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[bee-the-lee]

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can I request some Lee!Sebek and Ler!silver pls? Also here’s a cookie~

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Endurance Training

Summary: While sparring on the training grounds, Silver tries to help Sebek improve his endurance using one of Lilia's highly unconventional, hands-on methods.

A/N: thanks for the cookie nom nom nom. This fic's so short and simple that it took me only one hour to write it all. Sorry that your request turned into some joke fic but I was giggling while writing this. Enjoy

Lee! Sebek Zigvolt

Lee! Silver Vanrouge

Word count: 1,722

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"Hup—!"

Sebek's heavy training blade struck Silver's with a sharp, echoing clink, throwing off a brief shower of sparks in the dimming twilight. Gritting his teeth, Sebek buried his heel deep into the dirt, using the leverage to launch into another aggressive assault. Yet, no matter how much raw power he poured into his swings, the older youth moved with an effortless, fluid grace, parrying and blocking every single one of Sebek's frantic attacks without giving an inch.

"You've almost got it," Silver spoke, his voice steady and calm as he casually deflected another sweeping strike.

"Seize your pity! We both know that my-.. *pant*..." Sebek cut himself off, leaning over with his hands resting heavily on his knees. Heavy drops of sweat trickled down his high cheekbones, catching the faint light of the fading sun. A welcome evening chill was finally rolling over the training grounds, cooling Sebek's flushed, burning skin. "That my attacks are truly futile against yours," he breathed out.

Unable to sustain his posture any longer, Sebek let his legs give out. His bottom hit the grass with a heavy thud as he dropped himself completely onto the ground. "I ask for a minute's break..."

"You shouldn't be so harsh on yourself." Silver's hand dipped into his pocket, pulling out a small piece of textile. He began methodically wiping down the edges of his practice blade, inspecting it for nicks after the brutal sparring session they had just endured. "We both know that your form is flawless, Sebek. You possess more raw power than anyone else in our year, but brute force alone cannot shatter a disciplined defense."

"Tch." Sebek bristled at the critique, his shoulders tensing, though he didn't voice a counter-argument.

Setting his blade aside in the grass, Sebek allowed himself to be enveloped by a rare minute of peace. Now that the harsh, metallic clanging of their weapons had finally ceased, the ambient sounds of the campus began to filter through the quiet evening air. In the distance, the faint, lively chatter of Night Raven College students echoed from the main building, punctuated by the gentle chirps of birds settling into the trees above and the rhythmic, soft rustle of the grass under Silver's boots as he approached.

Sebek opened his eyes, blinking against the twilight, and watched Silver quietly sit down on the turf beside him.

"You need to work on your endurance," Silver noted softly.

"Isn't the problem speed?" Sebek perked his ears, his green eyes snapping toward his companion. He straightened up instantly, abandoning his slouched posture the moment the conversation turned toward his technique. No matter his pride, he knew he should listen to every little suggestion and piece of advice from someone who was currently more skilled than he was.

Silver shook his head, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "No. It's endurance. You burn through your stamina far too quickly because you treat every single exchange like a final, killing blow. If an opponent survives your initial rush, you leave yourself completely drained and vulnerable."

Sebek tore his eyes away from Silver, looking down at the crushed blades of grass between his knees instead. "And how do you, per se, advise me to improve that?"

"There are many ways. Personally, I worked through it with Lilia. He had his own unique methods to upgrade your endurance," Silver spoke, a faint, knowing shadow passing over his features.

"What way?" Sebek chirped immediately, his head snapping back up. A fierce curiosity sparked in his chest; he had to know any method sanctioned by his esteemed mentor to elevate his capabilities.

"Are you sure you want to know? I don't know if you could handle it..." Silver furrowed his brows, turning his head to eye Sebek up and down, almost as if evaluating his physical limits from the outside.

"Of course I do!" Sebek barked, the sudden volume of his voice startling a nearby bird from the brush. "Just tell me what it is! I can handle whatever Lilia's special training contains!" He spoke with a chest full of absolute, unwavering confidence.

Silver let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Well, if you are that sure about it, then I could even help you do it."

"Really!?"

