OI, OI, OI!!! you got a license for that cute face you got!! just on whose authority are you so adorable?? hey there btw, this is an MCU fic featuring a Quicksilver who never died like dude you could have just flicked the bullets out of the way like the other you did in X-Men like CMONNNN- anyways here you go, hope you enjoy!! and no its not a year late, idk what youre talking about its 2024 bestie <3333
this is a fic requested by @hexalianrebel-blackfeathers!! thank you so much for the request!! <3333
this is for TKTober using the prompt list by @jichuzip
The common room of the Avengers compound was quiet, which in itself was suspicious. Clint Barton crouched low behind the couch, bow drawn, eyes narrowed in the direction of the kitchen. He was waiting for movement. Waiting for his target. Waiting for-
"Missed me."
The blur came and went before Clint could release the arrow. The sudden draft of displaced air sent the papers on the coffee table fluttering. By the time Clint spun around, Pietro Maximoff was already on the other side of the room, arms crossed smugly.
"Would've been a direct hit if you didn't cheat," Clint grumbled, lowering his bow.
"It's not cheating if I'm faster than your reaction time," Pietro said, grinning in that cocky way that made Clint want to wipe it clean off his face. "Besides, I seem to recall you putting itching powder in my sneakers last week."
Clint smirked, leaning casually against the couch. "That was a classic. You should've seen the look on your face."
"It felt like fire ants were attacking me!" Pietro replied. "Wanda laughed so hard she cried."
"That's how you know it was good!" Clint said, clearly pleased with himself.
Their so-called "prank war" had been escalating for days now. It started small. Pietro had switched Clint's morning coffee with decaf, sending him through a half-day of sluggish misery before he realized. Clint retaliated by tying Pietro's sneakers together with a knot so tight that Pietro had to spend an hour untangling them. From there, things snowballed: salt in sugar jars, Saran Wrap over doorways, carefully rigged Nerf arrow ambushes.
It was juvenile, sure, but when you lived in a building full of people who routinely saved the world from alien invasions, you took your downtime fun when you could get it.
This time, though, Clint had landed a particularly good one. He'd set up a motion-triggered arrow trap in Pietro's room, harmless foam-tipped arrows, nothing dangerous, but timed with a loudspeaker recording of Clint's voice yelling, "GOTCHA!" Pietro had walked in at full speed, tripped the trigger, and been absolutely pelted with arrows while Clint and Natasha watched from a safe distance on the security feed.
The memory of Pietro's indignant yelp still made Clint chuckle under his breath.
Petro, however, was less amused. He narrowed his eyes now, his smile turning into something more dangerous. "You think you've won, Barton. But this war isn't over. In fact..." He leaned forward, voice dropping with theatrical menace. "You'll never see it coming. Just wait."
Clint froze.
The speedster didn't have to specify what he meant. Pietro had all the resources in the world (superhuman reflexes, endless energy, a mischievous streak a mile wide), and now he was promising something big.
Clint masked his nerves with a forced laugh. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Quickfoot."
Pietro only smirked wider, then vanished in a streak of silver and blue.
For a long moment, Clint just stood there, bow still loosely in his hand. Then he groaned, dragging a hand down his face.
"Nat!" he called.
Natasha Romanoff strolled in from the hallway, cup of tea in hand, one eyebrow raised. "What now?"
"He's planning something," Clint said immediately, gesturing wildly toward the empty space Pietro had occupied. "Something big. I can feel it."
Natasha sipped her tea calmly. "Or maybe he just wants you to think that."
Clint scowled. "No, no, no. You didn't see the look in his eyes. That wasn't a casual prank face. That was... ominous."
"Clint, you're overthinking it."
"Am not."
"Yes, you are," Natasha said flatly, turning to leave. "And that means he's already won."
Clint bristled. "Oh, I'll show him who's won," he muttered, glaring in the direction Pietro had run. But deep down, he couldn't shake the knot of dread forming in his stomach.
Because if there was one thing worse than being hit with Pietro's prank... it was waiting for it.
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The first twenty-four hours weren't so bad.
Clint had been through worse. He'd sat through days of surveillance missions, had stared at blank walls in enemy safehouses for hours, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Patience was his specialty.
But Pietro Maximoff wasn't an enemy agent. He was a hyperactive speedster with a mean streak and way too much free time. And Clint knew in his bones that his time was coming.
So by the end of day two, Clint was twitchy.
He started seeing traps where there were none. Every time he sat down in a chair, he checked the seat for whoopee cushions. He sniffed his coffee before taking a sip, half-expecting hot sauce instead of creamer. He opened doors with his bow extended, ready for something to fall on his head.
Nothing happened.
Absolutely nothing.
The absence of retaliation was somehow worse than the prank itself.
