#i wonder if he's sensitive... er i mean ticklish!

[bluejayblueskies]

Hello! I love your writing, the hand holding over the table was so much feelings <3 can I prompt 29. tickling the other one? No pressure :-)

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thank you for your patience with this anon! i offer you some scottish safehouse jonmartin fluff <3

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It starts when Martin wraps his arms around Jon’s midsection while Jon is cooking, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of Jon’s sides, and Jon flinches so hard he drops the wooden spoon in the pot of red sauce.

“Oh, shit. S-sorry,” Martin says. He pulls his hands back quickly, but they touch Jon’s sides again as he retracts them. Jon can’t help the high, reedy sound that escapes him, and he feels his cheeks grow warm.

“It’s—fine.” Jon fishes the spoon out of the pot, wrinkling his nose at it before depositing it unceremoniously in the sink. “Just, um.” He debates the pros and cons of being honest before mumbling, “I’m rather … ticklish.”

“Oh.” Martin’s forehead creases, like he can’t quite decide what he’s supposed to do with that information. “On your sides?”

“Y-yes. And, um.” Jon looks down at the ground, then at a random point over Martin’s shoulder. “A-and … everywhere?”

Martin raises an eyebrow. “Everywhere?” he echoes.

“Well.” Jon frowns. “N-not everywhere, I suppose. My nose is, er, relatively safe, a-and my fingers.” He taps his fingers on his thighs a few times. “I just … have really sensitive skin. A-and I don’t…”

He trails off. It feels too vulnerable, suddenly, to say that he’s really not touched often by gentle hands, so every feather-light brush of skin against his is like a shock to his system. “I don’t usually have to worry about it,” he says instead, which seems vague enough. He thinks Martin understands what he’s really saying, though, because a moment later, a hand is on his (touching, Jon notes, only the fingers) and a kiss is pressed gently to the tip of his nose.

“Well,” Martin says softly. “I can be more careful from now on if you’d like.”

Jon flushes. “Ah. It’s not…” He worries his bottom lip between his teeth, then settles for candor over subtlety. “It’s not a bad feeling.”

“Oh?”

Jon’s flush deepens, and he squeezes his eyes shut. “I … I like it when you touch me. A-and I don’t … want you to stop.”

Martin sounds amused—and slightly flustered—when he says, “I can touch you without tickling you, Jon.”

“I know,” Jon says, a bit petulantly. He takes a breath. “But I … I want you to.”

Martin lets out a small huff of laughter. “You want me to tickle you? Just … whenever?”

“If you don’t want to,” Jon says sullenly, “we don’t have to do it.”

“No, I—I do want to, I just…” Martin squeezes Jon’s hand once. “I want to make sure that I’m understanding you correctly.” Then, he brushes a finger gently along the inside of Jon’s wrist, and a small shudder runs through Jon’s body.

“Yes, that’s…” Jon trails off and simply nods. He hesitates, then reaches forward and takes Martin’s other hand in his so they’re clasped together, palm to palm. “I … I trust you, Martin. I—I know that you’d stop, if I asked, and … it’s nice. To be vulnerable like this.” Jon pinches his lips together for a moment. “Does—does that make any sense at all?”

“Yeah,” Martin says gently. “It does.” Then, quieter: “Thank you, Jon.”

Jon nods. The back of his throat is tight with unnamed emotions, and he swallows a few times in an attempt to clear them away. “A-and besides, I … I think this could be fun.”

Martin’s smile is gently teasing. “Fun? In this cottage? Surely not.”

“Ha ha.”

Martin’s smile widens, and he presses another quick kiss to Jon’s nose. “Okay, then. Let’s do it.” He rocks back and forth on his heels a few times, as if considering, before adding, “And you can try to tickle me back if you’d like.”

Jon raises an eyebrow. “Try to?”

Martin’s smile turns devious at the edges, and he doesn’t clarify. Instead, he squeezes Jon’s hands once more before releasing them. “This’ll be fun! I’m going to go start the laundry—let me know if you need any help with dinner?”

“Yes, of course.”

Jon watches Martin depart from the kitchen with a frown before returning to the pot and retrieving a new spoon from the drawer.

Try to? What did he mean by that?

Jon finds his answer a few days later when he casually brushes his fingers against Martin’s sides, just above his waist, and Martin doesn’t even twitch. A light touch to the soles of his feet elicits the same response, and a kiss on his neck results in only a smile and a kiss in return.

Martin is apparently, frustratingly, not ticklish.

This, naturally, escalates the game to outlandish proportions.

Jon will admit—albeit with some reluctance—that he is, in fact, a very competitive person. Board game nights and trivia always took on much higher stakes than strictly necessary, his research always had to be more thorough and comprehensive than that of his coworkers in the research department, and he felt a thrill of satisfaction every time he figured out the answer to a problem before anyone else. He just … doesn’t like to lose.

And Jon is currently losing against Martin. Quite badly, in fact. It only takes a few days of indignity and injustice for Jon to decide that enough is enough, and he is going to find Martin’s weakness and finally get ahead.

Every light kiss is accompanied by Jon’s fingers brushing against Martin’s stomach or sides. Every time Jon curls around Martin in bed, he’s sure to let his breath tickle the back of Martin’s neck and to trail his fingers up Martin’s spine. And every time Martin stubbornly refuses to react to Jon’s touch, Jon tries a new tactic, because something has to work. Martin can’t just be … immune. That would be cosmically unfair.

Because Martin takes every opportunity to tickle Jon in return. And the number of times that Jon has shrieked and dissolved into helpless giggles when Martin finds another spot on him that is, apparently, very ticklish is getting to be truly embarrassing.

Not that Jon is … complaining, necessarily. He likes the game—likes being touched by Martin in ways that continue to surprise him, without any expectation of something more. Martin stays clear of areas that make Jon uncomfortable, takes his hands away the moment Jon tells him to stop (usually in a fit of breathless giggles), and always entertains Jon’s attempts to tickle him in return, fruitless as they may be. He would just like it more if he weren’t losing quite so badly at it.

Not that he thinks Martin minds, judging by the fond smile that seems to be permanently etched onto his face lately. That same smile turns teasing, and a little bit smug, every time Jon fails to elicit the same breathless giggles out of Martin. Jon wishes the sight didn’t inspire such affection within him because he wants to be irritated by it.

His scowl never has any heat behind it.

A few days later, Jon finds himself ignoring the documentary they’ve put on the television in favor of skimming his fingers up and down Martin’s outer thigh. When Martin doesn’t move an inch, he grows bolder, then bolder still, until he finds himself on Martin’s lap, hands pressed firmly against his chest and lips trailing kisses down his jaw. He places a kiss on a spot that he knows is particularly ticklish on him, and when Martin still remains impassive, a noise of frustration escapes his throat.

Martin makes an amused sound. “Sorry,” he says in a distinctly unapologetic tone of voice. “I can see that you’re trying very hard.”

He sounds a bit breathless, Jon thinks with a hint of pride, even as he recognizes that that’s probably less a product of the tickling than it is of the fact that Jon is currently straddling him and kissing him quite thoroughly. Which is just ridiculous, in Jon’s opinion. Everyone is ticklish on their neck. It’s just human nature.

“I am,” Jon says primly, lips brushing against the underside of Martin’s jaw. Martin doesn’t so much as flinch. Bastard. “It’s rather rude that my efforts are going unappreciated.”

“Oh, I’m appreciating them. Very much. Feel free to continue, please.”

Jon pulls back and affixes Martin with the driest look he can muster. “I see you’re not sympathetic to my cause.”

Martin’s mouth falls into that same frustratingly smug smile. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” His hands, resting on Jon’s waist, skim upward suddenly and send a violent shudder through Jon’s body.

“This,” Jon says breathlessly, “is unfair. Cruel and unusual punishment. Torture of the highest order.”

“So you’re giving up, then?” Martin says sweetly. He punctuates his words with a quick pinch just above Jon’s waist that has him squeaking.

Jon scowls and pinches Martin’s waist in return, to no avail. “Don’t be absurd.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Martin shrugs. “All right.” Then, he lifts Jon from his lap like he’s made of papier-mâché, settles him back down on the couch next to him, and proceeds to attack his sides and stomach and arms until Jon is wriggling and tears are budding at the corners of his eyes and his stomach is sore from laughing.

It's wonderful.

(And maybe Jon’s just a little bit afraid that, if he finally finds a way to make Martin jump beneath his fingers, the game will end and Martin will cease trying to find new and wonderful ways to touch him gently, to handle him like he’s something tender, to take him apart and hold him close in the same breath.

Not afraid enough to stop trying to find Martin’s weak spot. But the thought is there all the same.)

In the end, none of Jon’s agonizing and strategizing and consideration of variables makes much of a difference. Because when he finally manages to tickle Martin, it happens quite by accident.

