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Hi!

Can you write a lee tim and ler jason tickle fic, please? Basically, Jason and Tim are sparring in the batcave, and after a few rough hits from jason (the main goal is to see who taps out first), Tim says that he can handle anything Jason throws at him and more, and Jason is like "oh yeah?" And after some more sparring and faster moves from Tim and Jason, Jason gets fed up and jabs him in the ribs to throw him off and then pinning him to the mat tickling him.

You don't have to write this, btw! And thank you!!

yes yes yes, so happy to fill this prompt!!! I had a lot of fun with it!! I didn't want it to turn out too much like the sparring/tickling scene in Brother's Forged in Laughter, so i tried to add a fun little game to the tickling that i hope you enjoy!!

also i am sorry it is so short compared to other fics i've put out for this fandom lately 😭 was working on this on and off in the Height of my writer's block this past month. But i hope you still enjoy it!!!

also, apologies, but i only barely edited this (aka did a loose proofread after taking my sleeping aids one night and i was really drowsy 😭), but i really wanted to get a fic out for everyone since you all have been so patient with me (esp those of you with prompts sitting with me since beginning of January, like ficsstuff here sdjkfhdfs you absolute patient angel, thank you)

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Snotface

Fandom: Batfamily (no specific source material/continuity)

Ship(s): Gen!!! Platonic!! Familial!! No batcest here

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Tim & Ler!Jason

Word Count: 2890 words

Summary: Tim was never sparring with Jason again. He was a cheater in every way imaginable.

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Lungs burning and muscles screaming, Red Robin leapt over the leg sweeping toward him. He barely caught his balance in time to dodge the series of punches thrown his way immediately after. He advanced, throwing a few punches of his own, but each one was blocked with ease. Red Robin really wished he had his bo staff right about now – now that would even the odds. Red Robin retreated after narrowly blocking a particularly heavy hit toward his head, taking a moment to regroup.

The Red Hood circled him, letting loose a low chuckle. “That all you got, kid? I’m not impressed.”

Red Robin lowered his center of gravity, feeling the bruises forming on his calves and thighs go ache with the motion. He took a deep, steadying breath, gratified when he didn’t feel any pain in his chest or ribs. At least he was still blocking right. He wasn’t eager to see the medley of bruises on his arms, later.

“Please,” he scoffed. “I can take anything you can dish out and then some.”

Hood narrowed his eyes, zeroing in on Red Robin’s form to search for weaknesses. “Is that so?” His voice was drawling, almost lazy. The taunt would have been more effective if his chest wasn’t rising and falling rapidly with his own breath.

“Yeah. Why don’t you give up now, save your pride?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Hood didn’t give him a chance to reply to the banter, charging him without warning. Red Robin swallowed a yelp, rolling out of the way. He could feel Hood’s fingers catch on the back of his clothing, nearly snatching him right up then and there. He leapt out of range the moment his feet were under him, trying to anticipate Red Hood’s next move.

They circled for another few moments before Red Robin took the initiative, feinting left and managing to land a solid hit on Hood’s right side. Hood grunted at the punch, and Red Robin pushed his luck, trying to slip around behind him for a nerve strike. Hood recovered quickly, however, and snatched him around the chest. Fortunately for Red Robin, Hood’s arm was right within biting range, and he wasn’t afraid of fighting dirty.

“You little shit!” Red Hood roared and threw Red Robin to the ground.

Red Robin skidded across the floor for a few feet, trying to regain his footing. He scrambled back up just in time for Hood to be upon him, throwing hit after hit at Red Robin’s defenses. He did his best to dodge and block, trying his best to fall back as he lost stamina. Hood had more endurance than him – Red Robin blamed it on the Lazarus Pit – and in a brawl like this, Red Robin would almost always lose.

Hood growled as he realized what was happening, clearly losing patience with the fight. He lunged after Red Robin, speeding up his punches, trying to force an opening. Red Robin fought to keep up, but he could feel himself flagging. He wasn’t surprised when a hit finally made it through his defenses. What did surprise him was the actual jab to his upper ribs, making him shriek and jerk away from the touch.

