#lee!Nikolai

[ijustliketickling]

Lee!Nikolai

No more school!!! Yay!!! Here's some lee!Nikolai to celebrate :))) There really isn't enough lee!Nikolai out there, this man deserves tickles toooo!!!!

[masked-switch]

You probably got fed up with Nikolai barely, if at all, reacting to you trying to get back at him. He is ticklish, that much I can tell you, he just doesn’t show it. Only when you’re playfully complaining to him about it with Laswell overhearing does the situation brighten for you. As someone who works for the CIA, Laswell has dirt on just about any person, including Nikolai. Besides, they’ve been friends for a long time too, which made her one of the most qualified people to tell you that Nikolai can be weak to tickles, if done correctly. Beating around the bush, Nikolai neither confirms nor denies this, but promises you that he’ll hold still and let you try, under the premise he gets to do the same later. He’s confident you won’t be able to get him to laugh. Ever the keeper of his word, you try. Laswell watches as you fail time and time again to even get him to flinch. With a sigh, she shows you the ropes, telling you what to do in order to accomplish your goal. Advice is given, instructions are told as though you’re taking apart a weapon and cleaning it for the first time. In this case, you’re merely told to lightly scratch under his chin. Despite expecting it, Nikolai shudders regardless. It’s a pleasant sensation, but it takes everything in him to not flinch. Next up is the side of his neck, and lastly, his cheeks. A smile has made its way onto his lips, even during the first spot, but you couldn’t tell whether it was out of pity or mockery. Gently grazing his skin, you weren’t even sure if you were touching it in the first place, seemed to work. A few giggles spilt here and there, but he never bothered to grab your hand or push you away. According to Laswell, as well as Nikolai, that was likely everything you were gonna get out of him using your hands only. If you desired a stronger outcome you’d need something along the lines of a feather or a make-up brush. As it turns out, being rough doesn’t work on him at all, he’s trained himself out of that, but since he never really got the chance to get used to gentle tickles he couldn’t build up a resistance to them. Regardless, it was your turn to get wrecked and Nikolai wasn’t going to go easy on you for what you did.

[blue-little-angel]

What's up, Lucas? Love your writing! Can I please request a fill of Lee! Nikolai ler! gn reader? If you've ever been tickled before (and like it ofc!), you know how FREEING it can feel! And what does Nikolai strive for? Freedom! Yeah, I just want the clown to get *lovingly* wrecked and pampered, honestly. If you're cool with it, can you turn this concept into a fic, pls?

My apologies it took so much time to make, I had been struggling with making a present for my friend's birthday so I wasn't able to write all the requests, I APOLOGIZE DEEPLY FOR MAKING YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING WAIT SO MUCH!! SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY!!!!😭🫂

•°|Hope your day is as great as you are|°•

Fandom: boungo stray dogs

Lee: Nikolai Gogol

Ler: Gn! Reader

Sorry if it's not as good as expected 🫂🥹

You were breathless from your playful wrestling match with Nikolai. The agility and strength of the clown never ceased to amaze you. But finally, through persistence and a clever maneuver, you had gained the advantage, pinning Nikolai to the ground beneath you.

His beloved coat lay just out of reach, impossible for him to use it and escape. With Nikolai now at your mercy, vulnerable without its protective padding, a mischievous idea came to mind. After all, he had been causing quite a ruckus with his antics that day. What better thing to do than a bit of tickling to teach him a lesson?

Nikolai's eyes widened as he sensed your intent. "N-now see here, no need for such foolishness!" he protested, but there was barely suppressed laughter behind his words. Your hands danced lightly over his sides and stomach, eliciting muffled snorts and chuckles.

Much to your surprise, Nikolai did not seem nearly as opposed to the tickling as his words implied. A wide smile broke out across his pretty face as he squirmed and giggled helplessly beneath your teasing fingers. His body shook with barely contained laughter, his cute squeaks filling you with delight.

As for Nikolai well...to his surprise, he didn't mind it so much. He felt free, in his own little bubble of silly chuckles and soft feather-like touches. In fact forget what I said, it's not that he didn't mind it, he loved that feeling.

After a few moments, you showed mercy and eased up your assault. Nikolai gazed up at you, still smiling, a sparkle of mischief and fun in his eyes. Perhaps even this sadistic clown had a soft spot for some harmless affection. From that day on, you knew just the trick for livening up any dour moods or silly spats - a well-placed tickle would have Nikolai in happy stitches in no time !

As Nikolai's giggles subsided, he took a moment to catch his breath. His cheeks wore a rosy blush from such undignified yet undeniable mirth. "You've found my one weakness it seems, my dove" he rumbled with amusement.

You smiled gently down at him, stroking his hair in a soothing rhythm. Nikolai sighed contentedly, leaning into your touch like a pampered pet. In these quiet moments of trust, his eccentric persona faded and glimpses of deeper vulnerability showed through.

You knew how difficult it was for him to let down his guard, even around loved ones, how much his willingness to be free affected that. That he allowed this playful intimacy spoke volumes of his care for you. Your heart swelled with affection for this lonely soul who so rarely showed his calm softer side.

