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[soft--dragon]

Countdown

Jason, Tim, and Damian test Dick's patience. When the oldest sibling finally cracks, he hunts them down one by one to enact revenge for their troubles

Word Count: 5, 715

Warnings: No Warnings

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Voices bounce around the cave, volleying left and right like some kind of aggressive tennis match.

Dick can’t even hear his fingers on the keys of the Bat Computer with how loud his brothers are being, jabs and barbs over something entirely pointless being thrown across the expanse of the room. Why on earth they were down here instead of upstairs was lost on the oldest sibling. He had been attempting to finish a report of a mission from the night prior, when his brothers appeared from nowhere and started debating. The argument didn’t need Dick’s input, nor did they ask for it. It was like they wandered into the cave just to grate on his last nerve. 

A few times, he called over his shoulder for his brothers to pipe down, belatedly realizing he sounded a bit too much like Bruce. Of all the times the man had to be away on a WE trip, it had to be when the trio of vigilanties were butting heads. Typical. Only once was Dick’s request for quiet actually acknowledged: his other attempts had been drowned out by their heated discussion. 

“Look, we apologized for going into your territory, Jason. The point is that Riddler’s escape was tied to a larger crime, and taking him down was a higher priority-”

“Apology accepted, whatever, but I called dibs for a beat down on that guy last month. The Baby Assassin does not get to overrule that claim cause he got there first!”

“Imbellic and irrelevant, Todd, I handled it much more effectively than you could’ve hoped to.”

“Have both of you forgotten that I invoked ‘Call Dibs’ three months ago on Mr. Freeze, and you two teamed up to take him down before I could, just to spite me?”

A loud scoff. “I hardly needed Todd’s assistance in a matter so trivial, Drake. He was lucky I didn’t impale him as well just for getting in my way.”

“Oh, bite me, Demon Brat-”

The sudden flurry of rolling wheels scrapes against the floor as Dick stands. He shouts quite abruptly, “One!” 

Jason and Tim freeze immediately. Damian’s mouth has parted, a retort loaded in the barrel and waiting to be fired, but the sudden bellow and locked-up state of his brothers give him pause. He turns to where the twin pairs of wide eyes have locked onto the Bat Computer. Dick’s form is silhouetted in blue light. He’s hauntingly still. The sudden lack of voices echoing through the cave makes for a horror-esque scene, serendaded by the muffled squeaking of bats from deeper into the enclaves of the rocky space. 

“Dick, we’re sorry.” Tim quickly starts bargaining. Goosebumps prickle along his skin as a nervous flutter starts up in his gut, the feeling tugging his lips up into a weak grin. “We’ll pipe down, it was a dumb argument anyway. S-So, just go back to your work, yeah? There's no need for this-” 

The fool. 

Instinctual fight or flight having Jason and Tim’s feet backing up, arms beginning to raise to their sides defensively. As if that would save them from the monster they've created. Damian stares, completely baffled, as the two boys edge towards the elevator while Tim rambles endlessly like an auctioneer on crack cocaine. In hindsight, he should’ve immediately followed their lead with the slow retreat.

“Two.” Dick turns off the computer, still facing away from his brothers but holding an unfathomable amount of power. 

Jason is cussing under his breath now. His stomach is in knots with little jolts of nerves heightening his anticipation for what's to come. He hates how easily this game can make him go from a fully grown adult to thirteen again in seconds. He growls for Dick to “Cut it with the freaky shit”, but the wobbly smile trying to take over his face is winning this battle. 

Hearing Jason sound so highly strung finally makes Damian take a few wary steps back from the computer. Grayson had never laid a hand on him with the intention to hurt, even when sparring, he heavily pulled his punches. This menacing aura protruding from his still form raises the hairs on the back of Damian’s neck, a small thrill zinging through his stomach. Was this to be similar to Grandfather’s tests? A training exercise? Or was it more akin to a punishment? Drake and Todd seemed jumpy, but not fearful, instead giddy for some bizarre reason. What on earth-?

Finally, Dick turns, an evil grin on his face. “Three.” 

“SACRIFICE THE CHILD!” Tim shrieks, abandoning the elevator in a mad dash and instead flies up the stairwell. Without question, Jason grabs Damian and throws him at Dick, scrambling after his younger brother a half step later. 

Damian barely gets out an undignified yell before arms are encircling him like an octopus, and he’s staring up at the predatory gleam of Dick Grayson’s eyes. “The first victim,” he hums, something menacing in his voice that Damian can’t place. The pounding of footsteps fades up the stairs. No help is coming.

“What the hell is happening?” He demands, gripping onto the arm that’s swept him against Grayson’s chest and mentally running through all the ways he can break the limb should he have to. 

Grayson chuckles, and Damian can feel it with how closely pressed he is to his brother. He looms over the boy as he says, “Karma”, with a toothy smile.

Fingers delve into the exposed flank not tucked against Grayson’s torso, wriggling around the skin with careful precision. Despite his arm being looped under Damian’s legs to keep him close, his hand doesn't falter in its path to tickle him to bits. Damian gasps sharply, a leg kicking out on reflex as he scrunches further into Grayson’s arms, trying to curl into himself as his nervous system goes haywire. 

“GRAHahahaysohohon!” He’s giggling. Giggling. Like some helpless child, as the older boy scopes out his torso for places to tickle with an inane accuracy. Grayson has tickled him before - one does not gain Dick Grayson as an older sibling and expect to evade his playful mannerisms - but this time, it feels more intentional than just messing around. Grayson’s nails are scuttling over his neck with a speed that has the boy squeaking with laughter, trained hands reduced to smacking at the spidering digits. His method is usually to just jump his hands around, lean into the silliness of this bonding activity, but this is precise. Honing in on the spots that send Damian up the wall. 

Grayson proves Damian’s hunch when he starts speaking, something resigned yet amused about his tone. “Five times I asked you guys to pipe down, or move to a different area of the house, or godforbid stop arguing entirely, but did you listen? No, of course not. So now I have to leave my very important work to teach you all a lesson.” 

Damian tries to argue his case. “Thehey wehehere beheing peheverse!”

Grayson apparently took that as a challenge. 

Fingers slip from his neck to under his shirt suddenly, spidering around Damian’s bellybutton and causing the kid to toss his head back with the force of his cackles. He tries to remove the offending digits from his sensitive skin, but Grayson is annoyingly good at this and uses a dirty tactic of blowing in Damian’s ears to make him scrunch away with a giggly whine - a hand pawing at his ears to ward off the feeling.

“Stohohopihihit!” 

Grayson flashes his canines in a grin, though thankfully, he relents the attack on Damian’s ears. He settles for tracing patterns across Damian’s abdomen, letting the kid calm down from the sensations buzzing through his nervous system.

“This is a generational game, Dami,” Grayson says conversationally, like there isn’t a snickering child being held prisoner in his unrelenting arms. “Jason and Tim have both been subjected to it through Bruce and me over the years. You push enough buttons, and you’ll earn yourself a Countdown, and if you’re caught, you’re tickled. Those traitors had the right instinct in bolting, but assuming I’ll be slowed down or swayed off by giving me the youngest first? Poor judgment on their part. Their punishment is gonna be twice as bad for that little act of cowardice.”

Despite giggling his head off, Damian felt a wave of satisfaction knowing Grayson also saw the injustice of throwing him to the lions. Those two royally screwed themselves over with that play. 

Grayson hums, contemplative. “Seeing as it’s your first time with this game, it’s probably fair to keep your sentence short and hunt down the other two. But first…”

The hold around Damian’s thighs tighten, keeping his legs pinned as Grayson removes his arm from the boy’s back. Damian yelps, swinging from being upright to being a victim of gravity, dangling from an unfairly strong grip. He doesn't even get a chance to growl a half-hearted threat before his knees are being scratched and spidered over by light fingernails, completely free to torment him now that they aren’t holding precious cargo. 

“RIHIHICHARD! NOHOHOHO!” Damian’s shriek echoes through the cavern, youthful laughter flowing freely from his lungs in unstoppable waves. He twists around from his upside-down position as he cackles, wrapping his arms around his stomach when a few fingers slink down to skitter over his stretched torso. It wasn’t long before he was snorting.

“There we go,” Dick chuckles, “was wondering when my favourite sound was gonna make an appearance tonight. Thank you for joining us, Piglet.”

Damian didn’t have the brain capacity, nor the air to protest the nickname; his voice had disappeared within his tumbling cackles. He’s stuck in a loop of tensing and untensing his knees in quick succession as Dick’s fingers scribble behind them. Occasionally, they’ll skitter to the boy’s calves before swiping back to their original target, a pattern Dick kept up until Damian’s cheeks were flushed pink. He wasn’t sure he could plead with his brother, the air in his lungs too busy keeping his laughter running a mile a minute.

Thankfully, Dick has other victims to claim this night. 

Damian feels his centre of gravity shift again, swinging him upright and tucked into a pair of strong arms once more. He tenses instinctively, hands covering his stomach and knees as he whines out, “Rihihihichard.”

“I’m not tickling anymore, Dames,” Dick chuckles warmly, watching Damian giggle himself silly. He firmly rubs at the boy’s arm, patting his knee and suppressing an amused snort when the boy squeaks in giddy panic. 

Cute, he thinks, shifting Damian to one arm so he could rub the boy’s back unimpeded. The kid really needed to eat more; he was way too easy to just pick up and hold. That, or Dick and the rest of his family were vigilantes with Herculean strength, that was also an option. 

“Learned your lesson, then?” Dick raises a brow, shifting to tame the wild bird's nest that’s become of Damian’s hair throughout the ordeal.

“Yehes… I apologize for disruhuhupting you, Rihihichard." Damian hates that giggles still demand to intertwine with his voice, but the endeared look sent his way makes up for the embarrassment a bit. 

“It’s alright, I kind of needed the break anyway.” As he speaks, Dick walks through the cave and enters the elevator. 

Hitting some buttons and ascending to the manor, his mind begins mapping out the possible hiding places or routes his brothers may have taken in hopes of evading their retribution. Those muppets. Did they forget who they’d been messing with? The elevator dings suddenly, and Dick steps out into the warmer air with Damian still in his arms. Alfred wanders around the corner with a glass, a placid yet amused quirk to his lips. 

“Is there a reason, Master Dick, that your two brothers almost shattered four antiques while rampaging the halls like a pair of hooligans?” He asks, handing the cup of water in his hands to Damian, who takes it with a surprised, yet grateful smile. 

Dick snickers, setting the boy down and gently ruffling his hair. “They invoked the Countdown.” 

Alfred’s eyebrows raise as his smile widens. “Ah, I see.” He tilts his head slightly behind him. “The drawing rooms might require your attention then, Master Dick.”

Damian watches Dick’s grin expose more teeth and tries to ignore the giddy, nervous swoop his stomach gives, despite it not being directed towards him. 

“Thanks, Alfie. If you hear screaming, everything’s probably fine.” He’s off like a rocket in half a second, footsteps practically silent despite the flat-out sprint he’s broken into.

