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[downywrites]

Neuvillette <333

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It was raining.

It was as if thousands of clouds had appeared out of nowhere. Fontaine dripped with cool water, dousing people without umbrellas and little, smiling children. The pitter-patter of droplets made muffled noises on the rooftiles. And, as the whole world hurried their way into shade and into the warmth of their well-lit homes, Chief Justice Neuvillette tucked his legs underneath the eaves. Pink irises the color of barely-bloomed peonies glanced down at the world below him. The statue in the walkways' center glowed an equally soft blue. His eyes watched the rain bead and slip off of the metal surfaces with detached interest. 

The dragon's mind began to wander, as it often did in this weather. Could he have changed that verdict? Was that man, whose tears were genuine, really have to pay for the transgression of a father he never knew? Why must he be the one to sentence him? His chest tightened painfully, almost as if a thousand heavy weights had been chained to it. They threatened to pull him deeper, deeper into his thoughts, into his melancholic state, into the deep, steadily darkening waters beneath his person- 

A flurry of footsteps on the side of the connecting walkway beside his seat. There was only one person who would walk so willingly in such rain, especially since it seemed to have worsened during his musings. "Lady Furina." His voice sounded soft, wavery almost. It was nothing compared to his authoritative voice in the clamoring court not two to three hours ago. Furina said nothing to him in reply, gently pushing at his tail with her shoe until it moved to accommodate her. She settled down beside him, crossing her legs to match with him. As she did, her hand shot up to adjust her slipping hat. "You left your cane back in the courthouse, you know. I had to put it away for you, you old coot." Although her words were harsh, her tone was gentle. As soothingly as Furina could, she laid her palm flat against Neuvillette's tail, rubbing the scales in the same direction. The archon was careful not to rub his scales the wrong way, swerving around the large fin that stuck out to the side of the appendage. 

He responded very slowly. Almost too quietly, the dragon rumbled contentedly from his archon's touch. It sounded wounded in a way, wet and full of sadness in its own way. Furina frowned at that. "You're still upset about that decision, huh? It's not that bad. His father definitely did all those things." Neuvillette's head drooped a little. "It wasn't his fault. Why must I sentence him for a crime he never knew of?" His voice was thick with emotion. If she was anyone different, she could have been convinced that this wasn't the Court Justice she was speaking to, but the ghost of a judge long passed on. Furina took the silence that spanned after to look at his fins. They looked wilted, paling from their already muted sapphire to a shade of blue that could only be compared to a polluted riverbank. 

Furina tutted softly, getting the attention of the obviously-downcast man. "There's no use in moping about your decision, you know." He nodded in agreement. And yet, even as he agreed with her statement, the rain slamming itself down onto the roofs above them continued on its way. The clouds didn't clear from above them at all. A sound of mock frustration came from her mouth unbidden. She turned to look at him, reaching out with a hand to trace a finger or two over his jawline. Even through the thundering rain, his gasp of surprise was audible to her sharp ears. Fighting back the urge to grin mischeivously, she swiped her finger over it again. 

He shuddered, tucking his chin into his collarbone. His gaze settled on her, a single reptillian eye glaring at her. The only thing on her face was a barely-concealed smile. "What do you think you're doing..?" 

"Cheering you up. Unless you want me to sing that children's song until the rain stops." Her fingers danced over his ear this time. She watched as he scrunched up from the feeling. "Come on, let me cheer you up better. There's no way I can do that if you're avoiding me like this." When she received no response from the defendant, she sighed and shook her head at him. "Of course. And you call me petulant." 

Furina let her hand drift to his overcoat, slowly unbuttoning it and revealing his corset. Neuvillette stiffened. If he actually disliked the change, he didn't express any of it. Once she had shoved the extra clothing aside, she tapped on the tough surface of the accessory. "Why do you need more than three layers here? It's not like it's that cold out of the water." Her fingers drummed rhythmically, sending vibrations through the clothing. Out of the corner of her eye, Furina watched his tail tense up and wag slightly from her behavior. "I don't- kh!- Lady Furina, don't…!" She peered over at his face and drank in the look of embarrassment on his usually stoic countenance. "Don't what? Stop? Because if this rain doesn't clear up lickety split, I'm gonna go deeper than your corset, you know!" A small, higher-pitched noise came from him, desperate and flustered. The archon couldn't help but let out a small giggle at the poor man's predicament. "Come on, Neuvillette.. just let go of it! It's not a big deal. Besides, it's not like it was a harsh punishment." 

He hissed through his teeth as she unlaced his corset as well. As lace unravelled and the leather fell away to reveal a soft, silky undershirt, she teased the cool skin underneath with her palm. He shook his head above her, eyebrows contorting in a mixture of mortification and a final effort to keep his noises in. A gloved hand came up to cover his mouth. Furina looked up, pouting slightly. "Oh, seriously? Do I need to pry your hands off myself? I wanna hear your laugh and I wanna hear your cute rumbles! And I can't hear either if you keep trying to shut yourself up! I'm your archon, aren't I? Can't you listen to your archon, you big water lizard?" Neuvillette grumbled at her, before reluctantly letting his hand rest to the side. Giddy with her success, she looked upwards slightly towards his hair. Where his hair usually stood up, two horns the color of the deep abyss sprouted. "Oh, your horns are here too. I didn't notice." He looked surprised himself, reaching up to touch one. 

While he was distracted, her hand darted out quickly to squeeze an undefended side. A rather undignified yelp came from the dragon. She dodged the hand that instinctually grabbed at her wrist with practiced timing. "Y-you!" She ignored the indignation in his voice. "Turn towards me, okay? I want to make you feel better." His tail lashed behind her, smacking the side of the stone they were seated on lightly. "As your archon, that's a command." With a sigh, he did what she asked. "You are so grumpy today." 

His breath hitched as she teased him with both hands this time. Her nails, dulled by the gloves, danced over his clothes and through the thin fabric with ease. She found the chinks in his scales without much effort, rubbing at the soft spots where he had gotten hurt before and where the scales didn't grow with as much strength anymore. At first, the rumbling was nothing but a vibration she could feel ever so slightly underneath her fingertips. It could be mistaken for an old aquabus, or perhaps an excited child running along in the rain. But, as she continued her attack with impunity and dodged his steadily more uncoordinated hands, the rumbling grew stronger and louder until she swore the whole of Fontaine could hear the rumbles of the Iudex. And, finally, his soft gasps and hiccups gave way to genuine laughter. 

As Furina's hands moved from his abs and upwards to his ribs, the water dragon's laughter upped an octave in shock. Neuvillette's laugh sounded almost like waves crashing onto the beach, ebbing and flowing in tandem with the archon's touch. He squirmed away from her touch, but she followed his movements and continued her onslaught. In her heart, Furina truly loved the texture of his scales. They were soft on their own, but tough when there was a threat to dispatch. The smooth, slightly cool sensation that she felt through her gloves made her smile. She looked up from his torso to see a smile. A genuine smile was plastered on his face from her touch. The thumping of his tail on the stone, drowned out by his laugh, became apparent as she slowed down. As well as something else.

Not breaking eye contact with him, she reached out past the eaves. Her hand came back dry. Her eyes glimmered with success. 

"There you are. Do you feel better, you fool?" His shoulders were still shaking with the last throes of mirth, but he nodded nonetheless. 

"Good. Now that that's over, let's go have a late dinner. Are you down for fish or meat?" 

For some reason, Neuvillette couldn't find it in himself to care.

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[covenofwives]

Very good writing :) how are you today??

I've been blessed by brother bird truly we are in good times

My day has been excellent so far, how do you fair, brother?

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[star--anon]

You two have frighteningly different ways of telling someone "Goodnight" /lh

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[soft--dragon]

Apparently @downywrites seems to think I am, and I'm quoting, "an adorable bean" which I very much disagree with because I am clearly not a bean and a very scary dragon

Please tell my beloved that I am not a bean?

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"N-now, now. We don't need to be so h-hasty, do we?" 

Heizou took a step back, eyes flicking back and forth to the walls surrounding him. The shadows blocking the only way out chuckled, each in their own unique way. The detective cursed his lack of foresight: he knew reinforcements were to come, especially in one of this specific band of treasure hoarders' bases. 

He hadn't, however, expected them to be here as quickly as they were. The anemo user had been doing fine taking down the waves of thieves, before the sound of footsteps forced him to take flight. It was just his luck, then, that the hoarders had so many dead ends in their base. 

His face paled as they drew near, blocking out what little torchlight there was to see their (probably triumphant) faces. Holding his fists up in a fighting stance, he narrowed his eyes at them. "Seriously, guys. I was just assigned to check your stuff, nothing more! Why don't we settle this with a little slap on the wrist and I'll make my way out!" The redhead chuckled nervously as they backed him further into the wall behind him. Icy cold stone grazed his back. "Ah!- C-come on, wait a minute. Let's talk this ou-"

In the darkness, someone's hand grabbed his wrist. "Stop talking." Instinctually, his other hand came up to punch at the attacker. However, in the almost pitch darkness, his fist found air. His heart beat like a jackhammer as the grip on his arm tightened. "Boys, get him. Don't let this one escape." 

If the situation as a whole did not set him off already, the obvious threat made his adrenaline spike. "N-No!" He swung again, eyes widening in the darkness as his other wrist was caught. Pulling at his arms and kicking at the men's legs, he felt a few of his strikes hit the target. A grunt of pain made him grin a panicked smile. "Ow, he got me!"

Another laugh from the first hoarder made his hair stand on end. "Too bad we already got him. Knock out the shrewd little thing. We've got a special tip from someone about this one. And besides, I think it'll be fun to mess with him after all that arresting he's been doing." A pressure on his neck made him gasp and kick out again frantically. 'No, no, no, no!' Even as he struggled, though, he knew it was fruitless. He had no advantage in this situation, especially with him being pinned in such a way. The pressure increased. The sensation of incoming unconsciousness soon followed. With the last of his strength, the anemo user sent out a weak blast of air from a kick, hoping that someone-anyone- would notice his absence. 

The leader of the group grinned as he went limp in his hold. "You know what to do, right?" The others made their assent known. "Tie him up to the interrogation rack. You know the intel, right? I think he'll be more than ready to talk." 

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Heizou awoke to the sound of..nothing. Odd. The area that he lived in was noisy. So why..?

"Ah, look who's awake. Took you long enough." 

A hand, certainly not one of his fellow detectives, scratched under his chin condescendingly. Eyes snapping open in both surprise and fear, Heizou tugged at his arms. The rough texture scratching at his skin made him wince. "What-?" It took a few moments of blearily looking around at his very unfriendly surroundings, however, for him to realize what had happened before he lost consciousness. 

Glancing at all the people standing around him, he chuckled nervously. "Ah, I guess I have an audience." The treasure hoarder's hand moved to his cheek, a spot of prickling warmth he wanted to pull away from. "That you do. Now, I've heard that you've stuck a lot of our men in the slammer. Tell us where they are and how to get them out.. and you run free." He left the unspoken threat out of his words. "So, little prodigy..are you going to be a good pal and tell us, nice and easy? Or are we going to have to give you a little more 'hospitality' here?" 

Heizou hesitated, eyes flickering to meet his for a split second. He stopped, turning away from him. It could have been mistaken for shyness. Moments later, the chortle he let out rang within the warehouse. Shoulders shook in the dumbfounded silence. "...really? You think threatening me with pain's going to help your case?" A crooked grin spread across his face as he looked back over to the shocked man. His eyes glittered with mischief. "Oh, do go on. Anything you say against me could be and will be used against you in court." 

The leader rolled his eyes. "Oh, great. This again. Anything new? Every government official and their mother says this stuff to us." 

"But never under pressure," Heizou replied. "Nobody I know would be gutsy enough to do this. And the only reason I'm doing it is because I know you can't do anything to me." 

"Oh? Why is that?" 

"Because if you hurt me.. I wouldn't tell you a thing. There is nothing you can do to rattle me. Nothing has been able to shake me, even during the most rigorous training underneath my higher-ups." Confidence oozed from his voice as he spoke. "What could you possibly do that they haven't already trained me for?"

From his spread-eagle position, Heizou was in no way able to escape (or even anticipate) the soft, sudden sensation from behind him. A single finger, teasing and testing the waters, barely grazed at one of his exposed ribs. Eyes widening, he squeaked at the touch. 

