#kny tickles

[mah-t-wordblog]

I can request? Lee Giyuu and Ler Tanjiro and Urokodaki? Pliss

Hiii, ofc 💛💛

Master and disciple

Lee: Gyuu Tomioka

Ler: Tanjiro Kamado, Urokodaki

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Tanjiro was happy to see his master, Urokodaki, reunite with Gyuu, who was once one of his students.

What an important reunion, right? The happiness of being able to see the two of them together was priceless.

At that moment, Tanjiro had entered the house to prepare tea, leaving the other two men outside, talking alone.

Outside, the conversation was interesting

“You haven't smiled since Sabito left” Urokodaki sighed “come on, Gyuu, a little smile is good”

Tomioka crossed her arms

“I have no reason to smile, master”

“Hehe” Urokodaki laughed

“What are you laughing at, master?”

“How you’ll be laughing in a little while”

Gyuu opened his eyes wide and did something on impulse.

He just ran away

Tanjiro had already prepared tea, now he would go back to talk to the other men

But when he peeped through the crack in the door that led into the garden, he let out an exclamation.

What is that?

"What is happening?" He shouted so the two men would hear

“Help me catch him, Tanjiro!”

Urokodaki asked

Tanjiro didn't understand, but as always he obeyed

He grabbed Gyuu's arm as he approached him, knocking him to the ground.

“Tanjiro, I-“ Gyuu was going to threaten him, but he didn’t have time

Urokodaki jumped on top of him and began his attack.

‘My God, what is he going to do with Tomioka’ Tanjiro thought, he closed his eyes to not see what was coming, and…

A quiet laugh?

Tanjiro looked again and saw that Urokodaki was ferociously tickling Gyuu.

“It's still exactly like when you were little, isn't it Gyuu? You don’t have the luxury of laughing until I attack your vital point” Urokodaki said

Gyuu was holding back a lot to contain his loud laughter, but the big smile and low giggles were already loose.

“Tanjiro” the master called

"Yes Master"

“Please squeeze his knees, will you?”

Tanjiro was confused, but did as he was asked.

He squeezed Gyuu's kneecaps eagerly

The man then finally exploded

“Pfft- NOHOHOHO” he laughed

Tanjiro laughed

“I didn’t know Tomioka was so ticklish, master”

“It’s always been like this, Tanjiro, he’s never been able to handle my tickles.”

That's true, of all the hashiras, none were better at tickling than master Urokodaki

“PLEHEHEHEHEHASE STOHOHOP”

“Hm… let me think, are you smiling, Gyuu?” Urokodaki asked

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES”

“And will it continue like this?” Tanjiro asked

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES”

So the two let Gyuu go

“Your smile is very beautiful, Tomioka” Tanjiro said smiling too

“Thank you, Tanjiro”

Gyuu got up

“Are you better, Gyuu?” The master asked, running a hand over Gyuu's head.

"Yes sir"

“Then come on, let’s have the tea I prepared” Tanjiro ran into the house to get the tea

Gyuu looked at Urokodaki and smiled

The master was happy, in the end, Gyuu was one of his children, and he wasn't going to let anything make him sad forever

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

[tickling-giggles]

Hiii I have a request :) can you please do a really fluffly ler rengoku tickling his ticklish s/o? Tysm it means a lot!! <3

Appreciation

A/n: I’m sorry I took a long time to get to this😭, no problem nonnie🫶🏾✨. I promise to get through all of my rq I’ve done most of them I just haven’t had to time to clean them up☠️

[F/F] favorite flowers

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You came home after slaying a couple of lower ranked demons, with Shinobu and Tanjiro.

“Baby I’m homeeee!” You sung, no response. You walked into the yoga room and called, no answer. Then you walked into the workout room, no answer. Next you checked his office, no answer. Finally you checked the bedroom, no answer.

You couldn’t find him anywhere which surprised you, normally he gets home before you, but not this time. It made you 10x happier, this gave you the chance to celebrate your guys 5th year anniversary together, slaying demons together. The last 4 years you two couldn’t due to, you both being extremely exhausted or being busy.

Thinking of it got you moving to do it you decided to cook his favorite meal, make his favorite drink, and have a sovie night (snuggling movie night Rengoku made up that not me).

It didn’t take long to make “45 minutes is pretty damn quick” you giggled, you adjusted a few things, before you heard the lock from the door. You quickly turned off the lights and hid.

“My love, I’m home” Rengoku called as he hung up his Haori. “Love where are you is kinda dark” he chuckled.

“SURPRISE HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!” You popped out from your hiding spot, you popped a ballon filled with confetti. “JEezh you sure did surprise me” Rengoku giggled as he clutched the surprise he had hidden behind his back.

“I’ve got everything set up just for us” you pecked his cheek, noticing that he was hiding something “Whatcha hiding” you grinned. “Oh nothing just a bouquet of someone’s f/f” He pulled from behind his back. “Awwww babe these are my favorite” you whined jumping on him.

“Awww so am I not your favorite anymore” Rengoku pouted poking out his lip.

“Of course you are silly, you’re my forever favoriteand I appreciate everything about you from that lovable fire hair all the way to your feet” You explained, exaggerating sitting your flowers in a vase.

“Awwww and I also appreciate you from head to toe” Rengoku cooed. “But you know what I appreciate the most?” Rengoku asked before tossing you (gently ofc😭) onto the couch.

“KYOjuro whahat was that for— wait um my personality?” you chuckled landing on the couch answering his question.

“Nooooooo…your adorable laughter” Rengoku answered, climbing on top of you scribbling your sides.

“W-wAHAHAhahait it tihickles!” You squealed, squirming frantically to no avail.

“Well I’m glad it does love that means I’m doing a good job”Rengoku chuckled.

“Hahahahahahaha Kyohoho plehehehehease! Ahahahahaha!”

“Please what tickle you somewhere else sure beautiful tell me where and I’ll tickle you there” He teased moving up to your armpits.

“Gahahahahahhhaha stahapihiht thahahahats nohohohohot whahaHAHHAHAHA!” You squealed

“Your laugh is so contagious! I love it!” Rengoku smiled wholeheartedly.

“B-baAHABEhEe PLEHEHEHEASE! Ihihi cAhaHANT!” You whined through your giggles.

“Ohokay okay don’t want you to pass out” Rengoku giggled.

“Thahat was soho mehean” you continued to whine curling into a ball.

“I know I know haha I’m sorrehe” he lied through his teeth still laughing at you.

“You’reehe lucky thaht I’m tohoo tired to get yohou back” you pointed at him.

“Yeah yeah sure I am, now let’s watch that movie” He sarcastically agreed before scooping you up into his arms so you two could cuddle.

[marshmellowzz]

Yooo, this is kinda a silly request but uhh, could you please do Akaza with a ticklish s/o hcs? I feel like he would taunt the reader and grinning at them as if he's gonna pounce on them for his own amusement.

Bonus points if reader gets mad flustered everytime and tries to runs away lol.

Akaza Tickle Headcanons

A/N - hi anon, thank you for requesting!This request isn’t silly at all, and I actually really enjoyed writing it! I’d also like to apologize for my lack of activity on this account 😭, life is kicking my ass recently, and I’m focusing more on my studies! but I’ll try my best to continue working on requests! anyway! here you go, I hope you like it!

* TICKLE MONSTER ALERT‼️‼️

* Akaza tends to dislike physical contact, especially with his fellow uppermoons— It makes him feel uneasy.

* However, since you are his beloved S/O, he feels content being able to touch you.

* He loves your smile. It’s one of the only things that quench his thirst for violence.

* And when he finds out that you are ticklish…

* He is rough.

* Not necessarily in the sense of pressure, but that is also true in some cases.

* He just doesn’t know when to stop.

* He found out on accident.

* He was attempting to carry you, and you burst out into a fit of laughter while he was hoisting you up.

* Apparently, he accidentally found a fairly bad spot for you.

* “Are you ticklish?"

* Initially, he found it quite cute, and amusing— how humans are so sensitive to stuff like this.

* Your small giggles and laughs are so adorable to him.

* He definitely takes liberties to squeeze in some sharp pokes.

* He always goes straight for your worst spots first, because he enjoys the element of surprise and the instant control he has on whoever fell victim to his tickles.

