#ticklefic

Sweet sweet revenge. Vincent was thinking, he's tried to get revenge so many times. But..er..well.. tickle attacks. Haven't been treating him right.

The other day at the mall. He got tickle 'wrecked' RIGHT in public by Samantha.

And again.

Again.

All at different places.

Was it embarrassing?

Okay yea but that's not the point.

"Heheh..I'll definitely tickle her back.."

.

"Okay well. Maybe not in public this time"

.

Vincent 'hobbles' downstairs. "Honeyyyyy! I hurt my knee..again." He 'whines'.

"Seriously?" Samantha walks over. "Sit." She says.

Vincent sits down, so Samantha leans down to check his knee, but right as she does Vincent grabs onto her sides and falls forward off the chair and rolling them over, he then starts tickling her.

"AHAHAH-! HEHEHEHEYHYY! YOHOU LIHIHIEHEHED!" Samantha yelped.

"It was the only ACTUAL way to get you back." He says.

"NOHOHO IHIT'S NOHOHOT! YOHOHOU'RE JUHUST BAHAHAD AHAT IHIHIT!" Samantha laughed.

"Am not!" He said.

"Ahahare tohohohoo!" She laughed.

"Fine fine. Maybe I AM but I still got you right now!" He tells her before stopping.

"Ihif you lie again the next thing you'll be doing is REALLY crying about your knee instead of being able to laugh it off." She says in her no nonsense tone.

He gives a nervous chuckle. "Alright alright. I get it." He says.

"Good." She rolls her eyes.

"Heh I love you.." He says.

"Whatever. I love you too." She says back too him with a smile before hugging him. "Even though you still shouldn't have lied."

"Heh I know I know I'm sorry."

"I'll forgive you if you do the dishes tonight."

"Ffiiiiinnnnee."

He heads off to the kitchen to do the dishes for the night.

Robert was grumbling to himself as he sat in the office on dispatch duty. Dispatching? More like babysitting…The Z-Team has a tendency to goof off or wreak havoc at the worst possible times. It was like looking after a daycare full of power-wielding toddlers. It can be nearly impossible to keep them on the straight and narrow…

But right now…Only one of the troublemakers came to mind: Sonar. The half-bat conman obsessed with crypto and being smarter than anyone else, had gotten high during his break again. Naturally, anyone that gets high on shift has to go to the infirmary to get checked out. So, Robert sent him to do just that. He knew it was a bad idea to trust Sonar to go to the infirmary on his own…But god dammit, he had no choice. He has work to do, and he’s not equipped to deal with someone during a high. 

Oh, how hard the irony would end up hitting him…

“Hey Bobby.” That familiar voice spoke up. 

Robert looked up at Sonar, surprised he was already back. “Hey…Did you make it to the infirmary?” He asked, taking off his headphones and muting the call momentarily. 

Sonar nodded and sat down. “Yeah…I did.” He admitted to him. 

Robert blinked, staring at him. “...And? What did they say?” 

Sonar shrugged his shoulders. “Well…They said I was well enough to be discharged.” Sonar admitted. 

Robert stared at him with raised eyebrows. Well enough to be discharged. “...Are you serious?” Robert asked him. 

Sonar nodded. “Yup, quite serious.” Sonar admitted. 

Robert gently placed the headphones onto the table and held his head with his hands. “And you have no way to get home…do you?” He asked. 

Sonar shook his head. “Nope.” He popped the P. 

Robert let out a long sigh. God dammit… “Great…” Was all that left his mouth. 

“Sorry, Robbie…I’m gonna have to stay until it wears off.” Sonar explained, chuckling. “Cause I may be an idiot, but I’m not stupid enough to go home in this state.” He told him. 

Robert tried to hide the slight smile that filled his cheeks from that comment. In Robert’s mind, he was both an idiot, AND stupid. And to make matters worse, this isn’t the first time he’s gotten high at work. And knowing him…It certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

“Fine.” Robert muttered. “But you’d better be on your best behaviour while I work. You understand?” Robert warned, pointing to him like a Dad disciplining his child. 

Sonar chuckled. “Sorry, no promises.” He admitted. 

Robert’s finger pulled back into a fist…before he dropped it with a resigned sigh. Smartass. “At least you’re honest about it…” He mumbled. 

Sonar smiled more and pulled out his phone for a moment. With that, Robert put his headphones back on. “Sorry, team. I’m back. Sonar had been discharged and showed up in the office.” Robert explained. 

“Wait, discharged?” Malevola asked. 

“Who the fuck discharged him?!” Chase reacted. 

“Yeah, and on what grounds?” Punch-up spoke up. 

“They said everything’s stable.” Sonar spoke up in the voice call. “And they said to head home and make sure someone keeps an eye on me…Which is gonna be Bobbie.” Sonar spoke up in the group call. 

Robert sighed. “Yeah…Great.” 

“Hey, don’t feel too bad, Robert. You’re gonna have company for a while.” Flambae spoke up. 

Sonar smirked. “Yeah…I’m gonna be the best company he’s ever had.” He declared. 

“Don’t do anything stupid, Sonar.” Invisigal ordered. 

“Yeah I know…I’m not planning on it…yet.” Sonar teased, smirking with his bat teeth showing. 

Punch-up could be heard chuckling a little. “How high are ya, bud?” 

Sonar laughed a bit. “Oh you know…the usual amount.” Sonar responded. 

Punch-up stuttered. “That-” 

“Sonar, I don’t mean to be that guy…But the usual amount is zero.” Flambae told him. 

“Oh, then…Very high.” Sonar admitted. 

“How many lines did you do this time?” Malevola asked. 

“Hehe…A little more than one.” He admitted. “I uhhh…may have made an extra long line this time.” He said, sounding proud of it. 

“Oh fuckin’ hell!” Punch-up reacted. 

Robert looked at Sonar with horror. “You’re joking me…” Robert looked ready to punch the guy. “Why would you do that?!” Robert raised his voice. 

“Cause I was stressed! Fuck off!” Sonar argued back. 

“If you were stressed, then you could’ve talked to me, or Chase, or someone else on the team!” Robert shot back. 

“HA! Talk to you, Mr. Walking-ball-of-nerves?” Sonar teased. 

“That’s besides the point.” Robert told him. 

Chase chuckled. “I hate to say it, but Batguy’s got a point.” He admitted. 

“Chase, this doesn’t involve you.” Robert argued. 

“Oh really? Are you sure about that, fucker?” Chase shot back. 

“Chase, it’s not the time!” Robert argued. 

“It appears the fathers are fighting again.” Phenomaman spoke up, making Prism and Punch-up laugh. 

“Y-Yeah, hahaha! Th-They kind of do t-talk like-...Yeah…” Waterboy spoke up. 

Golem also chuckled a bit. “Should we leave them alone?” Golem spoke up. 

“Nah, they’ll hash it out.” Sonar responded. “Watching Robert get mad in 4K is kinda hilarious.”

Robert quickly glared at Sonar, which only made the batguy laugh more. “Guys, he just glared at me like a fuckin’ Dad.” Sonar admitted. 

Invisigal could be heard stifling a laugh, with Punch-up and Flambae also chuckling a little. 

“Robert, you’ve been a ball of nerves ever since the day I met you. Don’t you give me that shit.” Chase argued. 

Robert grumbled. “Please, just drop it.” Robert grumbled. 

“Wait, was he actually?” Sonar asked. 

“Hell yeah, he was! Robert used to overthink everything. If I had a nickel for everytime I’ve had to calm this man down because of his overthinking, I’d be able to retire tomorrow.” Chase explained. 

Robert grumbled. “Chase, please.” He hid his face in his hands. 

“Awww, was Robert a little scaredy kid?” Flambae teased. 

“H-Hey, I was t-too, actually…Hehe.” Waterboy admitted. 

“Don’t tell me he had a fear of monsters as well.” Punch-up asked with a laugh. 

