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Firstly posting it here, then in tg

Hope you see Dream, haha

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Dust laughs like a madman

Like jester panicking type of laugh with a lot of gasps

And he's completely paralyzed when tickled bc he gets physical hallucinations. Like someone would be tickling his sides and he would feel bugs crawling up his feet.

So Dust would prefer gentle tickles when he's in a relatively calm state with his meds taken

Yes I hc that he has actual schizophrenia disorder

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I have scrolled through so many things on here it's all just 🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌🤌 BEST FICS EVER. 10/10 WOULD READ AGAIN (ignore the fact I've read them all like for the 250th time)

Best online mini books ever.

Hi ! Sorry for the long wait I very rarely log into this account lol

Thank you ! Glad to hear you liked my stuff ! (Even tho they are old and probably super cringe lol) Unfortunately I'm not that active anymore, not much things to reblog and no inspiration to create :')

But anyway, thanks ! Hope you have a good day !

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Well you're welcome lmao

When I see reactions like this I feel like famous people fr /pos

I wrote

Silly thing

It's implied fluff Killermare, ik they don't make sense but this is fanon and I like happy tropes this is my interpretation of them pls don't kill me

Ler!Killer and Lee!Nightmare. Killer is just bored and mischievous, trying to get Nightmare to relax for a moment. He's writing a novel and is in an artistic trance where you just write and write and ignore every basic need. I didn't rlly write that directly but that's the idea >_<

@badsansandstarsansticklestuff you're a certified Lee!Nightmare lover it'd be a crime not to @ you

His office door was locked, but that didn't spot Killer from entering the room. He had mastered each secret path throughout the castle, as well as keeping himself balanced on the roof like a cat. A light breeze blew through the now open window, and his heels clicked against the floor as he jumped down.

★

The setting was peaceful. Warm candles lit up the king's room, the orange tint falling onto the old paper under his feather pen. His tentacles retracted, his single teal eye glowing in the dark and adding another layer of light on top of the paper. Nightmare was in the zone, writing yet another chapter for one of his many novels.

"You could've knocked," Nightmare said sternly, pausing the process of writing.

"You wouldn't have let me in," the sly assassin walked over to Nightmare's desk, leaning with his elbow against it.

"I wonder why..." the king rolled his eyes, fidgeting with the feather pen in his hand. It was swiftly stolen by his right hand man, leaving Nightmare a little baffled.

"You've been locked up here for hours..." Killer said softly, an obvious tone of taunt present in his voice. The red glow of his soul added a bit of spice onto the warm and cozy atmosphere. "It's soooo lonely without you!" He said, gently tracing the stolen feather pen under Nightmare's chin.

It made the king flush involuntarily, and he turned his head to the left. It left him blind to whatever Killer was doing, since the right side of his face was demolished into an unrecognizable state. The team of assassins Nightmare had gathered was long used to it, especially Killer. Taking advantage of his vulnerability, he traced the feathered pen down his neck. That made the king have a bigger reaction, letting out a stiffled gasp and flinching away.

"...what are you doing.."

Killer grinned like the maniac he is, and put the feather down. "Me? Testing the waters a little, nothing bad!"

"...you're testing my nerves right now," Night glared at him. He meant that in a way that Killer was testing his patience, but technically he was testing his nerve endings.

"I am indeed, you don't mind a bit more testing do you?" He teased the dangerous figure in front of him, gently scratching with his nails on his neck. It's when his wrist was grabbed tightly, with Nightmare's claws digging into the bone. Unfortunately the king's hands had grown to be delicate and fragile, since his henchmen were the ones doing all of the dirty work. Killer swiftly twisted his wrist out of the hold, and intertwined his rougher fingers with Nightmare's. He was rewarded with a hostile glare.

"Come on, Moonshine, won't you relax for once? It's just you, me, and the crows nestling in the trees..." his other hand moved forward, and gently tickled down from his chin and over his throat.

At this point if Nightmare really did mean to stop Killer from messing with him, he would have unleashed his tentacles. But he remained vulnerable for him, letting his body react to the tender touch to Killer's amusement. He shivered and scrunched his neck up, holding back a smile behind his bitten down lip. "You're disgusting..."