* He likes to be on top of you, he thinks it’s so entertaining watching you writhe and squirm beneath him.

* Neck kisses. He’d press his face into the crook of your neck and pepper gentle kisses(borderline pecks) onto it.

* Big, big teaser.

* “you’re being really bold for someone within tickling distance”

* “if you laugh, you lose.”

* “you’re so cute when you laugh.”

* “not where? here?”

* If you two were sparring, he’d definitely use it against you just to keep you on your toes.

* “if this was a real fight, you’d be dead right now.”

* yea…but NOBODY IS TICKLING IN AN ACTUAL FIGHT???😭

* His hands are super cold.

* If you’re easily flustered, he just finds more pleasure in tickling you.

* (he finds how easy it is to rile you up amusing.)

* Running away from him is futile, because he’d just catch you in a matter of seconds—scooping you up into his arms and continuing to relentlessly tickle you.

* He’s so mean about it too, he wouldn’t stop until you’re in tears. 😭

* I feel that Akaza would tune himself according to how much he knows you can handle, he wouldn’t go over your limits, but he’d definitely be ruthless while tickling you.

* A mean tickler, but he just likes seeing you smile, so it’s not too bad. :3

[cloudymistedskies]

MariMui doodles I made based on the replies i got !!!

I’ll make the other ideas later !! I absolutely adore these doodles sm

Gonna tag the ones who gave their ideas: @silliestsakura @tinyperson00 @iloveubepancakes @risingscorchingsuns

Anddd those who like marimui content: @larz-barz @kimetsu-chan @thewinterpillarhashira @bunskero @ta-ni-ya @your-local-demon-slayer-nerd

[mushyblushyredhead]

In kny may you Draw Muichiro Tokito being wrecked by tickles? you can make the ler Anybody you want

EEEEK YES! 🖤🩵

Muichiro def needs to be wrecked more. Luckily, an experienced ler like Tanjiro is always there to help! <33 ✨

[helloitsghost]

Tktober Day 4: Weak Spot

Def not a good thing this is a continuous patter of me posting tktober at 1 am cause my bum ass is busy as shit and is drawing these as we go but hey

At least I know my drawing speed has fixed itself/improved :D

Anyways

@giggly-squiggily thought you’d like this it’s sanegiyuu :3

Happy with this love that giyuu is smiling but Jesus his haori made me wanna drown in a toilet💀

Anyways see y’all tmrw ima sleep :p

[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 14: Soft

Summary: On a shared day off, Tanjiro and Muchiro spend it together reminiscing about their childhoods, and Tanjiro discovers something very interesting about his friend.

Word Count: 2,001

Muichiro rarely took days off. He had the option to but found it unnecessary unless he needed to recover from injuries. Before he recovered his memories, there was no reason to. He had nothing he wanted to do, no one he wanted to be with. He knew nothing of his previous life or family, and his only motivation was the ever-present rage that grounded him. 

Now, he knew what had happened to his family. There was still little reason for him to spend his time doing anything other than training and killing demons. He was a Hashira after all, his time was more valuable than the other slayers. 

But when Tanjiro had sent him a letter asking to spend some time together, he supposed he could take one day off.

Muichiro met him at the Butterfly Mansion. Tanjiro had written in his letter that he was recovering from some minor injuries he'd incurred on a mission, but Muichiro hadn't been prepared for the extent of them or the spark of anger that flared in him.

"Are you alright?" He asked, reaching up to gingerly touch the bandage around Tanjiro's head.

"I'm fine. Don't worry, it's worse than it looks," He reassured, smile as blinding as usual. Besides the bandages around his head and neck, he was walking with a noticeable limp in his right leg, and without his haori on, Muichiro could see more bandages around his ribs.

He didn't believe Tanjiro but didn't push. Instead he continued to worriedly examine Tanjiro, despite his protests, until he was satisfied. 

"It really isn't that bad! Miss Shinobu even said I could leave and go to town!"

"No."

"Oh, you don't want to? Did you have something else in mind?"

"You're still injured. You shouldn't leave. Can you even walk?" Muichiro asked, looking around Tanjiro's private room. He didn't see any crutches.

"Mhm! I can get around fine!" He insisted, standing from his seat on the bed and walking around the room for emphasis. Muichiro didn't seem impressed, making Tanjiro pout as he grabbed his robe and haori, slipping both on. He would have earlier, but he didn't realize how quickly Muichiro would arrive. 

"We'll stay here. I'll ask one of the girls to bring us a meal," Muichiro told him and was leaving before Tanjiro could react.

He didn't really mind. He thought they would enjoy a peaceful day walking around town, but he was content as long as he got to see Muichiro. They wrote to each other regularly, but it was rare to get to spend time together. He always treasured it when they could.

Muichiro returned quickly with Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho, each carrying food that they deposited on the table. The three girls huddled around Tanjiro, chattering with him for a few minutes before they left to return to their chores. 

The two boys kneeled across from each other at the table. As they began eating, an awkward silence fell over them. Tanjiro, while normally sociable, always found himself struggling to speak with Muichiro. It was easier when they wrote letters, when he didn't completely lose all sense looking at Muichiro, when the odd, pleasant warmth wasn't overwhelming.

Before he realized it, he was drawn out of his thoughts and blurted, "There's sakura mochi!"

Muichiro smiled at him, tilting his head to the side. "Is that your favorite?"

"No, but it's not little sister Hanako's absolute favorite! We only ever had it a few times, but she loves it! She practically drools anytime she sees it," He said, laughing at the fond memory.

"I didn't know you had any siblings other than Nezuko."

Tanjiro stilled, his smile tightening as a sad look passed over his face. "They passed. When Nezuko was turned…"

They were silent again. Muichiro waited for Tanjiro to continue speaking; he didn't. 

"I had an older brother," Muichiro began, "A twin. I couldn't remember him for a long time."

"That's awful," he frowned.

"It's okay," he smiled. It was better remembering. "I don't know what his favorite food was. We never had much, so we took what we could."

"We didn't either. I sold charcoal to support us."

"We provided for ourselves after our parents passed. He was always mad at me. And cold. Said I never worked hard enough or fast enough."

"That sounds a little like my brother Takeo! He could be a little harsh sometimes, but he's really a sweet kid."

"How many siblings do you have?"

He told him and named them, and they talked about them and Muichiro's brother. Tanjiro told him things that he hadn't thought about in years, because there was always something going on, some other threat, and there was rarely a moment for reflection like this. Once he got started, it was surprisingly easy for Tanjiro to talk about. There was almost something comforting about it, like a weight he hadn't realized was there was being lifted off of his chest.

Muichiro told him things too, about his brother and parents; memories that had barely just returned to him. Tanjiro wondered if it was as cathartic for him. It must have been, because neither of them could find it in them to stop talking, sharing stories until they were both smiling and laughing, feeling oddly at ease in having someone that understood and being able to escape that pain for a few moments. 

"I used to be a crybaby. It always annoyed him."

Tanjiro laughed good-naturedly. Muichiro didn't think he could do anything otherwise; he didn't have an ounce of malice in his body. "Really? It's hard to imagine with how you are now."

"Yeah. I don't think he liked seeing me upset. He always tried to cheer me up," Muichiro abandoned his half-eaten meal, shoving it away from him and busying his fingers with untangling his hair.

"How?" Tanjiro asked, tilting his head curiously. He also had stopped eating, but it seemed as if he had forgotten his food was there, as if all of his focus was on Muichiro. It was an odd feeling.

"Oh, he used to tickle me."

"I do that to my little siblings too! It's so cute whe—" Tanjiro cut himself off, staring at him with his mouth agape. "Wait! You're ticklish?"

"Uh, yeah," He felt his face redden slightly and blew a stray strand of hair out of his face. "Is that… not normal?"

"Oh, no!" Tanjiro shook his head, waving his hands, "I didn't mean anything bad by it! It's perfectly normal; I am too! I was only surprised considering how you were when we first met. I would have never thought that you were ticklish, though I guess it isn't more surprising than Genya…"

Muichiro laughed at Tanjiro's rambling and thought back to his earlier words, "You're a good big brother."

