#I WAS GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEETSIES IN THE AIR

[misfit-megumi]

"Isn't that love, that you love something not only despite its imperfections but simply because of them?"

Passing Peonies - Post War Touya Todoroki - Part IV

When the war ended, Midoriya Izuku had proven one thing: That Villains did not need to be killed to be defeated. That you could make friends from enemies.

Touya Todoroki, formerly known as Dabi, had been one of those taken into the rehabilitation program. After one year of intense physical and psychological therapy, he's got the chance to prove himself. To prove that he can be a part of this world.

Complete fic length: 30.600 words - Masterlist

Warnings: poor mental health and resentment against past actions is mentioned, burn scars etc. as well. There is angst but this is mostly soft Touya coming back to his family...

Part 4: (2,1k words)

You’re a good teacher.

He’d known before but it becomes clearer now. 

He’s still got problems with fine motor skills, his fingers often too stiff to tie ribbons or cut the smallest branches without damaging the rest of a Bonsai but he’s learning so much, not just about taking care of plants but other things as well.

The old ladies that used to coo at your friendly gifts now flock around him, tell him about their grandkids and ask for his opinion on what to buy them.

He figures out quickly which students like his snarky comments and who’s appreciative of being guided toward a cheaper alternative.

The week after he gets his ZZ plant, he can choose between a bouquet or an indoor plant.

“You don’t even know if I’ve taken good care of him.”

“Well, have you?” You ask, pushing the sleeves of your cardigan up your arms as you prepare to dig into the roots of fiddle-leaf fig, the sight of your bare underarms distracting him for a second.

“Of course. But that’s not the point.”

“Bring him in tomorrow then if you want me to review your work.” You cheekily smile up at him. “Even if you’re just fishing for compliments.”

He picks a golden pothos for his therapist, knowing that he desperately needs a plant to light up that office while also knowing he can’t take that free bouquet and gift it to you, even if he’s starting to want to.

🌺.

Three months later you’ve fallen into a rhythm. 

Every second Friday after closing you let him into your apartment where, after a grilled cheese sandwich and a shared bowl of soup, he waters your plants and renames them.

Bob’s doing so well, he’s already a parent, one of his kids now sitting on Fuyumi’s shelf. 

Hawks has put in a request for more Bouquets for his agency, as well as his father and Shouto, who in turn has seemingly told all his classmates about this great flower shop downtown.

Touya would love how much more money you’re making now if all those customers wouldn’t cut into the time he gets to spend with you.

At least the purple-haired gremlin Shouto calls a classmate hasn’t shown up since he scared him off. He doesn’t like guys buying flowers as an excuse to check you out, especially when they’re too cheap to buy a proper bouquet.

🌺.

“No grilled cheese today.” You tell him one Friday evening as you close the door and turn the key. “I’m buying you dinner.”

His heart skips traitourously.

“You sure your plants can survive without my care?” He jokes and you grin.

“Positive. Now grab your jacket and let's head out.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“Oh, multiple things. We’ve got so much business now we’ll have to start dividing our orders into two different pick-up dates. What do you think of Tuesday and Thursday? We could use Monday and Wednesday to make the bouquets.”

“And the other reasons?”

You laugh, clearly figuring out that there’s no use in redirecting his thoughts. 

“I don’t believe in anniversaries but I’ve heard people say that it’s always hardest after the third month, so I thought you could use a little celebration.”

He looks at you, calculates the slope of your nose against the curve of your lips, and cocks his head to the side.

“And the last thing?”

You sober up quickly, looking down the street into the dark night, the sign of a gas station glowing in the distance.

“Today’s the anniversary of my father’s death.” You look up at him, your eyes open and vulnerable. “I like to do something nice for someone else on that day. As a gift to the world, you know?”

He doesn’t know. But it fits you. Like green aprons and cardigans, white shirts, and grilled cheese.

-

“Do you want to talk about him?”  

You walk in silence for a while, the same comfortable silence he’s shared with you since he’s met you, until eventually you open your mouth.