By day three, Clint was a wreck. He walked into the training room, shoulders tight, eyes flicking to every corner like he was expecting the walls to collapse on him. Natasha, who was busy sparring with Wanda, got a look from him that could only be described as long-suffering.
"You're jumpy," she noted, ducking under Wanda's strike and flipping her to the mat with casual grace.
"I'm not jumpy," Clint said defensively.
"You were holding your bow at breakfast," Natasha replied.
"Could be an ambush! He said I'd never see it coming!"
Wanda smirked from the mat. "You know he's doing this on purpose, yes?"
Clint's jaw tightened. "That's the problem. He said something was coming. I can't just ignore that."
"He's in your head!" Natasha said simply, tugging Wanda to her feet. "And if you keep letting him live there rent-free, he doesn't need to prank you at all."
Clint muttered something under his breath disparaging about "redheaded Russian smartasses" and stalked out of the training room.
Later that day, he found Pietro lounging in the common room, casually flipping through a magazine like he didn't have a care in the world. Clint stopped in the doorway, narrowing his eyes.
"You're up to something."
Pietro didn't even look up. "Am I?"
"Yes," Clint insisted. "You said you were."
"Oh. Right." Pietro finally glanced up, the corner of his mouth curling. "Maybe I changed my mind."
Clint blinked. "Changed your mind?"
"Mhm." Pietro flipped a page lazily. "Maybe I decided you're not worth it."
Clint bristled. "Not worth it? You've been tormenting me for three days, you little-"
"I have?" Pietro tilted his head innocently, then leaned back in his chair. "Funny. I haven't done a damn thing the past three days. Seems like you've been tormenting yourself over nothing, huh?"
Clint opened his mouth to argue, but found no words. Pietro's smug grin widened.
"Relax, old man," Pietro said. "Maybe it's tomorrow, maybe it's never. That's the fun part."
Clint stormed off, but the smirk lingered in his mind for hours after.
That night, he barely slept. Every bump in the night had him sitting up, bow in hand, waiting for the ambush. But when morning came, there was still nothing.
On day four, Clint's paranoia finally boiled over.
He was checking his locker in the armory, cautiously pulling it open with the end of an arrow. He'd already "disarmed" two traps that weren't there, one in the kitchen, one in the hall. This time, he was sure Pietro had set something up.
But when the locker opened, nothing happened. No explosion of confetti, no bucket of water, no glitter bomb, just his gear, neatly in place exactly as he left it.
He slumped against the locker door, exhausted.
That was when Pietro zipped past, snatching the arrow from Clint's hand and wagging it like a scolding teacher.
"You're losing it, Barton," Pietro teased. "This is better than anything I could've come up with."
Clint snatched the arrow back, glaring. "You're not gonna win."
Pietro raised his brows, clearly amused. "Haven't I already?"
Clint ground his teeth, resisting the urge to take a swing. He knew Pietro would dodge anyway.
The rest of the day went the same. Clint sat down for lunch, eyes darting around like a hunted animal. He refused to touch the sandwich Wanda made for him until she took a bite to prove it wasn't poisoned with hot sauce. Even then, he ate slowly, waiting for the sting.
Nothing.
By the end of day five, Clint was more than paranoid. He was desperate.
Every time Pietro smirked at him from across the room, Clint's stomach dropped. Every time Pietro said something like, "Careful with that door" or "Wouldn't sit there if I were you," Clint nearly jumped out of his skin.
The anticipation was eating him alive.
And Pietro knew it.
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By day six, Clint was done.
He'd had enough of waiting, enough of second-guessing every step he took. He could handle ambushes, firefights, and kaiju attacks, but he could not handle Pietro Maximoff lounging around like a smug cat, knowing Clint was chasing shadows.
The breaking point came in the kitchen. Clint had just brewed himself a cup of coffee after triple-checking the pot and sugar. He'd barely taken a sip when Pietro appeared in a gust of air, snagged a spoon from the counter, and started stirring his yogurt like he owned the place.
"Morning, grandpa," Pietro said breezily.
Clint slammed his cup down. "That's it. I'm done."
Pietro raised an eyebrow. "Done?"
"You've been stringing me along for almost a week. I can't take it anymore." Clint jabbed a finger at him. "So either you pull this big prank you've been planning, or I swear, I'll-"
"You'll what?" Pietro interrupted smoothly, leaning on the counter. "Shoot me, what, with your little arrows? Adorable."
Clint scowled. "Don't tempt me."
"Oh, I'm tempted already." Pietro's smirk widened, sharp and knowing. "But let me get this straight. You're saying you want me to prank you?"
Clint froze, realizing too late how his words sounded. "That's not-"
"No, no, don't back out now." Pietro stepped closer, voice low and taunting. "All this time, you've been pacing and glaring and losing sleep because you couldn't stand the waiting. And now..." He tilted his head, silver hair falling across his forehead. "...you're begging me to get it over with."