"Aren't I?" He got a little closer to Nightmare, his claw like nails gently scraping down on his free arm. It's such an odd spot, but with the way Killer had sneakily set the mood to this intimate yet wholesome setting, Nightmare seemed to be sensitive to every single thing that was done to his body. He rolled his shoulders back, trying to avoid any more teasing out of instinct.

"Look at you, quietly taking it all... you have nothing to say to me? Not a single frustrated attempt to kick me out of here?" His dumb grin widened as he continued to rile Night up, his fingers scribbling on the inside of his elbow. Nightmare audibly gasped once again, folding his arm to protect the odd spot. It unfortunately exposed his side, and Killer didn't hesitate to start tickling it. "Bad, bad moves, Moonymare!"

This time the Guardian of Negativity had no time to bite back his laugh, and he let out soft giggles. They remained menacing at first, but the rougher Killer went on him the less control he had over his actions. He hugged himself and folded in half, not letting Killer through.

"Ah ah ah, not doing that!" He went straight for his neck once the original spot was protected, and it made Nightmare squirm around. Disoriented, he pushed on Killer and laughed. While in that state, Killer snuck onto his lap and scooped his hands under his arms.

"Cease this barbaric behavior this instaaahahahaant!" Nightmare wasn't sure how all of this happened. All he knew is that Killer had him hostage in his own chair, with his fingers prodding up his armpits. His laughter went up an octave, and he put his head onto his shoulder in defeat, only hoping to hide his face.

"You can hide all you want, but I just know you got that big dorky grin on your face now!" He squeezed his sides, and Nightmare went limp like a doll. He weakly held onto the collar of Killer's shirt, tugging on it as he giggled.

"Alright, alright.." the tickles stopped, and the quickly exhausted king was enveloped in a soft hug. He panted softly as his hair was pet by Killer's warm hands, knowing that his right hand man will never let him live this down.

"I swear I'll execute you... if you do this again... right on the spot..."

Killer laughed as Nightmare grumbled his threat. "Sure Moon, sure."

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Each time I log into this account you have to imagine me like that btw

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Ccino has ticklish hands... specifically at the spot that connects his fingers to the palms of his hands. And his cheeks would also be ticklish. Like if you were to gently graze and wiggle your fingertips against his cheeks, he would squirm away and grin like a dork. It's not enough to make him giggle, unlike with his hands, but it's very very adorable and I've had this headcanon for a while unusual spots are just so cute hfdkdkdjsk

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You have awaken me from my grave

Nightmare is ignoring his basic needs, and for that he has been punished (good)

Killer is so mean to Nightmare tho, disrespecting his boss like that 🙄 (do it again) but i mean how could he not ? Nightmare was just sitting there not listening to reason, there truly wasn't any other choice 😔

On a more serious note, very sweet fic, very cute, very lovely, thank you for tagging me <3 feel free to randomly tag me again if there is something you feel I need to see btw

I wrote

Silly thing

It's implied fluff Killermare, ik they don't make sense but this is fanon and I like happy tropes this is my interpretation of them pls don't kill me

Ler!Killer and Lee!Nightmare. Killer is just bored and mischievous, trying to get Nightmare to relax for a moment. He's writing a novel and is in an artistic trance where you just write and write and ignore every basic need. I didn't rlly write that directly but that's the idea >_<

@badsansandstarsansticklestuff you're a certified Lee!Nightmare lover it'd be a crime not to @ you

His office door was locked, but that didn't spot Killer from entering the room. He had mastered each secret path throughout the castle, as well as keeping himself balanced on the roof like a cat. A light breeze blew through the now open window, and his heels clicked against the floor as he jumped down.

★

The setting was peaceful. Warm candles lit up the king's room, the orange tint falling onto the old paper under his feather pen. His tentacles retracted, his single teal eye glowing in the dark and adding another layer of light on top of the paper. Nightmare was in the zone, writing yet another chapter for one of his many novels.

"You could've knocked," Nightmare said sternly, pausing the process of writing.

"You wouldn't have let me in," the sly assassin walked over to Nightmare's desk, leaning with his elbow against it.