He turned away from them to hide his blush, but there was no way they hadn't noticed one, if not both, of the telltale reactions. 'Please tell me they're not going to do something outside of my training regimen. Please, please tell me they're not.' The person behind him chuckled. "I think you were right about that intel, boss. The kid detective's a wee bit ticklish." Blood rushed away from his cheeks, before returning with a passion. "H-hey! First of all, not a kid. Second of all, d-don't even think about it! I-I'm not that ti-er.." His voice gave out mid sentence. "Ti-tickl.." He hoped to any archon listening that they didn't notice his failure to deliver. 

It seemed that they were not listening. 

"Aww, the kid's so ticklish he can't even say it! And he's so flustered that he didn't even pick up on the fact that one of his lil detectives ratted him out." Heizou's mind snapped back into focus. 'Wha- somebody gave them intel..? But who would-' The stream of thought he had was readily silenced by another light whisper over his ribs. He bit back a whimpery laugh, eyes scrunching closed. The leather creaked as he tugged on his wrists again reflexively. 'Damn it, I can't focus when these people are around me! I need to get the info to headquarters before something else gets through. But first..' 

"W-what did they say about me? That I would be here at this time?"

Wine-colored hair got into his face as he whipped around to find the person who spoke in the darker areas of the room. A small reflection, most likely a coin from the size of the blip, shifted in the general area. "Oh, no, no. All they said is that you'd be too hard to crack the normal way." They moved closer, revealing a smirking face and a wiry, thin frame that reminded him of an old, ragged cat he saw on the streets a few days ago. "Oh, and that you're a little tick-lish." The space in between the two syllables was drawn out with another flip of his coin. Surely, this man was up to no good.

A small shiver went up his spine as the person behind him followed the edge of his rib. "Gh! Cut it out!" The person smiled, ruffling in his coat for something. The dark shade of the vesture gave him no idea of where his body began and where his clothing ended. If Heizou was in any state to do so, he'd taunt him with that idea. Whoever was behind him was not making that action an option, though. He wasn't sure if the person would speed up or move. Any show of weakness could mean his 'demise', of sorts. "Ah, there it is~" He pulled out an artifact, red and white with a gleaming shimmer in the thin lighting. Shifting it around so the light bounced off of it, he made eye contact with the steadily more nervous detective. "Oh, don't look at me like that. It's not going to hurt you." The man moved closer. "Unless you're nervous that you'll let something slip when we're tickling you?" 

Heizou had nowhere to go. Eyes wide and worried, the anemo user tugged at his hands again as he neared him. He shook his head. "D-don't you dare. Don't you dare!" 

Slowly, almost painfully, the feather grazed the underside of his chin. His mouth wobbled a bit, tugging at a small smile. For the second time, he squeezed his eyes shut to avoid the looks he was bound to get. "E-he!" His 'attacker' chuckled, a sharp, almost acrid sound in the near silence around him. "Aww, look at him! Such a big, dignified detective, but he can't even keep himself from giggling at a stranger's touch!" The murmurs of assent around him only made the light touch worse. Heizou tried tucking his chin. A gloved hand grabbed him gently by the jaw. A warning. "Ngh-hehe!" 

"That's the spirit, kid. Look, I don't think anyone here wants to rough you up too bad. We ain't that mean, we know you prefer sweet-talking. Nevertheless, even the sweetest talker knows at least a little info we need.." Heizou squirmed around weakly, protesting through his choked laughter. "Noho, cohome ohon! Thahat's nohot fahair!"  

"Not fair? I think we're being pretty nice by giving you all this time to get used to us tickling you. Unless you want us to go faster?" He shook his head no, but the treasure hoarder ignored it with a knowing smile. "Oh, of course I will! Anything for such a cute little detective." The tease in his voice made him whine through his protesting. "N-NoHo! Ihi dihihidn't sahahay thahat!" Fingers dragged across his jaw, stopping the insistent spark of ticklish energy in favor of teasing at the sensitive skin. With the last little bit of self restraint, Heizou stopped himself from giggling too giddily at the gentle touch. If he showed he actually didn't mind this too much… 

Unfortunately, it seemed like one of the sharper-eyed criminals noticed his relatively carefree behavior. "You know, for all of that protesting, you don't seem to be pulling away from Boss' hands. Do you..like this?" His eyes, already scrunched from his forced smile, scrunched closed again in a weak effort to ignore the tease that set his stomach aflutter. "Nahaha! Ihihi dohoho nohohot!" Even as he spoke, their boss' hand trailed over his sweet spot with little knowledge of where he was touching, grazing his nails over his trembling jawline and scratching ever-so-lightly behind his ears. He leaned in with a small smile. "I don't think lying will help you right now, detective. Anyone with a sense could see that someone who is as strong as you could definitely have struggled more than you have." His retort came out strangled and desperate. "Nohohot soho! Ihihi knohohow behehetter thahan toho trihihiy!" 

Almost without warning, the hands that traced up his ribs before found his ribs again, scribbling in the divots with pinpricks of blunt pressure. The sensation ripped through his body like a shock of cold water, forcing a gaspy squeal out of his throat. Whoever was behind him found that amusing, a soft cloying chuckle ringing in his ears from their mirth. "Ohh, how cute. He squeals, darling! I wish we could 'interrogate' him forever!" Unable to escape the tickles, he squirmed against his bonds with a renewed sense of desperation. The woman behind him (he guessed it was a woman), however, gave him no way to relieve himself of the sensations. Her honeysuckle voice dripped with the sweetest honey as she teased him in more ways than one. 

"Do you think this cute little detective's sweet spots are on his chin and jawline? Because his cute little giggles were to die for then~" He shuddered at how spot on she was. "Oh, I think that was a yes." And, before he had any way to refute that, her nails scraped lines over his upper ribs, slipping underneath his clothing to tickle the soft, covered skin with a little giggle. "Eee! Nohoho mohohore, plehehease! Nohoho mohohore!" Heizou couldn't believe his own words. 'Begging? Because of…this? How low can I go?' 

If the people around him thought the same, they didn't say anything about it. A few of them muttered little comments to each other, setting his nerves on edge. 'What are they saying about me? Ugh, this is worse than I thought. I need to get out, and fast!' The treasure hoarder in front of him finally spoke again. "So, Shikanoin-san…will you talk?" The woman behind him slowed her touch to a tortuous slide of nails against his ribs, moving upwards to his exposed underarms. He tugged at his arms uselessly, before shaking his head. "Ihihi wohohon't gihive ihihin toho thihis!"  

"Ahh. That won't do. Darling?" The woman spoke with an excited lilt to her voice. "Yes, dear?" 

"I think we'll need to wreck him. As you expected." 

The words sent a shiver down his spine. Small flashes of anemo flickered around him, lashing in desperation at the lady behind him. If she paid it any attention, Heizou didn't know. "N-no, dohon't!" Her nails dragged burning lines to the edge of his underarms. A raspy chuckle from the man in front of him and another hand making contact with his trembling bicep. Biting back a whine and turning away from the two of them as well as he could, he flushed deeply at the embarrassing pre-emptive giggles that spilled from his unwilling mouth. 

He couldn't stop himself from squealing when her hands finally scribbled in his underarms. The shocks of ticklish energy made him buck and squirm like he was actually in pain. "AHA! NAHAHaH- PlEhEAHASE!" As if spurred on by his pleading, the nails focused more on the spot that made his arms tug on his restraints. "Nuh uh, no mercy for you until you give us the location. We have all day, little cutie~ oh, and we have tools, too! Isn't that fun?" Wound up and sensitive from all her teasing, the ticklish haze he was in did not do his usual eloquence justice. Instead of snarking back like he intended, all that came out was garbled, breathy laughter. "Seriously, hun. Can we keep him? His blushy little face and his sweet little laugh is something I'd wanna hear every day!" 

Through teary eyes, he saw the outline of the leader circle behind him as well. Underneath all of the teasing, fluttering sensations, a burst of panic seized him. It must have shown in some way, because the man soothed him with a pat to his shoulder. "Don't worry, kid. I'm not going to hurt you." That gave him little comfort. His hands, rough but very, very careful, skirted down his ribs to squeeze at his sides. He smiled at the squeaky, pleading laughter that Heizou couldn't tamp down well enough. Alternating between scribbles and insistent kneading at the firm muscles there made the poor detective babble out nonsense. The female treasure hoarder cooed at the sweet reactions he made. "Oh, detective~ What's wrong? Speak up, sweetie. I can't understand you." 

"EeE! PlEHe- aha! Naha! IhiIEE!" The detective threw his head back, trashing about in his bonds as well as he could muster. Unable to beg for mercy or speak in a coherent way from the fuzzy haze of overstimulation and embarrassment, he did his best to squirm away from their curious fingers. Fingers shifted from his underarms to rub slow circles in the hollows in a weak calming gesture. Teary-eyed, his laughter calmed down enough for him to beg properly within a few minutes. "Plehehease, noho! Mehehercy, mehercy! Ihihi cahaHAn't tahaHake thihihis!" 

The treasure hoarder hummed, as if he was lost in thought. "Hmm…how about no? Luhu, get me the blindfold and the tools. Don't let him see them." Luhu, whoever that was, made a noise of affirmation. Another shot of adrenaline filled his senses. Of course, nothing came of his struggling and small flickers of fearful (but mostly desperate) anemo. Without his vision on his hip, it was nigh impossible to channel his flow of energy. It didn't help that he couldn't move enough to generate enough energy to begin with. 

As the footsteps behind him got louder and quicker, and as the sound of a table being settled behind him came and went, he sagged in the bonds with defeat. If he was any lesser of a detective, he would have accepted his fate with a tone of fear-tinged despair. Fortunately (and this was the only thing he found fortunate about this) he was strong enough to keep his chin up.

After the noises subsided, the silence in the room made the already existing butterflies in his stomach take to even more perilous flight. He clenched his fists together, tightening his grip until his nails dug deep lines into his palms. "So, are you going to talk to me now, detective?" Heizou shook his head weakly. "I-I won't." He squared his jaw and tucked his chin in to protect himself. A hand, gentle on his heated skin, tilted his head back up. "Nuh uh. Keep your head up so we can hear your pretty little giggles. I want to hear you babble through your laughter, cutie." Whining softly at the sweet lilt of her voice, the detective did his best to ignore the butterflies that took flight in his stomach. A slow, burning line of sensation sparked in the edge of his jawline as her hand moved. The other treasure hoarder grinned at the silent sign of submission. 

Eyes the color of sand darted about nervously as his footsteps neared his restrained form once more. "A-ah?!" His hand explored his ribs again, grazing against the raised ribs with much less finesse. Even though his inexperience with such actions was obvious, the poor anemo user was too wound up to take much more than what the two of them were dishing out. So, as a soft brush scraped against his bicep, the couple weren't surprised at the subsequent gasp and violent jerk from the bound man. 

"No- plehehease dohohon't!" 

"Aww, begging again? Already? Maybe you're more wound up than we thought you'd be."

His breath hissed between his teeth as he bit down. Copper bloomed in his mouth. He didn't mind it. Thrashing about as the bristles sent sparks up and down his arm, a small, garbled plea escaped through his defenses. If the interrogators noticed the way he had bit through his skin, they didn't say a word. Continuing to tease with the softest of touches, their hands and tool sent more shivers down his spine than he thought was possible. He was a strong detective, and yet… 

The ticklish energy spread through his body, leaving him defenseless, weak. 

He hated it. And yet, when the brush danced from the edge of his arm and teased the back of his ears…he couldn't do anything but whimper through his light laughter. "His face is so cute…look at him, darling!"  Tucking his chin into his chest to protect himself was the only option that went through his head. A hand darted out to tug his head up again. "Hmm. I thought you'd behave after all that begging. Guess I was wrong." 

The treasure hoarder's hands dug into his sides without warning, forcing a bark of startled laughter from him. "There we go. No more of your little misbehaviors, or we'll make this worse for you." His cheeks reddened at the way his voice failed him. "A-AHahA! IhIHi- ehe!" The woman's brush sent tingles down his spine as it scraped against the back of his neck. His hair raised at the soft, almost nonexistent touch. "Ple-EhEASE!" 

