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Squealing Santa 2025: Training Camp Shenanigans

(Switch!Leona/Switch!Epel/Ler!Ruggie)

Author's Note: Heya @lilaccfeathers! I was your secret santa this year, I saw the Spelldrive Trio™️ as one of your pairings and immediately jumped at the opportunity, I absolutely love getting to write for these three and I had a lot of fun! I also tried out a new way of shifting perspectives as well, and I think it turned out pretty ok all things considered.^^` I really hope you enjoy the fic, happy holidays! 💖 @squealing-santa

Summary: Leona oversleeps again at a Spelldrive training camp, as per usual, and Ruggie uses the opportunity to drag a certain apple loving freshman into trouble with him! Leona doesn't appreciate this very much.

Wordcount: 927

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"Uh, Ruggie-san? Are ya- err, are you certain this is a good idea?"

Epel couldn't help but to question his upperclassman, a hesitant frown of skepticism on his face as they both hovered over their sleeping Spelldrive Captain, who remained blissfully unaware of their presence for the time being.

When Ruggie had first come to him during training camp suggesting they mess with Leona the next morning, he couldn't deny that he'd been more than a little... Hesitant...

As much as he preferred Leona to Vil most of the time, that wasn't to say he was stupid enough to think that his Spelldrive Captain couldn't be just as, if not more temperamental than his own dorm leader at times.

He could actually be pretty scary too in his own right, just not in quite the same way...

Where Vil could most accurately be compared to an icy blizzard when he was mad, Leona was more akin to a raging flame of quiet anger. It would hardly be considered wise to test his patience... The last thing Epel would ever want to do would be to intentionally incite that blazing wrath upon himself.

Ruggie hardly seemed to share in these reservations, however...

"Aawww, don't tell me you're chickening out on me now? What's wrong, you scared? Shyehehe..." the second year taunted him, not seeming the least bit nervous over the potential consequences his little scheme might result in.

Either he was incredibly brave, or extremely stupid... Maybe both.

Why he'd even come up with this idea to begin with Epel had no idea. All he knew was that he'd been remarkably persistent in his efforts to get him to participate, and it was only after a significant amount of taunting and bothering that he agreed.

Sitting here now though, crouching in their shared tent at training camp, while actively planning to tickle their literal apex predator of a captain awake? He was really beginning to question whether he'd made the right decision...

He almost found himself tempted to back out, only to end up caving again anyway when Ruggie began to cluck at him teasingly, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks as he whipped his head up to glare at him.

"Ok ok! Fine!!" He growled out, taking a swat at his snickering upperclassman that he unfortunately managed to dodge.

"Ugh! J-Just shut up will ya?! I ain't no chicken!!" He huffed. No one accused Epel Felmier of being a coward, and he never backed down from a challenge!

With this thought in mind, he firmly pushed aside the quiet voice in his head suggesting this was all a terrible idea... After all, what was the worse that could happen? Leona surely wouldn't be mad enough to actually hurt them right?

Probably...

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"Mmmggh..." Leona grumbled in his sleep, twitching a little at the annoying tingling feeling that disturbed his peaceful slumber.

It was still pretty early in the morning by his standards, and he'd been hoping to catch atleast a few more hours sleep before he'd inevitably be dragged out of bed by Ruggie or some other annoying juniors to run Spelldrive drills. It seemed that would not be the case, however.

As his mind reluctantly began to shift towards wakefulness, his body too became more aware, and it suddenly became a lot more apparent what had disturbed him to begin with...

"Wha?! Whahaha?!" He growled out a startled involuntary laugh as he blearily opened his eyes, and there hovering over him were Ruggie, because of course it would be him, and a little more surprisingly, Epel, the only somewhat tolerable person that dwelt within Pomefiore's halls.

"Wakey wakey Leona!" Ruggie snickered, sounding far too cheerful and mischievous this early in the morning, his grubby little hands squeezing up and down his sides, causing him to laugh against his will while Epel was a lot more unsure about it as he scribbled along the underside of one of his knees.

"Wahaha?! You lihihittle-?!" No doubt he'd been dragged into this little scheme by Ruggie, that much he was certain of, but that little fact was hardly going to earn him any kind of lenience, oh definitely not. As far as Leona was concerned?

They were both dead!

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In retrospect, Epel really should've listened to the voice in his head. This had, in fact, been a terrible idea from the beginning.

One minute, he'd been sitting next to his captain's knees and only just starting to get into the fun of tickling him when he heard his raucous laughter, and the next?

He found himself being roughly tugged off balance by one arm. Not by Leona, but by Ruggie, whom much to his insult and dismay was already darting out the tent flap after shoving him on top of their already ticked off upperclassman like some sort of human sacrifice.

