#and then afterwards when he lightly pokes fun at your name call him EVIL

[caruliaa]

roman :((

[turtletimewriting]

That’s chill! How about Janus x Virgil then?

AW HELLS YEAH! I can answer this! I was literally looking at fanart for anxceit earlier today!

1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh?

Janus does. But for a very specific reason. Janus ends up tickle attacking Virgil almost every single day without fail. At the very least. And he always acts so uppity and sassy over tickling the snot out of Virgil. So any revenge is incredible. After all those sarcastic quips and mocking evil cackles, hearing genuine desperate loud laughter is always special. There’s something magical about seeing that evil confident façade melt away to a little blushing lee squealing in tickles. 

2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?

This is, again, very specific but Virgil has a quite ticklish scalp. They both discovered this when Virgil was trying to seem tough and just as evil as Janus so he answered the door with his spider on his head. Janus then starts talking about self care and how to manage anxiety, y’know genuinely important stuff. But Virgil spent the entire time biting down on gasps and wobbly giggles. It was weeks later when Virgil finally explained why he was weird during that conversation and Janus never let him live it down. 

3. Who gets cheer-up tickles?

Virgil does! Whenever he looks down and mopey. Whenever Janus knows he’s got a lot on his plate. Whenever Thomas is feeling really anxious. Whenever he looks completely neutral. Whenever Virgil is running away squealing that he doesn’t need tickles. Oh Virgil stopped smiling for a single second, that sounds like someone needs some emergency tickles. 

4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?

Virgil absolutely takes advantage. Virgil cannot get up in the morning and he absolutely drags Janus down with him. Janus will wake up and see Virgil curled up in the stupid little ball on his chest like the dumb boyfriend he is who totally isn’t cute enough to get away with that. He grumbles and gets really close to shoving Virgil off him but then his dumb boyfriend will do something stupid like curl up closer or cling on to his pjs. Something stupid and dumb so Janus will end up falling asleep again. Surprisingly that means Janus is the one to wake up last. And for some reason Janus is practically still asleep if he sleeps in late and wakes up later than expected. Janus will actually get stuck in his shirt. He will stand there being tickled and he will only swing gently side to side in response. Of course Virgil is going to make the most of it. Also he is completely aware of this and sees this as a great plan to weaken his boyfriend. 

5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?

Oh my god, I feel like all of these are suuuuuper specific but hey! I’m on a roll! Janus discovered Virgil was ticklish through an argument they had actually. They were having a lover’s tiff, a really silly argument but they were both still somehow getting heated about it. Virgil, too frustrated to think straight, goes to crawl under their bed to stop having this conversation. But he is a fully grown man of course. He instantly gets stuck under the bed. Janus is also frustrated too but seeing Virgil’s butt poking out from the bed as his bare feet kick around the carpet as if that would help him is enough to erase all anger from the world. He jokingly tickles his feet while asking if Virgil would like some help. Virgil instantly yelps and starts thrashing faster but he is thoroughly stuck. Janus ends up having a delightful conversation about the argument to a Virgil who is totally able to respond and isn’t crying with tickly laughter. 

Janus’ ticklishness was discovered soon after the daily Virgil tickle attacks started. He woke up one morning to Virgil sitting on his hips with feather dusters, hair brushes, metal claws and baby lotion. He immediately tried to sit up only to notice his hands had been tied to the bed posts. “There is no way I’m just going to sit back and take all your stupid attacks!”

“... attacks? You can’t even say what kind of attacks? Can’t you say the word?”

“...sHUT UP!”

“Sure, this will doing the talking for me,” Janus taunts as he summons his other sets of arms and starts tickling the poop out of Virgil. It takes awhile but Janus’ ticklishness is eventually discovered once Virgil finally gets a hold of himself.

6. Who can’t take tickle bites?

Janus. It’s the one form of tickling that he just can’t handle when done right. To make it worse though, they eventually noticed that because it requires Virgil to literally bury his face into Janus then his eye shadow gets smudged wherever he gives some tickly bites. So they can always track exactly where Virgil tickled him. Afterwards, he’ll poke the trail of eye shadow and ask which tickle bite tickled more. Janus absolutely hates this game as much as he loves it.

