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intheticklecloset · 3 years

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My Hero Academia Sentence Starters #91-100

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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91) Lee Momo, Ler Todoroki

“Eeek!”

Todoroki stopped mid-step to look at Momo with concern, frowning. “Did I hurt you?”

“N-No, sorry, just…” She blushed and averted her gaze, still with both hands on his shoulders. “I’m a little…ticklish there.”

He blinked. One of his hands was placed at the small of her back, the other between her shoulders. They’d been slow dancing in his bedroom after quiet hours, finding all the little moments they could to be together. Todoroki’s lips twitched up in a small smirk. “Ticklish? Where, exactly?”

Momo suddenly looked flustered – a cute look on her, he decided. She tried to wiggle away from him, but he only held her tighter, refusing to let this opportunity go by so easily. “N-Nowhere. Let me go—”

“Was it here?” he asked, pressing his fingers into the space between her shoulder blades. Though she struggled, she didn’t seem to react much. He then did the same with the fingers at the small of her back. “Or here?”

This time Momo squeaked again, arching into him with a tiny giggle. “Don’t, please—”

“Really? There?” he teased, doing it again, allowing her to squirm away and think that she’d escaped just before grabbing her around the waist and tackling her to his bed, digging his fingers gently into her sides and belly. “What about here? Are you ticklish everywhere?”

“Shohohohotohohoho!” she squealed, giggling in his grasp. “Nohohohohoho! Ehehehehehehehe!”

“I never knew you were ticklish, Momo.” He smirked, continuing to gently tickle her until she was pink in the face. Finally he let up on his soft attack, allowing her to catch her breath. “You’re cute when you’re all helpless like that.”

“Shut up!” she laughed, grabbing his pillow and smacking him in the face with it. “Jerk.”

“Ohoho~” he ripped the pillow from her hands and grinned wickedly down at her, going for her ribs and underarms this time. Once again her musical laughter filled the air. “You’re going to regret that, my dear.”

92) Lee Aoyama, Ler Bakugou

“It’s too far!” Aoyama whined, crumbling to the ground in a dramatic heap of defeat.

Bakugou – who happened to be jogging next to him at the time – stopped dead in his tracks and glared at his fellow blonde. “Seriously? Man up, sparkles!”

“I can’t make it! I’m not built for long-distance sprints like this!”

“Get your butt off the ground now or I’ll make you get up!”

Aoyama eyed him. “Since when do you care whether your classmates do well in their training?”

Bakugou bristled, let out a huffing sigh, and reached down to grab Aoyama’s arm and pull him roughly back to his feet. “Let’s go, idiot.”

“Unhand me,” Aoyama demanded, trying to wrench himself free. “Leave me behind! It’ll only be better for you, you know.”

“Oh, shut up, already!” Bakugou yelled, grabbing Aoyama around the waist with the intention to hoist him over his shoulder and carry him the rest of the way. But when the sparkly blonde let out a shriek and a few giggles, the atomic teen smirked wickedly and continued squeezing up and down his sides and hips, drawing surprised, uncontrollable snickers from his classmate. “Heh. You know, maybe this will work even better, giggles.”

“S-Stohohohohop! Unhahahahahand me!”

“What are you, a villain? Nobody uses the word ‘unhand’ in everyday life. Get with the times, you moron.”

“Bahahahahakugou, plehehehehease! Stohohohohohop!” Aoyama squealed, squirming and kicking to no avail. “Lehehehehet me go!”

“You gonna finish this sprint?”

“I cahahahahahan’t!”

Bakugou suddenly let up, then raised his wiggling fingers into Aoyama’s field of vision. “What if you had a tickle monster chasing you the entire way?”

Aoyama’s eyes went wide and he yelped, taking off with renewed energy as a laughing, teasing Bakugou chased after him, fingers wiggling all the way to the finish line.

93) Lee Todoroki, Ler Hawks

“Hey, cheer up, kid,” Hawks teased easily, brushing one of his wings against Todoroki’s neck and ears, making the younger boy squeak and stumble back, eyes sharp and wide. “Don’t look so glum. It doesn’t suit you.”

Todoroki just stared at him.

Hawks shrugged. “What? Tokoyami informs me that you and your friends tickle each other all the time, and that you especially are really sensitive. He wasn’t lying, was he?”

Todoroki’s face flushed red. “No, but…”

“Then cheer up.” Hawks used his feathers to brush along his neck again, and when the half-and-half hero twisted out of the way again, Hawks darted forward to grab his sides and squeeze.

“Gah! Nohohohohohoho!” Todoroki couldn’t help the flood of giggles that poured from him, bright and bubbly despite how embarrassed he was. “Hahahahahahawks!”

“Feeling better yet?”

“I’m gohohohohohoing to k-kihihihihihill him!”

“Who? Not your father, I hope.”

“No! T-Tohohohokoyahahahami!” Todoroki arched his back when Hawks found his underarms, bursting into loud laughter. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Well, I can’t have you doing that. He’s a valuable asset to me,” Hawks teased. “Promise you won’t kill him, okay?”

“FIHIHIHIHIHINE I WOHOHOHON’T!! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Hawks let him go, smiling as Todoroki caught his breath, still shaking and giggling a little bit. He chuckled. “Don’t kill Tokoyami. But if you feel like tickling him to near death for ratting you out, I would completely understand.”

Todoroki chuckled, then grew serious. “Does…does my father know about this?”

“What? That you’re ticklish?”

“No, that…that my friends and I…”

Hawks caught on right away and softened. “Nah. I haven’t told him, and I don’t plan to. You’re good, kid.”

Todoroki breathed a sigh of relief, blushing and smiling despite himself. “Thank you.”

94) Lee Bakugou, Lers Kirishima and Shoji

“STOP!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Bakugou screamed through his laughter, kicking and struggling against his attackers, going nowhere fast. The fact that he couldn’t touch the ground with his feet was definitely not helping him feel any better about this situation.

Shoji held him up off the floor with one pair of arms, using another pair to tickle his ribs while Kirishima – that traitor – tickled his belly and hips, grinning all the while. “Aww, is our little thief a little ticklish?”

“I’M NOHOHOHOHOT A THIEHEHEHEHEF, YOU JEHEHEHEHEHERK!!” Bakugou snapped as best he could manage, twisting when Shoji got a little too close to his weak spot. “IT WAHAHAHAHAHASN’T YOHOHOHOHOHOURS!!”

“Uh, it was mine,” Kiri argued, grabbing his thigh, pressing in deep, making him shriek. “Who else in this dorm would have purposefully bought a banana crème protein shake?”

“Bakugou, apparently,” Shoji replied.

“Yeah, apparently.”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! WRIHIHIHIHIHITE YOUR NAHAHAHAHAME ON IT IF YOU DOHOHOHOHOHON’T WANT ME TO DRIHIHIHIHIHINK IT!!”

“Don’t drink it when you know it’s obviously mine!” Kiri shot back, but he was smiling. Playing with Bakugou this way was always a lot of fun. “Since I can’t get it back now, you’ll have to make up the price I paid for it in tickle torture. Deal with it, Baku-bro.”

At that moment Shoji switched tactics and went for his underarms, digging and scraping like he was mining for gold, making the angry blonde toss his head back and let out a shriek of laughter, followed by even more kicking. Kirishima took the opportunity to slide up to his ribs so both of his worst spots were being tickled at once.

“NONONO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Bakugou finally begged, laughing so hard tears sprang to his eyes. “KIRISHIMA, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

But Kiri just smiled and shook his head. “Sorry, bud, but I’d say you’re only halfway through paying me back for stealing my drink. You’ll just have to take a little more to make up the difference~”

95) Lee Bakugou, Lers Deku and Todoroki

“Aw, what’s the matter, Kacchan?” Deku teased into the blonde’s ear, fingers digging into his side. “A little ticklish?”

Bakugou growled around his giggles. “Shuhuhuhut up.”

“Big, bad Bakugou can’t take being teased when it’s his turn to giggle his cares away,” Todoroki added, grinning, tickling his ribs on the other side. Both he and Deku held one of Bakugou’s wrists around their necks to keep him from bringing his arms down protectively. “Can you, little Katsuki? Hmm? Can’t take a little tickly teasing, huh?”

“Shuhuhuhuhut up!” Bakugou tried to snap, though it came out as more of a whine. He squirmed between both of his boyfriends, giggling uncontrollably and blushing down to his neck. It was true he couldn’t stand being teased, but he had to admit, being given so much unabashed attention from both of his partners made him feel really good. “S-Stuhuhuhupid extras…”

“What did you just call us?” Deku gasped dramatically, sliding up to his ribs and digging in harder. “I know you didn’t just call us extras!”

Bakugou jerked sharply, a bark of laughter escaping him at the sudden harsher tickles. “Gah! Y-Yeah, I cahahahahahalled you extras – whahahahat are you gohohohohonna do about it?”

Todoroki hummed, scratching his fingers in his underarm. “Do you really want to know, babe?”

Bakugou whined on purpose this time but stayed resolved despite knowing he’d regret it in about five seconds. “I’m nohohohohohot afrahahahahaid of you lohohohohosers!”

Deku tsked. “So much name calling today. What should we do about it, Sho?”

“Hmm…” Todoroki pretended to think about it, then quickly shot his hand down the space between Bakugou’s ribs and underarm. Deku followed his lead, and suddenly the blonde threw his head back and laughed openly, not even bothering to try and hide how badly this spot tickled him as he thrashed in their holds.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAIT, WAIT!! NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” he begged.

Todoroki chuckled, sharing a smile with Deku. “Oh, but Katsuki…you did ask for this, after all~”

96) Lee Kirishima, Ler Bakugou

Wham! The pillow smacked into Bakugou from behind, making him whirl around and glare at his redheaded boyfriend.

“Do you want to die?” he growled.

Kiri flashed him a boyish grin. “Fight me, bruh.”

Bakugou groaned. “You did not just say ‘bruh.’”

“I did.” Kiri giggled, smacking him in the shoulder with his pillow. “What are you gonna do about it? Come on, fight me!”

Bakugou scanned the bed for another pillow, but the closest one was positioned behind Kiri, and he had a feeling the redhead knew that. Instead, he grinned wickedly and started wrestling to claim possession of the pillow, determined to take it and whack it right in Kiri’s stupidly cute face.

After several long moments and failed attempts to grab the pillow, Bakugou let out a grunt of frustration and grabbed Kiri’s ankle instead, scribbling his fingers over the bare sole. “Give me that pillow.”

“Eeeeek! Nahahahahahahaha!” Kiri squealed, immediately bursting into giggles, trying to wrench his foot away. When that failed and he attempted kicking Bakugou with his free foot, his boyfriend quickly took both feet captive and dragged his nails up and down the arches, making Kiri lose composure quickly as he flopped back onto the mattress and laughed helplessly. “Kahahahahahats!”

“Hand over the pillow or suffer the consequences,” Bakugou demanded, voice playful as he grinned at his partner. “I’m taking no prisoners today.”

Kirishima only gripped the pillow harder and clutched it to his chest. “Ohohohohover my dehehehehead bohohohohody!”

“Oh, really, now?” Bakugou smirked lazily at him, quickly flipping him over so he was on his stomach and therefore more helpless than before. He straddled his ankles and went to work digging and scratching and raking all over Kirishima’s bare soles, making his boyfriend screech with laughter, already pounding the bed from how ticklish it was. “I’m sure that can be arranged, my love~”

97) Lee Kaminari, Lers Bakugou and Kirishima

Zap.

“Knock it off, dunce,” Bakugou snapped, shoving Denki into Kirishima’s lap, glaring at the TV screen. The three of them were watching an anime together, but Denki seemed determined to be a distraction. “I’m trying to watch.”

A moment passed. Zap.

This time it was Kirishima who let out a squeak and jolted to the side with a giggle. “Seriously, bro, quit it! We’re trying to watch our show.”

Denki smirked, waited a bit longer this time, then grabbed both of their sides at once and used his tickle-shocks to make them both screech out a laugh and squirm away from him.

Bakugou was the first to recover, glaring at his fellow blonde. “You’re asking for it, idiot.”

Kiri chuckled. “No, man – I think he’s asked for it.”

Denki was unaware of the exchange happening between the two until it was too late. In the next moment he suddenly had both of his arms pinned to the couch cushions on either side of him, Bakugou and Kiri leaning on him as if settling in to watch their show more comfortably, all while tickling his exposed sides.

“Eeee! Nahahahahahahaha! Guys!” Denki squealed, struggling but going nowhere fast. He bucked and kicked his feet, but they never let up, and he could never get away from the gentle but persistent tickles. “Plehehehehehease!”

“Do you hear something, Kiri?” Bakugou asked, never taking his eyes from the screen.

