#ler!father

[randommusicalfluff]

what if from the dev being swaddled post and your head cannon of him having really ticklish ears I think peri (being the one who swaddled him in the first place) picks him up and tickles his ears evilly, because dev was being a brat on purpose (the whole reason peri swaddled him in the first place in my mind)

Kinda shitty doodle but I had to draw it!! I love them sm 😭😭

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

His old ass got gotted

[pink-tk-a-latte]

if you could sit in a barrel, maybe

[sfw tickle fic!! possible claustrophobia. lee!venti, ler!lumine]

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“Well… this is troublesome.”

Lumine hissed as she squeezed Venti closer to her. “You’re the one who got us here.” Venti laughed, breathless as the Traveler choked him.

The wooden walls of the barrel did nothing to muffle the heavy footsteps shaking the tavern floor. Lumine’s ears could pick up the clinking of chains on the suit of the tavernkeeper (Diluc, because of course it was Diluc). The air was stuffy, it smelled sour, and, as hard as she blinked, Lumine could see nothing but darkness and the not-even-guilty outline of Venti’s face squished against his braids.

“Aw, don’t be mad, my dear. I just wanted some birthday wine! However could we celebrate without wine?” Venti whispered pitifully, head cradled in Lumine’s lap. His feet scuffed on the side of the barrel — she felt her lungs still.

Every noise was like a firecracker in this suffocating, pitch-black space. At each incensed footfall outside and each too-sharp breath or shuffle within the curved planks, Lumine’s arms stiffened around the bard in her hold. If only I could be silent enough for the both of us.

Venti kicked his leg again, twitching with excited energy. Lumine’s heart rocketed. The steps on the floorboards had stopped. She stuck her hands under Venti’s arms and tugged him close.

Then his entire body flinched, a squeak shooting out of his mouth. Lumine clenched her teeth as the barrel shook.

“Venti!”

“Sorry!” Venti wriggled as much as he could, the tiniest wispy giggles sprouting from his lips. “Wahaha— Your hahands!”

Lumine sighed. A twitchy smile pulled at her cheeks. “Oh, Ven. Just try to be quiet.”

Mute, Lumine scribbled under Venti’s arms. She chuckled softly at his nervous choke.

“Lu- Luhumihine! AHaha- NaHAhat now! Stop t- tihihi— Stahap thahahat!”

“What? Tickling you?” Lumine grinned as Venti quivered and whined in a flustered flurry. She dragged her fingers between his upper ribs, teasing at the edge of his dancing corset.

“EHee yehehehes! Stop tihihicklihing!”

“Stop being so ticklish then.” In this moment of warmth and giddy suspense, Lumine forgot all need for stealth. There was something thrilling about breaking the rules, toeing the line and trying not to get caught.

Lumine traced the hems of Venti’s dress shirt, scratching up his forearms and around his underarms. Hysterical, he squealed into her clothes and squirmed. Lumine could feel the vibrations of his lyre-sweet laughter running through her abdomen (and she tried to pretend it didn’t affect her in a giggly way at all).

“EEHE! Dihiluhuhuc will hehehehear!” Venti pleaded. “He’ll be sohoho mahaHAhad!”

Now you’re worried? “Well, maybe you deserve it.” With a huff, Lumine patted down his torso, searching for his hips. “This was all your idea anyway, you little wiggleworm.” Ah, bingo. She slipped her fingers into the hole in Venti’s shorts, tracing circles into soft, sensitive skin where his shirt had ridden up.

All the while, Venti was gnawing on his braids to muffle himself, a wail leaping from the back of his throat when she made it to his hips. He’d jerked so far forward that Lumine had sunk farther onto her back somehow, and Venti was now crushing her chest.

“LUHUmihihi pleheheHEASE! Nah nohohot thehehere! I cahahan’t, Ihihi’m—!” Desperately, Venti twisted his hips and shook his head, braids whipping about, glowing. Oh, they were glowing a lot, actually. Almost as if—

The barrel exploded.

Lumine lay surrounded by the splintered remains of their hiding spot — unharmed, but winded (ha) by the burst of Anemo. Venti was collapsed on her chest, where he panted and rubbed at his apple-red cheeks.

Grimacing as her legs twinged with pins and needles, Lumine propped Venti up by his shoulders to examine his face. “You okay?” she asked, still supine on the floor.

Venti nodded, loopy. “Only hurt that you would be so mean to me. And on my birthday?” He pouted and almost tumbled onto her again.

A snicker broke out of Lumine’s chest. Then it snowballed into bubbling laughter that shook her entire torso. Venti too succumbed to mirthful stitches, equally exhilarated from the high of misbehavior.

“Happy birthday to you.” Lumine giggled and patted Venti’s cheek. He met her with a wide, joyous smile.

“Happy birthday indeed, bard,” came a new, much deeper, much more intimidating voice.

Venti and Lumine looked up at the looming shadow, red hair, dark suit, crossed arms and all. Blazing eyes twisted in irritation burned through them.

It seemed Diluc had discovered the mess they’d created.

And they never even made it to the wine…

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY VENTI!!!!! 🍏 You’re finally home for your bday pictures after evading my pulls for three years <333

[creative-kny-fics]

Hi! I hope you can accept this request, Lee! Giyuu, Ler Urokodaki, a context would be that Giyuu visits his teacher but at night Urokodaki finds Giyuu sobbing in his room, for what he regrets, such as the death of his sister and his friends and also that he knows what some of The pillars thought badly of him (mostly Sanemi and Obanai at the beginning but then it changed but he didn't know that) and Urokodaki consoled him since I feel that Urokodaki is like Giyuu's grandfather or father and tried to cheer him up, with somewhat childish games with his points. more sensitive, (like playing "itsy witsy" on his ribs or "this little piggy" on his feet, Urokodaki is reserved but for his student he would do anything to see him better, I know that Giyuu was his favorite, along with Makomo )

Please and Thanks!

JJSHSKSHJSHDKSJS grandfather and grandson relationship 😔 I really like to think that Urokodaki was the one who cried his eyes out when he found out that Giyuu had survived, but that nevertheless, he will die at 25.

But in my AU, no one dies, I have my reason UnU

If you want to know what Giyuu says, it's saying "grandpa"

Ler: Sakonji Urokodaki

Lee: Giyuu Tomioka

Nobody knew where Giyuu went during his days off, some thought that he didn't go anywhere, that he only stayed at his estate and waited for the days to pass before returning to action, others believed that he simply slept and did nothing more.

Not even Shinobu, the one closest to him, knew, every time she tried to visit him, she couldn't find anyone, the estate was completely empty, there weren't even any signs of Kanzaburo, where was he going?

'How is everything going? Today you have come before, you usually come every end of the month. Some reason?'

'I asked to change my days, just for this month. There's no reason', he said, before continuing to eat.

Mhm, every time Giyuu had his days off, he went to visit and stay at Urokodaki's house, it had become his routine after Giyuu left there and started living alone, it was good for him.

Although no one noticed, he returned a little more cheerful and confident, it was the best vacation he could have.

Urokodaki didn't have any problem with it, he loved Giyuu's company, but sometimes he felt that something was wrong with him, if there was no reason, then why did he decide to bring his vacation forward?

Something bad had happened, and he was going to find out.

'Giyuu, I'll prepare some tea and some onigiris, do you fancy some?'

'No thanks... I'm fine...', he knew it, something bad was happening.

Giyuu's voice and timbre were totally different, although there wasn't that much difference, if you were attentive enough like him, you would notice.

In reality, the food excuse was not real, it was just a test to rule out his theories. 'Everything is alright? Do you want to talk about...?'

'Everything is fine, it's not necessary. Thank you also for your offer, maybe I'll get hungry later and eat something. But for now I'm fine' 'It's okay, rest well...'

Urokodaki closed the door, but didn't leave, there was something strange here, he knew that spying was wrong, but Giyuu needed it, even if he didn't have the courage to say it.

A long time passed until a sound was present. He put his ear a little closer to the door, trying not to make a sound. If Giyuu noticed, he would repress that emotion again.

'Sa... Sabi... Sabito... Tsu... Tsuta-Tsutako... Nee-san...', so that was it.

Urokodaki slowly and silently opened the door, only to find Giyuu hugging himself, trying to find comfort as he cried and clenched his teeth in an effort to stop crying, thinking that he could wake up his sensei.

'Giyuu...' 'Huh...? Uro-Urokodaki - Sensei!', Giyuu turned around, quickly wiping away his tears, then shook his head and returned to his usual expression. 'You don't have to pretend, I heard and saw everything, is that why you came back?'

'I don't know what you're talking about...'

'Of course you know, I know you. I can even say that I have raised you as if you were my son. I know you well, besides, if you weren't doing "anything" why your futon pillow is wet and why are your eyes swollen?'

Giyuu didn't even bother to deny it, he just looked away closing his eyes, he couldn't do more after all.

Urokodaki took off his mask, approaching and kneeling, facing him, with his right hand, he grabbed Giyuu's chin and forced him to look at him. 'If there really is nothing wrong with you, look me in the face and tell me that's not the case.'

'There's nothing wrong with me, I'm fine...'

'Say it again.', Giyuu repeated it again, but the 3rd time, he stopped at "I'm fine."

He couldn't control it, the previous times he could do it because he really wasn't looking him in the eyes, he thought he was ready and he wasn't.

Giyuu hid into his shoulder, he didn't want to cry, it was enough trouble that he had made his sensei stay up so late just because he wanted to make sure he was okay, he wasn't going to give him another problem.

'Why do you keep holding back what you feel? Why do you harm yourself? Do you know that if Sabito were here, he would have given you a lesson a long time ago for putting yourself down?'

'If he were here, I wouldn't be like this... I wouldn't have to deal with my role as a hashira, because Sabito would be one. He deserves the title more than me...'

'Both you and him deserve that title, Sabito was strong and skilled for his age, yes. You may not have been one at the time, but you kept trying and now you are where you are, I'm sure that you and Sabito would have worked together to become the best water hashiras... ', Giyuu didn't believe it.

He didn't believe that Sabito would have acted like him, he probably would have been like Muichiro and only in a matter of months would have become a hashira.

He wasn't even half the level that Sabito would have been, that was what he believed, and it wasn't true.

'You don't believe anything I've told you, do you...?' 'No, you don't understand me... Sabito is and always will be better than me, if only I...'

'Time will not turn back, even if you had wanted to face that demon, Sabito would not have let you. He probably would have felt worse than you knowing that he couldn't protect something valuable to him from you. I want to understand you Giyuu, but you always close yourself off to me, help'

Giyuu wanted to say something, but probably the next thing that would come out of his mouth would once again be one more reason to scold him for feeling that way.

Urokodaki no longer knew what to do with Giyuu, he wanted to support him, but he wouldn't let him, he didn't know what he could do with him, he had tried to help him for so many years, failing.

'I think it would be best for you to go to sleep, this conversation exhausted me. See you in the morning.'

'No, we'll talk about this here and now, stop being stubborn Giyuu or else...', he stopped.

It wasn't the time, nor the place, much less the situation to do it, but he wanted to at least cheer up Giyuu for a little while, even if this wasn't the time.

Could that perhaps raise the possibility that Giyuu finally understands Urokodaki's intentions of wanting to help him so that he can take that enormous weight off his shoulders?

'Urokodaki-San? All good?' 'Yes... Then, you will foolishly remain in your current position?'

'I repeat that everything is fine, there is no need to continue chatting about this', perfect, it was all he needed to hear.

Giyuu sighed into another hug, he didn't hate physical contact, but if that hug lasted longer, he felt like he would cry and he couldn't help it.

Do you know what was good about Urokodaki wearing a mask? In that Giyuu would not know his reactions nor could he discover his intentions before.

'E-eh...?', he was startled when he felt a pair of fingers sliding down his neck.

*"Oh no, this has to be a fucking joke..."*, was what Giyuu thought before tensing his body and looking away while Urokodaki continued moving his fingers up and down.

'Is something wrong Giyuu?' 'N-no... Everything's fine... Ghk...'

He wasn't going to fool anyone, especially with that last sound he made when he clenched his teeth when those fingers that were caressing his neck slowly slid over his shoulders, simulating walk on tiptoe

'Co-come on, Urokodaki-San... This is childish... This...' 'If it is childish, then it won't affect you that much. I'm just trying to comfort...', good point.

Giyuu couldn't help it, but his cheeks turned red, he was right, if this tickling thing was childish then there wouldn't be any problem with him, he could control it, he had to control it.

'Ur-Urohokodahaki-Sahahan!! I'm nohohohot a chihihild anymohohore!!'

'Well, in my opinion you are. Maybe what you're having now is just a nightmare... So I guess I'll have to tickle the nightmares to get them away from you...' 'A-Ahahahare you seheheherihohohous?!', yes, he is very serious Giyuu.

