#author amazingmsme

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Aw this is so very sweet! Thank youuu!!

As You Were Saying?

AN: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all! I think this is the most fun I’ve had with a Squealing Santa fic! @wordstrings this one’s for you! Fjord & Jester are a kilLER tag team (see what I did there?) A huge thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting this year! I hope you all enjoy Kingsley getting wrecked, I know I do. 

Fjord would never say it out loud, but Kingsley was getting on his last damn nerve. Ever since setting out to sea, their new friend formerly known as Mollymauk was practically glued to his side any given minute of the day. At first Fjord welcomed the company, was even flattered by it. But it seemed every time he tried to have an important conversation with someone other than the purple tiefling, he would interrupt or insert himself into the discussion. Fjord knew he was just trying to be helpful, but he needed to realize not every problem concerned him.

He had been discussing the trajectory of their current course with Orly when Kingsley walked up, absorbing every word exchanged. Fjord was already self conscious about his knowledge on the open seas, so he really didn’t need an extra pair of ears listening to his stutter through and second guess himself. It eventually got so distracting, Fjord interrupted himself in the middle of a sentence.

“I’m sorry, but is there anything in particular you need?” he asked, cocking his head. He made sure to keep his tone light so Kingsley wouldn’t think he was upset with him.

He hummed as he thought to himself for a moment, shaking his head. “No, but you looked like you could use the company,” he quipped. Fjord had to chuckle at that, shaking his head out of fond annoyance.

“I appreciate the concern, but Orly and I can handle this.” When Kingsley still lingered, Fjord took it as a sign that he needed a more direct hint. “Why don’t you help Marius clan the canons? I’m sure he’d appreciate the company,” he offered.

Kingsley let out an annoyed sigh and turned to leave. “Sure thing captain.”

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[ticklishraspberries]

Comfortable (Bonnie/Marceline)

Summary: Marceline wants to get dinner, but Bonnie has other plans. (Just a whole, like, two months late, here’s a Femslash February April fic for @amazingmsme!! The original author couldn’t fulfill your request, and no one else really shared any of your fandoms, and since I couldn’t let you go ficless, here’s this!! I hope you enjoy!!)

Marceline’s house had grown cozier since Bonnie moved in.

There were brighter colors, and the furniture was softer, broken in by two bodies. Why would Marceline continue to float above her couch when she could sit on it beside her beautiful girlfriend? And sleeping beside someone was perhaps the most grounding feeling in the world, she decided. The warmth and stability of another soothed the vampire to sleep better than any lullaby or snuggle-sesh with Hambo ever had.

And life was more entertaining with Bonnie around, for sure.

Marcy rarely found herself bored, and when she did, there was always a quick remedy.

“Bonnie, you said we’d go out and get dinner tonight,” she whined, flopping back against the couch.

Bubblegum didn’t look up from her book at the disturbance, only moving her arms so Marcy’s legs could more comfortably sit across her lap. “We will, I promise, just let me finish this chapter first. It’s just starting to get good!”

A dramatic groan left the Vampire Queen’s lips, throwing an arm over her face like a fainting maiden. “But I’m hungry now.”

“And you say that I’m impatient,” Bubblegum muttered.

Marceline stuck out her tongue, but Bonnie’s gaze was still on her book, making Marcy huff.

Then, she got an idea.

Sitting up, she snuggled closer to her girlfriend, resting her chin on Bonnie’s shoulder sweetly. “You know, if you’re gonna deprive me of dinner for this long, maybe I should just have a snack while I wait.”

Bubblegum hummed in acknowledgement, not picking up on the teasing tone in Marceline’s voice. What a mistake that was.

In seconds, the vampire had clambered into Bonnie’s lap, effectively knocking the book aside.

“Hey, Marcy—!”

Her annoyance was cut short into a squeak as Marceline’s tongue ran up the side of her neck. 

“Don’t you know not to keep a vampire waiting?” Marceline cooed. “We get hungry so easily, and all this pink skin just looks delicious.”

Although she knew her girlfriend was only teasing, the words made Bubblegum squirm in her seat. “We can go eat now,” she suggested meekly.

