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A/N: Better late than never, as they say 🫠! This is a gift fic I wrote for a good friend of mine. We've only been friends for a few months but I feel like I've already learned a lot from her and I’m very grateful for her company 🫂. She loves Alucard (and honestly, can you blame her?) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluffy ler!Alucard fic as much as she did! It's also my first time writing a full reader POV story! Thank you for reading 💚.
Series: Castlevania (TV)
Characters: Alucard, Reader (romantic)
Summary: While journeying with a melancholy Alucard, you decide to cheer up the dhampir with a traditional game of hide and seek after stopping to camp for the night.
Word Count: 2,114
You are traveling with Adrian again.
After two weeks of journeying, the two of you find the ruins of what appears to be an abandoned village.
Despite the state of the place, you are relieved. With these types of ruins, there is a chance for not only a roof over your heads, but a proper hearth for keeping warm and fixing a meal.
“This village must’ve fallen victim to my father’s armies,” Adrian says, approaching a stone wall covered in claw marks and sliced in two; clearly the work of night creatures.
You stand beside Adrian. He appears to be scrutinizing the damage, his expression, blank. But you know that despite his outward indifference, it pains him to see the consequences of his father’s rage – to see what he could not protect.
It’s not your fault, you want to tell him. But you’ve told him this before and so have the others. You decide that now’s probably not a good time, opting to bring it up again after you both have had some food.
“Why don’t you go find some food for us?” You offer, smiling. “I’ll look around the village for a good place to settle down and get a fire started in the meantime.”
Adrian glances at you but you can see that he is smiling too, “very well.” He turns away, “I won’t be far. But do be careful.”
“You know me,” you chuckle. “I’m nothing if not careful.”
“No, you are…” But his words trail off for a moment, then, “…you are many things.” Then the dhampir is walking briskly towards the village’s limits without another glance, leaving you with the start of a blush radiating from your cheeks and tips of your ears. You think that he needs to work on his flirting, but you can’t help but grin fondly at the memory of his attempt anyway.
After scouring the village’s remnants, you find a house with a complete roof, a hearth and enough floor space for two bedrolls. Thankfully there are no human or otherwise remains, only signs that the former residents had left in a hurry. You see a stuffed goat left by the front door and try not to think of who it belonged to.
As you set up the fire in the hearth, you sigh heavily, feeling the familiar weight of anxiety creep up on you. Dracula’s armies and enemies have been vanquished. The people affected by those battles are rebuilding. The world has entered a season of peace. And your travels with Adrian help ensure that. There is no reason to despair, not anymore.
“Not anymore,” you whisper aloud to the crackling fire. How can you keep away these melancholic demons? You grin as an idea comes to mind. After a quick look around, you decide to retreat to a dwelling next door and hide under the sill of a window facing the house you’ve chosen for camp. You peek occasionally, checking to see if Adrian will appear. Eventually you hear a door open in the other house and Adrian’s boots lightly tap against the floorboards. You don’t dare peek now, surely he’ll–
“What are you doing?”
You shriek and nearly jump out of your skin as Adrian appears out of thin air, kneeling in front of you with a raised brow.
“Ugh! How do you do that?!” You cry with your hands to your chest, trying to catch your breath and still your rapidly beating heart.
“Vampire magic,” he says, then lifts up two rabbit carcasses by their ears. “Dinner is acquired. But I don’t see a place for it in the hearth. Only that you are hiding next door.” The blond’s eyebrows narrowed, “did you sense danger?”
You roll your eyes at his simple reply. “No, not yet, at least,” then push yourself to your feet. “I do have a proposition for you, though, if you’ll hear me out,” you say with a tiny glint in your eye. “What do you say?”
Adrian stands with you, squinting, “depends. Whatever it is, it doesn’t sound like it can wait until after dinner.”
“Well it can,” you rub your arm, having not expected Adrian to be hungry. “I just thought that we could play a quick game to... get all the ‘doom and gloom’ out of our heads, you know?” You feel a new blush creep up on your cheeks inadvertently.
Adrian keeps eye contact with you for an uncomfortably long time, long enough that you’re starting to expect that you upset him. But another agonizing moment later, his lips curl into a grin. You bite your bottom lip, all too familiar with that look. You’ve been found out.
“‘Doom and gloom’, you say?” Adrian places his free hand on his hip. “Pray tell, how do you suggest we remedy this then?”
Found out but he’s still willing to play along. Good, you think, as relief settles over you. “Hide and seek,” you offer, crossing your arms in front of you. “I’ll hide. But you have to find me at least three times in ten minutes or… um…” You look around, desperately trying to find ideas for your own reward besides what you want from this game in the first place. “Um, I get to wear your coat for a day.”
Adrian scoffs then clears his throat, “are you serious?”
You nod curtly, maintaining your confident grin. It was a stupid demand, but a demand nonetheless. Adrian was going to win anyway. He always did. But that wasn’t the point.
“If you say so,” Adrian shakes his head, setting aside the rabbit carcasses for now, then begins removing his gloves. “I’ll play this little game of yours.”
“Brilliant! Now, what do you want if you win?”
“I think you already know what I want.” Adrian winks at you and you feel heat begin to travel up your neck.
“Well?” The dhampir tosses aside his leather gloves, “aren’t you going to hide? I’ll count to ten.” He chuckles lightly, “one…two…”
You sprint away from the house, heading for the barn where you found the firewood for the hearth. This isn’t the first time you’ve played this particular game of hide and seek with Adrian. As you settle behind a large pile of dirty hay, you wish you were playing in the castle instead.
“Come out, come out wherever you are…” You hear Adrian announce some yards away with all the enthusiasm of an overstimulated parent. You cover your mouth to stifle your snort of amusement.
