#ticklish Shiro

[chocopbwafer]

[ general dating headcanons with fem!human!reader ]

Pairing : [m!voltron!chars x fem!reader]

TW? : None

Word Amount : 836

Originally Posted On : AO3

When Shiro gets stressed out he just likes to rest his head In your lap, or In the crook of your neck while he wraps his arms around your waist.

  He finds your presence very comforting.

  When you're worried or stressed out, he catches on Immediately.

  Will give you a glass of your favorite beverage, maybe some snacks and hold you close to him, and you just bury your head In his chest enjoying the comfort.

  "Want to talk about It?"

  If you don't want to, then he'll respect that, he'll just try to keep whatever's bothering you off your mind.

  If you do want to though, he'll definitely listen to whatever you want to vent about.

  He's been In a few past relationships so he's decent In experience

  He gives great hugs.

  (Sometimes he likes to be the little spoon.)

  Idk why but he gives me the vibe of somebody who can cook good waffles

  He likes to kiss the bridge of your nose.

  If you have freckles then he's definitely kissing each one he can find.

  Kiss his forehead while playing with his hair If you want him to melt Into a puddle

  (♡)

  You and Hunk have your own little cooking class with each other.

  One part of you Is paying attention to what he's saying while he's cooking with you and the other part Is just smiling cause he's smiling too and his happiness Is so contagious???

  He's been on a few dates before but this would be his first time In a serious relationship so he's kinda awkward at first

  He eventually warms up and gets closer to you

  He's a really good singer, like, you come home one evening and just hear him In the shower singing his lungs away

  If you've had a nightmare he'll hum and sing to you while holding you close, and he sounds so nice you end up dozing off.

  Kiss his cheeks and he's just gonna grin at you like a goof

  (♡)

  Self-care for Lance Is a very big deal, and If he notices that you're not taking time out to care for yourself he's putting that to a whole stop.

  Ask him for face masks and moisturizers cause the boy stays stocked up

  He'll definitely wash and braid your hair (If you let him that Is!)

  Pampers you with love and affection every chance he can

  He's clingy and needs kisses every five seconds

  "Lance, I JUST kissed you"

  "I want another one though!"

  Despite his constant flirting he actually has never been In a relationship, let alone a date

  So when he asks you out and you accept he's kinda confused 

  "Now what?"

  Very sweet boyfriend

  He likes to nuzzle his head Into your neck and sneak a peck or two there.

  His jaw Is kinda ticklish but he certainly won't complain if you pepper a few kisses there

(♡)

  Both you and Shiro are the only ones that can calm Keith down when he's agitated.

  Just pull him aside and talk to him for a little bit

  He'll calm down

  Eventually

  He's never been In a relationship before and he's kinda emotionally constipated so the whole dating and love thing Is kinda awkward for him

  So when he asks you out, flowers In hand, his head averted and cheeks a dusty pink you already know he didn't do It on his own

  Shiro, Hunk and Pidge helped him out

  Coran helped too, but Keith was pretty sure the courting methods he was talking about probably only worked on Altean women

  Goes to Shiro for advice occasionally 

  He does not understand flirting

  He'll just look at you confused and then like, ten hours later he's like "oh"

  He really likes to hold your hands, and just idly rub along the lines of your palms

  He likes to kiss your knuckles

  His shoulders are kinda ticklish

(♡)

    Sometimes you'll tag along behind Coran when he makes improvements on the castle-ship.

  While you help him with chores and whatnot he might talk about what Altea was like

  He'll apologize for babbling but If you encourage him to keep talking about his home-planet and he will not hesitate to just talk about what It was like, and you end up smiling cause his eyes are literally sparkling the whole time

  Tell him about earth dang it

  Poor man doesn't know what snow is

  If you and the rest of the crew ever make It back home you promise to yourself the first thing you'll do Is show your boyfriend how to make a snowman

  Has been In a few relationships and dates before but with Altean women

  He has no clue on how to pursue a human woman

  Gets advice from both Pidge and Shiro

  He's oddly warm

  Like, If you cuddle or hug him he just feels like a fricking furnace

  Very overprotective and sweet boyfriend tbh

  He likes to sneak little kisses at the tips of your ear

  fin.

[xflippinfrogx]

Tickletober Day 5~ “I’m not ticklish”

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ FANDOM: Voltron

LEE: Keith

LER: Lance ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ 💙WARNING~ THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC, NSFW DNI!!💙

“LAHAHAHANCE STAHAHAP IHIHIT!!!!” Pidge squealed, batting at her attackers hands. Lance was in a very playful mood today and he was on a mission to make all of his friends smile. They’d been up in space for a good few months at this point and we’re all much closer with one another than when they started. The biggest relationship development onboard the ship was between him and Keith, their resident emo as Lance like to call him. It was still new to them both but there was something between them that they couldn’t ignore but neither had mentioned it just yet. Of course days like these definitely pushed them a bit further in their closeness.. as you’ll see.

Soon enough Pidge got a good kick to Lance’s stomach and escaped the clutches of the teams newly established tickle monster. He had already gotten Hunk this morning and Coran very briefly that afternoon but he decided he wasn’t even going to try Allura because she might eject him off the ship. Shiro was busy working on something so he’d leave him be as well.

Only person left was Keith and lucky for Lance he had just entered the room. Lance wondered if he had witnessed his attack on poor Pidge. “Damn she’s got some kick in her for someone so short huh?” Keith commented lightly chuckling to himself. “Or maybe you’re just extremely weak?” He was smirking as he spoke and Lance took this as his opportunity to see if perhaps his cru- friend was ticklish aswell. “You better reign in the attitude Mullet or you’ll be next~” A sly smile made its way to his face as he teased Keith. “Well sucks for you because I’m not ticklish.” He said it so confidently that Lance almost believed him, but he knew Keith too well now to miss the signs of slight panic in his eyes. “Hmm I think you’re lying Keith.” He leaned forward from his chair towards Keith who had sat in front of him on the ground for some reason??

“I promise you I’m definitely not!!” He was getting defensive and Lance could tell. He was going to have some fun with this..

“Alright, well if you’re ‘not ticklish’ then I guess you won’t mind if I do this?” He had moved from the chair to reach his new target. He experimented by prodding Keiths sides, but he kept a straight face. Lance walked his fingers up his ribs and began pinching lightly and Keith looked as if he was close to breaking but the boy was stubborn. It was going to take a little more than this to get him laughing Lance thought.

