#ler!charles

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Fic Length: Tangerine

Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives

Ler: Charles

Lee: Edwin

August’s Daily Tickletober Day 1 (2 days late): ANTICIPATION

~ ONE OF THESE DECADES ~

“Come on mate, you need to learn how to defend yourself.”

“Charles, give it a rest. I don’t throw punches, and you don’t know how to properly teach a man to box anyhow.”

“Ay - I’m getting better at it. I told you, one of these decades -“

“You’d get me to defend myself, yes yes, you said.”

Charles lifted his palm, raising his eyebrows in invitation.

“You look stupid.”

“Says the man wearing boxing gloves from 1899.”

Edwin pouted, holding his gloved hands close to his chest. “…They’re gentlemanly. But at least you got the time period right - mostly.”

Edwin flinches as Charles goes in for a fake punch, dancing around him again.

“Would you stand still? You’re making me dizzy.”

“And you’re making me bored, so let’s up the ante, shall we?”

Charles reaches out, tazing Edwin side. The lanky boy recoils, bending at an odd angle to get away from the sensation. “Charles!”

“Ed.” Charles says cheekily, jutting his lip out teasingly.

“You’re being ridicuhuhlous.” Edwin’s statement is broken by giggles, as Charles darts in, skittering his fingers across Edwin’s stomach. “Stop.”

Charles grinned, dancing around like a goddamn twinkle toes once more. Edwin fought a smile. “Make me. Defend yourself from the tickle monster.”

“Dohoho not call yourself that.” Edwin admonished, grinning in earnest, the gloves coming up to hide it.

Charles furrowed his brows. “Tsk. So serious.” He drove a flurry of pokes into Edwins side. The gloves came back down to protect himself.

“Chahaharles!”

“Ehehed!” Charles mocks, darting around him, those devilish hands squeezing at his hips for a moment and then they were gone again.

It was driving Edwin insane. His face was hot, but his chest was light and fluttery, almost giddy.

Charles barely needed to touch him, Edwin was giggling so much on his own, and his laughter jumped as Charles made a move to attack again. He tested it a few more times - each time he would move in quickly and fake out Edwin, Edwin would twitch violently and giggle. Charles was having the time of his life!

“Ehehehnough already! If you’re going to do it, just dohohoho it!”

“Fight back!” Charles pinched at his shoulder blades, and Edwin positively squawked, whipping around red faced, and shoving Charles back a step.

“Better!” Charles laughed, keeping on his feet. “Honestly, if I had known a little tickling,” He said moving again to scratch at Charles’ stomach. “-Would get you to finally defend yourself, I would’ve started this shit earlier!”

Edwin folded, his back hitting the shelves, as he sunk to the floor. “Chahahahrles!”

Charles just grinned, attacking him in earnest now, training forgotten.

“Shihihihihit! Nohohohoh!”

“It’s refreshing to see you smile and loosen up like this you know, you’re always so tense!”

“We dohohon’t have the luxury of - gAH - of relahahahaxing! Merherherhecy! Please Charles!”

Charles slowed his hands, rubbing over Edwin’s side to chase away the last of the maddening sensations as the older caught his breath.

Edwin shook his head in mirth. “You absolute, buffoon…”

“Ah you love me, really - ” Charles said, finishing his ministrations before patting Edwin’s arm and standing.

And as Edwin took the hand that was offered and was pulled up to Charles’ shining face, adorable dimples and sparkling eyes, he found himself thinking that yeah, he really did.

FIN

[randommusicalfluff]

Leans really cool on an expensive car. Hey do you have any Charles lee and/or ler headcanons. I keep thinking about your art of him… he is so cute

Idk if I have any headcanons but I feel like as a lee he definitely curls in on himself to escape the onslaught… and gets super embarrassed about it afterwards. (Sorry if my use of terminology is clunky I don’t rlly go here usually GAKAHKASH)

OHHH YEAH YEAH OF COURSE DUDE!!

100000% agree about him trying to curl up to escape!! Of course it doesn’t work but yknow it’s the thought that counts

He also seems like the type to hide his face if he can, trying to muffle his laughter and hide how red his face is getting!

Chronic giggler, like the second someone even HINTS at tickling him he crumbles and starts to giggle

Lets be so for real right now, Whit LOOVEESSS THIS since he’s a huge tease in canon anyway

Verbal teases are the literal death of Charles, he can’t stand them they make the tingly feeling like 100% worse for him to the point he’ll try and cover his ears to block out the teasing

If whoever’s tickling Charles DOES get his hands away from his face, I feel like his laugh is pretty airy and tittery, he doesn’t snort often but when he does OHHH my god is beautiful and he hates it

I also think he has ticklish palms!! But that’s just my instinct whenever I see a character with gloves 😭

I’d like to think his sides are pretty bad, which is like the worst ever because one squeeze and my dude is DONE

All this doesn’t mean he’s not a great ler though

He doesn’t often go after people on his own, he’s usually provoked into it

Like Whit, being the little shit he is, will lay across his lap all dramatic like with a hand on his forehead like a damsel in destress

Charles just rolls his eyes fondly and digs into his tummy, knowing what Whit’s intentions were the second the blonde strode up to him

Pretty gentle when it comes to tickling others, not really wanting to push anyone’s limits unless they were being very very annoying. Then he’d have to “teach them a lesson” in which he’s a little bit more ruthless

Not much of a verbal teaser, but will point out anything objectively embarrassing the other person is doing in a matter of fact kind of way

“Did you just snort? Hm, interesting.” “Your laughter is getting high pitched, does it really tickle that bad?” Stuff like that!

He’ll often try to avoid tickle fights in they’re happening, since he finds it all quite embarrassing

But because of that the others usually try and pull him in, to shake the nerves yknow!!

I had way more Charles HC’s than I thought I did oh my goodness 😭😭 I love him sm!! I hope you like these! (And don’t even worry about it, you did use the terms right!! >:])

[starleska]

so those of us who've been writing for and discussing the Toymaker have found it a little tricky at times to discern the Toymaker's characteristics, given how often he changes up his accent, appearance, and temperament!! so, we developed a very silly solution 🙈💖 what's more fun that arbitrary categorisation? these are the different 'facets' of the Toymaker we've noticed - or rather, the characters he plays - and the shorthand names we use for him!! each name corresponds to a particular presentation of the Toymaker, largely tied to changes in voice, appearance and personality. there are moments where these distinct characters bleed into one another! we have:

1920s German Toymaker: the playful, teasing, pseudo-German speaking Toymaker who sells Charles Bannerjee Stooky Bill, and who menacingly juggles at the Doctor and Donna. this is the Toymaker at his personal best: fully invested in his character and thriving in a toy-themed performance. 🧸

French Cabaret Toymaker: the charming, lipsticked, French-accented dancer who accosts the Doctor on the street and sways amid the mayhem of The Giggle. this is a Toymaker who revels in chaos and destruction, and who is equal parts stunning and disquieting 🕺

Marionettist Toymaker: the frightening and severe puppeteer who grows to an impossible size, pulls marionette-Charles' strings and speaks in rhyme. this Toymaker feels the most similar to the original Celestial Toymaker played by Michael Gough! although superficially similar to other Toymakers, his hair is noticeably different and his demeanour is far more sinister 🧵