7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?

Virgil, of course. He’s a SLEEPY boy! He’s gotta get all his snoozes. But Janus is just an absolute dick of a boyfriend and will torture him to get up in the morning. In those mornings when Virgil’s tries to be all cute curled up, Janus is not above drilling into his belly or even fluttering around his navel. His best technique to getting Virgil awake is using all his arms to pin him in that curled up ball on his chest while tickling him to pieces. Then after the morning wake up call, Janus will kiss his forehead and snuggle up to him tighter. Waking him up with tickles doesn’t always mean leaving the warm snuggly bed. 

8. Who gives up in a tickle fight?

Janus. He is so easily flustered that it’s ridiculous. After all the tickle attacks and self proclaimed tickle titles, he just can’t handle what he dishes out. The world’s most ticklish tickle monster. After a few teases and especially some gentle fluttering tickles around his scaley tummy and he’s fallen to the ground hissing some pathetic begs. And Virgil has never felt more power than when he deliberately starts a tickle fight, because he knows that no matter what he will win. Plus also maybe he also kinda enjoys seeing his boyfriend all giggly and blushing but whatever...

9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?

Neither I feel like. Virgil just kinda wiggles or pathetically curls into a protective ball that never ever protects him. Janus knows that if he gets too flaily then Virgil has too much self preservation and will let himself be pushed to the side. So neither, tickling is always just some good plain fun! Even when tickled attacked during his daily attacks, Virgil will at most lightly pat against Janus’ back. 

10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?

Against how much he is the ultimate tickle monster, Janus is the one to get embarrassed over wanting tickles and will provoke rather than ask. He’d rather be struck with lightning than ask for something so stupid from his loving caring boyfriend who enjoys tickling people. But he provokes through being bratty. Constant quips and sarcasm and a few name calling all helps provoke Virgil. The downside is that he is so sarcastic that it’s hard to know when he’s being extra sarcastic. Thankfully, Virgil has figured out that Janus only ever calls him ‘doofus’ when he really wants tickles. Janus doesn’t normally say doofus. He’s too posh to ever consider such a stupid sounding word. But when he’s in a lee mood, his brain has melted away into nothing but ‘weee tickles go brrr’. So words like doofus and stupid nugget came out to play. Whenever Virgil hears these names too, he instantly freezes and turns towards Janus silently with a frozen look. And it completely freaks and flusters Janus out instantly. 

[christophe-delorne]

Good Dog

Chapter 13

Pairings: Gregory x Christophe

Warnings: Swearing, they talk about torture.

AU: Adults.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, heavy enough that Christophe could feel the vibration through the very ground. It was a warning, a premonition of the storm that was to come. A fitting threat to what was to come once he finished what he was doing. Headlights framed his figure from behind, casting very little light to the open grave before him, though by no means was it empty. Green eyes peered down through slits to the current resident within the freshly dug grave, still unconscious from earlier that evening. Couldn't possibly be good for his mental health, but that really wasn't his problem. This was just part of the job, what happened afterwards was none of his concern as long as he got what he wanted.

A droplet of water splattered on the rubber surface of the mask Christophe wore. He hadn't been the one to buy it, Gregory was oh-so-gracious to provide the Frenchman with a means to hide his identity. So of fucking course it was a dog mask, the sick bastard even got the 'doberman' option as well. It was all some big fucking joke to him, but Christophe hadn't had time to order an actual decent mask in the middle of summer. It would simply have to do. At least Christophe couldn't see himself, so he could mentally block out the fact that Gregory was publicly humiliating him on the sly. At least no one would actually know or remember that he hated dogs, especially not the man slowly starting to come to within the grave.

"Wh... What?" A voice rose up from the hole, the male within reaching up to groggily rub at his eyes as if he'd been disturbed from a heavy sleep. His name, Leopold 'Butters' Stotch, secretary to MBP's CEO, Eric Cartman and so much more as Gregory and Christophe had uncovered. It was no wonder why McCormick insisted that they didn't kill Leopold on the spot, the man was in some serious deep shit and it would be easier just to kill him. It began to lightly sprinkle, the droplets of water serving to further wake Leopold up as he pushed himself into a sit. Christophe could see the expression on Leopold's face as he slowly registered he wasn't in his bed, but six feet within the earth.

