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As of yesterday, this blog is two years old. Even though I've never had a schedule for posting, and still don't really have a "theme" for my stuff outside of Clumsy, I have still had so much fun making a space for myself to make slightly niche tk art and get up to other shenanigans! And those few who've stumbled across my self indulgent bubble, thank you for continuing to stop by! <3
As a fun little challenge to myself, I'm going to try and make a post a day for a week to go along with this blog's birthday! Depending on how sustainable it is for me, and how much I enjoy it, this could very well become an an annual thing.
My hope is to post something else today and till the 26th, since I didn't think of this idea until late yesterday.
It might be all tk related, it might not be, this is just a fun experiment for myself to try, so I'm not gonna think too hard about it.
Anyway, let's give this a shot! See ya'll soon! (Hopefully)
I really like the dynamic explored in this episode. Solar, who is trying to not be as snippy and probably needs a reminder that kindness can help in a number of situations, can learn a lot from Carme.
In the same vein, Carme, is as far as I can tell, is the type of kindhearted that is to their own detriment. They can learn a lot from Solar about how to be respectful while still not being other people’s doormat, a good example of this being towards the end of the episode in the bar. Carme was never rude, but he acknowledged that the bartender didn’t give them what they asked for and spoke up.
This friendship very much seems like it is the type of friendship where the characters balance each other out and teach each other important perspectives that can coexist alongside one another.
I really hope they continue to devote episodes to this dynamic for both character’s arcs and sakes. It would be really enriching to see how they explore it.
That being said:
At least kiss the brick before you go throwing it at me. God…
Sun sat pacing at the door, waiting for a guest. Dahlia was coming to pick him up soon for more training, and he couldn't help but feel nervous. He wasn't used to different elements and how they feel, but that was part of the lesson. It still felt weird…
Soon a knock came at the door and Sun almost immediately answered it, having been only a little bit impatient. "Good evening, Sun," Dahlia greeted with a polite wave. "Ready to go?"
"As ready as I can be," Sun nervously laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. "What element are we working with today?"
"You'll see soon," Dahlia nods, teleporting them out of the house.
"Ookay-" Sun balances himself as they land on a cloud. "Oh dear go- are we in the sky?!"
"You sound just as surprised as when we were in my oasis. Is it really that shocking?" They ask, tilting his head in curiosity.
"I mean- No- It's just- How??"
"Anything is possible, this shouldn't be any different. Anyway, today we're dealing with more air magic."
"I see… So why in the clouds?"
"Because you're going to learn how to move them to make the weather cloudy, fair, and clear. But first, you need to meditate."
"Okay, uhm… I guess anywhere works huh?"
"We are in the clouds, Sun… Not much else to go," Dahlia said, holding his hands together patiently.
"Yeah, f-fair…" Sun trailed off, sitting down and closing his eyes to focus on the energy around him. Though he couldn't help but stifle a giggle as he squirmed slightly.
"Are you okay, Sun? You seem… uncomfortable."
"N-no- It's no-nohothing- Just… The magic- ti-tihickles?" Sun tried to hold back his giggles.
"It… tickles? That's a new one, though I suppose it makes sense being that the clouds are fluffy… Like a… Oh I see~" Dahlia smiles. "I did not know you could be ticklish. Especially to feathers," Dahlia can't help but chuckle.
Something about the blunt statement to the situation made the flood gates open. Sun fell back onto his elbow, using the other arm to try and swat the nonexistent tickling away, giggling fully. "Oho- oho gahad D- Dahahalia I cahahan't focus liheheke this-!"
"You have to push though it, Sun. Here, I'll help," Dahlia grins, and goes up behind Sun to sit him up. "Now try to focus on the magic, not the feeling. I want you to try and push the clouds."
"Ohokay-" Sun clears his throat "Okay-" he nods, closing his eyes again to focus.
Dahlia watches for a few moments before deciding to be mischievous. Summoning their other arms, he places his hands on Sun's sides and ribs. They felt Sun physically tense and squeak, but did his best to keep his composure.
"You're doing good, Sun, keep it up," Dahlia encouraged, letting his fingers flex.
Sun squeaked once more, feeling more giggles bubble up as the feeling of the magic returned. "Nononono Dahahalia-!"
"Yes, Sun?"
"Dohohohon't!"
"Don't what? I am not doing anything. I am simply just sitting here."
"Tihihickle meeehehehe-"
"Well since you asked so nicely~"
"Waiteaitwait THAT'S NOT NAHAHA!" Sun squealed as Dahlia srtarted tickling both sides of his ribs and hips at the same time.
Of course the magic in the air didn't help either, it almost felt like it was targeting him too. He could feel what felt like feathers sawing in-between his toes, and he wondered if he was doing it to himself. It wouldn't be the first time, nor would it be the last… Not wanting to disturb anybody during his lee moods was a bad habit of his. Though, sometimes casting the spell was purely accidental. Now seemed to be one of those times.
"Well, I see someone likes the attention~" Dahlia teases, looking at the orange feathers surrounding the poor sun model in front of him. "Quite the spell that you know~ But I need you to focus on the clouds, Sun. Tsk tsk tsk…"
"IHEHEHE-! IHE AHAHAM TRYIIIHIHIHIHING!!"
"What was that? I can't hear you over your screaming~" Dahlia laughs along, switching up his placements and tactics, squeezing his sides and tracing his rays.
Sun flails his arms, trying to regain the upper hand on his magic, trying to focus and move a cloud, but the other feathers take advantage of his exposed underarms as they dive and swipe along the wires, making Sun fall into Dahlia's chest cackling and squealing.
"Ihehe- EEEEE!!" Sun suddenly squeal-screams as he arches his back.
"Sun?!" Dahlia stops his attack, pulling all his hands away and second arms disappearing. He observed Sun, who was now scream laughing and clawing the ground, kicking his legs. A feather had made his way to tickle around and inside the loop on his back.
"DAHAHALIA- HEHEHELP!!"
"Sun, disperse your magic! I can't help you with this!" Dahlia states, trying to Sun to stop writhing.
Almost as if on cue, the feathers float away, not fully disappearing. Dahlia observed them curiously… Did the feathers know its owner's limits? If so, that was a powerful control over one's own magic. "Sun… This isn't your first time with this spell is it?"
Sun panted limply on the floor, and looked at Dahlia with one of guilt. "N.. nohoho…"
"Oh Sun… May I ask why?" Dahlia wonders, helping Sun to sit up, and summoned a cupped handfull of water to help Sun drink.
Sun drank the water graciously. "Ihe… I uhm… I feel like a disturbance when I get into… my moods. So I learned to t-tickle myself," He said sadly, waving off the feathers to dispell them.
"Sun, you're not a disturbance… I think it's cute that you like it."
Sun felt hot in the face, covering it. "I UHM- …Thank you, I suppose…" he peeked at Dahlia through his fingers. They wore a polite smile, but Sun could tell they were still concerned. "But I'm fine, Dahlia…"
"Are you still in a lee mood now?" Dahlia asks, tilting his head. "I can tickle you again if so."
"I uhhh…" Sun's face got more red as he basically buffered. "Yeah… just… be gentle, I'm reaching my limit before I'm overstimulated."
"As you wish, Sun," Dahlia nodded, and sat down again to pull Sun back into their lap.
They didn't even pull out the second arms as he started tracing shapes into Sun's stomach. Said man started frantically giggling as he wiggled around. "Tihihickles…"
"It's supposed too, is it not~?"
"Yeahaha…"
"Then I'm doing my job well, it seems."
Dahlia chuckles, switching to wiggling his fingers along Sun's rays again. Sun fell into a series of squeaky giggles, trying to scrunch his shoulders to the beat of his ability, wiggling his rays to avoid Dahlia's dancing fingers, but to no avail. All he could do was get lost in the sensation as the feeling of the tickly atmosphere made his stomach fill with butterflies.
"Aww~ So helplessly ticklish…~ Ticky, ticky, ticky~"
"EEEEheheheee not thaaaahahahat!" Sun squealed, hiding his blushing face.
"But why not, dear Sun? I think it is quite effective~" Dahlia purrs close to Sun, switching to tracing his ribs and the dent on his tummy.
Sun doesn't say anything, just kicks his legs with another squeal, letting his arms flail about. Cackling as he wiggles and writhes. Dahlia watches carefully before pulling his hands away and letting Sun go limp in his lap.
"Whaha…? Whyheheh'd you stahahap?" Sun slurred his words, asking as he dizzily looked up at Dahlia.
Dahlia chuckled, and rubbed away the ghost tickles. "I feel you've reached your limit, and I will let you rest for a bit."
"But… sss'felt nice…"
"And we can continue when you rest up, Sun."
"Ohhhkaaay," Sun sleepily giggles as he curls up in Dahlia's lap.
Dahlia smiles warmly, and teleports them back home, placing Sun in bed. They then went downstairs to wait. Once Sun woke up, he could have some tea…
Summary: Moon makes up an excuse in order to skip a therapy session, when Carmine comes to check on him and the lie doesn't hold up, a deep conversation followed by tickly shenanigans ensues.
Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic. If that isn't your thing, feel free to scroll on by! Minors DNI. Reposts are not welcome but reblogs are! Thank you and enjoy!
