretch her neck muscles.
“Join you, hm? I guess you did not ask yourself WWWD this time,” Wednesday said.
Enid frowned. “What was that?” she asked. Wednesday rolled her eyes.
“Don’t make me say it,” she sighed, but she still said it right afterwards: “WWWD. What Would Wednesday Do,” she said while faking Enid’s own pretty voice. Enid gasped as she recalled it.
“Oh that! You actually remembered that. Well, no I didn’t ask myself. So what would Wednesday do, then?” She grinned brightly and Wednesday could kick herself for liking that smile.
“I definitely wouldn’t join your game,” Wednesday said, and she turned to look at Thing. “.....and I wouldn’t let my disturbed sleep go unpunished. Thing, hold her!”
Sometimes it was a gamble, Thing could choose Enid’s side just as easily. But when Thing jumped up and grabbed Enid’s arm, this only told Wednesday it felt a little guilty too.
“WAh! Thing! W-Wednesday wha-hehehheey nohoho!” Enid squealed when Wednesday climbed on her bed and started to tickle her sides.
“Normally I would like to tie someone up and leave them with rats to torture them, but it’s painful. I guess this will do too,” Wednesday said, digging her fingers into what she knew were Enid’s horribly ticklish sides and ribs. The girl indeed shrieked in response and she kicked her legs and flailed her free arm, but Wednesday easily avoided being hit and gave her the tickle punishment she deserved.
“Your tummy?” She swiftly lowered her hand and clawed at Enid’s tummy. Enid howled ironically, sounding like a cute wolf, and Wednesday couldn’t help but chuckle.
“OOohohooo! Nohohoo not thehehere!” she laughed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t get that,” Wednesday said, wrecking Enid’s tummy some more. Now, this was the better kind of noise. Enid’s laughter was just cute and intoxicating. As much as she hated to admit it ever, the mere sound made Wednesday’s dark morning gloom fade away, and she started to feel feelings of forgiveness. That nightmare was fun, but this? This was more fun.
“HAh! Wehehednesday I’m sohohorry!”
Wednesday raised her eyebrows. “Oh so you are sorry? You knew I was trying to sleep.”
“Reehheeally I juhust wahahanted to q-quiehehetly plahay-NO! WHAH!” Enid roared when Wednesday commanded Thing with a single signal to move Enid’s arm further up over her head. Wednesday then attacked that one single exposed armpit with both her hands, dancing her fingers around the ticklish area with newly acquired skills since getting into Nevermore.
Enid wasn’t like her brother. She was more ticklish in different places, gave better reactions when tickled in certain ways, and most of all, it was a lot more fun to try new things on her and see what kind of loud laughter it would gain.
“HAAahahahhaa eeeeeeeepp!!!”
“You couldn’t play quietly even if you tried. For starters, there was music.”
“It wahahasn’t thahahat loud! Ahhahhaha!”
“Loud enough to wake me up.”
The old Wednesday would scold herself, Wednesday Addams, for letting a girl like Enid and her lame music and goofy giggles disturb her precious dreams. The new Wednesday was just... enjoying herself immensely, seeing Enid laugh like this and hearing her giggly excuses and apologies.
“Ahahahalright I sahahhaid I’m sohahahaharr-EEEHEHE!” Enid’s laughter was all over the place because one of Wednesday’s hands abandoned her armpit to claw up and down her ribcage again. Enid’s legs kicked and she arched her back, but Wednesday (and Thing) had full control over her and her ticklish body.
She smirked. “You’re really sorry? So, you wouldn’t do it again.”
“I’m nohohot suhuhure!”
Pffft. Wednesday eyed Thing and then Enid’s cute face again; she had her nose scrunched up and the biggest smile on her blushy face.
“What did you say?” Wednesday said in a threatening tone, and she suddenly yanked up Enid’s PJ top and clawed at her bare tummy. Enid screeched in response.
“AHAH! Okahahaay I wohhon’t do it ahaha-again! P-plehehease stop!”
Ha. Wednesday scribbled her fingers all over Enid’s bare stomach some more, circling her belly button to make her giggle sweetly, and then finally she ceased her attack and moved her shirt back down. She sighed and sat back.
“You can let her go now, Thing.”