Showman Toymaker: the volatile ringmaster whose emotions shift on a dime, and who seems equally torn between performance, play, and injustice. this Toymaker is marked in contrast to Marionettist and 1920s German due to the occasional appearance of his American accent, and the apparent sincerity with which he delivers his show for Donna. 🎪

British Card Dealer Toymaker: the cool, calculating cardician whose respect for the game overshadows any desire for drama. much like with Showman, little glimpses of the Toymaker's other characters peek out here, but this Toymaker has a marked seriousness about him that's only knocked by his excitement upon gaining an advantage or winning. 👑

Band Leader Toymaker: the impossible menace with a distinctly feral energy. this Toymaker is a sadist: causing wanton pain, destruction and murder and loving every moment of it. Spice Up Your Life indeed 🌹

WWI Pilot Toymaker: the furious child who refuses to lose. this Toymaker is one who has grown frustrated with those around him who won't play his games, and these frustrations make him unable to maintain his previous playful persona: instead, we see lashings of anger coupled with violence, and the notable sadism of Band Leader 👨‍✈️

(Bonus) Flat Toymaker: the loser, and the lost little boy. i will admit, this was originally because i wanted an even set 😂💖 however, there's an intriguing moment of vulnerability from the Toymaker here, when he begs the Doctor for mercy. for a moment, we get a look into that 'vastness that will never cease' beneath all of the Toymaker's pomp and frills, and we see how truly frightened he is 🎁

[knizmokat]

Smile For Me

first tickle fic on the new blog and it's a goddamn First Class domestic fluff piece that is completely self-indulgent

tags: @dannystheone

fandom: x-men (foxverse)

characters: lee!charles, ler!erik (first class era)

a/n: call your dentist, because this fic is gonna make your teeth rot

"Charles, won't you take a break? You've been at this for hours," Erik said, watching his boyfriend scribble away in the hefty notebook that was cradled in his arm. He stood by the wardrobe, pulling a plain, navy t-shirt over his head that hung somewhat loosely from his broad shoulders.

It was late in the night; roughly half-past ten and after a long day spent training, Charles and Erik had retired to the formers bedroom. The curtains were shut and all that lit the room were the small yet elegant lamps on either side of the king-size bed. Charles' shirt and pants had been tossed over an armchair in the corner, leaving him in a white tee that wasn't quite his size and flannel pants that Erik were sure belonged to him.

Charles turned to the next page, not tearing his eyes away from the paper. "Just a couple more minutes, darling." The words left his mouth without him even thinking about it. He continued writing, forehead crinkling as he knit his eyebrows together.

Erik faltered and his heart suddenly fluttered in his chest. He ignored the slight warmth that spread across his face. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside Charles. "You'll work yourself to the bone at this rate," Erik said. leaning over his boyfriends legs, hands on either side of his body, causing the mattress to dip slightly.

"I'm planning to open a school, Erik." Charles turned the page, scribbling something down in the already bursting margins. "That takes work, and planning."

"Well, I think you've done more than enough planning for today," Erik said. He reached out, gently pulling the large notebook from his boyfriends hands.

There was little resistance.

"What do you suggest I do instead, then?" Charles asked. He did nothing to stop Erik, just folded his arms over his chest and watched.

Erik pursed his lips together and kissed his teeth, then shrugged.

"Relax, maybe smile a little."

Charles raised his eyebrow, scoffing quietly. "Smile?" he echoed, narrowing his eyes slightly. The corners of his lips curled up as he watched Erik put his notebook on the bedside table, and then lean back over him. "And how am I supposed to do that?"

Erik moved in, closer, so their faces were only inches apart. His hands started to slide up Charles' thighs, and they didn't stop until they found his sides. "I can think of something.." His eyes took their time finding his boyfriends face.

Charles felt his heart skip a beat and he swallowed silently, trying to pretend like his face wasn't turning bright red. The way Erik's voice dropped so low sent shivers up his spine that he wouldn't mind feeling again.

But then, he felt the subtle, all too familiar twitch of ten fingers against his sides and reality came crashing down on him like a ton of bricks.

Erik noticed this, of course. The gradual widening of his boyfriends eyes gave everything away. He chuckled softly, leaning over Charles outstretched legs and putting his weight on them. "You figured me out then, did you?"

Charles looked warily at his boyfriend, lips twitching as he tried to fight off the nervous smile already trying to plaster itself onto his face. His hands came down, fingers wrapping gently around Erik's wrists.

"Erik, don't-"

"Give me one good reason~" Erik whispered, smiling to himself as he watched that nervous, wobbly smile finally force its way onto Charles face.

And just when it felt like he couldn't get any more bloody handsome.

"I- behecause it's completely childish." Charles regretted those words the minute they left his mouth, but he couldn't take them back, and he was forced to watch in real time as that loving gaze on Erik's face turned into pure mischief.

"Childish?" Now it was Erik's turn to be the parrot. He curled his fingers into Charles' sides, giving them a quick squeeze and absolutely relishing in the way his body jolted.

"N-Now, Erik, hah-HANG on!" Charles gasped, fingers tightening their grip. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face now even if he tried.

Erik chuckled softly, fingers uncurling as he rested his hands on Charles' waist. "Why should I?" he asked, looking into the blue eyes that had captivated him since they first met.

Charles floundered. He was trying to think of a way to convince his boyfriend not to completely ruin him, but he came up empty. His eyes flicked down to Erik's lips.

..That could work.

"Because then I can't do this," he whispered, then leaned in and pressed their lips together.

Erik was caught off guard--but quick to melt into the kiss. He closed his eyes and relaxed his hands. One of them slowly moved behind Charles and came to rest on his lower back.

Meanwhile, Charles found himself loosening his grip on Erik's wrists. One of his hands slid up the mans arm until it found his bicep. Another smile tugged at Charles' lips--though it wasn't remotely as innocent as before.

They stayed like that for more than a few seconds, until Erik eventually broke away to take a breath. He pressed their foreheads together, letting his hand slide back to its original position.

Charles breathed a loving sigh. His arms were covered in goosebumps of the best kind. He felt Erik's hand move back to his waist, but thought nothing of it. Surely, he was in the clear.

For a moment, there was silence, and then..

"Did you really think that would save you?"

Fuck.

Charles' eyes widened again, but before he could do anything, he felt fingers curling into his sides, kneading and squeezing the flesh. He pulled away from his boyfriend with a squawk, and failed to stop the flurry of boyish giggles that burst out of him. "Erihik! Yohou bahastahard!"

Erik just smirked, pinching his fingers indiscriminately up and down Charles' sides. "Honestly, Charles you should've seen that coming. You're a bloody mind-reader."

"You knohow I dohohon't use ihit unlehess I hahAHAVE tohoho!"

"One of the more irritating things I love about you," Erik sighed, shaking his head from side to side. He couldn't put into words how gorgeous Charles looked at that moment—with his scrunched up nose, face more red than the finest of roses and a smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle.

Charles made countless, useless attempts to grab Erik's hands and pry his fingers away. He even made a desperate swipe at Erik's torso in hopes of somehow turning the tables.

He was unsuccessful, clearly.

"You're shouting my name an awful lot, Charlie, is something the matter?~" Erik feigned concern, knitting his eyebrows together as he vibrated his thumbs into the meat between Charles' poor ribs.

Then, Charles cackled, arching his back as he felt thumbs dig into the bottom of his ribs. This was promptly followed by a squeal as eight fingers wiggled into his lower back—just behind his sides. He tried to escape them, but no matter where he went- up or down- Erik's fingers were there to meet him.

