#black clover tickle fic

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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 18: 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬

ITS MY FAVORITE BOY AGAIN 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

NOBODY EVEN SPEAAAAAK OMG MY BABYYYY 😍😍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I had to throw Lee Finral in there… Oopsies.

Oh no! Angst queen struck again and made it h/c! Whatever will you do?!

Anyways. Welcome back to tkcember. We’re about halfway through these fics. I’ve got 9 left after this.

—this do have some tickles below the cut ngl—

Tags: @chrimsss @giggly-squiggily @rachi-roo

It was no surprise that sometimes Asta got into a funk. He’s never once cried in front of his team, and he tries to stay as chipper as he can, but sometimes he just has his days.

This particular day had been absolutely horrid, with the young boy accidentally waking an hour later than he usually did. This threw his entire schedule off kilter.

He had to train twice as fast, which made his muscles sore and tender. He hobbled inside of the base, holding his sore shoulder. (2,000 swings really did a number on his dominant arms.

He missed breakfast and had to ask Charmy to cook something for him with his tail between his legs—Of course, the woman didn’t much mind, always happy to provide a meal.

He wordlessly ate his late breakfast and sighed. Maybe the rest of the day would be better?

To his dismay, it was very much not.

Asta ran his face through his hands as he took a bathroom breaks few hours later. It wasn’t fair. Why was the universe so against him? He had to hold in his anguish so he wouldn’t take out his frustrations on his teammates. He smacked his cheeks a few times and plastered on a smile.

“It’ll be okay! It’s just like a game of pretend. As long as I keep smiling, nobody will notice anything’s going wrong!” he chimed to himself in the mirror.

He finished washing his hands and exited the bathroom. His smile was painfully fake, but nobody who wasn’t focused on him would notice.

What he didn’t know is that his senior had heard his “affirmation” through the door as he passed by…

The whole squad sat down for lunch: rice, meat, and peas—courtesy of Charmy— with some almond sugar cookies for dessert—courtesy of Gordon.

Asta’s eyes lit up as he noticed the cookies; things were definitely making a turn for the better.

Anyone attentive would have easily noticed Asta’s off behavior. He was unusually quiet, and eating very carefully. (He did not want to risk dropping ANYTHING. Gods know that would likely be his last straw and he’d start crying right here and now.)

The anti-magic user finished his bowl of food and engaged in light conversation, only replying in short sentences. Finral watched his junior with a slight frown; Asta looked so uncomfortable, and had that stupid fake smile plastered on his face.

When it was time for the cookies to go around, the ash-blonde reached excitedly for one. As he brought it up to his mouth, it cracked in half and fell on the ground.

All eyes turned to look at him in confusion. Normally, he would’ve whined and reached for another one, but the boy’s chest was heaving a bit as his lip wobbled.

‘Not good’ Finral thought as he opened a tiny portal near his waist. The other end of the portal appeared at the same height on Asta’s side.

As tears pricked the corners of the anti-magic user’s eyes, they were quickly blinked away as a squeak left his lips. A pinch to his side had brought him back to reality. “Aaaaaa! I dropped it! Gimme another one! Please please pleeeeeease!!” He had tried acting like he normally did and made grabby hands at Noelle, who promptly scoffed and put one directly between his teeth. “fenk yew!”

The spatial mage smiled. Mission accomplished.

Asta ate the cookie happily, and Finral could tell that it instantly improved his mood a bit. Though, as his senior, he couldn’t help but be a bit mischievous… The brunette waited until the boy had finished chewing then opened another portal. He skittered his fingers across Asta’s stomach.

The ash-blonde giggled and slapped a hand over his mouth, glaring daggers at his senior. Finral smiled innocently at him, waving with the hand that was not currently tickling the boy.

“What are you doing?” he hissed, “this is so nohohot fahahair!”

Finral held a finger to his lips and grinned sweetly. He let two fingers pinch around the anti-magic user’s torso. Asta rested his head on the table as he giggled quietly.

Vanessa cocked an eyebrow at the resident feral child being uncharacteristically quiet. Her gaze shifted to Finral, whom she noticed had his hand through a hidden portal. She smiled in realization as she saw Asta’s shoulders heaving with laughter; Finral really was a really sweet guy.

The brunette snaked his hand under Asta’s grey tee shirt and traced his fingers up and down the swordsman’s sides and middle.

“Fihihihinrahahal.” The ash-blonde whined sotto voce, “Ihihihit tihihihickles!”

“What did you say, idiot?” Noelle quipped, turning her attention to him. It was at that point that she noticed the portal, and Asta’s giggling figure. Her face flushed as she went quiet. Asta looked… adorable like this!

“Fihihihinrahahal- plehehehease.”

Noelle looked at Finral until he caught her eye. She looked around the table to make sure all other parties were distracted before pointing to her own underarms.

The spatial mage smiled and shot her a wink of understanding. He mirrored the girl’s actions, taking notice of how many were watching. It seemed that Vanessa, Noelle, and Gordon had caught on and were spectating his little game.

Now, Finral was not an evil person; there wasn’t a lick of malice in his body. But he had to get Asta back for not respecting his authority all of those times… He had to find a way to get everyone to notice how giggly the ash-blonde had become.

It was time to go for the kill. He opened another portal and snaked his other hand under the boy’s shirt, bringing both up to tickle under his arms.

Asta squealed loudly and sank in his chair as he giggled helplessly. “Fihihihinrahahahal! Stahahahappihihihit!”

“Ey, Wheels, what’re you doin’ to the kid?” Yami asked, standing up and walking to the spatial mage.

“Nothing sir! I’m not sure what’s going on!” The brunette feigned innocence, trying to hide the portals he had made with the rest of his body.

“Ohhhh so that’s what’s happening?” Yami Cheshire grinned, “Let’s see if you can take what you can dish out.”

“Yami, no! Wait, hold on! Let’s have a civil, adult conversAHAHAHAHATIOHOHOHOHON! WAHAHAHAHAIT!”

The entire squad had definitely discovered the game, unfortunately at the expense of poor Finral’s dignity. The two mages laughed helplessly as the rest watched them with smiles.

After a few minutes, both parties were completely exhausted, with Asta lasting longer than Finral… as usual… In the spatial mage’s defense, Yami was absolutely ruthless, and went for his death spot immediately.

Everyone started to clear from the table, helping Charmy to clean up—or running away from duties in Luck and Magna’s case— and rinsing the dishes off.

Finral quickly grabbed four cookies from the platter, portaling them to his nightstand for later. He scribbled a note onto a napkin and portaled it into Asta’s lap, disappearing to his room shortly after.

When the ash-blonde had gone to stand up and take a break in his room, he noticed the small napkin and opened it as he walked the halls toward his bedroom.

‘My door is always open if you wanted to tell me what’s troubling you. Sorry about earlier… I couldn’t stand to see you fake smiling and not do something about it’

The boy’s threatening tears returned to prick the corners of his eyes as he turned on his heel toward his senior’s room.

When the ash-blonde arrived, the door opened to reveal a sympathetic-looking Finral, holding a cookie in his hand. The boy fell forward into the brunette’s chest, causing him to portal the cookie to safety. He knelt down and wrapped his arms around the boy, kicking the door shut with his foot.

“Don’t hold back,” he murmured, rubbing Asta’s back reassuringly, “Tell me what’s going on, Asta. It’s okay, just cry it out…”

So, he did.

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#t content #augtickletober2023 #tickletober #black clover #Asta #Finral #finral roulacase #black clover fanfiction #black clover tickle #black clover tickle fic #lee!asta #ler!finral #ticklish!asta

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Tickletober Day 5: Magic

A/N: I know this is probably so short but this is like one of the 5 fics I held off on because it was difficult for me to write since Idk much about the characters personalities and I had to research which kinda still didn’t help and during like Mon-Fri I probably won’t post the fic dead at 12 am due to school but I’ll still try to get them in that day ✨

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“Hey Mereoleona” sally called as she walking into her room

“Hm”

“Do you mind if I test something on you really quickly I promise it’s nothing painful” sally asked

“Sure”

“Okay all you need to do is drink this and then I’ll be able to tell if it work or not” Sally explained

“‘Kay”

“What was that it tasted good”Mereoleona took a sip before chugging it.

“It was pineapple-mango anywhooo do you feel anything?”

“No not yehet”

“You giggled! YES ITS WORKING” Sally jumped up on excitement

“Wahahait whaahahat dihid you gihihive mehehe” Mereoleona began giggling

“My magical tickle potion”

“Wehehehell ihihit tihihickles” mereoleona admitted

“That’s good that’s also kinda the point”

“nahahaha whehehen dohoes ihit wehehar oHOAHAHAHAHA IHITGOHOTWOHORSE” Her knees had given up as she dropped to the floor.

“Oh well I kinda didn’t think about that haha whoops” Sally chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck.

“SAHAHAHLLEHEHEHEHEE STOHOHOP IHIHIT”

“I don’t know how to!!” Sally whined

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This is LITERALLY one of my worse drabbles EVER AGHHH I ALSO DONT WANT THE NUMBERS BEING MIXED UP ON MY OAGE SO THAT SLOWS ME DOWN☠️☠️😒

#kiara writes #tickle fic #tickle drabble #tickletober #black clover tickle fic #black clover tickle drabble #bc tickle fic #bc tickle drabble #Ler!sally #lee!Mereoleona

[giggly-squiggily]

Take It All Back (Black Clover)

Okay so...I don't know how to explain this one kjarkjajkrjek I had a really bad case of Zorafin on my hands and needed to write it out! The ship has taken me by the jugular and I'm okay with that lols. I hope you like it!

CW: Swearing, Angst, Black Clover Ep. 87 spoilers!

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@duckymcdoorknob @rachi-roo @imjusthere07

Summary: Finral's having severe self doubts about himself and his place in the Black Bulls. He finds comfort and something more from an unlikely source.

Finral would call his self-confidence a work in progress.

There were days where he thrived, pulling out all the stops during a practice session with the Bulls or saving the day with his portal magic just when they needed it. There was a rare but special tug of pride in his chest when that happened.

