If You Won't Tell Us, Then We'll Just Have To Make You! (SxF Tickle Fic: Lee!Damian)
To someone--in case they recognize this idea--I did NOT write this out of impatience.
I thought, I should try and write my own request. So, this is kind of my first tickle fic. I hope it's decent.
Lee: Damian
Ler: Ewen, Emile
Btw, this is their canon age (6).
Also, I don't know how to write the setting for this. So I'll just tell you, they're in their dorm room.
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"Hey, boss...?" Ewen tapped Damian's shoulder, to try and grab the attention of his study-obsessed boss.
"What is it?" Damian answered, not looking up from his notes.
"Do you have a crush on, Stubby Legs?" Emile straight-forwardly asked.
"Grk!" The scion choked on air, and whipped his head around to face the two blondes. "E-Excuse me!? How dare you ask me such a question? Where did you even get that idea!?"
"Well for one... Emile and I may have been slow on picking it up, but you never seem to be picking that much fights with her. It's usually just us two, yelling at the girls. You occasionally jump in, but you're never the one to start it." Ewen explained.
"W-Well...! Maybe, I just don't want to waste my time on childish bickering!" Damian defended.
"Not done." Ewen put his hand up. "There's also that time you saved her from Bill's dodgeball attack."
"Or whenever she's around, your face would go red. And don't say it's anger, because we've finally discovered it wasn't." Emile added.
"E-Eh...! Uh...! I-urm...!" Damian stuttered. He tried to find anything to say.
"Boss..." Ewen placed his hand on Damian's shoulder. "It's okay. We've only been picking fights with the girls, because we thought you hated them. We never actually cared much."
"But...!" Emile said, grabbing the other shoulder. "If you truly have feelings for that peasant girl, we'll support you all the way! Even I believe social status isn't what matters, when it comes to love!"
"I... I..." The scion was at loss for words. He was warm and happy his friends are still supportive of him, even if he wishes to interact with the lower-class. He wanted to thank them.
But instead, his mouth spilled out something else.
"NEVER! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WILL I EVER HAVE OR EVEN SAY I HAVE FEELINGS FOR THAT COMMONER!!! THAT'S BASELESS CONJECTURE!!! ALL LIES!!! I DO NOT LIKE HER!!!" Damian thrashed his fists every which way, in the air.
Emile sighed, "See? I told you he'd be too stubborn, to give us a normal answer."
"Yup... Saw it coming..." Ewen said to himself.
"Wh-What are you talking about!? I gave an ans--" Damian was cut off, when he felt the arms of the two blondes move from his shoulder to under his armpits.
He was hoisted up a few inches from the ground, by the arms of his own flunkies.
The two blondes carried their boss towards his bed.
"What the he** are you two doing!?" Damian wiggled and kicked, trying to escape from his friends' hold.
"Sorry, boss..." Ewen said, as both he and Emile shoved him towards his bed. "But... If you won't tell us..."
"Oof!" Damian's face landed perfectly on his pillow.
He rolled over to lie on his back, and glared at the two, only to be pinned down.
Emile went behind him, and pinned his arms behind his back. While Ewen sat on his knees and smirked, "... We'll just have to make you!"
"N-No! D-Don't you dare! Ewen, Emile! Please...!" Damian tried to wrestle out of their grip.
When did these two get so freaking strong!?
Ewen crossed his arms, "Alright. Last chance to be honest with us! Do you like her? And there's only one true answer, because we already know. We just want you to confirm it. So don't be stubborn, boss!"
Damian stayed silent. Instead of using his voice, he rapidly shook his head left and right.
Ewen heavily sighed, and brought his hands down to his boss' shirt and lifted it up, exposing his stomach.
His fingers clawed the air. "Okay, fine. That's how it's gonna be. You lost your chance."
"E-Ewen! Please--GAHA!" Damian tried to double over, but was forced back by Emile.
The tall haired blonde, started with gentle pokes along his boss' stomach. Slowly turning into light but quick scribbles.
"Ngh!" Damian flinched at each touch. He stifles a laugh.
"Krr-krk! Hmmmm! Hmhmhmhm!" He giggled through closed lips.
"Already, Damian? I barely started!" Ewen said in amusement. "Oh! This is gonna be easier than I thought! You'll be spilling in no time!"
"Hehehehe! N-No I... Eehehehehe--WON'T!" Damian yelled as he twisted and turned, trying to find a way out.
And instantly squealed when the scribbling stopped, and was moved to squeezing his sides and hips. "IYAH! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
"Oh, you sure WILL." Emile retorted, and lifted his friend's arms over his head. "Try here next!"
