#ticklish hugs

[valiantphantomangel]

Hi! Do you think you could do a Cedric X Reader where he likes to trap Reader in tickle hugs until she falls to the floor and he follows her down and wrecks her on the floor?

The boyfriend

"you know Y/N for someone who is very bratty your awfully ticklish" Cedric said with a grin as he tickled your sides while trapping you in a bear hug from behind.

"what did I do this timehihihihih" you giggle as you lean back against him, squirming in his hold.

"nothing but you're just too adorable for your own good" he said with a grin as he spidered up your sides and blew a raspberry in your neck.

"CedricHIHIHIH" you laughed loudly as you fell to the ground to try and escape his tickling which of course didn't work because the smug bastard just followed you down and pinned your back against his chest, giving him full access to all your death spots.

"Now where should I go next" he mused as he squeezed your knees which you laughed almost hysterically at and tried to hit him "Hey! That's not very nice!".

He pulled your arms up and wiggled his fingers in your armpit.

"NO HAHAHAHAH" you cackled as you squirmed around.

"Aww~ tickle tickle tickle~" he cooed as he scribbled over your tummy.

"CedricHIHIHIH!" You scream with laughter as you trash around.

"yeah that's my name" he grinned as he continued his tickle attack.

You continue to laugh for what felt like hours before your laughter went silent and Cedric stopped, pulling you up to sit on his lap with a fond smile while wrapping his arms around you gently.

"You are the worst" you giggle as you breath heavily, leaning into your boyfriend's embrace.

"And you are the sweetest, most adorable and coolest person ever" he smiled as he booped your nose and snuggled with you for the rest of the night.

[kanene-yaaay]

No one:

My brain: teheheeeeee tickles <3

[guppygiggles]

If you're sad right now, this is for you, too. 💙

🔞 No minor interaction, please. 🔞

[amazingmsme]

Hc for my fav father and son duo again 🤧 *side note after re-reading this, it kinda feels like a small fic now 😭*

Telemachus can't still grapple with the fact that Odysseus is finally home. And now that his father is home, he's now anxious of losing him again.

He couldn't sleep thanks to his newly formed separation anxiety. He would sometimes sneak in his parents room and watch Odysseus sleep just to reassure himself that his father won't disappear out of thin air and all of those events that happened was just a dream. Of course, Odysseus, the ever cunning man that he is, notices his son.

"Telemachus- son, is something wrong?" Odysseus asks with sleep still drawling in his voice. Telemachus, like a deer in headlights, stares at his father and darts away from the room.

Odysseus gets out of bed to looks for Telemachus and found him in his room- sitting by the window, staring in to the night sky. He sits at the opposite and looks at his son. Under the moonlight, he sees bags under his son's eyes.

"What's troubling you?" He gently asks, although he already knows what's truly bothering his son.

"Nothing. I just couldn't sleep." Telemachus shifts with unease. Silence falls between them. The leaves rustle as the wind blows at the very cold night.

"You're afraid of losing me, aren't you?" Odysseus finally spoke up. Telemachus curls himself, hugging his knees close to his chest. Avoiding his father's gaze. "You've been watching me sleep, ever since I-"

"It's stupid, ok? I'm sorry." Telemachus cringes at himself. He sounds like child again and he felt powerless.

"Oh my boy." Odysseus moves forward and brings his arms around Telemachus. "It's not stupid and I'm not going anywhere now, understand? We'll have more years ahead of us together." He mumbles his promise.

Telemachus leans his head on his father's shoulder. "I know, I know. Sorry."

"Hush now. No need to apologize." He gently rubs his son's hair. "Will you able to sleep now?"

"I'm not tired yet." Telemachus' voice muffled, his head still resting on his father's shoulders.

Odysseus grins. An idea formed in his. An old trick he used to do to his crew. "Would you like to be?"

"I suppose." He replies. Oblivious to his father's scheme.

Odysseus sneaks a pokes at his son's side. "H-hey!" Telemachus jumps like 10 feet in the air. "What was that for?!" Telemachus giggles. A sweet sound to Odysseus' ears.

"What? You said you wanted to be tired out. That's what I'm doing." He cheekily grins. Odysseus then spiders his fingers to his son's sides again.

"Nohohoho! Dohohon't!" Telemachus tried to fend of Odysseus relentless hands but his father is really an expert in this and just finds other spots to tickle him. He skitters his fingers on his neck, his ears, his armpits, his sides and his stomach. No spot is safe from Odysseus.

"Don't what my son?" Odysseus asks innocently. He's now trying this trick and see if it works on Telemachus.

"TIHIHICKLE MEHEHE!" Gotcha. Odysseus grins. "Well, if you want to be tickled, who am I to say no to it?" He then squeezes Telemachus' thighs.

"FAHAHAHATHER NOHOHOHO! YOU LIAHHAHAR!" Telemachus hollers. He knows that his father can be ruthless but not this kind of ruthless. This is torture! He tries to escape from his Odysseus's clutches, but he can't really move.

After a few minutes of torment, Odysseus stops his tickle attacks. Telemachus was left breathless, gasping for air. "Tired now?" His father grins.

"Yehehes." Telemachus says in between his breathing. "I swear, I'm going get back to you for this."

Odysseus snorts. "What are you gonna do? You're just a pile of giggles now."

Telemachus blushes. "Jerk." He mutters under his breathe. "I'll get you...someday." He promises.

Odysseus smiles. "Well I look forward to it." He looks away for one second and looks back at Telemachus, now fast asleep. Snoring even. He fondly chuckles at his son, carefully carries him to his bed.

Before he leaves he gives him a kiss on the forehead. "I will never leave you again. That I swear."

So sorry it took so long to post but I’ve been hoarding this in my ask box because it makes me so happy every time I look & reread it, but the joy needs to be shared!!

This is so sweet & fluffy but with just a drop of angst & that’s literally the best combo! Holding this fic near & dear to my heart & never letting go 💗

[bow-of-aros]

Day Fifteen: Are You Ticklish?

Summary: It's Ted's birthday and nobody seems to give a damn as per usual. All he wants is to go home and forget that today ever happened.

Seems like his friends have other plans.

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Hey folks! This is my very self-indulgent birthday fic bc it's my birthday and I can do whatever the hell I want!! It's my longest fic this month and I'm very proud of it, so enjoy <33

Also, to the person that put in the request for this day, I hope that you in particular enjoy the most!

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Ted had never had the best experience with birthdays.

Growing up, nobody had really bothered to give half of a shit about him, and it hasn’t exactly changed much since then. Sure, Pete would text him and try to rope him into doing something if he was home, and at one point, there had been Jenny, but that hadn’t exactly worked out.

So when Ted walks into work and is greeted with the usual half-hearted enthusiasm—which is definitely an upgrade from the outright disdain from before The Incident—Ted just sighs and accepts that it’s gonna be another shitty birthday.

The Incident. Nobody’s really quite sure what happened. In fact, they all tried to not think about it as much as physically possible.

Ted’s just grateful that they all seemed to form some sort of trauma bond. Everyone was a bit more tolerant of his antics, sometimes they even smiled at his jokes and references instead of just shaking their heads and ignoring him.

Paul will actually invite him to Beanie’s every once in a while and listen while Ted brags about his genius little brother with something that almost looks like fondness on his face.

Bill doesn’t go see musicals anymore, but he’ll ask Ted if he wants to watch a new movie that’s come out without looking like he’d rather do anything else.

Charlotte got a divorce from Sam and asked Ted to have some space while she sorted out her life and, for once in his life, he respected her wishes and kept his distance. She looked more relaxed around the office and Ted felt like he’d found a real friend in her, like he could just talk to her with only a slight fear of judgment.

And he definitely hadn't set his sights on a beige-wearing, musical-hating coworker of his.

Definitely.

But all of this didn’t mean that they actually liked him. Ted wasn’t stupid enough to think that just because some horrible, incredibly traumatizing thing happened to all of them that they would suddenly start actually enjoying the company of their disgusting sleazeball coworker.

But still, Ted would take what he could get, and he’d actually started looking forward to coming to work, even if he threw up a little in his mouth at the thought.