“You know I’m going to find you…,” he continues. “And you know what’ll happen when I do…”
A giddy excitement bubbles up within you. You are counting on Adrian finding you, but more so, what he plans to do with you.
A puff of air grazes your right arm, then you hear this next to your ear: “…I’m going to tickle you.”
Before you can protest, Adrian grabs your waist and pulls you against him, squeezing your sides repeatedly. You dig your heels into the dirt and try to push off him, but he has you pinned.
Your hands clamp down over his as you grin and writhe in wheezing laughter from the surprise of Adrian’s attack. He relents a moment later, taking your hands and helping you up as you catch your breath. “Y-You–you almost killed me!”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” he chuckles. “Eight minutes to go now.” He lets you go and steps back. “One… two… three…”
It takes you longer than you wanted to get out of the barn, he’s already on “seven” by then and you’ve already forgotten the hiding places you picked out before he returned from his hunt. You skid to a stop near a chicken coop then squat behind it. Adrian plans to tickle you every time he finds you, that’s usually the way the game plays out, but when he finds you this time, you decide you aren’t going to let him.
A shadow then flickers in front of your feet, you look up just in time to see Adrian reach for you… but you roll out of the way and onto your feet before he makes contact. In a display of defiance, you stick your tongue at him before running away again.
“You’re going to pay for that!” You hear him call out as you turn a corner. Then the counting begins once more, “one…”
The ten minutes you picked was arbitrary. Adrian Tepes, also known as Alucard, Son of Dracula, could probably catch you twenty times or more in that time. But the chase was more fun for both of you, as was the reward in the end.
Panting, you arrive at a decrepit well. You put your hands down on the rim and hop in, catching the inner sides with your feet while you hold on to the misshapen bricks near the surface of the well with your hands. Maybe Adrian will still find you in a matter of seconds, but even he would have to admit you picked a good hiding spot. However, it had already been a minute and your muscles were starting to ache from the strain.
“Oh, no…” You dare to look down and there is nothing but darkness. Who knew how far down it went? You look up to see the sun setting and start to panic. You try to adjust your feet but slip. As you feel your grip on the brick loosen, two hands grab your upper arms and pull you out onto the dusty ground.
“Are you bloody stupid?” You wince as Adrian scolds you.
“Possibly,” you roll onto your back, panting and sweating profusely. “I thought… I thought it was a great hiding spot, personally.”
Adrian sighs, “yes, yes. Very clever.” Then he kneels beside you. “But that cleverness wouldn’t have saved you from a broken leg. Or worse…” He offers his hands to you.
You take them and he pulls you up once more. “I’m sorry,” you say, head down. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“I know.” The dhampir pushes away a few loose strands of his hair. “I suppose… you can add something to my reward for the inconvenience.” He says, a hint of mischief replacing his mild frustration almost instantly. “I pulled you out of there in nine minutes, by the way. It would’ve been sooner, but someone had to prove something.”
“A-Add?” You sputter, eyes widening at what that could possibly mean for you.
The dhampir takes your wrists and leans in, “I’m hungrier than I thought.” He makes a show of running his tongue over his fangs. “I’ll have my appetizer now, thank you.”
Your jaw drops. You were expecting tickle torture, not this! “Adrian…” You start to plea as he embraces you. “Adrian! N-No, wait! P-Please! N-Not THIHIHEHEHEHEE!” But it was too late, the blond had already buried his face into your neck, kissing your sensitive skin.
You shriek as wave upon wave of sensation shocks your body, making you squirm with all your might, but it is all in vain in the hands of the Son of Dracula. He then nuzzles closer to your ears, making you cackle. Your legs start to give out and you collapse slowly with Adrian’s help. But just when you thought he’d let you go, his fangs came out, running along your skin with the utmost gentleness.
You squeal, “EEHEHEHEHEHEE! A-ADRIAN!” He chuckles lightly against your neck as he continues exploring it with his lips and teeth, all the while, you are overcome with shrieking laughter until you are nearly in tears.
You fall limp against his chest, giggling and face flush.
“Feeling all right, sweetness?” Adrian asks gently, letting his affection for you leak through as he holds you in his lap.
“Y-You know that’s one of my worst spots!” You pout, bumping your head against him playfully.
“All the more reason I should take advantage of it every now and then, hm?” He kisses your hair. “Now then, I believe you owe me my reward.”
You gasp and turn to look at him, “You mean…. t-that wasn’t it?!”
“Of course not.” Adrian cracks his knuckles. “That was for frightening me. But this…” He raises his hands, wriggling his fingers. “…is my reward.” He grins widely, showing fangs and all.
You swallow hard, unable to take your eyes off his fingers, “but what about d-dinner?”
Adrian stops wriggling and leans in to whisper in your ear, “this is dinner.”
You squeak, feeling a chill crawl up your spine.
The dhampir chuckles then says, “tickle, tickle, sweetness…”
That evening, there was no more sign of melancholy. Only laughter, affection and peace. Your plan worked.
Summary: Chuuya attempts to train Dazai not to be so annoying when he's in a lee mood, but by the end of the day he finds he's not sure he prefers a perfectly behaved boyfriend after all.
A/N: Remember this poll? The results were SO close, but lee Dazai won - and this was the result! Hope you enjoy! ^^
Word Count: 2054
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Poke.
Chuuya wasn’t going to fall for it. Not this time. He kept his gaze squarely focused on his book of poetry, legs crossed, one arm over the back of the couch. Whenever Dazai was in a mood, he’d start being annoying, hoping to get his smaller boyfriend to react. It usually worked – scratch that, it always worked. But Chuuya had been doing some thinking recently, and today he decided he wasn’t going to give in to his partner’s antics. He was going to train Dazai to get what he wanted a different way.
