#ler!badboyhalo

[fluffallamaful]

been watching old dream videos <3 they’re so so cute,, so many adorable giggles 💞

here’s a concept inspired by this scene in speedrunner vs slayer with bbh

concept:

ler bbh lee dream, with bbh purposely faking dream out or cooing out known effective teases during tickles, then saying stuff like “did that make you nervous?” “admit it, that made your tummy squirm.”

and every time dream just mumbles a lil “No 🙄”. tryna be all brave and everything

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Lee!George Summer Day 6 - Free Day!!

hellooo everyone!! pardon the fact that this is a week late lmao

this is gonna be for day 6 of @wishitweresummer ‘s lee!george event!!! if you haven’t heard of the event, you can click here to see the original post or here to see the tag of other people’s works for it <3 it was a very eventful week, everyone say thank you to summer for hosting it 🎉🎉

this is gonna be for the free day prompt, and i decided to use an idea that’s been sitting in my fic ideas list for ages for the occasion!! it was written in my list as “lee!george with ler!badboyhalo and george cannot take bad saying nice things about him at all, especially during tickles” so that’s what this is lmao, it’s pretty short and sweet this time

thank you again to summer for making this event <33 it’s been very fun so far

lee!george, ler!badboyhalo, just under 2k words

enjoy!!

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“Okay, I’m going down to the kitchen, I’m hungry,” Skeppy announced as he stood up from the uncomfortable wooden stool he’d been sat on for way too long, stretching out his sore back before making his way out into the hallway and down the stairs, leaving George and Bad alone in George’s office. George mumbled something in response, acknowledging Skeppy’s departure and waving at him, still focused on his computer screen. Bad let him work for a few more moments, watching as he closed out of unneeded tabs from the stream and began the process of downloading the VOD for later editing and uploading, before he spoke again.

“George, can I tell you something, seriously?” He asked, his tone kind, and George looked over at him with attentive, wide eyes, furrowing his eyebrows at the wording.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He asked, glancing back at the screen to be sure everything was going well before leaning back in his chair, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair.

“I know you’re gonna roll your eyes at me for this, but I just wanna say I’m really happy you’re here now,” Bad said with a smile, earning a scoff from George as he shook his head and looked away.

“Okay– shut up,” He dismissed, leaning forward to pay attention to the computer screen again. He clocked through applications aimlessly, scrolling up and down, then going back to the downloading screen, growing more antsy as Bad continued.

“I’m serious! C’mon, I’m being serious,” Bad pressed, reaching forward to grab George’s shoulder and pull him away from the screen, making him slump against his chair and cross his arms over his chest. “I really am happy for you, honestly. I know firsthand how frustrating it is having to wait for something like this for so long, and now you’re here and you get to hang out with the people you love in real life, and that means I get to meet you in person as well. And that’s really cool,” He explained, earning very brief eye contact from George, who glanced over at him halfway through his point. His eyes softened instantly, the hand on his shoulder squeezing reassuringly, before he shook his head once more and gave Bad the eye roll he was expecting the whole time.

“Ugh, whatever. Just– shut up, you’re being an idiot,” George complained, trying to roll his shoulder to push Bad’s hand away.

“Hey,” Bad pushed further, his voice stern but calm. “I just wanted you to know I’m proud of you.”

“Oh my god,” George grumbled, sliding further down in the chair before shoving himself up to sit straight and bringing one foot up to rest on the edge of the chair, his other leg bouncing nervously under the attention. “Okay, cool, whatever, this is dumb.”

“You’re being dramatic, and I know you’re only being difficult and rude because you’re just as happy to see me as I am to see you.”

“Not true, I hate you.”

“You love me. I can see right through you.”

“You’re stupid, I never want you in my house again.”

“So next time you’ll come to mine?” Bad teased, calling his bluff, and George’s words caught in his throat as he couldn’t figure out another temperamental rebuttal. He grumbled, a pout on his face. “Exactly. You know you can’t lie to me about this stuff, you little muffinhead, I know you too well,” Bad said with a smile, and the hand on George’s shoulder jumped up to flick his earlobe, making him flinch and jerk his head to the side.

“AH–! Why do you keep doing that?!” George scolded, reaching one hand up to cover his ear as he leaned away from his friend.

“Because it’s the easiest way to get your attention, and it’s cute that you’re ticklish there,” Bad replied simply, as if he was just talking about the weather, and not actively making George’s head feel like it was about to explode. “Now tell me you’re excited everyone’s here.” He reached up and poked his ear again, able to swipe over the top of it between George’s fingers, making him flinch again.

“I’m not– stop!” George’s cheeks had quickly turned bright pink, and he could feel the heat radiating off them as he pressed his hand tighter to the side of his head to cover his ear, instinctively tensing his shoulder up for extra protection.

“You’re not what?” Bad asked, but they both knew exactly what part George was responding to.

“I’m not.”

“You’re not ticklish there? Okay, sure,” Bad said sarcastically, shoving George’s hand away to quickly swipe his ear again, making him yell out and push further into the arm of the chair to get away, using his other hand to cover it now.

“No! It just– I told you it just feels weird.”

“Yeah, it feels weird because it tickles, George,” He said, like it was obvious, like George was the silly one for not saying it.

“Shut up!” George whined, instinctively flinching when Bad took his hands away to scoot his own chair closer, expecting another attack. Bad couldn’t help but laugh at him, grabbing the arm of George’s chair and pulling him closer instead, the wheels making it much easier. “Stop it!” George complained, pushing his foot on the floor and stopping the movements.

“Are you gonna admit you’re excited?” Bad asked as he leaned in, putting one leg over one arm of George’s so he couldn’t push himself away.

“No!” George yelled, pushing at Bad’s knee with both hands to get his leg off the chair, but he only responded by swinging his other leg up as well, fully holding the chair in place. George scoffed, leaning away and holding onto the opposite arm, keeping his distance in case Bad tried to pull anything on him.

Obviously, it didn’t work very well�� not that he intended for it to.

“Okay, suit yourself,” Bad teased, quickly flicking George’s ear again to distract him and make him reach his hands up, only to interrupt his movements by latching his hands onto George’s sides and squeezing.

“WHA–!” George squealed, his entire body curling in on itself, his hands launching back down to grab onto Bad’s wrists, too caught off guard to properly shove him away. “BAHAHAD?!” He managed through his laughter, not expecting the sudden change whatsoever.

“You know what you have to do,” Bad said again, and George shook his head, leaning forward in his chair as his knees curled up.

“Nohohoho!” He refused, and Bad giggled at how giddy he sounded, his toes tapping against the metal base of the chair as he barely tried to squirm away.

“Aww, George,” Bad cooed, speaking in the exaggerated faux-British accent that he always did to make fun of George, and George groaned through his laughter, squealing as Bad’s hands moved up to pinch and claw at his ribs instead. “Poor little silly Georgie.”

“Shuhuhut UHUP, Bahahad!” He complained, his fingers shaking as they wrapped around Bad’s wrists, but between the weakness from being tickled and the urge to clamp his arms down, he couldn’t keep that hold for very long.

“You can do it! Just say, ‘BadBoyHalo, I’m very excited you’re here to spend time with me’ and this will all be over,” Bad used the same exaggerated accent to make the example, making George groan in flustered frustration again.

“Noho wahahay!” George shook his head as he curled up more, leaning forward and hoping to force Bad’s hands away. Instead, though, they just moved further out, and his thumbs pressed into the sweet spot at the base of George’s ribs as his fingers scratched a little too close to George’s spine for comfort. George squealed, throwing one hand over his mouth to muffle the sound as his body straightened up immediately, his next words flowing out without much thought. “AH– okay! Okahay, okahahay, okay! I’ll sahahay ihit, don’t– dohon’t do thahat agahahain–!” He pleaded, and Bad withdrew his hands in an instant. He gave George a second to catch his breath, grabbing the pair of headphones that had been hanging around George’s neck since the stream ended and placing them on the desk, before resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand, looking at George expectantly.

“…I’m waiting.”

“Okay! Just– ugh…” George said with another eye roll, and his body slumped back against the chair once more. He pulled both legs up onto the chair with him, knees together and resting against one arm as his shoulders touched Bad’s knee. Practically second nature, Bad reached out to brush his fingers through George’s hair, taming the slightly messy pieces that had gone out of place from his squirming. He let out a loud sigh, looking down at the chair as his toes curled against the edge of the seat. “I actually am, though, like… you know that, right?”

“I do,” Bad confirmed, and George’s shoulders relaxed at the understanding, nodding slightly. “I still wanna hear you say it, though.”

“Ugh, c’mon!” George groaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, making Bad laugh. There was a moment of silence, before George’s head fell to the side, his temple resting against Bad’s knee. “I’m excited you're here…” He mumbled, barely loud enough to hear, and clearly not good enough for Bad.

“What was that?!” He said, louder than necessary, yelling just to get a rise out of George– which he very much did, as the younger boy squirmed in his seat and looked up at him incredulously.

“Shhh! Oh my god, quiet!” He scolded, making Bad laugh at him once again. “Look, just–“ He let out another sigh, relaxing back again and dropping one leg, swiveling the chair side to side as he played with the hem of his shirt. “I’m really excited you’re here. I… I appreciate you wanting to– like… I dunno… I appreciate you, like, taking time to– to stay here and everything… or whatever…”

“Yeah?” Bad asked, playing with George’s hair again, resting his hand on the back of his neck as he nodded.