He couldn’t help but be disappointed when he didn’t even get so much as a ‘Happy birthday’ though. Like, sure, they weren’t exactly best buds, but the bar really isn’t set that high!

As the day goes on, Ted notices that his frien—coworkers are avoiding him more often than was usual. It was almost like they were slipping back into their pre-Incident dynamic. Conversations would stop the second he stepped in the room, attempts at jokes fell flat and were only met with a roll of the eyes, and Ted found himself falling back into his old role in response.

He curled in on himself more before trying to project the false bravado that had once felt like a second skin to him. His any attention is good attention mindset was back in full swing, praying that something he did would get anyone to just talk to him!

Thankfully, that only lasted for a little while before he realized that he didn’t want to be that Ted anymore, and wasn’t that a revelation to examine literally never.

By the end of the day, Ted was exhausted. Mr. Davidson had asked him to stay a few minutes late to help him with some last-minute filing, which could not have been that important but hey, he had nothing better to be doing.

He’d spent a solid few hours picking through his memory to try and figure out if he’d done anything extra repulsive within the past few days and came up empty-handed.

Paul had even gone home early, also known as not thirty minutes late, which he never did and Ted was worried enough—and desperate enough— that he’d sent a u gud? To which he’d received a perfectly punctuated Yeah. Thanks, Ted.

Was it sad that those three words had made him feel better than anything else that day? Definitely.

Was Ted going to take anything he could get? Abso-fucking-lutely.

As he pulled into his driveway, all he could think about was ordering some shitty takeout, drinking some shitty beer, and pretending that he didn’t exist until this shitty day was over. Hopefully, everything would go back to normal tomorrow, and Ted could just chalk today up to his birthday curse.

The key slipped into the door and it turned after the required two seconds of trying to jimmy it open.

As his hand fumbled for the light he called out, “Hey Pete! I’m home! Fair warning to finish anything up before I—OH HOLY FUCK!”

The light flipped on, revealing a very brightly decorated living room and Paul, Bill, and Charlotte gleefully yelling, “SURPRISE!”

Silence rang for a moment.

Two.

“Ted? Are you… Crying?”

At Charlotte’s question Ted whipped around and very unsubtly scrubbed at his eyes as he said, “No! It’s hay fever season! I just have, uh,” He sniffled, damn it, “I just have really bad allergies.”

He turned back just in time to catch an armful of knitted sweater and curly hair.

“I’m sorry!” She said, somehow managing to be the one holding him despite the fact that he had a foot on her at least, “I told them that a surprise party was a bad idea! But they were so set on it and I’m so bad at keeping secrets! And oh my God we were so mean to you today!”

Charlotte pulled away to look him in the eye, “Can you forgive us? Please?”

Honestly, Ted had forgiven them the second he learned that they all hadn’t gone back to not-so-secretly hating them.

And he’d never really been able to say no to Charlotte.

“Alright. I guess I can forgive you.”

She let out an ear-piercing shriek before throwing herself back at him and Ted found himself sinking into the affection.

A warm body encompassed him from behind as Bill joined the hug and, fuck, Ted couldn’t burst into tears again and ruin the image he’d been carefully cultivating for the past however many years.

“Yeah, man. We were kinda shitty today. Sure it was all to keep the party hidden but that’s not an excuse. Are you alright?”

They are not making this easy on him.

“Yeah!” Oh, that was way too high-pitched. Let’s try that one again.

“Yeah.” Much better, “I definitely wasn’t worried that I’d done something wrong and you guys all hated me again and I’d fucked up the only actual friendships I’ve had since I was a kid or anything.”

…Yikes. Great save, Spankoffski.

Ted felt an arm wind its way around his waist, giving him an awkward side hug and holy shit. Paul, Mr. If-you-come-within-two-feet-of-me-I-will-dissolve-out-of-pure-social-discomfort, was hugging Ted.

“Look, Ted,” said Paul in the voice of someone not well-versed in the art of reassurance which, hey, neither is Ted, “Sure, you used to be a disgusting sleazeball that we all tried to avoid.”

“But,” He raised his voice to be heard over Charlotte and Bill’s groaning, “You’ve changed. And we can see that you’ve put actual effort into changing. We honest to God like you Ted, you’re our friend! Hell, would we have done all this for you if you weren’t?”

Paul gestured at the room and Ted looked at the balloons scattered around, at the cake on the table and the three wrapped presents sitting on the couch.

Huh.

“No,” Ted said slowly, still trying to wrap his head around the concept, “You definitely wouldn’t.”

“Exactly! Now, why don’t you say we— What was that?”

The squeeze Paul had given to his side that Ted was sure was supposed to be reassuring had the unfortunate side effect of making Ted nearly jump out of his own damn skin. Of course, it was just his luck that the Spankoffski charm had come with a large dose of the Spankoffski super-fucking-ticklish.

“Nothing!”

He could feel Charlotte grinning against his chest as Bill tightened his hold, effectively eliminating all possible escape routes.

“That didn’t sound like nothing,” Charlotte said, mischief colouring her voice, “You should try that again, Paul! See if we can give Ted some good old-fashioned birthday cheer!”

At that, Ted actually started to put up a fight, if pretty half-assed.

“No! I’m already cheerful so that’s not necessARY— Pahahahaul nononono shihihihit!”

Laughter tumbled from his lips, echoed by the people surrounding him as he tried and failed to escape.

Paul’s voice rose above the noise in utter disbelief, “Are you telling me that you, the guy who can’t get enough of bugging everyone else, are ticklish?! We could have been using this against you for years!”

“No I’m nohohohot!”

Ted was going to go crazy. Paul’s hand had moved up to his ribs and was now prodding at the bones and wiggling between them, making Ted’s laughter pitch up into childlike giggles much to the delight of his tormentors.

“Are you suuurrrreee?” Charlotte asked, giving a quick scribble to his spine and laughing ecstatically at the snort that elicited.

“Yeah, Ted!” Bill chimed in, “You seem pretty ticklish to me! But, if you’re not, then you won’t mind if we stay here a little longer. It is your birthday, after all, gotta make sure that you feel loved and appreciated!”

Paul leaned in close enough that Ted was grateful that the red in his cheeks could be explained away as he said, “All you have to do to make this stop is just admit that you’re ticklish. Is that really so hard?”

He lightened his touch enough to let Ted catch his breath a bit and give him a chance to tap out if he wanted to.

But Ted Spankoffski is a man of honour and dignity and he WILL NOT GIVE IN!

“Go fuhuhuck yourself, Paul!”

Any fire in his words was snuffed out by the lingering giggles, but Paul still gasped, playfully affronted in a way that Ted’s never seen, but knows can’t be good.

“Well,” Paul says simply, “You asked for it.”

And Ted was thrown back into laughter as Paul’s hands dug back into his ribs, aided by the occasional pokes and scribbles from Bill and Charlotte who seemed mostly content to hold him in place and let Paul do all the work.

“PAUL!” Paul had vibrated his hand into the soft space just below Ted’s lowest ribs and, yeah, this is how he was going to die, “Paulpaulpaul plehehehease! I’ll sahahay it! I cahahahan’t!”

“You can’t say it?” Oh that little shit, “I’m sure I can help you out there.”

“No! I’m ticklish! I’m tihihihihicklish! Now please let me gohohohoho!”

With that proclamation of defeat, they all unwound themselves from around Ted, and he did his best to not miss the warm pressure as they guided him to his ratty old couch, unstable legs nearly giving out on him before he collapsed on the worn cushions.

As he sat there catching his breath while Paul settled down next to him and Bill and Charlotte started fiddling with the candles on his cake, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

“How the fuck did you guys get into my apartment?”

They all laughed as Paul said, “Peter gave me his key. Told us to not fuck this up.” His voice slid into something a little more fond, “You’ve got a good kid on your hands, Ted.”

“Yeah,” Ted said, the grin on his face more than just the remnants of his ordeal, “I really do.”

Suddenly, Bill and Charlotte were bringing the cake towards him in all its fiery glory.

“Alright sleazeball, make a wish.”

Normally, Ted would hate being called that by someone other than himself, but Charlotte said it with such fondness that he really couldn’t bring himself to mind.