CW: Swearing, Mouth tickles, Pinning. (Please let me know if I missed anything!)
Word count: 4,160
Reading time: 15 minutes
Fandom: The Sun and Moon Show
Characters: Lee!Moon Ler!Carmine
Genre: A little bit of hurt/comfort accompanied by silliness and fluff
Pairing(s): MidnightJester (Written to be ambiguous in order to respect character identities and writing)
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"Moondrop..."
Moon flinched, ducking down behind his lab computer. He had hoped Carmine wouldn't come to check on him after hearing his reason for canceling their therapy session, but unfortunately they had.
Moon tried to act nonchalant as he heard Carmie come into the lab.
"Moon..."
Moon silently winced at the sound of Carmie's voice being so coldly level.
'Okay' Moon thought to himself. 'Just play dumb, maybe they'll be forgiving.'
He popped his head over the top of the computer.
"Hey Carmie, I didn't know you were coming over. How've you been?"
Moon fiddled with the keyboard, putting input into a generic coding program to look busy.
"I am well. I just got here from the Haven."
Moon hunched to better hide the tension in his shoulders.
"Yeah? Anything special happen today?"
"No. Though in my opinion, no news is good news."
Carmine said, crossing their arms and glaring at Moon.
"I can agree with that."
"Though I do find something odd."
Carmine slowly walked over, stepping around the desk and coming up behind Moon, placing their hands on either side of him on the desk, effectively making a Moon sandwich.
Moon bristled, biting back a sound of surprise.
"Carmie-! This is uh- a little up close and personal don't you think...?"
Carmine didn't offer up a response, instead leaning down to Moon's ear.
"I thought I would surprise you with a drink from my coffee shop after hearing of your ailment, so I came to visit."
'Play it cool, play it cool...'
Moon steeled his nerves, feigning innocence.
"Oh, well that's nice of you. I'll be okay though, just really need some rest."
"Oh?"
Moon froze.
"See, it's interesting to hear you say that, because I was just told something else."
Moon didn't dare speak.
"When I came here to visit and make sure you weren't in need of anything, Sun, confused, informed me that you'd been feeling fine. No griping about feeling unwell, which Sun assured you'd do in the case of ailment."
Moon grumbled at that.
"Then, I come down here to find you working, not something one typically does whilst unwell."
Carmine let silence hang between them, watching Moon squirm at being caught in a lie.
"Shit..."
"Care to explain yourself?"
Moon sighed.
"I didn't want to go."
It was Carmine's turn to sigh.
"Moon... You can't just avoid coming. That defeats the entire purpose."
"I know! I know, okay? It's been fine enough so far, we're just... getting into really uncomfortable territory."
"I understand your apprehension Moon, but that's part of the therapeutic process."
"I KNOW!"
Moon slammed his fists down on the desk before whirling around to face Carmine, making it a point to use the close proximity to each other to get in their face.
"I know, okay? I'm aware. I accepted a long time ago that I've done some God Awful shit to the people I supposedly loved, especially Sun. Making up for what I've done has been at the front of my mind since I got back. I know that I'm being selfish when I don't go, because it isn't just about me. I know that! The reason I didn't go today is because I'm a coward who can't be confronted by his mistakes, a coward who can't handle his own self hatred because he doesn't deserve to pity himself after everything! The reason I didn't go is because I'm a selfish bastard that's on borrowed time, and scared he's incapable of using that time to change! That deep down, he'll always be a monster that does nothing but abuse the kindness that's given to him... Because that's what Moons do right? We hurt people... So much so that there's a Goddamned sanctuary where others are safe from us."
Carmine stayed silent, watching Moon go lean on a wall for support before giving up and sitting on the floor.
"Tch, I guess Cosmo really does get this pity party shit from me."
Moon reached up and wiped his oil tears away with his sleeve. Not like you'd be able to see it anyway.
Carmine went over and sat next to Moon, who looked at him.
"M'sorry I lied to you."
Carmine merely let out a hum.
"Thank you for the apology. I forgive you."
Moon huffed a laugh before falling back into silence.
"Moon?"
"Hm?"
"Is that what you think of me?"
Moon looked up.
"Huh?"
"I am a Moon. Do you believe me to only be capable of harming others?"
Moon's heart dropped.
"Oh God... Carmie, I didn't mean it like that. Hell you're probably one of the better ones of us."
"If that's the case, why believe you are incapable of change?"
"Carmie..."
"Moon, you have no way of knowing what I was like before the Haven, what any of us were like before then. Who's to say that we're all the same, and if some of us have changed, who's to say that you can't, that you haven't already? All that being said, like it or not, part of making up for the past means putting effort into the future. We will have to continue eventually."
Moon sighed.
"I know you're right... I hate that you're right."
Moon had his arms wrapped around himself, eyes on the floor.
"Moon, should you wish, I have no qualms about coming here instead."
Moon let out a laugh of disbelief, unsure if he'd heard correctly.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I'll come here. So long as you wish me too and no one minds. Be it you wish to do something whilst we talk or merely stay in your room, if that makes you more comfortable, I'll come. Just tell me if that's ever needed.
Moon fell silent, staring at Carmine like they'd grown a second head.
"Thank you, Carmie."
Moon said after a while, slumping into Carmine's side.
Carmine made a surprised hum, making Moon jolt upright.
"Shit! I'm sorry Carmie, I don't know why I did that. I-"
Carmine gently pulled Moon back into their side, squeezing his arm.
"It's fine Moon, I don't mind."
Moon let himself relax, albeit a bit awkwardly.
After a while of comfortable quiet, Carmine spoke up.
"Moon."
"Yeah?"
"Tell me, are you still in your own head?"
Moon winced.
"That obvious, huh?"
"Yes."
"Sorry."
"No need to apologize. What is it?"
"I was an ass earlier... Not just for lying, but for the outburst. You're just trying to look out for me."
"I appreciate your acknowledgement Moon, though I must assure you it's fine."
"It's not fine, but I appreciate your forgiveness."
"Of course. Not to mention I probably should have handled it a little differently. Cornering you the way I did was less than appropriate."
Moon let out his signature chuckle.
"Yehehah what was that? You really startled me, and that's not an easy thing to do."
"I don't really know. I suppose I didn't want you ignoring me."
"Soho you pin me?"
Carmine let out an embarrassed chuckle.
"Heh yes, well, I suppose It is my turn to ask for forgiveness. That was far too abrasive."
"Don't worry about it."
Moon paused.
"Just... Don't use that tone again. Please."
"Tone?"
Carmine tilted their head.
"I- Never mind."
Moon shook his head, the genuine ease in it made Carmine decide to drop it for now.
"Yes, well I suppose I should let you get back to what you were working on."
Carmine stood with Moon following suit.
"You can stay if you want, I wasn't really doing anything of importance. The coding I was doing was more of a cover to make myself look busy, which ended up not working anyway because I was supposed to be sick. You'd think I'd be better at making cover stories considering everything my family and I have had to go through."
Moon had begun to ramble, as he sometimes did, causing him to completely miss the change in Carmine's demeanor.
"Anyway, my point is, I wasn't really doing anything impor-tant..."
Moon instantly trailed off upon realizing how close Carmine had gotten.
"You heard me coming, and planned that?"
"I wouldn't say I planned it so much as I acted quickly..."
"I see..."
"You good?"
"Mm."
"Carmie."
Carmine didn't reply, turning away slightly, with their arms crossed.
"Wha- Carmie-! Come on!"
Carmine stayed quiet, struggling to hide their amusement.
"What is this, a Tomodachi Life argument?"
Carmine let out a snort at that, revealing their true feelings.
Moon snickered and rolled his eyes in turn.
"I guess I deserved that."
"Yes, I would say you did."
Carmine quipped, offering a hand to Moon's shoulder which just so happened to graze across his neck.
"Hrk!"
Carmine pulled back their hand at Moon's jolt, worried they had hurt him somehow.
"My apologizes Moon. Are you injured?"
"No, no I'm okay."
Moon hugged himself, trying to start walking away. Before he could however, Carmine reached out and ran their fingertips along Moon's neck again.
Moon made a noise akin to static before a snicker slipped out.
"Caharmiehe, don't."
Moon rubbed his neck.
"Moon..."
Moon stiffened, hoping against hope that Carmine hadn't connected the dots.
He felt Carmine come up behind him and lean down like they'd done before.
"You wouldn't happen to be ticklish, would you?"
"Nope!"
Moon bolted, leaving Carmine behind in the lab.
"Hmhmhm~"
Carmine followed, not yet bothering to properly chase after Moon.
Moon ran down the hall, startling Sun and Dahlia, who were having tea on the couch and discussing magic lessons.
"That's strange... I would've expected this twenty minutes ago, not now."
"Yeah... Oh! Hey, Carmie?"
"Yes Sun?"
Carmine paused their pursuit to turn in Sun's direction.
"What caused this all of a sudden? You went down there like, twenty minutes ago."
Carmine chuckled.
"Yes, well, I have found something out about Moon that amuses me greatly, and if I'm being frank about it, serves as a perfect way to get back at him for lying to me."
"Lying to you?"
Dahlia asked.
"About feeling ill"
"Ah, I see."
"Of course..."
Sun muttered, shaking his head.
"And what is this new found information, if I may ask?"