Then there were days like today where that tug of pride felt more like an anchor in his chest, dragging him further and further down his high and reminding him of all his shortcomings. “You’re nothing more than a taxi.” “Who would ever want you? Your own parents didn’t even want you!” “You’re a waste of space in the Bulls. You’re nothing without them- a living breathing parasite-”

“Boo.” A finger jabbed his hip from behind, making him jump forward with a startled squeak. “Did I scare ya?”

“No- I just make that noise in my downtime.” Finral grumbled as he turned around, finding none other than Zora Ideale before him. Something about the masked redhead made his spine tingle, sending goosebumps along his skin beneath his long sleeves. “What do you want, anyway?”

“Oo, someone’s grumpy today.” Those damn eyebrows- he looked so smug! “What’s the matter? Captain got you delivering toilet paper to him again? You’re kinda like a delivery man.”

Nothing but a taxi.

He was wounded, and it must have shown on his face by the wide eyed surprise Zora wore. “Shit- sorry man. I didn’t mean to cut you.”

“No- no, it’s not-” Finral willed his face to neutral out, trying to force the stinging behind his eyes back. “You didn’t do anything wrong; I just…” Something hot ran down his face. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

“Finral…” Zora looked alarmed, reaching out.

“I gotta go! Erm, important business; bye!” He whirled around and ran, opening a portal as he did. Zora’s cry for him to stop was the last thing he heard before the magic closed out all sound, including the weak sob he made.

~~~

Weak. Pathetic. What kind of senior bull member was he to suddenly start crying in front of the rookie?

Finral slumped in his bed, the sentiment pulsing through him like a wound as he glared into his wet pillow. He’s not usually so quick to tears- and when they did come, he learned to hide them well. What the hell happened out there? Why of all people did he have to start crying in front of Zora?

Was it too late to fade away in the walls? He supposed he could do a Gordon; become so quiet and soft spoken he’d be nothing but a ghost.

…He really shouldn’t view his teammate like that.

Before he could wallow in shame further, someone knocked. Slow and heavy; not like Vanessa’s quick and playful ones- nor were Magna’s aggressive banging. This was the kind of knock he wasn’t familiar with at all. “Hello?” He called out.

“Hey…it’s me.” Zora? Finral felt his heart drop into his stomach, a surge of anxiety hitting him so strongly he felt nauseous.

“H-Hang on!” He called, running to the bathroom with shaky legs. Splashing water on his face, he tried to wipe away his earlier tears, cringing at how red his eyes looked. Fixing his hair, he straightened up, smoothing out his shirt and taking a quick breath. It was what it was.

Opening the door, he put on his best smile, the one he used to charm the ladies in town. “Hello there, Zora. How can I help you?”

The second he met Zora’s eyes his confidence crumbled. Green irises took him in, from the wetted down hair to the fragile smile to the shaky pose. “Hey…can I come in?”

“Sure! Sure, have a seat!” Finral stepped back, trying to breathe. God, this was falling apart faster than he planned. “Your probably wondering why I ran away-”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s my line.” Finral blurted out, then froze, embarrassed. “Wait- huh?”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that- the delivery man thing.” Zora ran a hand through his hair, the tops of his cheeks heating in shame as he looked away. “I hadn’t realized how it came out. I’m really sorry.”

“...I…” Finral gaped, looking for words. He was the one that was supposed to apologize- a senior Bull running away from his rookie over a dumb comment; how unprofessional of him. That’s what he figured Zora came by for; not this! “It’s okay, really. You don’t need to apologize-”

“I made you cry.” Zora looked angry, but not at Finral. “I hurt you.”

“...No, no you didn’t.” Finral sighed, gesturing for him to sit down. “It wasn’t you that made me cry, I’m just having a bad day.”

“My comment didn’t help.” Zora argued, no heat in his tone. Finral shrugged, a tired laugh escaping.

“No, it didn’t. But I forgive you.”

Zora nodded, something like relief passing over him. “Do you…erm, do you want to talk about it?” He seemed so awkward then, like it was new territory he was crossing. It was new for Finral too.

At first, he didn’t say much, just reiterated that he was having a bad day. But after a gentle push from Zora, he let it go. He found himself talking about his insecurity and how lately he felt as if he’d contributed nothing to the team. How he could easily be replaced by a speedy broom and a map, and how while he was making some progress in using his spacial magic for more than transportation, it wasn’t enough to justify his place in the team.

At some point, Zora had moved over so he was sitting beside him on the bed. Now he was supporting him, an arm rubbing soothing circles against Finral’s back as the other sniffled out the last of his pain, wiping at his tears. He didn’t push for details, nor did he give any commentary; he just sat there and listened.

Finally, when his tears came to an end and Finral could somewhat breathe again, Zora hummed in thought. “That…sounds like literal hell.”

Finral snorted, oddly comforted by Zora’s way of words. “It is. But it’s not the team’s fault. No one makes me feel this way, it’s just my own stupidity.”

“You’re not stupid. You're the farthest thing from stupid.” Zora cut in firmly, taking Finral by surprise. “Don’t call yourself that.”

“But it’s true. Why else would I feel the way I feel?” Finral shrugged, something bitter in his gesture. “I’m in a team surrounded by amazing people, and yet here I am wallowing in self pity. Surely that makes me seem pathetic, doesn't it.”

Zora stared at him, stunned. Then he glared, a look so ferocious Finral felt taken aback. “How dare you.”

“Huh?”

“You dare talk bad about the Finral of the Black Bulls in my presence?” Zora raised up some, eyes glistening with unreadable rage. “A man with such brilliance for strategy and a kindness you can’t find anywhere else- and you dare call him pathetic?”

“Zora, what the hell are you saying- whoa!” Finral yelped when he was pushed back into the bed, the redhead hovering over him. “Zora?”

“I’ll make you pay. Take it back right now.” Zora growled. The mask made him even scarier, yet Finral felt no true malice in his presence. Was he braver than he thought?

“I don’t know what you’re going on about.” Finral decided after a moment. “But as your senior Bull member, I will not acknowledge your threats. I ref-ehehehehehehehehehehehe!” He couldn’t finish his statement before fingers found his ribs, worming gently along the warm fabric of his tunic. “Zohoohohohora, whahahahhait!”

“I told you to take it back. You’re gonna apologize for saying such foul things about Finral or I’ll make you!” Zora was inches from his face, fingers carrying on their game as he walked them up and down the other man’s sides. This close, Finral could see the truth now. Zora was far from angry.

He was looking mighty mischievous.

“Noohohoohoho way! Thehehhehey’re true! I knohohohow- I ahahahham him!” Finral giggled out, gently swatting at Zora’s hands as they moved to his lowest rib set. “Thehehehehy’re faahahha-AHAHHACTUAL!”

“Impossible- you can’t be Finral! The Finral I know would never call himself those things. He’s not a parasite, he’s not a taxi, and he certainly isn’t a pathetic person! He’s great- he makes good coffee in the morning and listens to me ramble about stupid shit throughout the day- and he doesn’t care if I nap during practice!”

“I dohohoohoohohoho chahahahahhahre! Yohohohohou juhuhuuhuhust doohohohon’t lihihihihisten!”

“Hm…yeah, you got a point.” Zora mused, moving back to his highest ribs and making Finral squeal. “But mine still stands- you're a great guy. I’ll ask one more time before I go all out; take that bullshit back.”

“Eheh…ehehehehe….heheh…” Finral gasped for air when the tickles came to a pause, weighing his options. He knew where this was going; and he knew if he did as demanded, Zora would keep his word. He could be spared.

But…

“Nohohooho way! I mehahhahan it!” Finral raised his chin, firm in his decision. The look in Zora’s eyes did funny things to his stomach. Seems like they were on the same page now.

“Oh do you?” Zora raised a brow.. His smile was particularly dangerous as he pulled Finral’s arms up and over his head, pinning them in place with a single grip. “Shame.”

The next few minutes were a blur in Finral’s mind. The second those dastardly fingers touched his armpits it was all over. “AHEHAHAHAHHAHAHA! OOHOHOHOOKAY OHOOHOHHOKAY I TAHEHEHEKE IT BAHAHAHCK! I TAHAHHAHAHKE IT BACK PLEAHAHHAHAHSE!”

“Hmmmm….okay.” Zora decided just as Finral grabbed his collar; yanking him down and throwing him off balance. The redhead shot his arms out, stopping a full blown collision.

“PLehehehase!” Finral gasped, slowly coming too as the tickles faded. “Please….oh, hello there.” He felt himself flush for a new reason: Zora's face inches from his own.

“Hello to you too. Come here often?” His voice was a husky whisper, blue eyes like the deepest part of the ocean as they gazed down into Finral’s. He even had long lashes!

Finral always liked long lashes.

He felt his breath catch, eyes starting to droop as Zora reached up for the corner of his mask-

A bang on the door drew them both apart, Zora shooting up in a daze and leaving Finral feeling somewhat cold. “Finral- whatever your doing in there, hurry up. We got a mission.” Captain Yami’s voice boomed even through the thick wooden doors. Footsteps faded soon after, sobering the younger man.

“Shit- I’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened-”

“Nah, you're fine. I came here to comfort you and-”

“I dragged you onto me! What kind of guy am I-”

“No complaints here.”

That last part stopped Finral in his tracks. “What?” He blinked, staring at the redhead.

“No complaints. In fact-I wouldn’t mind if we picked this back up after your mission.” Zora waggled his brows, a gesture so cheesy Finral couldn’t help but laugh. “Interested, teleporter?”

It all felt like a blur, this whole thing. One minute he was wallowing in self-pity, the next he was being comforted AND tickled to death by the strange redheaded mage before him. And now…

“Are you…asking me out?” Finral tried not to sound so unsure. Zora only smiled at him.

“Would you say yes if I was?”

Finral considered. Then he raised his chin stubbornly. “Not like that. If you’re gonna ask me out, do it right. Like this.” He stood, standing tall before the older man and putting on his best smile. “Would you go out with me, Zora Ideale.”

“You stole my line.” Zora sounded almost breathless, shaking his head with an easy grin. “Sounds fun. Yes, I will.”

Thanks for reading!

#black clover #finral roulacase #zora ideale #tickle #tickle fic #angst #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #zorafin #Whoops I ship it lols #Lee!Finral beloved

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You Like Him! (Black Clover)

Collab w/@giggly-squiggily!

Summary: Asta figures out that Yuno has feelings for Leopold Vermillion, but Yuno isn't willing to admit it without some encouragement.

A/N: AHHHH this was so fun to work on! Collabing with my friend Squiggily is always a fun time! We were both feeling Black Clover lately and decided to do a two-part series where I wrote for her ship and she wrote for mine! I think it turned out really cute!! ^^

To read her story, click here! (There will also be a link at the end of this fic.)

