#ler!luke

“Luke,” Marius suddenly called out, glancing sideways at Luke who was, just like you were, observing the two nervously. “I’ll ask again, Luke. Am I Mr. Artem Wing?” Marius asked. Luke was stuttering, but couldn’t get in between them again with a firm ‘no’ or anything else, given the tense atmosphere.

Marius already continued to speak: “Summarizing all of your answers, I am a male, I am old, I am not big, but I do have big earsー”

“Mr. Wing does not have big ears though,” you whispered, but Marius didn’t hear and continued.

“You are also an animal, Marius. You are forgetting a key part of the interrogation,” Vyn said in all seriousness. You should have known. There was no such thing as playing a fun and simple game of Who Am I? with the NXX gang. 

“Ah, an animal. Right. I stick to my guess. Mr. Wing is also kind of an animal,” Marius said, shrugging. Artem glared.

“Your insults are getting less and less creative. I suggest you proceed with more clever guesses, or you should just give up and admit you cannot guess the character,” he said. Ah, these two really weren’t getting along! Still, it was hard to fight back your giggles as you felt your lips twitch unwillingly. 

On Marius’ forehead was the card that said ‘Mickey Mouse’ and for the past ten minutes it had been him trying to guess the name which was not that difficult. From Elvis to Sherlock Holmes, Harry Potter, Leonardo da Vinci, Darius Morgan, Phoenix Wright and Mark Zuckerberg, everyone else including yourself had already finished some interrogation rounds successfully and guessed the right names. 

It was just Marius who was still Mickey Mouse for such a long while since the start of the game that all of you had decided to focus your attention on him alone until he would guess it right. Though usually enjoying to be in the spotlight, Marius did seem to get annoyed and had been trying to wriggle his way out of it by provoking Artem.

“Ask more about the animal’s nature,” Vyn suggested. 

“Or his career,” Luke said.

Marius rolled his eyes, a confused look on his face that said ‘an animal’s career?’ but he sighed and growled, “Fine. Am I a monkey?” 

“No,” chirped Luke.

“Am I a cat? Or a dog?”

“No and no,” Vyn said. 

“A fish?” You shook your head at him. Marius made a wild gesture with his hands.

“A bear?” 

“Nope,” Artem said. There was definitely something smug about Artem’s attitude, and unfortunately Marius did not miss this. He lunged towards him and sneered, “Ah I see. You thought of a difficult name for me, just to finally have something I am not better at. Hm?” 

“Just keep guessing, Marius,” you tried gently, but Marius was fixated on Artem again and you were kind of relieved that he didn’t catch Luke’s very soft “It’s not that difficult though...” because if he did, Luke would be enjoying all of that attention that was going to Artem now.

“Looks like we’ll still be here tomorrow,” was Artem’s calm remark, sparking Marius’ irritation again. There had been something mischievous about the usual serious Artem all day, something childish yet not more childish than Marius himself, and you were torn between amusement and fear of this all escalating into something bad. 

“Rosa~ Help me out here? They are bullying me,” Marius whined like a child, pouting at you. It was hilarious how he really did seem at loss with this game, and it didn’t even seem to cross his mind that you were the one who came up with the idea to play this in the first place. Or better, that it was your very own hand that wrote the name 'Mickey Mouse' for Marius to guess.

“Just keep on guessing. You are really close,” you encouraged him. He wasn’t close though. You could tell Marius had still no idea.

“Perhaps he will need a hand,” Vyn said. Marius let out a sudden guffaw. 

“Oh you guys are loving this aren’t you? The only way you guys can beat me is with silly games, or maybe even a prank. I’m not gonna be surprised if I take this off and there’s no name on it. It’s getting shady, why am I the only one who’s an animal?” Marius said, grabbing at the card on his forehead, but Luke reached out swiftly and caught his arm.

“Hey, don’t take it off now!” the brunet warned. Marius was sort of right. The guys were enjoying the hilarity of Marius failing at something as simple as a guessing game, but there was no prank going on here. Marius really failed gloriously and you couldn’t blame them - especially Artem - for rubbing salt into the wound.

