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🍡 ☆⇢call me val! ☆⇢open to side quests! ~ pls read pinned intro! ☆⇢NO nsfw stuff, 18!! ☆⇢requests r open! if im feeling good, ill bake smth up for u!!

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“Oh triple faced soul…” 🧩 ~~~ 🧩

hey! val here💗 xipe the harmony protects my blog, sooo remember… ‘under the light of the Harmony, all wickedness is revealed.’ pls do not talk to me if u got weird intentions…

nowww, below the cut is everything i have to offer, tread carefully/silly

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🍧Val - 8teen - writer!

if im not here, im either in the ocean or the sky ^^ sea life, esp jellies are my favorite, n while i dont kno too much ab the sky, dreaming ab it is so much fun🧩

but when i am here, on occasion hehe, im probably reading a fun book! currently reading- - wicked king, holly black

🧩n if im not doing THAT? im eeping(but not at night)

🪽Fandoms/Interests:

- hoyo games!!

- rhythm games, i play a ton, so ask me ab em!!

-anime!! while i mainly watch shoujo, i watch everything(thats not explicit!) here’s a few of my favs, and stuff u’ll prob see me posting ab!

akatsuki no yona/yona of the dawn

kusuriya no hitorigoto/apothecary diaries

haikyu!!

shadows house

gachiakuta

ghibli n mamoru hasoda movies

etc!! dont be shy to ask me ab anything!

- i love writing and reading

- drawing n coloring

- playing with lps

- crocheting

- baking !

- n playing the bass

💿Dni:

no n$fw or k!nk content please! this is a safe space for littles and nd friends, if u sexualize agere at all(ddlg/age play) u’ll be blocked. n while romance/romantic themes are fine, smut is not…n again!! u’ll be blocked :)

also no racists or sexists…im blk and a girlie so…no

💞Masterlist…

ps* this is NAWT finished…so bear with me while the masterlist is under construction!!

playroom

tickles

non tickles

littles! below are some more mature themes, blood, yandere, that sort of stuff! everything is completely sfw, just a little scary ><

big sis’ room

whump

🧩🧩🧩

[evercelle]

i know we'll reunite one day, up there in the clouds

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MY SHAYLA…

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w the amount of space sunday takes up in my head i need to write a fic ab him bc this is ridiculous..

[otomiyaa]

From the Haikyuu!! dj - Sweet Happy Sweet ^^

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🫥 i don’t ship them but…

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boothill tickle headcanons NOW make that cyborg beg for mercy/vice versa 😈🥀 (you don’t know me)

hey!! here you are!! i definitely have nooo idea who u are… ><

ahem, i took some inspo from a certain someone’s drawings, some ideas… i went on a whim and wrote a fic instead, hope ur happy w this!! if not i can do some hcs in the future! i have a few in the works already!

(i didnt feel like proofreading sooo…maybe ill edit later, ahem, enjoy!!)

spoilers for boothills backstory and lighter ones for rappa!!

⛓️Malfunctions ↷↷

If anything felt wrong not having anymore, Boothill would probably say his hands. The ones he used to play guitar, and wrangle his siblings and the younger kids on the farm, and cook for Nick and Graey when they were exhausted, and carry little Clementine high on his shoulders.

His little girl hated storms, and she’d hurry to be with her father when a particularly large boom of thunder woke her up.

Teary eyed, Clementine climbed into bed with her dad, and sat in his lap. He smiled, resting his hand on her back, rubbing the soft cotton of her shirt which he’d sewn together from one of own.

Once she felt him, all the tension in her body melted away, and she fell asleep right next to him. He’d kiss her good night, wish her sweet dreams, and see those big green eyes in the morning.

Clink clink

His metal fingers meet his palm, and forms a fist.

It was odd, at first anyway, the sensation of his flesh, his nerves, his real body not being there anymore.

At first it was like he could still feel it.

The burning, the smoldering embers gnawing into his palms and forearms as he dug through the old farm, praying that Graey, Nick…and his little girl were still there.