Obviously, Urokodaki wasn't going to let Giyuu keep his sadness, even if Giyuu feigned annoyance, he knows it's not true, he knows him well enough. 'So Giyuu? Do you feel better?'

'Yehehehehehe!! I fehehel behetteheheher!! Plehahasehe!! Thihihis is so chihildihihish!!'

'But do you like it or am I wrong?'

Urokodaki laughed as Giyuu fell on his back while covering his red face and nodding. Do you see it?

Giyuu didn't hate this, he would never hate it, it was his way of de-stressing when he thought the rest wasn't worth it, although that last one was a secret, because everyone thought he liked them and that's it.

'Is that why you came back? Why did you want this wonderful moment? And don't try to lie, I know when you lie...' 'Okay, Okahahahay!! Yohohou gohohohot meee!! Stohohohop ahahaha tahalkihihing!! I-It's dohohoing wohohohorse!! Plehahasehe!!'

'Am I doing worse? How? You know well that I can be crueler than this, do you want that?'

If there was a chance to turn redder, Giyuu probably would have made it.

He wanted to agree, but he was embarrassed by the idea, although he didn't need to say anything, after all, a picture is worth a thousand words, right?

'So? Am I giving you what you wanted?' 'YEHEHEHES!! EHEHEHEHEHE!! OH MY GOHOHOHOSH!!'

'Hah, not even a "please stop"? Looks like I have a long night ahead of me...'

[gaybananabread]

(Don’t mind the fact I go all out in this, I’m just excited) Hihi! Just noticed TADC in your fandom list soooo can I get grapes, pears, and maybe some mangoes too whilst yer at it with Ler!Kinger and Lee!Pomni? I would like the stomach and the chin to be heavily focused on spots but every other spot is great too! I think Pomni and Kinger have potential to have an adorable dynamic as I hc that Kinger is the circus father figure! Speaking of hcs, I personally think that Pomni would be an adorably ticklish squeaky toy and probably a fighter. Kinger on the other hand, I hc that he is not very ticklish at all! Sure you could get a giggle or two outta him if you try hard enough but that’s it. Sooo yeah! Gotta love ordering stuff! Have a great day and remember, you don’t have to write any of this if you don’t wanna!! Byeee!!!

Fruit(s): Grapes, Pears, Mangoes

GAH! Thank you Anon! Definitely gave me some good bones to work with! Kinger would be the one dad that has the mental stability of a pancake lol. Loved writing for these goobers, your hcs were really fun to work with! Love that you went all out, gives me some awesome ideas! As always, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Pomni

Ler: Kinger

Summary: Pomni is having an anxiety attack due to circus craziness. Kinger invites her into his pillow fort to calm down, showing her she can still have a laugh in their insane circumstances.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

She couldn’t take it anymore. The constant craziness, being in her new body, unable to really feel anything besides the constant stress of not knowing who the *squawk* she is. Oh yeah. The filter too.

The clown was curled up on the floor of the tent, on the verge of abstraction. The other members of the circus had gone to their rooms to cool down from that day’s “adventure.” 

Caine’s weird NPCs had wreaked havoc on the psyches of the characters, especially Pomni. She had failed the game, gotten hurt and accidentally broke Gangle’s comedy mask. Her mind was a swirling storm of regrets and uncertainty. 

She was so close to being done…

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Kinger looked around, trying to find the newest member. She’d seemed…not okay, after the activity. He wasn’t one to talk, but that had been a bad day for everyone, and he felt stable enough to help out. What he saw made his heart sink; Pomni, curled up behind some giant building blocks, small black and glitchy particles hovering around her.

He quickly shuffled over to her, wrapping two floating hands around her shoulders and squeezing her close to him. “P-Pomni! It’s okay, you’re okay! Try to take some deep breaths…”

The girl tried to breathe, the warm embrace bringing her back to…wherever they were. She was far from better, but the particles had faded. Her pupils were still detached scribbles, though.

“Here, let me just..” Kinger carefully lifted her up, carrying her towards his fort, “get you somewhere calmer.” He pushed the pillow aside, ducking and setting her down on one of the cushions.

Pomni took a few shaky breaths, her eyes flicking back and forth between the twisting scribbles and her pinwheels. She had almost…oh *honk*. 

The royal piece rubbed her shoulders, trying to calm the girl down. “It’s okay, Pomni. Just breathe. You’re doing great.” His voice was softer than normal, more paternal. It helped.

“S-sorry…I k-kinda freaked…” She sounded so guilty…that wasn’t gonna slide. “Pomni, you’re fine. Everyone has bad days. I know I do.”

Pomni forced a smile, but it was clear she was still upset. Kinger tried to cheer her up, poking her side to get her attention. He didn’t expect the shocked, strangled squeak he got in response. The knee-jerk reaction was to check for injuries, but things clicked when he saw the blush on her cheeks. “Oh. You’re ticklish.”

She had enough awareness to try and run. Kinger quickly scooped her up, trapping her in a reverse hug with her small back against his chest. “Of all the bugs in my collection, I have to say there’s a favorite. Can you guess?” One hand held her shoulders, while the other traced her belly. “It’s the Tickle Bug!”

Pomni smacked at his hands, thrashing and flailing in his hold. She was a squeaky, giggly mess in seconds. It was light tickling, but she was stupidly ticklish. “K-Kihihinger! GYEEhehehe! Nohoho!”

He chuckled at the adorable sounds, looking at her eyes. The scribbles are gone, her multi-colored eyes back and wide with surprise. “Hmm, no, these work pretty well. You need a little help calming down, and laughter is the best medicine.”

Trying something, he moved his free hand to gently scribble under her chin. Pomni’s thrashing calmed way down, her giggles getting even squeakier. It was clear her chin was a melt spot, her eyes closing. Kinger cooed and kept up the tracing. “Aww, Pomni, do you like this spot?”

She whined through the giggles, but didn’t deny it. Even with her pride on the line, she wouldn’t tell that obvious of a lie. “Kihihihinger! Ihihihit tihickles!” 

“It’s supposed to, silly. Tickle Bug, remember?” He added more stomach tickles to the mix, gently scribbling where her belly button would be. She squealed, belly laughter slipping into the giggle fit. “KihihHIHIngeher! NYAHAHAhoho!” The thrashing was back, though it was more frantic than anything. She was caught between wanting to melt into the chin tickles and writhe from the belly scratches.

While it was adorable to see her like that, he was only tickling her to cheer her up. The silly chaos she was in, while cute, wasn’t the goal. He stopped, one finger still tracing under her chin as he hugged her. “Feeling any better?”

Pomni continued to giggle softly, but nodded. Without him, who knows what would have happened. “Uh-uhuhum, yeah. Thahanks, Kihinger…”

“No problem, friend. If you ever feel like that again, just come in the fort. I’ve got your back.” He released her from the hug, his eyes squinted in a smile. While he wasn’t any more sane than the rest of them, he tried his best to help out. It was nice.

Pomni hugged him one last time before ducking out of the pillow fort, a smile still on her face. The creeping dread wasn’t completely gone, but it had subsided. She felt like she could genuinely smile for a bit. That…that was enough, for her anyway. She could get through it with her new friends by her side. Just another day in the circus…

[emeriethevalkyriegirl]

Good morning honey apple~ (Hazbin Hotel tickle fanfic)

A/N: Part 2 of Goodnight apple. Enjoy you lovely sinners! Sry I meant to say this last night but I was too tired. I got inspired by another drawing from @olaine25 ANYWAY ENJOY

Summary: Lucifer is tired from working all night so Charlie goes to wake up her father.

"Daddy daddy daddy!" Charlie chanted as she raced into her father's room.

It was morning in hell meaning that at this time, Lucifer would be up already, getting dressed and making breakfast for him and Charlie. Unfortunately, after the tickle fest he had with his daughter last night, he figured he could take a sick day for a while and stay in bed. That is until his daughter blasted into his room full of energy.

Lucifer groaned and buried his face in his pillow. "Back to bed Charlie. Daddy's trying to sleep."

"But's it's morning!" she cried as she all but launched herself onto her father, her miniature body colliding with Lucifer's back. Lucifer bit back a curse as he winced at the pain. "Charlie, do not do that." he said as the princess climbed onto his shoulders. "But daddy, I'm hungry." Lucifer let out a sigh. "Ask one of the servants to make you some pancakes."

"But I like it when you do it." Charlie smiled as her father smiled under the pillow. "Daddy's tired today. Let him sleep for a little while and I promise I'll make you pancakes." Charlie believed her father, but her patience was as small as her. The little princess decided to be cheeky today and smirked. "Okay daddy~"

"*yawn* That's my girl." Lucifer replied thinking that he won the battle. That was until a moment later, he felt tiny little fingers wiggling around his neck. Lucifer gasped and muffled his giggles with the pillow. "Wakey wakey daddy." Charlie sang as her fingers danced in her father's neck. Even as Lucifer scrunched his shoulders, her tiny fingers still managed to get her hands on his sensitive flesh. "Yohohohu little hehehehehehe." Lucifer tried to say as his daughter's fingers found his shoulder blades. "Tickle tickle daddy. Goochie goochie goo." she teased as the King of Hell buried his face deeper into the pillow. "Chahahaharlotte Mohohohohorningstahahahahar." Lucifer tried to sound intimidating but his daughter's relentless tickling made it difficult for him. "Are you awake daddy?" Charlie teased as her tiny fingers found her father's armpits. Lucifer's face emerged from the pillow. "Nonononono don't you da-AHAHAHA!"

"I didn't hear you daddy." Charlie giggled as her father's laughter went up an octave when she met his armpits. Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut when her fingers began to move down further. "Chahahahahrliehehehehehe plehehehehehease. I'll mahahahahake yohohohu pahahahancahahahakes." At that note, Charlie stopped to gasp herself. "Really?"

"Gotcha!" With a burst of strength, Lucifer turned over and grabbed his daughter who shrieked when her father pulled her into an embrace. "I'm gonna getcha~" he teased as he started to make love bites all over his ticklish daughter. "Om nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom."

"DAHAHAHAHADDY!!!" Charlie screamed at the top of her lungs as her father scribbled his fingers all over her belly and sides all while still giving her neck gentle love bites. "I'm only doing it cause I love you. Goochie goochie goochie goochie goo. Who's my ticklish little princess? Is it you? Is it you Charlie-lee-lee?" If Charlie thought her own teasing was bad, Lucifer's was worst.

Lucifer tossed his daughter in the air. "Uuuuup she goes." Charlie's shrieks grow louder the higher Lucifer tosses her. "And back down to me. Uuuuup she goes and here she comes. Yes, just got her." Lucifer's smile is brighter than heaven for his daughter's laughter will forever be the most beautiful sound in the entire world.

Charlie banged her tiny fist on her father's chest. "Daddy, put me down." she giggled as Lucifer only rolled his eyes and kissed her nose. "No way my little honey apple. Unless you don't want any pancakes today." For the rest of the morning, Charlie fangirled over getting pancakes while Lucifer only laughed and put her on his shoulders. He may hate having to wake up in the mornings, but at least the brightest smile, warmest laughter, and greatest treasure of all will always be there to wake him up.

[brwolf1995]

Is... is Universal all right?

[random-tickle-stuff]

Some Father Gregor hcs because the lack of tickle content of him makes me very unhappy

Basic hcs

Heavy ler-leaning switch

Worst spots are his neck and sides(his palms are pretty bad too)

Absolutely denies being ticklish and gets SUPER embarrassed if asked outright

Like mans will get flustered and stammer while denying it lmao

It's very easy to prove him wrong though

Ler

Honestly a pretty gentle ler, he doesn't want to hurt the lee

I could see him as being one of those sweet and comforting lers

But also man knows how to tease to all hell like

WILL tease the hell out of the Lee with little compliments and teases, he does not hold back

His voice is very soothing so that doesn't help lol

Doesn't like to pin people down unless they're literally flopping around like a fish and could possibly hurt themselves or even him

Really sweet and caring and will absolutely stop once it's clear the lee wants him to

Probably gives the best aftercare hugs mans has comforting dad/grandpa energy all the way

Has probably tickled a few of the younger churchgoers when they were having a bad day and they all had fun with it

Lee

Not a lee all that often but when it does happen oh boy is he embarrassed

Actually quite enjoys being tickled but adamantly denies he does, but it's not hard to figure out he does

Probably has one of those really warm and comforting grandpa laughs

His ears make him go red as a tomato like he both loves and hates that spot depending on the day

Definitely a squirmy little shit but tries not to hurt the ler

Grumbles to all hell afterwards but it's clear he enjoyed it

I could see him as being a bit touch starved and not used to a lot of physical affection(man is a grumpy old priest so makes sense) so he does quite enjoy having a good laugh

Probably got wrecked by a demon once or twice ngl

That's all for now byyyeeeee

[kanene-yaaay]

Bunny Fields

Kanene's notes: Hi hi hiiiiii!!! Good afternoooooon!!!! The fic is finally here, let's goooo!! This is a gift for @squeaky-n-blushy for being absoluetly incredible and almost making me scream out loud w her comments and hcs and fics. Tu é um arraso, mana!