“See? You don’t want me to see you’re fooling me huh?” Marius said, trying to pull his arm free from Luke who held him with both hands, but Marius reached for the card again with his other hand. This time Vyn got up fast and stood behind Marius, where he grabbed both his arms and moved them behind the seat. 

“You are going to play fairly, Marius. This’ll be a temporary measure to make sure you do,” he said, taking off his own tie and using it to bind his hands behind the chair. Marius laughed out loud again.

“Come on now! As if you guys are playing fairly! This is so childish!” 

“Or you are the childish one. Just because you are finally bad at something doesn’t mean it isn’t fair. You’ll have to accept you can’t be good at everything,” Artem lectured. 

“Oh yeah? Well, it’s not that I don’t want to play a game, I just don’t want to cooperate with your pranks! I’m going home,” Marius said, but Vyn tightened the light bondage on Marius’ hands and said: “Oh but you’re not going anywhere. And it’s not a prank, Marius. It is a fair game.”

“Rosa, help!” Marius made a scene on purpose, still smug and at the same time dramatic about the whole situation, and you shook your head at him.

Vyn sat down again, but Luke leaned towards Marius and poked him teasingly between the ribs.

“I’ll give you a hint. The sort of animal you are tends to get stuck by human traps as well,” he said, but the poke caused a different reaction than everyone expected. Marius literally squeaked. 

Your eyes widened. Marius von Hagen.... Could he be.... Ticklish? Judging from the look on Artem’s face, he seemed to notice too.

“The animal makes a similar sound too,” he said, poking Marius as well from the other side, making him squeak again.

“EEP!”

“The animal does, but the character does not make such a sound,” Luke said, watching how Artem’s single finger poked Marius not one, not two, but three more times.

“Haha-hands off, Artem, you don’t want to face the consequences once I get out of this,” Marius argued, dancing uncomfortably. 

“Hm.  That’s… quite an attitude for someone in your position,” Artem retorted, and this time he made a claw of his hand, digging his fingers into Marius’ torso and getting him to let out another lovely squeak. Luke snickered.

“Shall we tickle him?  he suggested, wiggling his fingers. 

“We could. Until he guesses it right.” 

It was hard to believe what was happening here. You saw how both Artem and Luke surrounded Marius who sat tied to his chair thanks to Vyn’s bondage skills, and their fingers started to poke and prod his sides. Marius threw his head back, the card sticking to his forehead like magic while he let out the loudest most hysterical giggles.

“GAhaha-guhuhuys! Y-you ahahar the wohohorst!” 

You gaped at them and exchanged looks with Vyn. He was smirking. “Amused aren’t you?” he murmured while in the background, Marius continued to laugh because of Artem and Luke tickling him. Artem was calm and collected, tickling Marius with this concentrated look as if he was some kind of work project. Luke was much more playful and smug about it.

“Heehee, take that! Well, aren’t you gonna guess?” he sang.

You chuckled at Vyn. “Yeah. Amused, and confused. What is even happening?” you giggled, amazed that even Artem would do something of such a childish nature. Perhaps everyone would act a little different if a bratty person like Marius was involved.

“Well, I can tell you what’s happening. They are tickling him. What do you say, shall we help out?” Vyn asked you, leaning close as if the two of you were having an intimate and personal moment in the middle of the tickle fest. 

“Should we?” you asked, smirking. Vyn shrugged.

“I think we should.” And so you two rolled your chairs towards where Marius was laughing for his dear life.

“I refuhuhuse to plahahay your stuhuhupid gahahames!” he laughed, and he shrieked even louder when you joined in, clawing at his tummy while Artem continued to tickle his ribs and sides, and Luke was playfully wriggling his fingers under his arms, tickling his armpits.

“You’ll have to, Marius. Continue playing, I will be the one to answer your questions,” Vyn said, sitting right before him with his hands on his knees. He squeezed, and Marius let out a loud gasp.

“AHAHah!” His eyes widened, and you could see the realization on his face. He was stuck. He struggled with his bound arms, but even if he were to shake the tie off, you were certain these guys would not let him go easily. Heh. Neither would you. This was actually fun. 

