#i'm ngl i havent touched belobog in awhile so i apologize if theyre ooc

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helloooo

can u write lee!luka and ler!natasha with the prompt "And what are you going to do, tickle me?" please :)

maybe natasha is ‘punishing’ luka for sneaking out and getting himself (mildly) injured while he’s still recovering :)

thank youuuu 🫶🫶🫶 (love ur work :D)

Mischievious Prompts [Temporarily Closed]

“C’mon, doc, it’s really not that bad!”

Natasha tore her gaze away from the alcohol swab she’d been preparing to give Luka a tired, raised eyebrow, her tone flat.

“You almost went through the wall. It’s a miracle you’re not paralyzed. The wounds and bruises should be more than enough of a warning for you to take it easy at risk of it getting worse, you know.”

“It barely hurts - ow -”

She couldn’t help rolling her eyes at his softened hiss of pain as she dabbed an open wound, quickly securing it with a bandaid before he could pull himself away - and with that, she shoved him back against the bed, well and truly annoyed.

“Now, you’re going to rest for at least a day - then I’ll assess your condition and decide if you’re well enough to go back out there.”

“And if I don’t?”

She stopped cold, squinting at him; years of dealing with the undercity’s reckless youth had taught her the true might in the Mom Stare™, but to Luka’s credit, if he was cowed by it, he didn’t show it. Strengths that lay in showmanship, she could only assume. 

“... You don’t want to play this game with me, I mean it.”

“No, I mean it. What would you even do? Tickle me?”

That made her snort, and she leaned back over him with a shadow over her gaze, despite the tense smile she returned to him - and the sudden, startled yelp that she got when she abruptly squeezed his hips in reprimand. 

“Aha –! Waitwahait –!!”

“No, that was a good idea, actually,” She quipped back; “They say laughter is the best medicine –”

“Fihine, I’ll rest! Please!”

“ – Hm. That’s more like it.” Satisfied, she pulled away, leaving him to flop back in the bed with a defeated huff – but despite herself, Natasha couldn’t help the fond smile that stole her lips as she moved to put away her supplies.