┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

The pros of becoming friends with Sho: having friends.

The cons: being friends with Sho.

Ritsu needs so many headache medicines.

“Oh, Ritsu,” coos Sho in that damn voice of his, and Ritsu tries to pretend it doesn’t affect him—like it doesn’t send heat rushing to the tips of his ears.

“Give me a break,” he says, forcing himself to sound level.

He can practically feel Sho’s pout. “I haven’t seen you much lately! I should make up for lost time, shouldn’t I?”

No, Ritsu wants to say, you definitely shouldn’t, but he made a mistake by not running the second he sensed a change in Sho’s mood, since now the redhead is pinning him down, Ritsu’s hands under his friend’s knees.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

asking ochako what she and toga are would be like asking if tomatoes are fruits or vegetables. there’s the logical answer, the one that’s objectively correct: tomatoes are fruits, and she and toga are enemies. an undeniable fact. but there's another answer, the one that isn’t technically true but that feels right, like it would be true if circumstances were different: that a tomato is a vegetable. that ochako and toga are lovers.

ochako doesn’t think either answer is entirely right. she thinks they’re too gentle to be enemies. she thinks they’re too violent to be lovers.

toga pins her to the ground, blade in hand, sharp smile on her face. her love is an obsessive kind, one that acts like it wants to consume ochako whole. 

CAUGHT RED-HANDED !

❤︎ octavinelle x ticklish!reader , you try to tickle them first ! imagine! sfw tickles, established relationship<3

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆ note ! : as you all can see, i have gotten random boosts of motivation throughout this entire writing process<3 thank you for your request and patience!!!

lers: octavinelle

lee: yuu!

𐔌 . ⋮ AZUL ASHENGROTTO .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

you barely get your fingers on his sides until two pairs of hands snatched yours from behind.

"...prefect," he spoke with a disappointed sigh—yet it still sent shivers down your spine. "what do you think you doing now?'

not the first time he's caught you this close to him, he noticed your presence behind him far too many times to be fooled. the smile on his face right now, was far too calm.

the second you realized you've been caught and tried doing what you've always done, which was sprint away, you let out a squeak as he turned around forcing you to fall backwards to the sofa in his vip office.

"i fear running isn't going to work for you today, my pearl~"

"aha—azul, hold on!" you didn't even have time to run away, azul had you cornered between him and the couch. "you've attempted a surprise attack, it seems only fair you experience the consequences~"

his tone of voice sent shivers down your spine, your smile wobbly as his fingers made contact with your sides. "AAH—ahaaAhahazul! nohoOOWAHAIT!"

"is this your most sensitive spot?"

"noho—noHao im sohohorry! PLEEEEHEASE!" you dissolve into helpless laughter almost instantly, azul's smiled never faltered.

"i accept your apology, my dear."

his fingers scribble up your ribs, your back arching and head tosses itself back in laughter.

"but perhaps a few more minutes will do the trick~"

squeezing him tighter just before tickling him.

nibbling on his skin to see where he'll react and once he does, he goes in for the kill.

when riddle gets too busy with homework or other stuff like that—floyd will tickle him until he's cackling and kicking.

riddle barely hits when tickled, with floyd it only takes five minutes.

whispering in his ear and leaning closer n closer until they both have fallen to the bed.

floyd will tickle riddle whenever he wants, he doesn't care what is happening or where they are—riddle is never safe.

floyd abuses his height as much as he wants to, he will lift riddle up and squeeze his ribs just to see the poor housewarden shriek and kick.

study dates always finish with tickle fights.

riddle is mostly the lee, but the chances of him being a ler isn't zero. floyd wanted to be tickled, bad, and riddle notices and has a heavy blush on his face when floyd cackles in his arms when riddle squeezes his ribs.

tickles you when you're being playfully difficult, and makes sure you get up in time for classes.

"sweetheart, you have to get up~ don't make me tickle you~"

two seconds later, you have not moved.

"okay, gimme those sides~"

"HaHahAHAH TREHEHY NO—!!!"

he doesn't tickle you for so long unless you're comfortable. if he knows you love to be tickled, he'll make sure to keep it in the back of his mind.

like, say you're upset and need some cheering up. "does someone need some tickles?" aaaaand here comes the tickle monster uh oh. him and cater are heartslabyuls tickle monsters.

pokes your side when you're brushing your teeth to see you jump.

riddle:

"laughing already? ive barely touched you."

"now, i think a proper punishment is required unless you cooperate, wouldn't you agree?"