"I wonder why..." the king rolled his eyes, fidgeting with the feather pen in his hand. It was swiftly stolen by his right hand man, leaving Nightmare a little baffled.

"You've been locked up here for hours..." Killer said softly, an obvious tone of taunt present in his voice. The red glow of his soul added a bit of spice onto the warm and cozy atmosphere. "It's soooo lonely without you!" He said, gently tracing the stolen feather pen under Nightmare's chin.

It made the king flush involuntarily, and he turned his head to the left. It left him blind to whatever Killer was doing, since the right side of his face was demolished into an unrecognizable state. The team of assassins Nightmare had gathered was long used to it, especially Killer. Taking advantage of his vulnerability, he traced the feathered pen down his neck. That made the king have a bigger reaction, letting out a stiffled gasp and flinching away.

"...what are you doing.."

Killer grinned like the maniac he is, and put the feather down. "Me? Testing the waters a little, nothing bad!"

"...you're testing my nerves right now," Night glared at him. He meant that in a way that Killer was testing his patience, but technically he was testing his nerve endings.

"I am indeed, you don't mind a bit more testing do you?" He teased the dangerous figure in front of him, gently scratching with his nails on his neck. It's when his wrist was grabbed tightly, with Nightmare's claws digging into the bone. Unfortunately the king's hands had grown to be delicate and fragile, since his henchmen were the ones doing all of the dirty work. Killer swiftly twisted his wrist out of the hold, and intertwined his rougher fingers with Nightmare's. He was rewarded with a hostile glare.

"Come on, Moonshine, won't you relax for once? It's just you, me, and the crows nestling in the trees..." his other hand moved forward, and gently tickled down from his chin and over his throat.

At this point if Nightmare really did mean to stop Killer from messing with him, he would have unleashed his tentacles. But he remained vulnerable for him, letting his body react to the tender touch to Killer's amusement. He shivered and scrunched his neck up, holding back a smile behind his bitten down lip. "You're disgusting..."

"Aren't I?" He got a little closer to Nightmare, his claw like nails gently scraping down on his free arm. It's such an odd spot, but with the way Killer had sneakily set the mood to this intimate yet wholesome setting, Nightmare seemed to be sensitive to every single thing that was done to his body. He rolled his shoulders back, trying to avoid any more teasing out of instinct.

"Look at you, quietly taking it all... you have nothing to say to me? Not a single frustrated attempt to kick me out of here?" His dumb grin widened as he continued to rile Night up, his fingers scribbling on the inside of his elbow. Nightmare audibly gasped once again, folding his arm to protect the odd spot. It unfortunately exposed his side, and Killer didn't hesitate to start tickling it. "Bad, bad moves, Moonymare!"

This time the Guardian of Negativity had no time to bite back his laugh, and he let out soft giggles. They remained menacing at first, but the rougher Killer went on him the less control he had over his actions. He hugged himself and folded in half, not letting Killer through.

"Ah ah ah, not doing that!" He went straight for his neck once the original spot was protected, and it made Nightmare squirm around. Disoriented, he pushed on Killer and laughed. While in that state, Killer snuck onto his lap and scooped his hands under his arms.

"Cease this barbaric behavior this instaaahahahaant!" Nightmare wasn't sure how all of this happened. All he knew is that Killer had him hostage in his own chair, with his fingers prodding up his armpits. His laughter went up an octave, and he put his head onto his shoulder in defeat, only hoping to hide his face.

"You can hide all you want, but I just know you got that big dorky grin on your face now!" He squeezed his sides, and Nightmare went limp like a doll. He weakly held onto the collar of Killer's shirt, tugging on it as he giggled.

"Alright, alright.." the tickles stopped, and the quickly exhausted king was enveloped in a soft hug. He panted softly as his hair was pet by Killer's warm hands, knowing that his right hand man will never let him live this down.

"I swear I'll execute you... if you do this again... right on the spot..."

Killer laughed as Nightmare grumbled his threat. "Sure Moon, sure."

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💖 for both Dust and Nightmare? :3

💖: mouth tickles or hand tickles?