Dahlia inquired, sipping their tea.
"It would appear that he is ticklish."
Sun snorted.
"Oho yeah. If you ask me, it's about time karma catches up to him for all the little pranks he pulls."
Sun sipped his tea before continuing.
"Just be careful. He's a kicker, and on rare occasions he gets playful as a result and retaliates. I swear, it's like a cat getting the zoomies. You didn't hear that from me though."
Sun said, giving Carmine a pointed look.
Dahlia giggled as Carmine nodded.
"Thank you for the information Sun, I'm sure it will prove useful. Now, if you'll excuse me-"
"Carmie."
Sun spoke before they could walk away.
"Yes?"
"Make sure you time this right if you don't want him to crack right away, but if you've ever wondered how high his voice box can go? Two words: Back loop."
Dahlia looked at Sun in surprise.
"You have no qualms about outing your brother's weaknesses, do you?"
"In harmless cases like this? No. Plus, I know how much Moon trusts Carmie, and that means I can trust them not to truly abuse any of the information."
Hearing that warmed both Dahlia and Carmine's hearts.
"Thank you for your trust in me, Sun."
"Don't thank me. If Moon didn't trust you the way he does, I wouldn't even let you touch him. Hell, he wouldn't be playing into it the way he is, he'd have just hurt you. That being said, the anticipation is probably driving him up the wall at this point. You should go."
"Yes. Enjoy your tea you two."
"Thank you!"
"Thanks."
With that, Carmine left them in favor of finding Moon.
They trailed down the hall, tapping on doors and listening for a reaction. After checking the closets and bathrooms, they finally found Moon's bedroom door.
Carmine wrapped their knuckles on the door, and chuckled when they heard Moon swear.
"Moon, I'd like to come in."
Moon snorted.
"Yeah right, like you're going to take no for an answer!"
"Hmm~ I suppose you're right. I intend to follow through with this little encounter."
They heard Moon grumble.
"Well the door's locked so there!"
"I'll break it if I must."
"You're paying for it!"
"Very well."
With that, Carmine smashed the door knob with their first, shattering the lock along with part of the frame.
Moon let out a shriek more akin to something Cosmo was capable of as Carmine pushed open the door.
"I didn't think you'd actually do it! What the hell?!"
"I told you, Moon. Money is of no consequence to me. It will be repaired, don't worry."
Moon and Carmine stood at a stand still on opposite sides of the bed. Without warning, Carmine launched across the bed, causing Moon to scream and dodge to the side, barely escaping Carmine grip before bolting out the door and back down the hall.
This time, Carmine gave proper chase, bounding out after Moon in sharp strides. To Carmine's surprise, and admittedly delight, he heard breathless laughter, bordering on giggling, coming from the animatronic in front of them.
"Dehehear God! Why ahahare you soho persistent?!"
Moon made a sharp turn into the kitchen, quickly putting the table between himself and the entrance about half a second before Carmine slid into the wooden frame.
The two of them stood and stared at each other, panting for breath they technically didn't require.
"You done?"
Moon snarked, laughter bubbling into his words.
"Hardly."
Carmine slowly approached the table, stalling for a beat before rapidly leaning to the more open half of the room, causing Moon to bolt down the narrow side. In a beat, Carmine leapt back and clothes lined Moon with their arm before yanking Moon to themselves, keeping his arms carefully pinned at his sides in the process.
"Goddamnit! That was dirty!"
Moon squirmed, kicking out his feet to try and land a blow, though not a serious one.
"Hmhm! It seems Sun was correct, you are a kicker."
Moon blanched.
"WHA- Oh that DICK! I swear to God, I'm gonna kill hiiIM-! Carmie!"
Before Moon could finish his outburst, he was effortlessly picked up and thrown over Carmine's shoulder.
"Yes, well, that'll have to wait."
Carmine hummed as he sauntered down the hall back to Moon's room, his tail swishing like a proud cat who'd caught a prize.
Upon coming into sight of the living room, Dahlia covered their mouth in amused surprise. Sun on the other hand, let out a choked cackle.
"Ohoho my God! How you doing there, Moon?"
"You! You're an ass! How much did you say?!"
Sun groaned.
"I told you that you didn't hear it from me! Now I'm going to have to deal with him later!"
"Damn straight you will! I swear when I get to you I'll- AHA!"
Moon's rant was cut off by the feeling of Carmine's hand spidering across the back of his knee.
"Now Moon, be nice~"
Sun smirked.
"Yeah Moon, chill out."
Moon swore at Sun through his titters, weakly slapping Carmine back.
"Whatehehever he said, juhuhust know he outed hihihimself too!"
Carmine and Dahlia glanced at each other before looking at Sun, who was flustered to high heaven.
"MOON! YOU ASSHOLE!"
"You aren't denying it..."
Dahlia spoke slowly, mischief etched deep in their tone and glinting in their eyes.
"Dahlia... Don't."
Sun scooted away, distrust in his eyes.
Carmine snickered.
"Good luck, Sun."
With a final spluttering from Sun, Carmine continued down the hall, spidering all the while.
Shortly after lightly shutting the door- or what was left of it- with their foot, a squealing plea rang out. It seemed as though Dahlia wasn't feeling particularly merciful today.
Letting out an amused hum, Carmine tossed Moon onto his bed. Moon gave an 'omph!' as he bounced. Carmine clambered onto the bed.
"Do let me know if anything I do causes you discomfort, alright?"
"Okay..."
Carmine straddled Moon legs with ease, using their knees to keep Moon hands pressed close to his sides.
Carmine slid their fingertips under the hem of Moon's turtleneck, lightly trailing and tapping their way up Moon's sides.
Moon sucked in a breath.
"I've barely touched you."
Carmine's voice was a mix of endeared and teasy.
"Nervous-"
"You needn't be. Just relax."
"Thahat's easy for you to say!"
"Hm, yes I suppose it is. I do mean it though, try to let loose for the time being."
Carmine slowed the sliding of their hands to a halt.
"Heh..."
Moon watched giddily as Carmine seemed to take the time to survey him.
After an agonizing moment, Carmine's hands shot out and began to rapidly skitter across Moon's stomach.
"Hhh-Ehehehehe!"
Moon instinctively began to struggle, fighting against Carmine's weight as a string of breathless giggles overtook him.
Carmine merely chuckled at the sound before going back to Moon's sides to properly tickle them.
"KrHHHrh- Shihihihit!"
"Tell me Moon, are you holding back, or am I not tickling you hard enough~?"
Before Moon could snap back a response, Carmine's hands found his belly again, only this time, they raked their metallic nails up and down, up and down at such a speed and intensity that Moon didn't stand a chance of holding back.
Moon let out a startled gasp before crumbling at the sensations.
Carmine giggled happily, pleased with the result and unrelenting.
"Yes Moon? What is it?"
"IHIHI- I SWEHEHEAR I'M GONNAHAHA-"
Before Moon could finish the thought, Carmine slammed their hands on either side of Moon's head.
"You'll what, Moon? Go ahead, follow through."
Carmine's voice dropped to that tone again.
"Uhhh..."
It was rare to see Moon at a loss for something to say, but for a brief moment he was.
And then the snark came back.
"I'll get you back. You can't tell me that you don't have a similar weakness."
Carmine grinned, enjoying the fact that Moon seemed to be reciprocating their teasing to some degree.
"Even so, I'd like to see you try. By the time I'm done, you won't be able to form words, much less best me long enough to tickle me."
Moon's eyes gleamed eagerly at the challenge, a rare, delightful spark burning in his gut.
"I'll take that challenge. Let's see if you're as much of a monster as you're claiming you are. Throw me into hysterics."
Carmine said nothing, a giddy silence settling between the two as they processed the daring request.
Then the laughter started, low, rumbling laughter laced with disbelief.
Carmine shook their head.
"I just want to clarify, you're giving me permission to push you to your absolute breaking point, correct?"
Moon bit back his nerves. He was ticklish yes, but what's the worst this coffee shop running ball of assurance could do?
"Yep. You can pick up on genuine distress no problem, and just in case, I soon as I say... 'Gold' you stop. Deal?"
Carmine nodded seriously.
"Deal."
"Good."
Moon grinned a cocky grin, eyes glinting with mischief and over-confidence.
"Do your worst."
Oho, how they were going to have fun with him.
Carmine lowered their face to Moon's ear, their voice brimming with a vicious glee.
"As you wish.~"
Faster than he could blink, Carmine's hands had returned to his belly, raking with renewed fervor as their mouth found his neck, blowing a relentless string of raspberries.
Moon jolted, instinctively trying to shove his head down.
"OHOHOHO MY GOHOHOD-!"
Moon drew in a breath that immediately became a shriek as Carmine switched to the other side of his neck.
"HOHOHOLY SHIHIHIHIT- CARMIE WAHAHAHIT!"
'Holy shit! I didn't think it'd be this intense right off!'
"Why should I? I thought you wanted my worst?"
Moon let out a wheeze, squirming in ticklish panic.
I've been working on the follow up fic to "A Curse Of The Mortal Body" because I've really enjoyed getting back to it after straight up forgetting about it for so long, but something just isn't flowing right.
The storytelling and dialogue starts out great, it sounds like Narinder and Lamb and portrays the type of relationship I like to write them in, and then halfway in, it's like they've turned into monotone lumps.