Enid greedily gasped for air, sitting up and clenching her chest.
“Well, since I’m awake now, I guess I’ll spend my Sunday morning writing,” Wednesday said, moving to climb off Enid’s bed, but she suddenly felt a hand grab her ankle. She turned her head and saw that Enid still had both hands free.
“Thank you, Thing,” she said breathlessly. “Hold her for me,” she huffed with clenched teeth, but there was a grin on her face as she raised her hands with wiggling fingers.
“I just actually asked myself: WWWD. What Would Wednesday Do? I think, she would laugh, if I do this,” she said vengefully, and she reached for both Wednesday’s bare feet and started to scribble her fingers all over her cold soles.
Wednesday gasped and fell forward, her arms flailing and grabbing the bed sheets as she fought to get away.
“NO- Dohohon’t you dahahare! D-do you wihihish to diehehehe?!” she warned, but she was indeed laughing. Damn Enid who had discovered her tickle spots already just by being annoying. And also damn Thing, that traitor hand!
“I already died, just now, so I’m taking you with me darling~” Enid said with too much sass to handle, and too many tickles to take without laughing and giggling endlessly.
“Hehehehe! T-Thihiing lehehet go ohohof mehehe!”
Their position was too advantageous. Wednesday lay helplessy face-down with Thing pinning her ankle using strength Wednesday felt proud of - except in this kind of situation. Enid tickled her feet some more, and then sat down on her legs, straddling her from behind and reaching for Wednesday’s lower sides.
“You know what day it is, Wednesday? It’s tickle day!” she chanted, and Wednesday cringed but also flailed and flopped like a fish on dry land, loud giggles bursting out of her and there was nothing she could do about it.
“HAhahahahaha! Y-you’ll pahahahay for thiiiis!” she squeaked, but Thing abandoned her foot and flew up - not to pin down her arms, but to torture her even more with evil tickly strokes against her neck and ears. Wednesday shrieked and shook her head wildly.
“Thihihing! Gehehet ohohoff!”
Enid’s hands clawed at her ribs the same way she had done to her, and although Wednesday thought Enid still had a long way to go before turning into a well-trained tickle monster, she thought she really was doing a decent job right now. Wednesday felt helpless, stupid and very ticklish.
“EHeheh-Enid! Quihihit it! Whahaha!” she warned, but the two of them were still ganging up on her.
“Apologize to me first, then I’ll consider!” Enid sang in that annoyingly cute voice. Wednesday’s eyes rolled back and she was filled with dread. Making her apologize for something she didn’t want to apologize for - this really was a fitting revenge and a taste of Wednesday’s very own unpleasant medicine. She taught Enid well.
“Nehehehever!” Wednesday insisted, feeling confident that she’d throw Enid off before getting even close to saying sorry, but Enid’s hands were settling at her armpits and Wednesday squeezed her arms against her body, shaking her head wildly.
“D-don’t you dare,” she panted, but Enid wiggled her fingers to get closer to the most ticklish spots of her underarms, and then she dug in and started to tickle her mercilessly.
“HAHah-Ehehehenid nohoho!”
“I dared. So, still no apology? That really is too bad!”
Enid continued to tickle Wednesday, Thing was still making things worse by flying around and tickling Wednesday’s neck, her feet, her sides, jumping back and forth to tickle her anywhere and catch her off-guard everytime.
Three hands, fifteen fingers tickling her to a dishonorable death. This was just insane, and unfair. Alright then...
“I’m sohhoorry! I’m sorry ahahalright?! N-nohohow lehehet me go bohohoth of you!” Wednesday finally cried.
Luckily she didn’t need to say that again. She was released from the tickle torture and she loudly caught her breath.
“I guess we’re even now!” Enid chirped, getting off Wednesday and allowing her to embrace her freedom again.
“Would you like some breakfast?” she added cheerfully. Wednesday glared at her and she coughed a few times.
“O-oh right. WWWD. She would kill me again if I suggest we eat pancakes with maple syrup. Well then, some toast and black butter, o-or some squirmy cereal perhaps?” Enid shot her a big grin afterwards, and Wednesday actively ignored the warm feeling it gave her.
“....Just pancakes would be okay,” she said. Enid’s eyes widened and she cheered merrily.