And with that you went back to lightly tickle under his chin, letting his beautiful weirdly shy giggles fill the hallways

[rachi-roo]

😈 Get him more. He must be punished for his crimes!!

Someone pat me on the head and condescendingly tell me that it's not bad, I'm begging you :_

[fanta-syrop]

tr: darn it, kolya!

[luckyshinyhunter]

💜💘What can I say, Himbos are my type!💘💜

[mah-t-wordblog]

Joke

Tickletober day 24

Lee: Fyodor Dostoevsky

Ler: Nikolai Gogol

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Ships: a little Fyodor x Nikolai

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Nikolai walked, I mean, ran, to Fyodor, who was sitting in his armchair

“Fyodor! Fyodor!” He exclaimed

The Russian looked at him “yes?”

“Can I tell you a joke? You’ll find it hilarious!”

Fyodor smiled, this question was quite common

“Of course”

“So here it goes!” Nikolai spun around to emphasize the question “how do you make an octopus laugh?”

Fyodor scratched his chin, thinking

“Hmm, I don’t know, how?”

“You ten-tickle him!”

Nikolai laughed to himself

“That was really bad” Fyodor said

“Oh come on! Just this once! Give me a little laugh” Nikolai approached and put his hands on the man’s ribs

“Pfff” Fyodor said, holding his hands

“That was hilarious, ten-tickles, do you understand?”

“Nohoho ihit wahahasn’t” Fyodor didn’t laugh much because he wasn’t very ticklish, and also because he was holding himself back

“Oh sure it was, you’re laughing!” Nikolai exclaimed “I love hearing you laugh!”

The Russian threw his head back and laughed a little louder

“OK OK ENOHOHOUGH NIHIKOLAHAI”

The jester let him go

“Hahaha! Ten-tickles, do you understand?”

“Yes, yes, I already understood” Fyodor wasn’t angry, he was even smiling

Nikolai watched him “Can you play a song for me?”

The request wasn’t uncommon either, but it always happened out of the blue, as if the boy changed personality without warning

“Sure”

Nikolai took Fyodor’s cello and sat on the floor to listen to him play

He laughed as the music started, I guess he was crazy, and Fyodor didn’t care, he was just as crazy

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Tickletoberrrrrrr 💛💛

[tricks-tickles]

merry (late) christmas and a happy new year to @blue-little-angel! trust me to finish this one singular day before the deadline haha, thank you to @squealing-santa for bearing w me. anyway here is your fic! i may have misread your prompt a little and so this is only sigma and nikolai but i hope you’re still happy with it. This is also my first bsd fic so sorry if the timeline/characterisation/vibes are off haha

ANYWAY

word count: 1228

pairing: Lee!Sigma & Ler!Nikolai

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‘Sigma~!’

He stayed very quiet. Focus on work: read over that paperwork… sign on the line, okay looking good-

‘Siiigma!’

Maybe if he was quiet enough Nikolai just wouldn’t see him. Like a T-Rex, if it’s not moving it can’t see it.

‘Ah! There you are~.’

Shit.

Out of all the members of the Decay of Angels, Nikolai was Sigma’s least favourite. He was far too unhinged, occasionally visiting Sigma just to threaten him as a joke, or play around with him. Never really hurting him though, Sigma suspected that Fyodor had ordered him not to.

That was another thing. Nikolai hated any time Sigma spent with Fyodor. Few as it was, in Nikolai’s opinion it was time that should have been spent with him instead. Nevermind that they were only discussing their great plan, or giving meagre updates on the Casino, according to Nikolai that was time that ought to have been spent with him, Fyodor’s best friend or boyfriend or whatever.

Sigma truly did not wish to be a part of either of their schemes. All he wanted to do was run his Casino. And yet.

“Sigma!” Nikolai pouted, “Why were you ignoring me?”

Sigma took in a long, measured breath.

“I did not mean to ignore you, I was just focussed on my work.” Which I would love to get back to, he thought bitterly.

“Oh, okay!” Nikolai said, taking a seat on his desk, scattering papers to the floor. Sigma leaned down to pick them up.

“It’s just… what were you up to today?” Nikolai said, seeming earnestly curious.

Sigma leaned back up, shuffling the stack back together and setting them down neatly on the desk. “I had breakfast with my head of staff, then had a brief meeting with Fyodor-”

“See,” Nikolai interrupted, “That’s what I heard, but I thought it couldn’t be true because Fyodor was meant to meet with me this morning and I thought ‘There’s no way my best friend Dostoy would blow me off for you!’, But now you’re telling me he did? Why would Dostoy do that?” He leaned in closer, kicking his feet childishly, “I think you must have done something… forced him.”

“I can assure you,” Sigma put on his best ‘Manager’ voice, “That I did in no way force Fyodor to meet with me, nor did I have any idea of your plans.”

“Hmm…” A mischievous grin broke out on Nikolai’s face, “If you say so~!”