Word Count: 2060

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Yuno prided himself on keeping his cool at all times. Never showing if he was flustered, shaken, upset, or anything else. He rarely even showed when he was happy. People didn’t know how to read him, and he liked it that way.

“You’re a tough one to beat, my rival,” Leopold Vermillion said grandly, hands on his hips as he grinned down at Asta, who was sitting beside Yuno. The two of them had tried to take a few minutes to catch up before going back to their respective headquarters with their squads, but as usual, someone had come to interrupt them.

Not that Yuno minded this one. Not that he’d let himself smile up at the redhead who wasn’t even looking at him.

“So are you,” Asta replied to him now, leaning back on his elbows and smirking. “But I won’t quit! I’ll surpass you and Yuno and everyone to become the Wizard King!”

Leo laughed in that particular Vermillion way and gave Asta a thumbs-up, turning to catch up to his sister, who was screaming at him to get back in line. “I won’t forget it – and right back at you, my rival! See you next time.”

Yuno watched him leave, proud of himself for not giving away what was going on inside of him while in the presence of the fiery young noble.

Until he felt Asta looking at him, and he turned to see his best friend squinting at him in that way he did when he knew something was up, he just hadn’t figured it out yet.

“What?” he asked dryly.

Asta stared at him for another long moment, then his lips curled up into a grin that put Yuno on edge.

“You like him!” Asta declared.

Yuno rolled his eyes and darted his eyes away, willing his ears not to burn and give him away. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys.”

The wind mage hunched his shoulders in an involuntary flinch, turning his head away entirely. “Shut up, Asta.”

“No – wait, that came out…weird. I don’t mind! I think it’s great!” There was a brief pause, and then Asta put a hand on his shoulder and made him turn at least part of the way around so he could see his profile. “Hey, you know you’re my friend no matter what, right? I support you regardless of who you like.”

It was clumsy, but it was Asta, and Yuno felt himself relax. He nodded once in acknowledgement. “I know. Thanks.”

Asta let out a relieved breath, then punched him playfully and reiterated, “But you like him!”

“Again, shut up.”

“How long? What is it about him? I want to know everything!”

“No.”

“Oh, come on,” Asta whined playfully, shaking his shoulder now in an effort to be annoying enough to get his way. “I’ve told you everything about Sister Lily!”

“Never said I wanted to hear any of it,” Yuno replied with a smirk, and then before his friend could sputter an indignant retort, he shrugged his hand away and said, “It doesn’t matter anyway.”

Somehow, that only made Asta more indignant. “What do you mean, it doesn’t matter?”

“It just…doesn’t.” Yuno glanced in the direction Leo had gone, silent for a moment. “He doesn’t exactly have eyes for me.”

Asta was silent too. Then, “What – you think he likes me? Don’t you think I’d notice if someone had feelings for me?”

Yuno couldn’t help but turn to face him incredulously. Was he serious right now? Thoughts of that royal girl from the Black Bulls flitted into his mind, but before he could dwell on them, his friend was talking again.

“He doesn’t like me, Yuno. And even if he did, I’m pretty sure I’m not into guys, so it’s not like I’d be competing with you there—”

“Shut up, Asta.”

The anti-magic boy was beaming so wide at this point it was a wonder his face didn’t split in half. “You’ve got it bad, Yuno! Pleeeeease tell me about it?”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

“Don’t tell me you’re in denial!”

Yuno resolved that saying nothing was probably the best route at this point. When Asta got fired up about something, the only way to ride it out was to keep quiet until he burnt out his own flame.

At least…that was usually a good enough retreat.

“At least admit you’ve got feelings for him,” Asta tried.

Yuno tensed. This was probably bad. It was probably very, very bad for him. He darted a glance at his best friend’s expectant gaze, then away again. He swallowed. The thing was, he wanted to say it. He wanted to talk to Asta about it. He just…couldn’t. What was the point, when he didn’t know if Leo even liked guys, too?

Asta let out a low whistle. “Wow, Yuno. You’ve got it really bad, don’t you?”

The wind mage wanted to tell him to shut up again, but it was no use. His friend was on a roll now, and he’d lost the battle against his burning ears a long time ago.

The hand on his shoulder was back, and Asta’s voice was surprisingly gentle as he said, “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll help you loosen up enough to get the words out.”

It was a trap.

Yuno turned to look at him again just as fingers pinched his side, making him press his lips together to keep the squeak in, his eyes widening.

“Don’t,” he pleaded even as Asta reached for him again, this time succeeding in getting a snicker out of him. “You idiot, dohohohon’t!”

Asta reached for him with both hands now, squeezing and scribbling into his sides, and despite his best efforts, Yuno couldn’t help but break into a grin and giggle softly. He gripped his friend’s wrists and tried to push him away while squirming out of his grasp, but the second he thought he was getting away, his best friend – who knew him and all of his spots all too well – grabbed onto his leg and squeezed his kneecap.

“Hehehehey!” Yuno snickered, forced to either take it or try to fight him off again and choosing the latter. He leaned forward to push him away, and that’s when Asta really struck.

“Gotcha!” the smaller boy declared triumphantly, tackling Yuno to the ground and swinging a leg over to straddle his, fingers digging into his sides ruthlessly.

Yuno gasped and burst into more consistent giggles, unable to squirm nearly as much thanks to Asta’s weight on his legs. “Ehehehehehehehe! Dohohohohohohon’t!”

The anti-magic boy grinned down at him. “Feeling loosened up yet, Yuno? Hmm?”

“Nohohohohohohohoho!”

“Don’t worry – I’ll get you to admit your feelings eventually.” Asta smirked and slipped a sneaky hand up Yuno’s shirt to scribble at his lowest set of ribs teasingly. Yuno squeaked and arched to try and escape, but it was all for naught. “Hehe, still a good spot, eh? Tickle, tickle!”

If Yuno’s ears had been burning before, they were an inferno now. He instinctively covered up his face with one hand while frantically trying to push Asta away from his ribs with the other. “Dohohohohon’t dohohohoho thahahahahahahat, Asta!”

“Hmmm?” Asta hummed teasingly, pulling Yuno’s face-covering hand away and scribbling into his now exposed ribs at the same time. “Don’t do what?”

“You knohohohohohohow whahahahahahahat!” The wind mage couldn’t help but let out a snort when Asta tweaked his bottom set playfully. His friend’s face lit up like a sunrise, and Yuno whined through his increasing giggles. “Nohohohohoho, plehehehehehehease! Ahahahahahahasta!”

“Just admit it, Yuno – you’ve got it bad for Leeeeeeo~” Asta giggled along with him, scooting up so he was straddling his friend’s waist now, both hands under the taller boy’s shirt to tickle his skin directly. Both of them knew from years of experience that it was a surefire way to get him to give in.

“Shuhuhuhuhuhuhut up!” Yuno pleaded, snorting again, trying uselessly to twist away.

“Nooooope!” Asta was being purposely annoying, and it was only making everything tickle so much worse! “You liiiiiike him! Just admit it and I’ll let you go~”

Yuno was losing his mind. Technically speaking Asta wasn’t tickling him very hard and he wasn’t even going for his worst spot, but the consistency and the teasing were what were driving him up the wall. He wanted to say it…he just couldn’t!

“I cahahahahahahan’t, Asta – plehehehehehehease!” he tried begging, but his refusal only sparked more determination in his never-give-up best friend.

“Oh, you can – and you will!” Asta pressed his thumbs into Yuno’s ribs and began creating tiny, ticklish circles as he teased, “Maybe this will convince you to admit it!”

“Ahahahahahahahasta!” Yuno cried, arms flying down to try and cover himself up, push him away, anything – but Asta only forced his arms to the ground and scooted up even further to sit on them too, rendering him totally helpless and with even less mobility. “Gehehahahahahaha! Plehehehehehehease, stahahahahahahap!”

“You like Leo~” Asta sang at him, grinning when Yuno laughed so hard at the combined tickling and teasing that he began to wheeze. “That’s all you have to say! Just admit it to yourself – you’ll feel better afterwards!”

All Yuno knew at this point was how much Asta’s gentle consistency tickled, and he’d laughed so much his head was a fuzzy warm blanket that didn’t understand the concept of embarrassment or reservation anymore. He whined, and Asta’s thumbnails dug into those incredibly ticklish spots on his ribs, and finally the words slipped out of him without him entirely realizing it.

“I like him! I lihihihihihihihike him! Plehehehehease, Asta!” Yuno tossed his head back and cackled when his friend dug in even harder for a moment just for good measure. “Ahahahahahahasta!”

“Heh, all right, I’ll stop.” Asta let up as promised and climbed off of his friend, leaving him a gasping, giggling mess on the ground. The smaller boy ruffled his hair playfully. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

For a few more moments, Yuno lay there giggling and clutching his ribs protectively, grinning up at the darkening sky. Then his smile flickered and he let out a resigned breath. “I’ve…liked him for a while now.”

Asta crossed his legs and leaned forward eagerly, like they were kids back in school at story time. He nodded encouragingly. “How long?”

“It’s been coming on so gradually I can’t even say. I can’t pinpoint exactly when I realized.” Yuno glanced away again, in the direction Leo had gone several minutes ago now. “But I don’t want to dwell on it too much.”

“Why not?”

“Well…how am I to know if he likes guys or not?”

Asta smirked. “You could always ask him.”

“That would be as good as admitting I have feelings,” Yuno grumbled.

“And that’s a problem because…?” Asta asked. When his friend didn’t reply, he nodded again. “I could ask him if you want.”

“No.” Yuno shook his head and turned to look at him, eyes serious. “I’ll do it. Just…when the time is right.” He paused, then sighed again. “But he’s a noble. They have rules about who they can be with.”

“Leo isn’t next in line for his house or anything,” Asta reminded him gently, nudging him with his foot. “You have a chance, Yuno.”

At that moment, a third voice joined theirs, making both of them jump.

“There you are, Asta,” the royal girl from the Black Bulls that Yuno had recalled earlier strode up to them, frowning at her teammate. “I know you want to catch up with your friend, but Captain Yami is getting impatient. We have to go.”

“Aww, all right,” Asta said, getting to his feet and helping Yuno to his after him. He held out his fist. “Catch you later, Yuno. And good luck.” He winked.

Yuno kept his face impassive now that it wasn’t just the two of them anymore, but he nodded and tapped Asta’s fist with his own – their signature sign-off. “Later, Asta.”

He watched the two of them leave, Asta chattering away and his lady friend trying and failing to look like she wasn’t hanging on every word. He chuckled to himself, remembering his friend’s claim that he’d be able to tell if someone had feelings for him.

You’re just as hopeless as I am, he thought. Then he turned and went to search for his own teammates.

