'ZOEY NOOOHO WAIT' Rumi exclaimed whilst backing off trying to figure out how to get away from her friend.
Zoey gave a fake puppy dog look 'but..but I just got these done'. She whined whilst lifting up her hands to reveal newly manicured nails, her fingers curled then wriggled as she started to grin excitedly. Rumi just stared with a nervous smile 'oh look they are pretty aren't they...let me just go get a mir-.
That was it, before she could finish that sentence. Zoey started to rake her fingers ever so gently on Rumi's belly, tracing the patterns and making her go crazy with laughter 'HAHAHA ZOEHEHEHEY NOHOHO NOT.. THEHEHEHEHER'.
'Oh there, you want tickles there?....OKAY if you must insist'. Zoey giddily replied back. she continued whilst using one hand to get her friend's side, with the other still fixated to her midsection.
Rumi was rolling on the bed trying to get away from the friendly manicured spiders, finding that the feeling of how much she was laughing felt...kind of nice.
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Summary: Set in an au where Rumi’s mom lives and Celine helps raising Rumi, resulting in them having a better relationship. Celine is sparring with Rumi, training her to become a hunter. But Celine’s tactics cause Rumi to accuse her of fighting dirty.
This is a tickle fic, keep scrolling if that’s not your thing!
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Rumi easily dodges Celine’s attack, a daring and confident grin on her face.
Rumi turned 13 six months ago, and her mom finally gave Celine the ok to start training Rumi on how to fight demons.
Celine is impressed with how fast Rumi is improving.
“Well done, little tiger. Now, try and take me down.” Celine orders. Rumi’s eyes widen. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s cute that you think you can hurt me. Now come on.” Celine smirks playfully, and Rumi glares.
She attacks, with Celine encouraging her to fight harder as the elder hunter is constantly just out of reach. “Come on Rumi! You can do it!”
Finally after 10 minutes, Rumi catches Celine off guard. with a swift knee to the stomach, Celine falls down and Rumi tackles her, sitting on her waist with a victorious smile.
“Good job, Rums.” Celine smiles. Rumi cheers at the praise.
“Thanks Celine!”
Before Rumi can get off Celine, hands latch onto her sides, and she stiffens immediately. “Word of advice? Don’t leave yourself open.”
With that, Celine attacks, targeting the weak spots on Rumi’s torso and ribs. “Nohohohoho! That’s chehehehating!” Rumi protests, already giggling hysterically.
“All’s fair in love and war, tiger.” Celine murmurs. Rumi now finds herself pinned beneath her aunt, kicking and flailing uselessly to escape her grasp.
“Stahahahahahp!! You wihihihin!” Rumi begs, shrieking when Celine tickles the sensitive skin behind her knee. “This isn’t about winning, Rumi. This is just me having fun.” Celine smiles.
“And what did I say about wearing socks during training? You know you’re supposed to be bare foot, Rumi-ya.” Celine pulls off her sock, tickling her foot mercilessly. Rumi squeals, cackling when Celine’s nimble fingers skitter under her toes.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO! MERCY!” Rumi howls, using her other foot to kick Celine’s back. Her feet have been her weak spot since she was a baby, something Celine and her mom loved to take advantage of.
“Celine, quit torturing my daughter.”
Miyeong is standing in the doorway of the gym, an exasperating but fond smile on her lips. “MOM! HEHEHEEHEHLP MEHEHEHEHE!” Rumi screams, tears running down her cheeks.
Miyeong approaches Celine, poking her in the ribs, which is her weak spot. Celine yelps at the unexpected attack, which gives Rumi enough leverage to pull free.
Rumi gasps, residual giggles falling out of her mouth. “That’s such a dirty tactic! Unfair.” She pouts. Celine laughs, pulling Rumi onto her lap and kissing her head. “Sweetheart, I’ve always told you to use your enemies’ weaknesses to your advantage. Not my fault you’re so ticklish. You get it from your mama.”