Marceline chuckled. “Too late, Bonnibel. You’re my dinner tonight.”

To anyone listening in, the conversation would sound totally kinky, but that wasn’t the direction Marceline was planning at all. Instead, she lowered her lips back to the skin of Bonnie’s neck, and blew the biggest raspberry she could muster.

The shriek that the princess let out could only be described as undignified, and the book which had fallen not-at-all gracefully into her lap, now went tumbling to the floor as she wriggled about on the couch to escape.

Marceline peppered her partner’s neck in kisses, throwing in the occasional playful nip, leaving Bonnie a giggling mess.

At some point, Marceline decided that one spot just simply wouldn’t do, and darted her hands out to squeeze sensitive sides, resulting in a bout of hysterical laughter.

“No more, no more!”

“But your neck tastes so good,” Marceline whined, licking at Bonnie’s throat for emphasis.

“I’m gonna die!”

“Oh, alright you big baby.”

Marceline backed off and let her girlfriend catch her breath, only feeling a tiny bit guilty when she took in Bonnibel’s red face, rumpled clothes, and messy hair. All that squirming had seemingly taken its toll, and Marceline assumed her own appearance was just as ruffled.

Bonnie flopped against the cushions and sucked in a deep breath, lips still fighting off a smile. “That was so uncalled for. You made me lose my page!”

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s not even a good book anyway.”

Marceline frowned. “Then why was your nose totally buried in it?”

“Um. Well, you see…” Bonnie began, flushing.

“You were trying to stall on our dinner plans, weren’t you?”

The princess gave her a sheepish smile.

“Bonnie! Why didn’t you just say so?”

“You seemed excited! I didn’t want to upset you, I just wasn’t in the mood to go out.”

“Babe, I don’t want to drag you out when you’re not down,” Marceline said, taking Bonnie’s hand and squeezing. “Sometimes I try to plan all these big dates for us cause I forget you’re as much of a homebody as me.”

Bonnie squeezed her hand back.

“Next time, just tell me, silly! What kind of strategy were you going for anyways?”

“I thought if I acted all aloof you’d get distracted from dinner with...you know, other things…” Bonnibel said, her face flushed a deep red.

Marceline grinned. “Other things, hm? Is that what you were trying to achieve?”

Bonnie refused to meet Marceline’s eyes. “Maybe. But instead you just tickled me! Totally unsexy of you.”

“Oh, is it?” Marceline asked, eyes sparkling dangerously. “Give me ten minutes to grab a real snack, then I bet I can prove you wrong.”

“You’re on.”

Later, asleep in their bed beside a very wiped out Bonnibel, Marceline couldn’t help but smile to herself as she felt the warmth of a body beside her, the softness of the blankets and the dip of the mattress beneath her weight.

The house had grown so comfortable since Bonnie moved in. Who needed fancy date nights when they had all they could ever need under their roof?

[tickle-fic-chick]

Punishment || A Hazbin Hotel Tickle Fic

Author’s Note: Part of a fic exchange I’m doing with @amazingmsme​! This is my first time writing a fic for this fandom but I’m super excited. I love all of these characters and I’m eagerly anticipating the next episode. Just a quick warning, this fic contain adult content that usually isn’t present in my work. You have been warned! I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Oh, and remember...you’re never fully dressed without a smile!

Angel Dust was on a mission and he was determined to succeed. He was no stranger to flirting and seducing, not that it shocked anyone. When you worked in the adult entertainment industry such things were expected of you. Angel was exceptionally popular too, with both men and women. While he personally fancied men and only men, there were times when Valentino didn’t give him much of a choice when it came to partners. He would do whatever it took to keep his drug habit funded and his job secured. Still, Angel would have been lying if he said he hated his work. He had been with some of the top overlords in Hell, a claim not many could make. Still, there was one stallion the spider demon had been unable to ride. That stallion was Alastor, the radio demon and resident co-manager of the hotel. Well, he was determined to change that! He could have any man he wanted and that included Alastor!