Damian feels absolutely no remorse for what is barreling his brothers’ way. He sips his water. “How did you know what the Countdown was, Pennyworth?” He asks curiously, looking to the butler who’s straighening a rug that was scuffed up - Drake’s clumsiness probably. That boy could never keep his feet when he was panicking. 

Jason’s feet pound against the carpet of the manor, wheezing for breath. Look, he’s fit, but he’s also psyched out of his mind right now, and not being able to catch his breath seems fair considering the position he’s in. Tim isn’t doing much better, but he’s got a case of the giggles hindering his air capacity, sending glances over his shoulder, and almost slamming into walls because of it. They’ve been running the halls of the manor like some kind of horror house maze, hoping to either escape Dick entirely or confuse the man so much he spends the rest of his days trailing the halls looking for his brothers like some kind of ghost story. That works out in their favour in the end. 

“Who do you think invented it?” Alfred’s eyes twinkle with a conspiratorial gleam, taking pride in the floored look Damian sends him. He chuckles. “It may have been passed down the generations, but it had to start somewhere, Master Damian. Afterall, I needed to keep young Master Bruce in line somehow.” 

Suddenly, an unmistakable, gleeful cackle echoes through the halls of the manor.

It’s almost comedic how Jason and Tim stop dead in their tracks, twisting their heads left and right down the halls in thinly veiled panic. They’d been moving nonstop for ages. How the hell did their oldest brother catch up so fast?!

“This way,” Jason yanks Tim’s arm away from the drawing rooms as they’d planned, and instead speed through an adjacent door that leads to Bruce’s study. They only make it down two more corridors before that same eerie cackle rings out, somehow sounding closer. 

“Oh god, he’s hunting us. He’s actually hunting us,” Tim hisses somewhat hysterically, turning in place to locate the sound. 

“Shut up, Timmers,” Jason growls, though he’d be lying if he says that sound isn’t making him nervous. He suddenly feels bad for the criminals Dick pursued as a kid. It was everywhere, completely surrounding them. He backs up a few steps, then motions hurriedly down the hall. “We should be able to make it to the bedrooms; there are locks on those doors.” 

Jason shoots down the hall again with a sputtering Tim right behind him. Fucking Giggles Mcgee back there, unable to control the nervous titters spilling out. It made Jason’s lips subconsciously twitch into a grin of his own. They’re so close, just a few more halls, a flight of stairs, and they’re home free-

Dick suddenly skids around the end of the hall with a loud, victorious crow.

Tim yelps, backpedaling on his heels straight into Jason. He darts to the side, aiming to use his brother as a human shield, when an arm suddenly slings around his middle. 

“Sorry Timbit, it’s every man for himself.” Jason hoists him up, and the teenager immediately knows how Damian felt hurtling towards certain doom. 

“JASON!” Tim shrieks, intercepted by Dick’s arms in a reliable catch, but he feels anything but safe right now. He twists to face his traitorous brother, a hand outstretched like some melodramatic horror movie. 

The man is already sprinting down the halls, not looking back once. The bastard.

Tim doesn't even get the chance to use his silver tongue before Dick’s fingers are skittering and spidering inside that unprotected hollow, making the boy slam his arm down, but it’s too late. 

“Dihihihick! Ohohoho gohohod- plehehease! Nohohot thehehere!” Tim squirms, and though it's a valiant effort, this isn’t Dick’s first rodeo in dealing with wriggly brothers. 

“No, no, I think I will actually,” Dick tuts, his arms like iron bands around his little brother, who’s a mess of shrieks and snorts. 

“Ihihi sahahaid sohohorry!” 

“Yes, but you also said ‘sacrifice the child.’” Dick echoes the earlier statement, removing his hand from the sensitive hollow. “‘Sacrifice the child’, Tim? Really? That was uncalled for; it’s Damian’s first Countdown. The little guy had no idea what he was in for.” 

Dick drops the boy’s legs and leaves him dangling from one arm that’s tightly wrapped around his ribs, his toes just barely brushing the floor. He felt like some overgrown, misbehaving cat from this undignified position. The free hand takes advantage of the stretched out torso and crawls across Tim’s ribs, relishing in the wild squeal that’s let out. 

“NOHOHOT THAHAT!”

“‘Not there’, ‘not that’, if you didn’t want to be tickled, you shouldn’t have annoyed me and gotten caught.” Dick hikes Tim up further to properly stretch out his ribcage and scribbles into the sensitive grooves, amused when Tim’s legs fling around, but he couldn’t seem to coordinate them in an effective way to escape. 

Tim’s hands hung on to the one encircling his chest, gripping the limb as a lifeline while he lost himself to unbridled hysterics. It was no secret his ribcage was ticklish - Bruce even messed around sometimes during injury checks just to see if Tim still squeaks, spoiler, he does - but having his upperbody stretched like this made the tickling so much worse. He felt every wiggle, scratch, and jab Dick mercilessly piled onto his nervous system, sending his stomach swooping with giddiness and laughter pouring free. 

“DIHIHICK IHIHIM SOHOHORRY!” 

“Heard your apology the first time, bud, you know the rules though. You pushed my buttons, so I’m pushing yours.” As he spoke, he prodded up and down Tim’s ribs, drilling into the bottom set and earning himself a high-pitched yelp. “It’s only fair afterall.”

“NOHOHO IHIHIT IHIHISN’T!”

Dick chuckles. “Argue with the guy who made this up, I’m just following the set regulations, Timmy. If the rules get updated, please let me know.”

“DIHIHIHICK! Dihihihick- wahahait, hahahang ohohon- nononononohohoho- dohOHOhon’t! Cuhuhut thahat shihihit ohout!” 

Those devilish fingers have finally abandoned his lower ribs, only to begin crawling upwards agonizingly slow. Tim giggles and stammers out half-baked protests as his nerves tingle at the intentionally leisurely movement, only making his brain even more keyed up. The octaves of his voice mirror the climbing digits, as it only becomes higher the closer they get to that accursed spot on his upper ribs. He’s stumbling over his words so much that it doesn't even sound like English anymore. When those fingers are a single set of bones away, they pause, tapping idly on them. Tim holds his breath, chest stuttering with flustered, anticipatory giggles. 

“Correct me if I’m wrong, Timmy,” Dick purrs gleefully, sending the boy cringing away as his breath curls at his ear, a stray snicker leaking through. “But did just say, ‘don’t cut that shit out?’”

Tim scrabbles at the arm clinging tight to him. He’s giggling like mad, and Dick hasn’t even begun. “Nohohoho! No- Ihihihi dihihidn’t!”

“I think you did~” Dick singsongs gleefully, “And who am I to refuse my baby brother?”

He wraps both arms around Tim and hoists him up higher, his forearms now coiled around the boy’s stomach. Ducking around the arm that’s flailing in a panic, Dick plants his lips on the side of his ribs and blows the biggest raspberry he could into that damning spot.

You’d think the boy was being murdered. The scream Tim let out was shrill and panicked, laughter chasing the sound in endless waves. He goes slack in Dick’s grip, gasping and wheezing while his eyes squint with the size of his exhilarated grin. Dick has the good grace to let Tim gain his breath back before plunging his head in once more and blowing another raspberry. 

Tim’s stuck there, shrieking, cackling, and hiccuping with laughter. The fight is gone from his body, snatched away by the relentless ticklish buzzing flying through his nervous system. His stomach feels filled with that fizzy energy, expecting another wave of merciless tickling on his upper ribs. That expectancy keeps his giggles constant despite Dick giving him a break.

The older boy chuckles, squeezing Tim in more of a hug than a restrictive hold. “You still with me, Baby Bird?” He asks.

“Mehehean,” Tim presses out, completely spent as he becomes dead weight in the embrace. “Thahat was a mehean tactic.”

“I know, I’m gonna do the same to Jason.”

Tim snorts. “Good. Bastard gave me up.” 

“That he did.” Dick gently lowers Tim’s feet down to the ground, though his hands stay on the boy’s shoulders when he sways. “Tired?”

“What do you think?” Tim snarks, only to immediately cringe and giggle helplessly, bracing into a feeble defense.

The Pavlovian response causes a bark of laughter to leave Dick. “I’m done,” he promises, gently mussing up Tim’s hair. “Any idea where your brother was heading?” 

“Aiming for the bedrooms, but he might try and play it smarter after abandoning me,” Tim answers immediately, feeling no guilt. “Go get his ass.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” 

Jason knows he’s fucked. 

He gives an exaggerated salute, Tim blinks, and suddenly Dick is gone. A gust of wind teases at Tim’s bangs, and he scoffs a laugh. Definitely Batman’s kid, he’s mastered that disappearing trick perfectly.

He sacrificed both brothers to this tyrannical nightmare, and he knows it doesn't matter where he hides, or runs, or prays to. He’s fucked, with a capital F. 

Jason pauses his jog towards his bedroom. The bedroom. That’s what Dick would expect, the same tactic Jason used when he was thirteen and didn’t think things through. Hiding under the covers and muffling his giggles, only for Dick to pounce on him and tickle him to tears. 

Hearing Tim’s faint screams minutes ago only doubled the butterflies in his stomach, doubtless Dick would find a way to do the same to him. There wasn’t a way out of this that didn’t leave him gasping with laughter and entirely at his older brother’s mercy. Unless…

Jason spins on his heel and hauls ass towards the library. He never hid here when he was a kid - the quiet in the library was to never be forsaken, he’d been icily resolute on that when he was a kid - so Dick would never look here, cause Jason would never break his own rules. Perfect. 

He pokes his head through a crack in the door, but the room is silent. No sign of his brothers anywhere, older or otherwise. He approaches the closest couch facing from the door and slumps down the back of it, taking in deep heaves of air to recover from the laps he’s been doing around the manor. Having to double back and take the long way to the bedrooms after Dick intercepted him and Tim had wasted time and energy. For now, though, he was safe, if only to think of a better strategy and recover the oxygen lost on this wild goose chase. 

“This is a good hiding spot, he’ll never find us in here.”

Jason freezes. Oh, no. Please, no. 

Dick’s wide grin pops up from the couch Jason’s hiding behind, something chaotic and menacing. “Scream and run.” He assumes, tilting his head. 

Jason bolts with a yelled curse, but Dick’s been an older brother for years and practically predicted that move. He tackles Jason to the floor, rolling across the plush rugs and pinning him face down to the carpet. 

“Now, Jason. Jason, Jason, Jason,” Dick leers, tutting like a disappointed mother. His fingers tap idly on the man’s wrists, sending jolts through his nerves and having him fight not to curl in on himself. “Sacrificing, what was it, both of your brothers today? Not even fifteen minutes apart, either. That is low, Little Wing.”

“It was Tim’s idea!” Jason argues, trying to ignore the wobbly grin spreading over his face as he pushes his feet into the rug to get some leverage. No such luck.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve made sure he’s learned not to suggest that again. But you… You actually threw them, so I think I’ve got to make this lesson stick. Don’t you think?”

“I’ll- I’ll kihill you.”

