Bonding - Tickletober Day 4
Prompt: Day 4 - Reward
Summary: Fundy and Phil have some bonding time together, which is rare for these two usually.
Relationship is platonic. No ship tags!
Wooo! I’ve been waiting for this! I love Fundy and Phil’s relationship. You don’t see it often! I figured this fits well enough with the two prompts.
Takes place after Wilbur’s revival.
T/W: Swearing, Stress attack, Bit of angst.
Phil was stunned.
Wilbur, his son, lied to him. He starred back up on the destroyed L’manburg, thinking about everything from when he first joined up too now.
Was he really that gullible? Why’d he believe those letters?
“Phil?”
Philza turned his head, seeing Fundy to the right of him, the two sitting on a piece of near crumpled rock, across from the L’manburg flag, what was left of it at least.
“Are you alright?” Fundy asked, Phil shaking his head, looking down.
“No…I’m not…I just…” Phil mumbled, placing his hands over his face. Fundy placed a paw on Philza’s shoulder, ears lowered, but a small smile on his face.
“C’mere Phil.” Fundy pulled the avian into his arms, hearing a few muffled sobs as Phil pressed his face into Fundy’s chest.
“Aw…Phil, I know. I know.” Fundy stroked a paw through the blondes hair, curling it with his claws. “This okay?”
Philza simply nodded, as he continued sobbing. “Am I that gullible? Fundy? Why did I believe those letters?!”
“Shhh, no your not, it’s okay Phil, it’s okay buddy, just relax and breathe, okay?”
Fundy continued, using the same tactic Wilbur used on him sometimes when he was younger, stroking the blondes hair carefully, curling a few strands.
Fundy couldn’t remember much of his childhood, but he did remember this tactic Wilbur or his mother would use whenever he was stressed.
Fundy wished he could spend more time with Phil but he didn’t know how to even ask, or even if Phil wanted too. What would they even do?
Fundy heard Phil’s muffled sobbing, feeling like he wanted to strangle Wilbur soon if he saw him again. Fundy sighed, not thinking of any other way to calm the hybrid down.
Or maybe…
A sneaky idea came upon Fundy’s head, him placing a paw, wiping tears from Phil’s face, slowly tracing a claw towards and across Phil’s ears, noticing how they twitched and flapped a bit.
“Fundy!-“ Phil squeaked in surprise, covering his mouth with his hands.
“Aw, your ears are twitching!” Fundy chuckled, using one finger to tracing across the avian’s ears, which continued flapping as Phil squirmed and shook his head.
“Eheheasy Fundy!” Phil chuckled.
Fundy luckily stopped, allowing Phil to breathe from the attack.
“Whahat the hell Fundy?” Philza said with a chuckle.
“Just tried a tactic, Wilbur used with me.” Fundy smiled, releasing the avian from the hug.
“Heh, he got it from me.” Phil thought to himself.
The two climbed up to the top of the crater, walking over to Phil’s house. Phil allowing Fundy to talk, while Philza was thinking about what happened earlier.
Philza thought for a few minutes, he kinda didn’t want Fundy to stop, but how would he ask about Fundy, his grandson. To tickle him? He didn’t want to be an inconvenience to him but…given there history and rocky relationship it was going to be-
“Phil?”
Phil looked up at Fundy, who stood in front of the doorway, confused.
“Ah! Right, come in mate!”
The two sat on the couch, watching TV, Philza still flustered a bit, the pros winning over the cons in this situation, but god it was getting frustrating.
Philza doesn’t get flustered easily and here he was.
“Erm…Fundy…uh…” Phil shyly spoke, already feeling butterflies immediately at the pit of his stomach.
Fundy turned his head, looking up at the avian. “Yeah?”
Phil sighed, inhaling, gesturing to his ears. “You know how you traced my ears earlier?”
“Yeah, what about that?”
Philza began getting red again, dammit lee mood showing up at the wrong time.
“Erm uh, could you possibly…uh…will you?” Phil mumbled, his wings flapping and twitching.
Fundy smiled at the avian, noticing his wings. “You want me to tickle you, again?”
Philza pressed his face into his hands. “Yes!”
Fundy smirked, leaning back. “Of course, you need it anyways.”