Poke. His cheek squished as his boyfriend’s finger prodded into it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the brunette smirking, and that irritated Chuuya more than anything. It was like he knew he’d get what he wanted if he just kept it up, and why wouldn’t he think that? It had worked every time up to now.
Poke.
Not this time.
“Dazai,” Chuuya said, keeping his eyes trained on the words in his book even though he wasn’t reading them anymore and both of them knew it. “If you keep that up, there will be consequences.”
It was what the detective wanted to hear, and again, both of them knew it. But this time, when Dazai poked his cheek again in that arrogantly defiant way of his, Chuuya was slow, purposeful. He closed his book, put it to the side, uncrossed his legs. He could feel the energy radiating from his boyfriend, that eagerness that was the reason behind his antics in the first place.
Chuuya got to his feet.
He turned his back.
And he walked out of the room.
~
Dazai’s tricks grew more desperate as the days went by without any kind of repercussions. Normally he’d save nagging Chuuya in this way for when they were alone, or sometimes in the presence of close friends. But by the fourth day, he was even going so far as to try and provoke his boyfriend while he was on the phone with his boss.
“Yes, sir, they assured me the shipment will arrive on time,” Chuuya said into the phone, giving Dazai a sharp glare whilst keeping his tone neutral. He knew something was coming. He’d been with the detective too long now not to sense when he was about to be stupid. “Yes, sir.” More talking from the other end. “No, sir.”
It came swiftly, without warning, but thankfully the mafioso had been prepared enough to at least stifle his reaction when fingers clawed at his ribs, making what would have been an obvious yelp of laughter turn into a sudden coughing fit that sounded legitimate enough to convince Mori that his sip of water had just gone down the wrong pipe. And Mori knew he was dating Dazai, so that had to count for something.
He was a master class in acting. They should study his method in universities.
Without missing a beat, Chuuya muted his end while Mori gave further instructions, grabbed Dazai by the tie, and yanked him down so they were face to face.
“Behave,” he growled, dropping his unbothered mask for a moment to let his irritation at his boyfriend show. He leaned in to whisper the rest in his ear. “Or I won’t tickle you to within an inch of your life tonight.”
He let go of his boyfriend’s tie and took a couple of steps away, unmuting the phone to continue his conversation as though nothing had happened. Behind him, he could feel Dazai’s stillness – a sharp contrast to his fidgeting from the rest of the week. When he turned to glance at him, he could practically see the cogs whirring in his head, reformulating his plan of attack on the fly, as he was so frustratingly good at.
By the time Chuuya ended his call with Mori, Dazai was the very model of a perfectly behaved boyfriend. It was unnerving in a way, but also extremely satisfying. With a smirk, Chuuya strode out of the room.
He’d see how long it took for that behavior to crumble.
~
It would have been incredibly gratifying to drag Dazai out on a bunch of errands he normally hated that day, just to watch him struggle to be good so he could get what he wanted later, but Chuuya decided it would be even more difficult for his boyfriend if they stayed at home, always in the same room, always within tickling distance but without ever acting on it instead.
Thus, they went about an entirely normal day at home together. They did chores. They talked. They watched a few episodes of a new show, cuddling under a blanket. (That had been the hardest part for Dazai to stay still through, Chuuya knew.) They made dinner, then ate dinner, and finally changed into pajamas for the evening.
Through it all, Dazai was as gentlemanly as he’d ever been. He still bantered and snarked and found ways to annoy Chuuya, but he kept his hands to himself, never touched his boyfriend unless it was to hug him closer during their show. He was perfect. It was incredible to behold, really.
And also way more unsettling than Chuuya had anticipated. Satisfying though it had been, by the end of the day he actually found he was missing Dazai’s usual antics, and resolved to only use this method of withholding what his boyfriend wanted when he really, truly needed the man to be on his best behavior.
His decision was further cemented when he went to encourage Dazai to come to bed a little early so he could deliver on his promise, and he saw the strained, desperate look on his boyfriend’s face.
Chuuya’s heart twisted in his chest. “Hey, you good?”
The brunette looked up at him with the most pleading puppy dog eyes he’d ever used on the redhead and gripped the couch cushions, visibly restraining himself as he said, “Please, Chuuya.”
The mafioso was floored. Not only had he gotten Dazai to be on his best behavior all day, now he’d managed to get him to beg, all without ever laying a finger on him.
He’d had enough.
With a smile, he moved to stand in front of his partner, tilting his chin up so their eyes met. “You’ve been so good today. Thank you. Now, why don’t you come to bed so I can give you what you want so badly, hmm?”
Dazai’s features lit up in relieved excitement. He was off the couch and into the bedroom so fast Chuuya couldn’t help but laugh as he followed him. When he got to their room, he found Dazai lying on the bed, hands lifted above him, gripping the headboard, keeping himself wide open for whatever the redhead wanted to do.
It was adorable.
Chuuya smirked, climbing onto the mattress with him and settling himself on his hips. “All right, I’ve kept you waiting long enough.” Then, without further ado, he reached up to scribble into Dazai’s open armpits.
The brunette let out what was almost a groan of relief before bursting into cackling laughter, his grip on the headboard faltering somewhat but never actually moving.
“Fihihihihihihihihihinally!” he cried, body squirming instinctively even though his bright smile and unmoving arms told Chuuya everything they needed to. “Thahahahahahat was tohohohohohorture!”
“I’m sorry,” Chuuya replied, and he meant it. He dragged his nails down to Dazai’s top ribs, walked his fingers back up, dug into his underarms briefly, and then repeated the action. “I really just wanted a day where you weren’t constantly getting on my nerves, but I don’t think that was the answer for either of us. We can talk about it later. For now, just enjoy your reward.”