“I think it’s just some static in the background. Old TV set, you know?” Kiri played along, grinning wickedly.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Oh, well. We’ll just have to get used to it.”

“I suppose so.”

Denki was laughing for a long, long time.

98) Lee Momo, Lers Jirou and Todoroki

Momo was totally adorable when she was being tickled. Todoroki smiled fondly down at her as he gently sat on her arms, pinning them above her head to get at her armpits while their girlfriend Jirou scribbled lightly at her stomach and sides.

He had to admit, when Momo had asked if he’d be willing to be in a poly relationship with the punk rock girl, he’d been a little uncertain. He liked her well enough, sure, but he’d never thought of her that way…at least, not until he’d gotten to know her a little better. Now he considered himself incredibly lucky to have two amazing girlfriends.

He was even luckier that Jirou was just as much of a tickle monster as he was, and that Momo never seemed to mind being the victim of their constant attacks.

Right now she lay squirming and giggling on the ground, her cheeks pink and smile wide as her body reacted on instinct more than anything, trying to get away from the agonizing yet playful ticklish touches both of her partners were inflicting on her.

“Coochie coo, little Momo~” Jirou teased with much more ease than Todoroki could ever seem to manage; when he was the one being ganged up on he always melted at her words within seconds. He constantly marveled at how Momo seemed able to handle it. “Aw, does this tickle? Are you a little ticklish, babe?”

“Ehehehehehehehe!” Momo squealed, digging her heels into the carpeted floor. “Plehehehehehehease!”

“Oh? You want more?” Jirou looked up at Todoroki and winked, and he felt his heart flutter at the simple teasing action. “I’m sure that can be arranged, can’t it, Sho?”

Todoroki blushed but smiled and nodded all the same, tickling along with his one girlfriend while resolving to reduce his other girlfriend into a puddle of helpless cackles. “Definitely.”

99) Lee Deku, Ler Mina

“Your dance moves seem to be improving, but you’re still much too stiff,” Mina observed Deku with a hand to her chin, humming thoughtfully. “You’ve got to loosen up, Midoriya.”

Deku caught his breath after performing part of the dance he was learning for Mina, having asked her for some pointers. “I don’t know how,” he admitted. “I get so focused on learning the moves and doing them exactly that I tense up without realizing it. I can’t seem to relax.”

“You don’t have to do the moves exactly right,” Mina encouraged. “It’s good to know how to do them, sure, but dance is about self-expression! You should add your own flare to it, too.”

“I…I don’t know how.”

“Hmm…okay, how about this?” Mina fussed with the iPod they were playing the music from. “Start from the top, and I’ll jump in now and then to help you loosen up and add your own moves to the mix. Sound good?”

Deku nodded. “Sure! Thanks, Mina.”

“Of course! Now show me your stuff!”

Once again the music started, and Deku began dancing. To his credit, he had the moves down pretty well at this point. But there were definitely moments when Mina could tell he was focusing a little too hard. That’s when she stepped forward, pinching his sides gently to make him break form on purpose.

“Eeep!” Deku squealed, whirling on her. “W-What was that—”

“Keep dancing!” she instructed, smiling. After a moment he did as he was told, and about a minute later, she scribbled her fingers along his back to make him arch forward and break his step pattern again.

“Mihihina!” he whined, turning to look at her with a blush on his cheeks. “Why are you doing that?”

“It loosens you up, doesn’t it?” She winked. “Makes you do the dance a little differently than scripted, right?”

“W-Well…yeah, but…”

“Then consider it training.” Mina wiggled her fingers in his vision, and this time just the threat of more tickles made him twist away as he danced, creating his own flare even without being touched. “You’ll be dancing like a star in no time!”

100) Lee Todoroki, Ler Bakugou

“Stop squirming, I’m only holding you,” Bakugou grunted for what felt like the hundredth time after he shifted position and made Todoroki squeak and shift as well. They were cuddled on the couch, Todoroki on top of his blonde boyfriend while a movie they’d both seen several times before played almost soundlessly in the background. They mostly were just enjoying each other’s company.

“You keep tickling me,” Todoroki huffed, settling in once more. “I can’t help it.”

“You’re ridiculously ticklish, icy-hot.”

“Thank you for stating the obvious, hothead.”

Bakugou chuckled, tightening his grip on Todoroki’s waist, and suddenly the peppermint-colored boy’s heart skipped a beat. He could feel the wicked mischief radiating from his boyfriend, even if he couldn’t see his face.

“Are you really getting sassy with me right now?” Bakugou curled his fingers inward, purposely digging into his boyfriend’s sides. “That’s rather bold of you, don’t you think?”

“W-Wahahahahait,” Todoroki pleaded, already helpless with giggles. “I’m sohohohohorry!”

“Oh, you will be.” Bakugou moved so fast his boyfriend had no chance to adjust and recover. Soon Todoroki was lying on his stomach on the couch, his face pressed awkwardly into the armrest while the blonde sat on his calves to pin him down, slowly peeling off his socks.

Todoroki shrieked in excited terror, trying to roll over or buck or kick or something, but it was all useless and he knew it. His only hope now was to beg for mercy. “Nonono, please not there – not my feet, please, Kats – plehehehehehease! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Bakugou scribbled relentlessly over his bare soles, focusing on his arches, which always made him scream with laughter. “I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all this racket. Quiet down, icy-hot! I’m trying to watch a movie here!”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, NOHOHOHOHOHO!! I’M SORRY, I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!! KAHAHAHAHAHTSUKI!!”

Bakugou laughed along with his boyfriend, enjoying their time together immensely. He knew Todoroki was enjoying it, too. “You’re just so astonishingly ticklish, babe. How can I resist making you laugh a little more?”

#fanfiction #tickle drabbles #compilation #quick prompts #coffee shots #sentence starters #boku no hero #my hero academia #bnha #mha

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dumb-but-also-red · 3 years

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👏it's👏Autobot 👏Starscream 👏time 👏

This is gonna be long so prepare yourselves.

Headcanon: since he's a seeker, he's gonna want to form a trine. But there are no fliers in Team Prime, so he will be lonely. He accepts that and pretends to be okay with it.

If he hangs out with Fowler, he's gonna have access to the hangar, and if he is left unsupervised near the hangar he probably would try to chat with the human made jets whenever he can. What if there's a cybertronian among them? No one knows.

He would 100% perch on Magnus' shoulders. The larger mech is annoyed with the new recruit, but lets him do it since he knows a bit about what the seeker had to suffer from Megatron's unfiltered rage. Magnus is there to lead the wreckers, as Optimus' second in command, not a torturer to further traumatize his soldiers.

He would probably ask Ratchet if he has some spare paint laying around. This version of Starscream wants some bright colors on his frame, something flashy but also fashionable. He doesn't like how his factory made frame looks, it's so dull and lifeless.

(you can disagree with me on this but idc man he'd be cute as shit in G1 colors)

He most definitely would LOVE to get his wings rubbed or gently scratched. He never allowed anyone near them before, so maybe the first few times he's a little scared to let others touch him where he can't reach.

He purrs in his sleep. Loudly. Starscream doesn't really see the connection between himself and the earth animal called a cat, there's no physical similarities, but the humans insist he's a big flying cat.

He loves headpats and being praised. Call him a good boy and his spark will radiate with happiness.

He is really ticklish. Ratchet is the only one who knows this.

He is afraid of medical examinations of any kind.

He is very claustrophobic. Put him in a small space and he'll start shaking like a leaf in the wind. Whenever they have to leave the base and he has to get into Optimus' trailer, he tries to make excuses and not sit in the tight, dimly lighted box. The kids put some more lights and a lot of soft blankets in the trailer to make him a bit more comfortable.

Starscream isn't afraid of showing his emotional weaknesses anymore. The feeling of belonging came with the comfort of being able to cry and hug people openly. The first time he hid and cried at the base because all of the pressure, Miko just sniffed him out like a bloodhound and hugged him like he wasn't the one threatening to kill her a few months ago.

He would die for the humans. They're so nice to him after all he has done, and they even offer their limited time to just talk about what he's thinking or feeling. No one has ever done that for him, so he obviously wasn't expecting that. Especially from organic creatures who's lifespan is over in a blink of an optic.

Raf made him play a video game once, and now he can't just stop it. It's so much fun to play, some of them are like battle simulators, some are racing games, but they're all very amusing.

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I'm so very sorry for blabbing about my headcanons on Mr. "imma overthrow Megs" Starscream I just had to do this or my brain wouldn't let me relax

#transformers #transformers prime #tfp starscream #autobot starscream #headcanon #shut up its my imagination #i know he wouldnt do any of this #also Miko would make sure to tell him about his legs

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batwritings · 3 years

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You know have some ticking imagines with schaltt and philza!

Schaltt(ears)

You was cuddling your grumpy boyfriend schlatt most of had a bad day today as when he got home he just wrapped his arms around your waist burrying his face behinf your hair angry mumbling something so now you two was snuggling on the couch you went to run your fingers through his hair.

You must have moved your hand the wrong way because when your fingers brushed against his ears he heated up slapping your hands away bot enough to hurt but just to get them away you tilted your head confused.

Then it hit you! He wqs ticklish a grin on your face which made him confused "what the fuck are you grinning a-!!"his words got cut off by his face heating up laughing as you started to tickle the inside of his ears.

You giggled seeing your usually tough ass of a boyfriend laugh after awhile you stopped he cleared his throat embarrassed "tell anyone I'll kill you!"

Philza(wings)

Philza was working on planning to head out with technoblade tomorrow packing things for the morning you wanted to check up on him hugging him behind he jumped slightly then smiled softly "hey angel"he said softly "hey love!"you replied "is there something you need?"he asked "you said your wings was sensitive correct?"you stated.

He knew you was planning on something he could tell "yeah why?"he made the stupidest mistake saying yes suddenly your fingers attached to his wings tickling them he started to try to stifle laughter you see being a father he delt with the boys tickling him to mess with him he tried to get his wings away from your fingers but failed when he finally did get them away he turned to you"this isn't my Frist tickle fight" suddenly you knew you messed up running out giggling packing could wait he ran after you laughing "get back here!"

(Let me know if i should do anyone else!)

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aaaaaa noooo these are so cute!!!! I love the idea of big touch Schlatt just being reduced to a fit of giggles because of his fuzz ram ears.

And Phil...ooh that's a dangerous game to play. He's raised several kids, he knows how tickle fights go. >w>

#bat writes #anon response #🐌anon

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coldsoupbowl-blog · 3 years

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For The Sake Of Better Times (Ler Hawks/Lee Dabi)

This has been a long time coming bruh. Hope you like it Eevee my heart and soul was poured into this. Love you and everything that you do <3

When you see big bad villains on TV or on the big screen, you usually see them in the midst of an incredible battle. Guns blaring, fiery explosions, big declarations of their victory over the hero. All of these big productions of turning the world into something that fits their own worldview, even if that worldview is broken and demented. One often wonders what's going on behind the mind of someone who has that worldview; one who sees a perfectly fine place as disgusting and corrupt. Because they've been through the disgusting and corrupt, and they know that not everyone's glass walls have been shattered as theirs has. The big explosions and wide killing sprees and wild maniacal laughter of a textbook villain is nothing compared to the wild currents blurring their mind and storming their heart.

The League of Villains, a villain organization made up of powerful quirk abusers and double agents had no current agenda as of today. Most of the patrons that made up the alliance were residing in their hideout, a hollowed-out building that was restored to resemble a bar service. One of the villains that participated in the League, Dabi, occupied a bar stool and watched the latest news intently from the flat screen in the corner of the room.

A new interrogation method against villains was being proposed by the Hero Commission, the spokesperson reported, an interrogation method that would take a sensitivity-heightening quirk and develop it into a mass-produced serum. This serum, once administered, would take the subjects five senses and heighten them to make nearly any stimuli incredibly uncomfortable. Using this, tools and extra manpower would be unnecessary seeing as how the subject would be sensitive to almost anything that would be thrown at them.

Dabi rolled his lidded eyes at this. What a pathetic way of saying that the Hero Commission couldn't handle the enemies as they came, they had to power them down as well as they could to get the upper hand. Taking advantage of the villain's five senses just for interrogation purposes seemed inhumane. Another patron to the League of Villains, Himiko Toga, didn't have the same reaction to this news, however.

"Ehehehee!~ Doesn't that sound so thrilling, Dabi-Kun? Being unable to resist anything the interrogators decide to do to your unwilling body, whether you liked it or not? What if the interrogator is cute, all of your forced reactions will be the product of their actions against you! Ooooh, my heart is pounding!~" Toga smiled dreamily and twirled around like a princess, although Dabi didn't know any princesses who wielded knives with dried blood crusted over the blade. Toga threw herself onto Dabi's shoulders and pinched the spikes that his onyx hair naturally made when it was tousled like this.