Chase chuckled. “Nah, he was a little too old for that.” He admitted. 

“Guys…I swear to Go-aAH!” Robert yelped as his chair was tipped back. 

“You okay?” Chase asked. 

“The fuck was that?” Flambae spoke up. 

Almost immediately, Robert’s eyes fell onto Sonar, with an evil little grin on his face. “I can think of one monster he might still be scared of.” He admitted wiggling his fingers at him. 

Robert widened his eyes. “Huh? What-!” Robert jumped and let out a high-pitched squeal. Oooh no, this isn’t good. 

“What the fuck was that?” Invisigal asked.

“Looks like Robbie here is a little squealer.” Sonar teased, going for his sides and ribs right away. 

Robert yelped and tried in vain to cover up his middle. “S-Sonar-!” Robert tried fighting him off. “Don’t you dahare!” A stupid smile began filling his face, as a wheeze left his mouth before he could stop it. 

“What the hell am I hearing right now?” Punch-up asked. 

“Wait, is he laughing?” Malevola spoke next, giggling. 

“Heh, I think he is. What’s so funny, Robbo?” Flambae spoke up.

“Sonar…what are you doing?” Chase asked, sounding slightly defeated. 

Sonar was smirking, moving way too fast for Robert to catch up with. “Oh, just tickling him.” He admitted. One of Sonar’s hands was still gripping the back of the chair, while his other hand was tickling the dispatcher wherever he could reach.

“Okay…Why?” Chase asked, confused. “For science.” Sonar responded. “Laughter can lower stress hormones and boost the mood at once.” Sonar explained. “Basically, I’m trying to calm his nerves.” 

“With tickling…” Chase sighed and chuckled a little. “Of all the ways to lessen stress…” Chase could be heard snickering into his earpiece. 

Even with both hands, Robert couldn’t stop his fingers in time. A blush was filling his cheeks in a matter of seconds…And giggles began bubbling out of him almost immediately. “NonoNOhohoho! GahaHAA! Let mehehe goho!” Robert reacted, squirming against the orange chair. 

“I’m sorry, Robert’s ticklish?!” Punch-up spoke up. “Since fuckin’ when?!” 

“Oh my god! Hahaha!” Prism reacted. “This is gold! Go Sonar go!” Prism cheered. 

“Awww…Th-This is k-kinda cuhuhute.” Waterboy spoke up, giggling alongside him. 

“Give him a few tickles for me too, okay?” Malevola spoke up.

“Dohohon’t encourage hihim!” Robert yelled, trying to curl up as best he could in the chair. 

Sonar could be heard laughing alongside him. “Too late, buddy! This is way too funny to pass up.” Sonar reacted with a big smile on his face. 

Chase could be heard laughing. “Hey, hey Sonar: Do me a favor, will ya? Tickle his belly for me.” Chase asked him. 

“WaitNO!” Robert yelled out, his blush deepening slightly. 

“I’ll just lower his volume for the group-” Chase lowered Robert’s volume just as Robert let out a loud shriek.

“GAAHAHAHA! STAHAHAP IHIT! SONARSTAHAP! HEHELP MEHEHEHEEE!” He begged. 

“Should we help him?” Golem spoke up.

“Eh, don’t worry. He’s in good hands here.” Sonar teased. “Well, good hand, actually.” He added, referring to him tickling Robert with one hand. 

“You’re telling me…This pain in the ass has been ticklish this whole time…” Flambae spoke up. 

“Hehehe! Why? Thinking about trying it out?” Prism asked. 

“Oh, you bet I am.” Flambae teased. 

Robert suddenly threw his head back with another shriek, followed by a fit of cackles. “NAHAT THEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAHAA!” Robert shouted. 

“Holy fuck!” Punch-up reacted, laughing. “And Bob says I’M the loud one!” 

“You still are…But Robert is a close second.” Coupe spoke up, suddenly making herself known on the call. 

“Eyy! Hey Coupe!” Punch-up reacted. “Ya hearin’ this shite?” He asked. 

“Yup…hear it loud and clear.” Coupe admitted. 

“Good thing I turned down the volume when I did…” Chase admitted. “You all would’ve lost your hearing.” He admitted. 

“FUHUCK OFF CHAHAHASE!” Robert shouted at him. 

“Hey now, no need to get all smart with me. Otherwise, I might tell Sonar about your little snort button.” Chase mentioned. 

Sonar widened his eyes. “I’m sorry, what?!” He asked, before going right for his belly button. 

Robert snorted almost immediately, causing his blush to deepen even more. “FUHUHUCK!” He snorted again. 

Flambae broke down laughing. “Oho my god, he snorts too?!” 

“Awwww…” Prism teased. “How cute!” 

Punch-up giggled a little. “Miss Piggy joined the call.” Punch-up teased, making the others laugh. 

Robert covered his mouth in an attempt to hide his snorts. “Shut up…” He mumbled, slightly blushing.

“Oh, he’s trying to hide his snorts.” Sonar mentioned. 

“We can still hear them, Robert~” Flambae teased. “You can’t hide your little noises forever~” 

Sonar could be heard gasping. “Flambae, you’ve officially made him blush.” Sonar reacted.

Flambae laughed a bit. “Did I? Didn’t know that was possible.” Flambae teased.  

“I have heard Robert let out shorter laughs or wheezes on occasion, but I have never heard him laugh this hard before.” Phenomaman mentioned. 

“Yeah, this is a rare moment.” Invisigal admitted. 

Punch-up chuckled. “God, this is great. I can even hear Waterboy giggling on his end.” Punch-up mentioned. 

“Ihi can’t hehelp ihihit…Hihis laugh is contagiohohous…” Waterboy could be heard giggling quietly, as if trying to keep his voice down. 

“Awww, ya hear that Robert? Ya got a fan!” Punch-up reacted. 

“Alright, I might have to wrap it up.” Sonar said. “He’s getting a little too red.” He admitted. 

“Aww, really?” Punch-up asked. 

“Right when it was getting good…” Malevola spoke up. 

“Yeah, good call. We wouldn’t want the ticklish bastard to fall asleep on us.” Chase admitted. 

Sonar moved the chair upright, leaving Robert in a disheveled mess against the chair. He was breathing heavily, clearing his throat and trying to fix his shirt. “Holy shit…” He muttered. 

“You alright, Robert?” Chase asked with a smirk. “Shut up…” Robert muttered, earning a laugh from Chase. 

“Well? Did the tickle bat help your stress?” Malevola asked. 

Robert was still breathing. “Ho-...Hold on…*huff*...” He tried to pull himself together. 

“Good lord, did ya kill ‘em or somethin’?” Punch-up asked. 

“No, I don’t think so.” Sonar admitted. “Maybe I went a little hard on him, but…” 

Robert turned to look at him. “You- *huff* You think?...” He muttered back. 

“Yeah…Sorry about that.” Sonar patted his back lightly. 

“You might need to get him some water.” Coupe spoke up.

“Or something to help his throat.” Invisigal added. 

Sonar nodded. “Will do.” Sonar walked off to the vending machine, before getting a gatorade. He walked back to the room, handing it to Robert. “Here you go.” 

Robert opened up the gatorade and drank back a bunch of it quickly. “F…Fuck…” He muttered, swallowing one last gulp down before placing it onto the table. 

“You’ll be fine, I think.” Sonar declared, patting his shoulder. Suddenly, a yelp from Sonar with a slight bottle sound could be heard over their speaker. 

“Uhhh…What was that?” Malevola asked. 

“Revenge…” Robert responded with a smirk. 

Sonar grumbled. “Gatorade…On my suit…” He muttered. 

Flambae wheezed and tittered. “Did Robert just throw gatorade at you?!” Flambae asked. 

“Yyyyup.” Sonar admitted. 

“Yeah…And you deserved it.” Robert admitted. 

Chase chuckled. “You better now, Robert?” He asked. 