“Ahaham I a rahahabit?!” Marius finally laughed, and you couldn’t help but giggle along. He was both cute and hilarious right now, and you continued to dance your fingers all over his belly. Vyn snickered and shook his head.

“No, you are not.”

“S-sehehehe, squirrel! A squirrehehel!”

“No,” Artem said firmly.

“A rahhaahat?!” Marius roared. 

Luke giggled. “Close, but no!” 

“AHAHAH! A MOUSEehehee! A stuhuhupid mouse!” 

Vyn smiled. “Correct.” To help ‘celebrate’, Luke switched to tickling Marius’ neck with scribbly finges as he taunted, “Bingo, finally you guessed something right! You are a mouse!” and meanwhile Artem continued to squeeze and pinch at different spots on Marius’ torso, from his upper sides to lower sides, his hips and back up towards his ribs, causing him to bounce hysterically.

“Thehehen stahahhap!” he laughed. 

“You are not there yet, Marius. You are a mouse, continue guessing.” 

“WHahahaht!” 

“Like I said, ask about his career!” Luke said, going back to tickling Marius’ underarms. Marius was giggling and snorting adorably, the grin on his face bigger than ever and a huge blush spreading on his cheeks.

“GAahahah-- a cohohop!?” he asked. Vyn shook his head.

“Can you name any mouse cop? You’ll have to do better than that, Marius,” he said, and he spidered his fingers all over Marius knees and thighs, making the poor ticklish heir bark out some more hysterical cackles.

“GAAGAHha! Not thehehere!” he roared. You were still tickling Marius’ tummy, gently and not too harshly, but you couldn’t help but move up his shirt a little and scribbled circles around on his stomach, fluttering all over the soft bare skin. Marius seemed to get even more flustered at this, and he shook his head. The card threatened to fall off, but Artem slapped it firmly back on Marius’ head, making the guy yelp out loud.

“HAHAHA! Artehehem you ahahaass-ahaha!” 

“Marius, remember the questions I asked when I was Harry Potter,” you tried to help him fondly even though you couldn’t stop your fingers from tickling Marius’ sensitive tummy without mercy. 

“HEYAhah!” Marius squealed and shook his head again, but this time the card was glued firmly to his forehead, and he continued his hysterical laughing fit.

“Hahahha! Ahaham I on T-Teehehee-TV?!” Marius laughed, indeed succeeding to copy your questions from earlier.

“Correct.” 

“OHOhoh! Ahaham I Jeheherry?!” Marius really appeared like he thought he finally guessed correct, but Vyn’s answer was a teasy “No~” and he punished the wrong guess with fierce squeezes right above Marius’ knees, making him howl for his ticklish life.

“AHhahahah! Nohhoho thihis ihiihisn’t fahahahair!” he laughed. You smiled, wonderstruck by how attractive the young heir looked laughing his head off like this.

“It’s a little fair, Marius. Continue guessing, you’re so close,” you encouraged.

“Come on man, can’t you really think of any other famous mouse on TV?” Luke asked - his tickles were the most energetic, switching from rapid pokes and finger wiggles and switching spots even when it would cause his hands to bump against yours or Artem's.

“PIHIHIKACHU!” Marius roared. Luke frowned.

“That’s a mouse?” he asked, to which you nodded.

“Actually it is. But wrong guess, Marius!” 

By now Marius was really turning beet red as he continued to laugh and struggle. Artem had been quiet for a while, tickling Marius with concentration and focus of a typical lawyer, and he smirked as he drilled his fingers between Marius’ ribs.

“I think it is a talent in itself that you give so many wrong guesses, Von Hagen,” he said, triggering Marius but all the graduate student could do was laugh and giggle more as he was attacked from all sides. You only noticed now that his arms were already free again after so much struggling, but both Artem and Luke were holding an arm each, and Marius could do very little with the strength he had left. 

Using their free hands, both men continued to tickle him, making him giggle and squeal even when he was nearly out of breath.

“Guess it right, or give up,” Artem said. Vyn made a face at that.

“Mr. Wing is right,” he said teasingly. “If you would like, you can give up. It means you lose the game.” 

