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mushiewrites · 1 year ago

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Nettles

George gets too ahead of himself and runs barefoot over a nettle patch. GeorgeHD wants to leave George with the rash to teach him a lesson but he'd be a bad big brother if he let George suffer. Luckily HD has another way to teach George a lesson.

Mushieeeee~ It's hereeee~

So Mushie did a fantastic Lee George week and he graciously let me join and said I could post it at any time. So this is a Day 7 prompt of Lee George week.

Set in the God Sibling AU, sometime after HD and George reunite again.

Pls enjoy :)

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It was a peaceful, idealistic day on the DSMP. The sun had been comfortably warm without being overbearing. The grass seemed greener and the flowers smelled sweeter. Everything was perfect.

“You bloody idiot!”

Almost perfect.

Not wanting to waste a good day, GeorgeHD visited his brother George and coaxed the sleepy brunette out of his bed and into the world. Despite his grumbling and whining when he was first dragged out his cottage, George actually began to enjoy his day. He was comfortably warm and HD had him help with designing a new flower meadow which was endearingly fun.

The good times weren’t meant to last of course. HD had asked George to gather some more flowers, but had warned him away from a spot just down the hill. While a lovely arrangement of tulips lay there, they were surrounded by random patches of nettles and it wasn’t worth the trouble.

George, being ever so confident and boastful, claimed he could easily avoid the nettles and get the tulips. He pointed out a spot where the nettles were thinnest around the tulips and despite HD’s shout for him he ran towards them.

He stepped right into a patch of nettles, barefoot, on his second step.

“I should have left you there in the nettles!” HD fumed as he carried his younger brother into the mushroom cottage. “You were about to fall into another one if I hadn’t caught you!”

George said nothing but huffed with a whining tone. He had made an embarrassing scream when he felt the nettles touch his foot and now he was being carried like a maiden to his home. His only solace was that thankfully the two had not passed anyone on his way home.

When he was brought to his front room, George was dropped onto his couch. Dropped was a very kind way to describe it. He nearly fell off the couch with the force of the bounce, but he stabled himself.

HD had left the room for a moment to collect a glass of water for himself and George. He drank his glass quickly.

“My foot still hurts…” George meekly admitted. Throughout the travel back home his foot had felt like it was burning, but now it was a constant throbbing pain. “I think nettles are still in there.”

“Probably.” HD lowered his glass. “Your foot will be sore for a couple of days. It might turn red to a rash.”

That did not sound pleasant. George looked up to HD, with his best doe eyes and sorrowful expression. “That will hurt…”

“Yes I imagine it would.” HD replied unmoved.

“But… But then I’ll be stuck inside and I can’t help you. And I’ll be sore. And you can heal me so I can help you and…”

“Alright!” HD raised a hand to stop him. “Alright. If your eyes go any bigger they’ll pop out of your skull. I’ll heal you.”

George held back the smile, thinking it would come off as smug. HD nudged at his leg, and George shimmied up. He rested his back onto the arm of the couch and HD sat at the other end.

“I should leave you in pain to teach you a lesson about listening to me.” HD spoke while they grabbed George’s ankle and set it on their lap. “But I’d be a poor older sibling if I left you to suffer.”

HD’s fingers touched over the tender skin of George’s right foot, starting at his heel. It hurt and George held back his yelp to a small jolt in his leg. Eventually where HD touched the pain had faded to a calming coolness that washed away any semblance of discomfort, and George sighed in relief.

The fingers stayed on his heel before slowly moving up, touching at his arch and spreading the cold and getting rid of more of the ache. George relaxed back onto the arm of the couch, letting his thoughts wander. With his foot healed he could beg HD to let him help with the meadow again, and HD wouldn’t refuse his brother.

The fingers carefully went up to the ball of his foot, the pain almost gone, when George felt his skin start to tingle. It was like the opposite of the nettle sting. Instead of burning the tingling spread from the ball of his foot, touching his toes and slightly down his arch. It prickled his skin in softer ways, like pins and needles feeling without the numbness.

It was surprising and it tickled.

George couldn’t catch his reaction fast enough. The laugh bubbled from his lips before he clamped them shut, letting a few little giggles slip out. The urge to pull his foot away was strong, but HD had a firm hold on it and George couldn’t be sure if he stopped himself or HD just didn’t let it go.

“I cannot heal you if you keep wiggling.” HD’s voice was firm and betrayed nothing of what he was doing. He kept the voice and hold of a disapproving brother, but his fingers brushed over the ball of George’s foot, softer than they had over the rest of it. It still tingled along his skin, and HD was too skilled of a healer to accidentally let it happen.

They’re doing it on purpose! They’re punishing me but I won’t let them win.

While George meant it, thinking about his resolve and actually sticking to it were two different things. His mind was strong but his flesh weakened and shuddered under HD’s fingers that slipped down to his heel again.

It took a lot of strain for George to speak without laughing, and even then some giggles slipped out. “You’ve hehehealed me. You can s-stohop.”