He didn’t have to search too far because Keith made the dumb decision of practically marking out his worst spot. His arms had automatically hugged around his stomach protecting it from Lance.

“Okay Keith last chance to admit that you’re actually ticklish or else I’m gonna have to do this the hard way..” Lance was really enjoying this, whilst he spoke he grabbed both of his FRIENDS hands and pinned them either side of his head. “Lance really, this is dumb, I mean c’mon i haven’t laughed yet so you’re obviously wasting your time here.” Keith seemed.. nervous as he spoke. ”Well there goes your last chance pretty boy, remember you asked for this.” Lance internally cringed at the nickname but soon forgot about it as he was too preoccupied trying to make Keith laugh. He started by scribbling his fingers over the taught muscles of Keith’s midsection and he could now see him visibly struggling to hold in his laughter. It wasn’t until Lance reached his lower stomach that Keith finally cracked. “Aha I found it!!” Lance cried out with excitement. “LAHAHANCE NOHOHO THIHIHIS ISNT FAHAHAIR!!!” Keith began to twist and buck his torso in attempt to get away from Lance’s very tickly fingers. That was a big mistake because not only was he no further away from his attacker but his stupid shirt had ridden up exposing him even more.

Lance didn’t waste a second and absolutely took advantage of the vulnerable area. He spidered his fingers all along Keith’s waistline relishing in his loud cackles. It was nice to see the usually brooding teen so carefree for once and god his laugh was just amazing. Lance could listen to it forever, but he didn’t put Keith through more than maybe seven minutes of torture. “Not ticklish you said?? Well I think I proved that wrong don’t you Keith?” Lance smiled down at him noticing how content he looked. Lance would give anything to stay in this moment all day. A tiny blush spread across Keith’s cheeks as he smiled shyly up at Lance. His arms were still pinned but neither of them seemed to notice. Then Keith did something he never thought he would..

He leaned up and slowly placed his lips against Lance’s. He quickly pulled away for fear of rejection but Lance immediately let go of his arms and pulled him back into their first kiss. It didn’t last long but to them it was the most perfect kiss either had ever had. Lance smirked his signature smile and spoke up. “Who knew you lying about being ticklish would’ve made this happen..”

“Oh shut up you dork.” Keith chuckled and wrapped his arms around Lance. That’s how Hunk walked in on the two cuddled up on the ground asleep an hour later. He couldn’t have been happier for them.. and himself because Pidge owes him ten bucks.

[takashi-tuesday]

takashi tuesday #5 | The Moon's Farthest Point (PT.3) [1] [2] [3]

(check the end for notes)

“Rock, paper scissors!” Shiro cupped Curtis’ hand in his. “I win, again.” When Shiro took his hand back, Curtis stared at his fist, he had chosen rock and Shiro took the victory with paper. Curtis scowled at his hand like it personally plotted against him before smiling with a shrug. “Guess I’m just bad at this.” Shiro gave him an incredulous look, “You can’t be bad at rock, paper, scissors.” He pointed at him with his spork. “You can be unlucky or just.. Not that smart, but not bad.” Curtis dramatically stretched and easily slid his arm around Shiro’s shoulders. “I don’t know, there's a first for everything, isn’t there?” Finishing another spoonful of his lunch, Shiro rolled his eyes. “Yes but I don’t think you’re the first, if it’s possible.” Curtis pouted. “You’re so serious.” He was staring at him now, Shiro could feel his eyes boring into the side of his head. “And you’re so-” He shouldered his arm off. “Clingy.” Curtis frowned for a second before snorting and prodding Shiro in the side. To which he flinched violently, Curtis made another noise of humor. “Quit that.” Curtis only leaned closer. “Why? You ticklish, Shirogane?” Shiro would be lying if he said he didn’t consider shoving him off the bench, and he is an honest man.

“No, I just don’t want you poking me.” He decided to be mature but that was all thrown out the window as Curtis scoffed, and without missing a beat, reached onto his tray and stole his last cracker. Which was meant to go with the chili he was eating. Shiro reached for his hand, grabbing his wrist before he could eat it. Curtis recognized the challenge and they silently tugged his hand back and forth, neither speaking a word. Curtis yanked his hand back and shoved the remains of the crumbled cracker into his mouth. Shiro groaned, “For the love of-” The bell rang. Shiro groaned in irritation before collecting his tray, glaring at Curtis as he turned to dump it.

The other boy got from his seat, looking smug while he dusted his crumby hands over the trash. Shiro couldn’t help but scowl at the petty gesture. This wasn’t over. – “We can work at the Library after class to get a headstart on the material.” Shiro suggested, flipping through an especially boring textbook. Curtis’ only addition to the plan was a half hearted-groan. Shiro looked up for the book, frowning at Curtis, who was slumped over, his head resting on his folded arms.

“Are you sleeping?” Shiro flipped his textbook closed, he doubted he’d use it anymore today, his eyes were getting tired. “I’m resting my eyes.” He yawned, blinking hazily at him. Shiro resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Yeah, he was knocked out. “Did you hear what I said?” Shiro asked, crossing his arms. Curtis’ eyes fluttered closed against briefly, he exhaled tiredly before forcing himself upright. “Do you want an honest answer or a nice one?” He murmured, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Undeniably amused, Shiro bit back a snort. He cleared his throat before hardening his expression. “How late were you up last night?” He shrugged, yawning again. His brow furrowed at the half-answer. “You’re lucky it’s Friday, you look like you’re gonna fall over.” He admitted, moving to collect his papers into a neat stack. “I asked if you wanted to meet at the Library after class so we can go ahead and get started on our research.” He repeated, lifting his bag into his lap to store his supplies. Curtis seemed to mull over it for a second. “Today?” He asked through a third yawn. “Yeah, when else?” He finished zipping his back closed and slung the strap over his shoulder, giving Curtis a bemused look. “No time like the present I guess, I have to text my grandma though.” Shiro didn’t ask why but he’s assuming his face gave away his curiosity because Curtis continued.