He thinks for a moment, then takes in a big breath and blows out all the candles in one fell swoop.

After the cheering died down, Bill asked, “What did you wish for?”

Ted just gave him his signature grin and said, “I can’t tell you, Billy. It wouldn’t come true!”

The rest of the day flew by, filled with laughter and games and only a few drinks. Looks like the birthday curse is broken, because this one had been pretty damn perfect.

I wish that all of my birthdays could be the same as this one, minus the first half, surrounded by my friends who just want to see me smile.

[coy-lee]

Maybe I can see Spamton getting raspberry on his belly? 👀👉👈

Well... I had a mighty need and he is indeed getting razzles 👀...

From beloved cat dad...

[strawbbfluff]

Tch. National bf day. Who wants to be my bf for a day

[dbear2]

While I have your arms pinned over your head, I’m in the mood to surprise you. Maybe it would’ve been very ticklish for me to… squeeze your sides, or tickle your armpits… maybe go for your hips!

But I don’t think you could’ve accounted for my finger suddenly wiggling into your chest <3 my fingers wiggling against your collarbones, and right under them, as I get a lot of giggles from you. Your neck scrunches up as if that’ll stop me, but you’re in such a panic because I’ve never tickled you there before!

Maybe some fingers will wiggle between your bicep and tricep next! Or maybe I’ll squeeze into your shoulders and elbows ticklishly and watch the unfamiliar sensation make you louder~

You poor thing, I bet you can’t even believe that I’m able to tickle you this much, but let’s face it, you’re my little tickle toy, and I get to decide where I tickle you <3

Maybe I can wrestle down your legs next and poke around behind your knees and your calves. You can’t hide your poor calves from me either~ they’re so grabbable and squishable, and you really can’t get away <3 who knows, maybe next I’ll hold your feet down and tickle your ankles a bunch, my fingers just softly gliding around and stimulating you <3

You’d think tickles right in your soles would destroy you, but this is just humiliating, they’re just your ankles! You’re laughing and giggling so much, you’d think I was doing so much worse~ but here are you are, giggling because I’m just touching you funny.

(For @magicaltickles )

[nucanitickles]

Rei Gets Got Drabble + Headcanons

Eiden hadn't expected his first-aid classes to actually come in handy in Klein.

They'd been required for a couple of his jobs, just a quick course on what he was most likely to encounter, but with all the healing magic and essence transfusions he hadn't really been practicing.

But when he went into Rei's room to find him having a seizure... Well, thank God Eiden hadn't slept through that one.

As it was right now, Rei's head was cradled on Eiden's lap, a pillow laid on top of his knees to ensure he wouldn't hurt himself. He couldn't note when the seizure started, especially since he was already in the throes of it when he found him, but he remembered that staying with them and talking calmly was important, so he did that. It was mostly meaningless platitudes - telling him he was ok and that Eiden was here - but he didn't really know what else to say.

Father was perched on the bed above, cooing frantically and ruffling his feathers. Eiden imagined the bird was as terrified as he was, but he didn't have time to comfort the animal. As soon as Rei's shaking ended, he had to turn him on his side.

Soon enough, the shaking stopped, and Eiden rolled him over. Rei couldn't help but groan, and Eiden shushed him gently, rubbing one hand up and down his shoulder. "It's ok, Rei, it's ok." He murmured helplessly, "Let me know when you're back with us. You're doing so well, just keep breathing."

"Where..."

"You're at the mansion, you were staying the night because it was too late for you to set off home. I found you seizing in your room - I know you still call it a guest room but it's basically yours by now, we should make it feel more like it belongs to you... Oh! When Yakumo and I were at the market earlier I found some little decorations that I think are right up your alley! Tomorrow I'll ask Aster for some money and we'll go get you kitted out..."

Eiden kept rambling, even as one of Rei's hands snuck up and grabbed a hold of Eiden's. The scientist held on tightly, barely listening, and Eiden lightly stroked his thumb on the back of his palm. Eiden's other hand went up to his ear - not the one with the gemstone - and lightly traced it in a soothing manner. He could see the twitch in Rei's lips, but it was more of a soft, grounding kind of tickle. The kind that let him know that even if he wasn't listening, Eiden was still there.

"You know, I'm surprised with all your sciencey ways you haven't joined Blade on his Tickle Experiments yet." Eiden mused, "I would have thought that'd be right up your alley, taking note of where everyone's sensitive and torturing them." Father cooed in agreement, and Rei shot a half-hearted glare his way. "Ha! See! Father agrees with me."

"It's ... hardly the most interesting of experiments." Rei's voice was slightly slurred, but he seemed to be coming back to himself.

"I'm sorry, have you seen some of the people around here? Edmond has very interesting reactions, thank you very much, and no one's been able to get Kuya yet so that's uncharted territory! Come on, are you telling me you're not even a little interested?"

"... Maybe. It might... be fun..."

"There you go! Tomorrow we'll kit out your room and Blade and yourself can go on a tickle rampage. I'll make sure everyone is in, just for you~ Just leave Quincy and Blade, they're not ticklish at all, believe me I tried!"

Rei giggled quietly, and Eiden moved his fingers down to his neck, just tickling enough that the giggles kept coming. "Blade will probably want to get you though. He doesn't like missing data."

"Neither do I."

They stayed like that for a while, rambling conversations and soft giggles filling the silence. And if, when Rei was feeling better, he pulled Eiden's hand down to his side, neither of them would tell a soul.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

🖤 Listen Rei needs a fucking hug ok my man is the nu carnival developers punching bag

🖤 Anyway, Rei for me is a pretty even switch. And a bitch. But anyway he'll lee and he'll ler, and he'll never seem particularly enthusiastic about either unless you can get him in a really soft state.

🖤 As a lee I think he'd be mostly into comfort tickles. The soft gentle kind, where his ler will stop it the slightest indication of it being too much. I don't think he's too ticklish, which does help that, but he has very strong boundaries that you have to be very careful not to cross. He's had his lines crossed too often before. Also Father will kill you.

🖤 Probably has really soft and really cute laughter - a little wheezy if you get him fully going, but it's just very low and very sweet.

🖤 Would probably be ticklish in the normal places. I like to headcanon that the gemstone locations are very sensitive, but aside from that one ear he's not hyper ticklish or anything, just at a solid middling point. I think his preferred locations for tickles are ears, neck and probably his back - the kind of locations that are good for cuddling and gentle tickling.

🖤 As a ler, he's the experimental ler. One proper wrecking to find out where your sensitive spots are, and then subsequent wreckings are whenever he finds something new to get a rise out of you. A hairbrush, a feather, a ribbon - he must record all the reactions to find the perfect tickle tool.

🖤 A teasy bugger because the way he teases doesn't sound like your normal teases - he just comments on sensitivity like an actual scientist and it's really unnerving and for some reason that makes it tickle more?? Weirdo. I love him.

[nikki-tine]

Just oooone more thing to add before I get some sleep:

My Deitysonas are not exempt from being ticklish.~

If you want to utterly destroy a god with tickles, then my Deitysonas are very much fitting that criteria :3

[anxious-lee]

reread all of your huskerdust fics today and just wanna say thank you for furthering the lee!husk agenda <333 youre doing gods work out here i need to see that kitty cat get capital W Wrecked and you always come through with the goods. hope ur having a good day 💞

I actually had a really exhausting day but reading this made me laugh and smile 🥹🩷

[baby-xemnas]

Xem thanks to you I have the stupid mental image of stoic dom law uncontrollably giggling while being with bepo because of tickly fur. Law tries so hard to be ‘cool’ in the moment and just fails at it because he can’t stop laughing. This image is haunting my waking life

im happy to haunt anybody any time

thats all dorky and fun and i love when sexual moments get to be silly but im way too logical for this - if he his balls got ticklish his giggling would be hot and breathy so its still pretty sexy!

also call me Kot

[kanene-yaaay]

The Intervention (Tickletober Day 11)

Kanene's notes: .....this was NOT supposed to be this long, really kjhgfdfghjkjhgf. Anyway, writing this made me realize how Wei Wuxian would THRIVE with "That's what she said" and "This would be the title of your porn movie". Is that relevant to the story? No, I just thought it while writing kjhgfghjik. I haven't written from day 4 to the last one so idk how the updating will be iuytgthyujuhyg let's see!