They’ve been in the safehouse for nearly a month now, and the tickling has become part of the daily routine. Jon thinks, therefore, that he should have come to expect it by now, but Martin never quite does the same thing day-to-day. Sometimes, his hands on Jon’s waist in the morning as Jon cooks breakfast are firm and comforting, eliciting nothing from Jon but a pleased little hum and a soft good morning. Other times, his fingers drum a light staccato rhythm against the small rolls of fat that have begun to accumulate on Jon’s hips, and Jon wriggles, making Martin laugh and insist that I’m hardly even doing anything, Jon.

Jon had never really considered touch as something that could contain so much love and affection within it. He’s never been more glad to be proven wrong.

The morning it happens is quiet and cloudy. The sunlight through the window is tinged with gray, bringing with it a cold that cuts through the downy duvet they have. Jon rolls over in bed with a groan. He presses himself firmly against Martin’s back, draping one arm across Martin’s chest and shifting so his legs are flush with Martin’s in an effort to combine their body heat and stave off the chill. His foot, socked and a good deal colder than the rest of his body, brushes against the back of Martin’s knee.

Martin twitches, his leg jerking away from Jon’s involuntarily. With sleep still clinging tightly to him, it takes Jon a moment to realize what’s happened and a few moments more to identify what, exactly, he had done to warrant the reaction.

Experimentally, he shifts and touches his foot to the back of Martin’s knee again, feather-light and fleeting. And when Martin makes a small sound in the back of his throat, froggy with sleep, and twitches away again, Jon grins. He buries his face in the back of Martin’s neck to hide it. Then—because he’s a bit giddy and just can’t help himself—he rests his foot against the back of Martin’s knee and wiggles his toes.

Martin’s leg curls up against his chest, effectively locking away his figurative Achille’s heel, and he mumbles something incoherent in his sleep that sounds equal parts groggy and irritated.

Jon’s smile turns soft, and he presses a kiss to Martin’s shoulder before wrapping his arms securely around him. The warmth radiating from Martin is enough to lull him back to sleep—but not before he tucks this new, incredibly valuable piece of information away in the back of his mind for safekeeping.

Jon has, in his memory, never been described as a particularly patient person. He always skips the boring parts of books and movies, preferring something that can actually capture his attention and hold it firm. He used to send daily emails to colleagues until they sent him the research or information or supplies he needed. He never lets soups simmer as long as the recipes tell him to, and he firmly believes that it’s all right to set the oven temperature higher than recommended in order to cut down the cooking or baking time required.

Therefore, he thinks it’s rather impressive that he manages to avoid showing his hand until a full day later, when he walks into the kitchen in the morning to see Martin standing by the counter, his back to him as he fiddles with the teabags and mugs. The weather is still brisk, but there’s a fire going in the fireplace that makes the temperature in the safehouse tolerable. As such, Martin is clad in a (rather adorable) mixture of bright purple fuzzy socks, a thick woolen jumper, and boxer shorts with little dachshunds on them.

And, well. His knees are right there.

It has a certain kind of symmetry to it—Jon wrapping his arms around Martin’s waist, earning himself a hum and a gentle good morning, and nuzzling into the space between Martin’s shoulder blades. He stays there for a moment, relaxing into the warmth and softness of the jumper, before slowly and deliberately lifting his foot and brushing it against the back of Martin’s left knee. Except, instead of dropping a wooden spoon into a pot of red sauce, Martin startles so badly that the mug slips from his hand, shattering rather spectacularly on the floor beside them.

Jon freezes, staring down at the puddle of half-steeped tea as it slowly creeps toward his feet. “… Ah.”

Martin mutters a curse under his breath and extracts himself from Jon’s now-loose embrace, bending down to begin picking up the largest of the shards. Jon stands there for a moment, feeling a strange mix of sheepishness and pride bloom in his chest, before going to retrieve the broom.

The mess is gone in a matter of minutes. Martin throws the last shard into the bin, dusts his hands off to ensure that they’re free of ceramic, then turns to face Jon with a sigh that straddles the border between exasperated and affectionate. “While I was holding tea?” he says, clearly trying to fight back a smile.

“I didn’t know you’d drop it!” Jon says defensively, gesturing widely with the broom he’s still holding.

“Well—I didn’t mean to. You just … caught me off guard.”

Jon can’t help the smile that spreads across his face at that. “Did I? How terribly rude of me.”

“Yes, yes, congratulations. You’ve found my weakness.” Martin’s smile is dripping with fondness. “I’m still winning, you know.”

“For now.” Jon adjusts his grip on the broom, the plastic bristles at the perfect height for his purposes.

“There’s not a chance that—hey!”

Martin backs up against the counter as Jon lunges forward with the broom, trying to angle it so it reaches behind Martin’s legs. It’s deceptively difficult. Martin gives Jon a comically exaggerated look of betrayal. “I expose my weaknesses to you, and this is what I get. Treachery and deceit.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

Jon adjusts his grip on the broom, but before he can make another move, Martin leans forward and presses a quick, lingering kiss to his lips. Jon makes a noise of surprise, then one of contentment. He finds his eyes fluttering shut despite himself, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders, and he thinks he’d rather like to keep kissing Martin for the rest of the morning, and perhaps the early afternoon as well.

Which is why it’s rather unfair that when Martin pulls away, Jon opens his eyes to find that Martin’s sidestepped him and Jon has lost all tactical advantage.

“That’s cheating!” Jon says indignantly.

“That’s taking advantage of all the resources at my disposal,” Martin counters. It’s infuriating, and Jon loves him so very, very much.

What commences after that is a rather short, altogether too lively game of cat and mouse that mostly involves Jon running after Martin with a broom and Martin somehow managing to stay frustratingly out of reach. Martin’s laughter is lighter and more joyful than Jon thinks he’s ever heard it before, and Jon feels a childlike happiness blossoming in his chest as he nearly trips over the corner of a rug and just manages to catch himself on the back of the couch. Therefore, he can’t bring himself to feel too disappointed when Martin somehow manages to extract the broom from his hands and corner him on the couch. His fingers find the sensitive spots on Jon’s body as Jon giggles breathlessly and swats half-heartedly at Martin’s hands.

“All right, all right,” he manages to say between laughs. “You’ve made your point. I give up.”

Martin stills his hands, letting them rest gently on Jon’s shoulders with his thumbs brushing against Jon’s collarbones. He’s hovering over Jon, knees bracketing Jon’s thighs as the arm of the couch digs into the middle of Jon’s back. It’s a position that makes Jon feel small and enclosed, but also warm and happy and safe, because … it’s Martin. Martin, who only touches Jon as much as he wants him to and stops the moment it becomes too much. Martin, who apologized profusely the first time he accidentally rolled on top of Jon at night but who, upon Jon’s insistence that it was actually quite nice, has now taken to acting like Jon’s own very warm and very lovely weighted blanket. Martin, who looks at a body that has seen so many unkind hands and unspeakable horrors and presses kisses to the scars that lie upon it and reminds Jon with every touch what it is like to feel comfortable in his own skin.

“I love you,” Jon whispers, because he feels it so acutely in this moment that he thinks he might burst.

“I love you too,” Martin murmurs, rubbing his thumbs in careful circles on Jon’s collarbones so as to soothe rather than to tickle. The care behind that touch—the difference in intent from just a few moments prior—probably shouldn’t make Jon’s chest tighten and his stomach grow hollow and fluttering, but it does.

Martin presses a kiss to Jon’s forehead, soft and lingering and gentle, before pulling back and saying, “Tea?”

Jon can’t help leaning in to give Martin a chaste kiss on the nose, then another one quickly on the lips. The small noise that Martin makes with each touch is something that Jon boxes away and treasures forever. “Yes,” he says with a quiet smile. “That would be lovely.”

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[ragewerthers]

Promises

Summary:  After a tough day of training some promises of dinner are made... though Victor's own promises may result in some unexpected consequences.

A/n:  This was a fic written for a submission from a lovely anon on tumblr! They asked:

"Hello, could I request 11. “You know I love ____ the most. You come in second place.” and in the space Katsudon with Victuuri, please? Thank you!"

I hope that you enjoy it my friend! 

You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22377382

Enjoy! :D

Word Count: 1545

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To say that it had been a long day at the training rink would be an understatement.  Victor could actually still feel it deep in his legs even well into the evening, so he knew that Yuuri had to be feeling it as well.  The Japanese skater was still getting used to having Yakov as a coach now that Victor had returned to the circuit, and that meant he was starting to learn just how intense training could be.  Glancing down from his spot on the sofa, Victor couldn’t stop a soft smile from spreading over his face. 

After practice he and Yuuri had gone back to their apartment, plans of making dinner and watching a movie quickly dashed as they both had all but collapsed on the sofa and hadn’t moved since.  Victor had been the first to fall, followed by his sweetheart who had cuddled up to his chest soon after.  It was a testament to just how tired the younger skater was that he hadn’t nervously asked before settling on him, not that Victor would ever deny him anything of the sort.