Robert grumbled a little. “Chase…When it’s break time…I am making you regret ever speaking.” Robert warned. 

Punch-up snickered a little. “Oh no…” 

“Ohoho! you’re fucked now, grandpa.” Invisigal reacted. 

Chase grumbled. “Shut the fuck up. You’re not getting anywhere close, ya hear me?” Chase warned.

The sound of the headphones being placed down, followed by a creaking chair could be heard through the background. “Robert? Robert, what-?” Chase gasped as he heard the door open. “FuckFUCKROBERT!” Chase made an ungodly shriek as his earpiece fell out of his ear while being tackled to the ground and absolutely destroyed by Robert on the ground. Chase’s laughter could be heard quite well, despite where the earpiece had landed, leaving the others laughing and cheering on Robert through the phone call. 

Note to self: Never talk about a co-worker’s weaknesses without expecting some payback. 

----------------- By the way: I have a couple new fandoms I'm willing to write for! -The Amazing Digital Circus -Pragmata -Dispatch

Robert was spotting Flambae while he was doing bench presses. Now, Flambae normally wasn’t the type to ask for help on this stuff…He’s Flambae…he should know his own limits. But…Let’s just say that…Maybe Robert had a point when he mentioned that Flambae pushed himself harder than he should. Because pushing himself past his limits usually led to him being unable to lift the bar off himself…and there’s nothing more embarrassing than a man who gets their ribs crushed and winds up asphyxiating under the bar. 

“Seven…Eight.” Robert spoke up, before helping Flambae move the bar onto the rest. Robert grabbed him a small towel and his water bottle, while Flambae sat himself up. 

“Thanks.” Flambae said, taking the towel and wiping off any excess sweat. He let out a huff as he tried to recover. 

Robert smiled a small bit, just admiring how sweaty and breathless Flambae looked on the bench. Something about seeing him in this position made his heart flutter. He’s seen Flambae like this before…quite a few times, actually. But no matter how many times Robert has watched, this side of Flambae never failed to take his breath away. 

“Admiring the view?” Flambae spoke up, ripping Robert from his thoughts. 

Robert widened his eyes and scratched the back of his head. “Huh? Uh-” He mumbled, trying to play it cool. “You’re…getting stronger.” Robert admitted. 

“Hell yeah I am…” Flambae flexed his muscles. “It feels great to be this good-lookin’.” Flambae gloated. 

Robert rolled his eyes, trying to keep his reactions in check. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” Robert said dryly. 

Flambae turned towards him with furrowed eyebrows and a smirk. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it.” He teased, snatching his water bottle from Robert and drinking from it. 

Robert rolled his eyes. “Yeah right...” He grumbled, pretending to not be jealous or envious about it.

Flambae smirked. “Don’t you lie to me, bitch. I know when you’re admiring me.” He moved his hand through his own hair. “Admit it…You find me sexy~” Flambae teased, pulling his left arm behind his shoulders to show off his toned body. 

Robert rolled his eyes and walked closer…before squeezing the water bottle, making water splash into his face from the end piece.

“AH- Hey!” Flambae grumbled, squeezing the water bottle at Robert to get him back. 

Robert chuckled a bit and covered his face, deflecting some of the squirted water with his hand. “Nice try.” He joked, rubbing his wet hand off against his own pants. 

“You’re a dick.” Flambae grumbled. 

“Funny…I was thinking the same thing about you.” Robert teased back. 

“At least I have one, Mecha-bitch.” Flambae spat back.

“And I don’t?” Robert joked back. 

“Ohoho, you wish you were as good as me.” Flambae teased. 

“Me? Wanting to be you?” Robert reacted. “I’d rather die.” 

Flambae narrowed his eyes. “Oh yeah?” He stood up, facing Robert. 

“Well unlike you, I actually like having my last 2 fingers.” Robert teased. 

Flambae scowled. “And I wonder where they went, Mecha-dick.” 

Robert laughed a bit. “Off your hand, that’s for sure.” He joked. 

Flambae rolled his eyes and walked past. “Shut up.” Flambae put his water bottle down by the pull-up bar. 

Robert raised an eyebrow. “You want a spotter for that too?” He asked, smirking a small bit. 

“Nope.” Flambae jumped onto the bar. “I can do this myself.” He started doing pull-ups with great form in sets of 5 to warm up. 

Robert chuckled quietly as he watched him start his pull-ups. God…even watching him from this angle made him look hot. It was like Flambae had no bad angles. Everything on him was that perfect…in his eyes, anyway. Robert still didn’t know what to do with these feelings…he’d felt them for months, but…he’d been trying not to focus on him too much. But during the workouts…Robert found himself struggling to stop his eyes from memorizing Flambae…every curve, every angle…It was all hard to ignore. Even his sassy comments and scowls were hot…God, it just wasn’t fair…

“Enjoying yourself?” Flambae spoke up, catching him off guard. 

“Wha- Uh…Yeah…” Robert tried, and failed to hide his admiration. But his red face was already giving him away.

Flambae just chuckled. “You know…It might make me feel a bit better if you came closer…” He told Robert. “If you want…you can watch my sexy body while being my little spotter.” Flambae teased. 

Robert widened his eyes and felt his blush deepen. Oh god…Had he been that obvious with it?! “Uhhhh…B-But I thought you…didn’t need one?” Robert mumbled. 

Flambae smirked. “Oh trust me, I don’t.” Flambae admitted. “But since you’re practically idolizing me…you might wanna make the most of it while you can.” Flambae teased, trying to get Robert to blush more. 

Robert widened his eyes, before trying to make himself as stoic as he could. “Nah, I’m good to just watch from here.” Robert said to him, trying to downplay the whole thing. 

Flambae smirked at him. “Suit yourself.” He said, adjusting his grip. As he adjusted his grip though, his hands slipped slightly, making him jump. “aAh-!” 

Robert gasped and instinctively ran up to catch him…only to realize Flambae was still on the bar, smirking devilishly at him. Robert looked at his hands…before looking at his position. “Oh, you did not just…” Robert grumbled and rubbed the bridge of his nose. 

“Fuckin’ called it.” Flambae smirked with a small laugh, clearly proud of his fake-out.

Robert rolled his eyes. “Shut up…” He grumbled, before standing in front of him while Flambae continued his pull-ups. 

Flambae chuckled a bit as he lowered himself down, looking at him. “Just admit it already. You like me.” Flambae tried to tell him. 

Robert widened his eyes and dropped his jaw. “Wait, WHAT?! No I don’t!” He reacted. “That’s insane!” 

Flambae smirked with a chuckle. “You’re not exactly good at hiding it.” Flambae told him. “I’ve seen the way you look at me…” Flambae admitted, still talking despite holding himself up against the bar. “And my body’s not just reserved for the women~” He teased. 

Robert grumbled to himself. This guy, honestly… “Please…It’s never gonna happen.” Robert argued. Flambae really needs to stop teasing him about that shit. He doesn’t have a crush! Why would he?! He’s an asshole! Yeah, he’s got a good looking body…and looks really sweet whenever he talks about his niece…And when he finds Flambae holding Beef occasionally, but…He doesn’t LIKE-like him…

“Shame…” Flambae muttered. 

Robert kept his face stoic. He did NOT want Flambae finding out the truth. He would never hear the end of it! If this little secret came out…Flambae would bully him till the end of time.

Flambae did a few more pull-ups before hanging from the bar. “You’re doing it again…” Flambae teased. 

Robert grumbled and crossed his arms. “I’m not admiring you! I’m…” Robert tried to think. “J-Just…making sure you’re using good form.” Robert explained as best he could.

Flambae chuckled a bit. “Come on, Robert…” He shook his head. “If you were really checking my form, you’d be walking around and checking every bit of my body…not just the front.” He told him. 