“We have the same quirk. It has been in our family for generations. My great-great-grandmother was a hero, actually. She made sure to marry someone who complimented her quirk and so on and so forth, until my father decided to marry someone quirkless, to not be a hero, or even a fancy landscaper. He just wanted a normal, comfortable life.”

You point at the door or the restaurant and he follows you, feeling like your story isn’t over yet, but not ready to push you to talk when you never do that with him.

The restaurant isn’t fancy, but it’s not fast food either, telling him that you’re spending quite some money when he’s seen how you live and knows how much the shop used to bring in.

When the waiter leaves your table and he opens his menu, you lean across the table to whisper, bringing along a scent he’s grown so familiar too. The scent of earth and greenery, of flowers and foliage, of you and your shop and your home.

“Sorry, what?” He shakes his head to clear his mind, realizing he missed every word you’ve just said.

“I said if you’re not against sharing they have this amazing combination of gyoza dumpling and melted cheese. They line the Gyoza up and when the cheese is melted you can dip the gyoza in. You can choose what the fillings are and if you want other dips for it but it’s usually a serving for two.”

He blinks at the giddiness lighting up your face. He’d never been especially inclined towards cheese until his mind started linking it to you and now, linking it to you being happy.

“Of course.” He hears himself say and sees you lighting up even more. “But if we order it, we have to go full in. Filled with cheese to dip in cheese. We’re not cowards after all.”

You giggle and he looks back down at the menu to keep himself from staring, glad that his skin grafts cannot blush.

When the waiter returns, however, he’s pulling a face that spells uncomfortableness.

“I’m sorry.” He says, clutching his notepad with both hands. “But I’m… well, I was made aware that we cannot serve you.”

“What do you mean?” Your face is full of confusion while Touya catches on faster. 

“He means he can’t serve me.” He explains and the way the man cringes tells him everything he needs to know.

“It’s alright.” He says when he feels that it’s not, in fact, alright. “I’ll just see you tomorrow then.”

“No.” Your hand’s flat on the table and your voice serious. “Matsumoto-kun, you’ll be serving us.”

“I’m sorry, please, I-”

“Leave it.” Touya tells you, the hard line of your mouth something he hasn’t seen before.

“Is there a problem?” Behind Matsumoto, a new face appears.

“Yes.” You’re standing now, smaller than the two men, but standing your ground. “You’re taking part in the rehabilitation agreement, yet you’re not willing to serve a member of the same agreement. I don’t want to do this but I will have to make a formal complaint if you continue to refuse us service.”

“Madam.” The man behind Matsumoto, obviously the manager, is wringing his hands now. “This isn’t about the agreement. You have to understand what your companion did-”

“It doesn’t matter who he is or what he has done.” You tell them sharply. “He could be Tomura Shigaraki and it would still be your duty to serve him as a customer if he came in here as part of the Rehabiliation agreement.”

“This isn’t our decision,” Matsumoto whispers, eyes looking everywhere but at Touya himself who’s now standing himself, hand on your arm as if that would do something but ground himself.

“Come on.” He tells you. “Not today.”

And somehow he’s said the right thing because you nod and grab your purse and your jacket, following him out of the restaurant.

Five steps from the door he can hear you curse under your breath.

Ten steps from the door he can hear you sniffle and when he turns, you’re full on crying, fat tears dripping down your face.

“Hey. Hey, don’t cry about that. It’s not worth it.”

“It is!” You disagree wetly. “They shouldn’t treat you this way and now I’m mad and I’m hungry and I’m upset that I always cry when I’m mad, and-”

“If it would make you feel better you could let weeds grow in front of their door.”

“They would just pull it out, that’s just hurting the plants.” You complain but you’re almost smiling now.

He’s grinning back at you. “We could spray paint their windows. Egg the front. Put toilet paper over the door.”

“What are you? Five?” 

He laughs and you laugh with him, frozen on the sidewalk in your shared little bubble.

“There’s a Kentucky Fried Chicken down the street, isn’t it?” He asks. “They have cheese fries. It’s not as good as dipping cheesy Gyoza into melted cheese but would it satisfy your cheesy needs?”