Dazai whined in an eager sort of way, letting himself relax and giggle as his boyfriend gently warmed him up for the harsher tickles he knew were coming soon. It had taken every ounce of willpower he had not to give up and tickle Chuuya into submission first as the day dragged on, but now that he was here he felt like it had all been worth it, because not only was he getting what he finally wanted, but he knew his boyfriend would use all his favorite techniques against him, too.
It didn’t take long.
Chuuya suddenly switched tactics, going from scribbling to digging a single finger into the meat of each armpit, making Dazai arch his back and shout in surprise, harder laughter bubbling up out of him, arms trembling now.
“Keep your arms up for me,” Chuuya teased, never letting up on his attack. “You’ve been dying to laugh for me all day, haven’t you? Well, I can’t do that if you don’t let me get you where it tickles the most. Riiiiiight here, yeah? Right under your arms. Does it tickle, Dazai? Hmm?”
Dazai let out a strangled curse, using the rest of his allotted willpower to grip the headboard for all he was worth. “Yehehehehehehehehehes!”
“Good. Then I’m sure you won’t mind if I just settle in and tickle, tickle, tickle you here for a while.” Chuuya smirked at Dazai’s reddening cheeks, his clearly crumbling resolve. “Aww, look how ticklish you are here. Tickle, tickle, tickle~”
“Dohohohohohohohon’t!” Dazai whined, briefly releasing one hand on instinct before clamping it back in place. “No teheheheheheheheasing!”
“But you love it,” Chuuya replied in a mischievous voice. “You don’t really want me to stop, do you, Dazai? If anything, I think you want me to tease you more. Until you can’t even think straight. Until you’re laughing your guts out and begging for mercy. Hmm? Don’t you? Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle~”
With a desperate cry, Dazai released his hands and shot his arms down protectively, laughter shifting into something more frantic, especially when Chuuya snatched up one wrist, twisted it over top of his boyfriend’s head so his right armpit was as exposed as possible, and used his free hand to dig into that spot for all he was worth.
Dazai threw his head back and screamed. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! CHUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUUYA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
“What’s the matter, Dazai? I thought you wanted me to tickle you to within an inch of your life.” Chuuya had to speak up to be heard over his partner’s helpless cackling. “I’d say we still have several yards to go before we’re there. You’ll just have to take it~”
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!! ANYWHERE EHEHEHEHEHEHELSE!! PLEASE, CHUUYA!!”
“If you say so.” Chuuya smirked, effortlessly dropping his hands from Dazai’s armpits to his hips, pressing and kneading in that meticulous way he knew drove his boyfriend up the wall, wincing a little when the detective let out a fresh shriek of laughter, hands flying down to grip his wrists in desperation.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEITHER!! NO FAIR, NO FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!”
Chuuya laughed along with him, unable to hide how much fun he was having with this as well. It was always a treat to make his annoying bastard of a boyfriend plead for mercy, but right now, he was just happy to be able to reward Dazai for a very, very good day. He could have easily activated his ability, pinned his boyfriend in the way he wanted, tickled him so hard and so long he’d be forced to cancel it out of sheer desperation – but there was something so fun about watching Dazai struggle and thrash and not be able to do a damn thing about the position he was in.
And really, he’d forced his boyfriend to restrain himself all day. The least he could do now was let him react in exactly the way he wanted to in response to the unbearable sensations wracking his body, in just the way he’d been desperate for them to all week.
“CHUUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUUYA!!” Dazai’s laughter grew screechy the more he focused on his hips, hands becoming vice grips on his wrists in his unconscious effort to ease the tickling even a fraction. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
Chuuya just smiled at him, though he was too far gone to notice.
“Don’t you worry, Dazai,” he said, suddenly darting back up into his armpits and watching Dazai tip his head back to scream and laugh uncontrollably, without restraint, legs kicking in the air behind the redhead’s straddle. “Now that I’ve got you here, you’re not going anywhere.”
Bunni sleeps curled up in a ball and it annoys Toji to no end because sometimes her knees dig into the small of his back and he wakes up in pain dhsjhxf
Toji snores so fucking loud that Bunni will wake up in the middle of the night to try and smother him with a pillow and hes just like "are you tryin to kill me woman?!" HDHSHD
sorry about that! can I request a fic with choso or yuji (or anyone else and yuji)
🧡 Bestie: Requester’s choice: Pick your own sentence starter!
{Candy Heart Prompts are officially CLOSED!}
You're absolutely fine, anon! :D Oh this is glorious- I need Choso in my life! I got you covered, friend!
Bestie: "No more crying!
Yuji worried him.
Choso bit the inside of his cheek, seeing his brother looking so somber. Given the circumstances, it made sense. A lot has happened since The Shibuya Incident. Shoot, a lot happened between them. He didn’t expect Yuji to be all sunshine and smiles with him. The fact they were able to work together now was enough.
And yet…
“What’s wrong, Choso?” Yuji must have sensed his unease, looking back at him. Oh…oh those eyes. It broke Choso’s heart seeing him look so sad at such a young age. “Is there a curse nearby?”
“No…well, yes.” Choso gestured to himself, but then waved it off. “Yuji. You scare me.”
“....Ah.” That sad look seemed to deepen, and Choso wanted to choke on his own blood at his carelessness.
“No- I don’t mean it like that. You…you’re not happy. I worry about you.” Choso walked up, some hesitation in his stance. “I have no right to, I know, but-”
“It’s okay.” Yuji cut him off, trying to smile for him. “I appreciate you anyway.”
The words hit like a bullseye. Choso bit his lip, tears welling in his eyes as throat suddenly stopped working, He quickly looked away, hiding his face. “Y-Yuji..”
“Aren’t you supposed to be comforting me?” The younger man laughed as he walked up, pulling Choso into his embrace. The gesture only made the curse cry more. “I’m sorry for scaring you. I’ll do my best to cheer up where I can.”
