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TickleTober Day 6- Cuddles

Lee: Raph

Ler: Mikey

TW!: None!

(The lack of gifs for these two is astounding)

It shouldn't have been such a surprise, Raph thought, but he laughed like a child anyways.

He and Mikey were laying comfortably on the younger's bed, having wanted to sit-out on this weeks movie night. Donnie and Leo, for the seventh time this month, were binge watching all of the 'Ice Age' movies, and as much as everyone loved them, it got to be a bit much.

Mikey couldn't focus on the plot, and so he asked the eldest to hang out instead.

So there they were, Mikey laying comfortably on Raph's plastron, while the other had closed his eyes, arm draped over the smaller. Mikey turned his head.. then rearranged his legs.. then his right arm, and-

"Mikey, you alright?"

The sleepy voice of the elder startled him, and the box turtle nodded. "Yeah, I'm good. Feeling fidgety." Raph hummed. "Do you want to go do something instead?"

Mikey thought, then shook his head. "No, it's okay." And that was that.

Well, it would've been, except just a couple minutes later, the orange-themed turtle felt the urge to move again. He glanced up at his brother, who's eyes were a bit droopy.

Another minute passed, and Mikey felt he definitely needed to do something with his hands. He tapped his fingers gently on Raph's plastron, trying to make a fun beat, or something like that, but felt a shift, looking back up to see the snapper with a small smile creeping up his face.

"What's funny, Raphie?"

Raph shook his head. "'S nothin'.."

Mikey shrugged, going back to tapping, when his brother's smile grew. Curious, he slowly scratched at the same spot on his ribs, and his brother flinched slightly. After one more glance, seeing that the eldest didn't seem to want to make a reaction, Mikey reached his other arm to his other side, and did the same slow crawl there two.

This time, Raph's grin was wider, and he squeezed Mikey gently with his arm. "Mikes.. whahat-.. what'cha doin'?"

"Just tapping." The smaller said so innocently, in his best little brother voice as to not arouse suspicion. It seemed to work, and the muscles in Raph's head relaxed, and he went back to trying to sleep, apparently fixing to ignore the sensation.

Hands moved to the snapper's shell, right where it connected to his side, and began tracing. It honestly took everything from him to not at least giggle, but his brother was already so fidgety, and he didn't want to disturb him. 'No, Raph's fine. It isn't that bad..' The hands crawled up, almost grazing his underarm.

"Nope. Nevermind."

Mikey's hand met a bad spot, and the elder couldn't help but flinch away. He wrapped his arm tighter around the box turtle, closing his eyes as the sensation paused. Mikey said nothing, but readjusted himself very slowly, until his fingers were suddenly wiggling into the other's underarm.

"Mihi- Mikehey! Hahahah!"

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself! Tickle tickle~"

Mikey smiled to himself, digging a little harder. He had gotten his brother to break, but it wasn't quite the laughter he wanted to hear.. yet.

"WhahaHAT DIhihid I doho? Wahait- WAHAHAIT NOHO!" Mikey only giggled, pressing another raspberry to the sai-user's neck, and cuddled against his side. Raph brought his other arm up and held onto the smaller's shell, though the orange-themed turtle took notice of the fact that he wasn't being lifted away.

Raph squealed as Mikey's hands joined in again, tickling up and down his sides. "MIHIKEY! SNRT- NAHAH, RAHAPH CAHAN'T!" "Aww, look at that smile! I think someone's enjoying themself~"

Raoh shook his head, squishing his shoulders up to his chin, gently, as to not accidentally hurt his brother. As it turned out, that only motivated the younger to reach more tickle spots, scribbling over his belly instead. Raph kicked his legs, tilting his head to the side.

Seemed like he was getting more than he bargained for in 'hanging out'.

oh my god bro my draft was deleted

The 2003 turtles: Incredibly heavy builds, neither look nor sound like teenagers, could probably break the average human's arm without even trying.

2003 fans: Those are my precious babies and I am adopting them.

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Uhhhhh I got this idea during Tickletober but never had the energy to write it. I still like the concept so here you go!

Lee: Donnie

Ler: Magic

TW!: CUSSING!

Spoilers for the episode "Donnie vs. Witch Town", as well as Season 2! Fair warning, this one is kind of long, and Donnie gets brutally attacked (by tickles)

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Well, this probably wasn't the most ideal situation for Donatello.

He and Mikey had just reached the entrance to Witch Town, a village located in the Mystic City, where- you guessed it- witches live. The youngest had insisted on dragging him along to find a special witch, shushing him as the scientist explained that he was not.. particularly welcome there.

"Oh come on, Donald. We'll be in and out so fast, they'll barely even notice! Plus, this place looks awesome!"

Donnie groaned, allowing himself to be dragged a couple more steps to the gate. "I still don't like this idea! They tried to attack me and April last time we were here, you know.."

"Oh, don't be such a worrywart. I'll protect you!"

You see, Mikey had been talking with Baron Draxum recently, trying to learn about mystic things, and all that came with it, when he had learned of a witch that could teach him more about magic. The box-turtle had described to his brothers as to how it could possibly connect with their ninpo, and forced Donnie to come along, very much against his will.

