#throwback tickletober

Risa, her friend from university who organized the party as well as her friends were all very impressed - they were mostly squealing how cute Aone looked and kept petting his head. Yachi didn’t get that much attention. It was almost as if they were really scared of her costume. Even after she had retreated to the bathroom early to already take out her red eye contact lenses, people still mostly talked to Aone while Yachi felt a little abandoned and left out. 

Probably it was mostly her imagination as always, but she couldn’t help it. She had just felt so excited for this. And it wasn’t even the lack of positive attention that brought her down. It was learning that this was how it felt when people ‘feared’ you. The nervous glances in her direction, the fake smiles, the stiff attitudes. So… this was how Aone must’ve felt all the time!

After dating him for quite a while now, Yachi knew he wasn’t as scary as she thought he was when they first met. Now as his girlfriend, she would notice frequently that other people thought Aone looked scary, and he would pout a little while she giggled about it and joked that he was the cutest person and actually not scary at all, and that those people were just wrong about him.

But now that she had felt what it was like to be feared, she thought it was quite lonely and wondered if she ever hurt him, and if Aone ever felt sad when Yachi brushed it off lightly whenever people would look at Aone as if he was the Ghost of Christmas Past.

“Is something bothering you?” Aone asked as he perfectly read her mind and expression. His happy smile had disappeared, and Yachi now felt guilty-times-two that she was about to ruin Aone’s evening after he had so much fun at the party. But, she knew that she should be honest with him. There was no way to hide her feelings from him, ever. 

“….People really thought I was scary, huh?” Yachi said, forcing a smile on her bloody face. Aone chuckled.

“They did! The costume was such a suc-cess?!” Aone squeaked when he noticed the tears Yachi dropped on her fake-bruised cheeks. She sniffled.

“Hitoka! What’s wrong!” Aone was panicking and Yachi felt even worse now.

“I’m sorry! I just - people thought I was really scary, it felt so lonely!” Yachi whined. 

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, I didn’t notice!” Aone whined back.

“It’s not that! I just thought, people think you’re scary all the time! Even I thought you’re scary! It must be so difficult! I’m so sorry!” Yachi leaned against Aone and rubbed her dirty face against his fluffy onesie. Aone hugged her and rubbed her back.

“Not at all, Hitoka, I’m used to it, I…” 

“That’s even worse! Huwaaaa!” Okay, maybe the fact that Yachi was on her period as well didn’t help either. She was just sometimes such a little useless ball full of feelings, and Aone had to deal with it everytime. And he did it with so much love! 

Yachi blushed when he held her tightly in his arms, and it really felt like receiving the warmest bear hug.

“It’s not, Hitoka! Don’t worry, it is alright. Besides, if you didn’t think I was scary before, I don’t think we, well yeah… We wouldn’t be where we are now, hmm?” Aone comforted her. Yachi sobbed and she thought for a moment.

Right, it was because Yachi went to Aone to apologize for her terrified reactions that Aone offered to hang out sometime so they could ‘start over’. He suggested they could go to the arcade together with Hinata, their mutual friend, and, well yes… It was because of that they fell in love. 

And because of all that, they were now the most surprising couple in their former volleyball surroundings.

“Y-you’re right,” Yachi said, and she nodded. “I’m sorry,” she said again, and she hiccupped.

Aone chuckled and he wiped away her tears and showed her his fingertips, red with the fake blood before he wiped them on his costume, making her giggle. 

“I’m sorry, Nobu. Thank you… The party was so much fun and I’m being like this. I really am sorry,” Yachi sighed. 

“It’s alright.” Aone kissed her cheek tenderly, and she blushed at his sweet reaction. 

“But… Say you’re sorry one more time, and this bear might become scary for real,” he said. It took Yachi a second to realize that this was… a threat! A playful threat! She looked at him in surprise. He was smirking. She blushed even more when he held up his hands and wiggled his fingers.

“Well? Are you not going to say it again?” Aone said, inviting her to apply voluntarily for what looked like an incoming tickle punishment.

“E-e-eh,” Yachi stuttered, slowly climbing off the couch, and she started running.

“I’m sooorry?” she called out nervously as she ran to the bedroom. The sound of Aone’s running footsteps made her squeal.

“Waaaahh!” Yachi was already laughing nervously mid-run, especially when she looked over her shoulder to see Aone the bear chase after her. Even now she could only see him as her adorable boyfriend, not scary, not evil, but definitely a threatening tickle monster! 

“Eehehee nooo!” she giggled as she stumbled nervously, and as expected, Aone caught up to her and wrapped his arms around her middle.

“Raaaawr!” he roared hilariously as he dragged her down to the floor with him, and he immediately began a playful tickle attack on her, wiggling his fingers against her sides to make her laugh. 

“Ahahahaha! Wahahaait!” Yachi giggled as she squirmed and struggled in his arms, but Aone just pinned her against him from behind and dug his fingers into her tummy and sides.

