#ticklish!allura

[z0mb13p0sts]

Ahhh!! Nobody asked for this (sadly) but I'm doing it anyway. Voltron tk headcanons!! :D

Hc's under the cut!!

Shiro:

Eh, most people would think that he is quite ticklish, but that's not really the case.

He is ticklish, yes, but only around 4/10 on the tk scale, which (compared to others) isn't much.

He's not much of a lee, but he is a RUTHLESS ler, Keith and confirm after living with Shiro and enduring his frequent ler moods for years on end 😅.

Only ticklish spots are behind his knees, his ears and the back of his neck where his hair ends and meets his back.

He uses his strong ass mechanic arm to pin his lee's hands down and tickle the SHIT out of them 😭.

Very skilled ler.

85% ler, 15% lee.

Adam would 100% tickle him even knowing he's not that ticklish.

Hunk:

Actually quite ticklish, around a 6.5/10 on the scale.

55% ler and 45% lee.

Worst spot is his top sets of ribs.

Vibrating your fingers at the top of his ribs make his laugh wheezy and hiccup-y.

Very flustered when teased.

"Coochie coochie coo!" and "tickle tickle tickle" work really well on him.

When he's a ler, he's very gentle, he doesn't use rough tickles, be used soft ones like pokes and light traces.

Though these work really well on his lees

Lance:

Growing up being the older sibling with lots of younger siblings, he's very experienced in this type of stuff.

75% ler, 25% lee.

Just because he's mainly a ler doesn't mean he isn't ticklish himself.

Solid 8/10 on the tk scale

Worst spots are his armpits, belly anddd.. neck

Wrecks EVERYBODY in Voltron, literally.

Teases everybody

They're TERRIBLE.

He doesn't even have to touch his lee, he can just tease and they'd already be giggling.

Skilled ass ler

Like, terrifyingly skilled

Keith:

OH MY GOD MY BABYNYBYBYBYBTB

I love him so much I cant ..

14/10 on the tk scale

THE MOST TKLISH IN VOLTRON

90% lee, 10% ler

Worst spots are: back of the neck (i totally didn't add that because of his mullet and the headcanon that his mullet tks his neck ..) , thighs, feet, armpits, hips, under his chin, his back and his palms.

Basically every spot IMAGINABLE.

When he's galra, scratch under his chin, he let's out the sweetest giggles

Lance does this .. (Klance IS real trust me ..)

Shiro has the WORST ler moods and KEITH is ALWAYS the victim of these attacks

Their brotherly bond makes me cry I love brotherly sheith (NOT THE SHIP. I HHHAAAAATTTTTEEEEEE SHEITH AS A SHIP.)

Only Shiro, Lance, Hunk and Allura know that Keith is tklish.

Allura knows because her mice saw Shiro and Lance wreck Keith and they told her

Pidge:

Not tklish.

whatsoever.

maybe on her hands, like scratching the skin between her fingers will make her chuckle, but nothing else.

It's crazy, you'd think Pidge WOULD be tklish, but she's not

These both aren't tklish, alteans (or however you spell it, idk) aren't.

Not one bit.

THESE ARE SO LAZY AND OLD I'M SO SORRY I'M NOT ACTIVE ANYMORE, I'VE BEEN HAVING A LOT OF LIFE PROBLEMS RECENTLY AND I DECIDED TO POST THIS DRAFT TO MAKE UP FOR IT ..

[ticklish-ghost]

So you know. I Personally think Shiro ticklish everywhere. But. I think his Most ticklish spots are his hips, thighs, underarms and neck. Anyways i am So disappointed I haven't seen tickle-related alien things so far. Because OBVIOUSLY there can be a thousand of different races that revovle around tickling (I'm being very dramatic and silly). And when you're the Leader, well you're often the one who has to go talk to them first- if it's not Allura.. Not to mention the high tech. And also the lions themselves. I feel there was some potential lost there. The lions when they play with their paladins teehee #bonding

[waltwhitmansbeard]

turned my water into wine - linked drabbles

these drabbles are labeled by the ask meme prompt, when relevant, or a brief description of the scene. these descriptions may contain spoilers for my fair lady or go on, claim my heart.

#1-10

#1: Derrig and the Blades #2: Keyleth and Vax in the castle gardens #3: Vax calls Keyleth Kiki for the first time #4: Young Keyleth uses magic for the first time #5: Allura almost catches Keyleth and Vax #6: Vex, Percy, and Pike discuss their friends' wedding #7: Needing their cuddles even though they have something else to do #8: Korrin asks Vax to be Keyleth's bodyguard #9: Keyleth meets her new bodyguards #10: "Your problem is my problem."

#11-20

#11: Knowing where they're most ticklish #12: Understanding each other without words #13: Vex tells Korrin that Keyleth is alive #14: Not accepting that it's time to start the day, and pinning them onto the mattress with either your whole body, a leg, or more risque touches #15: "I love how your pulse races for me." #16: Kerrek offers Keyleth some words of wisdom #17: Delirious, you just confessed your love, and I tell you it back immediately, even if you may not remember #18: Vax and Korrin bond with baby Vilya #19: Craving their company after a stressful day #20: Vax comforts a pregnant Keyleth

#21-30

#21: A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards #22: Weak, sweaty kisses because it's unbearably hot #23: "Let me be a mom for a second and tuck you in." #24: "I wasn't sure how much longer I could have taken this." #25: Catching the other one crying shortly after and immediately feeling an overwhelming wave of guilt crash onto you #26: Feeling guilty so you perform an act of kindness (ex: making them their fave food) as an indirect apology #27: Trying to make a family portrait but the child is always blinking/fooling around #28: Being in awe by how small everything is on a child #29: "No wonder. They're just like their mama/papa/parent." #30: "Just be careful, okay?"

#31-40

#31: "You should be in bed." "And you should be there with me." #32: "I'm not that sick!" #33: Remembering tiny things about the other #34: Consoling hugs #35: "I'm beginning to be very fond of you." #36: The first time Keyleth feels Vilya kick #37: Watching the child(ren) being in awe of the simplest things #38: "I love the fact that I was your first." #39: "They told me you'd be trouble. Clearly that was an understatement." #40: "Here. Squeeze my hand if it hurts."

#41-50

#41: Kisses to reassure themself that they are really safe #42: Tracing over scars #43: Vilya and Vesper playing together under the cherry tree #44: Kissing hipbones #45: A platonic/family drabble #46: A platonic/family drabble #47: "I made pancakes!" #48: "Why haven't you been eating?" #49: "Did you come all the way over here just to say that?" #50: Grog, Vilya, and Vesper

#51-60

#51: Vilya and the twins #52: "Your wish is my command."

[bubblegum-switch]

Louder, My ‘Lee

Enjoy some definitely pre-established!Klance and I-don’t-even-know-when!Shallura.

Title: Louder, My ‘Lee

Themes: ‘Ler/Implied-ticklish!Keith, ‘Lee/ticklish!Lance, ‘Ler/Implied-ticklish!Shiro, ‘Lee/ticklish!Allura, Keith being mean and teasy, seriously there���s lots of verbal teasing, Shallura being fluffy, Shiro and Allura being dorks, Lance being most of the ‘lees in the community, Hunk and Pidge also being bros, Lance being adorable and kind-of insecure about liking The Thing™, the author shamelessly projecting their life onto characters for the sake of writing and being put into Such A Mood because of it, and a contest that would Kill The Author Personally, fuck this is so improbable regardless of anything don’t look at me, but hey thanks for 50 followers i can’t believe how thirsty we all are for klance content, also i’m like 99% sure there won’t be a part 2 because of how similar it would be to this one

Rating: Pretty tame but… Keith is a teasy bastard… it’s all SFW tho seriously

Word Count: app. 2.5k

(A/N: Yes, that is how they catch shrimp, yes that is what they call it, and yes I had to sit through a documentary that it was part of while my father was right next to me so… fun times. But I guess it paid off lmao)

The six – sans Coran who currently had the slipperies – were eating dinner. Naturally, Hunk made the food at this point and their days of Food Goo were long in the past. They’d pushed the chairs closer together so the three chairs on each side were nearly touching, since now it felt weird having so much space between them.

Keith sat in-between Pidge and Lance on one side while Shiro sat in-between Hunk and Allura on the other. They all ate their food happily with little bits of conversation popping up here and there, but mostly the hall was quiet as they were enjoying their dinner.

“Mmm, this is fantastic, Hunk, one of your best dishes yet!” Lance mused as he took another large bite.

Hunk smiled proudly. “I figured you’d like it, Lance. It was the closest to seafood as I could find.”

“If we were back on Earth, I’d never know it wasn’t shrimp! It tastes like home, man,” he praised, taking another chomp.

“It really is excellent, Hunk,” Allura chimed in. “But what’s shrimp?” she asked none of them in particular.

Shiro chuckled fondly. “They’re these little animals that live in the ocean. People catch them with these special nets and then you can cook them in a lot of different ways. I could be wrong but I think they’re one of the most popular kinds of seafood back on Earth.”

Pidge piped up from her bite of food. “Wait, ‘special’ nets? I didn’t know they were any different.”

Lance felt his face grow just a shade pinker, and he heard Keith snicker under his breath next to him, but whether Keith noticed the blush, or merely knew what Lance was thinking was unknown to him. Both were possible. Living on an island with lots of seafood had very few disadvantages, but this was one: Lance knew a lot about catching seafood. The blue paladin was mentally begging for no one to explain it to Pidge.

Of course, Shiro decided to. “Well, I don’t quite remember all the details, but the nets have fronds or extra strings or something on them to, heh, ‘agitate’ the shrimp to pick them up in the net.” He smirked. “They call it ‘The Shrimp Tickler,’ because apparently shrimp are ticklish.”

Pidge, Keith, and Hunk all laughed. Lance forced a few uncomfortable and nervous chuckles from his reddened face, and Allura just looked like she was thinking.

“What’s up Allura?” Pidge asked, smiling.

“I don’t think that ‘shrimp’ – at least the ones I’m familiar with – would have an advanced enough nervous system to feel such a thing.” She looked at the oldest paladin. “Shiro, you aren’t playing another trick on me, are you?”

Lance – who was now of course hyper-alert at this point – saw the predatory grin on Shiro’s face, and would’ve hid his own face if he wanted to call attention to himself.

Shiro turned towards the alien princess. “How could you accuse me of such a thing?” He said with mock-hurt. “I mean if we have to test my statement—”

He reached out and squeezed her side, and she squeaked. “Shiro! I’m not—” but she quickly dissolved into giggles as he ran his fingers up and down her sides.

“See Allura? Shrimps are ticklish!” he smiled, laughing along with her.

“I cahan behe tahahaller than yohohu!”

“Aw yeah, get her Shiro!” Hunk shouted, laughing too.

Lance was trying to ignore it but knew he was staring. He knew it was only a matter of time until someone noticed him…

“Like what you see?” Keith whispered into his ear, and Lance knew that voice very well.