Miyeong flushes at the sudden mention of how ticklish she is. “You did good today Rumi. How about we order some food?” Celine offers, causing Rumi’s eyes to light up. “Yes!” She dashes out of the room, causing her aunt and mother to chuckle.
huh who are you whaddya want oh hey bud!! this is a fic for KPop Demon Hunters!! sorry it's a little late lol but i wanted to write a little Rujinu! (also i know this gif has been used a lot for rujinu tickle fics but i like it so >:P)
this is a fic requested by @keke-thegigglygirl!! thank you so much for the request <3333
this is for TKTober using the prompt list by @softcloudystars
The Snitch in Stitches
Words: 2,351
Pairing: Ler!Jinu, Lee!Rumi (and Ler!Jinu's animals lmao)
Warnings: spoilers? i think? watch the damn movie xD
Prompt: Villain Tickles
The city was quiet, the streets below her window nearly empty. Rumi should've been asleep hours ago, but she'd been tossing and turning, restless in her bed. Finally, she slipped into her pajama pants and padded down the hall toward the stairwell that led up to the rooftop. Sometimes she sat up there just to feel the night breeze and clear her head.
She had barely reached the first landing when a familiar shadow padded into view. Crosseyed golden eyes glinted from the darkness, followed by the broad striped form of Jinu's tiger.
"Oh, no," she muttered, backing up a step. "Again? Not tonight."
The tiger slunk closer, brushing against her legs in that deliberate way it always did. A low rumble vibrated in its chest, like a purr and a growl combined. The soft fur rubbed against her thighs, and despite herself, she let out a sharp laugh, stumbling sideways.
"KnoHohock ihit off! I know what you're doing!" She shoved gently at its broad shoulder, but the beast only leaned harder, tail curling with mischievous intent.
Before she could escape, a flutter of wings announced... the other one. Jinu's bird swooped down from the stairwell above, perching squarely on her shoulder. Its feathers tickled her neck as it pecked insistently, then nibbled lightly near her ear.
"Gah-! Stohohop, stohohop, stohohohohop! Ohohoh my gohod!" Rumi squealed, swatting frantically. The tiger pressed closer, effectively boxing her in, while the bird shuffled along her collar, pecking at the loose threads of her sleep shirt.
Laughter spilled out of her in helpless bursts. She wriggled free, bolting up the stairs. The sound of claws and wings followed closely behind. They weren't attacking her... well, not really... but they were relentless, prodding her onward with their brushes and nips until she realized exactly where they were herding her.
"O-ohoh, come ohohon!" she groaned, clutching the railing. "Fihihine! Ihihi'll go seehee him! Youhuhu wihihin!"
With a final squawk of approval and a swipe of a striped tail, her escorts hurried her up the last flight of stairs.
The rooftop was awash in silver light, the city stretching out endlessly beneath. A breeze tugged at Rumi's hair, still mussed from her unwilling tussle with the animals. She stumbled through the door and out onto the flat expense, breathing hard.
And of course, there he was.
Jinu stood near the railing, one hand resting lazily against it, watching the horizon like he'd been waiting all along. The glow of the streetlights below ironically outlined him in a halo, making him look effortlessly untouchable.
His eyes flicked to her, and that smirk of his that never failed to annoy her appeared instantly. "Well. Look who showed up~."
Rumi crossed her arms, trying to gather herself. "Your stupid tiger and bird attacked me," she said flatly. "They wouldn't leave me alone until I came up here."
The tiger padded proudly past her and sat beside Jinu's legs. The bird swooped overhead and landed on the railing, puffing up smugly.
Jinu didn't even glance at them, he was too busy grinning at her. "Attacked you? That's a pretty strong word. You look fine to me. Cute pajamas, by the way~." His gaze flicked down at the patterned pants she'd thrown on, and the teasing lilt in his voice made her flush.
Rumi tugged at the hem self-consciously. "That's not the point- They, they were harassing me. I'm telling you, you need to keep them in line."
"Mm," Jinu hummed, pushing off the railing and strolling closer. His steps were unhurried, confident. "So you came all the way up here to... tattle on them?"