At the first coherent word they had been able to rip from his unwilling throat, the two of them leaned in to listen. The gesture was almost condescending, a mockery of the way they thought of him before. Heizou didn't have the energy to worry about it. 

"I-ihi'll tahalk." 

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[downywrites]

I haven't written in two years

I can't remember how to format, please help me thank you

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Mehak's humming wasn't going to cut it anymore. Kaveh sighed, casting his blueprints aside for what felt like the 6th time already. His manicured nails drummed on the hard, unyielding wood of the table. A hand reached out to grab his mug of coffee, cold and rather unappetizing in its ivory cage. The lights had long gone out. The window leading to the outside of the house no longer showered his papers with warm light. Instead, only the light of the lampposts scattered across the outer lengths of Sumeru City's roads lit up the grey, cobbled pathways that led to the entryway of his shared abode. 

A headache was surely coming on. His eyes struggled to focus on the white pencil in front of him. He watched it roll off of the table with bemusement. Kaveh would have to remind himself to pick that up tomorrow morning. But at that moment, he was entirely too tired to care. As he drained the last bit of his coffee with a grimace, he reminded himself that he had human limits, and, with some struggle, pushed himself away from the desk and got up from his chair. Picking up the mug as well, he prompted himself to grab another cup of coffee, just for extra measure. 

He cursed his body's limits. It felt almost as if his own self was mocking him as he struggled to stand. The muscles in his legs cramped and creaked as he stumbled from chair to the darkened doorway. Kaveh peered into the hallway. Usually colorful and full of odd interior decorations he had come to hate just a little less, it was almost alien to see it silent and devoid of egregious oranges and pinks. His footsteps echoed as he fumbled his way to the kitchen. The cold tiles greeted him. 

His coffee machine whirred to life for a moment, glowing softly with electro energy. The architect slotted his cup under the spout, pressing buttons with fuzzy, glazed over vision. The thrum of energy and the hiss of steam came from it, piercing the silence. The blonde had grown accustomed to the feeling of the machine's energy warming up one side of his face as he looked out into the twinkling streetlights and at the figures outside. He watched them pass by, stopping to look at the moths fluttering about the lamps one by one. He wondered if they were cold out there, or if the humidity of the air around them kept them at a balmy temperature. He wondered if they were architects or scientists, if they just wanted to feel the cool midnight air. He wondered if they had friends who were just too much, so much so that they needed a moment to free themselves from pacing back and forth in their bedroom. As he grabbed his mug, smelling the bitterness and the heat all at once, he wondered if there were other people sitting at the kitchen counter just like him, sipping from a scalding brew at some gods-awful time in the night. 

It was time for him to get to bed. He felt it in his bones. And so he went. Carefully, he tiptoed his way back into the hallway, weaving from floorboard to floorboard to avoid making too much sound. It was far, far too late for him to misstep and set off a groan from the old, wooden floor. As he made his way to the bedroom, he quietly wished for a set of slippers. At least then he would be able to step across the house's flooring without setting off the equivalent of an alarm in the middle of the night. 

Kaveh came to the edge of the doorway, peeking in once again. In the almost pitch-black room, he could see the figure of his boyfriend underneath the large, fluffy sheets. The architect gently placed his mug on his nightstand, nudging aside the random items and skincare. The figure shifted in his sleep as he did so, nuzzling into the soft warmth of the blankets. He almost felt guilty about tugging back the sheets enough to slide inside as well, especially as Haitham shivered slightly from the cold. The warmth was welcoming. If his veins weren't chock-full of caffeine, he would have been ready to pass out right then and there. Instead of closing his eyes and trying to sleep, he wrapped his arms around the sage in front of him, nuzzling into the dip in his back where his spine was. Sighing contentedly, his hands wandered over his abs, tracing slow, easy lines over the soft, squishy muscles and making small geometrical figures. 

From underneath the mounds of blankets that he had snatched from the other side of the bed, Haitham twitched at the soft contact. Groaning softly, gray-green eyes fluttered open ever so slightly. He craned his neck to look behind him. "Mmm…what's goin' on..?" Kaveh replied softly. "Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." 

His hands never stopped moving, sending little shocks to the sage's brain. He blocked it out as best as he could, grabbing his wrists with a lax grip. "...what do you think you're doing?" The blonde's hands continued to move impunitively, tracing a small smiley face close to his hip. Haitham shivered, ducking his head downwards. "I'm just enjoying how geometrical you are." 

"You can do your geometry later. I'm trying to sleep h-here." His voice caught on something as Kaveh's hand wandered to his hipbone. He could feel Kaveh's chuckle reverbrate through his chest and into his back. "Uh huh. What was that?" Gritting his teeth, he turned into the pillow again and squeezed his eyes shut. "It was reflex. Stop doing that and get to bed. It's too late for this, and I want to sleep." That was, objectively, correct. However, the two of them both knew how light a sleeper Al Haitham was in the first place. There was no way that he'd get to sleep for a while, not unless Kaveh settled down completely. 

Once again, Haitham observed the little song and dance they always did. Saying one thing, meaning another. And so did Kaveh. Unfortunately, Kaveh was also not one to follow the social guidelines he had set for himself. Haitham was not grateful about that. 

His hands, usually kept to himself among the majority of the academic population, gently wiggled against his sides and hips playfully. The silver-haired man bit his lip, forcing himself to stop squirming. "I said, stop. Are you t-that bad at following orders?" 

"Always have been." Kaveh answered, eyes glimmering with cheeky delight at the scribe's small stutters. It was obvious to him that he was doing his utmost to keep his noises in. From the way his chest heaved as if he was out of breath, to the seemingly random, spastic shivers that wracked his body whenever he traced a spot that they both knew was especially sensitive, the architect knew that he was wearing him down. As he traced a line from his lower sides to his lower ribs, he saw his boyfriend's hand come up to muffle any traitorous noises. Haitham's shoulders hiked up, shaking with restrained mirth. If there was more light coming in through the half-closed blinds, he probably would have been able to see the soft blush painting his cheeks. He was content with feeling the heat of it warming up a little of his chest. 

Haitham made a soft noise of complaint past his hands at the sudden change of spots. He hiccuped out a soft laugh as Kaveh's even nails scraped ever-so-softly against his exposed clavicle. Why did he decide that he should give his gem a breather for today? He hoped that Kaveh wouldn't take advantage of it. 

His hopes were quickly dashed as soft fingers rubbed at the polished surface there. "...! Kaveh, w-wait, not thehere!" Kaveh yelped at the sudden feeling of his hands wrapping around his wrists once more, this time in a much tighter grip. "Hey, let go!" 

The man in front of him shook his head, mussing up his locks and sending more sprawling across the pillowcase. "Don't touch there..you k-know why." After a moment, he let go, gently guiding his hands back downwards to his sides. A soft laugh rang out in the quiet room. "...awh…Haitham, you're adorable." His eyes widened. Sputtering, he craned his neck to look at him. "What do you mean by that?" 

"Do you really think that would stop me? And besides, you make such cute noises when I pet you there!" 

The choice of words was maddening. What was arguably worse for Al Haitham was the sensation of Kaveh's hands on his gem. This time, there was no use trying to pry his hands off. With consistent, careful strokes, the man behind him rubbed at the sensitive object embedded in his chest. Haitham would deny the way that he squealed with all of his heart. "Ka-kaveheh!" Kaveh grinned. "Bingo. See, you make such cute noises! How could I not touch you here? Besides, you're still too sleepy to stop me." 

He wasn't wrong about that. His vision sat on the edge of his nightstand as it usually did, just barely out of reach in case he grew any plants or foreign objects in his sleep. If he wanted to, he could pry him off with his vision's errant energy. He couldn't guarantee his safety, though. And, as sort of awake as he was, there was no doubt that it was simply too early for him to focus well enough to defend himself properly. His shoulders sagged a little, resigning himself to a night at Kaveh's whim. 

Triumphant about his 'win' against him, Kaveh slowed his rubbing down to the speed he was going before. Slowly but deliberately, his finger traced the sharp outlines of its shape. He noted the angle and the length of it subconsciously. Now that Haitham had given in, his hands had tucked themselves underneath the pillow. Unable to hide his mirth any longer, his low-pitched, breathy laughs made Kaveh's heart skip a few beats. "Aw, did you just tuck your hands away so I can play with you? That's so cute of you, Haitham." 

He curled up a little, making the bed creak in complaint. "S-shuhut yohour mohouth." 

"That's no way to treat someone who's being so merciful to you. Do you want me to make this more intense? 'Cause I definitely can." 

Haitham was quick to retort. "Thihiis is such a meheheasly matter to get riled up over. Dohoho you think that will help your cahahase at all?" His words did much less to anger him than it usually did- after all, it's quite hard to take a laughing person's words seriously- but it did its job. Kaveh grumbled, eyes narrowing. "Oh, okay. It's on now, you hypocritical bastard." 

Kaveh darted his hands to his exposed underarms, scribbling much more roughly than he was before. A gasp, then a flurry of surprised laughter. "A-ahaha! Kahahaveh-ehehe!" Within a split second, his hands were pinned under his arms. There wasn't much he could do to stop his fingers from wiggling, though. Soon enough, the usually stoic man was in quiet shambles. Deep, rumbly laughter gave way to smooth, tenor laughs that could make most fine ladies swoon. There was a reason why Kaveh was so worried about his longer outings, if only for the women he surely broke the hearts of daily. His heart leapt in his chest.  He didn't hesitate to comment on it. "Your laugh is so sweet, too. It's so unlike you and your asshole personality. I'd love to listen to it all day." 

From the way he tucked his chin and shivered under his hands, he knew that his compliment-turned insult hit the spot. Kaveh loved watching him fall apart like that. It wasn't easy to get through to Haitham, at least not when it came to flustering him. It took well-timed, well-coordinated attacks to get through to a man whose whole life was a bunch of logical sequences in systematic order. Many years of trying to get under his skin gave him an advantage, but not much. 

He tugged his hands free from his grip, darting down to flutter his fingers teasingly over his side. The silver-haired man gasped through his laughter, twisting violently away from his touch. Hands stretched out to wrap around his wrists again, but as he braced for impact, nothing came. Kaveh watched as his hands slowly rested back onto the soft blankets. Haitham clutched at the sheets, hugging it close to him and snuggling underneath them more. The architect stretched a hand out to check his heart rate. 

"Did you get that riled up from just that?...Haitham, you're just so annoyingly cute." The man in question just huffed, pushing himself into his arms more. A silent message, but an obvious one. "Oh? Do you want more tickles?" He could sense the way his boyfriend flushed deeper at that. He didn't need to see his face to know he was embarrassed by his own behavior. "S-stop teasing. Just do it if you're going to try this. Eventually you'll get tired of it." 

"And why would I get tired of your sweet, sweet laughter? I think someone's trying to make an excuse to get tickled.~" Kaveh answered. His sing-song tone made Haitham's hackles rise. He turned to glare at him again, but, with his expression and interesting angle, all it looked like was a look of desperation. "Stop talking, and do it. And stop using that word and that foolish tone." 

Haitham was doing his best to make himself sound serious. Kaveh knew him too well for that to work. After a second of eye contact, he glanced away, almost shyly. Oh, he knew. "Awh, can someone not handle me saying the dreaded t-word?" 

"Kaveh, don't try this with me-" 

"Tickle, tickle, tickle~!" 

As he spoke, his hands, which had come to rest on his side, squeezed at his muscle and slight chub with firm, quick movements. A rather embarrassing yelp came from Haitham, before a sudden outpour of laughter overcame his next insult. "G-aH! Ka-AhAhveh!" He bucked suddenly, almost making Kaveh let go of him. Unfortunately for him, he had read the sage like a book. "And there it goes. You're not usually this ticklish here, not until I start using the t-word. Am I right, or am I right?" 

He was not incorrect. With every word, more butterflies filled the inside of his stomach. Flustered, Haitham tried to turn his head into the pillow to keep what little dignity he had left. "Oh! Seems like I was right. Are you going to let me hear that laugh, or am I going to have to make you scream so loud I can hear it through your pillow?" Kaveh's ears were blessed with a soft, laughter-filled whine of complaint. "Either you move your head so I can hear me make you fall apart, or I'm going to tease you until I can see you turn a shade of red even Dehya wouldn't be caught dead in. Your choice." 