Dialogue often can make or break a fic or book for me both as a writer and a reader, of course perfection is a myth but I still want it to feel like the characters and not blank slates.
Anyways, I'm probably gonna watch some comic dubs, game dialogue, and read some fics to refresh my writing style for these two. I just wanted to make it known that it hasn't been forgotten again, it's just a bitch right now.
In the meantime, I think I'm gonna put out a Lee!Moon Ler!Carmie fic I had on the list to oil the creative gears while I study my cotl fic. That way at least something new is happening.
Thanks for ya'll's patience, it means a lot. I just wanna get my damn dialogue to match up.
So I noticed something the other day... My cotl fic "A Curse of the Mortal Body" has been getting interaction again, (So happy you enjoy it! Thank you!!) and it occurred to me that I never posted the follow up. No biggie, right? I've gotten back around to finishing it up!
I posted it in December of 2024... As we all know, it is now 2026... I forgot about it, for over a year?! How?! A busy year perhaps? I don't know!
Anyways... Expect that soon. (Aiming for the end of this month) As well as a Moon and Cosmos fic I have in mind because the lore episodes have gotten heavy as of late, and I need a pick-me-up.
One final word on this. I want people who are feeling guilty or uneasy putting their time and/or money into Pressure to take this to heart.
Yes, support for the game now needs to end. Yes we absolutely need to uplift Ren.
But we also should remember that we did not know about the horrible events and thus could not have even made the choice to stop supporting.
Ren even said themselves that they weren’t trying to damage anything for us but they needed to speak their truth and wanted us to have the right to choose based on their truth.
We don’t have to, nor do I think we should, have guilt. Because we couldn’t have known, and it’s not about us, it’s about uplifting Ren.
What matters now is what we do with this information going forward.
This is probably where I’m going to leave this, as part of me is worried about unintentionally giving Zeal any more attention from this. I want Ren to have peace and I don’t want to give Zeal anything to grasp onto.
Take care to Ren, the fanbase who is rightfully repulsed and sad, and the VA’s who made the right choice, but still lost a role they loved. I wanted to make this post to ease aching hearts and remind ourselves one final time that it isn’t about our guilt. It’s about Ren’s story.
I’m not going to lie and say I have words for this. I don’t. I was reluctant to even make a post about this because, understandably so, people are pissed. But it doesn’t feel right not saying anything at all.
First I want to offer my support and condolences to Ren. I’m so sorry and so ill on your behalf. Please take care of yourself. Thank you for letting us have the right to know who we were supporting. 🩵
As for pressure itself. I had already drifted from playing the game due to the revelations about the Roblox platform itself so that won’t change.
I personally will not be putting any art or anything out until some serious action is taken. If at all. I don’t blame the community or the characters and I understand people are feeling that way too, but for me personally, I’m not comfortable with it right now. I won’t be deleting what I’ve already made, as it has to do with Sebastian and only Sebastian, but no new stuff will be posted.
I’m sorry to everyone whose comfort game got ruined for them. I get it, it sucks, believe me I’m upset too. Hell, I just purchased the Sebastian figure a week ago before I found out. But please remember to try and support Ren in this time. It’s about them, not us.
If the VA’s quit their jobs, we can quit the fandom.
Some updates are going to be popping up sometime after/In between the upcoming holidays so keep an eye out for that! Nothing major appearance wise, and some changes in rules/type of content. Although those changes shouldn't be massive either. I'm hopeful for them in fact!
THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I SAID!! He said that and I was like "Wait, hold on, what??"
and judging by the foreshadowing of Alastor's attention shifting towards Lucifer for one reason or another, we'll likely get some very entertaining (and possibly very lee Luci coded scenes-) in the future.
Hello there! I saw that you want to have some Roblox pressure ideas to write. I was wondering if you would like to make something with Sebastian and the expendable? Maybe him either A comforting the reader, or B the reader comforting him./nf I hope you’re doing well and have a good rest of your day! Remember to stay hydrated 🩵
[GOD FINALLY I FINISHED THIS AAAA-]
The Kind of Touch You’ve Longed For
Fandom: Roblox Pressure
Characters: Reader/You (Ler), Sebastian (Lee)[written as platonic, but go wild lol]
Words: 8649 words
CW: mild swearing, mentions of dying/death, mentions of blood, etc.
Summary: You and Sebastian may not be the closest of pals, but when you see someone who you’ve grown to care for, panicked and vulnerable, you can’t help, but be there for him…
A/N: OK OK— THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE BECAUSE MY GOD— I was so excited to write this, I started writing it…and then it was like all creativity lost me in the moment. But I got a new phone and I was determined to finish this fic before I transferred to it (for some reason ajdhck-) truthfully, I don’t know how to feel about this fic…it’s long and wordy, but I’ve heard that people starting taking a liking to longer tkl fics with more exposition and stuff, so who knows? maybe this is more of a normal fic with tkling sprinkled in- or maybe the propaganda I’ve been spreading all this time finally works out? I’ve also never written in the second-person until this fic, soooo yeah hdjdjd— I hope you can enjoy this terrible fic anyhow…I’m so sleep deprived
You are expendable. You spent 93 days in prison; not even a quarter of the time you were expected to spend in containment. At least you think so? You can’t remember what you were charged with. You can’t remember whether you actually committed the crime or not. You can’t remember what prison you were whisked off to. You can’t even remember your own name, not really anyways. But you supposed that none of that really matters anymore.
Because one day, three men from the highly recognizable company, Urbanshade, approached the inmates of your prison with an offer— become members of their EXR-P Team and go to their abandoned site at the bottom of the ocean to retrieve a very important artifact (a crystal, you think it was?) with the promise of not only freedom and a complete wipe of any and all criminal records, but a large sum of money that would keep any person well off for the rest of their life.
You took that offer, as did many of your fellow inmates. As you squished into a large bus with an overwhelming and varied cast of prisoners, you thought about the whole ordeal, wondering if this was really happening. You wondered why this was happening at all. You may be a convict, but you weren’t dense or a brute: there just had to be something the officials weren’t telling you, or anyone else for that matter— after all, why would they be offering something so incredible just to retrieve a crystal, especially with the chance of letting a dangerous criminal go off scott-free? It had to be dangerous; it was the only reason they would be so desperate to offer this to prisoners, and you prepared yourself for the inevitable consequences. For harsh treatment from everyone and everything around you.
Once you arrived at a checkpoint of sorts, you were slipped into a waterproof jumpsuit and diving gear, lovingly included with a bomb strapped to your neck that would go off should you disobey orders. Fantastic. You were brought over to a loading dock with your fellow inmates, full of other prisoners Urbanshade guards had already led to the dock. Situated at each dock was a submarine, some bigger to fit an entire expedition of people and tinier ones should anyone want to go alone or with a smaller group. You had chosen to go alone, more terrified of the people you would be paired with than whatever could possibly be down there.
But man…Never in your life did you expect what you saw down there.
Terrifying creatures beyond comprehension, some defying any laws of science you knew about. Swift and relentless, bloodthirsty and horrifying…and yet it felt like a game to them all, a race to see who could kill you first…Which one was going to be the one to cause your death? And cause your death they did— over and over and over again. You can hardly remember the first time you died, the second, third, fourth, or fifth…But you remembered you’ve died a lot, and you remembered that it hurt every time. In some runs, by sheer misfortune, you died before you even made it half-way through the Blacksite. By even worse misfortune, you would croak just before the few final doors to the end, harboring a crystal you’ve never managed to even lay a finger on, the very item that would guarantee your freedom.
You were trapped in an endless cycle of living, dying, getting revived; rinse and repeat. It got to the point where you weren’t sure you were ever going to get that crystal— honestly, with how tough everything was down here, you weren’t sure anyone was going to be able to get that crystal. You were hopelessly trapped…but you digress: thanks to your eternal resetting, you learned quite a lot about the structure of the Blacksite. Every room was starting to become more and more familiar to you, getting to the point where you were able to label rooms accordingly with their pros and cons, and were able to accurately predict what items would be in the room and where. You began to learn more and more about the inhabitants of this place— every Angler variant, Eyefestation, Squiddles, the Good People, Wall Dwellers, that stupid Pandemonium that never failed to kill you almost every run…and more.
But there was one entity that piqued your interest the most. One entity that never failed to put a small smile on your face…or make you groan from annoyance as he berated you for dying to whatever threat that killed you.
Sebastian Solace— aka ‘the Saboteur’, aka ‘Z-13’, aka whatever other dumb nickname Urbanshade gave him, aka your only goddamn friend in this goddamn place.
Every time you died, he would appear before you, giving you a document containing information on what you died to with hints on how to avoid your [eventual] demise. But he wasn’t just some weird creature from limbo that acknowledged your strange immortality— every run, at around the halfway point, he would be there: trading you useful wares in exchange for any research you may have collected. You remembered the first time you managed to make it that far, crawling into a vent after a raspy voice whispered for you to enter. You remembered being almost mortified at the sight of a large humanoid towering over you, harboring an anglerfish esca, a jagged mouth, three eyes and arms, fish fins for ears, and a long, long tail. Even when he assured you that he wasn’t going to hurt you, you cowered at the mere appearance of the being before you, which he seemed to take some sort of pride in.