~~~

Part 2 by giggily-squiggily!

#fanfiction #tickle fic #black clover #yuno #asta #leopold vermillion #implied yunleo #playful #fluff #platonic #friends #tickling #ticklish #tickle #collab

[lee-lucius]

Tickletober Day 6: Creep

Summary: When Luck tries to goad Magna into a fight, he has to go to extreme measures to do so.

Word Count: 1,044

Magna was proud to be a member of the Black Bulls. He loved his squad, looked up to his Captain, and donned his robe with pride. The Bulls would be everything he had dreamed of, if it wasn't for one person.

Luck.

Luck, his counterpart, who found new ways to annoy him everyday. Whether it was stealing, taunting, or just generally being a menace, Magna was done with it. He wasn't sure why Luck had always seemed particularly fixated on him. Maybe it was because they were the same age or had been recruited at the same time or how easily Magna always gave in. But he wouldn't anymore. 

He refused to fall for the blonde's little tricks and give him what he wanted. There was no way he'd be provoked into fighting Luck again.

It worked well enough for the first day. When Magna ignored his teasing, he quickly moved on to harassing Finral, making him breath a sigh of relief and allowing him to enjoy a somewhat peaceful day.

The next day was worse. Luck somehow seemed more hyper than usual, literally bouncing off the walls and terrorizing anyone in sight. Not even Yami's yelling could stop him.

Magna, like all the others, did his best to avoid him. He only could for so long.

He was out in the woods behind the base practicing his Exploding Fireball when Luck found him. He was in mid-pitch, arm raised with mana gathered in his palm, when Luck jumped onto his back, making the fireball explode right in his face.

Luck, unscathed, cackled directly in his ear while Magna seethed. 

"Hey, that one was pretty powerful! Try the next one out on me, okay?"

"Get off, you ass!" Magna hissed, pulling at Luck's arms that tightened around his neck.

"Not until you agree to fight me!"

Magna would've yelled at him again if his oxygen supply wasn't being cut off. Luck must've realized because he marginally relaxed his grip so he wasn't choking him anymore. His hand brushed across Magna's neck, making him giggle as he tried to regain his breath.

"Come on, Mags! Let's fight! You're having fun already!"

"No I'm not! Go bother someone else already!"

"Then why are you laughing like a little girl?"

He growled, face heating up and efforts to pull Luck away reinvigorated. "I didn't!"

Magna managed to wrench away one of Luck's arms which began poking at his side as the other held on tighter. "Yes you did! Girly Magna!"

He grunted, trying to squirm away from Luck's touch. He didn't know if Luck knew what he was doing, but he didn't want him of all people to know how embarrassingly ticklish he was. 

He knew how to stop it. But he didn't want to give into Luck so easily. The battle-obsessed freak would have to find someone else to fight this time. He was a man. He could handle a little tickling and remove Luck with some of his dignity still intact. His resolve slowly crumbled as Luck continued poking him, more giggles slowly breaking through.

"See? You did it again!"

Magna kept quiet. He knew if he tried to talk he wouldn't be able to contain his laughter anymore. Luck's hand moved too fast for Magna to grab it, darting around to poke randomly at his torso. Switching between swatting at Luck's free hand and pulling at the one wrapped around him, he desperately tried to free himself, biting down hard on his bottom lip to try and maintain his composure. 

Luck hummed in thought, "Why do you keep laughing? Is it because I'm poking you?"

His blush deepened as he shook his head. "Shut uhuhup!"

He experimentally squeezed his side, and Magna couldn't hold it back anymore. A bark of laughter burst from him as he swatted at him and squirmed. 

Luck, the bastard, laughed at him. "You're pretty weird, Mags."

He was weird, and he took pride in it. He was a weird, off-putting delinquent. That's what it meant to be a Black Bull. But that, for whatever reason, was the last straw for Magna. 

He held his hand behind his back, drawing mana, and exploded a fireball on both of them. Luck cackled in delight, electricity singeing Magna's back as he finally jumped off to face him head-on.

Afterwards, Magna panted, lying on the forest floor next to his asshole friend who was relishing in his victory. 

"That was fun! Wanna go again?"

"No," Magna sighed, glaring at Luck over his sunglasses.

Luck sat up, kneeling beside and peering at Magna with an odd look on his face. Before Magna could ask him what he was doing, he reached out to poke Magna's side again, making him jerk back with a gasp.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

Magna sat up, pulling his knees up to his chest to protect himself while wearily eyeing Luck. "You're the one who keeps doing it, asshole!"

The audacious fucker looked annoyed like Magna was the problem. He shifted, pulling at strands of grass and slowly shook his head. "No. You keep laughing whenever I touch you."

"Wha—you… do you not know what tickling is?"

He shook his head.

"Well," Magna smirked, cracking his knuckles, "then I guess I'll have to show you."

Luck didn't object; he only looked curiously at Magna who dove forward, scribbling his hands across his stomach.

Shrieking, Luck shoved Magna away and jumped to his feet, clutching his stomach.

Magna laughed at his overreaction. Luck might have been even more ticklish than him. "That's tickling. Seriously, that's never happened to you before?"

"No. It's weird."

"Yeah, well, since you already got me…" Magna stood up, inching towards Luck with a menacing look, "it's only fair if I get revenge."

Luck, the fool, was never one to back down from a fight. Even one he was certain to lose.

Magna tackled him, and they wrestled around on the ground, laughing as they were covered with dirt and grass and leaves. Luck pinned him first, experimentally prodding at his skin while he giggled helplessly. After he had his fun, Magna flipped them over and dug into Luck's hips until he was screaming.

As it turned out, Magna could enjoy a fight with Luck.

#my writing #tickling #tickle fic #tickletober #tickletober 2023 #crow's tickletober 2023 #black clover #black clover tickle #black clover tickling #luck voltia #magna swing #magluck #lee!Magna #ler!Luck #ticklish!Magna

[driftiscat]

"Brother and Sister"

I am in Black Clover right now, and I gotta do my boi some justice, enjoy!

Lee: Fuegoleon

Ler: Mereoleona

Ever since Mereoleona took over the Crimson Lions, Fuegoleon has been pushing himself to become stronger and prove that he's still the captain of the squad.

Mereoleona, though she found her brothers training pointless, was annoyed by it. He was wasting his energy on nothing. She could care less, but she knew the other captains would, at least some.

"Brother, I suggest you stop." Mereoleona said bluntly, crossing her arms. "Why, may I ask?" Fuegoleon turned to his elder sister. She looked unnecessarily annoyed, and it confused Fuegoleon.

"You are just wasting your strength." She scowled, Fuegoleon huffed, he wasn't going to ve orders around, she was more then likely jealous he was getting stronger.

"I'm fine." Fuegoleon said, turning away from his sister, the red-head grumbled at this. She suddenly got a large smirk as she crept behind Fuegoleon then tackled him.

"Hey!" Fuegoleon yelped. He glanced at his sister in annoyance. "What are you doing?" He asked, "If you won't stop, then I'll make you!" She smirked, scribbling her fingers on Fuegoleon's ribs. The fire mage yelped.

"Eheh- whahait, sihihister!" He squirmed. His sisters smirk only grew as he struggled beneath her. "Give up, will you?" She mocked, poking at his ribs as she "counted" each of them.

"Hahahah! Stahahahp it!" The red-head biy giggled. His sister only smirked more. "Give up?" He snickered at her, "Nehehver!".

Mereoleona got a glint in her eyes, Fuegoleon hesitated before he could speak Mereoleona hands shot up to his armpits.

"EEK! MEHEHEHERO! HAHAHH STAHAHAHP HEHEHEAHHA!" She grinned as he struggled, his face heating up to a soft red. She wiggled her fingers like crazy on Fuegoleon's pits, digging deep to worsen her brothers lesson.

"STAHAHHAP! I GHHIHIVE- HEHHAHH!" He laughed, flailing, Mereoleona knew he said he gave up, but him and her haven't been that close, being so different made it hard, but he's her little brother she can't miss this, just a little more.

"Oh?" She teased, "You give up?" She grinned. "HAHAHA JUHUHUST STAHAHAHP!" He screamed. Mereoleona found it funny how her brother was losing his composure. With a mocking grin, she finally stopped.

Fuegoleon panted, giggling to himself, "I'll get you for that.."

"Have fun trying." Mereoleona grinned.

#Black Clover #fuegoleon vermillion #mereoleona vermillion #tickle fight #tickle fic #tickle storys #lee!fuegoleon #ler!mereoleona #Black clover tickles

[rachi-roo]

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Black Clover: New High score!

Yaaaay! I'm so happy to see Black Clover thriving on this platform again ^^

Summary: Tiggle fic. Luck and Magna have had an ongoing contest with each other to see who has better endurance, and Asta wants in. Even though he doesn't know what he's gotten himself into.

Characters: Lee Asta, Ler Magna, Luck and ler Vanessa.

Tw: None

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"That was not half an hour! It was twenty-nine minutes and fifty-eight seconds." Magna grumbled as he and Luck shoved each other through the main doors. Both looking out of breath and scruffier than usual.

Luck grinned, bouncing on Magnas shoulders. "Was not! It was half an hour! Three minutes longer than you lasted, Maggie."