Day 11 - "Hug" (Tickletober) and "Favorite Character" (form MXTXtober)

Warnings: Some dirty jokes, comfort and lots of tickles. Ticklish!Jiang Cheng and Ler!Lan Wangji&Ler!Wei Wuxian. Around 5.000 words.

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There was a sound of a door opening and in a blink he was standing, there was white and arms that suddenly embraced him. Before he could summon his sword, Zidian already sparking, the scent of sandalwood hit him.

"What do you think you’re doing?!" Jiang Cheng barked, heart still on his throat from the scare, even if his muscles kept trying to relax. “Fuck, Wangji, has knocking suddenly become a foreign concept for you?”

Looking up, golden eyes stared amusedly at him, making his face contort into a frown as he tried to pry himself from the embrace. Unsurprising, he was completely unsuccessful. Damn Lans and their stupid arm strength. "Let me go in this instant. "

Lan Wangji’s face explained him nothing and his arms simply pulled him even further on his chest, a small tilt of the corner of his mouth showing his smugness. "Hugging Wanyin." He ignored completely the other part of his sentence.

"Hugging, my ass!" Quick as lightning there was a pinch in that exact place, making Jiang Cheng yelp and twitch further on the hug. This fucker. Because he wasn’t above retaliation, Jiang Cheng pinched his side, watching with a grin his eyes widen the slight bit before narrowing in his direction. He raised his chin at the challenge. "What is this?"

Lan Wangji didn't answer, but his gaze traveled to somewhere behind him, right as the soft sound of a door being closed quietly stretched in the air. Jiang Wanyin froze.

This was a trap.

Before he could start to trash once more in the hold, another pair of arms encircled him from behind, warmth involving him from every angle and part, making his breath stutter for a moment. He suppressed a shiver and shoved the strong feeling of wanting to melt completely on the embrace even harder down in his chest.

"This is an intervention!" Wei Wuxian shouted way too excited and way too close to his ear. All the questions about Lan Wangji's strange behavior disappeared. Of course Wei Wuxian would be the one responsible for that.

"This is an attack." Jiang Wanyin replied and tried to headbutt the one behind him, who simply snickered in delight and dodged, never letting go of him. Jiang Cheng refused to feel happy about that. "What the fuck are you intervening for? Is Yunmeng's hospitality not good enough for you two?"

"It's more about Yunmeng's leader not showing his hospitality enough." Wei Wuxian twists his head just enough that his pout is visible. "Leaving his two favorite people in the world cold and lonely, abandoned, even! Every single morning without fail or a whisper of mercy. Such a cold heart and demeanor."

"What? Wangji wakes up earlier than both of us! Go trap him!"

"My Lan Zhan would never leave me cold and unattended in the morning." Wei Wuxian sniffed dramaticall. If he was not too preoccupied with securing, caham, I mean, hugging Jiang Cheng, he probably would be gesturing all around the place. "He stays with me for sichens until I wake up too." He sent those golden eyes a loving sigh and adoring gaze above the Wanyin’s shoulder. 

Jiang Cheng groaned in disgust and scoffed. "Your 'Lan Zhan' is a softie who bends down to you every whim."

Wei Wuxian snickered and Jiang Cheng’s mind immediately caught up with the dirty joke before he even opened his mouth. Quickly, he freed an arm and put on his mouth and continued before the other could go. "Besides, I have obligations and chores to attend to. Contrary to my esteemed guests,” only he could say this title with so much sarcasm and still so little heat, “I don't have the luxury to spend hours with nothing to do."

"Only because Wanyin is stubborn." Lan Wangji's face was close, openly staring at him like he could read every corner of his soul. Once, years ago, Wei Wuxian had said that Lan Zhan could look at you like he had all the time in the world to keep doing so and Jiang Wanyin had scoffed at it. Suddenly, he knew exactly what Wei Wuxian meant. "Were he to say this to us before, we would have started to help him sooner." The corner of his eyes crinkled the slightest bit. "Now we need an intervention."

“What you need is- GAH! Wei Wuxian!!” Tearing his arm away with a grimace, the one in purple bristled at Wei Wuxian, who laughed delighted. “Don’t lick me, you child! Jin Ling had better manners when he was three!”

Thankfully Wei Wuxian shoved down the other dirty joke, which was the only reason he was going to live another day, really, but the smug stare at knowing Jiang Cheng also thought it was there. Urg. It was horrible to be attuned to his mind.

“Aiya, A-Cheng, stop being so grumpy!” Impossibly, he squeezed even closer, Jiang Cheng could feel goosebumps spreading on the back of his neck where his breath hit him, his every move as hands and arms rested on his torso, right on his ribs.. 

A deranged thought filled his mind, one filled with warm touches, loud laughter, big grins and having nowhere to run from it. A tiny, quick twitch of lips took over him before he bit it back and turned into his usual frown, ignoring fervently Lan Wangji’s attentive gaze following his every move. 

“Aren’t you happy to have such caring people around you, huh?”

“Wanyin’s face shows his delight.” 

Wei Wuxian blurted in laughter at that and Jiang Cheng turned his full scowl into Wangji’s way, who basked uncaringly, absorbed into his husband’s laughter. Shameless. Why was he the one condemned to be locked with them and their horrible flirting?

“Ah, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, why doesn't anyone believe me when I say you’re the funniest person I’ve ever known?”

“It’s a wonder.” Jiang Cheng hissed through his gritted teeth, trying to subtly get away from Wei Wuxian, who seemed to focus his every single word, breathe and snicker on his neck, making him really regret the choice of styling his hair into a topknot, bearing the patch of sensitive skin to the world.

(It was never a problem, before. They knew better than to try… this with him. No one ever got close enough.)

Those golden eyes continued honed on him like fire.

“I am telling you, Jiang Cheng.” It took everything from him to not jump when the other unannouncedly draped himself on his shoulder. Angling his words just right to hit both his neck and his ear, again. Did he know? Was he even realizing what he was doing? Probably not, Wei Wuxian made getting on other’s nerves such an art that he probably could do it naturally, simply by being there. Jiang Cheng straightened his posture, holding himself tight. “You’re losing so much by being here all the time. Lan Zhan’s incredible humor, my winning charisma…”

There was no helping his snort at that.

“Hey!” Wei Wuxian bristled, jolting on his back and Jiang Cheng could feel him smiling beside the protest, his arm moving and oh no, no, no, no.

 His eyes widened.  He was going to do that. It was only natural, an usual part of Wei Wuxian’s affection, full of draping arms and playful pokes of teasing and pushing your buttons at any opportunity. He looked down with wide eyes and there it was, the offending hand going up and up, stopping a few inches from his face, one finger extended and…

And Jiang Cheng couldn’t help it, at the smallest movement, before he realized it was simply wagging at him, he squirmed away a tiny, almost inaudible squeak on his throat.

Lan Wangji’s eyes narrowed on him and he knew.

“A-Cheng?”

This time he covered his shiver by pushing himself away again, but with more purpose, as if this was his intention all along. “Don’t ‘hey’ me as if you didn’t put us all in this situation yourself! Let go, I have more important things to do.”

“Harsh! We can’t just let you go, yet! First you must listen to all of our extremely compelling and irrefutable arguments, then yield to our points and then we can snatch you away and enjoy your new break together.” As the leader of the sect opened his mouth to complain, Wei Wuxian quickly pulled his strongest, most convincing weapon. “Lan Zhan!”

Fingers pressed on his sides and Jiang Cheng froze. The Lan held no particular expression on his face and his voice out smooth and unbothered as always.