He pressed his shirt against his nose and mouth, the now cropped cotton shirt turning dark from soot and flame. It didnt matter how much it burned. No matter how much fire he had to walk through until he could walk away with clementine.

He hated it. He hated praying for one life instead of the rest of his family. He wanted them all, he wanted the Aeons to have mercy on him, just this once.

“Please.” Unshed tears well in his eyes, and then he catches it. That little shirt, those hair bows Graey had made for her…

Just the shirt, and the bows, and the remnants of the little wooden guitar she held so tightly.

He holds her tightly, as if wringing her like a washcloth might bring her charred form back to life.

She was hoping her daddy would save her…

and he was too late.

His throat tightens. Boothill blinks, staring at his now empty hands.

That’s right, he wasnt in Aeragan-Epharshel now.

“..wait patiently for change.” The pink haired young woman muttered to herself.

It was Rappa’s idea to take Boothill stargazing in Penacony.

It was the one planet he had settled in, just for a month or two, but he kept his distance. From the Astral express, the Family, the other rangers…especially Rappa.

He couldnt pinpoint what it was about her that just triggered that need to protect, to make sure nothing bad happened to her…

Maybe it was the red ribbons, the same color as Clementine’s hairbows, maybe those big, curious green eyes, or maybe the flaming scarf, dancing as if truly ablaze.

Her enjoyment of vandalism? Painting? He’d have to give Clementine paper and figure out what to do with the drawings of the family on the walls…

“Silvergun Shura.” She says with a smile, nodding her head.

Boothill blinks once more, trying to fix his eyes on the stars in the dreamscape, but it was hardly of use. It only reminded him of the rain of fire that once terrorized his planet, his people, and took his family away from him.

“fudge.” He groans, stacking himself to his feet, leaving Rappa on the pale blanket. “it’s gettin’ late. I’m gonna head out for now, Rappa.” His expression looked bitter, but she didnt care to comment on it. She only grabs his wrist, leaning closer.

“are these visions the dealings of evil ninja osaru?”

He squints his eyes for a moment, though after spending so much time around the pink haired ninja, decoding her words came as naturally as using his metal body.

“Nah. Just them IPC fudgelings.”

“Hardly do you speak of your past life. Please, if you wish to speak, i will listen.”

A frown tugs on his lips. “I should go.”

Her hand lingers for a moment, then drops to her side. She nods, slipping her hair back into a ponytail and into the red horned hat.

“I will…meditate then.”

Suddenly that young woman was closed off. A side of rappa he rarely saw, her eyes distant, reflecting on the past, something he knew well. Something he avoided adamantly.

“…Hey.” He sits back down, hand hovering over her back. It’s been years. He didn’t know if he was still capable of helping. If he could do this care thing right.

She blinks toward him, green eyes wide. She held her breath, hoping to not say something off or wrong, she just wanted him to accept her help, for her to know the best course of action to alleviate his pain.

“You did nothing wrong, kid.”

His throat worked around the last word he spoke, her vigor, her smile, everything reminded him of his little girl.

This was not how this was supposed to go. Rappa thought, brow creasing and frown deepening. “Nay.” She says with a huff.

“If you wish to teach me in the arts of comfort, i wish not for that now, only to teach you instead.”

“It’s nothin’ but old scars.”

“Do you wish not to reopen the wound and remove the poison?”

Her statement gave boothill pause. He cups his cold metal fingers to his mouth and chin, glancing away, back at the stars.

He swallows the lump in his throat, unable to find where adams apple ended and mangled wires began.

“You remind me of her.”

Her eyes widen once more, ever so slightly.

“if you had deeper skin n orange hair, i would’ve believed her still alive.”

Anger seared him just like the glowing wood cutting into his arms. “But she was there, I held her, and I was too late.”

Rappa’s heart sinks, the pain of losing someone, she knew she had felt it before. She had to course through muddled memories—ones mixed with ninjas and doctors—until she could find that small shred. The one ninja who cared for her, to help her escape the clutches of evil ninja osaru…he got her out safely, but she would never see him again.