“Say that without laughing, and maybe I’ll believe you.” 

Jason opens his mouth, and Dick’s fingers drop his wrists to claw at his hips, sending the boy into fits of loud laughter and wildly scrabbling for purchase on the library floor. It was very reminiscent of Jason’s reaction as a kid. All the years passed, changes came and went, and yet some things stayed the same. It pulled a smile from Dick despite the ‘menacing, evil older brother’ shtick he was trying to create. He probably looked like a Wish version of a villainous fiend. 

The problem was, he loved his brothers too much to really act minacious, even when they were being annoying. “Having fun?” He asks Jason, just to be annoying right back.

“Gehehehet fUHUhuhucked!” 

“Kori handles that, don’t you worry.” 

Before Jason can roll his eyes or fake-gag at the joke, Dick is jabbing and prodding along the back of his ribcage, putting his attention towards not hitting the ceiling with how hard he jolts. “GOHOHohod, Dihihick!”

“Still ticklish on your back then?” Dick hums merrily, knowing all too well the extent of his little brother’s sensitivities. Seeing Bruce do back scratches on Jason when he was a kid was absolutely golden. Arguments or not at the time, they could both agree it was cute as hell. 

Jason tries to swing an arm backwards to hit Dick, but the guy simply weaves around it and jams his fingers into the newly exposed area, delighting in the garbled shriek Jason gives and crumpling of his body as he gives in to the sensations. All tumbling giggles and wheezes galore. 

“Right, so I want a couple of apologies from you, Mister,” Dick says conversationally, using the hand not crushed in an armpit to spider delicately along Jason’s shoulder blades. He has to stifle his own giggle as Jason whines through his laughter, shifting around to dislodge the pesky little digits with no success. “One for throwing Damian. One for throwing Tim. One for disrupting me when I asked you to be quiet. And one for flipping me the bird when I asked you guys to be quiet- don’t think I didn’t see that, Little Wing. You’re not slick.” 

“Thohought yohou’d appreheheciate a bihird, Nihihightwing,” Jason snarks through his titters. Well, his mouth always did work faster than his brain. 

Dick doesn't even give him a response, simply slips his hand free from the hollow and scribbles down Jason’s back in its entirety. His nails skip and jump across bones and delve into the gaps between ribs, skittering down to the next target with a keen eye for Jason’s reactions. And boy, did he react. 

“DIHIHIHIHIHICK! FUHUHU- OHOHO MIIHIHIY GOHOHOHOD! WAIT, WAIT, WAHAHAHAIT!” 

Jason’s fist slams against the carpet as he buries his face into the crook of his free arm, red face warm against his skin and muffling the boisterous cackles he was sure could be heard throughout the whole manor. Lazarus pit or not, it seems his body reacted the exact same to tickling as when he was a boy, sapping his strength and making him useless. He isn’t sure how long he lies there, testing the range of his voice box under Dick’s fingers which wouldn’t give his damn back a break, but when they did eventually lift from his skin, his nerves were shot to hell. The giggling stuck around despite nothing touching him, fizzing and sparking throughout his body from his clothes shifting around was enough to keep him in a delirious state of mirth. 

Dick’s hands return to his back, but instead of scribbling, they press firmly and rub down his spine. “Easy there, Snickerdoodle,” he says gently, but no less playful. “I forget how ticklish your back is.” The guy probably deserved a break from the tickling. Dick wanted his apologies, but he wasn’t a monster. 

Jason does take a minute to calm down, and then turns his head to look up at his big brother, flushed cheeks and hair mussed. “Get bent,” he wheezes out, his grin voluntary and goading. 

Dick’s hands pause in their soothing ministrations, and his eye twitches. 

Ah. Damn. Jason may have made a miscalculation on that onE- OH JESUS CHRIST STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP-

Jason’s screams of laughter may have included his mental chant, but he has no idea, too caught up in his shrieking as Dick presses a raspberry into his shoulder blades. And he didn’t stop at one. Or two. Three. Four. Five. Jason was going to leave a dent in the floor if this kept up, coping with the incessant buzzing in his skin by slamming his fist down. 

“Four apologies, Little Wing.” God, you could hear the smirk in that smug bastard’s voice. “Better hop to before I start again.” 

Part of Jason wanted to keep being defiant, but the other, younger, wiser part of himself was strangling that thought and shouting to just give up. “Alrihihihihihight,” Jason conceded, wiping a stray tear from his eye as he sat up on his forearms. “I’m sor-EHEHEHEHE! DIHIHIHICK!” He body slams into the carpet once more and kicks out.

“Hm?” Dick pops his head back up from where he’d been buzzing another raspberry into Jason’s shoulder blades, “Were you saying something, Little Wing?”

“YOU FUCKWIT!” Jason roars through his lingering cackles, desperately trying to turn over to block that horribly ticklish spot. Dick has him firmly pinned with his thighs, and his strength is just gone; there’s nowhere to hide.

“Not hearing my apologies, Jason,” Dick smirks, poking incessantly at his spine with merry little taps, causing the boy to flinch and groan his annoyance through his giggling. 

“Ihihi trihihihied!”

“Try harder.”

God, Jason was going to kill this man. 

He does attempt though, yet every time he gets out one syllable, Dick’s either blowing another raspberry or raking his fingers across those hypersensitive shoulder bones. Jason is lost in laughter, cheeks flushed brightly, and a smile starting to ache on his face. He didn’t think he’d laughed like this since… well, since before everything went to shit. 

It felt weirdly nice, though a little overwhelming. 

It was when Dick blew three mini rasberries across his ribcage that he finally worked up the air capacity to shriek. “I’M SOHOHOHORRY! DIHIHICK PLEHEHEASE!” He slaps the carpet twice, a little desperate as he crumbles into a ball of laughter. He wasn’t sure if he preferred dying to this or a crowbar; at least the latter wasn’t embarrassing.  

A firm pressure immediately rubs down his back, hard enough to avoid tickling and getting rid of those ghastly aftershocks. Jason slumps to the floor, muffling his titters into the carpet and trying to remember what it’s like to breathe properly. The second Dick’s weight leaves his hips, he’s rolling into a ball. A hand touches his head, and he can’t stop the preemptive jolt and small hiccup of laughter. 

There’s a soft laugh above him. “No more, Little Wing. You’ve had enough.” A hand deftly shifts through his messy hair, correcting the little floof of white back into a dignified state. Jason allows it. Not cause he can’t move or he enjoys the feeling, but as a way for Dick to make up for the torture he put him through. He lets his eyes slip closed, going boneless into the floor.

“Did you break him?” 

Glee is evident in Tim’s voice, footsteps shuffling over to where Jason is doing his best impression of a blob fish. Jason rolls his eyes at Dick’s prideful chuckle. 

“F’ck off, Timbit,” Jason grumbles, shoving his face into his arms and willing away the pink he knew was still staining his cheeks. 

“Tt, you deserved that, Todd. After giving up not only myself, but Drake as well?” Damian’s playfully haughty remark made the vigilante look up with a glare. The kid looked far too smug. Dick mustn’t have gone very hard on him. That would need to change in the future.

Alfred walks over with three water bottles in hand, passing one to Tim, to Dick, and setting the third by Jason’s side. “Are you alright, Master Jason?” He asks, and the look he’s giving the boys is nothing short of amused.

Jason can’t help the fond twitch of his lips despite his embarrassment, giving a small nod to the butler. “I’m good.” He fumbles with the chilled water and drags himself up to uncap it. “Bruce raised a monster.”

Dick, who’s chugging his water after having to hunt down three brothers, grins around the neck of the bottle. “I learned from the best,” he claims after swallowing. “It’s a generational game.”

“It’s generational trauma,” Jason mutters. 

Dick raises one hand and wiggles his fingers, utterly delighted and wheezing with laughter when all three brothers leap away from him with wide eyes. 

“I believe you are quite right, Master Jason,” Alfred hums, though the small chuckle he lets out escapes none of them. “Master Bruce will be delighted that something of his family was passed down.”

“Happy to carry on the tradition,” Dick grins, taking another victorious swig of his water. His brothers shoot him identical glares, but Dick notes that each of them is still flushed with smiles on their faces. The boys all looked content, tired of course, but happy. 

Dick grins back unapologetically as he swallows. Maybe he needs to invoke Countdown more often if this was the result: a house filled with laughter and only the occasional death threat. A good day for the manor, all in all. 

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tickletober update:

October is a rough month for me because, turns out, the rapid change from summer to fall/winter absolutely messes with my body (chronically ill girly). So with that and trying to keep up with college, I am very preoccupied. So my tickletober posts will probably be posted during winter break.

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Tickletober-2024 Day 2: Chase

Fandom: Trigun Stampede

lee!vash, ler!wolfwood

Summary: Vash was somehow annoying and Wolfwood had enough.

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"Get over here spiky hair!"

"NAHAhah-stay ahaway!!"

Vash wasn't entirely sure how he ended up in this situation.

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It had been a long day, the four of them driving for hours across the bland landscape. Their water supply was still pretty full, and their food was tasting good.

Basically, the drive was so uneventful, it was boring.

Roberto was napping in the passenger side, while Meryl drove. The two of them had been taking turns when Roberto was sober.

Wolfwood and Vash were in the back. Vash had been talking for hours, about what, he didn't remember. He was just so restless after being stuck in a car for hours. Wolfwood looked bored the whole time, but that was fine, Vash just needed to talk before he went nuts with just his own thoughts.

That's when it happened.

Vash didn't know what he said, but suddenly Wolfwood sat up straight.

"Pull over." He demanded, "I need to talk with Spiky hair."

The way he said talk sent shivers down Vash's spine. Did I do something wrong?

Meryl just rolled her eyes and slowed the car into a stop, happy for any excuse for a break.

"What did I do?" Vash whined as he and Wolfwood exited the car. "I was just talking."

"That's the problem, idiot." Wolfwood walked around to face him, a scowl on his face. "You're too noisy and I want a nap."

"Well, sure, I can be quiet." Vash rolled his eyes. "You just needed to ask."

"I don't believe you." Wolfwood stepped closer. "I think you need to let out all that pent up energy." He was right in Vash's face.

"So what, we're gonna talk outside the car?" Vash knew he was being too snappy, but seriously, 3 hours in a car will do that to someone. "I hate to break it to you, but that won't heEEAGH!"

Vash lept back, rubbing his hand against his ribs where Wolfwood had pinched. It had tickled.

"Why did you..." Vash's voice petered out as he saw that look in his friends eyes. He took another step back, his hands going up in a placating gesture. "Now Wolfwood... Let's not do anything silly..."

"Isn't being silly your whole thing?" Wolfwood smirked and cracked his knuckles. "This should be right up your alley." He raised his hands into claws. "Now let's get you tired out."

"You know whahat? Ihi'm tired nohow-" Vash backed away from the car and the sinister being in front of him.

Said being just grinned, an evil sparkle in his eye. "Run."

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"Woholfwoohoohd, stahap chasing mehehe!" Vash stumbled up a dune, giggles slipping out when he saw his hunter close behind.

