Summary: Aym has been picking on his twin far too much for his liking, so, Baal hatches a plan for revenge.
Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic. If that isn't your thing, feel free to scroll on by. All characters are adults. Minors please DNI, thank you!
!!THIS IS NOT A SHIP!! Please do not tag it as such!
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb
Characters: Lee!Aym, Ler!Baal
Genre: Fluff/Silly
CW: Slight swearing, trapping, tickling. (Please let me know if I missed anything!)
Word count: 1,107
Reading time: 4 minutes
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Baal grumbled under his breath. He had absolutely had it with his twin.
Aym had been in a particularly playful and taunting mood as of late, tickling, poking, prodding, spooking, you name it. Baal was fed up, he was going to get his brother back. He just had to catch him off guard.
After setting up a plan, and hopefully a working trap, Baal went to fetch his twin.
"Aym! Aym, where are you?"
Baal heard a snicker from behind him, before he could react, Aym dropped to the ground and pinched Baal's sides.
"GAHAHA! AYM!"
"Yes brother?"
Baal lightly scowled at his jerk of a brother.
"I was wondering if you would like to spar with me out in the field."
Aym grinned.
"I'd love to, it's been a while."
"That it has."
It had indeed been a while since they had sparred, as they hadn't really had a need to since being freed along with their master and being reunited with their mother.
Once they made it out to the field, they got squared up.
"Ready?"
Aym asked.
Baal nodded.
"Ready."
"Go!"
They locked spears, twisting to try and throw off the other.
Baal kept his face playful and unsuspecting. He just had to back Aym towards the trap.
Baal saw an opening and clashed back. one step back, two steps back. Now let Aym gain ground. Don't let Aym switch sides, not yet. Clash and push. Time it right, stay focused. Baal let Aym switch sides so that Baal was backing towards the trap instead. He just had to wait. Clash, twist, push, closer to the trap. Push back, then slip, closer still. Just a little more. With one sharp twist, Baal switched places with Aym again, shoving his foot against Aym's shin to force it into the hidden trap.
With a yelp of surprise, Aym toppled to the ground, the log that the trap was attached to rolled slightly, light enough to move, heavy enough to hold. It rolled over the rope, making it impossible to just slip out.
"What the-?! Baal what the Hell!"
Aym looked at his brother, annoyance and shock on his face.
Baal didn't answer, he merely plopped down on his brother's legs and stared down at him with a level of indifference that would make their master proud.
"Uhh Baal...?"
Aym suddenly felt uneasy.
"This is payback, you jerk."
Before Aym could react, Baal dug into his sides, honing in just below the ribs.
Amy barked out a laugh before gritting his teeth.
"Baha- Baal, aha- Damn it! Stohop!
Amy kicked his trapped leg, trying to pull it free.
Baal started to claw upwards, expression neutral.
Aym grunted, grabbing his brother's wrists.
Baal ignored him, pushing under his arms.
"AHAH- BAHAHAAL EHENOUGH!"
"No, I don't think so. You've been taunting me for days, it was only a matter of time before your actions caught up with you."
Why was Baal so terrifying all of a sudden?
Baal dug into Aym's belly, kneading into the muscle.
"AHAHA- It's nohohot my fault yohohou're an eheheasy target!"
Baal sighed and shook his head.
"Wrong answer."
Baal began rapidly poking along Aym's waist.
Aym cackled, shaking his head desperately. Poking was always his weak point, and Baal knew how to exploit it to the fullest.
"BAHAHAAL! BAHAHAHAAL WAHAHAIT!"
"Wait for what exactly?"
Baal fought to keep his tone even, he so wanted to tease Aym, but the minimal response was working best at the moment.
"IHIHIHI- AHA! BAHAHAHAAL!"
"I'm listening, I don't understand why you aren't communicating."
Baal spoke as if he wasn't using a claw to scratch at Aym's bellybutton.
Aym could only shake his head, why on earth was he unraveling so easily?
"YOHOHOHOU SMAHAHARTASS!"
"Wrong answer again, I truly thought you were smarter than this, Aym."
uHh hi patty! may i request a fic with Ler!yae miko and baal with Lee!reader?
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Potential Warnings : Tickles
"Y/N, are you sure that you want this?" Interrupted the well known Shogun from you're headspace, the dream of this to happen, turning into reality? You couldn't believe it for the life of you! "Ei, be easy on them, after all, they did suggest it." Chorused the fox eared female as she entered the Euphimiya, euphoria filling the empty spaces of you're newly tingly nerves, a smile forming as Ei's hands just held onto your now trembling torso. A teasing smile dazzled over you, her hand taking place atop your tummy, gently squeezing ever so slowly into the wiggling flesh, "Oh? This seems to get you a bit, doesn't it?"
You couldn't help but flush brightly at the gentle yet curious smile Ei had worn, the obviously devious smirk Yae had telling a thousand word's, ugh, why did they have to be so mean to you!? Not like you minded anyways, after all, you did wish for it.
"What's wrong, darl? Is this not what you had requested earlier? Or was it more on the line's of.. this?" The sly fox couldn't help but smirk at the squeal that erupted out of you as malicious fingertips danced over you're ribs, tip toeing and vibrating her finger's between and atop those dancing key's, eliciting the most adorable squeals and gaffaws from you, Ei couldn't help but trace the rim of your underarms, the soothing yet horribly great feeling overwhelming you just slightly.
After a few moments of playing around with you, the two stopped to give you a breather, "Sorry if we took it too far." Ei tapped her hand against your back, gently pulling you carefully into her lap and embracing the newfound warmth all three of you had adored so much.