“Yeah. It, like… it means a lot, so… thank you…” George finished awkwardly, venturing a glance upwards when he was met with no response, but dropping his head back down when he saw Bad’s overjoyed smile. “Whatever, be quiet.”

“You’re so sweet, you little muffinhead,” Bad said as he ruffled George’s hair, making him giggle and reach up to protect himself once again. “Thank you for saying that. I’m excited to be here too,” He said, earning a sweet giggle and nod from George as he settled back down.

“Good…” He muttered, his face still burning, but his body feeling more at ease after everything was over with. He slid his arm under where Bad’s legs rested on the chair, letting it rest on the arm of the chair as he leaned against Bad’s knee again, sighing softly as Bad kept his hand in his hair and let him relax. The room was silent for a moment as he did so, and George honestly felt like he could’ve taken a nap if Bad had let him.

But, apparently that was too big of an ask for him.

“…Especially since I can do this now,” Bad said, and suddenly there were fingers scratching at George’s exposed ear again, the hand in his hair keeping him in place even as he squealed and squirmed.

“AH– nohoho!” George squealed at the sudden sensation, unable to twist his head away this time, making it that much more unbearable.

This was going to be a long, long visit.

[sleepy--anon]

Day 25: Gang Tickles

Reserved by anonymous friend of mine

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Reservations are full

Manhunt. The one activity that they all had fun doing but dreaded loosing. After the second manhunt, they had come to the agreement that the loser was to be wrecked by the winners. Dream was the one who suggested more hunters and yet he was the who complained about five against one was unfair when he lost.

"Dream, these were literally your ideas!" Sapnap groaned over Dream’s useless arguments that this 'wasn't fair' and 'they cheated'.

"Well yeah but... that doesn't make this fair!" George rolled his eyes so hard he hurt his head, watching Sapnap flick a look to the other four, seeing Sam slowly set up a trap behind Dream. The three crowded Dream so when Sapnap stepped towards him, he had no choice but to step back, right into Sam's trap. The rope wrapped tight around Dream’s wrists, hoisting him high in the air with a screach. The five built up to him, making a circle of sorts for their safety.

"Alright Dream, you have two minutes to prepare yourself, after that, I really don't care if you're ready~ You're lucky we let you keep your mask on" Sapnap informed the blonde, taking his time, cracking his knuckles, stretching his muscles, watching Dream attempt to find a way out of Sam's well thought out trap. Dream watched his hunters circle him, eyeing him like cheetahs looking at fresh meat.

"Alright times up!" George shouted impatiently, wanting to be the first to get his hands on Dream. He jumped forward, immediately latching onto his hips, squeezing quickly. Dream squealed loudly, kicking in a way that normally would've spun him if George wasn't holding him in place. Dream felt Sam's large hands on his ribs, Ant's claws on his tummy, Sapnap digging into his armpits, and Bad's claws on his neck and ears. He felt like he was being tickled from the inside out, made even worse by the fact that he couldn't cover himself.

"GUHUHUYS COHOHOHOME OHOHOHON!" Dream's laughter was a mix of loud hysterical cackles, squeaks, and snorts. The most he did was bring his knees up, shake his head, and wiggle his shoulders. The five opted for gentle coos, deciding that five against one was mean enough. Bad was the one who noticed the intense blush under his mask and the tears dripping from his chin, snapping his fingers with a loud click, signaling that it was time to stop. Sapnap wrapped his arms around Dream, pulling him onto the platform as Sam released his hands, he held him gently as he heaved and rubbed the abused spots.

"You ok Buddy?" Bad asked, patting his head, earning a slow tired nod.

"I'll carry him back"

[wishitweresummer]

Ok now imagine Bad just stares blankly at him for a few seconds…then reaches down and tickles the muffin out of him.

[mushiewrites]

midnight concept (bc i am behind and just watched the hostage video)

sapnap, george and bad take dream hostage at the end of the challenge. they attach the leash to a fence so he can't escape, and proceed to tickle and tease the life out of him. after a few minutes of pleading and begging, they propose a deal:

"if you can run away from us, we'll stop tickling you~"

[slimeylee]

I LUUV THIS FIC SO MUUUUCHHH LEE SKEPPYYY DDD:

ive read this fic at least 903847 times :((((

/vposss!!!! this is one of my favssj

bads so wholesome as well "this is such a cute tickle spot!" "you're ticklish! omg you're ticklish!" i want this treatment from a ler :[

-slime

Summary: Badboyhalo attempts to tickle Skeppy, only to find he's not ticklish. Bad desparetly tries to test spots, Skeppy is beginning to feel very confident before Bad stumbles upon an adorable spot while cuddling...

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Skeppy sat on Tommy and Tubbo's bench, reading a book and keeping the nervous thought in the back of his mind that Tommy might see him and shoo him away from the spot. It wasn't Skeppy's fault that Tommy and Tubbo's bench was the spot with the prettiest view. Skeppy sighed happily as he physically lost a lot of the tension in his body, turning a page in his book. He heard quiet footsteps behind him suddenly, and he immediately tensed before hearing a familiar sly giggle and he smiled fondly before relaxing again to let his best friend, Bad, have his fun.

"I gotcha!" Bad exclaimed before placing his hands on Skeppy's sides and tasering them.

Skeppy gave Bad a lazy smile, "Hi Bad." he answered fondly.

"Wait- Why aren't you laughing?" Bad asked, obviously dissapointed that Skeppy wasn't giggling.

Skeppy rasied a brow without looking up from his book, "Hm?" he hummed.

Bad huffed before sitting down at the bench next to Skeppy and crossing his arms, "Nevermind..." he muttered.

Skeppy laughed at the display before setting his book down to give Bad his full attention which always brightened Bad's mood.

"Did you try to tickle me?" Skeppy smirked.

"Yeah!!" Bad yelled with false anger.

"I think you'll find that I'm not ticklish." Skeppy explained calmly with a proud smile on his face.

Bad narrowed his eyes, "No way thats true, you're a dishonest muffin, y'know that Geppy?"  Bad declared.

Skeppy seemed appauled by the very idea that he was lying, "I am not!" Skeppy insisted.

Bad scoffed, "Prove it then."

Skeppy, very confident in his unticklishness, stood up and held out his arms, "Go ahead, TRY to tickle me!" he put emphisis on the word 'try'.

Bad stood up with enthusiasim, "You'll regret letting me try because DreamXD know's you're ticklish!"

Bad dug his fingers into Skeppy's armpit's, expecting a ticklish scream but met with a blank face. Skeppy didn't even bat an eye. Bad's eyes widened before scrunching up his face, this reaction only feeding his desire to prove Skeppy wrong. Bad started to kneed his fingers into Skeppy's stomach, becoming desperate when he didn't even feel a change in Skeppy's breathing.

"No, forget this I'm trying your feet." Bad grumbled, upset that nearly every spot he knew of wasn't even making Skeppy crack a smile.

Skeppy laughed, "Your really getting that desparate?"

Bad made an unamused face at Skeppy, causing Skeppy to role his eyes fondly, "Fine, fine, I'll let you try my feet but only to humor me at your pathetic attempts." Skeppy mocked Bad while putting on a snoody accent, aware at how cocky he was presenting.

Skeppy took off his socks and shoes, right there in the middle of the server just so Bad could tickle Skeppy and proceed to fail miserably.

Bad sat on the bench, deep in though as Skeppy put his socks and shoes back on. Skeppy looked up at Bad from his place on the grassy floor, his proud smile fell a bit when he saw the dissapointed look on Bad's face.

Skeppy joined Bad on the bench awkwardly and the two sat in silence until Bad finally spoke up, "Can we cuddle?" he asked with pleading eyes.

Skeppy smiled, rolling his eyes fondly as he spoke, "Awe, alright.."

He joined Bad on the left side of the bench and Bad wrapped his arms around Bad. Skeppy closed his eyes in contentment before his eyes flew open when he felt a strange...tingling feeling on his palms.

He absolutely loved the feeling, but still couldn't help but squirm. Bad raised a brow at Skeppy, unsure if he was hurting Skeppy, but smiled when he heard giggles pouring out of Skeppy.

"Ehehehhhe- wh-whahhahat ahare you dohoing?!" Skeppy whinned through his giggling.

"You're ticklish! Oh my goodness, you're ticklish!" Bad celebrated as he gripped Skeppy's wrist softly, and traced the lines of Skeppy's palm with his other hand which caused Skeppy to squirm even more.

"Nahahat t-tihihcklish, nohahat tihickl- AAAIHIHEHEHEEHE!" Skeppy squealed, erupting into uncontrollable high pitched laughter as Bad gently ran his claws(which were thankfully to dull to hurt) down Skeppy's forarm.

"Aww...Skeppyy!...This is such a cute tickle spot!" Bad coo'ed, his voice going higher in pitch as he spoke words of endearment.

Skeppy gave up squirming and just melted into Bad's side, at this Bad felt his heart warm up, he decided to let up on Skeppy's forarm and started to draw on the back of Skeppy's hand with a single claw. Skeppy slowly gained his energy back, squirming lightly as little titters spilled from him.

"Alright, I think I've given you enough of a break." Bad announced teasily with adoration laced in his tone.