"Say you agree with me, Dabi-Kun~ We can be freaks together!" Toga's voice dropped to a seductive mutter in Dabi's ear, but this had no effect on him. The villain wasn't attracted to girls like Toga, or girls of any nature, now that he was finding out. He was about to reply, surprisingly, before he felt a finger slide down his side. He felt the pressure end at the top of his hip, but to this, he only gazed at Toga's hand to make sure the blonde villain didn't pull anything. Toga visibly pouted when the male villain didn't give her the reaction she wanted.

"Dabi-Kun! You're not ticklish? Why nooot? No tickles for big bad Blueflame?" Toga's fingers started to wriggle over Dabi's left side, but he simply watched. Watching the fingers slide over his cotton shirt made a memory flashbang in his mind, but the vision soon slid away once he thought about it. The bored villain slapped away his partner's hand and signaled the barkeep, Kurogiri, for a drink.

"I don't have time for kid games like those." He said simply. This caught the attention of a certain personality in the room, a personality that not everyone was excited to see, but his presence was necessary nevertheless. The number two hero on the Pro Hero Charts, Keigo Takami, or Hawks, peered up above the couch he was seated on to get a glimpse of the onyx villain. The double agent's amber eyes shone in the dim lighting as something that the villain said piqued his interest.

"Oh boo. You and Shiggy-Kun aren't ticklish like I want you to be. This place would be so much cuter if you were! Maybe I can steal a few of those serums from the Hero Commission and turn you into my little-" Toga daydreamed out loud, but a swooshing sound interrupted behind her, like a pile of feathers were thrown onto a chair. In a sense, they were. The double agent Hawks had selected a barstool to sit in next to Dabi, which Dabi groaned at. Hawks gave Toga a warm smile despite their different lines of profession.

"Himiko, Shig-Man needs to see ya in his office. Said it was urgent, and you know he hates to wait. Maybe he overheard your serum idea and wants to play a prank on Twice." At this, Toga swooned and gave a girlish squeal of excitement.

"Oh, how exciting! I already know the table I want to strap him into!~" The blonde villain skipped out of the room, humming a sweet song despite her knife scraping up the plaster on the walls as she ran past. Hawks watched her leave and shook his head, turning back to see Kurogiri handing Dabi his drink.

"So, Staples, when you say that you don't have time for certain kid games, what exactly are those kid games? Are you saying that you played different games when you were a kid?" Dabi threw the conniving man a sideways glance as he finished the sip of his darkly colored drink.

"Staples? The hell kinda name is that? It's Dabi, and nothing more. Secondly, you don't get to know the kid games I played when I was younger. Because I didn't play any of them." Dabi's tone was quiet but forceful. Sometimes that was scarier than being loud and upfront. Hawks, or Keigo, drummed his fingers over the wooden barkeep. Dabi's response didn't scare him, not this time anyway; it riled him up. His crimson wings were puffed up and clearly agitated like an upset bird.

"So what did you do over the course of your childhood then? You didn't pop up in the gutter at 24 years old and just start blowing shit up." Keigo was needling for something; he didn't know what it was exactly, he just wanted to get any indication that Dabi had been happy at least once in his life. Maybe happy with a childhood friend-

"Let it alone before I turn you into a burnt chicken wing," Dabi growled and shoved his barstool back to stalk out of the room. Kurogiri watched silently. Keigo's left leg bounced as he thought up an idea to look inside Dabi's past. There was something that the blonde hero was looking for, and maybe with enough pressure, Dabi would give it up. Keigo sniffed and looked up to the television, the Pro Hero Eraserhead speaking on the panel about the developments of the sensitivity-heightening serum.

"-serum is now being trial-tested against our own strongest participants. This project will put an end to cruel and unusual interrogation methods. The Hero Commission recognizes that these villains are wicked, yes, but they still deserve to be treated with a level of dignity and respect that these new developing methods will offer. Thank you very much for your time." The tired hero stood from his chair and bowed towards the reporters who were all asking their questions at once. Keigo's wings suddenly perked up with an incredible idea.

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"Yeah, Shig said he wanted us in the conference room. Something about this sensitivity-heightening serum has him rubbed the wrong way." Keigo relayed onto Dabi, who was walking right next to the conniving hero. The hero's heart was racing. Two days after the incident at the bar, the number two hero had pulled some strings with the scientists creating the serum and had them form it into a gas. He had them make it under confidential means. It was the chloroform gas that was the hard part to set up-

"Whatever it is, let's get done with it. I got shit to do." So short and to the point with him. Keigo was jealous of Dabi's straightforward demeanor. Alright, the room was almost here. Just a little bit further before Dabi realized that they were needed in the conference room that was on the other side of the building.

The golden double agent and the onyx villain walked into a decontamination hallway, the doors on either side locking and bolting shut. Dabi looked visibly confused before it was replaced with his usual bored expression. The villain turned to the hero for an explanation. Keigo shrugged nonchalantly.

"You know the boss. Every precaution is not nearly enough..." Dabi had turned his back on the hero as he narrowed his eyes towards the chambers that held the decontaminating spray. There were black nozzles screwed onto the chambers that hadn't been there before. Dabi's cyan eyes flew open as a thin vapor began to seep into the chamber. Keigo had just clamped a mask over his own mouth and nose as Dabi was already losing consciousness, his knees striking the floor and his hands sending out small defensive flames. Keigo relished a quick moment of pride as he watched the hardened villain choke on the powerful gas, his head already rolling to the side in defeat.

The hero knelt down beside Dabi and held his cheek; the insane murderer looking almost innocent in his peaceful rest. "Poor Dabi. You'll realize soon enough that I'm doing you a favor. You and I both need to find out what happened to Touya Todoroki.."

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The room was cold, freezing even, as if the cold air were needles sticking into his skin. He was too aware of his surroundings even with his eyes closed; the biting leather strapped over his arms and legs, his soft cotton shirt now a lead weight on his chest, his soft aerodynamic hair now a dense mat on his forehead. It was incredibly bizarre and uncomfortable; it was like he was feeling everything all at once. And not just feeling; The dim lights in the room were bright enough to him that they stabbed into his shut eyes, he could taste the acrid gas that had knocked him out on his tongue despite it being hours since that had happened, the low buzzing of the generator outside of this holding cell was a high enough frequency to give him a headache. The skin stitched between his scarred skin and pale skin were like live wires sparking against his nerves.

"Sensory overload, must be absolute hell. I can't imagine what it must feel like. Then again I'm not really interested in finding out. Oh, and don't try to get yourself out with your flames. Not only will it hurt like hell against your sensitive skin, but your quirk has been canceled out anyway. I totally didn't have some guests over while you were konked to help me set this up...and take pictures of you." The voice that was speaking to Dabi sounded like he was fighting back a laugh. It was also damn loud and obnoxious, more so than with this sensitivity-heightening serum coursing through his veins.

Dabi's lidded eyes opened with a furiousness in his pupils so honest that Keigo swallowed nervously. Dabi had his arms strapped outward on either side of him, his palms face up and clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Leather straps were pulled tight over his biceps, forearms, and wrists. A belt laid dangling by the side of the table in case his midsection needed restraint, and his legs were held down at his thighs, above his knees and his ankles. Keigo couldn't help but look him over a few times; the villain looked like he was made just to be on this table and in these restraints.

"Let. Me. Out. Before I set your skeleton on fire." Dabi growled, and pulled on the restraints. They were tight and unforgiving, no wiggling room here. Whatever was in that serum also made sure to sap him of his strength; the once strong villain felt as if he were made of liquid. Keigo shook his head and tsked, walking over to place a hand on Dabi's belly. The hero's light hand felt like a five-pound weight on the sensitive villain. Dabi watched the hero's every move, although it didn't feel like nearly enough to prepare him for what was to come.

"Tsk tsk, little blueflame. You really think I'd set you free after everything I've done to get you here? Not to mention," Keigo's luminous golden eyes looked up to Dabi's cyan ones, a hardened seriousness in the pupils, "that you're a convicted child abductor." Keigo removed his hand from Dabi's chest, and Dabi took in a deep breath once Keigo had looked away. The villain felt as if a weight had been removed from his chest. This serum was horribly effective; it almost made him sick.

Keigo turned back to Dabi and cracked his knuckles. Dabi started to sweat; he had no idea just how elevated his nerve endings were and how they would receive everything, but he felt like all of his nerves were standing on the edge of his skin, just underneath the surface. Despite his anxiety, Dabi cleared his throat and shook his head.

"I'm no child abductor. That brat from UA was Shigaraki's project. I knew the kid was bad news from the start." His voice came out evenly, thank God. But this didn't convince Hawks. Keigo walked back over to Dabi and inspected his restraints. The fun must be about to start, Dabi involuntarily thought in his head. He took choppy breathes, wondering what torture would be first on the docket.

"Nah ah ah, not Bakugou. I'm talking about Touya Todoroki. He's been missing for about 10 years now. He came from a loving family with siblings and friends alike...but he suddenly disappeared. And you were the last one to have been seen around him." Dabi's heart flipped at the name. He didn't know why, he's never heard the name before. But something settled in his stomach like a fluttering of butterfly wings. Keigo placed his hands flat on the table on either side of Dabi, the warmth of his skin was even felt against Dabi's hypersensitive nerves.

"You're gonna tell me what you did to Touya Todoroki, even if I have to force you." Dabi looked at Keigo like he was a crazy person. He's never taken a kid named Touya, but his body felt like it remembered the name even if his brain didn't. Dabi cleared his throat and hardened himself before looking back up at Keigo.

"Whatever you do won't get the truth. You have the wrong guy, and even if I did have any idea what you're talking about, I wouldn't give you shit." Keigo chuckled darkly at this and set his bare fingers up to Dabi's triceps and traced along the muscled lines in his skin. Keigo hardened his own expression, flat gold disks looking into even blue plains, and smirked at Dabi's immediate reaction. The villain had twitched and jolted in his chair, his fists balling up and his muscles flexing underneath the leather straps.

"We'll see about that. Oh-ho-ho, we'll see." The blonde hero kept his smirk on his face as Dabi tried to worm away from the alien sensations; Keigo lightly tracing his fingers underneath the villain's twitching arms. Dabi hasn't felt a sensation this light in years; he's completely forgotten anything could feel so gentle and tingly.

"Ya know Stitches, this sensitivity-heightening quirk caught my eye for a reason. The scientists who developed it reported that nerves the subject thought had gone dormant years ago were suddenly reawakened, like the kindles of a dying fire bursting into bright flames in a split second." Dabi's fingers knuckled, his breath hitching as Keigo's fingers skittered nearest to his open armpits, but scuttled back at the last second. Dabi shuddered and let out his breath silently. Keigo however, soaked in every delicious reaction with a sadistic hunger.

"At first I thought, "There's no way hardened lowlife criminals could be so sensitive to such small stimulus. Bright lights, loud music, gross smells-" Keigo took both of his pointer fingers and circled them around the outer rim of Dabi's armpits, which made Dabi's eyes fly open and suck in his breath. The damn tingles were climbing in his arms and fluttering in his chest, like there was a swarm of butterflies caged in behind his ribs. "-light touches~ Oh don't tell me these light touches are doing anything for you, are they? They're already drawing out such animated expressions from the most stoic man I've ever seen stalk this earth."

Dabi's stomach was jumping, like he was going uphill on a rollercoaster, just waiting for the descent. The onyx villain's fingers relaxed, however, once Keigo drew his own fingers away from the sensitive spot. Keigo quirked his lips and held his chin, in a thinking pose before the restrained criminal. The blonde hero resembled a butcher standing over a cow carcass, wondering which part of the animal he was gonna slice up first. Dabi swallowed in a dry throat as he chose his words cautiously. As he opened his mouth to speak, Keigo pointed a finger to the ceiling as he thought up what he wanted to say with a delighted grin on his face.

"Of course. There just so happens to be a word for this phenomenon, these light touches that feel like they're taking over your body~" Keigo suddenly swooped in close to Dabi and layered all ten of his fingers onto Dabi's raised individual ribs. Dabi's eyes stared right into the double agent's unreadable expression as the fingers started to press in.

"It's called 'tickling', the kid games that you were dissing earlier. Looks like we have all the time in the world to play them now, right little blueflame? And you're just sensitive enough to enjoy them this time with me~" Keigo's fingers shook into Dabi's ribs, each finger taking up a bone and vibrating into it. Dabi winced instinctively, but instead of pain, he found maddening consistent tingles. Ungracefully, the villain let out a snort and started letting out frantic giggles. His muscled arms pulling on the restraints and his legs hitched up to try and curl into a ball.