Robert rolled his eyes. As much as he hated admitting it, he had a point. “Yup, I know…Was just about to move.” Robert tried to go along with it, walking around and checking his form as he kept doing the pull-ups. Again…how this man managed to look so good no matter what angle Robert used to look at him…He was perfect. It was so unfair! How could a man have such a ripped, yet toned body?! 

Robert walked a bit closer, moving around to the front. Without even fully processing his actions, Robert moved his hand out and touched Flambae’s ab muscles to feel how hard they were. 

Flambae’s breath hitched as his arms hung down, a wobbly grunt leaving his body. “aAH-” He looked down at Robert with a stern look. “Warn a person, will ya?!” He spat out. 

Robert quickly moved his hand back. “Sorry…” He mumbled. “Just…feeling them.” Robert admitted, slowly bringing his fingers down against his abs again. 

Flambae flinched slightly and bit the inside of his lip. “Okay…Just be careful.” He warned.

Robert looked up. “Do they hurt?” He asked. 

Flambae shook his head. “No no. They don’t. Just…” Flambae tried to think of a good excuse. “Caught me off guard.” 

Robert hummed. “I thought nothing gets past you…” He asked, a small smile showing on his face. 

Flambae widened his eyes at Robert’s words. Shit…he DID say that…Fuck. “Y-Yeah, but I didn’t think you, of all people, would do this.” Flambae admitted. 

Robert smirked slightly. “Do what? Touch your ribs?” He poked his lower rib, making him flinch more. 

“R-Robert-” He could feel more sweat dripping down his forehead as nervousness took over. 

“Hm?” Robert looked down at his abs…before looking at Flambae’s nervous face. “What’s wrong?” 

Flambae shook his head quickly to get himself to stay tough. “Nothing, nothing. Just…Didn’t know you wanted to touch them.” Flambae admitted, his voice getting slightly softer. “You could’ve just asked…that’s all.” He admitted, getting a bit more vulnerable than he’d like to admit. 

Robert felt his face warm up even more. Something about the way he said that…sounded like he was flustered. It was a side of Flambae he barely ever saw…so trying to pinpoint it was never easy. Robert began to feel his ribs more, using only one or two fingers to touch his abs.

Unfortunately, this just made Flambae squirm and jump more. “aAh- R-Robert! I-I said be careful-!” Flambae grumbled while trying to hold his breath. But the moment his left lower rib had been poked…A stupid little sound fell out of Flambae’s lips.

A giggle. A fucking high-pitched little giggle. And telling by Robert’s reaction…he had heard it too. 

“W-Was that a giggle?” Robert asked with a smile. 

Flambae growled. “No, it was NOT! You fucking liar!” He tried to protest. 

“Oho no, I know a giggle when I hear one.” Robert admitted, before poking the same ab. “And that was most certainly-” He poked again.* “A giggle.” Flambae grunted and let one hand off the bar to cover his face. Shit, he could feel a smile filling his cheeks. This was NOT good…

“Is someone a little ticklish?” 

Robert asked the question so casually, it should’ve been a crime. How the hell was Robert being so casual about his question?! “N-No! You’re crazy! Have you been-!” Flambae jumped and yelped, pure anger and fear covering his face. “Robert, don’t you fuckin’ try.” 

And then…like clockwork, Robert started tickling his ab muscles with his 8 main fingers. And Flambae was completely screwed. Flambae covered his mouth for as long as he could, which only made his face go tomato red…And by the time about 5 seconds had hit, Flambae just bursted out cackling. “aAAH! PFFFTAHAHAHAHA!” He shouted. 

“Holy shit!” Robert reacted.

“ROHOBERT!” He shouted, his hand lowering from his mouth to grip his abs. “GAHAhahaha!” Flambae laughed and squirmed as much as he could while up there. 

Robert looked like he was beaming. “You’ve been ticklish all this time?!” He asked, tickling the bottom 3 abs. “How have I never found out about this?” Robert asked, fluttering down by Flambae’s body.

Flambae squirmed and yelped, trying desperately to stop Robert. But holding onto the bar kept one of his defenses pre-occupied. He can’t stop 2 hands with only 5 fingers. That’s impossible. And listen, the guy’s not weak. Flambae can handle many hits before he has to back down. But he just…could never handle being tickled. Even when his niece tickled him to get him up off the couch…Flambae would crack within the first ten seconds. 

…And now his grip is gonna crack if he’s not careful. 

“ROhohobert stahahap!” Flambae laughed. 

“No way. This is way too entertaining!” Robert started tickling a little more closer to his toned belly. This single move ended up earning him a squeal from Flambae. “Have your abs always been this ticklish?” Robert asked, still fluttering his fingers as he watched Flambae struggle on the bar. 

“HAhahahaha- Yehehessss!” He hissed a little bit, feeling his grip slowly loosening on the bar. “Waha-Wahahait, Ihihi’mgonna fahahall!” He laughed, kicking his feet a little bit. 

“Oh, you wanna get down?” Robert asked, before fluttering up his ribs. “Is it because you don’t want me toooo…” He fluttered up to his armpits. 

Flambae yelped and grunted. “NO! I swear to god!” He shrieked. 

“Tickle your armpits?” He finally made it to the hollows, and fluttered in there.

Flambae shrieked and dropped his arms down, causing himself to fall…right into Robert’s arms. Flambae let out fits of laughs as he felt Robert’s fingers still in his pits. Even just having them there made him laugh helplessly. “Puhut me dohohown!” He begged. 

“Hmmm…” Robert lowered him down a little bit…before smirking and tickling his armpits all over again. “Nah.” Robert muttered rather confidently as he went right for the hollows to drive him up the wall. 

Flambae gasped and sputtered out a half-assed protest before falling victim to his own cackles and laughter. He was wriggling around, but failing to get out of Robert’s grip. He couldn’t hide it anymore…he just couldn’t get out of Robert’s grip right now. The tickles were weakening him too much.

“You know, I never would’ve guessed you’d be this ticklish.” Robert admitted. 

“Hahahahaha- Yohohou ahahahass!” Flambae laughed as he felt his knees buckle under him. “ROBEHERT!” He shouted right as Robert caught him again, by some miracle. 

“I got you.” Robert told him…all the while, he was lowering Flambae down sideways on the mat. 

As soon as Flambae landed on the map safely, Robert kept up his ticklish onslaught. 

Flambae cackled and squirmed around, ending up with himself laying on his side with his arms clutched to his sides and his knees curled up against his stomach. By this point, his cackles had turned to long-winded giggles and the occasional fit of laughter. “Sssstahahap ihit! Lehehehet meeee gohoho!” He begged. 

“And have you stop your laughing? I don’t think so.” Robert told him, before taking out his hands from his pits. “Especially when those abs are too ticklish to even be touched.” Robert teased, as he started poking his abs and belly. 

Flambae wheezed and doubled over, clutching his abs with breathless laughter. “Rohobeheherrrt! Yohohou-” He managed to push one hand, but was struggling to get the other hand. Why Robert’s hand was so fast, was completely beyond him. “Ihihi’m gonna kihihill yohohou!” He tried to threaten him. 

“Oh, you’re gonna kill me?” Robert asked, smirking. “How are you gonna do that…” He touched down on his front ribs near the abs, making Flambae guffaw. “When you can barely handle a few tickles?” He teased. 

“FUHUCK OHOHOHOFF!” Flambae shouted. “HAHAHAHA!” He tried to push Robert off him, but kept pulling his hand back whenever Robert went for his armpits. “SHIHIHIT!” He laughed. “YOHOHOU BAHAHASTARD!” He shouted at him. 

Somehow, Robert kept managing to get one step ahead of him. It was infuriating while also…kinda fun in the weirdest way possible. A lot of him was furious Robert had found out one of his only weaknesses…But the other part of him was secretly enjoying it. He may spend his whole life denying it…but he secretly loved when Robert played around like this. The banter was one thing…but the roughhousing? Especially wrestling and play-fighting? That was more his style of fooling around. 

Robert chuckled. “Not gonna lie, this is quite the display.” Robert teased. “I could keep you giggling like this all day.” Robert teased.