Upon hearing their voices, Asta poked his head around the corner, pouting as he noticed their messy clothes. "HEY! Don't tell me you've been working out without me!"

Magna plopped down on the couch, rotating his shoulder in its socket as it ached. "Working out? Not really. We've just beeeeen, uuh, testing out each other's endurance-"

"Endurance training!? Without me?!"

"Well, no it's just-" The ex-punk wasn't sure, this was a sort of inside joke that he and Luck had been doing for ages now. Over Asta's shoulder, he spotted Luck giving him a nod as he grinned. He wanted to let Asta in on their little game, just for a laugh.

Magna's uneasy expression changed into a smug grin, as long as Luck didn't mind, he was down for getting Asta involved. "I don't know, little guy, it might be a bit too much for someone as inexperienced as you." He shrugged, watching Astas face twist into one of absolute disgust.

Luck chimed in with a grin. "What if we went easy on him the first time?"

"I bet I can take it! I'm tough! I'm strong! I've been working out every day of my life! Look at these guns! Look. At. Them!" The small wizard flexed his arms in an attempt to impress his friends, desperate to get in on the action.

Magna held up his hands in defeat. "Okaaaay, okay buddy. But you need to be prepared for a rough ride. And we won't be held responsible for whatever happens."

"You can't scare me! Let's do this! I'm pumped! YEEEEAH!" He was vibrating with excitement. Magna and Luck exchanged smirks, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

"Uh-huh, yeah, woohoo. First things first," Magna started, standing from the couch and stretching. "Lose the jacket and cloak. And hand over your belt-"

"Done!" Asta practically threw his clothing at Magna, standing like a pokemon sprite, all poised and ready to fight. "C'mon, c'mon!"

"Haha! He's so hyper!" Luck giggled.

"You're one to talk." Magna huffed, taking Asta's wrists and binding them together with his belt, earning a confused look from the short boy.

"What, uh, are you doing?" He asked, tugging slightly on the belt before yelping as Luck shoved him onto the couch.

"Not to worry! All part of the test." The electric blonde chuckled. "C'mon, arms up! Up!" Magna and Luck took their positions. Asta laid on the couch whilst Luck held his arms up, Magna sat on his waist.

"Alright, last chance kid. You sure you want to do this?" Magna smirked, cracking his knuckles, smirking at Luck.

"Yeah! Wait what are we do-IHIHIIII!" Asta's body suddenly spasmed as he felt the unmistakable feeling of fingers shaking into his tummy, instinctively yanking his arms down to defend himself. Magna tutted as Luck shook his head.

"Damn, not even a second. I thought he'd be tougher than you, Magna. Guess not." Asta pouted, looking at Magna as he shrugged.

"Doesn't look like it, oh well, maybe when he gets stronger we can-"

"No! No, I got it! I just wasn't expecting you to tickle me! Start again!" Asta puffed his chest, putting his arms back over his head, bracing himself for the ticklish onslaught.

"Alright," Magna chuckled, flexing his fingers over Asta's clothes stomach, the flesh trying to hide away from the digits as Asta sucked inward. "My longest time is twenty-nine minutes by the way." And with that, the attack started again, the white shirt Asta wore offered little to no defence as Magna scribbled and squeezed the puppy fat on his tummy.

"Pffff-! Ahahaha! Oho gahahad!" The ticklish wizard managed to resist the urge to defend himself this time, trying his best to leave his arms up in Luck's grip. "I-Ihihi! I got thihihis!" He beamed, his heels digging into the couch as he tensed.

"Oh yeah? What iiiiif we move on up a little?" Magna hummed, moving to pinch at Astas lower ribs, rubbing his thumbs in circular motions on the protruding bone. Asta's hips bucked, that spot surprisingly more sensitive than the other.

"AAAH! Ah! Geheheez!" He shook his head, twisting his torso back and forth.

Luck giggled at Asta's reaction. "Oh wowwie! He's so loud!" He said in a raised voice so he was heard over Asta's ridiculously loud cackling and yelling. Happy yelling. But loud, contagious yelling.

"He sure is. I wonder what noise he'll make if I do this! Coochie, coochie, coo, loud mouth." And so began the teasing as Magna shoved his hands up inside Asta's shirt, vibrating his fingers into the front of his ribs, just below his pecks. The noise that followed caused a flock of birds to scatter in the nearby trees outside. You'd think someone was being murdered.

"GYAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAA!" After completely emptying his lungs, Asta took in a sharp breath, laughter falling silent for a brief moment. Magna and Luck couldn't help but laugh with the boy and be amazed by how he was holding up. He did need to breathe though, Magna thought.

"I think we should stop for now, you're going to loose your voice kid-"

"NOHO! No! I-IYAHAHA! Icandothis!" Asta blurted out before falling into a bout of giggles. Magna shrugged, continuing the tickling tournament. He looked up, feeling the weight on the couch behind him shift, then smiled upon hearing the voice.

Vanessa's silk tone greeted them with a chuckle as she sat on the couch, crossing her legs and trapping Asta's ankles between her thighs. "Well, well, what are we doing in here?" She asked, already knowing exactly what they were up to. She had seen Luck and Magna do this to each other before. "Say, Asta, want me to help? A big strong wizard like you can surely take more than just Magna's training." She chuckled, playfully slipping Asta's boots off, all whilst he's still in hysterics.

"Gihive me your wohorst!" He blurted out, of course, he could take more than this! He's going to be the wizard King! With the okay given, Vanessa started slowly dragging her nice pointed nails up and down Asta's soles, making his little toes curl as he tensed his legs up.

"AHAHAAAA!"

"Ooh, I think he likes that." She smiled. Through all Asta's squirming, his headband had slipped over his eyes, deepening the tickly sensations as his other senses were heightened. A flurry of warmth filled his belly. His cheeks and nose a soft pink, along with the tips of his ears.

He was indeed holding up very well. Between Magna mercilessly switching between Asta's tummy and ribs and Vanessa now scratching on the paw-pad-like toes, surely he would break soon.

Some time passed when Asta finally felt at the end of his rope. His breath getting shallow and his throat became dry. "Okahay-! Ah-AHA! OKAHAY! I GIVE! STAHAP!" And instantly, the tickling stopped.

Luck untied Asta's wrists, Magna and Vanessa removed themselves from their Asta-shaped seats, allowing the tuckered-out boy to curl up on himself, still giggling like a loon. He slowly peeled his headband from over his eyes, smiling at his friends.

"That was impressive kiddo, lemme get you some water." Vanessa smiled, fetching a glass of cool H20 to rehydrate the shrivelled little man.

Asta graciously took the glass, sipping between giggles. "Hah..... ehehe.... H-How long..... Did I last?"

Magna petted his hair, sympathetically. "That was eighteen minutes and forty-four seconds. Not beating us this time but, hey! At least you got a score higher than zero." He chuckled, prodding Asta's cheek.

The boy sighed. "I need to get better! Let's go again! Right now!" He moved to lie down again when Vanessa stopped him. "I don't think so, kid. You're tired enough as is now. Maybe another day. Right?" She asked, looking at Magna who nodded in agreement. They didn't want to burn him out completely.

Asta nodded, he was pretty tired after all that. He'd have to think of a way to strengthen his core maybe. Work on being able to turn off his tickle receptors as well as his pain ones then the time needed. As he sat thinking of how to improve, he found himself starting to doze, leaning back into the couch cushions.

This new tool that could be used against him and needed to be dealt with. After a long nap that is.

#black clover #black clover asta #black clover tickles #tickle fic #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #Lee Asta #ler magna #ler Vanessa #luck black clover

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

AU Generator tag game

tagged by multiple people but this one is for the tag from this one was from @ian-galagher WILLOWWWW

rules (more or less): use this au generator to assign you an au, this fan fiction trope generator to give you a trope/situation/sometimes another au, feel free to keep clicking until you get something that inspires you.

then try to come up with the title, plot, vibe, and details of a fic including whatever the generators gave you. you don’t actually have to write it, just put the concept into the world! this is basically just a thought experiment.

au generator gave me: school AU

fic trope generator gave me: Take a stab at a soulmark AU where you have the first thing your soulmates says to you like a birthmark on your body. (i fuckin LOVE IT)

title: Do You Know How Much A Polar Bear Weighs? Enough To Break The Ice

let's plot: fuck yeah this is cute and adorable.

It's the first day of school of Ian's freshmen year, it's science class and there's a few older students that were held back, Mickey is one of them.

The teacher has everyone fill out a "Classmate Bingo" card as a way to introduce the kids to one another and keep them occupied.

Mickey starts off not wanting to do shit but the teacher mentions whoever finishes in the top three gets a prize of some kind. He's up for it because if it's food it means he won't go hungry til the free school breakfast tomorrow. If it's extra credit he'll need all he can get to pass the class this year.

Ian is nervous and excited at the same time about starting a new school and a new class, he nervously goes around asking people questions correlating to the bingo card, "Can you do a cartwheel?" "Can you speak more than two languages?" until all of his squares are filled.

Mickey is falling behind already and it's pissing him off until he hears "Someone with a tattoo? is the teacher playing?" he turns to where he heard the voice and grins, the redhead hasn't been one to get crossed off his list and he beelines it to Ian.

"Fuck You Up Red. " He says showing his knuckle tattoos to Ian.

Ian grins and holds out his bingo card where Mickey can sign his name, when he starts to feel a tingling sensation on his ribs, almost like someone was tickling him.

He giggled a little as he looked at the bingo card Mickey thrusts at him.

He catches Mickey's eye as he crosses off "can touch tongue to nose" and at Mickey's bewildered look he said "That's not the only thing I can do with my tongue." before breaking into a deep scarlet blush not realizing the innuendo he just said.

Mickey feels a tingling on his ribs and curious he cocks an eyebrow, "What the fuck do you mean Red?"

Ian stammers out, "I mean I can roll it into a clover shape."

Mickey rolls his eyes with a laugh, "Made it sound like you were sucking dick or something red."

Ian is still blazing crimson when as a way of escape he slaps the bingo paper on the teachers desk and grabs the bathroom pass.