Lance froze and didn’t respond, but a small smile leaked past his lips and betrayed his feelings. He bit his lip to try to hide it but Keith took notice of that, too.

“Hm? Are you jealous of Allura?” Keith said just loud enough to put a teasing tone into his voice, but not nearly loud enough to be heard by the others.

Luckily for Lance, the others were too preoccupied to notice: Shiro was still tickling Allura, and Pidge and Hunk were betting each other on if Allura was going to turn the tables. No one noticed the boy squirming in his chair with a face that almost matched his “tormentor’s” lion.

“Do you wish you were Allura and I was Shiro?” Keith teased in that same voice, and snaked his arm around Lance’s waist and lightly drummed him fingers against the taller boy’s side while pulling him just a little closer. Lance bit his lip harder and tried to not show anything was happening. Keith knew from the silence that Lance was pretty much dying (re: melting) on the inside.

When they were alone Lance wouldn’t even try to stay quiet because he didn’t care if he was laughing during his arguments or not, so he could refute anything and hold his own (more or less). But now? Lance was trying as hard as he could not to do anything so no one would notice.

How funny, Keith thought, amused to no end by it, he loves being the center of attention but now he can’t stand it. He was so proud of that statement he had formed in his mind, that he whispered it into Lance’s ear. He made sure to brush his lips and his breath against the blue paladin’s ever-so-sensitive ears as he did so, just to make him shiver and nearly leak out a giggle.

“Why don’t you laugh for me?” Keith teased softly, then nearly laughed himself as he got another thought. “Maybe Shiro and I should have a contest… who can get their ‘lee to laugh louder?” He saw Lance’s face grow redder than he thought possible, maybe it was the notion of the suggestion itself or the fact that he called Lance his ‘lee. He changed his hand so it was teasing at bare skin under Lance’s shirt, just ever-so-softly tickling above the waistband of his jeans.

Lance may have been yelling “no” in his mind repeatedly after that suggestion, but he loved what was happening. Not necessarily the fact that it was in front of everyone – that was awfully mean of Keith – but… he really loved Keith and he also really loved being tickled so he’d take it. He knew Keith would stop if he could tell Lance wasn’t enjoying himself, so he wasn’t too worried. But also… he wasn’t sure how much Keith was joking about that little “game” that he suggested. He knew that Keith knew it would embarrass him, but if somebody noticed how much “trouble” Lance was having then… oh god he hoped no one would notice. That just might give Keith the opportunity to do so.

Keith’s hand shot to Lance’s stomach as he saw that Shiro’s hand had switched to Allura’s. Allura’s laughter increased in volume as Lance nearly jumped out of his skin, a sharp laugh escaping his lips before he slammed them shut again and was left shaking in his seat. Luckily for him, Allura drowned him out sound-wise. Unluckily for him, Pidge saw the motion out of the corner of her eye and noticed that Keith’s hand mirrored Shiro’s. She met eyes with Keith and smirked. She met eyes with Shiro and raised her eyebrows, seemingly having a nonverbal conversation with both of them. She looked back at Hunk, who smiled a knowing smile.

“So, my little green friend,” Hunk began, much to the blue paladin’s chagrin, “shall we propose a new wager?”

Lance’s stomach dropped. Nooooo…

“And what might that wager be, Hunk?” Pidge asked with mock-innocence, fully well-aware of what was about to happen.

“Well, I bet Shiro can make Allura laugh louder.”

“Pssh no way, Keith can totally make Lance laugh louder,” she laughed mischievously.

Hunk smirked, “hm I don’t know, he’s being pretty quiet right now…”

Keith chimed in with a darker tone, but laughing as well as he still worked Lance’s skin beneath his nimble fingers. “He was just being quiet because he didn’t want anyone to hear him laugh. Give me a second—”

Keith snaked an arm behind him, pulled him closer, and now used both hands now to tickle Lance’s stomach as the blue paladin erupted into a fit of giggles. He tried grabbing at Keith’s hands, but the red paladin noticed that once Lance actually managed to grab a hold of his wrists, he didn’t move them away. If anything, he pulled them closer. Keith tried not to make a sound of endearment at the action, or perhaps lack-of-action, and instead turned it against him.

“You like this, huh? Not even trying to move my hands away?” he teased as Lance’s laughter increased. He looked over to see Shiro whispering in Allura’s ear as well, and the red and black paladins smiled at each other for a moment before returning to their missions.

“You just want me to tickle you,” he whispered matter-of-factly. Lance’s face was beet-red. Keith knew just how much teasing got to him and a part of him almost felt a little bad, but then the sympathy went away when he remembered really how much Lance was loving this, and then Keith’s stomach jumped a little when he thought of how much revenge Lance would be exacting later. But no matter, there were more important things at hand.

“Come on, you can be louder than that,” he whispered again. “I can move to somewhere more… ticklish… if it’ll help.” He drew out the word that he knew Lance would be affected by, before slowly moving the quick fingers up his sides. Lance began to twist and squirm in his seat as his giggles grew into fuller laughs, and Keith heard that he was less-reserved about it now.

“I know how much you love this… being at my mercy, feeling my fingers dance all over you, the electrifying sensations… and I know you love to laugh, Lance.” His hands were coming closer and closer to Lance’s armpits, and all things combined were creating desperate-sounding laughter from the blue paladin’s mouth. Keith knew that even though Lance’s laughter may have made it seem so, he hadn’t even come close to having had enough yet. All their times before had led Keith to know exactly when to stop, and Lance was nowhere near that.

“Come on my ‘lee, laugh for me. You’re so ticklish Lance, I don’t know how you’re holding out…”

Lance’s mind was turning to mush, but he was in heaven. He was maintaining enough composure to avoid curling up into Keith though; he wanted to keep a little shred of dignity. He wanted to keep just how much he liked… that… unknown to the others. He didn’t care that Keith knew, obviously, but Lance himself thought it was weird, even though Keith never made him feel weird about it. But who knows what the others would think?

His heart jumped when he realized Keith called him his ‘lee again… he did like being called that…

At least he knew he could get Keith back for this later.

He was writhing in his seat, and he opened his eyes to try to see Allura, who was in a similar but far worse situation to him. Shiro was using his Galra arm to gently but firmly hold both of her wrists above her head while he used his free arm to tickle her armpits, rapidly switching between them. Her laughter rang sweet and high above Lance’s due to pitch, but they just about matched in volume.

One thing Lance noticed – before Keith increased pressure on Lance’s armpits forcing him to wrench his eyes closed again – was that Shiro had a big, dopey lovey-dovey grin on his face. God, it felt so good to see that man in love.

“Come on Lance, we might win,” Keith whispered. “Thank god you’re so ticklish…”

Keith figured it was time to add another punch, and he pulled Lance onto his lap. Still tickling under his arms, he started nibbling the blue paladin’s neck.

Lance nearly screamed with laughter and covered his face, but Keith persisted. Lance knew Keith wouldn’t push him too far, so by this point he didn’t have anything left to be worried about.

Keith looked over and saw Shiro was slowing his attack. He didn’t ease up on Lance just yet, however, because he wanted to win… but also because of the fact that he knew Lance was absolutely in love with this.

When Allura’s laughter was nearly gone, Keith began letting up. Not because he thought Lance had had enough, he still had a very, very long way to go before that point, but because the blue paladin was probably embarrassed and Keith didn’t want it so all the attention was on him – then he might not actually enjoy it. He stopped nibbling Lance’s neck and started nuzzling it instead, and he slowed his fingers until they stopped. He pulled his hands back, and chuckled at how Lance near-imperceptibly moved back towards his hands in their absence. Keith looked at the others with a big smile on his face. Actually, everyone had a big smile on their face.

“So, who won?”

Hunk and Pidge shared a glance. “Well, it was close for a while,” Hunk began, lacing his fingers together in front of him very seriously.

“But Lance was louder by far,” Pidge finished in an equally theatrical manner.

“Oh, come on,” Shiro laughed, helping Allura sit up straight again and then massaging her shoulders to alleviate any resulting tension.

“It was a good fight, Shiro. We’ll beat them next time,” Allura said playfully, but an edge of seriousness could be heard. Shiro was amazed that she actually wanted to win… and to do it again?

Keith grinned at Lance and slung his arm around the blue paladin’s shoulder. “Oh, so there’ll be a Round 2 eventually?”

Lance’s face reddened again, but he smiled sheepishly. “Oh, shut it, Keith.” His smile brightened suddenly as a light bulb went off in his head. He smirked at Keith, then the princess. “You know Allura, I think next time we should switch it up, and the two of us can see who can make our guys laugh louder. Whaddaya say, Keith? Shiro?”

Lance shoved Keith lightly, and he laughed at how Keith’s eyes widened for a moment before he stopped them. He also saw how Keith twitched his head so his hair fell over a good portion of his face to hide the encroaching blush.

Shiro’s face dusted pink, but Allura chimed in before he could say anything. “That’s a great idea, Lance! Besides, it’s only fair, right Shiro?” She looked up at him.

Shiro stammered out something about… something. It seemed even the notion of turning the tables was enough to render him a blushy, stuttering mess.

Allura giggled at his reaction. “If you’re doing that already, I’m sure we’ll win!”

“Mmm, I don’t know, Princess, I think I’ve got it in the bag. I’ll definitely win,” Lance said casually, stretching his tired muscles and leaning to whisper in Keith’s ear in a manner not unfamiliar:

“I’m sure of it.”

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Beach Rules

A/N: Paladins at the beach? Sure! Platonic everyone. This is Keith and Shiro centric. And there’s loads of tickling and simping, yay :D

„Is that…“

„No, it can’t be!!“

„Oh, but, but… guys, it’s…“

„A beach!“ Shiro stepped out of the castle, joining Pidge, Lance and Hunk on the surface of this vacation worthy planet with a disbelieving expression.

Allura followed, taking her helmet off and actually giving one of her rare honest smiles. „Yes, a beach. This is the planet of Basoria. 10 000 years ago, this planet has already been one of my favorite places to be. It seems incredible that the Galra haven’t taken over it. But since there are no intelligent beings on here, they probably didn’t see the point. It’s a save place. Coran and I wanted to offer you this. A day off at the beach. With everything you’ve already done, paladins, I am happy if I can give you something back.“

The three younger paladins shrieked happily, shouting their thanks as they took off running for the shore, shoes flying and jackets landing in the sand. Shiro turned his head to look at Allura with a smile. „This is amazing, Allura. I think you couldn’t have made them happier.“

Allura tilted her head and put a hand on Shiro’s left arm. „I was hoping you would enjoy this as well, Shiro. You have been working harder than anyone of us. You deserve a day’s rest.“

Shiro opened his mouth in surprise, a little overwhelmed by so much attention and a little lost for words. Fortunately Keith chose excatly this moment to step out between them, a grumpy expression on his face. „A beach?“ He asked with a raised eyebrow, obviously sceptical about something that involved such a big amount of fun.