Flambae was blushing more from those words alone. “SH-SHUHUHUT UHUP! GAHAHAhahaha-!” He covered his mouth in one last futile attempt to hide his laughter. As much as he was absolutely hating getting his weaknesses exploited…He hadn’t laughed like this in ages. Not even his niece had learned to tickle him this much. 

Robert couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight. Flambae was completely red like his suit, with a bright smile on his face…and now, with his mouth covering it, he looked like a kid trying to hide behind the couch. “Is it too much for you?” Robert asked. 

“Rohobert- eeEEEK! PLEHEHEEEASE STAAAHAHAAP!” He shouted, kicking his feet wildly and squirming all over the place by this point.

Robert finally stopped tickling him, making sure that he wasn’t gonna explode. Flambae’s heaving and breathing filled the room for a while as he tried to recover from the big tickle attack. The fact that Robert had managed to get Flambae to plead…was both hilarious, and shocking at the same time. 

But despite every stupid thing Robert had done that day, like the tickles, making him fall off the bar, and the many teases and insults Robert threw at him earlier…the last thing he EVER expected was for Robert to help him. 

“Here.” Robert spoke, offering him his towel. Flambae looked at him with shock, but took the towel. Damn…even after tickling him to oblivion…Robert knew the best way to help him out. “So…How was your workout?” Robert asked.

Flambae let out a couple more breaths. “A bit…different.” He admitted. Flambae was used to being out of breath from regular exercises…but from tickle fights? Not as much. But in a strange way…it still felt like his abs had gotten stronger due to the tickling. Flambae finally managed to come up with an answer. “I don’t know…” He admitted. 

“If you wanted another way to exercise your core…” Robert knelt beside him and gently fluttered his fingers against his abs one last time. “Would you consider getting tickled again?” Robert asked with a smile. 

Flambae couldn’t help the giggles that left his mouth. “Ihihi-” He cleared his throat and stopped Robert’s hand. “I don’t know if…I can handle it all the time…But…” Flambae cleared his throat, trying not to make his slightly red face known. “I wouldn’t say no…if you offered…” He mumbled. 

Robert widened his eyes. “Wait…” Robert stared at him with shock. “So it wasn’t bad?” He asked for clarification. 

Flambae instinctively covered his face with his towel. “Don’t even think about it, Mecha-bitch.” He grumbled. “And don’t you EVER tell anyone about this.” Flambae warned. 

Robert dropped his jaw…with a big smile on his face. “There’s no way…” 

“Robert, NO!” Flambae growled. 

“I can’t believe this!” Robert reacted. 

“Robert, I swear!” Flambae argued. 

“You actually liked it!” Robert reacted. 

Flambae’s eye twitched…as Robert ended up saying it out loud. Oh, Robert had just fucked up…And Flambae has had enough…

The angry ex-villain suddenly sends flames towards Robert in retaliation. “FUCK OFF!” 

Robert yelped and moved out of the way, thankful that he, nor anything in the room had caught on fire. “Okay, okay! Jesus, I was joking.” Robert reacted. 

“You’d better be…” Flambae warned. 

Due to being swamped at work, Henrik had been working a lot of overtime. Usually his hours would be 9am - 7pm, which is a full 10-hour shift. But some nights, Henrik had been staying in his office until just after midnight! Needless to say, Henrik had been working his butt off, and everyone had noticed this. 

Especially his close friend, Jameson Jackson. Now, because of Jamie’s form of language, he’s always been known as the observant ego. Jamie would always think before he spoke, and always made sure to wait until the person was done talking before he would give his two-cents. As a result, a lot of people liked going to Jamie to vent their problems or express their personal anxieties. But not Henrik. That German doctor would rather die filled with his own thoughts than express any of his work stresses to anybody. And Jamie knew this. But…Sometimes, Jamie would have to push the man to speak up and finally let loose. And if there was ever a time to do that, it would be now. 

Jamie walked himself up to the door of the Doctor’s office, and knocked on it. 

“May I help you?” Henrik’s thick german accent rang through the wood of the door. 

Jamie opened the door gently, and peeked through the crack. 

“Who is zhere?” Henrik spoke up, still not looking at the door. 

Jamie sighed and rubbed his nose. Henrik had a bad habit of not looking up from his work for long periods of time. Usually, if it was someone who spoke, this wouldn’t be an issue. But Jamie didn’t have a voice. So this made things more difficult. So, Jamie cleared his throat. 

“Ahem…” 

Henrik turned around with a slightly annoyed face. “Who zhe hell-” Henrik’s anger softened when he saw who it was. “Ah! Yamie! I apologize, mein freund. Come in.” He told him, waving him in. 

Jamie opened the door more and walked in, taking a seat in one of the client chairs. 

“How may I help you zhis fine day?” Henrik asked with his usual doctor voice. 

Jamie sighed and observed his friend. Henrik had dark circles under his eyes, and bright red cheeks. He looked like he hadn’t slept in over 3 days. Jamie lifted his hands up and signed something simple: ‘You look like shit.’ 

Henrik’s droopy eyes slowly widened as he processed what Jamie had signed. “Vell, zhat’s a bit rude, don’t you zhink?” Henrik asked. 

Jamie lifted his one eyebrow, almost giving him sass. ‘Am I wrong?’ his signing translated to. 

Henrik’s widened eyes narrowed as a small grumble left his mouth. “And not letting up vizh zhe sass. I see how it is.” He muttered. He sighed. “Let me guess…Are you vorried I am overvorking myself again?” Henrik asked him. 

Jamie nodded his head with a worried expression on his face. ‘Very worried.’ He signed. 

Henrik sighed and took off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. He put them back on and signed the words ‘I’m fine’ to him. 

Jamie narrowed his eyes at Henrik’s signs, and smirked slightly. He lifted his hand and signed the following: ‘You said the wrong word’. 

Henrik looked taken aback slightly. “Vhat?” 

Jamie smiled a slight bit more and repeated the sign. ‘You said ‘I am cool’.’ Jamie then said ‘Did you mean ‘I am fine’?’ he clarified. 

Henrik grumbled. “Come on, Yamie…Bear vizh me here. I cannot zhink straight.” Henrik admitted. 

Jamie’s smile widened. ‘Yeah! Cause you’re tired!’ He signed rather enthusiastically. 

“Nein, I am not! You lying!” Henrik accused. 

Jamie smirked and pulled out Chase’s phone. With a simple click, a lullaby song started playing from the phone. 

“Jamie, I vill not tolerate zhis from you.” Henrik warned. But he couldn’t help the slight slurring that occurred at the end of his sentence. 

Jamie smirked even more. ‘You need sleep.’ He signed. 

Henrik’s anger slowly filled his face. With no regard for Jamie’s feelings, Henrik signed a good ol’ fashioned ‘Fuck you’ with his hand. 

Jamie’s eyes widened as his jaw dropped. ‘Swearing now?’ He signed, before turning off the phone music. ‘You only swear when you are sleepy.’ was the jist of what Jamie had signed to him. 

“If you value your life, you vill take back zhose vords.” Henrik warned. 

Jamie silently giggled. ‘You lose your patience when you are tired too.’ He mentioned to him. 

“You know vhat-” Henrik stood up and attempted to tackle him down. But thanks to the lack of sleep, Henrik was relatively easy to subdue. Jamie just took his arms, and held him against his back. “HEY!” Henrik growled and pulled on his arms, but to no avail. “LET ME GO!” He shouted. 

Jamie paused for a moment, and quickly carried Henrik to the door. He kicked the door closed with his own foot, and sat Henrik down onto the spinny chair. ‘Stay.’ Jamie warned. 

“Or vhat?” Henrik asked, sneering at him. “You don’t scare me, alter mann.” He threatened through slurry speech. 

Jamie tried his hardest not to laugh at how dopey and silly Henrik is while sleep deprived. He walked closer to Henrik, and poked his side.