"if you keep resisting, we'll be here all evening."

trey:

"come on, im barely tickling you~"

"just need to knead the bread riiight here, oh that's your sweet spot huh?"

"you walked right into that one, sweetheart~"

cater:

"awwh, what a cutie~ tickletickle!"

"don't look away, smile for the camera!!"

"your laugh is so cammable~"

deuce:

"your ticklish HERE?"

"hey-dont squirm that away! can't tickle you if you keep moving!"

"...sorry, but your laugh is just...too cute!?"

ace:

"HAH! you're so screwed!"

"getcha under the arms! HAH!"

"don't tell me THIS tickles?"

leona:

"what? you asked for this."

"don't go crying now."

"so annoying...no im not gonna stop."

ruggie:

"shyehehe! THAT'S your laugh!?"

"tickletickletickle!!!"

"what's your worst spot? ...ok don't tell me, ill just find it!"

jack:

"are you laughing already?"

"are you ticklish here?"

"...cute."

azul:

"i don't think you have room to negotiate."

"you signed the papers, my dear~"

"you're so sensitive, you poor soul~"

jade:

"my, what an interesting discovery."

"someone's a little sensitive, yes?"

"may i tickle you, my dear?"

floyd:

"BWHAHA!!! tickletickletickletickle!!!

"you're so screwed, shrimpy!!"

"mmm imma nibble your tummy...nomhomnom!"

kalim:

"you're so ticklish! it's so cute!"

"prefect, do you have ticklish ribs? i do!! lemeeseee!"

"coochie coochie coo! ahahaha!"

jamil:

"seriously, how can you be this ticklish?"

"what...don't say what? tickle?"

"....tch, just laugh.

vil:

"sensitive little potato~"

"im barely touching you..."

"hold still, ugh—rook. hold them."

rook:

"mi amour, you're so beautiful when you laugh!"

"your smile could light up a thousand rooms~"

"i love how ticklish you are, does roi du poison know?"

epel

"that's it- YER GETTING IT!"

"shatup!! you asked for this!!"

"hah!! can't talk if your laughing too much!!"

idia:

"eh... that's..your laugh?"

"what happened to all that confidence?"

"ill stop.... eventually."

ortho:

"I GOT YOU!! HAHA!"

"scanning complete: most ticklish spots; [.....] "

"why are you laughing so much? you said you weren't ticklish!"

malleus:

"are you...ticklish?"

"ill be gentle, come. let me see your smile."

"tickle... tickle?"

lilia:

"awh, how cute~ is this your worst spot!"

"tickletickle~ awh, listen to that laugh!"

"oh, you love it! silly goose!"

silver:

"am i...doing this right? your not uncomfortable?"

"you asked for this, prefect."

"ok..ill stop...you want me to keep going?"

sebek:

"THATS IT! COME HERE RIGHT NOW HUMAN—"

"you think you can ...TEASE like that and walk away!"

housewardens find out their beloved is ticklish<3 ... , imagines, reactions !

𐔌 . ⋮ riddle rosehearts .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

finds out by complete accident. he isn't too educated in the tickle department; so you're going to HAVE and tell him why you jumped when he went in for a hug.

"what was that reaction?" he would ask with a hint of worry, curiosity getting the better of him unfortunately for you. you simply shook your head and told him not to worry, but he's going to worry. probably ten times worse now that you've said that.

"...you laughed?" he eventually asks, his arms loose around your waist mid-hug and your body froze. "no-no i didn't." Riddle gave you the most unamused look ever, even ace never got a look from him this bad. okay, that's a lie. but still, you were busted.

"you most certainly did...when my fingers touched you her-"

"ahaAHa-riddle don't you dare! "

"stand still—" he grumbles as he struggled to poke at your side once again until he juked you. going in for a left poke only to suddenly switch to the right.

"you're..?"

"riddle, don't—"

"ticklish?"

you yelp softly and hide in the pillow close to you, riddle blinks and laughs gently. not in a mean way—he just adores your giggles and the smile on your face.

he tends to make this a habit when you disobey rules, tease him too much or in a bad mood. other than that, he probably won't tickle you unless you provoke him.

Summary: Tamaki takes a moment to hug her favorite hero, and perhaps hear some of his giggles in the process.

A/N: I've been back in the world of Fire Force recently and thus was inspired to write for Shinra and Tamaki again; they're just so cute, I wanted them to have a fluffy moment together. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1006

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The arms wrapping around his waist from behind startled a gasp out of Shinra. He dropped the knife he’d been using to slice carrots before turning to look over his shoulder.