Bad hummed hard over what to do next before leaning down to Skeppy's ear, his voice barely above a whisper, "Tickle tickle, geppy.."

Skeppy's laughter immediately picked up again, he scrunched up his shoulders out of pure instinct as he burried his flustered face into Bad's shoulder.

Bad only laughed, " 'I'm not ticklish', he says." Bad teased lightheartedly.

Skeppy's laugh became desperate and Bad knew he'd have to stop soon, but he decided to end it with a bang. Bad started to run his claws up and down both of Skeppy's forarms, pairing the motion with him nuzzling into Skeppy's neck.

"Hihihieheh- *snk* kAHAhAahA!!"

Bad decended into laughter as well, "Did you just snort?" he giggled.

"Yehess! Stohohop.." Skeppy whinned through his laughter. Bad smiled at the endearing sight.

"Awww, alright I'll stop." Bad's tone was filled with adoration for his giggly best friend as he rubbed away the ghost tickles on Skeppy's forarms.

Skeppy continued to giggle even then, amusing Bad to no end.

"How in the world can a muffin be so darn giggly!?" Bad teased playfully, only making Skeppy giggle more.

Eventually Skeppy calmed himself down, although once he was brought back to reality he was even more sensitive to teasing...

"That was adorable by the way." Bad mentioned smugly.

Skeppy blushed and rolled his eyes, "Oh hush.."

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yo🧍‍♂️

so so sorry for my sporadic posting, im finally thinking about posting a lilll more frequently.

[doodlenbugs]

Lee!BBH and Ler!Skeppy ? 17. “Giggle one more time, I dare you.”

Thank you Kaseyyyyy <3

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While renovating their shared house, Bad actually managed to pull off a troll.

And a really good one at that! Skeppy was proud! But at the same time how dare Bad get him like this.

It was still very harmless; Bad managed to dye pretty much every dyeable block Skeppy was using an unflattering pink! Not that Skeppy had anything against the color, it's just NOT the color he was building with. He needed blue!

As Skeppy busied himself with dying everything back, the silence was once again broken by the annoying giggles of his friend next to him.

"Would you shut up!" Skeppy pouted and looked over at Bad where he sat at a nearby crafting bench.

Bad only laughed harder, "I'm sorry I'm sorry! I just can't help it. The look on your face hahahaha-"

Skeppy looked unamused, "Giggle one more time. I dare you."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry okay okay I'm done.." Bad covered his mouth to stop his giggles. He didn't wanna actually hurt Skeppy's feelings. But it was still so funny! Another titter escaped, right through his fingers and into the ears of his friend.

Oops.

"Alright! That's it!" Skeppy pounced followed by the squeal of a demon being tackled.

"Wahahahait! Ihihihi'm sohohohorry hahahaha!" Bad laughed out fully now. But this time it was not from the humor of the situation, but more from the diamond fingers digging into and tickling his sides and tummy.

"You find this funny now? Huh Bad? Isn't this hilarious?" Skeppy smirked as he kneaded into his best friend's ticklish skin. Dying back his belongings would have to wait.

[fandom-changer]

A Visit with scp-999

Lee!BadBoyHalo/Ler!Skeppy

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Skeppy opened the door and walked down the driveway.He opened the mailbox and picked up a letter. "Hmm?" He opened the letter and read. "SCP foundation visit?" Skeppy said, thinking. "Hmm, I have a fun idea.." He walked up the driveway and opened the door.

"Bad! Come here real quick!!" He yelled. "Coming Skeppy!!" Bad got up from his chair and walked to the door where Skeppy stood. "Yeah? Whats up?" He asked. "You wanna go to the SCP foundation?" Skeppy asked, holding up the letter. "Oh? Sure i guess!" Bad opened the door and ran outside.

They were driving in the car, 10 minutes away from the SCP foundation. "Oo! Can I play a song?" Bad asked. "I guess" Skeppy answered. Bad connected his phone to the car and hit media. He started playing a song. "Its muffin time!" Started playing on volume 23. "Really bad?!" Skeppy laughed.

They pulled into the parking lot and walked into the large building. "This is so cool!" Bad exclaimed as they walked around. A woman in a suit met with them suddenly. "Hello! You must be Skeppy and BadBoyHalo, right?" She asked. "yep! Thats muffin head and me!" Bad said. "HEY!!" Skeppy hit him lightly with his arm." "Ihihihim sorry!" He laughed.

She walked them around and showed them all the SCP's. She talked about them. "Oo! Pretty!" Bad said as he looked at SCP-096. "Dont look at him for long." Said the woman. They kept walking until they got to a room. "This is one of the only scp's you can interact with. Go ahead in, I have to go for like, half an hour. " she exclaimed. She opendd the door and walked off. "Huh, whats this one?" Bad asked. Skeppy looked at the door and knew his plan was gonna work.

Bad looked around when he heard some light squeaks. He jumped back and walked around frantically. "are we gonna die?!" he yelled. A orange blob suddenly crawled towards him. He screamed and jumped into Skeppy's arms. "and you said you werent a scaredy cat, i was" Skeppy laughed. "I-shut up.." Bad flustered.Skeppy put him down and he backed up.

The orange blob danced towards him, and he was really worried. Suddenly, the blob jumped onto him and pushed him down. It laughed and bad started to smile. "whats this feeling I feeeEEEEEELL!!!!!" Bad was interupted by a vibrating feeling. He felt this tickly feeling everywhere. He looked down.

The orange blob had covered his entire body neck to shoe. He was embarrassed but couldnt hold back his laughter. "WHAHHAHAHAHAHAT IS THIHIHIHIHIS?! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!" Bad yelled, trying to move. Skeppy smiled and blushed at his demon friend kicked and fought.

"SKEEHEHEHEHEHEPHEHEHEHEHEEY!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE!!!" He laughed. "I CAHAHAHAHAHANT DOHHOHOHOHO THHIHIHIHIHIS MUCH LONGEHEHEHEHEHER!!"! "Sorry bad, I like this." Skeppy laughed. The blob got up and slithered to his food bowl, full of candy.

Bad was out of breath. Skeppy walked over to him and held his hand out. "Thanks.." He said, panting. Skeppy walked him to the door and left. The woman came back then. "Oh! did you guys have a good time?" She asked. "Yeah" Skeppy answered. "999 tickled the shit outta muffin man over here." She laughed and bad glared at skeppy.

They walked outside and got in the car. Bad didnt talk half the ride before asking if he can play his song. "You know, I bet I could get more laughter outta you at home~" He smirked. "WHAT?! NONONONONOONONONONO PLEASEEE" He whined. Skeppy just smiled.

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An hour this took, but I feel like I made it shorter than intended.

Thanks for reading!

[slimeylee]

this is one of my fav fics btw.. ive read it abt 20752 times..

-slime

Hiya! Have you wrote a skephalo (skeppy and bad) tickle fanfic? Just asking because that would be something I would like to read! <3

I have written them in the past but honestly do need to write them more. I've written one with Skeppy being tickled by the Egg and Bad and then I think the others are from the little ficlets I was doing

[fluffallamaful]

WARNING: VERY INTENSE TICKLES AHEAD

Being tickled by one person is bad enough. Being tickled by two is horrible. Being tickled by four? Now that’s just unfair.

Dream’s setup actually has to change a little bit to account for this. It’s a different sort of table this time around: one specifically fit for him, stretching each of his limbs taut. His arms above his head, his legs out to either side — and each joint is fastened down with a belt-like restraint both above and below it, making it impossible for him to move anything more than a couple millimeters, if that. Finally, a little foam gag is slid into his mouth for him to bite down on. It’s soft enough to rest comfortably inside but firm enough that he can’t quite get his teeth to click against each other through the material. Quackity tells him — truthfully — that it’s a safety precaution to keep him from chipping his teeth against one another or biting his tongue off during his punishment. His blood turns to ice at the implications of that.

And then, of course, they get started.

Sam focuses on his belly. He uses that special little circular suction cup brush for the naval this time. Dream HATES that thing: Quackity always uses it for punishments nowadays, because of just how badly it tickles. The man’s always shocked by how violently Dream responds to it: he can’t see pretty much anything regarding what it’s actually doing, so it’s really funny to watch him thrash around like a dying fish because of such an innocuous looking thing sitting so innocently on his tummy. Normally he doesn’t use it for more than a couple minutes. This isn’t normally. They turn it on, slip it in, and then forget about it for a while. Because leaving it in like this leaves Sam free to experiment with the REST of his tummy.

He leans over to bury his mouth into the skin, blowing raspberry after raspberry before proceeding to nibbles and then to rough grooming licks, each worse than the last. And Dream can’t do anything about it because of the stupid pillow under his abdomen. His tummy is all stretched out and taught and refusing to move. He can’t even suck it in. And Sam is taking full advantage of it, and why is he GOOD at this it’s not FAIR —

Sam’s nose nudges into the suction cup. Dream screeches through his gag.

Sam finally takes off the little tickly suction cup a few minutes later, but just as he’s collapsing in relief he feels Sam’s rough tongue scratching all around his naval instead, and it’s HORRIBLE. He sobs loudly, trying to squirm away. This is one of the worst things he’s ever felt. Sam doesn’t even seem to notice, wrapping his arms around his waist and burrowing into his bellybutton to groom it thoroughly. He blows a couple of harsh, firm raspberries occasionally, whenever his tongue needs a break. He’s unfairly good at it. (Sam’s always used tools before. Dream had no idea that being tickled by him normally would be even WORSE.)