He poked his head around the corner, eyes zeroing in on his target. Alastor was at the bar counter, seemingly pestering Husk. The cat demon looked like he would have rather been anywhere else, ears twitching as Alastor laughed at one of his own puns. Angel’s heart rate quickened as determination filled him; he could do this! He wasn’t really interested in Alastor as a romantic partner, just as a one-night stand. He was desperate to know what the famous overlord was like in bed. All he had to do was secure one night with him and that would be the end of it. Besides, then he could brag to his coworkers that he had seduced one of the most powerful beings in Hell. How awesome would that be? Angel took a deep breath, adjusting the outfit he had carefully spent an hour choosing before striding towards the bar. The clicking of his heels quickly drew the attention of the other two demons. Alastor’s face remained unchanged, bearing his usual forced grin, and Husk looked like he wanted to throw himself from the roof of the hotel.

“Ah, Angel Dust! Care to join us? I was just telling Husk about the newest ideas Charlie pitched for the hotel!” The deer demon greeted. “Not that I have much of a choice in the matter.” Husk grumbled, downing his third glass of whisky in under ten minutes. With luck he would pass out soon and wouldn’t have to deal with Alastor again for a few hours. Angel leaned against the counter, batting his eyelashes. He made a point to position himself so that his chest was on display, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Husk. “Don’t you ever wear any normal clothes?” The bartender groaned. “Nope! Why would I want to cover up my best assets?” Angel replied, chancing a glance at Alastor. The radio host seemed to be completely unfazed by his tight, revealing corset and mini skirt. Damn, he was good! Still, Angel wasn’t anywhere near ready to give up! Husk groaned, rubbing his head. “I’ll be back...” He grumbled, stumbling off towards the restrooms. It seemed he had over drank, as usual. This left Alastor and Angel Dust completely alone; perfect.

Angel scooted closer to Alastor; that certainly drew the other’s attention. “So, it’s just you and me now...” The spider demon purred. Alastor tilted his head slightly, grin never faltering. “What precisely are you getting at?” The radio host questioned. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I’m getting at. Let’s head up to my room, what do you say? I can show you a real good time.” Alastor chuckled, static filtering through as he took a step back. “I’m afraid I have to turn down your offer. I’m not one for carnal pursuits of the flesh. Why don’t you proposition ‘ole Husker? He would put up a little resistance at first but usually gives in rather quickly.” Angel took another scoot closer to Alastor, eyes burning with desire. “Because it’s not him I want, big boy.” He reached out to touch the other’s arm, which was promptly drawn away. “Angel, if you persist I’m afraid there’s going to be dire consequences.” Angel smirked. “Haven’t you heard? I like bein’ punished, especially by studs like you.”

Alastor’s expression changed, though it was barely noticeable. His already wide smile widened ever so slightly. There was a new gleam to his eyes, though Angel couldn’t tell what it meant yet. “Is that so?” Alastor purred, taking a step closer to the spider demon. His overall presence poured charisma and power, making Angel’s heart nearly jump out of his chest. “Well then, perhaps I shall carry out your little punishment...” Angel’s throat went dry; was it happening? Had his efforts payed off? His eyes narrowed, smirk widening. “Just be gentle with me, Al. I still gotta work tomorrow.” Angel turned, about to lead the way to his quarters when a hand grabbed his wrist. He looked down, discovering a dark tentacle wrapped around it. “Where do you think you are going?” Alastor asked, taking another step closer. Angel gulped, trying to keep up his cocky persona. “My room? Unless you wanna do this right here, where anyone can see us?” Alastor let out another low chuckle. “Let them see. I’m sure they will enjoy the show.”

That surprised Angel Dust. He had never pegged Alastor as the kinky type; the deer demon was the most mysterious and private person he knew! Still, he certainly wasn’t complaining! A few more tentacles appeared from a portal in the ground, wrapping around his arms and legs. He felt himself being hoisted up and pinned to the wall. “Woah! You do this often?” Angel asked with a nervous chuckle. “Yes, though my magic usually isn’t used for something so trivial.” Alastor scanned the trapped actor’s body, clearly contemplating something. “Now it’s my turn to ask you a question.” Angel shrugged; whatever it took to get this show on the road. “Ask away.” Alastor leaned forward, purring into his captive’s ear. “You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?” Angel froze, eyes widening. Had he heard that right? No, surely not! “C-Can you repeat that?” He stammered, earning a devilish laugh from the deer demon. “Are you ticklish? It’s a simple questions, my friend! Yes or no!” Oh, so he had heard right. Angel could feel himself blushing under his fur.