"I will if you stop running!" He paused to gasp for breath. "This would be over sooner if you would stay still!" He lunged at the blond.

"naAH!!" Vash dived under his legs and rolled back down the hill, narrowly avoiding his clutches. "Seehee yuh!" He cackled as he picked up speed, having way to much fun with their new version of tag.

Wolfwood growled, fighting a genuine smile at the silliness that man seemed to project. "I'm coming for you, Vash the Stampede!" He leapt down.

Vash leapt to his feet and turned to see where the brunette was, and all but shrieked when he saw Wolfwood rapidly gaining on him, using the momentum from the downhill to sprint super fast.

"MEHERYHL!" He ran for the car, "HEHELP MEHE!"

Meryl, who had been stretching and pacing next to the car while the two men ran around the area, rolled her eyes and slid into the driver's seat. She winked at Vash.

"W-Wait!!" He was almost there, "Whahat are yo-"

And just as he was about to grab the handle, the sound of the lock clicking rang out, louder than a siren.

He stared in stunned silence at Meryl, who waved cheekily at him. Did she just-

"wAAUGH!" Wolfwood collided with his back, tackling to the ground, pinning him on his stomach.

"I caught you!" Vash's heart lept into his throat at the sinister tone Wolfwood's voice took. He began to struggle, trying to knock him off. Those nervous giggles came back full force.

"W-Wahahit, buhuhuddyhehe, lehets talk a-abohut thiIS-EEAAHAhahahaha-NAHha!"

Two evil hands vibrated deeply into his ribs, making those awful, silly sparks spread through his torso, pulling the loudest cackles from his wide, smiling, mouth.

"Ohoho, no." The self-proclaimed under taker couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him. Vash's laugh was way too contagious. "You've done more than enough talking today. It's time we make sure you get all that restlessness out." He switched to scratching his higher ribs, which certainly got a good reaction.

"WohohlfwohoOHOHHAHAHAHAAA!!" The gunman's legs began kicking frantically behind him, trying to either assist in escaping or distract him from those wiggly fingers wrecking his nervous system. "I-CAHAHAHAHAAANT!! EEAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Case in point." Wolfwood shook his head, grinning, "Look at how much energy is going already! We'll be done in no time."

"Try not to kill him!" Meryl called from her seat, having rolled down the window. She smiled at Vash's bright pink, laughing face. He should laugh for real more often.

"Don't worry, it's gonna take more than a little tickling to off the famous outlaw, Vash the Stampede." Wolfwood pulled a hand away to give her a thumbs up, switching to pinching up and down the blonde's ribcage, giving him a little break.

"eheheheheheh" Vash just lay there, trying to breath evenly. His face felt sore from smiling so much and his brain felt squishy. How long has it been since anyone tickled me? he wondered. No one sense Rem... He felt his heart grow a bit heavy at the thought. It was always fun playing silly games with her. Rem...

"Hey, spiky hair!" Wolfwood's voice jolted him out of his spiral, or maybe it was the scribbling between his shoulder blades, causing his full body to spasm with a squeal. His giggles became higher pitched. Backs can be ticklish!?

"Don't think I'm done just 'cause I gave you a break." Wolfood smiled down at him. He could almost sense when Vash began thinking too hard on whatever his sad backstory was. He did it way too often when given time to think. Maybe this can help him stop for a while along with tiring him out.

Wolfwood switched his smile to an evil grin again before Meryl noticed. "We're staying here until you stop squirming. Then I'll know your tuckered out." He bagan to scribble at Vash's ribs again.

"M-Ehehehehaha-Meheryhyhhl!!" Vash weakly raised a shaky hand towards the car, his nose scrunching when the scratching on his back moved up, towards his neck. "HEHEehEHlp meheheheEHE!"

"Sorry bud," Meryl shrugged unapologetically, "You seem like you need a good laugh right now, plus your jabbering earlier was getting annoying." She then looked up to Wolfwood. "Maybe try his armpits, that's always a good spot."

Vash's stomach swooped at those words, his frantic kicking started again, and he began to claw at the ground. "NohohohoOH!" He shook his head.

Wolfwood snickered at his sad attempt at crawling. "Where are you trying to go right now?" He lifted his hands away and scooting forward onto his ribs.

"Ahahawahahyeehee frohom yohoho-EEEHK!" Vash squeaked as he felt hands rest right in his underarms, unmoving. His arms immediately tried to slam down, but Wolfwoods knees were in the way!

"Any last words?" The fingers twitched.

"pleheheheahase!! wahahait- I-Ihcahahant- ihihihihihit-yohohohouhuHUHUHUOHAHAHAHAHA!! NAHAHAAJHAHAG- NAHAGAHSGAHT THEHRYEHEHEREE!! HYYEEAAHHAHAGSTHTGGHXCJFJ!!!"

"Woah!!" Wolfwood nearly fell off from the sudeen bucking and twisting. "This spot must really tickle, huh?"

"YEHEGRGHEHEHESSS!! STAHAHAHHAASDCGGHH!!"

"In aha bihiht, I wanna mahake sure thihis wohorks." Wolfwood dug in with glee, the hysterical laughter flowing from the human typhoon was so infectious he couldn't help the snickers that escaped.

Meryl couldn't stop giggling either. She was too distracted by the sight of Vash's demise, she didn't notice the movement next to her.

"Ghh..." Roberto was woken by the sound of... screaming? "What are y'all doing?" He opened one eye to the rookie giggling? and looking out her window.

She startled at his voice, turning to face him. "Ohoho... uhuhumm..."

"Ihi'm ticklihihng this idiohohot." The loud, chuckling voice of the new group member came from the driver's side window.

Roberto's eyes widened. This I gotta see. He stepped out of the car and walked around to the front.

There was Vash, cackling and screeching on the ground, unmoving. Wolfwood sat on top, his hands were in fact tickling at the humanoid typhoon's armpits.

"It seems you ahare." How was that screeching infectious? "But I think he's hahad enouhugh." Roberto crossed his arms, giving the don't argue with me look.

"Yeaha, youhur rigiht." Wolfwood backed off, standing up. He faced the older man. "How was your nap?"

"...Fine?" That seemed like a loaded question. "Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering since I didn't get mine." Wolfwood sighed. "Someone wouldn't shut up." He smirked.

Roberto glanced down at Vash, who hadn't moved much. His arms were clamped down on his side, and tired giggles were streaming out of his giant smile. "He certainly isn't talking anymore."

"Then I believe it's time to go!" Wolfwood clapped his hands. He walked around to his door and sat down in the car.

Roberto rolled his eyes and tapped the humanoid puddle with his foot. "You ready to go?"

Nothing but giggles were his answer.

"Goodness." He sighed, then picked up the blond and carried him to his seat, setting him down and buckling him. "What did you do?" He looked up to Wolfwood, only to see him snoring already. He really did want that nap, huh?

Roberto opened the driver door. "Switch with me, I'm driving."

Vash couldn't stop giggling. Those phantom tickles kept moving up and down his ribs. His brain felt like mush, and he couldn't grasp any thoughts. He only felt lighter than ever.

Maybe he should bother Wolfwood more often...

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Author's Note: I went a little overboard with this one, lol

I freaking love Vash. He's so silly and deserves all the love and tickles (mainly tickles). Until next time!

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Tickletober-2024 Day 1: Anticipation

Fandom: Original Characters

Lee!Hannah, Ler!Sai

Summary: Hannah has a lee mood, and someone notices.

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Hannah couldn't take it anymore.

For the last few weeks, she had this itch. A weird feeling in her brain. It was stupid, but she needed it to go away. It didn't help that her classmates seemed to have a similar issue.

Glenn was smiling so widely as Sai pinned him to the couch in the common room, their fingers massaging deep into his ribs. The poor boy was flailing around frantically as his chest shook with laughter.

Hannah felt the itch grow as Sai spoke to him, obviously teasing.

Is this a bad spot? Aaw, poor tornado boy can't do anything, can you? That's too bad. Maybe if you focused you could push me off. The devious glint in their eyes didn't help Hannah at all.

And good lord, their fingers. They moved so smoothly from massaging to pinching along the topmost ribs, causing the air user to fling his head back and scrunch his nose. A slight breeze wafted around the room.

God, hannah wished that was her squirming on the couch.

Hannah's eyes widened at the thought. Nope, she was above childish stupidity. She shook her head as she stood up, facing away from the duo. She was just going to get food and forget all about her silly feelings.

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Forgetting wasn't working. She kept running into people attacking each other. There goes Logan and Glenn, rolling on the ground, each trying to make the other laugh first. Kagami's bugging Paul, trying to get him to fight back (like that'll ever happen). Sai is destroying Alex (probably for being moody Hannah was plenty moody).

No matter where she went, the tickle bug had spread, and she couldn't look away from all the teasy faces and wiggling fingers and silly smiles and god why won't anyone just come at her-

Hannah sighed as she sat in her room, her homework open before her, incompleted. She couldn't think. The itch was too strong.

Maybe she could ask Sai. They were always more than happy for an excuse to make their friends smile (not that she was their friend, she came to this college for the opportunity, not friends). Still, Sai probably wouldn't judge her for asking... right?

Before she could stew to much in her thoughts, the light above her door flashed.

With a groan, she stood up from her desk and walked over, looking through the peephole.

Speak of the devil.

She opened it, her eyebrow raising in question.

I just came to see how you're doing. Sai had their hands folded behind their back. You haven't been downstairs recently, which we both know is your study place. Their arms were slightly twitchy.

Hannah shrugged. Didn't feel like doing homework near the flailing limbs. She signed Too distracting.

Sai's eyes wandered behind her back, and a tiny smirk grew on her face. and how's that going?

Hannah glanced behind her to see her open laptop, with an obviously empty document on screen.

Her cheeks warmed up when Sai giggled a little. Perfectly fine. She started to close the door.

Wait, wait! Sai waved, I'm sorry for laughing, I can help if you want! I'm pretty good at Professor Rowen's class!

Hannah paused. Maybe this was an opportunity in disguise. She could find a way to bait Sai into getting what she wanted, and no one else would know. Homework be damned, she could get the itch to leave!

Fine. Don't act excited. But don't break anything.

Of course not! Sai stepped into the room.

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This wasn't working.

Hannah couldn't make herself do anything to possibly provoke them. It was too embarrassing to even try.

And Sai talked with their hands! Waving them around, drumming them against their legs, counting with their fingers. Hannah couldn't take her eyes off them.

Sai paused their talking when they seemed to realize she wasn't paying any attention to what they were saying. She forced herself to look away from the twitching fingers to see what they had to say.

Are you ok? Sai looked concerned as they placed their hands down onto their folded legs, fingers still twitching why were they twitching so much?

I'm fine. She waived them off. The twitching was back up to their arms. Why was that twitching so familiar? They did that before recently- Oh

Hannah slowly looked up to their face again, her face heating up when she saw what she had initially thought was concern to be poorly hidden mischief.

Their hands twitched before they tickled someone.

