Random Ticke One-Shots

Weakness (Hamilton)

Ship: Platonic!Lams

Summary: Alexander is convinced he has no weakness, but John doesn't believe him

Word Count: 808 

"Come on, Alexander, everyone has a weakness."

"Not me!"

John Laurens sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had been arguing with his friend, Alexander Hamilton, for goodness knows how long, over something as childish as a weakness.

"You've got to have one."

"Of course I don't."

"That's illogical, Alexander."

Alex grinned at John. "It may be, but I'm right and you can't prove me wrong."

John smirked. "You sound so sure of yourself."

"I always am," Alex retorted, striking an overdramatic pose and making John snort.

John rolled his eyes and smiled at his friend. Alex could be overconfident, but he was no fool. He knew exactly what John would try, and knew it wouldn't work.

Unless...

Suddenly an image sparked into his brain.

John and Alex, tussling on the grass a few months after they'd met. Marquis de Lafayette and Hercules Mulligan, watching on from nearby and drinking bubble tea.

Younger Alex letting out a squeak when John poked his stomach.

John snapped back into his world and grinned mischievously to himself.

"What's that smile supposed to mean?" Alex said suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at John.

John lifted one shoulder. "Oh, I don't know. I've figured out a weakness of yours is all."

Alex blinked. "Without even touching me?"

"Yep. Although it will involve such."

Alex'a face flushed. "I don't know what you're implying, John."

"Come here."

Alex hesitantly did as he was told and stopped next to John.

Suddenly John grabbed Alex's arm and pulled him onto the floor with a yelp of shock from the latter, and wrestled him onto his back.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!" Alex demanded, struggling beneath John, who simply smirked.

"You told me to find your weakness." He poked Alex's stomach, earning a yelp from the smaller. "And I know exactly what to do."

Alex's eyes widened. "John. That's cheating."

"All's fair in love and war, darling," John said simply.

Then he attacked.

Alex let out a squeal of protest when John's ten fingers met with his stomach, and he instantly began to squirm violently.

"JOHOHOHOHOHN!" He cried, twisting under John.

"Yes?" John said, grinning as he watched his friend fall to pieces beneath his fingers.

"THAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHIHICKLEHES!" 

"It does? I hadn't noticed. And here I thought you didn't have a weakness~"

John felt a flare of strange satisfaction when he saw Alex's face flush at the teasing. The smaller man bucked, trying to dislodge John from him.

"What's the matter, Lexi? Does this tickle?" John grinned, letting his fingers dance freely across Alex's torso.

"STOHOHOHOP SAHAHAHAYIHIHING THAHAHAT WOHOHOHORD!" Alex begged.

"What word? Tickle? Oh, but it's such a lovely word! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!" John sang, giggling a little to himself as Alex's face lit up like a beacon in the middle of the night.

"SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!" He choked out, still trying to squirm free of John's grasp.

John gasped in mock-offense. "How dare you! That deserves a punishment, I think."

Alex's eyes widened as John stopped tickling to lean over and press his lips to Alex's stomach.

"John, don't you fucking dare!"

John took in a deep breath....

"Please!"

Waited...

"John!"

And blew.

Alex absolutely shrieked, bursting into the brightest, most hysterical laughter John had ever seen from him. He bucked and squirmed and kicked, and oh did he laugh. 

"I take it this is a bad spot?" John said, blowing another raspberry. Alex shrieked again.

"YESYESYESYESPLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!" Alex's words were lost when John dug his fingers into his hips.

Alex was positively howling, his laughter high-pitched, desperate, and uncontrollable.

"What's going on in here?"

John looked up, but kept tickling poor Alexander, who was beyond hysterical.

Lafayette was standing in the doorway, Hercules behind him. 

"Me and Lexi had an argument about weaknesses," John explained as if there wasn't a thrashing, shrieking Alexander beneath him, "so I proved his theory that he had no weakness wrong, as is evident."

"GEHEHEHEHET HIHIHIHIHIM OHOHOHOHOFF!" Alex pleaded from beneath John.

Lafayette sighed and walked over, gabbing John around the middle and lifting him up and off of Alex. John kicked out, nearly hitting Alex in the leg, who had curled up, giggling and trying to catch his breath.

"You've nearly killed him," Lafayette commented, setting John down on the couch.

"I've proved him wrong is what I've done," John retorted cheerfully. "And that's a serious accomplishment."

"Shut your stupid freckled face, Laurens," Alex grumbled from the floor. John snorted and doubled over in laughter.

Alex got to his feet as John sat up again, recovering from his giggle fit.

Suddenly Alex froze.

"Um... John?" He said nervously.

"Yeah?"

"I..." Alex rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I'm too poor to pay for our drinks..."

"Oh, you idiot!"

And Alex was off again, chased by an angry Laurens, and Lafayette and Hercules followed more slowly, laughing.

Oof, first fic! Hope you like it!