The truth was, he was extremely ticklish. He also loved it, tickling being near the top of his growing list of kinks. Just about everyone knew so he rarely had to explain himself. That, when combined with the pure novelty of Alastor being the one teasing him, flustered the spider demon to no end. “W-Well, I...” He started, a squeal cutting off his words. One of the tentacles had slipped around his waist, stroking against his belly. The corset he was wearing left just the slightest bit of tummy exposed, a choice in attire he was now regretting. He bit his lip, holding back snickers. “Yes or no...” Alastor’s tone just made his teasing ever worse! Angel took a deep breath before finally managing to stammer out an answer. “Yes! Y-You know, thihihis isn’t exactly what I had in mind...” He babbled, a giggle slipping out as a tentacle stroked across his neck. “Good! I cannot wait to explore this further!” Alastor chimed, snapping his fingers. The various tentacles set to work, stroking over his exposed neck and belly. Angel instantly burst into giggles, having no chance of holding it in.

“Ah, it seems we’re already making progress!” Alastor said gleefully, a sadistic undertone in his voice. The tentacles were gentle enough at first, stroking slowly and teasingly across Angel’s belly and neck. However, it seemed that Alastor quickly grew bored with mere giggles and elected to really make the spider demon shriek. More tentacles joined the party, squeezing Angel’s hips and knees. The actor squealed, shaking his head rapidly. “Noooohohohohohahahahaha! Dohohohohohohohon’t!” Alastor feigned ignorance. Of course he did, that bastard! “Don’t? Don’t what, my dear friend? You like this, do you not?” Angel’s eyes widened in shock. “Hohohohohow cohohohould you pohohohohohossibly know thahahahat?” He questioned through another round of laughter. “Why, you just told me!” The deer demon replied. Angel’s cheeks were on fire now. He had tricked him! That bastard had tricked him! That wasn’t fair! 

“Now, would you be so kind as to tell me your worst spot?” Alastor asked. Angel shook his head stubbornly, squealing again as a particularly sensitive spot on his lower belly was targeted. “Thehehehehehehehere is nohohohohoho wahahahahahay in Hehehehehell I’m tehehehehelling yohohohohohou that!” He retorted. In all honesty, he wanted the other to find it. He was actually enjoying himself quite a bit and wanted this to go on as long as he could handle it. Alastor shrugged, humming as he leaned against the bar counter. “Suit yourself! I’ll just have to experiment with each and every spot until I find the right one.” Angel’s eyes flashed deviously. “Oooohohohohoho, kihihihihihinky!” He called out. While there was no visible change, that comment seemed to irk the deer demon as the tickles suddenly grew much more intense. The tentacles more drilled into his torso, forcing waves of laughter from poor Angel. A shriek tore from his throat when a tentacle curiously brushed under one of his arms. “Oooh, what do we have here?” Alastor purred as Angel’s struggling increased tenfold.

Angel felt into wave after wave of shrieks as tentacles began drilling into his exposed hollows. It was bad enough having a sweet spot that was so easily accessed; having six of them just made it worse! “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” He cackled. “Begging? So soon? I would have thought a demon of your experience would have a higher tolerance.” Alastor’s teasing was going to kill him, Angel was sure of it. Well, if those damn tentacles didn’t do it first. There was enough of them to attack every armpit at once, something he was completely unused to. The most lers he had ever had at one time was two; only enough hands for four hollows. While that was still awful, it was nothing compared to Alastor’s attack. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! MEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY!” He pleaded, feeling himself growing tired. The corset’s tightness made it hard to take deep breaths; he would definitely need a break soon.