After a few runs though, you became used to the monstrous and mutated appearance that belonged to Sebastian Solace — it wasn’t like you had much of a choice — but something about him lingered in you every time you saw him. He was definitely much more human than entity, evident by the way he talked and acted and moved his hands around. You became curious about his character, and every time you were revived by some mysterious force, you found yourself eager to see him; you justified it under the reasoning that Sebastian was really the only sapient person there you could talk to, aside from the few times you were respawned with a group of other Expendables (and that one voice that appeared on the screens of the Blacksite, which you later learned was named ‘p.AI.nter’).
Of course, that wasn’t a complete lie — it did become refreshing after a while to hear another person’s voice — but you knew your curiosity ran deeper than that. You wanted to know more about him; you wanted to know why he felt so much more human than most of the other entities down there.
During one of your later runs, you had racked up a lot of loose data, though that wasn’t entirely difficult if you searched well enough. You had miraculously gotten to that blessed halfway point where Sebastian’s shop was waiting for you. He welcomed you with a classic snarky remark of his, and you wasted no time buying a Medkit that you desperately needed. You had plenty of light sources on hand, so you figured you would just buy a few batteries to hold you off. As you approached the table where they were, counting the correct amount of research you had to give, you noticed something off to the side of them that you hadn’t before— it was a simple document priced at $1000 worth of research. You wondered briefly about the high price and was about to brush it off before you noticed the title of the folder.
Z-13 — “The Saboteur”
The words ‘The Saboteur’, however, had been crudely crossed out and replaced with another name: Sebastian.
This was Sebastian’s file..?!
You stared at the file for a good while, dumbfounded by the fact that such an important document was just sitting there. Not only that, but it was being sold. You always wanted to learn more about the resident shopkeeper, and now, here was an opportunity to do so! You quickly checked your collection of data, realizing you had more than enough on hand to buy the batteries you wanted and the file; something Sebastian himself seemed to take notice of as he snapped his fingers in front of your face, catching you off-guard. “Hey! You gonna buy something, or are you just gonna stand there like an idiot?”, he huffed, his voice laced with both annoyance and curiosity.
You blinked, glancing at the document and Sebastian interchangeably, a silent way of asking him if it was really okay to purchase something so personal. He didn’t seem to pick up on it, which only made you wonder more if this was really something you should ask about. But after a few more seconds of consideration, you figured it wouldn’t be for sale if Sebastian didn’t want anybody reading it — you knew the giant fish man was far from shy about expressing any sort of annoyance or disdain towards a situation — so you quickly bought a few batteries, then pointed to the file to purchase it before you changed your mind. He didn’t seem surprised by your action, which kind of reassured you a little bit about digging into his personal life. “Alright! I’ll have it ready for you to read when you’re at the surface again.”
You silently wondered why you couldn’t just read it now, but you decided to avoid asking such things in fear of Sebastian getting upset. After dying to…what was it that you died to? You don’t remember. Either way, you died and spawned back on the surface. No-one was surprised by your return or presence, as if you never got on a submarine at all…Now that you were here, you took the opportunity to read Sebastian’s file…
The words typed in that file horrified you.
A simple folder in your little hands spoke of a poor man (he didn’t seem to be any older than 19…) who was wrongfully convicted of murder and sentenced to the death penalty…before Urbanshade scooped him up and made him undergo a terrifying genetic experiment to give human beings gills. When he was finally found innocent of the crimes he was accused of years later, Urbanshade willingly withheld such information and kept him locked away in the Blacksite. It had been at least a decade since then. You knew your face had contorted into one of terror and sympathy, and you could feel Sebastian’s gaze morph as he watched your face take the shape it did.
You didn’t bother to look back at him though— it felt a little awkward to stare at him after reading something like that, so you had just quietly slid the file back to him. He didn’t say anything to you and you wouldn’t say anything back. You knew he wouldn’t want your pity, so saying anything about what you had read would’ve just annoyed him. But ever since that deep dive into his personal life and situation, you decided to make his life as easy as you could.
You never lingered in his shop more than you needed to, and you made sure to keep a respectable distance from him. You never blinded him with a flash beacon or tried to jump on him, unlike other members of your group if you were in one. You didn’t jab your keycard into his wares or ask for a discount. You always made sure to come into his shop— even if you didn’t necessarily need anything at the moment, you made sure to buy something, suspecting that the fish man needed the loose assets for some revenge plan against Urbanshade or perhaps even freedom.
He seemed to take notice of your intentions…and somehow strived to be extra annoying and disrespectful towards you. He grumbled every time you entered before putting on an exaggerated faux voice of kindness. Whenever you died and met him in limbo, he made sure to berate you even more than usual.
“I'm glad to see that Urbanshade is only sending their best and brightest.”
“Yeah, I'm sure the locker with audible breathing is the perfect place to hide.”
“I didn't exactly have the highest expectations for you, but this? You died to this?”
“You are scum and deserve every piece of shrapnel stuck in your face.”
You rolled your eyes at all the petty insults and harmful teases. Maybe spat out a few curses and groans right in Sebastian’s face, who seemed to take immense pride in lowering any self-confidence you had, but that smug face would wash away the minute you made it to his shop in another run and treated him with the same kindness and respect you’ve been doing. You could tell he didn’t understand it, and he seemed aggravated at your kindness, just as you suspected. But what were you to do? You couldn’t help but feel sympathy towards him. You wouldn’t feel right messing with him, no matter how many times he seemed to try to convince you to hate him.
…Was he trying to convince you to hate him? Who would want to be hated..?
Eventually, Sebastian just…straight up stopped talking to you. He would greet you with a simple ‘hey’, watching you almost intensely as you bought whatever you needed without a word. Once you left, he didn’t even grace you with a goodbye most of the time, usually opting with a simple hum or grumble. Was this his next grand idea to get you to hate him? To simply ignore you until you cracked and bothered him for his attention? You had to admit: if that was his plan, it almost worked on several occasions. But you wouldn’t do it.
You had your strange morals — those little sets of values that were probably the only thing left of you that was human now — and you would continue to follow them, much to Sebastian’s dismay…
And relief.
Currently, you were in the submarine, ready to begin another run. You couldn’t remember how many runs you had done before this, but you knew it was a lot. As you descended into the depths below for probably the hundredth time, your mind wandered to the Submarine Bay, where you noticed multiple submarines being launched downwards at once. It was weird to think that other EXR-P teams were in the Blacksite along with me, but you just never encountered them. How big was the Hadal Blacksite that you never have crossed paths with any other Expendables? Maybe they just died too quickly? Who knows? Certainly not you.
Either way, it didn’t take long before you reached the Blacksite, and once the submarine docked, you unloaded out of the vehicle and began your run…which, in itself, had barely anything that surprised you— there was the classic first Angler encounter, a few empty rooms with only a few pieces of data, followed by p.AI.nter locking you in a room with Eyefestation, a few more empty rooms, more Angler encounters…It was a generic run in your eyes, but you were thankful to have learned enough that you got away with minimal damage. You walked with a certain grace to your steps: shaky and scared, but still under the guise of confidence like you knew what you were doing.
Granted, you did know what you were doing, but still.
You took the time to loot drawers any time you could, which would soon prove to be useful as bad luck seemed to be a thorn at your side this run— you were unable to find many useful items, only obtaining a lantern and a lot of code breachers. Regardless, you managed to survive with limited resources and an unhealthy dose of adrenaline. After facing an encounter with the Searchlights and p.AI.nter locking you in a room yet again with not only Eyefestation, but with a bunch of turrets, you were approaching the halfway point, and that meant one thing…
Sebastian’s shop.
You entered Room #53, hoping you would get lucky and find his shop right away, only to find no vent in sight. You sighed, keeping your spirits up as you traversed through the next door. Room #52 came next, and there was still no sign of Sebastian’s shop. You could see the next door ahead, noticing it had a keycard scanner. The room didn’t look too big, you opted for searching for the keycard instead of using a code breacher. As you checked each drawer in the room however, your ears picked up on some sort of noise. You quickly eyed the closest locker — no Voidmass inside — just in case you needed to hide, but no visual cues ever came.
The noises were still going though, and you tried to listen closely to try and make out what that sound could possibly be. It definitely sounded loud…and you could almost pick up some sort of voice amongst the noise. Try as you might, you couldn’t identify the sound, but you could tell the sound was up ahead…Soon enough, you found the keycard and entered Room #51, and you realized that the noises had indeed gotten louder. Now that you were closer to the source…your eyes widened as you recognized the sound. It was Sebastian’s voice. He seemed upset.
You blink, wondering what was going on before hearing something akin to a trigger being pulled followed by a thud, albeit faintly. You hum in confusion, looting drawers again real quick, as you open the door to Room #50. As you did so, you heard another trigger being pulled, now much clearer…this time though, it was followed by a gunshot.
Oh no.
You rushed towards Room #49 before hearing more and more triggers go off. You stand there as more and more gunshots fill the room much louder than you thought they would be. Sebastian’s shop had to be the next room over, considering how loud each gunshot was. You counted each one, concluding that about five bullets were used in the time you spent in the room. There was silence for a moment…then a thud…followed by a whimpering sort of noise. Your heart began to race for some reason, and you didn’t even bother to loot anymore as you rushed once more to the door. It was locked by a keycard, but you didn’t bother to try and look for it. You fumbled with the code breacher in your hand before jamming it into the scanner.