It was quite unfair.

"ERIHIHIK!"

Charles snorted, squeezing his eyes shut. He felt his face heat up at that bloody nickname. His fingers dug weakly into Erik's bicep as he twisted and turned, like he was trying to shake free of the tickling fingers.

Erik chuckled and, with one swift motion, climbed onto the bed and knelt over his boyfriend. His fingers came to a halt, but his hands never left Charles' body—not even for a moment. He could feel the younger man trembling as quiet titters and giggles sputtered their way out; chest heaving softly as he panted for breath.

But they followed him wherever he went, practically glued to his body. Part of him was loving it, the other part considered tossing his boyfriend across the room.

"Yohou knohohow eHEXAHACTLY whahat the blohoody mahatteher ihihis!"

"Are you quite alright?" Erik hummed softly, twitching his fingers just so he could feel Charles jolt beneath him.

It was beyond intoxicating.

Charles opened his eyes hesitantly, looking up at Erik with a wobbly grin that made his boyfriends heart beat faster. "Erik, plehease, I implore you-"

"To what? Have mercy?" Erik interrupted, raising his eyebrow. "Charles, how could I possibly when you look like that? Besides, you'll just pick up that notebook again and go right back to work," he said, twitching his fingers again and soaking in the sound of his lovers gasp.

"Anyway, I still have one more thing to do.."

"Ahah, d-do I even wahant to know what that IHIHIS—ERIK." Charles let out a shriek, eyes widening and hips bucking quite violently as he felt thumbs swirling into his divots.

Erik was quick to trap Charles beneath him, straddling his thighs and pressing his knees against them. He looked down at Charles and, God, the way he laughed.. It felt like falling in love all over again.

Erik still remembered the day he first laid eyes on Charles Xavier. They were in the Paraná river, and the water was freezing. Erik had been sure he was going to drown, but then something pulled him up. When he surfaced, he locked eyes with Charles and it was like everything else just melted away.

In all his reminiscing, Erik almost forgot he was bringing his boyfriend to tears. He shook himself out of his thoughts and looked down, a loving but cruel smile gracing his features. He couldn't resist. Erik dug his thumbs in that little bit more and picked up the pace, just to hear Charles shriek again.

He could do this for hours if only the genius professor could survive it, but Charles was so ticklish that he'd probably start getting dizzy soon.

"How is it that you're one of the most powerful mutants on the planet, and yet I can take you down just by wiggling my fingers?" Erik tilted his head, staring down at his love. He wanted to memorize every minute detail of him; from the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled to the subtle dimple in his left cheek that you could easily miss if you weren't paying attention.

Charles, of course, was incapable of answering. He was too busy losing his mind, head thrown back into the pillow with his eyes shut tight, fingers still wrapped around Erik's wrists. He fell silent for a moment before suddenly erupting into a new bout of frantic laughter that had Erik thinking about engagement rings.

Eventually, Erik had to take pity—mostly because he was actually starting to feel himself get pushed back by something unseen as Charles smacked his arm with a weak hand. He chuckled softly and pulled back, letting his hands rest on his boyfriends waist.

Charles took a deep, giggly breath of air and his arms came forward to cover his face, crossing over each other as he trembled and panted.

Erik couldn't look away.

No matter how hard he tried, which frankly wasn't that hard at all, Erik Lensherr could not tear his eyes from the man trapped beneath him.

Charles' flustered state only made him more irresistable—something that Erik hadn't thought possible. His eyes were full of tears that, in the soft glow of the lamplight, made them glisten like morning dew caught in the sunrise, and the red flush in his cheeks that spread to the tips of his ears and the bridge of his nose was just.. well, adorable.

Everything about Charles Xavier, in that moment and all others, was just breathtaking.

Erik climbed off his breathless lover and settled into the empty space beside him. "Are you alright?" He smiled, reaching out to card his fingers through Charles' messy hair.

The younger man simply rolled over and buried his face into Erik's shoulder with a quiet giggle.

Erik chuckled again and wrapped his arms around the professor while planting a soft kiss on his head. "I'll take that as a yes." He spared a glance to the bed, which was a complete and utter mess now.

The blankets and quilts were hanging over the end, threatening to fall to the ground if either of them so much as shifted.

It brought his mind back to the previous night—though the bed had been thoroughly messed for much different reasons.

Erik decided not to dwell on that and started rubbing Charles' back, letting the man catch his breath and calm down.

"You are quihite cruel," Charles said, finally raising his head to look at Erik. He did everything in his power to muster up a glare, but it was far from threatening.

The latter simply smirked, bringing one hand forward to cup Charles' face and tenderly brush his thumb over his cheek.

"Charles, I am known for many things to many people, but I can assure you that cruel will never be one of them; not to you, anyway."

Charles' face softened and he let out a quiet breath. His hand came to rest gently on Erik's chest. The subtle thumping of his heart was comforting in ways that Charles couldn't describe.

"Have I ever told you how much of a sap you can be?" he asked, voice lowering as he leaned in closer.

Erik tilted Charles' chin up and did the same. "Many times.."

That was the last thing he said before their lips touched and his eyes closed.

[princesslightgiggles]

Laughter, rediscovered

After their myriad spectral adventures, the Dead Boy Detectives, Charles Rowland and Edwin Paine, had been granted a peculiar reward: life. Restored to the living realm in their boyish forms, they found themselves wandering the lush gardens of their boarding school, a site once familiar in its spectral gloom, now vibrant and filled with the hustle of life.

One crisp autumn afternoon, while the golden hues painted the leaves in fiery tones, Edwin found himself particularly engrossed in a classic novel, his brows furrowed in concentration. Charles, on the other hand, had grown restless with the stillness of the day and was looking for a bit of mischief.

"Edwin, have you ever considered that perhaps, just perhaps, there's more to life than dusty old books?" Charles teased, trying to snatch the book from Edwin's hands.

Edwin adjusted his glasses and replied with all the seriousness of a seasoned scholar, "This isn't just any book, Charles. It's a masterpiece of literary—"

Before he could finish, Charles poked him in the ribs, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. To Charles' surprise, Edwin jumped a foot in the air, letting out an uncharacteristic squeak that shattered his usual stoic demeanor.

"What on earth—Charles!" Edwin exclaimed in shock, his face flushing with embarrassment.

Charles burst into laughter, unable to resist the temptation of his discovery. "Oh, Edwin! Who knew you were ticklish?"

"I am not!" Edwin protested. But Charles, delighting in the reaction, darted forward and launched a full-scale tickle assault.

Edwin squirmed and writhed under the onslaught, his scholarly composure melting into peals of genuine, uncontrollable laughter. The sensation of being tickled was overwhelming; each poke and prod ignited a spark of laughter that cascaded uncontrollably from him. His usual reserve shattered, and he found himself giggling hysterically, his body jerking in spontaneous, erratic movements as he tried to evade Charles’s playful fingers.

"Stop, Charles! This is—this is most undignified!" he managed between his giggles.

“Oh, come now, Edwin! It’s just a bit of fun!” Charles chuckled, relentless in his tickling. The sight of Edwin so out of character only spurred him on.

The feel of Charles’s fingers were like electric impulses, sending jolts of laughter through Edwin’s body, utterly disarming him. He was embarrassingly aware of the involuntary spasms and giggles that betrayed his stoic facade. But as he gathered his wits amidst the laughter, he saw an opportunity and flipped their positions, pinning Charles down with a sudden, surprising strength.