Thankfully, Alastor decided to be merciful for once in his life. The tentacles receded back into the portal, leaving the spider demon panting on the ground. Angel curled up, wrapping his multitude of arms around his torso. Alastor approached, observing his victim’s tired state. “Well, I’d say that was sufficient enough punishment, don’t you?” Angel looked up at the deer demon, letting out a weak chuckle. “Damn, you’re merciless. We could use someone like you back at the studio. There are demons who would pay good money for a session with you.” Alastor raised his hand, fingers poised to snap again. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’ll back off with the sex stuff, okay?” Angel blurted quickly. Alastor chuckled, offering Angel a hand. Surprised, the actor accepted the gesture and was pulled to his feet. “Good to hear! Oh look, here comes Husker! Shall we have him pour us a drink?” Angel laughed, shaking his head.

That night was certainly full of surprises...

[im-absolutelee-ticklish]

The Tickle Monster(s)

Fandom: Onward 

Summary: Ian is practicing a spell and things go very wrong, or is it very right? His older brother is more than happy to help but did Ian get more than he bargained for? 

Word Count: 2,161 

Author’s notes: I want to thank so many people for helping me with different parts of my writing process for this fic such as @amazingmsme and @rachi-roo and so many others. It’s been a long time coming. But I finally did it. Enough of me talking. Here it is.

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Barley woke up to the sound of someone giggling. He squirmed in his sleep wanting at least a few more minutes before he had to get up. He had been up late last night playing Quests of Yore. The giggling continued and he was starting to get a little annoyed. Although he couldn't help the smile that had been on his lips. He frowned and started opening his eyes. It was then that he realized that he was the one who was giggling. There on-top of his legs was Blazey but something seemed off about her. Barley tried to shake the dragon off but it was no use, she was stuck to him like glue, and really tickling his bare feet. How? He couldn't quite tell, and he couldn't see over the dragon but it was starting to drive him crazy. And since he was fully awake Blazey seemed to go even harder. In his attempt to shake her off. He fell off his bed with a crash laughing hysterically. It was only a moment later and Ian raced into the room. He stood with his staff at the ready. But stopped frozen when he saw the sight. A grin slipping onto his face. 

"Hey Bear." Ian said teasingly. 

"Hahaahi!" Was the response. "HEHELP!" Ian shook his head and giggled. "IAN!" The older brother cried.

"Okay, okay!" He laughed, poking at Blazey's side with the tip of the staff. The dragon didn't budge. Just kept tickling. Now getting between Barley's toes causing him to holler louder and bang his fists against the floor. 

"IAHAAAAHAAHAAAN!" 

"I'm trying!" Ian kept poking up along Blazey's side. "C'mon Blazey, let Bear go. Please." 

"GRAAHAHAAAB HEHEHEEHER!" Ian took a step back.

"I can't! I'm sorry!" Suddenly Ian turned and left the room in a hurry. Poor Barley was left all on his own. 

Barley had had just about enough when his younger brother came back with the dragon's favorite treats. Sniffing the air Blazey turned her head still tickling Barley's feet but having lightened up. "that's a girl. C'mon now." Ian slowly backed out of the room and Blazey with a few final tickles left Barley to recuperate and go eat her real snack happily. 

It didn't take long for Ian to rush into the room and close the door. Leaning up against it. "Hey Barley. You okay?" He asked with a huge grin but his tone was caring. Barley having caught his breath from the previous events nodded his head, getting up and walking over to his brother giving him a huge bear hug.

"I'm great, thanks to you." He took a step back eyeing his brother up and down. "Blazey seems particularly cuddly this morning. Anything you would like to share?" Ian's face started to turn darker.

"Ummm, well." He stuttered not quite looking his brother in the eye. Barley sat down in front of Ian and looked up at him, waiting patiently. The teen sighed. "I was practicing my magic and I guess something went wrong and it hit Blazey and now she's acting all funny."  

"I see. And what spell were you practicing?" He asked curiously. Ian shifted and turned almost as if to walk out the door. "Hey, just where do you think you're going?" Barley said with a grin grabbing onto Ian's arm and pulling him into his lap. Ian struggled a little but soon settled down. "I think I was asking you a question?" 