"Thanks for being a good decoy Epel, have fun! Shyehehe!" He teased, turning tail completely and rezipping the tent, quite literally sealing poor Epel's fate just as Leona began to recover from the bony elbow that had struck him in the gut.

Oh no...

Epel laughed a little nervously as he scrambled to sit upright, bringing his hands up placatingly as he began to back away from the furious lion.

"W-Wait just a- aaAAH!! Aahahaha nohohOHO!! Leona-sahahahaan I'm sohohohorryyehe!!" As Leona finally pounced on him, and his own frantic laughter bega to fill the tent instead, he made a vow to himself right then and there;

He was going to make that scheming hyena pay too!

[malleusthinksugay]

HIII! Can I ask for lee!epel with ler!vil and rook? Or any ler u want? I just want to see my baby Epel laughing 😋

You got it! Sorry this took a while, schools been rough

Lee! Epel and Ler! Vil

Epel seemed to have made it his mission tk annoy Vil today.

Vil has been bothering Epel about his poster and ficihis makeup every time it smudged even a little.

So Epel decided to bother him, rubbing his face, running in the mud, hollering in his accent just to see Vil glare.

It was amusing, to Epel at least, he liked seeing Vil a little agitated, made him feel less small. Literally.

He was bragging to Ruggie about how well he was doing with the Spelldrive practices with Leona.

"You'er darn right, Ruggie. I bet I'll be even better than that lazy furball!" Epel boasted.

"Grim or Leona?" Rugfie asked "Because I doubt with would appreciate being calleda lazy furball." He snickered.

Epel just rolled his baby doll eyes, about to make another confident side mark when a voice rang through.

"Potato, come now. It's time for you lessons." Vil called, glaring at Epel.

"I ain't no potato... cya, Ruggie." Epel waved as he wlaked towards the blonde Housewarden, Ruggie just snickered and ran off.

Vil led them to his room, shutting the door as he sat Epel in the chair. "Now. Stretches are very important for body strength. It relaxes muscles and allows the body to release pores."

"What in tarnation does that even mean?"

Vil glared so Epel clamped his mouth shut with a sigh.

"Ugh, now, where was I..? Oh, yes, stretches. Raise your arms. As high as you can and stretch your spine, popping the bones allow muscle to move freely."

Epel gave a tired sigh, he knows this. Alqyas stretch before picking up a crate of apples or else you strain yourself and then your weak.

But he didn't feel like fighting Vil at the moment, he did as he said and stretched his arms, clasping his hands together as he hesrd his spine make satisfying pops.

"How long do I–" Epel cut off as smoother hands suddenly latched around his wrist "Wha- Vil! What in tarnation are ya doin'?! Let me go!"

"Now, now, squirming only tenses the muscles. It's bad for your pores." Vil smirked, his perfect soft smile that made Epel scowl.

Vil hands lowered towards Epel's sides. The smaller boy tensed, he tugged his wrist and twisted free.

"Hah! My Grandma tried that, gotta do better then that, Vil-san!"

Epel boasted, but unfortunately for him Vil predicted this. He stood and cuaght Epel's sleeve of his robes.

"Too bad, you're not getting out of this." Vil purred as he watched around Epel' waist, he tossed the purple hair boy on the soft bed.

"Vil-san, you- Ahah!"

Epel yelped as Vil dug into his sides, leaning on the side of the bed. Epel squirmed on his side, kicking his legs.

Vil climbed up, his fingers travled till it found the bones of the first years hips. A grin grew across his glossy lips.

"GYhYahayah- haahahahaha! AhahaHaha! Vil-Shaahahahn-! Ahaha!" Epel thrashed, bucking. "Cuhut it out, darn ihit!!"

"I told you, we are stretching today. Really, Epel, dear, this shouldn't be this hard for you, must I teach you harder?" Vil hummed, staring down as the boys face turned an apple red.

"I ahahte yohou!" Epel shrieked out, thought he oddly made little effort to actually free himself from Vil graps.

"For a country boy, you're not resisting that much. Are you actually enjoying me teaching, Epel?" Vil teased.

"SHUhut uUp!!" Epel snorted, Vil squeezed his hips again travling under his arms, "GyyHYhYah! Hahahaahhaah thaahats not fahahhaahir!!

Epel squeaked, he hated when he made that sound. It was girly and goofy, he was a man. But, more he thought, Vil didn't care if he was a man or not, he cared if he was Epel.

He wasn't sure if that annoyed him or made him happy, his thoughts crumbled quickly when he felt his shoes being taken off.

"Eh-eh- W-wait-! Vil-san, noho!" Epel giggled, "Don't you dare-"

"Too bad."