Phil smiled, a red flush on his face, Fundy allowing him to get comfortable on the couch, Phil laying his back on the armrest, his wings folded back.
“Just tell me when, okay?” Fundy asked, Phil giving a weak nod.
Fundy started tracing Phil’s ears again. The older flinching and covering his mouth with his hands.
“Aw!” Fundy cooed. “You can laugh Phil, this is kinda like a reward for you helping me.”
Phil squirmed, him resting his head on the couch cushion, squeezing his eyes shut, a flustered smile on his face.
Fundy smiled, using a claw to trace around the feathers behind the wing-ears, which continued twitching.
“PFFT-Hehehe!!! Hahahaha! Ehehehehaha!!! Nohohoho! Hahahaha!!!” Phil began softly breaking into light bubbly giggles, he couldn’t keep his laughter contained for that long.
“Aww! There we go!” Fundy smiled.
“Fuhuhuhndy!” Phil giggled, covering his mouth with his hands.
“Yesss?” Fundy cooed, scribbling across the sensitive ears, which flapped and moved under the gentle touch.
“It-Itit thihihickles!” Phil muffled laughter broke through his words.
“Aw, well that’s the point!” Fundy smirked, bringing his paws down to the man’s underarms.
“FUNDY!” Phil squeaked, slamming his arms right uptop of Fundy’s paws, showing Phil’s flustered smile.
“Aww, sensitive spot? TickleTickleTickleTickleee~” Fundy teased, wiggling his claws against the hollows.
“Ehehehehahaha! NOHOHOHO!!!” Phil laughed, squirming around. “Gehehet out of therehehe!!!”
“Hmmm nah!” Fundy smirked, continuing to tickle the man’s underarms.
“AH! AHAHA! FUHUHUHNDY!!!” Phil squeaked, letting out an embarssed snort.
“Aw! You snorted like a pig!” Fundy cooed, trailing a hand down to his sides.
“Ihihihi! cahahant hehehelp it!!!” Phil snickered.
“Heh! That’s on you when I do this!” Fundy scribbled across Phil’s sides.
“FUHUHUHNDY!!!” Phil giggled, a high pitch squeal escaping his mouth.
“Someone’s a little giggly here~” Fundy cooed, wiggling his claws in between. “Who’s a lil ticklish giggle monster! You are! You are!”
“Shuhuhut up Fuhuhuhndy!!!” Phil squeaked.
“Shut up? Why I outta!” Fundy immediately sprung his claws to his bottom ribs.
“EHEHEHEHAHAHA!!!” Phil squealed.
“Oh little sensitive here?” Fundy moved his claws across the top of his ribs, sending Phil into high pitch laughter.
“NAHAHA FUHUHUHNDY THAHAHAHAT THIHIHICKLES AHAHA!!!” Phil squealed, a set of embarrassing snorts escaping his mouth.
Fundy happily yipped, never hearing Phil laugh that much, slowing down a bit when Phil began wheezing.
“You mind?” Fundy placed his snout near Phil’s neck, Phil shook his head, he didn’t care.
Fundy nuzzled Phil’s neck, his nose tingling against the avian’s neck and skin.
“F-Fundy!” Phil snickered, trying to stifle his laughter.
Fundy smiled, nibbling as lightly as possible across Phil’s neck.
“Ehehehehe!!!” Phil squeaked, pushing his head to the other side. “Nahat neheheck thihihickles!!!”
“Oh, can’t handle nibbling? Too bad!” Fundy continued, nibbling faster up and down on the skin, switching over to the other side of his neck to blow a raspberry into the skin, sending the avian into a series of snorts and squeals.
Fundy stopped, allowing Phil to sit up and walk over to hang up his kimono, revealing the green t-shirt and shorts he wore, his wings flapping a bit in response.
Fundy smirked, noticing a red quill on the table.
Phil was going to turn back and sit back down when a squeeze at his hips made him squeak. Fundy smiled, squeezing his hips again, the avian nearly falling over, Fundy catching him in his arms.
“Fuhuhndy! Ehehehehahaha!!!” Phil fell apart like a sack of bricks, Fundy yipping in delight at Phil’s laughter.
The two laid on the floor, Phil laying down as Fundy held him in his arms, continuing to squeeze and tickle Phil’s hips.