“I…am sorry.” She wraps her arms around her knees, keeping her gaze upon boothill. Her ponytail swinging into her face and grazing boothills arm. He flinches.

Was there something wrong? He could use his body, in the same way he would a controller, he didn’t usually feel it, he turned his pain sensors off. He had to be in control, but this…it didnt hurt. Was she able to bypass his sensors, because it wasnt pain…?

It was something involuntary, something his body couldn’t forget. Except he was never the one being teased…except for when his siblings ganged up on him, holding him in place as he cried from laughing.

It was a feeling he thought he might never feel again. The warmth, the..tingling.

“Rappa,” He says, mind snapping away from the past, metalic nerves buzzing, craving.

“help me put a name to somethin’.”

A nod, “I will do my best.”

“Yer hair, it brushed my arm. It didnt hurt, didnt burn, it sorta..tingled though.”

“Tingling sensation…are you in…” She leans in close, her ponytail brushing his fingertips.

Boothill snorts, snatching his hand away.

“Strange indeed.” She confirms, “Do you believe removing, or strengthening that sensation will put an end to those painful visions?”

“what’re you gettin’ at?”

“maybe a physical attack will work.” she mutters

“wait- k-kid—“

She tackles him, pressing boothill into the blanket.

“I’d like to try a medicine on you.”

“but—“

“hush. let me help.”

Silence passes between the pair, before her hands dig under his shirt, between his armpits.

“RAAAHAHAHAAHAHAH!!!” He hardly manages to cough out her name through laughter, his arms suddenly weak.

“oh, and try to stay still.”

Mercilessly, she scrambles her fingers across his metal tummy, pressing out laughter as he tries his hardest to do as hes told.

“PLE-AHAHAHAH!! PLEASE!!”

“Why are you pleading Silvergun Shura? Is it not working? Should i try…here?!”

She goes for his neck, a symphony of laughter overtaking the cowboy, and rappa couldnt help but giggle while he thrashed beneath her.

She leans in, an evil smile across her lips while her hair brushes his stomach.

“I wonder how this works? I was sure you couldn’t have the sensation of a physical body…”

He manages to grip her wrists, pulling her wiggling fingers away from his neck as he gulped in air, his face red from laughing.

“I feel fine now, kid!”

“That was neither a nay or certainly…”

“NO!!”

But she had already taken in a menacing huff of air, and blew it out right on his belly button.

“GAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! RAPPA!! KID PLEASE!!”

“You must train to become stronger!” She hums, fingers reaching his sides. “How will you ever defeat me with such a sensitive body?”

Rappa’s tickles finally cease, and she makes her way to her feet, hands on her hips, as she looks at her work.

A still giddy cyborg, covering his face with his hands.

“So, did my medicine work?”

Boothill only huffs, “Y’know…back home no one would dare upset me, in case they woke up another evil ninja..”

“Another evil ninja?”

“I don’t think you’ll be able to defeat him.” He smirks.

“Whats his name?”

“Evil ninja kusugu yokai.”

He had already trapped her in his arms, and once the last two words slipped from his lips, she realized she hadnt won, perhaps this was part of his plan all along…

*note, kusugu yokai literally translates to tickle monster hehe!

[myapothecarydiary]

[vxlkyrxe]

im still conflicted on how i feel about their ship…but i have to admit that this is adorable🥹

[thebest-medicine]

(I’m watching mha for the first time through) and ok so like…. Hawks’ quirk is literally controlling every feather in his wings individually????????…. how ler of you sir

[vxlkyrxe]

ohh boy.

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i keep spending money on books…looks like next on my tbr once i finish bad blood is daughter of the moon goddess!!!

def didnt start reading it….nope.

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CG SUNDAY AND TICKLES OMG >.<

he'd be so nice and sweet he'd luv tickling his little one :(

EEEEE!!! ikr?? he’d def raspberry u on ur tummy and tickle u w his wings

look at those feathers!!! he’d pull out all three pairs js to tease u!!