Dark coat, dark hair. Not much to go on…if the pigtails hadn’t been a factor. That and his heart was racing much faster than usual – a sure sign that the person behind him was special.

“Tamaki,” he breathed out a sigh, relaxing some. “Don’t sneak up on people when they have a knife. That could have ended poorly.”

“You could never hurt a friend,” she murmured in reply, her voice muffled thanks to her face pressed into his back. He felt her snuggle into him harder and fought off a grin.

“What’s up? Everything okay?”

“Mhm.” Tamaki’s grip on his waist tightened some. He felt a fluttering in his chest. She was adorable. “Just wanna be with you.”

Forget fluttering – his chest was a full-on fireworks show, complete with grand finale. Shinra gently put a hand on top of hers and closed his eyes, soaking in the feeling. It was rare for them to get to have moments alone, rarer still for her to initiate affection. Usually it was him trying to give compliments while frantically keeping his gaze averted when her Lure kicked in. They’d even gotten to the point that she told him she didn’t mind if he saw, but…

Well, he was a gentleman, after all.

Tamaki nuzzled her nose between his shoulder blades. He stiffened, hoping it wouldn’t scare her off. “W-What are you doing?”

“You smell nice,” she replied, her voice soft and loving. “Like smoke from a fire, but in a good way.”

“Yeah?” he tried to flirt back, but it was difficult when his nerve endings were beginning to wake from slumber. “H-Hey, why don’t you let me turn around and hold you properly?”

Tamaki just held him tighter, her fingers beginning to scribble at his waist in tandem with her rubbing her face between his shoulders like a cat. He could almost see her fiery ears beginning to take shape. “Because you’re cute when you’re pretending not to be so ticklish.”

Hello everyone! Gladys and Sunstone here to announce our own Tickletober list for 2025! We’re calling it: Gladys & Sunstone’s 31 Tickles Til Halloween! 🎃 (Technically there’s 30 days since Halloween is the 31st day, but 30 didn’t sound as good to us as 31 so- 😭)

ANYONE is allowed to use this list, as long as it stays SFW! This list can be used by writers OR artists!

Feel free to go in any order, combine prompts, combine our list with other lists, or choose however many days you would like! Have fun with it! All 31 days do not have to be completed to participate! One or two days is just fine!

Per the tradition of Tickletober, please post your fics or art during the month of October! (But it's totally okay if it’s a few days after October ends too! We would still love to see it!)

If you end up using the list, please tag us @gladdygirl18 & @sunstone-smiles. And or, use our tags: #g&s tickletober 2025, #31 Tickles Til Halloween, or #Gladys & Sunstone's 31 Tickles Til Halloween!

We’ll both try to reblog as many creations as we can that use our list! We can’t wait to see what everyone creates! 

Part 1

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“L-Listen, captain,” Luck stammered, grinning despite himself. His fight instinct was kicking into overdrive, but against the dark magic user, he knew his chances were slim at best. Still, he tried tugging on his trapped wrists and wriggling away. “Let’s fight this out, eh? I can take you if you give me a chance!”

“Amusing as it would be to see you try, I think we both know if I let you go you’ll just try to continue whatever you were doing a second ago, sneaking up on me.” Yami flicked his cigarette away and forced Luck’s arms above his head. “Right?”

“M-Maybe! But listen!” Luck yelped when Yami rested his free hand on his side, not moving yet, but threatening to. “I think it’s only fair – you tickle us all the time; why can’t we do the same to you?”

Yami’s grip on Luck tightened even as a wicked smirk graced his lips. “Oho, so that was what you were trying to do?”

Crap. Luck knew that look. He was completely screwed now, it was just a matter of time. A giggle slipped out of him unbidden, making him squeak in embarrassment at the same time that Yami’s fingers began to move in slow, teasing circles along his side.

“You gotta let us try it,” Luck pleaded, throwing caution to the wind. Why bother mincing words? He was doomed either way. “Wouldn’t it be fun? You thihihihink it’s fun to tihihihickle us, don’t you? C-Cahahahaptain!”

Yami snickered. “Sure, kid. But I only go after ya because you like it, don’t you?”

Luck squirmed, the light, ticklish touches on his side beginning to get to him. “M-Mahahahaybe?”

“Yeah, ya do.” Yami darted his hand down to Luck’s hip and squeezed.

“Okahahahahay fine! But stihihihihihihill!”

Yami leaned back against the couch, as if settling in for a while, his fingers still kneading gently at Luck’s hip. “Tell me, kid – exactly what did you think was going to happen if you came over here and succeeded?”