"For this one you could..." Silver looked around them, his calm gaze examining the uneven ground and the precise placement of the nearby trees, carefully assessing the suitability of the location for training. "Lie down here?..." he mumbled, an uncharacteristic note of uncertainty creeping into his voice. He frowned slightly. There seemed to be no good tree or proper setup for them to start the lesson.

"What's with the uncertainty in your voice?" Sebek questioned, though he didn't hesitate to follow instructions. He was already moving his heavy training blade aside, letting it rest on the grass before easing his exhausted body down onto the turf.

"Lilia and I usually used trees, but I can't find a suitable one for us right now. But I think we can manage without it. Lie down." Silver stopped his search among the shadows of the woods, turning his full attention back to Sebek, who was now stretched out flat on the ground.

"What are you going to do?" Sebek asked, his green eyes widening slightly with confusion.

The confusion only deepened as Silver knelt down beside him. With surprising agility and a completely deadpan expression, Silver took Sebek's arms, pinning them firmly between his own thighs and calves to restrict his movement, while gently guiding Sebek's head to rest back against his lap.

"You'll see," Silver murmured softly, looking down at him. "Try to stay without laughing as long as you can."

"Wait, laughi—?"

The rest of his question hung in the evening air, completely unsaid. Before Sebek could even process the warning, Silver suddenly dug all ten of his fingers deep into the sensitive, defenseless hollows of Sebek's underarms.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Silver winced, his ears ringing as the explosive scream shattered the quiet evening. The sheer volume scared another entire flock of birds, sending them bursting out of the canopy and scattering into the twilight sky in a panicked frenzy.

"I told you to stay as long as possible without laughi—"

"AAAAHHAHAARGGHGHH!!!"

Sebek's voice cracked into a desperate, sobbing wail. His head shook manically from left to right against Silver's lap in a useless, frantic attempt to wrench his arms free from the older boy's iron-clad grasp.

"SILVER, STOOHOPP!!" he shrieked, his green eyes widening in pure, unadulterated shock. He hadn't expected this at all! Of all the brutal, grueling training methods Lilia could have devised, this was a psychological and physical ambush.

"No laughing, Sebek. You are not improving your endurance at this point," Silver scolded calmly, though his voice strained slightly. In reality, he was genuinely struggling to keep the absolute beast beneath him in place. Sebek's frantic, violent thrashing was sending Silver's own torso swaying precariously, nearly knocking him right off his balance and sending them both tumbling onto their sides in the dirt.

"MPPHhhfhh—!!"

In a last-ditch effort to salvage his remaining warrior's pride, Sebek clamped his jaw shut, desperately trying to keep the explosive laughter trapped behind his sealed lips. For a split second, there was a tense, trembling silence. But Silver's fingers gave an extra, ruthless wiggle deep in the hollows of his underarms, and Sebek's cheeks puffed up like a balloon before the pressure completely ruptured.

"PffahaHAHAHAHHAA—!! STAHP! AAAHA—I I cahAHAn't! Silver, PLEHEASE!!" Sebek wailed, his entire body convulsing.

In a desperate, blind reflex to escape the torture, Sebek gave one massive, violent heave of his hips, throwing his entire weight upward. The sheer, raw strength of the movement completely threw off Silver's center of gravity. With a startled gasp, Silver lost his balance, his torso tilting dangerously to the side as he began to tumble down onto the grass.

But as he fell, his legs went with him, still tightly trapping Sebek's limbs. The sudden, heavy shift of Silver's body weight violently wrenched Sebek's pinned arms at a sudden, painful angle, twisting his shoulders uncomfortably against the turf.

"AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!"

The sheer, monumental volume of Sebek's final, agonizingly tickled shriek tore through the evening air like a canon blast. Instantly, the trees surrounding the training grounds erupted. A massive, unprecedented cloud of terrified crows, sparrows, and owls burst from the canopy, filling the sky with chaotic squawking as they fled the area entirely.

Silver hit the turf with a soft thud, rolling onto his back and rubbing his ringing ears. He stared up at the sky, watching the massive flock of birds disappear into the horizon, before turning his gaze to Sebek.

The taller boy was curled into a trembling, wheezing ball on the grass, his face a vibrant shade of crimson, clutching his ribs and panting as if he had just run a marathon.

Silver slowly sat up, dusting off his uniform and letting out a long, exhausted sigh. "No... I don't think I can keep this up."