"Now, let's see how you fare, Mr. Rowland!" Edwin declared, his fingers finding Charles's ribs. Charles’s reaction was immediate and explosive. As Edwin tickled him, his laughter boomed across the garden, a sound so hearty and infectious it seemed to echo off the school walls.

Charles tried to squirm away, but Edwin was quick and merciless with his tickling, discovering every sensitive spot with a playful yet determined precision. "Mercy, Edwin! Mercy!" Charles begged between uncontrollable bursts of laughter.

"I thought you enjoyed a good tickle fight, Mr. Rowland!" Edwin teased, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he continued his playful assault. Charles's laughter, pure and uninhibited, filled the air, transforming the usually serene garden into a playground of joyous sounds.

Their tickle fight evolved into a rolling, laughing tangle of limbs on the grassy lawn, the seriousness of their former lives forgotten in these moments of childish glee. Finally, breathless and spent, they lay side by side on the soft earth, the late afternoon sun warming their faces.

Edwin, his composure thoroughly undone but his heart lighter than it had been in decades, glanced over at Charles and chuckled. "Well, that was thoroughly unbecoming of a gentleman."

Charles propped himself up on an elbow, grinning at his friend. "Perhaps, but I daresay, Mr. Paine, sometimes it's perfectly fine to be a little ungentlemanly."

And as the shadows lengthened and the laughter echoed in the cool breeze, Edwin found himself agreeing. For the first time in a very long time, he felt truly alive, not just in body but in spirit. And all it had taken was a little bit of laughter—a language, he realised, that was just as important as any he had ever read about.

[sensitivedevelopments]

Surprise, Surprise (Cherik)

Welp. I suppose I've lurked for long enough. Have a little story.

Summary: Surprising a telepath is difficult, but definitely not impossible.

Warnings: Tickle fic. Skip if that's not your thing.

Lee!Charles, Ler!Erik, brief mentions of the reverse

Technically fits into FC, pre-beach divorce, if perhaps uncharacteristically fluffy.

Erik learned quickly and efficiently that you cannot surprise a telepath, especially when the two of you are dating.

Sure, Charles had agreed and then sworn on his life that he would not meddle in Erik's head without his permission (which Erik was unsure if he could ever give). It did quickly become apparent, however, that this was not the only problem his powers could cause.

"There are some things I cannot shut off," Charles said mournfully after a conversation where he had seemingly slipped up without thinking about it. "If you think too loudly, I get a general impression of it. Feelings and images, sometimes. Words, sometimes. I’m not always fast enough to block it out.”

There was apparently a difference between "inside thoughts" and "outside thoughts" as Charles worded it. Mostly, the outside ones were impulsive, emotional ones. If Erik got excited about something, or struck with an episode of terrible memories, Charles struggled to block that sort of thing out. But it wasn't his innermost thoughts, he could remind himself. They were just instincts. If he actively contemplated something, he could focus on keeping it to himself. Charles was also eager to show him how to keep the thoughts “quiet”, as it were.

Though this might never be enough for Erik and his anxiety, it did keep it at bay most of the time. It helped that Charles was so very earnest about it, apologizing so profusely, blocking him out so deliberately when he noticed. Eventually, carefully, Erik began to relax a little on this matter. Charles knowing that his spontaneous little surprises made him happy--really, truly happy--was not a bad thing after all. 

Surprising Charles in return, however, was next to impossible, and Erik found himself wanting to surprise him. If only for revenge. 

It started when Charles discovered that he was ticklish. A fact that was impossible to deny, not only because of the physical reaction, but because the feeling of it rolled like waves from him straight to Charles.

He hadn’t laughed in so long before then. Actually, physically laughed. It was a light, fluttering, terrifying feeling.

Okay, so perhaps he did not hate it. That did not mean he wanted Charles to do it in front of the others. This was quickly and obviously communicated after the first innocent little poke next to where Hank was working. A look and a mental surge of discomfort was all it took for Charles to back off completely. 

But that did not stop him when they were alone, to Erik's mixed embarrassment, chagrin, and delight (though he would never admit to that last part). Charles pounced when he could, looked for the smallest moments of privacy, and it was not always tickling. Sometimes it was just physical contact or the odd kiss that Erik did not want the others to see. The tickling, however, was the only thing that really warranted revenge. 

But Erik was apparently a loud thinker when it came to that sort of thing. In conversations, around others, even mid-training, Charles would gracefully side-step if Erik came at him with anything more than the intention to put a hand around his waist. Erik found it infuriating. He also relished the challenge.

This required some time alone to think. At first, he solved this by taking walks around the grounds whenever he had some time left over. However, this eventually lead to Charles offering (so kindly, so innocently) to join him. This lead to some very nice walks and some interesting conversations, but it certainly did not lead to a solution to his problem. That came by accident one day.

Erik woke up early most mornings. The exceptions were after difficult missions, when he woke up aching and one or two hours later the next day. Charles often struggled with the same concept. He did not have the perfect internal clock that one gets from a lifetime of life-or-death and living on the run.

This lead to a morning where Erik had the rare chance to not only wake up in a leisurely manner, but also to do so in Charles' bed, a deeply sleeping telepath slung over his arm and his mind whirring with the possibilities of it. How had he not thought of this before? How could he have missed this?

There was no time to dwell on this, however. The early bird and the worm and all that, and if he spent too long thinking too loudly about the serendipity of this, Charles would surely be woken up from the sheer glee rolling off him in waves. So he laid closer and curled up around Charles, rolling him onto his back and slipping the hand that was buried beneath him into the fold between the shirt and pants that Charles had been to tired to shed the previous evening. It took a second, a moment of prodding and pinching, but then Charles was squirming closer and burying his head in Erik's chest. 

Erik did not stop, and the feeling did not go away. It was with victory in his heart that he watched Charles’ eyes flutter open and listened to the sound of a hum of discomfort turning into a high-pitched yelp of surprise when he ventured further up to the ribs. There were no barriers, no guard to keep up. Charles was laughing immediately. 

It was lovely.

“Erik!” he was squealing, squirming this way and that, but the way Erik was wrapped around him made him unable to do more than press his arms tightly to his sides to keep out the wriggling fingers. This did nothing to deter Erik, and he made sure that Charles knew it. His laughter was high and light, boyish and carefree, and Erik couldn’t get enough of it.

“Yes?” Erik asked, feeling unusually playful for being, well, him.

“Sto-“ he broke off with a shout as the hand slipped up into his armpit. The reaction was instant and practically violent, to the point where the bed frame twitched with Erik’s instinct to restrain, to protect. He quickly squashed down the feeling. This was not a fight. This was play.

Perhaps he should appreciate more just how much Charles had been teaching him to play.

“Please!”

Charles was turning red, laughing against his chest and no longer bothering to squirm away. Erik was still new to this, and he did not want to hurt him. Carefully, his fingers stilled, but there was no hope of removing them with the way Charles was still squeezing them close. He seemed unable to do anything else at this point.

“That,” Charles panted, “was rude.” He was still giggling a little bit.

Erik realized at once that he was smiling, wider than he had done in a long time. He could not imagine how he looked in that moment, but perhaps that was not so important now.

“Payback,” he muttered into Charles’ hair. He pressed a kiss to the scalp, going for soothing, but Charles was still squirming in his grasp.