What's wrong? That little prick knew she knew. And she knew that they knew she knew. The didn't move, but that stupid grin was forming on their face. Did you see something?

You're a prick. She could feel her own smile growing, the anticipation was killing her.

They shrugged, That's one way to put it. They're hands lifted, forming the stupid claws. But we both know you love it right now. And they pounced.

Hannah will always deny the yelp that escaped her loony grin, but in that moment, she could only focus on sudden weight that pinned her down as one hand grabbed her wrists and pinned them right above her head before she could fight back.

She knew she couldn't get away at this point (not that she wanted to) so she closed her eyes to brace for the best worst.

Nothing happened.

She felt a grumble build in her throat as she slowly opened her eyes, only for it to turn into a flustered shriek.

Sai's other hand was clawing tauntingly abover her stomach, barely above touching it.

The fit of giggles that immediately took over her made the stupid, grinning face above her obviously coo. They were saying something, but she could only see that damn hand that was so close but so far away! She could almost feel it scratching against her skin.

She closed her eyes again, she needed to stop watching and oh god no-

Does this tickle? The tapping on her palm automatically translated in her flustered brain, Do you want me to stop?

Leave it up to Sai to find a way to tease her.

Hannah shook her head with a squeal, her face growing hotter by the second as the image of that claw above her flashed behind her eyelids.

You don't want me to stop? I could have sworn you wanted this. Every time you watched us get into tickle fights, you looked so left out. Was I wrong?

Hannah shook her head again, her cheeks already hurting from how wide her grin was. Just do it already!

So I was not wrong! That is good. There was a scratch against her palm at the end. Why did that tickle so much?

I think you have waited long enough. Hannah peaked one eye open to see Sai's grin widden and the silly claw decend.

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Author's Note: This was slightly harder to write then I thought.

These oc's are from a world me and @koala-fluff created together (I hope you like it, Ko). Hannah is deaf, so writing from that pov was interesting, but I think I did ok.

There will be more tickle fics with people from this world, so if you're interested, stick around (totally get it if you aren't, too)

[rachi-roo]

Hii! I saw your requests open and I wanted to ask could you perhaps write some tickle headcanons for Vash from Trigun? Any version is fine, I just need more tickle content of that silly lil guy--

(Love your blog btw! <3)

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Trigun: Vash - Tickle Head Canons!

YES! YES! THANK YOU! I've wanted to write about this goobie woobie for so long! I've actually had some HCs written up for ages but never found silly Trigun fans to share them with! 😭 Bless your little socks anon!! Thank you for the opportunity to go HDBDIAOWKDBAI over my Vashy-Washy! XD Love you dust bunny!!!

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Lee:

Being inhuman has its perks. Not many but a few. Immortality is pretty cool. But in Vashs case, hanging out with the humans has brought upon a strange, problem, when it comes to physical touch.

At first, Vash had never heard of tickling or being ticklish. Why would he when everyone has only ever wanted to kill him? Until he met Meryl and Millie. One drunken party had led to a cuddle pile where the two females decided to attack the defenceless male, leading to the discovery. He is, in fact, very ticklish.

He is ticklish absolutely everywhere. Luckily, his huge coat and armour protect him most of the time. You'll have to catch him out of uniform to make him squeal.

Saying catch isn't really right, though. He loves being tickled and won't try to avoid an attack if he sees it coming. Like an obedient pup, he'll lay there and take it. Despite his wriggling, he does his best not to get away or stop those scribbling fingers.

His laugh is wonderful. Bright, loud, full of life. And he's very chatty whilst being wrecked. Being his usual goofy self, he'll say the most random things between his laughter.

"H-Hehey! Ahaha! Gohod I could reheheally go for a snAHAHACK rigihight now! Aha! Hah... Aww, why you stop?"

Brat. Brat. Bratty brat brat. Big playful goob. If he wants tickles, he'll follow you around all day until he gets them. Even if it means tickling you first to get a response, he'll do it. He'll poke you. Scare you. Steal a snack. Even throw some playful cheesy flirting your way.

His favourite are reward tickles.

"Didn't I do a good job taking care of those bandits? Come oooon, you know what to do~" He'd say, sprawling happily over your lap.

Praise him. Tell him how cute he is. It's the only time you might be able to fluster him instead of the other way round. If you manage to accomplish this, he'll cover his ears, trying to hide how red they go.

Drunk Vash tickles? Yes. His gangly limbs are so uncoordinated that he'll just flop around like a wet noodle. Hiccuping and snorting happily. Wolfwood takes full advantage of this as he's usually on the receiving end of tickles~

His most sensitive areas are his knees, ribs, and underarms. He also loves it when you tickle his palm. Having only one real hand means the one he's got needs extra love. The teddybear song is a personal favourite of his. Since he's a big kid, really.

Basically, he loves being tickled. Any time. Any place. For any reason. Laughter is so important to him. How could he not crave the sensation?

Ler:

Run. Just run. This man is a menace. Ever heard of the tickle monster? This guy gives him nightmares. In the best possible way.

For whatever reason, you look down in the dumps, or maybe you just committed the unspeakable SIN of eating his last doughnut. Vash is gonna getcha~

He'll chase you round all day, laughing with you as he puts on his 'villain' voice, cooing and teasing as he makes grabby hands at you as you try to flee.

"I'm gonna getcha~!"

"Mwahaha! You think you can escape the claws of Vash the humanoid Typhoon!? Nae! You will suffer at my hand, Mortaaaal!"

"Wow, you're quick! What's got you so frantic, I wonder? Haha!"

Once he catches you, it's over. He'll use his mechanic arm to hold your wrists, allowing his free hand to do the work.

He's a skitterer. Spider fingers are his favourites since they make his victims giggle the most. Changing spots every couple of seconds to keep you wriggling.

The sharpshooter had also invented his own adorable little game! He calls it 'Don't shoot'.

The ler surprises the Lee, aiming finger guns at them and calling 'Hands up!' The Lee has to respond quick as they can with 'Don't shoot!' Whilst throwing theirs hands up. If they're quick enough, the ler, Vash, approaches with his finger guns, circling and teasing the victim with anticipation. Faking a prod or two. The victim has to not flinch or giggle or they get 'shot' or rather, bombarded with tickly pokes.

Vash, being Vash, always makes the sound effects as he's poking you. "Pew! Pew! Pew! Should have stayed still, bandit!" He also loves being on the receiving end of this game, always losing, curling up as soon as those fingers get too close.

He's so gentle as a ler. Teasy and bubbly as always. He'll pull you into a hug, wriggling his fingers into your sides, blowing raspberries on your neck. He's a big guy, holding you still isn't difficult.

"Ah, Mon précieux, what a lovely singing voice you posesse~"

"A snort!? For me!? Oh my gosh, do it again!"

"Huh? Don't say tickle? Why shouldn't I say tickle? Is tickle a bad word? Is ticklish a bad word, too? What about tickled? Oh gosh, I'm saying all these awful tickly words! Oh well, I've sinned now, might as well go all out~ Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

Once he's tired you out, he'll hold you close to him, chuckling quietly at how flustered you are as he pets your hair. He'll share a doughnut if he feels he's been particularly mean~ Lucky you!

Vash, Vash, Vash. What a goobie woobie he is. My beloved sunflower 🥹 Making this a world build upon love and peace!!! 🤞 Marry me FUCK SAKE! XD

100% Switch!

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[vallee-ace]

love this :)

[vallee-ace]

Anyone here know this show series?? I have found it again and my brain loves the nostalgia.

[depresseddisneyprincess]

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

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1. Do this uquiz

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

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wow we twinning fr /j

Running From Your Past

You have a past you'd prefer not to think about, but boy oh boy does it like to think about you. A bad parent, an old enemy, a job that ended in disaster. No matter how far your run or how well you hide, it will find you eventually.

NO PRESSURE TAGS: @zeep-wuz-here @mood-romantica @agentturtlecupcake @finleyforevermore @siennafrxst

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HELPPP MINE ??????

n e wayz

no pressure <3

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I'm rockin' w it. This has Zeepie's Clandestine Vibe™ written all over it💃

YUUUURRRR LEMME ROUND UP THE SHAWTIES ✨

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and anyone else who wants to join 👀

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This was a bit too accurate 😭😭

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@v--143 @tcwolfie @helloimlovinlife

@tickle-beans @sinsibbutwannabetoki

@honeylovekira @honeybun-krissy @sugary-sweet-anon @kitty-minnieee @mysticalxmagical

[thatonedemon1711]

@minsungii @witt3brosz @koala-fluff

[koala-fluff]

Thanks for the tag!

@vallee-ace @hotshot624 and whomever else wishes too!

Have a grand day/night and don't forget to eat!

[vallee-ace]

Here it is! i got no idea how to feel about the accuracy of the test...

anyway, @thelavendersquid @carrie-tate and anyone else who wants :)

[dxppercxdxver]

tagged by @zelds-spellman!! shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, tag 10 people (i do not even Know ten people)

'boy division' - my chemical romance (YEAHHHHH)

'AMBULANCE' - my chemical romance (even bigger YEAHHHHHHHH)

'chicken on a raft' - pyrates!

'dinosaur laser fight' - ninja sex party

'literal assassin's creed 4: black flag trailer' - toby turner (i am so sorry.)

'i own a car' - ninja sex party

'priest' - william crighton

'jackrabbit' - san fermin

'the last day of summer' - the lightning thief musical cast

'the gambler' - kenny rogers (from the nts kidnapped soundtrack <3)

oughhhh music <3

tagging: @firstmatedville, @natdrinkstea, @chiropteracupola, @sailorpants, @considerablecolors, @wilhelmina-murray-harker, @haijinks, and @fix-fax-fuckyou :3

[gingerlee-holds]

thank you darling for the tag! and oh alright, i guess ill do this before i forget- i needed a break from work anyways lmao

i dont use spotify, i use youtube music but lemme see if i cant do something similar with my replay playlist

"Sing, Sing, Sing (With a Swing)" by Benny Goodman and His Orchestra

"Minnie The Moocher" by Pisk

"Big and Bad" by Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

"The Cruel Wars" by The Dreadnoughts

"Find an Island" by Benee

"Human Fall Flat OST - 04 Labour" by Tomas Sakalauskas

"Oceanic Reverie" by Lofi Geek

"The Foggy Dew" by The Dreadnoughts

"Tin Man" by America

"Come and Get Your Love" by Redbone

these are all so random- some swing, some shanties, some vibes, this was nice!

alright im gonna tag the last 10 friends in my notifications (I'm sorry if any of you have already done this or otherwise dont wanna do this lol: @k4nd1-k4n3, @spotlees-trash, @smoresbythefyresyde, @cantsaythetword, @imthatgirlll, @vallee-ace, @burningablaze, @teddysterk, @tickle-switchfic, @xavitron883

i hope you all have a splendid rest of your day!!