"Pffmmt- H-Hahahawks! S-Stohohop thihihis nahahahaow!" Deep baritone laughs rumbled out from Dabi's chest without his consent. There was no restraining or trying to keep back his giggles. Keigo's fingers were like lead weights scribbling on his hypersensitive skin. Keigo had a proud look on his face; he was half-expecting for something like this to simply not work on Dabi. But it seemed the exact opposite was true. This was working a little TOO well; with the hardened criminals face bright and squinted in a look of happiness.

"Mmhmm... If you wanna tell me what happened to Touya Todoroki, I'd be more than happy to help you. On the other hand, though, it looks like you're missing some ribs there, kid. Wouldn't want ya walking around with half an empty ribcage, now would we~" Keigo narrowed his eyes with a smirk on his face as he started from the top of Dabi's ribcage and made sure to scritch each bone and count loudly enough for the villain to hear.

"Ooone...twooo...threee-" "Keihehehego stohohohop!" "Mmmm...I don't think 'stop' is an acceptable number, I'll have to start aaaall the way back at the top~" With Dabi's arms spread on either side of him, every time he bucked to rid himself of the sensation just pushed the hero's lead fingers into his sensitive skin. His skin felt as if Keigo's fingers were actually about to reach inside of him and count the bare bones of his skeleton.

The blonde hero took a moment, stilling his fingers, to watch Dabi's reactions to his stimulus. A bright smile infused with mirth was spread across his face; his eyes already glittering over with tears, and his fluffy hair crowned his head to make him look like a bashful giggling kid. His cheeks were dusted over with a light pink from all his hard chuckles. Keigo bit his tongue to keep back the truth; he wanted to blurt it all out for Dabi so they could hurry up and reminisce together.

The hero covered up his torture stopping by becoming all business and suddenly gripping Dabi's chin to force him to look up into his golden eyes. Dabi was woozy from his lack of oxygen, a dumb smile still plastered across his face. It made Hawks' heart do kickflips, but he couldn't speak to that now.

"Touya Todoroki was declared a missing person 10 years ago on October 25th, 2010. What did you do with him? Is he still alive? When is his birthday?" Keigo threw all of these questions at once at the dumbfounded villain. The villain tried to jerk his head out from the hero's grip but the hero held on tight.

"I told you already you fucking dumbass birdbrain! I never abducted any kid! The squirt probably got hit by a train or was bullied to death by some bastard schoolkids!" That last yelp of desperation left his chest without him realizing what he said. Bullied to death....bullied? Something about that doesn't feel right. Like...it's true. Maybe the kid was bullied. It's almost as if... I've experienced it-

Dabi's thoughts were suddenly scattered with his own bouncing cackles; Hawks' fingers gripping his slender sides and squeezing into them. Hawks made sure to hold onto his bottom ribs and taze them while his thumbs squished into the criminal's skin. Dabi jerked on his leather restraints as the cords of his neck stood out on the surface of his skin from his insane laughter.

"GAHAHAHAD!! STAHAHAHAP!! I DOHOHON'T KNOHOHOW SHIHIHIT!! I SWEHEHEAR!!' The criminal's eyes screwed shut tightly in his laughter, the vibrations so deep and pronounced that it felt like it was inside of him. Dabi's knees pulled up and slammed back down on the table in an attempt to do anything to get out of this situation, but his restraints were too tight. Keigo had a VERY amused look on his face at this recent development.

"Swearing already?~ That's cause for celebration, isn't it? Bravo to our modern scientists for creating something so malicious that it made our hardened criminal swear within the first five minutes~ Although, it doesn't answer my question. Where is Touya Todoroki? What color is his hair? What outfit was he wearing on the day you captured him?" Keigo threw nonsense questions at Dabi to see how he would react to them. Of course, Keigo already knew all of the answers, in part anyway, but he wanted to see how this villain would crack under the pressure. The hero's fingers vibrated in Dabi's lowest ribs as his thumbs massaged in two places on his lean belly. Keigo tried not to look for too long at the villain's contracting abs.

Dabi's limbs were restless in their quest to try and weasel their way out of this situation; his legs and arms squirming and wrestling against the restraints. Dabi's fists balled up to try and fight the maddening tingling sensations, and his hips bucked up like the bronco he was only to slam down on the table once more. Keigo felt like he was tickling the riding bull you find in dive bars and the like.

"I SAHAHAID I DOHOHON'T KNOHOHOW THE FUHUHUCKING KID!! YOU GAHAHAHA!-" Dabi's deep rumbling laughter soon turned into high pitched hysterical giggles. Keigo's crimson wings had accidentally fluttered over the criminal's belly as he had shifted in his place. Keigo looked back at his magnificent wings and soon had a horrible look shadow over his face. The hero's fingers stilled once more as he plucked a feather out from his own wing. Dabi's cyan eyes were rolled to the back of his head as he laid limp on the table; his mouth open and sucking in as much oxygen as possible.

"I don't think that's gonna cut it, Patches. I want real answers, not this tippy-toe bullshit you keep pulling on me. I'm gonna get what I'm looking for even if it means I have to kill you." His voice was deep and serious enough for Dabi to perk up and look at him. Dabi didn't care about dying; he even welcomed it at this point just to get out of this damn table. Dabi turned sharply towards his collarbone and coughed into his shoulder. A regular cough wouldn't hurt unless it was a virus, but Dabi's hyper-sensitive insides made this cough burn up his parched throat. The villain looked back with a newfound seriousness and tried not to look too terrified at the slim wiggling feather in the hero's hand.

"Ask the multiple personalities dude or the blonde psycho bitch! They're always up to some random bullshit that doesn't involve me. I only live by Stain's ideologies and live up to the expectations to make the future he wanted to be realized. Child abduction isn't gonna make that future happen!" Even Dabi could hear the desperation in his own voice; he wanted to kill Hawks for making him so vulnerable. Especially while the hero was looking down at him with that damn lazy smirk, like this was all too amusing for him.

Keigo took a long breath and twirled the feather in between his fingers; his lips quirked in that thinking look once more. Dabi's eyes couldn't tear away from the hypnotizing piece of tickling equipment. The blonde hero could tell that Dabi was getting shrill, and distraught at that. He was getting there; with just a little more pushing Keigo could possibly unlock Dabi's memories and make him see that HE was Touya Todoroki himself. That's what all of this was.

"Mmmm... not convinced. Sorry, when it comes to child abduction cases like these, pointing fingers won't help when I know YOU'RE the child abductor. Just a matter of time until you wanna admit it to me. But hey, at least it's fun torture and not a messy one, right? A few things I have to do before we get started up again though-" Keigo stepped forward and tucked his feather in the crest of Dabi's ear like he was holding a pencil there.

"Hold onto that for a second," Keigo said simply as he lifted Dabi's thin cotton shirt and lifted it up over his head.

"As soon as I get out of these restraints, you're bones are gonna be liquefied inside of your damn disgusting body." Dabi hissed, while Keigo wasn't paying attention to that and staring directly at Dabi's impressive toned six-pack. Dabi followed Keigo's gaze and blushed deeply at the realization. Keigo suddenly snapped out of it and reanimated himself.

"Oh, well, in that case. I'll just put more on you so that doesn't have to happen!" Keigo flashed Dabi a squinted smile and took the straps that lay on either side of Dabi's hips. Keigo pulled on the leather belt tightly so now his midsection couldn't buck in any direction. The belt also helped pull Dabi's diamond navel taut. Dabi's belly and entire torso were unmarked with his scars; the scars only curving over his sides and disappearing under his pants. Keigo also noted that Dabi's hips were deep and indented, like someone pressed their thumbs into them. They must be really warm and hopefully very sensitive at this rate-

Keigo cleared his throat and stole back his feather with a wink while he was face to face with Dabi, to which Dabi attempted to headbutt the birdman. It was then that Dabi realized that with the belt now strapped just above his belly button, any wiggling room that he had before had just evaporated.

"Realizing just how fucked you are? And the effects of the serum don't start depleting until the victim's body has cooled down. The victim's body cooldown tells the serum that the job has been finished and the Hero's have the information they're looking for. Until then, it lasts as long as it needs to." After Keigo's helpful explanation, Dabi then noticed just how hot his body actually was, like he was running a high fever. Which meant that the serum was probably running at it's highest potent capacity to keep him horribly hyper-sensitive to any and all touches. Keigo watched the realization play over Dabi's face as he stepped forward and started circling his wiggly feather over Dabi's belly button.

Dabi jerked immediately and clamped his teeth down to prevent any giggles from slipping out. Keigo watched with a newfound sadistic hunger; he watched with the sudden drive to make this man shout his lungs out and regret ever forgetting about his childhood best friend.

"This can all stop if you just tell me where the kid is. Just give me a location and I'll send the heroes on their way. I got a phone right here. I got heroes at my disposal. We're just waiting on you, Patchwork." Keigo continued to circle and even started sweeping his feather across Dabi's strip of belly like he was dusting a piece of furniture.

Dabi shook his head and kept his laughter caged in his chest. The single feather was so tingly that he wanted to crawl out of his skin. "I mmph- I t-tohold yohou! I- grrmmph- I-I don't knohow ahahanything about the kid! I never heheard his nahame before!" Dabi involuntarily thought back to Touya Todoroki's name, the damn kid that he was being tortured over. In Dabi's haze, he thought he remembered the Bakugou brat having a friend named Todoroki-

"Wahait wait wait! I-I-I remember something! I reeheemehember sohohomething I promise!" Dabi pleaded, Keigo taking immediate pity and stopping his red wiggly feather. Keigo pointed his feather like an accusing sword towards Dabi's face.

"If the information is bullshit, you're getting a second dose injected right in your belly button. Imagine that hell burning in your stomach. Think about this wisely." Dabi swallowed what felt like cotton balls in his throat. He didn't know if Keigo was bullshitting or not, but he also didn't know if he could trust his own memories. He's never been able to remember too much of anything past his twenties... Dabi's shaking fingers hardened into fists as he hardened his resolve to get out of this table.

"Okay okay... The Touya kid has a brother right? Todoroki? What's the half and half kid's name? Shoto? Yeah, it was Shoto. Go fucking torture him for answers instead of me you damn prick! He knows more about his own brother than I do-" At the sound of the repeated use of the word 'brother', a flash of red hair jumped past Dabi's vision. Keigo shook his head and was starting to step forward to tickle the criminal's belly once more before Dabi hurriedly stopped him. "Woah Woah Woah Woah Woah, hold on, hold on! The Touya kid had red hair! Instead of half and half like his brother, he had all red hair." And white hair with red strips, and blank white hair like the snow- Dabi involuntarily remembered this as well, but before he could grab onto it, it slid away.

Keigo had a pleased look on his face, however. Dabi was starting to remember bits and pieces of the past, and that's what Keigo wanted. Just a little bit further, and hopefully he would remember who he was.

"Finally, we're getting somewhere. Unfortunately, no cookies for you. We know Touya had red hair, his family comes from a line of gingers. We need to know where the kid is, Dabi. And you're the only one with the answers. So let's hear 'em." Dabi fought the urge to protest as Keigo willed about six of his feathers to detach from his wings and dust over Dabi's belly, while Keigo's fingers gripped his sides and scribbled his manicured nails into them. Dabi pulled on his restraints and cackled loudly into the sound-proof room.

"CHRIHIHIHIST!! I DOHOHON'T KNOHOHOHOW AHAHAHANYTHING!! LET ME GOHOHOHO!!" Dabi's eyes screwed shut as his mouth was agape with his hysterical laughter. Both Hawks and Dabi were unaware that the reserved and quiet male could produce such sounds. Dabi's veins stood out like cords against his neck as his chest heaved in with his laughter. Such small stimulus is driving him insane, Hawks thought to himself. Six of his feathers from his crimson wings were dusting over his belly and his navel, while his fingers scratched and scraped over the villains pronounced ribcage. Sure, maybe it was a little intense in terms of tickling, but he thought that this would be too easy for the hardened villain. Apparently not; Hawks could see that Dabi was fighting for breath already.

"HAHAHAHAWKS I SWEAHAHAHAHA-" Dabi cut his own laughter short with a hard snort. One of the fluffy crimson feathers had started twirling itself into Dabi's stretched navel. There was nowhere that the villain could twist on the table to escape its feathery clutches. Hawks cracked half a smile. Even if he were to take his hands off the villain's ribcage to halt his fingers tickling, which he did; Dabi still produced the same amount of crazed hysterical cackles from just the feathers tickling. The double agent stood with his arms folded and watched his childhood best friend laugh an insane amount.