“I have track after school.” He explained, Shiro made an ‘o’ with his mouth. “We can pick a different time, don’t wanna disrupt your uh, grind or whatever.” He smiled, Curtis snorted at him. “Grind?” He asked from behind his hand. Doubling down, Shiro crossed his arms. “Yes.” The bluntness must’ve been amusing because the other boy burst out laughing, which earned him a look from the substitute. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ve been looking for a reason to skip it anyway.” He shrugged, leaning back in his seat. Shiro wanted to say more but decided he’d say something if it really bothered him that much. “Alright, let me know if you change your mind.” Shiro said in finality, just barely missing the look Curtis was giving him. “What?” Curtis, who was leaning forward on his palm, only blinked slowly and smiled. “Nothing, just spacing out.” Shiro subconsciously rubbed the bridge of his nose, Weird. ––

This is a direct continuations of this post, I'm thinking of calling this little fic; the moon's farthest point. What do you guys think?

(As per usual, please forgive any errors, I don't have a beta and I write this stuff all on my own. Thanks for tuning in, until next week, happy Takashi Tuesday!)

[ticklish-ghost]

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

[regularme12]

Shiro's on a rampage

Summary: Shiro's getting one of his moods, and if Keith knows anything for the years he was living with him, He knows to run and hide and fast.

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Oh no. Oh no. nononono. This can NOT be happening. Shiro's finnally gotten one of his ler moods. He never had one since the time he reunited with the specific mullet teen. Only bc of the fact that Shiro was too busy on fighting Galra and too stress on the information about his arm, he didn't have time for that. Till one faithful day.

Keith and Lance both walked past Shiro just getting done tickling Hunk. "Whew, two down..." Shiro got up from his crouched position, slowly turning his head to the scared teens, "...Two to go." And they booked it. As fast as they can.

"YOU GO OVER THERE!! I'LL GO OVER HERE!! IF HE CATCHES YOU I DON'T WANT TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM!!" Keith motioned to him, even though he wants to not get found, he was yelling awfully loud.

"WHAT?! I DON'T UNDERSTAND!! WHY IS HE TICKLING PEOPLE?! WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I GET CAUGHT!! KEITHHHH!! DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE!! I'M SCARED!!!" Lance latched onto his leg, while Keith was trying to quickly push him off. Then they stopped... They heard an all too familiar voice.

"Shiro..." They said in unison, they looked up at each other and back to the hallway.

"GAH! Lance! Get. Off. And. Scatter." Lance scurriedly got off of him, and ran to one direction while Keith ran to the other.

It was a long chase. Well to Keith it was, but it was more like 5 minutes. He heard a loud scream followed by loud cackly laughter. "Damn, he got caught... that just means... I'm next!!!" He thought to himself, but he was destined to not get caught, because Shiro can be ruthless.

10 minutes went by, but it felt like an eternity. Shiro went to the room where Hunk, Pidge, and Lance was all at after getting ruthlessy tortured. "Do you guys know where Keith's at? It's his turn, and I can't find him at all. He's always been good at hiding."

"No why? I don't know why you're even gonna try to attempt tickling Keith, I don't really think he's ticklish." Pidge said and Hunk agreed with her.

"What makes you think that?" Shiro looked at them, with curiosity plastered on his face.

"Well... Keith's like... emoooo... so he doesn't give off the ticklish vibe." The yellow paladdin explained.

"I don't know guys, he seemed pretty scared, and he was running faster than I ever seen him run before."

"Yeah, Lance is right, I've lived with him most of my life, if I know anything about that kid, I'd know if he was super ticklish, and he is."

"NO WAY!! KEITH'S TICKLISH?!" Pidge shot up, Hink followed right after her.

"YOU GOTTA GO GRAB HIM AND BRING HIM HERE! WE HAVE TO SEE THIS!!!"

"Yh, It'll give me a nother reason to tease him." Lance. Ofcourse it was Lance, he's so snarky and sassy.

"Alr, I'll find him." And Shiro did. Keith was hiding in his lion, so obvious!!!

The red paladin squealed and protested, he was running around inside his lion with Shiro hot on his trails, before being cornered. "Wait, Shiro please! Can we talk about this?!"

"I just don't understand why you don't like me tickling you, it's suppose to be fun...~" Shiro whined, feeling hurt, but that was all an act.

"It WOULD be fun if you know how to acc tickle. But no you don't! It hurts when you do it, not tickle, HURT!!"

Shiro felt hurt by this, "Wow, Keith I didn't think u thought of me like that... You've lived with me so long and haven't told me that till now..." Keith felt sad that he hurt his brother figure.

"Look, I'm sorry alr? I didn't mean to say thAT-" Shiro saw his oppurtinity to pick him up and Throw him over his shoulder. "Wha-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! PUT ME DOWN!! If you're gonna tickle me do it here!! There's no point in switching locations!!"

"Oh there is, everybody else wants to see you getting tickled, so I feel obligated to show them just how ticklish you were."

Keith's heart sunk. He felt his face burning up and the feeling of being embarrassed rushing over him. No way is his brother gonna tickle him infront of EVERYONE!! That's his biggest fear getting tickled. I mean he can do it with just one person alone, but othe people watching him squirm and laugh uncontrollably where everyone else can just watch and tease him about it?! Hell no!! He was not gonna go down with out a fight. He started punching Shiro's back. He couldn't tickle him to let him go bc he was simply not ticklish, so Keith found it unfair. "NO! SHIRO! DON'T YOU DIDN'T TICKLE THEM INFRONT OF ANYBODY!! WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME!!! Come on~ we're friends, more like family, you wouldn't do this to family, right? RIGHT?!"

"Well I find it kinda amussing they didn't know you were ticklish, so I'm gonna show them."

"NO SHIRO!! NOOOO! STOOOPPPP!!!" Shiro went to the room every the paladins were waiting patiently. Shiro through him on the ground and placed himself on his waist.

"Stop! Shiro!! Don't tickle me hereeee!! Everyone's watching." Keith was averting his gaze from everyone else, but it was clear they all had big meanacing smiles on their faces.

Shiro was tryna pull Keith's arm up to tickle his ribs, but he was putting up a fight. Thankfully Shiro's robotic arm made him stronger and lifted his arm up with ease. Keith was using his other free arm to hold Shiro's other free arm, to no avail. "God! Shiro, Knock it off!!!"

"No can do, kid. You know this will not end well..." And there Shiro started scratching the latter's ribs, making him buck his hips and laugh wildly.

"GAHAHAHAHA!! SHIHIHIHIRO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!"