“What do I find here? A precious girl who said ‘sorry’ six times? That’s six times too many!” Aone said in a funny voice, tickling her playfully and making her squeal.

“Kyaahahaha nohoho!” Yachi laughed. He even counted, wah! Her saying sorry too much in their relationship was definitely a frequent thing, as were the fitting tickle punishments. By now she knew Aone would not hold back, and she also knew that she didn’t mind it that much. Especially now that she could laugh to her heart’s content as her tears dried and her sadness and anxiety faded.

“Nohohobu! Ahahah! Wahahait not thahat - whaha!” Yachi squeaked when his fingers traveled under her loose white bloody shirt where they grazed against her bare tummy, circling around her belly button.

“Plehehease!” Yachi squeaked, knowing how good Aone was at wrecking her. “Nohohobu!” she begged, only to hear him chuckle with a low and evil voice, sending chills down her spine.

“There is no ‘Nobu’ here,” he said close to her ear. “Only… The evil tickle bear!” he cried before plunging his fingers into her stomach and tickling her mercilessly. He clawed and squeezed, wiggled a finger in her belly button and Yachi was just going berserk. 

“AHAHhaha! I’m sohohorrhehehee!” she apologized, only to realize that her apologizing was the reason why she was in this mess.

“You’re sorry? Did I hear you’re sorry?” Aone teased. His teases were always a little cringy, but at the same time flustering and so sweet. Yachi just melted in his arms and she shook her head hysterically.

“Nohoho I mehehean - I’m nohohot sohohorrehehe!” she laughed, shrieking when he moved his hands further up to squeeze up and down her sides and ribs.

“You’re not sorry?”

“Nohohoho!” 

If anyone would see and hear them like this, they would call them crazy. Yachi was giggling for her life as Aone tried to reverse her apologies.

“Say that again,” he said, suddenly wiggling his fingers up without warning where they started to tickle her armpits. Yachi screeched and threw her head back.

“I’m nohohot sorreheheeee!” she shrieked. Aone stopped and she turned around in his arms so she could hug him. Although she was about to say ‘sorry’ again, sorry for saying too much sorry, Yachi had now learned her lesson and she breathed heavily while Aone rubbed her back.

“Thank you, Nobu. I feel better. Really, thank you,” she said. Aone chuckled and kissed her head.

“You really became my victim for real, Hitoka. I guess this is my time turn to say sorry. I may have tickled you too much,” Aone said with so much warmth and kindness that Yachi felt like blasting through the ceiling.

“No - you, hehe, you were great. I…. I feel much better,” Yachi said tiredly.

“Really? I’m glad,” Aone said, hugging her tightly. “I love you, Hitoka.” 

“You!” Megumi hissed, and his first reflex was to kick with his leg, but Sukuna caught his ankle swiftly and he shook his head and yawned.

“Relax. The loser’s passed out so I’m here to see what this is all about. Scary movies are lame, aren’t they?” Sukuna said, watching the screen. Megumi tried to pull his ankle free but noticed Sukuna held it quite tightly.

Oof. It wasn’t the first time Sukuna would casually take seat right beside him, but Megumi just couldn’t get used to it. Ever since Sukuna saved Yuuji’s life for a third time, somehow Yuuji had become more tolerant. Third time’s a charm? 

Sukuna and Yuuji weren’t exactly besties, but they weren’t enemies either. With time, Megumi saw how their bond developed in one of multiple agreements as well as mutual trust.

It resulted in spontaneous takeovers like right now, without Sukuna going on a rampage in Yuuji’s body, and he would always return the body whenever Yuuji became conscious again. It wasn’t really Megumi’s problem whatever kind of weird deals these two had with one another over one body. Except in times like this of course.

“Would you let go?” Megumi demanded, but Sukuna kept watching the screen and he snickered.

“Heh. That woman’s going to die,” he predicted as he watched the scary movie. Megumi rolled his eyes and tried to reach out so he could hit away Sukuna’s hand - or well, try to.

“Would you - Gah!” Megumi fell back when Sukuna lazily dragged a finger across his socked sole and Megumi’s eyes widened. What?! 

“Hey! Stop that - g-give me back my f-foot! And Yuuji his body!” Megumi demanded, but Sukuna simply tickled his foot again, his finger circling his sole casually while Sukuna kept his eyes focused on the movie. 

“Yuuji’s peacefully celebrating life in dream land~” Sukuna sang, still tickling Megumi’s foot with just one finger. He scratched lazily against the sensitive spot, sending tingles from Megumi’s foot through his leg towards all of his body, and man did he react to those tingles.

“Bwahah! Stop! That!” he warned, but Sukuna only added one more finger, now tickling his sole with just two fingers, scribbling softly but enough to make it feel super ticklish.

“There it comes. I know I’m always right,” Sukuna commented on the movie when the woman was close to dying. Close to dying was also: Megumi.