Clint's stomach dropped. He had, in fact, walked right into the trap.
"I'm not begging," he said quickly, but his voice lacked conviction.
Pietro circled him like a shark, too fast for Clint to track. One second, he was behind him, the next, in front, leaning close enough for Clint to feel the breeze. "Sounds like begging to me. Say the word, Barton. Admit it. You want me to get you."
Clint gritted his teeth. "You're full of it."
"Maybe," Pietro admitted with a shrug. "But here's the thing, you asked. And when someone asks me to deliver, who am I to refuse?"
Clint's eyes widened. "Wait-!"
Too late. Pietro blurred forward, and before Clint could lift his bow, Pietro plucked it neatly from his hand and leaned it against the wall a few paces away. Then he zipped around again, a dizzying streak, and Clint suddenly found himself pressed back against the counter, Pietro's arm barring his chest.
"Gotcha~," Pietro whispered, grin wide and merciless.
Clint's pulse spiked. He didn't know what the speedster was planning, but his instincts screamed it wouldn't be good.
And then Pietro leaned back slightly, eyes glinting with mischief. "You've been waiting all week, Barton! Might as well make it worth your while~!"
Clint didn't even get a chance to move before Pietro struck. One second, the speedster was grinning in his face, the next, his fingers were darting at Clint's sides in a blue too quick to track.
Clint let out a startled bark of laughter, jerking hard against the counter. "H-Hehehey!! Whahat the hehell-!"
"Ah, there it is," Pietro said smugly, zipping behind him to scribble at his ribs. "I knew you'd be ticklish. You've got that look about you."
"Whahah- stohohohohopp!! Nohoho, Ihihihi dohohohn't!" Clint sputtered, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably as Pietro exploited every gap in his defenses. His arms shot down instinctively, trying to block, but Pietro was already gone, reappearing at his stomach with a wicked grin.
"You've been waiting for this all week," Pietro teased, wiggling his fingers mercilessly against Clint's belly. "All that tension, all that dread! It would be cruel not to reward such patience~!"
Clint dissolved into wheezing laughter, twisting and thrashing but unable to land a hit. Pietro's speed made him untouchable. Every time Clint tried to shove him away, he blurred out of reach and reappeared somewhere else. Fingers skated up his ribs, under his arms, across his back.
"Oh, stop squirming, Barton, you'll hurt yourself," Pietro said in mock concern, though the wicked sparkle in his eyes betrayed him. "Unless this is you begging for mercy already?"
"LIHihiHiIke hehEHEHEHELL-!!" Clint managed before Pietro spidered his fingers over his neck, sending him into helpless cackles. His knees buckled, and he slid halfway down the counter, clutching at the countertop just to stay upright.
Every pause was worse than the tickling itself. Pietro would vanish for half a second, leaving Clint panting and waiting, and then strike again without warning, ribs, sides, knees. Each new burst hit harder because Clint could never prepare.
"Anticipation, Barton~" Pietro whispered at one point, breath ghosting his ear. "That's the real weapon~!" Then he zipped away, tickling the backs of Clint's knees until the archer nearly collapsed.
Clint tried everything: swatting, kicking, even bargaining between breathless laughs. "YouHuHuHUHU aHAHAHhHARE AHahHAH DehEHEHHEAD MAhaHAHAHAN!!!" he gasped, face red and streaked with tears of mirth.
"Promises, promises," Pietro said, grinning like the devil himself. He darted up to Clint's underarms again, sending him into another round of wheezing howls. "You know, this might be my best prank yet. No cleanup, no mess, just pure entertainment."
The laughter grew louder and louder until-
"Keep it down, children!" Natasha's dry voice echoed from the hallway.
Clint wanted to yell for help, but another scribble at his stomach stole the air from his lungs. Pietro only chuckled and redoubled his efforts, determined to wring every laugh out of him.
Finally, after what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes, Pietro relented. He stepped back, letting Clint slump to the floor in a heap of breathless exhaustion, face red, chest heaving.
Clint groaned, rubbing at his ribs as though that could erase the phantom tickles. "Youuhuhuhuhu're thehehe wohohohorst," he managed between gulps of air.
Pietro crouched down in front of him, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Correction, I am the best. Admit it, old man, I played you perfectly."
"Y-yohuhu dihidn't even prank mehe-!" Clint muttered, glaring half-heartedly.
"Oh, didn't I?" Pietro tilted his head. "What do you call making you paranoid for a week and then wrecking you with tickles?"
Clint groaned again, burying his face in his hands. "I call it cruel and unusual punishment."
"Effective, though," Pietro said with a smug grin. "Now you'll think twice before targeting me with your little arrow traps."
Clint lifted his head, his eyes narrowed despite the lingering flush of laughter. "You realize this means war."