Vil dug his nails into Epel's socks, wiggling into the clothed skin. His purple eyes looked over, smirking at Epel expressions. "See? You look so much happiest and younger, my teachings work~"

"NYHAHAHA! AHHAH EHEH- VIHIL NAHAWT THEREE!" Epel annoyed loudly, covering his mouth. He kicked usually against Vil surprisingly strong grip.

"Maybe I should call you piggy instead of potato." Vil chuckled.

Epel cackled and squirmed, he swore his laughs probably could be heard all over Pomefiore.

"OHOhOkay-! OHOKAY STAHAPP!" Epel shrieked.

Vil gave in and pulled away, letting Epel pant and pout for a second before handing him some apple cider. Epel gladly chugged it down.

"What in tarnation was that for?" Epel glared, but he didn't feel as angry as he wanted to be.

"I belived you needed a reminder of who is in charge." Vil smiled.

Of course, control, that'd all Vil wanted, he wanted-

"And because I have been a little harsher this week and belived you deserved a small break. You have done good so far, Epel."

Vil fixed epel ruffled hair and turned to leave as he had Housewarden business to attend to. Epel stayed where he was, looking at the empty bottle of apple cider. "Huh..."

"Ah! What a Magnifique display! Truly work of art!" Rook called from the side of the room.

"AHH-"

[anzynai]

HI JAI! I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY/NIGHT

I COME HERE TO HUMBLY MAKE A REQUEST

My Riddle obsession keeps getting worse by the day, and it's been a while since I've seen AppleTart content so I'd like to request that pairing.

Feel free to write whatever you want with them, but I will include an idea just in case. I feel like they both would get weirdly competitive when it comes to tickle fights and end up taking it more seriously than what actually is lolol

Take all the time you need and no pressure to write this💖💖💖💖

A Matter of Time

Appletart/Riddle x Epel (TWST)

a/n: EEEKK THANK YOU SAKURA!! I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I GOT THIS because i love appletart so much!!! i had a lot of fun writing this!!!! i made it romantic cuz they r my fav so i hope you dont mind… anyway,, enjoy !!

summary: being with epel makes riddle feel lighter.

word count: 1.8k words

warnings: tickle fic and theres a bit of angst at the beginning 😭😭 not proofread so may be mistakes/typos

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Recovery is a long process. Riddle knows this, especially now more than ever, when it’s been months since his overblot and he doesn’t feel any better than the day it happened. His finger twitches. It’s wrong. It’s all wrong.

His throat is dry, but he ran out of the only tea he can drink past 7pm. He sees freshmen with their ties messily tied together, and even though he reminds them, he doesn’t know for sure if it was done. Whenever he sees something wrong, his first instinct is to behead him, but then he remembers he wants to change, and feels guilty afterwards.

Everything is all wrong. And he’s just meant to be okay with it. It’s too much. He wonders if he will feel like this forever. He’s standing in the hallway and it’s dark. He is shocked that no one has come this way yet, or maybe he hasn’t been standing there as long as it feels like he has, but either way, he knows he needs to move soon. He doesn’t want anyone to catch him like this.

Just as he is about to take his meltdown into the safety of his own bedroom, a voice stops him. A voice all too familiar to him and almost immediately sends a wave of comfort through him. “Riddle?”

“Epel…” Riddle says in a low exhale.

Epel looks worried for him. He does, sometimes, when Riddle gets like this. Riddle doesn’t usually let it get this bad in front of anyone though.

“Are you okay?” Epel asks with hesitance in his voice.

Riddle wants to look away, a bit shameful. He knows how he looks, beads of sweat on his forehead, panicked, and to be frank, downright pathetic. But it’s Epel, so he doesn’t.

“I…” He doesn’t know what to say. What can he say?

Epel walks closer to him. “I’m not real good with my words, but I know you’re having a bad time right now.. S-so.. I’ll be h– no, want to be here for you!” Epel holds his hands, and Riddle lets him. Even if Riddle doesn’t say it, he loves Epel’s touch.

He sighs, long and hard, and leans against Epel, resting his head on his shoulder.

“I just… wonder when things will get better.” Riddle mumbles, his voice defeated and shaky.

“I know, I know. Let’s get to your room first. alright?” Epel starts walking, his hand clasped tightly with Riddle’s. Riddle follows, and when they get to his room, he’s utterly exhausted.

“Eh… do you want to talk about it?” Epel asks, and Riddle contemplates for a moment, before shaking his head.

“Not.. not today,” He mutters, slowly.

“That’s okay,” Epel smiles, softly. “Is there anything I can help with..?”

“... A hug might be nice,” Riddle admits, slightly flushed. Epel wastes no time, pouncing on him and wrapping him in a tight hug. Riddle smiles against his will at the sheer force.