Leopold looked up, his head angled upwards towards Christophe, allowing the Frenchman to get a good look at his panicked face. If it were for the scar over one eye, Christophe would've deemed him incapable of looking like some evil mastermind. However, Christophe knew better than to underestimate someone, even with their looks. Anyone was capable of violence, one simply had to set the game up correctly. Christophe turned his head, peering over his shoulder at the one other occupant to this late night excursion. Gregory was standing back, near the car they rented, an umbrella out and over his head. At this distance, he couldn't make out any details about Gregory, only a vague dark form in the light.

"He's awake." Christophe gruffed out, his voice hinting of a Russia accent. He was capable of disguising himself and he wanted to keep Leopold on the wrong path.

"Wonderful." Gregory's accent matched Christophe's, though more refined, regal, as if hinting of upper class versus the Russian laborer Christophe posed as. "Start the process."

Christophe turned his head back to Leopold, who looked like he was about to piss his pants, how someone like this became a part of the crime syndicate was beyond Christophe. Perhaps there was more too this man than met the eye. Christophe didn't have time to poke and prod, to peel away the secrets until there was nothing left. They were running on a tight schedule, meaning Christophe couldn't have any decent fun.

"Wh-Who are you people?" Leopold asked, trying to gain back some form of confidence, his fingers curling into fists. "You can't just go taking people from their beds like this! You'll regret every doing this to me!"

"I can and I have." Christophe picked up a handful of dirt that was starting to grow damp from the sprinkling, tossing it into Leopold's face. "If you continue to threaten me, I will bury you alive."

"Stop playing with your food, dog." Gregory warned from behind, drawing an annoyed rumble from Christophe. The Brit should know all about theatrics, how setting up fear and anticipation was vital if they were going to get the job done in this situation.

"This can go down two ways. Either you do as I say or I'll bury you alive. Is that understood, Mr. Stotch?" Christophe paused, head tilting. "Or should I say, Mr. Ghee?"

This seemed to get Leopold's attention, his gaze shifting away nervously. He didn't need to say anything to reveal that Christophe had hit the nail on the head. The Frenchman in the meantime, pulled out a pre-paid phone, activating the screen and with a few taps he brought up the emails Gregory had uploaded onto it.

"Yes, codename Ghee. The contact for exporting a new illegal drug to Europe. To deliver such drugs overseas without anyone catching on costs a good deal of money, something the drug cartels across the border had no interest in spending." Christophe tossed the phone to Leopold, who fumbled a bit before catching it. He took a moment to look over the files on the phone, his skin pallor turning white as a ghost as he realized Christophe had retrieved all the emails from his secondary email. "It would be a shame if those found their way into the FBI's hands. All we ask is for one simple little favor."

"What do you want? Money? In on the deal? I can get you anything, just say the word." Leopold tightened his grip on the phone, it almost looked like he was half tempted to crush it or throw it back at Christophe. Either way, the files were stored elsewhere, the ones on the phone were simply copies.

"I don't have interest in any of those things. What I want is for you to quit your job."

"What?! I can't do that! Eric will kill me!" Leopold seemed more concerned about the threat of Eric than the threat right in front of him. It was almost insulting, but then again Leopold likely didn't understand how much of a threat Christophe could be. So, Christophe had to prove a point.

Christophe reached out, snagging Leopold by the collar of his shirt and dragging him up off the ground with ease. With Christophe being crouched on the edge of the hole, he managed to come face to face with Leo, or rather face to mask. "I'll fuckin' kill you if you don't. It won't be pretty either." Christophe narrowed his gaze, glaring through the slits. Threatening Leo likely wouldn't have a strong impact. However, Christophe had a suspicion there was another way. So he dropped Leo back into the grave, causing the other male to stumble a bit but managed to stay on his feet.

