#tickleween2025

Day One: First Frost ~Eitaku~ (100th Line Last Defense Academy)

Day Two: Bonfire ~Gojo-Gang~ (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Day Three: Thunderstorms ~Sengen~ (Dr. Stone)

Day Four: Cozy ~Bachisagi~ (Blue Lock)

Day Five: Baking ~Duke/Alice~ (The Duke And His Maid)

Day Six: Full Moon ~Shin SouKoku~ (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Day Seven: Fall Leaves ~Baji and Chuuya~ (Tokyo Revengers)

Day Eight: Hay Ride ~Jakyoin~(Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Day Nine: Owl ~Kon and Sakashita~ (Mononoke)

Day Ten: Black and Orange ~Kageyama and Hinata~ (Haikyuu!!)

Day Eleven: Superstition ~TwiYor~ (Spy x Family)

Day Twelve: Black Cat ~KageChika~ (Collar x Malice)

Day Thirteen: Fog ~Shinra~ (Fire Force)

Day Fourteen: Candy Corn ~Renga~ (Sk8 The Infinity)

Day Fifteen: Jumpscare ~Leorio and Killua~ (Hunter x Hunter)

Day Sixteen: Batty ~Abe, Tajima, Mihashi~ (Big Windup)

Day Seventeen: Scary Movie ~Kureha and Koyo~ (9 RIP)

Day Eighteen: Demon ~Allnyette~(Cupid Parasite)

Day Nineteen: In The Shadows ~Vivia and Yuma~ (Rain Code)

Day Twenty: Vampire ~TodoDeku~ (My Hero Academia)

Day Twenty-One: Disturbance ~Lilante~ (Piofiore)

Day Twenty-Two: Costume ~Sanegiyuu~ (Demon Slayer)

Day Twenty-Three: Nightmare ~GabiYui~ (Hell’s Paradise)

Day Twenty-Four: Witch’s Brew ~Rei, Miri, Kazuma~ (Buddy Daddies)

Day Twenty-Five: Blood ~L and Light~ (Death Note)

Day Twenty Six: Cemetery ~OriginalShipping~ (Pokemon)

Day Twenty Seven: Shapeshifter ~Zexion, Xaldin Leaxeus~ (Kingdom Hearts)

Day Twenty Eight: Haunted House ~ByaKaza~ (Olympia Soiree)

Day Twenty Nine: Skeleton ~Sherliam~(Moriarty The Patriot)

Day Thirty: Jack O’ Lantern ~Yuki and Kyo~ (Fruits Basket)

“Gotcha!” Olberic growled in his ear from behind, and ten massive fingers quickly tickled up his ribs. Therion would go on record to say that the noise he let out was not a squeal but a shout of shock- that he was caught completely off guard by the warrior’s touch and nothing else.

Unfortunately for him, the laughter that came out after was not something he could easily deny. “Gahahhahhaa! You sohohon of a bihihitch!” He cackled, twisting about in his arms as he tried to escape. “I thohohohught I wohohohon a trehahahaht!”

“You did! You won the treat of laughter!” Tressa giggled, clapping her hands as she watched her friend get utterly wrecked. “Good for you- the trick was ice down your back via Cyrus!”

“Doohohohodged a buhuhuhllet thehhhere, dihihihid I? Gehahahahha- Ohoohohohlbeheheric, knohohock it ohohohoff alrehahahahdy! Eheahhaa, I meahahhan it, I meahhhan it- Stahhahap! Stahha-STAHP!” He bursted free with a jump, making both his companions laugh. Therion tried to stay mad, but it was kinda hard to do so while watching them high five like two proud clowns. “Ugh, you’re teheherrible!”

“You didn’t hate it, though!” Tressa teased, and he was kinda mad she was right.

“Forgive me, Therion. Tressa insisted.” Olberic smiled apologetically, easing some when Therion waved it off.

“It’s fine. Could have been worse.”

“Here!” Tressa ran up suddenly, taking his hand and depositing a candy. “Your actual treat- for playing along.” She grinned up at his surprised face. “What? You think I’m gonna have Olberic here tickle my customers? We’d get banned from town for sure!”

“Then why tickle me?” He blurted, and she smiled softly.

“Cause you're special to us.” She nodded before turning away, catching up with the team and leaving him standing there a bit dazed.

“Special, huh?” He thought outloud, rolling the candy around in his fingers as his chest warmed some. Shaking his head, he popped the candy in his mouth, pretending the growing happiness in his core was at plans of getting her back when they reached town.