“See, all ya had to do was ask!”

“I didn’t ask for you to jump on me,” Riddle says, pretending to be angry.

“Like you mind it,” Epel laughs, and Riddle rolls his eyes, already feeling his mood lightening up. Epel really was special to him. They stay like that for a while, in each other’s arms, until Riddle feels like he’s finally calmed down.

“Thank you.. It really means a lot to me.”

“You don’t hafta thank me..” Epel averts his eyes. Riddle chuckles at him.

“Of course I do. I give credits when they are warranted. You’ve always done so much for me.” Riddle says, a bit firmer this time. Epel buries his head in Riddle's chest, hiding the flush of cheeks. He is always so shy about showing how much Riddle’s words affect him (even though, he basks on it when it’s the other way around).

“Oh stop it, I just wanna be there for you, ya know?” His voice is mumbled, but Riddle can understand him clearly.

“You always are. It really…” Riddle blushes a bit, feeling a bit awkward. “It really means more to me than you could ever know.”

A beat of silence, the..

“Ghk!” Riddle feels a twinge at his sides. He looks down to see Epel’s fingers had wrapped around his sides and… him!

“W-wait! No–” Riddle frantically tries to get from underneath Epel, but it’s too late. “Gahaha! Stohop it!” He laughs when Epel’s squeezes become more firm.

“Hm? I’m not doin’ anything…” Epel tilts his head, finally looking up at his boyfriend.

“Dohohon’t ahahact cohohoy!”

There’s three reasons why Epel does this. The first one is because he likes hearing Riddle laugh. The second is that he almost always tickles him when he gets flustered because it distracts Riddle from his blushing face. Riddle picked up on this right away, but if he points it out, Epel goes to tickle him again. The third reason, and most important reason Epel tickles him, is because he knows Riddle won’t get him back. Riddle has never tickled him before. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but whenever he tries, he hesitates and flusters, and by then, Epel has already picked up on what he is trying to do. Epel who is much less shy about tickling someone than he is.

But today… As another squeeze to his sides makes him bark out a laugh, he decides he will change this!

“Nohoho, Epehehel!”

“Hm? Sorry, I don’t get it..” Epel replies, cheekily.

“Thahahat’s ihhihit!” Riddle says, as his hands reach towards Epel’s sides and he tickles him. He doesn’t know where this newfound confidence came from, but he is not going to waste it.

Epel’s eyes widen, completely caught off guard as he falters. Still, he’s clearly determined because he doesn’t release his tickling hands from Riddle.

“W-whahat?!” He cries, as he moves to change spots, one he knows is a bit more effective.

“Nohoho!” Riddle laughs, when Epel’s hands meet his hips. He twists and turns, already wondering if this was a bad idea, but no! What is he doing? Riddle Rosehearts can’t give up so easily.

Epel may have the advantage, but Riddle will take it from him. Epel’s sides are bad, but they can’t be that bad if he’s still able to tickle Riddle in this position. Fortunately, his underarms are exposed as he reaches over Riddle, so Riddle takes the chance to scribble underneath his arms.

“No– Rihihihiddle!” Epel clamps his arms down, but that makes his hands on Riddle’s hips less coordinated and therefore, less effective. It was the chance Riddle had been waiting for as he pushed Epel so that he was laying flat on the bed. Epel put his knees up, trying to protect himself and accidentally letting go of his hands on Riddle. “Wahahit!”

Riddle maneuvers around Epel’s panicking body and he laughs, feeling very amused. His mind is a lot clearer when he’s not being tickled to pieces, but the adrenaline is still high. He continues tickling Epel’s underarms and occasionally prods at his ribs.

Epel is laughing hard, unsure what to do with himself, but he’s reaching towards Riddle, trying to get back the upperhand.

“Can’t handle what you dish out?” A part of him feels he might think back later and die of embarrassment for taking a tickle fight so seriously, but the rest of him is on top of the world right now. He isn’t going to lose!

… Or so he thinks, until Epel uses the same trick on him as Riddle had earlier. Epel starts to tickle his armpits and Riddle has to fight with all his might to resist it. “Y-you hahaha have t-to try hahaharder than that!” Riddle exclaims.

“Dohohon’t wohohorry ahahabout that!” Epel replies, his voice shaky with laughter. When Riddle is momentarily distracted, Epel’s hand reaches towards Riddle’s tummy, scratching at it. Riddle had forgotten that he had practically left his stomach out in the open and well, of course he had to be so sensitive there.

“Nononohoho!” Riddle squeaks, embarrassingly enough. Epel reaches over, scribbling along his tummy while Riddle still has his hands tickling underneath Epel’s arms.

“I wohohon’t let you wihihin!” Riddle hears that and suddenly, there's nothing he desires more than to win.