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Off duty

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*Id recommend reading this once u complete the special episode undercover r&b in zenless! If not, im NAWT responsible for slight spoilers!

Jane hurries through the rain, her silvery tail swishing behind her while she tries shielding her hair and ears from the cold water with her jacket. With the position she was in, she preferred to spend as little time as possible at the station, and even littler time using the front door.

She hadnt realized how late it had gotten, after returning the tape to the siblings at Random Play.

Rushing through traffic, avoiding officers who were out of the loop, and then getting stuck in the rain wasnt on her list of to do’s for the day.

With a huff, she reaches the back of the building, stepping up to the window, the point of her tail picking and sliding the glass window up that belonged to the officer of her favorite officer.

She was surprised she didn’t see the feline thiren’s ears twitch in her direction. She smirks, slipping out of her damp shoes and jacket, bundling the metal parts in the fabric and setting it on the floor. She inches toward Seth, who was mindlessly signing documents and writing up reports.

She wraps her tail around his wrist, pulling his pen away from the paper.

Seth gasps, tired purple eyes staring into her blue ones.

“Jane!” He smiles, an awkward, toothy smile, “What’re you doing here?”

“Wanted to visit my favorite officer.” She leans in ears flicking against his hair, making him put a hand against his neck, scratching away the tingling sensation. “this about me?” She puts her hands on his shoulders and pulls the chair back slightly. Her tail moves some irrelevant documents before she found the one he tried to hide.

“Jane, hey! Those are important! You can’t look at them!”

“So it is about me.” She says through giggles, now keeping him pinned in the chair with her tail while she holds onto the documents with her face on them. She shifts her focus back to the messily written notes, “you’ll let me peek, right?”

Jane was like Seth’s mentor, she managed to squeeze him out of trouble more times than he could count—some more memorable than others, and she teased him much more than that. Just the other day when she had stopped by, she—literally—poked and prodded him with her nails and and her tail until he told her she could visit anytime.

That was probably his first mistake.

Being kidnapped and restrained and humiliated was one thing, being reduced to a giggling mess was another.

Her tail swishes in front of him tauntingly, as if saying if you move, ill get you again.

He scrunches his shoulders around his neck, and covers his armpits as best as he could. Maybe I should get a new uniform. He says to himself with a nod.

“…shifty and sly huh?” She reads off the paper, shooting glances at Seth, whose face was reddening with embarrassment as he tried to swipe the paper back. “aw come on.” She pushes him away further, “you already wrote it.”

Her eyes flit back and forth down the paper, her smile only growing when she sees the little heart next to her name.

“I think… you wanted me to see this, officer.” She drags out his title, laughing lightly at his still embarrassed expression.

“Okay, okay.” He sinks into the leather chair, pressing his hands over his face, which muffled his next words. “you caught me.”

Her ears twitch. “Hm. knew it.”

“But, you fell right into my trap.” When she turns to look at him, he had already tackled her, sending papers flying and the rat thiren into the second chair across from the desk. Before she knew it, the handcuffs on his person had disappeared, and she was cuffed to the armrests of the chair.

“You’re under arrest.” He leans back with a satisfied huff. Jane wasn’t sure if he was serious or not, with the way he was stiff as a board when it came to rules. There was nothing to give him away, his flat voice, the swishing tail, the crossed arms. Maybe she was truly in trouble.

It was something she rarely thought about, because her tail alone had much more stealth than seth’s entire body. He was a clumsy rookie. Just…a clumsy rookie.

“Oh no.” She raises her hands innocently, tail already picking the lock of the cuffs. “What’s seems to be the issue officer?”

“I can’t just let you go after you saw what you saw.” He starts around the chair, his tail swishing in a similar fashion to her own.

“what, are you going to make me sign an NDA? Or maybe you’ll—“

“I have a better idea,” He grabs the end of her tail, moving it away from the lock.