“Thahat’s one way to put ihihit- hehehe, Sherly!” This whole compliment thing was starting to make sense now. He arched some when Sherlock continued to trace his ribs, pushing at his shoulders as he turned away. “Ehehenough of thahahat! Yoohohou knohohw I’m shehehensitive!”

“Oh, that you’re ticklish? That’s another thing I love about you.” Sherlock purred, leaning in to kiss his neck while his fingers continued to explore. “I love how you react to the slightest of touches. The way your body curls and arches at each delicate poke of my fingers. I love the way you try so hard to hide your laughter, but it comes out anyway. I love those cute snorts and wheezes you make when I touch you like this~”

“Eheheheheah!” Sherlock had vibrated his fingers quickly along the backs of his ribs, making him snort-giggle before falling back into their bed. “Shehehehrly! Sheehheheherly, you mahahahde yoohohohour pohohohint! Ehahhahaha!”

“Oh, have I now? I think you don’t truly get how much I love your sensitivity.” He bit at his ear, the feeling both pleasant and ticklish and making William's stomach flip. “I want to drown in the sound of your laughter, to listen to it on repeat for the rest of my years. I want to have your smile branded in my mind so no matter how harrowing life gets, I’ll have something precious to look back on. I want my hands to know the feeling of you- to never forget it.”

“Oohohoh my gohohood, tahhahat’s teheheherrible! Yoohohohu schohohohoundral!” William wheezed, flustered by Sherlock’s sugar sweet words and devious hands. “Yohohohou soohohohund so dihihihirty rihhihght now!”

“Do I? Well let me tell you what else I want.” Sherlock pulled back, his hands still on William’s sides but holding him now as he looked into his eyes. “I’m a greedy man, you know. I want my tongue to forever know the taste of your lips- never to be washed away. I want my shoulders to know the warmth of your arms around me, to keep me warm on the coldest of evenings.” He reached up, running his thumb against William’s red cheek as he smiled down at him.

“I want my soul to know it’s found its mate, and my heart to continue beating for years to come alongside yours. I want to grow old with you- to hold your hand as it slowly wrinkles. I want you to comfort me as my hair goes grey, and I want to be your eyes if they ever begin to fade. I just…want to love you. I want to continue loving you for all eternity.”

William couldn’t speak. He honestly couldn’t breathe, hearing all this. His pulse was loud in his ears, each word Sherlock spoke repeating with every beat of his heart. He felt the back of his eyes burning, and he bit the inside of his cheek to contain the sudden tears he wanted to shed. “That was unfair, Sherly.”

“Hm?” The brunette looked a bit startled. William took his chance to kiss him, pulling him close. What words he couldn’t bring himself to speak he put into his lips, hoping Sherlock would understand.

The hands on his sides gripped him tightly, the lips against his kissing him back fully. A pleasant warmth spread down his nerves, the love they shared burning his insides up in the best way. When they pulled apart, Sherlock looked a little blurry. “I want to keep loving you too, Sherly. Let me be with you for all my days.”

“You don’t even have to ask.” Sherlock kissed him again and again.

“Not at all.” He tried to play it off, even if the most recent jumpscare nearly had him shouting out. He was going to die young- he knew it. This ferry was going to stop his heart for sure. “Holding you makes my heart accelerate.” There was some truth in that- her pretty blush made it worth it.

“Oh you- flirting with me in the middle of a haunted attraction!” She giggled, hugging him gently. “Don’t worry though- I’ll protect you.”

“As I’ve said already, I’m not scared.” He huffed, if not a little defensive. Her giggles increased, making his cheeks redden. “I really am not!”

“Hehehehe! Okay, Mr. Big Bad Director. I believe you.” She teased, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. “Since you're not scared at all- why don’t you lead the way?”

Oh, she was devious, wasn’t she? No matter which path he took, he was sure his pride would be wounded by the end of the night.

Well then- when both paths lead to death- carve a new one!

“Come on now.” He poked her sides, making her squeak and jump away. “Let’s get going, shall we.”

“We ahahare, wehhhehe are! Ehehahaha, stahhaap that!” She giggled and danced before him, trying to outrun his teasing fingers along her ribs. It worked out for the best- they got through the haunted ferry attraction in record time. Sure, they still got jumpscared from time to time, not that she noticed amidst her laughing fits.

Scary attractions weren’t so bad like this.

At some point, they made it back on the pier, and he gave her sides a few more tickles for good measure. “Ahahahakaza, coohohme ohohohn! Ehahaha- wehehehe’re ohohohoutside!” She cried, twisting around and catching his hands. “Whehhe’re outside again!”

“So we are.” He smiled, nodding. She laughed as she shook her hands free, giving him a pout. “Did I make you mad?”