For a second, Sigma hoped that would be all. For a second, he turned back to his desk and lifted his hand to the paper on top of the stack, when all of the papers were suddenly lifted away from him. He looked up, mouth open in protest as Nikolai tossed the papers into his cloak.

There was a beat of silence.

Then, a fluttering noise at the end of the room as the papers scattered out of Nikolai’s portal.

He did not turn to look, did not sigh, or even blink. Nikolai’s face was stretched into a massive, wobbly grin, as though he was trying not to laugh. It did not last long, as he burst into a loud, maniacal laugh. Now Sigma did sigh, as he raised from the chair and walked to the mess at the end of the room.

Apparently Nikolai did not deem this punishment enough, for as soon as he had turned his back he felt a heavy weight flop on top of him, arms wrapping around his core.

“Oh Sigma~.” Nikolai sang in his ear, and began prodding at his sides.

Fuck.

He tried to keep his composure, but Nikolai’s fingers were relentless, working their way under his blazer and pinching gently at his sides.

“Nik- Nikol- Nihikolahai! Stop!”

But it was too late, from his first laugh he knew he was a goner. Nikolai was like a shark, once he tasted blood (giggles) he was relentless. See, he may not have harmed Sigma, at least not physically, so his new favourite way to extract revenge came in the form of… tickles. Oh the humanity.

“Tickle tickle, Sigma~” Nikolai whispered, wiggling his fingers along his sides. Sigma felt his legs begin to give out as he fought against the laughter blooming within himself.

“I prohohomihihise! Ack- I did nohohohot fohohorce Fyodohohor to mehehehehehet mehehehe.” Sigma choked out, falling to his knees as Nikolai grew heavier on his back.

“Oh I know that, as if you could have any influence on Dostoy~.” As he spoke Nikolai’s hands worked up his body, pinching at his ribs and making him writhe.

Sigma squealed, his hands jumping up to weakly push Nikolai away, “Thehehen whahahat dohoho yohohouhu wahahahant!”

“You work too hard, Sigma. I’m just helping you relax.” Nikolai pouted.

“No yohohouhuhu aren- Hey!” Sigma’s arm slammed down as his quick fingers began to flutter under his arm.

“Sure I am. You don’t believe me?” Nikolai grinned, before putting on a hurt voice, “Are you calling me a liar?”

“Nohohohohoho!” Sigma called, even though that was exactly what he was doing. One of Nikolai’s hands was attempting to wriggle into his armpit, while the other was wrestling with his wrist, clamped tightly against his chest.

Nikolai rested his head on Sigma’s shaking shoulder. “I think you are~,” He cooed, “I don’t like liars.”

Sigma began to protest weakly, as Nikolai gripped his wrist and slowly forced his arm up, and into his cape.

It disappeared. There was a soft glow in front of them as his hand reappeared on the floor in front of them, and the portal tightened until he couldn’t pull it back through. He twisted till he was looking at Nikolai, still crouched over him and beaming.

“Noo, Nikolai please- just let me get back to work, you could see Fyodor now! Don’t waste your time on me, please.”

“Hmm,” He appeared to be considering it, but Sigma knew better than that by now. He braced himself.

“Nope~!” Nikolai called, and his fingers came skittering under Sigma’s arm.

He shrieked, pulling as hard as he could, but to no avail. He could do nothing but fall into hysterical cackles as his worst spot was clawed at mercilessly. He fell to the side a little, practically slumped in Nikolai’s arms as he half-hugged him to get at his spot, his other hand holding his cloak open.

“NIHIHIKOKOLAHAIHI!” Sigma cried.

“Is something the matter?” Came his shit eating response.

“YEHEHEHES, IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!! PLEHEHEAHAHSE!” Nikolai’s response was to dig deeper, the tips of his fingers scratching into the divot under his arm while his thumb dug into Sigma’s ribs. He tipped his head back and laughed, now fully boneless against Nikolai.

After a long moment, he realised that Nikolai had stopped. He released the portal and Sigma’s arm came crashing through. For a second he lay there, panting, until he realised he was lying in Nikolai’s lap and shot up.

Nikolai followed him up, snickering, “You looked so comfortable~.” He teased.

Sigma blushed. “Yes well- is that all?” He really had no idea how to end these ‘sessions’.

“Mhm!” Nikolai said, skipping away, “I think I’ll go see if Dostoy wants to have tea with me, bye!”

And just like that, he was gone. Sigma turned around and sat heavily at his desk, still somewhat short on breath.

There was silence, then another fluttering of paper. He looked up, confused and blinked at the messy stack that had appeared on his desk, only catching the last golden glimmer of a portal. Sigma swung round in his chair, but Nikolai was gone.

One single piece of paper drifted from the top of the stack towards the floor.

Sighing, Sigma picked it up and got back to work.