Allura narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance, having hoped for a rather different reaction. „Yes, Keith. A beach. A place for relaxation and happiness. I’m glad to see that it disgusts you so much.“

Allura went to take off her armor inside the castle, mumbling intelligibly under her breath. Keith merely sniffed and shrugged as the princess moved away, crossing his arms over his chest and looking outside with a wary expression. Three cheerful paladins were splashing around in turquoise water. They were still dressed in t-shirts and pants, but didn’t seem to care a bit about the additional soaked weight. Keith had never seen them this outgoingly happy.

He felt a weight on his shoulder and saw that Shiro had put his hand on it, an encouraging smile on his face. „Go on, Keith. Don’t worry so much. I bet it’s fun out there. Give it a try.“

Keith tilted his head slightly and looked away, a little crease appearing between his eyebrows. „Hmmm. I don’t know, Shiro.“

The warm dark eyes of the older paladin changed, giving room for worry. This guy managed to catch up to everything. „What is it?“

Keith huffed and shook his head slightly, fond of Shiro being so perceptive, yet at the same time wishing he weren’t. „It’s just… I don’t know. I- I’ve never… well, I’ve never been to a beach before. My father and I never went on vacations, you know.“

Keith shuffled around slightly, trying to act as indifferent as he could, while he was actually dying from insecurity inside. He sent a tentative side glance in Shiro’s direction and saw the realization in his expression. Keith smiled and shielded his eyes against the sun.

„I think it’ll come naturally to you, Keith.“ Shiro said softly, making Keith look at him again in surprise. „All we have to do is go out there and… do the next best thing.“

Keith blinked at him, pretty unsure about this much spontaneousness. „And what would that be?“

Shiro put his finger on his lips thoughtfully, making Keith start to consider that maybe Shiro had just as little clue what to do at a beach as he had. His features softened a little at that impression. Where Shiro knew pretty much everything about him, there was little Keith knew about Shiro in connection to his past. Shiro kept most things locked away behind so many doors that walking through all of them could take years. Keith had barely managed to walk through the half of them.

He sighed deeply and slid out of his jacket, leaving it in the castle. „Let’s start by making ourselves more… beach ready.“ Keith made an awkward motion towards his t-shirt and then bent over to take off his shoes and roll up the legs of his pants.

Shiro smiled at that and copied Keith’s actions, stripping to his sleeveless muscle shirt and rolling his pants up as well. For a second he was insecure about the bulgy skin where his right shoulder merged into the metal arm. But then a sudden feeling took over him and made him forget about any insecurities. Was that… giddiness he felt in his stomach?

There suddenly was so much energy inside of him that he had to get rid off. He looked at Keith staggering around on one leg as he tried to keep the material of his pants rolled up on the other leg. And a grin spread out on his face.

He suddenly knew exactly what he had to do.

„Keith..“

Keith looked up in time to manage a very surprised yell, before a very strong arm wrapped around his middle and lifted him off the floor. „SHIRO WHAT ARE YOU-“

„I know what we have to do!“

Keith clawed his fingers into Shiro’s foreram, holding on to him tensely as the pilot started running with Keith dangling from his side, shaking him quite thoroughly. Despite that Keith almost sighed in relief as fresh air ruffled his hair and blew under his shirt, giving him goosebumps and drying his sweat. It felt like flying through the desert with Shiro all over again. The memory of their races untied a knot in Keith’s chest and he suddenly had to let out a laugh as Shiro readjusted his grip on him, lifting him even higher than he’d been before.

„Don’t drop me!!!“

Shiro’s smirk was audible in his words as he raised his voice as well. „Oh, I will drop you in a bit!“

Keith tensed up again and looked to where Shiro was headed. Pidge, Hunk and Lance in the water had noticed their approach by now, curious happy smiles on their faces as they got closer at a dizzying speed. The realization hit Keith and he started struggling, almost causing Shiro to drop him himself.

„NO YOU WILL NOT! DON’T YOU DARE! SHIRO!“

But Shiro wasn’t bothered by Keith’s defiance in the slightest. His soft laughter mixed with Keith’s gasps and yelps and put a warm feeling in his shaking stomach.

Keith’s struggles grew stronger the closer they got to the water, forcing Shiro to swing Keith’s in front of his chest to be able to hold him there with both his arms.

Keith’s fists drummed against Shiro’s forearms, as the pilot reached the shore and took a few steps into the water. How Shiro managed to stay strong enough to hold him like that with all his laughter was a freaking mystery to the paladin of the red lion. „Enough with the violence,“ Shiro chuckled, „Time to cool your head!“

Keith’s knees were pulled up to his chest and he was eagerly trying to keep himself in that pulled up position by wrapping his hands around Shiro’s head behind him and holding on. „I DON’T THINK SO!!“

„Oh, but you will let go,“ Shiro growled, a playful tone to his voice that made Keith’s stomach drop.

„YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!!“

„Ah, Keith, you really bring this upon yourself,“ Shiro chuckled and kept his metal arm wrapped around Keith’s middle, the other suddenly dangerously unoccupied and close to his side and ribs and this was when it clicked, but too late.

„SHIRO WAIT-“ Keith shouted out in panic, trying to pull himself up higher to get away, but it was to no use. Shiro’s fingers were already squeezing his side and making their way up and hell on earth, it tickled so much, Keith had never thought anything could tickle this much.

Any plans for holding back his giggles were diminished immediately, as he broke out into hysterical squeals and deep uncontrollable laughter, twitching around like a fish as Shiro’s fingers were crawling up his side, over his ribs and right in the center of his exposed armpit. He really meant to keep his hands behind Shiro’s head, pulling at his hair to keep from being dropped. But forget that, he couldn’t take this without fighting back. It felt like Shiro was tickling him with twenty fingers at least where he was only using five and it wasn’t fair and it led to Keith’s unavoidable fate.

„SHHIHIIHRO NOHOOO PLEEEHEHEHEASE!!“

„I won’t stop until you let go!!“

„BUT THEN YOU’LL DROOHOHOP MEE!!“

„Beach rules, Keith. You are obligated to have fun!“

One last arch in Shiro’s arm, then Keith couldn’t stand it anymore and he tore his arms down, trying to push Shiro’s assaulting hand as far away from his ticklish torso as possible, when it was already time for a dive in the waves of Basoria.

Keith shrieked, when Shiro’s arms suddenly stopped holding him, honest to God shrieked - as if he’d needed any more embarrassment in front of the others. The cold water caught him quite gently though. There were no burns at the impact of the water, there was no water shooting up his nose. There was just a nice feeling of floating around and having his hair fly around his head.

He welcomed the feeling happily. But only for a few seconds. Then his wish for revenge grew too strong and he speedily made his way back up to the surface. He managed to find a stand on the sandy underground, the water up to his chest where it had been up to Shiro’s waist.

Shiro. With narrowed eyes and wet hair clinging to his forehead he saw Shiro quickly making his way deeper into the water, looking over his shoulder, laughing breathlessly.

„OH YEAH YOU BETTER RUN!! JUST YOU WAIT TIL I GET YOU BACK!“

Shiro almost slipped from laughter at Keith’s bubbly attempts oto swim after him, completely out of breath, but fueled with the desire to give him a taste of his own medicine.

In the meantime Pidge was busy climbing on top of Hunk’s shoulders in her soaked shirt, where she held on to Hunk’s hair with one hand, pointing at Shiro with the other and letting out a war cry that would have scared away Galrans. „FUGITIVE ON THE RUN! GO GET HIM! AID OUR TORTURED FRIEND!!!“

Keith almost sunk under the surface from his surprised laughter. He hadn’t expected the others to come to help him. They liked to watch Shiro tickle him into madness during sparring matches rather comfortably. But this. Maybe this was also part of the beach rules. Everyone against the strongest one. It seemed like a good rule to Keith.

Shiro on the other hand was barely able to bring much more distance between himself and the others as panicked laughter started to slow him down. Lance was gaining on him, as Hunk grabbed Pidge from his shoulders and used all his strength to throw her in Shiro’s direction, getting her closer to him as well.

Shiro thought it clever apparently to change tactics and stopped swimming in the one direction to make his way in the other one now.

Keith had to chuckle as he heard Shiro’s breathless gasps for air get closer. Alright, if this was a fun time at the beach he was sold. Now they only had to catch him.

„YOU GUYS, THIS ISN’T FAIR!!“ Shiro shouted, smiling widely as Pidge and Lance were getting awfully close.

„BEACH RULES!!“ Keith yelled as he too was getting closer to Shiro who was trying to make his way to the shore to be able to run away. He’d be way too fast for the other paladins if he managed to reach it. They couldn’t let him get away.

„Oh no, you will NOT!!“ Lance exclaimed passionately as Shiro was stumbling to his feet in the ankle high water. The plue paladin took a large dive and actually managed to pull Shiro down with a splash. The two of them rolled over in the warm part of the water, Shiro breathless from laughter already while Lance was yelling almost as loud as Pidge had before.

„You did it, Lance!“ Keith cheered as he too got to his feet in the low water, throwing himself on top of the other two. Shiro groaned with laughter at the additional weight and tried to push the two of them off of him.

„Now, just wait a second, just wait…“ Another weight took away Shiro’s breath as Hunk dropped down on top of Keith, slowly but successfully building a sandwich.

„We have him! Do we have him?“ Hunk spluttered and looked at his two friends underneath himself. Keith held up a thumb, despite the lack of air.

„We’ve got him! You guys are the best!!“

Pidge arrived with a wide smile on her face and was a bit reluctant to putting herself on top of the three boys as well. She didn’t have to anyway. Instead she dropped down next to Shiro’s face and grinned at him evilly.

„Ha, you didn’t see that coming, did you?“

Shiro glared at her, still out of breath, but he just couldn’t keep it up and a soft, playful expression was back on his face again in no time. „I guess Voltron’s bond must be really strong already. Just don’t lose your head in the process…“

All four of them groaned inexplicably loud at this bad pun and Pidge felt no sympathy for him in the slightest as she told the other three to give him hell just for that. Even though he was pretty doomed in his current position. He couldn’t move out from underneath the three boys and all of them put their hands to good use some place on his tall upper body. Hunk was pinching his sides, as Keith worked his hands under his arms and Lance immediately used his position for good access to Shiro’s ribs.

Pidge was blessed with the picture of Shiro throwing his head back in ticklish agony, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth opened in the brightest smile, as beautiful laughter was shooting out of him.

He couldn’t fight off six hands with just two and Keith enjoyed strongly making him laugh this hard, especially with the aid of his friends. He could tell that Shiro was very fine with them having their fun like this and it warmed Keith’s heart that Shiro was so selfless and soft in every situation. He looked at Shiro throwing his head from side to side, shaking with incessant giggles and trying to arch his back against the overwhelming sensations and he just knew that Shiro would never stop doing whatever it took to make him happy and have fun despite the times they were living in.

