"So," Red says while leaning back in his seat, "How's makin' it to round two?"
"Ehhhh," Subz says as he fumbles into the room sparsely decorated with a "Losers' Bracket" sign, "I was put up against God. Not much I could do about it."
Red hums, "Seems about right. At least you weren't like Ash."
"I still won!" Ash yells out from the other room, despite trailing into the room the previous day, covered with blood after being mercilessly pummeled. At least Subz and Clown don't look as bad as the rest of them, even if both of them have seen better days.
Clown lets out a snort, "I mean, at least I beat out Tubbo the first round. I think that counts for something."
"You barely did," Red says as he recalls Clown barely surviving the previous night, "At least you didn't get swept first round...unlike me."
Subz lets out an amused snort before walking out the door again, "Yeah, sorry," He looks at a message on his communicator, "Uh. I gotta go, Joe invited me for tea. For 'Good Sportsmanship' or something like that. Cya."
All of them say goodbye as Subz shuts the door behind him.
Branzy huffs, "Man, why don't I get invited to anything like that?! I got freaking sacrificed for goodness sakes!"
"Listen, it was a little bit funny."
"Maybe to you, Red! But not for me!" Branzy says as he medical supplies for Ash, his campaign was the one with the most losses, after all.
Red lets out a snort, "At least your campaigners didn't lose too badly, unlike As-"
"I can still hear you!"
"You weren't supposed to hear that!" Red yells back.
It's hard to hear through the muffled wall, but they're pretty sure Ash said something about "kicking their asses if he wasn't recovering in bed."
Clown shakes his head, "On the bright side Branzy, your sacrifice helped me out in round 2!"
"Oh, shut up you two!" Branzy protests back, "I even lost in the redemption poll..."
"You and me both, Branzy," Red says.
Branzy takes a deep breath.
"You and me both."
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TickleTober Day 9: Torture
~A/N - Ok so this is my first EVER Originals fic that I'm writing so I really hope it turns out the way I want it to. It's a reader fic with Elijah and Klaus and some spooky witchy magic which gets you in an interesting situation...
This might be a long one sooooo buckle the fuckle up. Also might have some slightly more intense tickle scenes, so a slight TW for that (tied up, tickle interrogation, not exactly soft and fluffy but not terrifying either lol)
Hope you guys like it!
- Enoy! ~
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"Hello there."
You blinked drowsily, the clinking of chains above you waking you violently from your half-conscious state. Where were you? Why were your hands tied? Who was talki-
Oh no.
"I hear you have some information about the whereabouts of a certain vampire I've been looking for."
You locked eyes with none other than Klaus Mikaelson, fear instantly rippling down your spine.
"Words seem to have escaped you..." He said, face tilting in mock concern. "Allow me to help with that."
You gasped, internally cursing yourself for reacting.
"Oh there's no need to be afraid. I won't need to cause too much damage." He grinned, walking around your suspended body. "See, I have a friend of mine who is very handy with spells."
Where was he going with this? Was there some horrific psychological torture you were about to endure? Just how long would you hold out? How long could you hold out?
"And one of my absolute favourites is a little nerve-amplifying spell."
So that was his plan? Set your senses on fire and just wait?
"This little masterpiece allows even the smallest blow to be absolute-" He paused, pinching your bicep.
You screamed, pain shooting past your shoulders and slowly dissipating along your chest.
"-agony."
It was more than anything you had experienced before.
"Are you ready?" Klaus
You tensed, awaiting what you could only imagine would be horrific anguish.
"Niklaus, wait."
The well-dressed immortal in the doorway had his hand held up, halting his brother from beginning what could soon be the worst moments of your life.
"Ah brother, come to see the show?" Klaus opened his arms like a circus ringmaster, welcoming Elijah to his little makeshift torture chamber (which was really just chains hanging from the roof keeping your arms up and ropes keeping your ankles together).
"Unfortunately not."
Klaus sighed. "I suppose you've got some self-righteous monologue coming my way?"
Letting out a chuckle, Elijah stepped towards you, effortlessly keeping your attention with his intimidating presence.
"I have entered into an agreement that no harm shall come to Y/N under any circumstances." The older brother said.
"We barely have to touch them to cause unimaginable pa-."
"Irrelevant." Elijah interrupted. "I gave my word, and I shall hold myself to that."
Klaus rolled his eyes. Clearly this wasn't the first time Elijah had ruined his plans.
You certainly weren't complaining though.
The brothers stood for a few moments in silence, looking you up and down. You weren't sure if they were trying to figure out a plan or purely trying to intimidate you.
Whether it was intentional or not, it was working.
Finally, Elijah spoke.
"Y/N." He moved towards you. "You seem like a sensible young person."
You kept your eyes locked to his. It wouldn't surprise you if he could sense your anxiety, but you weren't going to make it any easier for him to see just how shit scared you were right now.
"Surely you know what's at stake-" He began, placing a hand gently on your back.
