#vld tickling

[yelmor-boots]

romellura (either platonic or romantic, you can decide)

i'll post the klance one on valentine's day

[gabe-76]

Tickletober 2024 - Day 19: Make Up (Klance)

[heynhay]

perchance, klance as a crimefighting cowboy-esque gunslinging duo?

well since you asked so nicely

[dapperenby13]

I know I’ve said this before but I think the best characters are those that are weapons, machines, puppets. They have been given a Purpose and if they do not fulfill it they see themselves as worthless. They were given a sword and told to kill, a sharp tongue and told to lie, a mission and told to finish it. They do not see themselves as people, but as objects. Any pain they feel is meaningless as long as they succeed. They are to be used, and if they fail then they accept their demise.

Idk just something’s about living weapons

[milder-manners]

man, vld was such a cool show. I am 100% completely biased here because vld is my first fandom but the og castle crew has such a deep reserve in my heart. I never realized how much personality everyone had until recently.

The most hilarious thing is, everyone cares and loves each other but they also barely knew each other at all?? (especially in the early seasons.) Like, the closest in the group were Keith and Shiro, and Lance and Hunk, who knew each other since childhood, but everyone else just fucking met or at most vaguely familiar and now they're fighting this war together as the Chosen Ones of the galaxy?

I know this is standard adventure group 101: Found Family, where everyone is begrudgingly forced together via circumstance and learn to love each other over time; but vld does this funny thing where everyone just decided to skip the "learn about one another stage" and jump right into "trust this person with your very life" and it somehow worked??? At least for me??

The bonding moments in the show where everyone is learning about each others' cultures or some aspect of the worldbuilding together hit so hard for me because this is the "learn about each other stage" but everyone is doing it because they're friends. Like it's extra sweet.

[bubblegum-switch]

Good Morning

Word count: 2k

Rating: G (it’s actually completely SFW – you could read it to a child as a bedtime story like there’s nothing even remotely nsfw even the language)

Time: is irrelevant. It’s sometime in the future.

Characters: Keith, Lance

Pairing: Klance

Genre: so fluffy it gave me cavities

Themes: Ticklish!Lance, Ticklish!Keith, who doesn’t love fluffy morning tickle fights?, I’m eternally glad these two tied holy shit, I went for something less cheesy and less urgent than a crying baby btw, this is so Soft I love it, this isn’t as long as I would’ve like but whatever it’s still cute as friCK, also this is domestic as fuck it’s so pure, this is written in memoriam to my cat and also is so self-indulgent you have no idea, this is so #goals it’s not even funny, you can’t convince me Lance wouldn’t sleep shirtless or that he wouldn’t love sleeping with the windows open in summer fiGHT ME, there’s literally 0 angst in this I swear it’s too cute, this feels unfinished but I couldn’t think of any way to extend it, also i’m shit at titles thx

A/N: Remember that contest/poll thing I ran to see who you all thought would hate mornings more? Well, this is what I was planning. Whomever lost would’ve been the ‘lee in this situation, but since they tied… also I meant to have this done for 100 followers but that snuck up really fast, so y’all are getting it now.

A/N 2: ok I actually threw a request in here b/c I could and I really want to clean my prompts out T-T I’m so bad at keeping on track but hey I got one done: Anonymous asked: Ahhh I don't know if your still doing request, but could you do Keith giving The Claw™ To Lance? I feel like that would be super cute ☺️

The sun streamed in through the bedroom windows as the two young men opened their eyes. The cream walls were glowing gold with the ribbons leaking in through the gaps in the blinds, painting pictures that fluctuated as the morning breeze drifted in through the opened windows. Lance always liked them open in summer, and Keith found he liked them too. It was nice waking up to fresh air.

Lance rolled over and met Keith’s strange and lovely purple-ish eyes with his own indigo ones. He smiled at the way Keith’s dark hair fell over his face, and how his lips were slightly parted, and how there was a crease on his face from the wrinkled pillowcase…

Keith chuckled. “Enjoying the view?”

Lance blushed just slightly at having been caught. He smiled sheepishly and looked away for a moment, before snuggling closer. “Like always,” he said, muffled into the red boy’s chest.

Their breaths were evening back out, deepening as their eyelids became heavier once again. In the soft light of the room they were drifting back off—

*Crash*

Their eyes cracked open again as they realized why they had woken up simultaneously the first time.