Marius made a face that expressed his surprise and confusion that giving up was still a possibility. But then he shouted “Nahaha-neheheever!” while continuing to squirm in between them.

“Then have it your way~!” Luke said, getting up from where he was sitting so he could tickle his armpits more comfortably. 

“Heeehehehehe! Nahahaha!” You were getting the impression that stubborn Marius was going to laugh himself to death here if he couldn’t still guess the character that wasn’t even so hard. 

Maybe you were enjoying yourself a little too much by bullying your ticklish partner like this, and not just for evil reasons. But when you looked at Artem, Luke and Vyn, you recognized expressions that matched your mood as well. They all looked fond to have the usually arrogant heir laughing like this and refusing to give in.

“Ahahaahahlright I gihihive! Guhuhhuys, enahahaa-enough! I gihiive uuhup!” he finally wheezed. Surprised he still didn’t guess it, you were the first to stop tickling his stomach, and you sat back. Luke also stopped tickling, so did Artem, and finally Vyn stopped the squeezing and digging movements his hands were making on Marius’ legs.  

Leaning forward and bending his head, Marius panted and wheezed, catching his breath tiredly. And as he did, the card finally let go of his sweaty forehead and twirled down onto his lap. It fell with the text upwards, and you could see the realization on Marius’ face as he read it:

Mickey Mouse.

“N-no way,” he panted.

“Not so hard, huh? Can’t believe you didn’t think of the most famous mouse in the world,” Luke said smugly, patting Marius’ shoulder.

“Like I said, you can’t be good at everything,” Artem said, patting his other shoulder. 

“Unbelievable... Mi-Mickey Mouseー” Marius panted, and he raised his head suddenly and glared at everyone.

“You wrote my card, didn’t you-- R-Rosa?” he panted, smirking at you despite his exhausted state. You blinked your eyes.

“King,” you said, using his codename like he kept using yours, and you smiled nervously. 

“She did,” Vyn said, standing behind you with both hands on your shoulders.

“Anything you want to tell her, Mr. Mouse?” he asked. You giggled at the new nickname for Marius, but noticed this certain teasy remark wasn’t necessarily directed at Marius. Gulp. You looked up at Vyn. Why was this situation suddenly getting suspicious? 

“It was also not our idea to play this game. You can’t blame us,” Luke suddenly said. You gasped, turning your head towards him. Wha--?! Yes, it was your idea, so...? You finally looked at Artem, your eyes begging for his help, but you blushed to see the smirk on his face.

“Clever. You perhaps knew that such classic pop culture is Marius’ weakness? Are you the mastermind behind all this?” he said. You started to stutter, blushing like crazy. They were placing the blame for their stupid quarrels and the tickle incident ー which you joined but that wasn’t the point ー on you! 

“N-no of course nohot! Marius I thought it wahahasn’t difficult, ahaahah M-Mariuhuuus!” you whined when Marius lunged at you and started to avenge whatever was left of his dignity by tickling you, the one most responsible for his predicament just now.

“Guys, I might just forgive you for what you did to me if you help me out right now,” Marius purred, smirking at the others. It was no surprise after what all of them said, but still to suddenly have the tables turned with you ending up in Marius’ position of the one tickled by all of the NXX squad, well, that was something you could never ever be properly prepared for.

“HAHahaha- guuuuys!” you howled, but these four had the time of their lives wrecking you, and you were surprised at their well-played teamwork. 

You knew that Luke had told Leia about his... revelation after your lightsaber instruction. How?

Well, it had maybe been a day since Luke had absolutely tickled you into oblivion. You’d been relaxed in the lounge of the Milennium Falcon again, laying across the padded bench with your eyes closed, when you’d felt a weight settle on your waist. 

The mischevious glint in Leia’s eyes and the indignant scowl told you her purpose before she’d even said it.

“How have I never known you were ticklish?!”

Leia made up for it with the kind of dedication you knew was typical of her. By the time she was done with you, she knew every ticklish bone in your body and promised to never let you forget it. 

The next few weeks weren’t as fun, preparing for the trip to Naboo to deal with the unrest following the disbanding of the Empire. You, Han, Chewie, Luke and Leia were choosing to deal with it yourselves, rather than send another squad of Republic fighters. The first had been greatly unprepared for the numbers they’d faced, and your group was used to the odds being against them.