“T-thahahat’s whahahat you t-thihihink!” Epel has managed to sit up a bit, which actually helps because Riddle has more access to his neck and ears. Epel’s nose scrunches, clamping his neck down, but it traps Riddle’s hands in, so he keeps tickling him.

The spot is much more effective, but Riddle feels his stamina starting to drain, so he needs to figure out something soon or else he really will lose again.

He doesn’t exactly know why, but suddenly a particular thought pops into his head. He doesn’t like to think about his childhood often, but his happiest moments were whenever he was with Trey and Chenya. One particular hangout was the first time he had been introduced to tickling. Of course, he understood the concept but he never actually experienced it himself. However, in this hangout, he had gotten tickled and there was one thing that was especially sensitive to him. It was.. worth a shot.

“Gahahaha!” Epel cried, flailing and shaking his head from side to side. His attempts at tickling Riddle were already diminishing.

He leaned over Epel again, because clearly his neck was sensitive enough to weaken him, and when Epel was on his back, he moved his hands from Epel’s neck to his hips, noting it as one of the spots he hadn’t tried yet.

Then… he blew a raspberry onto Epel’s tummy. Flustering himself at the thought, but pushing his embarrassment away.

“ACK- A-ahaha! NOHO!” Epel shrieked, his face red and overwhelmed as he bucked his hips. Riddle had officially gained the upper hand and this time, he was sure he would keep it. He blew another raspberry, receiving the same exact reaction.

“R-RIHIHIDDLE! W-wahahait!”

“I think I’m going to win this one,” Riddle says, peering at Epel’s laughing face. It was really cute. Riddle loved Epel’s laugh just as much as Epel loved his.

A few raspberries later, Epel finally pleaded for mercy and Riddle stopped, moving to kiss his lover on the cheek. Epel was exhausted, likely even more than he was.

But, Riddle had been tickled like this by him all too many times so he figured that he deserved it.

“I win.”

Epel sighs, then groans in embarrassment. He covers his face and turns away. “Yeah, yeah… you got me real good… I never thought you’d actually get me back….”

“It was only a matter of time…”

Epel groans again. Then, he seems to have some kind of resolve because he whips his head around. “Fine! But next time, you’re in for it!”

Riddle smiles, feeling much lighter than he was minutes ago. He loved being with Epel’s presence more than anything.

Even if he gets embarrassed, he decides he wouldn’t mind this scenario happening more often.. Riddle leans down on the bed next to Epel, and Epel turns, his face red, but then he moves closer to the other. Riddle leans into the touch.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

[lilaccfeathers]

Day 5: Self Insert!

Listen, I want little brothers like these, they’re baby your honor

[fanfic-chan]

To Let Sleeping Lions Lie

(Ler!Leona/Ler!Ruggie/Lee!Epel)

Authors Note: Thanks so much to @stopiteatpopcorn for inspiring me to continue and rework this fic! Your excitement over it changed it from a casual drabble to a full length fic that I'm honestly really happy with! And to my best friend @chibisstuff for listening to my constant ranting and helping me decide which title I wanted to go with. Love ya both!! <3

Summary: Epel makes a mistake in Spelldrive and accidentally wakes a certain lazy housewarden. The consequences are dire, but perhaps not so terrible as he expects!

Wordcount: 1.5k

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"Wahahahait!! Nohoho!! L-Leona-san nohohot thehehere!! Dahahang it, Cahahaptain lehehet me gohoho!!!"

Epel squealed, his accent in full effect as he kicked and squirmed under his upperclassman's weight, desperate to buck him off.

All of it had started earlier that morning, during Spelldrive practice. It was a nice day, so as usual, Leona had been sleeping under a tree nearby, taking an extended breaktime while everyone else ran drills. An overall normal practice really.

Epel had been feeling pretty good that day. More than good actually. Vil had a housewarden meeting early that morning so he hadn't had to listen to any lecturing, he'd gotten a good grade on his Alchemy test and even received praise from Professor Crewel for it!

His good fortune even seemed to have extended to Spelldrive during the first half of practice. He'd pulled off some new maneuvers flawlessly, scored a lot more points than usual, and overall had seemed to improve his overall control a lot. That is, until he'd gotten just a tad overzealous and threw the disc too hard. So hard that it missed it's mark entirely and veered off to the right.

Straight into Leona's face.

Epel would never forget that moment in his life, seeing the rightly angered Housewarden of Savanaclaw slowly sit up and lock eyes with him, while their teammates all pointed towards him as the culprit, his furious green gaze turning straight onto him.

What followed next was a bit of a blur. One minute he'd been midway through trying to stammer out an apology, and the next, he found himself shrieking and flailing in the grass with an extremely ticked off Leona hovering over him whilst he dug into his ribcage. He hadn't even seen him move!

