ok despite what i said about needing imperial fire duo prompts (which i lowk might still need some because im a chud who loves imperial fire duo Ok), i remembered that one prompt from god knows when about pvping but the winner can tickle the loser. or just doing it while fighting lmfao… aaaand also i got inspo from that lee!wemmbu fanart holy peak yo.
1v1… with a price (yes i have titles now because Yeah)
Wemmbu swore he only showed up because he was bored. That was the official statement, anyway.
In reality—he’d been pacing around his own base for nearly an hour with absolutely nothing to do before eventually deciding, You know what would improve my day? Violently bother Flame to fight him. So naturally, that’s exactly what he did.
Flame opened the front door to his base only to immediately see Wemmbu standing there with his axe resting over one shoulder and the most irritating grin imaginable plastered across his face.
The blaze hybrid stared at him for a long moment, processing everything happening within 10 seconds. “Whuh– what the– Wemmbu??”
“I– hello bro? You just waited until I came back—no.”
Flame physically recoiled. “Okay, do NOT call me that right after showing up to my house.”
Wemmbu snickered, already pushing past him into the base anyway. “C’mon bro, I’m bored outta my mind!”
“Okay? And that sounds like a personal issue. This ain’t something I wanna deal with right now.”
“It becomes your issue if you don’t fight me.”
Flame shut his dark oak door with a deep sigh through his nose, already feeling a headache forming. “Oh my god bro, you’re actually so annoying. Whatever.”
“Exactly. So are we running it or what?”
In all honesty, Flame should’ve said no. Keyword: should’ve.
But then Wemmbu tilted his head slightly with that smug little look like he already expected Flame to back down, and immediately the competitive instincts kicked in. “Ohhh you’re lucky I was bored too.”
Wemmbu’s lips pulled into a toothy grin, satisfaction radiating off of him.
Ten minutes later, both of them stood on opposite ends of the massive sparring platform beside Flame’s base—which was actually just a big patch of dirt, but it did the trick. The duo’s netherite armor was fully equipped while the late afternoon wind whipped around them calmly. A bit ironic, considering what was about to go down.
Shiny, yellow totems sat in both their off-hands. They both prepared before the sparring session, weapons and other useful equipment lined up precisely in their inventories. One thing they did have in common at this moment was their mutual, thriving hatred.
“Alright,” Flame called while adjusting his grip on his sword. “Normal rules. No cheats or cheap tricks, you hear?”
“Well actually, I was thinking...”
“Oh my bro.” He groaned, impatiently tapping his boot on the ground.
“…we should make it interesting! You know, lil fun things here and there.”
Flame narrowed his eyes at the cheerful demeanor. If there was anything he knew, that tone never led anywhere good. “Uh, define interesting please? Before I say something I regret.”
Wemmbu spun his mace, Gambit, lazily once. “Loser gets wrecked.”
“…Bro, we already ARE fighting.”
“No no no, I mean like, afterwards.”
“…Uh. What bro?” He breathed out.
Wemmbu’s grin turned downright evil. “Tickling.”
Flame barked out the loudest laugh imaginable, baffled by the sheer thought of his idea. “WHAT?!” He doubled over slightly, pointing at him. “Bro what kinda kindergarten punishment is that?”
“I dunno,” He admitted shamelessly. “Thought it’d be funny.”
“It’s not funny, it’s stupid.”
“So do you accept or not? Unless the big bad immortal demon can’t take a bit of wiggling fingers?”
Flame opened his mouth, pausing to weigh his pros and cons about how this whole thing could end. Then slowly narrowed his eyes. “…You better not lose then, chungie.”
Wemmbu gasped dramatically. “OHHH now who’s callin me a chungie. I see how it is.”
“Just— countdown already!”
“Alright, alright.” The second the countdown hit zero, chaos erupted instantly.
Wemmbu lunged first with absolutely zero hesitation, mace slamming into Flame’s shield hard enough to send sparks flying across the platform while Flame staggered backward with an offended yell. “BRO—Watch the vital spots!”