“Yes! Let’s go change and eat!”
Wednesday rolled her eyes fondly. This was what her life looked like since she lived together with Enid, lived together and accepted it. And with each day, no matter how insane, annoying, or embarrassing they were, she enjoyed it more and more.
been thinking a lot lately about rubbing my thumbs into the sensitive area on someone’s back, under and on the outer side of their shoulder blades — the back of the ribs.
it tickles just as bad as rib tickles do (if not worse), and you can’t swat me away as easily when i’m back here~ :3
the helplessness of being tickled while you're lying on your stomach... feeling soft fingers stroking up and down your spine, trailing down your sides, prodding your underarms, tracing the back of your ribs, fluttering against the sides of your neck, all while you can't do a thing to protect yourself
The idea of being trapped on your side with one hand on your stomach and one on your back so no matter which way you squirm you’re only moving into more tickles… 🫠🫠🫠
I saw this post about how cute it is to have a sensitive back/spine and I'd love to elaborate on it. Like yesss it's so cute, so cute how I can make you squirm away with just sliding my nail up and down. So cute how you flinch at the slightest touch, so cute how you're giggling just from me poking your back like omfg come here please 🥹🫠
I'm more of a Powder x Ekko fan so imma write one that's in the Alternate universe. Sadly I kinda wish Caitlyn and Vi were alive too. Waaaa so sad. So I'm going to write my own thing hehe.
Like it or hate it, I don't care! I need my girls with Powder.
Warning: tickles, fluff, sweet sibling platonic love between Vi and Powder, Lesbians being lesbians, romantic cait x vi, AU! Vi and cait are alive, canon Powder x Ekko
Admit it!
(Ps. They are grown up ok? I got no older Powder older Vi AU pics)
The night began to draw in Piltover, Powder—humming softly while tinkering with one of her gadgets. Vi leaned against the wall, watching her sister work with a smirk that promised trouble. She recognized that device that Ekko once showed to Vi when it was still in progress and now Powder is finishing it.
Vi's older sister sense was tingling.
“So,” Vi started, arms crossed, “when are you gonna admit it?”
Powder glanced up, blinking in confusion seeing her sister across the room. “Admit what?”
“That you’ve got a thing for Ekko.”
The wrench in Powder’s hand clattered to the floor as her face turned bright red. “W-what?! No, I don’t!” she stammered, immediately reaching for another tool to busy herself.
Vi’s grin widened. Now casually resting her arms over the couch leaning back, “Oh, come on. You can’t fool me. I’m your big sister, remember? I know these things.”
Powder’s ears burned as she shot Vi a glare. She always knows.
“I don’t have feelings for Ekko, okay?! Now leave me alone!”
Vi stepped closer, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, you don’t, huh?”
Before Powder could protest, Vi lunged, her fingers attacking her sister’s sides. Powder let out a shriek, her laughter spilling out uncontrollably. “V-Vi! S-stop! Thahat’s not fahahair!”
“All’s fair in love and sibling wars!” Vi teased, her hands mercilessly finding all of Powder’s weak spots. Just like when they were kids. Vi always got powder.
Powder tried to squirm away, but Vi knew her too well. Her sides, ribs, and even the backs of her knees were no match for Vi’s relentless playful assault. Powder’s laughter echoed through the room.
“Oohohokay! OkaHAHAy! FIHIHINe! Mayehebe I likehe hihim a l-little!” Powder finally gasped between giggles. Now holding Vi's wrists weakly.
“Ha! Knew it!” Vi declared triumphantly, grinning down at her younger sister who was teary eyed in blissful mirth.
"Ack! Vihihi pleahahahase!" It doesn't stop her playful attack, making Powder whine through her titters and laughs.
However, before Vi could bask in her victory, a pair of hands shot out from behind her, tickling her ribs. Vi let out a surprised yelp, twisting around to see Caitlyn standing there, an amused smirk on her face.
Of course, Powder smirked, Vi is submissive to one person, and that is Caitlyn.
“Thought you could use a taste of your own medicine,” Caitlyn said with a teasing glint in her eyes, looming closer to her girlfriend.
“C-Cait?! Ihihi can ehehexplain!” Vi managed to choke out, her composure breaking as Caitlyn expertly tickled her sides.