Warnings: There's a bit of animals tickling someone, not sure if it counts as warning but besides that, nothing more! Just a light cheer up tickles <3. Ticklish!Jin Ling and Ler!Shizui. Around 7.000 words.

[~*~]

Lan Shizui smiled. His eyes closed as the cold wind caressed his hair and filled his lungs, muscles immediately relaxing, making his usual straight posture falter just a bit. There was the rustling sound of the leaves and birds singing nearby to help the calm, relaxed atmosphere that fell over him and confirmed his growing suspicion that it was going to rain later after the sun set. There was still plenty of time to enjoy and spend on his favorite place, however. 

It took a few moments and no time at all for the feeling of something soft and fluffy graze his fingertips. 

Shizui bit back a joyful giggle. Restrain was difficult when he felt so at home like this, but he was no longer a tiny child squealing and gasping in wonder at each new joy, letting instead delight and contentment be shown in his small smiles and the happy dance of his heart and soul. 

As he opened his eyes, he was graced with the image of a small bunny hopping even closer, past his hand and right to his robes,  smelling them before lovingly chining it.

An indignant sound ressounded behind him and the young boy quickly put the bunny on his lap before it was scared away, again, petting it with care and offering a slice of cucumber in an appeasingly manner. From a nearby bush, another bunny moved and looked at him, nose twitching with the promise of food.

“Why do they keep coming only for you?!” Jin Ling complained indignantly, his new round of protests only coming to a halt when a pair of fluffy ears perked just about his right. 

His eyes zoned to them like an arrow to its target, robes twirling around him as he fastly turned to the animal’s direction and hastily offered the vegetable, one hand supporting him on the ground, keeping his expensive clothes away from the grass as the other stretched the farthest away as it was humanly possible in his attempt to attract the bunny. Initially it hopped a few inches away in a wary distance, making him have to stretch even more.

Even as impatience began nicking at his mind, Jin Ling kept his stance, until the bunny was back and staring at the food with interest, nose twitching and ears turned in his direction, its tiny mind clearly calculating the pros and cons of getting close to The Loud Human and having some free delicious snack or go back to its quiet safety but with no fresh snack. It was black with a big white spot on the base of his left ear and every time it moved the spot fluttered around as well. 

After a few moments passed, the bunny hopped close.

A surprised, sharp gasp came out from the leader of the Jin Sect and both boys held their breaths, watching as it stopped momentarily with his noise before coming closer and closer. The slice almost trembled on his fingertips with his barely contained excitement when the animal stopped in front of it.

An experimental nibble was taken. Pride and warmth began filling Jin Ling’s chest and he prepared to crawl in its direction, already imagining how soft and fluffy that fur would feel when he finally got to hold and pet-

A white blur passed like lightning under him, not even faltering or stopping its dash even with the loud surprised shout from the young boy as he fell on the ground with the scare. It simply continued its path and barreled on the black spotted bunny, hopping like crazy around it and then running away in all its glory and speed, quickly being followed by the first one with energy.

Jin Ling watched as they went away, his eyes narrowing when he saw something suspiciously green and round in one of the bunnies’ mouth, only then turning to look at his hand and realize that his fingers were holding onto nothing, the fresh treat being successfully stolen away.

He felt his entire face burning with the knowledge that he just had been outsmarted by a tiny and fast bunny.

He turned around and laid on the grass with his arms crossed, pout evident on his face and growing stronger as he heard Shizui’s quietly concealed giggles of amusement.

“Stupids rabbits!” 

Bunnies, actually, but the Lan didn’t think his friend would appreciate his correction at the moment.

Jin Ling stomped his feet once in frustration and for a moment the image of a small, round bunny wearing the yellow robes of the Jin sect and with a tiny red spot on his forehead, angrily stomping his feet on the grass flashed in Shizui’s mind, which didn’t really help him with the whole ‘not-laughing-at-your-friend’s-predicament’ thing. Jin Ling seemed to get even more energetic at this.

“That is why dogs are clearly superior! Even before being trained, Fairy already knew how to recognize a strong and trustful cultivator from a threat. Those rabbits are just scared of everything.”

Shizui did not point out who had just been scared by one of them not even a niàn ago, nor rolled his eyes at the other, knowing that even the half amused and half annoyed huff he let out in answer to his complains already tip toed the line of self control his sect was known and respected for.

“Do not bully the weak.”

“Weak?! Wasn’t you watching how it jumped on the other bunny and stole my treat? The only one bullying the weak here was it itself. Maybe you didn’t explain your rules to them well enough.”

Shizui felt his cheeks prickle with a small bound of heat. Since Jingyi told Jin Ling about his old habit of reciting the sect’s rules to the bunnies as a kid in order to better memorize them, the Jin haven’t left him alone until he showered said special place and bunnies to him (with Hanguang-Jun’s permission, of course).

Usually, and especially since becoming the First Disciple, Shizui shouldn’t engage in senseless banter. For a moment, he truly intended to ignore his friend’s clear provocation… but the need to defend his younger self was stronger. “They are good listeners.” 

“And clearly bad learners.” Jin Ling grumbled, watching with envious eyes the bunny on his lap and the couple more surrounding him before turning around sharply, only to find the pair of black and white still jumping around the grass, the slice of cucumber now nibbled to half and in the other’s rabbit mouth. 

He bit back a curse and turned to look at the sky. “Isn't it your obligation as the First Disciple to handle punishments? Go teach them something.”

A snort rang in the air and Jin Ling turned around just in time to see Shizui’s surprised smile for a flash before a long white sleeve ran to politely hide it.

“Maybe this one should ask shifu for some little brushes and paper? Before herding all of them to the Library Pavillion to copy the rules in handstands?” 

Only then Jin Ling realized the absurdity of his words, the mental image of a bunch of bunnies following Shizui in line with tiny brushes and books as students with bad behavior eased his frown and thawed his moping into amusement.

He didn’t smile, but also didn’t snark back and instead turned back to the clouds, enjoying the scenery. 

Soon enough his eyes began prickling with tiredness and he yawned, blinks getting slower and slower as the gray clouds continued to accumulate in the sky. Since becoming a Sect Leader, there was always something to do, some problems to resolve, a meeting to attend, emergencies that were of the utmost importance and needed his attention right now. Therefore, it was no surprise that his sleep became seriously affected by it, with little time to truly rest and even less time when his nightmares would leave him alone. It was rare to have… this. Time to just close his eyes and joy, to oblige his muscles to relax and let his mind drift away…

Something heavy lays on his robes and he jumps on the same spot with a shout, stopping himself from scrambling away when he sees that it was just Shizui by his side, now holding a bunny protectively against his chest as he petted it into calmness again.

“WHAT-” The bunny squirmed in the Lan’s hold and Shizui stared at him with a serious sharp gaze. Jin Ling frowned back, although his voice lowered, begrudgingly. He grabbed one more cucumber slice from the porch attached to his hip and offered to his friend to calm down the animal. Eventually, the bunny settled again on Shizui’s hold. “What do you think you were doing!”

Shizui watched him with such a neutral and unimpressed face that Jin Ling instectevely shivered with how similar to Hanguang-Jun he looked in that moment. In answer to this thought Jin Ling only scowled harder. If they are showing off their heritages he might as well prove his.

“Stay still.” With the corner of his eyes, he saw Jin Ling opening his mouth. “And be quiet.”

That only made his friend bristle even more, taking a deep breath in preparation for what could only be the start of a mix of threats, complaints and protests, so Shizui ran to lay the bunny again on his stomach, successfully shutting him up. 

Interrupting was against the rules, but technically he was just finishing his previous comment and Jin Ling hadn't started to talk yet, so, with a lighter tune, he quickly continued before the other found his words again. 

“They get easily scared with sudden noises and movements. We need to be careful.” 

Jin Ling didn’t bat an eye at him and his words, currently too focused on the bundle of fluff that hopped to his chest and sniffed his fingers when he offered his hand, letting him pet it without a fuzz.

He let out a soft gasp when the bunny lifted itself to its hinder legs and began cleaning its face. Shizui was pretty sure that no emergency or obligation in the entire cultivation world could convince Jin Ling to move a single muscle now, his entire form melting back on the grass, completely attentive simply only to the cute animal on him. 

Shizui could relate.

He watched the small smile blossoming on his friend’s expression and how clearer that made the heavy shadows under his eyes and his previous sour mood stood out.

Since he and lan Jingyi met Jin Ling, he had been energetic, grumpy and not afraid at all to speak his every thought in a way that Shizui could only wish to understand, going into dangers and ideas head first, defending what he believed with his entire being and bickering or even fighting with anyone who disagreed with him and tried to cross his path.

In those last months, however, it had been clear that the stress had been taking a toll on him. It was not as bad as the first seasons when his entire world came crashing down around him in a single night and he suddenly went from heir to leader of his sect. 

Yet, lately he was still clearly jumpier and easy to startle than normal. His presence had became even more scarce than previously during their usual night hunts, his remarks more painful and his regretting silence after those louder.

Each and every one of those details accumulated and flashed in front of Shizui’s eyes like flaring signals, asking without words for immediate support.

To see him now, taking it easy, being full of excitement and softness, it only made Shizui’s determination to keep cheering him up like this even stronger. Quickly, he turned around, gray eyes fastly jumping around the field in search of more bunnies to bury the other under.

There was nothing better for lighting someone’s mood than being under a pile of cuteness and fluffiness, of that he was sure.

He had just successfully coaxed two more bunnies on Jin Ling and had just turned around to attract a fourth one when a barely concealed giggle froze him on the spot.

Jin Ling tried to scrunch his neck, but stopped mid movement when the rabbit just shoved its nose even more on the spot. It had spotted his brilliant red ribbon and got closer, wanting to give it a few experimental nibbles before the human quickly maneuvered the fabric away, hiding it under his head and hair from the curious bunny. Now, very much likely in a petty show of revenge, the small ball of fluff began sniffing his neck non stop.

As soon as the uncharacteristic sound was stolen away by the wind, Jin Ling turned around with wide eyes to stare at Shizui’s back, hoping that he hadn’t listened to the most embarrassing giggle he just let out. 

(Look! He had been caught by surprise, ok? You try to contain your reactions when a stupid rabbit discovers your weakness and decides to start exploiting it as revenge for you trying to save its life!)

The Lan, however, seemed much concentrated to continue his mission of determinedly gathering more and more rabbits to absolutely submerge Jin Ling with them, for some reason. He would’ve sighed in relief if the moving ball of fur hadn’t just decided to start nuzzling right under his chin, resulting in a brand new round of giggles to bounce back and forth on his throat, being held back only by his lips being desperately pressed in a thin line. 

“You dumb animal,” the heir of the grandious Jin sect refused to acknowledge the slight tremble in his voice, whispering his words so Shiziu wouldn’t realize the predicament he is in. If he, or even worse, Jingyi discovered about him being ticklish he would have to kill them himself in order to not die from embarrassment. 

Besides, he was a sect leader, now. Sect Leaders simply were not ticklish. 

As if actively contradicting him, the little tickly sensations continued to assault his nerves. 

“Cut this off or I’ll break your legs!”

The rabbit continued being a rascal and ignored his warnings, pretty much like he himself when his uncle used that same threat with him, knowing he was all talk. 

He bristled indignantly at being ignored and quickly lifted his arms, scaring one of the bunnies left on his torso to the ground

The other flinched and looked at his arms with suspicion, not far from following the other’s lead.

Swallowing a loud squeak - because the stupid little demon on his shoulder decided that his ear looked very interesting and began nuzzling it too - he changed his path to pet the second little fluffy ball on his belly because he wasn’t actually so petty - different of some animals as it seems - to scare the rabbits Lan Shizui left under his care just because of a few accidental tickles. 

The animal quickly calmed down again and went dutifully back to search his robes for more snacks since the four slices of cucumber Jin Ling gave to it had already been devoured.

(What a greedy thing!)

It had just started to sniff his porch with curiosity when a tiny lick hit his neck and the one in yellow robes had to use all his self control to stop an honest squeal to leave from his mouth, transforming it into a yelp as his hands flew to grab the sneaky little rascal out of his shoulder. His cheeks burned from interrupting the silence with his uncontrolled reactions once again.

“I am going to roast you.” He brought the  big, round thing next to his face, right in front of his eyes so he could glare at it better.