Heat crept into Rumi's cheeks. "I wouldn't call it tattling. It's just... someone's gotta hold them accountable."
Jinu stopped in front of her, folding his arms with mock seriousness. "Wow. You really came all this way just to snitch. On my tiger. On my bird. That's low, Rumi. Real low."
She backed up a half-step, hands flying up instinctively. "Wait, wait. Don't look at me like that. I didn't even want to come up here! They dragged me!"
"Dragged you?" He tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief. "Funny, I didn't see any claw marks. Or hear you screaming for help. Just sounded like... You had a little fun on the way up."
"I-I did not-!" she snapped, though her ears burned with betrayal from the memory of her giggles in the stairwell.
Jinu leaned closer, lowering his voice until it carried that dangerous, teasing weight. "So, let me get this straight. You laughed the whole way up, and now you're trying to pin the blame on them?"
Rumi's pulse skipped. She waved her hands rapidly, trying to stall. "Hold on, hold on! Let's just talk this through, okay? We can be reasonable about this-"
But the look in his eyes said otherwise.
Jinu took a deliberate step closer, forcing her back toward the wall of the stairwell entrance. "Reasonable," he echoed, smiling far too widely. "You know, I don't think that's what you really want right now."
The tiger huffed at his feet, and the bird let out a quick, sharp chirp like an audience rooting for the main act.
Rumi's shoulders pressed against the wall, and she swallowed. "Jinu-!"
He grinned, leaning just enough to hover over her, voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "You tried to turn them in. That's betrayal, Rumi. And you know what happens to traitors, where I come from?"
Her breath caught. "Wait, wait-!"
But his fingers were already twitching in the air, playful and deliberate. The kind of warning that promised Rumi would regret every single word she'd just said.
Rumi didn't even have time to brace herself. Jinu's hands swooped down, fingers wiggling menacingly before landing square on her sides.
"Wha- nohoHOHOHO!" Her laughter burst out immediately, wild and unrestrained as she collapsed backward against the wall, clutching at his wrists.
"See?" Jinu crowed, leaning over her. "You are a traitor. Guilty as charged." His thumbs kneaded against the sensitive spot above her waist, and Rumi shrieked, thrashing.
"Fair?" His brows arched, the smirk pulling wider across his face. "Rumi, when have I ever promised you fairness?"
The tiger hopped over beside her, brushing its head against her legs with deliberate pressure, and she squealed louder, jerking her knees up. The bird fluttered down just overhead, letting out a triumphant chirp.
"YouHuHuR mIhIHIhInions ahahahare EHEHEEvIhiL!" she gasped between laughter. "YouhuhuHU're- YouhUhuHU're sushuHUhuch ahaha ViHIHILLahAHAIN!!"
Jinu leaned down, close enough that she could see the glint in his dark eyes. "A villain, huh? Careful, Rumi. I'm a demon, remember?" His voice dropped lower, all smoky and dramatic. "You oughtn't tease demons, demon-hunter."
Rumi tried to glare at him through her watery laughter, but it only made her shoulders shake harder. "Y-YOuhuhuHU woUhUhUld SSaHhaahHY tHhahahAt! YouhUhU'RE HOHORRIBLE-!"
"Oh?" His grin sharpened, and he pressed his fingers into her ribs. She squealed, arching against the stone wall. "Funny, coming from someone with demon blood. Shouldn't throw stones from glass apartments."
She gasped out a laugh, swatting uselessly at him. "LOHoHOW BloHoHoW! DohohoHn't tuhuHUhurn thihiHIs arouhuhnd on mehehe- AhahHA! NoHhOhOHO!"
"Maybe you shouldn't call me a villain, then." He teased relentlessly, leaning closer until his breath brushed her cheek.
The proximity made her heart trip over itself in her chest, though she tried to mask it with breathless laughter. Jinu was too close, too smug, and she wasn't sure if her face burned more from his tickling or from the look he was giving her.