Keith groaned. “Your turn,” a slight smile was playing on his lips.

Lance turned onto his stomach and hugged his pillow. “No… lemme sleep,” he croaked out in his morning voice. “Besides, before 9am she’s your cat.”

Keith moved closer to Lance and wrapped himself around him, nestling into his side and burying his face into the soft shirt that was used as a pajama top. “It’s 10:13 Lance…”

“…It’s earlier somewhere.”

They heard Violet sprint the length of the house, small paws thundering impossibly loudly for her size. There was another crash. Both groaned, pulling the blanket up further.

“L a n c e …”

“K e i t h …”

“Lance the sooner you take care of her the sooner we can go back to sleep.”

“Ugh, but if I do that I’ll be too awake to go back to sleep. You do it.”

The bedroom door rattled as they saw the perpetrator’s fluffy black paws appear underneath it and begin shaking it.

“K e i t h… the baby’s hungry…” Lance turned over and tried to ignore Keith, hoping to get the last word.

Violet essentially yelled from the other side at them.

“Lance, it’s your turn,” the red paladin buried his face in his pillow as the door continued shaking.

“No…” Lance shot out a hand behind him, aiming for really anywhere on Keith. He heard a yelp as he squeezed his target’s side. “Keith go help the baby,” he smirked as the paws retreated and the little cat left to tear through the house again.

“So, it’s gonna be like that huh?” Keith smiled into the plushness under his face. “It’s your turn, Lance.”

Keith turned his face to see Lance’s back facing him. Lance had gone to sleep without a shirt again, as he so often did on hot humid nights that turned into these soft sunny mornings. He gently traced a finger up and down Lance’s spine as he watched him shudder and saw goosebumps arise on his skin.

Lance squeezed his side again and Keith had to resist the urge to curl up. He bit his lip instead and moved his finger a little faster along his spine. He felt Lance’s breathing become more irregular as he was trying to stifle little breathy giggles threatening to pour out.

“Ihihit’s your tuhuhurn Lahance,” Keith managed to get out. “Cohohome ohohon…”

Lance began feebly drumming his fingers against Keith’s stomach. The angle he was at – arm twisted behind him and acting blindly – made it somewhat difficult. The fumbling led to Keith being able to dust his hand over Lance’s shoulderblades and just at the edge of his armpits, which made him seize up and start giggling uncontrollably as Lance withdrew his hand.

“Keihihith nohohoho…”

“Go take care of Violet and I’ll stop. Then we can both go back to sleep,” he hummed contentedly. He reached the base of Lance’s neck and the blue paladin’s laughs increased in pitch.

Lance turned over and managed to pull himself against Keith. “Just lemme sleeeep…” he slurred, muffled, into Keith’s chest. Keith was also shirtless, since it was just too warm to sleep with a shirt, but also because he really liked that increased contact with Lance.

Now? It might not have been the best idea, he thought as Lance nuzzled into his chest. His hair… it was brushing his skin just enough to make his breath hitch in his throat. Keith brought his hands to Lance’s sides and held him close, in part just to, well, hold him close and enjoy it. It was also a good pinning technique when both parties were still half-asleep.

However, it quickly backfired when he felt fingers drumming at his hips. He retaliated by brushing behind Lance’s ears, causing the blue paladin to huff little breaths into his chest. The fingers never stopped, though.

Lance pressed in a little more. “Just go take care of her Keith…” He smiled against his skin that was still warm from sleep. He started wandering his hands up Keith’s ribs.

“Nohoho Lahahahance—” he tried to swat the wandering hands away, but Lance persisted. He figured he’d take it up a notch, and rolled them over so he was on top of Lance.

The blue paladin looked up at him, smiling lazily. Both were still too asleep to really defend themselves against anything, so Lance just went with it.

Keith spidered his fingers around Lance’s stomach. Lance began laughing more heartily now, but as he had more experience in this kind of thing from his large family, he was able to fight back. He directed his hands up to Keith’s exposed upper ribs where they met his sides. Keith broke out into a stream of giggles and tried to protect himself, rolling back onto the bed with Lance on top now. Lance smiled down at the man he loved more than anything, the sun once again falling across his bright eyes. He leaned down and kissed Keith softly, and instantly felt him return it. Lance cupped his head from behind with a free hand and felt Keith smile into the kiss as he hummed softly.