"Wow Keith, I didn't think u were THAT ticklish, let alone ticklish at all. I gotta write this down, for good knowledge." Pidge started scritching in her notebook, from where Keith's most ticklish, to the reactions he causes while getting tickled in said spot.

"Hey, Pidge, Mind letting me in on this too? I kinda need to know the good spots to target." Hunk asked.

"Yh, sure."

"NO! DOHOHOHON'T WRITE THIHIHIS DOWN!! YOU!! YOHOHOJOU FREAKS!!!"

"*Gasp* Keith! Did you j call your teamates freaks?! You know what comes next after being so mean to other people???" Shiro started wrigling his finger fast on the mullet's ribcage, side to side.

"No! Ihihjhi Don't!! Shihihihiro!! It huhuhuhurts...." Keith whined, but went back to his usual laughter after his brother figure targeted his sides.

"Guys? You wanna join in on this?"

"YEAH!!" Pidge and Hunk sat on both of Keith's legs, Pidge kneading his knee, while Hunk squeezed his thigh.

"GAHAHAHAH THIS IS TOHOHOHO MUCHHHH!!!" The red paladin started feeling hot and sweaty, he was coughing his lungs out, and there was no sign of him breathing normally, so the other paladins decided to give him a little break.

"Hey, Lance, you wanna get in on this? I thought u would want to considering he's you enemy..." Shiro looked up at the blue paladin, he knew what was going on. Lance didn't want to tickle Keith in fear that he wouldn't stop even if everyone else did, only bc Keith looked so cute and vulnerable in that position, so he decided to sit out on the sidelines.

"No, sorry Shiro, I'll sit out on this one."

"Suit yourself."

5 minutes break, and they went back to their usual torment.

"Ohohohokay, Ohohohakay!!!! Guhuhuhys, I'm done.... I've hahahahd enough..."

With that, Shiro motioned to thenother two to get off of him, letting Keith lay on the ground all sprodawled out, heaving and panting.

"Damn you, Shiroooo..." He said to himself, wanting to get revenge, but then again, the black paladin was not ticklish.

[ticklishprincey]

𝚅𝚘𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Hello my loveys! Another one that wasn't requested, but I don't see nearly enough content with these goobers so I decided to make it. Enjoy! ◦•●◉✿ Warnings: Tickling, teasing lmk if there's anything else ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚜◦•●◉✿ ◦•●◉✿ Lance ♡ Ler-leaning switch ♡ ---------- ♡ ABSOLUTE MENACE ♡ Main target is Keith because he's a little shit ♡ However if he feels someone needs it there's no changing his mind ♡ Painfully observant ♡ Make a cute noise? He'll point it out. Curl into yourself? He makes it known. Lean towards him instead of away? You poor thing, you are eternally screwed. ♡ Enjoys wrecking his lee but if the lee genuinely wants him to stop he will listen (albeit reluctantly) ♡ Pretty ticklish, I'd say 7/10 ♡ Worst spot is his spine, if you run your fingers up his back he is just a puddle of giggles ♡ Will try to talk his way out of being wrecked, even though he most likely pissed his ler off so he would be in that position ♡ It never works, not once. ♡ Purposefully antagonizes the let's of the group to get his shit wrecked ♡ Very loud laugh, he'll snort if you get him good but will deny it immediately after ◦•●◉✿ Keith ♡ Lee-leaning switch ♡ ---------- ♡ The only people who can tickle him without getting their shit rocked are Lance and Shiro ♡ I'm serious someone will end up with a black eye and it won't be him if you catch my drift here ♡ He enjoys it, yes, but it takes a lot of trust to get him that vulnerable and he doesn't give out said trust easily ♡ Loves a good chase, along with a bit of wrestling to get him down ♡ He will curse and insult his ler through laughter (all in jest, he knows and his ler knows he enjoys it) ♡ There is no gentle with him, there is you pin him at the very least or you risk getting kicked in the face on accident ♡ He has definitely kicked both Lance and Shiro in the face before and felt so bad afterwards (canon because I said so) ♡ Worst spots are behind his knees, upper ribs and hips ♡ Will melt into giggly purring if his ears are touched ♡ Very giggly laugh, hiccups if you go on for a while, and snorts when his ribs are touched ♡ Not easy to fluster if you don't know how to do it ♡ The normal teasing doesn't work, you need to compliment him incessantly to get him blushing and then all teases are fair game ♡ On the flip side, he doesn't really ler that often, mostly because he's afraid of hurting his lee ♡ If someone asks, he provides, though ♡ Be prepared for a constant need for reassurance that you're okay with what he's doing, he's very very gentle ◦•●◉✿ Shiro ♡ Ler ♡ ---------- ♡ The only person he'll really get is Keith, they're like brothers ♡ The main reason he's a ler is because everyone is terrified of trying anything ♡ They hear Keith, they don't want any of that ♡ Despite this, he's actually a very gentle ler ♡ He's a lot like Keith in that he will immediately back off if he hears anything close to stop ♡ Cheer-up tickles are his thing ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍◦•●◉✿ ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Let it be known that I have not finished the series, I'm not sure where I am and don't feel like checking but if I hear spoilers you will be SWIFTLY blocked. Like without hesitation. Also I'm aware there's more characters but in all honestly I give no shits about them (that was mean but it's true they don't interest me) and will not be writing about them unless they DRASTICALLY CHANGE in the series. (Pidge is getting into that territory, they're pretty cool.) •.¸♡𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚎♡¸.•

[phiixomath]

02. movie

masterlist.

The movie is halfway through by the time Lance finishes with his shower and skincare routine. He slips into the viewing room, quietly as he can, toward his usual seat beside Keith on the couch. Keith's arm slung across the back, and it feels almost inviting with the way he's pushed against the arm of the couch, sitting relaxed with one knee drawn to his chest and the other folded under him, his intent gaze softened under the glimmer of the projection.

Lance slides in next to him. He sighs from the immediate warmth but Keith's so engrossed in the film it takes him a second before he glances to his side. When he does, his lips quirk in a smile. He undoubtedly sees the stretch of couch Lance has left untouched but shifts so Lance can lean into his chest. 

Lance has gotten almost expectant of their routine: Keith will wait for a moment where everyone else is present though occupied, perhaps even distantly aware of the pair's close proximity, before he'll gain the courage and initiate contact. Lance guessed he'd prefer being in one of their rooms, someplace no one besides Lance is there to see him at his most loving, but it's almost like he becomes shier when it's just the two of them.