He knew that there was no „Voltron losing their head“. Shiro’s love was the starting point of all bonding among the paladins. He was the heart of the group.

Keith certainly knew that. And the others would at the very latest agree now that Shiro’s determination had managed to connect all paladins in having fun together.

[ao3feed-klance]

Lux Brumalis

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by dailyandgaily

Following Keith’s return from the Blade, he and Lance find that their dynamic has shifted for the worse. Their time apart has driven a wedge between them, wherein Keith had brought up his walls yet again, ruining the delicate balance they had achieved before Keith left.

So in a desperate attempt to garner Keith’s attention, Lance goes out of his way to crack jokes, and in doing so, he makes Keith laugh for the first time. From that point onward, he makes it his life's mission to try and hear that laugh more often—wanting to use it to close this newfound divide between them. And in the process, he discovers that the intimidating and seemingly untouchable Keith Kogane is actually ticklish.

All the while, Keith is harboring a secret from the rest of the team. He’s forced to reckon with his heritage as he comes to the horrifying realization that he’s turning Galra, and there’s no way for him to fix it. But it seems kismet has a different plan in mind when Lance finds out, refusing to let him deal with it alone.

Words: 3744, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Lance (Voltron), Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt, Matt Holt, Hunk (Voltron), Allura (Voltron), Coran (Voltron)

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Keith is ticklish, Lance is smitten with his laugh, First Kiss, Pining Lance (Voltron), Pining Keith (Voltron), Galra Keith (Voltron), Keith is turning Galra, Touch-Starved Keith (Voltron), Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut, Smut, Bottom Keith (Voltron), Top Lance (Voltron), Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together, if you squint there's plot, the plot is they're gay

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[ticklefits]

maybe keith (vld) for the tickling ask meme? :D

character tickling ask meme! | @fandomsnfluff

keith kogane:

on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

i’d say probably an 8. keith definitely seems like the broody touch-starved type whos actually very sensitive but you wont know until he lets you get close.

where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

neck, lower back, and the just below his ribs. all very specific places that will get you a broken hand if you try to touch there.

which spots are they not ticklish?

sorry folks, keith isn’t all that ticklish on his sides or hips, which are some pretty common places to be sensitive. you might get some giggles if you catch him by surprise and tickle him in those places, but nothing of significance and you bet your ass he’s going to retaliate 

what is their laugh like?

it’s higher in pitch than someone might expect looking at him, but you sort of get it once you hear his voice, cause the man aint all that deep. it’s still cute though, and he gets choked up and wheezes sometimes when he laughs too hard since he hasnt had all that much to laugh about growing up, so its foreign to him ):

do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

to a degree, yes. it depends on the person, and you’d better be close to him if you’re tickling him, because you can and will get hurt if you arent. if you’re his lover, chances are, it’s gonna be considered both a wholesome, platonic thing and a bedroom thing, dependent on the situation 

are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

i definitely feel like its both, but keith can give off some serious ler energy. remember that scene when allura snapped a spoonful of food goo and got pidge in the face, and not even seconds later, keith growls out a “go loose, pidge!” and flips that shit right back at A PRINCESS? shit gave me chills and yall cant look me in the eyes and tell me that man wouldn’t WRECK YOUR SHIT if he wanted to 

who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

he probably doesn’t initiate tickle fights often because a) he’s very ticklish himself and b) he has a problem with vulnerability. those issues get better though and once keith gets closer to the others, tickle fights deffo become more of a thing and yes, lance is definitely always a consistent target because that boy mouth be runnin marathons. sometimes keith goes after shiro, but mans quickly regrets that one LMAO

who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

shiro is a terrifyingly good tickler and adam could attest to that. chris can also attest to that. keith had to deal with some real ticklish nightmares as a kid growing up with shiro, and even after he became an adult and found shiro again, that didn’t stop. lessened a little bit sure, but if shiro needed to make keith feel better or punish him for being the brat he is, he knew what to do

does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

if hes the lee in the situation, then yes it does. if hes the ler, then he will absolutely use it against whoever hes tickling and has no problem saying it, hes simply that bitch sometimes

are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

not so much embarrassed, he just knows that he would be a target for constant tickle attacks if the people around him found out about his ticklish secret. so yes, he does deny it/hide it and will go into fight or flight if you start teasing him about it.

would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

being a warrior, keith is definitely used to harsher things and with all the training he’s always doing, i wouldn’t be surprised if you needed to dig in there to really get him howling if thats what you want. but i feel like, gentle tickling would not only affect him physically, but also mentally and emotionally, and it would be such a sight seeing him melt like that 

is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

if you’re his lover, keith is actually partial to having his lower back tickled. soft, little strokes can be soothing to him and lull him right to sleep. and, on the other side of the coin, full blown tickles on his back just feel good in a different sort of way (:< if you’re just a friend, don’t tickle him -- thats what he prefers LMAO

is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

his neck is a big no-no unless you are, you guessed it, his lover. it doubles as an erogenous zone and if you tickle him there, as a friend, chances are, hes gonna smack you away and maybe even run

would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

nah, he wouldn’t. he’s not big on asking for tickles for himself, even when hes feeling touch-starved; theres nicer, less embarrassing ways to curb that craving for touch, so, the other person would have to decide to tickle him of their own accord

does teasing affect them?

yes, no matter whether hes lee or ler. as a lee, teasing embarrasses him and he acts out because of it, and will definitely become more sensitive because of it. when he’s a ler, good fucking luck to the lee, because his teasing as a ler is so AWFUL. he’s the why are you laughing, im not even doing anything to you type of ler, the oh, not here? how about here type of ler, the mock laughter and pleading type of ler. mans is pure evil when hes a ler and if you’re a cute lee, he gets even WORSE

[chockfullofsecrets]

Critical Role: Unnecessary

(Read on AO3)

Rating: Gen

Summary: The thought stays with her the next time she visits Nicodranas, though, and she determines to make an experiment of it. Maybe without the shoulder bumping - she is here as an emissary, after all.

Allura's new mage friend in Wildemount seems a little lonely and very reckless. She takes it upon herself to investigate.

Wordcount: 2.3k

A/N:  MORE WIZARDS

one more @ticklesofcolor event fill for @ticklishnonsense  - i am starting to think that assigning us each other in this event is taking the shared braincells to a whole new level 😅 Prompt was “Allura, early in her friendship with Yussa, discovers he's very touch-starved and very ticklish, and takes advantage of this.”

---

The first time it happens, Allura is fairly sure that she’s just caused an intercontinental diplomatic incident.

She can hardly fault herself, though. There are certain instincts one develops when one regularly dines with adventurers and has the pleasure of being married to a halfling paladin who takes particular delight in tackling her every so often. Her arms are full of books, newly on loan from the only mage she’s found in Wildemount that doesn’t seem to be completely obsessed with politics, and she needs to bid her new friend farewell somehow. It seems perfectly logical to knock her shoulder lightly against his as she brightly thanks him for the pleasure of their meeting and turns to leave.

Apparently, this is not a logic that Arcanist Errenis shares.

The air itself seems to still as he stares at her. Stares some more. Then reaches up, cautiously, and presses his palm against one silk-covered shoulder as if he’s reaching for some unidentified magical artifact.

Allura winces. She can’t see any of the signifiers of elven disgust that Vex has mentioned to her, being uniquely suited to identify them, but to have such a reaction - “Oh - oh dear, I apologize. A rather uncouth habit I’ve picked up from my wife, I’m afraid.”

And she’s going to have quite a time confessing that particular sidestep to Kima later, but Errenis holds up the same hand to cut her off and lifts his chin, instantly settling into his usual placid composure with enough ease to lull her heartbeat back down to a reasonable rate. “No harm done, Arcanist Vysoren, merely… unnecessary.”

He blinks, slow as melted gold, and frowns lightly at her for a moment before turning away and gesturing sharply for a nearby tea set. “I trust that you can activate the circle yourself?”

She can, as well as take a hint - bemused, she casts without looking and steps backwards into the glowing circle, barely catching a last glimpse of him reaching for his shoulder again.

---

She tells her wife.

“Kima - Kima, darling, I’m glad you think this is funny, but it’s hardly helpful-”

Kima sighs a little, wiping a tear from her eye, and wraps her arms a little more securely around Allura’s waist where they’re lounging together. “Aw, Al, the poor thing’s just lonely! You antisocial wizards and your pretty little towers and your, what was it called? Oh, intellectual property-”

“I am perfectly social,” Allura says, prim, and promptly ruins it when she can’t help smiling at Kima as she laces their fingers together. “I certainly became acquainted quickly with you, didn’t I?”

“Oh?” Kima responds, catching Allura’s other hand in hers. Her eyes brighten in that unique combination of challenge and affection that Allura will never tire of seeing. “Is that how you remember it?”

Allura sniffs. “Well, if you’d like a refresher - mmm-”

And, well, it’s a little hard to remember anything after that.

---

The thought stays with her the next time she visits Nicodranas, though, and she determines to make an experiment of it. Maybe without the shoulder bumping - she is here as an emissary, after all.

Acquiring an adequate sample size becomes. Frustrating. He levitates everything, removing any chance to pat his hand in thanks when he offers her a cup of fragrant cardamom tea or to tap her knee against his as they pass a tome back and forth.

They are making progress, though, equally enthralled by the arcane, and it’s genuine excitement that does it in the end. A particularly difficult passage of an ancient spell untangles under their combined effort, bandying translated syllables back and forth with increasing urgency until they fall into blessed, triumphant silence, and she sweeps over and claps him between the shoulders in celebration. “Wonderful! You know, this might be quite useful for facilitating crop growth in arid land-”

He freezes under her touch in what seems like genuine shock. She pats him again and he lets out a little surprised huff, ears twitching confusedly even as his gaze remains pointed firmly ahead. It’s like blowing dust off a statue that hasn’t been touched for centuries.

Which, considering his introduction - I have been a practitioner of the arcane arts in seclusion for over 200 years, he’d told her, neither proud nor regretful - may be somewhat too close to the truth.

He sways back slightly towards her when she retreats to the other side of the room, shoulders rising and falling at a degree just shy of unpracticed. Interesting.

She does it again, and again, over the next few months - shoulders, back, arms, anywhere suitably innocuous, watching closely for any sign of annoyance. He is, after all, far older than her and perfectly capable of enforcing his own preferences. To say nothing of the way he tilts his head, when he’s deep in thought, in a way that seems so other that such petty mortal things as touch might be of no concern to him at all.

At one point, her hands are full of charcoal as they successfully cast another new spell and all she can do is smile at him. He glances over at her, implacable as always, but there’s a nearly imperceptible tightness as he turns away that she just barely knows him well enough to catch.

The next time, he brusquely commands her to put everything down before he casts. It’s sweet - nearly as sweet as the surprise on his face when she does so and completes the spell before he can.

---

There is, of course, increasingly apparent over time, Yussa’s irrepressible lack of instinct for danger. There have been fires. There have been many frantic castings of Dispel Magic. Allura starts to understand why his faithful goblin manservant is constantly twitching.