The door opened to reveal Room #48. The whimpering — no…crying — was coming from this room…or rather, the open vent in the room. It had already been flung open, probably for the EXR-P team you assumed was now dead in Sebastian’s shop. You quietly walked towards the vent and kneeled down, wondering if you should really go in here or not before ultimately deciding that you wanted to check up on your…friend? Sebastian. You wanted to check up on Sebastian. So against your better judgment, you crawled through the vent, the smell of fresh blood wafting up your nose. It disgusted you, but you reminded yourself that you have smelled, seen, and felt worse.
You finally crawled to the end of the vent shaft, blinking in terror as you saw six dead bodies covering the whole floor. Blood trickled out of gunshot wounds either to their heads or chests. The sight was enough to horrify you, but the sound that drew you in the vent in the first place pulled you out of your terror. Sebastian seemed to be…crying. Which confused you…He didn’t seem like the type to ever want to shed a tear! It felt such a breach of privacy to be doing this, but you wouldn’t feel right about yourself if you didn’t even at least try and be there for him.
You slowly moved your body out of the vent and into the shop, careful not to step on the dead remains of other humans. Your head averted itself to the spot where Sebastian normally was perched, but instead of a tall, snarkily confident figure to greet you, there was a timid, curled up creature that didn’t even acknowledge your presence. He didn’t even seem to hear you come in…You could tell he seemed to be spiraling, his claws grasping his coat as he sobbed into his forearms. What…happened?
Whatever. You needed some way to get his attention, but you didn’t want to scare or anger him…After careful consideration, you sat down on the ground, grossed out at the dead bodies around you before turning to the still crying fish mutant.
Sebastian..?
The shopkeeper perked up in surprise before hissing and facing you with anger and fear. Once he noticed it was you, his face morphed into confusion and disbelief, yet anger and fear were still present in the moment as well. You blinked at the raggedy appearance of Sebastian— you were used to seeing him a little disheveled, but not like this…
You were sorry to come in so suddenly…You just heard some commotion and—
“Get. Out.”
What..?
“GET OUT!!!”
You flinched in surprise as he yelled at you, and you couldn’t help, but notice tears streaming down his face as he did so. His pupils had also shrunk to reveal his black sclera, and his lure was hardly lit. Normally, you were keen to make sure to respect his space, but…you just couldn’t leave him like this! Crying all on his own…Besides, if you died because of this, you would just come back anyway.
You’re sorry, but you just couldn’t go yet. Not until you know everything’s okay.
Sebastian seemed stunned by your words; much too stunned to protest. You stood up from your spot on the ground and looked at the bodies, along with a bunch of broken flash beacons scattered across the floor. You sigh.
People just don’t know when to quit, huh?
You started to pick up the broken flash beacons one by one, stepping over the dead bodies to place them on a shelf and arranging them to be somewhat neat. You then look at the dead bodies and grimace at the sight. You’re not sure what to do with them, but you figured Sebastian would once he gets better. So, with a deep breath, you carefully picked up the cold limp bodies of fellow humans and lined them against one of the walls, farther away from Sebastian, who watched you in disbelief as you did so. Once all the bodies were lined up neatly — a sentence you never thought you’d say — you turned back to Sebastian, who was still shuddering and crying from whatever happened.
Sebastian..?
“S-Stay back! Leave…LEAVE NOW! YOU’RE LUCKY I’M WARNING YOU AT ALL!”, he exclaimed angrily, lifting himself up a little to appear more threatening; but you weren’t swayed. You didn’t move forward, but you didn’t budge either. That seemed to aggravate him a little more, his claw-like hands gripping in a sort of threatening manner. “I SAID TO GO AWAY!!! WHAT PART OF THAT DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?!”, he yelled, louder this time. You simply shook your head.
You couldn’t leave yet. Not when your friend wasn’t doing well.
Sebastian’s eyes widened before he growled, his back and tail arched like a hissing cat. “You…idiot. I could kill you…I could kill you JUST LIKE I KILLED THOSE IDIOTS BEHIND YOU FOR MESSING WITH ME!”, he exclaimed, “YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO DIE, BUT I CAN STILL MAKE IT PAINFUL!!! NOW GO AWAY!!!” You simply shook your head again. A bewildered expression stretched across his face.
You couldn’t do that. You needed to make sure he was alright.
He stared at you for a few seconds before his hands clenched into fists. “Why…? Why are you still here..?! Aren’t you afraid of me?! The MONSTER?! THE MUTANT CREATURE?! THE SABOTEUR?! DON’T PRETEND YOU SEE ANYTHING MORE THAN THAT WHEN YOU LOOK AT ME!”
You didn’t need to pretend anything. You were here because you wanted to make sure he was alright. You’ve never seen him cry before. Whatever happened before you got here must’ve been bad.
Sebastain’s breathing was deep, yet fast. He was on the verge of hyperventilating, his chest rising and falling at a rate you knew wasn’t safe. His expression showed he wasn’t used to this care, nor was he expecting it from you of all people. The confusion was making his anxiety rise, and you could feel start to lose himself. Without giving it much thought, you sat down in front of him again, criss-cross, and smiled patiently.
You knew Sebastian and you weren’t friends or anything, but you cared about him all the same, so you were going to stick around until he was back to his snarky, crabby self.
You put your hand to your chest, making sure he was watching you. Your hand lifted upwards as you breathed in, then slowly lowered as you breathed out. You made sure to do this slowly, but continuously. You knew it was almost childish, and you didn’t know how Sebastian would take it, but eventually you noticed that he began to copy you to some degree, his breathing getting less harsh and more controlled; and once you were sure his breathing would stay normal, you peered at his face once more. Tears still stained his face, but they weren’t flowing as freely anymore, and his pupils had dilated back to ‘normal’.
The two stared at each-other for a moment, Sebastian combing his fingers through his hair as he stared at you with that same look of bewilderment.
It was clear he had no idea how to respond to suddenly being thrown into a vulnerable situtaion— he clearly didn’t expect someone else to come on by, especially so soon after his rampage. It felt awkward to just leave after witnessing all that, but you ultimately decided you would let Sebastian make the first move…You hoped that first move would be soon though.
Sebastian seemed to glance behind you, taking notice of the way you organized the broken beacons and the dead bodies. He seemed to almost want to laugh at that. “…Didn’t know you were so comfortable touching the dead. You grave-robbed before or something?”, he asked, his voice still a little choked up from crying. You blinked and shrugged in response. Of course something like that would be the first thing he says to you.
Well, when you’re surrounded by the dead on the daily, you tend to grow a tolerance to it all.
Sebastian chuckled at that. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Join the club…”, he muttered with a sigh, tilting his head down and using his other hand to wipe away his stinging eyes, “Urgh…My head is pounding. Thank god you don’t have one of those Imaginary Friends on you…Or any friends for that matter.” You scoffed at the insult, but decided not to let anything distract you from the question you’ve wanted to ask. The words flowed out of your mouth like butter, though a hint of nervousness weaseled its way into your tone.
Sebastian groaned at your question.
“Oh, what do you think, Expendable? I’ve got a hoard of dead bodies lined up oh-so-neatly in my shop, blood painting my walls, and your sorry stubborn ass sitting on my floor watching me fix myself up after the murder of six annoying vermin…”, Sebastian hissed, only a little bit of malice in his voice before he groaned again, “I’m just peachy.”
You’re glad to hear he’s feeling better.
Sebastian grumbled at the obvious happiness you felt. He didn’t seem to have much energy to get up, instead resting his head on his crossed arms and adjusting his long body to get himself a little more comfortable. He seemed to be begrudgingly accepting that you probably weren’t going to hurt him, but that didn’t stop him from glaring at you once he saw no chance of you moving from your spot. Great.
What happened?
“Can’t you tell what happened?”, he answered much too harshly. You rolled your eyes before resting your cheek on your hand.
The entire group flashed Sebastian with all the beacons they had, and he got mad. That was obvious. But you had never seen him so…disheveled before. And you heard a lot of yelling before that.
Sebastian noticeably flinched at your comment before grumbling. “It’s none of your business. They were just pesky nobodies who wanted to harass me. Frankly, you’re not much better. When I tell you to leave, you leave. Got it?”, Sebastian huffed with a low growl that made you flinch. You nod gently.
He was right. You were sorry for overstepping.
Sebastian blinked, his claws digging into his arms once more. “You have got to be kidding…”, he whispered in annoyance. You blinked and tilted his head in curiosity, earning a frustrated noise from Sebastian as he gripped his hair roughly again. “GEURH—!! How can someone be as stubbornly kind as you?! Ever since you read my stupid file, you’ve been treating me like…Like—!”
Like a human being?
“…I don’t need your pity, Expendable. I don’t need anyone’s pity. You think just because you feel sorry for me, it’s going to reverse everything that’s ever been done to me?”, he mumbled, his eyebrow twitching as he stared daggers at you.
Of course not. Nothing you do can ever give Sebastian back what he lost. Besides, you knew he didn’t need your pity. He’s done so much on his own without any support from anyone else. You were just treating him with the human decency he deserved.