For one unbearable moment, Jinu pulled back, giving her a chance to catch her breath. Rumi gulped air, pressing her palms to her flushed cheeks.
Then he leaned in again, slowly, deliberately, fingers hovering near her neck.
Her eyes widened instantly. "D-don't. Don't you dare."
He tilted his head, feigning innocence. "Don't what?" His voice was light, teasing, but his fingers wiggled ominously just a hair's breadth from her skin.
"You know what-!" she squeaked, clamping her shoulders up around her ears.
"Ohhh, so you do know." He grinned, eyes dancing. "Rumors must be true then."
"R-Rumors?!" Her voice jumped an octave, panicked.
"Mhm." He dragged out the hum, circling his hand like a predator playing with its food. "A little birdie told me..." His fingers brushed the curve of her neck, barely a touch, and she exploded into helpless laughter again. "...that this is your weak spot."
"NoHoHohO-! IhiHiHI'm NOhOHOT!" she tried to argue, but her words tangled in her broken laughter.
"Not what~?" he prodded, teasing tone practically babying her. "Not ticklish~? Could've fooled me~." His fingertips danced lightly, fluttering against the sensitive skin, and she nearly curled in on herself.
Her laughter ran sharp and bright across the rooftop, spilling into the night air. "StoHoHoHOp! JiHIHiHINu PlEHehehehEHEase! NoHoHOT THeheHHERe!"
"Wow~," he breathed mock-dramatically, pausing just enough to keep her on edge. "Wonder what happens if I..." His fingers darted under her chin, scratching gently, and she shrieked.
"NoHOHOHOHO, NOhOhOHot AgaHAahaHAHAIN!" Her voice cracked with hysterical laughter as she tried to squirm away, but his other hand pinned her shoulder effortlessly.
The tiger purred approvingly, nudging at her calves, while the bird flapped circles overhead, cheering him on.
Jinu chuckled low, leaning close enough that his lips nearly brushed her ear. "Maybe. But I think you like me that way."
Her heart skipped another beat at that, so quick and soft she almost didn't notice, but her face burned hotter, and she turned it into a fresh round of squirming protests.
At last, Jinu relented, pulling his hands back with maddening slowness. Rumi collapsed against the wall, panting, her cheeks scarlet and her hair a mess around her face.
He crouched beside her, smug grin firmly in place, and casually tugged at the leg of her pagama pants. "By the way, these are too cute. Criminally so."
Rumi groaned, yanking her leg back. "Oh my god, really? That's what you're stuck on?"
"Absolutely." He leaned back on his heels, studying her with infuriating amusement. "You run around the rooftop in these, accusing me of being a villain, while looking like..." He gestured vaguely, smirking. "A build-a-bear."
She kicked at him weakly, still catching her breath. "Shut up! They're comfortable!"
"Cute, though," he added offhandedly, like it cost him nothing, but the way his gaze lingered made her pulse jump again.
She ducked her head quickly, hoping the night breeze would disguise the fresh warmth in her cheeks.
Jinu, of course, didn't miss a thing. His hand reached down to lightly trace her calf, reminding her just how easily he could start all over. "Careful, Rumi. I might just tickle you for those cuteness crimes, too."
She slapped his hand away, laughing weakly. "Don't even!"
"Oh, I'll even." His grin widened, teasing and promising. "In fact, I'm pretty sure you almost want me to."
Her breath caught again, not just from nerves, but from something deeper that she wasn't ready to admit to herself.
And that smug demon across from her definitely knew it.
Rumi sat up, brushing her hair out of her eyes, trying to reclaim at least a shred of dignity. Her lungs still burned from laughing, but she lifted her chin like she was about to deliver a lawyer's closing remarks.
"Okay. Listen. I've learned my lesson," Rumi said, pointing a finger at him. "No more snitching. No more calling you a villain. Your animals are..." She rolled her eyes. "...saints, okay? Just... no more tickling."
Jinu arched a brow, leaning in just close enough to make her lean back instinctively. That's your offer?"