Once again, he must not have put too much heat on his mumbled threat because the rabbit only squirmed on his hold, obliging the grumpy, frowing leader move his hands to better secure it, supporting the torso and bun, before it went right back to to excitedly licking his face.

With a protesting and dramatic disgusted sound, Jin Ling pulled it away from him and made a face, showing off his tongue in what he knew was a childish move, but after so much blatant disrespect, he didn’t care anymore.

“Stupid rabbit, I will start licking you back, see how you like it!”

“Do not bully the weak.”

“Shizui!” The surprised expression made clear that the Lan had been successful in his attempt to not be discovered watching such a cute scene with the corner of his eyes, smiling fondly with drops of exasperation. Jin Ling’s face was slightly red and contorted in a scoff. “Shut up!I am not bullying anyone, this… thing here is the one that started everything. He hates me!”

Both boys turned to look at the bunny, still sitting comfortably in the other’s careful hold and totally taking advantage of his distraction to chin his cheeks energetically. Shizui very carefully did not lift one dubious eyebrow when he turned to stare at his friend again, but for the way that Jin Ling jolted on the same place and made a face, eyes staring back in defiance, he must have realized his true feelings anyway.

The one in golden robes opened his mouth to say something - probably a snapping remark - but immediately choked, his mouth quickly clamping shut as his entire posture became stiff as a board.

“Jin Ling?” 

Said one looked at him with wide eyes, hands coming down to hurriedly drop the bunny in his hold back on his shoulders, which seemed to be trembling a little. His moves were forced and unnatural. 

Immediately looking around to find the reason for his friend’s sudden silence, Shiziu found his gaze being promptly captured by his torso, squirming around and almost dislodging the other bunny on his stomach, who kept its unrelenting digging on the porch tied on his belt, missing the target most of the time and giving the sides and stomach under it the treatment of the soft, stubborn paws, uncaring for how the torso under it kept trembling and shaking under it.

His eyes changed their focus now to Jin Ling’s arms that jerked to his midriff. That was the moment the bunny he had just decided to put down began delivering licks and nuzzles back again on his neck, now free from any restraints and enjoying the opportunity present with the best of its ability. 

Jin Ling's hands went up to his shoulder and then right back down, clearly not sure of each animal to take care of first, face getting even more red as the moments went by and the attack simply continued, lips pressed so firmly that they formed just a straight line on his expression, his cheeks starting to poof.

So it was true, Jin Ling definitely was…

Shizui tried to not smirk with mischievousness, doing his best to keep in mind and reflect in his body the sect’s rules. 

(Do not bully the weak.)

However, Jin Ling was a very strong companion, a capable cultivator and admirable leader. No other word could be more unfitting to describe him than ‘weak’. 

(Cherish your companions and friends. Value your family. Stay honest to your beliefs. Do not treat outsiders of the sect differently.)

He was here to help Jin Ling to relax and cheer up. If a new opportunity to do so presented itself so perfectly in front of him, it would be foolish to not acknowledge the benefits that resulted from it.

“Let me help you, then.” 

Jin Ling could almost breathe in relief when he felt the rabbit on his stomach being lifted away, taking care of half of his attack. With mind and arms now free from the uncertainty, he moved to move the other one as well.

The moment of peace was soon over, however, when nimbly fingers took over its place and began digging and scratching on his sides with much more skill and precision than the animal. 

He jolted with a squeal and the giggles that were already trapped on his throat spilled freely, seemingly to only encourage Shizui’s attack even more. The Lan focused in exploring every spot of sensitive skin, pinching and skittering everywhere those skillfully fingers could reach, finding the weakest spots and attacking them without mercy all while he kept evading without even a blink the clumsy dance of his own hands as they tried to stop him from his tickling and pulling the most embarrassing sounds from him.

A squeeze hit his hips and the initial giggly fit quickly grew to a loud laughter, his reactions seeing much harder to control when as soon as his barrier broke. With interest, Shizui’s hand latched on the spot, kneading the flesh and scribbling on the bone, very much satisfied with the answering guffaws that it resulted.

Such sensations spreaded like fire across his skin, a buzzing feeling that went from his hips to his entire torso in ticklish sparkles and funny tingles,  mixing with the soft feeling of soft and fluffy nuzzles on his neck like a unbearable dance that made his smile grow wider and his laughter stronger.

“No!” He tried to growl in protest, but it came out more like a whine as he held the other’s wrist in reflex, briefly pulling it away from his torso when another high pitched squeak scurried away from his lips. In a flash, his friend’s other free hand (where was the rabbit?) had been quick to jump to the rescue, diving under the captured one and latching on his torso with energy. Fingers hopping from rib to rib, playing on each bone like they were the strings of a guqin until he was more focused in scurrying to hug himself than to keep the hand secure in his hold, squirming at every prodding and vibrating that attacked the spaces in between them as if the was dutifully tuning an instrument. “D-do not! Shizui!! Whahahat are you doing?”

“Helping you.”

“You are not! C-cut it out!”

Shizui’s next words were drowned by a shriek as another cold thing touched his neck. With a foreboding sensation Jin Ling realized that the other rabbit had joined the first one next to his shoulder, also sniffing and chinning him in a horrible, revengeful attack.

(What had he even done to this one?!)

“Get out, leav-eek! Leave my ribbon alone!” His voice wobbled and his words were completely taken over by plenty of snickers and chuckles, eyes closed from how much he was smiling, the sensations exploding behind his eyelids like flares. “Why do you keep licking me!”

He tried to scrunch his neck again in a poor attempt of protection, not really being successful since the bunnies simply deviated their attention and buried their stupid fluffy bodies and their stupid tiny, pink noisy noses behind his ears with energy and obliging him to move his face away, by instinct, which, of course, only opened even more places for them to explore, more tittering snickers and protesting squeals filling the air.

“Maybe it’s because of your… sweet personality?” Shizui cringed internally, then deflated, somehow glad that his friend was very much occupied laughing his heart out to point his thoughts out. Jingyi was much better at puns. 

The fact that Jin Ling’s face still pulled into a frown, a quite weird one since there was a gigantic smile on his face, was still equally amusing, though.

“That was horrible! Bunnies do not eat sweets.”

“Fruits are sweet.”

“I am not a fruit!”

A twinkle appeared on Shizui’s gray eyes and for a moment he looked so much like Wei Wuxian that dangerous warnings began blasting on his mind. “Maybe they confused you with a red bayberry?”

Jin Ling felt his already blushing face be set ablaze with stronger flames. A series of offended and incoherent noises fell like a snowstorm from his mouth, legs starting to kick with giddy energy and his torso to more energetically twist away. The offending hands simply kept following him, although, no matter how much he turned this or that way, drumming quicker and stronger on his higher ribs for the trouble.

He prepared to string a completely cohesive and strong argument that may or not contain a few threats of breaking legs or imminent death when said worming fingers decided to climb and shove themselves in his armpits.

A shot cut across the air as Jin Ling arched his back. It took a few moments for him to realize that such inhuman sound had been his, especially as more and more shrieks continued to be fished from his lungs.

Shizui faltered for a couple of moments, surprised with his sudden stronger reaction, fingers stilling and trembling as he stopped himself from chuckling out loud in amusement at the reaction. Guffaws and snorts continued to fill the air and he gave the - as it seems - absurdly, awfully ticklish skin under his nails a quick, light series of scribbles.

Another screech left Jin Ling’s lips and he jumped on the same place, giddy, anticipatory giggling escaping from him even when the other stilled his fingers again. The first disciple of Gusu Lan felt his own mouth twitching into a grin. 

“Shizui!”

Humming in lieu of an answer, Shizui started once more his skittering, now trying to add some stronger pressure as he scratched every available patch of skin. He watched as Jin Ling’s legs began kicking again with a new kind of fervor, moves growing quicker and more frenetic the longer he went.

His eyes squinted a little bit in thought. Freeing one of his hands, he pulled one of Jin Ling’s arms upwards, ignoring the yelp (and more tittering) that this resulted.

Making his touch light and soft again - not unlike the quick tracing of brush on paper or the quick plucking of a guqin’ cords -, the Lan ran the tip of his fingers on his inner elbow, watching as the other  descended back to a hysterical snickering, kicks going from trashing to a steady pace of stomps.

(Lan Shizui tried to wash away all his smug thoughts of how hard it would be to hit such a sensitive place when wearing all the layers required by the mountains' weather. Such a pity the Jin’s golden robes weren’t as thick and numerous as Lan’s, truly.)

Then, with no warning he dived back to his pits, clawing them until another round of shrieking started anew together with, to his immense delight, energetic and quick kicks that continued to follow the speed of his tickling.

It was almost impossible to distinguish the red Vermillion’s mark in Jin Ling’s forehead with how red his entire face was. “Stop playihihihing!”

Jin Ling clasped his arms tight on his torso, trying to protect himself way too late and succeeding in only trapping his hands closer and looking one step closer of completely losing his mind.

“Get out of there!” But the rabbits also kept him let out the most embarrassing yelps and squeaks and Jin Ling no longer knew to whom his order was directed to.

“Lift your hands up and I will.”

The sect leader scoffed. It came out sounding like a snort. “I’m not falling for that!” 

With a sort of amusement, Shizui watched as his friend’s reactions began fluctuate once more, according to the kind of tickles he delivered, going from a hysterical, loud giggly fit when he wormed his hands a little down low and decided to poke and prod his higher ribs, - quickly jumping from one spot to other to hear those funny, lovely squeals that appeared each time Jin Ling was caught by surprise, - to an uncontrollable round of crackles and screeches when he decided to vibrate non stop on his pits, making him kick and squirm and arch his back with no real way to escape the ticklish feeling that flooded his nerves in a fun kind of electricity that would put Zidian to shame.

(May his uncle never hear this.)

It took several tánzhǐs before Jin Ling’s mind stopped screaming and the next words of the Head Disciple of Gusu Lan finally sank.

The fact that the rabbits finally got tired from (all the movement and decided to look for food somewhere else) messing and attacking him might have helped.

“Lying is forbidden in Cloud Recessess.” Shizui reminded, watching him with an unusual playful gleam that didn’t inspire a lot of confidence in his words.

But Jin Ling wasn’t a little, easily tricked kid anymore. He had grown up with plenty of… experience to know a trap when he saw one.

“You’re just going to-”  His voice disappeared in a loud squeal and he tried to give the boy in white robes an annoyed glare before it faded in the smile on his face, especially as Shizui continued to focus on that spot between his armpits and ribs, pulling more and more squealing laughter. 

However, he was the nephew of Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian, and no one could shut him up when he had something to say!

He took a breath and spilled everything before the other could stop him again.

“You’re only going to tickle me more!”

Instead of the surprised face of someone who was caught breaking his sect’s main rules by being a dirty liar, Shizui only smiled calmly at him.

“I assure you. If you put your hands up, I will not tickle your armpits anymore.”

Then, he kneaded on the flesh and digged his fingers, as if reminding him how absolutely unbearable and insufferable the tickling truly was, taking all the breath he had just gotten away in a wheezing crackle. “Which I can not promise if you keep me trapped here.”

For a while Jin Ling was too lost in laughter to concentrate, arms trying to go up only to go crashing right back down as the Lan just didn’t stop tickling him. 

The sadic Lan he called a friend continued to soften his touches to a light, maddening scribbling just after each attempt, only to go back to full on drumming  on his poor pits the moment he managed to lift his arms the tiniest bit, cutting off all his progress.

“Why are you doing this!”

“Doing what?”

“Tickling m-” He cuts himself just as his mind caught his words, again, he turns a (non effective) frown and a glare (without heat) to his friend, who now loses the battle against himself and begins to softly snicker.

Jin Ling frowns harder at how warm that makes him feel. It is still a funny image with all the smiling and laughing. “I already said I am not falling for that!”

“You only need to put your arms back up, Sect Leader Jin, and I will not tickle your armpits anymore.” His tune had… something. If it wasn’t Shizui, it would almost sound as if taunting.

Still, it made Jin Ling bristle and, with all the strength he could gather, shot both of his arms up at once. They shook and trembled with plenty of laughter frolicking across the grass, yet they were kept high up.

Shizui stopped immediately and Jin Ling waited, anticipation prickling on his skin, for the moment those tormenting fingers would go back to assaulting his pits. 

With wide eyes, he watches, instead, as the other simply pulls his hands away with a tranquil, almost knowing look in his face.

“Lying is forbidden in Cloud Recessess.” Shizui, once more, reminds him.

There is still… a kind of light in his eyes that keeps titters falling from the leader’s lips and a tingling to run across his nerves. 

A breeze of air passed through them, making the hair on his neck stand up and him to prepare for another attack. He quickly pulls his arms right back down and Shizui adjusts himself so he is sitting on his legs, watching Jin Ling as if he is as silly as the big smile that is still plastered on his face.