“Yuji! My de-ear brother!” Choso sobbed, clinging to Yuji’s jacket with shaking hands. In response, he felt Yuji’s own hands slide down his sides, coming to a rest at- “AhAh?”
“No more crying. Cheer up. For me.” Yuji demanded, scribbling his fingers quickly into his torso. Did either of them knew curses were ticklish? Probably not. Did it work out in the other’s favor? Absolutely.
“Yuhuhuhuji! Ehahhahahahaha! Thihihis wahhahsn’t pahahart of my plahahahan! Ehahahahah, ahahha!” Choso tried to worm away, grabbing at Yuji’s hands. Then he remembered who this was and sorta took it. “Ehahahahahhhahaha! Ehahahhaha- hehahahahhaha!”
“Wow, not fighting back? You really want to be tickled, huh?” Yuji giggled as he moved his hands about, seeking more tickle spots. His armpits were lacking in reaction, but his hips were excellent. Turns out though- his back was amazing. Choso all but folded at the fingers curling along his shoulderblades. “Found your tickle spot! Hehehe.”
“YUHUUHUHJI!” Choso cackled, cheeks red and eyes teary. His legs gave out soon after, sending him falling on his ass. Yuji attempted to catch him, but the force of his fall brought him to his knees. They looked at one another in surprise.
Then they were laughing. Truly laughing.
“Ehehehhehehe! I gohohot you gohohohood, huhuhuh?” Yuji wheezed, the first real laugh he had in awhile. Choso laughed just as much, a few sobs mixed in as he took in his brother’s smiling face. Just what he wanted to see. Finally- after all this time.
inspired by this comic! i have never watched tadc and i have no idea what it's about, but i do love these two a lot <3 apologies if it's ooc. i wouldn't know.
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Pomni can't count the amount of times she's wished to be human again—but she swears, she really means it this time.
Of course, she’s said that the last five hundred times, too. Once she gets her actual body back, she’ll never take it for granted again. She had no idea just how difficult a different form would be, and she’s the most human-like one here. She can’t imagine how Kinger must feel without legs, or Zooble with their limbs in complete disarray. Pomni is probably the most fortunate of the bunch, which is really saying something, because this body sucks! It’s not anything she can’t handle, most of the time, but now…
It’s.
Well.
This shelf. This stupid shelf in her room. It's in her room, and she can't even reach it! What kind of bullshi—
"Need some help?" a lazy voice drifts out from behind her before she can finish the thought. She jumps, spinning around to see...well. Who else? Pomni jerks her head over to the door, only to see it still shut, still locked, just as she'd left it. Ugh, she'll never understand how he does these things.
Jax waves, drawing her attention back to him. "You seem to be struggling there." He flashes his stupid, teasing grin. "Too tall a task, huh?"
Pomni glares across the room at him, crossing her arms. "Are you just going to stand there mocking me?"
"Well," Jax muses, "I guess I could help if you need. Only if you say pretty please."
This guy. If it were anyone else, Pomni wouldn't have a problem with asking for help; though, if it were anyone else, they wouldn't be taunting her like this to begin with. With Jax, though? Absolutely not. She refuses to feed his ego, or else he'll hold it over her head (literally) for the rest of time.
"Not a chance." She looks around the room, searching for something she can stand on. "I can get it myself."
Jax laughs, leaning against the wall. "Yeah? Have fun with that." He watches in blatant amusement as she inspects blocks and chairs, testing if they’re stable enough to hold her. Pomni eventually settles on a stack of books, dropping them in front of the shelf and climbing on top of them. She reaches up, even standing on her tiptoes, both arms stretched high above her head.
But, of course, it’s still not tall enough. It’s like it’s specifically made to be just out of reach! Caine, you piece of sh—
“You sure you don’t need any help?” Jax’s singsong tone makes her want to scream.
“I’m fine!” Pomni shoots back, strained as she focuses on her task. The tips of her fingers can reach the edge of the shelf, so maybe, if she stretches just a little more…
She hears Jax sigh somewhere behind her, but she pays it no mind. She barely even registers his footsteps approaching. She’s so close, grasping wildly at the edge—
“AGH!” Hands wrap around her waist and lift her into the air. Instinctively, she starts to thrash, kicking her legs out. “What are you—?!”
She turns her head to see Jax grinning, now at eye level. “What’s wrong?” he asks, tilting his head with a smirk. “Go on and grab it. You can do it now.”
Pomni pushes at his hands, trying to wiggle her way out of his grasp. Moments later, though, his words set in, and she realises that he’s right; he’s holding her up to the shelf. Deciding to seize the opportunity before Jax snatches it away from her, she reaches out, grabbing the dusty toy that she’s after. “Okay!” she squeaks out. “Now put me down!”
Jax’s fingers curl into her sides, making her yelp. “I don’t know, this is kinda fun. I could show you other places you’ve never seen! You wanna feel tall for once?”
“No!” Pomni cries, trying to curl up and protect herself. “J-juhuhust let goho!”
She catches a glimpse of Jax’s face, his expression changing from confusion to understanding. She hadn’t realised she could still be ticklish, and apparently, neither did he. Of course Jax had to be the one to find out. Just her luck.
This is the most embarrassing night of her life.
“Sure, I’ll put you down.” Jax’s eyes gleam with mischief. He squeezes again and again, picking up the speed each time until Pomni is squealing. “But you’ve gotta stop squirming first.”
Pomni tries to protest, but her complaint is washed away by laughter. “I’m seheherious!” she whines, doubling over with the toy still clutched tightly to her chest. Her legs kick wildly, dangling in the air. “You jeheherk!”