The villain had tousled his onyx crown all over his eyes; the once fluffy hair now a dense mop against his forehead. Dabi's smile was agape enough that Keigo could see his glinting incisors. His biceps flexed and struggled; the sweeping of the crimson feathers not ceasing for a moment. They traced over his waistline, the deep cavernous dips of his hip indents, fluttering over the small pinch of skin underneath his navel. Keigo stood fascinated by the scene, while Dabi's eyes started rolling in the back of his head.

"-AHAHAHAP!! I'LL-I'LL TAHAHAHAHALK I PROHOHOMISE!" That roused Keigo out of his stupor. He forgot that Dabi was in an extremely sensitive situation. The agent quickly halted his feathers and lifted them up from Dabi's belly. The feathers had worked so fervently that the villain's hypersensitive skin was a baby pink on the surface of it. Dabi sniffed back his tears of mirth and heaved in delicious clean oxygen. It was ice cold in his lungs, but the villain much preferred it over the sweaty ticklish hell he was just subjected to.

"Alright, Staples. Get to talking then, or there's gonna be a lot more feathers where that came from. You don't want these puppies all over you in the situation you're in." Keigo flapped his wings and shook them out to showcase his entire wingspan of crimson ticklers, all individually flowing and wiggling delicately in the air. Dabi gave him a death glare, but even the feathers made him gulp. The villain flexed his fingers as he tried to think up of something that this douche didn't already know about the kid. Keigo could see the villain's brain working to think up a bullshit story just to appease him. That just meant more tickles for-

"He-He was 15 when he went missing. His father had abused him when he was young and he was shunned by his siblings. His mother tried to protect him but-" But she was crazy. And no one protected him. He was the forgotten one, the one who faded into the background. And no one had a problem with that.

Dabi choked on his words, clearing his throat and clearing his mind. Keigo watched with interest as Dabi had spilled all of this information from thin air. Even the villain looked confused, he didn't know where this revelation came from.

"Mm-hmm, quite the truth serum this stuff is, isn't it? Just a little bit more and you can get off this table and get yourself an ice cream." Dabi shot his gaze up to Keigo's eyes and pulled on his restraints.

"N-No! No more I can't handle it! It's too much! Don't do this!" For some reason Dabi didn't even sound convincing to his own ears. Maybe because even he knew that no matter how much pleading he tried, he wouldn't get out of this until he coughed up more information. Keigo looked quite amused by the display, however. That fox's grin was back on his face.

"Come on now, it can't be that bad, little patch~ It's just some tickling afterall." Dabi's heart stopped when Keigo walked up to him and gently placed his fingers on Dabi's waistline. "Little kid games, right Blueflame? You can handle it." Keigo suddenly gripped Dabi's right hip and squished his thumb inside, making Dabi curl up and giggle like a schoolboy.

"Gahahahad! Hahahaha-Hahahaow mahahahany tihihihimes?!" "How many times what? How many times do I have to tickle tickle tickle you before you get the gist of your situation? You're not getting out of this until I get my answers, kid. So cough 'em up, before you cough up a lung." Even holding Dabi's hip like this made the villain squeal out. His hips bucked and shook in their binds, which only drove the hero's thumb in further to his divet.

"I dohohohon't knohohohow anything! I-I cahahan't rehehember!" Hawks could see that Dabi was actively trying to remember something, he wasn't lying in a situation like this. And Keigo wasn't wanting him to remember his childhood trauma or to relive it in any way, he just wanted his childhood best friend to remember him. Hawks took a deep breath in his lungs and decided to up the anty. Hawks sent four crimson feathers up to Dabi's stretched armpits, the wiggling plumes fluffing over the villain's soft divets. Dabi started to shriek, but Hawks suddenly slid his hands down to Dabi's thighs and squished into the soft material.

Dabi must have unlocked a second quirk along with his Cremate abilities, because Hawks had never heard such an unearthly howl thrash itself from Dabi's chest. Keigo winced from the piercing sounds from the villain as Dabi's eyes were screwed tightly in hysterical cackles with tears budding in the corners of his eyes. The feathers twisting and fluffing in his stretched armpits along with Hawks kneading up and down his toned thighs had the villain in tears. Dabi didn't know which way to buck, to twist, to jump on the table. He was stuck either leaning into the fluffy feathers for more relentless dusting, or to literally push himself into his captors hands for closer and more effective squeezing.

"Looks like you're in a pickle, bud. I say just cough up the information and be done with the whole thing but, to each their own, right? If you like it, you like it. I won't judge, I'm having way too much fun~" Keigo had his thumbs fixed to the villains inner thighs as his other eight fingers splayed out as wide as they could stretch to squeeze and grip the skin underneath Dabi's jeans. Dabi wanted to tear his hot tingling skin off with how insane the sensations were.

"SHUHUHUT THE FUHUHUHUCK-GAHAHAHAHAD!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHA!!" Dabi was screaming at this rate, the man's throat parched and raw from the yelling. Keigo rolled his eyes at the exclamations of his victim when something silver flashed in his eye. Keigo thought it was probably just the restraints glinting off the light in the room, but it was Dabi's stitches that caught his eye. Keigo suddenly had a stroke of curiosity and reached behind him to pluck a feather from his wings and swiped the fluffy appendage across Dabi's silver stitch.

It was liked the criminal was electrified, his body jolting like it touched a live current and his insane cackles jumped an octave with the single swipe. Dabi's stitches had already been sensitive to touch even before he had the serum in his body. Now the nerve endings underneath the stitch felt like it was intertwined with the silver itself. Keigo bit his lip at the torture that was to come. Watching Dabi writhe on the table with the feathers in his armpits, Keigo sent six feathers to every visible stitch on the mans body and let the appendages fluff and dust and wriggle all over him. They were twirling in his ears and driving in his collarbones; they were doing figure eights in his armpits and dragging up his triceps; they were skating down his sides and writing nonsense with their quills down the lines of his abs.

"GOHOHOHOD!! SAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEE!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! I-I'M DHYHYHYHYING!!" It was a horribly dramatic thing to exclaim that Keigo should have listened to, but the way the bird saw it, if Dabi still had breath in his lungs to shout, then he should be fine. Keigo's never seen such a contorted face on anyone before. It was a mix of childlike happiness and mirth with pure anguish and torture. But, whatever gets the truth out, Keigo supposed. It was only a matter of time before Dabi choked on the truth. And Keigo could never get enough of the sight of Dabi's abs contracting with every giggly laugh harvested from his chest.

"KEHEEHEEHEE-KEIGO!! KEHEHEHEEIGO PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! STOHOHOHOHOP!! I-I REEHEEMEMBER!! STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!!" Dabi suddenly erupted his confession once Keigo neared his bucking kneecaps with his own fingers. Keigo's feathers and hands suddenly halted; the villains heart bursting through his ribcage. The poor captured man had aching ribs and a sore stomach, and his limbs were irritated from pulling on them for so long. Hawks stood with his hands on his hips. His entire body shivered with flashes and icicles, his searing hot sweat sliding down his icy back. It was complete hell, but the stimulus was enough to break the barrier of his lost memories. This was it. Dabi just needed to remember where he came from and who he used to be. Maybe he'd be more cheerful, or at least a little more...anything, at this point.

Dabi's head was laid back on the table, his body slightly curled up in the small defense he had. His eyes were rolled up to the whites in exhaustion. But in the swirling chaotic blackness behind his eyelids that he was used to, he saw something new. Something he hasn't appreciated in a long time.

Summer, the scalding heat on the back of my neck, the taste of ice-cold popsicles, the sand inbetween my toes. Being the kid with the dad who pushed them the highest on the swingset. My scraped knees and elbows patched up by the smiling boy. The summer festival and the exploding fireworks in the infinite sky above me. My best friend who stood there to watch when nobody else would. Keigo, my best friend. His toothy smile and his squinting eyes; his untied shoelaces and messy hair. He never left my side. But I left his.

Suddenly I don't feel so heavy. I don't feel so alone, so burdened with this weight on my chest. Because I know Keigo is there. He always was.

"And I always will be, Touya." Dabi slowly looked up to see Keigo with a gentle smile on his face. Dabi hadn't realized that he was speaking aloud. Hawks turned to Dabi's right arm and started setting free his aching wrist. But after this newest revelation, Dabi didn't feel hurt anymore. He felt like a completed puzzle; the lost piece that made him whole was finally inserted. Dabi held his wrist to his chest and rubbed over his tingling body to rid himself of the leftover sensations.

"T-Trauma's a bitch, huh? It...Itmade me forget my best friend, the only one who was truly there for me. I'm...I'm sorry about that, Keigo." Keigo shook his head, his bangs swaying back and forth. "Please, don't be sorry. It's your dad that should apologize. I just wanted you to remember everything that was bright in your life, and not live in this bleak purgatory. You have friends and people who care about you. And you used to smile all the time, you know. I know it's not your fault that you forgot who you were and you forgot how to smile. But now at least, maybe you can put your past to good use in the future."

Dabi nodded, understanding Keigo's words better than he would have thought. Keigo extended his hand out to Dabi to help him off of the table. Dabi hesitated for a moment, a good second passing before he grabbed it and hopped off the table. Dabi was still slightly curled and hunched even as he walked, his defenses still not lowered after that episode.

"Don't worry, it's all over. No more tickles, I promise. Unless you kinda liked it, then I can give you more. I thought I saw you leaning in for some more now and again on the table. You also remember how ticklish you used to be and you still are, right? I mean, I thought something this childish was gonna work on ya dude, but your vocal cords must be thrashed-"

"Yeah, you know what, Keegs, I think I remember just how ticklish you used to be as well when you were a kid. Care to test it out?" Dabi picked up one of the syringes off the table filled with the swirling blue sensitivity serum with a horribly antagonizing look in his eyes.

Keigo gulped and ran for dear life.

#icanttellyouhowlongthistookme notcomplainingthoyoudeserveitbabe hopeyoulikeitmerrycrimin

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ficsandgiggles · 3 years

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Worth It

Ahhhh thank you so much for 100 followers, it really means the world to me that people still want me around. This is my second ever cast member fic and I loved writing it so please send me more requests for them. For now though, enjoy some cute, platonic, RDJ and Tom Holland! 💕

“Alright, Tony is going to check on Peter and tells him he’s finished for the day. Aaaand, action!” Russo called out as Tom and Robert soon got into character as Iron Man and Spider Man. Tom lay on his side after being thrown to the ground by Ant-Man. He got into character and lay there panting in exhaustion.

Soon after, Robert headed over to him, trying to check up on the kid since it was his first battle with the Avengers. “Kid?” He called out quietly as he placed his hand on his side. He definitely heard Tom let out a squeal as he twisted his body around to face RDJ, panic written on his face as he tried to shove off what he thought was a bad guy.

After eventual reassurance from Robert that he was the Tony... the good guy, Tom visibly calmed down, both through his body and facial expression. He let out a sigh and greeted him.

“Yeah, you’re done, okay?” Robert told him, making it obvious that Stark was concerned for the kid and cared for him deeply. He shrugged off the protests that Peter attempted to make and continued to fight.

Tom sat up as soon as he heard the director yell ‘CUT!’ and he could’ve sworn he saw Robert smirk as soon as he broke character.

“Okay that was good, but Tom, did you squeal?” He asked casually as RDJ turned to look at Tom with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah Tom, I swear I heard you squeal when I touched you.” He commented, smiling to himself as he watched Tom attempt to shrug it off, making up an excuse that the sudden touch had merely surprised him.

“Alright, let’s try again. But this time Tom, try not to squeal.” The director told him as Tom nodded silently and got back on the ground, preparing himself for another take.

Robert once again marched over to Tom, leaning down and this time placing a hand on his ribs, giving it a cheeky squeeze to see if his predictions were true.

He smirked as he heard Tom let out a little giggle, he twisted his body around to face RDJ, who grinned. “You’re ticklish.” He said simply before drilling his fingers into the young actors ribs.

Tom squealed so loud that he didn’t even hear the director yell cut. He broke into surprised giggles as he twisted and squirmed around, blushing as his idol tickled the daylights out of him. “Hehehehey, nohohoho!” He yelped, trying his best to shove Robert off.

“This should teach you to stop ruining cuts with your piggy squeals!” He teased, moving to dig his fingers under his arms, smiling fondly at the kid he took under his wing. Poor Tom was giggling his heart out, slamming his arms to his sides as he tried to thrash around without kicking RDJ in an unpleasant area.

Tom’s mask was off completely now, so the entire cast, who were gathered around to witness the cute event, were able to see Tom’s adorably scrunched up face as he let our helpless squeals of laughter. “PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!” He begged, feeling his face burn up in pure embarrassment.