“Stop it,” he muttered, amusement clear in his voice. “You’re feeling too loudly. Stop being so happy about this.”

“Make me,” Erik muttered back, for once perfectly happy that Charles was unable to shut him out. The joy was practically a feedback loop now. When Charles felt enough—joy, awe, arousal—he tended to project his feelings outwards, and suddenly Erik felt like he was the one able to read minds. It gave him some insight into why Charles loved his power so much, and certainly made it easier to deal with it on difficult days.

The idea was sudden. A surprise as much to him as to Charles, and it worked a charm. All it took was an image, the memory of wiggling his fingers, and Charles shut his eyes and let out a whining sound.

He was so sensitive. So hyper-aware. It made sense now why he did not let Erik do this anywhere else.

If Erik was a little ticklish, Charles was extremely ticklish, and Erik loved him for it.

“E-Erik!” Charles was once again giggling into his neck, squirming closer, despite the fact that Erik’s fingers remained perfectly still. “Please, this isn’t fair!”

And oh, Erik loved him.

[hellsite-hall-of-ex-girlfriend]

me and my lovely Madame Curator have been discussing A Christmas Carol and i have come to but one conclusion:

Ebenezer Scrooge should date Mr. Grinch, but only after he breaks up with Tony the Tiger

[leis-da-madrugada]

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Bukowski, Definição de amor.

[empirearchives]

Napoleon about his mother: “It is to my mother, to her good precepts and upright example, that I owe my success and any great thing I have accomplished.”

Napoleon about his father: “If my father had lived, he would probably have stopped my career. […] I would not have been able to make the fortune I did.”

Girl he was so weird about his father

[eunchancorner]

Don't Negotiate With Terrorists Ellie

No one can stop me from writing Triple Threat tickle fics

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“Get back here, you thief!”

“You’ll never take me alive!”

Henry listened to the yelling as Charles chased Ellie around the house with a nerf gun in hand, playing some game that sounded like something 7-year-olds play on school playgrounds. Ellie had snatched one of the whisks while Charles was trying to bake and was running around, evading him, meanwhile he’d apparently kept a nerf gun stowed in a cupboard for just such an occasion, which came as no surprise, given that both Ellie and Henry were guilty of stealing cooking supplies while he was mid-meal prep.

Henry had opted to stay out of it, quietly watching videos on his phone, curled up peacefully on the couch as his roommates yelled and laughed and ran around the house loudly.

But slowly, their spirit began to become infectious. He began to want to join in. Would it be awkward to join in now? What would he even do?

Then, suddenly, he got his chance.

“Henry, grab her!” Charles shouted, and without hesitation, Henry tossed his phone aside and lunged at Ellie as she rounded the couch, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

In hindsight, not having a tighter grip was his first mistake.

Ellie easily spun with his movements, grabbing the back of his shirt with her free hand and pulling him up. Her other arm wrapped loosely around his neck, holding the whisk so close that he could almost feel the cold metal against him, and the arm that had grabbed him was now wrapped around his midsection. On instinct, he put his hands up as all three of them halted in their positions; Henry prisoner in Ellie’s grasp, Charles pointing his nerf gun at Ellie.

He had quickly turned from a helper to a hostage.

“C’mon, Ellie, you don’t wanna do this! Just let go of Henry, give me the whisk, and this’ll all be over!” Charles warned, failing to force the playful grin off his face.

“You don’t even know what I’m planning with him! What if I’m planning to do…” Ellie seemed to think for a moment, before a mischievous grin lit up her face, curling her empty hand into a claw above Henry’s stomach, earning a startled yelp. “This!”

Henry was caught looking between her hand and Charles, trying and failing to force down nervous snickers, all too aware of how his face felt like it was on fire. He shook his head nervously, not sure what he was protesting, but protesting all the same.

“You wouldn’t dare!” the pilot gasped, feigning a look of horror.

“Oh, but I would! You know as well as I do how stupidly ticklish Henry is, so you’d better drop the gun!” she warned him.

“E-Ehellie no, no plehease-” the poor hostage tried to beg before he was cut off by his own squeal as she pinched his belly lightly.

“Begging will only make me want to tickle you more, Henry, so you better keep quiet,” she said, before turning her attention back to Charles. “This goes one of two ways. Either you figure out how to mix a cake the old-fashioned way, or Mr. Squeaker here ends up too tickled out to have any. What’ll it be, Charles?”

“What do you even want a whisk for, anyway?!”

“Well, it’s… uhm… uh…” she seemed to struggle to think of something, so Henry chimed in.

“I-it’s a good stim toy,” he whispered, earning a nod.

“Yeah, like he said, it’s a good stim toy!”

“Henry, why are you siding with her?!”

“Sh-she’s got my death spot, gihimme a break, man!”

Charles took a deep breath. Henry could almost see the cogs turning behind his eyes as he tried to formulate a plan. Suddenly, he cast the nerf gun aside, leaping for the pair.

You fucking idiot.

Faster than Henry could process, Ellie suddenly had them both pinned on the floor beneath her, the whisk clattering to the ground near Charles’s head. Henry shot him a glare at his idiocy, while the pilot simply snatched up the whisk he’d been ‘fighting’ for this whole time. 

“So, what was the plan there?” Ellie questioned, crossing her arms as she looked down at the pilot. Henry watched Charles fumble for an answer.

“I-I’m gonna be honest, the plan was to go with the flow… but uhm… the-the flow ended up with me on the ground… so… I-I’m not sure where to go from here,” he admitted.

“Well, lucky for you, I have an idea of where to go. You’re gonna go straight to Tickle Hell, alongside Henry of course,” she smirked down at the two, her arms crossed. “Or maybe you’ll go before him, so he can see what happens when you decide to side against me. Or maybe, you’ll go after him, since I did threaten to tickle him first, so it’s only fair that he gets it. Hm… now that I think about it, I’m absolutely doing one at a time. Two hands, twice the tickles, and I get to fluster the hell out of one of you. So who’s first?~”

The boys looked at each other before pointing at each other. Neither wanted to face the consequences, and Henry was half-hoping he’d be able to get away while Ellie was distracted.

“Well, that’s no help… Hm, fine. Charles, you can go first because you’re the one who chased me around with a nerf gun for 20 minutes,” she decided.

“Hey, you took my whisk, I was just trying to get it back!” he defended, but quickly shut up with a squeak as Ellie curled her hands into claws above him, the same as she’d done to Henry earlier.

“Hey, Charles, do me a favor… Shut up and laugh for me~” she ‘requested’, immediately going for his ribs, making the poor pilot squeal instantly as he pressed his arms to his sides in a poor attempt to defend himself.

Henry wanted to feel smug about not being first. He did. But he just couldn’t, because he knew he’d be next. And yet he couldn’t look away from Charles’s doom. From what was soon to be his own. He watched as Charles twisted and laughed and squealed, as he struggled to escape, an effort made in vain. He listened as all the poor pilot could do was laugh. Because tickles, ironically, were one of the things that got him to stop rambling.

And Ellie knew it, too.

“Aww, poor Charles, can’t even tell me off because he’s just too ticklish! Isn’t that just the cutest thing, Henry? Something that you’d expect someone so rambly to be able to do is attempt some speech about how ‘evil’ and ‘horrible’ I am because I won’t stop tickling him, or teasing him, or calling him the cutest, most adorable little puppy boy ever! But not Charles, because he’s just too ticklish~” she cooed at him, leaning closely over him so he couldn’t look away from that evil smile she wore. Henry finally managed to tear his gaze away, hiding behind his hand, his face one again feeling like it was on fire. 