“Wei Ying gets displeased by your absence.” Thankfully, Wei Wuxian’s own squawk of protest drowned his own when those fingers began moving methodically, pressing purposefully on the skin and scratching softly, as if there were small spiders, restless vines crawling from each point of touch to his throat, making it fill with embarrassing giggles. Wangji continues as if he heard nothing. “During his tours of Lotus Pier, there is the constant mention of Wanyin’s name and shared childhood memories. At morning, we ask the servants for permission to join your breakfast and hardly succeed, since Wanyin is already working. When Wei Ying goes for our walks, there are plenty of detours to watch the advanced senior disciples classes taught by their sect leader. At night, Wei Ying trains with both Gusu Lan and YunmengJiang forms, growing in each. Partially unsupervised.” 

At this, he starts to pinch lightly his sides with determination, as if each point fuelled him, making Jiang Cheng take a quick breath and hold it in the fear that if he let the smallest thing go, his entire composure would be in scrambles. His entire body trembles with his force of keeping quiet. Wei Wuxian misinterprets it, of course he does. 

(They are one of the same.)

“Ah, Lan Zhan, there is no need to be so worried. I already trained these forms before so it’s only a matter of getting this new body used to it.” He let out a laugh with no humor and the other two immediately knew what kind of conflicting words would come out. “Besides, I am sure that Jiang Cheng already has so much to do, he doesn’t need to give me extra classes. I am quick to catch up, you’ll see! I will be with a fully formed core in no time!”

Jiang Cheng grabbed one of Wangji’s hands at the same time he stopped with his… musings. Good, they share the same objective then. He closed his eyes, the words from the other finally sinking in his head

“If you wanted classes, you should have said it, not lurk around my disciples like a criminal. That is why they have been so distracted lately, then, I should’ve known it was you.” He huffed, ignoring both of their reactions and pressing before he was interrupted. “After dinner, we’re going to spar and I will see in what class I will put you in.”

“Jiang Cheng, you don’t-”

“Shut it! Do you think that just because you died you can escape your responsibilities as their Da-Shixiong?” He scowled and ignored the fragile gasp behind him. “You better give your everything in these classes and then start to teach them. Unless you’re currently so weak that not even the little kids could learn from you.”

Wangji looked at him in both warning and something warmer. The other turned to the other side, refusing to acknowledge it.

“Okay.” Wei Wuxian sounded happy and small. “You’re not scared that I’ll turn all of them into incorrigible little demons?”

“As if they could become more unruly than they are.”

“A-Cheng! Are you doubting my abilities? I will let you know that in Gusu I-”

“Wei Ying.” Wangji lightly reminded.

“That is right, that's right, Lan Zhan. We are already missing the point of this intervention. Do you want me to share my arguments now?” Wei Wuxian rested on Jiang Cheng’s back, one arm extending to lay on Wangji’s cheek., who dutifully turned around and kissed  it tenderly.

Jiang Cheng batted the arm away. If those two wanted to be affectionate they could very well get out and do it in their rooms, very far away from his general existence. 

The good point of his actions: now there was no more shamelessness in front of him. 

The bad point: Lan Wangji’s entire attention was in him, looking much more focused and determined than normal. He didn’t gulp, because he wouldn’t give the other that satisfaction, but all his senses suddenly came to attention.

“Mm. Later.”

Then he went back to his attack, now ranking his nails from his sides to his belly, right below where Wei Wuxian’s arms crossed, and the knowledge that if his stomach trembled even the slightest bit he would be noticed (and the moment Wei Wuxian noticed it… there was no hope left for him) made the urge to laugh much stronger, obliging him to give up any pretense that he wasn’t being affected to press his mouth firmly closed and let out a tiny, uncontrollable smile.

“Wanyin is pleasant to be around.” He wanted to protest, “pleasant” definitely wasn’t a word that is normally used when talking about him, but Wangji must have noticed something because there was immediately a finger scratching and teasing the skin around his bellybutton, instantly erasing any other thought from his mind. “He is knowledgeable in many of the seven arts and cultivation. He is reliable and a comforting presence in conferences, as we often share the same opinion. All of those points would be increased and improved by Wanyin spending more time with us.”

It was too much, Jiang Cheng could think about hundreds of retorts that question each one of those arguments but his brain could focus in none of them, not when the rhythm of those wiggling fingers changed to a quicker pace, actually poking and scribbling on his belly, making him want to jump out of his skin.

Wei Wuxian was suspicious of his silence. “A-Cheng?” His voice was lower, in the fear that the other was truly upset or overwhelmed and his hand came to rest on his shoulder, brushing on his neck by mistake.

This was what broke the barrier.

Wheezing giggles began to fly in the air and it was so out of place, so surprising that Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but laugh too. 

“What is so funny, A-Cheng? Have you finally come to appreciate the refined humor from my husband?”

Jiang Cheng shook his head, his only free hand lowering and making the one in black and red robes look around him to his husband, who seemed to be… tickling him? His fingers were dancing on his belly, prodding at the most ticklish spots that Wei Wuxian knew by heart and tormenting them with fast scratching and poking in a truly unbearable sensation (said from own personal experience) until they were shaking with tickle laughter. 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes twinkled with interest. “What is happening?”

“Convincing.” Lan Zhan answered.

“Torture!” Jiang Cheng replied.

“Aww! Jiang Cheng, I didn’t know you were still ticklish.” Wei Wuxian beamed, snuggled closer, nuzzling the unprotected neck right in front of him and enjoying the way it added squeaks and giggles to the laughter. His hands creeped closer. He clicked his tongue and a positively evil smirk took over his face “Also, if you really think this is torture, then let me remind you a few instances of our childhood.”

“Wei Wuxian!” He tried to fight when a hand gripped his wrist and pulled it upwards. It was for naught, the two of them keeping a strong hold on him, each small touch and tickle making him feel weaker and weaker. Electricity and antecipation fought in his soul, putting his every nerve at attention, making him feel much more ticklish than normal. Wei Wuxian just chuckled which resulted in him giggling in mortification. “Wei Wuxian, don’t you dare!”

A single finger started to circle his unprotected armpit, making his squirms to increase, when the touch came to the center of the spot, it began scraping delicately on the skin. A voice sounded suddenly close to his ear. “Is that a challenge?”

Jiang Cheng wheezed before pressing his ear to his shoulder, a squeal locked in his throat. Still, it didn’t stop the pair of unresting hands from creeping across his sides until they were prodding and spidering on his lower back, so softly, nor the single teasing touch dancing on his pit. Jiang Cheng felt like jumping out of his own skin, like breaking apart, like the only thing holding him still was the grip force he had on his laughter, that loud, crackling one he hadn’t shown no one since he was a teenager. He snorted, huffed and giggled, but held it close, trying to ignore the coaxing touches from the others. 

“Isn’t everything to you?” He bristled with no heat, the giant smile on his face probably wasn’t helping it as well. A double attack on the back of his ribs and nuzzled on the back of his ears made him guffaw, stomping his feet in protest. “S-Stohohop this at once! Whahat are you evehen hoping for.”

“My, I am so glad you asked, A-Cheng!” The finger stilled and disappeared. There were danger signals booming all over his mind as LAn Wangji’s followed the lead and stopped his ministrations as well. 

Quiet. 

“Your laughter.”

A thumb pressed on his armpit and digged and those hands on his ribs drummed, there were raspberries attacking the base of his neck and bodies pressing so close he couldn’t escape and everything else disappeared in a flash with Jiang Cheng’s voice and mind.

Until his control broke and a crackling, squeaky, horribly snorting laughter began leaving his mouth. The tickles only increased then, seeming hunger for each one of his sounds, the fingers on his ribs poked and scratched at every bone, every space between them, not a single inch being left unattended before each one of his weak spot were found so they could rest on them and vibrate, over and over and over again until he was throwing his head back, uncontrollable laughter coming louder, a touch hysterical.

The attack on his armpit, too, hardly felt any more bearable, it drummed and plucked everywhere, with a skill and confidence of someone who had been playing this same instrument for years, who knew that when he changed for drawing circles around the pit with his blunt nails and a light scribbling, squeaks began taking over and if he suddenly changed to a energetic digging in the center of it a loud high pitched squeal would ring in the air again and again, each time he repeated that technique without fail.

Jiang Cheng was lost in laughter, feeling the ticklish sparks take over his every touch, every move, wondering if the years spent without it made him somehow even more vulnerable, wanting to throw them away and pull closer, questioning how could he feel secure when they were playing with his reactions, his expressions. A playful voice refocused his mind.