Jin Ling begins to relax.

That is when, in a beautiful, blurring and fast flash of white, two hands latch on his stomach and started clawing with energy, scratching any and everywhere, kneading up and down, spidering all around, scribbling and pitching from side to side.

“No, no, no! Not the tummy, not the tummy! Shiz-” Another high screech was out of his lungs, a surprised, belly laughter (ha-) following right after. His voice got completely taken over by the force of the sound, totally unrestrained and unstoppable.

Lan Yuan really couldn’t help it.

He kept on tickling, kept looking for the spots that brought the most high pitched reactions, the cutest sounds, the sensitive places that made him bang his fists on the ground and try to roll away from the ticklish touches only to feel sneaking fingers swiping across his spine and dancing on his back over and over again until he was back to pressing his back on the ground, kindly putting his stomach right back at his tickly attention again and again.

It took him three tries, but soon Jin Ling was able to pass coherent words in between his slow, giggly and continuous descent into madness.

“I already commanded you to stop!”

And, just like magic, the tickling actually stopped.

Jin Ling kept feeling the ghost of the scribbles and tickles jumping excitedly across his muscles and nerves. He hugged his belly and tried to squirm away, but a firm touch on his torso prevented him from doing so, pulling his attention back to his friend as he kept trying to reign all the snickers flowing from him. 

His smile dimmed a little when he realized that the other was frozen, as if stuck in a daze.

What was that about? Did he just get hit by a curse? Was someone approaching? Maybe Hanguang-Jun? Was that why he stopped all of a sudden? Jin Ling supported himself on his elbow and looked behind Sizhui, trying to see any hint of white robes, a guqin or Wei Wuxian. 

When nothing besides a bunch of bunnies and trees catches his eyes, he goes back to stare at his friend, brows furrowed in confusion.

“You didn’t.” Lan Sizhui replies, as if this explains something.

“What?”

He jolts on the place when his strong, watching gaze falls on him, looking determined. “You didn’t.”

He starts to smile, something bright and happy. Jin Ling squints his eyes.

“You didn’t ask me to stop.”

With a shock, this time the leader of the Jin Sect was the one who froze, eyes widening with realization, mind running across the moments since the attack began. He surely would… I mean, it wasn’t as if Jin Ling actually still liked… Shizui simply must have been confused!

The blush on his face grows darker and darker.

“That doesn't mean anything! Besides, I shouldn't even have to! I- I-” His tune is as squeaky as his laughter, words jumping out of his throat before he can think too much about it. 

Instead of giving up of whatever he was planning to do, however, Shizuis's face only continues to get fonder and fonder, transforming into something so utterly joyful and glad that it has Jin Ling stumbling to erase it before the other can start getting ideas. More sentences tumbles out of his mouth as his arms try to push him clumsily away. “You Lans shouldn’t even… We aren’t kids anymore!”

Shizui’s grin continues unchanging, shining in fondness and playfulness and Jin Ling continues to feel his neck getting progressively more and more hot.

“Animals still play as adults, especially bunnies.”

“What does that have to do with anything, we are not bunnies!”

“There is no age to have fun, A-Ling.”

Then his gray eyes got wide and panicked and the sudden change left Jin Ling so confused that, when the other hurriedly jumped in his direction, he only managed to defend himself in their wrestle battle for some moments before the mischievous hands were burrowing themselves once again on his armpits. Just the slight graze of the ticklish feeling was enough to turn his body into well cooked noodles until the other was able to bring him right back to the ground, kicking and laughing non stop as the drumming was right back.

“You said you wouldn’t tickle them anymore!”

His entire body shook with the peals of laughter, head being thrown back with the force of it. There was  nothing else his senses could feel except that it tickled. It really, really tickled, even more now that Shiziu seemed to catch on just how much he didn’t truly mind the playful attack at all.

There was still mercy in the world, as it seems, though. 

“That is true.” The digging stopped and Jin Ling barely had time to breath before his sides began to be attacked with some light and energetic spidering, rare pinches appearing here and there and making him buckle from one side to another with surprise. 

The sudden change caught him out of guard and his belly laughter to fall back to a series of his embarrassing snickery giggles. His shoulders hunched up and he pressed his face on them, trying to at least muffle a little bit of such undignified sounds.

Lan Shizui must have some kind of mind reader amulet with him because in the very next niàn the soft tickling went back to an unmerciful kneading that made him squeal and squirm uncontrollably until his face inevitably came out of its hiding place. He began kicking his legs with all his might, making the other one turn around to look at them with a critical eye.

“Very well.”

And, as if they just had an entire conversation and arrived to some sort of agreement, Lan Sizhui freed one of his hands to squeeze on his right knee, summoning a loud snort, more and more of them being successfully mixed with his now wheezing fit to Shizui's happy delight.  

The leader of the Jin Sect got stuck in a playful, tickly cycle of extending his legs in a poor and unsuccessful attempt to escape from the tickles, shaking them from a side to another since Shiziu discovered that scratching on the underside of his knees will get him wiggling and letting out an unending ‘eee’ sound and then getting his sides teased and scribbled on until he was a mess of giggles, pulling his legs up to another round of kicks only for his knee to receive even more squeezes.

Every step of the cycle kept being repeated over and over again, as thoroughly and carefully as possible, making him wheeze, yelp, squeal, snort (there was so, so much snorts, Jin Ling is never surviving this if Lan Jingyi ever finds out), snickers, guffaws and temporary barks of laughter that makes his shoulders bounce, his head to shake and his mind to go completely crazy with such a funny, unbearable sensation.

His core spinned and twirled with each moment, sending warmth and adrenaline across his every meridian, making every light touch, every poke and spidering much more ticklish than before. His smile is so big and there are so many memories of his childhood passing through his mind and he wants to pull and push the sensation away and…

And he giggles and giggles and giggles.

Finally, the tickling stops and Jin Ling just… melts on the grass. His mouth is still twisted in a smile longer after all his tittering and hammering heart calms down. Feeling so dizzy with adrenaline, giggly in joy and relaxed only highlights how much tense he was before. 

He closes his eyes and just stays there, catching his breath, enjoying the breeze and wondering if he should get his revenge right now or wait to first bribe Jingyi into spilling all of Shizui’s best tickle spots and then get him, perhaps even with his help.

When his eyes open, his friend is there, petting a bunny that got close with one hand and holding a porch with the other. Jin Ling moves to sit and glare when Shizui turns with a calm, happy face to offer him water.

He opens his mouth to say something - a promise, a threat, a complaint - but no words come out so he simply gets the poach and drinks the water greedily. 

Stupid noisy bunnies. 

Stupid attentive Lans.

“Are you feeling better?” 

Shizui at least has the sense of sounding a tad apologetic. As he should! Attacking someone (and a Sect Leader no less!) with such a… childish, unbecoming tactic. His uncle, Sect Leader Lan and not even Sect Leader Nie would be found fooling around like this in his place. Jin Ling almost bristles at him in answer.

The warmth and fact that he is the most relaxed he had been in days stops him. But still!

“What are you talking about?”

Shizui looks around and then at him, eyes catching his without fear or mockery and holding his gaze. They spend a moment like this until the other looks away with a soft sigh. 

“You seemed stressed, lately, so I-” 

(-thought to bring you to my safest space, where no worries can find you or matter.)

(-decided to tickle you until you looked and sounded so carefree that no problem would try to keep haunting your mind.)

(-remembered how easy and effortless it is to be playful around you.)

How silly would he sound should he say any of this. Words weren’t usually a problem for him and yet Shizui found himself not knowing exactly how to explain his motives.

“I wanted to show you the bunny fields. They’re always very effective to be calming and joyful.”

He decided to go with that.

“And since when do I need your help?” Jin Ling sniffed, “I am fine!”

Shizui blinked, stared at him, face showing no strong emotion. His eyes narrowed just the slightest bit.

He lifted one of his hands in a clawing motion.

“Wait! D-don’t! I just said that I am fine.” he made a noise between a scoff and a snickery sound. “Lying is prohibited here, isn’t it? As a sect leader, it would be unbecoming to disrespect your sect by not following them.” 

He crossed his arms and their eyes found themselves again. Without even meaning to, Jin Ling’s voice softened. “I am fine.” 

(Thank you.)

Shizui huffed, sounding both amused and relieved, smiling a little back. “Then I am glad.”

[coy-lee]

Sans's pillow is on the floor and his sheets are balled up in the middle of his bed, and it leads me to believe he might be so beat mentally that he just sleeps on the floor... So I made some skelefluff based on that idea.

[calicocatsarecute]

Hi!! Are requests still open?? If yes then could you write lee Muichirou with lers SaneGiyuu as Mui’s father figures??

OFC! I love SaneGiyuu and Mui, and them as father figures towards him! ( Dies internally) I’ve gotcha covered anon!

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Muichiro was walking back from a mission. He missed both Sanemi and Giyuu greatly. He saw the couple as a comforting presence.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey Squirt! How was your mission?” The wind Hashira asked.

Muichiro nodded as he clung to the older’s haori. He then looked around knowing that Giyuu was probably not far behind.

The Water Hashira was, in fact, right behind them. He smiled softly at the Mist Hashira.

“I’m glad you had a good mission Muichiro.”

Muichiro just smiled softly, putting his head down so they wouldn’t see it.

“Oi! Are you hiding a smile Mui?” Sanemi asked, a hint of teasing in his tone. “We can’t have that can we Giyuu?”

“Yeah, where’s our smiley Mui?” Giyuu teased as he pulled Muichiro closer to him, placing his hands on his sides as he started to scribble away.

“Wa- wahahihit! Ihihihi’m nohohot hihihidihing ahahanythihihing!”

“Don’t lie to us! We just know that you were hiding that cute little smile.” Sanemi teased, bringing his own hands down to scribble at the younger’s stomach.

“Nyahahahaha! Thahahat’s nohohot fahaihihir!” Muichiro squealed.

“But hey, atleast we get to see your cute little smile!” Giyuu teased the him.

“Ihihihihihihit ihihihihis nohohot cuhuhute!”

“Wanna try that again Mr.?” Sanemi asked as he changed to squeezing his hips.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT THAHAHAHAHAT!”

“You know how to end this.~” The two older men said in sync.

“AHALRIHIGHT! I HAHAHAVE AHA CUHUHUTE SMIHIHILE!”

The tickles stopped and they helped the teen catch his breath.

“Ready to go home?” Giyuu asked.

Muichiro nodded and they finished their hike back to the mansion.

__________________________________________ Sorry if it’s short, but I hope you still like it!

[alexiskk]

Hiiii tlou anon here!! Your works are sooo good and since u asked for Tlou suggestions, I was wondering if you could do a fic where Tommy and Ellie are talking and Tommy reveals that Joel’s ticklish. Which leads to Ellie trying it out of course, and Joel getting revenge on the both of them for messing with him! I look forward to seeing what you’ll write and I’ll probably end up giving you more suggestions in the future. :) -tlou anon

hi anon! this is such a good suggestion, im so glad tlou has brought me back in the mood to write, definitely send more if you have em! Also I backed off on lee!tommy a bit but I hope u still enjoy🫶

word count: uhhh kinda long

❗️tw: shoot/killing a deer, slight mention of blood

also all Joel and Ellie pairings in any of my fics are in a parental/child relationship anything else is gross so pls don’t think I ever mean to cross that boundary. ok thx

Not so Funny Now

Thud

“Damnn El” Tommy blew out an impressed sigh as he looked over in proud amazement at the girl posted with her barrel rested on the tree trunk beside him.

“I guess my brother is good for something, he taught you howda’ shoot like a bat outta hell”

Ellie smirked as she stood up and rested the rifle on her shoulder, almost knocking herself over in the process, but she seemed to play it off successfully. They were both watching the deer Ellie had shot about 20 yards in front of them struggle to regain it’s footing, after all, she had shot it square in it’s neck, so it was only a matter of time before it was down for the count. Lucky for them, the deer only managed to make it a few more yards before not so gracefully plumping back into the snow.

Ellie had found some of her time in Jackson to be restless, as she hadn’t quite found anyone her age that she clicked with quite yet. Tommy especially picked up on this restless energy due to numerous nights of listening to Joel’s complaints about “Too many godamn questions”. So, Tommy thought inviting her on some of the hunting trips would help her blow off some steam, and more importantly, tire her out. Although, he was especially fond of days like today, where the rest of the crew was too busy off with the cattle and stable duties, so he and Ellie had the day left to themselves.

The pair had made their way over to the deer as Tommy began sizing up their catch.

“A buck Ellie not too shabby” He gestured to the pedicles on top of the deer’s head.