The smaller skater had all but crawled onto Victor and settled against his chest with a little sigh.  Now, both of them were laid out on the small sofa, Yuuri’s head resting just under Victors chin and his arms carefully tucked under his back as Victor soothed his hands along Yuuri’s spine.  They had been laying here for about twenty minutes and he knew that if he didn’t get them moving then they literally were going to get nothing done this evening.

“Yuuri,” Victor murmured softly, pressing a few gentle kisses to his hair and feeling the dark-haired skater stir slightly against him.  “Come on, Yuuri… we have to get up.  We need to get something to eat.  You promised me dinner, remember?”  His lips began to curl into a playful grin as he thought about their tired ramblings in the cab back to their apartment.  Yuuri promising to make Victor the best dinner in the whole world if he promised to carry him up the steps to their home.  This meant a wonderful home cooked meal of Katuson and Yuuri usually tried to persuade him with these offers.

Victor had chuckled and found it adorable that his poor, exhausted fiance had forgotten that they did have an elevator in the building, however… he was more than happy to agree.  They did end up using the elevator, but Victor, not one to break a promise, did scoop Yuuri up at the last minute and carry him down the hall to their front door.

“You promised to… carry me,” Yuuri mumbled around a little yawn.  “You carried me down the hall only.  Do promises mean nothing to the great Victor Nikiforov?”

Victor could hear the tired, yet teasing tone of his darling and had to bite back a chuckle.  Instead he gasped and hugged Yuuri tighter.  “What?!  Are you saying that I’m a promise breaker?!”

That got a little chuckle out of the Japanese skater who turned his head slightly to look up at his partner.  “No.  I’m saying that I thought your love for me was stronger than that.  I didn’t know I had to promise Katsudon for dinner to get you to do chivalrous things for me.”

“You know I love Katsudon the most.  You come in second place,” Victor teased, pressing a few soft kisses to Yuuri’s brow to soften the words.  “My allegiance will always be to Katsud-ehehehen!  No!  No, Yuur-hihihi!”

To be fair, he knew he shouldn’t have poked as much as he did.  But it was always funny to rile up the generally more quiet skater.  Now, he was slightly regretting that as he felt the man’s fingers wriggling against his lower sides, having slipped out from under his back.  His own arms unwrapped slightly from Yuuri as he tried to tuck them against his side to fight the horrible feeling, giggles still bubbling from his lips.

“What was that, Victor?  You would choose Katsudon over me?” Yuuri asked, quirking an eyebrow as he glanced up at his giggling darling and sneaking his fingers under his shirt to scribble at the mans lower ribs.

“Y-Yuuri!  Dohohon’t!  Gah!  Stahahap ihihit!” Victor squeaked, his hands instantly moving away from Yuuri to push at his wrists.  This only seemed to make Yuuri wake up more, the Japanese skater’s smile growing as he moved to sit up, straddling his darling’s hips as he let his fingers move to attack the Russian mans tum.

“Y-YUURIHIHI-HAHAHA!” Victor cackled, back arching off the sofa as his legs kicked behind Yuuri as he felt the spidering fingers tickling right against the sides of his stomach, a horrible weak spot of his.

“Where’s your precious Katsudon now?  Is it here to save you from your punishment of broken promises?” Yuuri teased, giggling himself as he watched the normally composed man breaking down into the most adorable laughing fit.  When his fingers would get closer to the center of his belly, Victors laugh would reach a higher pitch and little hiccups would sneak out making Yuuri smile more.  “Do you regret picking me second?”

“Nohoho-ahahaha gahahahahad!!” Victor shrieked when Yuuri’s fingers snuck down to drill into his hips.  He tried shimmying as best as he could to dislodge those evil fingers but all it seemed to do was make Yuuri tickle faster, driving Victor crazy as the ticklish feeling zipped through his body.

“What?!  You don’t regret it?!” Yuuri gasped, knowing full well his shout had been more from the tickling then an actual answer… though that wasn’t going to stop him.

Victor was going wild with laughter, trying once more to dislodge his darling as he released his hands and pushed at his chest.  Sadly that was his worst mistake yet.  As he pushed at Yuuri’s chest he left himself far too open and Yuuri took his chance.

Before Victor knew it, he felt fingers scribbling right into the ticklish hollows of his underarms… and he went wild.

“NAHAHAT THEHE-ERE!  PLEHAAHAHA!  PLEHEHEASE!  E-ETO SHCHEKOCHEHET!” Victor babbled, slipping into Russian as the tickling to his absolute death spot turned his brain to mush.  His arms were clamped to his sides, but it did nothing to stop his evil fiance from continuing his torment.  Yuuri knew just how to wriggle his fingers into such a sensitive spot to have him absolutely writhing under his touch, head thrown back in hysterical laughter.

“What?  It tickles?  I had no idea!” Yuuri teased, swirling his fingertips right into the center of Victors underarms and earning him the most hilarious sounding squeal of laughter he never thought he’d tire of.  “Tell me I’m number one!  That you’d pick me over Katsudon!”

Victor could only nod, his face flushed red as tears of mirth clung to his eyelashes.  “I CHAHAHHA-.... YOU!  YOUYOU YOUHOHOHOHO!  MERCHEHEHEY!!!” he begged, trying his best to answer before his laughter went silent, but it was difficult when your fiance was a menace and refused to give you a break.

Luckily, it was only a few more seconds before he felt the tickling stop, soft kisses being peppered across his flushed face leaving him panting and giggling.

“Thank you, Victor.  I knew you loved me most,” Yuuri murmured fondly, Victor slowly blinking open his eyes to see the way Yuuri was looking at him.  The Japanese figure skaters hair was still slightly mussed from his earlier nap, his glasses askew from where he had been laying mixed in with trying to keep Victor from breaking free.  And honestly… there was no doubt in his mind that he definitely loved this man far more than any bowl of Katsudon.

“Victor?  Victor why are you looking at me like that?” Yuuri asked softly, soothing his fingers through the silver hair he adored and rubbing the mans chest to try and help continue to calm him down.

“Just… remembering how… lucky I am,” he said still a bit breathlessly, bringing a hand up to cup his lovers cheek.

He watched as Yuuri flushed at the soft comment, smiling more when he nuzzled against his palm.

“If you want… I can go and make you that dinner, Victor.  I really don’t mind,” Yuuri promised softly, turning his head to press a little kiss to his palm.

Victor couldn’t stop a soft chuckle at that and shook his head.  “No.  Why don’t we order in?  I think we both deserve to be lazy this evening.  Sound good?” he murmured, watching as Yuuri’s smile grew and he nodded.  “Good.  Then what would you like, Yuuri?”

He watched the way Yuuri’s nose crinkled in thought, biting his lower lip to keep from chuckling at the rather adorable sight.

“Pelmeni dumplings sound good?” he offered and Victor nodded.

“You do love them, don’t you?” Victor murmured softly, soon finding a pair of warm, soft lips capturing his own.

“I do… though you will always come first, Victor,” Yuuri murmured softly, his smile warm and gentle as he nudged his nose against his partners.

Victor felt warmth bloom in his chest as he quickly wrapped his arms around his fiance, pressing another soft kiss to his lips.

“You will always come first for me too, Yuuri.  Always.”

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[valkyrieofthehighfae]

Chapter 8

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By the time I got to Teller-Morrow, I was a little calmer, but my hands still shook a bit and I’d made sure to keep an eye out just in case she had me tailed. Juice met up with me in the parking lot, hurrying me back to the clubhouse so we could sit down and talk.

“What happened?”

“She dropped in and started asking me about my personal life, brought up my scars, mentioned how it was interesting that she couldn’t find any info on me at all, then asked if I knew about any illegal activities you or the rest of the club were up to.”

“What’d you tell her?” He was staring intensely at me, lips pressed into a thin line while his brow furrowed a little.

“The truth: as far as I knew, you and the others are just mechanics and motorcycle enthusiasts.” It was true; Juice hadn’t mentioned anything he did for the club and didn’t mention anything beyond anything relevant like helping Gemma with fundraisers or stuff like that. If they were doing illegal shit, I didn’t know and I didn’t want to know. “We keep that shit separated from home. Unless it somehow involves me directly, like my life is in danger or your life is in danger or something, I don’t want to know. I’m perfectly fine being kept in the dark.” I rubbed my face with my hands, tired as all hell.

“You should get a room at Ivy’s hotel. I want you somewhere protected from Stahl. If that bitch harrasses you again, she’s not gonna like what’s gonna happen to her.” Juice growled, his fierceness endearing if not a touch scary.

“I’ll be fine at home, I’m not going into hiding.” I protested, getting up to follow him over to the bar, resting a hand on his shoulder. “She thinks she can intimidate me into talking about shit that I don’t know about. She’s bluffing and I’m not scared of her.” I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his back with a soft sigh.

“Humor me, please? Just for now, it’s not forever. I just want to make sure that you’re safe and protected. It’s bad enough that that Ares fuck was trying to get Rusalka to turn on you, I don’t need Stahl hauling you in for something stupid.”