Ler!Yami Lee!Luck (love those two SM

2. Ler!Julius Lee!Yami (young)

3.Ler!Yami and Ler!Luck with Lee!Asta

love your fanfictions by the way :)

-☄️

~~Suggestion Saturday~~

Decided to go with Option #1 because Yami going after the Bulls is one of my favorite things ever! Enjoy! 🥰

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Luck was either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid.

He liked to think he was the former, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was more likely the latter. But could you blame him? When the idea struck, he just had to find out if he was right! After all, Yami had come after all of the Bulls at one point or another – who was to say they couldn’t turn the tables if they ganged up on their captain?

Unfortunately for him, the rest of his teammates were too chicken to try and help, so here he was, trying to sneak up on Yami all by himself.

He supposed he couldn’t fault them; it was risky business making their captain mad or giving him reason to seek them all out one by one. Even Asta – thanks to Liebe’s regular attacks – found he wasn’t willing to poke the bear until they had concrete proof that Luck was right.

Ah, well. It would only make it that much more fun and gratifying for the blonde to find out on his own that their beloved, rough and tumble captain was, indeed, ticklish as well.

He had to go about this the right way, though. If he alerted Yami even slightly, the jig would be up. He wanted to get the jump on him.

Seeing as he was out of sight so far, he felt like he was off to a good start. Yami was sitting on the couch, head tilted down, presumably reading the paper. No one else was in sight, since again, no one else wanted to risk Yami’s wrath. Luck silently hoped at least some of them were watching from the shadows, though. He was just feet away from catching him by surprise…

In a flash, Yami whipped around and grabbed him by the arm. Luck let out a startled shriek and tried to fight his way free, but the captain was too strong, and it wasn’t long at all before the blonde found himself sprawled unceremoniously in the older man’s lap, wrists locked together in an iron grip.

Yami leisurely removed the cigarette from his lips with his free hand, smirking. “Nice try, kid. Did you really think I couldn’t sense your ki from a mile away?”

Summary: Bachira is hiding something. Isagi is determined to find out what it is.

A/N: In which I really wanted interrogation tickles and was also on my BachIsagi brainrot at the time. We love lee!Bachira on this blog. Hehehe, enjoy! 🥰

Word Count: 1932

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Bachira was hiding something.

Isagi could see it in the little things – the way he glanced over his shoulder more than normal, the way he offset his eating and showering schedule from everyone else’s. Well, not just everyone else’s – Isagi’s specifically. The taller boy might have been more upset about it if his boyfriend didn’t look so downright mischievous during it all.

He attempted to confront him one night as they got cozy under the covers together. They’d long since moved their beds together to spend nights cuddled in each other’s arms, much like Chigiri and Kunigami had done for a while. Isagi readily draped the shared blanket over his partner even as he said, “Something’s up with you, Bachira.”

“Mmm?” the smaller boy replied, blinking at him innocently. “What do you mean?”

“You’re being sneaky about something.”

“Am I?” At this point, the tiny twitch of a smile gave the dribbler away, and Isagi narrowed his eyes playfully.

“What are you scheming?”

Bachira just leaned in to give him a quick peck on the lips, then promptly flopped onto his opposite side to assume his position as the little spoon for the night. Isagi gave it a beat, but ultimately let it go…for the moment. He was too tired to really get into it then anyway.

The next day, however? It was game on.

He was patient. He gave it plenty of time. He wanted to catch his boyfriend when his guard was down – or at least, as close as he could get to that as possible. When he announced he was going to lunch a little later than usual, Bachira sprung up and decided he was hungry right that second. Some of the guys asked if they were okay, but Isagi waved them off, certain that they were fine and that he was going to get answers out of his boyfriend one way or another later tonight.

His time came when he got back from the showers that evening, passing Bachira on his way to them. He silently followed several paces behind his partner until they were in a relatively traffic-less hallway in the facility, at which point he called to him, hurrying to catch up and snatch his hand gently.

Bachira looked only mildly surprised, as if he’d known Isagi was there the whole time but didn’t expect him to actually stop him. “Hey, Isagi~”

Isagi dropped his hand, quickly wrapping his arm around Bachira’s waist instead. “You’re hiding something.”

“What, me?” Bachira smirked. “I would never.”

“And you’re going to tell me what it is,” the taller boy continued, undeterred, as he gently pushed his boyfriend up against the nearest wall, trying his best to don a flirtatious air to throw his partner off his game.

“Ooh, so intimidating~” the dribbler shot back, his lips wobbling in an attempt to hide his smile. “What’re you gonna do to me, Yoichi?”