Jane jumps, her usual smirk disappears as she pulls her tail away, the end of it flapping vigorously to get the sensation off.

“Dont move miss doe,” He says, now she could hear the smile in his voice, and this wouldn’t end well for her—

Seth’s claws dive under her arms. She was practically asking for it when she took off her jacket. The halter top left her arms and her shoulders exposed, and the thin fabric left her back vulnerable, and he hadn’t even gotten there yet.

Seth giggles under his breath, watching her squirm and try to get away from his claws. They didn’t hurt, they didn’t break skin, they were too dull…

they tickled.

“H-Hey,” He can hear her swallow a chuckle, and she tries to push him away with her tail.

“cmon jane.” He draws out her name. Putting his hands up, she lets out a sigh of relief.

“maybe thats not your worst spot. You always tease me, and you start…” His tail brushes against her back, and she leaned away from him with a slight hitch in her breath.

“Here.”

His scribbling fingers make it to her exposed belly, and her sides, and slightly under her shirt, which earned a hearty laugh from her. It was a little odd to see, to say the very least. Everything he saw from Jane was heavily calculated, down to her laughter, but this…

“AL—ALRAHAAHA!! ALRIGHT!!” The thiren girls ears flick frantically, and they were getting redder and redder by the minute.

“Oh no!” Seth leans in, claws still ruthlessly attacking her midriff. “Are you…flustered Jane?”

“GET YOURAHAHAHA!!” She struggles, tail flailing wildly against him, she couldn’t even think about picking the locks on her cuffs in this state, and Seth was far from done.

“I don’t understand, i wont be able to vouch for you to Miss Zhu Yuan if you dont tell me what’s wrong…” He stops for a moment, allowing her a few moments to catch her breath.

“so?”

She leans over, voice still bright with laughter. “I c-came to get out of the rain.”

“hmm.” He resumes, she kicks and giggles again, “OKAHAH-OKAY!!”

Seth stops once more, he smiles holding back his own laughter.

“I was just gonna mess with you some more!”

“What were you gonna do, jane?” He swooshes his tail with a smile.

“N-Noth—“ He scrambles his hands lightly on her stomach, she bites her tongue, and more laughter. “Tease you some— haha!! more!!”

“Do you know the penalty for tickling an officer?”

“No!! SEHAHAHA-SETH!! You already got me!!”

“The penalty is a training session!”

Huh? Was he seriously mentioning official training…now?

“What?” Jane huffs, picking up the pieces of her calculated facade and plastering her cool smile on once again.

“Let me explain. A training dummy is supplied, and you tickle it until it can’t stay still anymore!”

He hums, prancing around her and brushing his fluffy tail against her back, making her squirm.

“Training dummy is a poor word choice though, i think the better one would be…offender!”

So he scrambles his fingers mercilessly while she laughed uncontrollably.

After what felt like years, Zhu Yuan opens the door, hair dripping from the rain.

“I told you.” Her voice cuts through Jane’s laughter, and Seths tickles immediately cease.

The pair played cat and mouse, trying to play this off as if nothing had happened just moments before the knob of the door was turned.

The dark haired woman shrugged her phone higher on her shoulders, scrunching at her head with her jacket to avoid getting more water on the floor. “If anyone has notes from the briefing, it’s him. Talk to Seth, Qingyi.”

She nods, “of course hes in his office, hes always—“

Jane takes the opportunity and runs with it. She’d not only gotten out of her binds and replaced herself with the cat thiren, but written a note for his coworkers.

Zhu Yuan’s neutral expression scrambles in amusement.

‘I’m extremely ticklish behind my ears, on my stomach, and ribs, and im too nervous to ask anyone to wreck me.’

Clearing her throat with a smile, she takes the note off of his shirt and holds it up to herself.

“Qingyi? I’ll call you back.”