“Fine, but only because I don’t want you to worry. I’ll go home and get my stuff packed up.” I relented. I didn’t want to stay at the hotel, but if it gave him peace of mind, then I’d suck it up and do it. “I’m doing this on one condition though: you come with me. We can treat it like a vacation or something.” If I had to hide out, then he was coming with me.

“Yeah, alright, that’s fair. Let me let Clay know what’s goin’ on and then we’ll go pack our shit up and head over to Ivy’s.”

“I have to get over there now, we’re supposed to be having a meeting on what to do about Ares lurking around and what to do about Helena trying to take control of the Faelands. We’ll pack later after I deal with all of this mess,” I popped up to my feet, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“Now? C’mon babe, wait just a minute, you just got here.” Juice caught my hand in his, pulling me down into his lap with a playful grin.

“Juan Carlos Ortiz, I have to go! I’m going to be late and I am never late for anything!” I giggled as he pressed soft kisses along my jaw and neck, squirming in his grasp when he reached a sensitive spot on my neck. “Stop it, that tickles!” I was full on laughing now, trying to move so he couldn’t access my ticklish spot, wiggling in his grasp to try and get free.

“I dunno babe, it’s kinda cute seeing you like this,” He teased me, but quit trying to tickle me all the same. “Go on, I’ll meet you over at Ivy’s later.”

“See you in a while love.” I was breathless from laughing so hard, tendrils of silvery hair that had come free of my braid falling into my face when I leaned in to kiss him. I could feel his hand come up to cup my face, rough fingers stroking over my cheekbone tenderly as he returned the kiss, resting his forehead against mine when we came up for air.

“Be safe, okay? Don’t let Stahl get a rise out of you.”

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I could tell someone was tailing me towards Ivy’s, the creepy black van not exactly blending in well with the rest of the cars going by as I walked to the hotel. I wasn’t willing to risk exposing our people so I found myself ducking into an alleyway when a large truck blocked the van’s view, taking a back way to the hotel to avoid any problems. This bitch was absolutely relentless in trying to get information, and while I found her tenacity somewhat admirable, I was getting highly agitated that she was focusing that tenacity on us. Whatever her hard on for Juice and the others was, it was quickly becoming a thorn in my side. I already had enough on my plate without this being added to it.

I don’t know what the hell Juice is involved in, but damn if it isn’t a lot of trouble. I peered out around a corner, looking both ways to make sure I’d lost my tail, and went into the hotel quickly, breathing a silent sigh of relief as I leaned back against the doors.

“Hey, you must be Danica. The boss is out at the pool with Ashlyn, they’re waiting on the other two to get here.” A young gargoyle greeted me from the front desk, a grin lighting up his face as he jerked a clawed thumb back towards the twin frosted glass doors to the left of the desk.

“Awesome, thanks!” I raised a hand in a slight wave, striding towards the doors and heading out to the really fancy looking pool where Ivy and Ashlyn were talking quietly. “We have a problem. A big one.” I kicked my shoes off, setting them off to the side so I could dip my feet into the pool, pleased by the comfortable temperature of the water.

“What’s going on? Is it Keres? Did she betray us already?” Ashlyn was frowning, worried at the thought of having to potentially deal with Keres turning us into her mother.

“No, no I don’t think so. This is about that ATF agent, June Stahl. Y’know how she’s been poking around trying to find some sort of dirt on the guys and the rest of the club? Well now she’s looking into us. Er… okay, maybe not you Ashlyn since I don’t think anyone’s seen you and your soulmate together out in public before. It’s Happy right?” I glanced her way, trying to recall her soulmate’s name. I’d only ever heard his name a couple of times from Juice, but hadn’t met him yet.

“We haven’t really known each other long. It’s only been a couple weeks. And even then, we’re not together in public. I don’t think they’d have any proof of me even existing.” Ashlyn nodded, biting her lip. She was clearly thinking about this fairly hard, her brow creasing slightly and a frown was tugging at her lips.

“She came by Juice’s place this morning asking a bunch of questions. And she’s been actively trying to dig into who we are, like doing actual background checks.” I glanced over to Ivy since she had been seen with Kip, the prospect. “Of course now she’s even more suspicious because we don’t have anything: no ID, no birth certificates, not one thing. I’m worried we’re going to have our world exposed to the human world.” And now we reached the crux of the situation: our potential exposure to the human world beyond what we’ve already dealt with. It was one thing to show our true selves to our mates, it was an entirely different matter for our world to be exposed to all of humanity.

“Fuck. No wonder Kip’s been asking me to stay here. He’s been acting strange lately and I couldn’t figure it out, but this explains so much.” Ivy’s eyes went wide with the realization of why Kip had been so overprotective lately. It had explained why Juice had been so much more protective lately than usual, too.

“What do we do? How do we handle this? We can’t risk our world being brought into light, the humans would panic. We got lucky that our soulmates didn’t freak out about us.” Ashlyn was wringing her hands together as she spoke, the same anxiousness she displayed welling up in the pit of my stomach. Humans didn’t even like different humans, if they knew about us? It would be chaos waiting to happen. Oh sure, some would be into the idea of Fae existing, but others would call us monsters, want us wiped off the planet, and it would be a war they wouldn’t win.

“Oh, no, Chibs totally freaked out. He waited until he was out of earshot of Rusalka, but he definitely freaked. He’s from Scotland and lived in Ireland, the stories they have about us? I mean, okay, not totally wrong, but definitely not one hundred percent accurate either.” I grinned, hoping to ease some tension by joking around with Chibs’ reaction according to Juice. “But you’re right, Ashlyn. I’m not sure we’d receive a warm welcome by the people here, especially if they knew about the Blood Court and the Court of Bones.” We traded knowing looks, Ivy agreeing softly with me about those two abominations. Despite what Nyx had said, I still didn’t like or trust Keres. Something just seemed off about this whole thing with her and I didn’t trust it one bit.

“Ivy, I’m gonna need to get a room. Juice wants me hidden away here just in case Stahl tries to pull some shady shit. We need to lay low until all of this blows over.” I continued on, thanking her when she nodded in agreeance.

“Shit. Here we go.” Ashlyn murmured, her gaze trained on something over my shoulder. Turning, I saw Keres and Rusalka walking our way, the two of them looking less than thrilled. They were talking quietly amongst themselves, but I could tell whatever they were talking about had them as agitated, if not more, than I was.

“Have you guys been questioned by this ATF agent yet?” Keres growled, her crimson eyes blazing with rage. Oh she’d definitely had a run in with Stahl then and it clearly went about as well as my own encounter with her had.

“Yup. Just had an encounter with her this morning. I take it by that shining attitude of yours, you met her too.” I moved over so she could sit down as well and so I could put some space between the Blood Fae and myself. I didn’t want to be this close to her; I was still skeptical of her intentions and didn’t want to be tainted by her evil.

“She reminds me of my mother. Do you have any idea how unsettling that is to see in a human?” Keres shuddered at the mention of her mother, making a face. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her exaggerated reaction to the comparison between the two women, scoffing slightly. Who did she think she was fooling?

“Oh? You mean that’s not comforting to you?” I shot back, snorting derisively, sneering at the Blood Fae in disgust.

“No. It’s not. Are we gonna have a problem? If you’ve got something to say to me, I suggest you do it.” Keres snapped back with a vicious snarl on the tail end of her words. I could see Ivy back up quickly out of the corner of my eyes as we got to our feet. I was ready to throw down with Keres, wanting a little blood for the blood her people spilled. Keres had squared up as well, fists raised in preparation to swing.

“I’ve got a lot to say actually. What sort of game are you playin’ at here, Blood Court? Your kind doesn’t just turn traitor at the drop of a hat, so what’s the deal? Did mommy make you angry so you decided to run off in a tantrum?” I hissed out, taking up a fighting stance as well, watching her with deadly intent. Keres swore, cocking her arm back, and struck me in the jaw with her clenched fist, the taste of blood filling my mouth as my inner cheek and lip split wide open. I spat blood, watching the silvery gold liquid spatter across the concrete near the pool, and tackled Keres to the ground. We scrabbled for purchase, talons digging into exposed skin, Ivy screaming while Rusalka laughed her ass off.

“I can’t see what’s happening, but it sounds hilarious!” She cackled like a mad woman from where she perched herself on one of the lounge chairs. I ignored the Bone Fae, more focused on raking my talons across Keres’ face.

“I’m not playing at anything! I didn’t agree with the choice that was made to attack your people! Hell I even sent my friend Kiril to try and save your people!” Keres bellowed in my ear, grabbing onto my arm and yanking hard to pull it away from her neck. I snarled viciously in response and bit into her shoulder, digging my fangs in deeply, the sour taste of her blood mingling with mine, but I refused to let up. Fingers gripped my hair, yanking back hard to dislodge me, a foot making impact with my gut. The force of the kick had me flying back into some of the furniture and Keres was on me in an instant, her fists connecting with my face, chest, and gut.