Flame immediately retaliated by sweeping low at Wemmbu’s legs, forcing the demon hybrid to hop backward with a sharp laugh before the two crashed together again in a blur of armor, weapons, and insults.
“Maybe I could aim if someone wasn’t buzzing around like a frickin fly! And this stupid dirt is so slippery, how am I supposed to fight properly??”
“Dawg– YOU built this arena, stupid!”
“Yeah, well YOU’RE the one who showed up here with your suggestions, stupid!”
At one point Flame finally got a chance to slam straight into Wemmbu hard enough to nearly knock him flat before immediately taking advantage of the opening, only for his fingers to accidentally jab against Wemmbu’s side through a crack in the armor.
Wemmbu jerked violently. “AHACK— hello?!”
The wind swept across the arena quietly while the last few sparks from their clashing weapons fizzled out somewhere near the stone floor. Wemmbu stayed half twisted from trying to shove Flame away, shoulders stiff beneath the dented remains of his armor while Flame’s hand still rested against the exposed gap near his side.
Neither of them moved. Then Wemmbu’s eyes widened very, very slightly. Which was honestly all Flame needed.
Slowly—painfully slowly—the blaze hybrid turned his head toward him. Beneath the blindfold, his entire expression shifted in real time as realization hit him like a truck. “…No way.”
Wemmbu immediately jerked backward. “Nope.”
Flame’s jaw physically dropped. “NO WAY.”
“Oh my GOD.” His voice cracked upward from sheer disbelief as a grin spread violently across his face. “BRO?”
Wemmbu could actually feel his soul beginning to leave his body. “That was ONE reaction,” he defended instantly, face warming despite the confidence he was desperately trying to maintain. “One. Singular. Uno.”
Flame stared at him for another long second before suddenly doubling over laughing. “No wonder you suggested this dumb punishment!”
“That has NOTHING to do with me.”
“This means EVERYTHING bro!”
“You’re just reading too much into it dude.” He scoffed.
Flame pointed at him accusingly like he’d just solved a murder case. “You set this whole thing up because YOU’RE sensitive!”
Wemmbu’s face twisted in sheer and utter disgust at the mere thought. “Aaalright, now we’re just stretching it.”
“Ohhh my god,” Flame wheezed, still recovering from the revelation. “Bro, this might actually be the best day of my life.”
“Drama queen of the century.”
“No no, hold on—” Flame straightened slightly, one hand still pressed against his chest while he tried unsuccessfully to calm down. “All this trash talk? All this confidence? Meanwhile bro folds from ONE little jab?”
“I mean– Okay, it was unexpected! I’m not sure what else you really want me to say here.”
Wemmbu immediately lunged forward again out of pure embarrassment, mace swinging aggressively enough that Flame barked out another startled chuckle before dodging by a hair. “OH he’s MAD mad now!”
“Dawg— just fight back, or something!”
“I AM fighting back!” Flame yelped, barely blocking the next hit before stumbling sideways across the dirt. “Bro’s literally having a crashout because I discovered his secret.”
“No no no, dude— you basically squealed.”
“Okay buddy, now THAT just isn’t true.”
“Mimimimimi.” Wemmbu groaned so hard it sounded painful. And somehow, the fight just devolved even more from there.
What started as an actual PvP battle turned into both of them actively targeting weak points in each other’s armor like complete idiots. Every cracked plate or exposed strip of skin immediately became fair game. And unfortunately for Flame, his armor was starting to lose durability fast.
A loud crack rang out as Wemmbu’s mace slammed into Flame’s chestplate hard enough to send the blaze hybrid skidding backward several blocks, tiny fractures spreading across the netherite in the process.
“Ohhh your armor’s cooked,” he announced proudly, attempting to redirect all existing embarrassment onto Flame.
Flame barely had time to recover before Wemmbu rushed him again. The demon hybrid swung low this time, forcing Flame to jump back hastily—which turned out to be a horrible decision.
Because the second he landed, Wemmbu’s free hand darted forward and scribbled as quickly as possible across the exposed strip near Flame’s hip where the damaged armor no longer fully covered him.