“You make me sound like an addict.”

“Aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little bit.”

-

He watches you pop another cheese-covered fry into your mouth and feels only a little weird about it.

“Feeling better?” He asks, chewing on his straw.

“A bit. But I’m still going to put in a formal complaint. It’s not okay.”

“It’s been a year. It’s going to take some time.”

“Still. God, now I can never go back there again and I don’t know anyone else who offers that dish.” You complain.

“I could learn how to make it.” The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them and he bites his tongue, regretting them immediately when you pinch your brows.

“I didn’t know you can cook.” You offer him an easy way out and he shrugs.

“I don’t. But it doesn’t sound that hard.”

You laugh. “Oh, it is. Why do you think I only offer you Miso soup and grilled cheese sandwiches?”

“Because that’s your favorite food?”

“True. But it’s also the only thing I can make. Well, when the sun’s in the right position and the moon’s not looking, I can also make a fried egg.”

He laughs at that. 

“You seem so talented, I thought you’d be good at everything.”

Your smile wavers and you wipe your fingers, signaling you’re done with your food.

“Want to take a walk?” You ask and he nods, throwing away the trash and meeting you at the door.

Something in him wants to take your hand, make sure your pulse is still the same as always, that you’re fine and well and there with him, but he knows that’s not the whole reason.

He wants to take your hand because he wants to hold it and feels like a ZZ plant that’s been put in a dark spot, longing for more light and scared it might burn him at the same time.

He doesn’t put his hands in his pockets, lets them hang by his side loosely, hoping against hope that your hand will knock into his as if a ray of sunlight might accidentally come his way.

-

“My father died five years ago.” You tell the night sky above you. “He had a heart attack and died in his sleep. I miss him every day. And I know he’d be proud of me. Of what I’m doing and how I’m doing it. He’d love my apartment and my shop and even if he’d call every bouquet I make perfection, he’d still pluck around in it, because he couldn’t let anything go untouched. Isn’t that love, that you love something not only despite its imperfections but simply because of them?”

Heaviness settles in his gut yet again as your words sink in. 

You look at him and he wonders if you’re talking about him too. 

He thinks about his parents, his siblings, his friends - if he can call them that. 

He wonders if they love him despite his imperfections and he wonders if he loves them.

“My mother remarried three years ago. And I’m happy for her, because her new husband is really nice, and she’s happy. But they moved, about two years ago, to America of all places. Plane tickets are expensive.”

“It gets lonely sometimes.” He says, not really knowing why until you nod.

“Yeah.” You breathe out. “Yeah.”

He wants to say that he’s here now. That you can lean on him. That he’ll be there for you.

But he doesn’t. Because he can’t. He shouldn’t. He won’t.

So he doesn’t say anything and it seems to be the right thing, allowing the two of you to walk in silence through the dark.

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[trashyswitch]

Giggly Games with Sun & Moon

Sun & Moon are running around, playing hide & seek. When Moon finds Sun, a tickle fight ensues. But it doesn't take long for Sun to turn on Moon. More tickles ensue.

This fanfic was completely based on a roleplay me and my friend @anxious-lee-ler did on Discord. We just had a blast doing it, and I ended up using a lot of the dialogue and narration from the roleplay to write out this fanfic! So, I hope you all enjoy!

It was evening, and the toddlers had all gone home for the day. Due to the fact that the kids they entertained were…well, toddlers…they always went home at about 5 or 6pm, so the parents could get their children some dinner and head home to get them ready for bed. With it currently being 7pm, the Daycare Attendants were now free to do what they wanted until the morning came. And at this moment, Moon and Sun were playing hide & seek within the daycare. 

Moon was walking around the room, trying to find his brother, Sun. “Suuunnyyyy~? Where aaare youuu?” Moon called in a teasy manner, hoping to tease Sun enough to give away his spot. 

Unbeknownst to Moon, Sun was currently hiding in one of the play areas nearby, attempting to stay quiet. But despite all his attempts to hide it… Sun’s little giggles could still be heard within the daycare. And unfortunately (or fortunately , depending on the person), the daycare did have a bit of an echo to it, which only amplified Sun’s giggles for Moon to hear. 