Then he felt Keith reach up and scratch at his stomach again. Lance instantly broke the kiss with laughter, and Keith laughed in return.

“Oh, that’s rude babe, I can’t even have a kiss?” Lance fake-pouted after composing himself.

The door shook on its hinges again. “It’s your turn, so no, you can’t,” Keith smirked.

“Well I want to stay in bed, so you do it,” he rebutted, turning around and reaching for Keith’s knees. His movements were still groggy, which made it easy to follow him. Keith saw how Lance’s feet were near his arms now, and just as Lance was about to attack his knees Keith struck his soles with light but steady touches.

Lance practically fell over forward, giggling like a maniac now as Keith continued to tickle his scrunched-up soles.

“Come on, the sooner you attend to the baby the sooner you can come back to bed…” Keith said over the effervescent laughter coming from the blue paladin’s mouth.

“Nohohoho Keihihith…”

The cat yelled again from the door.

“Kehihith shehehehe wahahants yohohohou…”

Keith smirked. “No, I think she wants you… come on I want to go back to sleep too.”

The red paladin had to pause for a moment to yawn. Lance used the opportunity as an opportunity to strike back. He twisted around and managed to pin Keith’s arms down at his own sides with his knees. Keith instantly started blushing, body too heavy to move out from under the other paladin.

“Come on babe, ‘the sooner you attend to the baby the sooner you can come back to bed…’” Lance mocked playfully. “Look, I wanna go back to sleep, you wanna go back to sleep, just go feed her and we can come back and snuggle all day.” He smiled down at the one trapped beneath him.

Keith rolled his eyes, fighting a smile. “It’s your turn.”

Lance grinned widely. “Alright, but you could’ve avoided this,” he teased as he used both hands to spider all over Keith’s stomach, ribs, chest and sides. The red paladin turned beet red and laughed heartily, trying his best to escape. He was trapped, but his mind was clearing up as time went on from the adrenaline.

“Lahahance nohohoho ihihihit’s yohohor tuhuhuhurn!”

“You’re putting up quite a fight to avoid feeding a cat, it’s a simple task really,” Lance smirked down at him, now playing his ribs like a piano.

“IhIhIhIhI cohould sahahahay the sahahame thihihing tohohoho you!”

“True, but right now I have the higher ground and I don’t think you’re in any position to be arguing,” he pointed back. He paused to yawn, having needed to since Keith had, and Keith rolled Lance off of him and below him again.

“What was that?” He grinned down at the blue paladin. “Looks like you’re in for it now.” Keith pinned Lance’s arms beneath him, mirroring the reversed position from moments before.

The red paladin grinned as he got an idea. “Lance, it’s your turn to feed her. Will you do it?”

Lance looked confused. “I feel like you’re backtracking here a little, buddy. We’ve already established—oh no.”

Keith chuckled as Lance caught sight of his hand shaping into a claw above them. He started squirming and laughing nervously, and a blush started to spread across his face.

“K-Keith cahan we tahalk about thihis…” he giggled nervously from anticipation.

“Oh, we’re done talking,” Keith practically growled.

Lance’s face turned red at that, and he watched Keith’s hand grow closer and closer to his bare stomach. He couldn’t escape, and he knew what was coming. Not the claw not the claw not the claw not the claw not the claw not th

Lance nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt five fingertips make contact with his skin and vibrate madly. He began cackling as Keith smiled over him. Keith knew he couldn’t keep up this forever since this was his worst spot and Lance did need to breathe… but for now he could go for a while.

Lance felt each digit of Keith’s hand vibrate on its own and his laughter nearly went silent. Keith laughed at the squeaks that interspersed themselves among the gasping breaths. Whether Lance’s face being as red as it was amongst wrenched-shut eyes was from the lack of oxygen or simply from being impossibly flustered was unknown, though Keith expected the latter.

Keith did let up soon though, and Lance took in massive breaths of air.

“You… are… gonna kill me… with that someday…”

Keith combed through Lance’s hair with his fingers. “We both know you love it, don’t be such a drama queen,” he said, ending with a kiss to his nose.

Keith rolled off of him and laid beside him as Violet returned to shake the door again.

“You know Keith, I’ve come to a terrifying realization,” Lance said groaning.

“What is it?”

Lance looked dead at him. “We’re both too awake to go back to sleep now, thanks to you.”

The red paladin laughed heartily at him pouting. “Hey you could’ve avoided it if you just did what you were supposed to!”