“Vhere do you zhink you’re- SCHEIßE!” Henrik jumped. He stared at Jamie, and narrowed his eyes. “You leetle shite. Taking advantage of me now?” Henrik asked with a grumble. 

‘Maybe.’ Jamie signed with a giggle. 

“Vell, it vill not vork. I am not ticklish.” Henrik warned. “You can try all you vant to, but I vill not bre-HEAK-!” Henrik jumped and squeaked as Jamie poked him again. 

Jamie giggled a little bit. ‘You were saying?’ He signed. 

“Beginners luck!” Henrik yelled. “Even Chase has done zhat. But once it is done, I cannot be tickled again.” Henrik warned with a confident smirk. 

Jamie smirked even more and started tickling his sides. But Henrik didn’t break. He just started holding it in with little issue. Jamie looked up with slight confusion. “You see?” Henrik warned with a smirk. 

Jamie widened his eyes. Even had to admit, he was impressed. He brought his fingers up to his ribs, and noted the slight jerk. But besides that, Henrik didn’t budge. 

“You try, but you vill not succeed…For I have been conditioned to not be tickled.” Henrik warned with a proud toothy smile. 

But Jamie didn’t give up. He became determined to get him to laugh. Sooner or later, he has to break!...Right? 

“Yust give up now, Yackson. Chase could not break me, so vhy could you?” Henrik teased. 

Jamie’s determination increased. There has to be a spot that’ll get him! And if there isn’t, then shouldn’t he be able to break from tiredness alone? 

“I am surprised you are still going, mein freund. But I vill varn you once more-” Henrik suddenly hiccupped and widened his eyes. “oOH fuck-” Henrik squeezed his arms against his sides. “Nehein-” Henrik glared at Jamie. “Don’t you dare…” He grumbled through his teeth. 

Jamie’s determination switched to a mischievous grin. He bounced his eyebrows up and down a couple times, before digging deeper into Henrik’s armpits. 

“aaAH- Scheiße-Scheiße-Scheiße-” Henrik took in a deep breath and held it, clenching his teeth as he tried not to smile. 

Jamie’s smirk widened as he increased the pressure. 

“Scheiße-Scheiße-Scheheheiße- NEHEIN!” He screeched. 

Jamie gasped audibly and kept going. He was getting somewhere! He could feel it! 

“JAHAMIE- OW-OW- HALT! ZHAT HURTS!” Henrik shouted. 

Jamie widened his eyes and immediately stopped his fingers. But he refused to remove his hands from his armpits. 

“Scheiße…Zhat hurt, Yamie!” Henrik growled. “You are sick fuck!” He yelled. 

Jamie widened his eyes for a moment…before moving his fingers again and growing a huge smile. “aAHAHA- Scheiße-SHEHEHEHEIßE!! DU DUMMER SCHLEHEHECHTER! EEEEEEK!” Henrik squeezed his eyes shut and started wiggling around in the chair. “DU HURENSOHN- BAHAHAHAHA! ICH SCHWÖRE BEI ​​GOHOHOHOTT!” Henrik’s German slowly grew unintelligible as his cackles absolutely took over. It looked like Henrik was too tired to keep it in much longer! And Jamie was LOVING IT! 

So much in fact, that Jamie was practically bouncing in place while tickling his friend. Yes, he had to dodge the occasional kick, but Henrik was LAUGHING! HE WAS CACKLING! This was SO MUCH MORE THAN CHASE HAS EVER ACCOMPLISHED! This was OSCAR-WORTHY!

“SHIHIHITE- STAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEEEEASE!” Henrik squealed and squeaked, shaking his head as his glasses began to fall down his nose. Even his hair was somehow getting more messy than it already had been! It was honestly hilarious! 

Jamie enthusiastically shook his head and kept tickling him. He was still trying to process the sound of Henrik’s true, unrestrained laughter! It was glorious! It was so free, and very contagious! Jamie would even catch himself giggling alongside him! 

This was a rare moment! Jamie needed to make the most of this! Eager to see where else he could get him, Jamie moved one hand out of Henrik’s armpit and started tickling his neck. 

“eeEEEHEEEEK!” Henrik squeaked and lifted his shoulders up, snorting as squeaky giggles left his mouth. “HAHAHALT- NAT ZHERE! NEHEHEIIIIIN!” He squeaked and cackled. 

Jamie was beaming by this point. Henrik is actually capable of SQUEALING! AND GIGGLING! Who was this, and what had happened to the Henrik he knew and loved?! This was so unlike him! And yet, this side of Henrik suited him perfectly! 

“PLEEEHEHEEEASE! BREHEHEHEAK- BREHEHEHEAK! IHI’M GONNA PEEEEE!” He began pleading. 

It was only here that Jamie properly clued into what he was doing. With those words alone, Jamie stopped his onslaught. He completely moved his hands away, and let Henrik breathe for a moment. Henrik’s giggles continued to flutter out of his mouth as he struggled to breathe and calm himself down. Instinctively, Henrik reached for the mug that was beside him, to hydrate himself. But Jamie was faster than him, and had gently pulled the mug away from him with a shake of the head. ‘No more coffee’ Jamie signed. 

“B-But-” 

Jamie wiggled his index finger, and handed him a bottle of water instead. 

Henrik stuttered for a moment, before sighing. “Fiiiine.” Henrik took the bottle of water, and started to unscrew the cap. But to their surprise, Henrik was struggling to open the bottle. He pulled and twisted, but his body appeared too weak to get it. 

Slowly, Jamie’s empty hand offered itself to Henrik. And reluctantly, Henrik sighed and surrendered the water bottle. Jamie took only a couple seconds to unscrew the cap, and hand the bottle back. 

“Zhank you.” Henrik told him, before starting to drink from the bottle. But a few seconds later, and some of the water had missed his mouth and fell onto his shirt. Henrik looked down at his shirt, utterly defeated. “.....Scheiße.” He muttered quietly. 

Jamie couldn’t help but laugh at just how sleep-deprived he was. So, Jamie helped him stand up, and packed his bag for him. With that done, Jamie put the backpack onto his own back, and wrapped Henrik’s arm around his shoulders. With that done, Jamie and Henrik left the office and walked into the car. With Henrik in the car, Jamie drove them home and put him into his bed. As he walked out, Jamie placed a note that said the following: [Good night, Henrik. Please take a sick day tomorrow. You deserve it.  ~Jamie] 

[After Work:] 

Mario and Luigi parked their van at the usual parking spot, and they hopped out of the car. Luigi headed to the pipe first, and grabbed his backpack from earlier to put it on. With his stuff on his back, Luigi walked up and leaned against the pipe. 

“Try not to fall into the darklands this time, fratellino.” Mario warned. 

He sat on the pipe. “Right back at ya, fratello maggiore!” Luigi yelled back before saluting his brother and falling backwards into the pipe. 

Mario chuckled and followed him into the pipe. The two boys flew through the floating passageway, making sure to stay forward so as to not end up sucked into the darklands this time. This seemed to work in leading Luigi to the Mushroom Kingdom. 

Luigi flew out of the pipe. “WAHOOOOO!” Luigi yelled happily. He turned his feet down to the ground and slid across the grass towards a mushroom. Quickly, he turned himself around and slid into the large mushroom with his back.

Not long after, Mario popped out of the pipe and slid across the grass as well. Mario soon slid to a stop in a confident pose. “Now THAT’S-A how you land!” Mario declared. 

“Not bad, Mario!” Luigi said, giving him the ‘okay’ sign. 

Mario looked at Luigi. “Did you stick the landing this time?” Mario asked. 

Luigi widened his eyes and looked down at his feet. Wait…Did-Did he really land on his feet this time?! 

“I…” Luigi looked at Mario with pure shock. 

“Wait, you DID?!” Mario gasped. 