“Pfahahah! Stop doihihing thahahat!” he laughed, flailing his arms and kicking with his other leg, but Sukuna was unfazed. He was still watching the movie and tickling Megumi’s foot for no reason, and with no effort, as if it was nothing. Yet here Megumi was, laughing his head off in the most embarrassing way.

“Gahaahh! Nohahahah! Shihiit you - ahaha!” Megumi laughed when Sukuna added another finger. Three fingers now walked like little spiderlegs in circles on his socked sole, and Megumi was squirming and wheezing like an idiot.

“Look, look. She’s going to die. Will she bleed?” Sukuna wondered as he watched the movie. 

“Who cahahares, quihihit thahhat!” Megumi warned, but there wasn’t much else he could do, not when Sukuna danced his fingers around the ball of his foot, not when he wiggled his fingers underneath his toes, and not when he went from three to five fingers all of a sudden.

“Ohhhhh and dead!” Sukuna cried triumphantly when the woman was finally slashed on screen. And right at that moment, he tugged off Megumi’s sock with one quick move and literally destroyed his bare foot.

“HAHAHA! Sukunahahah! You twiihihisted -ahahaha!” Megumi roared hysterically. No matter how much he struggled and kicked, Sukuna kept tickling him casually. Just tickling, on one foot. And Megumi was dying. He tried to gasp for breath, he tried to swear Sukuna’s cursed head off, but all he could do was laugh.

And Sukuna? He was watching the movie. Snickering, cocking his head, raising his brows in surprise when something would happen, and not even looking at Megumi once, yet his fingers were tickling Megumi’s foot until he could feel the skin tingle even after Sukuna finally lifted his fingers off him for a moment, only to scratch at an itch in his own neck.

“Ahhh, how much longer is this movie taking? Are they all going to die?” Sukuna sighed, sounding and looking bored. Megumi made a whining noise and tried to pull his foot free, but Sukuna still held his ankle tightly.

“You are going to die if you don’t let me go right now,” Megumi panted, blushing because of the embarrassment. Oh. His stomach sank. And now he had Sukuna’s attention as the curse-in-Yuuji’s-body turned his head and smirked at him.

“Ohoh. Is that so?” he asked, and he finally let go of Megumi’s foot. 

“Let’s see who dies first then.” Megumi had been too fearless to provoke Sukuna after all that, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise when he literally pounced on him, his hands sliding shamelessly under Megumi’s shirt and tickling his sides and ribs mercilessly.

“AHHahaha!!” Megumi squealed, struggling and fighting for his ticklish life, but Sukuna was absolutely ruthless.

“How entertaining. That movie really isn’t doing it,” Sukuna said plainly while he continued to tickle Megumi.

“I knohohow! Whahaahh!” 

After the tickling of one single foot and the amount of laughter it resulted in, Megumi didn’t really think he had a lot more laughter left, but boy was he wrong. The damn curse tickled him for as long as he pleased, until Megumi was so tired he could only let out silent giggles. And the moment when he thought he was seriously going to pass out, the tickling stopped.

“Fushiguro?” Yuuji asked, having woken up. Sukuna had left again. 

“Why are we….?” Yuuji wondered, taking in their position with him on top of Megumi, hands buried in Megumi’s armpits where they had been giving him a hell of a ride with armpit tickles, and Megumi let out a mewl and kicked Yuuji hard so he fell off him on the floor.

“I’m going!” Megumi yelled, walking out. The credits were even already rolling, gee, Sukuna had tickled him for such a long time! 

“Fushiguro why are you leaving so soon! Let’s watch another movie!” Yuuji whined behind him, but with cheeks and ears bright red, Megumi retreated to his own room and buried himself under his blankets. His entire body was still tingling, and he could hear Sukuna’s teasy words still in his mind.

“U-uh well if you mean this isn’t a real treat then-” he murmured when Thorin dragged him to where he was sitting, and he wrapped him tenderly in his arms.

“This treat,” Thorin said, and he kissed Bilbo’s lips. 

“And this,” Thorin whispered, kissing his cheek.

“This, and this,” he said, getting carried away as he kissed Bilbo’s neck and ear. A cute giggle could be heard from the flustered hobbit.

“Thohorin! I ahaham not for e-eating! We’ve got all this!” Bilbo squeaked, but Thorin only tightened his embrace and when Bilbo tried to pull himself free, he held his sides tightly and accidentally tickled him. 

“Hah! Thorin!” Bilbo whined, jumping slightly. Thorin smirked. 

“Yes, dear?” he taunted, and he tickled him again, this time on purpose.

“Thohoorin hahaha! Nohoho!” Bilbo managed to turn around in his embrace, but Thorin pulled him back and attacked him from behind, his quick and nimble fingers scribbling all over Bilbo’s stomach and sides. 

“It tihiickles Thohorin! T-the food wihill gehehet cohohold!” Bilbo cried, but Thorin simply kissed his head from behind and took in the pleasant scent of his curly hair. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Bilbo’s belly and he had to hold back a silly giggle of his own when Bilbo flailed his arms hysterically.