“Gotcha,” Red Hood growled.

“Wait, no–” Red Robin tried to scramble away.

“C’mere, fucking– snotface McGee–”

Tim yelped as his back hit the training mats with a dull smack, Jason pinning him down with his body weight so he couldn’t escape. Tim shoved at his shoulders and face, trying to dislodge him.

“You can’t keep calling me a snotface– I’m nineteen!”

Jason caught one of his wrists, wrestling it down to the mats next to his head. “You’re a snotface for as long as I say you’re a snotface. Would you prefer shithead?”

Tim bared his teeth, jerking his legs up to knee Jason in the spine. “Yeah, actually!”

“Too fucking bad, snotface!”

Tim growled, trying to twist his body underneath Jason enough to create some room to escape. “You’re such a piece of shit!”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “Bold words for such a ticklish little shit.”

Tim’s eyes went wide. “What? No – Jason!”

He smirked. “What was it, again? Anything I can dish out and then some?”

“No, no, nonono–” Tim was babbling now, and all it did was make Jason laugh.

“You know the rules of a spar, Timberella.” He leaned in, his broad shoulders making him look all looming and threatening. “Tap out or face consequences.”

Tim glared at him. “You’re gonna tickle me either way.”

Jason’s smirk opened into a shark-like grin. “Probably. But if you tap out, I’ll go easy on you.”

As if.

“I’m not stupid.”

Jason cocked his head. “No, you’re not, are you?”

And then there were fingers rippling into his side and Tim was lost to giggles. He was so tired from the last several spars, and his own solo training before that, that he had no hope of hiding his reactions – not that it would’ve done him much good anyway. Jason knew his tickle-spots far too well, by now.

“Laughing already, Timmy-boy? Oh, this does not bode well for you.”

“You’re mean!” Tim whined, wriggling underneath Jason and pushing at Jason’s hand with his free one.

Jason scoffed, skipping over his ribs entirely (that never boded well, Jason skipping over death spots – Tim was in trouble) to stuff his hand into Tim’s armpit. “Oh, you haven’t even seen mean, yet.”

Tim snorted once before tossing his head back in belly-laughter, kicking his legs out behind Jason. “Get out of there!”

Jason hummed. “You want me to switch spots? Give me an alternative.”

Tim’s eyes bugged out of his head. His squirming renewed tenfold, the combined sweat from their workouts (which, ew, Tim was so taking an hour-long shower after this) helping him in slipping his wrist from Jason’s hand. Jason made a surprised sound as he slipped out of his grip and clamped his arms down to his sides.

“Dammit, get back here–”

Jason pulled his tickling hand away, scrambling for Tim’s hands, and Tim realized this was his moment. His one chance to get away, to escape Jason’s torment entirely. He shot his hands down in a panic, grabbing at Jason’s hips and squeezing them repeatedly. Jason yelped and let out a whinnying, wheezing laugh, slipping halfway off Tim in his own attempts to get away. Tim kicked at the ground, trying to get the leverage to crawl out from under him the rest of the way.

“Little shit!” Jason shouted, his hands shooting down to Tim’s wrists and capturing both in a vice grip.

Tim cursed, trying to pull or twist his hands away, but Jason had grown wise to his tricks. He kept his grip tight as he readjusted himself onto Tim’s thighs, practically growling as he pinned Tim’s hands under his knees.

“You’re gonna fucking regret that, Tim.”

Tim squirmed, firmly trapped against the mats, and gave Jason a pleading look. “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!”

Jason chuckled, low and dangerous. He planted his hands on either side of Tim’s head, looming down at him. “Oh, yes you did. Now you’re really not getting out of this.”

Tim grunted, twisting this way and that, yanking at his arms, kicking at the mats to try and propel himself away. Jason smirked at his struggles.

“Now, tell me where I should tickle.”

“No!” Tim yelled, tossing himself from side to side. “You can’t do that!”