"My sister-in-law should be avenged you know" Caitlyn smirked now using her swift agility to wrestle a giggly Vi beneath her.
Powder, seizing the opportunity, joined in, her laughter turning devilish. “Get her, Cait! She deserves it!”
"Ahahaha cohohohome ohohon! I was juhust-!"
Vi was helpless now as she shrieked, trapped between Caitlyn and Powder’s combined efforts. She fell to the floor, laughing uncontrollably, her usual tough demeanor completely shattered.
“Okahahahay! Mercy! I surrehehehender!” Vi wheezed, trying to push off four hands away but failing miserably.
Caitlyn finally relented, chuckling as she helped Vi sit up. Powder, still giggling, now giving a high-five to Caitlyn.
"Nice!"
Caitlyn winks, "When she gets full of herself, I'm here to tame her"
Vi groaned, folding her arms as she huffed from her position, "You guys are supposed to be on my side, you know?"
“That’s what you get for teasing me,” Powder said smugly.
Vi gave her sister a mock glare before breaking into a grin. “Fine, fine. But you’re still gonna tell Ekko how you feel, right?”
Caitlyn shakes her head with an eye roll, "Oh Violet..."
Powder groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Why are you like this?”
Vi shrugs, now gesturing to Caitlyn, "My cupcakes fault"
"Aww, you love me Cupcake -Gahaaa!" Vi let out a squeak when Caitlyn tackles her down, her tone strict but playful, "Oh Violet, guess it's round two for you"
Vi laughed, now unlikely of how she weakly tried to bat off Cait, "Cuhuhupcahake! Ihihi dihidnt mehehean to -Gya! Not there!"
"Uh oh, here too? Such a bad spot enforcer Vi"
"Aha! Nohohow, you're being mehEHEHEEANn, DEHEHEHAR SHEHERIFF EEHEHE!"
Amidst their laughter and wrestling, Powder smiled proudly, her mind consumed with their love, but also her thoughts flooded to Ekko. Maybe she would confess to him.
She could be like her big sisters, perhaps. Someone who can love another.
A/N: HAPPY HEAR ME OUT CAKE EVENT DAY EVERYONE!! hehe i had so much fun writing for this event and everyone's pieces so far have been so CUTE im really excited to see what the rest of the event will bring!! I hope everyone is looking forward to it and has a fun time hehe~
(Caitlyn was requested anonymously, so I hope this finds you somehow hehe!!)
Summary: It's Caitlyn's birthday, and Vi has a very special gift for her. (contains minor spoilers for arcane season 2!)
Word Count: 1.9k (under the cut!)
Caitlyn frowned as she looked at all of her birthday gifts. A variety of expensive bouquets, fancy bonbons from confectionaries all over Piltover, custom made trinkets and intricate stuffed dolls… She was grateful to have so many people even think of her, but she knew that most of these people did not know her.
This was the privilege and curse of being a Kiramman — many houses and high-class people would try and gain benefits through the Kiramman name, and one of the easiest ways to earn favor was to offer something of worth. At least, worth in the sense that it was expensive or rare, not worth in the sense that it would mean anything to Caitlyn.
With a sigh, Caitlyn began to go through the large pile that had begun to amass in her room. Every year she would receive unnecessary things, and every year she would write sugar-coated cards that would thank the gifters, and every year the gifts would wilt or spoil or collect dust in the corner of her room until they were eventually removed.
Caitlyn hated the waste, but there was nothing she could do with the gifts otherwise — regifting to anyone in Piltover would be detrimental to the Kiramman name, as it would make her seem ungrateful for the gifts she had been offered. But she had no use for any of the gifts, so she would simply grin and bear it as she did all her life.
As Caitlyn read the birthday cards that were tied with fine ribbon to her gifts, she made a mental list of who had given her what. She got so distracted by keeping track of who had given her the chocolates and who had given her a mechanical ballerina that she did not even notice the door to her bedroom opening.
Caitlyn flinched at the sound of an impressed whistle. She whipped her head around and immediately any annoyance and tension that was building up in her was dissolved.
“Happy birthday, Cupcake,” Vi said with a bashful smile. “Sheesh, did I even need to get you anything for your birthday? Seems like you have quite the hoard already.”