Isagi shivered at the use of his first name – much like “bumblebee” was for Bachira, it was his boyfriend’s term of endearment for him, and it always made his heart soar.

But right now, he was on a mission.

He took another step forward, effectively pressing Bachira up against the wall and trapping him there, his hand snaking around to his hip as he pressed their foreheads together. He lowered his voice to a near whisper. “What do you want me to do, bumblebee?”

Bachira looked elated as he gradually slid his arms up to Isagi’s shoulders, cheeks turning pink as the seconds ticked by. “Anything you want,” he whispered back. For a moment the taller boy hesitated – was all of this just his partner’s way of getting them alone together? Was he feeling antsy lately? He supposed it had been a while since…

But no, he decided, even as he kissed Bachira briefly. If his boyfriend was acting suspicious because he wanted some alone time, he was going to have to admit it out loud with words.

Isagi reached up to take Bachira’s hands from his shoulders, swiftly and purposefully locking his wrists together in one hand before pushing them above his head against the wall, pinning him further.

Bachira’s eyes widened a fraction, his breath seeming to catch. “I-Isagi?”

The taller boy finally allowed a wicked smirk, his free hand trailing a fingertip from his boyfriend’s armpit to his waist. “Last chance to tell me what you’re scheming, bumblebee~”

Bachira was visibly fighting down a grin now, but whether from the slight tickling sensation or because he was still feeling mischievous, Isagi couldn’t quite tell. Either way, the shorter boy playfully stuck out his tongue and dared, “Do your worst.”

Fine, then.

The boys are fightingggg

Grrr I love them

Sanji could see the moment Zoro caught on to the fact that he was taking anything fragile out of the line of fire. He watched in amusement as the Swordsman took stock of where his swords were lying the other side of the room. He was expecting Sanji to fight him.

Instead, the cook merely scooted himself down the bench and in one fluid motion was pressed up against Zoro, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee. The Swordsman reared his head back in surprise as Sanji slithered an arm behind him, resting it against the back of the bench and against the window of the crow’s nest.

“Need a cuddle, Marimo?”

Full fic below!

Thank you to the Anon that requested this!

Word count: 3,029

Sanji chewed on the butt of his cigarette as he watched Zoro from the galley’s window. The Swordsman was staring broodingly out of the Crow’s nest window, moping up there since lunch. Although, it’d be more accurate to say he’d been brooding since last week. He wasn’t even training some days, which was the strangest part. That’s how Sanji knew the brute was actually worried about something.

Not that Sanji should give a shit. The Swordsman didn’t need him fretting over him. The last thing Zoro would want was Sanji, of all people, asking him if he was okay. No, someone else would notice and the idiot would be fine. Sanji knew Luffy was probably one gum gum bounce away from bounding up there himself to speak with him.

Sanji reassured himself of all of this as he trayed up a bottle of sake and two drinking glasses and made his way to the crow’s nest ladder. Curse his stupid bleeding heart and the bastard Mosshead that was dragging his attention away from dinner. Not that it wasn’t practically ready to go anyways...

He didn’t bother knocking as he reached the trapdoor. Zoro let out an amusing eeek as it banged off the ground. Sanji hadn’t heard him make that noise in years, not since they’d both developed observation haki. Sanji couldn’t hold back his laughter, reveling in the red faced Marimo now scowling at him.

“Alright, Marimo?” Sanji wheezed, kicking the door shut behind him.

“What do you want.” Zoro growled, biting his tongue as he noticed the white shining bottle of sake making its way towards him. He raised a questioning brow at the Cook. It wasn’t even dinner, why was the cook giving him this?

“What? You don’t want to share a drink?” Sanji teased, sitting at arm's length from Zoro on the bench that curved the large circumference of the room.

He watched Zoro as he tensed in his seat, squirming as Sanji got closer. Sanji could tell something was off with the brute; he was unsettled in a way Sanji had never seen before. A thought crossed the Cooks mind as he poured them each a glass.

“I never said that.” Zoro grumbled, crossing his arms and squinting at Sanji with his good eye. What was the cook playing at.

Sanji only smiled as a response, offering one of the glasses to Zoro by holding it up between them. Why was he handing it to him? Zoro’s suspicion grew as Sanji seemed to purposely flick his wrist and have their fingers brush as Zoro yanked his hand away.

It wasn’t like their hands hadn’t brushed before. But the connection sent little shocks through Zoro’s hand, a warmth spreading through him like a shot of liquor as the fog that had been bothering his mind all day seemed to thin. What the fuck was happening to him?