"Yes!" She gestured wildly. "Take it or leave it!"
His grin spread slowly, dangerous and knowing. "Hmm. I'm not convinced."
Her stomach dropped. "Wait- Jinu- Don't. I mean it-!"
"Aww, are you suuure~?" he crooned in exaggerated baby talk, tilting his head. "Are you reeeeally sorry, Rumi~? Or is this just another little trick of yours~?"
She groaned, covering her face with both hands. "You're impossible."
"Eh, possible enough." He grabbed her wrists gently, pulling them down before she could shield herself, and slipped his fingers back into her sides.
Her squeal split the night air, laughter bursting out as she kicked against the rooftop stone. "JIHIHIHINUHuHU! IHIHI SwwHEHEheHEAR! IIHIHIHI'll DOHoHohO AahahHAhNything!!"
"Oh? Anything?" His tone was gleefully sharp. "That's a bold promise. What if I want... five more minutes of this?"
"NOHOHOHO!! NoHohOT FIhIHihIVE! NoHoHOHOT EvEEhehEHN OhoHohone!" she howled, twisting as his teasing fingers found every soft spot along her waist.
The tiger purred and flopped onto its side nearby, as if it was enjoying the show.
Rumi's laughter cracked into hiccups as she thrashed and bargained wildly. "OkAaHahHAY! IhIHiHIHI'll NEHEhHEEVER SNIhIHIHTCH agAHAHAIN! NohOhOHO MOoHoHORE!!"
Finally, finally, Jinu relented. He pulled back with theatrical patience, settling down cross-legged beside her like nothing had happened. Rumi slumped forward, pressing her forehead against his shoulder while she caught her breath, still shaking with after-giggles.
"See?" he said smugly. "Lesson learned."
She mumbled something unintelligible into his shirt.
"What was that?" he asked, cupping a hand around his ear in mock innocence.
Her head snapped up, cheeks blazing. "I said- you're the worst."
He laughed, unbothered, and slipped an arm casually around her shoulders. "And yet, here you are, still here on this rooftop with me."
The tiger curled at her feet, warm and heavy, while the bird hopped closer to perch above them. Together, they looked far too pleased with themselves.
Rumi groaned dramatically, hiding her face in her hands. "One day, I'm gonna get revenge."
Jinu smirked, leaning in close, his voice dropping to that teasing edge again. "Oh, I hope so. Because the harder you fight back... the cuter you get."
Her heart gave a traitorous lurch, and she shoved at him with both hands. "S-SHut Up!" She stood, brushing herself off and walking off with a huff toward the door to the stairwell.
He only chuckled, letting her push him away, knowing full well she'd come right back up to this rooftop again.
Rumi was sitting on the couch of the penthouse. She scanned over the patterns on her arms. It felt... weird not covering up after so long. After Celine's constant rules that told Rumi to hide. To cover up. To hide her true self from her friends...
Rumi was finally able to get closer with Zoey and Mira after Jinu's sacrifice and the Honmoon returning. Sure, Jinu was... basically her sword, but... still hurt. She missed him. Even if she was closer to Mira and Zoey, and even if she was happier than before... everything still felt out of place. *She* felt out of place.
Obviously, these were just overthinking thoughts. Usually, she'd just shake it off. But this time? It was pretty bad. She couldn't help it!
"RUMMIII!! We got ramennn!!!" Zoey's squealing interrupted Rumi's thought
"And cookies... cause *somebody* snuck them in the cart like the sneak they are~" Mira chuckled, poking Zoey's side playfully
"Ehehe-!" Zoey giggled cheerfully and flopped on the couch next to Rumi, Mira sitting on the other side.
Rumi gave them a small smile, curling up a little with a nod.
This didn't go unnoticed by the two
"You okay?" Mira placed a hand on Rumi's shoulder, Zoey facing her purple haired friend
"Hmn?.. Oh, uh-- yeah..."
"You sure? You don't sound okay..." Zoey frowned, scooting closer to Rumi
"You know you can tell us, right?"