“Hey, what can I say, I’m a natural” Ellie had a sarcastic tone as she awkwardly threw up one of her hands while the other stayed securely on the rifle. It was only her 6th or 7th trip out here but she learned to pull her weight, although she couldn’t help but hide a smug smile as she realized this was the biggest deer she’d ever shot.

“No seriously, you gotta great shot kid”

“Awh quit fawnin’ over me Tommy” Ellie held her breath as Tommy paused and slowly looked up at her, to her surprise, he bursted out a chuckled laugh in response to her pun before even she could. He shook his head and looked back to the buck.

“You duhumass help me pull”

Ellie let some of her own laughter escape as she walked towards and placed her hand around an antler while Tommy grabbed the other. They both began dragging it through the snow, leaving a trail of dirt and blood behind them.

“Hey you know what a deers favorite bread is right?” Ellie had her eyes down at the snow in front of her, slightly out of breath from the trek they were making back to the horses.

Tommy smiled as he continued to entertain her gimmicks “Now what might that be?”

“Dude, it’s Sour doe, duh”

While less caught off guard, Tommy still found himself breathing out a few chuckles in response to the teenager’s terrible puns. Ellie of course had a huge grin plastered across her face, this wasn’t the audience she was typically used to.

“What, so you’ve got these memorized?”

“Nah these are my own, but I have plenty memorized from the book if that’s what your looking for.”

The pair dropped the buck as they had finally made it back to their horses. Tommy began preparing one of the horses to carry the load from the day.

“Ah is this that famous joke book i’ve heard so much about?”

“Whatt Joel mentioned the book to you?” Ellie still slightly out of breath looked up from the snow. She knew Joel cared about her, but there were very few days he actually enjoyed the joke book coming out of her pack.

“Just a few times” Tommy smiled with his back to Ellie. He was extremely caught off guard a few weeks ago when Joel had repeated one of the jokes Ellie had told him earlier in the day, he didn’t think he knew how to joke like that anymore.

“Did he also mention he fucking hates joy because I can barely get him to crack with it”

“What he wouldn’t laugh?”

“Barely”

“Yeahh that sounds like my brother”

Tommy gesture for Ellie to help him in loading the buck up onto the horse. They struggled getting it off the ground due to its size, but finally got it up and secured it before they both hopped on to the other horse they brought with them. Tommy gave Ellie the reins of the other horse to lead from the seat behind him and they began their trek back into town.

“ Was he always like that? ya know, all ‘ugh im joel, im tough and grumpy and i hate laughter’” Ellie had he arms flexed inward as she lowered her voice to imitate Joel.

“U-Uh he’s kinda been that way since i can remember kid, although Sarah was one to remind me of how ticklish the bastard is”

Tommy didn’t seem to bat an eye at the statement he just uttered, while Ellie sat in shock behind him.

“W-what did you say?” an astonished grin stayed on her face, this was the best yet most unexpected piece of news she could have asked for. If that asshole won’t laugh at her jokes, she’d just have to find other ways to make him laugh.

“Huh? Oh yeah Joel’s terrible, if he wasn’t so goddamn strong i’d torture em’ everyday just to see the old fucker squirm.” Tommy chuckled as memories of him and his older brother during childhood flooded in n out of his memory.

He then turned around to see a plotting expression on Ellie’s face.

“Hey if your thinkin what I think your thinkin, leave me out of it, heaven forbid he found out I told you”

“Hmm fair enough” Ellie replied and seemed to let it go as her and Tommy mostly sat in silence for the rest of the ride back, but despite his warnings, she couldn’t help but imagine his older brother in stitches, and strength be dammed she was eager to make the old man laugh, any way she could.

With a week an a half gone by, Ellie had practically forgotten her whole plans to make Joel laugh. Between hunting trips, chores around the stables, and helping out Maria, there was no real time for her to even think about it. But, it happen to be a rare lazy Sunday for both her and Joel, with neither of the having duties to attend to today. Although in the Miller house, there was no such thing as a “lazy day”, as Joel found himself up underneath the kitchen sink while Ellie, of course, found herself perpetually bothering him.

“So what is it your trying to do?”

Joel sighed, “ For the 4th time kid, the pipe is leakin’ and I can’t figure out why it ain’t workin’ when I fixed this shit 2 weeks ago.” Joel let out a frustrated grunt as he attempted to turn a wrench on the pipe letting out a perpetual drip every few seconds. Although the frustration in his voice was mostly from annoyance from Ellie’s constant pestering.

“I thought contractors were supposed to be good at this kinda stuff.” Ellie stood with her arms crossed, onlooking Joel as he had himself wedged up with most of his upper body underneath the sink and head lamp on to light his view of the pipe.

Joel sighed once again. “This is plumbing, not contractor stuff”

“Oh, so you just suck at plumbing?”

“Would you just—just go find something else to do” Joel didn’t even break eye contact with the pipe, he was just done with Ellie’s constant nagging, especially on what was supposed to be his day off.

Ellie rocked back and forth on her heels.

“Alright, but just remember you asked for this” she rushed over to her backpack that laid on the couch to pull out a beaten up copy of No Pun Intended: Volume Too. She then rapidly flipped the pages as she walked back into the kitchen to join Joel once again.

“Hey Joel, why shouldn’t you trust stairs?”

Joel muttered under his breath “Here we fucking go again”

Ellie didn’t dare wait for a proper response.

“Because their always, up to something!” Ellies over exaggerated response to the joke left her with a huge grin on her face, but she was getting nothing from Joel except grunts from his fight with the kitchen sink, so her attempts must continue.

“Ok ok, you’ll like this one. I used to hate facial hair. But thennnnnn it grew on me!” She once again ended in her iconic cheeky grin, but Joel was already exhausted of her none sense two jokes in.

“Ellie, this is actually worse than torture, just-please go make yourself busy elsewhere” His half joking half absolutely serious tone seemed to discourage Ellie’s spirit a bit, but something clicked in her as he spoke, and that devious plotting expression returned to her face.

Ellie, being the spitfire that she is, took no consideration into what the consequences of her actions would be, but as she inched closer and closer to Joel, the only thoughts in her head was how much fun she was about to have.

“Geez talk about torture Joel, i think you might onto something”

She had finally positioned her self right next to Joel’s body underneath the sink and that’s when she attacked.

“Ellie what the hell are yoUOHC-”

She dove her hands around the thighs of the man wedged up underneath the sink. She could barely get a good grip with his thick work jeans getting in the way, but she managed her best to squeeze right above both of his kneecaps as hard as she could. Joel caught his words and incoming laughter in his mouth and managed to swallow them all, leaving only awkward grunts to escape him. His legs began to twitch, trying to fight off the teen with her hands wrenched around his legs. He began to attempt to scoot out from underneath the sink to properly defend himself when Ellie decide to switch her tactics.

“You lihitle sHiHIHIT DOHONT-”

Panicking after seeing Joel’s initial response, Ellie dove her hands into his sides and she soon began to smile. With his head in close proximity to the pipe, Joel couldn’t risk any aggressive moves escaping from underneath the sink, but luckily for Ellie this also meant he could escape the onslaught of tickles she was dealing him at the moment. Ellie’s smile only grew as she now realized just how ticklish Joel was, watching as his stiffened grunted outbursts began to turn into actual resentful laughter under her touch. He even attempted to push Ellie away with what little strength he had at this point, but Ellie was quite quick, repositioning herself up and around the man to never get caught. From what Tommy had told her, she knew there was no one way she could give Joel a break without him retaliating, so she had her hands digging into the old man at super sonic speed, probably only worsening the experience for Joel himself.

“You motherfucker why don’t you laugh at my jokes like this?”

“Y-YoHoUH ASAHASS”

“That’s nhot an answer Joel!”

Joel could simply not handle the torment from Ellie. Being pinned as well as completely caught off guard caused the man to begin to succumb to the electrified touch of Ellie, each poke and kneed into the man’s sides causing a wheezing laugh that would occasionally break out into genuine giggles when he couldn’t tough it out any longer.

Ellie found herself giggling along side him, she had never seen Joel quiet this joyful, and there was no way in hell she’d ever let him forget this.

Joel in his fight against his sensitivity took a calculated swipe at Ellie, in a panicked response she threw her hands underneath the man’s arms to which his body responded with jerks and jolts as he-

Dung

“Oho shihitttt”

Ellie’s smile slowly faded as put an abrupt stop to her torture and scooted a few feet back on the floor as the man underneath the sink was now completely vertical and rubbing the side of his head with his hand after obliterating it into the pipe he was working on, which unfortunately, was still dripping in a rhythm. They both sat in a tense silence. Ellie unaware how badly she might have hurt Joel, didn’t know how to comfort or even help him at this point.

After what felt like years, Joel began to slowly pull himself up and out from underneath the sink, scoffing or grunting with pain with each heavy movement until finally slumping his upper body up against the lower cabinets. With his hand burying his face, even though Ellie was facing him their was no way to tell just how hurt, or more importantly for Ellie, just how angry he was. The pair sat facing each other on the kitchen floor, continuing their tense silence until Ellie just couldn’t take it any longer.

“Hey, Joel i-i’m real sorry I didn-”

“Could y-you j-just grab some ice” Joel cut her off more gruffly than usual, but he didn’t look up or move his hand.

“Y-yeah of course ” Ellie had a doe-like expression on her face as she scurried to her feet and grabbed a pack of ice from the freezer. She feared she may have pushed too far.

She knelt down next to him and he gestured for her to place it against the right side of his head and she obliged. Ellie watch as Joel went to take it from her hand when all of a sudden, he jerked to grab her wrist instead.

“hEYA-UH!”

Im what seemed like miliseconds, Joel whipped the teen by her wrist around him, grabbing her other arm and whipping himself around in order to place her firmly up against the cabinets where he once sat. He then grabbed her upper biceps as if he was to hold her in place there.

“ WHAt the fuck Joel I thought you were fucking hurt!” Ellie’s genuinely shocked and angry tone was followed by kicking and attempts at squirming away but Tommy was unfortunately right, that asshole is way too strong.

“What the hell do you think your doing-g-gettin’ on me like that?” Joels tone was stern but he seemed to stumble over his words a bit, almost as if he was a bit embarrassed over his vulnerability with Ellie just minutes prior.

Ellie still frustratedly trying to shake Joel’s hands off her to no avail replied.

“Well you’re such a grump how the hell else am I supposed to get you to- i dunno have fucking joy?” After she finished her sentence she slowly brought her struggles to a stop and look up with that memorable cheeky grin.

“You gotta admitttttt it was prehettty fuhunny Johoel ” She sillily shook her shoulders back and forth as she giggled at the recent memories of Joel in stitches underneath the sink.

For some reason, it never registered in Ellie’s silly little brain that Joel would try to get her back somehow. The pair didn’t have much of a history of physical touch in their relationship so Ellie was half expecting a lecture on how just how unsafe what she just did was. After all, other than that one incident in the bunks with Riley, she couldn’t even remember the last time she was tickled.

At this point in time however, Joel’s embarrassment was currently being used for fueling his rage towards the rascal he was holding up against the cabinets, and a disapproving frown began to slip at the edges as Joel developed his own plotting expression. Ellie watched him, still giggling but an inherent sense of panic began flooding her senses, for she knew nothing good could come of this look.

Joel sighed and shook his head.

“Yeahh kid maybe it was, but not nearly as funny as this is about to be.”

Joel let go of his grip on Ellie’s arms to dig his hands into her stomach, to which she responded with a flurry of giggles pouring out of her mouth.

“jOHOHEHEHEL”.

Ellie doubled over as Joel’s hands kneeded at her stomach and sides, there was little strength in her to push the oaf’s hands away and even if their was, Joel had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

“OkOKAHOKAAHAY NOHO ENOUGAHA YOUHU DIHIHICK”

There was constant routine of Sarah ending arguements or fights by leaping onto her father and tickling him until he gave in, it was one of the only things she could hold over his head. Joel obviously let her, he saw how happy it make her to see him loose his mind over her hands squeezing into his ribs. But in the Miller household, revenge is always in order, and just like Sarah giggling absurdly on the couch from Joel’s attacks, Ellie now found herself doing the same on the kitchen floor.

“ IHI CAHAHNAHT” She could barely get the words out in between the laughter as she was curling herself up into a ball on the floor. Joel’s hands were now squeezing at rapid speeds, all the way up to her armpits and all the way down to her hipbones. Ellie’s eyes where glued shut and snickers and snorts began escaping her as all her strength had run out.

“Nohot so funny now kid huh?” Joel’s grin was cheekier than ever, he loved to see Ellie this giggly, this was her childishness at 100%.

