How about Lee Taph and a ler 1x fic? Doesn’t have to be super long but I think it’d be cute? :3 if not 1x then Telemon maybe
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🪽Preen Session Gone Wrong
Lee!Taph, Ler!Telamon
Telamon notices how rough and messy Taph's feathers were. Little did he know, that would lead to a discovery
contains. tickles. yeah literally just that.
dunnoo if one could see thjs as ship (im not exaactly comfy w taph ships but uhh)
also exuse i dont know how to write taph or telamon im trying my best alright
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DNI IF MDNI/K1NK/NSFW
Fic under the cut
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Another round over. The survivors went into the cabin, some sitting down and some even falling asleep from the sheer exhaustion from all the things that they had gone through. Generators... Exploding flintlocks.. Green, glowing "boomerangs"...
Everyone was tired of it all, especially Taph,
Despite having time to preen his plumes, he just couldn't. He was too busy thinking of other things that self grooming hardly crossed his mind even once unlike Telamon, who cared for himself as much he did for the others
When he spotted him on the other side of the cabin, he couldnt help but notice how... rough his feathers looked. Sure, ealing with explosions is no quiet task but he should atleast care for himself a little bit
Well, theres still a bit of time left until another round starts, right? It wouldnt hurt to approach him
Telamon adjusted the hood of his cloak before standing up from his seat and striding towards where Taph was resting
He gently tapped the wood right beside him, careful as to not startle the lone demolitionist
"Hey Taph!" he smiled warmly, crossing his legs as he settled right next to them
👋
<hello!>
He gave a shy wave, not being used to an admin approaching him
"It's quite exhausting with this whole cycle, huh.."
Taph nodded in agreement. It really is tiring having to deal with killers constantly after their blood
...
"Hey, this might sound like a strange request but is it fine if I.. y'know... preen your wing?"
They perked up upon hearing the admin's question.
<THE Telamon...Offering to preen my wings? This must be some sick hallucination from Noli.>
They rested their hand on their chin for a moment before complying; spreading out his right wing to allow Telamon to properly groom his feathers
When he placed his hand on his wing, they twitched. He didn't think much of this however, I mean. A bit strange having someone touch your wing for the first time, right?
A few tangled feathers here... a few to be adjustments here.... Huh, interesting pink scars y'got the- they paused when Taph's wing suddenly jolted. Concerned, Telamon looked back at him, seeing that their facial wings started to cover their face more
"Did that hurt?" He tilted his head
🙅.👆👍
<no, i'm alright>
He was skeptical for a moment, but continued anyway.
He's kind of squirmy.. huh. the admin studied, noticing how every time his fingers ran through their feathers it always resulted in a twitch / flick
A thought briefly crossed his mind. He debated on whether to act on it or not, but he decided to do it anyway
"I'm gonna try something out reaall quick." He turned to Taph again, albeit more briefly before drumming his finger against his wing. The outcome was,,, surprising, to say the least
Despite being mute, it almost looked like he was trying to hold back laughs. With shaky hands, they struggled to sign:
⁉️⁉️⁉️
<whahat ahahare you dohoing!?>
Telamon chuckled as he watched the demolitionist writh not in pain but from the ticklish energy that thet never knew was there in the first place
😆😆😆⁉️⁉️⁉️
👆💭👇👇🅰️🪽🪮
<I thohought thihis was juhust a preehening sehessiohion!>
Well, it was but Telamon is a preetty cheeky guy for an intimidating admin
It kind of reminds them of a specific swordfighter...
Taph jolted even harder when he ran his finger between his marginal and secondary coverts. Bingo. This must be a sensitive spot, judging by how the demolitionist began to slam his fist against the wood floorboard
Eventually, Telamon relented; letting the fellow survivor breathe
It was really hard to hear, but he swore he heard really faint cooing come from them
How the tables have turned.. He mused, looking at his own set of wings
...
Taph didn't know how to word it well, but he found the sensation kind of nice; like a breath of fresh air after all the pain he had to endure whether it be from Jason's machete or from a tripmine mishap