[stopiteatpopcorn]

The Casino managers weakness

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Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters: Ler!Nikolai x Lee!Sigma

Words: 1488

⚠️THIS IS A TICKLE FIC SO IF YOU DON’T WANNA SEE THAT, 

YOU HAVE BEEN RANDO WARNED⚠️

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It was a typical early morning in the sky casino, the guests were still fast asleep in their rooms, most of them completely passed out from a previous night of drinking and gambling. The owner, Sigma, had been sitting in his office, reading over every guests profiles once again, psyching himself out and maybe getting a little too stressed. Suddenly a very familiar man slipped his way inside, a cheery, overly excited grin on his face. “Well well well, looks like you’re already wide awake huh~? Oh, are you busy? Meh whatever- How are you today, my dearest Sigma~?!” Nikolai asked teasingly and poked his side, to which the tired man beside him flinched, before rolling his eyes and hoping he didn’t notice. Oh but this was Nikolai, he definitely did. 

“I’m just fine, Nikolai. But it’s too early for your shenanigans, so please give me a moment in silence.” Sigma muttered, eyes focused on the documents in front of him. This simply would not do for the clown like man.  “Oh, you wouldn’t happen to be a little…Ticklish, would ya~?” He asked, to which split haired man blushed, ignoring the question and moving on with his work. “…Hey~ It’s not very nice to ignore your friends, right~? It can’t hurt to pay me a little attention!” Nikolai cried dramatically, leaning over Sigma's shoulder, however Sigma couldn’t care less to shove him off.                                                                           “It very much can, I have a lot of guests and a lot of work. So once again, please just give me some quiet.” Sigma snarled slightly, giving Nikolai a look of annoyance. However, Nikolai noticed that Sigma hadn’t slept at all, he could see the dark circles under his eyes. Although he couldn’t care less- or maybe he could- that Sigma was tired, he still wanted to mess with him at least a little bit!             “Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll back off…~” The man then swung his coat and disappeared. Finally, Sigma could go back to his peace and quiet. Or at least that’s what he thought. But maybe he spoke too soon….

Not even half an hour later, a gloved hand suddenly snuck it’s way through a glowing portal and reached towards Sigma's waist from behind. The man let out an undignified squeal when it squeezed at his side, squirming away. “Eep-Hehey! What the-?!” He giggled, whipping around in his seat to see nothing but the wall behind him. He knew what was going on. So Nikolai wanted to play that game, huh? Fine. But he wouldn’t win. Sigma went back to his work and skimming over the papers slowly, before he felt Nikolai's other hand at his left side, spidering up it and making him squeak. Sigma quickly grabbed his hand in one of his however this unfortunately backfired, as the floating hand quickly wormed its way out of his grip, but grasped tightly onto his wrist instead, lifting up his arm. Crud. Before he could pull it back down, Nikolai's free hand was back, tracing it’s way up his ribs towards his raised arm.

Sigma felt the giggles bubbling in his throat, the rest of Nikolai's body appearing in front of his desk. “Nawww~ Is someone getting distracted? But I thought you were supposed to be focused on your work!” Teased a handless Nikolai, grinning playfully. This made Sigma blush. Madly. He opened his mouth to protest at him but all that came out was stutters and small giggles. “N- Nikolahai-! Dohon’t- Ehehe-!”                                                              “Don’t what, Sigma~?” He asked, feigning innocence.                      “T- Tihickle mehehe!” Sigma giggled, eyes widening when he saw Nikolais grin get even more teasing, and the hand spidering up his ribs began to circle a single finger around his underarm. “W- Wahahait- I dihidn’t-”  “Well, if you wanted it so bad, you could've just said so~!” And suddenly all five fingers were scribbling at his unprotected armpit, making Sigma let out a high pitched squeal, throwing his head back with laughter.                                                                                   “Wahahait-i! Nahahaha!” He giggled, a smile worming its way onto his red face. It didn’t help when Nikolai's other hand which was previously holding his wrist let go, only to begin digging into his tummy, making him kick and nearly fall off his chair. “Nikolahaihihi! Plehehehease!”  “Please, what? Please continue? Why of course I will~!” The man in question teased, smirking when it made Sigma giggle harder. Eventually, he slowed it down ever so slightly to let the poor man breathe. “Was that enough to get you all tired out, Sigma~?” He asked, to which sigma answered with the most annoyed voice he could muster- Which didn't sound even slightly annoyed at all.       “I’m nohot that weak Nikolai, whahat doho you take me for?” He said quietly, a couple giggles still escaping him as he tried his best to glare at the magic man above him, who simply smirked. 

“I dunno, it seems you’re pretty sensitive to me~! But I’ll tell ya what…I’ll stop if you promise to take a break!” Nikolai offers, letting go for a moment as his hands came back to his own body again. Sigma thought, and he thought hard. To be perfectly honest he quite liked the tingly feeling all the tickles gave him, and even more so how he was just able to laugh so freely rather than stress for a moment. But it was too embarrassing to admit, especially to Nikolai- he’d hold it above his head forever. But maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. Or maybe it would. Knowing him, he was unpredictable like that. Though…Sigma was willing to take the shot.                               “I….Fine I’ll take a break…” He sighed, to which Nikolai surprisingly nodded.             “Alright! Then I’ll leave you be, it looks like you need the rest!” He said, about to raise his coat and disappear again, however he heard a but, which stopped him in his tracks. 