“Awww, Lan Zhan! Isn’t this cute? I think he got even more ticklish than before. We used to get into all kinds of tickle fights as kids. There isn’t a lot of ‘fight’ right now, though, is there?”

“LEHEHEHET ME GOHOHOHO!” He tried to pull his arm away from his grip, but he could already feel his strength start to falter. His endurance really used to be better. He would be caught dead and cold before he admitted Wei Wuxin was right, though. “I-IHIHI WILL SHOHOHOW YOU THE FIHIGH-HNK!” Three hands tickled him more at it and Jiang Cheng shrieked in protest, wiggling away from one just to fall further on the other.

“Very sensitive.” Wangji mused, sounding half puzzled and half smug, ranking two fingers across his spine to his shoulderblades, skittering there with no mercy. Jiang Cheng jolted and arched his back, falling onto his chest, not being able to put himself back to a standing position. “Extremely ticklish.”

“SHUHUHUHUT UP!” He used his free hand to bat at him, only to have it captured as well, another five fingers drumming on his newly unprotected armpit until he was burrowing his face on the other’s neck in an attempt to hide his hysterical crackles. Lan Wangji hummed in appreciation.

“Ohhh, wait, wait, is he weak already?” His hands were free and he jumped when twin firm touches rested on his sides, making him giggle uncontrollably when the tickling had stopped. “Bring him here, Lan Zhan. I want to show you something!”

“Fuck no.” He tried to pry those strong hands away. Unfortunately, his muscles already felt like wet noodles and those snorting snickers leaving his mouth made him want to use them to hide it. Before he knew it, his back was resting on another chest and there was a stupidly fond smirking face above his.

“Hi, A-Cheng!” He only dodged with an amused chuckle when the one in purple tried to push his smug expression away. “Do you remember the rules?”

A sense of dread took over his veins and his smile became more wobbly and there was a yelp in his words “Don’t.”

“So you do remember!” Their eyes were glued to his two hands, who appeared once more and were slowly approaching his torso, only to freeze dutifully at their gaze. “Do not look away or we will attack!” 

Jaing Cheng groaned at the stupid high pitched voice Wei Wuxian did, already feeling his face heat with such childish antics. “Stohop this! What ahahare we? Children?”

“No!” Wei Wuxian continued, ignoring his protests. “We are the Tickle Hands! Cursed to tickle-tickle-tickle every horribly ticklish human that appears in front of us for the rest of eternity. And we found you!” They clawed the air, making Jiang Cheng instinctively suck his belly in. For a second he looked up, to those pairs of attentive, shining gazes focused on him, but a blur of movement made him quickly go back to watching those offending fingers, now barely inches from his skin. A few snickers escaped him at the scare. 

“Almost. That was so close! We can barely wait to get you!” Wei Wuxian faked a sad tune, then a thoughtful one. “But where must we attack first? Those wiggling hips? They just keep squirming and squirming for our attention. Aw, but this nice belly seems so delicious too, I can feel the ticklishness from here!” Like magic, Jiang Cheng could almost feel the touch in each one of those spots and the heat began spreading from his cheeks to his entire face. “My fingers have been itching lately to play with some sensitive ribs, too. And look at this adorable reddening neck! So many choices, so many choices, how could I choose only one of them?”

“Gohoho awahahay, stupid.”

“Gasp! So harsh, so mean! The choice is made then, I will tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle all of them! I will claw at that wiggly tummy of yours, squeeze those ticklish hips, dance on each one of your ribs and then burrow myself in this so, so sensitive neck forever and ever, ChengCheng!”

“No!” Jiang Cheng jolted as a nibble hit his neck and only determination was what kept him from sending a scolding scowl to Wei Wuxian, who chuckled behind him, more than pleased that he was participating in the game. There was so many giggles, so many snickering jumping freely from his smile, so many ghost tickles attacking each one of his spots. “Thihihis ridiculohohohous. Stohohop it.”

“He always complains a lot.” Now in his normal voice, Wei Wuxian loudly whispered to Lan Zhan, who was softly smiling for a while now, his own ears prickling with the teases, even if they weren’t directed at him. His husband was truly merciless. “But have you seen him even trying to push me away this entire time?” The one in black robes preens, then, pleased, using his teaching tone. A pity he couldn’t free one of his hands to pretend to have a goatee, but leaving his Jiang Cheng in stitches was more important. “You can only tease him that much when you tired him before or it will not work! He will start fighting and complaining and probably attempt to make a break from it and then get all grumpy and protesting afterward.”

He will kill Wei Wuxian when he is done here, he really will. Wangji hums seriously, as if he would be taking notes if his hands were not busy holding him up. It was a surprise they haven’t fallen on the ground yet, the only good point is that, so focused on their torso, they wouldn’t think about…

Other places.

As if he could read minds, Wei Wuxian’s face brightened, then was taken over by a mischievous, evil look. His next words made electricity shot through his spine. “There is only one exception for this, a single spot that can distract him instantly and make him agree to anything, but it’s… ah, Lan Zhan, can you lower him to the ground? It’s easier to show than to say, really!”

Jiang Cheng’s eyes widened and his legs locked into place, eyes quickly darted to the Wei Wuxian’s face, only realizing his mistake when said face opened into a sharp grin and hands clung to his sides, spidering on them and clawing on his belly until his eyes were closed, squeaky laughter spilling from him once more and his legs were back into wet noodles.

“Wei Ying?”

“Don’t worry, Lan Zhan, just this one spot and then we’re done! It’s going to be fun.”

Jiang Cheng clung to those hands as they started to lower him to the ground, kicking at the playful fingers hiking up his ribs and scribbling on that truly awful spot under his chin until his huffs of laughter and snorts were almost successful in distracting him.

“Get his calves.”

“WEI WUXIAN!” Then those hands left his torso and rested on said spot, making him pull up his leg uu and being stopped by a hand holding his ankle still, locking his leg into that half curled, half extended position. With curiosity, Lan Zhan ran a finger from his ankle to the back of his knee, watching with a pleased surprise as he jolted on the same place, shaking his head as Wei Wuxian’s tickling continued to pry a high kind of snickering from him. “Lan Wahahahangji, you’re gohohohonna rehehehegret it!”

Lan Zhan looked at his face, the red in his skin, the smile in his lips, the melodious sound of his laughter. 

He watched as Wei Wuxian beamed at him, the mirth in his eyes, the expecting grin aimed in his direction. There was not even a choice to be made here. 

“It will be worth it.” 

As a squeeze hit his calf, a shriek left his lips, making Wei Wuxian stop his playful touches to better hug and adjust him, nearly being hit him when he quickly went to hide it on his neck, shoulders shaking with the force of his laughter, being pried from his chest in a uncontrollable, loud and unashamed manner. There was squeals adorning it every time those skilled fingers digged his flesh for a moment, only to disappear and attack another place again, squeezing and taunting and skittering. There were squeaks and guffaws when he suddenly decided to scratch at the ticklish skin under his knee and tittering snickers when he began poking the entirety of his calf, exploring every spot, every inch of skin, drumming on his thighs as a chance to let him breath and then going back to torment his weakest spot. Somewhere during this, his shoe was taken off and there were fingers wiggling and teasing under his toes, making him shriek once more and squirm as the cycle repeated over and over again.

When tears began flowing on his face, Lan Wangji stopped, rubbing on the skin and firmly massaging the muscles until there were only a couple stray giggles floating in the room and Jiang Cheng was jelly on his hands. Wei Wuxian fondly cleaned the tear tracks, snickering. “Aiya, Lan Zhan, it was only one spot more. Such a ruthless attack, how will we even tell Xichen-ge that you killed Sect Leader Jiang?”

“Hm. Wei Ying said ‘one more spot’. I didn’t.”

Wei Wuxian gasped at the smart, smug-sounding words. “When did you start acting so rebellious? Is the influence of the Yilling Patriarch truly corrupting the unmoving Second Jade of Gusu Lan?” 

“Not unmoving. Not with Wei Ying.”

Wei Ying squeaked in embarrassment. “Lan Zhan! Such a smooth talker.”