They haven't told the others yet—partly because there's nothing to tell, and partly because... well, there's nothing to tell. They're still Lance and Keith, and, if Lance were to guess again, he'd wager most of the team can see the way they feel about each other. Or, at the least, the way Keith feels about him. The guy isn't nearly as subtle as he believes himself to be; Lance enters the room and Keith instantly brightens to the point it's a little funny how huge a confidence boost it is. They train together frequently enough to climb the leaderboard, always end up being the first or last in a room together, pair up for every mission, and sit next to each other at meals.

In fact, it was during a meal when Keith first reached out.

Everyone was eating, idly talking. Pidge brought up a function they'd discovered in the Altean technology they were messing about with. The team listened in fascination, and while Lance, too, paid attention, he also needed a way to expend excess energy and thus took great pleasure in poking and prodding Keith's hip under the table. Keith wasn't irritated, but Lance knew he was at least somewhat ticklish. He bit back a smile every time Keith shut his eyes to keep from bursting, swore he could hear the mental repetition of 'patience yields focus patience yields focus patience yields focus' until he finally grabbed one of Lance's hands. Keith raised an eyebrow as if to challenge Lance from protesting, but all he could do was stare back wide-eyed.

The others snickered at Keith holding their hands somewhat awkwardly in mid-air, but the topic was quickly pivoted to the upcoming mission. Lance averted his gaze from Keith's, as well as the plethora of questioning and suggestive looks Hunk and Pidge threw their way, and Keith dropped their hands under the table, well out of the team's view.

They might've seen the resulting whirlwind of emotions play out on Lance's face, but what they didn't see was Keith slowly lacing their fingers together. Lance momentarily froze before he remembered Shiro was still talking and that he needed to, at the least, look like he was paying attention. 

They'd held hands before, during a mission or training session, pulling the other up when he fell, got injured, or when their hands brushed and Lance had to pretend it wasn't as monumental as it was and remain on task. In this case, listen to Coran relay the most important cultural norms of today's target planet, though all attempts to do so were thrown out the window the moment Lance feels Keith's hand adjust around his. Like he was consciously thinking about Lance. Like he meant for their hands to stay together. It might've been that he just didn't want to let go and risk Lance going back to poking him, but... that just didn't seem to be the message from the way Keith held him.

Biting his lip, Lance took a peek. 

Keith appeared much the same—far less affected than Lance was certain he himself looked—but, upon closer inspection, wore a soft smile. Lance stilled, uncaring whether the others would look their way again, until Keith looked back. His eyes met Lance's and his ears reddened, though his hand stayed in Lance's. Lance found himself grinning back, just in time to nod in agreement when Allura asked for their stance on the current plan of action. 

Later, after they reconvened in front of the hangars, Keith approached him again. 

"Hey."

"Hey," Lance responded, feeling his heart quicken as Keith moved closer. "We're all good, right? I'll get in with the help of your handprint, work my magic with the ambassador, while everyone dismantles the warship that's set to depart tomorrow." Keith nodded. He listened with his head tilted and it felt particularly disarming, except for when he glanced downward. Lance raised his eyebrows like Keith had when they regained eye contact, only this time clearly teasing. Keith suppressed a smile but looked down again and this time Lance followed. His expression was earnest when his hand twitched toward Lance's. 

Is that really what this is about? Lance thought, reaching forward.

He brushed Keith's fingers with his and, once again, felt the air rush from his lungs when Keith solidly clasped his hand. His expression turned to one of determination and Lance pursed his lips from how adorable it was. 

"What?" Keith asked, his voice mesmerisingly low. Lance shook his head, eyes darting around the hangar. The others didn't pay them any mind, they stood in various huddles a few feet away, but Lance felt positively exposed from his smile and the laugh threatening to spill from his lips. Keith was also starting to look amused. He chuckled when Lance swung their hands to try and distract from the heat climbing his neck. 

"Ready, everyone?" Despite everything, Lance half-expected Keith to snatch his hand away when Shiro turned to address them. Instead, he separated only after a squeeze, barely moving a foot further as Shiro re-briefed everyone. Lance felt unbelievably light.

His stomach swooped, much the same way it does now as he sinks against Keith's chest and shimmies so he’s cozily facing the screen. The residual tension from today's mission uncoils from his shoulders, no match for Keith's pleasant, furnace-like warmth seeping in from his chest and the arm he's crossed over Lance. 

Keith clears his throat and Lance looks up at him in question. Keith must assume he’s uncomfortable because he shifts again, this time bringing his leg out from under and moving it to Lance's side so, when Lance leans against him again, they're pressed even closer than before. Keith sucks in a sharp breath. Lance resists looking anywhere but straight ahead until he's confident his heart isn't racing.

“Are you okay?" He whispers. Keith hums. 

"I'm good." He brings his arm back around Lance and relaxes ever so slightly. "This is nice, but I have to say you're freezing." 

"Not everyone can be an oven of a human." 

"Oh, am I too hot? I can—" 

"No, no, no." Keith makes to get up but falls back when Lance doesn't budge. Lance blushes, grateful at least that the others are out of earshot. "Uh, you're good, just—" He cranes his neck, stuttering when his nose strokes the underside of Keith's jaw. 

"What?" 

"Do you wanna go to my room?" It surprises even Lance when he blurts it out. Keith blinks, his expression unreadable under the faint glow of the projection, but his eyes are focused on Lance's and it compels him to continue. "It's nothing bad! I just think we should talk, you know?" Keith slowly starts to nod. 

"Okay." 

"Yeah?" Lance sits up, eyes searching Keith where he can. 

"Yeah, let's go." He starts to smile. "You sure you don't want to finish the movie?"

"I've barely been watching." That prompts a laugh and Lance joins in, breathlessly. 

Lance gets up first, pulling at the edges of his shirt. He catches Hunk's eye and bites back a smile. His questioning frown quickly turns into an exaggerated gaping jaw when Keith stands up, too, and they scuttle out of the viewing room before he can ask any questions.

It's surreal, stepping out into the castle during its night shift, like leaving theatres back on Earth and feeling like something had shifted. The door gently whooshes closed behind them but they linger in the hallway. He's rooted to the floor when he turns around and sees Keith, his hair disheveled from the repeated rearrangements on the couch, his incisors peeking past his lip, eyes shimmering under the pulsing lights. Lance lets himself beam and takes a step toward him, unable to look away. 