His eyes clouded over as he thought of Yuchiro. His memories had returned, but it still felt as if a piece of him was missing without his brother. There was a constant, piercing ache in his heart that oddly felt less painful the they talked, every word dulling the pain, if only for the moment. It helped, being here with Tanjiro.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when Tanjiro poked him in the side, making him shy away. He hadn't noticed when Tanjiro moved next to him. Had he missed something important again? 

"Sor—"

"You seem a little down today. It's a good thing I know how to cheer you up!" 

Tanjiro poked his side again, and Muichiro bit the inside of his cheek. He eyed Tanjiro cautiously and was greeted by a kind smile and gentle eyes that made his heart stutter. He trusted Tanjiro and knew he would never intentionally hurt him; it wasn't something he'd experienced in years, but if it ever were to happen again, he supposed he wouldn't mind if it was Tanjiro. After all, he had enjoyed those rare moments when his brother was affectionate.

Besides, it was nice to see Tanjiro smiling like that. Muichiro would do anything to keep him smiling like that.

"It's been awhile. I don't know if I'm still ticklish."

"Want to find out?" His eyes sparkled.

"Yeah," Muichiro's face felt hot.

"Okay," Tanjiro was kneeled beside him on the mats, earnest eyes that Muichiro couldn't meet bore into his skin as he skittered his fingers across his stomach. "Then let's try here!"

He gasped, squirming at the nostalgic sensation. "It seems like you still are! Now let's try somewhere else…"

Tanjiro tweaked his ribs, delighting in the small huffs he elicited from the other boy and his widening smile. His touch was gentle, barely ghosting over his skin in a way that left a tingling sensation long after the touch and made him yearn for more.

"You… don't have to—to be soho… gentle. I'm nahat that… fragile," Muichiro managed between his breathy giggles.

"If that's what you want!" Tanjiro's smile widened as he dug his fingers into his ribs. 

He squeaked, bursting into rapid giggles at the intense sensations. He clutched his hands into fists, straining to keep them at his side and ignored his instinct to curl up into a ball.

Tanjiro's touch was still light, allowing him to enjoy the sensation without desperately needing to escape. It was so different from Yuchiro. He tickled him mercilessly, wrecking him in his worst spots until his laughter was silent and he was on the verge of tears. It was awful but also left him feeling so light-headed and giddy he couldn't wait for it to happen again.

Tanjiro's hands shifted, moving to gently glide his short nails along Muichiro's back to give him a break.

Muichiro made an inhuman noise, giggles becoming louder and more rapid as he doubled over. He clenched his hands in Tanjiro's haori as he buried his face in his chest, too distracted by the ticklish sensations to realize how embarrassing their position was.

"Are you alright?" Tanjiro asked, stifling a laugh and temporarily stilling his hands.

He nodded against his chest, still giggling, and Tanjiro resumed his playful attack, making him writhe and shriek.

"That's good, because I'm really enjoying this! Your laugh is so cute!"

He bit back a groan, shaking his head that was still resting on Tanjiro's chest.

"You don't think it's cute?"

"Ihihihits nahahahaht!"

"Yes it is! It's adorable!"

"Nohoho! I behet yohohohours ihihis cuhuhuhuter!" 

"Wha—no it's not!" Tanjiro exclaimed, and the tickling suddenly stopped.

Muichiro's face burned as he realized what he'd said and their intimate position. Tanjiro was practically hugging him, and Muichiro was clinging to him. But he didn't want to stop. He was still lightly giggling when he finally mustered enough courage to peek up at Tanjiro. 

His face was as red as Muichiro's, his smile wide, and his eyes nervous. He didn't know what to make of that.

"I… I think you're cute," Tanjiro finally spoke up, voice hushed.

Muichiro's throat was dry. He didn't know if it was his or Tanjiro's heart that was beating so fast. 

He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but it was enough for Tanjiro's face to fall as if anticipating a rejection. He wouldn't get one.

Muichiro leaned closer, and before he realized what he was doing, he'd pressed a kiss to Tanjiro's cheek.

His smile was more radiant than Muichiro had ever seen it. Tanjiro reached out his hand to smooth out Muichiro's frazzled hair. 

After what felt like an eternity, Tanjiro said, "I like you."

He couldn't quite meet his eyes. "Me too."

This time, Tanjiro leaned in, and Muichiro met him halfway, sinking into the short, soft kiss—his first kiss.

Then Tanjiro pulled him into a hug, gently cradling him and burying his face into his shoulder, but Muichiro could still imagine the blinding grin and the red flush he must've had.

Once again, they sat together in silence, one that was comfortable and reflective, and Muichiro found himself quite thankful that he had taken the day off.

[duckymcdoorknob]

MERRY CHRISTMAS DESSIE POO!!!!!! SURPRISE!!! IT’S ME!!!I’M YOUR SECRET SANTA THIS YEAR!!! @fanfic-chan

IM SO GLAD THAT WE’VE GOTTEN CLOSER OVER THESE PAST FEW MONTHS!! ILYSM BESTIEEE!!!

Double surprise!! It’s the fic idea we had in discord ❤️❤️

Send help why is this like the only gif of these two on this site 😭

I hope this isn’t too OOC; I haven’t seen Tengen in a whole season.🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Enjoy your novel-sized gift!!!

Helpful Distraction

Ships: NONE! Zenitsu Agatsuma & Tengen Uzui.

Warnings: this do have tickles in it ngl, mentions of fears and sensitivity to sound.

Prompt: When Tengen notices that Zenitsu is having some trouble in the Entertainment District, he offers a distraction that he remembers from a long-time friend of his.

Tags: REITERATING WITH THE LOVELY @fanfic-chan HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! THANK YOU TO @nataliewritez FOR ALL OF THE IDEAS ❤️❤️❤️ KNY Taglist: @ticklish-n-stuff, @giggly-squiggily.

Tengen was not anticipating having to take the three brats with him to the Entertainment District. He wanted to just take the pigtailed girl and make the mission easier. Of course, white-knight Kamado had decided to rescue the girl that he was “tormenting” so harshly… What a job this has turned out to be.

So, here he sat. The moon was high, and the four men were seated on a rooftop, enjoying some shrimp tempura that Tengen had purchased for them.

“Thank you, Mister Uzui!” Tanjiro had beamed when he was handed the small package.

The sound pillar had smiled; he liked this kid’s manners.

Inosuke was… well… Inosuke.

And the little yellow-haired kid... He had muttered a “thangkyou”, but he seemed a bit scared of the city.

Why so?

Well, it seemed like whatever was troubling young Zenitsu was long forgotten. The thunder breathing user was smiling happily on the rooftop, talking ecstatically with his friends and kicking his feet above the absence of ground below them.

All seemed to be going well until a firework went off…

Zenitsu squeaked in discomfort, hands shooting up to cover his ears. When he realized what he had done, a tiny whine of protest escaped his lips as he defeatedly watched his tempura topple off of the roof and plummet into the pit of darkness below his feet. He sighed and stared at it, watching it disappear as it was engulfed by the void. His hands were folded in his lap, his feet stopped kicking, and his eyes that had previously been crinkling shut in joy were now dull and unblinking.

Tengen frowned a bit; poor kid…

He wordlessly held out his own second tempura, shaking his wrist in front of the pouting boy.

The sound pillar was shocked at what happened next. Zenitsu looked up at him with disbelief before smiling and taking it, breaking off a small piece and handing the rest back to the hashira. “Thank you!” He chirped.

Tengen smiled, “No, no. Just take it. I ate before we left this morning.”

“Yeah, but that was this morning. You’re super strong, and you need it more than me,” the blonde argued, shaking his wrist in the same way.

The white-haired male exhaled fondly. He picked up the tempura, but chose to hide it inside of the package. He feigned eating motions, side-eyeing the young slayer, who was much happier and chatting with his friends again.

After a few more minutes, the thunder breathing user’s tummy growled loudly, causing Tanjiro to giggle. “Sounds like someone’s still hungry!”

“Tanjirooooo!” The blonde whined, “don’t embarrass me when Nezuko might hear meeeeeeee!”

The hashira broke into boisterous laughter as Zenitsu hid his face in his hands. He whined as his tummy growled once more. Tengen shook his head with a smile as he tapped the boy’s shoulder. When the blonde looked up at, he was met with a grinning Mr. Uzui offering the other half of the tempura that Zenitsu was sure he had eaten.