Pietro shrugged, unbothered. "Can't wait." And with a gust of wind, he was gone again, leaving Clint sprawled on the kitchen floor, already plotting revenge through the haze of lingering giggles. The worst part was that by the time Clint had stood, he realized that his coffee was cold.
No but i just of one like imagine lying down and your ler or whoever pulling up the shirt and using two feathers to tease both of your sides at once i need someome to do this to me đđ
Omggg this sounds so cute and fun, gotta do this now aaaa đâ€ïž
A little something for the feather lovers out there
We are both relaxing in my bed on a lazy afternoon, goofing off and tickling eachother. I hold up a really soft looking feather and show it to you, causing you to get flustered and cover your face under the blankets. I scoot closer to you and carefully roll up your shirt, watching as you squirm a bit with anticipation.
I lean in closer and brush the feather lightly across your tummy, and smile as I hear you giggle from beneath the blanket. I continue gently tickling your tummy, sides, and belly button with my little feather, listening to your adorable giggles.
The tickle is so gentle, so light and soft, yet itâs enough to have you giggling up a storm. âAww, does it tickle?â I ask, knowing dang well it does. I chuckle as a muffled âyehehes~!â escapes your mouth. I stay there for awhile, just giving you light feather tickles cuz I know how much you love it. You love every second of it <3
I wanna give gentle feather tickles on all those little sensitive spots like under the chin, the nape of the neck, behind the ears, the shoulders. All of those spots â€ïž
AN: This was originally supposed to be posted yesterday but I had so much going on, working on day 7 right now!
Summary: What happens when Oliver decides to bother the nonchalant bear? And that exact person snaps back in retaliation? Provoking/angering Oliver doesnât seem like a good idea..
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âWow.. you really are a fucking nerd.â
Shiro sighed deeply as he just ignored the incubus standing over him. The bear was just simply reading one of the novels he owned, sitting on the couch away from others to be by himself. Unfortunately for him.. that couldnât happen.
âAll you do is read.â Oliver huffed in annoyance, hands on his hips as he stared down at Shiroâs expressionless face. âAntlers was right. You are a nerd.â The incubus sneered, referring to Yumi. Shiro just rolled his eyes as he stared down at the novel in his hands, completely ignoring the taller. âDonât you have better things to do than bother me?â The bear asked in his usual nonchalant tone of voice.
âI do. But, bothering you is much more entertaining and enjoyable.â Oliver smirked as his tail flicked. When he didnât get a response, he growled. âWhat? No smartass remark? Fucking Christ, youâre pathetic.â
âThe only thing thatâs âpatheticâ is the person who is still standing in front of me.â
There was silence for a moment. Oliver continuing to stare down at Shiro, who seemed to be unamused with this whole interaction.
âWhat did you just call me?â
The tone of Oliverâs voice was low and dangerous as a low growl erupted from his chest. His dark teal eyes darkened as he spoke.
âI called you pathetic. Are your ears closed or something?â Shiro growled, his eyes looking up for a moment to stare at Oliver. His eyes were dull and dark. There was no spark in them. As usual.
The two just stared at each other, not daring to look away from one another. Oliver raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on his face as he rested his hands on either side of Shiro, trapping his ways to escape from the couch. âYou have a huge amount of nerves talking to me like that.â Oliver growled lowly. His eyes darkened as he stared down into Shiroâs dull, blue ones.
However, Shiro didnât even flinch at this movement, he just continued staring at Oliver with no words. âReally?â He raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes staring into Oliverâs dark teal ones. âYou think youâre so superior yet youâre nothing but a fucking lunatic.â The bear growled deeply.
There was silence from the incubus, his eyes dark and dangerous. âYou know what..â He growled, grabbing at Shiroâs waist, causing the bear to squeak. He would then yank him down to lie on the floor, quickly pinning him down.
âWhat theâ Unhand me! This is unprofessional!â Shiro shouted in anger as he glared up at Oliver, growling deeply. Oliver just smirked darkly as he stared down at Shiro, his hands wandering down to grab at his hips, causing Shiro to recoil harshly. âSomething the matter?â Oliver raised an eyebrow innocently, his smirk growing.
Shiro growled deeply, his cheeks burning from the blush forming on his face. âLet me go.â The bear said lowly, yet his tail started wagging slightly from underneath him. His cheeks only brightened in hue when he heard Oliver let out a low chuckle.
âPoor Shiro.. doesnât know whatâs happening and how to get out of this predicament.â Oliver smirked darkly, his tail flicking. He let out a low chuckle, squeezing at Shiroâs hips, causing the bear to flinch harshly and let out a loud snort.
Oliver froze for a second once he heard the sound erupt from Shiro. After a couple of seconds, he let out a laugh. âAww.. was that a snort? Do it again.â He grinned mischievously as he began squeezing at his hips repeatedly.