“Oh yeah? And why not?”

“It’s – it’s cheating!”

Jason laughed outright. “It’s cheating? What the hell am I even cheating at?”

“Being a jerk!”

“How does one even cheat at being a jerk? That makes no fucking sense. How is your brain already fried when I haven’t even started tickling yet?”

Jason started hovering his hands over Tim’s torso, wiggling his fingers ever-so-slowly. Tim gasped, pressing himself back against the mats as if it would give him any more space from the evil hands.

“Tell me.”

“No!”

“Timmy.”

“Cut it out, Jason!”

“Timmers.”

Tim let out some weird amalgamation between a whine and a groan, drumming his heels against the training mats. Jason laughed at him, clearly having far too much fun with Tim’s nerves.

“Come on, sooner you tell me, sooner this teasing stops.” He gave a more dramatic wiggle of his fingers.

Tim slammed his head back against the mats, running through tickle spots in his mind. If he said ribs, would Jason make quick work of the tickle attack and let him go sooner, or would Jason drag it out as long as Tim could stand it? Should he go for a less ticklish spot and hope Jason lost interest (as if that had ever happened), or would Jason just make him keep picking spots until Tim had no choice but to ask for his ribs to be tickled?

Tim groaned, deciding for a choice in-between the two. “Knees?”

Jason raised an eyebrow. “Interesting.”

He didn’t wait for Tim to reply before leaning back and reaching behind himself, squeezing slowly and deliberately at the muscle above his knees. Tim yipped and bounced his legs, breaking into bright giggles. Jason hummed at the noise, a devious look crossing his face. On one knee, he started squeezing and pinching lightly at a rapid pace, making Tim squeal in response. On the other, he kept the slow pace, squeezing deeply at those ticklish pressure points making Tim jolt at every touch.

“What’s your angle, Timberlina? What’s the plan?”

Tim squeaked and squirmed, struggling to make his words understandable through his giggling. “What’s yours?”

“Pick a new spot and maybe I’ll tell you.”

Tim twisted and bucked, trying to dislodge Jason yet again. “No you won’t!”

Jason shrugged. “Yeah, probably not. Pick anyways.”

Tim had half a mind to refuse again – after all, he was nothing if not stubborn. Then Jason’s hands moved. One just shifted slightly downwards, latching fingers around Tim’s kneecap itself and shifting it back and forth while flexing his fingers where they pinched it. Despite the odd method, Tim found that it tickled a ridiculous amount and his kicking renewed tenfold. The other hand darted behind his knee to spider blunt nails against thin skin, making his giggling all high-pitched and bubbly.

“Okay! Wait, wait!”

Jason didn’t stop. “I’m listening.”

“I– I don’t–!”

“Choose, TimTams. Or I’ll find a way to make it worse again.”

Worse? Again? How many ways could Jason find to tickle knees? Tim decided he didn’t want to find out. He suddenly felt very bad for Damian and his hyperticklish knees.

“Stomach!”

Fingers were massaging into his stomach before he even finished the word. Tim tried to sit up, managing little more than a crunch as he tried to double-over his own torso. Jason snorted at his attempts, scratching mercilessly along his lower stomach to make Tim’s laughter go all squeaky.

“Fuck!”

Jason clicked his tongue. “That’s two dollars in Alfie’s jar.”

“Two?”

Jason smirked, vibrating two fingers from either hand on either side of his belly button. “Two. You’ve still got the baby brother tax, baby brothers have to pay more because they’re not supposed to say bad words.”

Tim only barely managed to get a word out around his cackle – why did those little spots tickle so bad? – kneeing Jason in the back again. “Asshole!”

Jason jerked forward at the hit, eyes narrowing as he paused his tickling. “Four dollars. You sure you wanna keep hitting me?”

Jason reached back, his fingers just barely grazing Tim’s kneecap. Tim yelped and shot his legs back down flat.

“I’m supposed to pick!”