Today, she arrives in his study with a tired smile and sore fingers. “Yussa, I’m sorry - I’m afraid that I haven’t got a Dispel in me today, I’ve been Identifying a cache of arcane items all morning.”

“No matter.” Yussa waves off her raised eyebrow with a casual flick of his hand that serves the double purpose of summoning a tea set from thin air. “Tea?”

She accepts the cup. “Are you certain that we shouldn’t wait?”

“Unnecessary. Come.”

His study is as brilliant as always, cramped only in the sense that combined the artifacts lining his walls hold enough arcane power to reduce a rather large portion of the coast to rubble.

She’s a little jealous, honestly.

Yussa plucks a little beaker of gold dust up in one hand and a crisp sheet of paper in the other, beckoning her over with a brusque tilt of his chin that would be highly annoying from anyone else. “Now, there have been whispers of Kryn spies using a spell that renders objects immovable to cover their retreat on multiple occasions. I believe I’ve finally been able to recreate it, to some degree.”

“Oh!” Any lingering exhaustion forgotten, applications are already racing in her mind. “How interesting, please show me!”

He hands over the page and she scans the runes eagerly as he flicks his long sleeves back over his wrists and prepares to cast. “A little gold dust, and - it seems quite inelegant, at the moment, as if they are using some frame we have yet to find reference of, but-”

He gestures towards an empty box on his desk, sending gold dust and bright energy scattering. For a moment, there is only light.

And then, the spell shrinks back onto him, sinking into the fabric of his golden robes. Allura gapes - she has wondered, certainly, but to wear actual gold on a daily basis, especially when casting a spell that has it as a component-

Yussa stands very, very stiffly.

She presses her lips together as tightly as she can to hold back the surprised, giddy laughter brewing in the back of her throat. “You - the components-”

The sleeve of his robe looks slightly duller. The box, on the other hand, sparkles merrily under its powdering of gold dust.

Yussa sighs at her as she fails entirely to contain her amusement. “I seem to recall that you are lacking spell slots at the moment.”

She takes a deep breath, regaining her composure, and shakes her head. “Maybe I can go fetch someone-”

He grimaces instantly. “Absolutely not.”

Both of them spend a fruitless moment tugging at the robes, but it seems that Yussa has indeed managed to create a temporarily immovable object. He sighs again, after a minute, and lets his hands flap loosely against the stiff material. “Well, it’s only meant to last for an hour - I’m sure we have a Teleport spell stored somewhere around here, if you would call Wensforth-”

Allura bristles. “I can’t just leave you like this!”

“An hour passes quickly with meditation-”

“No, no, certainly we can do something.” She steps away and paces around him. “You know, your robes are quite, ah, voluminous - do you think you could squirm out, perhaps?”

Yussa sniffs in clear distaste. “I’m quite sure there’s no need.”

Really, she shouldn’t find his arrogance half as endearing as she does. “Oh come, Arcanist Errenis,” she teases, smiling despite herself, “surely you can do better than that, for a friend.” She crouches in front of him, heedless of her dress trailing onto the floor, and tries to gauge the possibility herself from what she can see through the open front of his robes - his legs, dressed in equally fine trousers, shift indignantly as she does. “Here, just bend your knees a little-”

She prods lightly at the back of one of them, hoping to spur him into action, and Yussa jumps. “Arcanist Vysoren-” he begins, and - there, almost unrecognizable for its novelty, a thread of nervousness creeps into his voice.

Allura tends more towards caution than mischief in most cases - a necessity, with the company she keeps - but she’s already grinning as she leans back a little to catch his eye. “Oh, this will be quite simple after all, I think.”

Yussa’s ears twitch up in clear, startled embarrassment as his legs attempt to press themselves to the back of his robes. “Arcanist Vysoren, I would thank you to - mmM-” She reaches for him again, sending one hand to wriggle behind the vulnerable joint and the other to scratch gently across his kneecap, and watches happily as his entire leg buckles under the attack. “Ah - haaah-”

The tremulous gasp that wrenches from him as she takes hold of his other knee to repeat the process is music to her ears - clearly, what her experiment has been needing all this time is a more direct approach. “This will be a little faster if you help,” she tells him, and crowds her fingertips up into the tender dip of flesh before he has a chance to respond.

“Vysoren-” Yussa tries, as tersely as he can with a frantic whine climbing up behind his words, and promptly cuts himself off as his other knee gives out. His robes are, in fact, made more for their drapery than their fit, and as what could graciously be called standing dissolves into ticklish squirming he’s slowly but surely sliding out of them and onto the floor. “Ihi - I can handle this from here, don’t-”

“Don’t what?” she responds innocently. The bottom of his silken shirt, neatly tucked into his waistband and glimmering even in the dim light, sinks into view. She elects to confirm its luxurious quality by prodding along the softness of his belly until he sputters and curses and drops another few inches, his indoor slippers sliding uselessly against the tiled floor. “You’ll have to offer an alternative solution - we’re a bit limited, at the moment.”

He’s laughing outright now, high and stilted and quite a bit more ticklish than she expected he might be. The way she’s kneading at his sides certainly isn’t helping. “Ahaaaaha - the damned - unnecessary - eheeh! -”

“Unnecessary,” she says, raising her voice enough that he can hopefully hear her through all the layers of fabric he’s trapped in, “would be insisting on testing a spell without taking any of the proper precautions beforehand. This, I fear, is entirely necessary, Yussa.”

And fun, besides, but there’s no need to tell him that. Besides, it seems that he shares the sentiment somewhat - she hasn’t been kicked in the face yet, and he’s hardly trying to get away from her hands, for all his grumbling. She wonders, absently, if he might allow her to do this again, the same way he’s slowly becoming accustomed to her casual friendly overtures.

He’s far too ticklish to let her wonder for long, though - it’s hardly a moment more before he squirms his way entirely free, tumbling nearly into her lap and grabbing desperately at her hands with his own elegant fingers. His face is flushed with laughter, hair falling into his eyes, and he looks like an entirely different person as he flops tiredly away from her and curls up on the floor.

It’s enough to send Allura straight back into her own startled amusement - she reaches for him, unable to help herself, and smooths a hand over his back. “Alright, alright,” she soothes, “you’re free, no harm done-”

Yussa grumbles something under his breath and twists to butt his head up against her hand instead. Allura nearly freezes in shock - and so does he, realizing, eyes wide just under the heel of her palm.

They stare. Yussa’s jaw works for a moment. “Your hand,” he says, glacially slow, “is on my head.”

“You put it there - oh, fuck it,” Allura decides, and leans forwards to drag her friend in a proper hug. “That could have been much worse, you fool. ”

Yussa stiffens and then relaxes all at once into the hug, bonelessly dropping his head onto her shoulder - he’s breathing unevenly, still, the aftereffects of laughter working their way through. “This is unnecessary, too,” he murmurs. “But I offer you my thanks, regardless.”

Chin resting atop his head, Allura smiles and plans a slight revision to her experiment.

[cankarmawrite]

For the prompts: kimallura, "it wasn't like this before."

VAGUE SPOILERS FROM CR 1 and RECENT CR 2 EPISODES

“I cannot lose you again.”

“Allie-”

The blonde woman fell to her knees on the plush rug beside their bed, hands gripping Kima’s tightly as she spoke, “If things start looking worse you know we’ll be there to help them if needed. Until we reach that point, I beg you not to join fights before you’re needed.”

Kima frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, “I know my limits Allie.”

Allura snorted in laughter as she bent forward to kiss away the furrow between Kima’s brows, “I know you do, but my love you are stubborn. Age and experience have made you less reckless, but I don’t doubt for a second that you would have followed that motley crew into battle without so much as a second thought if I hadn’t insisted.”

The bronze skin across the halfling’s cheeks darkened minutely at this and she ducked her head in shame, “They looked scared Allura. It reminded me too much of fighting alongside Vox Machina...of the fear we all felt staring down impossible odds?”

The human sighed and rose slowly to her feet, blue eyes looking years older for a moment as memories of Thordak, the Briarwoods, and Vecna filled her mind.

“It wasn’t like this before.”

“Hm?”

Allura motioned for Kima to scoot further onto the bed so they could get under the covers, drawing the halfling’s form close as soon as the blankets settled around them.

“Once upon a time I wouldn’t have stopped you- asked you to stay,” Allura’s arms tightened momentarily around Kima, her voice quavering as she continued.

“Kima you’ve been tortured...turned to stone...you’ve almost died multiple times...I have almost lost you so many times and after 25 years of boring politics I don’t think I can stand the thought of it happening again.”

The darker-skinned woman wiggled out of Allura’s grasp to sit up in bed, urging Allura to sit up as well. Once she had complied, Kima took Allura’s face between her hands and looked her dead in the eye before grinning cockily, “I’m super tough and Bahamut loves me. What’s the worse that could happen?”

“Kima!”

She winced as her wife smacked her bicep before leaning in to press her forehead against Allura’s.

“I’m sorry, Allie. I understand why you’re scared...I just want-”

“-To help,” The arcanist finished with a watery smile. “I know, and we’ll still be helping the Mighty Nein, just not by being on the battlefield.”

“Yet-”

Allura smacked Kima again and huffed a sigh as she shuffled back down on the bed until she laid pouting up at her wife, “You’re incorrigible.”

“That’s why you love me!” Kima crowed happily as she snuggled into the familiar curve of Allura’s body.

Allura huffed a sigh and wrapped her arms around her wife, “It is one of many reasons.”

Silence stretched between them as the tension bled out of the conversation and the weight of all the information they’d been told settled in.

“It wasn’t like this before,” Kima sleepily echoed with a dopey smile. “You weren’t my wife and I couldn’t hold you like this.”

“Mm, that’s also true,” Allura agreed before yawning.

“I promise I’ll stay with you Allie, despite knowing how much you love watching me fight.”

This earned Kima a pinch to the very ticklish spot on the back of her thigh. Allura smiled as she kissed Kima good night and began to drift off to sleep.

It hadn’t been like this before, but Allura wouldn’t trade the life she had now for all the money in the world.

[ocsandallthatjazz]

MCFISB FOR THE OTP ASK GAME

wow, mcfisb is my favorite, mcfisb is my otp

What was their first impression of each other?

Lance thought Fish seemed nice and charming and left that first class with pretty good vibes. Fish saw Lance crack a joke and, boy, can you say heart eyes? He basically went “oh, there you are and I’m in trouble.”

What is their ship name?

Mcfish!!! I love it!

Describe their relationship dynamic.

They are sunshine and happiness. This is a couple that feels forever young. They are so similar that it is so easy to read each other and through that bond they are able to understand themselves better too.

What was their relationship like before they got together?

They were classmates for years and they always got along very well, but they had different core friend groups growing up, Fish was one of the “popular kids” and that makes it harder to bond. Once Lance returns to Earth, they become very fast and close friends like they had wanted.

How would they describe each other?