And that he did. Shiro let out another loud snort as he grabbed at Oliverâs hands, shoving at them. He would then quickly use one hand to cover his mouth, hiding the ever growing smile and the bright blush on his face.
âAww.. poor baby..â Oliver says in a mocking sad voice, watching as Shiroâs face grew in color. âIs Shiro too ticklish? Huh? Is the baby too ticklish to handle his hips getting squeezed?â
âS-SHUHUT UHUHUP!â Shiro shrieked, kicking his legs as he covered his mouth with both hands, his cheeks turning a dark red from the embarrassment he was going through at this very moment. âGEHET OHOHOFF MEHEHE!â
âIâll get off you when you learn some damn respect. Itâs not my fault youâre the one who provoked me. Donât wanna be tickled? Donât poke the bear.â
âYOHOHOUâRE AHA IHINCUBUS! NOHOT AHA BEHEAR!â Shiro said matter of factly through his growing laughter. He shrieked when he felt Oliver drilling deeply into his hips. âNONONOHOHO! STOHOHOP!â
âItâs a figure of speech, idiot. Arenât you supposed to be the smart one?â Oliver scoffed, drilling his thumbs into the dips of his hips, causing Shiro to let out squeaky laughter, the beating of his kicking feet growing louder.
Oliver looked down at Shiro, his smirk growing as he watched the bear below him start breaking a lot more. He felt superior in this situation. Like he was getting away with a crime. And he was loving it. âYou seriously canât take it? Or fight back? You seriously are pathetic.â
At those words, Shiro immediately grabbed at Oliverâs long, black hair and yanked on it, causing the incubus to let out a loud yelp in pain. He growled deeply as he quickly snatched up Shiroâs wrists, quickly pinning them above his head before he started scratching at his exposed underarms, his claws gently but torturously driving the poor bear mad.
Shiro let out a loud shriek, his head falling back into the floor as he let out a loud scream, his laughter coming out loud and hysterical. He desperately started yanking on his arms, kicking his legs, begging, anything to get out of this situation. âOHOHOLIVER! FUHUHUCKING CHRIHIHIST! STOHOHOP!â
âEven the lord himself canât save you, dammit.â The incubus growled deeply as he leaned down, blowing a firm raspberry onto Shiroâs neck, his tail wrapping around Shiroâs arms so he could use both hands to start drilling into his hips again.
Shiro let out a loud, desperate squeal. He started kicking, his face a bright red as he laid his head against his shoulder. âPLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIâ IHIHI CAHAHANâT!â
âYou canât what? What canât you do?â Oliver raised an eyebrow, talking to the bear as if he werenât killing tormenting him.
âIHIHI CAHAHANâT TAHAKE IHIT!â Shiro responded through his loud laughter, he let out a snort as he just laid there, accepting defeat. âIHIHIâM SOHORRY, OHOHOKAY!? JUHUST STOHOHOP!â
At those words, Oliver smirked almost evilly. âYouâre sorry, huh? Okay.. I forgive you.â He started. âHowever.. I think I should give you a few more minutes to think about NEVER disrespecting me again.â He growled, stopping for a moment.
Shiro finally fell limp, breathing heavily before he froze at those words. âH-huhuh..?â He turned to look at Oliver. âWhahat.. what doho yohouâ FUHUHUCK! OHOHLIVER!â The bear shrieked once he felt that familiar burning sensation on his hips. He squealed loudly, his laughter too loud and uncontrollable to make out what he was saying.
Oliver just stared down at the bear as he scratched his claws up and down Shiroâs hips, watching as the bear lost his mind in laughter. The incubus smirked evilly as he stared down at the usual emotionless man below him.
This was going to be a long afternoon for the both of them.
Summary: Playing a game with your siblings friends seems like a good idea, doesnât it? However.. Haru didnât expect it to be like this of all things.
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âSo.. you said you had some kind of game?â Haru asked the younger girl of the three. Scarlett smiled as she nodded eagerly. âYeah! My dad and I would do it all the time when I was younger.â She explained. âI even taught Michael the game.â She says, glancing at the shorter boy.
Michael nodded, hands in his hips as he stared up at the two taller demons. Being the only bunny of the three, it was quite interesting. âMhm! I think youâll really like it. Itâs fun.â He giggled softly, his cotton tail wagging quickly in excitement.
Haru raised an eyebrow as he stared down at his two friends. âUh huh.. whatâs the game called exactly?â
âArms up.â Scarlett quickly responded, her tail flicking as she stared up at Haru, her purple eyes glistening in the light of the living room.
âArms.. what?â
âArms up!â Michael corrected, his smile growing. âAll you gotta do is keep your arms up for a certain amount of time.â The bunny explained, him and Scarlett having the exact same expression on their face, mischief.