"Eeeheeheek!!? N-Nohohohoo!" Epel would've liked to be able to say he was the type of person who could take it stoically, or at the very least, was able to somewhat fight it off effectively in order to maintain a semblance of his dignity in front of their teammates, but alas, that was not the case.

Instead, all he could manage to do was screech and wriggle in surprise under his captain's claws while he tried to vainly free himself from his grip, and even that privilege was soon taken away from him when Leona eventually seemed to quickly tire of his constant thrashing and gestured Ruggie over, who jogged over with a knowing smirk.

"Oi. Ruggie." Leona grumbled, pausing his attack and scowling a little as he struggled to try and get the annoying first year to uncurl from his protective little ball. "Keep the cub still would'ya? His squirmin' is gettin' on my nerves."

"You got it Boss~! Shyehehe!" Ruggie replied, pliant to his housewarden's whims as ever, and Epel watched through mirthful tears as the other beastman jogged over, ignoring his underclassman's pleading for him not to.

Already anticipating that the hyena might try and pull his arms up over his head, Epel tensed himself up as much as he could in preparation for a struggle as Ruggie's mischievous expression came into view, fully intending to at least put up a fight for his pride's sake.

Ruggie snorted, clearly amused by the first year's weak attempt at self defense as he leaned over him, and instead of making a grab for his wrist or trying to pin his shoulders down, all he did was snicker. How cute this little first year was!

"Hey Epel?" He greeted teasingly, waiting a moment until the younger finally looked up at him, then winked while pointing to the corners of his own wide smile, "Laugh with me~!"

With a smug grin, Ruggie casually raised his arms up and interlaced his fingers together behind his head, and he couldn't help but laugh at the horrified look on Epel's face as he was magically forced to imitate the pose against his will. The heck?!

"E-Eh?!... What in the- how are ya doin' that?!- Eeheeheep?!!" The violet haired boy squawked bewilderment as he felt that invisible force tugging his arms upward, kicking his legs out in a frankly hilarious display of panic when he seemed to realize the full scale of his predicament. Was this Ruggie's signature spell or something?! No way! This had to be cheating!!

If it was though, neither Ruggie nor Leona seemed to care as they both hovered over him, Leona's fingertips already poised over his stomach and making him giggle in fearful anticipation while Ruggie just stood there and watched. Keeping his magic active so that no matter how hard he tried, Epel simply couldn't bring his arms down, as if there were invisible puppet strings keeping him in place.

Leona smirked a little as his fingers twitched down to teasingly tug at the hem of his shirt, and Epel gasped, eyes widening as he rapidly shook his head in protest, a plea already slipping past his lips. He hated to beg, but this? This was one situation that called for it!

"L-Leona-san, please... Please no! N-nohohot thahahahat!! EeeyaaAHAHAA!! AHAHA NOOHOHO!! I'M SOHOHORRYEHEHE!!" He shrieked as soon as his fingers started tapping against his bare stomach, bucking around for as much as Leona's weight and Ruggie's magic would allow him to. He could even hear a few of their other teammates snickering at him before they went back to practice, leaving poor Epel to his fate. How embarrassing!

"Shyeehehe!! That's what you get for hitting Leona-san in the face! What even was that throw~?" Ruggie teased, and Epel couldn't help but to whine through his laughter, snorting when Leona's fingertips dug into his bottom most set of ribs. This sucked!

"Ehehehehehahaha!! I'm sohohohorryehehehe!! Plehehease!!" He whined, thumping his heels in the grass hysterically. Honestly what had he been thinking? He hadn't thrown anything that far off target since he first started playing! His aim was normally way better than that! He'd gotten cocky, and now his moment of carelessness had landed him here!

Leona, for his part, hadn't actually said much of anything this whole time, expression unchanging as he oh so easily went about the task of driving Epel's nerves up the wall. Yet for all his annoyance at the younger student for waking him, a small part of him couldn't help but find the younger boy's giggly mewling a little bit cute. Just a little. And, perhaps, he could admit, that not all kids were completely unbearable...

The entire thing was terribly embarrassing for the poor Pomefiore student. No matter how hard he tried, Epel simply couldn't break free of Ruggie's magic in order to fight back, and even if he could, he highly doubted it would be any use anyhow. Leona-san was simply too far out of his league to escape from without some serious assistance.

Just as he began to consider the humiliating thought of calling out and begging their teammates for help, Leona surprisingly seemed to decide on his own to have some mercy and let up, signaling casually for Ruggie to let him go as he stood up and stretched, yawning lazily as if he hadn't just half murdered one of his underclassmen in the middle of practice.