“Hey! Break it up!” A masculine voice broke through our screeching and snarls.

“Shit!” Juice’s voice cut through the blood haze as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me away from Keres, holding tightly to my waist as I struggled in his grasp, hissing at Keres who had been hauled back by a very tall, lumberjack looking man who must have been her mate.

“What is going on?” Nyx had pushed her way through the others, disbelief written all over her face as she looked between the two of us, covered in blood and a right mess.

“She started it.” Keres ground out, spitting black blood from where I managed to clock her in the mouth. Nyx was frowning deeply, her brow furrowing in frustration and let out an exasperated snarl.

“You have got to be kidding me. What did we talk about already, Danica? Keres is on our side!”

“I don’t buy it! Watch, this is all just for show. Now that we’re all here, she’s going to find a way to bring in her assassins and deal with us right here and now.” I spat, gripping onto Juice’s arms tightly. He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of my neck, one hand moving carefully to rub my back gently, whispering sweet words to try and calm me down.

“Easy babe, c’mon take it down a notch. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He murmured softly, kissing along my ear tenderly.

“We have bigger problems right now! Settle your issues later, today isn’t the day for this. And Natalya, egging them on certainly doesn’t help. Ashlyn’s the only one here who hasn’t been interrogated by Agent Stahl since she and Happy haven’t been seen together in public. The rest of us are in big trouble if she keeps pursuing this, our people could be dragged into the light, shown that we’re not just stories, myths, made up monsters to keep children in line.” Nyx barked, her usual cool demeanor cracking slightly to reveal a fiery anger brewing just under the surface. It was eerie to see her look so calm and yet so furious all at once, her sharp features seeming sharper than normal as she glared at Keres and I.

“Fine, okay, whatever.” I grumbled, pushing away from Juice to walk off a few feet away, hissing softly as he immediately came after me, inspecting the damage to my face.

“She got you good, babe. That lip of yours doesn’t look good.” He very carefully ran his thumb over my swollen lip, absently licking the blood off as he studied me with a slight frown.

“You want to beat each other senseless? Fine, you’ll have your time. Right now though, I need you two to act like the royalty that you are and not some common Fae fighting for scraps. The only way we are going to survive all of this is by working together. Something big is coming and if we don’t get ahead of whatever it is, we are all going to be pulled under and crushed.” Nyx was still berating us, and I found I couldn’t meet her harsh gaze, keeping my eyes averted, my cheeks and ears burning from shame. A beat of silence passed, no one saying a word, until Happy scooped Ashlyn up to take her back to her hotel room, her mermaid tail glittering in the sunlight as he carried her past us, grinning at the wolf whistles from the guys. That moment of relaxation seemed to break everyone up, Keres and her mate going up to the room she presumably had here, Rusalka and Chibs going in as well, the Bone Court Fae laughing loudly at something he said to her, I got to my feet to go in as well, Juice right on my heels.

“Come here baby, let me get a better look at you,” He was gentle as he pulled me to a stop, carefully touching my face with a frown. “Shit you really got the hell knocked out of you. Might need to start calling you my little hellcat.” He teased me softly, smiling just a little.

“Bite me, my love.” I muttered with a huff of annoyance.

“Don’t tempt me.” He leaned in to kiss me softly before lifting his hand up, a soft, blue glow coming from the palm of his hand. “Hold still, okay?”

I stood still as he carefully ran his hand over my injuries, focusing entirely on healing the wounds, humming softly under his breath as he worked. The warmth of the healing magic knit itself into my skin, leaving my mouth tingling with the magic and I smiled as soon as it was over. He’d gotten so good at this so quickly, I was impressed.

“Thank you love. You didn’t need to do that, it was fine.” I leaned in to hug him, wrapping my arms around his waist and pressing my cheek to his chest, breathing in his scent, finding it soothing.

“You doing okay? You two were goin’ at it pretty hard and she really landed some good shots.” He’d put a finger under my chin, tilting my head up to meet his worried gaze.

“Yeah, I’m alright. I don’t regret what I did, but I do regret letting my temper get the better of me. I shouldn’t have done it. I’m making questionable choices left and right lately. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Juan.” I was frustrated with myself for lashing out, but just seeing her face was enough to set me off. I wasn’t normally violent or angry like this and everything just hurt when I saw her.

“Nothing is wrong with you. You’re grieving, Dani. You lost your home, most of your people, you almost lost me… It’s a lot to put on someone. You don’t have to do this alone, let me help.” Juice pulled me back into a tight grip, one hand stroking my back while the other ran through my hair, tender and caring as could be. I pressed my face into his neck, my fingers gripping the back of his cut, bunching up the leather and the soft cotton shirt beneath it. I didn’t want this moment to come to an end, my heart swelling with a joy I’d never known before as we held each other, quietly appreciating one another’s presence.

“It’s my burden to bear. I’ve done enough to you, I can’t put anymore on your shoulders.” The protest was weaker than I’d meant for it to be, his strength and kindness nearly bringing me to my knees.

“Bullshit, you saved me by performing that ritual. So what if I’m Fae now? You did what you had to do and I’m glad you did. We’re a team, Danica. I’m here to help shoulder your burdens and do whatever I can to lighten the load. Just say the word and I’m there baby.” His hands went from my hair and back, to my face where he gently peppered me with kisses, making me laugh softly.

“I love you.” I leaned in to kiss him when someone cleared their throat and we jumped apart quickly, a scowl darkening my face when I spotted Keres strolling our way with a nasty smile on her face. Juice quickly traced the sigil to renew his glamour on his arm as surreptitiously as possible as the Blood Fae approached us. “How long have you been there?” I demanded hotly, bristling at the intrusion on our moment.

“Not long at all. Why? Did I interrupt something?” Her grin only got wider at my reaction.

“No,” I growled icily, turning to Juice with a softer look. “I’ll see you after the meeting, okay babe?” I stood on tiptoes to plant a quick kiss to his lips and stalked off to the board room where we were supposed to be meeting up to discuss our options.

“Wait a second,” Keres grabbed my shoulder, forcing me to stop and face her. “I know you made Juice a High Fae. How’d you do it?”

#Juice Ortiz X OFC #Juice x Danica #Juice Ortiz #Danica Reid #High Fae oc #Sons of Anarchy #Sons of Anarchy fic

[sanders-sanctuary-au]

Laughter is Wonderful

Laughter is Wonderful

Ships: Implied Royality (If squint)

Words ~ 2,046 ~

Warnings: Tickling, Injury mention (no one gets hurt), Extremely fluffy.

Summary: Roman gets cheeky with Thomas and the human is trying not to hurt him while also attempting figure out the situation. Oh and Patton and Emile have more common sense than Roman.

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It was 1:00 pm and the sanctuary had become relatively quiet after the regular lunchtime hustle and bustle. It was a Saturday, meaning Thomas had just a bit more downtime than usual, so he decided to take this time to wash the dishes he and Deacon had used not an hour before in the human kitchen area.

He tapped his barefoot on ground, humming the main theme to Toy Story “You’ve Got a Friend in Me” and applying soap to the the rhythm of the tune. He checked the floor around him and was relieved to find it clear of borrowers. He shimmied with his feet, swaying with the music as his humming turned into a gentle singing of the lyrics.

As Thomas went relatively disturbed, his singing and dancing got louder and more prominent. He was so distracted he hadn’t noticed the three pairs of eyes watching him from the shelves. When Thomas got to the instrumental break in the song, he did a small tap dance, spun around, and continued singing from the bridge to the end of the jazzy tune.

Once he finished, he struck a pose after setting the last dish in the cupboard. The roar of tiny applause made him jump out of his skin as it sounded loudly from somewhere ominous. Thomas quickly scanned the shelves in the kitchen, then finally he spotted them among the teapots on the top shelf. Emile, Patton, and Roman were all clapping and hollering in encore at the unintended performance.

Thomas blushed and took a bow which caused Roman to jump up and give a standing ovation. Thomas snorted and hid his face with embarrassment.

“Okay okay! I get it. Thanks guys.” The noise died down and the human couldn’t help but smile. “How long have you three been listening?

Roman was the first to speak. “Only about a minute or so! We heard you and couldn’t help ourselves but watch!”

“No need to be embarrassed Thomas. That was spectacular!” Emile added and began to climb down the shelves to where Thomas stood in front of the sink. Patton and Roman soon followed and Thomas watched them fondly, the pink in his cheeks slowly faded away as he sat criss-cross on the floor while he waited for them to approach.

Patton jumped on one of kneecaps and sat down, letting his legs dangle off the edge. “Howzitgoing Thomas?”

“As well as it can Patton. Deacon is out getting groceries and I’m cleaning up from the lunch I had. I suppose it’s just a lazy day. You know what I mean?”