“GAHH– Broho!” His knees buckled so fast he almost dropped his sword entirely while a loud, startled laugh ripped out of him before he could stop it.
Wemmbu physically froze for half a second from shock, the grin on his face turning downright diabolical. “OH MY– Oho my god?”
Flame hastily stumbled backward, horrified. “NO! Nope. Nope– absolutely not.”
“Oh my god— SHUT UP.” The mace user unexpectedly lunged again, causing Flame to shriek and bolt across the minuscule arena.
A scoff emerged from the purple-haired demon at the accusation. “You started up the tickling first and NOW it’s dirty? Gee, Flame. Not too good on your “honorable” gimmick or… whatever it is.”
“Yeah cause that was before I realized YOU fight like a freak!”
Wemmbu cackled loudly, chasing him around the arena while Flame kept narrowly dodging every grab attempt. Their swords had become almost secondary at this point. Almost. Because Flame suddenly whipped around mid-run and slammed his sword against Wemmbu’s shoulder hard enough to pop a totem—green, glowing particles exploding around the demon hybrid.
Flame immediately pointed at him victoriously. “Not so fun now, huh?”
“Okay now you’re actually dead.”
“Ohhh nooo, I’m sooo scared—“
Wemmbu tackled him before he could even think of finishing his sentence. Both of them crashed into the dirt with a violent yelp, armor clanging loudly as they rolled across the arena in a tangled mess of limbs and weapons.
For one solid second neither of them could tell who was winning.
Then he accidentally planted a hand directly against Flame’s stomach while trying to shove himself upright. The absolute jerk he let out was one that nearly shook Wemmbu out of the nonexistent rink. “Ghhk– dude!”
Flame’s eyes widened behind his blindfold. “Wemmbu.”
The demon hybrid grinned. “Yo bro.” Without warning, his fingers jabbed rapidly into Flame’s stomach through weakened armor gaps.
“NahahAHA– Bro, staHAHAhap–!” He twisted violently beneath him, kicking against the dirt while laughter burst out, loud and sharp despite every obvious attempt to suppress it. His tail lashed wildly behind him while his hands went to grab at Wemmbu’s wrists.
Wemmbu looked unbelievably delighted at this discovery. “Holy shit dude. The ticklish demon.”
“SHUHUT UHUHUP–! AHAha!” Flame wheezed loudly, shoving at his shoulders while trying unsuccessfully to curl in on himself as a defense mechanism. “I hahate youhuhu soho much–!”
“Same old, same old.” The second Wemmbu scribbled again, Flame’s entire body jolted so hard he nearly headbutted him.
“Holy bro,” He sniggered, clearly amused by his mischievous antics against the other.
Flame was laughing too hard to form insults properly anymore, and at this point he could barely speak back.
Fortunately for him, Wemmbu had gotten cocky.
Cocky enough to loosen his grip for ONE second while laughing at Flame’s increasingly pathetic attempts to sound threatening, which gave the blaze hybrid exactly the opening he needed. Flame suddenly twisted hard underneath him and dragged both hands straight up Wemmbu’s exposed sides.
Wemmbu straight up SCREAMED in surprise. The sound that came out of him was so startling that both of them froze in unison. Silence fell on the arena, Flame slowly bringing his eyes to connect with Wemmbu as he stared back in absolute horror.
Then slowly—very slowly—a grin spread across his face again. “Brother,” he breathed out weakly, still giggly from before. “Youhuhu… you’re deadass cooked bro.”
Flame stayed there kneeling over Wemmbu in the soil, one hand still planted beside the demon hybrid’s shoulder while the other rested dangerously near his sides. The evening wind drifted lazily across the arena, cooling the sweat sticking to both of their armor while Wemmbu stared up at him with growing suspicion. “…Alright so.”
“Hm?” The blaze hybrid sounded way too pleased with himself.
“Let’s not do what?” His voice dripped with fake innocence so hard it was practically toxic.