Ant goes for his feet, using a little electric toothbrush to dig into the places that get him crying. He runs it over his big toe, under his fourth, against the arch and even back up between the digits. Dream’s ankles are strapped down tight, too, so he can’t kick at all, and a particularly nasty flash of inspiration has Ant tying a bit of twine around his big toe to pull it back, anchoring it to his manacles and preventing him from curling his toes to protect the sensitive skin beneath. He even teases him about how he’s only restrained his big toe: he could curl the others if he wants! (He can’t.) He experiments with different tools. He can’t decide between the quill and the electric brush. He tries to ask Dream which one’s worse, but you know. The gag. He decides to just use them both, letting them alternate between the undersides of his toes and the rest of his soles: best of both worlds that way.

Bad focuses on his legs. He squeezes around his kneecap, and runs his long claws down the muscle in his thighs and calves to make the whole thing shudder. His tail traces all around his hip bones and lower tummy, agonizingly light and slow as it circles over and over and over again. Bad’s not even really paying attention to it, but it’s so, so bad — especially with how it contrasts with the suction cup. On a whim he decides to target his inner thighs, experimentally pressing into the crevice there and realizing that if he presses his thumb into the muscle just right he can get this weird noise he’s never heard before, even through Dream’s gag. The others notice too and start asking Bad to keep doing it and see what happens. He finds that if he squeezes the whole thigh — with at least one finger pressing into that spot — he can get this weird spasming effect. It’s fun!

Quackity leans over him from just behind his head. He drills into his exposed armpits with both hands, using two fingers each to gently massage horrible circles around and around and around — eventually even switching to circling with his nails, which are even worse. He knuckles his ribs, roughly dragging his fist over either side of his ribcage to make him jolt and squirm like a worm on a hook. He scritches lightly on either side of his neck and watches his head try and fail to thrash. He uses his wings to reach over and lightly dust all over his sensitive torso. He even lets the feathers trail down to his tummy sometimes. The worst part about him, though, is that he TEASES. He asks him questions, threatening him with worse tickles if he doesn’t answer them — which he can’t, since there’s a gag in the way — and then uses the resulting silence as an excuse to nibble his neck while murmuring about how it’s his own fault. He coos about how helpless he is and how he can’t do anything about his current situation, aww, it must be so baaaad. And everyone knows how yummy his tummy is! How long has that cup been sitting there now? Are those inner brushes circling clockwise or counterclockwise, anyway? Owww, did Bad just find a new spot that’s making him cry like a baby? Does that tickle badly? Hm? Too bad he can’t move, huh? Because Quackity doesn’t think Bad’s gonna stop tormenting that spot for a while. He’d better get used to it. Isn’t this fun?

Sometimes they chat as they play. Ant and Bad have a conversation about their upcoming shifts as they torture his legs. Ant momentarily stops arguing about why he should get Monday off to suggest that Bad slide an electric toothbrush under his trapped leg to press against the back of his knee. Bad pauses his lecture about the importance of a good work ethic to ask Ant if he can feel a change in the muscles of his foot when he scratches like THIS. Sam argues with both of them even as he suggests new things he’s come up with since their last visits, passing over new and interesting tools for them to play with. Quackity watches them chat like it’s a ping pong match even as he presses a taser into Dream’s left armpit, letting wave after wave of tickly shocks torment the taut skin without pause. There’s a quill in his other hand. It’s circling the prisoner’s other pit.

Sam asks Bad if he’s ever nibbled Dream’s tummy before. Bad says no, and Sam starts explaining how to do it best. Dream is squeaking, trying to plead for Bad not to use his enormous fangs on his poor little tummy because he’s already catching on to how badly that would tickle, but nobody pays him any mind at all. Bad pretends that he doesn’t know what he’s doing, that it’s his first time giving someone mouth tickles. It is not. It is CLEARLY not. He might even be worse than Sam. Bad’s mean enough to target his bellybutton, too, whenever he gets the inkling. It’s not fair that all of its torture made it MORE sensitive, it’s not!

Quackity offers Ant some baby oil. It’s not ticklish itself — feeling the duck hybrid rub the cool substance into his feet is actually really soothing, especially when he’s feeling so warm from the exertion — but then when Ant starts scratching again it feels like he’s exposed a live wire. It’s so much worse — he had no idea it could be this much worse! Ant laughs at his faint little twitches, and rubs some more right under his toes. The anticipation is almost worse than the actual tickling that follows. Almost.

The whole time, poor Dream is squealing into his gag. Tears are running down his cheeks, he’s trying desperately to thrash in his restraints — all is futile. No mercy. The prison staff are practically treating him like a squeaky toy: just a little thing to be tormented for their entertainment. He can’t do anything about it. Any one of these tactics would be enough to break him on their own, but all at once? Oof. He can’t even really make much noise through his gag, and while it was intended as a mercy to make sure that he didn’t hurt himself it ends up having the unintended side effect of prompting the four guards to go much further than usual in an attempt to get a reaction. (In other words, on top of being so much meaner than usual, all of this continues for the full three hours.)

Poor baby is an absolute mess by the time the timer runs out, the alarm finally sounding through the cell. His chest is heaving, his hands are limp against the table, his eyes are cloudy and dazed. His muscles started spasming at some point and now he’s just shivering uncontrollably. His skin is red all over, too — especially his belly. He doesn’t react at all when the restraints are released, unable to so much as lift a finger. Quackity takes out his gag and sees that he almost bit clean through the foam.

Sam picks him up, and at first Dream starts weakly attempting to babble about how he can’t TAKE anymore PLEASE — but instead of tickles, he’s greeted with the hybrid snuggling him into his soft fluff and settling down on the floor, taking the time to lick and groom his hair just the way he knows he likes it. Quackity had been planning to give him some well-deserved tummy kisses after his ordeal, but as soon as he announces his intentions Dream starts weakly begging him to not do it, please, he’s gonna die. He pouts about it (“I thought you LIKED my tummy kisses!”) but doesn’t push further.

Dream falls asleep quickly after that. Neither Big Q nor anyone else has the heart to wake him up, so they decide to just settle him in his bed and tuck him in, nice and snug. Bad probably stays a few minutes to nuzzle his cheeks, murmuring about how he’s such a stupid little muffin but they love him anyways. He gives him a few kisses before he leaves him to rest.

part 1 — context

mmmmmmm 🫠 you truly did go bonkers with this one what in the worrllddddddd 😭 3 houurrsssss?!??) a foam gag?? 😭😭 my celery mannnnnnnn 😩

(discussion belowwww):

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ok so my god the detail that you’ve gone into for each of these 😵‍💫 and we’ve got all the heckin special soup tools on the go as well.

this little suction thing is so cute. i love that he can’t stand them. that’s adorable. such a targeted little thing that is conveniently extremely easy for the ler to forget about, and yet unpredictable enough to always be on the lees mind. the fact that his position would make it difficult to see as well 🫠 and that he can’t suck in his stomach, and that sam is going nuts on the rest of his tummy. so his bad. so is quack.

the raspberries and nibbles 🥺 the relief that quickly turns to panic when sam replaces the lil suction thingy with his tongue 😅 (still feckin hate that word why is it so grossssss). i love that quackity is also just teasing him about everything sam’s doing the whole time. like just not letting him zone out or forget about any of the feelings at all

ant on his feet 😖 with the tieeeeeeee and baby oil wtffffff 😭 they’re just going nuts on himmmmmm. the fact that he gets each spot and toe as well. and the damn toothbrushes and aH. the fact that bbh and ant are just having cruel fun with it all. they’re talking like he’s not there and feigning disinterest,, until of course one of them hits a spot that makes dream squawk in his gag. i’m thinking baby oil on the thighs and lower tum too right? especially with bad’s nails 👌🏼 + it also protects his skin and look i gotta make sure my precious soppy cat man’s skin is safe.

i love the idea of quackity asking dream what he thinks of bad and ant’s work drama. like getting him to participate in the nonchalant conversation . but tickling him when he doesn’t answer quackity’s questions. (NECK NIBBLEABABZYHXHSS. such a flustery thing for someone to do when they’ve just been whispering teases into your eeeeaaaarrrr)

the feckin taser thing in the armpits again im going to throw it on dream’s behalf ffsjajxucus. and the fact that quackity can tease him about not being able to prepare for it as well??? the way he can use it so easily. like just tapping it on his armpit every now and then throughout his teasing. perhaps he also teases him with a countdown or two,, just purposely hyping him up for it

the armpit scratches and the rib knuckling 😵‍💫 idk knuckles seem to just be made to fit in between peoples’ ribs,, like it just makes sense. something about bone on bone as well :,) also baby oil to the armpits and ribs makes sense? like sure his skin is red and slippy and so tickly by the end of the 3 hours,,but it’s also soooo sofffttt and smoottttbhh

the aftermath here is cute. but i’m going to make it cuter 👌🏼🤌🏼:

first off he needs a bowl of soup and so much water immediately after he’s been lifted off his restraints. the foam gag would feel gross lmao. the feeling needs to be abolished

he also needs to be held so closely to sam. specifically, his tired tummy needs to be buried safely into his tummy fluff. ciz i just think that would feel amazing

he needs slippers. this one is a threat. he needs fluffy slippers or else.

he needs his limp hands held and floppy fingers played with

he needs a back rub and back kisses (only enough to make him melt and smile, not giggle though. he’s too tireddddd)

he needs a cookie

he needs to be reassured that there is room for him in this world, and that a reset isn’t necessary

he needs a blanket, and to receive forehead kiss goodnight from everyone

he needs everything mentioned to be still occurring/available when he wakes up as well 👍🏼

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Warden’s Revenge

WARDEN 2 IS FINALLY HERE!! very VERY long awaited sequel to this fic here, from over a year ago <33 whoopsies <33 i guess taking a year to write sequels is my specialty or something 🤷‍♂️

i wanna give a huuuuge shoutout to @mushiewrites and @wishitweresummer for helping so much with this!! thank you summer for giving me hcs on bad because i didn’t have much in mind for him, that was a major help!! and thank you mushie for being there for literally everything just like you always are, and for discussing hcs about both bad and sap with me to use for this <3 very very grateful for the help from both of you guys

lee!badboyhalo, lee!sapnap, ler!warden, feat. george and dream, 3.9k words

hope everyone enjoys!!