“What’s wrong, Henry? Don’t wanna watch Charles get his karma? I thought you loved watching people get what’s coming to them,” Ellie purred, having noticed Henry’s change. “But then again, I guess you’ve never liked it when the karma comes for you, huh? And you know that’s exactly what’s gonna happen when puppy boy over here’s tickled out.”

Beside him, Charles whined through his laughter, which brought Ellie’s full attention back to him.

“Speaking of which, you done down there?” she asked him, and after a short while his laughter calmed to giggling, which indicated to Henry that he’d probably managed some kind of affirmation. Of course, once Charles could speak properly again, he did.

“Dohohon’t… dohon’t call mehe puhuhuppy bohoy… Ihihi… aham a grohohown ahass mahahan… Ihi am… ihin the mihilitahahary… I aham…”

“You’re adorable. Like a puppy. Now shush and go rest, okay?”

“Okahay…” he giggled out, though Henry dared to peek and see him roll away onto his side, still giggling as Ellie let him go. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Ready, Henry?”

Ah. Shit. That’s right.

“Uh… w-wehell…” he mumbled, having trouble finding the words to say, finding himself averting his gaze again now that he was under Ellie’s full focus.

“C’mon, I need an answer. Or are you saving your breath until I actually start?” she asked, tilting her head at him with that same evil smirk. “I mean, I get it. Listening to you talk nonstop and still manage to say absolutely nothing is pretty funny. But I would at least like you to say you’re ready.”

“Ihi… I-I’m ready…”

And just like that, she dug into his belly, making him squeal brightly at the tickles. He tried his best to roll in some direction, any direction, so long as it would make it less intense, but no matter where he tried to go, there she was. So, his brain defaulted to the next best thing it could think of to get him out of trouble.

“WAHAHAIT!! WAITWAITWAIT! PLEHEASE EHEHELLIE!! NAHAHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Hey, you said you were ready! You don’t get to tell me to wait anymore, now switch up the tone before I decide you’re not laughing hard enough~” she warned him, earning a flustered squeal.

“PLEHEASEPLEASEPLEASE!! I CAHAN’T!! NOHOT FAHAHAIR!! IHIT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!!” he complained, grabbing at her hands as they kneaded at the pudge on his tummy. It was hard to overstate how much it really tickled; he felt like his whole midsection was filled with electricity, buzzing through his torso and lighting his nerves on fire. This was the kind of thing that was so hard to describe entirely but so unique and distinct in a way it had no business being. He’d probably have felt bad for Charles if he had the brain function for it right then.

“I know it’s bad, that’s why I chose this spot, dumbass. It makes you react so much and it’s just so fucking cute! You have no idea how much I just wanna squeeze the shit outta you every time I get you to laugh like this, but I might end up actually hurting you so this is the next best thing!”

“FUHUHUCKING CYHYCLE!!”

“I mean, yeah, but that’s not the point. The point is, you’re an adorable puppy boy, just like Charles.”

“PLEHEHEHEASE!! EHEHELLIE! SOHOMEWHERE EHEHELSE!!”

“Give me one good reason~”

“DYIHIHIHIHING!!”

“Oh please, you drama king, you’re not dying!” she rolled her eyes at him, although she couldn’t hide how amusing it was. “I mean, I’ll move spots, but you’re not dying.”

And true to her word, she took his hand into hers, gently fluttering her nails over his palm, causing his hysterics to calm into bright giggles.

“Chrihihist… youhuhu… ahare ehehehevil…” he managed, feeling like his brain was turning into soup now that it was able to relax a little.

“If I was ‘evil’, I would’ve kept tickling your belly,” she pointed out with a smug smile, “You should be grateful that I’m giving you any mercy at all with that shitty excuse.”

Henry had no good response to that, so he gave in to just giggling his head off, his free arm draped over his face, staying like that until Ellie finally got bored and let him go, standing, letting him struggle to regain composure.

He couldn’t tell what she was doing, but he heard her begin to walk into the kitchen and say, “Maybe I can try to make this cake myself. Maybe I’ll set the house on fire, maybe I'll actually make something edible, let’s see.”

The sound of Charles scrambling to his feet only made him giggle harder.

[porqueamamosler]

"Lemos melhor um livro que é nosso, que conhecemos há muito tempo, e reconhecemos a topografia de suas manchas, as páginas dobradas e podemos localizar a sujeira ali contida por tê-lo lido na hora do chá com bolinhos amanteigados."

Charles Lamb (1775-1834)

[captainreecejames]

Wrong City - CL16 smau

in which you commit to the bit on Instagram

authors note : I hope you guys like this one! Originally it was going to be a different post every city and driver, but I didn't think that would really be enough so it became a short story on charles. Let me know if you want one on a different driver as I still have a few captions in the notes.

pairing : Charles Leclerc x FEM!reader

warnings : none

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[randommusicalfluff]

Ok about the drdt content if you could do Lee!Charles my life would improve by 100% 😫 (I personally would like the ler to be whit but you can choose it if you want 💖)

AHHH I LOOOVEEE THESE TWO SO MUCH!! First time drawing Charles (I think??) I’m gonna count this as tickletober week 1!! @giggleeclown >:]

ALSO YOU SHOULD SEND MORE REQUESTS I LOVE THIS CAST SM

[tickly-tufts]

Evil Mutants

happy @tickletober! mutant power counts as a “favourite tickle tool” right?

inspired by raven’s ler potential, sibling moments in FC, and the shortcomings of “mutant and proud”

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“Raven, look, I didn’t mean it like- Wait! Raven, be reasonable! We’re far too old for- No!”

Erik barely processed the words before Charles barreled into his chest, forgoing eye contact and explanation in favor of scrambling behind him. He stood there stunned until Raven followed, poised like a predator mid-pursuit.

“Really, Charles?” she scoffed when she saw them. “You think Erik’s gonna save you?”

Charles didn’t answer, though he did cling, grip tightening on the back of Erik’s shirt. He’d intercepted Erik right at the doorway, effectively using him like a blockade.

“Save him from what?” Erik finally asked, curiosity piqued by the odd exchange.

Mere moments later, Charles’ cufflinks betrayed him, commanded by his equally treacherous friend.

—

“You know you only have yourself to blame,” Erik remarked once Raven recounted his insult. An unintentional insult, to be sure, but an insult to mutants nonetheless. Charles likely would’ve disagreed, had he still been capable of doing so. It was, however, difficult to argue when one was nearly in hysterics.

“NohoHO!” He tried to twist away when Erik pinched along his left side. Unfortunately, it only brought him closer to Raven’s nails clawing at his ribs. “Wait! WAHAHAHA!” he protested when she thought to tug up his shirt, cackling at the raspberry she then blew against his unprotected skin.

“This wouldn’t be so bad if you had scales,” Raven commented, cheerfully petty.

“Thahat’s not fahahair!” Charles countered, once they’d eased up to let him breathe.

“She’s not wrong, though,” Erik chimed in, fingers tracing across Charles’ stomach. He smirked as it trembled beneath his touch. “This is an easily exploitable weakness.”

“Ehehevil! You’re bohoth ehevil!”

