Hi, Squiggly! :) I hope you're well today. (And the next future days ofc)
Would you mind writing a ler!Damian tickling a sleeping lee!Anya awake? Whether yes or no, thank you anyways! 😁
{Requests are CLOSED! This is an older one!}
Hey there friends! :D Ooo, I haven't written for SxF in a minute-let alone these cuties! I've gotcha covered!
Decided to take a chance with this one and made a little time skip, so Anya and Damian are both roughly 10-12 years old in this fic! I hope you like it! :D
“All this time later and you still suck at studying..” Damian sighed through his nose as he leaned against his fist, watching Anya snore against her textbooks. Ever since he met her, she’s always been so quick to fall asleep in academic settings. The second a lecture began he’d start a mental countdown of her slow descent towards her desk. So far her average was five seconds.
It was rather adorable. Not that he’d ever tell her that.
“Oi, uggo. Wake up.” He reached out, shaking her hard and making her snort awake. “You didn’t beg me to come over just to watch you sleep.”
“I wasn’t begging- or sleeping. I was resting…my eyes..” Anya yawned, stretching her jaw halfway through like a cat. “What poem are we reading?”
“...This is for math.” She whipped around to stare at him, eyes wide and jaw dropped. So cute. “How dumb can you be to mistake numbers with letters?”
“Shush- don’t bully me! There’s letters mixed in!” She shoved him- even her light push was ridiculously strong. He nearly flew out of his chair. “Fine, I’ll study on my own! And I won’t fall asleep!”
“Doubt it.” He mused, snickering at her angry glare. Sure enough, her eyelids began to droop after a minute reading the page. Three, two, one..
“Zzz…” Her head hit the table, pink hair falling around her shoulders like a halo. Damian barked out a laugh, shaking his head.
“You’re hopeless.” He stood up and walked around the table until he was standing behind her. He could shake her awake, maybe even go grab a cold soda and press it into her neck. He considered folding two paper hats and balancing them on her hair accessories.
He’d done it all before with various successes. Today, he was busting out the big guns.
“.....Wake up!” He grabbed her sides, rapidly jabbing into them. Past experience taught him to lean back immediately, avoiding a headbutt. Even more past experience taught him to drop to the floor to avoid her immediate fist.
“SY-SON!” She screamed, both from the returning tickles and her rage at him learning her patterns. She pawed at the hands on her sides, kicking her feet as she squealed and giggled in her seat. “Cohohohome ohohohohn! Dohoohohn’t tihihihickle mehehehehe!”
“Don’t fall asleep then!” He argued back, jumping when she poked him in the belly. He swapped sides like a ninja, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he carried on tickling her. “We’re supposed to have a study session, not a sleepover!”
“I cahhahan’t hehehelp it! I hahahahte stuhuhuhdying!” She cried, head thrown back as she let loose another cackle. Damien took his chance to close the distance, worming his fingers along her ribs. “Ehehehehek, nohoohohoht thahahhahat! Cohohohome ohohohon, Shhahahhay-sohohohohon!”
“Come on, what? You gotta specify, uggo.” An idea came to mind, making him grin. “Hey, here’s a math problem. How many ribs am I tickling?” He switched to poking, playfully jabbing at her and making her squeak and snicker with each prod. “Pay attention or I’ll do it all over again!”
“Scrhehehehw thahahaht-Ahhahha! Ahha! Oohohokay, ohohokay!” She tried curling up in her seat, shoving at his shoulders and kicking at his leg. Damian tried not to get hung up on how weak her shoves were, or how her smile and laugh was making him weak in the knees. “Whahahit, wahahhat ahahare we dohohohing?”
“MATH, uggo!” He cried, pausing his tickles in shock at her world-renowned density. Big mistake. Huge.
“GOTCHA!” She shouted in glee, tackling him across the middle and sending them to the floor. Damian didn’t have a chance to blush at her sudden embrace before he was squeaking and sputtering through his own laughter. “You’re about to learn what happens when you tickle Anya!”
“Ehahahahahahha! Cohohohome ohohohn, thihihis isn’t fahah-AH! Nohoho, not the dohohohohohog!” A blur of white joined in soon after, smothering him in a series of fur and kisses. Between Anya’s fingers jabbing viciously into his stomach and waist and her dog nuzzling his neck and ears, he swore he was about to meet the afterlife. “Tihihihme ohohohout, tihihihihhime ohohohout!”
“Pfft, hehehe!” She laughed, and then he could breathe. Gasping for air, he watched Anya pull Bond closer, cuddling him close. “You’ve been defeated by Agent Anya and her most loyal comrade! Kneel before me!”
“Are you an agent or a queen?” He huffed, reaching out and petting Bond too. “Ugh, remind me to never agree to a study date again.”
He suddenly got very warm when he realized his slipup. Green eyes cut to him curiously as he shoved his red face into Bond’s neck, feeling the dog pant against him. “Hehe, you look like a tomato.”
“S-Shut up! You don’t even know what a tomato looks li-ihihihike!” He yelped when she started tickling his knee. “Sthahap that!”
“I SO know what a tomato looks like! Kinda. Mama brings home weird ingredients sometimes.” She giggled, standing up and returning to the kitchen table. “Let’s work on languages instead. I like that subject more.”
“If we only did subjects you like, you’ll never raise your grades.” With a roll of his eyes, he joined her as she dug out the class materials from her bag. “Fine, I suppose we’ve done enough math for today, anyway. Just don’t fall asleep again.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She waved him off, and once again he was reminded of the crush he had on her since they were kids. “I can stay awake! Easy!”
She was asleep within five minutes. He let her rest, petting Bond’s head resting against his thigh as he shamelessly watched her. “I really like you, Anya. Not that I’ll ever tell that to your face.”
He turned to his homework, unaware of the small smile pulling on her lips.
I've never expected to have some trouble on such a foggy and boring island.
I had two new problems today which are called Perona and Zoro.
The girl, Perona is annoyed with some f*cking stupid ghosts around.
The boy, Zoro, who is more f*cking stupid, the one I hope to be a worthy opponent in the future, begged me to train him to be stronger for his the most f*cking stupid captain.
And now they're so noisy that they disturb me with my precious sleep.
They're f*cking compound. I swear to kill them someday.
Ever think about how Scion’s defeat matched the Chicago Ward’s modus operandi during the time skip? In both cases direct force was not an option, in Scion’s case because it was either ineffective or could be easily avoided and in the Chicago Ward’s case because it was forbidden, and both had the same answer: to apply relentless psychological torture until the enemy literally gives up.
It’s honestly embarrassing that Taylor didn’t come with the idea to do this against Scion considering it was most of what she was doing during the previous two years