“You know I never go down without a fight,” he rebutted pointedly.

Keith chuckled at his antics. “You just wanted me to tickle you, huh?”

Lance’s mouth snapped closed and his face grew red.

“Even now you think it’s a surprise that I know,” the red paladin smiled fondly.

“Sh-shut up man,” Lance playfully shoved him, but he came back with a poke to Lance’s side causing the blue paladin to squeak again.

The little cat yelled from outside the door again.

“Ugh… Alright, alright I’m coming,” Lance conceded. “But—”

“But?” Keith raised an eyebrow.

“But… only if you help me make breakfast,” he grinned.

“You think I wouldn’t?” He smiled, then winced as the blinds shifted and a sunbeam fell into his eye.

Lance laughed. “Come on babe, let’s get up.”

[duckymcdoorknob]

Daily Speedwrite Pairings: Day 3

“That’s Stupid!” -Klance

Lance trudged around the ship, desperately trying to occupy himself. Why out of all days his crew mates had to go to the space mall was beyond him. Nonetheless, he wanted to spend his day training and relaxing in his room, but he couldn’t find himself able to do so.

“Hey Lance if you keep pacing like that, you’re gonna make the space mice nervous.” A cool and calm voice suddenly sounded, Keith.

“That’s stupid!” Lance snapped in anger, turning to see his smartass friend, who was displaying a proud face.

“It’s not stupid. You’re just a buffoon.” Keith sated, cozying himself into the couch beneath his body.

“That’s it!” Lance cried, wrestling the latter against the tough, leathery, exterior of the furniture.

“GAH! LANCE!“ Keith yelped, trashing about with his friend.

The two boys grunted and chuckled, each trying to get the upper hand on each other. The wrestling ultimately came to an end when Lance pinned Kieth and an anguished squeak emitted from the black haired teen.

“Dude! What the hell was that?” Lance chimed, eyes sparkling with delight.

“Absolutely nothing! Leave me aloooone!” Keith whined, attempting to trash about from under Lance’s evil clutches.

“I think,” the latter replied, squishing a free hand into Keith’s side, “someone’s a widdel ticklish.” He cooed.

“n-no I’m not!” Keith said through gritted teeth, “m’fine’.”

“Oh yeah? So fine that I could do.... this.?” At that moment, Lance removed his fingers from the black haired boy’s sides, and dug ferociously into Keith’s stomach.

“mmMMMM Lahahahahahancehehe!” Keith whined, turning his blushing face from his attacker.

“Let me see youuuu~” the brunette cooed, masturfully letting his hands explore the latter’s torso.

“Stahahahapihihihit!” Keith looked absolutely adorable to Lance, who craved the black haired boy’s rare smile.

“Mmmmm...” Lance fake pondered, releasing his assaulting hand from a giggling Keith, “‘nope!” Lance chimed as he dug an arm under the boy’s arm.

Well that did if.

“STAHAH- STAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHOHO! LAHAHAHAHANCEHEHEHE!” Keith thrives under Lance’s touch, putting up a grand fight.

In the end, Lance has most definitely beat Keith in wrestling, beat him again in Bop It, and now has a brand new way to keep his friends in line.

And a way to convince Keith to give him what he wants. But that’s a surprise tool that can help later.

YALL THIS ONE IS SO SHORT

Day 3 of doing these hella late but I need to get chapters out so enjoy my awful and short writing.

[flowerconnoisseur]

Shance Fluff Week 2018

June 9th: War/Peace

[messisauce]

they really out here naming cosmo with a k just to keep the Kogane k name going 

[bubblegum-switch]

I feel like Keith squirms a lot. Ahhh that'd be so cute ^^

omg yes totally!! like lance just kinda lays down and aside from a few places is good at being still but keith?? nope if lance even looks at him with That Glint in his eyes then keith will start and g o d it just makes it even worse(better) for himmm

[guillotinedangel]

Ship me with someone! I’m a dirty blonde, 5’4, glasses, just got my braces off, I have chronic depression and horrible anxiety, I spend most of my time in my room drawing or playing video games, I have two siblings who I care deeply for, I’m super sarcastic and I have lost friends over it, and I love fan fiction.

Hi, sweetheart! Well, first of all, as a sarcastic person myself, I want to tell you something that it’s really important: if you lose a “friend” for being who you really are around them, you let them go. And you feel good about it, because that’s a dead weight you got rid of. And believe me, as a person who has experimented it, there’s nothing worse than a fake friend. So said that, I hope you enjoy and:

I ship you with Lance!