“But…Could you- Maybe- Do it again..?” Sigma asked, looking away nervously and blushing once more. Nikolai turned to face him again, a confused look on his face, before he realized what the man meant and smirked slyly.                                                                               “Do what again, Sigma~?” He asked, slowly leaning down to face him. Sigma was smiling nervously.                                                          “Y- You know-! Just-” He stuttered, face going bright. Nikolai's hands disappeared once again, reappearing beside Sigma, fingers wiggling in the air teasingly as he hid his face with an embarrassed squeak. 

“Nawww, What’s wrong? Why are you hiding~? I’m sure you can tell me what you want~!” He teased as his fingers got closer, nearly touching him, before retracting again. Sigma pouted behind his hands, peaking through his hands. It was now or never.                     “Just- Please tickle me again!” He blurted out quickly, shutting his eyes. But nothing came. He lowered his hands slightly, nervous that maybe he’d finally found something that even shocked the clown. However almost as soon as his hands uncovered his face, Nikolai's hands were squeezing at his hips, making him buck and screech. 

“Ahahawww~! Well isn’t that just the cutest request~! Did you think I’d say no?” He asks, to which Sigma nodded as he squirmed and giggled relentlessly. “Really? What kind of monster do you take me for? How could I possibly deny you this when your reactions are so interesting! And look at that smile~ I’m sure your casino guests must melt at just the sight of it~” This made Sigma blush and squeal again, shaking his head.                          “Nahahaha! I- It ihisn’t cuhuhute!” He giggled, but Nikolai was having none of it as one hand began spidering up and down his back, making Sigma arch with more giggles.                 “Oh yes it is! In fact- It’s absolutely adorable~! I’m sure these guests of yours would love to find out about just how sensitive you are, let alone how much you love it!”           “NOHOHO!” He yelled out through his laughter, shaking his head wildly. “Dohohon’t say a wohohohord!” He squealed, tears pricking his eyes.                    “Alright alright~ I won’t tell them…For now~!” Sigma whined, but nonetheless was still giggling loudly. This lasted for a while longer, the two bickering back and fourth while Sigma laughed and laughed.                                                                                                           

By the end of it all Sigma had fallen off his chair, face bright red, hair disheveled. Nikolai smiled down at him.                                       “Alright, I think you’ve had enough now.” His hands came back to his body, one taking a while longer as it came back with a glass of water which he placed on Sigma's desk. “How was that~?” He asked teasingly.                                                                                             “It felt good to laugh like that I guess…’ Sigma mumbled in embarrassment, to which the clown laughed.                                    “You guess? We both know you loved it~! Now, take a moment to rest up!” He said, however before he disappeared, he whispered in Sigma's ear. 

“...Oh by the way…I’m so telling Dos- Kun~!” Before Sigma could grab him, he was gone. He got up to his desk, before burrowing his face in his arms. Damnit Nikolai!

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A/N: Hey Everyone, apologies for the late post but this is my @squealing-santa gift for @strawberry-mushrooms!! Merry Christmas and happy new year, and I'm so sorry your gift has arrived a lil late! I added way more than expected, but I hope you enjoy the fic!

[mystwrites]

Heya Myst! For the 200 followers event (CONGRATS BTW! YOU DESERVE IT!), can I please request 🫐🧺 with lee! Sigma and ler! Nikolai (BSD). Romantic or platonic, I don't have a preference! Have a lovely day!

My Event Closes on the 22nd

Sigma stared at the food in front of him. Never in his entire life had he seen so many different things and never has he ever left his casino for the land below for something as odd as a picnic. Nikolai was truly an artistic person, picking out one of the fanciest blankets to sit on and finding a nice, shady spot away from other people. Not to mention the very organized way he spread all the food out. Sigma was amazed not only by how well prepared Nikolai was, but the fact that Nikolai somehow knew all his favorite food aside from sugar cookies.

“Hey, you look a little serious there, pal.” Nikolai said, breaking Sigma from his train of thought.

“Sorry, just thinking about things.” Sigma replied, about to bite into a turkey sandwich with his favorite type of cheese, mozzarella.

“Yknow, I wanna play a little game with you.~” Nikolai snickered when Sigma glared at him.

“No. Let me enjoy my sandwich in peace.” Sigma took another bite, praying that Nikolai would spare him for once.

“Oh come on! It’s quiz time!~”

Sigma all but choked on his sandwich. “Not now! I thought we were gonna relax and have what you call a “chill” day?!?”

“Relax, my friend!” Nikolai chuckled and sat next to Sigma, the younger man suddenly becoming very nervous and suspicious. “This is a chill day!”

“Not with you being…so close and acting like you’re up to something!” Sigma shoved Nikolai back. “Go away! I wanna eat in peace!!”

“Sorry, but I’m not leaving you alone until you stop stressing! There’s nothing to stress about!” Nikolai poked Sigma’s sides, smirking as he heard a squeak. “Ohhh…what’s this?~”

“Aaahh!!” Sigma slapped Nikolai’s hand away. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m poking you.” Nikolai replied, smiling as innocently as he could. “Why?”