He practically runs out of the classroom and goes to the bathroom trying to keep the flames from blazing down the rest of his skin.

While he's hanging in a stall he texts Fiona about the tingling on his ribs and she asks if he got bit by something.

He raises his shirt to inspect the area and sees "Fuck You Up Red" in black script along his ribs.

his eyes widen in shock and he goes back to class, not sure whether to bombard Mickey or give him space.

He finally decides to go and sit next to Mickey after he gets back, moving desk groups to Mickey's where he is the only one.

"The fuck you want Red?" Mickey asks when Ian comes to sit by him.

Ian's blush is back, or it never faded, "I uh figured you helped me finish the bingo card, is it okay if I sit here?"

Mickey shrugs and rubs his ribs absentmindedly.

Ian's eyes widen and he says, "Did you get a mosquito bite there too? Strange I got one earlier, have a big mark now."

"I fucking hate mosquitoes." Mickey mutters moving to lift his shirt.

"NO!" Ian shouts, shocking Mickey enough to drop his shirt, and the rest of the class enough to have all twenty pairs of eyes on him.

As his blush burns he stammers, "Sorry, thought I saw a spider."

The rest of the class goes back to what they were doing and Ian turns to Mickey, who is studying him with peaked brows.

"Um, You might want to do that in the bathroom, when I saw mine it was very um surprising, I couldn't believe it." Ian stammered.

Mickey rolled his eyes but got up and grabbed the bathroom pass, going to the bathroom.

When he gets there he raises his shirt and looks at it in the mirror.

And feels like he is going to pass out at the words engraved there.

anyone who hasn't been tagged feel free!

#yes I love soulmarks #gallavich #au random tag #ian play what cool gallagher

[loosesodamarble]

heyo , hru ? congrats on your milestone of 300 followers and happy new year ! for your event , pls : henry (black clover) and b1. (blank) was 99% sure—no 100% sure that they were doing it on purpose. in a romantic scenario.

I'm doing well, Anon! I feel a little bad that it's been taking a while to write the fics for this event but with each one I put out, I feel better because I've felt good about each and every one of them!

Thank you for participating in the follower event and my near year thus far has been a pretty happy one!

Now... ONTO THE REQUEST~! 💖

Summary: Just a simple tale of how you and Henry had your first kiss. Genre: fluff Word count: ~700 Note: In this fic, Henry's curse is broken but his physical frailty remains so I depict him using a walking aid when not using magic to reinforce himself.

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Had it happened once, Henry would’ve thought it was merely an accident. Twice, a coincidence. He might’ve even written it off at three instances. But after one month of it consistently happening, Henry was 99% sure—no 100% sure that you were doing it on purpose.

What was it that you were doing exactly?

Whenever you kissed Henry, you never kissed him on the lips.

With his curse lifted, Henry wanted as much physical contact with you as possible. There were years of lost time and opportunities to make up for. He wanted to hold your hand and bump shoulders with you. Feel your hand in his hair. Lay your legs on top of one another while sharing a couch. And most of all, kiss.

Kisses on the cheek and nose happened plenty of times. You’d kissed his hands a couple of times. A kiss on the chin tickled Henry a bit and they were probably his favorite. But the two of you had yet to share a kiss on the lips.

It left Henry confused and disappointed. Until he decided it was time for answers.

“Can we hang out later?” he asked during the chaos of dinner, to which you happily agreed.

There was the soft click-clack of Henry’s walking aids as you two made your way to his room.

“I hope… I’m not being too clingy… asking for attention… like this,” Henry commented along the way.

“Not at all!” you cheerfully replied. “I actually like it when you’re forward!”

“You do?” Henry raised a brow at you. “But didn’t… you say—?”

“I love how gentle you are?” you finished for him. It’s not that Henry doubted your memory of your own confession to him but he was curious if anything had changed. “Yes. I did and I still do, very much. But you being straightforward with what you want is charming too.” You threw your head back and laughed. “Especially since you still manage to be so polite about it!”

Your laughter and that sunny grin of yours made Henry feel light. Not just because he adored you so. But without even meaning it, you encouraged him to go through with his plan.

“So then… would you like it if… I said that I wanted you and I… to kiss?” Henry asked without any hesitation.

Your head seemed to snap with the speed at which it turned to look up at him. You hadn’t lost yourself entirely as your stride didn’t falter, but the motion of your head indicated being caught off guard.

“Honestly?” you asked quietly. Henry nodded in reply. “Well obviously. I mean, I kiss you all the time—”

“But never on the lips… And I’d like to kiss your lips…”

“Oh?” Your face began to turn pink. “So you finally noticed?” You didn’t look away from Henry as you spoke. Your lips twitched upward until they formed an awkward smile.

Henry had been right! It was no mistake on your part to avoid kissing him on the lips. But that begged the question,

“Why?” Henry asked as you two came to a stop in front of his door. “If you’re so eager to kiss me all the time…?” His voice trailed off but you both knew the end of the question.

“Well, this may sound silly but it never felt like the right time,” your voice pitched upward near the end, making the answer sound more like another question. “I wanted our first time kissing like that to be, you know, special?”

At your words, Henry let out a breathy laugh.

“Oh dear… That’s very silly…”

Henry leaned down and brushed his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes and let himself bask in your presence for a moment.

“What makes a kiss special… is how we feel about it…” he whispered to you. “So every kiss… will be special… to me…”

Henry nudged your head with his own, coaxing you into tilting back until the angle was just right.

“May I?”

You swallowed audibly.

“Go right ahead.”

Your lips were chapped. His were worse to be perfectly honest.

Henry pulled away from you, smiling.

You smiled back and nodded your head.

You both were 100% sure you’d be kissing a lot more in the future.

#questions from the ask box #henry legolant #henry legolant x reader #black clover #black clover fanfic #awesome anons #bringing in the new year #a moment in time #x reader #reader insert

[shoto-chann]

Warning: Exciting News

I have some major exciting news for those who are interested. I am currently working on a series that I will post from time to time, and I am in need of people to help create it. It is called "Tickle Monsters: United Quests" and it's free to join. If anyone is interested, send me a dm and we can work together.

This series involves 8 lovely tickle monsters who keep tickling alive in different universes (Naruto, My Hero Academia, Heroes Of Olympus, Marvel, Black Clover, and many other universes). It's completely free to be a part of this project. If you are interested, you can dm me for the following roles:

1. Tickle Monsters (6 spots opened)

2. Tickle Monsters Assistants (8 spots opened)

3. Artists (3 spots opened)

This project is why I've been slow in posting fics, but I promise this will be worth the wait for those requesting fics (like Lee! Bakugo and Ler! Tsu, Lee! Muichiro and Ler! Tanjiro, Lee! Todoroki and Ler! Dekusquad, Lee! Kakashi, Ler! Naruto and Sasuke, Lee! Ojiro, Ler! Hagakure, etc.) and those who waited patiently for more.

Reblog this post to spread the word for those who wanna be involved. Thank you so much for your patience and support. I look forward to working with you all.

That's all for now. Until next time,

❄️🔥 shoto-chann 🔥❄️ out

[ao3feed-skullgirls]

Askbox Only Foot Fetish

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2jb5UHM

by ABoredPerson

This is primarily only foot fetish stuff

Words: 1490, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), Naruto, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations, Bleach (Anime & Manga), ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man, One Piece (Anime & Manga), Highschool DxD (Anime), Record of Ragnarok (Manga), Soul Eater (Anime & Manga), Parahumans Series - Wildbow, Fairy Tail, Dragon Ball, 転生したらスライムだった件 - 伏瀬 | Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken | That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime - Fuse, Overlord - Maruyama Kugane & Related Fandoms, 七つの大罪 - 鈴木央 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins - Suzuki Nakaba (Anime & Manga), Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Fate/stay night & Related Fandoms, 世界でいちばん強くなりたい! | Sekai de Ichiban Tsuyoku Naritai! | Wanna Be the Strongest in the World!, 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), Black Clover - Tabata Yuki (Anime & Manga), Yu-Gi-Oh! - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, ダンジョンに出会いを求めるのは間違っているだろうか | DanMachi | Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? (Anime), D.Gray-man (Anime & Manga), Akame ga Kill! (Anime & Manga), Kingdom Hearts (Video Games), Ranma 1/2, DCU, Marvel, Kill la Kill (Anime & Manga), Dangan Ronpa Series, Star Wars - All Media Types, Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat (Video Games), Skullgirls (Video Game), Tekken (Video Games), Super Smash Brothers, Steven Universe (Cartoon), Danny Phantom, Star vs. The Forces Of Evil, Ben 10 Series, Xiaolin Showdown (Cartoon), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Dead or Alive (Video Games)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Additional Tags: Foot Fetish, Socks, Scents & Smells, femboy, Tickle Fights, Tickling, Foot Jobs, Foot Massage, Foot licking, Mind Control, Askbox Fic

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2jb5UHM

#skullgirls #fanfiction

[duckymcdoorknob]

𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 4: 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓢𝓹𝓸𝓽

Ah, the stinkies 😍

Loving these writings so far :3

Sorry I’m late y’all! A bitch needs some beddy time every now and again.

Tags: @rachi-roo (THANK YOU FOR THE HELP!!!) @chrimsss @giggly-squiggily

—this do have tickles below the cut ngl—

Out of all of the fighting that Magna and Luck did, it was a bit shocking when the hyperactive blonde had suggested a day off from battles between the two. Instantly, Magna was on his case like a detective.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?” The mohawked mage asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Still me! Still Luck, just Luck with an ouchie.” The boy replied, holding his shoulder and turning his arm. The grimace on his face couldn’t be ignored, and Magna frowned.

“An ‘ouchie’, eh? What’d you do?” Magna stepped toward the blonde, only to have him jump back with an angry look. “What?”

“No! You’re gonna be mean to me!” The lightning mage replied with a pout.

“I’m not gonna-“

“No! You’re gonna come twist my arm and call me a baby, so just go away! It’s not that bad, we can fight again tomorrow,” Luck whined.

Magna laid a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder and applied a quarter ounce of pressure. Luck instantly opened his mouth with hitched breath as his hand shot up to grab the latter’s.

“Hey, ow!” The boy hissed.