Moon smiled and walked around the outer perimeter of the daycare. “I hear giggles~! I hear giggle-giggle-giggles from Sunny!” Moon teased, placing both his hands around his own ear receptors to emphasize his hearing ability. 

"Eep! Hehehehe!" Sun squeaked, crawling further into the top part of the play area "Nahahaho!" He giggled, unable to stop himself. 

“Mooore giggles? I wonder what’s sooo funny?” Moon teased before turning around and finding the opening of the specific play area Sun happened to be in.

"Eeehehe! Nohohohothing!" Sun giggled, hiding in a small crevice while kicking his legs in an attempt to cope with the tickly butterflies. The little jingles of the bells on his elf-like shoes, could now easily be heard thanks to Sun kicking his little feetsies. This only further gave away the little giggly bean’s hiding spot. 

Moon smirked and decided to climb up the outside of the play area instead of going inside. “I’m gonna getchu~!” Moon teased, climbing higher and higher. 

"Eeek! When dihihihid you-!" Sun yelps with shock (though it sounded more like a squeal). 

Moon smirked as he heard this, climbing up on the wall right behind Sun and sneaking his right hand through the square holes. He poked Sun’s right side with his finger. “Boop!” He added playfully. 

"EEP!" Sun squeaked, having basically jumped 6 feet into the air. "Moonyyyy!" Sun whined. 

Moon giggled and climbed back down to the opening. He went inside the play area entrance this time, and climbed up rather quickly before staring right at Sun with a grin on his face. “Found you!”

"Noooo! Thahahat's cheating!" Sun’s rays spun with excitement. "Meanie Moon!" He whined, 

Moon smirked and wiggled his fingers as the widened smirk on his mask made for a more sinister appearance. “You know what happens now, don’t you?” He asked in a deep, evil voice. 

"Ohohoho gohohohosh!" Sun backed himself as much as he could into a corner, as his mask displayed more of a wobbly smile. "Plahahahay time?" He asked, knowing full well that was the answer. 

Moon smiled brightly and nodded his head. “Iiiit’s play time!!” He declared proudly before quickly skittering his long fingers all over Sun’s thin belly. “Coochy coochy coochy coo~!” Moon teased in a sing-song voice. 

Sun gasped and completely lost it right away. "OHOHO STAHAHAHAHARS!!" He waved his hands around. "NAHAHAHAT THE TUHUHUHUMMYHYHYHYYY!" He begged, giggling his heart out. 

Moon raised an eyebrow. “Why not the tummy? Where else could I possibly tickle?” Moon asked. 

Sun wasn’t entirely sure if this question was rhetorical, or deliberate. So should he answer? Or no? He soon decided that no, he doesn’t need to answer. Cause even if he wanted to answer, what the heck does he say?! ‘Tickle me in this certain spot’?! 

Moon moved a hand under his armpit. “Would the armpit be a better tickle spot?” He asked, before scratching the armpit lightly with his index finger.

"Bwahaha heheheheeee!!" He clamped his arms down, squealing. Though now, Moon had ran into a problem… His hands were now stuck in his brother’s armpits. What shall he do now? 

Moon giggled and consciously decided to just keep on tickling. “If my hands are stuck, I’ll just keep on tickling.” Moon declared. 

"Ihihihit tihihihihickles! It tihihihihickles!!" Sun doubled over, cackling his head off. At the same time, Sun’s head rays had started spinning in rambunctious circles. 

Was this a coping mechanism for Sun? Probably. 

Was it working? Yes. Yes it was. 

…That was, until Moon pulled one of his hands out from Sun’s armpit, and started gently scratching his fingers on one of the rays…

This, followed by the words “I’m struggling to remember…are your rays ticklish?” from Moon, turned Sun into the most adorable little giggle baby that ever existed. It was at this moment when Sun’s laugh had become bouncy and squeaky. Not only that, but his left foot was thumping on the ground, almost like a puppy being scratched in a favorite spot. "Hoohoohoo! Nehehehehahaha! Yehahaha!" Sun laughed, wiggling his rays subconsciously. 