"If you truly wish to improve your endurance through this kind of training, you will have to ask Lilia to help you out next time," Silver said, shaking his head with a tired, defeated shrug. "You are simply too strong for me to manhandle, Sebek. I cannot hold you down."

Despite his lingering breathlessness and the burning ache in his ribs, Sebek's ears perked up. He lifted his head from the grass, a sudden, bright gleam of pride cutting through his disheveled appearance.

"Ha! You... you admit it?!" Sebek puffed out his chest, completely forgetting his recent humiliation in favor of the compliment. "Indeed! My strength is unmatched! Even Lilia's chaotic methods cannot completely bind a warrior of my caliber! HAhaha—ow, my side..."

Silver just shook his head, a small, fond smile tugging at his lips as he reached for his practice sword. "Yes, yes. Come on, warrior. Let's head back to the dorm before you scare away another ounce of living creatures left on campus."

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[bell-phighting]

If it's not too much, a fic where after a long day for Shadow, Silver holds Shadow in place and does that cat paw thing while allowing Sonic to blow raspberries into Shadow's stomach and drill his fingers into his armpits, causing Shadow to erupt in laughter and squeals; after being released, both Sonic and Silver cuddle up next to him and Shadow smiles sleepily "You meances..."

🌙 End-of-Day Giggles 🌙

(lee!Shadow, ler!Sonic, ler!Silver — comfort overload)

The base was quiet when Shadow finally stepped inside, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. Every muscle in his body ached from the day’s mission — endless arguing with G.U.N., dealing with Eggman’s latest nonsense, and making sure Sonic didn’t run headfirst into danger like usual.

All he wanted now was to collapse into bed and not move for a week.

“Welcome back,” Silver’s gentle voice greeted him from the couch.

Shadow gave a low grunt in reply, kicking off his boots and dragging himself toward his room. “Mmph. Tiring day.”

“Tiring day is putting it lightly,” Sonic called from the kitchen with a laugh. “I heard you chew out Rouge so bad she didn’t talk for, like, ten minutes straight.”

Shadow didn’t even dignify that with a response. His tail flicked in irritation as he collapsed onto the bed, face-first. “…Wake me when the world ends.”

Silver padded into the room, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know,” he said casually, “there is a way to help you relax faster.”

Shadow cracked one eye open, suspicious. “Silver. No.”

Silver’s smile only widened. “Oh, yes.”

Before Shadow could get up, a pale blue glow surrounded his wrists and ankles — telekinesis locking him gently but firmly in place. “Silver!” Shadow barked, thrashing. “Release me right now!”

“Nope!” Silver said cheerfully. “You’ve been carrying all this stress all day. Sonic and I talked about it, and we’ve got the perfect solution.”

Sonic bounded in, rubbing his hands together with a devilish grin. “Ohhh, this is gonna be fun.”

Shadow’s ears flattened. “Sonic. Don’t you dare—”

Too late.

Sonic pounced, straddling Shadow’s hips in one fluid motion. Before Shadow could even yell again, Sonic blew a huge raspberry right into his stomach.

“PFFHHHHHHBT!!”

“WAAAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!” Shadow screamed, arching off the bed so violently that even Silver’s psychic grip wobbled for a second. “SONIC!! WHA—HAHAHAHAHAHAAAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Stress relief!” Sonic shouted gleefully, diving back in for another raspberry. “PFFTBTBTBTBTBT!!!”

Shadow’s laughter turned wild and squeaky, the kind of unrestrained sound he hated making in front of anyone. “HHhhHhhhhhHHAAAAHhhhhh!!! S-SSTAHHhhahahahahhhp thhhATTTT!!”

“Not a chance,” Sonic cackled, moving his hands up to drill into Shadow’s underarms. “C’mon, grumpy! Gimme that big laugh!”

“HHHHhhHhhHHHHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!! SONIC I SWEAR I’LL—HHhhHHhhhaaAAAAHHHhhhhh!!”

Silver giggled from his spot near the headboard, keeping Shadow perfectly pinned with his telekinesis. “Wow, he’s really ticklish today,” he said, fake-innocent.

“Silver!! You traitor!!” Shadow howled, tears of laughter already forming at the corners of his eyes.

Silver only smirked and wiggled his fingers in the air. “Oh, did I forget to mention? My powers work really well for this.”