Wemmbu immediately tried shoving him off again. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Flame didn’t waver in his annoying antics. “Kid has a scream that breaks the sound barrier bro.” He breathed, still sounding slightly breathless from laughing earlier.
Flame snickered quietly before finally shifting his attention downward again—slow, deliberate. His fingers drifted toward Wemmbu’s abdomen through the damaged gaps in his armor. Dark eyes precisely tracked each and every movement he made, shuddering as soon as those hands began traveling.
To his dismay, Flame noticed—and absolutely lit up over it. “No way,” he whispered dramatically. “already tensing? It can’t be this bad my guy.”
“I’m literally not but alright.”
“Bro. You literally are bro. Buddy thinks he’s slick or somethin.”
The demon hybrid hated how right he was. Wemmbu glared up at him while trying desperately to force his muscles to relax again, but it was impossible when Flame’s hand just hovered there threateningly close. Not touching, not even moving, clearly dragging it out on purpose.
“Oh my god, you are genuinely such a loser,” Wemmbu muttered. “There’s no way you just fuckin tackled me!”
“I– YOU TACKLED ME FIRST WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?”
“Except in my defense, I did it with the actual intent of combat.”
“Wha— it absolutely is NOT.”
Flame barked out another laugh before finally—finally—moving. Instead of immediately wrecking him like Wemmbu expected, his fingers only dragged slowly across the exposed strip of skin near his stomach.
The action had enough friction to send a tingly spark shooting up Wemmbu’s spine. The demon hybrid jerked hard beneath him, biting back a sound while his hands immediately shot down to grab Flame’s wrist. “Hah– d–dude…”
Flame froze dramatically. “Ohhh?”
“Could youhuhu just— not drag ihit out…”
“What happened to all that confidence from earlier?” Flame mused. “Thought you were the all big and scary Wemmbu.”
Wemmbu tried glaring at him again, but it kinda lost its effectiveness when his shoulders kept twitching every time Flame’s fingers shifted slightly. “You uh, you done yet?” He asked irritably.
“Nah.” Slowly—agonizingly slowly—Flame traced his fingers upward this time.
Wemmbu’s stomach clenched in response, his back arching. A sharp breath escaped through his nose while his grip tightened hard around Flame’s wrist, armor clanking faintly from how tense he’d gotten.
And the worst part was probably that Flame wasn’t even tickling properly yet.
He was just dragging his fingertips around teasingly like a complete jerk.
“Du–duhude…” Wemmbu hissed, squirming beneath him now. “Either do something or don’t.”
Flame tilted his head slightly. “But I am doing something. Isn’t this what you wanted bro?”
“You’re deadass annoying.”
“Mhm.” Again, those stupid fingers skimmed lightly across the sides of his stomach. Wemmbu physically jolted this time, lips pressing together so hard they almost disappeared while a strained sound escaped his throat. “Eheh—!”
Flame’s lips immediately shot into a wide, wicked grin. “Hold on, hold on—” He laughed softly. “Was that a giggle I just heard?”
“That was absolutely a giggle.”
“Nah bro, I think you’re just hearing things.”
Flame hummed thoughtfully like he was genuinely considering that possibility before dragging his fingers lower again in one unbearably slow motion.
Wemmbu nearly folded in half. His shoulders jumped violently while his knees jerked upward instinctively, a startled snort slipping out before he could stop it.
“Oh my GOD,” Flame wheezed. “Did you– dihid you just snohort bro?”
“Dude, just DO IT ALREADY!” Wemmbu snapped suddenly, face burning bright red now from both embarrassment and anticipation.
And all of a sudden, his grin somehow widened even more. “…If you say so, bro. Just know you asked for this.”
The grin lingering across his face turned almost dangerous as he shifted lower against Wemmbu’s waist, fingers flexing once experimentally over the exposed skin beneath the shattered armor.
Wemmbu realized his mistake... a bit too late, to say the least. “Wait—“
“No take backs, bro.” And then Flame finally attacked properly.
Both hands darted forward at once, fingers scribbling rapidly across Wemmbu’s stomach and sides with absolutely zero mercy. “AhahaHA!! FlaHAHAhame—!”