He was about to take it when another firework flashed across the sky, causing the blonde to flinch violently.

Tengen frowned. That bad, huh?

The thunder breathing user simply carried on and hesitantly took the tempura, munching on it silently. The other two slayers watched in awestruck silence as the colors illuminated the dark air.

Mid bite, another one crackled, and Zenitsu’s breath hitched a bit. The boy began to cough, and Tengen’s hand found itself on the small of his back, rubbing reassuringly. “Are you okay, kid?”

Before the blonde could reply, a set of three loud fireworks popped and forced the poor slayer’s eyes shut as he whimpered quietly.

A look of remorse found its way to the sound pillar’s face when he heard barely audible sniffles.

“Tanjiro, Inosuke,” he called to the two novice slayers, “here’s some money. Please go get some more food for us; it is evident that our little friend here needs more food to be as flashy as he can!” He dropped a decent amount of coins in the brunette’s hands, shooing the two off. When he could no longer hear their footsteps, he turned to the blonde. “Hey, little man… how’re you hanging in?”

Just then, a giant firework exploded before them. The tears that had been pricking the young slayer’s eyes had fallen as he covered his ears. He buried his head into Tengen’s side, seeking any immediate comfort. “Make them stop… please.”

“Shit- it’s worse than I thought…” he breathed, “It’s alright…” the sound pillar soothed as he lifted his arm to let the boy against his chest. Tengen placed his own hands atop of Zenitsu’s hoping to further muffle the sound. Neither said a word as the boy choked out a cry every time another firework would explode. “I’ve got you, it’s okay…” Tengen would repeat.

The fireworks continued at a torturous pace, with each boom being sporadic enough to keep both on their toes, but routine enough to show both slayers that there would be more coming. Zenitsu blinked away a few of his tears, noticing Tengen’s right eye squinting whenever a firework would boom.

He could hear them tenfold too… and here was Zenitsu who was crying a baby.

It was almost as if the pillar could hear his thoughts too. “Don’t worry about me, kid. I’ve heard much louder through my time as a hashira.”

Zenitsu nodded, shoulders coming up as he cringed from another torturous sound.

Minutes passed and the show seemed to be calming a bit. The sound pillar removed his hands carefully, gently cupping the young boy’s cheeks and swiping his tears away. “Are you feeling any better?”

The blonde nodded, hesitating to pull his arms down. “T-Thanks, Mister Uzui, sir.”

“Don’t mention it.”

A solemn silence passed, and a quick glance from the hashira let him know that the thunder breathing user was still shaking like a leaf in apprehension.

“You know,” Tengen mused, “Kyo has this distraction method that he uses with Senjuro all of the time. Would you like me to try it on you?”

A hesitant nod from the boy—who was still squished against the sound pillar’s side— allowed Tengen to begin to plan his course of action.

“Okay, so I’m going to have to touch you for it, that okay?”

The blonde but the inside of his cheek as he thought. “Y-Yeah,” he finally answered.

“Okay! Time for the flashiest distraction you’ve seen, little man!”

With that, an arm locked over the young slayer, and five fingers found their way to his sides, wiggling with a gentle intensity. The thunder breathing user squeaked a bit and was holding in his giggles.

“I-Is - pffehehe- this a p-part of the- ehehe- the dis-distraction?” Zenitsu managed, body squirming from the ticklish touch.

Another belly laugh erupted from the hashira. “Kid, this is the distraction.”

Zenitsu’s face flushed as he kicked his legs, resting his cheek against the arm ensnaring him. “B-But it— kyeahaha- i-it ti-hihihickles.”

The white-haired male smiled fondly. “Does it? I don’t remember that happening with Senjuro…” he feigned a bit of innocence as his hand moved over the boy’s tummy, clawing at the softness.”

The poor young slayer couldn’t hold it much longer…

“M-Mihihihisteheher Uhuhuhuzuihihihi!”

“That’s me!”

“Ihihihihit- hehehehe- ihihihit tihihihickles!”

“Aw jeez, I would hope so,” the sound pillar replied with fake relief on his tongue, “If it didn’t, I would be letting Kyo down.”

Zenitsu, cheek still resting on Tengen’s arm, giggled helplessly as the hashira prodded around his tummy. His legs were still lightly kicking, but there were no signs of protest from the boy.

“You feeling any better, little guy?”

“M-Mhmhmhmhmhm!”

“Good, good! We’ll get you feeling flashy as ever, and then you can-“

A loud boom penetrated the playful atmosphere, causing Zenitsu to whine and both males to rest his hands over the boy’s ears.

“Damn… I was hoping they’d be over by now,” Tengen grumbled, removing one of his hands to rub the young slayer’s back. “It’s okay… just keep your hands up, alright?”

The blonde nodded; all previous giddiness that he had seemed to have evaporated.

“You’ve never been around fireworks before…. Have you?” Tengen inquired, grabbing Zenitsu and holding him in his lap.

The boy shook his head ‘no’, and Tengen sighed.

“Why don’t I keep distracting you, hmm?” A glint of mischief laced the sound pillar’s words as a smile found its way to his face again.

Zenitsu nodded, eyes still closed.

The white-haired male chuckled at the blonde before pushing some hair out of his face. While he was fourteen, he looked so young in the moment. “Alright, I’m gonna start again…” After the warning, Tengen’s hands descended back onto the boy’s tummy, wiggling against his uniform.

Zenitsu began to giggle softly once again, squirming out of instinct. His hands remained over his ears as his eyes remained shut.

Tengen continued to prod and squeeze at the little guy’s tummy, happy to provide him any relief from the amplified sounds.

As the fireworks boomed, Zenitsu’s own hands and giggling managed to successfully block out the amplified sound. “M-Mihihihisteheher Uhuhuhuzuihihihi! Ihihihits wohohohorkihihihing!”

“Great! Now you make sure you keep your hands up, or else we’ll be back in the same spot,” the sound pillar chimed. “Yep… just keep those arms up!” With that comment, Tengen moved his hands up to scribble at the boy’s ribcage.

The young slayer curled against the hashira, his giggles growing in volume. His legs came up to meet his chest, desperately not wanting to put his hands down. “Hehehehey! Thahahats nohohohot fahahahair!”

“Fair? Oh, kid, you should know by now that not a single bit of me plays fair,” the white-haired male chimed as he lightly prodded at the sensitive bones.

“Eep! Ihihihit tihihihickles!”

“But isn’t it helping? You seem so much more relaxed, little man!”

“B-Buhuhuhut! Hyeahahaha! Tihihihickles!”

“Just keep your arms up, and it’ll be fine!”

After a few more seconds on the young slayer’s ribcage, the sound pillar moved his hands up to scribble under the boy’s arms. Zenitsu squeaked and kicked his feet to the best of his ability.

“M-MihihiHIHISTeheheher UhuhUHUHUHUZui!”

“Oooh! Bingooooo!” Tengen cooed at the blonde, “Someone’s ticklish here!”

“Yehahaha! IhiHIHIHITs sohohohoOHOHO BAHAHad!” Zenitsu wiggled about, but never putting his arms down, or asking for it to stop.

“But would you rather be listening to those fireworks? They getcha’ pretty bad, Mm?”

“NohohOHOHO Wohohohorse thaHAHAHAN yohohou!”

“Ohoho! Some lip! Little guy’s got a bit of sass to him!” Tengen’s playful side—courtesy of Kyojuro—was fully out. “Looks like I’ll have to tickle the attitude outta ya’!”

“WahaHAHAHAIt! NoHOHOHohoho!” Zenitsu’s legs were kicking more rapidly, and yet he still seemed to be completely on board with the tickles.

“Mmm, shoulda’ thought about that, kid.” The sound pillar dug in with a bit more fervor, having to work against the thick uniform. “These damn element-proof suits are annoying… they’re also Tengen-tickle-proof!”

The blonde squealed, feeling the increased sensation instantly. “OHOHOHO MY GOHOHOD. DOHOHO NOHOHOT SAHAHAY THAHAHAT.”

“Oooooh?? Looks like they aren’t quite Tengen-tickle -proof after all!”