[vallee-ace]

cool! i use Amazon music, but let's see:

1: "Someone I Used To Know" by Gotye

2: "Thank You For Hating Me" by Citizen Soldier

3: "Body" by Mother Mother

4: "Sugar, We're Going Down" by Fall Out Boy

5: "Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace

6: "DARKSIDE" by NEONI

7: "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day

8: "We Didn't Start the Fire" by Fall Out Boy

9: "Cut the Cord" by Shinedown

10: "Hallelujah (I'm Not Dead)" by Citizen Soldier

I really chose the ten dramatic ones... 😅 I guess it's to be expected since I have 130 something songs.

anyway @koala-fluff @carrie-tate @thelavendersquid and anyone else!

[kanene-yaaay]

Bonds, Friendship and other strange things that are affected by it

Kanene’s notes: It’s been! A long time!! What a hello! :D Uhhhh, tbh, I am not sure when this is going to be posted because I haven’t finished writing the ending yet but at the same time I can’t think of an ending for it so dfgthyujuhygtffg let’s see which part of me will win when this comes out xD

(Edit: So, I came here to post it unfinished but !!! a suden lighting of inspiration striked me so!! dfhyujikjh yay! another fic! lets gooo)

Warnings: None. Around 1000 words of Lee!Percy and Ler!Grover because those two are incredibly fun and cool to be around and think about.

[~*~]

Grover cared about Percy. He really did. Of course. No one would create a bond that can possibily cost your life with someone that you didn’t trust as if the own Destiny had intertwined your existences to follow each other at the hardest times. Especially if that other person was a half-blood that was more into fights, problems and almost-death situations than most teenagers could admit.

So, yes, he loved Percy. He was his friend. His best friend. And maybe a brother, but this title was already well placed in Tyson and he was not about to fight a three foot tall cyclop for it. He had enough fighting and marrying cyclops for his life. Thank you very much.

Anyway. Love and Care. Yeah.

But this was starting to get ridiculous.

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[carrie-tate]

HEY EVERYONE! Look what’s here! This is a great fanfic! Percy Jackson fanfic! From my amazing and gorgeous friend!!!

And gosh, it’s so adorable. Like, I haven’t been back to this fandom for a long time, but it’s so cool to remember the friendship of these two idiots, and lee!Percy!! god I’m melting, I love this so much 💕💕💕💕✨

[vallee-ace]

GROVER!!!! there such a lack of Grover in the community, so YES!!!!! also Annabeth just being like "alright" 🤷 was perfect!

[thatbigbisexual29]

You're Perfect As You (PJO/HOO)

ok ok ok ok ok so its the first time I'm doing this and this is comepletely random but HERE @carrie-tate I MADE A THING FOR NO REASON BUT HAVE THIS *blush blush blush blush* I've super super super super super love your PJO fan art and I really like them (also this couple gets like no attention but idk why they are like my favorite) and I know we've spoken like twice? but I just wanted to make this just cause also its reeeeeeally long sorry ok enjoy *shoves this at you then runs away and hides*

One could describe the perfect morning as what follows: Sunshine softly bleeding through the curtains, the warm light delicately kissing against smooth skin, and the warmth flooding into the bedroom. Sweet chirps of birds called from the outside and a gentle breeze rustled the tree by the window. Sheets and pillows strewn about on the mattress which was soft and inviting. And with a small excited gasp, you realized it was Saturday.

That's how Hazel Levesque would describe a perfect morning. And yet… something was missing. As she yawned and stretched, Hazel realized she was alone. Where was her boyfriend? He wasn’t hard to miss, especially due to his bulky size. (She loved waking up and clinging to his arm, knowing he was always too tired to push her away.) But she couldn’t feel his presence in the bed. Sitting up, she tried to get a look into the kitchen to see if he was making breakfast, but again she found nothing. She knew he didn’t work today, so where was he?

“Frank?” she called out. Before she could rip the sheets away, she heard a small mrrow? Lifting up the covers, she couldn’t help but smile as a small orange cat looked at her with a pleased expression. She giggled and scritched its head. “Frank, is that you?”

The cat meowed again and stretched, acting as if its arms were reaching for her. It stood on its legs and trotted closer, nuzzling into her hand. Hazel giggled again and laid down with the cat immediately worming its way in her arms, purring very loudly. She cuddled the cat close and hummed as she rubbed her face against its fluffy fur, stroking its tummy as well. If it was possible, the cat purred even louder.

“We should do this every morning, hm? Although, I’d prefer you as a fat, happy bulldog. I bet you’d really like belly rubs as a bulldog, wouldn’t you?” Hazel suggested, letting out a huffed chuckle as the cat meowed again. An hour passed and the cat slipped from Hazel’s grip and as it jumped off the bed, its form grew as Frank finally revealed himself.

“Noooo, more cat cuddles!” Hazel whined as she reached for her boyfriend. Frank chuckled, stretching his back then leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Sorry, but this cuddly cat wants pancakes. You’d better get up and help or you won’t get any.” Frank kissed her head again and left her on the bed. She was up in an instant, following him out the door saying, “Like hell I’m not getting pancakes!”

Breakfast was made and eaten with lovely lo-fi beats to accompany them (Frank’s choice). Then, they began to settle down for the day. Hazel sat on the couch with her book as Frank laid his head on her lap while home remodeling shows played on the TV. As Hazel read, she carded her fingers through Frank’s short hair. She enjoyed the soft hums of pleasure that rumbled from his muscular chest.

Losing her train of thought, Hazel began to admire Frank’s form. He was built perfectly. He was muscular but not too bulky which was Hazel’s favorite thing. You could feel the pure muscle from his arm and he didn’t even need to flex. His entire chest was chiseled graciously from his pecs to his abs. His legs were something to marvel as well. It was embarrassing how easy Hazel blushed when Frank flexed his thighs and quads. But she couldn’t help herself. There was so much to love about him. And not just his body, she loved Frank because of how his kindness was unyielding. And the best part was that it was infectious. He was a loveable goofball that managed to get everyone giggling at his jokes or his silly solutions. Hazel was hopelessly in love.

Her arms moved before her mind did, setting her book aside and sliding her hand across Frank’s chest to his stomach. Frank let out a small gasp and smirked, fighting back a snicker. Hazel nearly squealed aloud but held strong, grinning back to him instead. She softly pet his tummy, turning his smirk into a bright smile. He put a hand around her wrist but his grip was so soft she barely felt it.

“Hehey, what are you doing?” he chuckled. He looked to his girlfriend’s eyes, fighting back a nervous giggle when he noticed the now mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Can’t I give my boyfriend a tummy rub? You seemed to like it a whole lot earlier~” teased Hazel, ever so slightly curling her fingers to make her giddy boyfriend jump. Frank did just that, twitching from her fingers while biting his lip.

“Y-You can… but…” Frank whined slightly and covered his furiously blushing face with his hands. Hazel laughed and shifted herself so she had both hands stroking his stomach.

“But what, Frankie? What’s the matter? Is there a problem?” Hazel’s honey smooth voice continued to tease as she now drummed her fingers against Frank’s hardened abs. Frank chuckled ‘miserably’ in his hands, lightly kicking his feet up as a very adorable reaction. The shapeshifter peeked at Hazel from his fingers and whined, “dohohooon’t…”

“Why nooooooot?” Hazel whined back but in a more playful tone. She gave a small pinch to his ab which made him squeak as he reached down to lightly push her hands away, but that proved useless.

“Because! It’ll tickle…” he said quietly, almost as if someone else would find out.

“I mean, that’s kinda why I wanna do it, dum dum,” she admitted. She started poking around Frank’s stomach that made him squeak once again and lean his head back, giggling oh so cutely. He gently thumped his heel against the sofa cushion to try and cope with the electrifying feeling. Hazel giggled and paused for a moment, taking Frank’s chin and gently directing his face towards her.

“I won’t do anything without permission.” That declaration from his girlfriend really sent him over the edge. Frank’s face went fully red as he covered his face again. After a pause he muttered, “m’kay.”

Hazel grinned and wiggled her fingers. Gasping like the first time, Frank started to chuckle sweetly, melting Hazel’s heart instantly. He covered his mouth with a closed fist, wrapping his arm around his chest as he tried his best not to lean off the couch. As Hazel’s fingers drummed and wiggled against his abs the more Frank’s laughter grew.

“Hmhm Hmhmhmhmhm… kkh… hehehehehehehehe! Hehehehehehehe! Hahahahahahahaha!” giggled Frank, now slightly arching his back off the couch.

Frank didn’t get tickled much since of his size and build, he suspected, but he didn’t mind when someone would try. Hazel found out his weakness on the Argo II and he didn’t necessarily say anything about it. No “please don’t tell anyone!” or “if someone asks me if I’m ticklish I know you’ll have told them” or anything like that. He always loved the games his mom would play with him, the stories she’d tell him as she tickled him silly. It made him feel… very warm inside. So having his girlfriend  just up and do this out of nowhere made his heart flutter.

“Such a giggly goose- wait, are geese ticklish? Would you know Frank? I mean, can we test it?” Hazel was now unintentionally teasing the poor shapeshifter who now giggles at a higher pitch as Hazel swirled circles on his belly. He tittered and giggled, lightly kicking the arm of the couch as he fought with his arms to not block Hazel out. She started poking and prodding up his sides which made him squirm back and forth like a salsa dancer.

“Haha, Frankie! You’re so cute when you’re squirmy! What if I get you here?” Hazel pondered as she climbed her hands up to his armpit.

“EEHEE!” Frank shrieked and shot his arms to his sides, trapping his girlfriend’s evil hands where they were, digging into his highest rib.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha Selllll! Thahahahahat’s my tihihihihihihihihihickle spohohohohohohot! Gahahahahahahaaa! I cahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaan’t!” Frank’s laughter rang true through their small apartment. And Hazel positively died of cuteness and cooed right back to him.

“Aww! That’s your tickle spot, huh? Does it tickle in your tickle spot?” She giggled as Frank nodded honestly, whimpering and laughing in the same breaths. Hazel forced her fingers upwards and that had Frank in stitches. He hugged his arms tight over his chest, kicking his feet harder now and shook his head back and forth as happy laughter burst from his throat.

“Nooooooooooooooo! Ah Hahahahaha Hahahahaha Azael! Come ohohohohohohohohoh! Nohohohohoho armpihihihihhihihihits! Eeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee! Oka Hahahahaha Hay okay! Plehehehehehehehease!” Frank begged as he started to lose his mind. Taking pity on her large boyfriend, she stopped her wiggling fingers. This let the shapeshifter take in a huge gulp of hair, panting and giggling as air was restored to his lungs. Hazel was about to leave well enough alone, but there was one problem.

“Uh… Frank?” she asked. Mentioned boy looked up tiredly to find Hazel’s hands were still stuck in his armpits. “I, uh, I kinda need these, babe.”

Frank froze… then shook his head rapidly. Hazel laughed and tried tugging her hands out, but her only result was ticklish glee from her boyfriend. She laughed again and tugged one last time. Half to prove a point, and half to hear that sound again.

“Bahabe! You need to lift your arms!” Hazel demanded, smiling at the silliness of the situation.