#lee!alhaitham #ler!kaveh #genshin impact tickling #sfw tickling #my writing #downywrites #ticklish!alhaitham

[downywrites]

I’ve read a fic of yours and I love the way you write ngl. I’m not very good with prompts, but may I request lee!itto ? He is adorable and deserves to giggle imo.

I have a headcanon that he thinks tickling is fun, mainly bc I don’t want him to suffer. Also because it makes him laugh and smile but also makes his friends laugh and smile, which is precious. It’s clear in trailers and in-game that he loves to laugh in general.

ler!itto is another option bc he’s silly like that. He’s the type of guy to get revenge tickles every single time. I’ll let you choose who gets him or gets got by him. If u don’t wanna, that’s fine too! Your blog, your choice

I’d recommend inazuma characters, just anyone but Yae Miko or Raiden Shogun, I do not want them near him lmao

thanks for reading if u got this far uh have a great day 🐊✨

Thanks for the request :D I decided to pick a random Inazuma character, and Yoimiya came up.

Hopefully, I don't mess up their characterization too bad- this will be my first time writing Itto AND Yoimiya.

Resting in the top of this tree had never felt less comforting. He leaned back, eyes shutting for a moment of respite that he knew would do him no good. Within his head, a thousand thoughts swirled, unbidden, to the surface. Clamoring angrily for his attention, almost. Itto gritted his teeth.

'Why do you mess up things like this? Why can't you just..fit in?'

'Just a little?' 

He touched his hand to his face. The wetness upon his hand almost felt mocking. It was such a little thing. Why was this weighing on him now? 

Itto sighed heavily. "I shouldn't mope about this," he told himself. "I don't deserve to mope about this stuff…Uh- this is below me, Itto, the one and oni..!" Even to him, his mutterings sounded hollow. 

A solemn silence filled the air, save for the sound of the wind blowing gently through the village's wind chimes. 

It was almost an infuriatingly fair-weathered day. The sun was shining, just enough to be warm, but not enough to scorch anybody for the crime of leaving the house. The sakura blooms were blossoming, soft petals dancing in the afternoon breeze. Children were laughing and frolicking in the tall grass, throwing balls and playing with toys their parents carved for them out of otogi wood and painted in many bright colors. Even the snack stalls were out and about. The smell of dango filled the air- the kind that Itto would smell commonly at festivals… wait a minute..

"Hey there, Itto! How's it going?" A voice below him made him yelp (in a very manly way) and almost fall off his perch (also in a very manly way). "Do ya want some dango? Surely sitting up there alone isn't all that fun on a good day like this!" He glanced down to see a rather familiar figure. "Ah..hey, Yoimiya. I'll take some, sure..!" Scrambling down from the tree and sliding down half of it in his haste to not make himself even more of a private embarrassment, he grabbed a stick of fish-shaped dango and quickly took a bite. "Ah, wait! Don't bite into that yet, it's hot-" 

The oni bit back the screech of pain at the burning sensation in his mouth. Through watery eyes, he smiled slightly and gave her a thumbs up. He pulled the stick out of his mouth, chewing slowly. Yoimiya's hands flew up to her mouth. "Oh, are you okay??" Nodding through the pain, the geo user extended the stick towards her. "...wah ih bah?" 

Yoimiya's experience with children speaking with their mouths full saved her the confusion. She shook her head vehemently. "Oh no, please keep it. I'll find you a place to throw that away in a moment. But first… are you alright?" Itto painfully swallowed the piping hot dessert quickly to respond. "I'm right…as rain!..Why do you ask?" 

"You don't look too good, Itto…are you sure you're alright?" Yoimiya meant nothing by it, he was sure. It was probably because he had just done the equivalent of burning the entirety of the inside of his mouth. Even so, he felt more tears welling up in his eyes. Overwhelmed by emotion he was more than a little hesitant to express in front of the lady, he turned away from her. His shoulders trembled a little as he covered his face with both of his hands. 

Yoimiya winced a little. She had suspected he wasn't doing too well when she found the rest of his crew wandering around without him. And, coupled with the look of concern that flashed on Shinobu's face when she asked about him, had spurred her to look for the man herself in hopes of finding out just how badly he was faring. Slowly, as to not startle him too much, she pulled the stick out of his hand and burned it to a crisp quickly. She was not half as slow to wrap her arms around him. "Hey, hey. It's okay. What's bothering you?" 

The man's chest heaved, and as she patted his back soothingly, she felt his heartbeat. It was quick, not unlike a rabbit's. "You don't have to say anything if you don't feel up to it." He nodded into her shoulder, almost butting into her with his horns. "How about we find a better place to talk? I think it might be a little too open to chat about this stuff here." 

He let her drag him to her house without much fanfare. If there was anything else that could make the firework creator any more concerned, it was the way Itto was behaving. The Itto she knew would be trying to act natural and walk ahead or beside her. Almost like a kicked puppy, the oni was trailing behind. His eyes seemed to be drawn towards the pavement below him. And, almost damningly, he was silent. 

She opened the sliding door and slipped in ahead of him. "Welcome to my place!..Sorry, it's a little messy right now. I was working on some fireworks, and…" She trailed off, remembering swiftly why exactly she had brought him over. "Sorry, a bit too cheerful for the situation. Well..how do I make you feel better?" Itto had slipped in at some point, looking over the half-finished blueprints and the scatterings of gunpowder and colorful paper with interest. 

"...I just…Yoimiya, do you think I needa try fitting in better?" Her head swiveled around so fast, she felt the muscles in her neck cramp a little. She bit back a wince. "Ehh…what?? Who made you think that?" 

"I did… it just- y'know, feels like I always get my group in trouble for some reason or another. And then they tell me, well, onis are always like that an' stuff.. so should I just let my group go with Shinobu and find somewhere else to terrorize?" As he spoke, Yoimiya's eyebrows furrowed. With a strength he wasn't sure she had until just then, she gripped onto his shoulders firmly and shook him slightly. "Stop that, Itto. Those people are just being rude. And your presence isn't terrorizing anyone, and if they think that, then-then you tell them they should stop being scared of you!" 

Itto's eyes were wide as she continued. Determination and passion infused every word she spoke to him, and a steely look he hadn't seen many times before seemed to pierce his very soul. "You're amazing, just the way you are. Shinobu and the rest of the gang love having you around. Why else would they still be you?" The oni felt a prickling in his eyes and he reached up to wipe away the tears that began to blur his vision. His voice wavered. "Thanks, Yoi…" He smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. 

The pyro user noticed. She pouted slightly, letting go of the man and placing her hands on her hips. "Not smiling still? On such a nice day? Now, this is a crime!" Tutting quietly and wiggling her finger, her amber eyes sparkled with playfulness. Any determination she expressed before seemed to have vaporized into thin air. "How about this- you can pay for your crimes quickly and easily, or you can resist arrest, and I'll catch you myself!" He looked at her, puzzled. "What are ya talkin about? I haven't done anything illegal for real, right?" 

She sighed. "No, Itto. It's play talk. I wanna make you laugh like you always do, so…"

"Won't you give me a big smile, you big dork?"  

Before he was able to respond, he found himself on the floor. The tatami mat was soft, almost bouncy. He yelped loudly, glancing up at his attacker. "AUG- Yoimiya, woah! Next time, warn a guy-" 

Another yelp came from him at the sudden poke to his ribs. When he didn't push her away, her hands gently fluttered over his exposed ribs. He bucked instinctually. Yoimiya yelped, grabbing onto him for dear life. This only served to tickle more. "GaH! Hehehey, whahat-" 

"I told you I wanted to hear you laugh again! What does it look like I'm doing, silly?" Itto's reply was too garbled with laughter to reply. Deep and rumbling, his laugh seemed to shake the entirety of his body with its intensity. Yoimiya's smile only grew as the oni below her showed no inclination to escape. From underneath her, his body was virtually limp, besides slight twitches here and there when she poked at his lower ribs. "Ah-hehe! Yohoimihiya, thihihis ihihis-" 

"Is what? You do this to your friends all the time. Have they never managed to get you back?" As she spoke, her hands moved to his stomach, tracing the outline of his abs with a nail. A rather unmanly speal squeaked its way out of Itto. For a moment, their eyes locked in unbridled shock. The oni slapped his hands over his mouth. "Uhm…" 

It wasn't silent for long. The pyro user took the short moment of reprise to taser his sides. "Okay, this silence doesn't sound like laughter to me." She watched as his shoulders shook and his eyes scrunched closed. But no noise came out from behind his hands. A fake frown settled on her face. "That won't do. Itto..~ could you let me hear your laughter?" He shook his head a little. 

"Oh, come on. Okay, well.. if you don't want me to, I guess I have to make your laugh too loud to muffle!" 

With that statement, Yoimiya tucked her hands into his sides, squeezing the muscle as firmly and quickly as she dared. Almost immediately, Itto's body seemed to jerk away from her hands. All compliance seemed to sail out the window the moment she got 'serious'. And, before long, she heard adorably high-pitched giggles. Muffled, and definitely restrained as much as possible, but audible. 

"Mff-hihihi!" She watched as his ears turned red. "Awhh! Your giggles are soo CUTE!" Gently spidering her fingers over his sides only made his giggles louder. "Did I get you all worked up, just from this? Oh my archons, Itto.. you're such a cutie pie!" 

"D-dohohon't sahahay thahat! Ihihi'm Ihihitto. Ihihi aihihin't cuhuHUTE-" Itto's voice hiked as she squeezed his hips. Unable to stop himself from curling into himself, he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her closer to him. Yoimiya could actively feel her heart melt. 'Why is such a big guy acting so cute right now? This has to be illegal. It has to be!' 

Her hands drilled into his hips, and she felt his grip tighten around her. His shoulders shook with mirth. And, after a brief moment of giggles, Itto's laughter reached its loudest yet. Rough-edged, his laughter could scare someone if they heard it in the tides of battle. Coupled with his towering height, perhaps his stature and laugh would be reason enough for an entire squad of police officers to turn tail. Even so, the only feeling Yoimiya had for his laugh was fondness, a warm feeling that seemed to pervade every part of her body as she continued to drill and knead at the slightly protruding bone. 

As he squirmed slightly, she could feel his heartbeat again. Just like before, it was quick. But this time, it didn't feel half as frantic as it was before. Testing the waters, Yoimiya's hands slowly moved towards his lower back. "He-hehehaha…! Hehehey!" She giggled at the way he tried to rest his chin on her shoulder. "I don't think I'm tall enough to be a chinrest… good try, though!" 

As he grumbled in soft complaint, she decided to make it up to him by dragging her finger up his spine. The resulting yelp sounded both indignant and amused. "GAH! Yo, what was that for?!" 

"Being all pouty in my ear is also illegal while I'm around!" Itto grumbled again. "Hmph, this stuff. I already told you, I didn't do anythin' wrong this time!" 

The pyro user sighed. She shook her head slightly, her smile widening in a mix of both fondness and a tinge of resignment. "Ah, Itto. That's not what I meant. It's just a joke, okay? Nobody's arresting you." She couldn't help but giggle again at the confused sound he made, though. "It's just a tease! Don't Shinobu and the gang tease you like that?"

"No?" 

"...okay, fair enough." Yoimiya's hands massaged at the tensest muscles she could feel in a soothing motion. She felt him sag in her grasp, and for a moment she reminded herself that his weight would probably be enough to crush her in this position. "Still, though. Are you feeling at least a little better now?" 

He nodded. "Yeah.." The silent 'but' hung in the air. "You still want me to keep going?" 

If it were virtually anyone else in any other situation, the sudden lack of noise would have been crushing. Nothing moved, not even the wind chimes outside. She took his silence (correctly) as acquiescence. "Alright, I hear you loud and clear." 

"I didn't say anything!" 

"You didn't need to say it, Itto. Now come on, let me make you smile again!" 

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Let me know if you have any other requests for me. I'd love to receive them :D

#downywrites #my writing #genshin impact tickling #genshin tickle #tickle fic #lee!itto #ler!yoimiya #does that tag even exist..?

[covenofwives]

Hey buddy. Take all the time you need. I hope I see you again, but if I don't.. it was a great ride with you.