NM: for me I guess hand ? There's more sensations that way, to me at least

Dust: fuck off

NM: if I have to answer you have to answer too

Dust: *gives him the middle finger*

NM: I'll just answer for you then: mouth tickles, he craves intimacy soooo badly

Dust: *goes to bury himself somewhere and let the forest claim him*

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💫?

💫: neck nibbles or nuzzles?

NM: nuzzles for the same reason that nibbles kinda hurt sometimes and overall I just prefer nuzzles

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🌈 if that’s okay? :3

🌈: raspberries or nibbles?

NM: I uhhhhhhh

NM: raspberries ? I mean- nibbles are good but it kinda hurts sometimes ? Like when it's done on bare bones and not the ecto body

NM: so uhhh yeah, raspberries

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🤎

🤎: bedtime tickles or wake up tickles?

NM: oh definitely bedtime ! I mean it's nice to get every last bit of energy out so I usually get a good night sleep afterward

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✨🌼🌙

✨: drawing things with pens or painting things with brushes?

NM: I guess.. brushes ? Pens are hard, it kinda hurts and it doesn't work really well either, so brushes would be better i think

🌼: making the lee stay still or asking them to not laugh? ( Being told to stay still or being told to not laugh?)

NM: uhhhhh not to laugh ? It would be easier not to laugh rather than not to move, but I guess not to move would be a bigger challenge... if I had to chose tho i would chose not to laugh

🌙: romantic tickles or platonic tickles?

NM: oh both are fine, platonic is more of a game tho, so maybe platonic if I had to chose a favorite, but I don't mind either

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Nightmare, have you ever got revenge on Error or anyone who has tickled you? If so, story time please! If not, do you want to?

NM: oh yes many times, I tried with Error once but tentacles against strings aren't a good combo and I ended up regretting it, but I mostly get revenge on Dream and Hate, not too much with Killer Dust and Horror because they would just gang up on me so that wouldn't be at my advantage at all

NM: but yeah, I got revenge and plan on getting even more revenge in the near future

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AHHHHHHHH I'M LAAAAAAATE

This is good stuff right there

I made this like two years ago-

*runs away*

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Me ? Back so soon ? It seems so

Tickleeeee fic

Characters: Dust & Killer, not a ship

Context: Killer has been sneaking up on Dust quite a lot recently in order to surprise tickle him, Dust is pissed, he decides it's time for revenge

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Dust walked down the hallway, a precise destination in mind. Killer had been very annoying these past few days, attacking him out of nowhere, sometimes even if the others were around. It was humiliating. After debating with himself Dust had finally decided that the best solution was vengeance.

He didn't knock when he arrived at the door, he just entered and locked it behind him.

Killer was on his bed, laying on his stomach, watching a movie on his phone. His jacket was on the ground, leaving him in his sleevless sweater. He looked up at the sound of his door opening and saw Dust locking it from inside. He put his headphones down, pausing the movie.

- You need something ?

He asked, oblivious to his hooded friend's intentions.

Dust didn't answer, he instead used his blue magic on Killer's soul to make sure he wouldn't try to get up and stayed right in place on the bed. Killer jumped, he couldn't see Dust's face under his hood, was he having another maniac episode ?

- WOW- hum- h-hey Dust you okay ??

He tried to move but the magic around his soul prevented him from moving even his arms or legs, all he could do was look around. Dust got closer. Killer's breath fastened. Was he going to kill him ?

Without saying a word Dust got on the bed and sat on his victim's legs.

- D-Dust ?

A chill went down his spine when he felt his sweater being lifted to expose his bones. Oh no. He knew what that meant, and he couldn't even move a finger or teleport away !

- H-Hey ! Dust, Buddy, Pal, Friend, w-we can talk about it, no ??

The more the seconds passed the more Killer was becoming very nervous. Nothing happened for a while, but he soon felt two gloved fingers on each side of his ribcage slowly tracing his ribs. Killer couldn't help but shriek and giggle.

- D-Duhust !

But Dust didn't answer, tracing every rib slowly, watching Killer turn into a giggling mess as he maintained him in place with his magic. It was slow, torturous, the only sound breaking the silence was Killer's giggles, Dust didn't say anything. He wasn't much of a talker anyway. He kept tracing he ribs underneath his fingers.