Jax worms his way under her arms, and Pomni can't believe the high-pitched noise that escapes her. “What’s that? I can’t hear you.” He brings her a bit closer to himself, almost nuzzling her as he tickles her without a care in the world. His proximity to her neck makes her scrunch up her shoulders. If she wasn’t halfway to tears, she might be embarrassed about it. “Of course, I’ll be glad to show you some new rooms! Come on, let’s go exploring.”
That is not what she said! “Jahahax!” Pomni wails, feeling her face flushing. It’s humiliating enough that Jax is tickling her, she doesn’t need everyone else seeing! He’s pressing into her ribs, kneading circles on her hips with his thumbs. She can't remember the last time she was ticked, but there's no way it was this bad! Tears are pricking at the corners of her eyes. “I mehehean it—”
Pomni kicks out again, and this time, her foot connects with something solid. She doesn’t even realise she’s falling until she hits the ground.
“Ow!” she groans, rubbing away the soreness of the collision. She looks up to see Jax inspecting his lower ribs, clearly the spot where he’d just been kicked.
“Damn, you pack a punch,” he grumbles, dusting himself off.
“You deserved it,” she shoots back, crossing her arms. She’s still breathless. “I told you to let go.”
Jax waves her off with an eye roll. “Yeah, whatever.” He grins. “Those sounds you made were just too funny.”
Pomni bristles in annoyance. She’s ready to argue back, but suddenly, an idea hits her. If she’s still ticklish like this, then that means…
“Jax,” she says as she stands, the toy safely on the ground. “Are you ticklish?”
The face he makes is one she’s never seen from him before. His eyes widen, ears flattening against his head, and Pomni can swear she sees a pink tinge. “Ah, well,” he starts, almost stumbling over his words as he tries to seem casual. “Guess I’d better go now, it’s getting late and all, you know.” It’s such a pathetic attempt at nonchalance that Pomni wants to laugh. Jax turns away, shielding his expression from her. “Hope you don’t need anything else until morning, ‘cause I’m not helping you again.”
Pomni tries to stop him, but she has no time to move before he’s gone as quickly as he had appeared. She sighs. Despite herself, she couldn’t help thinking that talking to Jax was actually fun, but she knows she’ll only get lost if she tries looking for him. Best to wait until tomorrow.
…Hey, hold on, how’d he leave without using the door?
A/N: Sezzie made a long fic! I am so proud of myself! I did a lot of research into human interactions and wanted to try and level up a little! I hope everyone enjoys! Criticism is most welcome!
Summary: Modern AU. Phainon has been eyeing up someone lately... who knew they would end up in an interesting situation a few weeks later...
Thank you to @ppystkposts and @keru0 for your help and feedback owo
Word Count: 2822
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Phainon peered over the book he was reading. Well, trying to read. He was distracted by the most attractive man he has ever seen in his life. Beneath that white button-up shirt was a hulking body, he could tell by the way his arms stretched the sleeves. Messy blond hair lazily tied up in a short ponytail, sharp yellow eyes staring right at him, piercing through his heart.
Wait…
Phainon’s eyes widened and he blushed profusely as his ogling had caught this guy's attention. He hid his face behind the book he was pretending to read, clutching it tightly as if it’s his lifesaver right now and biting back an embarrassed giggle. Part of him was thrilled he got caught, should he glance back?
He tries to steal another glance again slowly and notices the guy has stopped staring back. He feels a little sad but decides that's enough ‘studying’ for today. He debates talking to him, but ultimately decides to leave in a hurry.
Later in the week, he confesses to his friends the occurrence that has had him on edge so much lately.
“You’re joking? That’s Mydei, he is one of the top sports science students!” Tribbie explained in disbelief.
“You certainly got his attention, I heard he can be a little rough around the edges sometimes.” Aglaea smirks as Phainon sinks lower in his seat.
“Come on… I couldn’t help it… I zoned out and next thing I knew he was looking my way!”
“Yeah right, ‘zoned out’ huh? You were just eyeing that body. I bet…”
The three sat at the same library table gossiping quietly.
“What if he comes in today? Or worse… he is already here and listening to us form nearby!?”
“If he is, then he should know that Phainon is just a giant puppy and doesn’t mean any harm~” Tribbie says out loud, Phainon dives under the table as the girls giggle.
Alas, no Mydei showed up today.
It would be another few weeks before Phainon saw him again, this time later in the day, and unfortunately it was only the two of them in the library. He looks around, wondering if there is anyone else besides the grumpy old clerk who always gives him dirty looks. Resigning himself to his fate, he decides to try and make up some excuse to go into the same aisle as him. He has no use for sports med… or does he? He supposes there is no harm in wanting to learn about some muscle training for his own sake.
Mydei is deep in a book when Phainon saunters into the aisle. No reaction from him yet, good good, Phainon thinks to himself.
He eyes the spines of the books until he sees one with ‘muscle’ in the title and reaches for it, but unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Mydei reaches for it too.
“Pff… haha~ This feels like one of those movies where the protagonists meet!” Phainon jokes aloud, hoping to diffuse the awkwardness and his own nerves bubbling in his chest.
“Hmph, I thought you were in the history class? What do you need a sports med book for, hm?” Mydei’s voice was gruff, but the tone of the question was gentle and teasing, it made Phainon’s heart somersault. This guy was actually talking to him.
“Uh… I actually was looking for some sort of advice or guide so I just… wanted to search… honest!”
It was somewhat true, but he realised how pathetic of an excuse that sounded like. He sighs, the awkwardness is back. “Hey uh… actually, I wanted to apologise… for a few weeks ago… sorry I was staring at you…”
The blond man thinks for a moment, then seems to remember. “Oh, that. Don’t worry about it, I am used to it…” He seems slightly somber in his admission.