Love you <3 /p

Downy 💜 my bird brethren

#downywrites

[downywrites]

Forgot I have a blog have a drabble Ig

lol sorry

Sapnap was not going to lie...the car ride was taking much, much longer than he expected. Trees and bushes he swore he saw earlier whizzed by the windows, looking almost like stripey, green paint smears rushing by. He kept his eyes on the road, leather steering wheel slippery under his grip. Sneaking a peek into the back of the car, the two other occupants were snoring softly, chests rising and falling in harmony. Quackity and Karl took no notice of the other, with Karl murmuring sweet nothings in his sleep. At the sound of his voice, Quackity snuggled in closer instinctually, a small coo escaping his mouth as he did. ‘Cute.’ His mind supplied, smiling over them like a fawning dam. He shook his head, shaggy hair almost falling into his face. ‘Gotta stay focused. Can’t crash the car with them in it.’ He weaved his tail through the cracks in the seats to check on them anyway, spade dragging over something glassy and spherical shaped as he reached for Karl. With a little maneuvering, he pulled off the accessory, patting the time traveler’s head. The softness of his hair made him giggle a bit, forcing him to pull back in order to keep them from crashing into a tree. ‘Nope, nope. Stay focused. Don’t think about them, don’t think about them…’

The sound of the radio humming softly in the background faded in and out of Sapnap’s consciousness, like a drumstick just barely touching the leather surface. It was the one thing that kept him going throughout the whole car trip- that, and the soft trilling coming from the duck in the back seat. He sighed, ears flicking slightly to stave off his own drowsiness. The GPS’s voice beeped in his ear, startling him slightly. “You have reached your destination. It is ahead on the right.” Hair standing on end from the grating voice, he shuddered, shakily driving into the designated parking spot outside his house. ‘Ugh, why is that GPS so fucking loud? I need to turn the stereo down, man. Ow.’ 

Stumbling out into the chilly air of the night-time, he wrapped his tail about his waist, instinctually heating up to keep himself at a healthy temperature of 104 degrees. With a few little crackles, his clothes smoldered from the heated contact, but stayed relatively fire-free. Gingerly, he opened the back door, arm outstretched in case one of his lovers was leaning on it. Much to his relief, they were not. Carefully, almost too carefully, he tapped the closest shoulder (?) among the tangle of limbs and feathers. A small jerk accompanied the tap. Nothing else moved. He tapped again. 

“Hello? Are either of you awake?” A small moan, high yet throaty, escaped the owner of the shoulder he was tapping. Emboldened by the reaction, the blaze tapped again, this time much more insistent than before. The soft fabric the two of them were under shifted at the movement beneath it, making a shuffling sound that was unmistakably Karl. “Karl, I know you’re awake~” The brown-haired man groaned softly, one eye opening to look at his assailant with mock irritation. “Go away, I’m sleeping. Dead. Not alive at all, you killed me.” He slumped down, head lolling even more than before in a overdramatized show of ‘death’. “Blech.” 

Whether or not Sapnap believed his act was veritable or not, it certainly was loud enough to rouse the final of the trio. Wings flicking outwards and catching Karl in the side of the face as they extended, he yawned widely, feathers fluffing. The time traveler let out a curse at the whack. ‘Ow, Quacks, that hurt…” He whined, making his best (sleepy) puppy-dog eyes at the barely-sentient avian. Quackity paid it no heed, simply crawling slowly towards the door as drunkards do. He’d know, he had to deal with them almost every day at his casino. Out of the two still within the car, he was the first to emerge in all his pin-feathered glory, stumbling into Sapnap’s arms like a rag doll. The warrior chuckled, hefting him onto his shoulder with a grunt. “Hmph, guess I’ll have to carry you guys. Literally, this time.”

“Karl?” 

“Yes?”

“Wanna hitch a ride?” 

“…Fuck yes.”

“Don’t let my dad hear that on a call, or he’ll kill ya.” 

—

It didn’t take long for Karl to get situated.

Karl didn’t have much on him, which made things even easier for them to pick up and bring into the warm, already-lit house. A pair of goggles for his time-warping, a few pairs of clothes, his notebooks and quills…and that was about it. Karl was a light packer. 

Quackity? Not so much. 

Sapnap hissed at the burn in his calves, tail lashing a little. “Quacks, did you bring your entire casino with you? How heavy did you pack?!” The duck hybrid smirked, huffing a jar of…something he stole from his bags. With his other hand, he placed some extra baggage on the edge of his tail, watching with amusement as it slid down the length of it and mussed up the hairs there. Another curse flew past his face as he did, as well as a glare that could have cooked him with its intensity. Turning to the side, he whistled, holding his arms behind his back in fake innocence. “What? Did something happen?” Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw his lover hiss out a small plume of smoke. “You little shit.” He covered his second smirk with a well-timed wing stretch. “I have no idea why you would call me such a rude thing out of the blue like that. How dare you.”

A smirk of his own began to grow on Sapnap’s face, a look that sent a little chill down his spine. “You’re lucky you’re so cute and it’s too cold for me to supercharge myself, or you’d be on the floor right now.” “Pants on or pants off?” A little twinkle in his eye, this time. “Either would be fine with me.” 

A soft voice from the inside of the house made the two pause. “Sappy, Quacky, it’s 1:30..I wanna go to bed soon, please?” Both pairs of eyes widened. A beat of silence passed, with nothing but a soft bowing of the wind to punctuate the supreme lack of reaction from the two, before Quackity lunged for the door, running away at top speed. Sapnap ignored the burn in his muscles to chase after the duck, panting softly with the exertion. Already used to the two rowdier men in his life, Karl stepped to the side nonchalantly, waiting for the two of them to enter the house before shutting the door with a satisfying click. He shook his head slightly, rubbing his eyes a little. “Those two have that much energy? Oh boy, I don’t know if I can keep up with that pace if this is an everyday thing…” The thuds of the duo’s socked feet hitting the hardwood floor made him giggle a little. “If they don’t tire themselves out first, I mean. I should go check on them soon..” He trailed off, glancing at the fireplace longingly. “Hmm…” Walking towards the glassy windowpane, he lit a match on the edge of the bricks, throwing it in and switching the gas on. Soon enough, the smell of flames and warm coals buffeted his face. Muffling a sigh of content, he closed the door quickly, sitting on the edge of the couch. Noticing that the sounds of their chase had subsided, he called out, “Saved some space for you two! You two tuckered yourselves out, didn’t you?”

Sure enough, the duo had shuddered to a stop, halting breaths making their chests heave like two points in the sea. Karl had to resist the urge to rush to them right then and there to give them a hand as they struggled to sit down on the couch. “You two are so dumb sometimes.” He rolled his eyes fondly at the two of them, before noticing a particular item in Sapnap’s hand. “Is that...my luggage bag? Have you been carrying that the entire time?” The sheepish silence from the other said enough. “You’re such a honking idiot, Sappy.” A toothy grin was his only retort. A small groan from Quackity made their attention shift to him. Sapnap opened his mouth to make a joke about his apparent loss in their mock-game of tag. It was certainly the wrong choice. 

Gold, shimmering feathers found their way into his open mouth, soft, outlined wings stretching out. Quackity snickered at the resulting sputter he got from his boyfriend, pulling back his wing before any payback could occur. “That’s for fucking shoving me into the floor. Twice.” Sapnap glared at him, but there was no real heat behind it. With a soft, resigned growl, he leaned back into the couch, sinking into it a little more and shoving his horns into the cracks in the cushions. The pressure on the faces of them made him hum a little, tail stretching out to wrap around Quackity’s wrist. 

Quacking softly in return, the duck hybrid spread his wings out, laying the dandelion primaries on his two lovers. After a moment of fluffing, they sat like two flower-colored blankets to either side of him, as if they were doused in a shimmering mustard-and-sunlight hued veil. Karl made a noise of contentment himself, grabbing at his wing gently and organizing the feathers carefully. He kneaded into the semi-tense muscles, a small pang of joy overwhelming his senses when each spot slowly relaxed under his fingers and a small little trill escaped Quackity’s lips. Sapnap was no different, carding through the feathers and heating up just enough to feel cozy for the other. Massaging his body heat deep into Quackity’s muscles, he grinned at the contented noises the others were making.

 Still trilling, the duck grabbed Sapnap’s tail, inciting a small surprised noise from the blaze, and gently took the spade of it into his hands. With deft, flickering touches, the man teased the soft, velvety surface of the twitching appendage. Massaging small circles into the membrane where spade and tail-bone met, he grinned slightly at the hitch of breath he got in return. “LIke that, mi corazon?” A soft growl was Sapnap’s only response, as well as a small prick of his fingernails digging into his feathers. His fingers traced the outlines of his tail, rubbing the soft fluff with the meat of his thumb. At the edges, he scratched ever so slightly at the sensitive ridges. Sapnap giggled, squirming in place and purring a bit. His cheeks heated up at the way the two of them looked at him. 

“W-whihy are you guhuys looking at me like tha-hat?” 

Karl’s eyes twinkled with mischief and adoration. “Well, you’re just too cute! If Q’s making you this soft and giggly, what would the two of us be able to do to you?” His ears flicked back a little from the gentle teasing. Covering his mouth and breaking eye contact, his tail halfheartedly tried to escape Quackity’s grasp. The casino dealer merely held on tighter, scribbling lightly over the surface again to watch his lover’s shoulders jump from repressed laughter. Karl giggled to himself, getting off of the couch to circle around it and ambush the blaze. When Sapnap’s eyes almost flicked to the (not very sneaky) man, Quackity thumbed at the base of it again. He choked on a loud purr, eyes fluttering closed as he all but melted onto the armrest. “S-stohop, I ne-need to help you two gehet sihituateD-”

 He yelped at Karl’s sudden touch on his horns, before another stuttering loud purr escaped him. The time traveler standing above him grinned, scratching and squeezing his horns. As he teased his lover’s horns, he leaned down to whisper into his flicking ear. “Well, we can do that after you’re a puddle of purrs and giggles, can’t we?” The blaze squealed, shoving his face deeper into the armrest. “N-ahaha, Kaharl!” His horns pulsed with energy beneath his hands, the sensitive rides and planes slowly filling with its unique inner color Quackity and Karl had seen so many times before. Quackity chuckled, rubbing at the tail in his hands firmly. He pulled his wings in so they didn’t get crushed by the warrior. If he noticed, Sapnap showed no reaction to it, squirming around and purring through his squeaky, flustered giggles. “Aww, who’s the cutest little Sappy Nap? You are!” Karl grinned, planting a kiss on the crown of his head. The blaze’s purrs only got louder. Sapnap peeked through his hair to look at him, fondness apparent in his expression. Gently massaging at the base of his horns again, he scribbled at the shell of his ear with a smile.

Quackity was not one to be outdone. “You might have him purring in your hands, Karl, but I swear I’ll make him roll over for me.” He quacked gently at the other, eyes narrowing and wings flaring with his challenge. Without waiting for his acceptance of the friendly challenge, the duck dove in, lunging onto Sapnap’s back and scribbling over his lower back indiscriminately. With his spare hand, he continued to rub at the now-limp tail, keeping the ‘poor’ warrior out of commission and fully unable to fight back.. Not that he wanted to. Sapnap was in a state of pure bliss, hybrid instincts keeping him content as the household’s current purr machine. As Quackity began to hone in on his spine, his back arched away from his fingers weakly. His tail whipped about a little, curling around the duck’s hand contentedly. “Naha-ahah! Plehehease!”

“Oh? Does our little blaze want more pets? What do you think, Quacks?”

“Oh, si. I think we can do this all night~” 

#did I beta read this nope #lee!sapnap #ler!quackity #ler!karl #dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #tickle fic #more a drabble tho #downywrites #sorry for the radio silence my memory is shit

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Behold another drabble

(Note: This may be a little bit nsfw, but not really only if you squint lol)

Trans!Tubbo messes up his horns a little.

Tubbo was fucked. Absolutely and totally so. He tilted his head in the mirror, wincing at the harsh shade change of the horns. Curse his absolutely terrible hand-eye coordination. He buffed the chipped edge desperately, whimpering softly when the chip didn’t seem to be going away. In fact, it seemed to be getting bigger…

With a small curse and a little hoof stomp, the goat threw the buffing rag to the ground, growling under his breath. He glanced back at the mirror in irritation, glaring at his own milky eye. “Damn it all!” Sighing softly, he turned away from the dresser. He’d deal with the problems later. First, he needed to go and get food for the family. There was no time to mope about his horn. He just hoped that nobody would say a thing about the large crack that he sported. How did he even do that?