Lance: “Fish is out of my league. He’s so magnetic. You see his smile and you know your day just got better." Fish: "Lance is like all of the cosmos wrapped together. He's so understandable, but so unpredictable. Who needs outer space with the adventure of a lifetime right there."

What do they love about each other?

So much...basically everything. They both especially love each other’s senses of humor. Fish loves Lance’s passion and protectiveness for others. Lance loves Fish’s comforting and positive nature.

What do they have in common?

They both love the ocean! They’re also both super ticklish and yell-singing to their favorite songs in the car.

What are some differences between them?

Lance dreamed of being a pilot and loves to fly, most moving vehicles scare the life out of Fish. He can’t imagine being the one behind the wheel.

What made them realize they were in love?

Fish kind of always knew that he would fall in love with Lance. By their first date he was already gone. Lance realizes on the Atlas, when looking out at the stars with Fish, he doesn't feel homesick anymore.

What are their love languages?

Tbh all of the types. They both use words and quality time the most though.

Do they get married? Who proposes and how?

They’re so married via a huge wedding with all the family and friends. After a special date night, Fish casually says he thought Lance was gearing up to propose. Lance says he thought Fish was gonna propose. They went “huh,” laughed, and got engaged.

What would happen if they never met?

That means one of them didn’t go to the Garrison, so like potentially the world would be destroyed.

Who dies first? How does the other one react?

Lol remember when Lance dies in like season 6? Sadly I do! At some point Lance makes a dark joke about it and Fish goes. What. Time to unpack that! And of course he cries.

Are there any love rivals?

Ha! Not really. Lance is over Allura by the time they’re back on Earth. Does Fish’s pact with James to marry when they’re 40 count? Nah.

Describe your favorite moment of that ship!

Their wedding...is perfect. It's big and loud and just a little flashy just like them. And they look perfect with the sun drooping down on the beach behind them. It really is just all the happiness of the past years with all the excitement for the future. Their best kiss isn't from the ceremony, it's on the dance floor surrounded by friends, with laughter mixed in.

What do other characters think about this relationship?

Hunk’s logic is Lance is fun and Fish is fun so together they are extra fun! Coran decides it’s his duty to vet Fish for Lance, but he eventually passes the vibe check. 

Describe or write a really fluffy scene!

I don't have it written but I really want to. Their first date gives me cavities to think about. Lance goes in so nervous but there's Fish who just keeps asking for more of his stories as they're walking through the park. And they have some heart to hearts about when Lance was gone and it turns out his family already loves Fish?! Anyway, their first kiss is under the stars like it should be and Fish can't stop grinning the rest of the night.

Describe or write a really angsty scene!

Fish has a breakdown after seeing his sister after over a decade. When first meeting with her he’s trying so hard to bottle everything up and pretend he’s fine. Once she drives away, Lance just says “It’s okay to be angry, Eli. It’s okay to be sad.” And Fish just falls to the ground and cries in Lance’s arms after being so used to locking those feelings away for so long.

Talk about a headcanon you’ve never talked about before.

You specifically have heard everything I’m sure but let me try for something... Lance really loves watching Fish sing and dance because it’s not like he’s a pro or anything but he’s so lively that he gets sucked in.

What does a typical date look like for them?

Usually just grabbing a bite at one of their local haunts. Karaoke night is always a blast, too. Honestly, they always run into friends and end up hanging out with them for ours instead of just the two of them.

What’s a really significant moment in their relationship?

After things have calmed down and Lance is recovering in the hospital, Fish goes to visit and they are finally able to catch up without running around to prepare for a fight. Fish tells Lance out of nowhere that he’s “really glad you’re back.” It means a lot to Lance after feeling shelved for awhile.

Ask your own question! [Where do you see them in 20 years?]

They’re happily married and lamenting about how fast their four kids are growing up - most of them are in high school! They have a house near all of their friends because they’re saps. Fish would be a high-ranking officer and instructor for the tech department at the Garrison still, while I feel like Lance is more likely to retire earlier. They’re just happy and in love and still acting younger than they are.

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Keith (Voltron Force) - #18 -Things they'll never admit

Keith actually liked the upgrades and paint job Black got on Dradin. Daniel has actually impressed Keith more than Keith has stated.

Lance (Voltron Force) -#7 -Their tickle spots

Lance is ticklish under his arms and on the back of his neck. (Allura discovered the neck one and now Lance is a little jumpy when they're alone).

[bubblegum-switch]

Does Keith get all twitchy whenever Lance holds a brush

agh yes but not constantly. He’s on guard all the time, tho. He can hide it pretty well (to outsiders anyway, lance always knows) but as soon as Lance makes a sudden movement then keith jumps or shrieks etc and lance thinks it’s adorable so he makes sure to pause to take a phone call while brushing his hair or before he puts the toothpaste on his toothbrush juuuust so he can mess with keef ^-^

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Voltron Tickle Headcanons

Shiro - The best Ler on the ship. Not really as invested in tickling as the rest of them but when he gets you GOD HE GETS YOU. Say your prayers because he is r u t h l e s s. Very much a dad kind of ler, will tickle for fun, comfort and punishment. Punishment tickles are his specialty, he will chase his victims before pinning them down, absolutely wrecking them while reciting in a monotone voice everything they did wrong before telling them to apologise. The more they refuse, the closer he gets to their weak spots. Not the most ticklish person on the ship, but does have very sensitive sides and armpits. His neck is his worst spot, but he is uncomfortable being a Lee, much preferring to wreck than be wrecked, as to tickle him you would have to hold him down which brings up awful memories of his capture. Quick tickles are the only ones he can accept without feeling extremely uncomfortable and maybe triggering a breakdown. As a Lee he is mainly tickled by Keith and Allura. As a Ler he mainly tickles Keith and Lance.

Hunk - Surprisingly not that ticklish, one of the least ticklish people on the ship. His only real tickle spot is his ears, which gets him giggling if you blow on them. His thighs are quite sensitive too, but the margin to tickle them is quite thin. Too harsh and you scratch it, too soft and he won't feel it. Lance had perfectly mastered that margin, and Pidge is on her way, but Hunk is still one of the best lers. He is equal parts ruthless and gentle, and can do either. Both comfort tickles and fun tickles are his specialty, preferring to leave the punishment tickles to daddy Shiro. Likes to tease, but mainly comments on the cuteness of the Lee. Also likes to surprise tickle people, finding them cute when they can't hold back their squeals (Keith and Pidge). Likes to initiate cuddle tickles as well, mainly as a comfort measure just to feel nice. As a Lee he is tickled by Lance and Pidge the most. As a Ler he tickles Keith, Lance and Pidge the most.

Lance - The switchiest switch to ever switch. As a Ler he is D E M O N I C. This boi is the teasing Ler every Lee despises. He won't stop until they admit that they're ticklish and will continue even then. He laughs at how cute they are and likes to tease that he could do this all day baybee. Very fast squiggly fingers, will absolutely decimate any Lee in the span of five seconds. 100% will wiggle fingers over twitching bellies and comment on the anticipation giggles. Will attack with no prior warning. Don't train with him, he will wreck you in seconds BC goddamn how can he resist it? As a Lee he is the squirmiest boy ever. Will talk over tickles to try and distract himself and dissuade the Ler with empty threats, not that they ever work. Has the shrillest belly laughter ever. Quite ticklish in most normal places, but the most ticklish in his underarms and his feet. Will kick to try and get the upper hand so restraining him is 100% a must if you want to get away with no injuries. As a Lee he is mostly tickled by Shiro and Hunk. As a Ler he mainly tickles Keith and Hunk.

Pidge - Quite ticklish but will 100% fite you. Has no time for your childish games so get your hands off her sides right now before she stabs you. Has extreme experience with tickling because Matt is an asshole older brother and knows how to win a tickle fight no problem. Is an opponent to be scared of. You need two to win in a tickle fight against her, and wrecking her is out of the question. Pidge's revenge tickles are to be afraid of. Is most ticklish on her sides but hides her other spots well under a stoic mask. Is a thorough and efficient Ler, talking as though she is documenting every ticklish discovery on the lees body. Constantly claiming tickling others is "for science". As a Lee she is mostly tickled by Hunk. As a Ler she mostly tickles Keith and Lance.

Keith - The castle's favourite Lee. No lie. This poor boy would like to ler, he really would, but some body needs to tell his body that. Growing up as an orphan he didn't get a lot of love and affection, and is so hypersensitive that even a single touch makes him drop to the ground. His laugh never raises above a giggle, and sort of goes, soft giggles, louder giggles, rapid-fire panicked giggles. Full of squeaks and cute squeals as well, honestly Keith's laugh is a blessing. Precious boy is so sensitive. Basically a walking tickle spot, but his worst spots are definitely his belly button, his tummy, under his chin and his toes. Tries to curl in a ball to protect himself but loses all energy when tickled, making him quite easy to maneuver as you wish. Mostly likes soft comfort tickles, but every now and then has an insatiable need to get wrecked. Hunk is his favourite ler for comfort tickles (the Samoan just holds him like a baby in his lap and ever so gently wiggles his fingers down his sides while Keith is giggling with his face hidden in his shoulder) while Lance is his favourite ler for getting wrecked (which isn't hard to do at all, all he has to do is antagonise the Cuban and he's gone). He'll occasionally tickle Shiro after a panic attack, just little soft things to remind him that he's ok now, Keith is there, but they're always returned tenfold. As a Ler (hahahaha) he'll tickle Shiro most. As a Lee, everyone tickles him. E V E R Y O N E. Precious baby.

[starfaring-princelotor]

If it isn't too much trouble, can I request a ficlet for Lotor x demi, pan, and bicurious reader with soff stuff in it (cuddling, pillow fights, tickling, smooches, handholding)? You can include as much or as lil soff if you want ^-^. Could Lotor call reader darling, dearest, or love maybe? (´▽`ʃƪ)♡ Also thank you so much for doing this fameo I appreciate it immensely and I know others do too especially ♡♡♡

Kneedy

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Summary: Early morning fluff with Lotor leads to cuddling and tickle-spot exploration.

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. ★

Warnings: N/A.

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“Are you freakin’ kidding me right now?”

Lotor’s grin couldn’t possibly get any wider from watching you voice out your frustrations. It was cute, in an oddly endearing sort of way, but he would never intentionally make you upset. No, no, this was all your own doing. What started out as an innocent question in the wake of a calm morning soon turned into a teasing, aggravating test of Where’s Waldo. Well, aggravating for you, at least. 

“No. Not there, either.”

“I could have swore it would be your neck,” you huffed, fingers trailing up to behind his ear, “Or maybe here? It has to be here.”

Oh, the hopeful tinge in your voice was cute. The way you tried to fluster him while searching for his ticklish spot was cute. Even the way your nose did this little scrunched up twitch when you were so focused was cute. Instead of answering, Lotor just squeezed your body tighter against his warmer one. 

He let out a content hum, nearly a purr, and leaned into your touch, “Hm. I do not know…try doing that thing again.”