Moon widened his eyes as he smiled brightly. “Awww! I guess they are! Tickle tickle tickle~!” Moon teased as he tickled the top front of the rays. Not only was Sun quite ticklish on his rays…but he’s also super adorable like this! 

The adorableness only tripled when he was showing signs of embarrassment. "Dohohohon't say it! Ohohoho golleehehehehe!" Sun giggled, covering his face. 

"Don't say what?" Moon asked with a smirk. "Don't say the tickle word? Don’t say the special tickle word?" Moon teased further, scratching the back of one of Sun's rays this time. 

Sun gasped and squeaked as the back of his left ray was scratched and skittered. "Eeek! It makes it woherherherse!" Sun explained briefly.

"it does?!" Moon reacted sarcastically, acting like he had no clue what he was doing…when in reality, he was 100% aware…and was fully exploiting it. 

Sun nodded as he giggled, squeaking happily as he scrunched up his shoulders to protect his rays. But as you could probably imagine, scrunching his shoulders up wasn’t stopping anything. 

Moon smiled and decided to move his hands over to both sides of his neck. When he was there, Moon started skittering there with both hands for a small change. “What about here? How ticklish are you here?” Moon asked, genuinely curious. 

Sun threw his head back and squealed! One side of his neck is ticklish enough. But both sides?! This made him giggle and tilt his head left and right like a cute little happy toddler. "Nehehehe! *Snrk*!" He tittered helplessly, scrunching his shoulders and covering his mouth as he pretty much snorted. 

“Awww…you’re really cute, you know that?” Moon told him. 

Sun shook his head. Excuse me- "NONO! I'm nahahahat!!" Sun argued. Sun’s mind was spiraling with thoughts. Like ‘I am NOT cute! How dare!!’ and ‘Such lies!’. Sun covered his whole face plate as if he was attempting to cover up a blush. 

“But you are! You’re even covering up an adorable blush!” Moon added, mentioning his embarrassment.

Sun shook his head, refusing to believe it. "Nahahahat!" He argued. 

"Iiiiiiis~!" Moon teased, insisting that Sun was a cute little bean who deserves tickles. Which in Moon’s eyes…he’s not wrong. 

But all this time that was spent enjoying Sun’s adorableness…ended up distracting Moon from Sun’s incoming revenge…

Sun did a surprising little thing, and started tickling along Moon's back. 

Moon jumped and gasped, before tittering and lowering his head down. “aAH- N-NOhoho-” Moon reacted, losing his concentration for a few moments. 

This was just enough time for Sun to finally return the favor. "Gohohohot youhuhuhu!" He declared with an eager smile. 

Moon shook his head and attempted to tickle Sun’s rays again. “Nohohot quihihihite…Ihihit’s a stahart, buhuhuhut-” he said as he attempted to take back control of the situation. 

Eager to completely destroy Moon, Sun starts tickling his brother’s sides next. "Hehehehere?" He squeaks out, his rays sinking in a little to make the tickles on his rays lessen. 

Moon froze in place for only a moment…before ultimately falling backwards and laughing like his heart depended on it. “GAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO SIHIHIDES! NOHOHO!” He shouted, having completely lost all of his composure. 

"Hoohoohooooo! Not the sides huh?!" Sun playfully chuckled, drawing circles on one side and squeezing the other "Which side tickles more?~ The left?~ Or the right?~" Sun asked. 

Moon pushed his palm against Sun’s face as he cackled and laughed under him. “BOOOHOHOHOOOTH! BOHOHOTH AHARE BAHAHAHAD!” Moon yelled. But noticeably…Moon was slowly leaning towards the left side…

And Sun, funnily enough, had quickly noticed this. “Are you suuuuuure it’s not your left?” Sun teased with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

“YEHEHESS SHUTUP!” Moon shot back. He’s NOT more ticklish on his left side! He’s NOT! There’s no way! There’s- 

"Moony! That's rude!" Sun’s words interrupted Moon’s thoughts. 