Sanji didn’t mean to laugh, he didn’t want to come across as cruel. But it was entertaining watching the gears turning in Zoro’s head, his skin flushing pink in embarrassment as he seemed to struggle with something. Sanji felt almost mean being as smug as he was. But he’d figured out what was wrong with Zoro. Why the Mossball had been a recluse the last few days and why he was fidgeting like Luffy while he swirled the contents of his glass.

“What?” Zoro barked, his temper short as he noticed Sanji laughing at him.

Sanji just downed his glass of sake, watching as Zoro followed his lead, narrowing his eye at the blond and slamming his glass down the far side of the bench. Sanji copied the motion, dragging the bottle from between them as well and placing it out of harm's way.

Sanji could see the moment Zoro caught on to the fact that he was taking anything fragile out of the line of fire. He watched in amusement as the Swordsman took stock of where his swords were lying the other side of the room. He was expecting Sanji to fight him.

Instead, the cook merely scooted himself down the bench and in one fluid motion was pressed up against Zoro, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee. The Swordsman reared his head back in surprise as Sanji slithered an arm behind him, resting it against the back of the bench and against the window of the crow’s nest.

“Need a cuddle, Marimo?”

“Wh-What?” Zoro stuttered, much to Sanji’s unbridled delight, his gaze unable to stay still as he took in Sanji’s arm wrapping itself around his neck; the closeness of the Cook’s face; and the burning he felt across his skin that itched wherever Sanji touched him.

“Do. You. Need. A. Cuddle?” Sanji drawled, speaking in that slow one-word mocking way that he does when he really wants to piss Zoro off.

“Why the fuck would I need a cuddle, dartbrow?” Zoro retorted, slamming a hand on the bench behind him so he could lean further away from Sanji. The cook must have gone mad, or this was some insane imposter that clearly hadn’t done his research on the swirly browed idiot.

“You’ve been hiding away the last few days up here, you barely do more than grunt at meals, and you flinched at the one bit of human contact you’ve felt in probably days.”

“So?” Zoro grumbled, turning to look at the interesting pattern of wooden planks making up the floor of the crow’s nest. What was the dumb cook's point? Zoro didn’t need to be the life of the party, he was the grump that worked out and napped, and he liked it that way.

“So? You seem touch starved.” Sanji shrugged, speaking kindly now as he studied the side of Zoro’s face.

The cook was surprised he hadn’t bolted for the door yet. But then he noticed, that despite trying to create distance between their torsos, Zoro hadn’t pulled away from where their legs were still pressed tightly together. Maybe Sanji was on to something.

“Touch starved?” Zoro turned his head slowly, his gaze warily meeting Sanji’s as the cook continued to smile at him. It was unnerving.

“Yeah, it’s when you don’t get enough human interaction, mostly physical interaction. It can make your skin crawl, lower your mood, affect your sleep, make working out less effective...”

“That last ones not true!”

“Yes, it is!” Sanji insisted, although it was a bit of a stretch to phrase it like that, but he could see from the frown growing on Zoro’s face that he was right to say it. If Zoro thought it was going to affect his training, he’d take it more seriously. Then he might let Sanji help...

Not that Sanji wanted to cuddle the brute! He just...he knew what it was like, to suffer from it. He also knew that Zoro wouldn’t ask for help with it in a million years, he clearly didn’t even understand it. Sanji would rather have the Swordsman back in full health than waste another second worrying about him. He had better things to be doing.

“Fine.” Zoro grunted, his ears now tinged red as he stubbornly avoided Sanji’s eye. “How do I fix it?”

“You don’t.” Sanji enjoyed the look of confusion on the idiot’s face far too much. “You can’t fix it by yourself. Like I said, you need human interaction.”

He gave Zoro’s shoulders a squeeze with his arm to emphasize his point. It earned another squeak from Zoro, followed by a withering glare that he shot the Cook, daring him to mock him. Sanji just smiled wider at the humiliation burning through Zoro’s expression. Sanji was still being nice! He was just going to make sure to enjoy himself at the same time.

“Fine.” Zoro relaxed by a fraction after almost a full minute of silence. He leaned against the back of the bench, now crossing his arms over his chest and stubbornly looking over his opposite shoulder. He was still almost as rigid as a board and Sanji couldn’t help but roll his eyes, and Zoro says he’s the dramatic one.

“It doesn’t work if you sit there like a statue.” Sanji huffed, his breath ruffling some of Zoro’s spikes.