“No, but I really wanted to see all the scares in there! I could barely focus on anything with you tickling me so much!”

“Sorry.” He bowed his head apologetically, and her pout melted into a sweet grin as she squeezed his hands within her own. “We can go back if you want.”

“Ooo, eager to be scared again?” She teased, swinging their hands between them. “It’s fine, really. Some of those artworks- they were really creepy.” She shuddered, making him snort. “Besides, I got to see what a scared Akaza is like! That’s better than any attraction here!”

“Ha, ha.” He laughed dryly, getting another hug as she cackled. “If you liked that, you should see how Riku is when he’s scared.”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow, then looked around until she spotted said man in the distance. Whether he noticed they were there or not, Akaza couldn’t tell- but his back was to them. He seemed to be talking to Kuroba at the moment.

Byakuya looked back at Akaza with a mischievous little grin. With a finger to her lips, she scurried across the area until she was just behind the unsuspecting soldier. “BOO!” She shouted, grabbing his sides.

“GAH!” Riku shrieked, a true horror victim. Kuroba threw his head back with a howl, holding his belly in mirth. Akaza had to turn away to hide his growing smile, his laughter mixing with the others.

Oh, Karma was gonna get him good. For now, he was gonna relish it all.

“N-Nohohoho, stahhahap!” Red squirmed, hugging himself as he bent slightly at the knees. “Geheheht ohohohff! Ehahhhahaha!”

“R-Red?” Blue backed up, looking scared again. “Oh Arceus, is this one of those possession things? I should have brought holy water! A cross-”

“Gheahhahah! Bluhuhuhue, hehehelp!” Red pleaded, snapping him back to the present. When Blue looked closer, he finally saw the being floating behind him.

 It was a Haunter! A Haunter that latched itself to Red’s back, purple clawing playfully at his ribs and leaving him a giggly mess. “Oh. It’s a Pokemon. Whoo.” Blue swiped at his brow, relieved. “Good, we can handle that.”

“Dohohohoho sohoohhmething thehehehen!”

“Oh- right, right. Hang on!” A battle commenced, Blue sending out his Nidoran to assist. Eventually the Haunter was dislodged, leaving Red on his knees gasping for air. “There! Got you now!”

“Ehehe..ehehehe..tohohohok you long eheheough!” The other trainer gave him a short glare, ducking some with a snort when Blue tickled his neck. “Hehehey!”

“Don’t be a diva. Oh?” Blue blinked when he realized the Haunter was still there, floating before him suddenly. “Hello there.”

“Haunt!” The Pokemon cheered gleefully before giving Blue a huge lick from chin to forehead, like a massive dog. Then it faded out, its giddy laughter slowly disappearing with it. Blue stood there, momentarily paralyzed as he processed what just happened.

Beside him, Red looked just as shocked, a hand over his mouth to hide his growing grin. “Blue-”

“Say anything and I’ll kick your ass.” Blue shot him a withering look, the effect doing the exact opposite of what he wanted. “Come on- let’s go.”

“Pfft- kay.” Red followed after him. After a few beats of silence…“Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm-hm-hm-”

“RED!”

“Interesting..very interesting.” L mused, suddenly very close. When did he get here so fast? How did Light not notice? “So people with Type A blood are ticklish here.”

“What are you going on about? There’s no correlation between blood types and tickle spots!” Light argued, leaning back when L poked him again. “Gehhet! Get back, you fiend!”

“Fiend, am I? Are you saying I’m your enemy cause you’re secretly Kira?” There it is. L’s fingers descended upon him like a bird to its prey. Or perhaps in the position he was currently sitting in- a gargoyle. “Why else would you consider your coworker and ally as such?”

“Yoohohohu know dahahamn whihihihihiy! Gehahhaha, knohoohhck it ohohohoff! Knohohohck it ohohohoff, you ihihhinsoohohmiahahahtic ahahahhass!” Light wheezed, twisting and squirming as best he could given his limited movement. Everytime he thought he could get away, the bastard would pull the chain connecting them, dragging him back within tickle range! “Whohohohoho chahahhaain’s thehehemsehehehlves to thehehir friehehehnd juhuhust to tihiihcke theehheem?”

“Friend?” The word seemed to make L falter some in his tickle attack. Light took this chance to push himself away. “You consider me a friend?”

“Ehhh..ehehehe..eheheheh. S-Sure. I suppose I do.” Light’s face felt hot. He knew part of it wasn’t from the tickling. He tried to avoid those big black irises staring him down as he pulled himself up in his seat, rubbing his torso. “I guess you can say after spending endless nights with you, we’re closer than before.”