Wemmbu bucked so hard beneath him it almost knocked the other off, a loud burst of laughter ripping straight out of his chest before he could even THINK about holding it back. His hands immediately flew downward to grab at Flame’s wrists, but the blaze hybrid only laughed harder and ducked away from every desperate shove. “Holy broho—”
“NnNAHAHAh–!” Wemmbu twisted helplessly beneath him, knees jerking upward while laughter spilled out in loud, sharp bursts. “YOHOU SUHUCK!!”
“I suck?” Flame repeated while digging his fingers higher along his ribs for half a second. “Bro, YOU’RE the one dying right now!”
Wemmbu practically folded in half with a startled squeak, immediately trying to roll away from the tortuous hands only for Flame to follow him effortlessly. Every scribble against his sides sent another violent jolt through him, the sensation unbearably light and electric against skin already hypersensitive from all the teasing earlier.
“Flahahame– Heheh–! FUHUHAHACK!”
Wemmbu’s face burned bright red beneath all the chortles while his shoulders shook uncontrollably. Every time he almost caught his breath, Flame’s fingers would drag suddenly across another bad spot and send him into another fit of bright giggles.
And unfortunately, Wemmbu reacted to EVERYTHING. The second Flame dragged his fingertips slowly across the center of his stomach again, Wemmbu nearly jumped out of his skin.
“WAhahaheh—!” He kicked violently against the dirt, laughter cracking upward into something almost whiny as his grip tightened desperately around Flame’s forearms. “DOHON’T DRAG IHIHIT—!”
Flame physically lit up. “Holy, that actually works on you?” he mused out loud. “Good to know.”
The demon hybrid glared at him through watery eyes, but the effect got completely ruined by a helpless smile pulling at the corners of his mouth every few seconds whenever another tiny scribble slipped through his defenses.
Flame’s grin somehow stretched even wider at the desperate sound of Wemmbu’s voice, fingers still spidering mercilessly across his stomach while the demon hybrid cackled himself silly.
“Aww, c’mon bro,” he laughed. “You were REAL confident earlier.”
“BehehecAHAUSE I DIHihidn’t THIHIHINK– Youhuhu’d be suhuch a WEIRDOHOho ABOHOHOUT IT!”
“That sounds like a you problem.”
“What?” His fingers suddenly danced higher along Wemmbu’s ribs for half a second.
“NAHAhaHA—!” Wemmbu folded forward so hard his forehead nearly smacked into Flame’s shoulder, laughter bursting out embarrassingly loud while his hands squeezed frantically at the blaze hybrid’s wrists. “FLAHAHAHAME!! St–stahaHAHAP– OHOHOh MY GOHohod!”
“Not so tough without that mace now, huh?” He teased.
“JUHUHUST STAHAP T–TIHIhickling me ahand lehEHET ME GOHOHO!!”
“Eeehh… nah.” Flame barely managed to contain another snicker as Wemmbu kicked helplessly against the dirt beneath them, face burning bright red while every scribble across his stomach made him spasm all over again. His armor shifted and clinked softly every time he twisted, exposing more sensitive skin accidentally in the process.
Which, unfortunately for him, Flame noticed immediately.
“…Y’know,” he started casually, still dragging his fingers lightly across Wemmbu’s side in slow circles, “if you wanted to be tickled so bad, you coulda just told me.”
Wemmbu’s eyes widened in pure offense. “Ihihi– eHEhe! I dihihidn’t!”
“D’aww, don’t gotta be shy about it.”
“Flahame I sweahaHAHar to gohod—!”
The second Flame scribbled faster across his tummy again, the threat completely dissolved into shrieking cackles. Wemmbu twisted hard enough to nearly throw both of them sideways, one hand slapping uselessly over his own face while the other kept trying—and failing—to push Flame away.
“Youhuhu little…! StahAHAhap lahahaughing at meHE!”
“Ihi’m nohot laughing!” Flame wheezed.