With a flick of his wrist, Shadow’s paws spread open, the pads sensitive and vulnerable. Silver gently pressed his psychic energy against them, mimicking soft pokes and strokes.

The effect was instantaneous.

Shadow squealed — an uncharacteristically high, panicked sound that sent Sonic into hysterics. “WAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHH!! N-NOT THE PAWS!!! SILVER, YOU LITTLE—HHhhhHHhhahahahaHHHHHHHHH!!!”

“Ohhh, this is way too fun,” Silver teased, poking each pad in sequence. “One… two… threeee—”

“STTTAAAAHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPP!!!”

Between Sonic’s relentless raspberries and underarm tickles and Silver’s telekinetic paw torture, Shadow was a wreck. His usually composed, stoic demeanor crumbled completely, replaced by wild, unrestrained laughter that echoed off the walls.

“AAAaaaahahhhHhhHhhHAHHHHhhhhh!!! Y-you—YOOOUUuuuu twooooooo!!!”

“Aww, he’s giggling like a pup,” Sonic teased, planting one last raspberry before finally sitting back. “Adorable.”

Silver relented too, letting the psychic hold fade. Shadow immediately curled up on his side, clutching his middle and gasping for breath, fur fluffed and messy. His cheeks were red, his eyes glassy, but his laugh still lingered faintly in the room.

Sonic flopped down beside him with a grin, Silver settling on the other side to wrap him in a warm cuddle sandwich. “See?” Sonic murmured. “Told ya we’d get you to relax.”

Shadow, still breathless, blinked at them blearily. His lips twitched into the smallest, softest smile.

“…You… meances…” he mumbled sleepily, the word slurred and fond.

Silver giggled softly, hugging him tighter. “Yeah. We are.”

Sonic smirked. “And you love us for it.”

Shadow didn’t reply — he just let out a quiet hum and nestled into their warmth, finally, blissfully at peace.

[landscapewrites]

following other anon and other other anon, can i ask for silbek headcanons. maybe . blinks at u cutely

SILBEK TKLS!!

-Classic "wake up silver!!!" Tkls

-they definitely target eachother the same way Ace and Deuce do, just less often

-Sebek reaching up to put a saddle on, Silver pokes his armpits

-riddle lectures them on messing around until they start wiggling fingers his way

-telling on eachother so lilia will "punish" the other

-sebek on a malleus oshi rant, silver pokes the pack of his neck

-lots of poking but both of them are low-key scared of tickle fighting cuz they're pretty evenly matched

-silver spilling to the first years sebek's weak point

I love Sebek's UM so much. Very cool very creative. I like that its different from "basic electric power." BUT!! I do like the tkling potential for people who can control the electricity and do little shocks from the fingers. Oh well.

[anzynai]

gasps in hc drop time

silver used to absolutely Get sebek when they were kiddos. genuinely kind of a menace. the man was raised by lilia, you can't tell me there's nothing behind that calm demeanor. they would be training together and silver would tickle sebek to get him to yield fights and sebek absolutely loved despised it.

OMGG YES UR SO RIGHT. theyre so cute and i completely agree with this. typically, silver wouldnt use this methods, but sometimes he HAS to yk?? i have more to add but you’d see it in my writing anyway so theres no point in spoiling it LOL. speaking of that, your drabble:3

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silver didn’t use these methods often. it was considered his last resort, to be exact.

that, plus if he used it too often, he was afraid that sebek would find a way to counter it. the two sparred quite a bit, and silver was finding himself to be on the losing side.

“looks like it’ll be my win!” sebek shouted, proudly, throwing another hit towards the older kid.

silver grimaced, before suddenly jumping towards the other, catching him off guard. “h-wah?!” sebek gasped, losing his balance for a brief moment.

sebek had no time to react before silver’s hands latched to sebek’s sides, squeezing the skin. sebek’s defenses broke instantly, as he burst out into loud, uncontrolled laughter.

“n-nohoho cheheheating!” sebek cried, pushing away silver’s hands, but silver kept on, his face clear and determined.

“technically, it’s not cheating! it could be considered a weakness to take advantage of,” lilia chirped in, who had been watching the spar, as he chuckled. silver watched sebek’s face turn red as he seemed to remember that lilia was there in the first place.

silver kept tickling the other, digging into his hips, causing sebek to flail around.. rather ridiculously, as his giggles bounced through the cold, winter air.