The perk to this trip? Camping in Naboo. The nature there was gorgeous, and it brought you back to fond memories of climbing trees with Leia on Alderaan, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ships coming in to port. 

“So were you just hoping to hide and get out of helping set up the tents?” Luke called up to you and Leia, who’d climbed a tree just minutes after your arriving at the campsite. Chewie let out what you’d come to recognize as a Wookie grunt of complaint, and you watched as he and Han struggled to get the tents upright.

“Kinda?” You shrugged back at Luke, Leia already swinging her legs around to descend back down the tree. 

“We know you boys are incapable of anything without us, but really Han? Defeated by a tent?” Leia teased, lowering herself back onto the grass.

“Yeah, you can make the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs, but a tent-”

You felt your stomach drop before you did, the branch you were using to lower yourself snapping and giving way before you could grab another. 

“Y/N!” you heard Luke exclaim as Leia knelt beside you. You’d missed her in your fall and landed flat on your back, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

“Breathe,” Leia coaxed, bringing your arms up above your head to help you get in some air. 

“I’ll be... fine.. in a second,” you whispered.

Luke offered you a hand after a moment, pulling you into a sitting position as Leia worked on pulling a few stray leaves out of your hair. 

“Did you take the whole tree with you?” she joked, moving on to plucking some out of the knitted top you wore for warmth. She plucked one off your side, and you jolted away from the touch, a slight smile on your face.

Leia hummed, a knowing look gracing her features as she looked at the faint blush on your cheeks.

“Stop it,” you whined, hiding your face in your hands.

“Here, let me help you Leia,” Luke chuckled. You swatted at him as he moved his hands quickly to evade yours, sneaking in pokes and pinches to your sides as Leia removed other leaves from your top. 

“You’re bohohoth the worst,” you giggled as they helped you up, looking over to where Han and Chewie were unabashedly watching.

“So you both knew about Y/N’s only apparent weakness, and didn’t want to share with Chewie and me?” Han quipped, letting go of the tent, only for the fabric to fall the other way and engulf Chewie.

“Ooo, you’re in for it now,” Luke pretended to whisper. “Wookies are practically tickle monsters, Y/N.”

Chewie grumbled something from under the tent.

“What’d he say, Han?” you asked. 

Han smiled. “He just agreed with Luke.”

As the holiday's washed by in Devildom, within the Purgatory Hall, two young angel's and a sorcerer had chatted whilst watching show's on their D.D.D's, it was relaxing for a matter of time, until Luke made a rather bored whine, "It's so boring!" Whined the young angel, earning the attention of both Simeon and Solomon.

"Oh? If you're that bored, then.." Solomon smirked, earning a nervous gasp as Luke got up to run, only to be caught by the snow white haired male, "You see, I taught myself a new spell, and it may or may not make you a bit.. giggly."

And as he said that, the new spell was casted, some hands digging into the blondes side's and ribs, earning loud, childlike laughter to pour out of his throat. As that happened, Simeon couldn't help but feel his face heat up, he looked at his reflection in the D.D.D and saw just how flustered he really was.

Was it Solomon's relentless teasing and pokes that got him to feel like this, or Luke's obvious joyful laughter as those merciless hands kept digging for gold, perhaps it was both?

He thought to himself, turning to attention to the two with such a reddened face.

"-meon, Simeon, you look like you have a fever, are you okay? Hello!" Luke waved his hand over his face, making Simeon finally snap out of it, "Hm? Oh, no, sorry, I just spaced out for a moment is all hahah!" He reclaimed, watching as Luke's expression went from worried to concerned, "Simeon, please tell us what's wrong." He said, wrapping his arms around Simeon's left one, nuzzling into his forearm, Simeon loved this childish side to him, it made him feel more like an elder brother figure, and Luke was oblivious to that.

Solomon then butted in, "Luke, have you ever considered that poor Simeon might be a bit.. flustered or perhaps even jealous that he hasn't gotten any.." He waited for Luke to fill in the blank, watching as the gear's in his brain functioned, "Oh! Simeon want's to be tick-"

"You know what, I just remembered, I should go make sure MC is o-EEP!"