“I certainly do Thomas. I had only one patient this morning and Amelia seems to be doing better now that she is more comfortable in the sanctuary.” Emile said, smiling up at Thomas and standing next to his right foot. Roman sprinted past the borrower therapist straight at Thomas with a running start. He first scaled his leg, then bounced off of Thomas’s calves, and climbed up the front of his shirt. Thomas watched him with awe as he made it up to his collar bone and swung himself onto his shoulder.

Roman, now leaning against Thomas’s neck, glanced at his newly manicured nails. “Well it has been the opposite of a lazy day for me, Thomas! I had finished another act of my Opera I’m writing! I’ve yet to find a good title for the song though. It is all about laughter and how wonderful it is to laugh.”

“You are filled with energy today Roman. Did Deacon give you caffeinated coffee again?” Thomas leaned against the sink, making sure his shoulder was upright enough so Roman could stand.

“I don’t know who left it out, but it was there so I drank it.” Roman began tapping his nails against Thomas’s neck absentmindedly.

“You drank Coffee cold!?” Patton exclaimed, astonished the mini-prince would do anything of the sort.

“What? Absolutely not, Patton. Who do you take me for? Logan? I used the microwave in the borrower kitchen to heat it up of course. I’m not a heathen.”

“Hey now Roman. Be nice. We both know Logan isn’t a heathen.” The tapping of Roman’s nails next to Thomas’s neck was starting to get a little…unbearable to say the least.

Roman snorted. “I know I know. Only when he eats things normally meant to be hot, cold! That’s when he is a heathen.”

“Hey Roman.” Emile replied calmly, now resting his arms on the outer edge of Thomas’s right foot. “Remember that for other borrowers, either out in the wild or in poor conditions, heated food items are a luxury. If Logan chooses to eat something cold, then that’s his decision. I’m not trying to put you down, just be mindful of what we have and be grateful for it. Thomas has been very good to us.”

Roman hung his head and nodded. “Sorry.” Thomas swallowed a giggle as he felt Roman’s hand knead into his very sensitive neck further.

“Hey no need to apologize Roman. I’m happy to do this for you guys. You can have all the caffeinated drinks you want. You are an adult!” Now Emile’s elbows had found a soft spot on Thomas’s foot and he was trying to do all that he could to keep a grin from spreading on his features.

“Why would you tell him that!?” Patton mock gasped. “Now he’s going to take you at your word!”

Thomas could feel himself breaking. “Well…I trust he has good friends making sure he regulates his caffeine intake.”

Patton kicked his legs a little more. “That’s if he listens to us.”

Roman gave an offended noise, as both of his hands went to Thomas’s neck to steady himself on the internally laughing human. All it did was make Thomas shift about more. “I do too listen to you, Patton!”

Patton giggled and clamped his heels around Thomas’s knee cap. “I know you do Roman. I’m only kidding.” What Patton just did was akin to someone squeezing Thomas’s kneecap lightly and it made him jump ever so subtly. Emile seemed to notice this.

“You doing alright Thomas? You seem a little squirmy today.” Oh the torture these three borrowers were putting him through.

Thomas snorted at the words. “I’m good, it’s just you three are resting on some of my…er…ticklish spots. I was trying to bear it, but I’m not sure if I can.” Thomas chuckled bashfully.

“Oh I’m sorry Thomas!” Emile exclaimed as he stepped away from his foot.

Patton giggled in acknowledgment and jumped off, joining Emile in front of Thomas.

“C'mon Roman, time to come down.” Patton called. But due to the lack of movement on his shoulder, Thomas had a nervous feeling that the way Roman would respond to this situation was much different than the other two had.

“Tickle spot, hm?” Roman got a cheeky little smile. He had always wanted to have a bonding moment such as this with Thomas, as he never had the chance to do so before and it might also cheer him up. Perhaps it could even help him think of a title for his new song. It’s about laughter after all.

“Wait Roman! I’m not sure that’s a good idea!” Emile called out!

“What if you fall!?” But Roman paid them no attention as he quickly scribbled his hands into Thomas’s neck. The human squealed and did what he could to not scrunch his neck, lest he hurt the borrower on his shoulder.

“Wahahahahaiit Rohohoman! I dohohon’t wahahanna hurt you!” Thomas was wiggling against the back of the sink, trying to cope with the fact that he was being tickled, but couldn’t flail because he had three small people to worry about.

“You’re not!” Roman exclaimed as he crouched down and trailed his fingers along Thomas’s ticklish collarbone and the base of his neck. “See? I’m perfectly fine!” Roman grinned, not noticing the danger of the situation.

“He’s not going to stop Patton.” Emile said to his friend worriedly.

“I know…” Patton sighed. “Hang on Thomas. I’m coming up. I’ll get him off of you.” Now when you are being tickled, and you feel something else touch you, it automatically feels like another tickle. So when Patton began climbing up Thomas’s leg, it didn’t help his situation.

The human gave a loud snort and shook his shoulders violently, only to feel a weight taken off his neck and an indignant screech close to his ear. Thomas’s eyes widened with horror and quickly cupped the prince in his hands who was just about to fall off of his shoulder. Emile and Patton both exhaled in relief to see their friend safe.

Roman caught his breath and stood up in Thomas’s hands, trying to regain his balance. “Are you alright Roman?”

“Yes! That was quite fun! But I’m not finished yet!” He faced Thomas with the same cheeky smile, before jumping out of his hands and towards his side.

“Yet!?” Thomas yelled as Emile face-palmed and Patton slapped his hands to his mouth.

“Oh dear.”

“I’ll be in your armpit this time! Closer to the ground and I can use your shirt sleeve as leverage if need be!” Roman boasted as he climbed up Thomas’s ribs up to his armpit. Quite soon, Thomas was giggling yet again.

“Rohohoman wait!!” Thomas reached his other hand over to poke at Roman’s side as lightly as he could, but it did nothing to stop the prince. Now Thomas faced the new challenge of not clamping his arm down on the borrower clinging to his sleeve.

“Aha! I have the upper hand. My sides are not ticklish Thomas!” As Roman scratched inside Thomas’s sleeve, Patton quickly slipped off of Thomas and around to the side Roman was clinging too.

“Do you think you could hoist me up Emile? I might be able to reach his feet and tickle him down.” Emile gave a small smile, then nodded. “Don’t worry Thomas! Emile and Patton to the rescue! Try to stay as still as possible.” With a borrower furiously scratching at his underarm, he wasn’t sure how ‘still’ he could hold.

“Ihihihi’ll tryhyhy! Pleahahaase huhuhuhurry!” Emile braced himself against Thomas’s hip and then made an under bridge with his hands for Patton. Patton quickly stepped up and Emile was able to push his with both hands up to Roman’s whereabouts. Once in reach, Patton grabbed a hold of Roman’s boots.

“Roman! Cease thine attack immediately! Or you will force my hand!” Patton called up playfully. Roman now noticed the predicament and tried to free his feet from Patton’s grasp, but was unsuccessful.

“Never!” Patton gave a small grin as he began to work off his boots. It wasn’t long before he had Roman’s bare feet locked in his arm and fingers wiggling over both soles. “Ahahahaha!! Pahahahatton nohohoho!!!” As Roman’s laughter grew, his tickling weakened and Thomas was able to gently push the grip on his shirt with a finger from his other hand until Roman fully let go. Thomas quickly clamped his arm down and scratched all the tickly feelings away, watching with relief as Roman fell from his person.

Roman dropped into Patton’s arms, which left Emile struggling to hold them up because of the dramatic weight shift. After an extremely cartoony sequence of Emile trying to hold both Patton and Roman up, then wobbling this way and that, they all three dropped on the ground in a fit of laughter.

Thomas wiped his brow, finding himself laughing with them, even if he had just been laughing for the past 2 minutes. He sighed in relief watching as Emile and Patton pinned Roman down and continued to tickle him for the panic and tribulation he had caused. Well, Roman was right about one thing. It truly was wonderful to laugh.

Thomas yawned a bit, letting the tickly sensations slowly leave his body as Emile and Patton tickle chased Roman all over the kitchen floor. His eyes fluttered between the conscious and subconscious world. Taking a couple more glances at the adorable scene in front of him, he decided not to wonder when Virgil showed up to help pin Roman down or when Logan ran in complaining about all the screaming. Instead, Thomas took a nap on the kitchen floor and it was undoubtedly the best nap he ever had.

#g/t #g/t sides #sanders sanctuary au #infinitesimal!sides #tickle fic #story #fic #not mine #submission #awww this is so fluffy #i love patton tickling roman to get him to stop #so cute thank you!

[krat395]

W.D. Gaster, the Ultimate Tickle Master (Chapter 6)

In the previous chapter, Asriel and MK told several of their favorite individuals everything that happened at Muffet's bakery/house during Chapters 2-4; and since they did such a good job telling everyone what happened, at least 5 of their listeners believe that some type of reward is in order. Hmm... now what could Asriel and MK's reward possibly be? Ehehehehe~ ;) Undertale(c) Toby Fox.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

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W.D. GASTER, THE ULTIMATE TICKLE MASTER

Chapter 6: Tickle Time For a Goat and Lizard

Sometime later… right after Asriel and MK finished telling everyone their story…

 Asriel: Hahaha! So, there you have it, everyone! That was everything that happened!