The way you rubbed the tip of his ear felt juuuuuust right. And how you pinched his ear lobe in question? Yes, yes, maybe you should try that again. No doubt he was ticklish there if that content look crossing his face was anything to go by. A man truly spoiled by the touch of his lover. Then, as if a direct reaction to your gentle touch, his thumb lovingly stroked over your knuckles.

You had no idea when his hand tangled with yours, but like hell if you were going to complain about it. Lotor’s fingers were…something you’ve ever experienced before. You once told him that holding his hand is like holding the universe in your palm, which prompted a subtle raise of his sharp brow. You couldn’t tell right away if he liked that or not, but since then, you noticed that he spent every spare moment filling the empty space between your fingers with his longer ones. 

“Hey, Mr. Sleepy Head, you nodding?” 

“Keep doing that and I will,” voice tinted with mischief, he kept to his word and buried his face in your welcoming neck, “Right here. And you will be trapped until food becomes a necessity.”

“I am gonna find that tickle spot, you mark my words.” 

“Mm hm. Sure,” he muffled, “Being ambitious is a good thing. You can do it. Here, I will even give you a hint. It is most definitely not under my chin.”

You fell right into his trap, delicate fingers now going straight for his throat. He relished the way you mapped along his defined jawline, skimming over his skin like the softest feather in the known universe. Then, the purring started. Not laughing, purring, and that was when you let out a huff of annoyance.

“Oh, buncha biscuits - “

“Is that for breakfast, dearest?” he quipped back, smile pressing into your skin once he heard your strange yet funny catchphrase, “With extra butter and honey?”

Oh no, now he was getting too comfy laying half of his body over you completely. Lotor was lucky you loved him and to have someone like you to love. After transitioning from strangers, to friends, to roommates, to awkward realizations that maybe this is something more, yes, he would say he was lucky to find love with you. Discovering little tidbits about each other, sharing only what was needed, developing a deeper connection that led to something even more beautiful…

Hearing you say those three little words the first time during the middle of a marshmallow gun fight? Unexpected, but surprisingly pleasant, even if he couldn’t bring himself to say it back. Lotor asked if that bothered you at all, to which you only answered with your own question: does it bother you if I am who I am? The answer was no. Not once did he judge you for sharing your thoughts with him.

I think I like girls. And boys. 

I think I thoroughly enjoyed bumping uglies with you.

I think…I love you. I do. I do love you.

You planted a smooch on the crown of his head, taking in the scent that was uniquely all him, “I bet your tickle spot is somewhere random, like your left ankle or something. Or…or behind your knees! Is it your knees? It is, isn’t it?” 

Instead of giving you one of his vague answers this time, he straightened out both of his legs just out of your reach. Oh ho, you noticed his little movement and the way he reflexively nuzzled into your neck even more. As if his silence would save him from reaching the one goal you were reaching since he tickled you with his claw paws. 

“I do not know,” Lotor teased, egging you on again with that rumbling voice reserved for it’s-too-early mornings, “I dare you to find out, little darling.”

How is it that he could be equally soft and full of trouble? Well, he could ask the exact same thing about you. And the simple answer to that was you both loved each other dearly, with no reservation and with no hesitation. 

[welcometoyournewhell]

Brotherly Tickles

Shiro groaned slightly as the shaking of his bed woke him up. Not having his arm to protect him he was on high alert, well high groggy alert. "Sorry Shiro, go back to bed, " wait.... was that Keith? Shiro sat up slightly, eyes adjusting to the room. Keith was half way over him, trying to get to the vacant part of the bed. "Keith, " he yawned. "What are you doing, you should be resting after that battle, " Keith looked down, full weight on Shiro's legs. " I..... I couldn't sleep. Not after that, " he mumbled. Shiro frowned and pulled the twenty year old closer, into a tight, one armed, hug. "Keith I didn't mean what I said... about giving up on you. I love you, we're brothers, " Keith shook his head slightly before bursting it into Shiro's neck. "That's not it, just.... you died. Your a clone, the fight it's self, " a choked sob escaped the younger mouth. Shiro held him tighter letting out little sh's in an attempt to calm Keith. He could tell Keith was crying prior, as his face was wet before.

"Keith it's okay, " Keith shook his head. "Keith look at me, " he lifted the now scard face. Looking into the blood shot purple eyes Shiro felt a pang in his chest. It hurt. "Keith it's okay. It's over now. Your here, I'm here. Were going back home buddy, we did it, " Keith curled up and started crying into his chest again. Laying back down Shiro started rubbing his back gently. After about a half hour Keith's sobs had subsided and the two lay in silence. A smirk crept onto Shiro's face as an idea hit him. "Come on Keith, let's see a smile, " Keith looked up confused. "We nearly died, I found out you did die, I ripped your arm off, I could have killed you. How am I supposed to smile, " Shiro smiled. "You met your mom, you saved me, you led the team, you made up with Lance, you've done so many joyous things but your only focusing on the negative, " Keith sat up slightly. "How can I think about all that when that just happened, " he cried out. Shiro frowned. "So did your thing with Lance. As with us going home, " home... yeah that sounded nice.

" Oh yeah going back to live on a desert in a cabin that's probably under heavy watch from the Garrison, " Keith sneered. Shiro pushed some of Keith's hair out of his face. " Home with Lance, " he asked. Keith shot him a look of shock and anger. "I'm not leaving you again Shiro, " he sounded almost offended. "Where you go, I go, " Shiro was taken back a bit, but smiled. It was sweet. However he was hoping to make up with Adam, if he hadn't found another man. After all he's been gone a few years and according to his new children everyone thinks he's dead. Adam wouldn't mind Keith, he hoped. Well he didn't mind him before but Keith was also younger then too, but if anything he'd calmed down a lot over the years.

"Wait you just, like just, made things right with Lance and your leaving him again, " Shiro asked. " Shiro which is more important, a brother, or silly crush, " he new Keith didn't mean it that way. He was still impressed though with how loyal Lance was to this relationship. When Keith left they'd only been together a few months, not once had he flirted and according to Hunk he'd have break downs like crazy over Keith. Not once did he think Lance would be able to just have one partner. "Silly crush huh, " he teased. Keith glared at him. "Shiro I'm being serious. You have one arm, what if someone tries to hurt you, or kidnap you again. You can fend then off, " Shiro sat up as much as he could with Keith straddling his lower abdomen.

"Keith you need to lighten up a bit, no ones going to kidnap me, " with his idea still in mind he moved his hand to Keith's side and squeezed it quickly. Keith jumped letting out a yelp before glaring at him. "Don't, " he warned though if he was being honest he missed the physical affection. Like yes Lance's attention and affection was more than what he needed but that's from a lover. Not a brother. He giggled when Shiro's hand spidered up his side. "Sthahap, " he swatted gently as the lone hand. "Are you still upset, " the older asked. Keith moved backwards trying to escape the hand rather than answering. "I'll take that as a yes, " with that he used his leg to pin the smaller male under him. Well flip then sit on.. there for pinning. "Plhease dhohn't, " he giggled in anticipation. "Now see, I think you want me to do this, " Shiro smirked. "Nho! Nho teheasing, " Keith squirmed slightly under the weight as a clawed hand was hovering above his tummy.

Shiro smiled, it wasn't often he'd see Keith like this. "You could easily get out of this, fight back, you know normal things people do when they want to get away. But you aren't, so I'm thinking you want this, " Keith shrieked when the hand vibrated on his stomach, bucking gently. "NHOHT THERE, " he cried, it was becoming hard to control his body movements. "Aww does little Keith Stoll have a ticklish tum tum, " Keith's face turned bright red. He was fourteen anymore, he was twenty. This was just embarrassing. "DHOHON'T YHOHOU S--SHIHAHAHA, " Shiro has started tracing the out side of his navel. "Was that a curse, " Shiro mock gasped. "Keith you know better, " Keith shook his head. This was getting to be a little much. However from experience Shiro could read his body pretty well. He moved away from the sensitive area and up towards Keith's ribs.

Keith bit his lip, arching his back slightly. "Mmmm, " He groaned squeezing his eyes shut. "Holding back on me now, are you, " with that he moved to the upper ribs receiving a gasp. "Eep! Qhahahit it, " he giggled raising his arm to try and grab the assuming hand. Shiro just shook him off before poking his underarm. Lance's shirt was doing little to protect him. Wait.... Lance's shirt? Letting Keith catch his breath Shiro studied the long sleeve shirt. Yeah that was Lance's. His eyes moved up to Keith's confused, beat red, face. Between pants he got out a "What, ". " Really, you and him do... that... then you try to sleep with me, " Keith looked beyond confused. I mean Shiro was going to skin Lance in the morning but right now he was just a bit... well he couldn't really put a word to it. Confused and filled with disbelief... eh yeah. That works.

"What are you talking about, " he asked wipeing swear away from his face. "Your wearing Lance's shirt, " he pointed out. "Yeah, his smell is comforting, " Keith was still confused. "So you didn't... you know, " Keith finally processed. "What? No! Dude the hell, I wouldn't have done that then try to sleep with you! I'm to upset to even think about that stuff, " Shiro drummed his fingers against Keith's side earning new giggles. Lance got to live another day. "So why didn't you try sleeping with Lance, " Keith was squirming against the loose hold. "Allhahaura wouldn't lehet him in mhahay room, " he squealed when the nibble fingers moved up to his chest. "Behehsides, " Shiro stopped to let him speak. "Your.... really comforting. And I wanted to see if you were okay," Shiro smiled. All his children were angels for the most part, I mean Hunk was head angel but. They were all just so sweet and caring.

He leaned down and awkwardly hugged Keith. "I kept having nightmares about the fight. You dying. Just... I wanted to be sure you were safe. Your my brother, and I love you, " the tears were coming. "I'm not going anywhere Keith, I'm right here, " Keith wrapped his arms around his older brother letting out a muffled sob. Poor kid, is all Shiro could think. After about forty fiveish minutes of cuddling and soothing Keith laid back down against the mattress. "You feel better now, " Shiro asked leaning back. Keith nodded, wipeing another tear away. "Yeah... thanks, " Shiro smiled and ruffled his hair. Going to get off Keith he let out a yelp as he was flipped, now Keith had the upper hand. "You forgot about how tickle fights work, " Keith laughed. "Keith don't you -- eep, " He curled on on himself as Keith started poking his thighs. "So can still defend yourself, huh, " it was his turn to tease. Sharing reached behind him for a pillow. As he did his armpit was assaulted gently by one of Keith's hands. Squealing he closed it again as Keith's other hand wiggled under what was left of the other arm.

Shiro's head fell back as his back arched. "Kehehith! Sthahahap it, " he cried thrashing about. "Why don't you show me you can still defend your self, " Keith challenged only to fall forward from ticklish sensations on his tummy again. After a few hours of constant laughter and wrestling the two wound up panting next to each other on the well destroyed bed. "See I can defend ntself, " Keith snorted and playfully hit his arm. "Yeah against the tickle monster, " with that he curled into Shiro's side, letting sleep take over.