“Nohoho! You’re gonna tickle mehehe!” Frank argued, amused with not only the situation but as well as the simultaneous tickles.

“I’m gonna tickle you if you keep my hands here!” Hazel and Frank laughed for a moment before both calming, taking in giggly breaths. “Ok Frankie bear. If you lift up your arms, I promise I won’t tickle you. Swear on my life. Got it babe?”

Frank looked at her, still giggling through intervals of breaths. He sounded like a hysterical out of breath toddler, it was so cute! Hazel couldn’t stand it, her forehead falling on his chest.

“Cohome on, Frank! It’s not that hard!”

“Give me a second! Ghosh, what hurry are you in? I'm the phone losing my mind!” Frank giggled as he fussed over her. She couldn’t give him just one second to man up?? He finally, finally caught his breath enough to focus.

“On the count of three, ok?” He looked at Hazel who nodded. Frank took a deep breath and exhaled. “One… two… three!”

In one swift movement, Frank lifted his arms and Hazel ripped her hands out his armpits as Frank shot his arms back down.

“See? That wasn’t so hard. Big baby,” Hazel teased, kissing his nose. Her hazel hair fell into Frank’s face causing him to smile. He brought his hand behind her neck and gently pulled her in for a kiss. When they parted, Frank started giggling again.

“What is it?” Hazel asked, humored.

“You taste like coffee.” Frank pressed their foreheads together and kissed her again. It was Hazel’s turn to giggle because when they broke away, she responded with, “And you taste like maple syrup.”

The two hummed and giggled, nuzzling their noses together and kissing every so often. And whispering ‘I love you’ to each other like it was their little secret.

Perfect wasn’t just a way to describe a morning. It was to describe their life, their love. It was all… perfect.

[carrie-tate]

Thanks-thanks-thanks so much for tagging me!

And oh my, dear, it's so adorable! If anything, I just woke up recently, and the first thing I saw today was your fic, and... it's SO wonderful, thanks for the good mood for the day, because... Hazel and Frank, the such cuties, just... I don't even have enough words for this, but this is an rly awesome fic! I adore these two so much, there are so few stories with them in the fandom x'>

[vallee-ace]

Frank and Hazel!!!!!!!

[squealing-santa]

Welcome, one and all, to the 8th Annual Tickle Fandom Bloggers Squealing Santa Extravaganza!

This year’s humble host for 2023 on her second year is @hypahticklish - I'm ecstatic to continue stoking the fires of our wonderful tradition! We were so lucky last year to have not only our community artists join the fun, but to break our previous record of participants. I cannot wait to see all the magic our corner of tumblr is able to create 🥰 But enough of my shmoozing - let’s get on to the main event! 

Here are the general rules of engagement:

In order to get a peice of tickle fiction or art, you must be willing to create a new peice of tickle fiction or art for someone else.

Your work must be based on the fandoms and prompts provided by your giftee during registration. Examples of what those loose prompts may look like can be found here.

All creations must be posted during the month of December.

All creations must have a title and @ both their giftee and the event blog when posting.

All participants will have their DMs and Asks available for communication with the event Host.

For Our Writers

Fics must be at least 500 words, but there is no limit if you’d like to write more!

All authors must also include the total word count of their piece and a short summary.

Fics must be legibly formatted, i.e. not a block of text for the entire piece.

For Our Artists

Traditional art must be completed on an unlined surface with minimal remaining sketch lines. Color or grayscale is optional. Scanning is preferable when uploading your piece but at the very least needs to be clear and well-lit photo.

Digital art must minimally be in contrasted color or grayscale, and have finished line work. 

Comics must have a minimum of two medium-large panels OR two small panels and one medium-large panel, with minimal remaining sketch lines. Color or grayscale is optional.

All artists must include their own accessibility image IDs.

There is no limit if you'd like to create more or explore stylization!

Once sign-ups end, we’ll send out assignments and you’ll have until December 31st to finish your piece and send it to the person you’re creating for. In turn, your writer or artist will post a piece for you also by the end of December! No one will know who is working on whose prompts until the works are published, because surprises are fun!

Use this link right here to complete your registration to this year’s exchange!

Please note that the registration is conducted via Google Forms. While we have turned all email requirements off, there’s still a chance it will autofill that information if you’re logged in. We’d definitely recommend filling out the survey using incognito mode just in case for that reason. Should any emails be submitted accidentally, they will not be utilized or released.

IF YOU ARE ANON: you still must include a tumblr url that we can contact you at. We promise we won’t give it out to anyone; we just will need a way to contact you over the course of the exchange!

We will send you a confirmation DM once your registration has been submitted, so if you don’t receive that, contact us! We want to make sure no one gets left out due to the survey eating submissions or something similarly dumb.

Registration closes at midnight PST on November 5th, so be sure to share with your knismobuddies!

The Fandom Registration will be sent out November 6th to be completed by midnight PST on November 12th. 

Assignments will go out by approximately November 16th!

We hope you can join the event this year and have a blast! Until then, we’ll be waiting for you all to sign up!

[vallee-ace]

going to do it again and actually make the deadline hopefully 🙃

[looking-for-laughs-deactivated2]

Time to wake up

Hunter X Hunter

(Gon ler, Killua lee)

summary: Gon has brought Killua to meet Mito for the first time. It’s the morning after the first night and Killua doesn’t want to get up. Gon decides to motivate his friend and they both discover something surprising.

Words: 1.5k

Killua was woken by the soft creak of a wooden tile giving way beneath someone’s weight. Mere moments later, a hand shook his shoulder.

“Killua?” Gon chimed. “Time to wake up. Mito-San said breakfast is ready in fifteen minutes. We better be downstairs by then.”

Killua cracked his eyes open a bit, catching Gon’s ever-cheerful expression. It was too early for this.

“Mmmrmpff.”

Gon chuckled. “Was that a yes?”

“Mhmm,” Killua hummed and stretched, not intending to leave the comfort of Gon’s bed just yet.

He listened to Gon’s retreating footsteps and yawned, then opened his eyes. Sunlight was flooding the room through the window, illuminating the futon and abandoned covers that lay spread out in the middle of the room. Killua couldn’t help but grin. That’s right, he had rolled out the futon last night, fully intending to sleep on it. But then he’d decided to test out the softness of the far more inviting-looking bed and had fallen asleep there. Oops.

He finished stretching and rolled onto his back, realizing that this position was – much to his dismay – even more comfortable than the previous one. He was wide awake, but there was just no way he was getting up yet. As Gon’s footsteps approached the room, Killua decided to test his friend’s patience a little. Maybe he would leave him alone if he pretended to be tired enough. The door opened and he quickly closed his eyes, trying not to laugh at the momentary silence that followed. He could vividly picture Gon standing in the door and staring at him in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Gon muttered. “Oi! Killua!” he called, walking over to the bed. “I told you you needed to get up!”

Killua kept his eyes closed even as Gon shook him anew. There was a sigh and then suddenly the covers were pulled off of him.

“Nnghh,” Killua whined, doing his very best to feign discomfort. “G-Gon?” he slurred in the sleepiest voice he could muster.

“Well, duh,” Gon replied. “Time to get up.”

Instead of replying, Killua pretended to not have heard.

“Killua? Killuuaaaa?” Gon sighed again. “Really?”

Killua remained silent, curious to see what his friend would do now. Suddenly the mattress gave way on his right side as Gon climbed onto the bed. A huff escaped Killua’s throat when Gon slumped down on his hips with a little more force than would’ve been necessary.

Killua cracked one eye open and slightly lifted his head so he could meet his friend’s gaze. “Hm?” he asked, as if Gon’s behaviour required further explanation.

“Good, you’re awake then.” Gon said.

Killua feigned another yawn. “…Am I, though?”

Gon nodded. “If you can talk, you can get up. Mito-San is waiting,” he said, crossing his arms.

“But I don’t wanna,” Killua whined. “I am tired, and this bed is so comfty an- aheheh”

A completely unexpected chuckle escaped Killua’s throat in response to an unfamiliar tingly sensation that spread somewhere across his belly. Completely forgetting he was pretending to be tired, his eyes snapped open and he propped himself up on his elbows to stare at the fingers that were hovering just above his stomach. Gon was staring at him with an expression that matched the surprise Killua himself was feeling. Slowly, Gon’s face stretched into a smile Killua had never seen on his friend before.

“Look who’s awake all of a sudden,” Gon cooed.

“What was that?” Killua asked, frowning as Gon’s fingers began wriggling.

“Let’s see how fast you can leave this comfty bed now,” Gon grinned. “If you can.”

“What-” Killua began, but then Gon’s wriggling fingers descended upon his belly and the tingly sensation returned. Before he knew what was happening to him, Killua slumped back against the bed, laughing. He tried lifting himself up on his arms again only to find he had no control over his movements.

“Wh-ahah-y am I-I la-ha-ha-ughiiiing?” he managed to huff out.

The tingling stopped and Gon’s confused face appeared in his field of vision. “Wait, what did you just say?”

“What is this?” Killua asked, the smile he was still unable to shake audible in his voice. “Why am I laughing? What are you doing?”

Gon’s smile returned. “You mean this?” he asked and poked Killua’s belly.

“Ye-he-hes” Killua giggled.

Gon laughed. “I am tickling you, silly.”

Killua felt his face go blank. “Tickling?”

Gon cocked his head. “Wait, have you actually never been tickled before?”

“Uh, no,” Killua mumbled. “What is it? How does this even work?”

“I don’t know,” Gon laughed. “All I know is that most people have sensitive nerves at certain spots or something and when you touch them it tickles and you have to laugh.”

Killua tried to process this information as well as the fact that he had never heard of this before. He shook his head. “And why does it make people so helpless?”

A spark entered Gon’s eyes as he grinned. “It doesn’t,” he chirped.

“Yes, it do-“ Killua began, but Gon interrupted him.

“It just means that you are really, really ticklish.”

Before Killua could respond, Gon had already leaned back again and happily resumed wriggling his fingers against – no tickling – his belly. Killua dissolved into another fit of giggles.

Even though the sensation wasn’t entirely unpleasant, Killua decided he didn’t want to be completely at his friend’s mercy. So, he reached out towards Gon’s hands to push them away from him – or at least that’s what he tried. All he could manage was to grab his wrists, but from there his arms didn’t obey his command anymore.

Killua’s laughter intensified when Gon easily shook his wrists out of his hold and moved on to his ribs. For a reason Killua couldn’t quite fathom, the tingly sensation felt a whole lot stronger there.

“Oh, yeah,” Gon said, slightly raising his voice to be heard over his friend’s laughter. “Some spots are worse than others.”

“O-oh-ho-ho re-he-hehe-ally?” Killua laughed. “I-I-I could n-ah-hahahat te-hell.”

Gon laughed. “Although, if you can still talk it can’t be that bad. Time for a new spot.”

“No-ho-ho,” Killua huffed, even though he wasn’t entirely sure why he did. It felt like an appropriate reaction to fight back somehow. To keep his dignity maybe.