"NOHOHO!!!" Damian protested, trying to pull his arms down.
"Sure!" Ewen answered, and immediately shoved his fingers into the sensitive hollows of the boy's arms. He started scratching the exposed armpits, showing no mercy.
"PFFFFT!!!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NO! NO! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!! STOP IT!! STOP!!" Damian thrashed about. His bedsheet started to wrinkle at each movement he made. "MERCY!!! MERHERHERCYYYY!!!"
And that's when Damian realized that this was it. This is how he'll die; from lack of oxygen, through heaps of laughter. Well... He lived a short, yet good life.
Sadly, he wasn't able to sulk about his death any further.
"GAAAAAHHHH!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Damian erupted into another fit of laughter when he suddenly felt air, being blown on his stomach.
"Pfrrrt!" Ewen gave a big raspberry on the scion's stomach. While Emile had pinned him flatly on his back, with his arms still above him.
"HAHAHAHA--!" Damian's own laugh was interrupted by a loud snort.
If his face wasn't red before, it certainly was now.
"Ha! Ewen did you hear that? The boss snorted." Emile said.
"Yeah, I know. I wished he laughed like that more often. It sounds nice. Not arrogant. It just sounds so... Age appropriate. Right, boss?" Ewen teased, and drilled a single finger into Damian's belly button; to which he responded with another shriek.
Damian tried to force Ewen off, by bringing his knee up, and hitting him in the back. But, the tall blonde merely ignored the pain, and instead grabbed the leg. Emile let go of his friend's arms and rushed towards the other leg.
They flipped him over, so he was lying on his stomach. And locked his legs, in between their own, holding an ankle each.
They took off his shoes, and slowly peeled his socks off halfway.
"Hehehe... No...! Please! Guys... I'm begging you...!" Damian pleaded one last time. He tried to look behind him, to try and beg with his teary eyes.
"Last and FINAL chance!" Emile told the brunette boy, he turned to him with an expectant look. "So...?"
Damian whimpered. He turned his head back, and shook it still refusing to give an answer.
"Suit yourself. I guess you like this." Emile turned back and pulled off the rest of the sock completely. Ewen followed, and they both grazed their nails all over the scion's soles. Then they went in his arches and in between his toes.
"NOOOO!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Damian shrieked, and repeatedly slapped the mattress. Tears started streaming down his face again.
"Don't wait for us to grab the hairbrush!" Ewen threatened.
Damian's face twisted in horror.
"BAHA!! N-NO! NOT THAT!" He fearfully begged.
He gasped for air, and finally he told them. "OKAHAHAY!! OKAHAY!! I HAHAHAVE A CRUSH ON HEHEHEHER! I LIHIHIKE HER! I THINK SHE'S CUTE!! SUPER CUTE!! FREAKING CUTE!!! I LIKED HER SINCE THE FIRST DAY!!!"
"Pfft! We didn't tell you to say all of that." Ewen laughed. Then he looked at Emile, who nodded back at him.
They both let go of their hold on the scion's ankles.
"Ah...!" Damian sighed in relief when the tickly feelings on his feet left him.
The two blondes crawled off the bed, and waited for their boss to recover.
Finally catching his breath, Damian shot back up and glared at his lackeys.
"You two! I can't believe...!"
"We'll be by your side boss." Ewen suddenly said.
"We're okay with how you feel towards Forger. We'll even play matchmaker if you like?" Emile said.
Forgetting every horrible thing he planned to say to his so-called friends, Damian grunted and looked off to the side, blushing. "Thanks I guess, you idiots..."
"So..." Emile started, "You liked her since the first day...?"
Damian stuttered, "U-Uh... I may have said too much..."
"Well too late! I wanna know exactly how you developed a crush on her! Give us the details!" Ewen enthusiastically says.
Damian hopped off his bed, and stomped back to his study desk. "No way! That's way too embarrassing!"
"Come on! You already told us a few embarrassing stuff already. What's the point?" Ewen persuaded.
"Only because you forced it out of me!" Damian snapped back, before sitting down on his chair.
"Then..." The blondes said, as they walked closer to the young Desmond. "Are you saying...."
"Huh...?" Damian turned around to face the two boys, who were smirking diabolically.
"We should tickle you for more information then...?" The two blonde boys raised their fingers up once more, and inched closer to the unfortunate boy.
"No. No. No. No. No!" Damian scampered out of his chair, and pushed past the two.
He spent the rest of the day, running away and hiding from the two ferocious tickle monsters.
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So... How's this for my 1st tickle fic?
I kinda hc Damian to be the kind of lee, that yells no repeatedly when they're being tickled. Even if it won't help them.