Killer tried to bite his tongue to muffle his giggles, trembling, he wanted to move so bad but the magic was forbidding him to do so, all he could do was take it and giggle. A red blush appeared on his cheeks.

- Oh fuhuhuck ohohoff !

Suddenly the tickling stopped. Killer sighed, but quickly tensed again when he saw two white gloves falling on the bed in front of his face. Dust had taken his gloves off. He had now direct contact with his bones. And the tickling resumed, ten fingers now slowly spidering on his ribs. The sensation was much more intense without the gloves.

- Dussssst- !

He tried to resist again but it was to no avail, he just couldn't stop the giggles from coming out. His cheeks were burning, glowing red from the slow torture.

He almost shrieked when he felt Dust's hand brush against his spine, fingers gently tapping on it. He was still spidering his ribs with his other hand.

- D-Duhust plehehase ! We-we cahahan tahahalk !

Dust didn't want to talk, Dust wanted to get revenge. He kept tapping on his friend's spine, scratching between the vertebrae to make him shriek, enjoying seeing him finally pay. He soon began to spider on the spine with both hands, slow torture was fun but he wanted to see him cry. Killer flinched, his body trembling like a leaf. He laughed, he wanted to move, to push Dust away and protect his bones, but he couldn't and it was driving him insane. He couldn't even see what Dust was doing, only feel it.

And he felt so much: scraches, spiderings, pinches, occasional squeezes on his ribs, tapping on his arms near his armpits, ... it was a lot to handle. He was laughing, begging Dust to at least let him have a break, but Dust never stopped. By that time he had guessed Dust's motivations.

- IhI- I'm sohorryhyhy ! I'm sorryhyhy fohor tihihicklihihing yohohohuhu !

He apologized, hopping Dust would be satisfied. The answer was more scratching on his spine, making him yell. Tears were forming in his eyes, clear tears, not his usual black determination tears. He kept shrieking and laughing as Dust kept assaulting his spine and ribs, going full speed without any mercy.

- DUHUHUHUST !! I'M SOHOHOHORRYHYHYYY !!

Killer choked, tears falling on the mattress as they rolled down his cheeks. It was too much. The sensation was too much. His cheeks were cramping.

- IHI- IHI WOHOHON'T- I WOHOHON'T DO-

He wheezed.

- DOHO IT AGAAHAHAHAIN !!!

He was completly out of breath, his laughter turning silent.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Killer, the tickling stopped. Dust grabbed his gloves to put them back on and got up, watching Killer wheeze, panting. He deactivated his magic and let him quickly curl up, putting his sweater back in place, his soul was twitching with the overstimulation. Maybe he had been a little bit too harsh, but oh well, at least Killer wouldn't bother him for a good while.

He teleported away, leaving behind him a blushing mess still giggling a little from phantom tickles.

~end~

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Surprise it's me

Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiickle fic

Characters: Empireverse!Nightmare x Empireverse!Error

Context: Nightmare is very anxious and overthinks a lot because of problems in his Empire even when it's time to sleep, so Error decides to shut him up and distract him from his worries for a while

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The king laid on his bed after changing clothes and putting on something more comfortable, a thin shirt and some pants. His right-hand man, also known as his partner, was already laying face flat next to him. He looked up at the exhausted king.

- Big day ?

- Yes... the peasants want more land to cultivate because the current production isn't enough and the demand grows everyday, but I don't have more land to give, everything is already in use either for training, for future constructions of houses, fields for the farm animals, private lands I already gave the retired knights and I can't take back, infertile lands, et cetera et cetera...

Nightmare sighed, he was so tired these days, and the peasants' demands weren't the only thing he had to take care of, he actually had quite a long list... Error was very admirative of his patience.

- We'll find a solution tomorrow, okay ?

But Nightmare wasn't listening.

- Dream doesn't have such problems, I never hear about complaints in his empire.

Aaaand here we go, the comparison to his brother's empire... Error didn't like it when Nightmare compared himself to his brother because he always ended up needing to comfort him and reassure him that he was doing an excellent job too...