"Oi!" The Savanaclaw Housewarden shouted, waiting a moment until he had the full undivided attention of their whole team before he spoke, "Any of you herbivores hit me and wake me up again, and I'll get you twice as bad as I did him, got it?" He warns, glaring them all down threateningly and waiting for them to nod their understanding in various stages of terror and pity as they looked down upon their poor fallen teammate, before shooting Epel one last hard stare and walking away to continue his nap. Gone just as quickly as he'd come.

The second he was gone, Epel slumped into the grass and groaned, arms tossed over his face in embarrassment, already debating whether or not he should call it a day before he let out a small squeak when he felt a teasingly gentle poke on his stomach.

He peeked an eye open to see, and then pouted a bit when he saw it was Ruggie squatting there next to him, grinning as he offered him a hand up. And he at least had the decency to look like he felt a bit bad while he helped him to his feet.

"Shyehehe! Geez, he really gotcha good huh?" He snickered while he helped the first year to his feet, "Come on. As repayment for helping out Leona-san, I'll getcha something to drink from the vending machine, just don't go telling the others about my generosity, yeah?"

He offers before running off ahead, and Epel can't help but to smile despite himself as he chases after him. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to miss a throw or two in the future after all...

[anzynai]

Perfect Posture

Epel & Rook & Vil (Twisted Wonderland)

a/n: look guys, my one fic before the end of the month. there’s still almost fifteen minutes until midnight. yippee! inspired by some hcs sent by an anon (put at the end of the post!). i always love lee epel so i enjoyed writing this a lot. hope you guys enjoy!

word count: 1.2k

summary: after epel is struggling with a lesson vil is trying to teach (and complaining a bit too much), rook and vil decide maybe there is another way to motivate him to succeed.

warnings: tickling. lol. sfw ofc

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Epel stood in the middle of the dance room, trying hard to not lose his balance. His arms were out, hoping that it aould help.

Atop his head were three stacked books that weren’t especially light. The objective was simple, Vil had told him. He just needed to get to the other side of the room with the books still on top of his head.

The first time he attempted it, the books had fallen before he could even make one step. The second time, he barely made it two steps before he was scrambling to catch them before they all fell to the ground.

With more attempts came more annoyance. “This is stupid, why do I have to do this..” He grumbled to himself. Vil and Rook made eye contact, yet did nothing more. There was no way this actually helped with posture.

But after a few more attempts, he could see himself getting better with it. But then, he took one wrong step, and lost his balance. Epel groaned out loud. “This is impossible. No way anyone can do this!” Epel exclaimed, angrily, but toned it down after seeing the look on Vil’s face.

“You must not only stand with posture, but move with grace and steadiness. Your head must be lifted from the ground,” Vil said, placing books on top of his head, and easily walking towards the other side with no difficulties at all.

Epel breathed, still refusing to believe any of that was possible for someone other than Vil, grumbling as he tried again. This time, however, his balance was thrown off by an extern force.

He felt fingers jab at his sides and without turning his head, he could see the blonde of Rook’s hair. Oh no..

Fortunately, the books were still balanced at the top of his head, and he hoped to everything he could that that was a one-time thing.

Then, he felt a little scribble along his ribs, this time coming from the other direction. It must have been Vil this time…

“S-stop!” Epel cried, feeling the familiar blush spread across his face, something he always did when his ticklishness was used against him.

Tickling was nothing new to Epel. It was inevitable afterall, being the youngest in his family (and in his small town). His grandparents and parents knew of his sensitivity, and much to his disdain, loved to exploit it as much as possible.

Unfortunately for him, the tickling didn’t end once he came to NRC. It had for a while, but once Rook, because of course why wouldn’t Rook find out, learned he was ticklish, it had become a bit of a recurring thing. Even more-so when Rook revealed this fact to Vil.

It was awful. Whenever he cursed, accident or not, he’d get tickled. When he misbehaved, he’d get tickled. Basically anything that wasn’t Pomefiore behavior, those torturous fingers would come down to his sensitive spots. It was embarrassing, especially after jumping so many times when his friends or Rook and Vil would put their hands anywhere near him just out of reflex.

And now… was it because of his grumbling complaints? Was this their revenge against him? Of course it was. Epel knew them well enough to know that that was exactly what it was.

Still, he moved forward, books evenly stacked on his head, as he took a small step forward. He managed a few more steps before there were full on fingers tickling his sides.

“Geheheh?!” Epel squealed, bending his torso as his hands reflexively reached towards the ones at his waist. With that quick shift in movement and his head no longer being lifted, the books all fell, meeting the floor with a loud thump.

For a moment, it was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Then, a moment later, Vil’s tongue clicked.