Draping a small tapestry of jewels and little charms over his horns, the goat admired the way they shimmered in his blurry vision like little stars. He shrugged on a coat, not caring about how disheveled he looked. Hooves making thumping noises onto the floorboards, he rushed down the stairwell. At the base of the staircase, he grabbed a small satchel, slinging it about himself as he went. 

“Hafta go and get some bread from Nikki before her store closes…” 

The wind about him whistled, smelling like taffy and pastries. The palette of fall swirled about him like a fluttering field of wheat, catching his eye with their soft, orangey-brown shades. The whole area of L’manberg was smothered with leaves and fall decor, courtesy of two very chaotic idiots he called his best friend and husband respectively. As the goat slowed down his pace to a leisurely, but still very brisk, trot, he admired his surroundings. In the back of his mind, a single voice continued to whisper sweet little insecurities about his horn. He didn’t care to listen. All of the townspeople knew just how bad his eyesight was. What could they possibly say to hurt him? 

Nevertheless, the voice persisted. “What if they mock you for it? You’ve had these horns for so long now. How can you possibly mess this up? It should be second nature to you.” Besides himself, he shivered in the rather balmy fall sunlight. ‘Was I really a failure for messing this up? No…’ Even his own consciousness sounded shaky, just like the bridge he was currently crossing. Maybe he should help rebuild it next time around? The black satchel that swung back and forth as he walked thumped against his hip in time with his gait, looking almost brown in the streaming golden sunlight. Tubbo tried to ignore the way his horn’s jagged edges waxed angrily in the shimmering reflection over the water. ‘Just keep going, nobody will notice unless you bring attention to it…’ 

His hooves scuffed against the newly-installed cobble flooring of the downtown area. A sigh of relief escaped his lungs, the tight hug of his binder poking through the next rapid inhale he took in at the beautiful sight of the autumn decor strung about the already quaint looking place. The wire doorways into the square were strung with fairy lights and plastic orange and red leaves, sticking out brightly from the grey and black walls of the houses nearby. From the way they were situated, it certainly was the work of Tommy. Nobody else would be able to string that the way it was, besides Quackity. (Quackity would never.) In the back of his mind, he wondered how much the townsfolk had to bribe him into doing it. Maybe another music disk? 

The fountain’s water streams glittered softly, sending little dancing reflections spiralling off into the distance. The innocuous pumpkins, still uncarved and placed on the edges of the decoration, seemed as if they were covered in the mist that it produced. Once he got closer, it was evident that it was. Little rivulets of water slipped down their curves. Tubbo tried to focus more on it, but he decided otherwise. ‘Not the time to admire this. Gotta get in, get out.’ 

He slipped into the doorway of the bakery, the little, rusted bell above his head jingling merrily at his entrance. Almost immediately, the scents and sounds rushed over him, barely stopping from overwhelming his senses with their strength. He resisted the urge to gag at the strong scent of raisin bread and cinnamon, tightening his mouth around his teeth. Nikki’s cheerful voice pierced the air, forcing him to flick his ears downwards a little to block out some of the extra echo. “Hey, Tubbo! What would you like today?” He forced a smile, looking around to find her silhouette among the warm almond colored furniture and wares. The light above him flickered. He tried to ignore that. “H-hey Nikki! Just some normal bread and maybe some carrot cake. Where are you?” Wandering in further, he searched for her checkered apron among the cottage-style furnaces. He saw nothing but the stone furnaces. Swallowing down his frustration with a chuckle, he moved closer to the counter, calling for Nikki again with a small hoof stomp. “Nikki? Seriously, not funny, can’t see you with my one good eye! If you’re playing hide and seek, ya win!” 

Nikki’s bell-like giggles graced his ears to the side of him. With a small movement, he turned hs head to look to that side-

And there she was, right next to her. He yelped, hopping to the side in surprise. At that, Nikki burst into even louder giggles. Holding her stomach, her shoulders shook with mirth from the sheer strength of her laughter. “Ohoho my! I didn’t think you’d jump that much from little old me!” Tubbo rolled his eyes. “Prime damn it, Nikki.” Trying to control his heartbeat back to a normal speed, he glared softly at her, pinning his ears back in semi-annoyance. “Not funny.” 

After a moment or four, the baker began to sober up, wiping her tears of amusement with a glove-covered hand. In her other one, she held out a small basket, chock-full of baked goodies of all kinds. Nuts, raisins, and other treats stuck out of some of the loaves and biscuits, and the scent of sweet, freshly baked goods made his nose twitch. “Here, for the scare. It’s on me, goat-boy. Feed your family to bursting, will you?” After a moment of hesitation, he took it into his hands slowly, making sure he grabbed it firmly. It was heavier than he expected. Looking up to meet her eyes, he smiled brightly, tail wagging slowly behind him. “T-thank you. You didn’t have to-” 

“Oh, it’s nothing. After all, you must have had to fight off whatever broke the tip of your horn like that!” 

His blood ran cold. Ears pinning back a bit, Tubbo laughed nervously. “Ahaha, yeah! Thanks so much, gotta go!” As quickly as he could muster, he slipped out the door, waving at the smiling baker. ‘She noticed. She noticed, she noticed, she noticed-’ 

“Hey Tubbo!” Another voice made him freeze in his tracks. ‘Puffy.’ “Hey, Captain! H-how are ya?” She grinned, tilting her head to the side. Her frost-colored curls spiraled down as she did, revealing her proudly gleaming horns. “Amazing! And you?” She paused for a moment, frowning a little. “Hey..did you get into a scuffle? A butting match? Because dang, Tubs, that cut is wicked!” Her ears pinned back in empathy, hissing, as she touched the edge of the keratin. Tubbo tried not to pull away from her at the soft twinge of pain that flickered to life from her touch. Her nails sent little sparks through his spine. After what felt like an eternity, she pulled her hand back, whistling softly. “Well, whatever did that to you, I hope you shanked it. Don’t think you wanna keep that thing around Michael.” He stuttered out a reply. “Y-yeah, wouldn’t dream of it.” ‘Does that mean I shouldn’t be around him?’ The goat pulled back, hopping on his haunches and stepping behind him. “Well, I gottagobye-” 

“Uhm, okay! See ya!” 

His heart was racing way too fast. Running and jumping over things he really shouldn’t be jumping over, he sprinted home, whispers and accusations weighing down his chest as he did. ‘They noticed. You’re a failure. What could you say to get yourself out of this? Useless. You should have stayed a doe.’ The dry grass crunched underhoof as he dashed past the path he went on originally. 

‘You failed.’

‘Worthless.’

‘Should have stayed a doe, had a kid. Then you’d be worthy of those horns.’

‘Useless.’ 

‘What kind of buck can’t buff his own horns?’

The doors creaked open as he pushed past them. 

‘Give up.’ 

‘You are nothin-’

“Hey Tubbs! Did you get the bread?” Ranboo vwooped softly, tails wagging at his husband’s arrival. Almost immediately, the whispers stopped. (Thank Prime.) Tubbo screeched to a stop at the edge of the kitchen, hooves scraping almost painfully on the flooring as he did. Panting, he nodded, holding up the basket with a trembling arm. “Ran huff all the way here.” The enderman’s bicolored eyes widened. “In a binder? Tubbo-” “Shh, Boo. Just enjoy the extra bread.” If Ranboo noticed, he didn’t mention the cracked horn he sported, simply nodding and taking the bread from the hybrid. His claws gently wrapped about the weaved handle as he poured its contents out on the cutting board, gentle scraping noises from his bread knife cutting through the almost-silence. The grandfather clock in the very back of the kitchen continued to make ticking noises, framing the soft noises in a way that was strangely comforting. As he caught his breath, Tubbo watched his husband slice the bread, shuffling over to the nearest stool to watch. 

His ears flicked over to listen to the soothing scrapes, eyes fluttering shut as time went on. As the light seeping from the windows slowed down to a trickle, his breathing slowed to an almost imperceptible beat, seen only by the strain needed to breathe through his binder. 

Ranboo finished off the last slices of the bread, putting the last of it away in the pantry with a soft sigh. Tails curling about his leg, he turned to look at his husband’s sleeping form, a soft smile growing on his face at the way he was slumped over. “Cute.” Wrapping his arms around him, he picked up the rather muscular buck with a grunt, hefting him upwards. “Dang it, Bee...why are you so heavy?” 

Michael peeked his head out, snorting happily at the sight of both his dads in the room. Ranboo purred, squatting down to address him. Tubbo’s hooves barely grazed the floor as he spoke. “Michael, the bread is in the pantry. I have to tuck in Papa, okay? He’s really sleepy.” The little zombie piglin nodded, ears flapping softly as he did. “Okay, Daddy!” As his hoofsteps receded, the enderman continued his trek up the stairs, hoping Tubbo was too deeply asleep to notice his halting, jerky movements as he went. Stabilizing himself on the polished rungs of the stairs, he struggled his way up, arm securing the sleeping buck burning with strain. Once Ranboo reached their bedroom, he placed Tubbo gingerly onto the bed. His breath caught when he rolled over, small snuffles making his chest seize up, escaping with a wheeze when he stayed fast asleep.”Thank Prime you’re a heavy sleeper.” 

Ranboo wandered around the bedroom, pulling out the chair next to the bed and taking a seat. The soft plush of the seat made him sigh softly. His tails wagged gently at the feeling. Eyes slipping closed, he leaned over the side of the chair. ‘Maybe a little rest wouldn’t hurt….’ 

His eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar glimmer of something among the lights of the dresser. “What is that..?” He moved closer. “Is that...a buffing rag?” Getting up to take a closer look, he picked up the small tube of buffing solution and the rag, looking over the other, unfamiliar tools with slight apprehension. ‘I may not know what the heck those other things are, but the buffing rag is unmistakeable. Why did Tubbo leave these out? Unless…’ He glanced at his horn, then back at the rag. ‘Did he get frustrated after buffing? Is that why he had a crack at the tip? I thought he just rammed his head too hard into a rock or something...Prim’damn it.’ 

He carded a hand through his hair, muttering softly to himself. “I should wake Tubbo so I can get him out of the binder and buff his horns...but what if he gets mad at me? I don’t want him mad at me...but I need to. It’s not healthy to stay in that all day long.”

“If he gets mad at me, Michael’s still awake.”

“But I need to get him out of it. If his ribs collapse, I’m going to have a much bigger problem than just an argument…” 

That was what Tubbo awoke to. He blinked himself awake slowly, listening to his husband mumble something about...his horns? Blearily and slurred from slumber, he spoke aloud, “‘thought you don’t need to buff your ‘orns…” Ranboo yelped, teleporting a small distance away in surprise. “Ack, Tubbo? I thought you were asleep!” 

“Was….” 

“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to get you out of your binder and...and, uh...help you with your horns?” He grinned sheepishly, holding his hands out placatingly. “Is that okay?” Tubbo whined a little at the mention of his horns, curling up a little. “..I ‘ucked up my horns…’m sorry for worrying you, Boo..I should do it ‘yself…’m a bad buck.” The enderman vwooped softly, concerned by his wording. “Tubbo, you know that messing up buffing is really easy, especially when you only have one working eye. It’s okay. I can help you if you want me to.” He teleported back over, stretching his arm out to scratch behind one of his ears. “Do you want me to help?” 

At the soft scratching, the goat bleated, leaning into the touch and nuzzling into his arm. His eyes fluttered shut again, the comforting touch erasing the qualms and self-conscious whispers in the depths of his head. “..yeah..” At that, Ranboo sat down in the bed with him, carefully extracting his husband from the sheets he got tangled in during his nap. “I’ll take of your binder first, yeah?” When he got the nod of affirmation, the enderman began to pull off his binder. Grunting a little with the effort, he worried the fabric around the edges, slowly taking it off. The light touch of his nails on his skin made the sleepy hybrid giggle, bleating again at the way Ranboo massaged his ribs as each one was revealed. “Sorry if this is too rough, Tubbs. I have to get this off of you, or you’ll have a hard time breathing tomorrow.” “ ‘s fine, Boo.” He answered breathily. “I’ve pulled it off harder on a good day than you are right now.” 