"Shiro, " Lance's voice cried out. Shiro shot up in a panic. "Lance leave him be, " he could hear Allura's voice yell from the hall. "What is, what's wrong, " Lance had tears streaming down his face. "Keith's gone, I can't find him! He's not in his room, there's no signs he l--, " the groan beside Shiro caught there attention. "Mmmm Lance it's early, shut up, " his head fell against Shiro's chest. "Keith, " he yelled lifting the sleepy head and planting kisses all over it. "Lance there you are I told you to leave, oh, " the princess took a minute to process the scene in front of her. "Good morning, " Shiro chuckled. Rubbing his eye. "Lance get off me, " Keith groaned. "You had me so worried, I thought you left, or you were kidnapped, " the kisses still didn't let up.

"How are you feeling, " Allura asked walking up to the bedside. "Great actually, " Shiro smiled. "Mmmnnmm, " Keith replied trying to hang onto his sleep. "That's good, we still need to run a few tests though, " she said examining his body. Her eyes landed on Lance's lower half which interrupted her gaze. "O-oh, " she muttered looking away. Confused Shiro looked down, Lance was in nothing but his briefs. "Lance, put some clothes on, " Shiro's face turned red as he threw a blanket at him. Now that he mentioned it was Keith wearing pants? Looking over the head that fell back on his chest he realized Keith was in a pair if boxer briefs. He did have a shirt on, and socks. "You too Keith, " he said pulling another blanket over the lower body. "Few more minutes, " he mumbled snuggling into Shiro. "Hey wait a minute, why are you in bed with my boyfriend, " Lance asked defensively. "Because he doesn't freaking shout when I'm sleeping ass hole, " Shiro and Allura both chuckled at the blush that spread across Lance's face. "Um I'm the boyfriend, if you needed snuggled you could have some to me, " Allura cleared her throat. "He needed rest, " she glared. "He could have rested with me, " he argued. Giving up on sleep Keith growled. "There are different forms of comfort Lance. Some times, " "Some times you just need your dad, " Pidge laughed from the door frame, dodging a pillow the own by Keith.

[fluffandlove]

Pure Irony

Author’s note: First Klance fic for this blog! Very late, very random, but have two boys giggling like a bunch of highschoolers in an alley anyway  Thanks for 800 followers! 

Summary: Keith was going to hell for this, wasn’t he?

But if going to hell meant Lance practically pushing him against a cold wall with their faces barely three inches apart and his adorable, hushed laughter blessing his ears, then Keith was more than ready for it.

Word count: 1,650 

Irony was a funny thing.

“Shit!”

Before he could even utter a sound of protest, he was yanked into the nearest alley by Lance’s warm, yet rough hand. Honestly, Keith kind of wanted to make fun of him for this, but Lance slapped a hand over his mouth and not so subtly sneaked a peek around the corner.

Seriously, this guy would be the worst spy ever. It was a good thing Allura – that girl he’d been crushing on for three years – was a couple of feet away from them and talking to someone, totally oblivious still. Keith hadn’t had time to register who the other person was exactly, but it’d looked like a girl from one of their classes.  

Didn’t have to mean anything. It did to Lance, though.

“What do we do,” Lance hissed and, ah, pressed himself closer to Keith, lowering his hand when he continued, “She can’t see me. What if she thinks I’m stalking her?”

What. How did Lance’s mind even work.

“Right,” Keith deadpanned and resisted the urge to flick his ear. “You both live in the same dorm. We hang out almost every day. Why would she think that you’re stalking her?”

That didn’t seem to any effect on Lance as he curled around Keith again, craning his neck so he could take another look. “Okay, okay, shh. They’re talking. Still talking, laughing, yes I’m sure that that girl’s hilarious. Ugh, just-just turn around. Turn around and walk along, so we can, I dunno, make a one-eighty and get out of here.”

A sigh. “And where exactly do you plan on going? It’s getting late.”

“I’ll sleep on a bench in the park, it’s fine.”

Lance still wasn’t looking at him, his dark eyes totally focused on the other two and Keith couldn’t believe he was actually in this situation. Pressed against a brick wall by that one guy he’d been crushing on for about three years as well, which was fine, totally fine. Said guy’s cologne wasn’t exactly helping, though. Along with the fact that Lance’s face was so close to his own, like, he could feel the warmth of the other’s skin and ugh, Keith really hated his life right now.

Their cheeks were practically touching— anyway. It wasn’t like he could exactly blame Lance for this. He and Allura had been dancing around each other for those damn three years while Keith was on the other side of the room, casually pretending he didn’t mind Lance’s insane pining. And that his poor gay heart wasn’t suffering because of it.

It was usually easy to pretend that it wasn’t affecting him, at all. This particular situation, however, was a whole new level.  

“If she sees me, I might as well die of embarrass-ment!”

That last part turned into a squeak. Keith guessed that one of them had looked in their general direction because Lance, of all things, had buried his face in Keith’s neck.

Peachy.

Keith turned his head a little and tried to focus on their voices as a way to distract himself. They seemed neither nearer nor farther in his opinion. Probably hadn’t even noticed their presence. In fact, they were laughing again, so Lance was truly being paranoid about this.

“They’ll probably talk for another two hours,” Keith whispered and, interestingly, felt Lance shiver. “You’re not gonna die if she sees you, Lance. Let’s just go. ”

But Lance was flailing and squeezing his shoulders, shaking like crazy. Keith was so confused.

“… What?” he mumbled.

“Stoptalkingittickles.”

Right. Yeah, the back of Lance’s neck was really close to his lips, so that made sense.

Surely Keith was not an asshole. He wasn’t gonna take advantage of this. No, not at all—

Never mind. Yes, he was.

“Sorry, what was that?” Keith oh so innocently spoke, making his words even breathier than necessary and almost chuckled when Lance psychically cringed, digging his fingers into Keith’s shirt.

“Fuck you, oh my god,” Lance huffed and raised his head, probably as some sort of way to defend his sensitive neck, but there were more than enough openings.

Gloved hands snuck down to Lance’s waist, slipped under his jacket and threateningly stayed there, enjoying the full body shiver he managed to cause with that simple touch. Lance was glaring daggers at him, obviously trying to look intimidating, but it was pretty cute in Keith’s eyes.

Lance was literally pouting. “Keith, my dude, my man, think about what you’re doing.”

“I already am,” was the smug reply, accompanied by a small squeeze that made Lance jerk forward with a panicked gasp. “’s pretty fun if you ask me.”

Squeeze, squeeze.

“They’ll hear us!” Lance panted, his lips curled into a forced smile, hands still holding onto Keith’s arms for dear life.

“Better make sure they don’t, then.”

It was so mean. Maybe a little too mean. Still, creating a memory of Lance laughing breathlessly into the crook of his neck was gonna be worth it. Their position had been an absolute nightmare before and now he was able to enjoy every second of it.

Now he didn’t mind their proximity, or the lovely smell of Lance’s cologne, or the way his warm hands were gripping his upper arms. He could get used to Lance’s short huffs of giggles brushing over his collarbone, his body twitching along with his fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin because, well, he’d casually flicked up his shirt and went under it.

Yeah, there it was. A muffled shriek. He could feel Lance’s lips stretching into a wide grin.

At this point, Keith was shaking with silent laughter, too. His fingers roamed over Lance’s back, muscles twitching every time he brushed over another ticklish spot and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind.

“I hate y-you,” Lance groaned and jumped when Keith’s fingers hovered near his ribs. “I will get you back for this.”  

Instead of answering, Keith scribbled a bunch of random patterns over the other’s ribcage that made Lance go rigid before he hid his face in Keith’s chest, more soft laughter escaping. Allura and the other girl were still talking and didn’t appear to have noticed Keith being a huge dick, so he decided he could step up his game a little.

By leaning forward until his lips were close to Lance’s ear again and murmuring, “Sure you will.”

Poor Lance scrunched up his shoulders and waved his hands around like a ninja, which was so very amusing that Keith had to look away for a second to compose himself. His hands were still very much under Lance’s shirt, just chilling. Holding his waist like guy friends do.

Keith was going to hell for this, wasn’t he.

But if going to hell meant Lance practically pushing him against a cold wall with their faces barely three inches apart and his adorable, hushed laughter blessing his ears, then Keith was more than ready for it.

Yeah, it was bad. But also kind of fun. Lance was holding him so tightly, bubbly and giddy laughter continuously pouring out of him and Keith both loved and hated himself for being the one responsible for it.

“I’m dying,” Lance whined through his endless stream of giggles and laid his hands over Keith’s chest. Not holding him, but not pushing him away, either. All the while Keith ran his hands over his sides and ribs, barely grazing him, but it had the desired effect nonetheless. “The police will come for your sneaky ass.”

“I’ll go to jail for tickling you?”

Snicker. “Yes.”

Stupid, unbelievable Lance was mirroring his smirk. “Idiot.”

Apparently their voices had been loud enough to draw attention, because they heard footsteps. It was somehow possible for Lance to bring their bodies even closer and Keith instinctively tightened his grip on his hips.

“Thought I heard voices. Oh, hey, it’s Lance! And— Keith?”

Keith should’ve seen this coming. “Hi.”

“… It’s not what it looks like?” Lance added lamely, still curled up in Keith’s arms, face flushed beyond saving.

A few seconds passed in which Allura’s eyes darted back and forth between them before her pretty face broke into a knowing smile. “I’m sure it isn’t. Sorry for interrupting.”

The other girl politely stayed on the other side of the wall, so Keith couldn’t see her and he was thankful for that. Lance simply flashed her one of his dashing grins, clearly aware of the fact that he wasn’t gonna sweet-talk himself out of this one and Keith was starting to feel the guilt eating at him.

It had all been fun and games until now. Maybe he’d overstepped some boundaries. Damn.  

He nodded when Allura told them goodnight and left him and (his feelings for) Lance alone.

“We were spotted,” Keith awkwardly broke the silence after they were out of earshot.

Lance still hadn’t moved. “Yeah and it was totally your fault.”

“Pretty sure it was yours.”

It drew another small huff of laughter out of Lance who finally decided to stand up straight and, oh, Keith probably had to pull his hands back. They felt oddly cold and he could only watch as Lance fixed his shirt and jacket.

“Guess you were right.”

Blink, blink. “I was right?” Keith gaped at him.

“Yeah,” Lance flashed him a grin. “She saw me and I didn’t die. I’m a total survivor.”

Right. That.

“Told you,” Keith managed to grin back and followed him out of the alley until he fell into step beside him. They also fell into a silence but Lance did move closer to him, their shoulders and hands shyly touching. “You’re not… mad?”

“’course not.” Lance looked back at him, a soft smile on his face. “I’ll admit I was being a bit dramatic. You can make it up to me by coming over for a movie night.”

Irony. ‘Twas truly a funny thing.