But you didn't just feel a hand. You felt each fingertip press into your skin, his palm push against your muscles in an unbearably odd manner.
You couldn't help but let out a muffled yelp, arching away from him.
Klaus tittered in amusement, while Elijah simply gave you a puzzled look.
He turned to face Klaus. "Just how bad was that witch's spell? I can barely brush against them without them recoiling in pain."
Proving his own point, he brushed his fingers against your side and you squealed, violently trying to jerk your hands down to protect yourself.
The younger's snickers turned to a few seconds of laughter.
"That's not pain, brother." Klaus chuckled, and for the first time you shot him a look of pure fear. "I think our friend has another little secret they don't want us to know of."
You couldn't quite see Elijah's face, but clearly something had clicked. For when he turned around next his face could only be described as predatorily calm. He took his place behind you, where all you could see was his hands coming closer and closer to your hypersensitive body.
Once Klaus readied himself in front of you was when your calm composure dissolved into nervous giggling.
"Wahahait plehehease!" You begged, jolting the chains your limbs were currently wrapped in.
"Oh you've got no chance." Klaus grinned.
And then it began.
Elijah's fingernails felt like claws scratching every ticklish nerve under your arms. Each point of contact acting as a conductor of ticklish volts rocketing down your nervous system and setting your body alight. Klaus's thumbs seemed to connect with each fibre of your muscle tissue on your lower sides, massaging your obliques with the speed and intensity of a woodpecker's beak.
The tickling was so much you couldn't react for a few moments, stuck in the stasis of shock while your vocal chords caught up with your physical senses.
You squealed, bursting into manic unstoppable laughter. It felt like your mouth wasn't your own, cackles interrupting every breath you took as they poured out from between your lips.
"Now this seems to be an effective extraction method." Elijah teased right next to your ear.
Klaus's hands wandered slightly lower, squeezing against your hipbones. Each pinch like his hands were scraping against you, making your skeleton vibrate with ticklish sensations.
"NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" You pleaded, though no comprehendible sound came out. Being so caught up in the absolute agony of feelings you were experiencing, it took you a second before you realised the unholy screeching sound was coming from you. Your hips were just too much to bear, and your waist danced from side to side in an attempt to briefly escape the horrific fate you were being subjected to.
"This seems to be the killer Y/N!" Klaus simpered. "Wouldn't you agree?"
It was too much. You were about to snap. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't think. You didn't know if you'd ever feel again. No human has ever experienced this much pure sensation before, and there was nothing you could do but scream. Your eyes and ears were barely giving you any information about the world around you, every sense had shut down in the hopes to preserve what little sanity you had left.
This was it. The breaking point. You were on the edge of just letting go...
"If you boys are done playing, I've managed to figure it out without torturing poor Y/N."
Rebekah! Your knight in shining armour. The only way those torturous hands were anywhere near likely to retract.
"Excellent." Elijah grinned. "I suppose we're done here."
"Aw, but we were just getting started!" Klaus groaned, giving you a menacing wink.
"I'll sort it out, you two fix this mess." Rebekah said, but not before flashing you an amused smirk.
You watched your saviour exit the room, before letting your head hang limp towards the floor.
"Now, how to ensure you don't speak a word of this to anyone..." Klaus said, tapping a finger against his chin.
"Oh with the redness on their cheeks, I highly doubt they'd be sharing this little adventure with anyone." Elijah smirked, eliciting a blush from your traitorous cheeks. "Plus, this spell of yours should take a few days to wear off. If they go blabbing their mouth, who knows who may take advantage of this sensitive situation."
"In that case," Klaus took a step towards you, wriggling his fingers. "shall we continue?"
Elijah smirked. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt."
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Those rules seem reasonable, and as for why the arguing, he was blaming Leona for not taking care of his(Farena/Falena's) kid Cheka
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Ah... I seem to recall briefly seeing Leona and Farena arguing about that as well -rolls eyes-
It is not my place, but Leona has every right to be angry if he is. Just because Cheka loves his uncle doesn't mean he can just run off to go visit Leona without warning
It brings trouble. Troubling his caretakers and guards who were suppose to keep an eye on him, troubles Leona also who while yes is annoyed when Cheka just DOES this without warning, he still cares about his own nephew, and it will trouble his parents
Cheka being a child, while yes is reasonable to understand him doing this, is not an excuse. Cheka should be taught that he can't just barge in without care and Leona will just accept him being around him, the lil cub needs to learn about this
And Farena needs to teach Cheka that, but no, since Leona is Cheka's favorite uncle then apparently he's suppose to drop everything and give his nephew all the time and attention he needs?
Cause he can't himself, he has a kingdom to run, instead of being a father for his own son and an actual brother to Leona to consider what is best for both of them. Instead just to spoil one and immediately blaming the other if something goes wrong...
Oh,
Sorry, do forgive me dearie. Master in a way shares sympathy to Leona since learning a bit from him, but she is the one that mostly... tries to be civil
Myself? I will call it out as it is, so master usually keeps me in check
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