“I think I did!” Luigi reacted. Mario sprinted up and hugged Luigi tightly. “DIO MIO! QUESTO È ENORME!” Mario yelled. 

Luigi was laughing and jumping up and down while in the hug with Mario. “It is, it is!” Luigi reacted. 

“And I got to witness it.” Someone said behind them. 

Luigi opened his eyes and removed himself from the hug. “Hello Peach!” Luigi reacted. 

“Peach!” Mario turned around. “You saw him land?” Mario asked. 

“Yeah! Slid across the grass like it was ice, and backed up into the mushroom stump. Though he landed on his feet, he didn’t quite stop on his feet without a tiny bit of help.” Peach said with a wink, pointing her thumb to the mushroom stump.

Luigi’s excitement switched to slight annoyance. “Ouch…” He mumbled. “My dignity.” 

Mario shrugged his shoulders. “I think it still counts.” Mario said. 

“Awwww, did I kick you in the confidence?” Peach teased. 

“No.” Luigi shook his head, looking at Peach with just enough confidence to make a difference. “And so what if you did? It doesn’t bother me.” Luigi replied. 

Peach smirked. “Is that so?” 

“Yeah. It doesn’t bother me.” Luigi said back. 

“I heard you the first time, sweet pea.” Peach teased. 

Luigi widened his eyes and narrowed his eyes at her. But then he remembered something…from a week earlier. The time he had managed to tickle Peach a couple times mid-tickle fight. With this information, Luigi smiled a slight bit. He was beginning to let a small little mood fill up his brain with ideas. Many, many ideas. 

Mario widened his eyes when he saw the familiar expression on Luigi’s face. “O-Ohoho no. Luigi, let’s think for a second. This is the Princess. You know she doesn’t like that kind of thing.” Mario told him. 

Luigi looked at Mario. “Yeah she does.” Luigi replied. “She’d be allowed to get me back.” he mentioned. 

Peach tilted her head. “Get you back?” She asked. Are you proposing a fight?” She asked. 

Luigi was taken aback. “UH- well…Not really a fight-fight…” Luigi mumbled. 

Peach had to think for a moment…suddenly, her face lit up with surprise! “OH! Are you proposing a tickle fight?” She asked. 

“M-Maybe…” Luigi admitted. 

Peach was shocked…she soon looked over at Mario with surprise. 

But the moment Peach looked at Mario, the red man put his hands up in arrest. “Nope, nope. I’m not helping. This is strictly your thing.” Mario said, pointing to his brother and Peach. 

Luigi looked down slightly, biting his lip. “O-oh.” 

Peach smirked. “Very well.” She looked at Luigi. “You mentioned I can get you back?” She asked. 

Luigi looked at Peach with surprise, before lighting up and nodding. “Yes! Our tickle fights are usually a two-way fight.” Luigi told her. 

Mario rolled his eyes. “L'ipocrisia…” he mumbled. 

“Stai zitto.” Luigi muttered to Mario. 

Peach smirked. “Alright. Challenge accepted.” Peach declared, offering Luigi a hand. 

Mario put up his hand. “Hold on.” Mario pulled Luigi’s ear down and whispered in his ear. “Are you sure you wanna take on the princess?” Mario asked. 

Luigi smirked and flicked Mario’s fingers off his ear. “Positive.” Luigi replied back in his normal volume before taking her hand and shaking it. 

Peach smiled and shook his hand as well…before pulling Luigi into her arms and wrapping her arms around him. “Gotcha!” 

Luigi yelped and immediately started wiggling around. “WaiT-WAIT!” Luigi shouted, before throwing his head back as the fight began on his sides. “BAAAHAHAhahahaha!” Luigi threw his head back and cackled. 

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you. I was too busy tickling you.” Peach told him. 

“STAHAHAP! CHEHEHEATERHRHRHR!” Luigi yelled at her. 

“I did no such thing. YOU accepted my invitation regardless of what time we began the tickle fight.” She reminded him. “If you kept waiting or spoke up, I would’ve offered you a 3-second chance in the deal.” She mentioned. 

“IHIHIHIHI-” He gasped and squeaked as he felt a few fingers dig into his hips. “OHOHO GAHAHAHAHA!” Luigi squeezed his eyes shut and started snorting. “NAHA- *snort* -HAHAHAHA- *snort* -HAHAHA!” Luigi cackled. 

“Do you give up yet, Luigi?” She asked. “Do ya? Do ya?!” Peach repeatedly asked. 

Luigi snorted and shook his head as he let out a hissy fit of laughter. 

“Wow…You’re a tough cookie to break!” Peach reacted. “Your brother would’ve given up by now.” 

Mario widened his eyes. “Hey!” He reacted. 

“Am I wrong?” Peach asked, switching to squeezing the back of Luigi’s hip instead. 

“W-Well…No, but-” Mario admitted. 

“I’m not saying it’s a bad thing. I’m saying you two tolerate different things.” Peach explained as she stopped tickling. “You, I imagine, tolerate a lot more strikes.” Peach said as she pointed to Mario. 

Mario shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “Yeah…you’re not wrong.” he admitted. 

“And Luigi over here…” Peach took in a breath and blew a raspberry onto his neck, making Luigi squeak and giggle helplessly in her arms. “...tolerates a lot more agility.” Peach explained. 

Luigi’s giggles lessened slowly as he felt himself growing tired in her grip. The man had to admit…that Peach is a lot better at tickling people than he ever expected. Maybe…maybe he underestimated the princess. 

“Do you give up?” She asked slyly. 

Luigi let out one long breath…before moving his hands under him and grabbing her sides. “Nope!” He declared. 

Peach yelped in surprise. “EEP! Hehey!” Peach quickly tried to take back control of the situation. “Yohou finally gohohonna-” 

Luigi spun himself around and tickled his quick fingers all over her belly and sides. 

“Hehehehe! Nohot bahad, Luhuhu.” Peach giggled. Though her sides were quite ticklish, her belly sadly wasn’t. 

This was something Luigi noticed right away. “Alright. Strike belly off the list.” Luigi said. 

Mario smiled and crossed his arms as he watched his brother take control. “Try the ribs!” Mario told him. 

“Whahat ahahare rihibs?” Peach asked. 

Luigi smiled and fluttered his fingers up the ribs. “Just a little cage located right about here.” Luigi replied. 

Peach’s giggles seemed to go up an octave as he scratched his nails on the lower ribs. “HEhehehehe! Rihihibcahahage?” Peach asked. 

“Yeah. You’ve never heard of it?” Luigi asked. Mario shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe Peach didn’t grow up with much human medical knowledge.” Mario explained. “She was the only human she ever knew growing up.” He reminded him. 

“True.” Luigi replied before clearing his throat. “The ribcage is like the body’s armor that keeps your organs safe from harm.” Luigi told her. “Every human has a ribcage. They have to! Otherwise any hit to the chest would kill them.” Luigi explained. 

“Gohohohood to knohohohow!” She replied. 

Luigi tickled his fingers up towards the middle of the ribcage, making sure to touch and wiggle his fingers on every rib. “Are these ribs ticklish?” Luigi asked. 

Her giggles didn’t really change much. But it didn’t get less ticklish, which was good for Luigi. “Yeheheheah! Hehehehe- thehehehey ahahare!” Peach replied. 

“The rib cage is made up of bone. The ribs themselves start here…” He poked the bottom rib in the front, making Peach jump. “…all the way up…” Luigi tickled up the right side to the armpit. 

This made Peach switch from silly giggles to fits of laughter. “Wahait wahahait WAHAIT!” Peach yelled. 

But Luigi didn’t listen. He just kept up his conversation. “…to the armpits!” He continued. “In fact, the last rib should be right about…” he poked the area slightly below the armpit. “Here.” 

It was at this moment that Peach let out her first fit of cackles. Mario widened his eyes and raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oho my god she’s cackling!” Mario reacted, giggling and covering his mouth with his hand. 