The taller demon knew his friends well. Whenever he saw those expressions, he knew something was up. Though.. would they really steer him wrong? Of course not! There shouldnât be any reason why he shouldnât believe them.
âOkay.. so..â Haru started, lifting his arms up a bit. âLike this?â He asked, his bangs covering his eyes as he stared down at the two shorter people in front of him.
Scarlett clapped her hands and nodded. âPerfect!â She exclaimed before she smiled mischievously. âKeep them that way, will you?â
Haru raised an eyebrow in confusion as he stared at Scarlett, his eyes no more on Michael. âWhat do you meHEHEANâ Michael!â The demon squeaked, his eyes now looking back onto the bunny.
Michael giggled innocently as he had his hands onto Haruâs sides. âWhat? Thatâs part of the game. Keep your arms up. Canât be that hard, can it?â
âYouâre not the one being tickled.â The demon pouted, his tail wagging quickly behind him. He flinched, letting out a snort as he felt Michael squeezing at his sides. âMihihichael!â
Michael chuckled softly, his tail wagging as he then wandered his hands down to the talkerâs hips, gently squeezing them. He flinched, his ears flattened on his head from the loud shriek. âChrist, Haru..â The bunny complained, a small smile forming onto his face.
The demon let out another shriek at the squeezing at his hips, his arms quickly lowering to grab at his friendâs hands, pushing at them. âMIHIHICHAEL!â Haru squealed, his tail wrapping around his own leg.
âAh ah..~ that isnât part of the game, cher.â Scarlett smirked a bit as she grabbed Haruâs arms, lifting them back into the air, listening to her friendâs loud , squeaky laughter. âAhaww.. poor baby. Does that tickle?â
âOHOF COHOURSE IHIT DOHOES!â Haru squealed, falling onto the ground to get away from the sensations. Only for Scarlett and Michael to follow him to the ground, Michael still squeezing at his hips while Scarlett held his arms out to the sides of his head. âSCAHARLETT, MIHIHICHAEL!â Haru shrieked, kicking his legs.
âSomething wrong, bud?â Michael asked innocently, smiling softly as he began gently scratching at his hips. Both Michael and Scarlett looked down at the taller of the three, their smiles growing at both his happy laughter and reactions.
Haru let out a snort, hiding his face into his shoulder as his laughter grew in volume, his tail wagging quickly behind him.
âAww! Was that a snort?â Scarlett asked excitedly, her own tail wagging as she looked down at her friend from her position.
âThat was adorable, do it again.â Michael says, he smiled happily, his hands reaching up and drilling into his ribs. âHonestly forgot how ticklish you were on your hips. Suppose I should leave them alone for now.â
âFUHUCK YOHOU BOHOTH!â Haru shrieked, tugging at his arms, desperately trying to get free from Scarlettâs strong hold.
Scarlett and Michael gasped dramatically, looking down at Haru. âDid you just say what I think you did? How rude!â Scarlett pouted, though the mischievous smile didnât go unnoticed. The female let go of his arms be for reaching down, gently scratching at his ribs, causing the taller demon to let out a snort and giggle hysterically.
âS-Scahaharlett!â Haru called out, his giggles getting louder due to her hands wandering further up his ribs. He let out a shriek, kicking his legs. âMIHIHICHAEL!â
Michael just tilted his head as he stared down at Haru, his fingers gently scratching up and down his hips. âHm? Something wrong, Haru?â
âSTAHAHAP! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!â The demon squealed, pushing at his friends hands, his tail wagging furiously due to the enjoyment of this whole situation.
âAww.. I know it tickles. But, this wouldnât be happening if you werenât so rude.â Michael pointed out, his smile still on his face as he stared down at Haru, his fingers continuing to scratch up and down his friendâs hips.
âIHIHIâM SOHOHORRY!â
âAre you though?â
âYEHEHEHES! IHI REHEHEALLY AHAM!â
Michael and Scarlett let out a laugh as they wanted their friend break down in hysterics. The two looked at each other before looking back down at Haru. âWeâll stop in a bit, alright? You okay if we do one more thing?â Scarlett asked as the two both stopped their attack, looking down at Haru for confirmation.
Haruâs eyes widened before he quickly covered his face, uncontrollable giggles escaping his lips as his tail wagged quickly.
âI need an answer, dearest.â Scarlett smiled softly, her own tail wagging. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed the small nod come from the older. The demoness glanced at Michael, her smile telling him exactly what she wanted him to do.
Michaelâs smile grew as he grabbed at Haruâs tail, quickly pinning it down onto the ground beside them. Haru flinched, letting out a squeak. âWait wahahait-! Nohoho!â He complained, sitting up quickly, only to be pulled back to the ground by the demoness.
âYou said we could, canât back out now.â Scarlett stared down at Haru, a small smirk forming on her face. Michael chuckled softly, gently scratching at the base of his tail.