“Hahahah! I gihihive! Thorin plehehease!” he laughed. Thorin smiled. He should apologize to Bilbo for such a random tickle attack right before dinner. Instead he finally stopped the playful tickling and he hugged him tight.

“That was a lovely treat,” Thorin teased in Bilbo’s ear. 

“Now, let’s enjoy our meal,” he said, and he patted Bilbo’s butt teasingly before finally releasing him. Completely flustered and blushing like crazy, Bilbo moved back towards his seat and he eyed him shyly.

“Y-you, that really wasn’t necessary but, well,” he said nervously, and he swallowed. 

They both put away their books and sat on their knees before the table. He knew Nezumi wasn’t weak, but arm wrestling was something they’d never done before. Gathering all his strength in his arm, who knew how he would manage. Shion smiled. 

“What will be my reward if I win?” he asked. 

“A kiss.”

That was quick. Nezumi really thought about this hmm? 

“And the eh, punishment if I lose?”

“I will tickle you.”

Shion’s eyes widened. “W-what?” he whispered, by mistake, because Nezumi shamelessly repeated: “I will tickle you.” 

He even smirked. Gah! 

“Okay, take my hand,” Nezumi said, already ready with his sleeve rolled up. Shion nodded and he felt embarrassed when he noticed how sweaty his own hand was the moment he grabbed Nezumi’s hand.

“3, 2, 1, go!” Bam. Both of them stared sheepishly at Shion’s hand that was already flat on the table.

“Did you even try?” Nezumi asked.

“I wasn’t ready!” Shion squeaked, blushing. He had been too distracted by the fact they were holding hands! Not that it was uncommon, he just couldn’t help but feel flustered. 

“We even counted.” Nezumi raised an eyebrow at him.

“….But is it, 3, 2, 1, go - and then we start? Or 3, 2, 1, go and start at go?” 

Nezumi now raised two eyebrows. “The second one.” Shion could see a cute smile on Nezumi’s lips as he sat in position again.

“Okay, now ready?”

“I think so.”

“3, 2, 1, go!” This time Shion did put a bit of a fight. But… they were holding hands. He was so flustered and distracted. He wasn’t focusing. Arm wrestling, what was that? Where had the strength in his arm gone? He managed to hold out for just a few seconds while such thoughts invaded his head, before he lost again.

Bam. “I win,” Nezumi said, smirking. “I did expect you to do better though. You’re stronger than that.”

Aw. Well yeah, perhaps. But Nezumi’s hand was really doing things to Shion here! 

“I lose,” Shion admitted, and he nodded.

“So, tickle punishment huh,” Nezumi sighed as if he didn’t make that up by himself, and he pulled his hand back. Or well, he tried. He frowned when Shion still held his hand tightly. 

“Are you going to let go?” he asked.

“No.” Shion stared back at Nezumi, determined to postpone his tickle punishment. Nezumi tried to pull his hand back again, but Shion held him tightly.

“See? Told you that you’re strong. Point proven. Now let me go so I can tickle you.”

Shion gasped. “N-no!” he said, trying to fight back the nervous smile on his face. Nezumi looked at him for a moment, then shrugged.

“Alright then.” Shion jumped in surprise when Nezumi suddenly came at him, while still holding his hand he reached for Shion’s side with his free hand and began to tickle him.

“AHa! Nehehe-Nezuhaha! Nohoho!” he giggled. 

“Why not? I won fair and square,” Nezumi said teasingly, digging into Shion’s twitching torso.

“Ahahaha buhuhut - hehehe!” Shion giggled hysterically. He now desperately tried to let go of Nezumi’s hand after all so he could get away, but roles were reversed. Seeming satisfied with handing out a just one handed tickle punishment, Nezumi now held Shion’s hand tightly while he continued the playful tickle attack with his other hand.

“Ahahalright alreadehehe! Nehehezumi!” Shion laughed when that dangerous hand climbed up his torso, tickling his tummy, sides and ribs effortlessly.

“Just a little more,” Nezumi said. He tightened his grip on Shion’s hand, which was both a curse and blessing at the same time. While it kept Shion prisoner and unable to run or hide, it did leave Nezumi with only one hand to tickle him with. At this point they were both at a disadvantage, or advantage, depending on how you would see it. However even with just one hand, Nezumi was really taking Shion’s breath away.

“Ahahalright you wihihin!” he tried, squealing when Nezumi pulled him closer and wriggled his fingers under his arm so they could tickle his armpit.

“I already won, and this is my reward. Your punishment~” was Nezumi’s teasy reply. Shion, weak from laughing just fell against him and he continued giggling tiredly.

“Heheheh mehehehercy!” he laughed, squirming against Nezumi. His laughter slowly ceased when Nezumi finally listened to his pleas, and he rubbed Shion’s back while he caught his breath. That felt nice. 