Sun had stopped the tickling for a second, before pulling his hands away and thinking for a moment…And without touching Moon, Sun wiggled his fingers just above his brother’s sides. "Kitchy kitchy kitchy cooo~!!" Sun teased. 

Moon squeaked and covered his mouth with his fists. It only took a couple seconds for Moon to start giggling and shaking his head with his eyes squeezed shut. “Nononono- nohohohoho! Nohohoho fahahahair!”

"I'm not even touching you, Moonlee~!" Sun giggles, finally going for both sides "Boo! Tickytickytickyticky~!” He teased, still not touching down on his sides. “Are you enjoying yourself?~ Are ya? Are ya?~" Sun asked next, sounding more and more enthusiastic. 

Moon gasped and squealed, letting out super high-pitched giggles. “EEEHEEHEEheehee! Yeheheheah! Ihihihi ahahahaham!” Moon admitted, kicking his little feetsies like a ballerina. 

Sun gasped excitedly, and threw his arms up, loving his reply. "You like it!" Sun reacted before bringing his hands to Moon's knees, and squeezing the sides of the knees like a father would to their kid. "You like it, you like it, you like it!" Sun kept repeating, refusing to let Moon live this down.

Moon snorted…yes, snorted…and laughed gleefully while shaking his fists around. “Hahahaha! Whyhyhyhy the kneeheeheeheehees?!” He took off his hat and squeezed it as he laughed. “Hohohow ahare my kneeheehees tihicklihihihish?!” Moon asked, genuinely confused.

"Moony snorts as well?!" Sun’s face is practically glowing by this point! And then Sun smiled brightly and poked the front of Moon’s knee. "And why yes! Your knees are ticklish!! But... I'm not sure how... I just know that it's cute!" Sun declared next. 

Moon shook his head, refusing to believe such falsehoods. “Nohohot cuhuhute! Stohohop fihibbihihing!” 

Sun lets out the most dramatic gasp, stopping the tickling right away. "Moon!! I would never tell such slanders! Just for that, more side tickles!!" He dove for his sides, quickly squeezing them. 

Moon screeched like a triceratops and started cackling like a mad man. “NAHAHAHAHA! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY! SOHOHORRYHYHYHY!” Moon shouted. 

"Yeah, you’d better be!" Sun squeezed his hands up his ribs. "Say you're cute, and this will stop~!" Sun declared. 

This made Moon’s laughter lessen to more breathless giggles. “Nohoho wahahahay! Yohohou’re cuhuhuteher!” Moon argued. And truthfully, Moon did believe that Sun was cuter than him by leaps and bounds. But did that matter in this situation? APPARENTLY NOT! 

"Meep! N-no! You are!" Sun pouted with slight embarrassment on his face. But he still continued tickling despite this, eventually tracing around where Moon's torso met his middle. Aka, the upper line that split up the chest and the stomach for flexibility purposes. 

Moon shook his head and started snorting between his laughter every 5 seconds. “NAHAHA- *snort* HAHAHA NOHO- *snort* NOHOHOHO! *snort* HAHAHA!”

There were a lot of snorts. 

"I found a snort spot! This is great!" Sun cooed, suddenly pulling a blue, stiff crafting feather from his pocket and fluttering it on the ticklish line on his chest while tickling his ribs with his other hand. 

His laughter lessened to little helpless giggles. But it would appear that Moon’s snort frequency would stay the same: constant and adorkable. 

"Now admit that you're cute~!" Sun ordered. 

Moon finally gave into his request. “Fihihine! Ihihihi’m cuhuhuhute!” Moon let out. 

"Good! And you are! Now as promised-" Sun giggled and stopped the tickling before booping Moon's nose. “Boop!” He added for extra effect.

Moon’s giggles turned to soft breaths as he went limp on the floor. He squeaked at the nose boop and looked away out of pure, harmless embarrassment.

"Awwe!~ I wiiiiin~!" Sun declared, feeling rather proud of himself. 

Moon couldn’t help the chuckle that left his mouth. “Yohohou…Yohou win…you win…” he told him. 