Jason narrowed his eyes, his grin turning mischievous. “That’s right, you are.” Jason’s fingers switched to wiggling all over his stomach, making him giggle. “So pick.”

“What if– what if I don’t, huh? Then you just have to stay there!”

“I already said– I’ll make it worse.” Jason shrugged. “Or I can just start picking for you.”

Tim’s eyes went wide. “No, no!”

Jason ducked down and gave Tim a long, loud raspberry right against one of those twin spots next to his belly button. Tim shrieked, shrill and loud and panicked, and burst into cackles. He wished desperately that he could shove at Jason’s head. Even if it didn’t make him budge, it would at least make him feel better.

“Okay! Okay, okay, okay!”

“I’m waiting, Timber.” He blew another raspberry on the opposite spot.

“Neck!” Tim cried out around his laughter.

Jason sat up with a sigh. “Alright, fine,” he said, drawing out the last word as if Tim was putting him out.

Tim opened his mouth to make some sort of sarcastic comment in return, but all the air rushed out of him in a flurry of near-hysterical giggles as Jason’s hands reached their target. One hand fluttered around and behind his ear, while the other ever-so-lightly scratch-scratch-scratched at the sensitive skin of his neck on the other side. Tim tried to shrug up his shoulders for protection, but Jason was undeterred. He flapped his trapped arms against the training mats uselessly, kicking his feet out behind Jason.

“I never said ears!”

Jason scoffed. “Come on, they’re practically the same spot.” He grinned. “Besides, you just did. Now they both count.”

“You’re such a dick!”

“Damn, have I already tickled you so bad that you forgot which brother I am?”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Now you sound like Dick.”

Jason paused, for the barest of moments, letting Tim suck in a breath. He nodded. “That’s fair.”

Then he swapped hands. The hand scratching at his neck took its blunt nails to the shell of his ear instead. The hand at his ear started fluttering around everywhere it could reach. The side of Tim’s neck, his throat, back around toward his nape. Tim always wiggled especially hard when Jason reached around to his nape – he couldn’t help it.

“Ooh, good spot?”

“Shut up!”

As if Jason didn’t have a catalogue of Tim’s worst tickle spots locked away in his brain already thanks to his numerous tickle attacks, claiming it was his right as an older brother.

Jason started jumping and back forth between the back of his neck and his ears, then, trapping him between overwhelming tittering as he shook his head and absolutely frantic giggling as he tried to wiggle his whole body free. Both types of laughter had him grinning so wide his eyes were practically squinted shut. It was horribly embarrassing, especially when Jason started to laugh along with him. Trying to force his eyes back open made it even worse, because Tim would almost call the smile on Jason’s face fond, and Jason didn’t do fond. The uncharacteristic affection, whether or not Tim was meant to see it, made him incredibly bashful all of a sudden. It was a little like when Bruce looked at them like he was melting inside – though not quite as bad.

But still, Tim would like to not face older-brother-sappiness right now if he could help it.

“R-ribs!”

Jason paused, and Tim dared squint an eye open to see his expression. The fondness was still there, but it was pushed to the edges of his expression. Now, Jason looked more devious than anything, with an eyebrow raised high.

“You sure about that, Timbo?”

Tim whined. “Isn’t four spots enough already?”

Jason hummed. “Maybe I ought to tell Bruce and Alfie to up your resistance training…”

Tim barely resisted the urge to kick him in the back again. They’d been sparring for ages! And he’d been training hard on his own for over an hour before that! His endurance was fine, thank you very much.

Jason shrugged. “But fine. If you’re willing to offer up that spot to me on a silver platter, I’ll take it.”

Oh, fuck him.

Unfortunately, as was becoming a theme, Tim didn’t quite get the chance to tell him that out loud as Jason’s hands quickly descended to his ribcage and sent him into full-bodied laughter. He wiggled his fingers up and down the bones for a few moments, as if giving Tim a warm-up, before beginning his more targeted attacks.

