I have completed the follow up comic to go with that Modern AU 'Emmrich sends Lucanis a lewd photo and asks if he has business in Nevarra' sketch that I did!
Bonus Panel:
The link to the Emmrich sketch:
💬 3 🔁 4 ❤️ 18 · Emmrich being suggestive under the cut: · We will see if they let me have this one...
Cw: Very Suggestive, no nudity
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IT’S LEE!DREAM MONTH!!! Based on Day 1 from @fluffallamaful’s Lee!Dream month post!
Dream doesn’t feel well - he knows what will help him feel better, though. However, he doesn’t know how to ask. George gets the idea and helps Dream anyway.
(lee!Dream / ler!George: 771 words)
“George?” the brunette jumped as he heard his name, headphones flinging to the floor as he turned in his chair to see who the culprit was that caused him to nearly fall out of his chair. With a hand to his chest, he let out a small sigh of relief when he saw Dream.
“Gosh, Dream, hi. You scared me, idiot.”
“Sorry….”
George’s playful gaze softened into a concerned look, now noticing the taller boy fully. He was leaning against George’s doorframe, halfway in the room but halfway in the hallway. He had his hands curled into fists, grabbing at the ends of his hoodie and refusing to make eye contact with George.
“Dream? What’s up? What’s going on?” George tried to be as gentle as possible as he sit up a little straighter, holding his hands out in front of him and motioning for him to come closer. He heard Dream let out a tiny whine before biting his lip and finally making eye contact, walking slowly over to George.
“Uhm. Well…” Dream stopped halfway between George and the doorway, suddenly sitting down on the edge of George’s bed with his head in his hands. George quickly made his way next to Dream, sitting down and pressing their thighs together as he reached an arm around to rub his back gently.
“Hey, what’s going on? Really, Dream. Please talk to me?” He heard the older boy sigh as he finally lifted his head up, green eyes meeting brown.
“It’s nothing major, I’m being an idiot. My stomach hurts and I took some medicine but it didn’t work so…I was just…”
“…just?”
“Ugh, George please don’t make me ask.” Dream let out a whine that sounded suspiciously like a nervous giggle, and it was then that George realized what Dream wanted.
Dream wanted tummy tickles. And he was too shy to ask.
With a roll of eyes from the older boy, he lightly gripped Dream’s shoulder and guided him backwards until his back was against the bed, George moving to sit beside him. Dream looked confused at first, but once he saw George’s smirk he knew he had been caught.
“G-Geohorge.”
“Yes Dream?” With that, George lightly gripped the bottom of Dream’s hoodie, looking up at the blonde boy and waiting for a nod to let him know it was okay. When Dream inevitably started giggling out of excitement, George took that as his go ahead and pulled the hoodie up to his chest.
“Geohohorge!” Dream was laughing before George even touched down onto his tummy. The brunette took his two pointer fingers and ran them up and down the sides of his tummy, smiling as he watched the skin below his touch jump as Dream attempted to keep his laugh in check.
“Dre-heheam!” George fake laughed, mocking Dream’s tone and causing the boy below him to laugh a little louder at the tease. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he settled for gripping both hands into the hoodie bunched around his ribs.
George let the rest of his fingers join in, lightly and slowly wiggling around different areas of his tummy. He listened to how Dream’s laugh got a little more frantic the closer he got to his bellybutton. While George would normally attack Dream there until he laughed himself into silent laughter, he knew Dream wasn’t feeling great and decided to stick to lighter tickles to help relax his tummy.
When George looked up at the blonde boy’s face, he couldn’t help the smile of fond that spread across his face; Dream’s eyes were shut, his cheeks as pink as peaches while he giggled his little heart out. He still had his hands curled into his hoodie, his hands tightening whenever George hit a particularly sensitive spot on his tummy.
After a few minutes of giggles, George took mercy on the taller boy beside him and switched to rubbing the ghost tickles away, a permanent smile on his face as he saw how cozy and content Dream looked. George took the opportunity and cuddle into Dream, laying down himself as he continued to rub circles into Dream’s tummy. He let his eyes close, listening as Dream’s breathing evened out, laying in the comfortable silence between the two.
“George?”
“Hm?”
“Th-thank you for that. I feel a lot better than I did.”
“Of course, Dreamlee. Anytime.”
George giggled as Dream let out a flustered whine, rolling to hide his face into the smaller boys neck. George rolled his eyes fondly as his rubbed up and down Dream’s back, eventually helping the boy fall asleep.