“Hehe, that was fun.” Nezumi finally released Shion’s hand which had gotten all hot and sweaty, and he squeaked in surprise when Nezumi’s hand - which felt just as hot - cupped his cheek and tilted his head. 

“Oh~” Shion sighed, allowing Nezumi to kiss him. Shion felt Nezumi’s lips curl slightly against his as he grinned smugly.

“Now this is my reward,” Nezumi said. Shion only now realized that they would’ve kissed anyway, no matter who would have won.

“Y-you can claim your reward again,” Shion whispered, longing for a kiss just slightly longer than that peck just now.

“You didn’t bring an umbrella in the first place. Stop blaming me,” Endeavor sighed, put away his umbrella and grabbed his shoulder.

“O-oi, what’re you-?” Hawks stuttered when Endeavor pulled him apart around the corner of the tall building. Standing under a shelter from the rain, Hawks watched in surprise how Endeavor took his wing and rubbed it to get it dry.

“You’ll leave a trail inside,” he lectured, rubbing Hawks’ wings some more. 

“And so? They will dry very soon. If we don’t hurry we’re gonna be lah-lahah! Hehehey!” Hawks struggled when Endeavor got a little too close to the base of his wings.

“Not there! C’monhahaha!” 

“….It tickles?” 

Endeavor was staring at him with these piercing eyes and Hawks felt like he could just sink through the ground right now.

“Of course it tickles! Stohop that! They’ll get dry by themsehehelves! It’s not eheheven that bahahad!” Hawks squealed. Endeavor looked intrigued.

“Not ‘of course’ for me. I don’t have wings,” Endeavor said matter-of-factly, and oh he was definitely tickling Hawks on purpose now. His fingers wiggled experimentally all over Hawks’ wet feathers, rubbing them and, yeah, tickling them.

“Ahaha! That doesn’t mean you can just t-ticklehehe them! Nahha!” Hawks tried to run away, back into the rain and away from his strange colleague and his weird tickly mood, but Endeavor pulled him back and continued to explore his wings with curious fingers.

“I can’t believe feathers can be ticklish. Usually, they are used to tickle others,” Endeavor observed in the most serious tone as if he were talking about business.

“GAahh! And wahatch it you! I’ll tihickle you to death with these feathahahaha!” Hawks warned, but funny enough it was Hawks himself who was laughing his head off and not in a position to hand out threats. Endeavor chuckled.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Wow. Hawks blushed. Usually it was Hawks who would tease Endeavor all the time. When did he get so playful?

“Does it tickle a lot here?” Endeavor wondered as he brushed his fingers along the edge of Hawks’ wing. He jumped and let out a squeak.

“It does! I tohohold you so!” he laughed.

“What about here?” Endeavor reached for a different spot on his wing and put more pressure, his fingers digging in there. Hawks let out a loud yelp.

“GHAahah! Ahalright you’ve had your fun! Let’s go now!” he said, completely flustered. Endeavor chuckled and ruffled his feathers once more. 

“You’re right. Hmm, I got them dry a little. Let’s go.” And just as suddenly and casually as it started, it ended. Endeavor walked towards the door with Hawks after him. The number two hero sulked and pouted as he flexed his wings a little that were still feeling all tingly and itchy after getting tickled so badly.

“Hurry up, Hawks,” Endeavor called out when he got a little behind, and Hawks rolled his eyes and hurried after him.

“Yes.” 

“Halloween themed candy.” He pointed first at the green frog, ready to announce his purchases in style. 

“Poisonous frog gummy. Named him Edward. Probably so sweet your teeth will dissolve at the first bite,” he said. 

Ugetsu raised his eyebrows. “You even named him? You’re such a nerd.” 

Ignoring him, Akihiko pointed at the next one. “From the haunted forest caves in the underworld, these liquorice bats.”

“Ew, Aki. Don’t buy things we are not going to eat,” Ugetsu sighed.

“Lastly, straight from the cauldron of the most evil witch of evil witches. These cursed candy mouses. No idea what they will taste like, but as you can see, they are mouses.” 

Ugetsu was looking at the mouses with his nose scrunched up. Heh, cute. 

“Then we have these,” Akihiko said, taking out the Halloween soda drinks he had scored. 

“This red drink, it’s a potion. To make you fall in love with me.” Ugetsu rolled his eyes when he said that. Akihiko merely chuckled and touched the black colored soda.

“This one, god knows what it will taste like, but a little skeleton told me it’s an elixir that will make you grow taller,” he said.

“Watch it, Aki~” Ugetsu warned, though he was grinning and definitely looking amused now. Akihiko grinned and grabbed the final drink, a green colored soda drink.

“And we also have this special brew,” he said, and he smirked already when he made up his mind about that one. “Drink this and… it will turn you less ticklish. Now which of these treats would you like to have first-?” Akihiko watched in surprise how Ugetsu barely let him finish talking as he picked the frog and ripped it out of its plastic coat.

“The frog that will dissolve your teeth?” Akihiko asked, raising his eyebrows when Ugetsu sank his teeth into it and tore its head off.