Peach had her arm clamped down against his fingers, refusing to let him go. But this only made Luigi tickle her more in the one ticklish area she didn’t know she had. 

“So, Princess:” Luigi smirked a bit. “Do you give up?” He asked. 

Peach wiggled around, somewhat struggling to handle such a strong touch on the very top rib. She wasn’t sure if she should give up or not. On one hand, Peach was loving the attention and excitement. But the tickles we’re getting to be a bit much…to the point where she was actually considering giving him the win. “Ihihihi…” 

“You know you can always get yourself out of this situation. All you have to do is tell me you’re done.” Luigi reminded her in a menacingly casual tone. 

Mario widened his eyes. Wait…is Luigi gonna actually win against the Princess of the mushroom kingdom?! 

But Mario’s surprise changed when she shook her head. “Nohohoho wahahay!” She yelled before moving her fingers away from her chest and up to his own ribcage. “Now lehehehehet mehehehe feheheel!” Peach told him, pushing on his ribs. 

Luigi yelped and attempted to cover himself up. “NoO! And you said I was hard to break.” Luigi reacted. 

Peach giggled and took out a golden bell. “Now let’s see what you’re really made of.” She put it against herself, turning herself into a cat and took off running after him. This alone made Mario drop his jaw in shock. 

“WaiTWAIT-” Luigi sprinted away and started up a chase scene. “HOW IS THAT FAIR?!” Luigi shouted back. 

“Again, it was all decided in the agreement we both shook on.” She replied. 

“CAT SUITS WERE NEVER MENTIONED!” Luigi shouted. 

“Exactly! Meaning I can use them!” She replied proudly. 

Mario wheezed and covered his mouth with his hands, loving the sudden change in rules. The hilarious part was that yes, technically she’s right! But at the same time, he would NEVER have the courage to pull that on his brother…because he knew that Luigi would most certainly make him regret pulling a move like that. But what’s Luigi possibly gonna do if it’s Peach?! A princess who doesn’t appear to be as ticklish as him. 

It didn’t take long for Luigi to be tackled to the ground by the determined pink kitty. “Are you purr-pared for your ultimate doom?” She asked with a smirk. 

Luigi had to cover his mouth to not let a stupid little giggle slip. Any sort of giggle would’ve indicated that he was secretly loving this. Free tickles AND cat puns?! YES PLEASE! 

Peach giggled again and wiggled her cat paws. “Coochy coochy coochy coo!” She teased, bringing her wiggling cat paws closer and closer to Luigi’s belly. 

Luigi squeezed his eyes shut, still covering his mouth as daydreams and thoughts of being tickled began to spiral inside his poor mind. The wiggling paws? The CHILDISH TEASES?! HOW MUCH DID SHE KNOW?! 

Peach smirked almost evilly as she quickly began poking and prodding the boy’s belly with her kitty paws first. “Now we’ve both tried out rougher tickles, but didn’t succeed.” She said, before making her scratches gentle and slow. “But what about slow, softer tickles?” She asked. 

Luigi squeaked and let out a fit of muffled giggles from his mouth. They were 10 seconds in…and Luigi ALREADY couldn’t handle it. Every little touch was making him jump and spazz, and it would only take a couple pokes for him to let out a few giggles at a time. Multiply this by 10, and you’d get the flustered, overwhelmed green bean known as Luigi. 

“Now if I remember correctly…” Peach began to flutter and poke her little cat claws on either side of his belly, as if Luigi’s belly was a piano. “These little notes…” She moved her right hand a bit towards his left side. “And a few notes over here…” She kept muttering to herself. 

Luigi squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head as he giggled helplessly into his hands. The lee mood was overwhelmingly strong. His body was filled with so much adrenaline, he had no idea what to do with it. Part of him wanted to push her hands off because it tickled so much, while the other part of him wanted to give up and let her keep tickling him. 

He couldn’t choose! How does one make any choices when you’re being tickled so delicately?! 

“Now: You were telling me about rib cages earlier…” Peach mentioned to him. 

Luigi squeaked through his hands and tensed up. Oh no! OH NO! NOT THE RIB COUNTING GAME! NOO! “Wahahait! Nohoho rihihibs!” Luigi begged. 

Peach raised an eyebrow as she held her paws slightly above his ribcage. “Bad ticklish spot, Luigi?”  

Mario smirked. “What’s wrong, Lu? Can’t take what you dish out?” He teased. 

“SHUHUT UP, MARIO!” Luigi yelled back. 

“MAKE ME, LEE-UIGI!” Mario replied with a laugh. 

Luigi groaned. Of all the times to bring out the dreaded nickname…why now?! I mean, he’s not wrong…he IS in a lee mood. But still! Why must he call him out like that?! 

Luigi’s thoughts were quickly distracted by a playful tickle strategy he wasn’t expecting: Nibbles. He immediately threw his head back and let out a long fit of cackles. “NAHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHO NOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Luigi laughed. 

Peach nibbled all over his ribs and ab muscles. “Om-nom-nom-nom-nom! Om-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom.” She made playful noises as she nibbled on his ribs. 

“EEEHEHEHE- *snort* -HEHEHE! OHOHOH- *snort* -OHOHO NOHOHOHO! *snort* -NAHAHA- *snort*” Luigi yelled as he started to snort throughout his fits of laughter. 

“Ooooh! Look at this cute little piggy! Snorting up a storm, I see?” She teased with a wink. Luigi whined and covered up his red face, muffling his laughter in the process. Though despite his best efforts, you could clearly hear the snorts and laughs through his hands. There was just no hiding the embarrassing, but ultimately adorable snorts that the tall green bean let out. 

“I wonder if there’s any fishies hidden in this belly of yours…” She teased with a smirk. 

Luigi squeaked and shook his head. It’s too much! She’s teasing me way too much! ‘I can’t handle it! I can’t! I’ve reached my limit for teases!’ 

He uncovered his face. “I GIVE UP! I gihihive uhuhuhup!” Luigi shouted for Peach to hear. 

Peach widened her eyes and clapped her paws. “I win!!” She declared. “I win, I win, I win!” She reacted happily. Peach turned around. “Mario, I actually wo-…Mario?” 

Mario was covering up his face with his hat, refusing to show them his cherry red cheeks. It looked like Mario was going to burst from pure embarrassment. He looked almost mortified. 

“Ma…Mario?” Luigi asked, still tired from the tickle attack. He sat himself up and quickly saw what Mario was doing. Luigi walked up to Mario and very carefully removed the hat from his face with his hand. Luigi was taken aback by how shy and nervous Mario looked. It almost looked…familiar. 

Sensing what might’ve been happening, Luigi offered him a hand. “Want help up?” Luigi asked. 

Mario subtly nodded his head before taking his hand. “Y-Yeah…” Mario replied quietly. 

Luigi pulled Mario up onto his feet and patted his back. “There ya go, buddy.” Luigi replied. “What do you say we call it an early night?” Luigi asked. 

“S…Sounds good.” Mario admitted. 

Peach walked up to Mario and Luigi. “Is he okay?” She asked. 

“I think so.” Luigi replied. “He’s probably just tired. We’re gonna make some dinner and call it an early night.” Luigi replied. 

Peach nodded her head. “Alright.” She replied before kneeling down. “Have a good evening, Mario.” She told him, kissing his forehead. 

Luigi widened his eyes in shock. Oh my god- She’s kissing his forehead?! What does this mean?! Is this a sweet gesture? Or something more?? HE NEEDS TO KNOW! And Mario looked shocked and flustered all at once. Mario slowly covered his face up with his hat again, telling Luigi that he had to help Mario back to the house before he ultimately exploded. 

When Peach started to walk back to the castle, Luigi helped his brother back into the house. He opened the door for Mario, and gave the curious toads a good excuse as to what was going on, so Mario could sneak into the house without suspicion. 

When the door was finally closed, Mario squeezed his eyes shut and let out a cry of excitement before covering his mouth with his hands.