Because, who’s better than this guy to cheer you up when you most need it!

Can you even think about it?

I bet you can.

Cuddling, and kisses. He would be all over you.

He holds your hand when you are feeling anxious in public.

And never leaves you alone when your depression strikes.

Because he is ALWAYS there for you.

GAMING TOGETHER.

In his room.

“Oh, you won again? That’s not fair!”

He punishes you.

With tickles!

And that develops into neck kisses. And into sex.

Okay, but, you two are a bomb of sarcasm.

Knowing Lance, he would probably read fanfiction with you.

And ship your OTP.

Fanboy Lance ™.

-Chimera.

[venushasvixens]

Remember Me? - Lotor x Reader One Shot

[A/N] VLD was one of the first fandoms that I joined, and who else to simp after but the long haired troubled space prince? This was the first character that I wrote for, and had so many plans for a full fic like I do now with Life is but a Dream. At the time, I couldn’t due to my busy schedule and the ideas were abandoned. Rewatching the show sparked an interest back for a small super short one shot, a revisit to the first character who had helped improve my writing and thought process. I hope you all could enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it. (They still did his character dirty though, and I can’t forgive that).

-

It’s been so long.”

“I know.”

Lotor’s back was leaned against the leather couch, with you seated in his lap. It was forever since the last time you saw him. Diplomatic missions and the tasks of a prince took the most precious time between you both.

Through it all, you and Lotor managed to make it work.

“What did you do while I was gone?” Lotor questioned, his lavender colored hand intertwining with yours.

You sighed. “Waited for you to come back.”

Lotor chuckled, placing a kiss on your hand. “That couldn’t possibly be the only thing you did.

“I did raise some hell with Ezor.” You smiled.

“A sentence I’m all too familiar with.” Lotor rolled his eyes, rubbing the small of your back. “What did you do?”

Lying could save a reprimand and a scolding from your prince, but honesty was supposed to be the only answer. It was smart to choose the latter.

“Promise not to get mad at me?” You said softly, placing a sweet kiss on Lotor’s lips. He hummed in satisfaction.

“I promise, my love.” He replied.

“Had a small race in the nearby system. Maybe I did some damage to my ship. Probably triggered some alarms. Put a few fleets on high alert.” You said.

Lotor’s mouth formed in a thin line. Sensing his worry, you placed your knees on either side of Lotor’s legs. Grabbing his hands, you gently moved them around your waist.

“You’re mad, aren’t you?” You mumbled, initiating your trap on Lotor.

“Not mad, just worried and slightly upset.”he replied, his grip on you tightening. “I think upset is a bit of an understatement.”

You kissed Lotor, trailing a line from his cheek and down onto his neck. You could feel his muscles relax under your touch, tension releasing from his aching body. Snaking your hands through his silver white hair, you tugged ever so slightly, illicationg a small moan from Lotor.

“Forgive me, please.” You whispered in between kisses.

“I always will.” He sighed, his eyes fluttering open to watch you loving him.

Your lips met, a sloppy, uncoordinated dance or passion orchestrated between you both. Lotor’s tongue played light fully on yours, trying to fight for some leverage over you. You responded with force, your arms wrapped around his neck, a signal for wanting more. This could go in for hours, and you would never tire for a second.

By now Lotor had you on your back, strands of his hair tickling your face. Pulling back for air, the prince gazed upon his one true love. Your hair splayed out, soft panting breaths, and a slight tint of red on your cheeks, brought together a masterpiece of beauty in Lotor’s eyes.

You smiled up at him, brushing his hair back. Holding his face, Lotor placed his hand over your own.

“I love you so much. Don’t ever forget that.” Lotor proclaimed breathlessly, leaning down to kiss you even more.

Safe, secure, and loved, your time with Lotor had only begun.

[wlwvoltron]

keith is really ticklish and as the youngest sibling this was exploited by shiro so whenever anyone tries to touch him in a place he’s remotely ticklish he pulls out a knife

[ajaxskingdom]

What about Lance teasing Keith (boyfriend or not), and getting in trouble with Shiro (the responsible bf) but uses flirting skills and gets away with it (but Keith isn't happy about it)

i have the perfect idea

It’s only been a week or so since the trio had started dating. None of the others were surprised, they saw how they all looked at the each other when the other wasn’t looking. Honestly, when they came out to the group about their relationship, Pidge murmured a quiet ‘about fucking time’ that was quickly followed by Shiro scolding her for cursing.

