Tickletober2024 Day 18 - Tickle Fight
ler & lee ironmouse & bubi | SFW | can be read as platonic or romantic |
list by @/august-anon | word count: 1.1k originally posted to my ao3. this fic is solely the characters! not the real people that play them.
A tiny violet and black imp flutters around the common room of a messy mansion. He wields a large feather duster almost the size of himself, hovering at the highest level of the bookshelves littered with plastic and ceramic figures of a variety of anime characters collecting dust. He polishes and cleans each one with care, being mindful of fragile parts like fingers and accessories. He pays no mind to the concerning lack of clothing on some of them.
Hell dust is certainly difficult to handle. The dirty particles make the duster heavy and dense with enough allergens to even make the small Beelzebub's eyes water, not that he'd ever admit it. He moves onto the next shelf and continues the process.
Satanus lays sprawled out on the couch in a slumber. She has one arm laid over the top and the other bent to lay an arm over her chest. Her tail and one leg hang over the other side towards the floor. She is adorned in her decora pajamas with the addition of Cinnamoroll slippers. The checkered knit sweater lays on the floor. A stream of drool hangs from her slightly parted lips.
Bubi's tidying sends bits of hell dust into the air and towards the sleeping queen. Upon inhalation, her irritated nose scrunches up. She stirs a little in her sleep.
"Chu~!"
She wakes herself with the allergic reaction. Similar to a certian baby panda.
"Gosh, you even sneeze like a rat." Bubi grumbles over his shoulder.
Sayton whines, disappointed to be woken from her state of stasis so soon. She stretches her arms and back in an arch and her spine gives an audible crack. Fists bunch up and rubs the rheum out of her eyes.
"Bubiii why can't you just mop the floor or something?" She kicks her legs against the arm of the sofa.
"Cleaning from the top-down is the common practice in all three realms. I thought even the likes of you would know that." He flaps above the queen with a wide toothy grin. "Allow me to demonstrate."
A tiny hand from a winged arm picks a singular feather from the violet duster and wiggles it at the tip of his master's nose.
"a-CHU~! Hehehe! Stohohop it!"
She giggles away the rest of her drowsiness and swats at the little imp in the air. He swiftly dodges and swoops around in the air to target her neck this time.
"Do this, stop that." He says in a mocking tone. "Always so demanding. So ungrateful." He flicks the feather across her exposed collarbones and shoulders.
"Buhuhubi-hehehe!"
She reaches again and manages to grab the little devil's body in one hand and takes away his tools with the other, laying the duster on the coffee table and the loose feather falls to the floor. Bubi squirms to escape so she quickly wraps her other hand around him.
"Unhand me you wench! Don't grasp me like I'm some toy!"
"Nuh-uh-uh. I think some payback is due for waking me so rudely."
She holds him firmly and presses her decorated-almond shaped thumbnails into his little round tummy. The imp squirms harder and holds his breath, resisting the attack.
"I'm not-"
"You aren't what?" She smirks.
He releases a last puff of air and sputtered sounds start emerging through his mouth. He closes his eyes as tight as he can in quite an adorable display.
"Tihihhic-"
He can't finish the word and as a last resort, chomps down onto his captor's finger. He stays mindful of his sharp teeth but puts enough pressure to cause her to startle.
"HEY!"
She jolts from the surprise attack and releases her grasp on the creature. A quick check of her digit reveals no skin is broken. That sneaky demon really does care about her-
Her thoughts are quickly interrupted by the weight of a full grown, seven foot tall man landing over her torso. He's face down, legs up on the back of the couch, and arms banging into the coffee table. They both wheeze out an "oof" from the collision, but Lord Beelzebub wastes no time grabbing the handle of the feather duster as rolls off the couch.
He makes an audible 'thud' on the floor between the two pieces of furniture. The pink haired devil watches the whole tumble and laughs.
"Haha! Someone's so scared of a little tickle tickle? Get back here!"
"I will not! Get your grimy claws away from me!"
Bubi crawls away as fast as he can but he only makes it to the rug when she takes her turn to lunge onto him and knocks him on his side. She goes for his exposed chest but her right hand is blocked by his purple singed fingers grabbing her wrist.
"I haven't finished cleaning, my dear. I would recommend you stop."
"Never- ahahahaHA"
He takes the full end of the feather duster and gracefully drags it across her abdomen. Her pajama shorts and bra provide no protection from the brutal blow. Her open laughs shake the bell on her necklace along with the walls. Bubi continues the attack with the trusty tool getting the full advantage.
"HAHAHA!!" Her laugh sounds throughout the room and her cheeks turn a shade of pink that matches her hair. The opposite of Divine relishes in the payback against his bossy friend. His own smile to his cheeks to match hers.
Through her hysterical struggle, she manages to kick a fluffy slipper hard enough into her attacker to knock him back. Still giggling, she tackles him onto his back and scribbles with her decora nails all over his exposed chest. She pinches his pectoral muscles and fidgets with his chains and he ascends into laughter. Loud and proud, suiting his personality.
"MwahAHAHA! AAHahahah!"
Between breaths, he still tries to command the other.
"Do you know who I ahaham? The prince of pain and suffering pfffft- does NOT partake in such childish affairs! Ha!"
"Well I think you should be the prince of shits and giggles and, if I remember correctly, you started it."
She leans down to the spot on his chest where his demon core is stored and hovers there for a moment for anticipation...
...and blows a loud raspberry.
Tears flood down Bubi's cheeks as he lets out a blood curdling scream. He had no idea that the area would be so sensitive. Not slowing down, she releases puffs of air against his skin repeatedly. His face heats up and burns red.
"I am the KING! I will NOT surrender to the likes of you!"
He manages to lean enough to free his tail from under himself. Its heart-shaped point is able to land a few pokes on the back of his attackers thighs.
"Hey! I've got a tail too you know!
Sayton giggles at the repeated pokes toward her legs and uses her own tail to ward them off. While she's distracted, Beelzebub pushes her off himself and onto the carpet. This time, he traps her calves between his own legs and quickly removes her slippers.
"No no no no no no!!!!" She screams for mercy.
Good thing the Prince of Torment could care less about that.
He flexes his dyed fingertips a few times and checks his nails before tracing them up and down in lines over her soles. Slow and steady, adding more fingers to the motion each time. The woman howls with laughter and constantly begs for him to stop.
"No, no, I'm almost done. You can wait a few more minutes."
"Minutes? EEEEEK!"
He proceeds to press into the balls of her feet with repeated motions, pinching and prodding. She squeaks like a mouse in a cage at her worst spot being provoked. Tears of her own form in the corners of her eyes.
He decides to return to his trusty tool and picks up a feather left on the floor from the future quarrel. The fibers dance across her toes and heels gracefully. He doodles and writes over the surface as if he were signing a contract.
He only stops when she stops resisting and looks like a cute melted puddle of demon lord on the floor. It's a beautiful sight really, pink hair splayed out like an anti-halo. Her face is beet red and her eyes have comical swirls in them. He could imagine little rubber duckies spinning around her head too.
"All done with cleaning. Guess I'll start dinner." He takes one more look and smiles at his fine work. Then he stands, pats his legs to brush imaginary dust, and claps his hands to signify a job well done.