With a few more tugs, he got it over his head, pulling off the binder triumphantly. Once he had done so, he teleported to the closet, picking out an oversize sweatshirt for Tubbo to wear, before teleporting back. “Here, Bee.” He turned around to let him put it on, only turning back around when he bleated out a “done”. Ranboo sat back down, snuggling into his husband’s back and purring lowly. “Mmkay, dear. It’s buffing time. I’ll have to polish it and take care of that crack.” 

Using his tails to grab the tools from the dresser, he placed them onto the covers. The enderman picked up the rag, still wet with buffing liquid from earlier. Gently, almost reverently, he placed the tip of the fabric onto his horn. He watched for any adverse reactions from the other. There were none, besides the softest of huffs. Emboldened by the reaction, he swiped the rag downwards over the soft spiral of it, admiring the dull sheen that followed behind its path. At the pleasurable sensation, Tubbo bleated again, pushing into the rag more. Rubbing the same path over and over again, he continued to rub away the dirt and grime that had slowly accumulated on his horns, focusing especially on the grooves in between each outgrowth. The little dips of the horns left splotches of ash on the rag, little snippets of his work building mines and bombs, along with his toils in the forges and furnaces.

 Ranboo took great pains to avoid the spots that seemed to make him wince through the haze of bliss that began to blanket Tubbo’s mind with every caress of his horns, cleaning them as quickly as he could before moving back to a spot that made him maa loudly as a reward for his discomfort. “You’re doing great, little bee.” “Mmh, Ran...is Michael asleep yet? I don’t wanna keep him up.” He shook his head no from behind him, answering verbally when he realized his mistake. “Nope. He’s probably playing with the chicken right now. I told him to snack on the bread for dinner.” Satisfied with the answer, Tubbo’s shoulders relaxed even more. “..mmkay-ah! Ranboo, n-not- ohh~” “What’s wrong, Tubbs? Why not here?” He rubbed at the base of the spiral agan, grinning toothily when another pleasured noise escaped him. The goat’s tail wagged behind him, the small puff brush against the enderman’s clothing as it moved. ‘Cute.’ “S-stop, Ranboo...If Michael’s awake, then he’ll h-hear me..” 

“And?” The enderman continued to rub his horns, observing the way he twitched underneath his hands. With his other hand, he scratched at the grooves. The soft giggles in between his bleating was music to his ears.

Tubbo’s ears flicked back and up in a weak attempt to hide the bases. In response, Ranboo vwooped softly, scratching behind it and whispering into the trembling curve of it. “What’s wrong? Tubbs, you love this usually. Are you holding back?” He grinned at the way the buck’s shoulders trembled with the strain of keeping himself still. “Mhh, Ranboo, s-stop! That tihickles! M-mihichael might hehear uhus!” The enderman snorted. “Hear you, you mean. Not my problem, Bee.” He whined softly, glaring weakly at the enderman. “Mehehean.” The enderman chuckled lowly, rubbing soothing circles over the scuffed areas directly besides the bases. Once they were polished to his liking, he moved upwards, gently teasing at the grooves and lines of Tubbo’s horns just to hear him giggle and squeak. Flailing a bit from the sensations, Tubbo squealed softly at the touch of the buffing rag on a particularly ticklish spot on the underside of his horn. Tail wagging, he bleated happily at his husband, who simply continued to polish that specific spot with a small smile. “You like this spot, Bee?” 

“Yeheheah! Ihihit tihihickles!” 

“Well, that’s a surprise.” 

Tubbo rolled his eyes at his husband’s snarkiness, before turning his head a little so he could reach more spots than before. The enderman immediately took advantage of it, moving closer and closer to the bases again. He grinned at the shuddering movements of his husband from his careful ministrations. “So cute, Bee.” Tubbo glared at him softly, but couldn’t do much to look at him directly. “Shuhuhut uhuhup!” 

Michael had definitely heard them by now….

Tubbo had to explain much, much later. 

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Purpled is interrogated about his linkage to the alien things that have been randomly appearing everywhere. Unfortunately for him, he genuinely has no clue. Aka, just an excuse for lee Purpled. Literally.

Ayo, mates! My requests are still open, if anyone wants anything written!

The whole alien theme was getting out of hand, in Philza’s opinion. The bird man couldn’t find a single place that hadn’t been affected by either the egg or the suspicious alien structures that kept popping up everywhere. They were pretty, but they were a nuisance otherwise. Tommy had been recently complaining of them appearing in front of his house, blocking his way out directly. Tubbo and Ranboo had complaints of the same caliber, having to blow the structure up with a few well-placed pieces of dynamite in order for them to get to their respective places of work on time. Techno had also spoken of random failed ship specimens slamming into him before, although the veracity of that claim is still hotly debated at the dinner table. Nonetheless, it was a problem. A very large, relatively irritating problem. And he knew one of the most likely causes was walking around the area at this very moment.

He scanned the area, sharp eyes undulled by the years scouring the grasslands. A small speck of purple made him grin. There he was.. Purpled. The alien hybrid was known to be a wanderer of his species, getting stranded on the SMP after his UFO failed to take flight again. Then, almost mysteriously, it disappeared. (As in, it blew up, and everyone tried to ignore the shrapnel that landed surreptitiously on their houses.) He had taken to wandering around, fiddling with the extra structures lying about with a look of indifference and a slight flicker of confusion, which added onto the SBI’s belief that he knew what they were, at the very least. Thankfully for the eagle hybrid, the alien usually didn’t pay attention to his surroundings when not in the field of battle. The key word there was usually, though. If he didn’t time his ‘attack’ correctly, he might get a wingtip chopped off by his quick-access dagger. Kneeling low to the ground, he slowly moved closer to the younger of the two. The other didn’t seem to notice, lounging about underneath the shade of a specifically tall tree. A bee landed on his face as he did, but he seemed to not notice, too absorbed in his thoughts. Perfect. The grass gently whacked his face as he slunk closer. Closer….a little more….

Purpled shrieked at the sudden sensation of being tackled to the floor, hand automatically reaching for his knife holster. His eyes shot open to stare straight into bolt blue. “What the fuck?!?” “Sorry mate, I thought you’d run away from me if I walked up to you normally.” He spluttered, mind quickly processing the absurdity of that statement. “So you tackled me instead?” Philza grinned from above him. “I mean, sounds about right.” Purpled narrowed his eyes at him. Wariness was a part of his genes, and he sure as hell didn’t think now would be a good time to let down his guard. “We’ve been wondering what the alien sculptures were. Y’know, the ones that keep miraculously appearing in the mornings. Half-startled the shit out of some of my pals.”

“Uh huh.” The alien deadpanned at the other, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “And this is the reasoning behind tackling me because…?” “I thought you’d know. It does look like you’re familiar with the markings and stuff on the sides of it. Is this true?”: The avian tightened his grip ever so slightly, in the hopes that he would take the hint and answer the question in a straightforward manner. “...Well, I don’t believe I can help you with that. I am not of that species of alien.”

It was Philza’s turn to deadpan at him. He cocked a corn-silk colored eyebrow at him, all playfulness forgotten in the staredown that he and Purpled were currently engaging in. “No, really. What’s going on, mate?”

“First of all, I’m not your mate, and second of all, I still don’t know. What, do you think I can magically glean things from markings?” Philza scoffed slightly. “Doesn’t your species do that? You know, your clothing and your fancy underskin lights?”

“Well,” Purpled answered, matter of fact tone slowly driving the hardcore warrior up the wall, “Our underskin lights and clothes don’t always match up, either. Do humans not have accents or...what was it?...dialects. Yes, that’s the word.”

Philza retorted, “I thought you were a child of your species. How the hell did you even get here, anyways? Do you think your family’s out looking for you? Is that why you don’t know anything outside of your species?” His words struck home.

A small spark of anger lit up in the backs of the alien hybrid’s eyes, pushing at Philza with a strength the other didn’t know he possessed. When he spoke again, his voice was brittle like ice frosting over wood. “My family didn’t want a mutant like me.” The avian felt a pang of empathy for him, loosening his hold a little. His eyes softened, a look of pity slowly growing on his face. The alien didn’t seem to like that very much. In a blur of purple and moss green cloak, Phil found himself smothered by his own garments, his prey’s footsteps leaving him behind. He shoved it off himself, trotting in the same direction to catch up. “Hey! Get back here!”  The sound of his footsteps on the pavement echoed slightly, catching his attention. With a powerful beat of his wings, he boosted himself onto the street, sandals making a screeching noise as they made contact with the cobble. A small shape in his line of sight made him ready himself for another boost, wing muscles rippling and wind blowing his family braid around.

Purpled thought he was safe. He had done everything to plan. It was all within his calculations. That was, until the sound of wing beats caught his attention. ‘Can he fly still? I thought his wing was damaged? Oh shit!’ He pushed  himself a little more, panting from exertion. He was tempted to use his own to get away, but he shoved the idea back down to the pit of hell it came from. ‘Oh, fuck no. Not dealing with that trauma chapter today.’ He swiveled his antennae around, straining to hear wingbeats… or any noise, for that matter. Confused, he slowed down to a jog, scanning the area for his pursuer. “Where..?” Suddenly, the world careened sideways. He found himself in a very familiar situation. “Uhhh...hi?” “Hello, mate. And sorry, mate.” The hardcore warrior unbottled a potion quickly, the grey potion swishing around as he did so. WIth a flick of his wrist, he poured it over the boy below him. The cold tingle of the potion made him yelp and buck under him. “No! What are you doing?!?”

As the potion’s effects began to make itself known, Purpled’s mind began to fog up, drowsiness slowly suffusing through his body. “If you won’t tell me straight up, I’ll have to enlist some help in finding out.” The alien wanted to retort, but the words stuck in his throat. Against his volition, his eyes began to flutter shut, his focus shifting from trying to push him off to just keeping himself awake. Philza decided to be a little daring. Before he lost his nerve, he pushed his hands through the boy’s platinum-blonde hair, scratching lightly at his scalp.

If he had any last fight in him, it dissipated. With a small whine, the boy’s eyes shut fully and did not open again, his chest rising and falling with his slow breathing. “There we go. And now, I just need to recruit my boys to help me get to the bottom of this mystery. No more of those stupid scupltures, not if I can help it.”  

“Seriously, are we just going to wait until he wakes up?”

“How else would we get him to wake up? Prime, Techno. Who do you think we are, brutes?”

Through the thinnest slit of sight he could, Purpled glanced at the menagerie of people nervously, hoping fervently that his antennae haven’t given away his consciousness. With the slightest movements of his limbs,he tested the bonds tying him down to the table. He was slightly grateful for the position, seeing that it had kept him from being in the direct line of sight of the duo next to him. The partially spread-eagle position still kept him in a state of unease, instincts screaming into his ears to struggle, to escape. The two people arguing sounded familiar. ‘Wilbur and Techno, maybe?’ It sounded similar, although he was pretty sure he was used to hearing the softer tones of the former’s voice from Ghostbur.

The only sight he had was the inside of the kitchen, the whole place brimming with chaos and entropy and… life. The fruit and food in the pantry was messy, certainly the product of the other people in the house. A twinge of longing snagged in his throat, stopping his smooth breathing pattern for a split second. He prayed that none of them noticed. It didn’t seem as if they did, continuing their banter and arguing over how they were to wake him. A heavy body got up from a chair, the furniture making an ugly shriek as it rubbed over the wood. Equally heavy footsteps moved into the kitchen, appearing in the boy’s view. The visage of the piglin made him sigh inwardly.

‘Yep, I think that’s Techno. And if Philza, Techno, and Wilbur are around together, that means the whole Sleepy Bois Inc. is here.’ An afterthought gave him pause. ‘And Tommy. I really hope Tommy’s not here right now. That would be embarrassing.’ Another pair of footsteps made him force his antennae from moving towards the sound mentally. ‘Shit, this is going to be a challenge. Curse my stupid biology! Why couldn’t I have had a better pair of sensory equipment?’

Philza came into his view, sending a slight chill down his spine. Was it fear? Was it adrenaline? He didn’t know. Whatever it was, it made his heart beat louder and louder, blocking out any ambient sound in the room. “Is he awake yet, lads?” A small frustrated huff escaped the only other person in his view. “Not that I know of. He’s out cold. How much of the sleep potion did you give him?” The avian had the audacity to scratch his head and look away sheepishly. “..the whole pot.”