“I-it’s annoying!”

“Mm…so if I keep doing this, you’ll get irritated enough to indulge in my quiz, right?”

Sigma flinched as Nikolai continued to poke his sides. Upon fingers poking his ribs, he had enough for one day. Sigma giggled but slammed his sandwich back into the bag and threw it back into the cooler, glaring daggers at the literal clown sitting next to him.

“Stop! I swear to god if you don’t stop…” Sigma began.

“What? You’ll what?” Nikolai taunted, grinning from ear to ear. “You’ll giggle?~”

No wonder Fyodor decided to decline the picnic invitation. Nikolai was just as chaotic as he always was even though one of his promises was to behave. Good for Fyodor, he didn’t have to deal with this absolute tomfoolery but unfortunately for Sigma, he was gullible enough to join Nikolai after much convincing.

“No! I don’t giggle!” Sigma growled. “Don’t you dare touch me!” Sigma pointed to the opposite end of the blanket. “Go all the way over there and eat your cream cheese stuffed sandwich! Gross by the way. Go over there before I hit you with all of this!”

“Come on! I’m not touching you.~” Nikolai sang, clearly touching Sigma by poking his sides repetitively. “See? Ooh! I think I heard a giggle! Is Siggy kun ticklish?~”

Sigma wanted nothing more than to make Nikolai choke on the darn apple he was now holding in his left hand. He hated that he was the man’s poking subject and yelled, falling over when Nikolai gave his sides a squeeze.

“Don’t cahahall m-me tha-AAHA!!” Sigma cupped his mouth as he fell over, glaring at Nikolai before giggles spilled from his lips. “Stooohohop!! I’ll kick your shi-hahaha!!

“Yippee!!” Nikolai sang, wrestling Sigma down with ease. “C’mon, Sigma kun! Let’s hear those giggles!~”

As much as Sigma didn’t want to giggle, Nikolai managed to force them out. Sigma didn’t know what sort of witchcraft this man was using but it certainly worked its magic, the younger of the two giggling himself absolutely silly.

Nikolai found Sigma’s ribs and smiled as his laughter rose in pitch. Sigma was going to probably scream at him and whack him with his sandwich bag and maybe one of the charcuterie boards after he finished but it was worth it to hear Sigma’s laughter.

A/N: Thanks for the request! I made this drabble a little short for two reasons, one I had no time and wrote this all in 10 min and two, I didn’t know how I was going to write Nikolai😅Hope I did ok!

[anamon-book]

隊長ブーリバ UNITED ARTISTS 監督：J・リー・トンプソン／原作：ニコライ・ゴーゴリ／出演：ユル・ブリンナー、トニー・カーティス、クリスティーネ・カウフマン ほか

[ijustliketickling]

*politely asks for Lee!Nikolai and runs*

Fun fact: Nikolai is one of my favorite characters!~

[pink-tk-a-latte]

hellooo!! i’m back :D

may i req siglai (ler!nikolai, lee!sigma)? maybe a bit of silly romance because i ♡ them, (and i feel like making sigma twice as flustered just for fun. haha)

for the scenario/vibe, maybe nikolai decided that sigma looks too “grumpy” or stoic all the time, so he tries makes him laugh by tkling him? it’ll be funny if nikolai accidentally tkled him and decided to continue after sigma reacted. but that’s just a silly “what if” you don’t need to put it in the fic if you have other ideas!! /gen

also i’m so happy to see an atsulucy fan here. i love them so much they make me explode

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SIGLAI REQ SIGLAI REQ!!!!!!!!!!

I love Siglai and Atsulucy an UNHEALTHY amount so thank you so much for the request, bow anon!!!! EXCITEMENT!!!!!

I thought this one would be a bit quicker to write since I already have so much Siglai written LMAO— except I didn’t use ANYTHING that I’ve already written and instead wrote a FERRIS WHEEL SCENE FOR SIGLAI (bc I read a fic recently and I love Ferris wheel scenes…) 🎡

AGAIN I’m sorry for how long this took. AGAIN I don’t have any reference for how long it should take. I’m seriously in love with this prompt so I feel bad for not getting it done right away 😭😭 I hope it is to your liking!!! Siglai anthology date— I love you, it’s ruining my life

Disclaimer for heights, possible claustrophobia, and getting stuck on a Ferris wheel (but it’s okay cuz abilities)

Sfw tickle fic!!!!!!! 1.5k words. Romantic (Pre-Relationship?) Nikosigggggggg

you can be alice, i’ll be the mad hatter

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“It’s nice to be back up in the air, isn’t it?”

Nikolai chirped as he turned to his companion. He hoped to see that normal-ish wonder and glee in Sigma’s eyes as he gazed out the window of the Ferris wheel box, watching the hustle and bustle of the fair below, neon lights and neon colors and the screaming of ride-goers fearing for their lives.

Instead, he found Sigma watching him, frowning as if in contemplation.