Phainon pouts a little, “Used to it? Is that… a good or bad ‘used to it’?”
“A little annoying, I must admit.”
Panic arises in his chest, Phainon feels the guilt surfacing. “S-Sorry… I uh, look, I need to confess… that you are one of the most a-attractive guys I-I have ever seen in my life and I will leave you with that. No more ogling I promise… and-!”
It was Mydei’s turn to feel embarrassed, his eyes widened slightly and his cheeks turned a little pink. He looks away and fidgets with a button on his shirt as if it was a problem that needed his attention. “Oh… th-thanks?” He squirmed, only looking up at the white haired man occasionally.
“What’s this? Are you… secretly a huge softie inside?” He couldn’t help but tease him, causing him to stammer and become more flustered.
“N-No! It's just… Caught me off guard! Don’t say weird things like that to strangers, they will get the wrong idea.” Mydei continues to avoid eye contact and huffs, grabbing the book Phainon was reaching for and handing it to him. “Here… I don’t need it.”
Phainon giggled quietly, this was certainly an individual worth getting to know.
He plays their encounter over and over again in his head when he returns to his dorm room, burying his face into a pillow and rolling around on the bed.
“You look like a high school girl in love.” Tribbie teases, having come over after Phainon spammed her with angsty text messages.
“I am not!”
“A crush then?”
“Hmph… so what if I have a crush on this guy?”
“Go to the library again and see if he will be there! Ask him to hang out or on a date!”
“Noooo!”
Tribbie sighs, “Alright, then I will tell him. The sports classes are in the building next to mine, I am sure I will find him~”
“No! Please don’t!”
“Ohhh~ What if he finds out… you like tickling?” The smirk that spreads across her face could kill a man. Phainon turns bright red in response and cannot even respond, his brain feels like it just short circuited.
“Haha! Aww Snowy~ Sorry… was that a little too far? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with it but… I am sure he would have an open mind!”
“Nope… nuh uh… no way! He… I am not bringing that up with him!”
Tribbie giggles, knowing her dear friend does have a little thing for tickling. She finds it adorable, while Phainon thinks it's embarrassing. Of course, the thoughts and ideas are already rushing through. “Save me… Lady Tribbie!”
“I could just tell him for you?”
“No!”
“What if we ask him to hang out with our group?”
“No!!”
“C’mon Snowy, don’t be like that~”
Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
The opportunity to see Mydei again came sooner than he expected. He trudges back to his dorm late one afternoon, his brain feels like mush from the upcoming assignment he needs to complete. Without thinking, he lazily enters his dorm room and kicks off his shoes, then begins to remove his jacket and shirt.
“Anaxa, I am ba-”
Mydei is in his dorm room.
…Mydei is in his dorm room.
Mydei is in his dorm room!
Phainon freezes, still flashing Mydei. He slowly turns bright red and pushes his shirt back down.
The blond’s face is equally surprised and red, unsure whether to stare or look away his eyes continue to dart between Phainon’s face and stomach, “Um… Anaxa tutors me…” He manages to squeak out.
“Oh, you two have met?” The smaller man emerges from his room with some books in hand, looking confused between Phainon and Mydei.
“You could have texted me… I just walked in and started undressing like I normally do!” Phainon complains, pouting at his roommate like a child. Anaxa notices that Mydei is looking rather flustered and trying to find something else to focus on, fidgeting in his seat.
“Maybe you should stop being so shameless? I live here too, you know.” He sits himself down opposite to Mydei, actively ignoring the tension between them. “Don’t mind him, just wait until he shows you what ridiculous fashion he wears when not in public.”
Oh, Phainon was going to kill him. “At least I don’t wear adorable dinosaur onesies and eat dinosaur crackers!”
Anaxa sputters and throws the textbooks he was holding at Phainon, “D-Don’t say that! It’s not true!” The pout on his face and rosy cheeks look adorable, even Mydei chuckles through the initial awkwardness that was in the room.
“Not something I expected one of our top students to be into. Now I need to see photos.”
“No! No you do NOT!”
Phainon giggles triumphantly and retreats to his room to complete his own study while Anaxa and Mydei stay in the living area. Though he finds himself too distracted by eavesdropping instead of completing his own assignment. By the sounds of things, Mydei struggles with the mathematics components of his courses and Anaxa assists him. It’s kind of cute, he thinks to himself.
He lays his head on his desk, clicking a pen rapidly and bouncing his knee. He wants to join them but doesn’t know how.
He’s so attractive, I just want to stare at him… oh but that's weird and he doesn’t like that… ugh, what if he hates me?
No no, Phainon. You have a great personality and body too! He might like you!
He continues to think and murmur to himself, only to be snapped out of his thoughts by Mydei appearing in his doorway. His head whips upright and he stares wide eyed, unable to get a word out.
“I… finished my study.” Mydei leans against the door frame as if he is waiting for something. Phainon can’t help but chuckle.
“Come in… I don’t mind.”
“What are you working on?” The blond heads to Phainon’s bed, lazily draping himself over it and picking up a random object to toss around while he chats.
“Supposed to be my history assignment, but I got distracted… I was listening more to Anaxa teaching you math.” He grins.
Mydei scowls and huffs, “Hmph… everyone has their weaknesses! Mine just happens to be math…” He avoids Phainon’s gaze, pulling at a loose thread on his bedsheet.
Weakness… that word rings in Phainon’s head and he can’t help his mind just immediately thinks about tickling… Every. Single. Time. He doesn’t realise he hasn’t answered and his cheeks have turned red.
“Are you okay? You look flushed, are you sick?” Mydei sounds concerned.
“U-Uh no no no! I-I am fine… just thinking about something else, sorry~” Phainon tries to brush it off with a wave of his hand but Mydei only raises an eyebrow of disbelief in response.