Before Keith can do or say anything, he offers his hand. Keith chuckles and gladly takes it. 

[rose-milkteaa]

A Ticklish Discovery

Word Amount: 2.1k

Lee/Ler/Switch: Lee!Oliver, Ler!Valentino

Summary: as usual.. Oliver is angry. And with a certain annoying Cupid annoying and bothering him isn’t helping. Though, through a certain discovery… Val has the perfect idea to get the angry demon out of his usual anger.

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Everyone knew to stay out of the demon’s way whenever he was angry. This was nothing new. As soon as they saw the raven haired demon enter the room they’re in, they immediately scrambled out of his way. Sure, there were some people who were fearless and stood up to the angry demon.. though, nothing could stop his anger. It only got him more mad.

This wasn’t new, Shiro, as usual, was reading some kind of book in the living room. He knew about Oliver’s anger and violence, though he didn’t care enough to move out of his way. So, the demon accidentally bumped into the bear, though Oliver growled deeply and put the blame on the emotionless male in front of him, grabbing onto his shirt collar as he stared deeply into his blue eyes.

“Are you fucking BLIND?!” Oliver growled as he glared into Shiro’s blank eyes. The bear just blankly stared at him, probably judging him by the look on his face. “I have glasses.. imbecile.” Shiro stated as his emotionless eyes glared right into Oliver’s teal ones. “I’d say you’re the blind one.” He stated. “Besides… you were the one who bumped into me. You have no right to blame me for your actions or mistakes.”

Oliver growled deeply. “Whatever, freak.” He sneered as he just shoved past the emotionless bear and continued on with his usual anger.

The demon gripped at his long hair in anger, his eyes closed shut as he walked through the hallway. “I swear to fucking god… if one more of those idiots irritate me.. I’m going to absolutely mur—” Oliver stopped mid sentence. He growled once he heared that annoying cheery voice right behind him. He knew immediately who it was following him. He didn’t even have to look behind him. “The hell do you want, Barbie.” He sneered as he eventually looked behind him, glaring at the Cupid that was in his sight of view.

Valentino chuckled as he walked closer to the demon, his hands behind his back as he did. “Aww.. come on, darling…” The pink haired Cupid said as he flashed that bright smile. “No need to be so uptight.” The Cupid taunted as he was now in front of Oliver. “Goodness.. Elisa was right.. you do get angry rather easily.” He chuckled as the demon continued to glare at Valentino.

“Fuck off, Val.” The raven haired male looked even more annoyed. “And back away from my personal space.” He growled. “Whatever you’re planning to do, just forget it.” He finished as he stared deeply into the Cupid’s pink eyes.

The Cupid rolled his eyes before he smirked. “Surely you don’t mean all of that, Oli~.” He chuckled as he lifted up the demon’s head by grabbing onto his chin. “Besides.. why be so angry, huh?” He smiled innocently as he gently and slowly scratched his fingers around Oliver’s chin and neck just to mess with him. “It doesn’t suit you… cheer up a bit.” Valentino chuckled. Though… he didn’t expect for the demon to start giggling.

Valentino tilted his head in confusion as he looked at Oliver, observing his face. He smirked slightly in understanding as he continued to gently scratch his fingers across his neck.

Oliver immediately closed his mouth, though muffled giggles could still be heard from him as he eventually grabbed onto Valentino’s hand and shoved it away. “Don’t touch me!” The demon growled as he glared at Valentino, his face turning a bit red, it was either from anger or maybe embarrassment. You couldn’t tell. Valentino chuckled as his smirk grew.

“..Oh..? Is the ‘big bad’ demon.. ticklish?” Valentino pinned the demon to the wall, his hands on either side of Oliver’s body as to not let him escape. Valentino smirked as his pink eyes stared into Oliver’s teal ones.

Oliver’s face instantly turned pink. He had two options; 1; try to lie and get himself out of this situation… or 2; Admit the truth. Of course he went with the first option.. his pride was too high to be let go.

Oliver growled deeply at the Cupid in front of him. “I’m.. not. That’d be ridiculous.” The demon stated, his face turning red as he just stood there in anticipation.

“You’re not what?” Valentino asked as he eventually rested his hands onto Oliver’s sides. “Be more specific, dearest.” He smirked.

Oliver flinched at the sudden placement of Valentino’s hands. His face turned even more red. “..I’m not tick—” He stopped himself, his face turning a crimson red. He growled as he avoided eye contact with the other, refusing to finish his sentence.

The Cupid tilted his head before chuckling. “Damn… you can’t even say it! How cute.” He smirked as he stared down at the demon, gently tapping onto his sides with his fingers, making the ravenette jolt and whimper in anticipation.

“I can say it! How could you accuse me of something so childish.” Oliver glared at Valentino, though his face was still a bright red and his flinching continuing as Valentino kept up with the gentle tapping. “Alright then.. go on, say it. Say ‘tickle’.” Valentino smirked, his hands still resting on Oliver’s sides, though the Cupid started tracing his fingers around his sides.

Oliver jolted and squeaked, hiding his blushing face into his own shoulder as small giggles slipped from his mouth. “Stahahap!” The demon ordered as he giggled hysterically, grabbing onto Valentino’s hands as an attempt to stop the tracing.

Valentino chuckled as he continued his tracing. “Come on~.. I’m waiting.” He taunted the demon while he continued his little assault.

The ravenette continued giggling hysterically as he desperately tried to get the Cupid’s hands off his sides, of course, Oliver couldn’t say the word.. it was way to flustering for the poor demon.

Oliver shook his head as his giggles got louder whenever Valentino got too close to his ribs. “Ihi cahahan’t! Gehet thehe fuhuck ohoff ohof mehehe!!”

The Cupid rolled his eyes before smirking, immediately darting his hands up to his ribs, rapidly spidering up and down Oliver’s ribs. “Too bad.. I’m having fun.” He chuckled. “Also.. very cute how you can’t say it~ and here I thought you were such a tough little demon.”

Oliver instantly squealed and burst out into hysterical laughter from both the small teasing and the fact that Valentino was spidering up his ribs. “FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!!” The demon said in between laughter, immediately trying to push away the Cupid’s hands from his ribs. “QUIHIHIT IHIHIHIT!!”