“Edward you mean. Yes. My teeth are fine. It’s decent. Not bad,” Ugetsu said to Akihiko’s suprise. He lifted the green soda and held it in front of Ugetsu’s face.

“You don’t want the green drink to match with it? It will turn you less ticklish,” Akihiko repeated. Ugetsu smirked.

“Now why would I want to be less ticklish?” he asked with his mouth full of green gummy, not accepting the drink. 

“Because I always tickle you to death?” Akihiko asked, frowning in confusion. Ugetsu looked indifferent though. 

“And did I ever say I hate it?” he said.

Well no but…

Akihiko stared at Ugetsu. There was a cute blush on his face. Oh. He couldn’t help himself. Suddenly they were kissing. Ugetsu hadn’t even emptied his mouth yet, so the kiss was sweet and sticky as the strong flavor was shared with Akihiko through the kiss. 

The kiss took Ugetsu by surprise and he hastily grabbed Akihiko’s shoulders, but Akihiko pressed himself tightly against his lover and kissed him hungrily. Meanwhile he brought his hands towards his sides and started to tickle.

“Pffahh! Hmmhhah!” Ugetsu started to make weird sounds in the middle of their candy kiss, but Akihiko persistently continued to tickle him. He didn’t hate it huh? Oh he was going to get it.

“Hmhhhh!” Ugetsu squirmed and took a few steps back, but Akihiko wasn’t letting him escape. In fact, Ugetsu backed himself in a corner, and when he finally swallowed the remaining frog candy, that was when Akihiko really chose to strike. He viciously tickled his lover’s tummy, clawing ruthlessly at the ticklish spot and making him squeal.

“HAHahah! Ahah-Akeheheh!” Ugetsu laughed, sliding to the floor. Akihiko snickered and went after him, tickling him everywhere he could with rapid moves.

“Yes? You don’t hate it, huh? Then what? Then what?” he teased. Of course he knew Ugetsu didn’t hate being tickled. He wouldn’t do it to him if he disliked it. Ugetsu would squirm, struggle and cuss at him but all quite subtly, and he never seemed to mind too much.

However, now that Ugetsu openly admitted he wouldn’t even want to be less ticklish and that he didn’t hate it… didn’t that almost literally translate to him loving it? It did, right? Akihiko wanted to hear him say it. 

“Nahaha- nohothing! Gahaha!” Ugetsu’s laughter could only sound this exact way when Akihiko would tickle him, and he loved it. Loved it. But if Ugetsu loved it too, then Akihiko was the happiest man on earth.

“Say it,” he demanded, wiggling his fingers up his torso, past his sides and ribs.

“AHhha! Sahahay whahat!” Ugetsu laughed, struggling when he seemed to realize where Akihiko’s hands were going.

“You know what I mean,” Akihiko said, threatening him with the armpit tickling of a lifetime by resting his fingers right underneath them where he playfully wiggled them against Ugetsu’s upper ribs. Ugetsu arched his back and gasped.

“Nahahah! No I dohohon’t!”

“Alright then.” Akihiko staked his attempts at getting that confession and began to tickle Ugetsu’s armpits. They both were having the time of their lives, or well, Akihiko was. And Ugetsu was laughing loudest, and most likely enjoying it so yes, both of them were having a good time.

“AHahah! Akeheheh! Aki haahahah nohoho!”

“No?” Akihiko asked, genuinely confused. He dug firmly into the centers of Ugetsu’s armpits and felt him jerk beneath him.

“Really no?” he asked.

“No whahahat?!” 

“That’s what I wanted to know.” 

There was something off about their communication here, but it could be because Akihiko was just blinded by his love for ticklish Ugetsu, and Ugetsu was laughing his precious head off.

“HEhehee! Ahahalright enahaha- enough now!” Ugetsu warned. Hmm, okay. Akihiko finally stopped the tickle attack on Ugetsu and he pulled his hands back. He bent down and kissed his lips again. The taste of the sweet frog was still lingering there. 

“Did you not hate this?” Akihiko asked after Ugetsu tenderly returned the kiss. He lightly tickled Ugetsu’s stomach to support his question, making him giggle.

“I didn’t,” Ugetsu admitted.

“So?” Akihiko asked. Say you love it then! Ugetsu gave him a look.

“So, nothing. Aki. Geez, you’re being weird. Hmh. Let me taste one of these,” Ugetsu said, casually getting up again and grabbing the package of mysterious mouses. Akihiko stared blankly at him.

“You’re not tasting the potions?” he asked.

“You taste them Aki.”

Akihiko got up and smiled. Alright then, he didn’t get Ugetsu to literally say he liked being tickled. But he had definitely gotten close. He watched how Ugetsu smiled confidently while he put a little mouse between his teeth, and he opened a drink - its sweet aroma already reaching Akihiko with the speed of light. 