Wemmbu tried to let out a frustrated groan, but could barely get it out before his laughter got even louder when he flicked teasing fingers down to his hip, shoulders shaking uncontrollably while helpless little snorts kept slipping out every few seconds whenever Flame switched spots unexpectedly.
That might’ve been the worst part.
Because every time Flame’s fingers slowed down juuust enough for Wemmbu to think he might finally get a break, they’d immediately start up again somewhere else.
“AHAhehe– NOHOho thahaHAHat’s soho MEHEAN! AhahaHA!” He shot out in the midst of frantic giggles, the noise peaking when Flame kneaded at his lower stomach.
“Mean?” Flame repeated dramatically. “The hell– YOU invented the punishment!”
“Oh, so now we decide to regret it?”
Flame barked out another laugh at that, shoulders shaking while he practically collapsed forward over Wemmbu for a second from how hard he was laughing. Even then, though, his fingers never fully stopped moving.
The lighter touches almost felt worse now.
Slow scribbles against his belly. Occasional little pokes near his ribs that made Wemmbu jerk violently every single time. It was unbearable.
Every twitch earned another smug little grin. Every muffled laugh seemed to fuel him even more somehow, fingers continuing their relentless kneading across Wemmbu’s abdomen while the demon hybrid writhed beneath him in complete misery.
“Bro’s actually losing his mind right now,” Flame snickered. “Look at you.”
“Nah, nah.” Flame shifted suddenly, one hand squeezing lightly at Wemmbu’s side while the other skittered upward teasingly, renewing more out of character laughter. “Coochie coochie coo, bro.”
Wemmbu looked genuinely baffled for half a second, cheeks flushing with embarrassment—something Flame would later take note on—before Flame’s fingers suddenly shot up.
“EhehEHA! NOHOhoho!” Wemmbu cried, kicking his legs in protest only to loudly squeak when Flame spidered his hand up to his neck. “EEHEE! PLEHE! PleheheHEASE!”
The sound that came outta Wemmbu was so helplessly giggly that Flame ended up folding forward laughing again himself, forehead nearly dropping against Wemmbu’s shoulder.
“This guy’s begging now? Who could’ve known.”
Flame simply chuckled, still lightly scribbling against the side of Wemmbu’s neck now just to hear the high-pitched squeaks it kept pulling out of him. “Bro came to MY house talking all that trash just to end up giggling in the dirt.”
Wemmbu groaned loudly through his laughter, face completely buried behind one arm now while his shoulders shook helplessly beneath Flame.
To be completely honest, it was probably the part Flame found funniest. Not the threats, not the yelling. Not even the fact Wemmbu was stupidly ticklish. Well maybe that too.
Just the fact that the world’s most obnoxiously cocky demon hybrid was currently curled up beneath him laughing so hard he could barely breathe anymore.
“Aww, c’mon,” Flame teased, voice softer now underneath all the mocking as he slowed his fingers juuust enough to let Wemmbu catch a shaky breath. “Where’d all the confidence go, buddy?”
The gap was so small that Wemmbu, in a last attempt, tried to kick him… knowing deep down he was too worked up to cause any damage.
Unluckily, Flame grabbed loosely onto one of the legs that were kicking him, scratching nails under his knee.
High pitched giggles spilled past Wemmbu’s lips like a waterfall—he may not be extremely sensitive here, but it drew out some of the most embarrassing noises from him. He rolled onto his stomach, practically giving up… kicking his free leg against the floor like he was some excited school girl.
Flame noticed such an innocent display, yet decided his soft actions would speak louder than words.
The blaze hybrid let go of his leg and knelt down next to Wemmbu all in one second. His hands formed claws and dug into the back of his ribs, taking another second… it happened all so fast Wemmbu once more had zero time to react.
“EEEHAHAHA! Wahahait– stahaHAHAhap thahahat!” He laughed uncontrollably, his legs still kicking giddily. The stone floor was so cold, yet his cheeks remained warm from embarrassment. His head was turned on its side, revealing a sweet smile to the other. “Yohohou ahahare serihihiouslEHEhe thehehe wohOHOhorst!”