“IHIHI DIHE AHAHA JOEHEHAEL”

Ellie was almost wheezing at this point, Joel had began attacking her knees the same way she did him, where she felt each squeeze jolt throughout her-

Creakkkk-Slam

Tommy looked with wide eyes at the pair on the floor as shut the front door behind him. He had brought over beers for Boggle night at the Miller household when he saw the sight of a giggly Ellie still curled up in a ball as well as his brother, who had stopped his torture and was now giving his brother a stern look.

“You got somethin’ to say to me?” Joel asked his brother with a knowing look at Ellie and then back to him. He was also rubbing Ellies back at this point as she continued to sputter out a few stray giggles, but he had a slight inclination that Ellie didn’t just decide to attack him on her own terms.

Tommy gulped as he walked in slowly and placed the drinks on the table. He took a step back, never breaking eye contact with his brother.

“Uhh Nope”

In blur, Tommy bolted out of the kitchen and sprinted up the stairs. Joel red with anger immediately got to his feet and followed close after.

“GET BACK HERE ASSHOLE”

Ellie finally pulled herself up from the floor as she heard a thud, followed by muffled manly giggles from upstairs.

So much for a lazy Sunday.

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

Lee!father Gregor except it’s skid and pump tryna get him to loosen up

*sniffle* i love you..🥹

[cringemesstickles]

Father and Son

(TickleTober Day 5: Not Ticklish)

Summary: Daniel and Eric had another argument

Pairing: None, this is so incredibly platonic. the fact that I actually have to say that is just- 💀

Word Count: 1,091

A/N: I gave into the feminine urge to mend their relationship

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The tension in the Matthews household was thicker than fog. Eric and Daniel had had another fight, ending with both of them shouting and Daniel storming off and slamming his door.

Eric stood in place, rubbing his temples and contemplating all that was said. It was easy to lose your cool when dealing with an angsty teenager, but perhaps he was too hard on Daniel. After all, he was still just a kid.

As much as Eric wanted to talk to Daniel, he knew the kid needed some time to himself and he didn’t wanna invade his space.

They would sort it out later.

After some time, Eric decided Daniel had probably cooled off by now and decided that now was the time to talk.

He took a deep breath as he stood outside his son’s door, already contemplating what he should say. Finally, he hesitantly knocked.

“Daniel? Can I come in?”

“Whatever..”

With permission granted, he turned the doorknob and entered the room where Daniel laid on his bed with his arms crossed over his chest, an expression of irritation on his face.

Eric sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

For a moment, the two sat in uncomfortable silence, both having a hard time looking at one another.

Finally, the man spoke.

“Look, son, I know I haven’t been as… present as I should be.” He started, trying to find the right words. “I know the divorce has been difficult for you and I just wanted to apologize for everything I said… I shouldn’t have been so hard on you, and I’m sorry.”

Daniel seemed to contemplate the apology before giving an awkward nod.

“It’s whatever… I was kind of a douchebag too.”

With the awkward exchange over with, the tense atmosphere still remained, though less suffocating than before. Eric knew he had to lighten the mood.

Thinking back to when Daniel was little, he suddenly got an idea. An idea that would either lighten the mood, or make Daniel hate him forever.

“Hey, Danny… are you still ticklish?” He asked, looking at his son to watch for his response.

And what a response it was.

Daniel quickly sat up and pulled his legs close to himself, his cheeks turning pink as his eyes formed a wary gaze.

“No, I’m not ticklish.. I outgrew that years ago!” He claimed defensively, though there was a tinge of nervousness in his voice.

Daniel often wore a tough facade. He’d built himself a wall of teenage angst and he refused to let it break. Though he knew that if the knowledge of his ticklishness resurfaced, that would get washed down the drain.

Eric was unconvinced. He knew his son too well for that lie to work.

“Daniel, how are we going to build a better relationship if we can’t be honest with ourselves.” There was a playful tone to his voice. Deciding to put his son’s claim to the test, - even though he knew it was a lie - he finally reached over and dug into Daniel’s sides, earning a surprised squawk from the teenager.

“ACK- Dahad!”

The rare sound of laughter filled the room, Daniel squirming and shoving at his father’s hands, his facade broken almost instantly.

Seeing his angsty teenage son laughing and smiling like a child truly melted the detectives heart. It had been too long since he’d seen the kid look so free and happy; the usual scowl replaced with a bright smile, just like the one he wore when he was a child.

“Well, Danny, I’m starting to think that you lied about not being ticklish.” He teased, relishing in his sons laughter.

Daniel’s laughter grew louder when the tickling fingers moved upwards to his ribs, massaging the bones and digging into his back ones, sending ticklish sparks shooting through his nervous system.

“STOHOHOP! YOU’RE S-SO AHAH- AHAHANNOYING!!” The kid shouted through his guffaws, though there was a hint of glee in his voice, showing that he didn’t hate this as much as he claimed.

“Well, am I as annoying as you are ticklish?” “YEHEHES!!” Daniel walked right into the trap.

“So you admit you’re ticklish!”

Daniel’s face turned red, realizing what the answer implied and immediately regretting his response. He kicked his legs and bucked his hips, tears of mirth forming at the corners of his eyes.

Eric recalled all of Daniel’s tickle spots, remembering one in particular that used to get some pretty big reactions.

“If memory serves- and mine is never wrong- you used to be pretty ticklish riiiight here!” He shoved his fingers under Daniel’s arms, scratching at the sensitive hollows.

Daniel let out a childish squeal, throwing his head back with unrestrained joy, gluing his arms to his sides and trapping his fathers hands.

“DAHAHAHAD!!! NOT THEHEHERE-”

The teenager was in stitches. He couldn’t remember the last time he laughed so hard, if at all. It was almost freeing in a way.

“Told you I was never wrong. You might be even more ticklish than when you were little, son!”

Eric was enjoying this moment just as much as Daniel, his chest tightened with affection for his kid, looking at his rosy cheeks and scrunched up nose and seeing the bright little boy that he raised.

In this moment, Daniel wasn’t an angsty teenager, he was just a kid.

Not wanting to push too far, Eric let up, pulling back and ruffling the kids hair.

Daniel laid catching his breath, a smile still glued to his face.

“You’re such an ahahass…” He tried to glare at his father, but it wasn’t very menacing due to the rosy cheeks and goofy smile.

“Watch it, son. Unless you want a round two-”

“Nonononono!! I’m good I’m gohohood!” The giggling teenager held up his hands defensively, sitting back up and shaking his head.

Eric laughed and pat his son on the shoulder, assuring that there would be no more tickles for the time being.

The earlier tension had been lifted, replaced by a comforting atmosphere. When Daniel finally calmed down, Eric wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close, holding him in a side hug.

“I love you, Danny. No matter how many arguments we have, you’ll always be my kid.”

Daniel smiled at that and leaned into the hug.

“I know. I love you too, dad…”

“Wow, not too cool to tell your old man you love him?” The elder grinned.

Daniel snorted.

“Shut up.”

With their differences set aside, the two would continue to improve their relationship, father and son.

[potatohater]

Funny Feeling

Fandom: The last of us

Characters: Ellie, Joel

Words: 466

farther/daughter bonding because it makes me feel better

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“You okay?” Joel whispered as he saw small bruise on Ellie’s stomach. Concerned look in his eyes explored her.

“Yeah, I guess” she looked at her bare skin with a dark spot next to her right side.

He sighed, stretching his hand out to touch it, wondering did it hurt, but all of a sudden she flinched a bit, and he heard how her breath stopped for a split second. Dark eyes met in the moonlight, waiting for each other next moves.

Joel eye widened, quickly removing his hand quiet “Sorry” echoed through the room.

“Didn’t hurt, just funny feeling” Joel heard as a response from a smaller girl fixing her shirt.

He needed a split second to understand her. Small smile cracked his neutral facade and he chuckled quietly, but she probably didn’t hear it.

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A few days later, Joel woke up in the middle of the night just to find out the girl sitting next to him alone, looking at the small watch in her hands, flipping it from the one side to another.. wait was it his watch? He immediately sat straight; what is she doing?

“Excuse me?” He asked out loud, stretching out one hand while the other rubs his eyes. After a few seconds as nothing happened, he looked at her again. She sat in the same position, but a small grin crawled into her face which she tried to remove. Fingers slipped on the metal clock case.

“Hey, give it to me already” he moved closer to her. As she shook her head lightly he tried to grab it himself but she evaded him, giggling softly.

He looked away from her, scoffing. A small idea popped out in his head. He sat motionless as he lightly dug into her sides with one of hands without warning, still didn’t move.

The girl barked out a laugh, throwing his watch to him immediately. “hehey” a smile was now well seen on her face. He dug a little bit more, but stopped almost straight away. He just wanted to hear it a little longer, maybe a few seconds more. “I gahavE your wahatch bAhaAHHACK” Joel didn’t get the moment when he was chuckling along with her, it felt like he didn’t even smile for decades. He stopped, giving her possibility to breath.

“Dick” Ellie said with a wide smile on her face. “You are the worst”

“Oh believe me, I know” Joes said with a grin, putting his watch back. “And I know that they are broken by the way” his gaze softened in a split second, like he was talking to someone he knew all his life.

Their eyes met again, he thought about how much he got attached to her, she thought that he was her home, wherever she goes.

Bonding.

[trashyswitch]

Co-Parenting Human Kids

Bonnie and Freddy co-parent two kids together. Freddy parents Gregory, and Bonnie parents Rose. Together they play hiding games, tickling games, and even soccer games! And Rose knows a thing or two about soccer...

Part 2 to The Two Glamrock Kids. Link

This fanfic is for @UndertaleSansLuv3 on AO3. I hope you enjoy the sequel!

3...

Freddy and Bonnie were currently playing a game of hide and seek with the kids. The kids, Gregory and Rose, were supposed to be hiding somewhere while the seekers (Freddy and Bonnie) were looking for them. 

“Are they in your bowling alley, Bun?” Freddy asked, speaking to each other through their cell phone system. 

“Nope. The place is completely empty, Ted.” Bonnie replied as he left the bowling alley. 

Freddy headed to the Fazer blast maze next, but found that the maze was completely empty. None of the two kids were in there. He headed to the Fazbear Theater next, hoping to see if the kids were hiding in the darkness of the theater. But he couldn’t hear any shuffling or giggling coming from any children in the theater. So, he left that spot and looked around the area. “Fazer Blast and Fazbear theater are empty.” Freddy said. 

“Hey Ted, what about Gator Golf?” Bonnie asked. 

Freddy shook his head. “I didn’t check yet, Bun.” Freddy admitted. 

“Okay. Can you go check it for me?” Bonnie asked. “I’ll check the fazcade and ask DJ. Okay Ted?” Bonnie replied. 

“Okay, Bun.” Freddy replied as he ended the call. 

Freddy headed to the right, towards the Monty’s Gator Golf area. He walked up to the entrance and headed in. Walking around the green area, Freddy looked around at the putting levels as well as the concession stands and the tree-house. And to Freddy’s surprise, the kids were not in the tree-house! Looking around for a little longer, Freddy scanned the room with his x-ray vision before confirming that the kids were not in the Monty Golf area. 

“The kids are not in Gator Golf, Bun.” Freddy said into the speaker. 

“Hear you loud and clear, ted.” Bonnie joked. 

Freddy walked out of the Gator Golf, and over to the escalator. “I’ll check Floor 2, you check Floor 3, Bun.” Freddy told him. 

“Got it, Ted.” he replied. 

Freddy reached the top of the escalator and hopped off. He walked around a bit, and headed to the Roxy Raceway first. Knowing the place was under construction, Freddy knew he couldn’t go into Roxy’s Raceway. So, he checked the room with his x-ray vision. And…the kids were not in there. So, Freddy turned around. “Roxy Raceway is empty, Bun.” Freddy said. 

“Well, I’d hope so, Ted! It’s under construction!” Bonnie added. 

“Still…you  know the kids, Bon…they usually find a way to get in places they don’t belong.” Freddy told him. 

Bonnie chuckled into the speaker. “Yup…I do, Ted.” He replied. “What about the bakery? I hear stories of kids not being able to resist a cupcake or two.” Bonnie asked. 

“Hmmm…I’ll check.” Freddy said as he turned to look at the large Chica-themed bakery. He walked to the bakery with a smirk. His little audio speakers were already starting to hear the sound of little giggles coming from the bakery. Perhaps that’s them? 

Freddy walked into the bakery door, where he found the still and unresponsive cupcake machine. He found no cupcakes on the conveyor belt, or anything else around the machine for that matter. But still, he could hear the soft little giggles of a girl. He walked closer to the pole, and looked on the other side of it. 

No one…But he could still hear some of those giggles! He looked down, and- 

“There you are-” Freddy declared before gasping and freezing. “And Gregory too!?” Freddy reacted as he picked the two kids up under their arms. “Why are you both hiding together?!” Freddy asked. 