What were they doing right now, though?

Keith and Lance were laying in Shiro’s room, the smaller of the two curled into his chest. Shiro was currently talking with Allura about battle plans and the two hadn’t been needed so they ran off to their boyfriend’s room. Lance ran his fingers through Keith’s hair before pausing, a teasing smile slowly curling his lips upwards.

“We should cut your hair.” Lance stated, tone completely serious and expression stone faced when Keith looked back at him in horror.

“How about we don’t do that?” He ducked away from the Blue Paladin’s hand, brows furrowed slightly. Lance’s mask cracked when he snorted and tightened his arm around his small boy, hand going back to his hair.

“Oh come on, you’d look cute with short hair.” He hummed, blue eyes sparkling with amusement. Keith huffed quietly and squirmed in the other’s hold slightly, attempting to get out of it.

“I’m cute enough.” He murmured, ignoring the feeling of heat rising to his cheeks when he felt lips press against his cheek.

“You’re right, you are cute. But I still think you’d look cuter with shorter hair.” Lance then hummed and felt a small smirk curl his lips upward. The hand in his hair moved to the back of the Red Paladin’s head, fingers digging into the soft mess and tugged, humming at the gasp that left his boyfriend. “Then again, it’s a nice grip for when we-”

“Lance!” The smaller male sounded horrified, face flushed a dark shade of red. The door opened just then and Shiro stood there, quirking a brow slightly. Keith squirmed in Lance’s hold when he noticed the other, whining. “Shiro, he’s doing it again!” The older male just looked at the two, head slowly cocking to the side.

“He does a lot of things, Keith. You need to be more specific.” Shiro approached the nineteen years olds, a small smile playing his lips. “Wait, no, I can guess what he’s doing. Lance, we’ve talked about this.” The whine that left the Blue Paladin pulled a quiet chuckle from Shiro.

“Oh come on, Taaakashi, it’s all in good fun!” Lance grinned slightly at the light flush dusting the older male’s cheeks at the sound of his name falling from the other’s lips. “Come on, handsome, can you really blame me for teasing this cute little shit?” Keith gasped and elbowed Lance lightly at the last statement. Lance snorted, his grin just widening when Shiro looked away with a quiet murmur of ‘not really’.

“I’m being attacked!”

“Oh I can show you attacked.”

“Lance, don’t you dare-”

Pidge slowly backed up from the door she was about to knock on, quirking a brow at the sound of laughter coming from the room. A soft smile found its way onto her face when Keith’s shriek of ‘Shiro not you too’ left the room before it was followed by even more laughter.

She wasn’t going to ruin this for them.

[bubblegum-switch]

When Keith and Lance are training together and they they tickle each other in between punched but then it just becomes a whole tickle fight

AAAAAAAH Y E S SO MUCH YES

Ask me anything for Sleepover Saturday!

[ticklefits]

Heyy would you be open to do 18 with Klance? No worries if not, hope you have a great week ✨💛

OOOOF this is so horrifyingly late, i hope you had a stellar week yourself and that u enjoy this silly lil thing i made kjhgkfl

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18. “Wait… That tickled?”

“You sure you wanna do this, Lance?” 

The Altean ambassador in question nods, lifting the sword he had borrowed from Kolivan and shifting into a stance of defense, though from Keith’s perspective, it was a little weak. “Yeah, c’mon⎯ you can’t be the only cool swordsman around here.”

A roll of tempest eyes ensues, Keith’s own frame moving to settle into a proper stance that was ready to strike. “You’re already our cool, resident sharpshooter. Where did you get the idea to learn how to use a sword?” On the edge of those words lies an obviously teasing tone, one coupled with a gesture of his hand that told Lance to make the first move. 

Anticipation flares within the pit of his gut, but he does as instructed, lunging forward with a swing of the steel in his grip. Keith easily blocks the attack and counters with a parry, one that further impairs his posture and makes it all that much harder to make a comeback. Lance grunts and dips at the hips to dodge an oncoming slash, stretching backwards in a lean that narrowly avoids the side of the blade. What Lance doesn’t realize is how much closer Keith’s gotten to him and with a launch of his arm, gloved digits press into, squeeze at and push at his opponent’s stomach, forcing him to collapse right on his ass. The strange thing that occurs, however, is the fact that right before Lance took a dive, Keith heard his boyfriend giggle.