Sebastian didn’t say anything, looking down at the floor, then past you at the dead bodies of his fresh kill. He looked back down at the floor and felt his eyes burn once more. No! He wouldn’t cry in front of you…not again.
You took notice of this and frowned empathetically. You hummed in thought before repositioning your sitting position to rest on your knees. The mutant in front of you seemed confused by the action, then realized what you were doing once you patted your lap. He flinched, not knowing if he should feel taunted or disgusted by the action. He looked up at you to complain and reject such a stupid offer…then stopped as he saw you give a gentle smile.
He flinched; something so simple reminded him of something so familiar…He found himself lost between the side of him that had grown hardy to survive in the world he was trapped in and the side of him that longed to feel little and safe again…
He wanted to be safe again. Was that so much to ask? But was he really going to take that risk? With a stranger? Were you even considered a stranger to him anymore?
…Against his better judgement, he gripped at the floor before sliding his whole body towards you, which caught you a little by surprise— you didn’t think he’d accept your offer. Carefully, he rested his head against your lap, his hands settled by your sides in case you tried anything. He watched your hands as best he could, but the minute they left his field of vision, he began to quiver— something he’d never admit to doing in a million years. “If you try anything…”
You wouldn’t. You won’t touch him beyond this. Not without his permission.
Sebastian’s body still shook uncomfortably, but you felt it slowly settle down as he rested on your lap in silence. You both remained that way for a while, him lying down while you hummed a little lullaby you remembered from before all this. That alone seemed to calm him down. It was strange, having such an oddly comforting moment in a hellhole like this…
“…I’m a monster.”
No, he wasn’t.
“I literally am.”
He knows what you mean.
“…Goddammit. You’re too genuine for this place. How in the hell did you even end up down here?”
You don’t remember. Maybe you were some filthy murderer.
“A weakling like you? Nah.”
You and Sebastian sat there in silence for a few more minutes , the only sound around you being the sound of bells, your humming, and Sebastian’s relaxed breathing. Soon enough, you heard the fish man grumble, then felt something graze your hand. It was Sebastian’s hand, and he carefully grabbed it and raised it up until he placed it on his head. “Not a word”, he threatened, “Or I pop your head off.” You agreed to his murderous terms and began to gently run your fingers through his hair. It was wet and a bit knotted, but surprisingly well-kept despite the environment around you. You continued humming as you did so, and though you felt him shiver a few times, you felt Sebastian get slowly more relaxed. You begin to get lost in the rhythmic motion, more or so focusing on correctly humming your chosen melody than the action itself…
Sebastian suddenly flinched violently, scaring you a little with how sudden it was. You quickly asked if he was okay, immediately removing your hand from his figure. He grumbled a little before nodding. “I’m fine…”, he said through gritted teeth.
Did you do something wrong?
“Urgh…No. You just…touched my neck is all.”
Oh, had you? Was it a sensitive spot for him?
Another flinch. It scared you again, but you grew more confused, considering you weren’t touching him anymore.
Sebastian?
“…’M ticklish, is all…”, he said, his voice practically in a whisper. It sounded like he really had to force himself to get that simple sentence out. You blink in surprise. By all accounts, Sebastian could, of course, be ticklish, but the idea of it never crossed your mind. Especially in a place like this, you never expected such a thing to be brought up. It was almost amusing to think about. You apologized for the unwanted touch regardless.
“It’s…whatever. I, uh, didn’t know I was still…”, Sebastian started, but his voice trailed off. He became lost in thought, much to your curiosity. You wondered what he was thinking about before you noticed his body began to quiver once more. His face was buried in your legs, so you couldn’t see his expression, but based on what he said next, you were willing to believe his face was flushed. “…D-Do it again”, he said meekly, clearly unsure himself about what he was asking for you to do.
Huh?
“Don’t make me ask again…And you better not say a damn word about it either…”, he hissed through gritted teeth. You didn’t want to aggravate the mutant further, so you agreed and hummed to sort of signal you were about to do it. You swear you heard him mumble a quiet “please be gentle…”, and your heart melted a little. You wouldn’t call attention to it though, for his sake. Anyways, you carefully brought your hand close to his neck and, using one of your fingers, began to gently scratch against the back of it. You panicked a tad when Sebastian flinched once more, only to immediately relax once…the sweetest giggles ever began to pour out of the fish man?!
“Mmphff—! Keheheh…Ahaha!”
Your pupils dilated a tad as you heard the somewhat frantic giggles of Sebastian. Your heart felt like it skipped a beat or two, because you had never heard Sebastian laugh before— not like this anyway! It seemed…much more free than his usual mischievous chuckle…Was this really happening? You chuckled a little yourself, feeling Sebastian bury his face deeper into your legs as his ear fins began to flap a little from the new sensations. You hummed once more as you gently slid your finger up and down the back of his neck, in awe of how his shoulders shook as he laughed and how his whole body jumped when you grazed over a sensitive little area on the little spot— his almost innocent reactions…This was, frankly, one of the most adorable things you’ve experienced in this dumpster fire!
Doing okay, Sebastian?
“GHK—! Ihihi’m gohohood…”
You smiled and nodded, continuing the gentle sliding and scritching for a little while before changing your tactic to instead drum your fingers against his neck. His snickers grew a little louder, and his whole body sort of scrunched up to try and protect the spot; his large tail thumped lightly against the walls of the shop, and his third arm patted against the ground rapidly. “H-Hehey! Snrk—! T-T-That..! Kekeheheheh…” You smiled as you listened to his soft laughter— it showed nothing, but pure happiness, and you just knew this was something you were going to treasure for the rest of the time you were stuck down here.
You hum as you continue to drum and slide across Sebastian’s neck, chuckling whenever he would flinch at your touch. Soon enough, you get a sort of idea, and you drag your finger to the end of his neck and begin to gently circle around the bone that you could feel there. Sebastian’s laughter, very quickly, raised in volume, and it must have tickled a bit more than before because his ear fins and tail were wagging and thumping much faster now.
“Nohohoho…eheHEHAHA! IHIHIT TIHIhihickles..!”, he giggled mindlessly, seemingly in bliss as he wrapped his two arms around your waist. He seemed to forget where he was for a moment…How you wanted to help him hold on to that feeling forever. He deserved it after being tortured for so long.
Does he need you to stop?
“Prrr….eheheh—! NohoHOHOT yehehet…”
Did Sebastian just purr?! Alright, there was no way you were going to be able to comment on that without getting shot in the head, but that didn’t mean you didn’t internally squeal the moment you heard it. Either way, you decided to be a little bold, circling the bone for a little longer before tracing circles on his back. He flinched violently again and you tilted your head worriedly, slowing down the tickles to check up on him. You apologized quickly.
Was that too much?
“N-Nohoho…Mmm, just caught off-guard…”
Can you go on?
Sebastian grumbled before nodding, and once you were given the ‘okay’, you continued to trace shapes around his neck and back, smiling as you figured out what areas seemed to make him laugh the most:
Of course, his neck was very sensitive and when you tickled there or near there on his back, he seemed to let out flustered titters and bury his blushing face into your lap as his shivering body curled in on itself.
You gently slid across his back ribs, harboring a much more gentle reaction. His giggles became almost smooth, pouring out of him with hardly any breaks in his laughter. His tail swished gently as you tickled there, rather than the harsh thumps from earlier.
Circling gently against his shoulder blades gave you a lovely mix of soft giggles and frantic peals of laughter. His shoulders shook as you tickled there, and you could feel his body purr the most when you lightly massaged his shoulders.
You found yourself eager to learn more and more about this new side of Sebastian, but you knew this was a huge deal for him. As much as he was happily laughing, he was trusting you with this, and you couldn’t betray that fragile bit of trust for the sake of your own curiosity; so you simply alternated between the different spots on his back and neck, making sure to stay gentle the whole time.
You had asked that sincerely, but Sebastian sputtered out the equivalent of soft keysmash, his lure brightening up ever-so-lightly and his tail swishing in embarrassment. You felt like he understood your genuineness, but that probably didn't stop the question from being any less flustering.
That was a genuine question.
“IHIHI knohOHOW—! Ihihi juhuhust..!”
Does he need you to stop?
Sebastian seemed to actually consider it for a moment…He grumbled amongst his giggles as he thought about it before clenching his fists a little. Eventually, he nodded, and you immediately removed your hand from him. You swear that he seemed a bit shocked at this, but even so, he laid there on your lap, still giggly from your tickles. You kept your hands away from him, but tilted your head as you watched him settle down.
Is he okay?
“…”
Sebastian?
“God, this is humiliating…”
You blink as you watch him roll over off your lap. Sebastian, now on his back, laid next to you, his face flushed as you suspected, but harboring an expression that seemed to be a mix of confused, happy, and frustrated. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this. I must be so goddamn desperate…I’m surprised you’re not making fun of me.”
Why would you? Hasn’t he gotten by now that you don’t want to hurt him?”
“Eugh, I know! It’s just—! Arugh, I’ve been so shitty to you..!”
Glad to know that he acknowledges that.
He shot you a death glare for a moment, but sighed as he realized he probably deserved the bit of sass. He pinched the bridge of his nose “Look, the point is…Why are you being so nice to me?”, he asked with a huff before averting his eyes from your gaze. You sigh and shake your head.