“Plehehease Nohoho! Stahahap! Ahahaha!” Phil giggled softly.
“Awww!” Fundy cooed.
Fundy stopped, looking at Phil, whom was a giggly mess on the floor.
“Mind if I play a game with you Phil?” Fundy asked, watching his grandpa carefully, attempting not to force him.
Phil blinked, sitting up and nodding as Fundy sat in front of him, grabbing the quill.
“Now, I wanna try and use this feather over a few spots, I’ll go lightly okay?” Fundy smiled softly, not wanting to force or hurt Phil, the avian nodded.
“Okay, here we go, ready?” Fundy held the quill in his fingers, Phil nodding with a sharp inhale.
Fundy stood up, walking and sitting behind Phil’s back, moving the quill towards Phil’s ears, stroking it behind, back and forth, back and forth.
“Phil, you can laugh, it’s okay, your adorable when you laugh anyway.” Fundy smiled when Phil bit his lip, noticing Phil squirming when Fundy told him that.
Fundy sighed, moving the feathered quill faster, the ears twitching and flapping in response.
“Hehehehehahaha!!! Fuhundy! Nuhuhu! Hahahaha!!!” Phil began giggling, a flustered grin on his face.
“Aww! Someone got ticklish ears? How cute!” Fundy teased, moving the feather across Phil’s neck.
“Nahahahahat! Cuhuhute!” Phil squeaked.
“Yes you are, your adorable!” Fundy smiled, continuing to move the feather across the skin.
“Ehehehehahaha!! Ehehehe! Itit Thihihickles!” Phil squeaked.
“Oh I’m aware.”
Fundy stopped after a few, leaving a giggly avian on the floor, going back to sit in front of the avian.
“Lift your arms up?” Fundy asked. “Please?”
Phil did as followed, holding his arms on his head. Fundy lifting his shirt up a bit.
“Here we go…” Fundy smiled, moving the feather across Phil’s armpits. Phil squeaked and began giggling, a flustered blush on his face.
“Ticklish?” Fundy asked teasingly.
“Yeheheah!!!” Phil squirmed around.
“Awww! It’s okay!” Fundy smiled softly, tracing the feather towards Phil’s sides. “Besides your giggles are adorable to hear!”
“Nohoho thehehey arehehe nahahahahat! Ahahahahaha!!!” Phil squealed.
“Yes they are! Here is the proof!” Fundy smirked stroking the feather across Phil’s ribs, lightly tracing his right lower with his nails and using the feather on the other side on his left upper ribs.
“PFFT- AH AHAHAHAHAHA!!! FUHUHNDY! HAHAHAHA!!!” Phil squealed, wings flapping in joy as he laughed.
“Hmm?” Fundy smiled, slowing down a bit.
“Itit reheheally thihihickles!” Phil chuckled, letting out an embarrassed snort.
Fundy stopped after a few minutes, Phil resting his arms back down, curling up into a ball and resting on Fundy’s chest, his back on his left side.
“Aww, Giggleza!” Fundy thought to himself, trailing the feather across Phil’s exposed belly.
“Hehehe!” Phil giggled, nuzzling his head into Fundy’s shoulder. Fundy moved the feather faster, trailing it around Phil’s belly button.
“FUHUHNDY NAHAHAT THEREHEHE!!! EHEHEHE!!!” Phil squealed, frantically twisting right and left to avoid the tingly feeling.
Fundy yipped happily, trailing the feather back and forth faster, relishing in the squeals that escaped his mouth.
“FUHUHNDY!!!” Phil screamed out, letting out a snort, rolling over onto his back.
“Well what do we have here?” Fundy smiled, wiggling his claws into the ticklish skin of Phil’s stomach.
“GAHAHAHA! FUHUHNDY! HAHA!” Phil squealed.
“Hmm?” Fundy hummed.
“PLEHEHEASE HEHEHE! Stahahap!” Phil curled up, wheezing and coughing.
Fundy slowed to a stop, lightly tracing Phil’s neck and ears, which made Phil giggle from the light tickling.
“Okay, your all good Phil.” Fundy smiled, tracing the avians tickle spots, smiling at the giggles escaping his mouth.
Phil fell asleep, Fundy continuing to tickle the giggly man below him.