The boy’s arm threatened to fall many times, but he kept his hands safely planted on his ears. With little legs kicking, Zenitsu squirmed and laughed with his eyes shut, cheeks dusted pink with mirth.

“Soooo… You wanna tell ol’ Tengen why you haven’t asked me to stop yet?”

Ah! He’d been caught!

“Nohohoho reheheasohohon!”

“Mmm, someone forgets where he is…” the white-haired male brought one hand down to squeeze at the blonde’s side at the same time.

“OKAHAHAY- OKAHAHAY- IHIHIHIHIT MAHAHAHAKES MEHEHE FEHEHEEL SAHAHAHAFE!”

Tengen’s own eyes closed and his lips fell into a pouty frown at the adorable reaction. “Well, little man, seems like you came to the right hashira. This flashy guy is happy to make you feel as safe as you need.”

With both hands returned to the young slayer’s underarms, Zenitsu chuckled a few more times before his arms finally trapped Tengen’s hands.

The sound pillar chuckled. “Hey, I need those.”

“N-Nohohoho! Tihihihickles!”

“Well duh. That’s the whole point of-“ a familiar noise caught his attention, a sense of urgency came across his tone. “Zenitsu, give me my hands.”

“Noooo! You’re gonna tickle me agaaaain!”

“I’m serious, kid, quickly.”

With a look of confusion, Zenitsu hesitatedly freed his attacker’s hands. Within a second, he felt warm palms lightly smack over his ears.

He knew Tengen seemed frantic, but was this really necessary? What was he-

At that moment, the brightest firework the two had seen all night erupted into the air, producing an ear-splitting boom.

Zenitsu looked up at the flinching sound pillar with guilt. “Mister Uzui-“

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” the man answered frantically, more worried about the boy in his arms, “Did I get you in time? I heard the fuse going off, and I knew it would be a big one.”

The boy nodded as he moved to sit up, removing the hashira’s hands from his ears. “You cover yours. I’m okay now.”

The white-haired male chuckled. “No can-do, you’re clearly affected more.”

The blonde bit the inside of his cheek as he sighed. “Yeah… sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. We were blessed with one of the greatest heightened senses. It just sucks a bit during firework shows.”

“How’d you know what to do? I mean… you really knew how to take care of me.”

“Only a heartless human would let a little kid cry. Hina’s been helping me to be more of a caretaker; the four of us have been talking about having some kids of our own one day, and I need to be prepared.”

Zenitsu smiled at the thought of a baby Tengen toddling about. His smile soon turned to a frown when the man’s words registered. “Hey… I’m fourteen, not a little kid.”

The man chuckled and ruffled Zenitsu’s hair.

The young slayer sat between the Hashira’s open legs, his back turned while resting against the man’s torso. The two perked up when they heard Inosuke’s voice in the distance.

“You okay to be sitting here?” Tengen asked with a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“Yeah. Inosuke shouldn’t notice, and Tanjiro won’t say a thing.”

After a few moments, Tanjiro’s chiming voice filled their ears. Zenitsu was right; Tanjiro noticed, but did not say a word about the blonde seeking comfort. Inosuke was too engrossed in getting his dinner to say anything.

“Welcome back!” The sound pillar chirped, “What did you end up getting?”

“We found so many inexpensive stalls! I got more tempura for us, mainly because Zenitsu accidentally dropped his; I got some bentos; a few orders of noodles; AND there was a dango vendor!”

The white-haired male smiled. “Is that so? Got any change?”

The sound of clinking coins and crinkling packages was soon heard, and the four were sharing a meal once again. Zenitsu was about to dive into his tempura when the fireworks began again.

The bursts were one right after another, each sound seeming to be louder than the next. He placed the bag next to him as he cried out loudly, ready to cover his ears. To his surprise, Tengen’s warm, calloused hands had covered them first. He looked back at the hashira, and was met with a patient smile. “Eat,” he mouthed.

Zenitsu sighed and slumped against the sound pillar, finally getting to eat the tempura he had been waiting for.

Inosuke looked up from his meal to see a teary-eyed Zenitsu finally enjoying his own. But… why did the god of festivals have his hands over his… his… uh… what was the word? His… um… listening holes? “TANTORO!”

“Tanjiro,” the brunette corrected, unfazed.

“Why is the god of festivals doing that to Monitsu?” A pointed finger brought Tanjiro’s attention back upon the action he had just missed.

“Oh!” he chimed, “You know how I have a really strong nose?”

Inosuke nodded.

“And do you remember how sick I feel when I smell something really strong? And how upset it makes me?”

Another nod.

“Well, Zenitsu’s ears-“

That’s it! That’s the word! Ears!

“-are really strong, maybe a little stronger than my nose. Do you think the fireworks are really loud?”

A nod.

“So if they’re loud for you and I, imagine how loud they are for Zenitsu. It hurts his ears, and it really makes him upset. It’s best for us to not take notice of it; he’s probably really embarrassed.”

A small “ohh” emitted from the blue-haired male. The two sat in silence once more, Inosuke offering Tanjiro a bite of his dango as the two never broke their gaze from the fireworks.

Zenitsu and Tengen watched as well. The colors illuminated the black sky, and to his joy, Zenitsu could barely hear the pops of sound.

He exhaled.

The colors really were beautiful… aren’t they?

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[mah-t-wordblog]

hiiii, I'm back with another request ( ﾉ^ω^)ﾉ I was reading through your hashira headcannons, and the idea that gyomei tickles people whose aura is a bit low or sad to cheer them up is so cute! Can I please request a ler!gyomei and lee!muichiro? I love how Gyomei is always looking out for Muichiro, just like how Rengoku used to as well !

Please take your time, there is no rush! and if you have to decline then thats alright too! Take care ^.^

Of course!!! There it is this is so cute 🥹

Make it better?

Drawn by @ghostbite0 👆💛

Ler: Gyomei Himejima

Lee: Muichiro Tokito

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Ships: NONE

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Gyomei sat on a bench in the middle of the forest, listening to the birds and the sound of the water was simply spectacular for him.

Just calm, no fights, just peace, these were the moments that Gyomei, as a former monk, took to pray

But he felt he wasn't alone

Suddenly, Gyomei felt a weight on his lap, understanding from the sound and energy that the person was passing through, he knew who it was:

“Muichiro?”

The boy just sighed

"What happened? Why are you like that?"

The child looked at the adult “how?”

“So… sad”

“How do you know I’m sad?”

"I feel"

Muichiro's eyes lit up, as if he was very surprised

“Do you have powers?!”

Gyomei laughed, his tone sounded like a little child.

“No, my kid, I just feel”

“And do you know how to make it better?”

The older Hashira was surprised, he didn't have any tricks up his sleeve for this situation.

"Make it better? Let me think"

Muichiro carefully observed Gyomei, he loved that man, and respected him as if he were his father

“Muichiro, I've known him since he was found by the squad, and if I'm sure of one thing, it's how to make you smile…”

“How sir?” The little boy was excited by the idea that his master could make him smile

“You know~” Gyomei straightened his hands, placing them on the sides of the boy lying in his lap

“Hehehe hey!” Muichiro tried to push his hands away “nohohohohoho!”

“Come on, rest and just laugh”

Muichiro obeyed, he started to laugh

“All I want is for you to feel better.”

“Ehehehehe-AHAHAHA SIHIHIHIHIHIHIR”

"Yes?" Gyomei pretended he didn't know he was tickling the boy's most sensitive spot, him belly and bellybutton

Muichiro tried but couldn't say anything

“Let me hear the sound of your laughter for a little while, little boy.”

“EheheAHAHAHAHAHA” the child hashira twitched, the adult was scribbling all over his stomach region

A few more minutes passed, Muichiro's laughter filled the forest

Gyomei decided to slow down his hands “how do you feel?”

“Ehehe betteheheher”

“Be happy, my child”

Muichiro smiled

After staring at his master for a few more seconds, he covered his somewhat reddened face and asked:

“Sir… can you continue?”

Gyomei smiled big “of course”

“Thank yohohoHOHAHAHA”

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Thanks for reading 💛💛

[savemeafruitjuice]

Bothersome

a silly fic to introduce myself :>

If you find any grammatical errors please tell me and I will fix them!

lee! Douma

ler! Akaza

TW!: Cussing

"If you poke me ONE more time, I can not be held responsible for my actions."

