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Brotherly Compromise

This is a story about Saeran and Seven (Luciel) from Mystic Messenger!! Dunno a lot about the game itself, but got a lot of their story from @magic-ler-marv !

This story is also a little gift for you, Marv! Hope you feel better and have a good day/night/life/etc! Let’s get this show on the road!!

The air blows softly threw the open windows of the home. It was a brisk autumn evening, which meant the leaves were all changing colors.

Some leaves turned yellow, some brown, some even red and orange. Much like the color of a boy’s hair that was in the home that him and his brother shared. The brothers were so alike, yet unalike in so many ways.

One with orange tint red like hair, the other white hair. One with yellow bright eyes, the other a clear ocean blue. The orange hair having headphones around his neck half the time, glasses of yellow and black, and a jacket unzipped half the time.

The other boy, his brother, had a red shirt with a black jacket like outfit hanging off his shoulder all the time possible. The arm it hung off of, had tattoos all up and down the arm. The white haired boy wasn’t the most social, but for his brother, he’d do anything.

Saeran, the white haired boy, was currently laying on the couch, curled up on half of it, since he never was one of those people to completely let loose and lay around like his brother, Luciel. Or Seven, as his friends had dubbed him.

Seven was on the other side of the couch, one arm lazily behind his head, the other on his stomach softly as he watched the random TV show playing. He glanced at Saeran, who was curled up and tense, yet also watching the show.

He didn’t like how his brother was always so tense and uneasy, even someone calling his name from across the hall or street would make him turn around with a yelp. Saeran didn’t have the... cleanest backstory, so it wasn’t really his fault.

Saeran caught Seven looking at him and his cheeks dusted pink, wondering how long he’d been watching him. Seven gave a soft snicker when he saw him blushing.

“So, what do you want to do today, Little Bro?” Seven kept glancing at him, not worried about the show anymore. Saeran glanced at him with his light blue eyes, giving a soft shrug and a mumble. “I-I’m not really sure.”

“We could cook!”

“I-I don’t think that’s wise- I’d just b-burn everything”

“We could play a video game?”

“I know y-you’ll go easy on me. You win every time. You are t-the one who got a job as a hacker after all”

Okay, Saeran, stop being such a buzz kill. At least Seven’s trying! He thought to himself.

“Crafts?” “Since when d-do you do crafts?” “Charades!” “M-My life’s been cooped in a house for years, I-I wouldn’t know the latest memes and topics you’d p-pick.”

Seven was running out. They need a compromise and he was slowly becoming dry. But soon he had one more idea.

“I could tickle you.” Luciel stated. Saeran would be lying if he said that didn’t send a chill to his spine. Where did that idea come from?!

“You could- What??” Saeran seemed to sink into his side of the couch even more, hands up at his chest softly cupped together in his curled up state. Luciel gave a small purr as he crawled closer. “I saaaid, I could tickle you!” He felt a grin place his lips.

“W-Why would we do that exactly?” Saeran wanted to crawl backwards, yet he trusted him. Also he’s on an end of the couch so crawling backwards will cause falling off, and that’s not gonna happen.

“Because we used to do it all the time when we were little! Remember?? You had the same hair as me, we pretended to imitate each other, and whenever I got fed up with your little impressions I’d tickle the snot out of you!~” Luciel giggled. Saeran’s cheeks burned a dark pink, giving a muttered squeak.

“I-I.. I don’t understand why t-that’s an idea though” Saeran looked to the side. It was clear he was more embarrassed than scared or upset of the idea. “Becaaaause! You looooved it!” That remark made Saeran flinch and keep looking away.

“W-What?! I-I did not!!” He was stuttering more than average, which just made him more embarrassed. “You did too! I know you better than anyone, little bro, and it was ooobvious! I know you loved it when I’d squeeze your sides!”

Seven squeezed Saeran’s sides with both his hands as he spoke, to prove his points. Saeran let out a squeak again, flinching into a more curled up ball. Before he can protest, Seven continues. “I know you love it when I tease your ribs!” He traces along the bones.

“I know you love having your little armpits tickled and teased, since I’d tell you to let my hands escape just to dive deeper, and you fell for it every tiiime!” He spiders into his underarms, earning a small squeal. That’s better.

“You loved playing this little piggy, you loved when I’d squeeze your thighs and knees, and I knooooow you love it when I’d trace, draw and drill into your sensitive little hips!~” He moved down to his hips, starting to pinch at his hips, tracing little designs into the bone as well.

That earned the cutest reaction of all! He let out a snort, a wide smile spreading across his face as his cheeks, neck and even his ears tipped a red shade. He let out a whine. He hated how right he was. Seven knew it too.

“I...” Saeran was going to protest, again, but he had no idea how. He didn’t want to lie either. So... he didn’t. “...I-If you want to..” He looked away again. “I.. won’t mind. Just.. don’t kill me, I mean.” He gave a huff of a laugh. Seven’s heart melted. His brother was too cute.