Oh no, why was I figured out now.

He thought, before feeling Luke's nimble, small finger's get into his underarms, "Hey, now it's convenient why his so revealed!" Luke smiled sweetly, unintentionally teasing the taller angel, to Solomon's amusement, Simeon didn't try to stop Luke, perhaps because his still young, but nevertheless, it was an amusing sight for the sorcerer.

"Luke, try kneading there, as if you are kneading some dough." Solomon helped out, Luke smiling widely, "Okay!" He obliged, doing exactly so, and to their amusement, Simeon thee his head back while curling up, arm's throwing down towards his side's, L-LuhUHuke, n-ngheheheh!" He tried to resist, oh how he hasn't felt such fluttery sensations in centuries, he really did miss this after all.

"Tickle tickle tickle~" Cooed Solomon into his ear, causing Simeon to make a surprised snort, earning an aloud awh to leave both Luke and Solomon's lips.

"Now, Luke, may you please move?" Solomon asked the blonde, watching as Simeon gained his breath, Luke sitting beside him and making a small smirk, "Now, you know how I used my spell earlier?" He asked Luke, Simeon's eye's widening from realisation, Luke gasping, "Ooo, this'll be fun!" Luke clapped, seeing as Simeon already started giggling and hugging his own torso, "Oh? I haven't touched you yet... And I still won't~" Cooed the sorcerer, making the same spell he used earlier on Luke, the hands having grabbed his wrists and pulling them over his head, "Have fun~" Solomon patted his shoulder, the newfound hands hovering over his hips, neck and underarms, "Luke, please record this, I think some friend's back in Celestia will enjoy this." He said, Luke first got Simeon to give him permission,and as he nodded, Luke had started the recording, Simeon gasping as the hands suddenly went down to dig into the once hovered over spot's.

"PUAHAH!? Hahahah, GYAHAH! Plehehease, ihit's Soho BAHAHAD!!" He kicked his legs out, turtling his neck as a extra hand scribbled under his chin, making his squeal.

"Aww, who's a ticklish little angel, hm?~" Teased the sorcerer, Luke smiling as he gained the confidence to finally tease him, "A tickle tickle tickle Simeon!" He said, poking his side's.

“Any luck?” Luke asked.

“She’s not in the house. I don’t know where she is.” 

“I’ll check the school, she could be in the music room,” Luke replied. 

“No need,” Reggie said, nodding at the door. Julie was walking towards the garage. Her eyes were bloodshot and tired, like she had just been crying. 

“Julie! Where were you?” Luke asked.

“I went out on a walk. Needed some alone time.” 

“Are you okay?” Alex asked. 

“Today is…was…my mum’s birthday.” Julie whispered, sitting on the coach. 

“Oh. Oh Julie, I’m so sorry,” Alex said, sitting next to her. 

“I just miss her, you know? She meant everything to me. She was the one who got me into music in the first place,” Julie wiped a tear from her eye. Alex sniffed and put his arm around Julie as she sank into him.

“Is there anything we can do?” Reggie asked.

“Me, Dad, Carlos, and my Aunt are having a birthday meal as a family later. But could we play something now? I could do with the distraction.” 

“Absolutely! We’ve got a few to practise,” Alex said, pulling Julie in for a tighter hug. She squealed when he accidentally squeezed her side in the process. 

“Sorry! Sorry!” Alex retracted his hand. 

“It’s okay, honestly,” Julie laughed, getting up from the seat.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, not so fast,” Luke said, gently pushing her back down. 

“What?” 

“I think, before we practise, we may have another way of cheering you up,” Luke said. Julie narrowed her eyes at him.

“Again, what?” 

Luke tasered her side and she squealed again. 

“L-luke..what are you doing?” 

“Making you laugh, silly!” He squeezed her side more rapidly and she fell backwards into Alex. Luke brought his other hand up to squeeze her other side and she shrieked.

“LUHUKE!” 

“See, this is a great way to cheer you up!” He teased, skittering his fingers across her tummy as she flopped about like a fish. 

