Richtofen Headcanons + Oneshots

Ticklish

He will never admit it, never, not once, but Edward is very ticklish. Under his arms, his sides, his feet, he squirms like a fish. The first time you tickled him was accidental - you two were cuddling, you holding him, idly running your hand down his arm. He shifted to get more comfortable, using his arms to do so, so your hand fell to his side, lightly ghosting your fingers across his skin. His body jolted away and a yelp escaped him. His eyes went wide with a deer in the headlights look.

"Edward... are you ticklish?" A smirk creeped on your face. His mouth opened but just as quickly shut, as if unsure of what to say.

He was fucked either way, and he knew it.

If he admits to being ticklish, then you had full reign of doing whatever you please with that information, if he denied it...

You moved your hand towards his side, your fingers wiggling as it got closer.

"Nein! I am not." He growled, catching your hand before you could touch him.

"If you aren't, sweetheart, then let me test it." You grinned, still making an effort to move your hand closer, but he kept it away.

"Nein, no need, I am not ticklish, end of story." He huffed pinning your hand to your chest. "You just... startled me" he lied, you knew he was lying, and he knew you knew he was lying, still, you decided to let it go for now.

A few more times you decided to fuck with him about it, walking up behind him while he was working to ghost your hands down his sides. A yelp always escaped him, his arms snapping close to his sides. He would give you glares, but you would just pull him down and kiss him, that apology always worked on him.

Finally, you caught him with his defenses down. He was laying down, his hands behind his head, just relaxing with his eyes closed. All of you were exhausted from the hoards you had to kill, so it was a well deserved break. His foot was lazily moving from side to side so you knew he was still awake.

"Liebling," you called, the sound bringing a smile to his face. "You look comfy"

"Quite the opposite actually, no matter how many blankets I put on the ground, I can still tell I am laying on the ground." He said cheerily, albeit sarcastically.

"Well it's better than..." you tried to rack your brain for something to compare it to. His eyes opened and he lifted his head to look at you, an eyebrow up ready to hear what you're about to say. "...alright yeah it sucks, I got nothing." He let out a scoff and rested his head back on his hands.

You waltzed over, his eyes trained on you, wondering what you had planned.

"May I sit with you?" You ask, knowing full well what the answer will be.

"Of course, I would love that, Schatzi" He began to sit up but you held a hand out, signaling him to stop.

"No,no, you stay there." You ordered, which he complied, going back to having his hands behind his head. You stepped one foot over him and lowered yourself, straddling his stomach, hands on his chest.

"Mh, ja, this is perfekt, good thinking." He said playfully, enjoying the view he had of you.

You leaned down to kiss him, keeping your hands firmly on his chest, he was more than receptive, lifting his head to chase your lips if you tried to sit back up. As much as you love kissing him, you did this for a reason, and now was your time to act.

Your hands darted to his armpits, mercilessly digging and wiggling your fingers. You felt him take a sharp gasp in before breaking the kiss, laughing hysterically. He tried to close his arms but your hands were already passed his defenses

"Bitte!!! Bitte halt!!" he gasped between laughs, his feet kicked behind you, and he wiggled his torso, trying desperately to get away from you, but he was trapped. His laughs were at a much higher pitch than his regular laugh and his eyes were squeezed shut, tears forming at the corners. His hands found your arms but were too weak to push you off. "Bitte, please! Hör auf mich zu kitzeln! Stop!... tickling!"

Once you heard that magic word, you stop and reeled your hands away, grinning down at him. "Aha! So you are ticklish!" You said triumphantly. His arms were pressed firmly against his sides and crossed over his chest, he heaved and gasped, catching his breath.

"That was so mean!" He let out, attempting to scold you, and it almost would have worked if he could hold his scowl... he couldn't, a small laugh escaping him once more. "I will not admit to being ticklish." Edward was a stubborn man, and that was one of the things you loved about him.

"Fine, fine, deny all you want, but I know, and that's all that matters." You laugh, leaning over to kiss him again. He turned his head away, eyeing you suspiciously.

"Are you going to tickle me again if I let you kiss me?" He interrogated.

"No, you have my word." You smile, and with that confirmation, he leaned up to kiss you again.

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"So, are you ticklish?" Edward asks.

"Oh, absolutely"

"..."

"If you even dare think about tickling me, next time I catch you off guard I will tickle you until you piss your pants."

"Noted"