At Mira's words, Rumi sighed a little. Not in annoyance, not in sadness... well, a little. But more in confusion.
"It's just... I feel... wrong?.."
"Wrong?" The two girls questioned
"Yeah.. I know everything is fine now, but... these thoughts just... won't go away." Rumi looked down, not wanting to face her friends worried faces
Rumi was more open now after everything. Mira and Zoey were thankful for that.
"Is it about your patterns?.." Zoey asked carefully.
Rumi nodded. "Everything's just doesn't feel right this time..."
After the whole saving the world thing, the girls had a talk. A long one. But it ended well. Zoey and Mira understood Rumi's side, and she understood their side. And that talk did end with the three loved each other. Inside and out, patterns or none.
Mira and Zoey looked at each other, wondering what to do. They shared a look and nodded
"Rumi, you want the thing to help??" Zoey asked, leaning on Rumi
Rumi blushed a little "I-I, um...--"
"It's fine if not. Zoey probably has another 500 things to help." Mira said, a light jab to Zoey
"Hey!!" Zoey laughed, the other two giggling along
"Um.. yeah, it's fine..." Rumi smiled softly.
"Yay!! Okay, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere!!" Zoey clapped her hands, and practically bounced closer to Rumi "Readyyy?"
"I guess?.."
And before she knew it, she felt fingers lightly trace over her patterns. Zoey focused on Rumi's arm, and Mira focused on Rumi's belly. Mira was lying down on her stomach, her legs swinging behind her.
"eek-! Ehe-.. Mihira..." Rumi giggled softly, not squirming but curling up a little
"What? I'm doing it lightly. I *could* be doing this--" Mira scribbled her fingers on Rumi's exposed belly
"MIHIHIRA!!--"
Zoey snorted "Mihims! Don't kill the poor girl!"
"Okay, okay.." She went back to the light traces
"I like how they shine when we touch them!" Zoey pointed out
"Just means she likes it~" Mira teased with a grin, adding a little bit more pressure
Rumi snorted, covering her face with her hands. "Shuhuhut uhuhup!!"
"Wow, you hear this, Zoey? We're trynna help and she's being mean!"
Zoey giggled, shaking her head "Ruhumi, how could you!"
"Buhut-- EEP!!-" Rumi shrieked as Mira's fingers became a claw opening and closing on her knee
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Rarely experiences lee moods but when she does they are strong.
She has a hard time asking Mira and Zoey to tickle her so she often suffers in silence.
Her death spots are her sides, though tracing along any of her patterns also drives her crazy.
You have to be gentle, if you get too rough while tickling her it'll hurt.
Being a Hunter, she instinctually fights back, mainly by kicking. Just steer clear of her legs and you'll be fine.
When she's tickle drunk she just melts into a puddle of giggles for a while.
Ler
She loves messing with Mira and Zoey before a concert as a way to help them relax.
We're talking sporadic pinches and pokes, though if one of them seems really stressed she'll give them a full-on tickle attack.
She either pins them to a couch/bed with their arms up, or grabs and holds them from behind.
She has specific methods for Mira and Zoey, she's gotten really good at getting the best reactions out of them.
Always hugs/cuddles her lee until they've recovered from being tickle drunk.
Mira
Switch
Lee
She'll never admit it, but she loves being a lee.
Death spots are her armpits and her back, specifically along her spine.
Like Rumi, she'll fight back a lot, though as opposed to Rumi's kicking, she holds nothing back. It often takes both Rumi and Zoey to stage a good tickle attack.
She angrily shouts a lot. Lots of insults and cursing, all while stifling her laughter.
After a while she usually gives up, just letting it happen until her ler(s) let up. She'll also start laughing, which is usually very wheezy.
As soon as she's free from the attack, she runs and hides in her room (or in the bathroom if it was a pre-show attack), not allowing for any aftercare to be given.
Ler
She almost exclusively targets Zoey as she assumes Rumi doesn't want to be tickled.