 MK: Hehe. Pretty cool, huh?

 Asgore: Hohoho! Yes, boys. Very… cool. Hohoho!

 MK: So, uh, how’d we do telling the story, everyone?

 Toriel: Hee hee hee! Wonderful, boys! Just wonderful!

 Alphys: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! Yeah, wonderful enough that you deserve a reward!

 MK: *excited gasp* A reward? What kind of reward, “big sis?” *asked MK both curiously and excitedly*

 Alphys: Heeheeheehee!! Well…

 Moments later, both Asriel and MK found themselves magically floating up into the air, auras surrounding their entire bodies as they were slowly forced into sitting in upright positions.

 Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! *Asriel bleated nervously* Gaster, put us down! *he shouted, not knowing at all that someone else is actually responsible for placing them in their current predicaments* BAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

 It’s not Gaster! If Gaster was the one using telekinesis on the boys, the boys would be incapable of turning their heads and wiggling their fingers and toes!

 Asriel: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! *Asriel bleated nervously once again* Gaster? Gaster, come on! You’re not being funny! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!

 Gaster: Um, young prince, I’m… I’m not doing anything. Neither one of my eyes is glowing, see?

 Then, after lifting Asriel and MK into the air, this mysterious someone locked their arms above their heads and their legs straight together in sets of "bone stocks," rendering their armpits, sides, and small bare feet completely defenseless!

 MK: What?! Bones?! Sans?! Sans, are you the one that’s doing this to us?! *asked MK nervously*

 Since Gaster doesn't summon bones all that much, MK is under the assumption that Sans is the one that's currently using telekinetic powers on both him and Asriel.

 Papyrus: Nyeh heh heh! No, MK! I am! Nyehehehehehe!!

 What?!! Papyrus is the one holding the boys in the air?!! He has telekinetic powers too?!! Well, apparently so! And bone stocks?!! Those are certainly something that no one that’s currently in Asgore's basement living room has ever seen before! Well, except for maybe Sans and Gaster. ;)

 Asriel: *frightened gasp* Papy, you too?!! You have telekinetic powers too?!!

 Papy: Nyeh heh heh! I do, Little Asgore! And with them, I, the Great Papyrus, am making it possible for Dr. Alphys and Lady Asgore to do something that will make you smile… and laugh… and squeal… and squeak; but mostly laugh! Nyehehehehehehe!

 MK: *gasp* Oh no! Oh no, not again! *pleaded MK, despite the fact that he doesn’t entirely mind what’s about to happen to both him and Asriel*

 Toriel: Hee hee hee. Kitchie kitchie kitchie koo, MK! *teased Toriel, wiggling and squiggling every single one her furry fingers all over MK’s torso underneath his striped shirt, tickling the young reptilian boy as if he were one of her own children*

 MK: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!! *MK laughed hysterically upon feeling tickly fur touch his scaly torso* MS. TOHOHOHOHOHORIEL!!!!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! MS. TOHOHOHOHHORIEL, *SQUEAK* NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHO, STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP!!!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! YOHOHOHOHOHOUR FUR TICKLES!!!!!!! HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!! YOHOHOHHOHOHHOUR FUR TICKLES A LOHOHOHOHOT!!!!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!

 Toriel: Hee hee hee. And miss out on an opportunity to put a smile on your cute little face, MK? Hee hee hee. No; not a snowball’s chance in hell. *teased Toriel* Hee hee hee. …Oh, er, I mean, uh, tickle, tickle, tickle, little lizzy boo! *she said after realizing she accidentally said the “h” word in front of children* Hee hee hee hee hee. X3

 MK: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!

 Meanwhile…

 Alphys: NGAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! *shouted Alphys, pretending to be Undyne (due to wearing the same outfit as Undyne minus the boots and eyepatch) as she ran towards Asriel and latched her clawed fingers onto his sides underneath his striped shirt* Think you’re safe from tickles, little prince? Heeheeheehee!! Well, think again! *she shouted as she began wiggling her clawed fingers up and down his sides* Fuhuhuhuhuhu! *she laughed like Undyne*

 Asriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! *Asriel laughed hysterically, squirming as much as his limited movement allowed him to do so as clawed fingers teasingly danced along his sides* AHAHAHAHAHAALPHYS!!!!!!! *SNORT* ALPHYS, WHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAT THE HEHEHEHHEEHEHECK?!!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* HAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! GEHEHEHEHEHET, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA, GEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET THOHOHOHOHHOOSE CLAWS AHAHAHAHAHAWAY FROM ME!!!!!!! *he pleaded through his laughter* HEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!

 Alphys: Fuhuhuhu! *Alphys laughed like Undyne once again* No can do, punk! I’m on a mission; a tickle mission! And the target is you! *she shouted as she began a ticklish assault on Asriel’s fluffy belly with her clawed fingers, gliding them ever so slightly along every inch of the insanely sensitive skin directly around his bellybutton underneath his fluffy fur* Fuhuhuhu! (Tee hee hee. Are you seeing this, Undyne? This is one of the ways you should tickle these kids when you have those tickle fights with them!)

 Alphys knows about Undyne’s plan to have tickle fights with MK, Asriel, Frisk, and Chara during her spare time. This is another reason why she felt the need to act like Undyne when she started tickling Asriel. Alphys is better at tickling children than Undyne; and she was giving Undyne an example of something she should do when tickling children. And while Alphys may have provided a good example to Undyne, it is unknown if Undyne was actually paying attention to what she was doing to Asriel. Because right now, Undyne is on the verge of having a “cute attack” due to hearing Asriel and MK’s super adorable laughter. Again, she’s such a sucker for adorable things! X3 And just when she thought that things couldn’t get any cuter, Asgore and Sans joined in and helped Toriel and Alphys tickle MK and Asriel respectively!

 Asgore: Hohohohohoho!! ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!! You have awoken the tickle monster, MK!! ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!! *“roared” Asgore playfully as he began scribbling his furry fingers lightly all over every inch of MK’s scaly little feet, paying particular attention to his soles* ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!

 Sans: Hehehehehe. Make that TICKLE MONSTERS, boys. Rooooaaaaar. *“roared” Sans with much less enthusiasm than Asgore as he began scribbling his bony fingers lightly all over every inch of Asriel’s fluffy little feet, paying particular attention to his soles* Hehehehehehe. Geeettttt dunked on, Fluffybuns, Jr.!! *he teased* Hehehehehehehe.

 Asriel and MK: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *Asriel and MK both laughed super hysterically upon feeling bony fingers and furry fingers dance all over every inch of their little feet* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH/EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH/EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!! GUYS, HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHHAHHHAHAHAHA, GUYS, LEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEAVE OUR FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET ALOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHONE!!!!!!!!!! *the two boys pleaded in sync through their laughter, wiggling their little toes like crazy with every passing second of their current tickle torture* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH/EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

 Then, to add to the tickle torture, Papyrus summoned 8 tiny bones to tickle the spaces in between the boys’ toes, sawing back and forth and back and forth with them as Sans and Asgore continued scribbling their fingers lightly all over every inch of their soles and as Alphys and Toriel continued gliding their fingers all over their upper bodies.

 Asriel: HAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *Asriel laughed so hard he couldn’t talk* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!! QIWFEIAWFHIUASHFUYRESKUESBERUBSUEKBFESKU!!!!!!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

 MK: HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! HOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOLY MOHOHOHHOHOHOLY, PAHAHAHHAHAHAPY!!!!!!!!!! *shouted MK through his laughter, swinging his tail back and forth and back and forth with every passing second of his current tickle torture* HAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT YOU TOO!!!!!!!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SQUEAK* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!! OH GOHOHOHOHOD, GEHEHEHEHEHHEHET THOHOHOHHOHOSE BOHOHOHOHHONES AWAY FROM MY THOHOHOHOHOHOHOES!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAAHA HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

 As Toriel, Asgore, Alphys, Sans, and Papyrus tickled the boys together, Undyne, Gaster, Frisk, and Chara sat idly by watching them in action, smiling with every passing second due to hearing such adorable laughter spill from the two monster boys’ mouths.

 Undyne: (EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! TOO CUTE!!!!! WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE SOOOOOOO FREAKING CUUUUUUUUUTE?!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! *GASP* OH NO!!!!! O-OH NO!!!!! I’M… I’M GONNA DO IT!!!!! I’M GONNA!!!!! I’M GONNA…)

 Oh no! Undyne’s going to do it! She’s going to have a cute attack in front of everyone! Unless…

 Gaster: Undyne? Undyne, can I ask you a question?