“Mmm… I think I’m being pretty nice right now.”
The fight had pretty much left Wemmbu by now. Not in a dramatic way or anything. He wasn't surrendering, never in a million years. He was just... significantly less threatening than before.
Flame's hands had slowed to an almost lazy pace, fingertips scratching lightly up and down Wemmbu's sides while the demon hybrid shuddered beneath him. Every swipe pulled soft titters and childish giggles that immediately made him bury his face in his arm out of embarrassment.
"Hoholy bro," Flame snickered. "Listen to yourself."
“Kihihinda haHAhard to whehen– EHe! Y–yohuhu’re beheheing… tihickled senseless.”
Flame simply just chuckled fondly in response. I mean, this was his rival we’re talking about here. The one who literally spams nukes in every fight like it’s normal. And seeing that same cold, merciless player being reduced to… this? It was kind of—nevermind.
A few more slow drags up his sides earned another helpless squirm, his foot continuing its weak kicking against the ground. By now, Flame began actually taken the time to focus on Wemmbu. A big, goofy grin had stretched from ear to ear, paired with pink hued cheeks as a result of embarrassment. Even his usually well-kept hair was disheveled from all the thrashing he had done, his ponytail let loose in the midst of it.
All of this was… an unexpected sight, to say the least.
"Pfft, you look so dumb right now."
Wemmbu groaned into his arm. "Shahaduhup– This ihihis ahall yohohour fault!”
Flame rolled his eyes playfully before letting his devious hands come to a stop.
For a moment, the mace user could finally relax. His shoulders sagged, tension leaving his stomach in slow huffs. The poor guy looked relieved. Which was exactly when Flame got a horrid, yet entertaining idea to continue his games.
Wemmbu immediately became suspicious. "No."
"I didn't even say anything yet!” He said in disbelief. Well, he’s not necessarily wrong.
"The look before you do something fucking stupid."
Flame placed a hand over his chest, pretending to feel wounded. Which, it was obvious he wasn’t, but it was mostly for show. "That's actually crazy."
“What’s really crazy here is the fact you just tortured me bro.”
At that, a smirk started spreading across the blaze hybrid's face. Wemmbu's stomach dropped. "There's one more spot I wanna try out. Just a lil science experiment, nothin harmful. Probably.”
"Absolutely not?? Flame I swear–“
“W–Wait–" Without another word, Flame's fingers darted upward and danced against the back of his ears. "EheheHEHEh! Ihi gehehenuINELY hahAHAHATE YOUHUHU!!”
Wemmbu’s shoulders flew up in a desperate effort to fend off his attack. And the laugh that came out of him was so ridiculously high-pitched that Flame completely lost it. "NO WAY BRO.”"
"QUIHIHihit ihit ahahalready!! AHAHaha–!"
The second those fingers—those unbearably delicate fingers—fluttered against his neck again, Wemmbu practically curled into a ball. His face went bright red, laughter cracking as one horrifically embarrassing squeak escaped him.
Flame collapsed forward, forehead hitting the dirt while he laughed himself stupid. "Okahay, okay dude," he wheezed. "Nah bro. It's over."
Right when the attack ceased, Wemmbu immediately buried his burning face in the palms of his hands. "I hate this server. I genuinely hate this server oh my god.”
"Wooow, would've never guessed…”
"I hate you. I hate you Flame.”
"I hate this dingy arena."
Flame snorted as response. Then finally—finally—he sat back and raised both hands in surrender. "Aight, aight. Truce."
Wemmbu peeked up suspiciously. "For real?"
"Swear. Or I’m never coming near you again.”
Wemmbu slowly lowered his guard. The second he did, Flame skittered on his neck one more time, then bolted instantly. "EHEHE— DUDE!"
Wemmbu recovered not even ten seconds later, dashing straight for his blaze hybrid friend. "Oh my days– GET BACK HERE BRO!”
The two rivals took off across Flame’s arena all over again, one laughing and the other threatening murder while sun’s grace disappeared behind the horizon.
Somehow, that was a pretty normal afternoon for them.
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