#ler!lippman

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For the anon that requested the ler flags fic!! I had so much fun writing this (i also finished stormbringer today and i’m not doing well!)

warnings: Teaming up, swearing!!

‼️‼️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC. IF YOURE NOT INTO THAT THEN SCROLL‼️‼️

It all started with Piano man. Stupid piano man. 

"Say, iceman, how come you never smile?" The question wasn't unwarranted, in its own right. It was true, Iceman really didn't smile. Not often, and when he did, they were small. Not wide grins like albatross or sly smirks like piano man. Just. Small ones. Though this not to say they weren't quite charming. 

"I do." The man raised an eyebrow in counter. 

"No you don't."

"Certainly not enough." Another member's attention was caught by the situation. Lippman. "You have such a charming smile, you should show it more!" 

One slender finger prodded at the stoic man's cheek. It caused a slight upturn in the corners of his lips before he quickly pressed it down. 

"Playing hard to get, eh?" A third voice entered the conversation. It belonged to albatross. He was grinning. "You guys thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Of course." 

"Mhm." Piped a fourth voice from the crowd, belonging to Doc. And then, suddenly, all four men pounced on the fifth, attacking him with a series of prods and skitters around his torso. He couldn't help but laugh. 

Chuuya flushed. The ginger had been watching the whole thing go down from a couch opposing that of the one Iceman sat on. Playful battle cries and "get him!"s came from the crowd as they attacked. It reminded Chuuya of the first time he'd been tickled. Of course it was Dazai, who else would it have been? Chuuya recalled when the brunette had burst into his apartment on a whim, much to Chuuya's protest, and pinned him down to test whether or not it would work. And, well, it did. Very well. Chuuya sank into the cushions of the couch as he watched the encounter. 

"Get off of me!" Cried the victim of the attack gruffly as he began to fight the others off. After a minute or two of fighting, the attackers retreated while snickering to themselves. A feeling of dread filled Chuuya's stomach. He hoped they just wouldn't notice how red he was or the way he was practically sunk into the couch. 

"You good?" Chuuya flinched violently. The ginger hadn't realized Albatross had made his way over to him. The strawberry blonde man wore a proud grin from the previous attack. 

"Yeah, fine." Chuuya responded in his totally not defensive or suspicious tone. Albatross raised an eyebrow. 

"You sure? Because you seem red."

"He does, doesn't he?" Chuuya flinched again as he heard Piano man's voice from behind. 

"Jesus fuck stop sneakin up on me like that!"

"Why?" Chuuya flinched again as a third voice entered the mix with a soft, silk smooth chuckle. Its owner lifted up a strand of Chuuya's hair. "Does it make you nervous?~" 

Butterflies felt like they overtook Chuuya's stomach as the attention was focused on him suddenly. This was just like how they were talking to Iceman before they—

"AH! What the hell!?" Chuuya yelped out. A fourth had appeared. The previous victim, speak of the devil, had come up behind him, replacing Piano man and grabbing both Chuuya's wrists. He pulled them upwards. "Iceman, let me go!" 

"His face is getting redder." Observed Doc as he approached as well. This was not good. Not good at all. He couldn't even repress a squeak as a finger, he didn't know who's, prodded in between his ribs. A chorus of cooes and fond looks erupted around him. He felt his cheeks go warmer.

"G-go to hell, all of you!" He tried to sound intimidating and glare, but he could seem to shake the shy, giddy feeling in his stomach. "Let me go!"

"Talk about doesn't smile enough." Spoke the sly voice of Piano man behind him to his right. Chuuya's eyes widened as he felt the blondes' fingers begin to scratch under his arms. "You're always grumpy about something."

Chuuya's breath caught in his throat. The touch was.. different from that of Dazai. It was sort of slow, and the calluses on piano man's fingers made it feel different to the soft fingers of the brunette. Chuuya was quick to hold his breath, turning his head to hide in his arm. "St–op."

"Now look who's playing hard to get~" Giggled the sweet voice of Lippman. Chuuya felt another touch, against his neck this time. Lippmann's fingers were soft and manicured, and his well kept fingernails grew out a little past the tips of his fingers. Said fingers lightly glided along Chuuya's neck, drifting up and fluttering behind his ears. This caused a squeak from the ginger boy. He buried his face further into the sleeve of his arm. 

These reactions almost shocked the group. Had the intimidating gravity manipulator, the ex king of the sheep, really just squeaked like that from a little touch on his neck? Well now they just had to keep going. 

"Lemme have a crack at it." Grinned the strawberry blond sat next to him. Albatross had a knack for finding people's ticklish spots in seconds, sort of the way Iceman knew when someone was using an ability around him. He shooed away the other hands, looking Chuuya up and down before grinning even wider. Both his hands reached for Chuuya's hips. 

"Piss off!" Growled the ginger, suddenly fighting much harder. Both his legs swung up, kicking at Albatross's chest, doing anything in his power to keep the other away from his hips. Piano man swiftly grabbed Chuuya's ankles to keep him still as he swore and threatened. 

"I think you may have struck gold." Snickered the blonde man holding Chuuya down. 

A shriek erupted from the slender boy's lips as Albatross reached the spot, thumbs digging into the soft muscle right above his hip. He tried everything in his power to pull down his arms. Butterflies swarmed around his stomach as giggles fell from his lips now. They were bright and squeaky, not the kind you would expect from an individual such as Chuuya. He could've sworn even Iceman cooed in aww at the noise. "SToHOP IT StoP it plEHEaSe!" 

Each member of the group was starstruck by the reaction. Nobody predicted the mafiosos laugh to be so, well, cute. Two fingers hooked around Chuuya's jawline, pulling his face from its hiding place. 

"Such a pretty smile, you should be on tv, Chuuya." Cooed Lippmann. Fingernails lightly traced and fluttered around Chuuya's neck and behind his ears, ever so gently. It caused little squeaks to escape. "Awhh he's so squeaky~"

"How about here?"

"NO!" Chuuya yelped out in protest as Piano man's fingers skittered up behind his knees. His legs quickly shot up to his chest defensively. Piano man snickered softly. 

"Here, Doc, I'll hold his ankles, you get him."

The dark haired man nodded. It wasn't hard to grab onto Chuuya's ankles again. As much as the boy tried to fight, he was preoccupied being brought to stitches by the other two. Even more so when the dark haired man's fingers crawled up behind his knees. Though his fingernails were blunt, they still served their purpose Very well.

Chuuya's head shook back and forth. This was torture, each feeling was electric and made his skin jump. And the way they kept cooing and teasing him didn't help matters. But the worst part was he didn't. Hate it. As embarrassing as it was, it was kind of nice feeling so close with his friends. Close enough to where they would touch him, and clearly weren't all that scared of him, unlike the sheep. It felt. Nice. 

"AAAH OKAY STOPSTOPSTOP—!" The moment they heard the words, they all backed off. Iceman released his wrists which quickly came down. He curled his knees up to his chest. Chuuya fought to regain his breath and, for a moment, he was scared. Nervous that he'd scared them off by yelling like that. But upon opening his eyes, he found nothing but fond smirks and smiles down at him. He glared. "All of you, dead to me." 

The words earned a laugh from the crowd, as well as some fond hair ruffles as they went back to their seats, talking as usual. Chuuya, behind his knees, smiled a little. 

Maybe he could be comfortable here after all.