Sun sat himself up with a happy squeak, crossing his legs with his arms in his lap, and spinning his sun rays while bouncing in place. Sun was very, very happy. It was clear on his face. 

Moon smiled. “Though I technically won the moment I found you…” Moon cleared his throat. “You successfully beat the tickle monster.” Moon added. “Can we call it even?” Moon asked next.

"Mmm... Yeah!" Sun held out his left hand. "Truce?" He asked. 

Moon smiled and put his own hand in Sun’s. “Truce!” He shook on it. 

Though Moon wouldn’t end up seeing Sun’s other hand, which had snuck its way up to Moon's side while they were shaking hands. Like the gremlin he is, Sun had tricked Moon into yet another tickle attack. And though Moon would act like he was annoyed by his actions, Moon secretly didn’t mind it…

But would he actually tell Sun this?! Heck no! Not now! 

But later? Maybe. 

[fandomsnfluff]

mammon & levi tk hcs!!

LOL i actually meant to post this way sooner but my mood has been dropping severely these past couple days and truth be told i'm not back at 100% yet but HERE I FINALLY AM!! i just couldn't help myself from making headcanons about these two, they're probably my favorite brother duo besides the twins 😭

of course, as always, reblogs are appreciated!! c:

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i. think it's pretty safe to say we know who's most often the lee and who's most often the ler in this brother relationship LMAO

hint: the lee is levi and the ler is mammon xD

levi is probably mammon's favorite victim. there tends to be SOME kind of roadblock in the way that simultaneously stops mammon from going after one of his other brothers and takes the enjoyment away from tickling them instead. lucifer is...well, he's lucifer, he's terrifying, satan is also quite scary even if you're trying to get him to laugh, the way asmo reacts sometimes rubs mammon the wrong way, beel is way too easily distracted, and tickling belphie in his sleep usually doesn't work very well.

so that just leaves levi. but in all honesty, mammon isn't too mad about it. he finds his brother's reactions extremely humorous and absolutely adorable.

however, since levi tends to fight back both physically and with insults if not tired out enough, mammon decided that whenever he tickles levi, he has no choice but to completely pin his brother down and tickle him until he's crying and breathless and completely weakened. levi takes 5000 damage every time.

in general, though, it's not too difficult to get a rise out of levi at all. he's just so helplessly ticklish that he can't help but just lie there, shrieking with laughter and far too weak to fight back! and the fact that for some reason he's hypersensitive to mammon's touch doesn't help him in the slightest!

mammon merely wiggling his fingers at levi is enough to get him to react; he'll squirm and start giggling before mammon is remotely close enough to strike. mammon will hover over a sensitive spot, twirling his hands around and ever so gently wiggling his fingers against the air over a tickle zone to make his brother contort his body around and squeal and kick out in an attempt to get away! basic moral of the story is that ghost tickles are TORTURE to levi and they instantaneously make him go into panic mode.

it's also especially bad with mammon because he is THE TEASING KING. like seriously whenever he tickles some (especially levi) he alwAYS HAS TO GET VERBAL ABOUT IT. AND HE'LL DO IT WHILE HE'S TICKLING HIM LITERALLY TO DEATH, SPEAKING AS IF HE'S HAVING A CASUAL CONVERSATION WHILE HIS BROTHER HOWLS WITH LAUGHTER. SAVE HIM PLEASE.

"damn, you're still this sensitive, huh?" he teases as he kneads levi's sides, the otaku breathless with howling laughter as he attempts to curl in on himself.

"ooh, i know your feetsies are ticklish too!" he'll say in a goofy tone as he skitters his fingers along the undersides of levi's feet, making him cackle and kick out.

"oh, it'd be such a shame if i got you ... HERE!" he crows as he hovers over levi's stomach before squeezing against his pudge without warning, causing him to shriek with laughter.