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

could u maybeeeee do a rough caretaker x super sensitive whumpee? Maybe hospital setting, non con drugs, force feeding?? idk but i LOVED ur out like a light

By the end this turned into kind of a Munchausen by Proxy syndrome situation at least to me, where Caretaker is convinced Whumpee is sick or maybe they're just the one making Whumpee sick..? Anyway read it how you like! I hope this is okay for you and ticked all the boxes!!!

CWs: forced drugging, needles, sedation, medical setting, forced feeding, forced intubation (NG tube) restraints

“Let me GO!"

“Just hold still.” Caretaker ground out, pinning a wriggling Whumpee to their chest. “You're making this more difficult than it has to be.”

They threw Whumpee onto the bed, easily overpowering them and slipping both wrists and ankles into soft padded cuffs that were tied to the bed.

Whumpee let out a terrified shriek as Caretaker affixed the last restraint, then picked up a syringe off a metal trolley next to the bed.

“Here, this should help.” Caretaker flicked the cap off the syringe and drove the needle into Whumpee's thigh, emptying the contents swiftly into the muscle. Whumpee let out a cry like a wounded animal as the drug began to pump into their system.

“No, no, no..” Whumpee breathed as their limbs began to weaken and go slack in the restraints. "Don't.. need it. I'm fine.. mmfine.."

“Much better.” Caretaker patted Whumpee's head. “This is all for your own good. You get that, right?” They asked, smiling softly.

Whumpee’s heavy breaths slowed, and their head slumped back against the pillows.

“That's better. Now we can get some food into you.”

Caretaker turned their back on Whumpee, rummaging amongst medical supplies as they set up a tray with various tubes and syringes.

They snapped on a pair of blue nitrile gloves, causing Whumpee to flinch against the restraints.

The drugs hadn't fully taken effect yet, and so Whumpee knew whatever was about to happen would not be pleasant.

Caretaker ignored their pleas, reaching for a long piece of tubing, which they removed from sterile packaging. They held the tubing up to Whumpee's cheek, measuring it and marking a line across it with a marker. Then, Caretaker covered the end of the tube in some kind of gel before leaning over and shoving it up into Whumpee's nostril without warning. Whumpee began to cough and splutter, trying to pull their head away, but Caretaker trapped their head in place and continued to force the tube further up. Whumpee felt the tube reach the back of their nose and begin to go down their throat. It was a horrifying, invasive feeling as they began to cough and gag at the foreign object, eyes watering with the force of the intrusion. The tube was still going further and further down until it seemed to reach deep inside their stomach. Finally, Caretaker stopped, pulling back and using a small piece of tape to tape the other end of the tube to Whumpee's cheek. Whumpee took in a deep breath racked with sobs as they tried to steady their queasy stomach.

Caretaker patted their head. “Wasn't that easier when you stopped fighting?” They asked condescendingly.

Whumpee spat in their direction. Caretaker simply sighed and cleaned up the spit from Whumpee's chin. They then picked up a bottle-like container, poured an unappetising solution into it, and then attached tubing to it, which ran to the end of the tube on Whumpee's face. They hung the bottle up on an IV stand as the concotction began to flow from the stand into the tube and into Whumpee's stomach. The initial sensation was just cold. Then, the solution travelled into Whumpee's stomach, and the sensation of being filled from within made Whumpee gag again.

“Deep breaths.” Caretaker cooed, massaging Whumpee's stomach.

Tears pooled in Whumpee's eyes as they tried to breathe through the nausea, finally managing to get through the sensation until all the solution was gone. As the next breath left their body, they felt their eyes growing heavy.

“You can sleep now, Whumpee.” Caretaker soothed, stroking their gloved hand through Whumpee's hair. “Sh, just rest.”

Whumpee wanted to say no, that there was something wrong, but the drugs were making the room spin, and they just wanted to close their eyes and …

Caretaker smiled as Whumpee's head drooped against their chest, their patient finally unconscious, finally calm. They whispered, “Just rest. I'll take care of you. I'm the only one who can make you better.”

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Shadow replied to my ask!! If ur a fan of medical whump please check this out💕💕

[sotiredmostnights]

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100%💔

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I GOT NEKOMATA!!!

im actually so happy ive wanted her since release!!