“Not that bad, my ass,” the flame mage sneered, placing a hand on Luck’s back. “Come on, let’s go get you some of Charmy’s food, and get you resting up.”

The cheery berserker followed in defeat, not knowing how to handle being out of commission.

—

After listening to his teammate and taking a nap, and eating a dish made by Charmy, he was feeling a lot better. The boy woke up with bright eyes and a big smile as he heard a knock on his door.

“How you holdin’ up, bud?” Magna entered with a patent grin, sitting down next to him on the bed.

“Much better! My shoulder must’ve just been in a weird place when I slept or something. Go ahead and test me, I’m cured!”

A brilliant idea of vengeanceto check on his friend’s shoulder brought a smile to the mohawked boy’s lips. “Healed, eh? You want me to test it? Here, lay down flat.”

A prideful grin tugged on Luck’s face as he flopped into his bed, face down. “Give me your worst, I can take it!”

“Oh I’m planning to…” Magna muttered menacingly as he cracked his knuckles. “Let’s see how much you can handle, big shot.” He sat atop of Luck’s bottom, just shy of the boy’s lower back.

“Wait! That’s not what I-” The blonde whined as he tried to kick his way upward. “Hey! Come on- EEP! Mahahahagnahaha! Nohohoho!”

“Oh? I thought you wanted me to do my worst! I’m just checking on your shoulder, that’s all.” Magna cooed as he pinched a “massage” over Luck’s shoulders.

The lightning mage whined as he buried his head into his comforter, trying hard to ignore the ticklish shockwaves being sent through his shoulderblades. “Cohohohome ohohohon! Nahahat fahahahair!”

“Are you sure your shoulder’s better? What about the rest of you?” The flame mage teased, grabbing one of Luck’s arms and holding it over his head. “You think that’s not fair? Try this.”

Blue eyes widened when the lightning mage felt a sudden, unbearable feeling in his lower ribs. “WAITWAITWAIT MAHAHAHAGNAHAHAHA! HYEHEHEHAHAHA!”

“Ohhhh! Magna found a good spot, huh? Gonna getcha, Lucky!” Magna sing-songed as he tweaked his teammate’s ribs. “Now I know a way to put you in your place when you piss me off!”

“NOHOHOHO MAHAHA—snort— MAHAHAGNAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

The flame mage stopped in shocked awe. “Dude! Did you just snort?!”

Luck whined as he buried his head further into the blanket. “L-Leheheave mehehe alohohohohoooooone. Dohohohont behehehe mehehehean.”

“Mean? Oh Luck…” in a quick move, Magna had stood up and flipped the boy onto his back, capturing both wrists in one hand and holding them above his head. “I’m your worst nightmare.”

Little pops of lightning flickered through the room, accentuating the young mage’s frantic giggles as his teammate went in for the kill.

With face flushed and eyes squeezed shut, Luck threw his head back and snorted like a madman as Magna blew raspberry after raspberry all over his torso, infatuated by the adorable sound.

But if you asked him, Luck didn’t seem to mind at all.

🎃————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎————🎃

#t content #augtickletober2023 #black clover #luck #luck voltia #Magna swing #Magna #black clover tickle #black clover fic #lee!luck #ler!magna #ticklish!luck

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Crossover askbox only!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bzlwQ6h

by ABoredPerson

Only crossover ask's are allowed!

Words: 333, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Naruto, Parahumans Series - Wildbow, One Piece (Anime & Manga), Bleach (Anime & Manga), Soul Eater (Anime & Manga), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga), 転生したらスライムだった件 - 伏瀬 | Tensei Shitara Slime Datta Ken | That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime - Fuse, Highschool DxD (Anime), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations, Fairy Tail, Fate/stay night & Related Fandoms, Fate/Grand Order, RWBY, Kill la Kill (Anime & Manga), Hunter X Hunter, ワンパンマン | One-Punch Man, Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Overlord - Maruyama Kugane & Related Fandoms, Black Clover - Tabata Yuki (Anime & Manga), Akame ga Kill! (Anime & Manga), D.Gray-man (Anime & Manga), Rosario + Vampire, 世界でいちばん強くなりたい! | Sekai de Ichiban Tsuyoku Naritai! | Wanna Be the Strongest in the World!, Re:ゼロから始める異世界生活 | Re:Zero Starting Life in Another World (Anime), 七つの大罪 - 鈴木央 | Nanatsu no Taizai | The Seven Deadly Sins - Suzuki Nakaba (Anime & Manga), 史上最強の弟子ケンイチ | History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi, Yu-Gi-Oh! - All Media Types, Dragon Ball, Ranma 1/2, Street Fighter, Tekken (Video Games), Dead or Alive (Video Games), DCU, Marvel, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Star Wars - All Media Types, Dangan Ronpa Series, Kingdom Hearts (Video Games), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), Record of Ragnarok (Manga), She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018), ダンジョンに出会いを求めるのは間違っているだろうか | DanMachi | Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? (Anime), Undertale (Video Game), Super Smash Brothers

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Additional Tags: Foot Fetish, Foot Massage, Socks, Foot licking, Tickling, Tickle Fights, Wrestling, Scents & Smells, Armpit Kink, Futanari, Pegging, Dom/sub, Foot Jobs, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Muscles, Askbox Fic

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/bzlwQ6h

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

[giggly-squiggily]

Voice Check (Black Clover)

Heyo heyo how are y'all today? This is a gift for the lovely @intheticklecloset! I've had a serious craving for some good ol' Yuno Asta antics and this is the result! :D

This takes place during episode 131, so possible spoilers below the cut! (Nothing major- the episode was a filler but also freaking hilarious- y'all check it out kjarjajrjke)

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@duckymcdoorknob @rachi-roo @imjusthere07

Summary: Yuno and Asta take a break during the day. One thing leads to another and soon Yuno is discovering a hilarious quirk about his short best friend.

“Nehehe- stohohp! Asta!” Yuno ducked down with a scrunch, giggling when his friend pressed tickly fingers into his neck. “Cut that out!”

“Heh, you haven’t changed at all!” Asta laughed, ruffling the taller boy’s hair before flopping down in the grass beside them. It was after their assistant teaching gigs; the kids were with Sister Lily at the moment, giving the boys a small break. “Father Orsi used to do that to you all the time when we were kids. You’d be close to tears only to start giggling like crazy!”

“I don’t recall that.” Yuno averted his gaze, his ears tinted red.

“You absolutely did!” Asta grinned, stretching out his arms before tucking them behind his head. “You loved it too.”

“I did not.”

“Did too!”

“Did not.”

“Did too!”

“Do you want me to end you?” Yuno tried to glare, wavering when Asta grinned at him. “Ugh, you’re as annoying as you are short.”

“Heh, yeah- NOW WAIT A MINUTE!” Asta sat up with a huff, earning a small grin from the other. “You jerk- take that back!”

“Or what?” Yuno raised a brow, feeling pretty smug. “What are you going to do?”

There was a stalemate- the two staring each other down with twitching fingers and shifty gazes. A leaf blew by and landed oh so gently…

“Gotcha-whoa!” Asta had leaped forward just as a gust of wind smacked him in the gut, sending him flying backwards. His back hit the ground with barely any pain- Yuno must have used his wind to protect him. What a great guy!

Then said mage was on him, squeezing the ever living daylights out his sides and sending ticklish waves up and across his nervous system. Not a great guy, not a great GUY-

“Yuhuhuhuhuhuhuhno! Ahehahahahhahaha, yohohohohou jeheheheheheerk!” Asta cried, kicking his feet against the grass as his friend began tickling. “Thahahhat whahhahas mihihihihihi mohohohoohohove!”

“Was it now? Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry at all! If anything- he sounded unjustly smug, wearing that damn sly grin as he carried on dancing his fingers across Asta’s ribs. “Should have moved faster, Shortsa.” “Ahehahhahahha! Yuuhuhuhno! Yuuhuhuhno I’m gohohohohonna-NYEHEHAHHA! A cackle ripped out of the shorter mage’s throat when Yuno pressed his thumbs into each side of his belly. “Oohoohooh yoohohoohohu’re boohoohohohold!”

“Bad spot?” A thought crossed his mind then. What would happen if he…

“Aww, what’s wrong? Does it tickle too much, whittle Asta?” He cooed, using the same voice he used when he played house with the kids. He didn’t know why- he had the sudden urge to try it and see what would happen. “Does somebody have a ticklish tummy?”

“AHEHAHAHA!” Asta’s eyes widened and his face flushed a bright shade of pink- a color he never thought he’d see on the other boy. His laughter boomed as the hands going to catch Yuno’s hands quickly retreated, crossing over his face as he looked away with a whine. “Doohoohohon’t aheahhahahaha! Yuuhuhuhnoohohooohoho!”

Yuno blinked, stunned. Did Asta…?

Then it all became clear.

“No way…!” Yuno was grinning now, utterly delighted at the reaction.

“Noohohoohohoho! Nohohoohoho, tahhahaht was a fluhuhuhuke! A flu-UHUUHUHUKE!” Asta all but squealed when Yuno pressed into his lower ribs, leaning in reeeeal close as he did so. When he was barely above Asta’s ear, he released his ultimate spell.

“What’s the matter? Can whittle Asta not handle some tickles on his whittle ribs? Hmm? You can cut down magic with your anti-magic, but you can’t block out how ticklish you are, can you? I should start calling you pinksta for now on with how much you’re blushing~”

Asta couldn’t even make words- only noises through hysterical laughter as he shoved and slapped at Yuno’s shoulders, feet kicking up a storm. “EHAHAHHHAHHAHAHHA!”

“What’s wrong? Got nothing to say now?” Yuno teased, feeling on top of the world. So many times Asta had him in this exact position, flustered and giggly and unable to do more than curl up and take it. To be able to put Asta in a similar state- and with the voice he used to play house with- it was amazing!

Alas, all great things must come to an end. Seeing Asta starting to cough, he immediately retracted his hands, falling back until he was sitting beside him in the cool grass. “Heh, okay. We’re done.”

The smaller mage raised a thumbs up, far too tired to properly respond. Residue giggles and gasps escaped his lips, and tears of mirth gathered in his eyes, threatening to spill. His face- once tomato red- was slowly fading to a more reasonable peach. For a moment, Yuno felt a little bad. Did he go too far?