Caitlyn rolled her eye and strolled up to Vi, pulling her into an embrace. “Mmm… Just because I have a hoard of material objects doesn’t mean I quite have what I want, yet. Well... I do now.”
Vi kissed the crook of Caitlyn’s neck as they hugged. When they finally pulled away, Vi kissed Caitlyn’s brow and gently rubbed her cheek with her thumb. “You’re too sweet, Cait. But really, I’m kind of embarrassed to give you your gift, now.” Vi handed Caitlyn a small, poorly wrapped gift that was tied up with a piece of dark pink string. “I couldn’t even find nice wrapping paper… It’s just some newspaper I nabbed on the way up.”
Caitlyn shook her head, cupping Vi’s cheeks. “I’m grateful you even thought to get me something. All of these? They’re people that are just hoping to curry favor with my family, they don’t even know what I like.” Caitlyn took the gift from Vi and held her hand. “I want to open yours now… Sit with me?”
Vi nodded her head and Caitlyn led them to her bed, where they sat on the end as Caitlyn gingerly began to untie the string. She chuckled as she struggled with it, and Vi rubbed the back of her neck. “I triple-knotted it…”
“Like a bootlace?”
“What if it came undone?!”
Caitlyn laughed loudly and leaned against Vi’s shoulder, finally managing to untie the string. She tore apart the newspaper, which had been surrounding an old cardboard box. She opened it, and inside was another cardboard box, though this one was new and did not look like it had been tossed around.
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow at Vi. “This isn’t one of those gifts where I have to open ten or more boxes to get to it, is it?”
Vi shook her head with a chuckle. “No, I’m just terrible at wrapping. Your gift is in that box.”
Caitlyn smiled and opened the lid on the smaller cardboard box. Inside was a small wooden music box with a cursive ‘C’ carved into the top of the light wood. It did not look like it was made by a professional artisan, but there was a small note tied to the key of the music box, which Caitlyn tilted slightly to read.
“For the sweetest cupcake,” Caitlyn read aloud, a small smile growing on her lips. “I am so lucky to love you… P.S. the ‘C’ stands– stands for... Vi, I can’t read this, the words are too small.”
“The ‘C’ stands for ‘Caitlyn’ not ‘cupcake,’ I just wanted to make sure you knew that,” Vi said with a grin. “I know it’s nothing fancy, but–”
Caitlyn pressed her lips to Vi’s before she could say anything else and pulled her in close. After a few moments, she pulled away and laughed softly. “Vi, this is… I don’t even know what to say. I love you so much… I’ve never gotten a gift with this much thought in it!” Caitlyn laughed. “And to think you were embarrassed because of all those other gifts… Vi, this is the best gift I’ve gotten.”
Vi smiled softly. “You haven’t even listened to the music, yet.”
Caitlyn hummed and held up the music box, twisting the key. As it began to play, Caitlyn let herself lean into Vi, listening to the tune that played.
“Is this…?”
“Sweet little lamb, dry your tears,” Vi began to sing along softly to the tune as Caitlyn felt her heart swell. “Stay here close, have no fear… The shepherd is gone, but I’m still here… Sweet little lamb, I’m still here…”
“Dear little lamb, close your eyes,” Caitlyn chimed in at the familiar lullaby, staring at the music box as it played the tune. “We’ll be safe beneath these skies… The sun has set, but the moon will rise… Dear little lamb, the moon will rise…”
The music box slowed to a stop and there was silence for a few moments. Caitlyn looked at Vi with awe, unable to express just how much the music box meant to her.
“Vi– This is– How did you know about this lullaby?”
Vi smiled and let her arm wrap around Caitlyn’s waist, pulling her in more as she kissed the top of her head. “You mentioned once that your mother would sing you a lullaby about a lamb to get you to sleep. I wanted you to have something to remember her by… I found that in an antique shop just outside Piltover, but I carved the ‘C’ in it myself.”
Caitlyn sighed softly and clutched the music box close to her chest. “Vi… I truly don’t know what to say. I don’t deserve you, I–”
Vi shook her head and rubbed Caitlyn’s shoulder. “You deserve the world, Cait. I got you this because it’s your first birthday without her, but… Cait– Hey, look at me. You don’t have to say anything for me, this is for you. I’m just glad you like my gift, that’s all I need.”