“Wait,” Keith begins, a thick brow ascending along the surface of his temple, the corners of his lips perking into a budding smirk, “⎯That tickled?” 

Lance’s eyes widened at Keith’s realization of accidentally hitting at a sensitive spot, but his pride refuses to permit him to give in. He releases a defiant huff through flared nostrils, scrambling to rise back up to his feet and attempting to will the spread of blossom-pink heat away from his cheeks. 

“N-No! It did not! That was a cheap trick you just did Keith, take me seriously!” Yet when the aforementioned moves to sheath his sword as he advances, Lance knows right then and there that he’s fucked. There’s an immediate squeak from the amateur swordsman when Keith closes in, hands up in the air with fingers wriggling slightly at Lance.

“Cheap trick? I’m offended. All I did was knock you down, you’re the one who’s so ticklish that merely touching your stomach was enough to get you giggling.” 

And Keith is rewarded with yet another giggle, observing with a smugness now sewn into his smirk as Lance backs away from him. “H-Hey, c’mon, Keith, nohoho⎯”

“No, what?” The tonality of his words feign an innocence that even Lance knows is fake, but it doesn’t help the anticipation and butterflies swirling about in his stomach, “I’m not even touching you, babe.” 

“Not yehehet!” A small oof leaks from Lance’s lips when he notices something hard behind him, denying him further space to continue his fleeing from Keith. He’d backed right into a wall, and now was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Keith was quick to diminish the distance between the two of them, Lance leaning as much into the wall as possible with the hopes that he would just sink into the surface of it and escape his impending doom. 

But he just wasn’t that lucky. 

“Not yet,” Keith mimics, yet not even a moment later, digits settle on Lance’s sides and stroke at the cloth covered skin, “Now I am.”

“Keeeheheheheith!” Giggles burst from the sharpshooter’s chest, immediately squirming against the wall as his hands grip onto Keith’s wrists, with all the good that’ll do him. “N⎯Nonononohohohoho!”

“Think of it as stamina training, Lance.” That’s an excuse Keith has utilized before to justify tickling the shit out of the other male and it’s grown tired, especially to Lance, but it works as a tease all the same. 

“I⎯⎯I dohohon’t neheheheed sta⎯hahahamina trainihihihihihing!” Lance had indulged in a minuscule break from the throes of battle and missions as the new Altean ambassador, but he was more than ready to dip his toes back into the water and wash off the rust of complacency. Keith, on the other hand, is more than ready to test out his current progress. 

“I dunno.. It seems like you kinda do. I mean, look at how much you’re already sinking to the floor, just from a little tickling. You’ve gotta get sturdier than this, babe. Especially if you want to get on missions with me.” The Blade of Marmora has gifted Keith an exception to their rule regarding non-members attending missions with members, so long as Lance is personally trained by and vouched for by Keith himself before setting foot out in association to them. It's a blessing, yet also something of a curse as well, to the both of them. 

“Okay! Okahahahay, I geheheht it! I’ll do beheh⎯betteheheher! Plehehehease, stahahap!” Lance’s pleas huff out in short breaths, his giggling reigning over every other verbal function of his body and his wiggling growing worse by the second. 

Considering they still had hours of training left to achieve, and Keith could always continue this playfulness later when the situation was a bit less serious, his fingers slow to a halt and remove themselves from his boyfriend’s physique. He leaps back a bit, cautious, as though Lance may try to enact a vendetta right there, despite the slightly taller male indulging in the opportunity to suck up some air. 

“Alright then. Pick up your sword and let’s go again,” In tandem with his words, Keith unsheathes his own sword once more, legs shifting to return to his prior battle stance, “I want to see improvement on your stances and more power in your swings. If I manage to knock you down again, I’m gonna tickle you again. Got it?”

Lance gulps, but the threat ignites a heat under him that he hadn’t felt before. He imitates Keith’s stance and performs it much better than earlier, earning a gaze of approval from his love. A bit of confidence rushes through and leads his charge with a swing that Keith actually has some difficulty blocking. They continue on like that for hours, training and aiding one another in becoming even stronger, to the point that when Hunk goes to check on them, he notices them huddled up together against the wall, dozing off against each other.