"Ummm, I was uhhhh. Practicing...." He started. His ears and cheeks turning a deep purple.  

"You know you can tell me anything right? I won't judge you. I'm just trying to help you!" The older of the two hugged Ian close. Hoping to comfort him and ease some of the awkwardness and embarrassment Ian seemed to be experiencing.  

"Ya, I know. It's just I." He took a breath and started speaking quickly. "I found a spell to create a tickle monster and I guess I thought it might be fun, besides maybe it could come in handy, right? So when I said the spell went wrong I think it actually went right. It turned Blazey into a tickle monster but I don't know how to control her or how to turn her back." Barley listened closely to it all trying his best to keep up.

"Let's see if I have this right. You turned Blazey into a tickle monster and you don't know how to get her back." Barley thought for a moment just sitting and cuddling with Ian. "Where'd you find this spell?" Ian squirmed out of his brothers grasp. And got himself mentally ready as he opened the door. There were sounds of Ian's feet running as fast as he could. Suddenly he heard a squeal and more running. This time more feet too. Ian suddenly burst in and slammed the door behind him. In his hands were his staff and a book. 

"This one. I found it in the back corner of the library." He handed it to Barley. The older boy took it and started flipping through it. 

"I haven't seen one like this in years! I thought they were all gone! Good find Brother!" Barley grinned and patted his brother on the back. "let's see." He looked through some of the spells then getting to the page Ian must've found he read though it. "okay. So why did you ask for a tickle monster?" Barley asked casually as he continued reading the page. When Ian didn't say anything Barley looked up. "Ian?" Ian was standing there fiddling with the end of his staff and his cheeks a deeper purple than Barley had ever seen. "Ian?" Barley said again, placing the book down. Getting up and walking over to him. "What is it?" Ian stayed silent. Hyper focused on his staff. 

"Because I wanted it." He mumbled so quiet Barley almost couldn't tell he had been speaking. 

"you'll need to speak up little one." Barley put a reassuring hand on Ian's back.  

"Because I wanted it!" Ian said again, a little louder. 

"Wanted what?" Barley was trying to understand but he just couldn't seem to grasp on. Suddenly one of Ian's hands collided with Barley's ribs and he gave a couple squeezes before squeaking and running and jumping onto Barley's bed burying his face into the pillows. Barley let out a yelp as his ribs were squeezed then stared after Ian before it finally dawned on him. "Ohhh, I see." He walked over and sat on the bed beside Ian. "You just wanted to be tickled!" Barley's heart was practically melting as he reached a hand and wiggled his fingers lightly into his brothers ribs. Ian burst into giggles and shifted away. 

"Baahaaahaarley!" Was the muffled reply.

"If that's what you wanted, why didn't you just say so? You don't need a spell for a tickle monster." He chuckled. 

"I caahaaaahaan't just saahaay! Besides, this waahaahaas easier!" 

"Was it now?" Barley wrapped his big hands around Ian's rib cage and lifted him toward himself his fingers digging lightly into the ticklish ribs. Ian was squirming and giggling like mad. 

"Yeeheeeheees!" 

"Well I wonder if you'll change your mind when I tell you you can't put Blazey back into a normal dragon until she's fulfilled her tickling desires. And her tickling desires will be whatever you wanted the tickle monster for when she was created." 

"What? Noohooo!" 

"Oh yes brother. Only then will the spell work to bring her back." Barley stopped his little attack on his wizard brother. And just hugged him tightly giving him a kiss on his cheek. Ian caught his breath quickly and turned in Barley's lap hugging him back, hiding his face in his brothers neck. Barley chuckled "Alright. Well we should go get this done before mom comes home and she gets attacked. Ian hopped off Barley's lap. 

"Okay." He said shyly. Barley's smile was huge. He had the cutest and best brother in the world. They walked out and looked for their friendly tickle monster. They found her in Ian's bed looking smug as they walked into the room. Ian gulped and blushed.  