If she sees Zoey tickling Rumi then she'll join in, but she'll never start it herself.
She's rough with it, her main methods are scratching and digging in with her fingers. Luckily this is perfect for Zoey.
She teases Zoey a lot, both during an attack and just randomly throughout the day.
While she's tickling someone is one of the softest you'll ever see her facial expressions. She gently giggles along with them with complete adoration in her eyes.
Her form of aftercare is giving her lee a pat on the shoulder and sitting with them until they recover.
Zoey
Lee leaning switch
Lee
She has one of the prettiest laughs you've ever heard.
Super ticklish, but only if you tickle her right. “Right” meaning you gotta be rough or else she won’t feel it that much.
Doesn’t seek out tickles, even if she wants to, she waits for them to come to her.
Once you’ve figured it out she won’t fight back much mainly out of fear of hurting you. And a little bit not wanting to scare you off.
Lots of “no”s and “stop”s, especially while her death spots are being targeted.
Those being her belly, thighs, and feet. If you tickle her belly that’s one of the few times she’ll fight back, pushing your hands away desperately.
Giggles weakly for minutes at a time afterwards, often massaging wherever you’d attacked her (her preference for rough tickles can hurt sometimes).
Ler
Very playful ler. We’re talking teases, brushes along your side, cluelessly squeezing your leg while pretending to laugh, the whole caboodle.
If she ever decides to actually begin a tickle attack, you’d better hope she doesn’t know your worst spots because she will not let up if she does.
Though she always makes sure to know your limits/safewords. She doesn’t wanna tire you out too badly. Where’s the fun in that?
If she’s looking to cheer you up as opposed to just having some fun, she’ll give soft tickles to get you giggling softly for a while.
Great at aftercare. She’ll cuddle you until you’ve caught your breath before offering to make you a snack or watch some videos about turtles with her.
A tword fic that takes place post-movie where Rumi meets with Celine who, for the sake of plot, still refuses to look at Rumi's patterns and they get in a HUGE fight. Rumi storms out, getting back to their home only for her to break down immediately in front of her girls. After a lot of cute hurt/comfort, they're cuddling and accidentally brush against Rumi's patterns to which they find out she's extremely ticklish and proceed to wreck her to cheer her up more 🥹💖
Summary: While relaxing on their hiatus, Mira and Zoey make a discovery about Rumi that she herself wasn’t even aware of.
This is a tickle fic, so please scroll if that’s not your thing! Prompt is courtesy of @barely-an-artist! Unfortunately their handle is showing up so I will link the original post :)
💬 3 🔁 89 ❤️ 879 · Headcanon that Rumi is super ticklish but never knew cuz Celine never played around with her. So after everything while
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Giggling can be heard throughout the top floor of the Huntr/x tower.
Mira, Rumi, and Zoey are cuddled up on the couch, with youtube on the flat screen tv. Zoey suggested watching videos of fans reacting to them confirming #Polytrix was very much a real thing. And their reactions are pretty hysterical.
“Man, our next concert after hiatus is going to be crazy!” Zoey exclaims. Rumi wipes a tear from her eye, still giggling. “I know right? As much as I’m loving our hiatus, I’m looking forward to our next show for that reason alone.”
Mira hums in agreement, still hyper focused on the youtube video playing. “Zoey? Can you go get us more snacks?” Rumi smiles sweetly. Zoey rolls her eyes playfully, poking Rumi’s side before getting off the couch.
A sudden squeal causes the youngest hunter to freeze in her tracks. 
When she glances back towards the couch, Rumi has moved a considerable distance from where she originally was, her body almost on top of Mira’s.
“Rumi-what-?” Mira’s voice is cut off by a loud gasp from Zoey, who apparently caught on quicker than she did.
“Rumi! Are you ticklish?” Zoey questions, sitting down next to her excitedly. “Uh…I don’t know…” Rumi can’t even remember the last time she was tickled. She doesn’t know if she’s *ever* been tickled.