“It seems that no matter what, you cannot complete this lesson,” Vil sighed, sounding resigned. Epel’s eyes widened.

“W-what?! That wasn’t my fault—“

“Save it. I think a punishment is in order, don’t you agree?” Vil interrupted, looking towards the vice-housewarden, who had nodded.

“Oui!” And with one fluid motion, Rook’s arms were hooked under Epel’s with his brutish strength. No matter how much Epel had struggled in his grasp, it was useless. Epel knew what was coming.

“No! Wait! W-wahahaait!” Epel cried, as Vil tickled him, calculated and slow, yet effective all the same.

“Endure your punishment. Perhaps, after we are finished, you will be motivated enough to succeed this simple lesson.”

“S-sihihimple?! It’s ihihimpossible!” Epel laughed loudly, trying hard not to kick Vil. The punishment would surely be much worse if that were to happen.

Vil sighed again. “It is this mentality that always lands you in positions like this, Epel.”

“You really must like this, Monsieur Pommette, to be defying Vil so often!” Rook hummed. Epel looked at him, aghast.

“N-no wahahahay! That’s nohohot true! Lehehehet mehehehe go!” Epel giggled as Vil’s hands traced around his stomach. Even Rook had been scribbling across Epel’s neck and ears, being that they were the only places he could reach as he held Epel’s arms back.

“Hm? Is that what it is?” Epel wanted to die so badly that Vil played along. There was no way he liked this!!

…Right?

And yet, with the tingly sensations traveling over his body, unrelentling and absolutely torturous, he found himself not minding it all that much.

Apparently, his lack of response seemed to confirm it. Epel was always a talkative person when being tickled, even if beside himself with laughter.

“Hm,” Vil hummed. Epel scrunched his neck when Rook found a specific spot on his neck right below his ears, his laughter increasing slightly.

“S-stohohop, plehehehease!” Epel squeaked, as Vil continued to knead around his hips and his sides, spots that had always been bad for Epel. He hated that he didn’t know if there was anywhere he wasn’t ticklish.

Seconds later of him asking for mercy did Vil finally respond. “Will you try harder? You will be able to correct your posture this time.”

“Yehehehes! Yehehes! Ohohokay!” Epel exclaimed, his stomach beginning to hurt from all the laughter. Vil was so mean, he could never get used to it.

“I believe he is telling the truth, Vil,” Rook said, and with another hum, the two of them stop their ticklish attack, leaving Epel slumped on the floor, trying to catch his breath.

After he felt he could breathe normally, he stood up, placing the books on his head. He can do this. He can do this.

He took a step, then another one, the books still stacked neatly on his head. However, after a few more steps, he must’ve accidentally tilted his head, because again, he scrambled to catch the books before they fell to the ground.

Freezing, he heard another click of Vil’s tongue, and he turned slowly.

“It can’t be helped, then,” Vil crossed his arms before Epel felt himself in a familiar fate, much like the one he was in minutes before.

“N-nohoho, wahahahait! I’m sohohohorry!!”

It seemed Epel needed a bit more motivation to reach the other side. This was going to take forever, was his last coherent thought before he dissolved into more laughter

[anzynai]

Not midnight anymore but I digress,

Deuce loves Epel to pieces (apple juice true in my soul) but because of him trying to bring an honor student he gets nervous when Epel starts bringing out his more delinquent side. So whenever Epel starts cursing or getting him riled up he just retaliates but tickling the crap out of him instead of doing whatever it was Epel was trying to get him to do.

I ALWAYS LOVE APPLEJUICE (or most epel ships for that matter) THIS IS SO CUTEE

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“nohoho stohohop!” epel cried, curling up and giggling as deuce kneaded his sides.

deuce had a playful smile on his face. “no, you’re trying to revert me to my.. old ways..!” deuce said.

“i just wahahant you t-to sahahahay f-fuhuhuck one time!” epel gasped, pushing away at deuce’s hands to no avail. the ticklish sensations coursed through his body and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“and ruin my chance of being an honor student? no way!” deuce said, resolute but lacking any real bite behind it.

“g-GAHH! f-fuHUHUHU—” epel laughed, feeling overwhelmed and unable to worry about being classy or polite. thank the seven vil wasn’t here now…

but who knew deuce could be so mean?! deuce’s hands poked at his hips and sides in a way that was messy and unprecise and yet, it was effective all the same.

deuce only laughed as epel sputtered more curses and incomplete sentences that never made any sense, but got the message across. epel felt tears pricking at his eyes, and eventually, apologies slowly mixed into his cries.

deuce, ever the polite one, stopped tickling him quite easily, asking if the other was okay. epel agreed, taking a moment to catch his breath. then he set his sights on deuce again.

“…say it just one time.”

“no way!”