The pink haired male laughed along with the demon, his laughter was honestly quite contagious. “Nah… I’m good. And besides, you’re not angry anymore. I think that’s a good sign.” He stated with a small smirk.

“IHI STIHILL AHAM!” Oliver shrieked as he fell onto the ground, Valentino following right after him, continuing to spider up his ribs as he pinned him to the ground. “Bad mistake, love~.” He chuckled as he continued his little assault, quickly scratching at his ribs.

Oliver instantly tried to curl up his body, most likely to protect his ribs from this ticklish assault. He shrieked and continued laughing hysterically, his tail instantly started wagging as he kicked his legs. “VAHAHAL—! IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T!!” He squealed between loud laughter, his fist beginning to pound at the ground.

“You can’t what? Can’t take it~?” Valentino smirked as he stopped spidering his ribs, he leaned down, whispering into Oliver’s ear. “Too bad, dearest~..” He taunted as he walked his fingers up underneath his arms. He smirked as he instantly blew a raspberry into the demon’s neck, his fingers scribbling quickly underneath Oliver’s arms.

Oliver screamed before falling into loud boisterous laughter. He kicked his legs as best as he could, laughing hysterically everytime Valentino blew raspberries into his neck. Sure, it wasn’t a bad spot.. though it still tickled like hell to the poor demon, especially since Valentino was torturing his worst spot, his armpits.

“Awww.. poor little demon can’t take the tickles, can he~?” The Cupid teased as he continued tickling the demon underneath him. “GEHEHEHET— VAHAHAHAL!! STOHOHOHOP!!” Oliver laughed out as his tail started wagging a bit faster now. “Aww.. I bet you enjoy this. You’re tail is wagging an awful lot.” Valentino pointed out with a small smirk.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!! IHIHI DOHOHON’T!!” The demon protested as he immediately tried to stop his tail from wagging. His face turned red as he buried himself into his shoulder in hysterical laughter.

“Tickle tickle tickle~.. kitchy kitchy koo~! Awwww..~ I bet this is unbelievably torturous for you poor thing, isn’t it~?” The pink haired male teased as he smirked, continuing to tickle the shit out of the demon below him.

Oliver had tears in his eyes from the amount of time he’s been laughing hysterically. He desperately tried to push Valentino’s hands away, though he couldn’t since that only gave the Cupid more access to his armpits. He immediately glued his arms to his sides as an attempt to lessen the torturous feeling, though it only made it worse since now Valentino’s hands were “stuck”.

“GEHEHET THEHEHEM OHOHOUT!! IHIHIT— AHAHAHAHAHA!!” Oliver begged as he kept kicking his legs and laughing uncontrollably. He honestly didn’t care about his pride anymore. All he wanted was this torture to stop immediately.

“I can’t get them out! You’ve trapped my hands.” Valentino chuckled, continuing to scribble his fingers into his armpits. “Besides.. I think you like this, considering you haven’t asked me to stop once.. and the fact that your tail has been wagging this entire time.”

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP! JUHUST GEHET THEHEM OHOHOUT! PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Oliver squealed as he continued to laugh hysterically. “IHIHIT’S BAHAHAD!! REHEHEALLY BAHAHAD!” He continued laughing as he eventually gave up fighting the other off of him.

“I bet it is, considering how hard you’re laughing right now.” The Cupid pointed out as he smirked. “Let’s see… I’ll stop… if you say that you’re officially cheered up. If not, I’ll continue to tickle you.. much worse than what I’m doing now.” He stated as he drilled his thumbs into the center of Oliver’s armpits, making him shriek and laugh much more. “Deal?”

Oliver cackled helplessly as he continued to weakly attempt to shove his hands away. Tears of laughter streamed down his bright red face as he laughed hysterically. “OHOHOKAY! OHOKAY! IHIHI’M CHEHEHEERED UHUP! NOHOHOW STOHOHOP!!” He demanded as he laid limp on the ground, laughing hysterically.

Valentino chuckled as he eventually stopped, pulling his hands away from the demon boy below him. He sat there, smirking as he looked down at the demon. “So… did you have fun~?” He smirked as he placed his hands onto the ground next to the demon, staring down at him.

Oliver took a few deep breaths before growling at the Cupid above him, his face still a bright red as he glared at Valentino. “Fuhuck… Fuck you..” he muttered as he continued to glare at the cupid.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Valentino chuckled as he gently ruffled the demon’s hair. Oliver just smacked his hand away in embarrassment as Valentino chuckled and eventually got off of Oliver. “Don’t touch me.” Oliver growled.

Valentino rolled his eyes with a small smirk. “Alright demon boy… I assume you had fun, yes?” He asked as he tilted his head, his hands moving and staying behind his back, his wings also jolting up as a sign of amusement.

Oliver sat up and crossed his arms, looking away from Valentino as his face grew redder. “Fuck off..” He muttered. His hair was a mess from all his squirming, his face was red from the embarrassment of being tickled by an annoying pink haired Cupid, and he looked completely embarrassed and shy instead of his usual angry expressions.

“Awww.. and he’s shy~.” Valentino chuckled as he stared at the demon. “Cute.. well! I’ll leave you to it!” He stated as he started walking away. He stopped. “Oh.. and I’ll definitely do this again sometime.” He smirked as he glanced at the demon. “Ciao!” The Cupid said as he happily went on to whatever he was going to do.

Oliver growled as Valentino was no longer in sight. He got up off the ground, using the wall as support as he stood up. “..I have never been this embarrassed in my entire life..” The demon muttered, looking at where Valentino had just walked away from. He growled, most likely thinking of a way to get the Cupid back.. one day, that’s for sure.

And he was going to stay upon his words.