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After the… interesting chain of events that had transpired during their first meeting with the Warden, all four members of the group agreed that they definitely needed more practice with the new mob before the next official manhunt. The group in question, of course, being Dream, George, Sapnap, and BadBoyHalo.

They spent some time gathering information on the creature they’d encountered, finding some pretty fascinating things in the process. It was completely blind, relying solely on its senses of smell and touch, as well as any vibrations let off by surrounding players or the frequencies from the sensors that were scattered absolutely everywhere around the cave the creature resided in. It had a melee attack as well, using its long arms to swing and swipe at any threats and dealing more damage than any mob any of them had ever dealt with before, but its preferred form of attack was the shock wave that had taken both Dream and George by storm on that day. They found that the only way to block that shock wave was with a very specific potion of resistance, which none of them deemed worthy enough to stock up on when it had so few other uses and the shock was so avoidable if they played their cards right.

All in all, the creature was very easy to evade, but simultaneously extremely easy to attract if a player wasn’t quite careful enough.

Or, in this case, if a player was setting the creature's sensors off on purpose as revenge on other members of their party.

The group had gone through several different practice attempts at taking on the Warden, wanting to try out every strategy and combination of moves they could think of to make sure they were truly confident in their ability to take the creature on in a real challenge. They tried stealth, they tried breaking off into pairs or trios or any combination of their number, they tried attacking the creature head on to see the melee attacks in action and test how close they could get to killing it on that situation– although the last option did have a few near-casualties, so they tended to veer away from that approach– but each plan had one underlying goal.

Don’t get hit by the shock wave. No matter what.

And this goal was reached successfully almost every single time. There were a few close calls, as they expected there to be— there were times where they heard the shockwave echo through the cave just barely after making it out, times where the vines were barely inches from catching one of their wrists or ankles (usually George, who would freak out over the sensation every single time). There was one specifically scary time where Sapnap had tripped over one of the vines that had slithered across the floor and George had to run back to catch them, ending up with both of them almost being caught in the vibrations. Luckily, they’d still managed to make it out unscathed, apart from Sapnap’s bruised knee and George’s exaggerated grumpiness at having to “put himself in danger to save you, idiot” as he so eloquently put it, but the most important thing to all of them was that they felt confident in their new set of skills.

They decided to take two more days to practice, to really hone in on their strategies, before scheduling a rematch manhunt with Jimmy for the end of that week.

And that day, the second to last day of practice, is precisely when Dream and George decided to put their revenge plan into action. They were determined to subject Sapnap and Bad to the same fate that both of them had been so cruelly subjected to the previous time.

The practice started off relatively simple– take off running, collect resources, craft weapons and armor, mentally map out any strategies, so on and so forth– and seemed to be just a normal day of manhunt practice. Around forty five minutes in, however, is when the hunters finally caught up to Dream and saw him at the opening of a cave.

This could only mean one thing, and before they’d even hit the one hour mark, all four of them had made it down to the entrance of the Warden’s lair, the three hunters stealthily following behind Dream as he tiptoed in. They each took small steps forward as the other man came closer to the middle of the room, assuming it was safe to watch him from the same distance as each other time, right at the cusp of the dropoff of the cave floor.

“Are we ready to go?” Sapnap whispered, staring sharply forward into the room. “Do we have everything we need?”

“I think so,” Bad replied, whispering as well, squeezing his hand around the hilt of the half broken axe he held. He seemed to debate on switching it out, before smiling softly and turning the weapon in his hands, deciding it would do just fine. “We each have weapons, I think we’re all full on hunger and HP, we have armor… I have a really good feeling about this one, guys,” He said positively, extending his smile to the other two next to him, and both of them looked back at him and smiled softly as well.

“Hm…” George turned his head back first, leaning over Bad’s shoulder to see into the cave, letting his hand gently rest on Sapnap’s arm to keep himself steady. He shifted his eyes a few times; between sensors, up to the stalactites on the ceiling, across the walls, moving his head side to side along with his intense scanning of his surroundings. Sapnap and Bad simply assumed he was searching for the Warden, as George had a tendency to prefer knowing exactly where his enemy was when he was about to strike it, but George knew what he was actually searching for. Seconds later, he seemed to find it.

He locked eyes with Dream, who had turned to face them just subtly enough that it wouldn’t be obvious but that George would know to bring his gaze over. They held eye contact, and the cue was given. A quick nod of his head, and a swipe on the tip of his nose with his index finger.

It was time. Dream was ready. George would push forward.

“Hey, can I go in last this time?” He asked softly, leaning back and grabbing his bow out of its holder. “We’ve been trying out all different orders but I, uh… wanna practice shooting at it a bit from the back. My aim has been kinda trash the last few practice rounds and I think it might help.”

“Yeah, of course!” Bad assured quickly, an understanding nod and smile following it, “Practice is practice, right, Gogy? No better time than now. Okay, uh, Sap, why don’t you go first, then? I’ll cover your back and stay between you two, you stay on Dream, George stays on the Warden. Good?”

“Sounds good,” Sapnap replied, gripping his newly crafted axe between his fists and waiting for the opportunity to strike.

“Call it, Sap,” Bad whispered, and Sapnap nodded, counting down from three and whispering a giddy ‘now!’ as they scrambled in.

Immediately, there was chaos.

“Oh, Dream!” Sapnap yelled when Dream’s head flew over to look at them. Both boys sprung into action, drawing their weapons and aiming them towards each other.

As the other two fought, Bad and George watched carefully from a distance, and Bad turned around just in time to see George ready his bow and fire an arrow at the Warden before turning back around to keep an eye on Sapnap and Dream. The arrow hit, striking the monstrous creature right in the shoulder, and it immediately whipped around towards them. George’s eyes widened as he watched the creature take three booming steps towards them, and it seemed that no one else was noticing it’s movements.

Perfect.

“Bad,” George spoke softly, still keeping his eyes on the Warden. He saw a sensor out of the corner of his eye, watching as it started to glow and vibrate slightly. He got no response. “Bad?” He said again, slightly louder this time, turning his head towards Bad but keeping his eyes still. Again, nothing, and he flicked his eyes to follow the direction of his head and saw Bad holding onto his axe like he was ready to jump in at any moment, completely distracted from the creature they were fighting. The sounds from the sensors were louder now. It was time. “BAD!” He yelled, catching not only Bad’s attention, but Dream and Sapnap’s as well. The fight paused, with their weapons colliding between them and scraping against each other, and suddenly all eyes were on George. “Bad– guys, look!” George said, as frantic as he could muster, pointing at the Warden who was very obviously preparing to send out the shockwave.

“Oh shit,” Sapnap muttered, realizing they were all pretty much perfectly in the middle of its range, and they did not have a lot of time to get out of it. He dropped his weapon, making Dream’s slip out of his hand as well, both of them clattering to the ground and echoing through the cave, only making it more apparent where they were. “Fuck–“ He let out, and he was cut off when there was a sudden arm around his shoulders and another whipping him around, and suddenly his back was against Dream’s chest. “FUCK–“ He yelled again, before clamping his lips shut, trying to be quieter so the Warden wouldn’t focus on him.

“Shhhh,” Dream whispered, and slowly stepped backwards with Sapnap in his grip, towards the wall of the cave and away from the Warden’s line of sight, narrowly avoiding one of the vines that had begun creeping up on the floor between their feet. Sapnap let Dream pull him away, gently holding onto Dream’s wrist to stay close to him, watching Bad and George to make sure they were safe as well.

George had lowered his bow, still glancing between Bad and the Warden, before he gently tapped Bad’s arm with the tip of the weapon. Bad looked over at him, and George began walking backwards in the opposite direction, motioning for Bad to follow. They took a few steps back, hoping desperately to make it out as they watched the Warden take a massive, powerful breath in. Everything seemed fine…

Until Bad tripped on one of the vines, which then wrapped itself around his ankle and kept him tethered to the ground, right in the center of the cave, right as it had done to George the first time.

Or, more accurately… George had tripped him first. If the rest just kind of fell into place, that wasn’t George’s fault, was it?