“And you’re too ticklish to be running your mouth. But if you really want me to be evil-“

“Raven!” Charles squeaked when her hand shifted.

“Oh, that’s diabolical,” Erik marveled as Raven showed off newly-feathered fingers. It was almost as if she’d put on a glove, scales past her wrist transformed into plumes.

“Don’t!” Charles’ vehemence suggested past experience. “Not in front of-!“ he started, then stopped, face warming.

Thoroughly charmed, Erik tugged his shirt higher. “Well, now I have to see this.” He turned back to Raven.

It was not Charles’ first time enduring the belly rub from tickle hell, but Erik’s presence, even passive, undeniably made it worse. Charles didn’t dare meet his eye, though he could sense the other man observing him. Were his giggles really that high-pitched? Was his face as red as it felt? If Raven tickled him to tears again, would his pride ever recover?

“Isn’t he cute?” Raven teased, grinning conspiratorially at Erik. Her feathered palm tickled across Charles’ torso, frond-like fingertips fluttering lightly.

“Adorable,” Erik agreed, drinking in Charles’ reactions. He held Charles’ cufflinks with ease, feeling him struggle against the metal.

Raven wiggled one feathery finger in Charles’ navel to hear him squeal, then lifted her hand once more, shifting through several different textures. “What do you think? Furry or fuzzy?”

Erik noticed Charles flinch. “Definitely fuzzy,” he replied, gazing straight into pleading blue eyes. Perhaps it was a tad sadistic, but Charles had earned Raven’s wrath on his own… and honestly, Erik was enjoying the sight of Charles helplessly flustered.

Meanwhile, Charles let out a screech when Raven’s hand inevitably returned. She’d only used fuzzy once before, the morning after one of his more drunken exploits. It’d sobered him up like nothing else, the mere threat of it becoming a warning, and now that she was doing it again…

He remembered he absolutely could not stand it.

“EHEEHEEK! R-RAHAVEN PLEASE!” He writhed beneath the maddeningly ticklish fuzz. Further down, his legs kicked, thumping desperately against the floor. “I’M SORREHEHEE!” he frantically apologized.

“That bad, huh?” Erik mused, recognizing the start of tears.

“This isn’t even his worst spot,” Raven revealed, brushing circles on his belly. “Actually… have I ever used my mutation there before?” Her fuzzed hand began drifting higher, up his side, then over his ribs.

“PleheHEASE! YOU DOHON’T HAHAHAVE TO-!”

He felt the fuzz beneath his right arm.

“Oh!” Erik startled when Charles yanked, nearly ripping his own shirtsleeve. He quickly adjusted the corresponding cufflink to re-secure Charles’ right wrist. “He’s fighting me much harder than before.” The ferocity was almost impressive.

As was the intensity of Charles’ laughter, rendering him fully incoherent.

It tickled. He couldn’t speak. It tickled so much. He couldn’t think. The fuzz bordered on itchy, or maybe prickly, terribly ticklish wherever it touched. Charles doubted it could get any worse… until he felt Raven’s other hand.

In that instant, the telepath panicked, finally summoning his own power.

ENOUGH.

Mentally compelled, Raven pulled back, while Erik released his magnetic hold. Erik’s eyes widened when he realized, while Raven tensed, no longer amused.

Charles noticed the new tension. “I… I didn’t… Sorry…” he wheezed. Eyes watering, he looked up at them, something fragile in his expression.

“For what?” Erik questioned before the mood soured. “Defending yourself with your mutation? Really, Charles, it’s about time.” Both siblings stared at him in shock.

“Are you really… not bothered by it?” Charles ventured hesitantly.

“You’re a telepath. It’s natural,” Erik reasoned. “Though I never thought tickling would force your hand.”

Relief and embarrassment warred within Charles as Erik smiled, lighthearted and playful. Raven watched the interaction, re-evaluating, before making herself relax.

“Like I said, he’s ridiculously ticklish.” She reached out to ruffle Charles’ hair. He batted her away with an indignant huff, though he couldn’t maintain his pout. Unease between them usually lingered, yet with Erik’s intervention, it’d dissolved like sugar.

“Yes, well… can’t help my nature.” He wobbled to the couch with Erik’s help.

Charles dropped onto the cushions with a sigh, allowing Erik’s arm to settle over his shoulders. Raven joined on Charles’ other side, leaning close like she’d done since they were children. They weren’t children anymore, and their relationship wasn’t what it’d once been, but he supposed that moments like this proved some things really never changed.

Before Charles could get too wistful, Erik interrupted the peace. “So, is this a common occurrence? Tickling Charles into submission?”

Raven perked up, devious, as Charles’ blush reignited. He thus became a captive audience to her extended recollections.

[chalterdh22]

Helping an Old Friend - Squealing-Santa 2024

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!!!

Fandom: X-Men Prequel Films

Lee:  Charles Xavier

Ler: Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings:  None!  All fluff!

Normally Charles was the glass is half full professor.  He usually saw the better of people and circumstances.  Erik, on the other hand, was the complete opposite, which is why they balance each other out so well.  It had been years past since Charles’ accident.  So, it wasn’t anything new, but today was a rough day.

“Charles, I swear, I wish there were times I could mind read like you do, to know what exactly is going on in that head of yours.”  Erik said, sitting on a chair in the mansion, and Charles was trying to move himself from the wheelchair to the couch.  “Why are you trying to get yourself to the couch anyway?  There are plenty of other seats around.  Why pick the hardest one to move to?”  Erik was now all but yelling at the professor, who was sweating on how hard he was trying to get over to the couch.

“Erik, I know I don’t say this enough, but please, shut up old friend!”  Charles said under his breath, not looking up.

Erik now stood up and kneeled next to his friend, who now just had his head in his hands, seemingly taking a break.  “Here,” Erik said softly, trying to help his friend over, only to get swatted away by Charles’ hand. 

“Please, do not touch me.”  Charles was looking straight in Erik’s eyes, piercing right through him.  For some reason, this made Erik smile and puff out a laugh.

“Charles, are you really so stubborn as to not accept help from me?” Erik asked, as he now sat on the couch that Charles was trying to get to.  “What would be the point?”

“It’s nothing, nevermind.”  Charles voice seemed to dry up a little. 

“Come on, tell me what’s going on?”

“No, I’ll pass for now, but thanks.”  Charles responded.

“Charles, tell me, or I’ll have to……”  he stopped mid-sentence and realized Charles was paying no attention to him whatso ever.  He was completely deep in thought, so Erik, stoop up slowly, reached for his bag and put his helmet on, so Charles couldn’t read his mind.

When he sat back down, Erik had a huge grin on his face.  It wasn’t often he got to best the professor, mostly because of the mind control.  But he had watched Charles once getting a massage and the masseuse made him giggle and squirm.  He never knew Charles to be ticklish, but he was.  Erik didn’t think Charles would even remember such a miniscule detail, but Erik did.

After Erik hadn’t moved or said anything in a few seconds, Charles caught wind of not being able to penetrate his friend’s thoughts, and his head shot up quickly to see Erik wearing his beloved helmet.

“Erik, why do you have that on, may I ask?”  Charles asked nervously.

“No reason, but I do have a few questions for you?”  Erik said softly, putting his hand gently on Charles shoulder, which he shrugged off immediately.

“I told you; I don’t want to discuss anything.  Please just let me be.”

“No, because you never let me have those moments, and I want to know what’s bothering you.” 