“You take this one, Aki,” he said. Ah, the green drink. That was the one Akihiko imagined as the potion that would turn a person less ticklish. Oh and Ugetsu was smirking now. Why was he smirking.

“Don’t you want to?” Ugetsu sang. Akihiko then understood, and he turned around. That was right. There were two ticklish people in this relationship.

“No, Ugetsu~” 

“Yes, Aki~”  

They played games, chatted, and had fun all night. Despite the distance and time difference, it was as if they were together for real.

“Did you have fun, my doll?” Chris asked fondly when Phichit cuddled against him while they both enjoyed their drink comfortably on the couch. His comment pointed at Phichit’s costume as Chucky the creepy doll. He had sprayed his hair red-ish and wore its colorful outfit. Meanwhile Chris was all sorts of elegant for this party. He was dressed up as the sexiest vampire.

“Actually, I was thinking, we’re quite a bad match. Aren’t we? What if I get thirsty?” Chris said, and he playfully tickled Phichit’s neck with his finger. Phichit jolted and almost choked on his sweet melon soda he just took a sip from.

“Pfah! W-well, I’m afraid you might have to look elsewhere. This doll can’t give you any blood,” he said playfully, knowing how much Chris enjoyed some silly roleplay. Chris chuckled and put down his glass. He then grabbed Phichit’s shoulder and slowly pushed him down. 

“Are you sure? I could always try,” Chris said, gently grabbing Phichit’s head and tilting it so his neck got exposed.

“R-really? I am sorry to disappoint, Mr. Vampire - I don’t think you’ll - ahhah!” Phichit laughed when Chris started to suck on his neck. He flicked with the tip of his tongue against the tingling skin, and Phichit twitched beneath him.

“This Chucky has no blood for yahah- ahaha! Chris that tickles!” Phichit whined when Chris nibbled and licked his neck teasingly.

“I swear there is something tasty here. If it’s not blood, then what is it?” 

Phichit gasped when he felt Chris’ hands travel towards his torso, hinting that a full-on tickle attack was coming soon. Oh no! 

“Chris wahahait!” Phichit was still holding his glass with melon soda! This was not ideal liquid to spill all over Chris’ expensive couch! But Chris was still in his vampire role and did not care about expensive couches. 

“Ah, I know. Your laughter. Tastes as good as blood,” Chris sang, and his fingers curled against Phichit’s ribs and started the tickle attack Phichit anticipated. Meanwhile his mouth was still teasing his neck, tickling him with kisses and nibbles, and everytime he sucked on his neck, Phichit let out a soft squeak.

“Eheheheh! Chris nohoho! I’m gohohonna drohohop this!” Phichit laughed. He tried to reach with his free hand for Chris’ hand, but Chris caught him swiftly and he snickered.

“Such a feisty and ticklish doll you are. A true feast for this starving vampire~” he said, and his other hand clawed at Phichit’s side and ribs. Phichit let out the loudest cackles and tried hard not to drop his drink.

“EHeheheh! Stahaha-NAHAh!” Chris suddenly let go of his hand again and lowered it to his hip, pinching it teasingly and seductively. It also just tickled really bad, so Phichit jerked heavily and the first few drops of green soda spilled from his glass onto himself and the couch.

“Chris lehehet me first- AHahaha! Nohoho!” Chris was as evil as a vampire, still in his role as he tortured him with playful tickles. And thus came the dreaded moment where Chris tickled both his hips and Phichit dropped his glass in his hysteria.

“Chris nohoho! I spilled- ahahaahah!” What a way to end a night of Halloween celebrations. Phichit gasped at the true horror of green soda on the beautiful couch. 

“Mehehercy! AHahahaha!” he squealed. He truly felt like Chucky, letting out such hysterical laughter. When Chris had finally feasted on his laughter enough, he stopped and he ran his hand through Phichit’s hair.

“Sorry doll. Couldn’t help myself. Besides, we can clean it. No worries. And, we can clean this too,” he said. Phichit looked how Chris showed him his hand that had some of the colored hair spray on it. His eyes widened.

“My hair did - oh no!” he whined, turning around to see red stains everywhere he had been with his head. Chris let out a sweet giggle as he grabbed him and pulled him close, hugging him lovingly.

“That can be fixed. Besides, this vampire is satisfied now. But will be even more satisfied if we can resume playing in the bedroom. What do you say?” he said. Oh the flirt. Phichit blushed and rolled his eyes fondly, giggling when Chris’ fingers managed to seek out his sides again for some sneaky tickles.

So yeah, not the first haunted house. However it was the first time it happened since, well yeah. Ignis blushed. Since he and Prompto got involved romantically, and so it was the first time he was actually really looking forward to the little adventure instead of thinking ‘not again’.

“Looks like we’re here,” Gladio said, opening the door to the prince’s apartment that welcomed them into ‘hell’. The haunted house already started in the hallway. 

“You look for Prompto, I’ll find Noct and kick his ass,” Gladio said, heading into the dark hole. All light switches had been blocked, and fake skeletons, spiderwebs and all sorts of scary decorations had really transformed the place into quite the haunted house.