“Come on Alex, give me a hand.” 

Alex laughed and fought with her flailing hands before pinning them above her head. Luke took this opportunity to wiggle his fingers in her armpits. Julie screamed louder than before and frantically kicked her legs. 

“I want a go!” Reggie shouted. He lunged at Julie and scrabbled at her tummy whilst Luke attacked her armpits. 

“GUHUHUYS PLEASE!” Julie cried.

“If anyone walks in now, they’ll think she’s being possessed,” Alex commented. 

“Good thing the door is shut then,” Luke responded.

“Yeah but they can probably still hear the screaming,” Alex said. 

“I highly doubt it. Now come on, we’ve got a Julie to cheer up!” 

Alex let go of her hands so he could gently tickle her neck and ears. Julie slammed her arms down, trapping Luke’s hands in the process. Her laugh got louder as Reggie moved down to tickle her hips and sides. 

“PLEHEHEASE!” 

“Julie, we’ve got to make you happy!” Reggie said.

“Coochie coochie coo….” Luke teased, bending down to blow a raspberry on her tummy whilst continuing his attack on her armpits. 

“LUHUHUKUE!”

“Yes?” 

“Aww look at her, she’s so adorable,” Alex cooed, reaching down to tickle her ribs. Julie could hardly move under their attacks but, to be fair, it made her a lot happier than previously. 

Reggie continued to squeeze her sides whilst Alex spider tickled the sides of her ribs. Luke sped up his ticklish attack on her armpits which sent Julie into a silent laughter. Her body fell limp as she gave in to the attack. The boys shared a look and slowly stopped the tickles.

“You okay?” Alex asked. Julie had slid so far down that her head was resting in Alex’s lap so he decided to play with her hair. 

“Y-yeah….” she breathed. 

“Feeling better?” Reggie asked. He stood up but tripped on a wire in the process and fell backwards into the drum kit. Julie barked out a laugh as he instantly shot back up.

“Now that made a great sound,” she giggled. 

“It’s good to hear you laughing again,” Luke said.

“What, like you didn’t just torture me for the past 5 minutes?” She asked. 

“Well we can keep going…” his hands began squeezing her sides and she convulsed into loud laughter again.

“We’ve got all day…” Alex teased, going back to tasering her ribs. Her laughter shot up an octave as Reggie went for her feet. 

Working as a pilot for the resistance had its perks and drawbacks. For example, you got to fight the Empire with your childhood best friend Leia Organa, which was a definite perk. But you also were constantly at risk of being blown up by enemy ships, which was a drawback. You hadn't decided which Luke Skywalker qualified as yet. When he, Han, and Chewie had brought Leia back from her captivity, you'd been hesitant to trust them still. But you'd seen the bond that Leia shared with them, and she'd convinced you to give the three a chance, especially since it seemed like they'd be hanging around. After the Battle of Endor, you'd been sitting by the campfire by yourself, watching the Ewoks' celebration, when Luke came and settled himself beside you. "Well I don't know about you, but I think Han is truly sticking around this time," Luke chuckled, pointing to where Leia and Han were sitting together, her head leaned up against his chest. "And what about you?" You'd asked, genuinely curious. "Flying off to Dagobah again?" "No. I've got family here now," he smiled wistfully, still looking at Leia. And then his gaze shifted to you, and he shrugged. "Plus, it seems like I've got some other people I ought to get to know." You nodded, then set your chin in your hand and considered him a moment. "What do you want to know?" You'd asked. Since then, you'd become such an integral part of Luke, Han and Leia's group, you'd think you'd been on that mission to save her from Darth Vader. That's why you were currently sitting in the lounge area of the Millennium Falcon, watching as Luke practiced with his lightsaber. "It's a lightsaber, so it isn't heavy, right?" You asked, watching as he flipped the weapon around behind his back with precision. "I wouldn't say it's heavy, but I've been using it for a while now, so maybe I've just gotten used to it." "Hmm. What makes them different? You told me that Darth Vader had a red lightsaber, right?" "The Sith manipulate the Kyber Crystal in the lightsaber to make it that color," Luke responded, still focused on his technique. "And what about - " "If you quit asking me questions I'll let you hold it," Luke stated with a smile, turning the lightsaber off and extending it toward you. "But I'm not a Jedi, isn't that, like, against the rules?" You asked, standing up hesitantly. "Do you see the Jedi Council here? I think it'll be fine," Luke joked, pulling you by the arm to stand in front of him. "Now, stand with your feet apart, so you're ready to move and pivot, but also steady while you're standing." You awkwardly shifted your feet into place. "Like this?" "Great." He handed you the lightsaber, and you marveled at the feel of it. It really wasn't that heavy. "Now, you want to bring your arms in close to your body, but keep them loose. And hold the lightsaber with both hands." You did as he said, but you felt stiff and unnatural, afraid any wrong move would end with the lightsaber igniting and hurting someone. "Relax, Y/N." "Okay, okay. But maybe it'd help if you stood behind me? I don't want to accidentally ignite it and... you know?" You trailed off, not wanting to voice the danger.