Rose laughed and kicked her feet. “Ihihi tohohold yohou ihit would be a bad idea!” She reacted. 

“Ihihi dohohohon’t wahanna hehehear it, Rohohose.” Gregory giggled back. 

“Wowzers! I haven’t even touched you two, and you’re already laughing!” Freddy let out a laugh. “You’re like a pair of tickle-me-Elmo’s!” Freddy teased. 

“AHAHAM NOHOT!” Gregory yelled. 

“Now now, inside voice.” He reminded them. “Hey Bun! I found the kids! Come to the cupcake shoppe!” Freddy said. 

“Aww man, I was certain they would be at El Chips.” Rose heard from her father, which came from Freddy’s speaker. “Well, you thought wrong, Bun.” Freddy teased. 

“On my way, Ted.” Bonnie replied. 

“Tehed?” Gregory asked. 

“Buhuhun?! Whahat are those?!” Rose asked. 

“Why, they’re code names! Freddy and Bonnie sounded too long for this type of game!” Freddy said. “So we had to make code names for each other.” He added. “Ted is short for teddy, and Bun is short for bunny.” Freddy explained. 

“Ted suhuhuits yohou!” Rose admitted. “Oh Rose…” Freddy started tickling Rose’s belly first. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” Freddy told her before tickling Gregory’s belly as well. “You two have been caught by the evil tickle monster! Feel my fury! RAAWRR!” Freddy teased, wiggling 4 fingers each on both Gregory and Rose’s bellies. 

Gregory squealed and started laughing right away, kicking his feet like an aggressive swimmer out of water. “BAHAHAhahaha! Wahahahait nohohohoho!” Gregory laughed. 

Freddy chuckled. “You’re ticklish little superstars, aren’t you?” Freddy asked with a smirk. Seeing Gregory all giddy and playful will always make him feel happy. Gosh, even just seeing Gregory’s dimples puff out his cheeks, gave Freddy an artificial warm feeling in his chest. 

“FREHEHEHEDDY PLEHEHEHEASE!” Rose begged. “IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” She begged. 

“Do you need me to stop?” Freddy asked. 

“NOHOHO, BUHUHUT-” Rose replied.

“Then I will continue tickling, as per your request!” Freddy replied before he moved an index finger up to her little belly button. “And what about here? Are you ticklish here?” He asked before poking inside her belly button. Rose gasped as her smile grew almost abnormally wide. Gregory couldn’t help but glance over at Rose in time to see her smile. And it was HUGE! He almost began to worry that she could split her face open if her smile grew even a millimeter more! 

And just as fast as her lips grew into that toothy smile, her laughter leaped out of her mouth with pure glee and giddiness. Her wiggles started up right around the same time too, making her move around in a more blurry fashion. Eventually, she threw her head back and started cackling in a whimsical way. It almost felt like flashes of electricity were being moved through her as she tried to wiggle every squirmy feeling out of her body. It was exhilarating! 

Gregory seemed to be laughing quite a bit softer than Rose right now. It seemed like Freddy wasn’t tickling Gregory all that much due to focusing more on Rose than Gregory at this moment. And honestly, Gregory didn’t mind the break. Plus, Gregory rather enjoyed watching Rose throw herself around and laugh heartily in his father figure’s arms. It was amusing and honestly…kinda cute. Not that he would ever admit that, of course. He quickly began to ignore his thoughts and began hoping and praying that Freddy couldn’t read his mind. 

“Alright, break time for Rose.” Someone said to Freddy. Freddy looked up and smiled brightly when he saw who it was: It was Bonnie. “My turn to tickle the wiggle worm.” Bonnie told Freddy. 

Freddy put Rose down with a smile. “Of course!” He replied. Then, Freddy turned to his surrogate son. “And as for YOU, Gregory~” Freddy wiggled his now-free left hand at the wiggly victim within his right arm. Freddy made sure to smirk at Gregory from just above him, to both tease him and intimidate him all at once. And already, it looked like it was working on the boy. “Your doom is starting in 3…” 

Gregory gasped and quickly started to blush. No! NO! NOT THE COUNTING! PLEASE! 

Freddy brought his wiggling fingers closer to Gregory. “2…” 

Gregory squeaked and wiggled somewhat roughly as he watched the giant, orange fingers get closer and closer to his much-too-sensitive skin. Oh no…Here it comes!

Freddy moved his index nail closer to Gregory’s belly button. “1…” 

Gregory started letting out nervous, helpless giggles as he visibly noticed just how close Freddy had gotten to his poor, vulnerable belly button. And with how he was being held, Gregory couldn’t bring his whole arm down to cover it up! So he would have to take it like a man when the finger touches down! 

Freddy very lightly touched the skin surrounding the belly button, and swirled his little nail around it very teasily. “Aaaaand…” 

Gregory started letting out short spurts of giggles as he felt every little touch…every little scratch…every single poke of the animatronic’s nails around his belly button. 

Freddy touched down with all 4 of his fingers. “GO!” He declared, skittering rapidly. 

Gregory let out a sharp squeaky giggle before erupting into high-pitched, hysterical laughter. “HEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHA! FREHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Gregory couldn’t even speak, he was laughing so hard! And the boy could only occasionally breathe in full breathes when Freddy would let him. Though for some reason, the breathing thing was made bearable thanks to Freddy ability to know exactly when Gregory needed more oxygen. How in the world does Freddy know what he needs that well?! Does he read his body with his x-ray vision, or what?! It made no sense!

“Goodness! What a laugh!” Bonnie teased. 

“Is that an insult?” Freddy asked Bonnie with a smirk. 

“What?! No! That was a compliment. I love it.” Bonnie replied. “That was a compliment, right?” Bonnie asked Rose, who was currently being tickled on her open armpit by Bonnie. “YEHEHES! IHIHIT’S AHA COHOMPLIMEHEHEHENT!” Rose replied as best she could. 

“Okay, good. I was going to say…” Freddy added, looking at Rose and Bonnie. 

When Freddy stopped his fingers temporarily, Gregory managed to take in a large breath through his heavy laughter. “THIHIHIS… *huff, huff* Thihihis ihihihihis sohohOHOHO MEHEHEHEHEAN!” Gregory managed to get out right as Freddy’s fingers started up again. 

Freddy couldn’t help but laugh. “Ohoho, I know. But are you having fun?” Freddy asked as he read Gregory’s feelings with his eyes. 

[Anxiety level: 30%] 

[Happiness level: 70%] 

“YEHEHEHEHEAH, IHIHIHI AHAHAHAHAHAM.” Gregory replied as best he could considering the situation. 

“Wonderful! I knew you liked it!” Freddy declared, unintentionally teasing them. 

“IHIHIHI DOHOHON’T. IHIHI TOHOLERAHAHATE IHIHIT!” Gregory told him. 

“Oh my gosh…” Rose muttered. “Are you seriously trying to lie to cover it up?!” Rose asked him. 

“NOHOHO! IHIHIHI SWEHEHEHEHEAR!” Gregory begged. 

Rose gasped. “NO! No swearing!” She ordered. “Bad Gregory.” She added, poking his nose for extra effect. 

“Swearing?!” Freddy gasped. “You just earned yourself more tickles from the tickle monster~!” Freddy teased as he moved his fingers to the boy’s sides. 

Gregory squeaked as Freddy’s fingers moved down to his hips. Gregory threw his head back and guffawed, cackling almost right after. “BAAHAHAHAHA!” Gregory laughed. 

“Oooooh! Sweet spot?” Freddy asked. “Isn’t there an old retro song about hips?” Freddy asked Bonnie. 

“I think so…” Bonnie thought for a moment, having stopped tickling Rose a couple minutes earlier.

“Cahaha…Cahan’t you look it up?” Rose asked, looking at Bonnie. “I could, but that wouldn’t be as fun.” Bonnie replied. 

Freddy stopped tickling Gregory’s hips for a moment. “Yeah. It was by that singer and dancer from the 2010’s.” Freddy added. 

Rose hummed. “Starts with a S-h, I think. I think my Mom made me listen to them, because she made theme songs for the Fifa World Cup.” Rose explained. 

“Oh! I know, I know!” Gregory yelled. “Shania Twain!” Gregory guessed. 

Bonnie looked up the name, and played the first song that showed up on his audioplayer.  🎵Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady

Men's shirts, short skirts, Oh, oh, oh-🎵

“No…Not that one.” Rose replied. 

“Awww…” Gregory muttered. 

Bonnie stopped playing it and thought for a moment. 

Freddy widened his eyes and started to play the song on the audioplayer. 

🎵-'cause this is Africa

Tsamina mina, eh, eh

Waka waka, eh, eh

Tsamina mina zangalewa-🎵

Rose clapped her hands together. “That one!” Rose replied. “Who’s it by?” She asked. 

“Shakira.” Freddy replied. 

“SHAKIRA! Right!” Rose reacted. “That song was for the fifa world cup in 2010! It took place in Africa!” She added. “She also made that other song in 2014, which was good too.” Rose added. 

Freddy read the webpage. “It looks like the 2014 song was called “La La La”.” Freddy read. “But the official song was ‘We Are One (Ole Ola)’ by Pitbull.” Freddy said. 

“Right! Okay.” Rose replied. 

Gregory looked at Rose. “How did you know all that?” Gregory asked. 

Rose giggled. “My mom is a HUGE soccer fan.” She told him. “She always made sure I watched the old live streams of the world cup concerts with her, because ‘this was an important moment in history’.” She explained. “And it turns out…she wasn’t wrong.” Rose added with a smile. 

Gregory nodded his head as he listened. “What was your favorite team?” Gregory asked. Rose laughed. “What do you mean?” Rose asked, tilting her head. Gregory blinked. “Uhh…Soccer teams. For example, my favorite team is the Columbus Crew.” Gregory admitted. 

Rose laughed even harder. “Yohohou have no clue, do you?” Rose teased. 

Gregory tilted his head. “...What?” 

Rose looked at Gregory. “It’s the Fifa World Cup. That means the teams are put together to represent the countries.” Rose explained. “For example, there’s Team America, Team Canada, Team France, Team Brazil…” She further explained. 

“Oooooh…” Gregory muttered, shaking his head and slapping his own forehead with his palm. He felt really stupid. “Sorry…” He said. 

“It’s okay.” Rose replied. “You didn’t know.” 

Gregory bit his lip. “And who won?” Gregory asked. 

“Spain ended up winning in 2010.” Rose told him. 

“And Germany won in 2014.” Bonnie added. 

“Okay.” Gregory replied. 

Rose looked around the room. “I miss playing soccer sometimes…” Rose admitted. 

Gregory looked at Rose. “Really?”

Rose nodded her head. “Yeah.” She replied. 

Gregory thought for a moment, and looked around the pizzeria. He started to walk around the baking machinery. “Follow me.” Gregory told Rose, offering her his hand. 

Rose did as he told, and followed him out of the bakery. They walked around the pizzeria a bit before moving to an open area with tons of space. “Why don’t we play soccer?” Gregory asked. 

Rose tilted her head. “One on one? Or two on two?” She asked with a smirk. 

Gregory shrugged his shoulders as he pulled off his socks. “Depends if they can kick a sock ball around.” Gregory said as he rolled his socks into a ball. 

Rose smiled and took off her own shoes. “The shoes can be the net creases.” She said, lining her shoes up. 

Gregory nodded as he placed his own shoes on the other side of the playing ‘field’. Then, he walked up to Rose. “Put your socks on mine.” Gregory told her. 

Rose laughed and shook her head. “Eww! Gross!” She reacted. 

“If you put your socks on top of mine, then it’ll look bigger.” Gregory told her. 

Rose looked at the socks nervously. Does she ignore him and keep the soccer ball tiny? Or…does she risk her socks getting a little bit smelly so they can have a slightly bigger makeshift soccer ball? 

Rose finally smiled and removed her socks, before offering the boy her hand. “Sock-er ball, please.” Rose told him. 

Gregory laughed and handed the sock ball to her. With the sock ball in her hand, Rose wrapped her left sock around the ball and tucked it in. With that done, Rose wrapped her right sock around the ball next, making sure to cover the end hole of the left sock up with the toe-end of the right sock. With the sock hole open, she folded it in and wrapped a pony elastic around the ball. “And presto! A sock-er ball~” She declared. 

The sock-er ball was roughly the size of a white and red baseball now. And it was just big enough to be kicked around. “Ready to play?” Gregory asked. 

Rose nodded her head as she dropped it to the ground. “Play ball!” She declared, starting to kick it around. Gregory started trying to get it from her so he could kick it around too. But almost immediately,  Rose’s soccer skills became obvious. She was really good. But, Gregory was fast and strategic. So, he began to wonder if his soccer skills would be a good challenge for her. 

Only one way to find out! START!