[lovelynim]

dare i say lee!sunday and ler!caelus? I haven't seen him being wrecked so of today. 🥺

[Requests open]

Now that I think of it, you're right, anon! I don't think I've seen any lee!sunday content as well...

I hope this one helps you with your cravings ~

It’s been a week, at most, since Sunday decided to accept Welt’s offer and make himself part of the Astral Express. Truth to be told, complying to the crew’s peculiarities and their daily routine proved to be easier than Sunday first expected, but… there was no way he would ever get used to this.

“Come on,” Caelus teased, his hands held right before his chest, his fingers wiggling, poised to strike at any given chance. “What’s the harm in trying it out? You said yourself you don’t even know if you are ticklish or not ~”

“And why must you find out?” Sunday muttered, pressing his back against the wall, finding himself cornered, but, at least, at a safe distance. “I dislike this plan of action.”

“Pfft, how can you be so sure? I never tickled you before, have I?” Caelus stepped forward and Sunday tensed up in anticipation. He wrapped his arms around his torso and partially covered his jaw and neck with his wings. “It won’t hurt, I promise!”

“That doesn’t make it sound any better,” Sunday retorted, trying to keep his composure and eloquence, but unable to refrain from darting his eyes back and forth between Caelus’ hands and face. “Any possible outcome sounds unwelcomed.”

He felt the heat spreading over his face at the sight of Caelus rolling his eyes, seemingly not convinced by any of his arguments. Could there really be no way out of such a trial? Oh Great One, why must you leave your child at moments like this?

Maybe taking a moment for his silent prayer wasn’t exactly the right choice at his current situation. In a blink of an eye, Caelus went from a few steps away from merely a few inches apart, one hand already closing around Sunday’s wrist. Ah, he was done for.

“C-CahAHaelus! S-stoho- ahAHa, s-stohop it, plehehease!” Sunday laughed, focusing all his efforts into pushing Caelus away by his shoulders, but ultimately lacking strength to do so. Fingers spidered up and down his sides, sparing no spot between the dip of his hips and the bottom of his ribs.

“Aw, your wings are flapping!” The unrequited observation only seemed to make Sunday more embarrassed, not even sure of how he was supposed to respond when not a single muscle inside his body listened to his commands. “Is that like a dog wagging its tail?”

“I-It’s nohot!” Sunday protested, finding himself sat at one of the parlor’s seats while Caelus towered over him, tickling one different spot after the other, thoroughly checking which would be the most ticklish one. “SOhohomeone, hehEHElp me!! PlehEHease!”

Ah, the Great One, could this be one of the hardships in the trailblazing path? He needed to ponder about it… of course, once he figured a way out of Caelus’ tickle assault.

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oh my GOODNESS THIS IS SO GOOD💕💕💕 sundays wings flapping when hes tickles is such a good touch

[vxlkyrxe]

I’ll take care of myself, my light.

Note, this was NOT proofread!! Thats all, i have no warnings to give, unless you’re easily flustered by a word that starts with a t and ends with an e, enjoyyy!

*spoilers for 2.2!

Sunday preferred to keep himself composed, pristine. Especially in the presence of you, he only wanted you to see him at his best, nothing under that was good enough for you.

So he hid it. He plucked the feathers that lay out of place, he made sure his halo was clean and not a spot left on it, he’d never even think about wearing a suit with a hint of a wrinkle.

But when he found out robin was hurt, he was a mess. He drowned himself in research, paperwork, helping others atone did him no good. He walked around aimlessly with a heavy heart, the gold decorations of the library more suffocating than usual—a constant reminder that he always needed to be at his best.

He sits in a large sofa of a chair, rubbing the bags under his eyes with a gloved hand, tapping the quill against the table.

He couldn’t keep this up for much longer. He didnt want to admit it, but this wasnt good for his—

You swing open the door, your face cheery with a bright smile as you hum a song of Robin’s.