Of course, they both expected the loud squeal to come from the older of the three.
âNAHAHAT THEHERE! GEHEHET OHOHOFF!â Haru squealed loudly, his legs quickly as he desperately tried to get up and away from the sensations.
Scarlett and Michael let out a giggle as they glanced at their friend, smiling happily at his laughter.
A/N: I can't remember which video it was, but I was inspired by Lyney and Kinich little fan video... it was so cute I had to give my boy Kinich some lee moments and who is better than ler!Lyney himself hehe. I'm not committed as most fic writers, but I will try to write as much as I can. Plus my birthday is coming this month hehehe ~ Enjoyyy
Warning: spoilers for both Natlan and Fontaine, tickles, fluff, platonic, my stupid silly grammar mistakes (English is my second language)
Summary: Lumine takes her Natlan friends to Fontaine. Mualani, Kachina, and Lumine are interested in macaroons, but Kinich, after meeting a real magician who is rare in Natlan, is a little curious. Little did he know that his curiosity had a price to pay.
Ler!Lyney / Lee!Kinich
Ft. Mualani/Kachina/ a fontanian character (Surprise) /Lumine (I always use Aether, so I chose Lumine for a change)
Fontaine shows are often spectacular. Lumine has finally managed to invite Mualani, Kachina, and Kinich to the nation of water. Everything is the same with so much liveliness as ever.
These Natlan kids barely seen the world, so Lumine persuaded (specifically Kinich) to travel here for a brief time.
"So" Ajaw spat with contempt "This place didn't drown? Well what a lame boring ending"
Lumine rolled her eyes, and Kinich's stare made Ajaw huff as he stepped down his narcissistic side.
Mualani and Kachina gasped in wonder. "Whooaa!!!" It was Kachina. "I-I can't believe I had the honour of seeing such an amazing nation! Thank u!"
Mualani also added "Yup, and macaroons are their specialty right? I always wanted to try some!"
Lumine offered, "We can have some now if you like..."
But before she could finish, they were already bouncing in joy as if looking for a luxurious treasure chest.
"Ah~ my dear Lumine its been a while"
A familiar and unforgettable voice. The magician Lyney was there suddenly and behind Kinich who -for the first time -looked startled and surprised as he jerked front.
"Lyney! Hey... I came here with some new friends" Lumine waved with a grin, Lyney bowed politely now taking his hat off.
"Oh, how lovely... That's just like you Lumine,"
Ajaw grumbled, "Who's the funky welp with tights?"
"Rude..." Kinich murmured, now nudging Ajaw aside before giving an apologetic nod. "I apologize he's just antagonistic as always... dont mind him"
Lyney was not offended but clearly amused at the ancient Saurian relic, "I never met a pet so different like your friend," he stated as he observed Ajaw in wonder.
"Haaaa?" Ajaw snapped "You dare call the almighty dragon lord a pet of this worthless servant?? Unacceptable!"
Lumine groans "Seriously wouldn't he shut up"
Mualani impatiently looked at Lumine and then signalled to Lyney. Lumine sighed, "Sorry, uh guys, this is Lyney. He's a magician of fontaine, and Lyney this is Mualani, Kachina and Kinich from natlan... oh ig Kinich's uh partner Ajaw"
"Insect! Dare you name me later after my servant!"
Lyney widened his eyes clearly enjoying everything despite Ajaw's rudeness "Why its rare to have any visitors from Natlan... quite the shocker... well carry on carry on... I wont stop your way"
Kinich however looked like he wanted to say something as he glanced at Lumine but then folded his arms slightly.
Mualani noticing this chuckled "Oh uh Lumine's friend, Lyney, Kinich here likes to say something to you"
Kinich lifted his head, blank eyes but irritated at how she always figured him out, "Mualani..."
Grabbing Kachina, Lumine grinned in agreement "Well Lyney if your not busy why don't you entertain our shy friend Kinich while we grab some macaroons and come?"
"Oh, I'm very free, I have no problem in entertaining a guest"
Mualani gives him a thumbs up. "K later, dude! Haha, " with that, she sprinted along with Kachina and Lumine.
"W-wait-!" Kinich cuts himself off, clearly at a loss, he looks at Lyney awkwardly, clearing his throat "Ahem, I apologize...uh its just that the concept of magic... I never understood it."
Lyney hums curiously, leaning closer now they were by the corner outside the opera epiceles.
"Why, that's simple enough... here let me show you my favourite trick"
Ajaw snickered "If you can make him disappear I'll reward you generously."
Kinich shrugs nonchalantly. "Funny how we both want the other to disappear"
Lyney enjoying their dynamic so much shakes his head, "Honestly you two should perform for Fontaines comedy shows... you guys are so funny"
Kinich sighs but Lyney suddenly adds showing a coin "I got this coin in my palm... look at this..." he moves it side to side and up and down showinf its real. He stuffs it into his own palm and then shows it to the saurian hunter.