- I'm sure he has other broblems to take care of.

- Then why do i never hear about it ? It's not like rumors weren't traveling from an empire to the other with all the merchants.

It was true, rumors WERE traveling very easly between the empires.

- I mean, why is it that eveytime there is a problem it's in MY empire, last time it was a plague and Dream didn't even have a flu ! What is he doing that I'm not ? Or is it me who's doing something wr-EEEK !

He was cut in his sentence by the sensation of squeezes on his side. He rapidly turned his head to look at Error with blushy cheeks.

- Do not interrupt me like that.

- Why don't you just rest for tonight ? You need to sleep too, you can't just worry all day long and never take a break.

Error tried to argue, but of course Nightmare didn't want to take his advice in consideration.

- But I can't ! I need to find what's wrong, it's litteraly my duty as the k-AAH ! Can you stop ?!

He jumped this time, sitting straight to avoid more squeezes, he looked at Error, flustered.

- Okay okay, I'll stop, now come to sleep please, I can see you're tired.

Nightmare looked at him for a bit before finally lying down on his side, turning his back to his boyfriend, arms crossed and knees lift in front of him. How dares he not take him seriously ?!

- Are you seriously pouting ?

Error asked but received no answer. He sighed and pulled his boyfriend against his chest. It was late, he just wanted to sleep, he didn't want to deal with his partner's anxious thoughts tonight. However, he couldn't leave him like that without cheering him up a bit...

- Come on Nighty, don't be mad..

He said, gently scratching his partner's side with two fingers. He saw him tense and tremble slightly, clearly trying not to react. But Error wasn't going to give up so soon, he wrapped his arms around him to prevent him from escaping, spidering ever so slowly along his side in a very teasing and cruel manner. It was hard for the king not to giggle or push his hand away, but he didn't want to give him the reaction he wanted.

- I know you want to laugh, don't try to fight it...

He teased him, making him blush and press a hand on his mouth to prevent any sound from coming out. But he couldn't fight it for too long and soon the giggles came out when Error started scribbling on his tummy with his other hand. God it was so embarrassing.

- I'm your kihihing ! Yohou cahahan't !

Nightmare begged, finally starting to squirm in a vain attempt to free himself, but Error was far stronger than him, he was a guard after all, a trained soldier, and Nightmare wasn't.

- Yeah, the Ticklish King of the Tickle Empire.

Damn, he was really making his poor boyfriend blush. He dug his fingers in his tummy, shaking rapidly to imitate vibrations, earning a shriek and high pitched laughter. The king was breaking, trying to push his arms away but he was shaking too much to really do anything. He gently squeezed his side, knowing it was one of his worst spots.

- S-STOHOHOHOP !!

He yelled. Good things the walls were sound proof or else all of the castle would hear him. But Error didn't stop, keeping him well in place with his back against his chest, preventing him from both escaping or summoning his tentacles. Error knew what he was doing, he was very skilled at that. In fact, since they began dating each other, Error has made it his mission to tickle torture Nightmare every now and then, and even if the king complained a lot, he never really did anything to stop him, so Error took it as a sign that his partner might secretly like it.

- PLEHEHEHAHASE !!

Reduced to begging, what a shame for the all mighty king.

- Will you stop pouting ?

Tears were forming in Nightmare's eyes as the assault against his tummy and side was beginning to be too much to handle, even for him. He quickly nodded yes, laughing too much to speak. A happy tear rolled down his blushing cheek.

Error decided it was enough for tonight and finally let him go, letting him roll over to catch his breath, even more exhausted now. The guard chuckled a bit and gently pat the king's head.

- Everything's okay ?

- I'm gonna hang you...

Error chuckled again at the false threat.

- Come here, hug.

He stretched his arms, his boyfriend crawling towards him and rolling him on his back to lay completly on him. Error smiled, wrapping his arms around him, he gently kissed his forehead.

- You should sleep now, it's late...

Nightmare nodded as he yawned, slowly falling asleep to the rythme of gentle rubs on his back.

- I love you...

He managed to say before finally passing out.

- I love you too...

~end~