"Don't worry. I won't let her take it too far. You just have fun." The smirk on Barley's face was sweet and a little devious. Ian turned to run away but Barley grabbed onto him. Looking at Ian's face. Seeing the panic but pure excitement Barley winked. "You're not going anywhere until we all get what we want." He said so teasingly and looked at Blazey who locked eyes with Barley and she got down off the bed pouncing on Ian's back. 

Now Barley could see what she looked like. It was Blazey but with 4 extra arms. Two on each side between her front and back legs. These arms had furry hands that had retractable claws. And Blazey's tail had a bright. Very fluffy feather on the end. Barley held onto Ian's arms keeping them away from his sides while Blazey was on his back and had two hands squeezing up and down Ian's side as the other two were squeezing his hips. The feather tail was fluttering all around his neck. Ian would've dropped to the ground if Barley wasn't holding him up. He was shaking his head and kicking his legs. Curling them up to his chest and screaming in happy laughter. Barley hadn't heard or seen anything sweeter than the happy face and  laughter of his brother. 

"Is she good at tickling?" Barley teased. Moving his hands down his arms to wiggle his thumbs into the hollows.  

"YEEHEEHEEEEHEES!" 

"You having fuuuuuun?" A slight pause as a scream ripped out. The hands latching onto the backs of the teens thighs. 

"YEEEHEEHEEEEHEEEEEES!" 

"Good. Because we are too!" Barley laughed along with his younger brother. Turning him around and sitting with him on the floor, placing Ian in front of him. His big hands vibrated into Ian's tummy and sides. While Blazey sat on Ian's out stretched legs and wiggled a furry paw in between the toes and one nail dragged up and down the sole of his other foot. Ian had his head tilted back, resting on Barley's shoulder as he screeched and squealed, laughing hysterically. He could barely squirm. "Awww, poor ticklish Ian." This tickling lasted for a few more minutes before both tickle monsters could sense that Ian was reaching the end. They started to slow down. And Ian's laughter turned to giggles.

"Thanks." Ian managed to whisper 

"Hold on. We're not done quuuuuite yet." Ian tried to turn and look at his brother. The two tickle monsters locked eyes and they knew. Barley using both hands scooped Ian up so he was laying on his back across his arms. Then suddenly lifting the teens shirt Barley dropped his face and blew a huge raspberry while Blazey clung to Ian's legs and licked all over Ian's twitching feet. Ian screamed and flailed his arms. A couple more raspberries and licks later and Barley put his brother down. Just holding him gently as he recovered. Blazey sat beside and watched with what looked like a grin. "Happy now brother?" 

"Yes. Are you?" Was the quiet response. 

"Very." They sat together just resting for about half an hour before Ian started squirming.

"Now we can get Blazey back?" He asked getting out of the hug. 

"You sure you want her back?" He teased, pinching Ian's side. 

"Yeehes!" Ian squeaked and jumped out of the way.

"Alright. Go get your staff. I'll help you." Ian ran off and grabbed his staff from Barley's room. He came back and the two brothers performed the spell. It worked like a charm and soon they had a happy normal pet dragon again. 

"Hey Ian. You know that if you ever want to be tickled all you have to do is come ask." Ian looked at his brother shyly. 

"I know. I didn't want to bother you and it's...." 

"Adorable." Barley finished for him. "and you're never a bother. Ever. You got that? I love you!" Ian jumped into the outstretched arms. "and I love tickling you and making you happy. That is my job by the way." Barley chuckled as he wiggled his fingers into Ian's side. Ian squeaked, squirming. 

"Hey!" 

"Okay, okay." He stopped and hugged him tighter. 

"You know what my job is?"

"What?" 

"This!" Ian started his own tickle attack and Barley burst into light laughter. Allowing his brother to have his fun. 

The two elves spent the rest of that day. Just spending time together. Working on a few spells and of course a lot of tickles. While it could feel weird to ask for it. He knew if he tried Barley would know. He was very lucky and happy to have tickle monster as a brother. That didn't mean he wasn't going to bring Blazey the tickler out again. But this time for a different purpose. 

To Be Continued.