He vibrated his fingers into Tim’s lowest ribs, leaving Tim cackling and snorting. He scratched at the weak point in the middle, around toward Tim’s back, and he couldn’t help the screeching, shrieking laughter that escaped him. When he dug his fingers into the tops of Tim’s ribs, just below his underarms, Tim’s laughter turned wheezing, almost silent.

Jason rotated around the hot-spots on his ribs, never staying in one place too long. He jumped sporadically between focusing on them and doing a full-rib attack, preventing Tim from predicting his next move and trying to prepare for it. He lost all sense of time as his every thought was tickled out of him before it even formed. Mirthful tears had started to build in the corners of his eyes by the time Jason started tapering his attack down, poking around Tim’s ribs intermittently to keep him on edge and giggling.

“Well then, snotface,” Jason gave a firm pat to either side of his ribcage, snorting at Tim’s full-body flinch. “I guess you’re off the hook.”

“Someday,” Tim grumbled as Jason left him laying boneless on the training mats. “Someday, I will make you regret this.”

“Keep telling yourself that, Timbuktu.”

#i think i actually died reading this #OUGHHGUFUFKHFKDHFKSFHDKFHD #I LOVE THEM SM YOU DONTBUNDERSTAND

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Glaze Lilies

word count: 1167 words

Lee: Kaeya

Ler: Albedo

Summary: Albedo wants to study Glaze Lilies. However they need the sound of laugher to bloom in full splendor. And who's better at providing that than Kaeya?

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Kaeya squirmed nervously. The chair he was sitting on was hard and uncomfortable and the sight of the wittering Glaze Lillies infront of him was only adding to his nervousness. Why had he agreed to Albedo's weird request in the first place?

Well to be perfectly honest, it was because Albedo promised him a bottle of wine in exchange for a few measly laughs. Of course that was a valid reason to help the archemists with his new flower studies. Atleast that's what Kaeya thought before entering the Lab of the alchemist.

But the moment the Cavalry captain arrived, he had been positioned infront of a bunch of pathetic looking, wittering Glaze Lilies.

'They bloom better to the sound of laughter,' Albedo explained, nodding encouragingly to the cryo user.

Kaeya looked in bewilderment at the faintly shimmering blue flowers in front of him, then back at Albedo.

'So... am I just supposed to... laugh?' the blue-haired one asked, confused.

'Exactly,' the blond mumbled in agreement and dug out a notebook, presumably to write down the results of this experiment.

'But why don't you just do it yourself?' Kaeya enquired uncertainly.

''For someone with such a melodious laugh like yours, surely it's no problem to laugh in order to help the flowers,'' he added with a grin.

'Oh stop it Kaeya. Sometimes you just need someone... more suitable for the job,' the alchemist said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

'So if you'd begin...' he quickly tried to change the subject and pointed towards the sad-looking flowers.

'Of course,' the cavalry captain grinned and sat upright in his wooden chair. He then took a deep breath before letting out the most unrealistic laugh ever heard.

Kaeya also seemed to notice this and turned bright red before quickly averting his gaze from Albedo. For a few seconds there was no sound except for the rustling of the wind outside. Then, in a desperate attempt to appear somewhat composed and cool, Kaeya awkwardly cleared his throat once, but that didn't really help either.

'Just try again,' Albedo encouraged him and gave him a thumbs up.

„Ha...ha...ha?", Kaeya mumbled with a tone that sounded like a mix of unmotivated Teenager and awkward laughing...Kaeya.

'Kaeya, how are the flowers supposed to start blooming from happy feelings that your laugher is supposed to give them, if your laughter gives them nothing but sorrow and trauma?' Albedo asked in frustration and approached the table Kaeya was sitting at.

'It doesn't,' sulked the cavalry captain, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

For a moment, they both just stared helplessly at the flowers, which had not blossomed at all. On the contrary, Kaeya's fake laugh seemed to have wilted them even more.

The blue-haired one then tried his luck again, as expected without success. Why was he so bad at fake laughter? That was a weakness that the cavalry captain would never have expected of himself.