“Sorry kid, this is just too cute.” Robert teased, now shaking his hands into his belly. The suit making the sensation a million times worse for poor Tom as he shrieked with loud laughter. He continued to weakly shove at RDJ’s hands whilst arching his back to try and push him away. Out of all the things he expected from playing this incredible role, being tickled by Iron Man... the RDJ, was the last thing he anticipated.

“Alright guys, wrap it up, we can go for a break as soon as we finish this little bit.” The director yelled, so everyone could hear over Tom’s hysterical laughter. Robert smirked, ruffling his hair before letting him up, his eyebrows raised. “That red face of yours will add to this scene, y’know.” He said causally before heading to his starting position.

The next take was perfect, and RDJ was right, Tom’s bright red face added to the scene, since it made him seem more exhausted on camera. But Tom definitely questioned whether being tickled by his idol in front of the other cast members he has looked up to for years was worth it.

Needless to say, all the cast and crew thought it was 100% worth it.

#mcu tickle #mcu tickle fic #avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #tom Holland tickle fic #ticklish!tomholland

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ticklishnonsense · 3 years

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Hmm, I don't have any fic prompts, but what are your Mighty Nein headcanons?

THIS GOT... LONG. under the cut.

mollymauk-

you all know 18,000 words of my thoughts on this matter. world’s biggest switch. #alltieflingsareknismos. et cetera

as a ler - demon status but never cruel. he’ll tease and laugh at his lee without end, and he WILL remember their worst spots to the grave, but he’s also in it for the physical closeness and shared laughter as much as the tickling. even outside of full-on tickle fights, he’s always tweaking his friends’ ribs or tickling under their knees. it’s a form of intimacy for him. and he’s not brutal about it - he wants his lee to be coherent enough for banter

as a lee - CEO of dishing it out but not being able to take it. yes he loves getting tickled. yes he turns into a puddle when that fact is pointed out. squirmy as hell, not a loud laugher but lots of giggles and snorting and trying to protest. hard relentless tickles get him bad, but tickle talk and teasing ruins him.

worst spot: lower back and sides get him shrieking.

he loves tickling & getting tickled by anyone interested, though caleb is probably his favorite for both, with yasha a close second. he also thinks about fjord’s teasing OFTEN but can’t quite get up the courage to ask for it. (yet)

caleb-

kryptonite to the world’s biggest switch. he is a merciless ler. doesn’t tend to laugh along or even crack a smile. does tend to remember his lee’s worst spots exactly. if he and his 16 cha decide to tease it’s all over.

as a lee, he does all these complicated mental gymnastics to justify enjoying it to himself; a lot of what it boils down to is that he has a hard time accepting touch unless he feels like he’s struggled against it. likes being helpless more than he’ll admit but he doesn't think he deserves the peace of mind or the affection. enough tickling does strip away his defenses and get him shockingly cuddly and affectionate for a bit

i also adore the headcanon that’s been going around here that he needs to get in his head about it to be ticklish. it takes a few minutes of gentle teasing for him to really start processing the fact that he’s getting tickled, but from there it’s all downhill.

he is so bad at fighting back. he doesn’t know how. he tries to cast slow on the ler. slow has verbal and somatic components. now he’s just getting wrecked with molasses on his lips. dude’s str score is 10 and even if he could get off a useful spell he can't maintain concentration. all he can do is flop around

worst spot: under the book holsters. he thinks he’s protected there. he is not. obvious fic rec

not to show my widomauk agenda but i think molly is his favorite both lee and ler. he likes lees where it’s really obvious they like it, and he likes lers who will gently push him into it, and purple problem causer is both. and he also likes jester as a ler a lot; she’s so unembarrassed about tickling that he starts feeling a little less embarrassed in turn

yasha-

absolutely brutal ler. she’s very shy about really letting loose, but if she gets coaxed into it her lee is done for. no need for restraints when you’re a barbarian. my favorite headcanon is that she gets so focused at a certain point she doesn’t even really notice her lee’s reactions, so they’re often completely worn out by the time she thinks to stop. and she’s a HUGE fan of cuddly tickles, kissing the laughter out of her lee’s mouth, stuff like that.

just the sweetest lee. she’s strong enough that if someone’s tickling her it’s because she’s letting them, so it’s usually just her curling up with quiet squeaky laughter and letting it happen. she also starts crying with laughter pretty easily, which can be honestly worrisome if you don’t know

worst spot: ribs & the tops of her thighs.

she’s tickled most people she’s fond of at one point or another, but her favorites are beau (who’s just so spluttery about it), molly (best friend & clearly loves it), and fjord (so easy to fluster)

beau-

mean ler. goes into tickle fights like a game of chess. plays to win. her favorite tactic is pinning her lee down, getting her fingers into whatever she's deduced is their worst spot, and tickling there until they cry. also, makes liberal use of stunning strike.

she’s pretty ticklish herself and it’s the bane of her life. on the plus side it’s very easy to provoke her into a tickle fight if that’s what you’re looking for. on the minus side you are now in a tickle fight with a 20 dex flailing ball of limbs

worst spot: she's immune most places but under her arms is killer.

to her, tickle fights are just another way to affectionately give shit to the people she loves. she tends to get into it a lot with molly and jester. tickles caleb just to give him a hard time & because she knows he can’t really fight back, but she doesn’t always have the patience to wear him down. gets tickled by yasha a fair amount because yasha thinks she’s cute and beau unfortunately will do just about anything for that

vethnott-

keeps herself removed most of the time - she had a lot of body hatred for a while. once she's veth again, she's a little more comfortable with it, but still stays kind of separate from things.

she doesn't start tickle fights but if she gest dragged in she WILL end them. when she's a ler she's a wicked ler. tiny hands, massive sleight-of-hand.

worst spots: her tummy, and if you squeeze around her delt.

she has that little crush on fjord for a while and tickles him to deal with it. it's her version of a teenage girl not knowing how to flirt so she steals her crush's baseball cap and just kind of wears it around

after molly provokes her enough she'll also tickle him just to shut him up. he deserves it

fjord-

i... feel like he didn’t get tickled much as a kid and so he only really discovers that he's ticklish with the nein. he can't help but envy the physical closeness he sees, but he's also very nervous about the whole affair, so he avoids the tickle fights for a while.

he trusts jester most so he probably goes to her in private once and asks her about it. and she laughs at him but she does tickle him very gently for five minutes or so and he's like. okay yes I can handle this. and then she flops down over his lap and says "now me!" and he's nervous all over again

he's insecure about being a bad ler so he tends to rely on his silver tongue a lot. brutal, brutal tease.

worst spots: ears and neck. his sides are pretty bad too

once he gets more comfortable with tickling he's just a bit of a demon ler. tickles the mischief out of molly, tickles veth to bond with her, tickles jester because she often demands it.

he's got such an air of authority about him that it actually takes a while for anyone to start getting him back but when they figure it out. oh boy. yasha gets him the worst. the wings. yeah

caduceus-

reasonably ticklish, but doesn't mind it at all. he likes laughing and generally doesn't fight it. but then it's just not as SATISFYING, ugh.

he's a very gentle ler. always asking what the lee wants, rubbing their shoulders comfortingly between tickles. and he'll be like "now that's better, isn't it" at the end with that peaceful smile.

worst spots: his ears are badddd. he snort-laughs and flicks them around involuntarily

easily figures out that almost all his friends enjoy getting tickled. will call them out for it if he's feeling particularly mischievous. but he's also the one that people will often go to for cheer-up tickles, or if they're just feeling the itch.

jester-

loves tickling. loves everything about it. likes it as much as molly does but without the embarrassment. she's always in ler mode; there is never a moment of safety around her. big fan of tazing people and blowing raspberries and all that prankster stuff.

she's also always in lee mode and if she isn't getting tickled she WILL straight up demand it from whomever's around.

worst spots: her back, her toes, and just under the spade of her tail.

she's the one who starts the tickle fights. she and molly are also always getting into it - they'll tickle each other pretty much any time they're in proximity, even if just for a moment

AND ESSEK, BECAUSE I LIKE HIM-

so so so ticklish. hasn't really gotten tickled since he was a kid but he has not forgotten. when he befriends the nein and sees them getting into it with each other he gets That™ squirmy feeling in the pit of his stomach and floats off to the side and tries to seem like it's all beneath him. unfortunately they're his friends and they know him so it's only a matter of time til someone notices that he's sweatin and goes for the kill

couldn't he at least have the very small mercy of his laugh being calm and quiet? no. high-pitched and noisy

after failing enough concentration checks when he tries to use defensive spells, he figures out he can start jabbing people's sides mid-tickle fight and gain a moment of relief. he hasn't gotten to a point where he'll fully tickle someone back yet but it's only a matter of time.

touch-starved enough that he DOES end up trying to provoke tickling sometimes. will not admit this under pain of death

worst spots: definitely his feet. secondarily, all around his ankles and up to his knees. and the palms of his hands & the undersides of his forearms are shockingly ticklish. light tickles ruin him

jester tickles him the most but really it's all of them.

#mine #cr #anonymous #mollymauk #caleb #yasha #beau #fjord #veth #caduceus #jester #essek

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toweroftickles · 3 years

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ZELINK FIC - TICKLES THROUGH TIME

This is for @dyingtoleeya who suggested that I write about my “first ship ever.” That sent me on quite a nostalgia trip! Lol I’m a 90s kid, so most of my influences come from there. I didn’t expect to crank this fic out so fast, but something about it just inspired me. Hope you guys like it. :)

The fall of Ganondorf had seen the kingdom of Hyrule, though still shattered and broken, return to hope. The Hylian peoples had come together to rebuild, to settle into their old lives after seven long years. But for Link, and for Zelda, they had finally earned their rest.

It was a late night in the castle garden. Torches gleamed against white stone walls. The small stream that had once been present before the King of Thieves’ reign was dammed, but its mouth still bubbled peacefully through slabs of fallen rock. The stained glass windows, though broken, still cast their colorful lights into a swirling dance of shapes on the nighttime grass. Fireflies fluttered around. One landed squarely on the princess’ nose, and she giggled before returning to rest her head on the Hero of Time’s shoulder. They said not a word to each other, only breathed in the cool air, and listened for the sounds of a land returning to life. But finally, the princess spoke.

“So many years I dreamed I’d see you again,” she whispered, not looking directly at Link. “It’s funny...we only knew each other so briefly, but whenever I lost hope, I could always see you clearly in my mind. Waiting for you to wake up...was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”

Link silently brushed Zelda’s long hair behind her ear and gently stroked her cheek. They smiled at one another, and Zelda couldn’t help but reminisce.

“You probably remember better than I do...when I used to sneak out to see you?”

Young Link and Zelda relaxed on the beach of Lake Hylia. As Zelda watched the swirling Guay chase Navi overhead, Link waded barefoot into the water and flung a rock with all his might.

Twice...three times...six whole skips! The Goron Bracelet definitely helped. Link grinned, pumping his fist triumphantly. Zelda laughed and clapped for him, and he returned to the grass beside her.

“This is so much fun,” Zelda sighed as the wind blew her headdress around. “I wish I’d been able to have a whole childhood like this.”

Link smiled happily at her and retrieved a small sandwich from his hammerspace pouch.

“Hey, Link...why are you always so quiet?”

Link stopped to think about the question. He’d barely spoken a word to the princess since that fateful day they met in her garden. He supposed, he was just never sure what to say to her. Navi usually did the talking for him.

“It’s because he liiiikes you!” the annoying fairy chimed in. Link’s eyes bugged out in horror and he instinctively smacked Navi through the air. Zelda giggled.

“No! I don’t!” Link stammered - perhaps the first full sentence he had said in her presence. “It...I’m....uh...”

“It’s ok,” Zelda said with a reassuring smile. “Come on, what are you hiding? Tell me!”

Almost on instinct the young princess reached out with her hand and playfully grabbed Link’s side. A huge grin appeared on the Kokiri boy’s face.

“Heehee-Hee! *gasp* Heh-Heh Ha!” Link giggled and pulled away from her. Zelda was delighted by his reaction...she smiled uncontrollably and kept squeezing at his tummy with both hands.

“Come on, say something!” she laughed. Link fell back onto his side in the grass, and Zelda followed on her knees. Her fingers grabbed and poked and tickled, and Link couldn’t stop laughing. With a mischievous twinkle in her light, Navi darted inside Link’s tunic and fluttered her wings against the boy’s ribs and belly. Link squirmed and tried to cover his stomach with his arms, but it was no use.

“Haha-Haha Haha-Haha Haaaa, Ha! *gasp* Haha-Haha Ha!” Link giggled and gasped for breath. Zelda’s own reactions weren’t much different. She could barely utter her command “Say something!” through her own gleeful excitement.