"So...? Which hand has the coin?"
Ajaw grins "ha! I call dibs on the right hand... and Kinich if you fail... you owe me"
Kinich feeling competitive calmly states "Oh yh? Well you will owe me if I win, I say its left hand"
Lyney hums cunninyly now turning his palms up showing the left hand first, which is empty. Ajaw cackles "Muhahaha I won!"
Lyney cuts in "Hold it little guy... its actually..." shows his right hand which is empty as well.
Ajaws jaw drop, for the first time Kinich wanted to let a laugh, it was an amused huff making Lyney want to hear it more.
Lyney then leans to reach for his ear "It's actually... right here"
However, neither of them expected Kinich to jolt violently when Lyney's gloved hand accidentally caressed his ear.
"I uh..."
Lyney blinked but then manages to keep a decent smile "Oh what's this? Is my guest ticklish?"
"Correction, I was surprised I didn't expect you to touch me... I'm not good with strangers..."
Ajaw snickered. "Ya ya... but Mualani knows your super ticklish here." he pokes the small of Kinich's back, making Kinich jump. But then he instantly puts Ajaw in a time out who yelled in protest before being cast off.
Lyney chuckles, now poking his left side "Why so defensive if you said you weren't ticklish?"
Kinich was silent, but Lyney persistently began to poke him, "D-don't... hey..." A giggle almost slipping but Lyney chuckles."You know I was trying to find the coin that was in your ear, but it looks like the coin has gone missing... but where?"
Oh boy, Kinich didn't like where this was going. He wished Mualani and the others might come soon and stop Lyney. Yet at the same time he kind of wish it wasn't interrupted.
"How about here? Is my coin there?"
"Gaha!" Kinich let's a startled laugh when Lyney pinches his left ribs. He backs to the wall, unable to escape from the clever magician.
"Still no" feigning disappointment Lyney giggles. "Well more spots to go? How about your armpits? It's a good sneaky place to hide something"
"H-heheh hey no... not therehehe" Kinich knew badly enough this is Lumine's favourite spot to get him, especially when his guard Is down with her. For some reason, his guard was down with this guy he just met as well.
But he is Lumine friend so... it makes sense.
"A-Alrihihihihght alright haha just hehehe juhuhust stohohop yohohou win!"
"Ah, you finally asked me to stop?" Kinich scrunched his shoulder up when Lyney playfully tickled the crook of his neck, "It was adorable how you didn't even say "stop" not once"
"I-I did! I juhuhust couldn't speak.." Lyney helped Kinich up now, giving a wink."You remind me of a certain friend in Sumeru... he got a long hat and a very serious look. But he's got a soft heart like you but your actually sweeter"
Kinich blushed, another Lumine i to deal with. But he couldn't complain. He sighed "Alright I suppose the price I pay for watching your magic trick was this... I can accept it."
"Oh but my show isn't over sir, where do you think is the coin?" Lyney wags a finger animatedly. Kinich thought for a while but suddenly giggles when Lyney gave a brief tickle to his tummy and showing a coin in his hand at last "There it is"
"W-whaha? How...?"
"It's all illusions my dear, but I guess Natlan is a nation I should visit too to show magic tricks..." he said it partly to himself. Then Kinich looks up, slightly awkwardly but a little earnestly.
"If you do come to perform in Natlan... uh can you come to my home first?"
Lyney stares in awe, and he noticed how the ice is melting, its cute how Kinich suddenly became a softie for magic, so interested like a child.
"Why I would definitely come to your home first... tell me more about Natlan though..." he rests his hands on his elbows as he watches Kinich expectantly.
"I'm sure Lumine knows how to say her experiences better than me,"
"She does yes but... why don't you tell me your story? As friends?"
"Friends... with me?" Kinich rests a hand to his own chest, "That's a huge price your offering, how can I ever repay you generously?"
Lyney laughs, "You're more into business than the Iudex of fontaine... how about reciprocating your friendship with me? That means we're even"
"Is that... fine?" Kinich blinks, surprised how simple that sounds but suddenly obvious.
"Of course..."
Kinich nods slightly happily, now beginning his story in Scion of the canopy. Meanwhile, Lumine and the other girls have managed to be held up by Navia.
"Come now, partner," she casually says, sipping tea after making the best macaroons for Mualani and Kachina, "Your friend will be all fine, I mean Lyney is a natural with new guests even with introverts"
Lumine sighs but smiling, "Yeah I know,"
Navia grins now, waving her sunglasses proudly, "Take it from me... Hat Guy once met Lyney, and they had a splendid time together."
"Wait... Yuki? Are you... s-serious?" Lumine was shocked how the wanderer managed to let Lyney entertain him. She is curious about what happened but she just couldn't care less.
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