“Prompto?” Ignis called out. He could hear Gladio walking around, grunting and sighing. Other than that there was just silence. He slowly made his way through the dark maze they had created. 

“Good job on this. Now come out, hmm?” He knew the invitation said they should find them here, but he didn’t expect them to literally play hide and seek. It would be better if Prompto just jumped out in some lousy costume so they could end this childish play.

The silence was suddenly interrupted by a loud yell, and Ignis heard running footsteps. 

“Hehehe nohoho!” Noctis. Gladio was after him and a loud bang could be heard as he had obviously already caught the prince aaand, soon the haunted house was filled with Noctis’ hysterical laughter as Gladio subjected him to a tickle punishment. 

“Found yaaa!” Gladio chanted. 

With Noct’s laughter in the background, Ignis resumed his way. “Promptooo? If you don’t want to suffer the same fate, I suggest you come out right now,” Ignis said, wondering if it was even possible to hear him with how much Noctis was laughing. But then he heard a soft noise from the other direction, and he turned around.

“Prompto?” he asked. He heard it again. Ah, a nervous giggle. Ignis smirked and walked in the direction of the cute sounds. He dodged the huge spiderwebs that hung from the ceiling and picked a fake spider from his hair. He bent down when he reached a large table that had a black cloth thrown over it. 

Before he bent down fully, Ignis glanced at the top of the table that was decorated with a horror feast - fake body parts, blood and other lovely things that fitted the theme.

“You guys surely did your best,” he said, and he bent down and moved the table cloth to look under the table. He was first greeted with a splash in his face, and he was surprised to see it was fake blood, fired at him from a water gun that a very nervous looking Prompto was holding.

“H-hi Ignis,” he said with a smile. Ignis looked at him, dressed in a bloody costume, and he smirked. Funny that the bloody guy with the gun looked more nervous than Ignis.

“What’s a haunted house without jump scares? Looks like I gotta scare you to make it count,” Ignis said as he reached for Prompto’s arm and grabbed him.

“Eeeeehp nohoho why- AHahah! Ignihihis!” Prompto squealed when Ignis embraced him from behind. His fingers found his tummy and dug in, tickling him playfully.

“Gladio said you two should be punished. I don’t quite agree, since the Haunted House you made is quite a work of art. However, I never say ‘no’ to some of this, as you know,” Ignis spoke calmly into Prompto’s ear while he tickled his tummy and sides. Prompto shook and struggled against him.

“Ihihigahahaha! Nohohahaha!” Ignis smiled fondly. Prompto had really changed him in many ways. More cheerful, more playful, and ever since he had discovered how pleasing and stimulating Prompto’s laughter was when he was tickled, he just couldn’t get enough of it.

“HAHAHA! Iggeehehehe! Not thehehere!” Prompto tried to squirm free, but Ignis simply lowered him to the floor and reached under his blood stained shirt.

“Plehehease Ignis ehehehe!” Prompto giggled adorably. Ignis chuckled and turned Prompto on his back so he could look at his face, as close as possible so he could see that smile in the darkness. And not only see it.

Once he was as close as he could get, he also kissed that smile, his fingers still scribbling softly against Prompto’s bare sides and ribs while he felt him squirm underneath him. There was nothing romantic about it. They kissed, in the middle of a dark and bloody ‘Haunted House’, with Noctis’ shrieks and wails still in the background.

But Ignis was happy to kiss him some more. “Heheheh! D-did you really lihike it?” Prompto asked sweetly after the kiss, and Ignis sighed and looked around the dark place. 

“It is the best one yet,” he complimented. “Just one more thing,” Ignis said, smirking.

“W-what?” Prompto asked.

“Good luck cleaning it up.” Ignis then left his baffled boyfriend on the floor as he stood back up and walked straight towards the light switch. He pushed away the mirror that blocked it and turned the lights on.

“Fun’s over guys. Thanks for the ride,” he said dryly. He followed the sound of Noctis’ heavy breathing and found him sprawled on the floor with Gladio sitting right next to him with a smug look on his face. Noctis was dressed as a skeleton, with an outfit that looked like it would glow in the dark. No wonder he was found so easily.

“Well, while Noctis and Prompto clean up the Haunted House, we will head out and go shopping for dinner. You better finish cleaning up before we get back,” he said, looking at Prompto who joined them shyly, and judging from his flustered “eep!” he already anticipated what could happen if they didn’t. 

So the moment Gladio and Ignis stepped out, he could hear them hurrying through the apartment already to clean up.

“I must admit, that was pretty cool,” Gladio said, and Ignis chuckled. 

“Ah, so you do think so. Me too. It was a crazy mess though,” he said, enjoying the fact that Gladio actually liked it too but just like him, tickled his boyfriend just because he could.

“You’ve got some blood on you,” Gladio commented on the fake blood Prompto had fired at him.

“I know.”