“BAD, NO–“ Sapnap yelled, but Dream used his free hand to slap it over his mouth, tightening his grip on his shoulders as he squirmed nervously in his grip. “MM– HM?!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Dream whispered in his ear, making him groan and pull at Dream’s wrists, but he held strong. “You don’t want it to come over here too, do you? You have to be quiet,” He explained, earning a whine and a roll of Sapnap’s eyes, but a nod nonetheless.

“NO!” Bad also yelled, before biting down on his bottom lip to keep quiet, looking up at the warden as he pulled at the vine around his leg uselessly.

Then, as if the scene moved in slow motion, all four heads turned to the creature as it let out the bone chilling, ear piercing shriek they were all very familiar with and very much dreading. And, without any shadow of a doubt, it was headed straight for BadBoyHalo.

“Oh, god,” Dream mumbled, and Sapnap made a small noise of sympathy behind Dream’s hand, and they both watched Bad’s sudden reaction as the wave hit him.

“AH–“ He squealed, slamming his hands over his ears to block out the noise before immediately curling in on himself as soon as it became quieter. “Oh, nohoho!”

“Bad?” George called out, taking a tentative step closer to the boy on the cave floor. “Are you okay?”

“NOHO, Geohohorge, I’m nohohot okahahay!” Bad giggled out, yanking at his trapped ankle once more, able to finally pull it out of where the vine was previously wrapped around it. The tingling moved up his torso and down his legs, reaching his knees and making him tense his legs, curling them up towards his chest even further. “Ah–! Nohoho!” He continued laughing through his protests, shaking his head wildly as he wrapped his arms around his stomach. The tingles spread over to his hips, circling around his hip bones, shooting down the backs of his thighs, swirling the backs of his knees. He kicked his legs out, scraping the heels of his shoes against the floor and trying to shake the unbearable ticklish feeling from his legs, but it didn’t budge at all. He curled his hands around his hips, squeezing tightly, trying to press hard enough to dispel the tickles there as well, but once again, they didn’t budge. In fact, pressing in with his fingers only made the sensation grow more fierce, tingling in the spots his fingers pressed into and feeling like a continuous squeezing into the most deeply sensitive areas around his hips, making him scream out in another round of helpless laughter. “OH GOHOHOHOSH–“

“Bad!” Sapnap yelled, yanking Dream’s hand away from his mouth, pushing forward against his hold to try and break free from it. He was successful enough to make it up to Bad, standing the same safe distance from him as George but on the opposite side. Dream quickly followed behind, pressing himself against Sapnap’s back and holding onto him gently, fingers gripping both of his shoulders firmly. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“NOHOHO, yohohohou m-muhuffihinhehead!” Bad scolded through his laughter, squealing and arching his back as the sensation spread to his tummy. “Ihihit juhust tihihickles!”

“I just wanted to be sure!” Sapnap defended, shrugging his shoulders, smiling when Dream’s arm came to wrap back around him.

“Wait, hold on, hold on, hold on…” George interrupted, holding his hand out in front of him as if waiting for a cue. Seconds later, all four boys heard another set of booming footsteps, and they watched in horror as the Warden turned back to them once again, opening its terrifying mouth. “Oh, Sapnap…” George teased as he stepped back again, out of the Warden’s shock range once again.

“Wh-what?” Sapnap muttered nervously, tightening his fists by his sides, ready to break out of Dream’s grasp again if he needed.

“Oh, no, Sap… I think the Warden is looking for a second target…” Dream whispered in Sapnap’s ear, holding tighter as he began squirming

“Oh fuck, no, nononono–“ He tried to take a step backwards, then forwards, then to either side, but Dream just held him more firmly in place. “NO! No, no, Dream, please–“ Sapnap whined, gasping when he heard the creature suck in a breath, grabbing Dream’s wrists and pulling as hard as he could. “DREAM, come on, let go, you have to let go, you HAVE TO–“

“Let go? Alright!” Dream said, letting go at the very last second and pushing Sapnap forward as he ran backwards toward the wall again. Sapnap squealed as he was pushed, losing his balance and falling onto his knees barely a few feet away from Bad, who was still giggling and kicking from the residual tingles.

Then, just as dreadful and horrifying as the first screech, another mind blowing shriek emitted from the Warden, and Sapnap didn’t even need to question who it was heading for before the overwhelming tickling spread through every nerve ending in his entire body.

“NOHOHOHO, FUHUCK–“ Sapnap yelled, wrapping his arms around himself, grabbing onto his opposite shoulders and holding tightly as he scrunched up his face to try and hide his reactions.

Unfortunately for him, this did not go over well with Dream and George, who were back over by the two of them in seconds.

“Aww, Sappy, what’s wrong?” Dream asked, his tone obviously condescending, and Sapnap would’ve taken him out at the knees if he wasn’t preoccupied. He groaned instead, making both boys chuckle, and George took another step closer to Bad, now close enough that his leg was resting right against Bad’s shoulder.

“C’mon, Sapnap, don’t fight it. We’ve both been through it before, we know how excruciating this feels. Why can’t you be more like Bad, huh?” He said, gesturing to the boy who was still curled up and laughing beside him, much softer now, as the tickles had migrated to his neck, and the base of his tail and horns– all spots which melted him almost instantly. “He’s having the time of his life over here, just look at his tail swaying! He loves it!”

“Oh gohohohosh, Geohorge, plehehehease–“ Bad whined, covering his face in embarrassment at being called out, but his tail didn’t stop swaying and he didn’t stop melting into the leftover tickles. “Ihihit tihihickles so bahahahad, Gohogy– hehe– plehehease, plehease mahahake ihit stohohohop!” He leaned into George, his forehead colliding with George's thigh as he wrapped his arms around his leg for comfort, hugging tightly. George chuckled, shaking his head and rolling his eyes, but he let his hand drop to Bad’s hood and lightly rub the crown of his head with his thumb, soothing him through the end of the attack.

“It’s almost over, Bad, you can stick it out, we promise,” Dream reassured, making Bad nod softly against George’s leg and squeeze him tighter. He chuckled slightly, before leaning down to speak to Sapnap again. “As for you, my baby boy…”

“Fuhuck ohoff!” Sapnap pushed out through gritted teeth, shaking his head.

“As for you, the fun has only just started.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Sapnap whined, unable to bite back his laughter any longer. The tingles spread down his legs, sparking sporadically over his thighs and the jutting bones of his ankles inside his boots, before spreading more prominently up his torso.

Right under his arms.

“Oh– GOHOHOHOD, NOHOHO!” Sapnap protested, his voice rising in pitch and laughter growing more frantic. He gripped his shoulders even tighter, pinching his elbows in towards his sides, curling forward and trying anything he could think of to rid himself of the maddening tickling sensation in his armpits.

“What’s wrong, buddy?”

“Ihihihit wohohon’t STOHOHOP!” Sapnap whined, desperately shaking his head. “Mahahahake ihihit stohohop!”

“Aww, Sap, I’m sorry,” Dream sympathized,genuinely understanding how torturous it was to feel a tickling sensation that was literally impossible to stop. “The only way to make it stop is to ride it out.”

“F-fuhuhuhuck…” Sapnap whimpered, his laughter calming down for a few seconds before a new round began again. Only this time, it was caused by Dream reaching down and grabbing his elbows– pretty harshly, if Sapnap said so himself– and began forcing Sapnap’s arms away from his sides and up in the air. “NAHAHAHA– nohohoho, noho! No, nonono, NOHOHO, DREHEHEHEAM–“ Sapnap complained, pulling at his arms as hard as he could manage, but between being weakened from fighting, as well as from laughing so hard, it didn’t work very well.

“Relax, Sap!” Dream scolded, standing up straighter to pull Sapnap up with him, making the younger boy squeal and arch his back. He shook his head frantically, his eyes squeezed shut and nose scrunched, squirming wildly through desperate laughter. The more Dream pulled his arms up, and the longer he held them there, the stronger the tingles grew under his skin. The sensation was vicious, swirling in undetermined shapes and swirls in the hollows of his underarms, up and down his top ribs, over his chest and up to his neck, and then settling despicably back under his arms.

It was torture. He wasn’t sure how any of the other three even made it out alive.

“STOHOHOP, PLEHEHEHEASE!” Sapnap pleaded, losing any remaining strength he had to pull at his arms and only lightly shifting them now to see if he could loosen Dream’s strong grip. “FUHUHUCK– STOHOP!”

“You know I can’t do that, Sap. It’s not anyone here that’s tickling you. You just gotta suck it up and wait it out, it’s almost over.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” His cheeks burned, and he had no doubts that he was bright red, wanting nothing more than to hide his face somehow, but Dream simply would not let him go. “DREHEHEAM, gehehehet ohohoff mehehehe!” He whined through his laughter. The sensation was filling slightly, and the burn in his chest from laughing so hard was calming, but the feeling was still unbearable, ticklish enough that it kept his squeaky giggles up.

“Hmm… maybe if you surrender and say I win.”

“Yohohohohou wihihihin! Yohou wihihin, you wihin, juhuhust– plehehehease!” Sapnap nodded along with his words, immediately pressing his arms to his sides and wrapping them around himself when Dream loosened his grip and let go. He stayed like that, curled up and hugging himself and hiding as much as he could manage, as the tickling started to fade away. He breathed heavily, residual giggles and squeaks making their way out every so often as he calmed down. He let out a whine after a few minutes of this, falling onto his side before rolling onto his back and throwing his arms over his face in embarrassment.