“What are you doing here?” His breath catches in his throat and he shields his face with his hand.

“What do you mean? I can’t visit my favorite bird?”

“My light…” He sighs deeply, “im busy right now.”

You frown, setting the books you held down. You push his papers aside and sit on his desk, right in front of him.

“youve been busy for the past two weeks, mr head of the oak family.”

“Yes…your point?” 

You rest your palms on his cheeks, massaging behind his ears, where his halovian wings rested.

He melts in your touch, his golden eyes softening as he looks into yours.

The dark circles under his eyes sunk deep, weeks worth of exhaustion showing on his face.

“I miss you.”You say breathily.

“I…” He fumbles over his words, “I miss you too.” He swallows, hard.

“I just…my sister she…”

“I know, Sunday.” You kiss his forehead, nuzzling your nose with his. “She’s gonna be  okay.”

“Do you really think so?” His voice breaks, and his eyes brim with golden tears.

“I know so, my love, but she’ll worry about you if she sees you like this when she comes back.”

“I’m fine.” He brushes your hands from his wings, his hands reaching for more documents.

“Sunday.” You grab his wrist, pinning it to the table. “This is the sweet dream; you need to take a break.”

“I am the sun. The one everyone will turn to when they need help.”

“Thats presumptuous of you.”

“no it is not.”

“When was the last time you smiled, love?”

“what?”

“genuinely, a warm, genuine smile.”

“i dont have the time for silly games.”

“you dont have time for me?”

He frowns, “Thats not what I-“

“You’re gonna pay for that.” You snicker, a devious smile creeping onto your face.

“What are you rambling on ab—“

You tackle him, knocking him out of his chair. He lands on his back with a grunt, a hand on your waist to keep you from the floor. 

You lean in, face hovering over his.

Right where his wings poked out from behind his ears, were one of the most sensitive spots on his body, soft baby feathers and hair shrouded the area like grass, and you scramble your fingers behind his wings, causing his face to redden and his wings to twitch.

“st—“ He giggles, grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands away from his feathers. “stop now.” he says through a bitten tongue, a smile lurching itself onto his face.

“it’s okay, Mr. Head of the oak family, you can admit it.”

You wriggle your way out of his grip, your long nails tracing shallow swirls behind his ear.

“admit to what exactly?” He teases, the warm fabric of his skin against his gloves finding their way down your waist, and massaging your hips. Lightly enough so you could feel the frisson of his touch. Your own wings flap with excitement, and you press his hand flat to your waist.

You can feel your face heating with embarrassment—you’d never told him you were—he springs on top of you, scrambling his fingers up and down your hips and ribs.

Of course he noticed. Your clothes always conveniently cover your ticklish spots, maybe it was an unconscious thing, maybe you wanted to tempt him, to cheer him up by tickling him, but he got you. He got you good.

You squirmed beneath him, your breathy laughter filling the air and it was music to his ears.

His touch was especially stimulating on your bare skin, where slits in your outfit revealed bits of your hips and ribs.

Of course he noticed, you thought. The one time you wore such an out of character outfit.

You had bought it off a Xianzhou merchant. It’d be odd to wear native clothing to another planet here.

He finally sits up, his knees planted on either side of your giggly form. 

You shift your weight onto him once more, finally scrambling your fingers across his neck and ears and wings; he kicks his feet, making him seem like a little boy again.

Sunday’s laugh sounds like rich, deep golden church bells, his smile lit up the room  as he tried to push you off of him, but you’d tickle him for a little longer.

“you gonna take care of yourself?”

“ye-yeahahah.” He breathes deeply, still laughing, you finally let him rest.

“thank you, my love.” He smiles, hugging you tightly—you can feel his heart racing against your own chest. You hug him back with a smile, massaging his hair and feathers gently.

@aceofspades-doodles

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Let’s make it a good year! ♡

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please gang🫶 (btw, ill drop a sunday fic at 12!!)

@aceofspades-doodles for uuuu hope u like it :3

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Sunday Funday ☀️

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