Said turtle sighed, opening the gate for the younger and timidly walking in. Mikey looked around, eyes wide with awe as they were immediately met with young witches doing various tricks, laughing and playing, while others practiced spells. He pulled the elder along, a bright smile on his face as he went to approach one of the brightly-dressed people.

The witch he had come up to had long, glossy blonde hair, and pink skin. She was dressed in a purple dress, as well as a matching hat. Initially, she turned to greet him with a smile, but froze at the sight of the two turtles.

"Hello! I'm Mikey, and I'm looking for a certain witch around here! One that can-"

"You! You're the one who ruined our ceremony!" She pointed an accusatory finger at Donnie, who stood rigidly at his brother's side. "You were banished from here, yet you return?!"

The softshell barely had any time to respond before the woman stepped back, pointing a wand at him and muttering a spell. Immediately after, she darted away- probably to warn the town of the intruder.

Donnie screeched as a zap was sent right at him, jumping away. A bright yellow light collided with the center of his plastron, and Mikey gasped.

A silence followed, seeming to completely engulf the two brothers as the elder tried to figure out what was done to him. Then, he jolted backwards, clutching at his stomach as a grimace overcame his features.

"Oh mi gosh- Don! Are you okay?"

He didn't answer, letting out a quiet whine as a strange sensation started at his plastron. It started as a tingle, and Donnie was nervous something was happening to his insides, but soon enough, it occurred to him what the feeling was.

"Donnie! What is going on?!"

Ohhh no. Not good. Really, really not good.

"..M-Mikey.." the scientist started, clenching his teeth, willing his voice to stay steady. Which.. wasn't working. The orange-clad teenager went to grab the other, but Donnie hissed and pulled away from his touch.

The sensation was getting worse, like a careful buzzing across his stomach, shooting right through his plastron, and alerting all of his nerves of its presence. It was impossible to ignore, and only grew worse the longer he stood there.

The softshell wasn't standing for long, though, dropping to his knees as the feeling increased. His arms wrapped around his torso, as if that would possibly subside the spell that had been cast on him.

Now, Donatello was a man of science. Having been to Witch Town before, he was now.. somewhat familiar with all of the.. unexplainable things that went on. Did he believe that magic was responsible for making chairs float, and fireworks appear out of nowhere? Not exactly. But in all honesty, he wasn't sure what in the world could be doing this to him.

Needless to say, it tickled. A lot. But there was no way he'd give those stupid witches the satisfaction of breaking him, even if it was just to get him to leave.

An uncontrolled huff interrupted his breathing, and Donnie didn't bother to look up at his brother's face, now laced with fear for his safety. The tickle swelled in his belly, and the scientist had to bite back a snicker, clenching his jaw.

Mikey knelt down just as the feeling spread to his sides, making him arch away and grasp at the ground. The younger watched as the purple-masked turtle clawed at the dirt, squirming in place from whatever the witch had done to him. "Donnie, please! Tell me what's going on!"

Great Galileo, it was awful! Now his sides tingled too, and the urge to curl up into a ball was overwhelming. It kept getting stronger- buzzing at his abdomen, and slowly breaking down his defenses. Soon enough, he cracked into a smile, eyes squeezed shut.

The youngest thought it could be a sign of pain, trying to figure out what he could do to help what looked like more of a grimace. His brother was knelt on the ground, elbows pressed to his sides, making weird noises. Okay, maybe a different position would help?

"Donnie, listen to me. I'm gonna lay you down, okay?"

Donnie yelped at seemingly nothing, clenching his jaw harder. He protested as Mikey took him by his underarms, kicking frantically and squealing. "Eeee! W-Wait! Miiikey, stohop it! Stop it!"

The orange-themed turtle froze, puzzled as to the strange reaction. "I'm sorry! I don't know what's happening!" he cried out, readjusting his hold, only for Donnie to pull himself out of his grip, landing flat on his butt.

The tickling reached higher, tingling at his ribs, making the turtle finally break, face flushed as giggles finally spilled from his mouth. "Ohoh my- Shihit! Noohoo, stohop! Haah!-"

At first, thinking his brother was crying, the youngest's face scrunched in fear. He leaned forward to look at his brother, only to see him smiling and stomping his feet, babbling on about whatever was making him act like this.

Wait.. What?

"Dee, you aren't being hurt, right?" Mikey inquired, earning a laugh-filled shake of the head from the other. He felt some of the tension escape from his body, trying to figure out what to do now that he knew Donnie wasn't in pain.

"Okay, uhm- what are.. What're you feeling?"

Donnie hiccuped, seemingly trying to formulate a response. The start of a sentence was drowned in laughter, and the purple-themed turtle squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds before trying again. "Ihihit ticklehes! Gohod- hic! hehehelp mehee!"

An eye-ridge quirked, and the artist crossed his arms. "The spell.. is tickling you? How does that work?" he asked, genuinely confused.

"Ihi dohohon't know! Juhust dohoho somethihiiing!" Donnie wailed, foot slapping at the ground again. His face was growing pinker and pinker, while Mikey just sat there, asking if he knew how the magic worked! He knew his brother was just curious, but he's pretty sure there are more important matters at hand here!