That sounded wrong. L didn’t seem to notice. “A friend..not a fiend.”

“No, you still are a fiend.” Light quickly added, earning a smile. “But like..I guess you can be both- why the hell were you tickling me?” He blurted, reflecting on what just happened. “And why did you want to know my blood type?”

“I’m doing research. There’s no scientific correlation connecting the two, but it’s been something that’s been on my mind recently.” L shrugged a shoulder, as if that answered anything. “Thank you for participating.”

“Participation? And what research would you be doing, exactly?” Why tickle spots? Would that mean people with his type of blood have a higher percentage of ticklish ribs? Did different types indicate different spot sensitivities? Genetics he heard could play a role in someone’s sensitivity, but blood type-

Oh god. He was catching L’s morning shenanigans. “Ugh, it’s spreading.”

“Hm?” L looked at him curiously as he stood up, tugging gently at the chain.

“Nothing. Come on- we need coffee. And cake.” He added at L’s scrunched brow, making it smooth out with the most hopeful expression.

Then he immediately gagged, sputtering and coughing. “Glitter! Too much gli-hiitter!” He wheezed, drinking more brew to wash it down. Kazuki and Miri shared a look as Rei finished the cup in one gulp, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You good?” He asked, then when Rei nodded- “How was it?”

“Sparkly. I think I just disco-coated my insides. It was..whoa-” Rei put down the mug, suddenly unsteady. Kazuki's concern shot up tenfold as he closed the distance, a hand on his roommate’s back. “I feel something coming over me..”

“Papa Rei?” Miri asked, standing in her seat. Rei made a gesture Kazuki couldn’t quite see, but she was sitting once more, a hand over her mouth.

“Sugar rush?” The hitman asked, his concern melting away with an eyeroll when he saw Miri starting to smile. Rei bent over, holding his head. “It’s not even booze, Rei.”

“I feel…I feel…whoooooa!” Rei shot up suddenly, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. “I can feel it coming on!”

“Rei.” Kazuki struggled not to laugh, forcing a frown as he folded his arms with a deadpan stare. Miri covered her mouth with two hands, giggling. “It’s soda.”

“No- the brew! The brew it’s…it’s turning me…” The assassin grabbed his chest, doing a small spin until he was facing Kazuki. He peeked up at the blonde through his bangs before muttering under his breath “...ster.”

“What?” Kazuki leaned forward, turning an ear to Rei. The assassin leaned real close and whispered, voice harrowing.

“I’ve become…a tickle monster!”

“REI-” Kazuki had no time to react, his shocked squeak turning into a fit of giggles when Rei grabbed his sides, squeezing them up and down rapidly. “Ahehahahahaha! Whahhat thehehee heheheck? Ihihihiiht’s lihihihihiteraahahlly juhuhust sohohohoda!”

“No way. I drank a brew made by a witch!” Rei teased, hugging Kazuki from behind as he carried on digging into all the tickle spots along his torso. “Or maybe it was an ogre? Yeah- a big stinky ogre with ruby red eyes and scaly skin!”

“Shuhuhuhuhsh! Eheahahahhaa, yohohohou’re sohohoohohoh mehahahahan!” Kazuki wheezed out, feeling both offended and tickled by the ridiculous comparison. At Miri’s squeals of delight, he turned to his potential savoir. “Mihiihihihiri, hehehehelp! Hehehehep Pahhahaapahaha Kahahahzuki!”

“Stay back, Miri, you’ll turn to stone if you smell his burps.” Rei called out to the little girl. “Help me defeat him instead!”

“Hehehe! Papa Rei, Papa Kazuki! You two are funny!” She laughed gleefully, clapping her hands. She looked at the empty cup, turning her bright eyes up to the men. “I want some too! I wanna be turned into a tickle monster!”

“You don’t need a brew to become one- come help me!” Kazuki, who had broken free at some point, quickly dived behind Rei and grabbed his arms, pulling them back. “Tickle his ribs, Miri! Don’t hold back!”

“Kazuki you son of a-ahehahhahahahha! Nohooho, Mihihihiri!” Rei yelped when Miri climbed over the counter, standing on it as she poked and prodded at Rei’s torso. “Dohohoohhn’t tihiihihckle mehehehehee!”

“Hehe, he’s so funny! Papa Kazuki, I wanna become the scariest tickle monster of all!”

“Ooo, that sounds fun! I’ll make you your own special witch’s brew later. For now, help me make Rei squeal like a pig!” He boldly dug into his armpit, making Rei do just that. Together, they brought Rei to the floor, unyielding in their tickle antics.

The witches brew would turn out to be quite the success! Maybe just without all the glitter.