The last bit of his dignity dissolved however, when Gon’s fingers spidered across his waist and when Killua’s laugh went up an octave and turned into something more resembling a squeal than a laugh.

“Oooh, I think I found a good spot,” Gon teased.

“AHAHAHAH- NOOOO!! GO-HO-HON!!!” Killua half screeched, half laughed.

In the back of his mind, Killua became aware of his fists that were uselessly clenched against his own chest and of his legs that were kicking around as much as the range of motion – limited through Gon’s weight on his hips – allowed.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, Gon moved his hands underneath the fabric of Killua’s thin tank top, squeezing the bare skin of his sides. Killua howled with laughter.

“STA-HA-HA-HAP!!” he pleaded “I-HA-HA-I CA-AA-AN’T!!!”

As the undignified noises leaving Killua’s mouth started to became interrupted by occasional fits of silent laughter, Gon finally stopped.

Killua just lay there, trying to calm his racing heart and his breathing which was still interrupted by a random giggle every now and then. His face felt hot as he rubbed his hands against his sides, desperately trying to get rid of the lingering tingly sensations there.

As Gon leaned forward to grin down at him again, embarrassment flooded through him and would’ve coloured his cheeks, were they not already red from exhaustion. He considered himself to be way stronger than Gon, but this had just proven that his friend now knew of a way to render him helpless in seconds. Seconds! And yet… Killua couldn’t deny that there were worse situations to be helpless in. Not that he’d every admit this to his friend.

Gon laughed, probably at the expression Killua had made while thinking all this. “You ready to get up now?”

Killua looked away. “Sure. Whatever.”

“Maybe this’ll teach you not to try to fool me anymore,” Gon went on, the smile audible in his voice.

“Huh? I wasn’t-“ Killua began.

“Oh really? You weren’t pretending to be tired then?” Gon asked. “You sure?”

Killua scowled. “When did you realize?”

“From the moment I walked into the room and you were still lying here,” Gon replied happily. “You never take long to wake up. It was already weird that you slept longer than I did.”

Killua blushed, embarrassed because his plan had failed so miserably and because Gon knew him better than he’d expected him to.

“Whatever,” Killua mumbled. “You can get off me now.”

Gon nodded. “Last one down has to take the futon tonight,” he exclaimed, already jumping off the bed and sprinting across the room.

“Eh? Wait! Get back here, you cheater!” Killua called, bolting after his friend and the sound of the giggle echoing through the hallway.

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Thanks for reading! :) This is my first tickle fic, so please let me know if you like it. Might write more if I get some good ideas or some positive feedback.

[vallee-ace]

I love this!!!! HxH has always been a personal favorite of mine, so seeing the childrens happy is awesome!!!

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Tickletober day 5 - “I’m Not Ticklish”

Prompts by @tickletober

I’m not late you are 😶😳🫥 I’m a bit behind but promise to catch up over the weekend 🫡🙏

Another one of the ✨bat boys✨! (Read the WEBTOON 🤜🔪)

As always happy tktober everyone! Drink some tea ☕️ 💜

[vallee-ace]

just gonna keep this here........

[vallee-ace]

Tickletober Day 2: Accidental

Fandom: Lost in Space (2018)

Lee!Will, Ler!Penny and Robot(?)

Summary: While preparing for the first Halloween party at Alpha Centaury, Penny is reminded of Will's biggest weakness.

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Will was holding onto a small ledge in the wall, hanging by one hand, the other holding a homemade, sparkly, orange and purple streamer, refusing Robot's help while Penny smiled evilly from below. How did he get into this situation?

It all started with Penny banging on his ship's door.

"Will get up! We have no time for sleeping if we want to get this done!"

Will groaned as he sat up, Robot standing above him as usual.

"Are you regretting our decision to help her, too?" He asked his friend.

Robot tilted his head. "Help Penny Robinson. Promise." He stated, pointing at Will.

"Yeah, I know." Will smiled as he grabbed clothing to get ready.

Will and Robot had returned to Alpha Centaury for Penny's birthday. They brought a cool glowing rock that they discovered on a distant planet (it was safe in every way other than it being a rock). The small party of just family members had gone great. As they were laying around, Penny had jumped up saying that she wanted to throw a Halloween. She made everyone promise to help, even though no one was against the idea.

"C'mon Will! Robot got out here faster than you, slow poke!" Penny's shouting snapped Will out of his reminiscing with only one boot on. He did notice that robot was not present in the ship anymore.

"I'm here." He yawned as the door opened, letting the light of the early morning suns to wash over him, along with the impatient glare from Penny, who was tapping her foot in disappointment.

"Dude!" She grabbed his hand and started dragging him away from his house. "You wasted ten whole minutes lollygagging! We only have so long before people notice!" She shoved a box of colorful stuff in his arms. "Take these and follow me!" She then picked up her own box and briskly walked down the road.

Will rolled his eyes and followed along. "She probably took way longer to get out of her bed." He muttered, glancing to Robot.

Robot gave him the equivalent of a "shush" face as he dragged a cart full of barrels, pumpkins, and paint. He then did the equivalent of a friendly shoulder bump, which, of course, sent will stumbling away from the force. Let her be.

"Ok, ok. I'll stop complaining about the really early morning on my week off." Will chuckled, bumping him back. "Now lets catch up!"

The decorations and preparations had gone good thus far, with tables properly decorated, barrels for apple bobbing set up (why did penny need those??), the carving corner had the paper mat and trashcan along with the carving tools.

When Will had asked as they hung bats and ghosts on the ceiling with a tall ladder, why the others weren't here. Apparently, John had helped make the decorations the other night, Grant had helped her get permission to use the large meeting room and had haggled with the pumpkin farmers for cheeper prices. Maureen was currently distracting anyone awake at this ungodly hour while Judy made the baked treats. Don was making the candy with some chocolate (where did it come from? best not to ask). Debbie was doing chicken stuff.

Currently, Will was putting up the last of the decorations.

"Just don't look down!" Penny called from below. Will rolled his eyes as he balanced precariously on a ledge.

He taped the long streamer to the ceiling and shimmied a few feet further to tape it again. This was a quicker process than climbing down the ladder, moving it, then climbing up again for each taping of the streamer. Was it safe? No. Did the adventuress teens care? No. However, Robot did, which was why he was repeating "No, Will Robinson. Down." as he followed with his arms up to catch him if he fell. Penny was just following along, calling out "useful" advice.

"How would I look down?" Will called down, "my chin is plastered to the wall."

"I dunno, just don't!"

"No, Will Robinson. Down."

"I know bud," Will replied, "I just need to tape the end to this corner, than I will come down."

"I shall retrieve the ladder!" Penny anounced, walking to the corner Will was heading to and picking up the ladder. Or attempted to. She somehow knocked it over instead.

The loud CLANG startled Will, causing him to slip and fall.

Cold, Metal hands caught him around the waist, squeezing tight.

Will threw his hands over his mouth, hoping to hide his reaction, but was too late.

The high pitched yelp that echoed around the room caused Penny's rushing apologies to stop.

Will felt his face heat up as he looked down at Robot, who had loosened his hold. His head was tilted in question. Did I hurt you?

"Don't worry, big guy." Penny sauntered over, a grin taking over her face. "He's ok. Just a little ticklish, right Will?"

Will felt his blush move to his ears as he nodded. He could take the embarrassment if it let his friend know he didn't cause any harm.

There was a pause filled by Penny's snickering at his misfortune, until...

"Tih KL Sh?" Robot looked to Penny, confused.

"You don't know what 'ticklish' is?" She asked. When Robot shook his head, she attempted to explain the odd quirk the human nerves contain.

Will took this time to wriggle out of his friends grip, which had loosened after his intense reaction earlier. He managed to squirm out and onto Robot's still outstretched arms, using them like a stool to hop and grab at the ledge. He knew that at any moment, Penny was going to-

"You know what?" Penny's voice was taking a teasy tone. "It would be easier to show you. Right Will?" Her and Robot turned their heads to face him just as he lept off Robot and managed to grasp the ledge firmly with one hand. The other accidentally grabbed the still hanging streamer instead.

"No Will Robinson!" Robot tried to grab his foot, but he swung it out of reach.

"No Robot!" He copied as he did a sad half pull-up. "I am staying up here! Away from the demon you have awakened!"

"Oh, C'mon Will!" Penny called up, grinning impishly, "You're the one who keeps saying we should teach him human things!"

"Down. Will Robinson!"

"Well, not this!" Another failed attempt to get up.

"It's not like you'll mind! You always used to ask me to ti-"

"Shuhush!" Will accidentally let a few flustered giggles escape. This whole situation was honestly just silly.

"Help Will Robinson. Penny Robinson!" Penny looked to Robot, who was holding his arms out.

"Oh!" Her grin widened. "Let's do this!"

Will was attempting his newest pull-up when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. His flustered giggles turned into anticipatory ones when he saw Robot lifting Penny up like Simba, right towards him.

"Noho!" He started thrying to get purchase with his feet, but it was all for not. "Nohoho, Peehehehnnyhuhheee! DohohoHOHNHHPFFT-AAHAHA!"

He couldn't hold back the high-pitched cackles when Penny wrapped her arms around his waist and dug into his ribs.

The rough tickling without any build-up immediately made his arms shoot down and claw at the offending arms.

Robot was happy to be able to gently put the siblings down as his friend laughed and laughed in his sister's arms. Humans are silly. He watched as Will slid out of the girls grip and flopped onto the floor, his face bright red and giggling hysterically.

"Puhuhu-Pehehennyhyhee wahahaihihiHIHIHETAAHahAHAhahaA!!!"His cackling returned when Penny pounced onto him and clawed at his stomach.

"No waiting! We must educate you bulky friend how 'tickle' works!" Penny anounced. "Plus, it has been way too long since I did this!" Her hands shot up to his armpits, causing a loud shriek to escape his lungs."

Robot watched, fascinated, as his friend threw his head back, smiling wider than he had ever seen. Will's face and neck were bright red and his eyes were squeezed shut. He was kicking and bucking beneath his sister, but, Robot smiled (or did the sparkle-face equivalent), when he noticed that Will was definitely not fighting back with all his strength. It seemed Penny wasn't the only one missing their odd bonding thing.

"Now," Penny looked up at Robot, "If you wanted to so this, you would have to be veeeeryy gentle." Robot nodded. "Don't want to risk hurting someone with your tough and pointy hands." She smiled back down at her brother, who's laughter had now gone silent. "But looks like you won't het to tickle Will today." She stopped and scooted of the giggly armadillo that was her brother.

"Yohohohuhuhu suhuck!" He anounced once his giggle high left.

"Yeah, yeah," Penny stood up. "But you love me anyway." She held out her hand to help him get to his feet.

"Healthy Will Robinson?" Robot made sure.

"Yup." Will gave him two wobbly thumb ups.

"Great!" Penny clapped once. "Now let's finish getting this party ready!"

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authors note: it is here!! tumblr deleted half of this, so i had to re-type it. i hope it is still ok and that i have given other lost in space fans in the tk community good soup :)