“Shut up.” Zoro mumbled, uncrossing his arms in an attempt to relax. His arms felt too long and awkward as they fell into his lap, his hands curling into loose fists. He couldn’t help it. What did Sanji expect? They were rivals, assholes to each other that only touched to smack each other around. This felt surreal and uncomfortable, even with the obvious warm effect it was having on Zoro. It did feel nice to be held, although he’d rather eat one of his swords than admit that, especially to the cook. But Zoro still couldn’t work out why the cook was acting like this. That, above anything else, was what was really making him uneasy.

“Why are you even doing this?” Zoro snarled, glaring at Sanji from the corner of his eye.

“What? I can’t help out a crewmate?” Sanji grinned, biting his tongue to stop himself from laughing at Zoro’s distrusting grimace.

“Not when it’s me.” Zoro scoffed, hunching more in on himself as he spoke.

“Aw, insecure, Marimo?” Sanji barely managed to avoid the sharp elbow Zoro sent towards his side, chuckling as he had to duck a smack to the head.

“That’s it, tire yourself out.”

That comment earned a roar of indignation and now Sanji had to bring up a leg to block Zoro’s next wild punch. He somehow managed to keep his arm around the brute the whole time, laughing as they tugged each other back and forth. Eventually, Zoro started to grin too, finally relaxing at the normalcy of the scene.

After a particularly hard shove, Sanji realised Zoro was about to go sailing onto his back so, without thinking, his arm slipped from Zoro’s shoulder and caught his waist, drawing the Swordsman closer. Sanji might have taken a moment to feel embarrassed by the much more intimate pose he’d dragged them into, if he wasn’t immediately captivated by an honest to God squeal leaving the Mosshead’s lips.

Zoro’s one eye widened as his face flushed a new shade of red, the colour travelling down the back of his neck and once again tinting his ears. Of course, how could Sanji forget the demon of the east blue’s biggest weakness.

“Cook-” Is the only threat Zoro gets out before Sanji uses his position to goose the Swordsman side again.

Zoro whined as his torso bucked, a hand shooting up to Sanji’s chest to try shove him away. All Sanji could do was laugh as he dug his fingers further into toned muscle as Zoro’s pained sounds started to sound suspiciously like giggles.

“Kn-Knock it off.” Zoro yelled, trying to twist away as Sanji followed him down the bench.

The insistent fingers were carving into Zoro’s skin as the nerves in his sides lit up. His stomach ached as he frantically struggled to breathe. A foreign warmth washed over him as his coiled muscles unwound and became like jelly as his body spasmed with laughter. His battle against the Cook became a losing one as Zoro was also attempting to twist his face away from Sanji’s gaze, trying to muffle his laughter against his own shoulder as the lovecook persisted like the asshole he was.

“What’s wrong, Marimo? Can’t handle a bit of tickling? I’m just trying to give you some of the human touch you’ve been craving.” Sanji cackled, starting to struggle to hold Zoro still with his one arm.

“Fuck off, you- you ah-ahass.” Zoro growled, as he felt Sanji’s other arm wrap around his waist, deft fingers drilling into the soft flesh just beneath his abs.

“Nah, an ass would do this.” Zoro wheezed as Sanji’s hand caressed across his abdomen, a cheeky finger slipping into his bellybutton. It was an unbearable sensation that ripped a snort from Zoro that left any dignity he had, in tatters. The giggles that followed were like music to Sanji’s ears. It felt strangely nostalgic, hearing the Swordsman let go like this, to laugh this freely. So, Sanji continued to trace ticklish trails along Zoro’s stomach, squeezing and fluttering without any pattern.

Zoro started to howl with laughter as he banged his head back, knocking himself against Sanji’s chest as the Cook drew him in tighter, his own chuckles tickling the back of Zoro’s neck. It took Sanji another minute of listening to Zoro’s erratic laughter to notice that Zoro wasn’t even fighting that hard against him anymore.

“You-ahaha are-ahHH the fu-fucking worah-ahah-st!” Zoro howled, not even trying to hide his face anymore as he lost the ability to even think about being embarrassed, too focused on the cook’s next move.

“Hmm, do you mean that Mossball? You don’t seem to be trying very hard to get away from me, or am I just that much stronger than you?”

Zoro hated how every smug word made the whole situation that much more electric and unbearable. He hated that he couldn’t breathe in deep enough to shoot back a retort, or that his brain was beginning to struggle at stringing a sentence together. But most of all, he hated that what Sanji was saying was true.

He could have flipped the blonde onto the ground by now or drove an elbow deep enough into Sanji’s gut to wind him. But instead, he let Sanji’s hands trail down to his hips, even though the area already stung with anticipation. The funk he’d been in the past week had been all consuming. Zoro wasn’t one to become unfocused, and this was the first time in a week that he wasn’t thinking about how shit a mood he was in.