Charles was now sitting straight up, shaking his head no.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to take drastic measures.”  This made Charles laugh and smile.  He had never gotten tickled by Erik, so he had no idea that’s what he was planning to do.

“Really? Well, let’s see what the mighty Magneto can do.”  Charles said smugly, crossing his arms, facing towards Erik now.  And since Charles couldn’t move quickly, Erik knew he could get him to talk.

Erik, shrugged his shoulder and reached one hand and pinched Charles side on his lower rib case, making him gasp and swat his hand.

“Wh-what are you doing?  Have you gone mad?”

“No, actually.  I’m thinking quite clearly.”  He reached out and pinched the other side and received the same reaction.  “If you won’t tell me what’s bothering you, I’ll make you talk!”

Charles tried to push his arms on the couch to scoot himself away in his wheelchair, but Erik used his powers and locked the wheels.  “Now where do you think you are going?  We are just getting started.”

“Erik, don’t.”  Charles said sternly, not smiling the least bit.  Erik knew he had touched a nerve.    He moved over on the couch closer and moved the wheelchair that had his helpless friend in it, so it was facing him directly.

Using his powers again, he moved the belt buckles on the wheelchair and tied them around Charles’ wrists, tying them to the arms of the wheelchair.  “Now this is better.”  Erik said softly, with still a smile on his face.  He reached both hands out to his lower ribs and gently squeezed them up and down, moving his fingers in between each trapped rib.

“Naaaa, Noooo Errrriikkkk!  Sttttoooo-ooopppp!”

“Tell me what’s bothering you and I will”, although Erik secretly hoped he would hold out a little longer, because this was too much fun for him!

Erik pulled his hands back for just a second, and then shot them up into his armpits, earning a huge gasp and squeal, not one he had ever heard from his friend before.  He again pulled his hands back out.  ���I think I found a nice, tender spot; wouldn’t you say?”

Charles was shaking his head frantically, pulling hard with his arms, trying to protect himself.

“I think we’ll go back there.”  And this time he moved at a turtle’s speed, reached slowly towards the professors under arms again, which now had a small, sweat stain peering through his nice, button-down shirt.

Still shaking his head, and gathering his breath, he was stammering, “Not, th-there, pl-please.”

Erik still moving at the same speed had Charles laughing already, and he was even being tickled yet.  “No, no, not until you tell me.”  Charles just kept shaking his head no, cheeks flushed and sweat glistening his face.

Erik then moved quickly back to his under arms and massaged them like before, sending the professor almost shooting straight out of his wheelchair if he could.  Erik’s mouth grinning, slightly opened was softly squishing and digging into the sweaty flesh, sending Charles into hysterics, throwing his head back and forth, pushing his upper body as much as he could to get away.

Charles was gasping and not laughing aloud anymore, so he pulled back, crossed his legs, and gave him a few seconds to breath.  “Well, what will it be?  Answering a simple question to a friend who only wants to help you, or continue to be stubborn and allow me to find other sweet spots?”

Charles starting to catch his breath, still shaking his head no, with a huge smile splattered across his face, “No, please, hold on, just hold on for a minute.”  As he said this, Erik reached out and tickled behind his ear, making him turn his head quickly to out maneuver it.  “Ok, ok.  Damn, Erik, you are relentless.  I’ll tell you, and then please stop!”

“Deal.”

Charles took a few more breaths, leaned back in his wheelchair, feeling a bit safer. 

“I was trying to get to the couch because some students were sitting there, showing each other some photos, and wanted me to see them.”  He paused; the seriousness started coming back to his face.  “I believe it was out of habit, the on student tapped the seat on the couch next to him, as to say sit here and I’ll show you.  I know he didn’t mean anything by it and immediately felt embarrassed by his action, which made me feel worse.”

He paused again, looking at Erik, who was looking back at his helpless friend.  “I don’t want people to feel embarrassed around me, or feel they have to do anything special to accommodate me.”

“Isn’t that what we all do here, accommodate to each person’s unique abilities?  Why are you so different?”

“I’m not.”  He paused to think about that.  “I do understand what you’re saying though.”  Erik just nodded his head. 

“Do you feel a little better?”  Erik was standing in front of Charles now, looking down.

“Yes, but please, do me a favor?”

Erik started to walk away and turned his head.  “And what’s that?”

“Don’t ever do that to me again.”  Erik huffed a laughed and then realized he might never be able to take his helmet off again.  Oh well.  It was worth it.

The end.

@squealing-santa

@tickly-tufts!

[princesslightgiggles]

Time Tickle Twist

Charles felt a sudden jolt, as if reality itself had been rewound. His surroundings morphed into a sepia-toned version of the 1980s. Confusion swirled in his mind until the realisation hit him like a ton of bricks—he was back in time, inhabiting his alive self's body, yet retaining all memories of his afterlife adventures as a Dead Boy Detective.

Beside him, Edwin shimmered into view, his spectral form flickering with an ethereal glow. They weren't alone.

A ghostly figure materialised before them. It was another spirit, a remnant of the past with a grudge against Charles, determined to alter the course of history and erase his existence as a Dead Boy Detective.

As Charles struggled against the spectral restraints, Edwin leaped into action, confronting the vengeful ghost with a ferocity born from years of friendship and loyalty. With a swift strike, Edwin banished the ghost.

Charles exhaled a sigh of relief. Edwin moved to untie him, his spectral fingers deftly working at the knots. However, in his haste, one accidental brush against Charles' ribs elicited a surprising reaction.

“Crap” thought Charles, he had forgotten how ticklish he was when he was alive.

Edwin tried again and Charles gasped and twitched involuntarily, the sensation spreading through his body like wildfire. Edwin paused, an intrigued expression crossing his face as he realised the unexpected discovery.

"Ticklish, are we?" Edwin's grin widened mischievously as he couldn't resist the temptation to explore further.

Before Charles could protest, Edwin’s ghostly touch descended upon him with calculated precision. Feather-light strokes danced along Charles’ sides, sending shivers of ticklish delight coursing through his veins. Every nerve ending seemed to be on high alert, amplifying the sensation to unbearable levels.

Edwin revelled in the usually calm and collected Charles’ reactions. It had been so long since he himself had been alive and able to feel that he could not remember if he had ever been ticklish. Whilst it was most unlike him to engage in such childish games, seeing Charles thrashing around and giggling was so much fun, he couldn’t help but take advantage of the situation.

Charles writhed and squirmed, desperately trying to evade Edwin’s relentless assault, but his efforts were futile. Edwin’s ghostly fingers found every ticklish spot with uncanny accuracy—tracing delicate patterns along Charles’ ribs, teasing the sensitive skin beneath his arms, and dancing merrily across his belly.

Laughter erupted from Charles, a symphony of giggles and gasps echoing through the timeless void. His protests were drowned out by the overwhelming tide of ticklish ecstasy, each peal of laughter punctuated by desperate pleas for mercy.

“Edwin, please!” Charles gasped between fits of laughter, his breathless pleas falling on deaf ears as Edwin continued his playful torment with unabated enthusiasm.

As the scene fell away to be replaced by the present day and Charles ceased to feel Edwin’s torturous fingers, echoes of their laughter faded into the temporal abyss.

Charles felt grateful for the timeless bond they shared, transcending both life and death, past and present but was grateful for the torture to be over and the knowledge that Edwin wouldn’t be able to use this discovery against him now he was a ghost once again.