“Sigma~!” Nikolai waved a gloved hand in his face. “Sum Sum! Cookie! Siggy-my-Siggy!”

“Hm?” Sigma snapped to attention, mirror-like eyes clearing as he shook his head. Nikolai squealed internally as the braid in his hair flicked about (the one that he’d plaited). “Sorry, could you repeat that again?”

Nikolai pouted theatrically. “You’re not even looking at the view!” He put his hands together and looked up at Sigma with widened eyes. As Sigma chewed his lip guiltily, Nikolai held back a grin. “Do you not like it? Are you not having fun? Are you secretly plotting my demise?”

“What!? No! What even…” Sigma sighed and shoved Nikolai’s face. “I just had… stuff on my mind, I guess.”

Nikolai pulled closer to Sigma in response to being pushed away, now flush against his side. “Always in your head, hmmmmm?” He sandwiched Sigma’s cheeks between his hands, relishing the warmth of skin. “But I dragged you here to cut you free from all that! Look at your face! You’ll have wrinkles from sulking so much.” Nikolai squished and kneaded his face until his hands were batted away.

“It’s because you dragged me here that it’s hard for me to enjoy it! We’re supposed to be on a mission.” Guilt faded, Sigma crossed his arms and rumpled his brow. “And people keep giving us strange looks.”

Nikolai put a finger to his lips. “Have they? I didn’t notice! Why ever would they do so?”

“Because you’re wearing that.” Sigma eyed him up and down.

Obediently following his stare, Nikolai looked down at his full clown ensemble, a mishmash of patterns with a huge, frilly collar and balloon-like pants. Compared to Sigma’s lavender turtleneck and star-patterned slacks, Nikolai was dressed as though he were part of the carnival.

“But this is my normal date attire!” Nikolai wrapped himself around Sigma’s arm, winking. Framed by azure and white cotton clouds, the sky shifting behind him as they rose gradually through the air, Sigma’s face glowed pink.

“This isn’t a date!” Ah, Sigma’s flustered scowl and oh-so-cliché reaction — truly something to behold! His pretty eyes were narrowed and his perfect nose creased. It was a face that gave Nikolai impish butterflies, but he still found himself unfulfilled.

“So close! This isn’t a date… yet! Can you guess what’s missing?” Nikolai’s voice became grander, like a pop quiz host; before Sigma could respond, he continued. “I haven’t seen you smile once!”

Sigma frowned. “I have smiled.”

“Not enough! Oh, how I have failed you! What a sad, sorry, pitiful tragedy.” Nikolai pulled his lips into a grin of manic glee. With a flourish of his Overcoat, he stood, the clank of his boots on metal echoing in the bright red car. Sigma yelped, paranoid of it swinging.

He tapped a finger to his chin. “I’ve decided that I’m going to make you laugh! I bet it’s like waking up to angelic birdsong ♡.”

Sigma huffed, even as poppy red bloomed across his face. “I can laugh just fine without your help.”

“Oh? I’ve never heard you laugh before.”

“I’ve never heard you say anything funny.”

Gasping, Nikolai threw himself at Sigma’s feet, squeezing at his knees. “Cruel, cruel, so utterly cruel!”

Like that, he’d stumbled upon a windfall.

Sigma jolted, face freezing in a wobbly smile and pool-sized eyes. With a garbled yelp, he kicked at Nikolai’s chin and slapped a hand over his mouth.

Blinking, the jester squeezed again. And again. And again until Sigma, red in the face, was yanking his wrists away and shouting at him to cut it out.

Nikolai grinned.

“Whoopsie-daisy! Have I just discovered the key to Sigma’s smiles~ ✩?” He pulled himself up and leaned into Sigma’s space, forcing the other to peer up at him, fearful.

He swallowed. “I- I don’t know what you’re— WAHAhaha NOHO!”

Twisting his own arms, Nikolai had freed himself from Sigma’s grip and captured his wrists in one hand. His other kneaded circles into the top of Sigma’s knee. Sigma shook his head desperately, his cheeks curved, his lashes glued together in giddiness; Nikolai’s heart somersaulted.

“AHEAha STAhahaHAP! NAHakoholahai!”

“Yes, Little Red?” The color in Sigma’s face grew more radiant, and Nikolai trilled proudly. “Ooh, I know, you’re wondering if my theory was correct? Let’s see, let’s see… Your laughter is certainly a melody! Not quite birdsong though, perhaps more like a squalling pigeon!”

In Nikolai’s hand, Sigma’s fists clenched and unclenched. Cute. “ShuhuhUT AHAhahup!” Sigma shrieked and protested and headbutted his shoulder, attempting to push him away. Nikolai just nuzzled into his hair’s poofy, jagged part. His fingers found the contour of Sigma’s hip and exhumed a squawk and a lurch.

Like a capricious explorer, Nikolai’s mitts darted around the map that was Sigma’s figure. Fingers crawling, spidering up his thighs. A hand worming between his arm and his ribs despite how tightly he squeezed them together. Nikolai imagined Sigma’s nerves must be audibly fried, like so many hay bales after catching a spark.