''If that's all you got, it's not going to work even in 500 years Kaeya.

Both sighed in defeat until Albedo suddenly snapped his fingers in victory and pointed directly at Kaeya. The latter tilted his head in confusion and looked innocently at the alchemist out of his ice-blue eyes.

'What are you thinking about?' he asked with uncertainty.

'Tell me, Kaeya... are you ticklish?' the blond grinned triumphantly, as he already knew the answer.

'Of course not -!' the cryo user tried to defend himself, but was interrupted by an extremely unmanly squeal that escaped his lips as Albedo quickly positioned himself behind him and poked him in the sides.

"Nohoho!" Kaeya shook his head wildly. He could feel the beginning of heat begin to gather on his cheeks as he realized that this wasn't just a playful prank that would last like 5 seconds. This was an experiment and he knew how serious Albedo took them.

He could be stuck in this position for hours, laughing like a maniac for a bunch of stupid flowers!

„I dihihihidn't sign up for THIS!", he squealed helplessly and tried to wriggle away but Albedo had effectively trapped him in his chair with free access to his sides, ribs and stomach.

„Wihihill you stahahap already?!", the cavalry captain asked in annoyance at the usually professional alchemist's antics.

„No way! We finally found a way to get a few laughs out of you! That's brilliant! You don't want to keep making the flowers suffer, do you now?", Albedo asked with a hint of teasing in his voice and moved to Kaeya's bellybutton area.

The instant response of loud belly laugher and more squirming made it obvious that this was one of Kaeya's worst spots which was really satisfying for Albedo since the flowers also seemed to bloom twice as fast now.

S-STOP, STOHOP, AHAHA!" Kaeya pleaded. Surprisingly Albedo's fingers actually disappeared and for a short moment the cavalry captain felt relieved, only to feel betrayed by the return of the evil fingers on his ribs a few seconds later.

„IF YOU DON'T STAHAHAP I'LL ARREST YOU", Kaeya threatened, only to get a few giggles as response.

„I'd like to see you try. And even if you'd manage to do that, I'm more than happy to get the chance to sit in a cage in your headquarters all day and tease you about your ticklishness".

He teasingly scratched the side of Kaeya's ribs, and he instantly bucked his hips under the table. He flushed and uncontrolled giggled erupted out of him.

"GAHAH WAIT, WAIT, WAIT-".

„For what exactly?", Albedo asked, feigning curiosity.

Of course Kaeya wasn't able to think of an answer between the laugher he let out.

„ARE THE FLOWERS HAPPY ATLEAST?!", he asked since he could barely see anything through his eyes that were full of laughing tears.

„Oh, they are very satisfied", Albedo grinned.

„THEN WHY AHAHARE YOU STILL TIHIHICKLING ME?!"

„Because it's fun. If I had known about this sooner, I would have tickled you more often".

„NO!", was the only thing Kaeya was able to say at this point.

„CAHAHAN WE PLEASE STAHAHAP?!", he asked helplessly as his laugher became more airy and sweat started running down his cheeks, mixed with his laughing tears.

„Okay fine, I guess that's enough for today", the alchemist agreed and stopped his tickle attack.

Kaeya finally freed his arms. He hugged them tight to his body and curled up, feeling flushed and tired. “Gahaha, thahat was teherrible-” He whined, cracking an eye open to look at Albedo.

Albedo was already back to writing in his notebook. “You held out remarkably well. You have excellent stamina. And the flowers also look a lot better now.” He told Kaeya, glancing over his book as he spoke. Kaeya groaned a little and covered his left eye again.

„I‘m pretty sure I deserve two bottles of wine for this“, he groaned in embarassment.

Albedo pretended to think for a moment before he finally nodded.

„I guess you do“.

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By the way if you liked this fic, I‘m still looking for tickletober fic requests so feel free to request something…

#i died and came back to life while reading this #THIS FIC WAS FUCKING EVERYTHING I LOVE IT SM #IM GONNA GO DIE AGAIN THINKING AB LER ALBEDO

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