Then, suddenly, Zelda stopped poking Link’s stomach and turned around. He could breathe, at least for a moment. With both hands she grabbed Link’s right foot and stood up, lifting his leg off the ground while the rest of him stayed flat. She looked back at him, smiled like a kid on Christmas morning, and wiggled all ten of her fingers along the bottom of his foot.

“Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! *gasp* Aha-Ha! Ah Ha-Ha Ha-Ha! Uggghhhhyeeehh, Heheh! Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!” The poor boy laughed loudly and rolled around on his back, trying to pull his foot away from Zelda’s devious little fingers. Navi’s buzzing magical energy still tickled his tummy.

“Do you give up?” Zelda teased him.

She didn’t wait for an answer. After another moment of giggling, Link felt his bare foot drop back into the grass. Navi flew out of his tunic, laughing to herself. It was over. As the young boy attempted to suck air back into himself, he pondered what had just happened...it had been surprisingly fun. At least...when she did it. Zelda dropped to her knees again and looked down at his exhausted face, and both smiled. But Link’s energy was all wound up, and as if loaded on a spring, he reached up with both hands and tickled Zelda’s armpits.

“AHH!” she squealed excitedly. Her arms instinctively snapped back like a pistol shrimp’s, drawn tightly to her purple top as she jumped back. Link’s fingers dropped lower and started to dance on her sides.

“AHH Haha-Ha! Haha-Ha! *gasp* Ha-Ha! N-ho, no faihair!” Zelda squirmed around and pretended to be resistant, but in truth she was having far too much fun. Link bounced up into action and dove on Zelda. With a surprised yelp she fell back across the knoll, and before they knew it, the two kids were rolling down the grassy hill toward the sand, Zelda laughing and squirming in Link’s grip. He held her close to him and tickled her belly and sides nonstop as they rolled.

“Whoooaa-OOOO-ooooooh, Heehee! AH Haha-Haha! Ha-Ha Ha-Ha Ha! Th-hat tickles!” she cried out.

Within moments the two had collapsed in the sand, both grinning rapturously and unable to stop giggling. The rolling and wind had tossed Zelda’s habit-like headdress aside, and its fabric stood out colorfully near the top of the hill. She had such short hair for a girl, Link thought. But he also couldn’t stop thinking about how cute she looked. He blushed and tried to hide his expression from her, but she was laying on her side, eyes shut and breathing out her last few giggles. Then Link noticed something else had gone missing from the princess’ possession when they rolled down into the sand - one of her slippers.

He had to act quick, before she noticed! The youth grabbed a nearby piece of straw...dropped from the local scarecrow...and he grabbed her ankle. In his right hand he held her right leg still, sole-up, against the sand, and he began to wiggle the piece of straw right in the middle of her foot.

“HAA, Ha-Ha Ha Ha! Haha-Haha! L-hihink, stop it!” Zelda slapped her palms into the earth. She flailed and desperately pulled her leg. But the smile on her face betrayed her true feelings - she was happy. She was playing with a real friend. For one of the few times in her life, she was having fun.

Link tossed the straw aside and stopped tickling. Zelda’s toes still wiggled involuntarily, and she curled into a ball while the squeaks subsided.

“*inhale*...*exhale*....Heheh! I’m sorry. Are we even now?”

Link was lying down beside her, smiling just as much as she was.

“I talk...when I feel like it.”

The two burst into laughter all over again and reclined. Navi, who had been intentionally avoiding the rough-and-tumble tickle roll, finally sauntered down to the sandbank. She knew, looking at Link and Zelda, that the two had a future. The lake’s calming breeze blew their hair around, and sand dusted up against their cheeks.

Soon, Link would be off to Jabu-Jabu. But he wanted to enjoy his time with the princess, just a moment longer.

“Remember when I lost the slingshot game ? I almost cried, but then you won me a Bombchu,” the adult Zelda murmured dreamily.

Link couldn’t help but grin. These events seemed so recent to him, but for Zelda they may as well have been lifetimes ago. He put his arm around her shoulder and she watched the lights flicker on the ground.

“Hey...are you still ticklish?” Zelda asked him, trying to contain her excited smile. Before he could answer, she darted a hand in and jabbed all five fingers into his abs.

In truth, despite his recent physical adulthood, Link had lost his entire 11-17 growth period...his body was matured but lacked the experience and resilience that came with living through puberty. His immune system was still weak, he had basically no callouses, and he was still very childishly ticklish.

“GYAAHHH!” he yelled out, twisting away from Zelda’s fingers. The princess giggled and kept poking all over his stomach, and Link couldn’t avoid the chuckles building in his throat for long.

Seizing an opportune moment, he reached in with his leather gauntlets and launched his own tickle assault on the now-grown princess’ tummy. To his delight, it worked.

“AH! Hmhm-Hmhm Heheh-Heheh Heh! Hm-Hm Hm!” Zelda giggled through her sealed lips and pulled her arms in tight. Almost instantly she was in the grass, flat on her back, her sides quivering beneath Link’s strumming, spidery fingers.

Suddenly, he stopped. Zelda breathed. For the first time in seven years, she was at peace. She looked up at Link, smiling above her, and in her eyes bounced a light show of firefly acrobats, around Link’s head like a halo. Link had never seen anyone or anything so beautiful. He stroked her cheek and tussled her hair again.

There is rarely a single, isolated moment in a relationship where a boy looks at a girl and realizes for the first time, “I love you.” And there was no such moment for Link or Zelda either.

But this one came pretty close.

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readerinsertfanfiction · 4 years

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Hehe we talked about it 2 seconds ago and here i am😂😂can ya pretty please write an wardrobe hc for ikesen plz (whick ever of the sweet bois u want) of how they would react to MC who loves wearing gym/exercise clothes ie i only wear tights, sports bra and crop tops like they are sooo comfortable ❤🔥🥰 thanx love ❤🌻

😂 asdfghjkl. Ded. Okay, okay let’s get down to this.

Context: I joked around that I would give out headcanons for those who want if they give me a description of their wardrobe.

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Characters: I’m aiming for the whole cast and I did it! Yes!

Oda Nobunaga

His first reaction is curiosity. What is this style? What are these clothes you wear and what are they made from? He wouldn’t mind that it is so revealing, scandalising so, in fact he would probably enjoy it and make an indecent joke or two.

If you’re intimate with him he will make sure that you only wear those clothes in private, when it is only you and him. He doesn’t need you to scandalise the rest of his men, but he definitely doesn’t want them to see your skin as much as he does.

I can see him jokingly pull out a fundoshi (Japanese traditional underwear) to compare to your clothes and then laugh about it very loudly.

Will definitely make the above joke when you first meet and he summons you to the war meeting in your usual clothes. It will be humiliating, but then he will offer you some era-appropriate clothes.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Scandalised. He will screech like a victorian governess about the inappropriateness of your clothes. Immediately throws his coat over you.

Will always be nagging at you to wear something more appropriate, or to think of your position. “You’re dragging the name of Lord Nobunaga down!” -- though he means well and actually is looking out for you, but do please, argue with him, don’t have him talk to you like that.

After a while he will just carry an extra cloak with him to throw over you. “Hideyoshi, aren’t you warm with that second coat?” “Yes, yes, I am, but I got to protect the dignity of my lord!”

Again, I wish to press the fact that he is more worried about your well-being than Nobunaga’s name, he just says it is for the sake of his lord’s reputation, because that honestly is easier to argue about for him.

Ieyasu Tokugawa

What is this? Why is he always turning around and heading for the other way? Is he avoiding you? What? Ieyasu Tokugawa will not deal with the extra skin.

Will probably also throw an extra blanket or cloak over you. “You look cold, you should wear more clothes.”

He really can’t be honest about it, but the extra skin, the form-fitting clothes, they are the reason why he can’t look you in the eye. There is so little left to the imagination and he is still a man and oh gosh, he is blushing.

Please don’t confront him about the fact that he is trying to avoid you. He will make up some sharp excuse and say something he regrets in regards to your clothes and oh, the shame.

Mitsuhide Akechi

Well, this is interesting. Are fabrics expensive from where you come from? Is that why you wear so little? Another result of poverty, or some outrageous sense of fashion that he isn’t aware of yet?

Would see the practicality in the form-fitting tights. They do help with movement, but still, are they also supposed for seduction? Definitely an effective distraction mechanism.

Will make little jokes about how you are probably wearing kid-sized clothing, because that top really should be covering more than just your chest.

Yes, he will tickle you. Your waist will be the main target, because if you are going to reveal that so easily he is going to take advantage of that. I hope you aren’t ticklish.

Masamune Date

It is canon that he (dis)likes our modern undergarments, I think? So, modern gym wear? Count him a fan.

Plenty to see, just enough covered for him to still enjoy. It is bold, it is flashy, it is just his style.

If you ask him he will probably try a crop top or the tights. He will have to say he prefers the crop top, they are nice and flowy. Perfect for a hot day of training, or when in the kitchen. The tights he isn’t a fan of, they feel like they are pressing the blood circulation out of his legs.

Probably the most enthusiastic of the bunch to see and learn more about modern clothes and especially exercise (read: gym) clothes. Your world sounds fascinating and very practical!

Mitsunari Ishida

I can actually see him being blissfully unaware of the extra skin and the form-fitting clothes. He won’t realise it until it is pointed out and even then he won’t see anything wrong with it.

“If you’re comfortable you should wear them!” he will say. “You always look good to me!” he will compliment.

Honestly will be the nicest about it from the bunch. This man is a god-given gift, an angel who fell down to the earth and forgot his wings.

When the weather gets chillier he will worry about you, however. “Ah, are you sure you don’t want anything warmer and more comfortable?” he will ask, but he won’t force you into anything if you tell him no.

Ranmaru Mori

Everyone’s little brother will be a little confused over your dress. What did you call it now? A crop-top?

I feel that, if you have him wear your clothes he will rock them, and even enjoy them. It is like having a little sibling that you can dress up and the likes.

“What? Why are you calling me cute! You are the cute one!” he exclaims, though he does enjoy the attention given, and the colours that crop-tops come in. The tights can stay away, though.

Will be a little bit conscious of your somewhat revealing wardrobe, but will try not to act scandalised about it. He tries to respect you for your choices, even if he worries for your safety and the eyes of the rest of the men.

Yukimura Sanada

He will blush. A lot. And act very scandalised. Mostly because he has no idea how to react to your wardrobe, but also because he can’t get his mind out of the gutter.

“I’m a man too, you know!” he will warn you. Cue confused expression, because what does he mean with that? Gosh, Yuki, no, it isn’t because you’re not considered a man, doof. #misunderstanding.

Will hide you in his sleeves when given the chance. Kimonos have wide sleeves and that means fabric that can cover you up. He will probably not think of carrying an extra cloak with him, because it is Yuki.

“Is this your secret to seducing the Oda-forces!” he will accuse you. Goodbye witchcraft, it is definitely the clothes that are to blame.

Shingen Takeda

“Is this how the gods above dress?” he jokes, appreciating the fashion and how it accentuates your figure.

Though, he will joke around that he will die of blood loss before his illness because of you.

“It is just me, or is it rather hot in here?” he jokes, stripping off his own top.

This man will appreciate it and try to match himself to it as well. It will be a show for sure.

Kenshin Uesugi

Will start out with his usual misogynistic remarks. “Trying to seduce my men, wench?” he says with enough malice.

Though, when he warms up to you he will mind your dress in a whole other way. “If you aren’t careful I will have to hide you,” he warns.

You will see that cage a lot faster than you did before and it is your wardrobe that is to blame. Not that he will let you out if you start dressing more era-appropriately.

Does not enjoy how other people are staring at you for your dress. Will threaten anyone who stares for too long, man and woman alike.

Sasuke Sarutobi

He is used to it, honestly. 21st century man from Japan. He probably has walked through Akihabara (the anime-district in Tokyo) more than once as well. He has seen his fair share of fashion and you are honestly tame.

However, since this is the sengoku era in which they aren’t very friendly towards strangers and basic human rights don’t exist yet he will worry. He will worry himself senseless and follow you around in the shadows.

“Are you sure you don’t want to dress yourself according to the era?” Sasuke tries to reason with you, but after a while he will just relent himself to it.

Will come up with something creative to meet your wishes and wants and that of the Sengoku era standards. There is a hidden fashion designer sheltered within this man.

Yoshimoto Imagawa

Not going to lie, but I feel he will find offense in your wardrobe. He strikes me as rather traditional.

Thinks it is rather classless, though he appreciates the colours. Otherwise he will mourn the loss of the fine sensibilities and elegance that comes with the traditional kimono.

“Must you reveal so much of yourself?” he questions, wondering what the aesthetics are like in your world. Though in time he will come to appreciate it, even if he doesn’t entirely understand.