"what about under the arms? oh yeah, he loves under the arms!" he'll chuckle as he digs into levi's pits, his laughter going silent as he rolls around helplessly on the ground.

so yeah, moral of the story, lots of teasing and lots of baby talk. and, as we see here, it works WONDERS on levi.

most of the time and after a lot of teasing, mammon will double over in his own laughter though, mainly because he'll end up hitting a bad spot and causing levi to give that hilariously adorable shrieking cackle.

mammon will utilize his secret weapon of verbal teasing as he rapid-fire tickles levi all over. he'll start by getting his sides, then switch to his stomach, then his underarms, then his neck, and even his inner thighs and parts of his knees! within a minute he'll complete the cycle and start all over again! he'll be rambling off like a boss giving instructions to new hires and other employees while his brother is busy screaming with laughter and attempting to weakly squirm away. it's just too damn funny.

levi also has some pudge around his abdomen, and mammon likes to teasingly squeeze it just to make him squeal with laughter. his baby bro makes the cutest giggles when his pudge is targeted!! so of course these miniature attacks tend to turn into large-scale ones where mammon gets at every weak point on his body!

honestly any time mammon finds himself hanging out with levi he has to tickle him in some way. teasing pokes to the sides while he's in the middle of a video game on a portable console? sneaky drags of the fingernails up the sides of his neck while he's watching a scary movie? random tickle attacks when they find themselves in a massive cuddle pile after an exhausting day? mammon is ready to give his brother tickles all day, every day. levi is not safe.

tickling levi until he cries kind of becomes a weekly occurrence in the house of lamentation. seriously levi screams so loud that it can be heard at every corner of the house. it might make asmo mess up a fingernail, cause lucifer to drop his pen on the ground, hell it might even wake belphie up on a good day.

WHICH IS GOOD BECAUSE MERCILESS TICKLES FOR ANY LONGER THAN A MINUTE WILL CAUSE LEVI TO SHRIEK LUCIFER'S NAME FOR HELP. IT WAS SOMETHING HE DID WHEN THEY WERE KIDS WHEN MAMMON WOULD JUST NOT STOP TICKLE-TORTURING HIM. LIKE I SAID BEFORE: PLEASE SAVE HIM.

mammon usually has to tickle levi when he's sitting up in his chair playing a video game, but every so often he'll threaten to get him before sneaking up on him which turns into this massive game of chase. and rip levi because mammon is canonically the fastest demon brother & apparently levi is not the fastest runner and is very out of shape so mammon will have his brother completely pinned in no time before merciless tickles are given to him all over.

levi is usually already laughing from the anticipation of getting tickles, but as soon as mammon gets him, he just. he just screams and gives the hell up. that's it. he'll probably lose his voice within a minute from how intense it is.

thankfully mammon only made levi laugh so hard he peed himself ONCE. JUST ONCE IN THEIR MULTI-THOUSAND YEARS OF LIVING. and as expected it was when they were basically kids and levi already kind had to go to the bathroom, and...yeah, you can probably work out the rest of the details yourself LMAO

but, despite mammon's multiple victories and levi's shyness preventing him from getting revenge just as easily...there have been times when the younger has gotten back at mammon! of course, levi's face is usually the complexion of a tomato when he even tries, but getting to hear his brother's laughter is enough of a reward for him. he KNOWS mammon can dish it out all he wants but can't take it for shit.

90% of the time levi won't seek revenge though, partly because he knows he'll get destroyed tenfold in return and partly because he's too shy to even try

he tends to take part when lucifer is tying up mammon as a punishment and "requests help" from his brothers, when it means just tickling mammon. because he didn't get his older brother in this position himself, he's much less awkward and in fact is more than happy to join the eldest in his sadistic quest.

there was also a point in time where levi had to wake up mammon very quickly, and the only way he could think of to do that was by rapidly tickling against the bottoms of his feet while yelling, "WAKE UP!" of course, poor mammon woke with a start, no idea what the hell was going on and quite a bit grumpy for a while after having been disturbed from his sleep with something like TICKLES, no less.

so yeah. basically, moral of the story is that these two are dorks and i love them and their tickle shenanigans give me a lot of happiness and joy. ruthless, teasy tickle monster mammon to adorable, blushy lee levi is fucking canon. i'm calling it now & there's nothing u can do about it >0>