“As you wish, Sae.~” He purrs as he starts squeezing up and down his sides and ribs. Saeran squealed almost instantly, but he didn’t bite his lip. He laughed. He laughed loudly and freely.

“Nohohohohoho!! Luhuhucihiel!” Saeran giggled. He’d always called Seven by his real name. He snickered and giggled even more when Seven cooed at him.

He’d never admit it, but he loved tickling now more than as a kid. After everything his life has thrown at him, his brother’s stuck with him through thick and thin! Seven got a job as a hacker, he asked Rika to check up on him, and he’d spent years helping him through everything. He owes Seven his life.

The thing about the tickling was this though; after the hell he’s gone through, tickling is basically a large sun in an abyss of dark and empty nothingness. Compared to the hell, tickling is a ‘saint’. Seven would rewrite his history if he could, to save him sooner, but he couldn’t.

A loud squeal broke Seven from his thoughts as he looked down at Saeran, who now had his arms clamped to his sides, eyes shut, nose crinkled, and his smile still wide and happy.

“BROHOTHEHEHER!” He bucked to the side, laughing more. “Aw, is little Saeran too ticklish to have his armpits traced and tortured?~” He coos in his bright red ear. The whispers and breath tickled his neck and ear, which didn’t help poor Saeran one bit.

“N-NOHOHO!” He protested against the statement. He was not too ticklish! He is the average amount of ticklish! ...Okay that was a bad argument.

“Either way, I wonder how you’d do if I just attack your worst spot over and over again?~” He gave a soft nip to his ear as he spoke, earning a small snort.

“DOHONT YOU DAHARE!” Saeran squeaked out, whining as he was being teased to no end. “Why?~ I know you’d looooove it! You love tickling, you love laughing, you’re loving this right now, you love meeee, and I know all of it better than you think I do.~” He smirked, which made Saeran just- well- basically he just died.

Died of embarrassment that is. He can’t turn anymore red. His cheeks match the color of what his hair used to be before he dyed it white. He snorted, squeaked, squealed and whined. When he felt Seven stop, he opened one eye up at him in a panting giggly state, seeming like he was upset he stopped.

Though, Seven wasn’t done. Seven smirked even more and moved his hands slowly down his ribs. He knew what this was!! This was not happening!

“5...~” Seven cooed.

“Brohotheher..”

“4...~”

“Dohohon’t!”

“3...~” He’s tracing down his sides slowly.

“Ihi’m warning you-” He can’t threaten at all.

“2..~” He squeezed his lower sides. Another snort.

“I-Ihihi’ll kihihill you-”

Though it broke. He shrieked.

“1!~” Seven squeezed and drilled and kneaded and spidered his hips over. And Over. And over. Saeran absolutely howled.

He’d never remembered ever laughing this hard in his life, not for a long long long time at least. He couldn’t explain what it felt like. You laugh so loud and care free until your abs hurt. Until you can’t process anything else. He loved it.

“NOHOHOHO!!” He pushed at his hands, squealing and throwing his head back against the couch pillows. “LUHUHUCIHIHIEL!” He whined.

“Yes, baby bro?~” He coos, spidering slightly lighter, but not enough to make him stop laughing.

“STAHAHAHAHAP IHIT!!” Another snort. He hated making snorting noises! “Aw, but is that what you really want?~ You know what’ll make me stop for real!~”

“DOHOHO IHI HAVE TO?!” He opened one eye at him again, squealing and cackling. Seven and Saeran always had some sort of way to know when it got unbearable. It was cheesy. Both of them had different things to tell. Saeran would make Seven say ‘Tickle Monster’ since it would embarrass him.

Seven’s word for Saeran was cheesy and very simple to say. After another drill, and another snort and cackle, he finally gave in.

“GAHAHAME OHOHOHOVER!!” Can you tell Seven came up with it? No? Huh, thought that was obvious. Anyway, Seven stopped in an instant with a small kiss to his nose in a platonic and brotherly way.

“You alive, you dork?~” He grinned, resting his chin on Saeran’s chest softly to stare up at his blushy giggly figure. Saeran giggled breathily as he soon opened his eyes at him again.

“I-Ihim much mohore than ahahalive, Luciel.” He stated, giving a flick to his forehead. Seven winced with a squak and a snicker. “Hehey! I will tickle you again!!”

“But that’s not how our games work, brother.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“We made a deal. Back when we were kids.”

“...What deal?”

“Neither is allowed to tickle the other one until revenge is pursued.”

Seven’s laughter rang through the house this time. Saeran showed just as much mercy as Seven did, which was close to none, since Seven was a hard nut to crack and show a real loss.

Saeran had determination though.

This really was a compromise that both brothers can get behind.

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