"Chop off my other hand?" Luke laughed. "Okay, I'll move behind you, just try to breathe okay?" "Yeah." Luke gently placed his hands on your shoulders, pushing them down so they were relaxed. He guided your arms so they were bent at the elbows and lifted slightly away from your body. "And then you want to angle your body - " Luke had put his hands on your sides to angle you, but the feeling had been so unexpected, and you'd already been so nervous, you jumped away from him with a nervous laugh. "Hey, you were the one who wanted me to stand behind you. There's no way that I scared you," Luke said, tilting his head and evaluating the blush you felt rising to your cheeks. "No, sorry, I guess I'm just a little sensitive, is all." "Sensitive?" Luke asked, squinting at you. You shrugged, crossing your arms around your middle. And then it dawned on him, his eyes growing wide and a smirk gracing his mouth. "You're ticklish!" "I am not-" "I can't believe Leia didn't tell me. I mean, she does know doesn't she?" "Umm, no, not really." You grimaced. You'd gone your whole childhood without the Princess finding out. And now Luke had to come along and ruin everything. "Well, noted." Luke tapped his head, as if filing away that fact for later. "Now come on, let me finish showing you." You struggled to relax the rest of the mini-lesson, but it was well worth it to hold an ignited lightsaber.

However, Luke's newfound knowledge had you on edge for the rest of the week. Sitting in a debriefing, Luke had gotten a seat directly across from you. Leia had been speaking of the stray band of stormtroopers causing trouble on Naboo, and Luke kept coughing loudly. "Now that we have the location, I believe that -" Luke interrupted Leia and coughed again. "Can I help you, Luke?" "Sorry," Luke apologized, looking over at you. He grinned as he continued. "I just have a tickle in my throat." "Then drink some water." Leia continued her debriefing, but you barely heard a word. Your mind was racing, already anticipating Luke making a move to trap you after the meeting. To your surprise, however, Luke simply shot you a wink after the meeting and was off to help Han with some repairs to the Falcon. Later that week, you and Chewie had been playing holochess. In a miraculous stroke of luck, you found yourself beating the Wookie, something Han was greatly enjoying. "Sorry, pal, I don't think they’re cheating. They’ve just got you beat this time." Chewie let out a groan, making his next move, which you countered with ease. "I don't know," Luke commented from over your shoulder, catching you off guard. "I've never seen anyone beat Chewie before. Maybe they are cheating." "I'm not cheating," you protested. "I'm not gonna risk Chewie dislocating my arms." "Nah, Chewie likes you too much. He wouldn't do that," Han laughed. "That's a privilege even I don't have." "I'm sure I could help Chewie come up with another way to get back at you," Luke smirked, poking you in the side. You jolted, glaring at him over your shoulder. He just laughed, and took a seat by Han. You were getting fed up with this whole thing. If Luke was going to tickle you, he might as well just get it over with instead of torturing you with it. You had enough stress with simply being a part of the Resistance-Now-Turned-Republic. Sitting in your room on the base, you contemplated finding Luke and just asking him to get it over with. As long as there was no one else around, it'd be fine. "Y/N?" The call of your name was followed by a cautious knock on the door. "Can I talk to you?" Perfect. Luke had come to you.