“Ahehahaha! Hehehhee…lohohohok at you- wehenent from beheeing tihihickled to doohohing the tihihickling!” Asta grinned, sitting up some. “Yohohou’re stiihihll more tihihckclish though!”

Nevermind.

“Shush.” Laughing himself, Yuno fell back into the grass beside him, watching the clouds roll by with his best friend. “Sister Lily’s gonna come get us soon.”

“Yeah.” Asta nodded, but made no moves to get up.

“She’ll probably lecture us for running off like she did when we were kids.”

“Then she’ll tell us if we aren’t home when she gets there we get no potatoes.”

“Heh. She never did mean it. There were always extra.”

Asta laughed, happy. For once in a long time, he felt like he did before the Magic Knights. Yuno wasn’t his rival, or someone competing with him for the title of Wizard king, but just him. Just- Yuno. “I miss this.”

“Hm.” Yuno nodded, no words needed. Instead, he bumped his knuckles into Asta’s, a looser version of their go-to sign off. They spent the rest of their break staring up at the clouds until Sister Lily came around and gave her usual warning, sending them flying down the hill like kids once more.

Asta wouldn't trade it for the world.

Thanks for reading!

#Black Clover #tickle #tickle fic #yuno #asta #platonic #black clover anime spoilers #fluff #I love them your honor kljarjkeajraejrjker #They make my heart happy

[intheticklecloset]

Motivational Squeaker (Black Clover)

Summary: Finral unintentionally finds himself without an assigned chore during a work day, so Magna takes it upon himself to give him a way to be useful.

A/N: Finral is undoubtedly one of my favorite Black Clover characters! He's such a sweetheart, and watching his character development has been amazing. Poor boy tends to get brushed off a lot, though, hence the desire to write a Finral appreciation fic! Short but sweet - enjoy!

Word Count: 1018

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Winter had come to the Clover Kingdom, and with it came all of the chores associated with winter. Insulating the headquarters, gathering firewood, pulling out the heavier blankets for everyone’s rooms, and so on. Today was the day designated to getting it all done, and everyone was on the move.

Asta had been sent out to chop the firewood with his sword, giving him the opportunity to train and get work done at the same time. Magna and Luck were making trips back and forth from him to the storage space inside the Bulls’ headquarters where they kept it all once it was chopped, Noelle and Vanessa were swapping the sheets and blankets on everyone’s beds, and even Gray and Charmy had found things to do to help.

Finral, meanwhile, found himself without an assigned chore, through some miracle (or curse) or other.

Honestly, he was surprised he hadn’t been assigned to firewood duty with the others; Yami almost always had him taxi the firewood from the forest to the base itself to save everyone the extra hassle, but not this time, for reasons unknown. He wanted to help somehow, but with everyone seeming so efficient already, he also didn’t want to get in the way.

He was just beginning to wonder if maybe he should try to do some general cleaning when Magna burst through the door with an armful of logs just a minute after Luck had departed to get another round himself.

“Yo, Finral,” Magna grunted as he lay his stack in the storage area and stretched his back. “What are you doing to help, lazy bones? Just standing there watching us all work?”

Finral wilted a little, but he tried to shrug it off. “Captain Yami didn’t assign me anywhere, so I was just about to start dusting or mopping or…or something.”

Magna gave him a disbelieving look. “Captain Yami didn’t assign you anywhere. Are you sure he didn’t want you to be our taxi like usual and you’re just trying to get out of it?”

“No!” Finral snapped, then realized how it sounded. “I mean, yes, I’m sure! He didn’t, so I’m…I’m trying to find a way to make myself useful. I swear I’m not…lazy.” The brunette let out a huff and dropped his eyes. “Just forgotten.”

“Ouch, dude.” Magna’s voice had softened, and he brushed off his hands as he walked over to his teammate. “I’m sure you’re not forgotten. Listen, I didn’t mean to come off so harsh, okay?”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“Hey.” The fire mage put a hand on his shoulder and shook him once, looking over the rims of his sunglasses to make eye contact. “I’m sorry. You’re not lazy. Well, you are, but I know you’re not trying to be now.”

Finral hated how his insides felt like they were being crushed the more Magna showed pity on him. The delinquent never showed pity on him; he must really be showing off how pathetic he was to get this kind of attention from his teammate.

“It’s fine,” he said again, shrugging him off. “I’ll just go get the cleaning supplies and get to work.”

Magna caught his arm as he turned to leave. “I have a better way you can be useful.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Like this,” Magna said before shoving his hands up into the brunette’s underarms and wiggling.

“Ah! Ahahahaha, wahahahahahait!” Finral squealed, clamping his arms to his sides futilely, squirming and twisting. “Nohohohohoho, whahahahahat are you dohohohohoing?!”

“Messing with you is giving me motivation to keep working hard. It’s like a reward for doing so well out there.” Magna’s grin was wicked, but his voice was playful. He caught Finral by his shirt when he tried to twist away and wrapped an arm around his waist, hugging him close and digging his fingers into his side. “Ah-ah-ah, where do you think you’re going?”

“Plehehehehehehease!” Finral cackled, hands gripping Magna’s arm weakly.

The fire mage chuckled and wormed his fingers underneath his teammate’s hoodie to squeeze his hip. Finral shrieked and arched so hard Magna nearly lost his grip on him.

“GAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAP!! YOUR FIHIHIHINGERS ARE COHOHOHOLD!!”

Magna held him tighter and growled playfully, “Never tell me my fingers are cold, you little pipsqueak. Fire is my specialty.”

“THEHEHEHEHEN WAHAHAHAHARM THEM UP!! GAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Nah. If it makes you laugh like this, I think I’ll let them stay a little chilly.”

Finral screeched with laughter and squirmed helplessly in Magna’s arms, trying and failing to shove him away from his hips and waist. He didn’t know how he’d found himself in this situation, but he was losing his mind from the ticklish sensations and was more than ready to get out.

“MAHAHAHAHAHAGNA, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Thankfully his friend seemed to understand he meant it, and he ceased his tickling but didn’t loosen his grip on Finral until he knew he would be able to stay upright on his own. Then Magna chuckled and punched his shoulder lightly.

“There, see? Don’t you feel better now? I’ll make sure to tell Luck that you’re our motivational squeaker for today, and to make sure and see you when he comes back in.” With that, Magna offered a smile and a salute and turned to head back out into the cold.

“M-Motivational…don’t you mean speaker?” Finral stammered, confused.

“No, I mean squeaker. Because when we tickle you, you squeak like a mouse. But today, it’s motivational!”

Then he was gone.

Finral felt his heart race in nervous anticipation. His immediate instinct was to hide, but then he knew Luck would just come hunting him down, and that would be even more terrifying than simply standing there waiting for him to come tickle him; Luck was even more ruthless than Magna when it came to tickle fights.

He really should go find those cleaning supplies and get to work. Then again, if he was in the middle of something and Luck – or anyone, really – started tickling him by surprise…

Finral shivered, a hesitant smile playing at his lips.

This was going to be a very interesting winter work day.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #black clover #finral roulacase #magna swing #friends #playful #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[lee-lucius]

Advent Calender 1: Cold

Word Count: 489

Usually, Luck was a menace. Don't get him wrong, Magna loved his boyfriend, but he was an absolute menace almost all of the time.

Except for times like these, when the sky darkened far too early, accompanied by the first few wisps of snow, littered faintly across the ground. When his eyes would grow too weary, blinking over and over until a yawn finally escaped him. When there was a faint chill in the air nipping at his flushed skin, leaving him only wanting one thing. 

And he found it. With another yawn, Luck collapsed into his arms and snuggled close to Magna, who sputtered an initial protest before relaxing into the touch, unable to hide his smile at Luck's clingy behavior. He knew how rare this was, and he certainly knew more than anyone else what a menace Luck normally was, except for when he was tired, so it didn't matter that it was practically in the middle of the afternoon or that Magna was relaxing on the common room couch when he came over and unceremoniously plopped himself onto Magna's lap in front of everyone because he really had no shame.

Besides, it was rare to see him so relaxed and cozy, and Magna could never resist his puppy-dog eyes.

Luck dug his head into the crook of his neck, while Magna wrapped his arms around him tighter, rubbing soothing circles onto his hips and allowing his heat to seep into Luck. His boyfriend squirmed, swatting at his hand with a whine.

"Stop, it tickles."

Magna smirked. "Oh, really? That's too bad."

Luck shrieked as ruthless fingers were dug into his hips, sluggishly thrashing away from the ticklish sensations. "Nohohoho! Mahahagna stahahap!"

"Nah, maybe this will teach you a lesson for stealing my pudding earlier."

"Buhuhut ihihit wahahas fuhUHUNY! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!" He screamed, voice raising at least three octaves as Magna started kneading his hips, dipping his hands down to make direct contact with his cold skin that was becoming more and more feverish with each passing second. 

"You warmed up yet?"

Luck's head was thrown back in laughter, his cheeks more flushed than before and hair sticking up at odder angles than usual. Still, he remained in Magna's lap, curled up to him, any attempts at a response dying on the tip of his tongue only to be replaced by shrill whines.

It was a moment of weakness, admittedly. But his boyfriend was so tired and cute, and he could never resist his puppy-dog eyes.

He eased his attack, switching from kneading his hips to gently scribbling his fingers across Luck's stomach. Relieved, he immediately relaxed, sinking into the touch with sweet giggles.

Magna scoffed, "You wanted this the whole time, didn't you?"

Luck didn't respond, instead yawning between his laughter as he settled in for another joyful night with his partner, letting his heart fill with warmth and laughter until the cold was forgotten altogether.

#i had fun with tickletober (even if i didnt finish 😭) so i wanted to do something like that again! #and apparently i can only write if i have a time constraint lol #this is basically the same thing but winter/christmas themed #i'll try to updage everyday but it'll mostly just be short drabbles like this with only a few fics cause i just don't have the energy rn #my writing #tickling #tickle fic #advent calendar #black clover #luck voltia #magna swing #magluck #lee!luck #ticklish!luck #ler!magna #luck x magna #the black bulls #event #tickle drabble #drabble