“Aww, Sap,” Dream cooed, slowly sitting down next to the boy, crossing his legs. “Is someone a little flustered?”

“Shuhut the fuck up,” Sapnap replied, dropping one hand next to his head while the other rubbed at his eyes, resting his palm over them after. “That was soho awfuhul.”

“Aww,” Dream cooed again. He gently took Sapnap’s hand and pulled it back, revealing his flushed face and sleepy, slightly teary eyes. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of Sapnap’s knuckles, before shifting over to pull Sapnap’s head into his lap, gently carding his fingers through his messy hair to help him relax. “I know, angel, it’s pretty bad, isn’t it?”

“Sooo bad.”

“Mhm, poor thing. But you’re okay now, right? And so is Bad, aren’t you, Bad?”

“Hm?” The older boy perked up at the mention of his name, lifting his head up from George’s shoulder– Dream gathered that George had sat down and let him rest there while he was distracted with Sapnap, slightly embarrassed that he was too preoccupied to notice that– and smiling at Dream kindly. “Yeah, I’m great,” Bad confirmed, placing his head back against George and letting him continue to rub gently at the base of his horns like he’d been doing to soothe him the entire time.

“Good. See? You’ll be okay, Sapnap,” Dream reassured, earning a hum and a smile from the youngest laying in his lap. “How about we all go back to the house and relax, okay? We still have another day of practice before the real manhunt. Plus, I think you both deserve a nap after that.”

“God, yes, please, I am exhausted,” George replied, smiling giddily at Dream when he scoffed at him.

“I meant the two that were just tickled into oblivion, idiot,” He replied, earning a soft giggle from Bad and an immediate whiny protest from Sapnap. “C’mon. Let’s head up,” Dream said with a chuckle, gently patting Sapnap’s cheek before helping him to stand up.

He let the smaller boy cling to him as they walked, making sure George and Bad were following, as they all made their way out of the cave and back to their base to unwind and prepare for the next day.

[sleepy--anon]

Day 10: Ghost

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Little short

Sapnap loved his dads, obviously he went to them about different things but he loved them both so much. Skeppy was deemed the fun dad, the one he went to for games and energetic company. Bad was much softer, little more strict, he went to Bad for advice, when he was hurt, or just wanted some comfort or relaxed company. Sapnap usually destressed with Bad, just being around him made him feel better. After a particularly hard day Sapnap would trudge his way into the house, find his dad and just sit, Bad always caught on quickly. Today was no different, he had a stress filled day at Kinoko and didn't really want to go home, so he went to his dads' mansion. He found him in the kitchen, not really saying anything, just sitting on the couch.

"Oh! Sapnap, I didn't hear you come in! What are you doing here?" He just shrugged, curling up on the sofa, making himself as small as possible.

"Oh buddy! What's the matter? What happened?" Bad, once again, noticed immediately. He speed walked over and sat down next to him, wrapping him in a big warm hug. He gently rocked them back and forth, humming You Are My Sunshine, petting through his hair. Sapnap listened to his heartbeat, instantly feeling so much better, he let out a small sigh of satisfaction to let Bad know that was, in fact, what he needed. Bad pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead, rubbing his back.

"Rough day Bug?" Sapnap nodded from his comfortable place tucked in his chest, flinching slightly when he felt his claws trace the backs of his ribs.

"I am barely touching you~" He turned his face into his chest in embarrassment, twitching slightly but never actually moving away or pushing his hands. He giggled frantically, feeling his claws sliding lightly over his sides, tummy, and ears.

"You loved this as a baby, somethings never change huh cutie~" Bad cooed softly, praising him with little compliments and comparisons to when he was little, boosting his mood significantly. Even when he stopped he kept giggling, still feeling the claws on his skin.

"I'm not even tickling you anymore Munchkin~ it must be a ghost~ a little ghosty must tickling you now~" Sapnap’s nose scrunched up, smile bright, curling into his father.

[wishitweresummer]

Happy Muffinversary guys!!!

So He Is Ticklish! (Skeppy x BadBoyHalo)

Word Count: 762

(This is my first ever fanfic btw. Eek.)

     Skeppy and Bad love living together. They have a good set up with the streams so that they can't hear each other if they are both streaming. Skeppy made it that way obviously. He needs to keep trolling, it's a staple of his channel.

Around a month ago Skeppy found out that Bad was extremely ticklish. Skeppy has always been stronger and more over the top, this was just another thing he had over Bad. Bad had no chance of getting his hands free when Skeppy pinned him. Sneaking up behind him and grabbing at his sides all the time. Bad was just starting to think of ways to get him back when things changed today.

Bad was running a little game on his server for a stream when Skeppy somehow found a way to get OP on Bad's server yet again.

"Skeppy!!!", Bad hollered while leaning away from the mic. Skeppy's little Minecraft character flew by his screen and he had the wooden axe of destruction. "No!! Is he streaming?", he groaned. The chat exploded with different responses. "That muffin!", he yelled and hurriedly started to try fixing what Skeppy was destroying. Yelling about 'the muffin' the whole time.

     The area under almost all the participants in the game disappeared and they all fell to their death.

"Oh my goodness!!!!!", Bad screamed. He could swear he could almost hear the faint sound of Skeppy's crazy laugh from the other sound proofed room, but he couldn't be sure. This went on for a while. Eventually they got on teamspeak and Skeppy annoyed him more. The chats on both streams egged them on. They've both learned how to play up the playful anger and teasing.

     Soon it became late and Bad's stream ended. He closed everything up and made his way out of the room just to find Skeppy leaning against the hallway outside of his recording room. Bad brightened, knowing they would order some food and have a good rest of the night.

"Any ideas for what I should title that video?", Skeppy smirked at Bad. His playful teasing act not dropping at all.

"Video?", Bad's asked surprised, closing the door to his recording room behind him. "Skeppy! You muffin you have to tell me when you're recording! We've been over this a hundred times!", Bad threw his hands up as he ranted.

     This is what Skeppy wanted. He smirked and stepped in closer, squeezing Bad's sides.

"Shut uuuup!", Skeppy whined out dramatically as he attacked Bad's sides with tickles. Bad almost collapsed as he squealed, taking a step back and bumping into his closed door. He gasped in panic and squeezed his eyes shut, for the first time ever reaching out blindly to Skeppy's rib cage and tickling there.

     The grabbing at Bad's sides ended quickly as Skeppy leaped away with a yelp. Skeppy realized suddenly that he hasn't been tickled since he was really young and didn't realize how ticklish he was. He really hated that feeling. Bad watched carefully now as the panicked boy took a few steps back and rubbed at his own ribs.

"Did you want to get wings tonight?", Skeppy asked. Bad laughed at the obvious voice crack.

"No, what was that?", Bad grinned and cornered Skeppy quickly. He poked and squeezed wherever he could grab. Skeppy quickly fell back against the wall and broke into that crazy laughter, slapping away at Bad's hands as he slid down the wall. He wailed dramatically. Neither boy could believe how ticklish he was. Bad crouched down and got at his ribcage again, tickling fast, making sure to get in between each rib. Skeppy screamed and lost it, flopping onto his side on the floor and squirming wildly, pushing weakly at Bad's hands.

"Darryl!!!", he cried out. Bad stood up fast, thrown suddenly by hearing his actual name. Skeppy stared up at him wide eyed, his arms wrapped around himself as he giggled. "I...I didn't know I was still ticklish.".

"You are very ticklish.", Bad emphasizes the 'very', laughing as he wiggles his fingers threateningly down at the squirming Skeppy. He flinched.  "I've never seen you like this!", Bad went on excitedly, "You are so done for now! Whenever you troll me in Minecraft, or tease me! That's it!". Bad leaned over him and poked into his tummy, sending the boy into embarrassingly frantic giggles as he crawled backwards across the floor against the wall.

     Bad had never seen Skeppy so nervous and giggly. He looked scared. Bad grinned and held out his hand.

"Also yeah, let's order in some wings.".

(Art is by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )



[mushiewrites]

I just reread Llama's fic for George’s birthday and it mentions Dream also got birthday kisses that year. Which brought me back to my Dream has a ticklish face corner. 23 kisses all over, cheeks, neck, ears, tummy, nose ext. Just him giggling hard, trying to turn away from his mic, as Sapnap litters him with stubbly kisses, a few extra for luck (or just because he loves him) and George and Bad doing the teasing over Discord

little!!!!! stubbly!!!!!!! KISSSSSESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

yes!!!! absolutely yes! sap would litter his cute lil face and tummy and anywhere else he can reach with kisses!!! and since george is in florida now i can actually picture george holding dreams hands down so that sapnap has access to his lil tkly ears and the crook of his neck, before trailing kisses down on his ribs to his lil tummy ): and bad would be on discord, teasing dream about how cute he sounds as george gives him live updates. and all the while sapnap is just tkling the life out of dream with nothing but his mouth and his stubble!!! 🥰

(also!!!!! @fluffallamaful is actively writing this so no one steal the idea 😤)

[natydrii]

QSMP Q!Cellbit x Reader/Leitor/Lector Neutro

Oi, oi, é a primeira vez que escrevo no Tumbrl normalmente eu sou mais a leitora anônima por aqui, porém com a chegada dos Brasileiros em QSMP e seus papeis dentro do server, eu me vejo na necessidade de contribuir com headcanons e outras coisas mais. Sou Brasileira então se você, pessoa de outra nacionalidade quiser ler algumas das histórias eu sugiro que baixe uma extensão Google Tradutor no seu navegador.