Chaos was beginning to unfold in the Infinity Castle. Akaza had been minding his business, the striped demon taking a walk through the endless halls, when Uppermoon Two, Douma, had spotted him. "Oh come on now Akaza, you can't really hate me like you say you do, right?" 'poke, poke'

A moment of silence was exchanged between the two as the pink-haired demon slowly turned his head.

"Okay.. That is IT! GET OVER HERE!" Akaza suddenly made a jump for the icy demon, hands quickly wrapping around the taller's ribcage. "HEH!" Douma's hands quickly came up, cusping the other's as they froze, making eye contact. " ....You're ticklish?.."

"Ehh, no? I don't recall being t-eheheh!" Fingers suddenly dug into bone, causing a rather harsh reaction, arms flailing as Douma stumbled backwards, almost losing his balance. "Really? Because you seem pretty ticklish to me! Will this get you to stop bothering me?" Uppermoon three dug his thumbs into the white-haired man's sides to emphasize his question.

"pfffft- eheheh! Let gohooo!" Douma wriggled around, his legs eventually giving out. Akaza caught him mid-air, lowering him to the ground as he continued tickling the other. "Actually, let me think about it..." a hand was brought to his face as he pretended to think. "Mmm, nah. This is more fun."

Akaza experimentally tickled up and down his torso, wiggling fingers grazing along his ribs, "eheheh!" reaching up to tickle Douma's armpits, "HEHEHEY, NOHOHOO!" gliding his fingers over his necks and ears, teasing the sensitive flesh "Meheheheh!" and finally traveling down to squeeze his hips. "AHAIIIIEEHEHEHEE!"

"Oh? Is this a bad spot, dipshit?" a look of pure evil overtook the striped-demon's face as his captive writhed beneath him. Akaza decided to be a bit mean, focusing his attention to this new spot. "MEHEHEHEHEHE! LEHEHET ME GOOOOHOOHO!" "Did you listen to me? No, I didn't think so." The shorter man massaged deep circles into the divots of Douma's hips, causing him to spasm as he shrieked. "EEEHEHEHEHEEE! NOHOAHAHAHAHA!"

Uppermoon two's legs kicked out behind him as the tickly torment continued, feet scrambling for purchase upon the platform they were on. Hands shoved against Akaza's chest as the icy demon attempted to relieve himself of the semsations. "Ah, but you can't want me to stop that bad, can you? You haven't even told me to 'stop' yet. A blush spread out across the other's face as he'd been called out.

"Are you blushing?! Aww, do you like it? How fucking cute." a low whine escaped from deep inside the higher-ranked demon before being sent back into hysterics as his shirt was lifted up.

"PBBBBBBBBBBBBT!"

"eheHAHAHAHAHHAHAH! AHAKAZAAAHA DOHOHOON'T! IHI CAHAHAHN'T!" Douma tried shoving Akaza's head away, a fat raspberry being placed on his navel. "Sure you can. You still bother me all the time, don't you? Let's just say I'm returning the favor." Fingers came down to pinch and squeeze at Douma's thighs, as more raspberries were placed around his torso.

"ShihihiiHIHIIT! EEHEHEHEHEE! MEHEHEHEHEEHHEHE! STOHOHOP! IHIHI CAHAHAHN'T! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!" the icy demon's face was as red as a tomato, eyes now misty as he twisted and turned trying to escape. "I'll stop.. As long as you promise not to bother me for a week. Do you hear me?" "WHAHAHA- A WEEHEHEHEEK?! AKAHAZAHAHA THAT'S UNFAIR!" "Do you want me to stop or not?" more tickling. The striped demon wormed his fingers up to his armpits.

"EHEHEH! FIHIHIINE! I WOHON'T BOTHER YOU FOHOR A WEHEHEHEEK! I PROHOMISEEE!"

"..."

"AHAHKAZA PLEHEHEHASE! I SAID WHAHAHAT YOU WAHAHNTED! DOHOHON'T BEHE CRUEL!"

"Alright, Alright, fine." The lower-ranked demon's fingers slowed and the other gasped for breath. "Give me my hands back." arms slowly lifted. Akaza dug his fingers back into the other's armpits, causing a shriek and arms clamping down once more. It continued like this for a few seconds, Douma trying to lift his arms, and Akaza continuing to tickle him every time.

"StohoOHOHOP! EHEH! Ahahakaza!". "Okay, Okay, fine." Douma lifted his arms once more, hands removing themselves from the other, Akaza standing up as Douma curled into a ball. "Remember to leave me alone." The pink-haired man flicked the other's arm before launching himself off the platform.

Douma uncurled himself, laying flat on the ground, a smile still plastered onto his face.

Oh how he was going to bother Akaza again.

Hope you enjoyed!

[iloveubepancakes]

Look at them!

[nerosdayinanime]

It's good to see you/ Strange how your mind works

[helloitsghost]

As for the drawing request, I'm gonna be predictable and ask for Rengoku getting tickled by Uzui. Your choice of platonic or romantic. Just Ten latched on to Kyo's ribs and wrecking him.

I gotcha anon and sorry for the year+ wait💀 if ur still somehow seeing this I’d like to show u my new technique with these two

✨prespective✨

Tadaaaaaa twas fun trying some new angles but god damn my wrist hurts after this lol

I hope u like this wherever u are and yeee thas 1 request done🕺

[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 13: Sneak Attack

Summary: When the Hashiras run into each other while returning from missions, Mitsuri is shocked Muichiro doesn't remember her and decides he deserves a tickly punishment.

Word Count: 2,088

"Who are you?"

Mitsuri didn't know what to say to that.

She was a friendly person, and she deeply admired her fellow Hashira. She tried to bond with them and greatly enjoyed the time they spent together. Admittedly, she hadn't spent as much time with Muichiro as she had with some of the others. Still, it should be enough for him to remember her!

She gaped at him, awkwardly floundering with her hands as she tried to overcome her embarrassment. 

"Ah—well it's me… Mitsuri Kanroji… the Love Hashira?" She said with a confused tilt to her voice that made it seem more like a question. She kept talking until something like recognition bloomed in his cloudy eyes.

"Oh. Did you need something?"

Heat flooded her face as she sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. This wasn't going how she expected. She simply wanted to say hello to her fellow Hashira and perhaps share a meal, but she hadn't thought he would be so aloof!

"No! I was just—" She cut herself off, noticing the cut on his neck. His whole appearance was disheveled, his uniform was bloodstained, and his right leg was dragging slightly behind his left. She'd noticed it when she first approached him, but his response quickly distracted her from her worry. "Are you hurt?"

"It's only minor injuries. I was going to go to the Butterfly Mansion to be treated." He said, gazing up at the sky.

"Eh?! But–but that's so far from here! It would take days to get there! Especially if your leg is injured!" Mitsuri protested, frantically gesturing with her arms. "There's a house with a wisteria crest nearby! Let's go there instead!"

He stared at her for a long moment with a puzzled look. "What?"

She realized he must've spaced out again. It wasn't surprising; he had always been a bit scatter-brained. "Come on! Let's get you some help!"

The walk took longer than it should have with Muichiro's injured leg. Mitsuri had offered to help and crouched down. He hadn't understood why and stared at her until she stood back up, red-faced and talking rapidly. She was like a little chick that wouldn't stop chirping.

Finally, they arrived at a house and were greeted by an elderly couple. A doctor was summoned for him, and Mitsuri disappeared somewhere during his treatment. His injuries weren't severe. Some cuts and scrapes that were quickly dressed, and there was a break or a sprain or something that Muichiro had lost focus on when the doctor explained it. He was too busy trying to remember the name of a bird he saw through the window.

"Are you feeling better?" 

Muichiro had been so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the doctor leave or Mitsuri enter. She must have been bathing because her hair was wet and gathered in rivulets around her, except for a section she was gathering and braiding together. It was pretty. He wondered why it was such an odd color.

"I'm fine," He said, standing up and ignoring the pain in his leg. "I'll be leaving now."

"What? But we just got here!" She cried, dropping the half-made braid.

"Our time is more valuable as Hashiras. Every second we waste leads to someone's death. You aren't even injured. Can you afford to waste your time lounging around here?"