[kuraikyu]

@digenvez : >:/

" Don't move. "

Saccharine timbre chimes in warning, evoking intrigue upon tip of tongue when bamboo monture of closed paper-fan taps its press, with reminiscent leniency, against Gojo's throat, softly, but like the edge of a knife aiming and capturing internal jugular vein. Just like a vile apparition of an elegant nightmare abusing moment of surprise ... masked individual magnifies prickings of conscience ten fold in the icy familiarity to haunt one of rare responders. Windblown apex of caligraphic brush comes to make its titillate landing upon the Honored One's cheek. A bunch of scattered children running wildly behind and all around them, peeping and calling with determination: punishment! Punishment! It was one of the unnamed rascals who incessantly brought in means of sentencing the moment Satoru stepped further onto the paved road. '' You heard that? The conquerors of this place have strict rules, '' in the meantime of his brief enlightenment about going ons, he starts glamorizing varnish across the margins of his personal prisoner while verbally pin-pointing toward kids, '' whoever wishes to attend ' 灯籠流し, ' Tōrō nagashi from this side of the bank without a mask ... gets punished. By getting face painted without the right to choose stencil. '' Like a story with lots of ink and plenty of air time; six eyes in mosaic cathedrals of misty surrealism scream out piercing laments of anger and grief under the scorching grasp of traitor. Skillfully with unique precision, his hand tightened the remaining coils and with exact veridicality and mirth in his poise, moving sensibly downward complexion then back to its ups, disseminating glittery ink of stricken garnish through delicate garden folds of ivory flesh. Subtly, almost too delicately like if every inch could crack under the heft of his markings, enough for one to relax and fall asleep under such caress. Something that should be rightfully done by him, a pattern of sort. Or? Judging by the ticklish sensation if movements perceived enough -- a symbol? So tense in his posture and bearing his hostage was, until relaxing just finely. Meanwhile, in the land where gods could find sanctuary, crowds of people gathered from all across the country to witness such remarkable extravaganza, a spectacle of true romanticism. To bask in elemental comfort of heart and soul in a glimpse of the eternal, serene divinity; lay prayers into the flickering flames, and send them burning brightly with the river steams in hopes for their wishes to come true. Even better because Geto knew well his old friend would not start a battling ruckus with so many people present. '' A bit up, '' in coincidental pitch of sound, he muttered nearly in a scolding frown because of reflective little vinces upon his countenance, then rekindled brush and cheekbone in unison. Insidious fan pressed some bit in motivation for shiro in blindfold to tilt head back and a little closer to him upward in better angle if appropriate. Like fail-safe brakes for use on steep gradients, there was imperceptible purr to one's satisfaction for such effortless acquiescence had a certain allure that may break like a mirror, sending spinning pieces toward direction of the onlooker. All the meanwhile he would sketch throughout the black expanse of the vessel to bring limitless colors inside him to the surface. Only colors? For Geto knew at certain extent whatever he was capable evoking within the Honored One's heart had nothing to do with purity at all and could be quite the opposite and very destructive; such thought would never cease to amuse him to no ends.

One must not be over-confident or it will be no lasting defeat. Beneath the traditional mask, the Curse user's half-smile still cunning and full of tricks said much the same whilst binding time for idle talk as long as Satoru willed to listen to his account closely. Much was encapsulated in aureate patterns carved into kuro superfice symbolizing harbinger of good harvests, smarts, and prosperity. The creative moment finally comes to the breaking point when a tantalizing tool of tribulation is no longer needed and a child rushes back to re-claim it. But something's amiss, the last detail ... The paper fan retracted, instead a hand clad in fine-drawn blackness sewn for traditional festivities rose to pale features. Thumb finds its way to lower dot and brushes across it, smudging and creating a visual oblique the brush could not. There ...

And he looked once again more contently, " All done. ~ ''

... you're not a prisoner anymore.

But what it was was a mysterious decor coating the right side of his face? Satoru Gojo will figure out only after looking in the mirror.

[sinfvlwishs]

@palidinus whispered: [ kiss ] ryan

»» ──────ஓ๑♚๑ஓ ────── «« ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ shiro had been hiding a lot of pent-up affection for him ever since he broke his wing. understandably so, the other had been treating him with a great deal of sensitivity and care, but now that he was feeling better, it was obvious that he was much more comfortable MESSING with him to a greater degree. even splayed on his back with his shirt riding up to his chest, the attempts to fight off the other's mouth dragging across his ticklish skin were futile, bubbly giggles leaving him as he pushed against the paladin's shoulder. ❝ sh-shiro ... ! wh-what's up with this ... ? ❞

[silverclaw23]

okay I have 2 questions first, besides their laugh or their ticklish level whats your favorite thing about your partner? and 2nd how sharp are your claws?

Shiro: if i had to pick... i guess it would be how he always wants to try and make me feel better... even if his ways are..... ya know.... As for my claws, i try to keep them kinda sharp, to where if i need to use them as weapons i can but dont want to hurt people if it isnt needed

Eden: i love how my sweet melody thinks shes so tough but shes really a sweet little softy~ and i keep my claws rounded, perfect for getting lees!

[kittenwhiskers]

edens gas?

YOOO that's a really really good guess, and close! Eden and Shiro's gas only works to heighten existing sensitivity, I believe, so it wouldn't work on Mercedes since she's not ticklish to begin with.

[welcometoyournewhell]

So after Shiro and Adam reunite, even when sleeping, Shiro has to be like touching Adam. Like he'll be passed out on the couch or so something and Adam will be doing work and suddenly he feels a tug on his shirt. Looking down Shiro's arm is just gently holding the hem of it. Or hell be making dinner cause Shiro can't cook and also distracts him and suddenly he's arched over the counter in hysterics as that damn arm is tickling his neck, ears and tummy. "T-Takashi!" and Shiro just walks in like "Yeah? " and he just kinda smirks and walks behind Adam hugging him. Or during late night cuddles after they put their new space kids to bed Shiro just starts tickling him and Adam can't really get away from the hand, but it doesn't mean he can't retaliate.

[fluffomatic]

OH MY GOSH HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MOST AMAZING PERSON EVER @silverclaw23 ! I'm so glad you decided to message me back then! You're an amazing friend and you're always giving me inspiration and support! Thank you so much for being in my life bestie!

Hope you enjoy a pic of your boy getting absolutely destroyed by Eden and Me!

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

[petalsbloomed-a]

✮*•̩̩͙✧•̩̩͙*˚✧*˚     ...He might join Keith on his little “mission.”

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Beach Rules

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

„Is that…“

„No, it can’t be!!“

„Oh, but, but… guys, it’s…“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He suddenly knew exactly what he had to do.

„Keith..“

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

„I know what we have to do!“

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

„Don’t drop me!!!“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!!“

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

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

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

„SHHIHIIHRO NOHOOO PLEEEHEHEHEASE!!“

„I won’t stop until you let go!!“

„BUT THEN YOU’LL DROOHOHOP MEE!!“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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