Zoey grins. “Well…I think we have to find that out, don’t we Mira?”
Mira nods in agreement. “I think we dooo!” She sings teasingly.
Rumi audibly swallows. “Just let us know if you’re uncomfortable ok?” Zoey murmurs. Rumi nods.
Zoey wastes no time, setting her hands on Rumi’s exposed stomach, causing her to tense instantly.
“I’m barely touching you and you’re already smiling?” Zoey laughs. Rumi blushes deeply, her cheeks now slightly red.
The leader suddenly lets out a high pitched screech, before bursting into frenzied laughter.
Mira’s manicured nails are scratching right in the center of Rumi’s underarm as she tries to pull away.
“Nohohohoho-Ohohoho my god! STAHAHAHAHAHP!” Rumi squeals.
Zoey attacks her stomach, her fingers feverishly tickling her sides and toned abs.
Rumi didn’t know she could laugh so hard.
Her skin feels like it’s on fire. She is at the complete mercy of her lovers, who are completely unrelentless in their playful attack.
But she doesn’t hate it.
It’s maddening in the best way possible.
Mira squeezes at her rib cage, making her shriek and arch her back. “Stahahahahahap!”
Zoey leans down, blowing a massive raspberry on her stomach.
Rumi is squirming and flailing, but she makes no true effort to get out of Mira’s grasp.
Mira begins playfully nibbling on Rumi’s neck, all while Zoey’s hands remain glued to her sides. The combination of the nibbling and Zoey’s freshly manicured nails on her torso is pure torture.
“Look at her, Mira. She’s not even trying to get away!” Zoey teases. “Yeah, it’s almost like she’s enjoying this or something.” Mira smirks.
Rumi blushes furiously. “Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Zoey gasps dramatically. “Now you’re being mean to us after all the love we’re giving you?!”
Mira shakes her head in mock disappointment. Zoey moves away from Rumi’s torso, sitting on Rumi’s ankles.
“Zoey…what are you-?”
Rumi doesn’t even get to finish her sentence before the youngest hunter attacks her feet with wickedly precise movements.
Rumi screams loud enough that her demon voice comes out for a moment. Then she bursts into cackles.
Mira’s eyes widen in surprise, and Zoey jumps. Rumi thrashes violently, trying and failing to pull her legs out of Zoey’s grasp. Her laughter is louder than ever, almost loud enough to break the sound barrier. Or at least that’s how it feels.
“Uh Zo, I think you found her worst spot.” Mira chuckles. Rumi’s demon voice didn’t even phase her. It rarely comes out, but it when it does, neither of them are bothered by it. In fact, they usually tease her about it.
“You’re not kidding!” Zoey exclaims. Rumi’s nerves are on fire, the tingling sensation on her soles is driving her absolutely insane. She didn’t know it could get worse than it was on her stomach and sides.
“STAHAHAHAHP! OHOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOD! MERCY!” Rumi howls, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her patterns are pulsating brightly, her golden eye fully visible and on display, and her cheeks are bright red.
Zoey targets every inch of her feet. Her arch, toes, heels, absolutely everywhere. Each movement is more torturous than the last.
She only shows mercy once Rumi begins wheezing. Slowly her fingers let up, and Mira releases her arms.
Rumi lays on the couch, gasping with residual giggles falling out of her mouth. “You’re….evil.” She wheezes, weakly pointing at Zoey.
Zoey laughs. “Well, I think it’s safe to say you’re ticklish, Rumi. In fact, I’d say you’re extremely ticklish.”
Mira squeezes Zoey’s side, making her shriek and wrap her arms around herself protectively. “I don’t think anyone is as bad as you Zoey.”
Zoey pouts, snuggling up next to Rumi, who is still lying down and catching her breathe. “That was…fun.” Rumi murmurs, wrapping an arm around Zoey’s waist. “You liked that?” Mira questions. Rumi nods. “It’s a bit overwhelming but…I think I needed that. It felt nice.”
Zoey presses a kiss to her lips, and Mira repeats the same action moments later.