"Fuhuhuck.. hic! hic! ShihIHITSHITSHIIIT! NOHO!-"

The sensation spread past his ribs and sides, curving over his body and right through his battle-shell. Oh no.. He could not let that happen.

"NOHOT- hic! THE SHEHEHELL! DAHAMN IHIAHAT- MIHIHICHAEL- hic! HELP MEHEE!"

Tears quickly welled up in the elder's eyes, and his back arched violently as the crawling tickle slowly crept over his shell. "Crap, your softshell.. What can I do?"

Donnie lurched forwards, attempting to reach behind him to block out the sensations. "MYHY BAHAHATTLE SHELL! HAHAH! TAKE IT OHOFF! hic!"

"Are.. you sure? You're gonna be exposed-"

A screechy cackle interrupted him, and Mikey sighed, reaching to find the latch that would trigger the artificial shell's release. Donnie squeaked as his fingers brushed near his sides, and the artist apologized. "I know, I know. I'm just trying to find the release thingie.."

"EHAAHAH! IHIHIT'S- hic! AHAT THE BOTTOHOM OF THEHE SHOULDEHER GUARDS!" The purple-themed turtle squealed, flailing desperately. "IHIT'S GEHETTING WOHOORSE! HAHAHH!"

"Okay, I think I got it. Just hang in there, Dee.."

There was a quiet hiss as the battle-shell came off, and Mikey carefully set it to the side before going back to tend to his brother. Said teen was now clutching at his lower back, with tears beginning to fall from his eyes. The younger looked at his red face worriedly. "Okay, what do I do now?"

Donnie closed his eyes, shaking his head from side to side. He was too lost in the tickly feeling to think of a response, and the feeling was practically all over him at this point. From his neck, to his hips, even along the sides of his feet! He gasped, trying to suck in as much air as possible into his lungs.

"Uhm- right.. It's all good! I've got this!" The box turtle hummed, wracking his brain for what to do. Donnie couldn't stand being tickled forever, and that crazy spell was going for his worst spots!

The artist thought for a couple seconds, while Donnie just writhed and cackled, slapping at his leg and doing anything he could to alleviate the tickling. "Ugh, Don, you can't hit yourself-" he grabbed his older brother's flailing hand, moving it towards the ground instead. Donnie didn't seem to process the action, bucking and squirming.

"What to do.." The box turtle muttered, looking around to see if there was anything that could help, which.. there definitely wasn't. All of the people seemed to have vanished, and the area was deathly silent. Well, apart from his brother's screaming.

"They want you to leave, right?" Mikey asked, waiting as Donnie took a few seconds to answer, managing a small nod through his writhing. "Okay, uhm- how about I get you out of here?"

At the lack of response, the orange-themed teen huffed, getting to his feet as he attempted to execute his plan. He squatted, wrapping his arms around the other's waist, choosing to ignore the frantic jolting as soon as he touched him.

Soon enough, the elder had been hoisted over Mikey's shoulder, an arm over his back to hold him in place as the younger began walking. He carried Don's battle-shell in the other arm, thankful for having mutant strength. He'd have to remember to thank Draxum later..

"HAHAH- hic! hic! MIHIHIKEHEEHEE-HAH! HAHAHAH!" Donnie hit at his brother's shoulders, coming very close to being dropped when he flinched harshly, having to be readjusted multiple times to avoid plummeting to the ground.

"I know, just a little more. We'll figure it out.." Mikey assured him, getting as quickly as he could to the gateway while lifting a turtle.

A few steps seemed to take years, but the closer he got to getting out, Mikey noticed his brother's laughter quieting slowly but surely. Eventually, Donnie had been reduced to tired giggles, and was weakly holding onto the younger's shell as he was carried the rest of the way out. "Okay, you're okay now.."

As soon as he was lowered to the dirt, the scientist brought his knees to his chest, hiding his head in his arms. He panted, mumbling a "Thanks, Angie" through his heavy breathing.

"No problem, bro." the smaller responded, shaking his head in disbelief at the situation. "Are you okay?"

Donnie nodded, getting a hum from the other. "Rehemind me to never.. let you talk me into cohoming here ever again.."

Mikey giggled at the groan his sibling let out, giving him a reassuring pat to the shoulder. "Sohorry.. You don't have to see Witch Town again for as long as you live."

The softshell lifted his head, blearly eyes meeting his brother's.

"I can live with that.. Trust me.."

I love your new caddy fic omg also is Casey in Raphs lap the whole time? Got confused

Yes, sorry for not clarifying enough! Raph is sitting criss-crossed, with both Casey and Leo in his lap, the others kind of surrounding them. Thank you for your kind words!! ❤️❤️❤️

For day 7 of Tickletober, can you please write Lee!Mikey with all 3 of his older brothers tickling him? If not, I understand.

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Hi! Super sorry, but I already have something for day seven. I can do your prompt though, and will have it for day 13! I apologize again, but hope you enjoy it on that day.

Also, I'm not quite sure which version you want, so if you wouldn't mind, please specify. If you can't, I understand, and will probably write it for 2012 or Rise.