This may come as a surprise to him, but not everybody is like the shitshow that is Urbanshade. Like you’ve said many times over, you understand his situation, and you simply wish nothing, but the best for him…Oh, and p.AI.nter. Couldn’t forget about him.
Sebastian sighed and nodded, looking back at you. “He’s…a good kid. He deserves his freedom.”
So does Sebastian.
The shopkeeper said nothing for a bit, looking away once again before groaning and crossing his arms. His claws gripped his sleeves once more, and you already had a sneaking suspicion of what he was going to say next. Or at least wanted to say. He glanced at you, seeing that knowing gleam in your eyes, before huffing in embarrassment. “You know what I want.”
You didn’t want to say anything. You were waiting for him to give the okay.
“…Thanks”, he mumbled out a reply, his ears fins flapping once more. He clearly wasn’t used to so much positive attention. Not anymore anyways.
Where’s ‘good’?
He flinched at the question, his cheeks turning dark as he grumbled. “How about I tell you what’s ‘bad’ instead?”, he mumbled again, to which you agreed as long as he let you know if anything else was uncomfortable during it. You knew that wasn’t a problem, but you think he secretly appreciated the thought nonetheless. Thankfully for him, he was much less embarrassed telling you what he didn’t like rather than what he did, and it gave you a good idea of just how gentle and careful you needed to be.
Not at his ribs because they had a second set of gills around that area, be careful near his third arm because the flesh was kind of thin and painful at times, don’t touch near his chest because of a massive surgery scar there…You listened to all his points and nodded to show you understood. You could tell he was nervous throughout, but you made sure to show your sincerity, and that seemed to calm him down some. Even still, he was shaking a little as he finished his preferences, something he was obviously cursing himself for— appearing weak in front of someone who he should consider his enemy. God, was he touch-starved.
Are we all good?
“…Mmm, sure…”
You will be gentle. He calls the shots.
Sebastian slowly nodded at that, allowing himself to settle down. Carefully, you placed your hand on his stomach, noticing him flinching at your touch. You quickly checked for any signs of uncomfortableness before gently scribbling your fingers against the spot. The reaction was almost immediate, both his frantic giggling and your big dorky smile that came from hearing it. “Ghhh—! Ehehehaha! W…Why thehehere fIHIHIRST? Snrk—!”, he snickered out a shy reply, covering his jagged mouth with the palm of his hand, his shoulders shivering at the contact. You were surprised at how much he was laughing, wondering how thin his shirt was…Maybe your natural body heat added a sort of pleasant sensation to the mix?
Doing alright?
“Mmhm—! Eheheh…”
Quick question: two hands alright? Or would he rather just stick with one?
“T-Twohoho’s fihIHINE…Nhmn—!”
You nodded with a soft smile, your hand continuing to lightly scribble and skitter against Sebastian’s belly. Your other hand would soon join the fray, resting against where Sebastian’s body and tail met before beginning to massage the tense areas there. “GAHAHA—! Kekeheheheh…Ohohoh gOHOD! Pff-hehehehe!”, he laughed, his ear fins matching in color with his face as they flapped. Your eyes sparkled as the shopkeeper began to move his torso from side to side from the pure sensation alone. Of course, you didn’t let the slight movement stop you: your fingers skillfully circled and prodded at their chosen spot, and you hummed in delight as you stared at the happy expression on Sebastian’s face.
Is he enjoying himself?
“Mmph—! N-Nohohot AHANSWERING THAHAhahahat…!”
You took that as that he was happy, though you slowed down your tickles a bit just in case. After a bit, you decided to focus on just one spot, bringing the hand that was tickling his stomach down to the other hip. It mimicked the movement of the first one, gently caressing and circling the sensitive spot. You nearly stopped out of shock at the way Sebastian flinched and let out an uncharacteristic noise amongst his laughter. His upper arms opted to cover his face, one still pressed firmly against his mouth, while the other clutched his scarf and pulled it upwards. His third arm patted against the ground as his tail swished around, controlled by the electrifying sensation of your tickles.
You didn’t have to be told twice, immediately pausing your tickles and giving Sebastian a little break. You panicked for a moment, slight remorse in your eyes as you looked at the mutant’s face. You were relieved to find the tired, but not dissatisfied eyes of Sebastian, who giggled mindlessly as he settled down. He opened one of his eyes to peek at you before breaking eye contact the minute he saw you looking at him. A gentle smile found its way to your face, and once he seemed calmed down enough, you carefully rested your hands on his sides.
Ready?
“Meheheh…J-Just do ihihit already…”
You nodded before carefully poking and prodding at his sides. Sebastian jumped at the touch and began to shimmy once more as you lightly grazed your nails along the sensitive spot. “EheheHEH—! Prrr…Stuhuhupid, stuhuHUPID..! GHK—!” He moved his torso side to side, trying to pry your wriggling fingers away from his body out of instinct. Of course, his flushed face told a different story— he had wanted this kind of playful touch for so long. He didn’t expect to receive it, especially not from you, and it felt almost addicting in a way. He cringed at himself — or at least would’ve if he wasn’t giggling and snickering like a doofus — for being near obsessed with the situation he was in. It was just so…freeing, as terrifying as it was. And he supposed it wasn’t weird to feel that way…
This feeling is what he’s been fighting for for so long anyway, right?
“MmeHEH! GEHEHAhahaha! Ohohoh fuhuhuhuck..! Nohohohoho…”, Sebastian exclaimed, any thoughts basically melting into a single thought of ‘laugh. it’s okay to laugh for a bit’. You recognized that and smiled at the state of the shopkeeper, the same one who insulted you for every death you succumbed to or turned up his nose every time you wandered into his shop. He was in a state of pure bliss, in a little slice of Heaven in this inescapable Hell, and you cherished the happy look on his face, the frantic laughter that pooled out of his throat, and the involuntary squirming caused by your touch…Both of you felt human again in that brief moment.
How was he doing, by the way?
“EHEHAHAHA! SNRK—! Yohohohou suhuhuhuck… *hic!* HehehaHA-! Ok ok! Ehehenough—!”
In an instant, the sensation faded as you stopped and pulled your hands back. You smiled as you watched Sebastian settle down for the final time, and you couldn’t help, but see the shopkeeper as adorable. Not in the sense of your traditional cuteness, you suppose— more like…sort of charming? Beautiful even? You never realized how nice it was to see the innocence of human nature with something as simple as laughter. Though, you supposed you did always have a fascination for laughter— the different ways people laughed or how their eyes crinkled when they laughed really hard, how some even fell over from their own hilarity. It made you smile probably in a way that definitely came off as overenthusiastic.
“What are you smiling about, punk?”
Nothing. Nothing at all.
“Suuure…”
He was a man of justice, yes? You were innocent until proven guilty.
“…Hmph.”
He was okay though, right? You weren’t too rough with him?
“‘M fine. You…were fine.”
Good.
You stretched your arms before slowly picking yourself off the floor, though you noticed a familiar light coming from…the side of your neck? You averted your eyes, glancing at the bomb collar to see the red light flashing periodically. That was the signal for when it was about to blow…Your face went pale, but you remembered that the SCRAMBLER Sebastian had — you noticed it in the corner where he usually sat — prevented them tracking you or detonating your gear. But with that being said…it must mean they’ve gotten suspicious. “What’s up with you? Standing there like a freak…”
Your diving gear is flashing. Seems you had stayed here too long for HQ’s taste. They were probably going to detonate your gear the minute you walked out of the vent.
“Aaaand that’s why you never linger in my shop! Remember that in your next run~”, Sebastian teased, pointing at you. You rolled your eyes. Seems like he was back to normal. Good for his sake, bad for your self-esteem. “Oh well. At least I get to loot your corpse. I’ll give them back to you…for a fee, of course.” You sighed: you knew the song and dance by now. But speaking of looting…you rummaged through your pockets for a moment before pulling out the research you’ve amassed and handing it to Sebastian. He looked at it and groaned a little.
“I thought I told you I don’t need your pity.”
So he doesn’t want your research?
“Transcation’s already been made! Back off!”, Sebastian exclaimed, yoinking the data out of your hand and pushing you away with his hand. You chuckle and shake your head in amusement before taking a deep breath and facing the vent that led to your demise. No point in lingering around any further. What a weird run this turned out to be. You looked back at Sebastian, who was sorted through your data, and shrugged.
See you in limbo.
“Heheh…See you real soon.”
You sighed and crawled through the vent. As you suspected, the minute you stepped out of the space, HQ came on the intercom and told you to prepare for PDG detonation. Your diving gear blew your head clean off, pain coursing through your neck. When you woke up, you found yourself back to that same desk and chair where Sebastian gave you a document of what you died on…but he wasn’t there. Instead on the desk was a note reading ‘Use it wisely’…next to a Ferryman Token.
This is probably my favorite Pressure tkl fic! It's so stinking cute! I really feel like it mixes Sebastian's canonical aversion to physical contact with the natural desire to connect with another and feel like a person again. The continual checking in, respect, and love really added to it for me as well! Absolutely adore it, well done!
Also, I'm planning to do some updates for the blog and blog rules because the blog's one year anniversary is coming up! Hopefully I'll have the updated stuff ready around that time.