“Go flirt somewhere else.”

“A-Cheng!”

“Wanyin.”

Jiang Cheng finally opened his eyes, the last remain of his hysterical giggles gone. Unfortunately, the tiny grin on his face didn’t want to disappear so willingly. 

He scoffed, at his mushy feelings, at the relaxation of his muscles and the stupidly soft gazes aimed in his direction. His neck and ears burned and for a moment he almost succumbed to the want of hiding it in his hands or Wei Wuxian’s neck, like before, but since those two were the ones to blame about it, then they would have to deal with their consequences. Another pair of hands began, too, massaging his shoulders and his eyes fluttered close, grin growing bigger, face softer. Wangji came closer, took his hands and began softly massaging each one of his fingers, then his pulse, then his arm. 

Golden and gray eyes found themselves above Jiang Cheng’s head and Wei Wuxian’s crinkled. 

‘My favorite part.’ It said. Wangji nodded in agreement. There was something about how freely Jiang Cheng accepted their touch and care, now, pillant, willingly and smiling. Although having him squirming, answering at each one of their tickles, reacting so strongly at their teases, was an extremely good feeling as well.

“Did you like our intervention, A-Cheng?”

“ ‘m never lett’ ‘u hug me, ag’n”

Wei Wuxian snorted and Wangji fluttered his fingers softly on his palm, pulling sleepy, almost nonexistent titters, then massaging the spot dutifully.

Perhaps they should be making more interventions in the future.

[worriedvision]

Very tempting to write a fic where the character (established relationship but not yet at the point of very public affection) goes to hold the reader by the waist, only to activate the readers fight or flight response via a fist almost hitting them. Ofc it doesn't impact but it's close enough that the reader almost lands a hit

Yes this is a thing I experience, probably not that common, but I see couples having no problems with a hand on the waist but I know I'd probably dodge it (probably BC of how I grew up oops)

[anxious-lee]

just had my dad-yelling trauma triggered, sure could use some gentle tickle hugs 🙃

[kanene-yaaay]

Cuddle Time

Kanene's notes: This was supposed to just be posted tomorrow but I got too excited dfghjhgfgh. I am extremaly weak for any fanfic with cuddles and Guapoduo so I decided to get one of my favorite tropes and add some giggly fluff to it. Hope you like!

Warnings: This is a tickle fic. There's a lot of swearing. But besides that, this is purely fluff with a pinch of angsty thoughts that are barely there before going away. Ler!Roier and Ticklish!Cellbit. Around 2.500 words. My spanish is still something I'm trying to improve so pls forgive any grammar mistakes.

[~*~]

Roier was on his lap. 

This was a common occurrence, nowadays. Still, it made Cellbit’s heartbeat in a samba rhythm before calming down to a song of safety and happiness every time he thought about it. Feelings which only increased as Roier kept idly playing with his hair and massaging his scalp.

Technically, he knew exactly what his husband was doing. He used the same technique every time the detective got too lost in his enigmas, trying to claw and rip his way into the Federation’s secrets so they could have a tiny chance to escape from this island. First he would come to his office (not the one in Order Theoritas, but the old one because he kept forgetting to move the computer to the new building) and call him to go home, one, two, even three times before giving up and following one of the three usual routes: 

1) Going away and doing whatever project he had in mind - usually with Richarlyson, - ending up in their Castle to sleep when he was over.

2) Staying on the coach nearby and sing while going through his albums, both the one with their investigations or the other with their daily lives, pulling Cellbit’s attention from time to time to remember some lost memory while showing him a fun picture of Cellbit’s first day in the island or Foolish shooting Slime in their wedding.

3) Deciding to make this the perfect opportunity to have his own quality cuddle time with his husband. This route usually brought plenty of other options that could consist in: Choosing to drap himself on the other’s shoulders and play with his free hand, talking about any and everything or just keeping the soft silence between them. Or giving him a massage, not without chuckling and throwing pokes of fun in a teasy tune about how the other would absolutely melt with the touch and pretend that he wasn’t fighting to keep his eyes open. 

Sometimes, like this one, he would simply sit on his lap and rest his face on the creek of his neck, smiling half amused and half fondly about how Cellbit wouldn’t even comment or blink when he decided to do that, just open his arms and then keep writing or typing when he was comfortable on the new position.

The brazilian couldn’t actually point with precise exaction when each route was chosen every time, especially since others factors played in this like his husband’s feelings, Forever and Felps coming with Roier to help him to pull him out of the dark places of his mind after a bad day of working for the Federation or when Richarlyson would be around, wanting to spend time with him and Cellbit would be too much of a butter heart to actually deny his son anything under the Sun. 

(He was doing all of this for them after all.)

Even when he thought he had finally come to find a pattern in Roier’s choices, his love would just come with a new route or decision that would totally throw him off the track and oblige him to reorganize all his thoughts. 

But it was okay. He didn’t mind being wrong in this at all. Actually, it was like a domestic, nice puzzle that Cellbit could spend the rest of their lives trying to solve and he just couldn’t wait for when this would be his only worry.

He only was certain on one thing: most of the time Roier preferred to keep the third option for when Cellbit spent too much time on his books and forgot to keep up with simple human things like day and night, sleep schedules and eating. Cellbit was actually grateful that, even so, his husband would still keep trying to quietly convince him to let go of his enigmas with soft touches, some jokes, distracting kisses and complaints until the other finally caved and went home with him than Roier actively coming and physically pulling him out of his chair to rest. 

Even if the idea of being carried in his strong arms, toned with muscles and strength, would sometimes make his brain and face fry, both knew that his investigation was way too important and his mind too set in find a solution for him to try to rest even when papers and books and photos weren’t in front of him. This action would just make both of their frustration grow when his thoughts wouldn’t just shut off and Roier wouldn't get to rest as well.

So, they played this game. 

Roier pretended that each one of his moves were just him enjoying some quality time with his husband and not a plan to lovely break his resolve bit by bit until he went to eat and sleep and Cellbit pretended that he wasn’t, piece by piece, archiving a few good leads to follow on the next days and finishing his thoughts with the ones he already had in hand as yawns crept their way up his throat with each minute of the snuggle.

Right now the mexican was rubbing his back, changing from feeling the goosebumps following his fingertips when they lightly traced the skin to listening to his small (barely even audibles if he wasn’t so close) appreciative hums when he firmly pressed his thumbs in circles on his shoulders, following the path to his neck and going back before re-starting his circle.

(...)

It’s been a couple of hours since Roier first appeared and demanded cuddles - determined to make his husband get out of his office this night after spending the last three days there, - until he finally stopped listening to the typing of his computer. He turned his head from its resting place on the other’s shoulders, watching as Cellbit pinched the bridge of his nose with a tired, frustrated expression on his face.

Trying to know anything about their current prison was a painfully slow and exhausting process. It was no news to watch the shadows under his husband’s eyes get darker and darker as each answer brought other 4 new questions. Sometimes, Cellbit would confess in the sleepless nights, he came out of his investigations feeling much emptier than when he started, sensing his hope starting to give out to desperation.

And how could Roier let him shimmer in those thoughts under his supervision?

He turned around and kissed his chin, hands slowly creeping up to his sides, laying there for comfort and warmth as Cellbit twitched instinctively, sighed and opened a tiny smile at the other, letting his hand fall on Roier’s arm and rubbing circles there, still staring at the computer.

“Terminó? (Did you finish?) Did you already…” he then began typing idly on the back of the chair, pretending to be the detective “....hacked la Federacion?” (the Federation?)

“Uh hm, uh hum.” Cellbit immediately jumped on his silliness, also typing quickly and senselessly on his computer before doing a lower, grave voice full of glitching. “I’m in.”

“Apoco si, pendejo.” (Sure, stupid.)

“É verdade, é verdade. It’s true. I called a boat to come get us all of this, it must be getting close.” 

“Si, si. Ya están en Vergiça, cabrón.” (Yes, yes. They’re already got on Dickland, idiot.)

“Oh, did you find them when you went there?”

“En portugués, Cellbit, en portugués.” (In portuguese, Cellbit, in portuguese.)