“stohohop! t-this isn’t fahahahair!” sebek gasped, opting to kicking silver instead. though, they were uncoordinated, so silver was able to dodge them easily.

“give up,” silver said, unrelenting.

“n-noho wahahay!” sebek shrieked, sounding a bit angry.

“then i’ll tickle you until you give up..!” silver threatened, resolutely as more protests sounded from sebek.

in the end, with silver barely breaking a sweat, and sebek sprawled on the ground, red in the face and gasping for breath, the winner was clear.

[myreygn]

tkltober day 11: Squeal

Treasure Planet - ler!Silver, lee!Jim

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John Silver took great pride in being smooth, an absolutely necessary character trait in his position of Legendary Pirate Who Almost Stole The Greatest Treasure To Ever Exist. He wasnʼt easily flustered, provoked, or thrown off balance (figuratively, in reality his leg was a true nuisance when it came to keeping balance), and he barely ever lost his cool.

Until he let Jim Hawkins into his life, that was. The boy had the very special talent of making even his closest friends very angry and his newest method of nuisance-ing was slightly bothersome at best and downright infuriating at worst.

“Nah.”

Silver whipped around to the boy so fast he almost fell over, his apron majestically waving after him and the sponge in his hand splattering water on the wall. “Whaddaya mean, nah?! These dishes donʼt do themselves!”

“Nah.”

“Donʼt you dare say that word again!”

Jim shrugged, an ever so slight grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Little rat. “I mean, yeah, me neither though.”

“Jimothy Hawkins, this is my kitchen and I demand you-”

“Nah, itʼs my motherʼs.” Silver felt his eyelid twitch, but he kept his mouth shut - no disrespect to Mrs. Hawkins whatsoever was tolerated in this kitchen, no matter whose kitchen it was. Jim smirked. “If you really think about it, youʼre kinda in my kitchen.”

It definitely wasnʼt Jimʼs though. Silver let out a low growl. “Your last chance, scrub. Start doing the dishes now and I might consider not making a pastry out of you.”

They stared at each other for a few seconds, the old pirate trying to look as intimidating as possible and the young engineer weighing the pros and cons of giving in. Then the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “Nah.”

Having anticipated the answer, Silver lunged forward immediately, but the reflexes of a sprout like Jim even outdid the speed of a skilled fighter, especially those of a skilled fighter whose glory days were long over. Ah yes, youth, the price for experience. Luckily, though the former might give you the momentum every once in a while, the latter always won in the end.

“AH- how did you- ehehey, stahahap!”

“Practice, lad.” Silver grinned and pulled both of Jimʼs wrists up to hold them in place with his robot arm. “I know a half-assed dash to the door when I see one.”

The boy let out a high-pitched string of giggles when a set of fingers wiggled into his ribs. “Ayehehehe! Sihihihilveheheher!”

“Yes, Jimbo?” The old pirate drilled his fingers into his victimʼs side with a smirk, making him shriek. “Care to do the dishes now?”

“Nah- no, nonono, wait, wahahahaiiit!”

“Was that a squeal I heard?”

Jim was too busy thrashing around in his grip and trying to protect his stomach to notice the fond twinkle in Silverʼs eye - and even if he noticed, he probably couldnʼt get a word in about it if he tried, too busy laughing and squealing.

“NAHAHAHAHA!”

“Yehehes,” Silver mocked. “And if you know whatʼs good for you, youʼll stop saying that word. ʼNahʼ, I canʼt even stand the sound of it. That squeal of yours on the other hand…” He chuckled softly when another one of said squeals echoed through the room. “I must say I rather like the sound of that.”

[silvlee-shepherd]

Featherary Day 8: Interrogation

"but Silver had the talent of being a very dextrous fellow. He was rather adept at tickling you see....well, how else was he supposed to interrogate his regular villains, he couldn't very well HURT people! So Silver's torture method of choice was tickling, and as [...] was now realising, Silver very much made it into a torture."

[silverclaw23]

i want to thank the amazing @fluffomatic for this amazing commission! 2 certain nerds needed to be punished for shenanigans and what better way then this!

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