The two are cut off by Anaxa standing in the door, “I am going out to get dinner, you’re welcome to stay, Mydei.” He smirks, “Oh and Phainon was probably thinking about his secret when you mentioned weaknesses.”
“YOU-!” Phainon squeaks out as Anaxa laughs maniacally and leaves the dorm room. The white haired man can only sit there and stare at the floor, his face slowly turning more red.
“You got a weakness, huh?” Mydei smirks, amused by this new revelation and Phainon’s reaction to being teased. He has to admit, he is slightly curious.
“Don’t listen to him, he is just… weird. No weaknesses, nope.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure… stop smiling at me!” Phainon got up from his chair to grab a pillow from his bed and whack Mydei with it, only for the other to pull him down onto the bed with him. Mydei was strong than Phainon imagined, swiftly pulling him and wrapping his head into a gentle headlock and ruffling his hair.
“Ack! You’re such a brute!”
“Something tells me you enjoy this, I know you were staring at these amazing pecs the other day.”
Phainon blushed heavily again, sputtering and smacking him more, “N-No! I-I mean I was but… pff… you got all embarrassed when I called you attractive!”
“No, we are not talking about my weaknesses right now, we are talking about yours. So care to enlighten me?”
“N-No!”
Unsure what else to do, Mydei pokes and prods Phainon’s cheek, ruffles his hair some more and gives him some playful squeezes. This causes him to laugh and squirm beneath him, trying to free himself.
“Oaf! Brute! Muscle pig!”
“Tsk, some insults you have there…” Mydei responds by prodding his side gently with his index and middle finger, expecting it to hurt just a little, instead, Phainon shrieks loudly and swats his hand away. His flustered response does not go unnoticed.
“Stahap! D-Don’t even think about it!” Phainon buries his face into his pillow after trying to smack his attacker with it.
Oh.
Now Mydei understands.
He brings his hand to Phainon’s side and with more direct intent, he lightly claws at the sensitive spot, bringing out the more desired reaction.
The white haired man giggles and yells immediately, kicking his legs behind him and trying to get a grip on the bed to push himself away from Mydei’s ticklish touch.
“Ahahahaha!! N-Nohohohoho no no this i-is not hahahapening!”
“What’s the matter? Ticklish? Is this your little weakness huh?”
“Gahh!! Don’t talk like thahahahat!”
“What? Teasing you? Like the little baby you are? Hm?” Mydei finds himself grinning like an idiot, something about watching this guy squirm and laugh beneath him makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside. It takes some effort to roll him over onto his back, but the sight of Phainon’s red face and shirt scrunched up slightly, revealing his equally impressive abs stirs Mydei even more.
He can’t help but want to touch them, and what better way than to continue tickling him?
“AHHH! HehehehehehEHEHEHEEEKK!” Phainon makes little effort to actually stop the soft clawing of his stomach, he is over the moon right now. The tickling sending a pleasant tingle through his body. He is far too embarrassed to open his eyes though.
Mydei is using the opportunity to secretly test Phainon’s abs. They were pretty solid, he could tell he works out and wonders if he should invite him for a session together sometime at the campus gym. Wait, is he planning a date or something?
“GOD MYDEI Plehehehehehease!!”
His thoughts are broken by a loud laugh from his poor victim, he forgot he was tickling him still.
“Oops, time for a new spot?”
“N-No wahahahait!! AHHH!!”
Mydei’s fingers dive for his armpits, softly trying to dig their way under, making Phainon writhe and arch away.
“Wait for what, hm?” He slows his tickling enough to allow Phainon to speak up, instead he only whines when he stops. Damnit, that was cute.
“Seems you want me to keep going?”
“W-What!? N-No… not a-at all!” Phainon avoids his gaze, unable to hide how disheveled he is now.
Mydei chuckles, the deep, raspy sound sending a little shiver through the white haired man's body. “I don’t mind this… little game? Do you like being tickled or something? It’s not weird, everyone has their quirks.”
“I-I…” Phainon can only squeak out a noise in response.
“You…?” Mydei smiles softly, a little tease in his voice.
Phainon closes his eyes and nods, feeling a little shame.
Mydei removes himself from atop his waist, he then grabs his hips and swiftly flips him over onto his stomach.
“Ah!”
“Here, so you can scream into your pillow while I tickle you to death.”
Wait a second…
“WAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Mydei laughs to himself as Phainon screeches. He switched to softly scribbling the back of his thighs and knees. All the poor man could do was kick wildly and grip the pillow he now buried his face in.
“MYYDEHEHEHEHEHEEEII!!”
The ticklish sensations shot through Phainon’s body, he never even knew he was ticklish here. When Mydei started kneading his legs softly it just made it ten times worse.
“STAHAAHHAAAP!! NOOOOHOHOHOHOO!”
“Aww come on, it seems like you’re enjoying this.”
“NOOO!”
Phainon didn’t want to admit it, but being tickled felt great, doubly so since it was this new attractive guy he had been eyeing for weeks.
Both of them are soon interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing out in the living area. Despite knowing they were 100% heard, they both quickly sat up and tried to act nonchalant. Mydei dived for the desk chair across the room while Phainon could only remain frozen and flustered on the bed.
“Hm..” Anaxa huffed as he approached the bedroom door with bags of food.
“D-Do you need some help?” Mydei offered.
“No… you can go back to torturing Phainon, it was amusing to listen to.” A wicked grin flashed across his face as Mydei and Phainon both turned bright red and sputtered nonsense.
“Y-You…. You stupid… annoying…. Mean roommate! Y-You’re a green mint ice cream!!”
Anaxa’s maniacal laugh filled the dorm room at the terrible insults emitting from Phainon, next time, he will be sure to secretly record them.