“I rather like that you fight back, you know?” hummed Nikolai. “A little birdie born in a cage doesn’t know to be free, yet here you are!”

“STAhahap tahahalking about freeHEHEedom!” Even through squeals and giggles, the exasperation in his order was obvious.

Nikolai pouted. “You don’t wish to listen to my philosophy? But you’re my muse! The sight of you simply brings such marvelously poignant prose to my mind.”

He dropped Sigma’s hands, which thwacked Nikolai on his shoulders, then dug into his sleeve. “Dohohon’t youHEEhee stAHahart! PftahahaHEY!”

As he pinched at his hips, Nikolai found himself swaying to Sigma’s laughter. Rolling, euphonious, sprinkled with light, like the cosmos. Like stargazing, his joy felt pacific and snug, blanketing.

Nikolai would keep this memory locked in his vanity. With a hazy forlornness, he pondered if he would miss this sound when he was finally free.

Or perhaps he was merely losing his mind.

As suddenly as he’d started, Nikolai concluded his mischief when Sigma had burrowed into his arms, screeching muffled nonsense and beating his chest. The magnificent finale found Nikolai supporting the man by his shoulders as he wheezed and wiped away tears.

“Youhou’re such ahaha nuisahance…”

“Thank you!” Nikolai dodged the blow thrown his way.

In the end, Sigma’s meticulously sectioned hair had fallen into disorder, lily and lilac confused and astray. Out of the kindness of his heart, Nikolai began guiding the tufts back in place.

“So, is this a date yet, diamond? Is it is it!?” Nikolai fished for attention.

“You’re ridiculous,” Sigma puffed. His voice was warm and giggly, his nose buried in Nikolai’s ruff. Nikolai could feel the suppleness of Sigma’s cheek against his neck and pretended not to lean into it.

“I guess… it could be a date, but—”

Gthunk.

Sigma wrenched his head away as the Ferris wheel cart bumped and swayed. Against his wishes, Nikolai let him go.

“What happened? Did the wheel stop!?” Sigma, finally, mushed his face against the window. Indeed, they were at the peak, and the shifting of the scenery and gentle pull of the mechanisms had ceased. “We’re trapped! We need to call someone!”

Contrarily, Nikolai cackled. “Don’t worry about it.”

“What do you mean ‘don’t worry about it’?” Sigma whipped around to glare at him, frantic.

He beamed. “I mean we’re not trapped!” Brandishing his Overcoat, Nikolai stuck his hand through to boop Sigma’s nose. “Don’t work yourself into a tizzy, silly!”

“Oh.” Sigma’s posture opened in realization, coupled with a bashful sideways glance. “You… You’re right. Sorry to panic.”

“No need! It’s what I like about you.” Before Sigma could ask what that meant, Nikolai pointed to the window again. “And now you can admire the view! Isn’t it astounding?”

Relaxing in his seat, Sigma gazed at the cloud-covered sky and the flurry of the festivities below. He pressed close to Nikolai, and the pair curled around each other, like two turtle doves. “It’s nice.” He smiled his aloe vera smile. “It’s familiar.”

“Right!?” Nikolai took Sigma’s hands in his own. Sigma laughed freely, breathily. “I had a hunch you would fancy it!”

Sigma met his stare. “Thanks.” His moon-toned eyes crinkled and shone. Nikolai’s chest clenched to have such a face trained on him for once.

If he were standing, he would’ve spun around. Instead, he bowed. “Only my dearest pleasure!” He kissed Sigma’s hand just to feel his skin warm.

Then Nikolai pulled Sigma’s hands over his shoulder, so abruptly their noses bumped. Surprised and suddenly nervous eyes locked with Nikolai’s. He simpered. “But we still have so long before we’re rescued. It would be a shame to waste it.” Roguish, he rested his hand on the other’s waist. Sigma, despite his apprehensive gape, was already smiling. “Why don’t we have some fun?”

Thus, the pair made good use of their free time, and not much of it was spent enjoying the fair below.

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IB this fic <33 kiss kiss get stuck on a carnival ride

I am what they call an EmuKasa truther, I see a Ferris wheel scene and my heart explodes

Also I continue to not know WHAT COLOR SIGMA’S EYES ARE

[dasanatom]

Dinoverse x BSD crossover because i can.

Vincent — Kunikida or Fyodor.

Victor — Gogol or Mark Twan.

Vanora — Yosano or Margareth.

Draco — Ranpo???

Winston — Katai or Ango.

Monsieur M — Mori Ougai (Myer-chan is Elise then.) or Francis.

Albert — Dazai...

Taylor — Idk, Kyoka maybe..

Claude — Lovecraft or Hirotsu.

Zalmona — Kenji ig??

That's all because my ideas are gone.

[elka-tradishkin]

What is my problem? probably because I still have to practice for a long time to get at least something worthwhile. you can say that I'm posting this art for the second time, I just edited it a little. I love Sigma, my beloved boy. I hope they'll remember me here. love.

[ebax666x]

I have no taste in men