Her mouth fell open, and her face turned red again. It took her a moment to compose herself before she spoke. "You're right… but I don't think that's fair! We're humans, not demons! We need to rest and take breaks, or else we can't perform! We'll make mistakes and get hurt!"

Muichiro stared at her, unconvinced and blank-faced, so she continued to blabber on. "Besides! It's morning so no demons are out! And–and I haven't received a new mission yet, so I have nowhere I need to go! And I don't think you've gotten one either!"

He sighed. It was early. It would be at least half a day before the sun set and demons could hunt; his crow hadn't alerted him of any other pressing matters, and the throbbing in his foot worsened when he walked. He supposed he could spend a few hours eating and resting before he pursued his next mission. It had been a long time since he'd had a proper meal, or rest for that matter, but he doubted he'd have enough time for that.

Tilting his head at Mitsuri, he asked, "Do they have food?"

Her entire being brightened. She was radiant. Smiling and laughing, she clapped her hands together and ran out of the room, promising she'd return with food. He sat back down in his provided bed, toying with a few stands of his hair as he tried to replicate her braid.

After a few failed attempts and getting distracted by the chittering of his crow, Mitsuri returned with the couple, carrying a table and large portions of food.

He didn't need to be confined to his bed, but they insisted on bringing everything to him. They probably would have fed him if he'd let them.

Mitsuri proved to be a surprisingly voracious eater. He didn't expect such a dainty girl to eat so much and lost count after her sixth serving. 

The food was good. Warm. Oddly nostalgic. It happened quite often. He'd recognize something familiar. From his old life. The fog around his memories receded just enough for him to recall it without being able to place it; there was never enough to remember anything of value—to unmuddle his mind.

She couldn’t stop talking throughout the meal, either. Mindless chatter and tirades that Muichiro found himself enjoying when he could focus on what she was saying. She didn’t mind when he spaced out and continued on, filling the silence or repeating the question a few times until his attention returned.

“Hm?” He asked, noticing her expectant stare as he tuned back in.

“Do you have any family?” She repeated. She was nice—patient. He knew how easy it was to be annoyed by him. Most people, that he could remember, were.

Before he completely lost focus again, he shifted his gaze back towards Mitsuri instead of the wall it was veering towards.

“I don’t know.” 

If he did have one, he had no memories of them. The thought of it left him with a vague longing and sadness that accompanied every other mention of his past, but it made no difference. The fog never cleared.

“Oh,” For a moment, a remarkably sad look passed over Mitsuri’s face, but it quickly brightened again with an enthusiastic smile. “That’s okay! You can make your own family someday! Soon, I want to get married and have lots of kids! You can too, when you’re older!”

He cocked his head to the side. He didn’t know her well but couldn’t recall any mention of a partner. “Who are you going to marry?”

Another blush spread as she cupped her hands around her face, laughing nervously. “Well… I don’t know exactly who yet… but I want to marry someone who’s stronger than me. That’s actually why I joined the Corps…”

He thought for a moment. “Gyomei is pretty strong.”

“Yes, but he’s a bit too old for me. And I… already have my eye on someone else!” Her blush grew as she admitted it.

“Who?”

Shaking her head rapidly, she waved him off with a gasp. “No! There’s no way I could tell you that! It’s too embarrassing! And how come you remember Gyomei’s name but you couldn’t remember me?!”

He shrugged. He’d finished his meal and glanced at the bed, debating whether he should rest before he left for his next mission.

Mitsuri smiled, eyes twinkling. "I think I should teach you a lesson! One that you'll never forget!" She exclaimed, shuffling closer to him.

"What do you mean?" 

"It's a method I've mastered over years of training. My—" She lunged at him, rapidly squeezing his sides,"—ultimate tickle attack!"

Muichiro gasped, his eyes widening as he burst into laughter, cringing away from her touch. "Whahat ahare yohohou dohoing?"

"I told you already! I'm teaching you a lesson!" She said, cooing at the adorable noises coming from the younger boy. 

He squirmed at the oddly familiar sensation. He recognized it—tickling—but couldn't quite place it in his memories; there was only a vague sense of warmth and longing. 

His instincts urged him to get away, but he was tired. He was tired, and his leg was injured, and it wasn't entirely unpleasant, and—and in his faint memories, there was only joy.

So he could let Mitsuri have a little fun.

"You're so cute! Cute! Cute! Cute!" She cheered, poking his ribs with each exclamation. 

He squeaked, swatting at her hands as she poked him, making him slowly slink to the ground. With a laugh, she eased his fall, cushioning his head and continuing her attack.

A flush spread across his cheeks, an odd embarrassment coursing through him at her teasing. Cute certainly wasn't a word often used to describe him. He was a Hashira, after all, and not even one of the nicer, bubblier ones like Mitsuri; if anything, she was the cute one. 

But her words didn't bother him as much as he thought they should. It made him oddly warm and light, almost as if he could float away, if not for the ticklish sensations keeping him grounded.

It seemed Mitsuri, who had been distracted by the adorable scene in front of her—Muichiro's reddening ears and cheeks, covered with stray strands of hair that splayed around him or the floor, face pulled into a bright, hesitant smile, his hands that clenched her sleeves, seemingly not intending to intervene with his torment, instead seeking to preoccupy themselves so as to not interrupt, his squirming was an unconscious movement, one that made him lurch and jump and squeak whenever she hit an especially bad spot, but never truly intended to get away—finally remembered what her objective had been with tickling Muichiro.

"Come on! Do you remember now? What's my name?" She cooed, digging into his stomach.

"Mihihi—" he let out a high-pitched noise, something like a squeal, when she moved closer to his bellybutton. 

"MihihitsuhuHUHUHU," he tried again, but the rest of his words were drowned out in loud, surprised laughter as she used one hand to scratch at his belly button, the other scribbling around his torso. That warm feeling spread across his entire body, as if he was enveloped in a hug.

"Mimitsu? Nope, sorry! That's not me!" She teased, giggling to herself and moving her hands down to pinch at his thighs, not wanting to overwhelm the poor boy. "I guess I'll have to keep tickling you until you remember!"

He was back to high-pitched, soft titters at her gentle tickling. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes as he laughed; he was nearing his limit.

"Mihihitsuhuri!" 

"Yes! Great job, sweetie! And who am I?"

"Thehehe Lohohove Hahahashihira!"

She grinned, quickly scribbling her fingers under his chin before ceasing her tickling. "Mhm! I think you finally learned your lesson!"

He released her sleeves, giggling quietly to himself for another moment before wiping his eyes and sitting up. Immediately, Mitsuri pulled him into a tight hug, unable to contain her excitement. 

"That was so much fun!" She squealed, still holding him. "It wasn't too bad, was it?"

"No," he was smiling, but it was hard to tell if it was from her affection or a side effect of the tickling that had only just ended.

 Her smile only grew. She tightened her grip ever so slightly, and they stayed there for a long moment, her arms cradling the smaller boy while his cheek rested against her shoulder. Until she began absentmindedly playing with his hair, making him perk up and lightly shove her back to remove himself from the hug.

"Can you show me how to braid hair?"

She gasped, delighted. "Of course!"

It was slow work, teaching him, but Mitsuri was patient and kind and a good teacher, and by the end of it, Muichiro could make a semi-decent braid that she was more than happy to wear. She even gave Muichiro one afterwards, kissing his forehead and allowing him to inspect his new appearance in the mirror.

Maybe, he thought, as Mitsuri happily chattered in his ear afterwards, surprisingly affectionate now that she knew Muichiro didn't mind, taking a break every once and a while wasn't a bad thing.

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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 6: 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓼𝓮

IM BACK IN BUSINESS BABY-

I’ll be caught up in no time

— This do have tickles below the cut ngl—

TAGS: @giggly-squiggily @chrimsss @myreygn @rachi-roo

Stupid, stupid move…. Tanjiro should’ve known better than to take advice from Mr. Uzui. Now, he knows that it sounds bad, but you have to trust him. Tengen may be a legendary demon slayer, but he’s also an idiot… A big idiot who has idiotic ideas.

Currently, Tanjiro was stepping on eggshells around the butterfly mansion, trying impossibly hard to keep quiet and hidden.

What had he done?