 Undyne: Y-yes? *Undyne answered, trying incredibly hard to maintain her composure*

 Gaster: Does… does Toriel have a pie in the oven? I could’ve sworn I smelled pie when all of us were upstairs earlier.

 Undyne: *gasp* Yes! Yes, she does! I’ll go check on it! (Oh my god; thank you, Gaster! Thank you, thank you, thank you so much for giving me an excuse to leave the basement!)

 With that said, Undyne then ran upstairs with blazing speed to squee into one of Asgore’s pillows. Then after she did that, she stayed upstairs until she could no longer hear adorable laughter from 2 of the cutest monster boys in existence. A smart decision on her part, seeing as how that was the closest she ever came to accidentally revealing her cute side to everyone!

 Frisk and Chara: (Huh? What the heck was that all about?) *the two girls wondered to themselves after witnessing Undyne leave the basement so abruptly*

 Asriel and MK: HAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

 After Undyne left the basement, the tickle tortures continued for about 2 more minutes. Then, as soon as those 2 minutes were up, Alphys and Toriel decided to finish it all out with 30 seconds of nonstop raspberries to the boys' stomachs. All while Sans, Asgore, and Papyrus went all out on their cute little feet with their fingers and tiny bones. X3

 Asriel: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *Asriel laughed super hysterically upon feeling Alphys blow raspberries on his fluffy tummy, Sans scribble his bony fingers rapidly up and down his sensitive soles, and Papyrus saw tiny bones in between his furry toes at a faster pace than before* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* *SNORT* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!

*SNORT* *SNORT* *SNORT* BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

 MK: EEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *MK laughed super hysterically upon feeling Toriel blow raspberries on his scaly tummy, Asgore scribble his large furry fingers rapidly up and down his sensitive soles, and Papyrus saw tiny bones in between his clawed toes at a faster pace than before* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! GUYS, COHOHOHOHOHOHOHOME ON!!!!!!!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! MY POOHOOOHOOHOOR FEEHEEHEEHEEHEET CAN ONLY, HAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, TAHAHAHAHAKE SO MUCH TIHIHIHIHHIIHIHICKLING!!!!!!!!!! *he lied through his laughter, not fooling anyone that's tickled his little feet before on numerous occasions* HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

 Chara: (Pfft! Yeah, right, Lizzy Boy! If I know your feet, and I like to think I do, hehehe, they are perfectly capable of handling anything that gives them even the slightest touch; things such as my tongue and teeth, for example! Hehehehehe.) *Chara thought cheekily to herself, all while blushing heavily due to Asriel’s adorable bleating and MK’s soles and wiggling toes*  

 After more 30 seconds, the tickle tortures came to an end, much to Asriel and MK’s relief; and once the two boys themselves stopped laughing entirely, Undyne made her way back into the basement living room and acted as casually as she possibly could, as if she didn’t run upstairs to squee into a pillow like she usually does after witnessing something she finds extremely adorable.

 Undyne: Fuhuhuhu! You punks ok? Fuhuhuhu!

 Asriel: Huff… huff… Yeah. …Yeah, we’re fine.

 Undyne: Fuhuhuhu! Well, that’s good. Don’t want you squirts dying of laughter on my watch. Fuhuhuhu!

 Gaster: Hehehehehe. Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, Undyne. The boys love laughing their guts out. Don’t you, boys?

 Asriel and MK: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! We sure do, “Uncle” Gaster!! *the two young boys answered in perfect sync after being placed back on the floor by Papyrus* Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!! *they giggled cutely*

 Gaster: Hehehehehe. See? They’re perfectly fine. Hehehehe.

 Chara: Heeheeheeheehee!! Heck yeah they are!! A little tickling can’t harm anyone!! Screw all those articles on the Internet that say it can!! *shouted Chara angrily*

 Gaster: Shhhh. Calm down, little one. Calm down. We all know how much those articles upset you.

 Chara: But why though?! Why do all those assholes claim that tickling can harm children?! It just isn’t right! As long as kids like me… and Frisk… and Azzy… and MK enjoy being tickled, then it shouldn’t be such a big effing deal!!

 Gaster: I know. I know, Chara. I know. But nothing we say is going to change their minds. And you know that too… better than anyone.

 Chara: Hmph. Yeah, I guess I do. *said Chara, right before being tickled on her right foot by the tip of MK’s tail* PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF… HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *Chara abruptly laughed* MK, *SQUEAK* HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! MK, STOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOP!!!!!! *she pleaded through her laughter, trying to pull her foot away from MK only to find out that he had wrapped his tail around her right ankle when she wasn’t looking* HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!

 MK: Heeheeheeheehee!! Not until you stop being so crabby, Chara! I don’t like Crabby Chara. I’m more of a happy Chara fan myself. And I’m sure everyone else here is too! Right, you guys?

 Everyone agrees. ;)

 MK: Heeheeheeheehee!! You see? Now, will you stop being so crabby, Chara?

 Chara: HAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHA!!!!!! *SQUEAK* NEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEVER, LIZZY BOY, HAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, *SQUEAK* NEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEVER!!!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE~!!!!!!

 Alphys: Oh, is that so, Chara? *asked Alphys cheekily, very cheekily with a mischievous-looking smile on her face as she wrapped her right arm around Chara’s left ankle*

 Chara: HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!! YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES, ALPHYS, YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHES!!!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!

 Alphys: Heeheeheehee!! Well, maybe you’ll change your mind… after I do this! Heeheeheehee!! Tickle, tickle, tickle! Tee hee hee hee hee!

 At that very moment, Alphys, with her left hand fingers, began tickling Chara’s left foot, causing even more laughter to spill from Chara’s mouth in the process. All while MK continued tickling her right foot with his tail. ;)

 Chara: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! *Chara shrieked loudly the moment she felt Alphys’s tickly claws rake up and down her left sole* HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *she laughed maniacally, pounding her fists and squirming and thrashing on the couch as much as she could with every passing second* ALPHYS, NOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOOHO!!!!!!!!!! *she pleaded through her laughter, wiggling her feet frantically in MK and Alphys’s clutches in a failed attempt to make it harder for both MK and Alphys to properly tickle her feet* HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHHOHO!!!!!!!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! STOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOP!!!!!!!!!! *she pleaded through her laughter, wiggling her little toes more and more wildly as the tickle torture continued* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP, PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!!!!!!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET ARE TOO TICKLISH!!!!!!!!!! *SQUEAK* GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

 Undyne: (AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! ALPHYS, MK; STOP!!! STOP, YOU’RE GONNA GIVE ME ANOTHER CUTE ATTACK!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!) *squeed Undyne to herself with absolute delight upon witnessing Alphys and MK tickle Chara together*

 Alphys and MK: Only if you promise to stop being so crabby, Chara! *the two lizard monsters said to Chara in singsongy voices as they increased their tickling speeds with their claws and tail respectively* Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!!

 In an attempt to break Chara, Alphys is scribbling her claws very rapidly all over every inch of Chara’s left sole. And at the same time, MK is “drilling” the tip of his tail into Chara’s right arch.  

 Chara: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *Chara laughed even harder as the lizards upped their game in the tickling department* BWARGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! OHOHOHOHOHOKAY, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA, OHOHOHOHOHOKAY, *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I’LL STOHOHOHHHOHOHOP BEING CRAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHABBY!!!!!!!!!! *SQUEAK* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! ANYTHING FOR YOU TWO, HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA, LOVABLE, HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHA, LOHOHOHOHOHOHOVABLE LIZARDS YOU!!!!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHANYTHING FOR YOU!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!!!!!

 MK: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! Thank you!

 Moments later, MK and Alphys stopped tickling Chara’s bare feet, much to Chara’s relief. But now that’s it over, she’s probably going to want some revenge on the two yellow lizard monsters themselves. But not right now though. Right now, Chara would very much like to sit down by a campfire with her family and friends and just have an all-round good time. :)

 Undyne: (Whew! Holy *bleep*! I thought for sure I was gonna have another cute attack there! Fuhuhu! Good thing I didn’t!)

 Chara: Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!!!! *Chara giggled due to phantom tickles* Nohohohhoho sweat, Lizzy Boy! Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee~!!!!

 Gaster: Hehehehehehe; terrific. Now, are you kids ready to go to the campsite?

 Frisk, Chara, Asriel, and MK: Heeheeheeheeheehee!! HECK YEAH!!

 Gaster: Hehehehehehe. Again, I just love your enthusiasm, little ones. Hehehehe. Anyone else here care to join us?

 Asgore: Hohoho, of course, Gaster. We’d love that very much. Hohoho!

 Toriel: Hee hee hee. Yes, we would! But first, there are some things that Asgore and I would like to discuss with Undyne, Alphys, and your sons. So, you and the kids go on ahead, all right? We’ll catch up to you when we’re ready.

 Gaster: Hehehehehe. Ok, that’s fine. Take as much time as you need. Hehehehehehe~

TO BE CONTINUED…

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