"No, I don't think that would break a naive little spirit like yours. I need to dig deeper, hurt you on a level that's not physical."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I was looking through your phone earlier and I couldn't help but notice you texting someone by the name of 'Kenny'. You two seem really close, I can make his disappear. Maybe that'd be too kind. I could send him back to you. Piece by piece. Keeping him alive the entire time until I take out his heart and give it to you personally." This seemed to get a proper reaction out of Leopold, fear, anger, desperation was written all across his face as he looked up at the masked Frenchman. Christophe waited, letting Leopold puzzle out his options and come down to the conclusion that Christophe would get what he wanted.

"If I do this, Eric my try to do the same thing."

"Eric doesn't know. But he could know if you upset the wrong people. Don't worry, you'll go into hiding until all of this is over."

"Until what is over?"

"Dog. Hurry up before it starts to rain." Gregory intervened, sounding a little annoyed.

"You heard the man. Time's up. Call Eric and either quit or get yourself fired." Christophe crouched again, looking like he was all too eager to tear into Leopold who was holding the phone clenched to his chest.

"Fine, asshole." Leopold gave one last glare before looking down at the phone, dialing the number to his boss. Holding it up to his ear, though sheltering it with his other hand to keep the random drops of rain from getting on it. After a moment, the other line picked up. "Hey, its me, Butters." Pause. "Yeah, I know its late but I just wanted to ca-" Seems like an interruption on the other end. "Shut the fuck up, Eric and let me speak!" Seems like Eric was getting on Leopold's nerves finally, or the stress was actually getting to him. "I'm quiting. I'm tired of dealing with your fatass. I'm leaving, deal with this shit yourself. Have a good rest of your night, bye."

Christophe felt he was getting a bit of whiplash from the fact Leopold went from angry to polite within an instant, but he couldn't let himself get caught off guard as Leopold tossed him the phone back. Chris dropped it on the ground and slammed his boot down onto it. It began to ring, likely Eric calling back to talk to Leopold, but Christophe was ruthlessly crushing it into the dirt until it finally stopped ringing. Once it did, Christophe picked it back up and put it in his pocket.

Now the sprinkling was turning into actual rain, making the dirt turn into mud, running into the hole into slow streams. "Good, thanks for the assistance." Christophe picked up his dirty shovel and made his way back to Gregory who was checking the time on his phone impatiently. Tossing the shovel in the trunk, he could hear Leopold calling out, asking for help to get him out of the hole, but both men ignored it. They had no intentions in taking Leopold back to his home, it was better just to leave him there. Gregory seemed almost tempted to do worse as he was already clenching the steering wheel when Christophe climbed into the passenger seat.

"Jealous much?" Christophe made the snide remark as he pulled off his mask, tossing it into the backseat. His gaze caught Gregory looking over at him in disgust, for good reason. Christophe was filthy from digging, covered in dirt and sweat but it couldn't be helped and it wasn't like this was Gregory's car back home. It was a temporary rental under a false name. Gregory was thorough in making sure nothing traced back to him, not wanting to risk their plan being ruined before it could be put into play. Still though, Gregory looked like he was tempted to make Christophe walk home.

"Of course, I have no intentions of sharing my pet with others." Gregory reached out, brushing his knuckles, clothed in leather gloves, over Christophe's cheek. The Frenchman let out a sound of annoyance and moved away, which seemed to be the wrong choice at the moment. Gregory snatched Christophe by his chin and jaw, the grip was bruising as Gregory forced Christophe to look at him. Defiance burned in Christophe's gaze but he knew better than to do anything more than that.

"Oh? You get to fuckin' dick around with whoever the fuck you please, but I can't?" Christophe couldn't keep his mouth shut, but he was frustrated that Gregory was allowed to be jealous but he couldn't.

"No, you can't because I said so. We are on two different levels, in case you've forgotten. I'm in charge here, the master so I make the rules. And if you haven't noticed by now, but life isn't fair darling." Gregory let go of Christophe's chin, giving him a bit of a rough pat on the cheek that was more dangerous than affectionate. "Now call McCormick, tell him where his little boyfriend is at. Can't have him dying and ruining all the plans now."