“No! N-Not th-therahah-” That was all that Zoro could grit out as Sanji latched onto his hips, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over the hollows of the bones.

“Where? Here, Marimo?” Sanji was beaming from ear to ear now. He couldn’t quite believe that Zoro didn’t have a comeback for once, that he was begging. This was almost too good to be true.

Zoro shrieked as Sanji drilled in deep, his hands flying to Sanji’s as he tried to pry them off. It didn’t do much though and soon Zoro was silently wheezing, his head falling back and landing against Sanji’s shoulder as he screwed his eye tightly shut. He was overwhelmed from the sensation, his brain not registering anything but the currents lighting up his nerves and the panic flailing around his head.

Eventually, Sanji took pity and stopped. He snorted as Zoro twitched and gasped as Sanji’s hands moved innocently back to his sides. But this time, Sanji was kind and simply cupped his hands around Zoro’s sides, holding him against his chest.

Zoro had tried to kick his legs out at one point and now they were resting on the bench too, his body weight fully leaning against Sanji as his head slipped down to the cook’s collarbone. The swordsman didn’t dare open his eye, not ready to take in the insufferable expression on the cook’s face. This was a lot more comfortable than before, especially now that he was relaxed. Although he was still panting, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to catch his breath. He was going to get Sanji back for this...as soon as his strength came back.

“See, this is how you cuddle.” Sanji grinned, slowly looping his arms more comfortably around Zoro’s mid-riff. The brute just grunted in response, stubbornly pouting as Sanji stared down at him.

“You’re a dick.” Zoro finished his insult by twisting his face into Sanjis arm. Sanji definitely did not find that cute.

“Mhm, you really want to insult me now?” Sanji harmlessly wiggled his fingers where they were tucked tightly against Zoro’s sides, just inches below his armpit. The grunt and panicked wiggle that followed sent Sanji into another wave of laughter, the sound coming loudly and genuinely from the bottom of his stomach.

“Stop, you idiot. I’m not going to torture you anymore.” Sanji hummed, leaning himself against the back of the bench as he moved one of the arms holding Zoro to loop over the Swordsman’s shoulder, his hand finding a way to Zoro’s hair.

“You’re a sadist.” Zoro grumbled into Sanji’s suit, earning an eye roll from the cook.

“You need a nap, grumpy.”

“I’m sick of you.”

“Does someone need a lullaby, or a bedtime story?”

“I’m going to cut you into the tiniest little ribbons, Ero-Cook.”

“Sure Marimo, I’m sure. Now, do what you do best you lazy piece of shit and take a nap.”

Zoro didn’t respond again. Just mumbled something that Sanji could only feel against his arm, rather than hear. After a few moments of raking his fingers rhythmically through Zoro’s spikes, the Swordsman seemed to nod off. His chest rose and dropped in a slow steady beat and after a while gentle snores filled the room. A much softer sound than the cacophony of the rest of the boy’s bunk occupants.

He was convinced that Zoro had fallen into a deep sleep as the sun slowly set over the horizon. Sanji’s chest tightened as he realised it’d been way over an hour and he needed to go plate up dinner before Luffy got to the galley. But Zoro looked so peaceful, so young, Sanji wanted to savour this before they went back to their usual brutal charade. As he carefully slid Zoro down to the bench and got himself to his feet, Zoro took in a sharp breath. He didn’t open his eye, or twist his body to face Sanji, but quietly over the distant lapping of the sea, he muttered-

“Thanks, Cook.”

Sanji felt his chest tighten again, this time for a much a different reason. He didn’t want to think too hard about the butterflies battling in his stomach as he took a step away.

“Anytime, Marimo.”

October's on it's way and it's time to start prepping those fanfics and artwork!

As always – this challenge is just for fun! There is no pressure to complete every prompt, just do what you want/what you can. Jump around the list, pick and choose, combine, and interpret the prompts however you like. Just enjoy yourself! Don’t burn out trying to do it all!!

I've continued with the daily and weekly formats for prompt lists this year. The groupings of prompt in the daily prompt list correlate directly with the extended prompts in the weekly prompt list. Both Week 1 and Week 5 are not full weeks based on how the calendar was set, but the rest constitute a full 7 days.

Whether you choose to use one of these lists or both, mix-and-match with another list, use another list entirely, or forgo all lists and make up your own ideas -- it's all up to you!!

As always, I’ll be eager to see all the works created with these prompts under the tag #augtickletober2025!