At the startle and the turn of the head that the winged warrior got, it was evident that it wasn’t supposed to be used like that. “Heh? A whole potion?!?” Techno morphed into a significantly sleeker body, arms stretching out to grab at both of his shoulders. He shook the other slightly, eyes still wide with astonishment. “Why did you use a full potion on a child? Phil?!?” Wilbur piped up from behind him. “Shh, Techno. If you wake him up now, I don’t think we can discuss the plan of interrogation.” ‘Interrogation? Are they going to hurt me?!?’ A slight burst of panic flooded through his veins, forcing him to focus on tamping down his reactions in favor of listening to the others around him without clueing them into his awakeness. ‘Uh huh. The plan. As if we didn’t already discuss this twice before.” Techno made gestures he couldn’t quite understand. “We make sure we don’t hurt him, we get the info, so on and so forth.” Even his gestures were sarcastic. Purpled liked him already.

“Let’s just get on with it. Just wake him up already.” A smile played on Phil’s face. “Mate, I don’t think we need to wake him up…” He trailed off, tone smug and knowing. His antennae, the fucking traitors, curled up a little subconsciously as the man made side eye contact with him. The avian all but crowed. “I knew it. How long have you been awake, Purp?” The jig was up. He opened his eyes completely, wincing a little at the sudden burst of light coming from the skylight above him.

A gasp escaped Wilbur- at least, he thinks it was from Wilbur. It’s kind of hard to see who is who when you’re focused on one person and one person alone. “Don’t call me that.” His voice sounded unused, as if he had forgotten to drink water before he went to bed. Phil didn’t say anything in reply to that, simply grinning wider. “So, the three of us decided that we wanted to get info from you in a way that didn’t hurt you. It’s not something I’d like to have on my consciousness, the harming of an innocent person on the sidelines of something. Besides, it’s not that important.” Purpled’s muscles relaxed a little, reminding him of how tense he was at the moment. “But. I still need info, and it seems that ribbing you again and again won’t be effective for your caliber of stubbornness.” He had to bite back a retort to that, trying not to ignite the ire of the most merciful person in the room.

“I decided on something that I can guarantee has never been used on you as a convincing technique.” The avian moved closer to him, purple eyes following his every movement. WIth a slow, deliberate movement that he must have learn from ages of working with his hand-eye coordination, he placed his hands on his stomach, resting his arms there. Purpled tilted his head, puzzled. “How is this going to make me tell you anyth-”

He choked on his words at the sudden sensation of Phil’s talons scraping on his stomach. He froze in place, willing himself to not flinch or show any sign of weakness in front of the older. Wilbur and Techno stayed back, watching Philza’s movements with a focus that was almost unnerving to the teen. “What does this feel like? You stopped talking, are you okay?”

The avian definitely knew what he was doing, testing out different spots on his stomach with the accuracy of a well-learned tickler. Purpled trembled lightly in his bonds, still trying his best to not show his reactions. It was a challenge, especially so because of the bondage tugging at his limbs with every slight shift in his positioning. The feeling of being helpless was equally as maddening as the careful touch on his tummy. Even through the fabric, he knew that he wouldn’t last long with the way he was tickling him.

Just when the boy thought that he had gotten used to the sensations, the warrior shifted to his sides, nails barely scratching through his hoodies. “Snrk!” ‘Shit.’ “Oh? That was something! Purpled, you can make this stop if you tell us about those structures landing everywhere. Come on, little guy!” His antennae twitched slightly at his words. He shook his head, eyes determined and sharp. “N-no.” A sarcastic voice sounded out behind Philza. “Ooh, baby’s first words.” Purple bristled at the comment. “Why, you-”

With his mouth open, it was impossible to hide the squeak that escaped him as the light scratching turned into kneading. “H-hey!” Techno snorted. “Hook, line, and sinker. He is ticklish, Phil. Just need to find the ‘on’ switch.” Purpled really, really didn’t want him to find any of his sweet spots. He squirmed away from the winged man, trying to evade his clutches now that he was aware of the effectiveness of his interrogation methods.

“Stohop!”

“Oh, no you don’t. No escaping, Purp!”

He squeezed both of the alien hybrid’s sides, kneading a little more into the softer spots. The younger couldn’t hold his laughter back anymore. “Nohoho! Thihihis ihihihis uhuhunfahahair!” His legs and arms strained against the bonds, body bucking and thrashing in a vain attempt to escape the sensation arcing through his body.

“What’s unfair? All you need to do is to give us the info!” Phil’s eyes trailed up to his antennae. “Aww, your little feelers are getting all trembly! That’s so cute!” At the mention of his appendages, he turned his head to the side bashfully, a small bit of flush coming to color his face. “Shuhuhut uhuhuhup!”

“Is that flustering for you?” The eagle cooed a little, before an idea came to mind. “Hey, just a question for you...are your feelers sensitive?” Purpled’s eyes widened. “Noho!” The response was way too quick for his answer to be true. A cheshire grin slowly grew on his face, coinciding with the sinking/fluttering feeling pooling in his stomach. “Oho, is it your sweet spot?” His hands trailed teasingly from his sides up to his antennae, fingers barely grazing the bases of them. Just the lightest touch on them made him squirm and giggle. “Nohohonohoho! Nohohot thehere, p-plehease!”

“Oh? And why not, then?” Wilbur chipped in, chair making a squeaking noise as he stood up. “I think I’ll give you a helping hand, Phil.” A small, quiet “about time” escaped the avian’s mouth. Purpled wanted to speak on that, but the sensation of the light touch moving at such a sensitive spot made him bite his lip in a final resistance to the tingling sensation lingering there. He silenced himself, trying to stifle his giggles as well as he could. “What if I do this, Purp?”

The fingers scratched at either side of one of his antennae’s bases. He squealed, hiccupy laughter escaping him against his will. “EEE! Ihihihi! Nohohoho! Plehehease!” The alien hybrid shook his head, laughter squeaking a little when the movement accidentally scraped Phil’s nails against his skin. The fingers followed his movements, not giving him a moment to rest. Thankfully for him, the man ‘interrogating’ him seemed to understand how ticklish his feelers were, not doing much to speed up the tickling and absolutely destroy him. He was grateful for the moment of relatively gentle tickling, struggling slowly getting less and less and protests beginning to die more and more often before they escaped his mouth.

Subconsciously, his antennae curled closer to the avian’s fingers, as if they were trying to mutually stroke him back. The warrior glanced at Techno, then back at the feelers. ‘Is that some sort of sign that he likes it or something? Damn it, I should have tried to read up more about extraterrestrial body language.’ A sudden buck stopped him from wallowing in his thoughts. “AHA?!?”

“I knew your hips are a good spot!” He turned to look at his son, eyes snapping back to full focus. A beat of laughter from the younger below them passed. “Wilbur. Why did it take so long for you to get from the chair to here?” The musician shrugged. “Took my time, I guess.” Wilbur continued to rub slow circles into the squirming boy’s hipbones, a small smile playing on his face at the reactions he was getting from him. “Stohohop! Ihihihi-Ihihi cahahan’t!”

Purpled’s flustered facial expression and wide smile showed just how effective WIlbur and Phil’s tickling techniques were. The latter chuckled. “Guess the big strong bedwars player can’t handle a little tickling~” He spidered his fingers over his scalp teasingly, just barely grazing the feelers he was scratching earlier. The appendages twitched at the sensation, a small squeal escaping the owner through his already high-pitched laughter.  “NohohoHO tehehehe-AH!” His words were swallowed up by his own giggles.

Wilbur grinned triumphantly, kneading his hand into one hip while gently fluttering his fingers over the other. Purpled’s sweatpants blocked some of the sensations, but it wasn’t enough to keep the sparking feeling from coursing throughout his body like an adrenaline shot. He threw back his head, this time avoiding contact with the bird man’s hand. “You ready to tell us, mate?” The duo slowed down a little, giving him a chance to speak. Purpled gasped for air, a smile still plastered on his face. He panted, eyes glazed over a little from the exertion. “You...you guys suhuhuhuck…” His hands balled into fists, resolve (and lee mood) taking over for him. “Ihihihi’m nohohot gohohonna.” Wilbur scowled at him a little.

“Seriously? You have some stamina for a gangly kiddo.” “I’m not gangly!” “Says you. You’re so short.” He growled at the musician a little. Suddenly, a hand laced itself into his hair, making him flinch in surprise. “W-wha-?” “Shhh, Purp. Let me pet you for a bit. How does this feel?”

The fingers slowly raked down his scalp, careful not to nick the then skin. The feeling was heavenly. There was no denying it. Eyes fluttering shut, he pushed his head into his hand. His feelers twitched happily after each round of stroking, making Wilbur stifle a coo at the adorable sight. Techno put down his book, sighing. “Do you really need me to help-” A finger at his mouth stopped him from speaking.

“Shh, let Phil work his magic. Maybe he’ll be willing to give us the info then.” Wilbur whispered, his glasses slipping down on his nose and giving him a disheveled look. A single hoof-hand pushed it up for him. Soft silence surrounded the group for a bit, all for the low, rumbling purr that was emanating from Phil. Wait, from Phil? The two of them snapped to look at their father, a flash of surprise overtaking them both for a moment. Purpled was….purring? Almost reluctantly, the hardcore warrior untangled his hand from his hair, a whine and a stuttering purr following him a little with his head. “Hmm…”

“More headpats after you tell us.”

“Mmmmnooo….”

Purpled opened his eyes slowly, almost boneless in his relaxed state. Philza gently spidered his fingers over the alien hybrid’s neck, smiling slightly at the sleepy giggles it produced. “Aww, come on. You sure you don’t want to tell us, little guy?” Through his giggles, the alien shook his head no, a louder bout of laughter escaping him when the warrior’s hands trailed down to his collarbones.

“Ehehehehe!”

“Kitchy kitchy coo~”

He squealed quietly at the tease, his face blossoming with color again. Wilbur decided to join in again. He carefully traced shapes on the boy’s thighs, enjoying the hybrid’s laughter. “Man, your laugh is so cute! So, Purplee, you going to tell us yet? Or are you having too much fun?” Purpled squirmed in his bonds, sleepily nodding along to what he was saying. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You are?” A mumble underneath his breath. “Phil , what did he say?” The winged man chuckled. “He just said he didn’t know, he just wanted to fuck with us.” Techno snort-huffed. “Of course he did. We are so getting him back for that.” “Why not now?” Blood red eyes shifted to the floor, then back to the bound alien hybrid.

“Because. Look at him. Do you really want to snap him out of this?” Coffee-colored eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. “Is the great Technoblade being soft for a lil guy?” Techno cleared his throat, shaking his head and making his ears flop. “No. Wilbur, no.” The musician walked closer to him, looking up to stare directly into his eyes. “Is the great Blood God getting whipped over a bedwars player?” A low growl cut  through the air. “Wilbur, if you don’t stop now-”

Another round of purring stopped him mid-sentence. “That’s it, Purp. You did great.” Phil glanced at the duo who had done virtually nothing to help him, a small glare hinted in the back of his eyes. ‘You will pay for this.’ Wilbur took a step back. Techno did the same, tail whipping at the floor in anticipation. The hardcore player treaded his hands deep into his silky hair, coaxing him back into a resting state. “Did you like this? I hope you did.” Sleepy eyes opened just barely, eyes twinkling with adoration. “....yea...will y’ do ‘t again?”

A breath that he didn’t know he was holding escaped with a happy trill and lilt. “Of course, mate. Sleep well.” For the second time that day, Philza gently coaxed the boy into slumber. A sleepy smile plastered on his face, Purpled’s chest rose and fell rhythmically once more, calm and deep like the lapping of a purple-platinum ocean. “Now, as for the fact that you two didn’t help me at all with that…” He stepped closer to his sons, wings spreading outwards like a rippling wave of pitch. Nervous giggles escaped Wilbur and Techno.

“Nonono! Phil, pleasE-”

Purpled didn’t wake until the morning rays shone down on his face, the scent of pancakes and the smell of home wafting into his nose. And, no, he didn’t inquire at all about why Techno and Wilbur refused to look the eldest in the house in the eyes.

It felt good to be with them.

He hoped it would always last.

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