Will ask you a bunch of questions on why you prefer this. Is it for flowiness and comfort? What about the yukata, have you tried that? Lighter fabrics? Will marvel a bit over the fabrics of your clothes, but also mourn the loss of quality that usually comes with mass-produced clothes.

Kennyo

Frowns at the clothes, wonders why, but keeps his opinions to himself, otherwise. You are your own person and he respects that.

Will make a comment on how men are beasts and beasts can’t be trusted, but otherwise will fight anyone tooth and nail if they dare to harm you, because just because you are dressed weirdly does not mean that they have any right to touch you!

Does marvel at the ease of your clothes and their efficiency. The warrior monks should honestly start to consider employing those tights of yours, because they are definitely a lot better than whatever they are using now and a lot easier to wear.

Will scowl at crop-tops however, because, no. Those are just useless pieces of fabrics that are better off used as napkins. Are you sure you didn’t accidentally run out of fabric when making these?

Motonari Mouri

The one who will mind it the least from all. It will remind him of the belly dancers in the middle-east - arabic countries.

Will definitely ask you if you could perform a dance for him. Feel free to feel offended and to call out this offense, because he does deserve a good wipe-off.

Will be the one supplying you with more short tops, though you can bet that they are more revealing that crop-tops. “What, I thought you liked them short and baring?” he questions, not understanding the difference.

From what I can see from his character design his pants are what comes closest to what your tights are. He will definitely be pulling at the fabric and wonder how it is so stretchy and comfortable and light. He will definitely need to loot a bunch for himself from wherever you got yours.

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Wrestling With Love

Summary: Tahani catches Jason and Eleanor wrestling for the last Hot Pocket and has no idea how to react. Eleanor picks up on her out-of-character awkwardness and decides to help in her own way.

Anon: I love you’re writing! It’s exactly the lightheartedness we need right now! If you’re up for it, could you do one for The Good Place where Eleanor tries to get Tahani to loosen up and let her know that she doesn’t always have to be prim and proper if she doesn’t want to? Growing up in a less than affectionate family, the concept of horseplay and tickling is very foreign to Tahani, and Eleanor is happy to show her that she can be both and elegant lady and a giggling mess whenever she wants

Eleanor skidded into the kitchen, her cactus-print socks slipping frantically across the hardwood. She’d heard the ultimate transgression taking place in her own home, an unfathomable crime that only one man would have the audacity to commit.

“Mendoza.”

“Hi, Eleanor!” Jason waved.

“Unhand the Hot Pocket.” Eleanor pointed an accusatory finger and strode forward. Jason continued to tear open the package.

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s mine!”

“But it’s in the kitchen?”

“Exactly. My kitchen. Which means it’s mine.”

“But I don’t see your name on it. Aren’t you supposed to write your name on it?” Jason turned it over in his hands, earnestly searching for Eleanor’s name. She knew he was being genuine, in his sweet, dumb, way, but that was so obviously a challenge.

“Last chance!” Eleanor made a show of stretching and bouncing around.

“No.”

“...no?” Eleanor stopped.

“I found it, so it’s mine. Florida rules.” He nodded, as if the rule made sense.

“We’re not in Florida.”

“We’re not?” Jason’s eyes widened and he clutched the Hot Pocket in fear.

“I—okay. Last last chance. Hand over the Hot Pocket or I’ll be forced to unleash my wrath.” The threat came out more like an elongated sigh as Eleanor pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Let’s wrestle for it! That’s how I used to settle things with Pillboi!”

“Alright, but I have to warn you, I will probably kill you.” Eleanor assumed a vaguely karate-like pose, but it looked more like she had a leg cramp she couldn’t shake off.

“You may try,” Jason beamed.

“3, 2-”

Eleanor took off, launching herself at Jason with a war cry. He toppled over with an armful of angry, writhing blonde. He maneuvered her beneath him, sprawling over her like a weird throw blanket, and she could feel the air slowly being pushed out of her. A classic move, but no match for an Arizona dirtbag. Eleanor employed her personal favorite technique: poke until the person quits.

She jabbed Jason in the arms and shoulders, delighting in the little grunts of pain he made. One of her pokes caught his ribs and he squeaked, slapping her hand away.

“Oh?” Eleanor smirked, poking him again. A giggle slipped past his lips before he could stop it.

“Tickling is cheating!” Jason whined, rolling off of her and trying to protect his torso. She followed him, and when a pinch to his side made him laugh outright, she lit up.

“I don’t think so, bud. It’s not my fault you’re ticklish.” She wormed her hands past his arms and wriggled her fingers into his stomach. Jason fell into giggles, kicking his legs, but still held tight to the Hot Pocket.

That was alright. He’d give it to her eventually.

“Eleanor!”

“Yes? I’m listening.” She buried her hands under his arms and he squealed, trying to shove her away with one hand. He held the Hot Pocket as far out of her reach as possible, but his arm was shaking, and it was only a matter of time before he handed her the prize.

“What are you two doing?” Tahani poked her head around the corner before coming to hover in the doorway.

“I’m absolutely destroying Jason in a tickle fight.” Eleanor grinned down at him, just a smidge drunk with power.

“Why?”

“Because I want the last Hot Pocket.” Eleanor furrowed her brow.

“Couldn’t you talk things out? Reach a diplomatic agreement for both parties?” Tahani flinched when Jason squealed again. Eleanor’s fingers searched for a surrender under his arms, and it was only a matter of time until he gave in. Was the Hot Pocket easily accessible with the way Jason had curled up? Yes, but it was about the moral victory.

Chidi would be proud. Probably.

“Tahani, babe, there is no peaceful way to decide who gets the last Hot Pocket. It always ends in blood—or in Jason’s case, laughter.” Eleanor wiggled her fingers in the air over him, giving him another chance to willingly surrender, but he flipped the two of them over and grabbed hold of Eleanor’s knee.

“Hey! Tahani, hehelp!”

“Jason, cut it out. Release her at once.” Tahani assumed her ‘stern voice’ and straightened her posture. Jason didn’t even blink in her direction.

“What’s the magic word?” Jason sang, pinching at Eleanor’s knee like there was no tomorrow.

“Please?” Tahani tried.

“Nope! It’s hot wings.” Jason beamed.

“That’s...two words. It also isn’t much of a password if you just tell me the answer.” Tahani raised an eyebrow. Jason hooked his fingers behind Eleanor’s knee and she kicked, muffling her frantic laughter in her hands.

“Okay, try and guess the new password.”

“Is it—Is it hot wings, again?” Tahani chuckled.

“Yep!”

“I’m dying!” Eleanor wheezed, pushing her heels along the floor to scoot away. Hot Pocket forgotten, Jason pulled her back and tickled her stomach, laughing along with her. Jason wiggled his fingers in the air before darting down to squeeze her sides, and growls permeated her next set of giggles at the role-reversal.

“Do you wanna help?” Jason gently pulled Tahani’s hand until she kneeled next to Eleanor.

“N-No! No helping!” Eleanor pointed a shaky finger at the two of them. Jason rolled his eyes and affixed his hands to her ribs, giggling at the way she would try to curl up. Tahani experimentally ran her nails over Eleanor’s knee and she yelped.

Oh?

Tahani scooted over, brow furrowed in concentration, and hiked Eleanor’s leg into her lap. Her fingers skimmed curiously over the denim, dancing in various swirls and lines to pull the sweetest music from Eleanor. It felt like learning guitar after learning to play piano--you knew all the sounds, but your fingers would trip when met with strings, rather than keys.

She knew what tickling was, of course, but to enact it? Her only reference points were films and Jason’s guidance. With the way Eleanor was cackling, though, it seemed like she was doing a decent job.

“Counterattack!” Eleanor squeaked, reaching up to quickly tickle Tahani’s stomach. Tahani made a tiny noise of surprise and flinched away, hands flying to cover her face. When the attack didn’t persist, she slowly peeked through the gaps in her fingers to find Jason and Eleanor staring, wide-eyed.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She silently cursed the obvious waver in her voice, but the way her friends were watching her was downright terrifying. She immediately got the sense that no stern voice would get her out of whatever she just stumbled into.

“My dear, sweet, giraffe. Have you been holding out on me?” Eleanor scooted close with an objectively evil grin.

“Sorry?”

“You will be.” Eleanor pulled Tahani close, scribbling experimentally at her stomach. Tahani peeped--quite literally peeped--and wrinkled her nose with a smile.

“For the record, you’re infuriatingly adorable,” Eleanor grinned, wriggling her fingers into Tahani’s sides. She yelped and fell into loud, melodic laughter, eyes wide as if startled by her own volume. Air fled her lungs far faster than she could replenish it, and she snorted around her next batch of giggles.

“Do that again.” Eleanor’s hands stilled.

“Absolutely not.”

“Please?” Eleanor looked at her so earnestly that Tahani’s breath caught in her throat. If Kamilah--or worse, her parents--had heard her make a noise like that, she’d be the laughingstock of every event for months afterward. But Eleanor didn’t have the sneer that her family usually wore, only an amused smile and soft, genuine eyes.

“Even if I wanted to, I can’t just...do it on command.” Tahani averted her eyes, cheeks pink, but she could still feel Eleanor’s piercing gaze on the side of her face.

“Oh, I can help with that.” Eleanor started up again, much more gentle than she was with Jason, and with each twitch of her fingers she asked an unspoken question. Each pause between scribbles and waves of pokes inquired if Tahani wanted to stop, but...she didn’t. Eleanor’s playful attitude was so contagious that it inspired Tahani to not self-destruct when she snorted again and again, like a giggly, broken record.

“I wish you’d laugh like this more often,” Eleanor sighed, pained, but she didn’t relent--she just kept giving Tahani little windows to flee. She just gripped Eleanor’s wrists and laughed with reckless abandon.

“I really shouldn’t--Eleanor!”

“Why not?”

“I-It isn’t--” Tahani’s voice got stuck on her laughter before her barely-coherent sentence had the chance to leave her mouth. Every time she tried to speak, more giggles and titters floated out of her in place of words.

“I have no idea what you were gonna say, but the fact that you couldn’t finish means it didn’t matter. Besides, there’s no need for, like, a presidential speech. Normal people laugh, Tahani.”

“I’m not normal!” That wasn’t all that she’d intended to say, but all her coherent thoughts were fighting and losing against another round of snort-filled laughter.

“Are you kidding? The only thing not normal about you is how cute your laugh is! You sound like a princess! Ignoring how angry that makes me, you are as normal as anyone else.” Eleanor squeezed her sides and Tahani squealed, then groaned. Eleanor couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“Noooo,” Tahani whined, hiding her face in her hands.

“Yes. I bet even the Queen of England has snorted once. You can be all snooty-” she dragged out the ‘o’ while poking Tahani’s stomach- “and have fun.”

“I promise that there’s nothing unladylike about making your friends laugh. It’s the only skill on my resume, which makes me a professional, which also means that you have to listen to me.” Eleanor tugged Tahani’s hands away from her face and brushed her hair away from her eyes.

“Repeat after me. I, Tahani Al-Jamil…” Eleanor raised her right hand. Tahani just watched her with a silly smile until Eleanor rolled her eyes and raised Tahani’s hand for her.

“I, Tahani Al-Jamil….”

“....have the world’s cutest laugh.” Eleanor beamed.

“I am not saying that.” Tahani tried to cover her bashfulness with an indignant huff, but the grin on her face undermined her attempts.

“Well, it’ll be a lot harder to say laughing, but I respect your desire for a challenge.” Eleanor nestled her fingers just behind Tahani’s ears, taking her by surprise. Before she could even hope to fortify her composure, she crumpled into Eleanor’s arms. High-pitched, screamy giggles erupted from her poorly covered face as she tried to turtle her way to safety.

“Alright, my laugh is c-cute! Cut it out already!” She swatted in the general vicinity of Eleanor’s hands but she missed every time. Eleanor slowed down, smoothing and tucking Tahani’s hair with light fingers just to hear a few more whispers of laughter.

The crinkle of a wrapper shattered the mirth-charged air, and two pairs of eyes turned to watch Jason dispose of the Hot Pocket packaging. The empty Hot Pocket packaging, to be exact.

“I was hungry.” Jason shrugged, completely oblivious to the murderous look in Eleanor’s eyes. Tahani could feel the simmering rage emanating from her, and if it wasn’t for the familiar way that Eleanor’s fingers were twitching, Tahani would have feared for Jason’s life.

She still did, but it was less likely that Eleanor would have the patience to kill him with laughter versus, well, a stranglehold.

“Tahani--”

“On it.” Tahani helped Eleanor to her feet. Jason’s eyes widened and he bolted, already giggling, with his friends hot on his heels.

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