Well, Tengen had woken up to see that his headband was missing, courtesy of Kyojuro. So, the sound pillar instructed Tanjiro with-

“Young Kamado.” The flame user’s voice boomed down a corridor.

Busted.

“You have something of mine.”

Panic rose in the young slayer as his eyes widened fearfully. Realistically, Rengoku would not harm a hair on his head, but the thought of what might happen if he was caught? Ooh, it sent shivers down the boy’s spine.

“Whaaaat? What do you mean, Mr. Rengoku?” Tanjiro feigned innocence.

“Oh? Surely you aren’t lying to me, my boy. We both know that it spells disaster…” the older male inquired.

“Psshhh, why would I lie? I don’t have anything to hide.”

“Oh yeah?” He stood with an amused smile, eyebrows cocked upward in confusion. “Is that so?”

“M-Mhm!”

“So if I were to check your pockets, I would f-“

The water user suddenly turned his head toward the nearest wall. “What’s that Mr. Uzui? You need me urgently? Oh- He turned to the hashira. “Well, duty calls haha!”

As luck would have it, Tengen appeared right next to Kyojuro, stuffing his hand into the hashira’s haori pocket. When it was retrieved, the flame pillar’s eyes slowly flicked between the two tricksters. “So, Young Kamado…” A smile graced his lips, “I would suggest you get a head start…”

“A head st- oh.” Within an instant, Tanjiro was sprinting around the mansion, sliding around corners and nearly face planting every time he did so.

The two hashira looked at each other, an unspoken code. Shortly after, Rengoku and Tengen split into two different directions. “Here comes the tickle monster!!” The flame pillar chirped.

A nervous squeak elicited from the boy’s lips. He smacked his hands over his mouth and prayed that he was not heard.

Pairs of feet passed his hiding spot multiple times… his plan was working. His fingers brushed over the stolen item in his pocket, and it made him wonder if this was all worth it?

Suddenly, the cupboard door was slammed open, causing the young slayer to yelp and lose his balance. A pair of arms kept him from hitting the floor, placing him safely on his bottom.

“What the hell did you do to piss off both Tengen and Rengoku?”

Tanjiro looked into the eyes of his savior—Sanemi— and sighed, showing him the item. “It wasn’t my idea!” he defended.

Suddenly, Rengoku appeared at the other end of the hallway.

“If you give me your tempura tonight at dinner, I’ll distract him.” Sanemi bartered.

“What?! No way!” Tanjiro whined, not thinking of his current situation.

“Suit yourself…” he cupped his hands and- “HEY, KYO! CAUGHT THE LITTLE BRAT!”

With saucer-widened eyes, the young slayer scrambled to his feet, running as fast as he could. He squeezed his eyes shut as his feet pounded against the hardwood.

He was home free, finally!

That is, until he ran into something and fell flat on his butt.

Before the water user could register, he was being scooped by his ankles and thrown over Tengen’s shoulder, being held up by his hips shortly after. He screeched as his arms came up to protect his torso.

“Aha! We caught you now, Young Kamado! Time to face the wrath of a robbed tickle monster.” The flame hashira smiled evilly as he wiggled his fingers above the boy’s torso.

“Nohohoho! Ihihihi dihihihidnt- Eep! Nohohoho!”

“I haven’t even touched you! Giggly little thing, aren’t you?”

Tanjiro’s face flushed as he giggled helplessly. He closed his eyes and hoped the threat would pass; after all, if you can’t see it, it can’t get you.

To his dismay, the threatening fingers descended onto his tummy and showed no mercy.

“Hyeheheahaha! Nohohohoho! Ihihihi dihihidnt-“

“Where is it, Tanjiro? This will all be over if you give me what’s mine!”

“Ihihi- eheheheahahaha! ihihi wohohohont tehehehell! Mihihihisteheher Uhuhuhzuihihi tohohohold mehehe tohohoho!”

“Ohhh? Mr Uzui did?” Another wordless look invited Tengen to join the fun.

Tanjiro squealed and kicked as he felt the sound pillar squeezing at his hips.

“AGH! CMOHOHOHON! NAHAHAT FAHAHAHAIR!”

“You know how to make this end!” The flame pillar cooed as he snaked his fingers up to wiggle under the boy’s arms.

The water user squirmed in Tengen’s hold as his laughter increased. “MIHIHIHISTER REHEHENGOHOHOKUKU! IHIHIHI- AYEHEHE!”

“What’s that? Where did you put it?”

“IHIHIHI- HYEAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI DOHOHONT- PFFAHEHEHE!”

“I don’t think I speak that language. Have you been studying something new with Gyomei?”

After that comment, Tanjiro was at his breaking point. Sorry, Mr Uzui, but he had made his best effort. “OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHHAY! IHIHIHILL TEHEHELL!! STAHAHAHAP!”

The tickling ceased, and a panting Tanjiro slid down onto the floor. Rengoku giggled a bit as he gently rubbed the boy’s shoulder. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a jingling sound.

Ah, finally.

Tanjiro had reached into his pocket and was holding up the object of the hour: a small bracelet made for him by Nezuko.

“Thaaaaank you, Young Kamado,” he chirped.

“I don’t get the big hubbub about it,” the boy noted, “It’s just a bracelet my sister made.”

“And that’s precisely why it’s so special! Handmade gifts are just as important as purchased ones.” Rengoku smiled fondly as he slid the beaded bracelet onto his wrist. “Plus, I think it makes me look handsome.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night…”

“Oh? Was that some sass that I just heard, Kyo?” Tengen’s voice cut in.

“I do believe it was, Tengen.”

Tanjiro’s eyes widened.

Uh oh…

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I can request? Lee Giyuu and Ler Mitsuri and Rengoku? Please

Hiiii, of course 💛

Training doll

Lee: Gyuu Tomioka

Ler: Kyojuro Rengoku, Mitsuri Kanroji

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Ships:

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Kyojuro and Mitsuri were walking through the courtyard of Master Kagaya's mansion, where all the hashiras were standing.

"So, young Kanroji, this will be your first lesson to learn my ancient techniques of how to tickle someone"

"Yes, Rengoku, I'm excited"

They continued walking until Kyojuro spotted a target

Gyuu Tomioka was sitting by a pond there

"Do you see that man?"

"Yes, Rengoku, that's Mr. Tomioka"

"This will be your first training doll"

Mitsuri's eyes lit up

Gyuu heard footsteps behind him and turned his head slightly to look.

"Good morning, Tomioka" Kyojuro approached

"What do you want?"

"Just ask you to help me teach Mitsuri some lessons"

Gyuu tried to stand up

"No need to stand" Kyojuro sat down next to him and asked Mitsuri to do the same

"Now~"

The flame man pushed Gyuu and made him lie down, holding his arms

The water man became nervous, he was sure of what would happen and tried desperately to extricate himself

"Young Kanroji, let's see, where do you think you should start?"

Mitsuri thought, "I guess, his belly"

So she squeezed the man's belly

Gyuu didn't make a sound though, he just squirmed, moving from side to side

"I don't think that's the point, try again, student"

Mitsuri tried to tickle Gyuu's armpits

And nothing

"HE’S NOT TICKLISH" Mitsuri exploded as she always did

"Of course he is"

Gyuu was about to explode underneath her, but she didn't realize it

"Just squeeze his knees," Kyojuro asked smiling.

Mitsuri squeezed, resulting in Gyuu exploding

"Now his whole body is extremely sensitive"

The girl soon perked up, their hands moving at a different speed now, it was as if they were invisible from how fast she shook them

It wasn't long before Gyuu finally spoke

"WHYHYHYHYHY?"

"I needed a training doll, Tomioka" Kyojuro explained "do you think Mitsuri should stop?"

"PLEHEHEHEHEEHEASE"

Kyojuro raised a hand and asked the girl to stop her attack

"Come on, young Kanroji, today's attack isn't about revenge, I just wanted you to learn how it's done"

He stood up

Gyuu was devastated on the ground, it was all very strange

To be released just like that? Being attacked for no reason? What kind of lesson was that?

Mitsuri patted Gyuu on the head three times

"Thanks for teaching me, Tomioka" and ran off after her teacher

Gyuu thought to himself 'now she's going to be a great enemy too'.

He laughed in thought, he couldn't wait to see what she could do

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Thanks for reading 💛