“I want to go over again and make sure. If I leave any of the toxin in it’ll cause a rash.” HD replied so coolly.

“L-Lihisten…”

“Do you not want me to heal you, little Prince?” HD looked up from their work. Their eyes were hidden behind the wraps covering them, but their expression was clear. They held a small smile which looked innocent on it’s own but with their unseen eyes made it taunting. “Don’t you want to be healed?”

He absolutely knew what he was doing. His fingers stilled, with the tingling just pulling back to a small feeling. Tickly but not enough to make George laugh.

“You know what happens when you get a rash, right?” HD asked and the tingling stopped.

“Wh-What…?”

“You get itchy.” And his fingers move. Skittering and spidering up and down George’s foot as his other hand tightened around George’s ankle.

The control flood out of George’s system and in the place was nervous panic to escape. He pulled himself up, bending over to make a grab for HD’s hands but he felt a hand push on his chest and he was pushed back onto the couch. A white ephemeral hand pushed firmly down on George’s chest and stopped his attempt. No matter how much George pushed and wiggled he couldn’t get back up. His other leg was still free, but when he tried to kick it was grabbed and pulled under HD’s leg, kept firmly out of place.

George had no defence other than screaming with laughter, pleading for his sibling to stop as they lightly scratched up to the ball of his foot and wiggled over his toes.

“Plehehease! PleEHEhahaSE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” George giggled and writhed over the couch. It was torture being the only thing he could move was his foot, but HD followed it move for move with such precision.

“This is what you get for running off so carelessly!” HD’s voice playfully growled. “And after I warned you too!”

“ThaHAT’S n-nohohot faHAhair!” George whined as much as his laughter would let him. He had shuffled enough to turn slightly on his side, though it didn’t help him much. HD was merciful and let his foot turn with him so it wasn’t at an uncomfortable angle, but HD’s scratching stopped at his foot and now the God was wiggling his finger over George’s big toe and tickling on the soft skin underneath it.

“P-Plehease! Please!” George giggled.

“Are you sorry for running through the nettle patch?” HD asked calmly, though his finger continued tickling.

“Yes yes!” George gasped. There was a spot right under his big toe that sent shock wave after shock wave of electricity through him. It jolted through his nerves but he couldn’t escape. Only giggle and laugh.

“And you’re sorry for not listening to me?” HD added.

“YEHEhes!” George almost screamed.

“And you think I’m the best brother you’ve ever had and you wish you were half as clever as me?”

“YohOHO-” George gasped again. HD’s nails scribbled down his foot again, focusing on the ball his foot before moving down and then quickly tickling back up again. “YOhoHOur mihiy ohohonly brohohother!”

“Well then it should be very easy to admit it.” HD pointed out so calmly. Like he wasn’t tickling the absolute life out of his little brother. “So I’m the best brother you’ve ever had?”

“YEHEHES!” George screamed, pounding his fist into the couch cushions. “YES YOUOU’RE THEHE BEHEHEST!”

“And you wish you were half as clever as me?”

“YES! YEHEHEHES! JUHUHUST STOHOHOP!”

HD stopped immediately. He let go of George’s ankle and let the leg he was holding between his own go too. As soon as he was free the younger brunette curled up into a giggling lump on the couch. He pulled his feet up far away from HD as he could, trying and failing to cover his feet from anymore attacks.

“Oh it wasn’t that bad, you big baby.” HD rolled their eyes.

“N-Not bahad?! That was t-torture! You nearly killed mehehe...” George panted, which didn’t give any weight to his accusation. In fact to HD it was just cuter. His hair was all a mess all over the pillows and his cheeks burned a low blush.

“Killed you? All I did was tickle your foot. If you really want me to kill you…” HD grabbed George’s ankle again and pulled his leg taunt. He just positioned one of his hands on the back of his knee and his brother went ballistic, screaming a mix of threats and pleading until HD let him go again.

“Evil! Evil you are!” George accused.

“Yes yes, I’m a villain.” HD chuckled.

George gave a squeaking scream as HD ruffled his hair but then the God left the room. Only then did George sigh and finally relax. He fully melted into the couch cushions. The tingling in his foot was slowly fading and the warmth from the afternoon sun streaming in through the windows was lulling him to shut his eyes. Just for a moment.

He probably would have fallen asleep if HD had not come back in. He placed a full glass of water down on the table beside George before tapping George’s shoulder and signalling him to get up. George, hesitantly, pushed himself up and HD slipped in to sit down.

“I think you need a nap.” HD announced as he pulled out a book from thin air.

“But…what about the meadow? I can still help.” George worried.

“You can.” HD’s voice went soft, assuring his brother of his worries. “But I think you could use a rest. We have the rest of the day to work on the meadow if we want.”

George wanted to argue more but HD’s hand was on his neck and guided him down to rest on his brother’s lap. It was comfortable, warm and George felt safe. He closed his eyes to the sound of HD opening his book and let himself slip into a gentle sleep.

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