Caitlyn wanted to tell Vi that there was so much more to this gift than she truly realized. This had given her back a piece of her mother, a piece of something she had lost and never thought she would ever be able to put back together. Vi had experienced loss like Caitlyn, and it was loss that had brought them together and had torn them apart and had helped them heal together again. This music box was not just a thoughtful gift — this music box was so much more.
But instead of saying anything else, Caitlyn nodded her head and pressed her lips to Vi’s.
After they kissed for a few moments, Caitlyn pulled away and looked once more at the music box. She walked it over to her bed stand and placed it beside her carafe. She walked back over to Vi and sat in her lap facing her, cupping Vi’s cheeks.
“Thank you for making my birthday so special…”
Vi smiled and put her hands on Caitlyn’s hips, gently rubbing her thumbs against them. “I hope I can make you feel special every day.”
Caitlyn chuckled. “You make me feel special more than I need to. But today… I think today is a good day to feel special.”
Vi hummed. “You know, I haven’t been counting how many times I’ve kissed you today.”
Caitlyn raised her eyebrow, surprised by the sudden change in topic. “Does it matter?”
“Well, I have to give you twenty-six kisses for your birthday… But I suppose a few extra won’t hurt, right?”
Caitlyn rolled her eye and giggled when Vi began to pepper her neck with kisses. “Hey, that tickles! Vi–!” Vi gently lifted Caitlyn off her lap and onto the bed, continuing to kiss her sporadically all over her neck and jaw. Caitlyn huffed and then began to laugh when Vi gently pinched at her sides. “Wahahait! Don’t actually tickle mehehe!”
“But– You’re so– Cute–!” Vi said, kissing Caitlyn between almost every word. She had begun to kiss Caitlyn’s cheeks and nose as well “Don’t– Make me– Lose– Count–!”
Caitlyn squealed softly when Vi squeezed her hips. “Vi–! Ehehehe!”
Vi slowed down on her kisses and her tickles. She became more purposeful with where she placed her lips and her hands traced gentle circles on Caitlyn’s sides, bringing out sweet giggles as she looked up at Vi with a soft look.
“Twenty-two,” Vi said before kissing Caitlyn’s collarbone. “Twenty-three…” A kiss to Caitlyn’s jaw, just below her ear.
Caitlyn giggled softly, watching Vi as she continued. “Twenty-four,” Vi kissed Caitlyn’s left cheek. “Twenty-five,” Then she kissed Caitlyn’s right cheek.
“One more…” Vi said with a sweet smile, her lips hovering just over Caitlyn’s lips. Caitlyn let her eye flutter shut, but was then surprised by a quick kiss to her nose. “Twenty-six!”
Before Vi could laugh or joke or tease, Caitlyn had her arms around Vi’s neck, pulling her in for a real kiss. Caitlyn could feel Vi melt under her touch and she smiled into the kiss.
“That was twenty-seven,” Vi said with a small smirk.
Caitlyn shrugged. “Well, it made me feel special. Isn’t that the point of today?”
Vi laughed and nodded before pressing her forehead to Caitlyn’s. She tucked some of Caitlyn’s hair behind her ear and then gestured to the pile of gifts in the corner of the room.
“Well, special girl, you still have one or two or a hundred gifts to go through… Do you need any help eating those fancy-looking candies?”
Caitlyn groaned. “I suppose I could use some help…” An idea popped into Caitlyn’s head and she looked up at Vi with her eye bright. “Actually, I think I could use a lot of help.”
Vi raised an eyebrow and Caitlyn stood up, walking over to the pile of gifts. “These almost always go to waste, but… Do you think some of the children in the Undercity would also like to feel special today? I can’t really give these out to anyone in Piltover, otherwise there would be some… well, let’s just say I would have more of a headache dealing with unhappy gifters than writing one or two or a hundred thank-you notes.”
Vi looked at Caitlyn with a wide smile and she nodded her head. “I’m sure there would be quite a few kids who would love this stuff…” Vi walked over to Caitlyn and they began to sort through the gifts. “You’re so special, Cait.”
Caitlyn nudged Vi with a grin. “It’s because it’s my birthday!”