The brazilian let out a fond snicker, rolling his eyes, trying but not succeeding to hide how much happy it made him that the other was making a true effort to learn his language just as much as he tried to learn spanish.

“Ok, ok. Você encontrou com eles quando foi pra lá?”

“No, no, no. No pude ir porqué (I couldn’t go because) mi pepee is very small.”

Cellbit couldn’t stop the crackle that was fished from his throat at this, hand lightly hitting his tabletop and coming to hide his eyes, losing their battle of keeping a serious face as the conversation grew more and more foolish and they went deeper and deeper in the joke.

Roier smiled. He missed hearing that freeing sound. Even though Cellbit got much more relaxed and happy around him, it was easier to see that, since Jaiden’s mission in that giant dungeon, he had been much more stressed and on edge. 

That is why he couldn’t help but immediately reflect the joy in his husband’s face as his laughter took turns in being totally quiet or having high pitched sounds. It was adorable.

Also, it gave him a very good idea.

He absently adjusted his hold on the other’s waist, glad that his smirk was hidden due their position.

“Que te ries, cabrón, eh? Que te ries?” (What are you laughing at, huh, idiot? What are you laughing at?)  He threw the bait, already knowing what the other would say.

“Nothing, nothing.” Suddenly a squeal filled the room, which might or not be related with Roier choosing this exact time to rhythmically squeeze his sides, going up and down on the tickle spot quickly and skillfully, counting that the surprise attack and fast scribbling of his fingers would be enough to not allow the other to turn the tables before he could enjoy at least a good amount of Cellbit’s cute laughter. “Guapito!”

“Huh? Que dije, gatinho? No hablo inglés, sorry, sorry.” (Huh? What did you say, gatinho? I don’t speak english, sorry, sorry.)

“Pendejo!” He tried to grab his wrists, but with a swift movement Roier caught one of his hands and intertwined their fingers, pulling his arm up and then having no obstacles to attack his unprotected armpit with all the scratches and pokes that he knew that would make the detective completely lose any trace of coherent thought. 

Cellbit threw his head backwards with a short ‘eee’ sound, silent laughter ringing in the air for a few seconds before he tried to become a ball of protection, squeaks and yelps falling like a waterfall from his lips as his hand went from trying to hide his smile to pushing the tickling away.

“Awww, no mames, wey. Cellbit you’re so ticklish, man. You’re ticklish everywhere.”

As if to prove what he was saying, Roier began spidering his fingers anywhere his fingers could reach, prodding the space between his ribs, scribbling on his sides, squeezing his hips, tracing his neck all while watching the other’s laughter descend in a string of high pitched giggling that made his cheeks burn and eyes gleam in mirth. 

“Literally ticklish everywhere. A ver, a ver: Boom” (Look at this, look at this) 

A poke on his armpit and another squeal shot through the room, more of them following as he kept poking his entire torso randomly, drinking on the gigantic smile on Cellbit’s face. “See? Very, very ticklish. Boom. Boom. Boom.”

“Não, sem cócegas, sem cócegas!” (No, no tickling, no tickling!) His voice was breathless, the words barely understandable with all the giggles.

Roier adjusted himself to a sitting position on his lap, letting go of his arm so both of his hands would be free. Cellbit latched on his wrists but didn’t actually push him away.

“Oh no,” He gasped dramatically, making his voice in a deep tune of despair that he knew sounded ridiculous enough to increase the foolishness of all of this, both of his hands following Cellbit’s torso around when it instinctively tried to squirm away from his hold, digging on any tickle spot available before happily jumping to another, no matter how much the detective tried to wiggle away or cull in protection. “Las cosquillas, Cellbit! Las cosquillas te encontraron, nooo! Ya no puedo salvarlo, és muy tarde.” (The tickles, Cellbit! The tickles found you, nooo! I can no longer save you, it’s too late)

Roier then added a few grunting sounds as he made an entire show of fighting his own hands, throwing himself from one side to another and swearing before finally stopping his attack. He felt a bit silly in doing all that but seeing the blush crept in Cellbit’s neck and how his snickers still danced joyfully in the air for the next few minutes even after he ceased his attack, he felt proud.

The brazilian tried for a third time to open his eyes - black and glinting with a playful mirth and a few unshed tears - and endured exactly two entire seconds of looking at Roier before his chuckling grew anew. Roier couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“Se murió, noo. Estás completamente muerto.” (He died, noo. He is completely dead.)

Cellbit weakly punched his shoulder, his own still bouncing with the leftover laughter.

“Callate, estúpido!” (Shut up, stupid!)

“Eh? Estúpido?” Roier didn’t wait not a single second before clawing on his stomach, sniggering malefically at the surprised crackling that exploded from the other, his hand hitting the tabletop. “Ya está, ya está. Ya no voy más a dejarte ir. Grosseirinho. Gatinho grosseirinho” (Enough, enough. I’m not letting you go, now. Rude. Rude gatinho)

“Desculpa, desculpa.” (I’m sorry, i’m sorry)

“Nah, nah, nah. Con esa boquita me besas?” (Do you kiss me with that mouth?)

With a bolt of strength Cellbit adjusted his hold and pulled the other forward, making him lose his balance and fall on his chest. He lost no time before capturing his lips in a kiss, immediately making Roier’s brain stop and his entire body freeze before melting on his chest, the tickle attack coming to halt, totally forgotten.

They spent a few moments like this before breaking apart. 

“Si, con esa boquita te beso.” (Yes, I kiss you with that mouth.) Cellbit replied, satisfied in taking the other’s teasy grin right out his lips.

Roier, ignoring how hot his cheeks felt, snickered at how proud and playful the other’s smirk was, especially when Cellbit didn’t try even the slightest bit to hide how smug he felt since, even with a rushed plan created while he was laughing his ass off, he knew his husband well enough to know exactly what to do to stop his thoughts and attacks immediately. 

It wasn’t easy to catch the flirty fighter out of guard but it was worth it every single time.

Still, Roier just couldn’t help himself but tease his love just a tiny little bit more.

“Nah, pinche beso sin fueza. (Nah, what a fucking weak kiss) One more, one more.” 

He then lowered his head, pretending to go for another kiss before quickly changing his direction and planting a raspberry on the other’s neck, quickly following it with another and another and a fourth one before losing the battle against his own crackles and resting his forehead on Cellbit’s shoulder, still not believing in the honest to god shriek that came out of the other’s mouth, more laughing quickly following it.

Cellbit sweared at him and lightly pushed his arm, but both just let themselves calm down from the adrenaline and the high in a melody of increasingly quieter giggles.

“How did you say cosquillas in portuguese? Co… consewhat?”

“Nah, nah, nah. I’m not teaching you that.”

“Come on, man!”

Cellbit squeezed his side, making him jump with a yelp and get out of the chair while he was quick to follow, standing on his feet and stretching with a yawn. A worryingly number of cracks followed that action and that made Roier relax, knowing his husband would be too tired to get any revenge now. It was almost 4 am, afterall.

“Outro dia te conto. Vamos, pendejo,” (I will tell you another day. Let’s go, idiot) the detective turned off the computer and held his hand out, giving Roier’s one a tender kiss when he immediately answered the gesture before intertwining their fingers. Roier could feel a bolt of electricity and warmth travel his entire body at that “Let’s go to the castle. I will finish the rest of my work tomorrow.”

Roier kissed his cheek and pulled his warpstone, smiling. “I will follow you, gatinho.”

No matter what or where, he really would.

Cellbit smiled, pulled his own warpstone, starting to disappear in sparkles of purple. “I will wait, guapito.”

And, for forever, that is also true.

They slept relaxed and in peace that night.

[~*~]

Random fun fact: Forever and Felps are the only ones capable of making Cellbit stop working for very different reasons: Forever because he also has a thick skull and can and WILL spend the entire night complaining about the fact that Cellbit isn’t getting out of his office and how HE is already bored for being in his office and even calling Richas and Roier to try to help him. While Felps is because the logic and serious part of his brain automatically shut off everytime his best friend is around and usually they get lost talking about semantics and philosophy and random questions like what can and can not be considered a soup.