Vou escrever sobre o personagem Quackit também até porque ele é 1% pai do Richarlysson, então ele é 1% do Brasil.

Twitter da Artista - @Niiruh // https://twitter.com/Niiruh

Cellbit -

Linguagem de Amor -

A Linguagem de amor dele está mais para Atos de Serviços, basicamente ações, de maneira geral ele vai te considerar como uma pessoa com intelecto interessante e vai te querer por perto, seja para envolver em seus planos e teorias ou simplesmente para conhecer mais a fundo a sua pessoa.

Se o Richarlysson gostar de você, parabéns! Pontos ganhos com ele. Cellbit terá mais motivos para se aproximar, afinal ele não quer magoar o filho querido afastando ou desconfiando demais de qualquer estranho que venha aparecer, mas ele tem suas desconfianças ainda assim.

Você pode temer Cellbit por conta de seu passado como prisioneiro e os boatos que se tornam verdadeiros sobre ele ter matado um outro prisioneiro no qual tentava fugir junto de Pac e Mike, outros papais de Richarlysson, mas durante uma conversa que Cellbit teve com o seu filho, você vê ele mencionar que é necessário ser frio, sanguinário e incontrolável, manter as aparências importam mas que no fundo você ainda pode ser sentimental e possuir um coração mole, você foca em Richarlysson que pergunta “Tipo você Papai?” e Cellbit apenas concorda um pouco ruborizado e pede para que não falasse isso para ninguém.

Como ele fala “Eu te Amo” ou “Eu gosto de você” ?

Raramente você vai ouvi-lo dizer essas palavras, como sua linguagem de amor são Atos de Serviços, ele o fará de forma sutil e as vezes nem tão sutil assim, quando estiverem sozinhos claro, a principio se ele estiver caindo em uma paixão por você ele não admitirá a menos que você também dê brechas e insinuações que sente o mesmo,  não que ele esteja com medo da rejeição ou com ciúmes, Cellbit reconhece seu valor e seus dons então isso nunca passaria por sua cabeça. A principio ele te mantem por perto pela a desculpa de que “Para derrotar seus possíveis inimigos, mantenham eles por perto” até Richarlysson sabe que isso é apenas uma fachada, que no fundo o seu papai tem um grande coração só não o demonstra facilmente.

Se você estiver em perigo, pode ter certeza que foi ele mesmo que te colocou nisso apenas para aparecer como o herói e salvar o dia, se Richarlysson estiver em perigo e você correr para salva-lo Cellbit institivamente se sentirá mais próximo de você e te recompensará elogiando sua tomada de decisão, ficando com uma certa divida.

Convide-o para uma partida de campo minado, Xadrez, espalhe enigmas e apenas espere um cara fixado em resolvê-los e impressionar a sua pessoa.

Como ele age quando estão em publico?

Cellbit não vai ser carinhoso se estiverem no inicio de um relacionamento, mas isso não significa que ele não te ame, ele apenas se precaver muito quando se trata de seus companheiros de paternidade e conhecidos/amigos, ele te vê como uma pessoa que possui informações sobre ele, os outros pais e o resto do servidor então ter você por perto o mantem informado, além de você ser uma fonte de conhecimento você também é a fonte de amor dele, e obviamente ele não vai aceitar compartilhar.

Se estiverem á algum tempo juntos ele não terá receio de demonstrar afeto quando estiverem próximos dos outros pais de Richarlysson e nem de seu filho, mas vai relutar ao tentar ter algum contato com você quando outras pessoas estiverem perto como Maximus, Badboyhalo, foolish e entre outros, especialmente Quackity pois o considera suspeito apesar de ter concedido 1% de paternidade. Você se tornaria a fraqueza de Cellbit, que estaria dividido em continuar em frente sacrificando você como consequência e deixar apenas acontecer e permanecer com o plano no entanto isso o deixaria amargurado lá no fundo de sua consciência.

Como ele age quando estão á sos?

Se tiverem um tempo de relacionamento considerável, ele não hesitara em demonstrar carinho e nem tocar você, seu beijo de inicio pode ser agressivo e meio incerto, ele não vai falar com a boca durante seus momentos de afeto ele vai falar com os olhos enquanto estiverem a sós. Ele sabe bem como te causar calafrios, calafrios bons claro. Ele pode pender para um lado agressivo se algo o incomodou no dia, mas numa parte do tempo ele pode ser brincalhão para tirar a tensão que pode existir, ele adora pressionar você na cama, seja segurando seus pulsos ou apenas pegando sua nuca para dar-lhe um beijo em seguido de outro, dessa vez mais calmo e que perdura.

Ele não vai te machucar, ao menos que seja isso que queira, ele pode ter algumas fantasias na qual ele é o passivo de vez em quando, ver você tomar as rédeas o faria enlouquecer e seria algo imprevisível, mas ele não vai lhe dizer isso tão facilmente, você vai ter que testar em algum momento.

Se alguém os interromper ele ficará indignado, ao menos que seja urgente como a vida de Richarlysson estando em perigo ele não deixará você por nada, nem mesmo enigmas vão faze-lo sair de onde quer que vocês estejam em 4 paredes, sabe? Linguagem de amor, ações, então ele o fará.

A força não é muito atrativo para esse homem, não dizendo que ele seja fraco, pelo o contrário, ele gosta de jogos mentais e se ele souber que isso possa ser uma fraqueza sua ele vai usufruir disso muito bem, seja deixando você na vontade de um momento a sós ou deixar você vagar numa de suas fantasias mentalmente, ele é ótimo nisso.

Ele pede desculpas? Com que frequência?

Se você for do tipo carinhoso e ele não atender seus pedidos logo de cara, ele claramente vai notar que você ficou magoado mas se ele estiver ocupado com suas teorias e o seu grupinho de detetives não o espere, ele não vai deixar seus afazeres facilmente, mas pode esperar um pequeno arranjo de flores entregue por ele mesmo, é a forma como ele fala “Me desculpe” e pode esperar que ele sempre vai notar sua tristeza, afinal emoções para ele são fáceis de decodificar. Pode ser bem frequente, afinal ele sempre se vê ocupado e ele sabe que querendo ou não ele é a causa de sua tristeza, então pode separar um espaço em sua casa para muitos vasos vazios para guardar as flores que ele coletar no caminho de volta pra casa.

Ciúmes, desconfiança, rancor quão vulnerável ele pode ser?

Cellbit não é uma pessoa que vai se deixar levar por qualquer sentimento obsoleto, então não vai fazer cenas de ciúmes em publico nem mesmo drama, ele é bem realista e ele não mede suas palavras quando presencia algo que o deixa na corda bamba.

Se você ousar fazer ciúmes á ele, como beijar/abraçar/dormir com qualquer outro companheiro de paternidade como Pac, Mike, Felps, Forever e principalmente Quackity, ele queimará em chamas silenciosas, e se você o ver quieto e parecer relaxado por fora, apenas corra ou planeje muito bem sua próxima ação, essa cena/momento ficará para sempre em sua cabeça e ele guardará certo rancor, pior ficará se for Quackty o causador desses momentos de traição, provavelmente Cellbit vai adorar explodir certas casas.

Se você for pego com outro sem ser alguém do grupo, prepare-se para um confronto, não diretamente, mas ele o cercará e fara do ser um prisioneiro numa camada mais abaixa do seu escritório de detetive. Ele é muito bom em causar danos psicológicos e ele o fará.

Ele mente, trai muito facilmente?

Cellbit mente muito bem, essa sua natureza infame é herança de seu passado como prisioneiro, seus planos ardilosos de como manipular os outros ao redor ainda permanece como cicatriz que não vai se curar, ele fixará em sua mente que se ele mentiu é pela a proteção de sua família, que os meios justificam o fim.

Mesmo com isso em mente ele não é traíra, não completamente.  Ele mesmo lhe dirá que manter vínculos afetivos/amorosos requer esforço e que isso leva tempo, ele valoriza suas ações e não desperdiçaria seu esforço arranjando um/uma amante, afirmando que é uma pura perda de tempo precioso.

[kanene-yaaay]

Secrets and the Pros and Cons of Not Running Away

Kanene's notes: I will receive no constructive criticism on this, I saw a character that just keeps being destroyed over and over because he loves and cares too much and since mah bros on that island only SUFFER, I *WILL* take the matters onto my own hands and give them all the tickles and fluff thank you so much for understanding.

Anyway, the Happy Pills Arc is my absolute fave until now, and this animatic is my new obsession. It doesn't has anything to do with the fic, really, but I think it deserves more love drtyuiklkjhg.

Warnings: This is a tickle fanfic. It has hurt/comfort, fluff and some angsty thoughts, but nothing too dark. It happens after the Happy Pills stuff and doesn't follow the canon timeline. Ticklish!Forever and Ler!Philza, Ler!Bad, Ler!Pac, Ler!Mike, Ler!Richarlyson, Ler!Tallulah and Ler!Chayanne. It is 8,000 words long.

[~*~]

Forever woke up. 

His eyes hurt when they opened so he kept them closed for a few minutes more, watching the flash of memories run behind his eyelids in blurry movements and sounds. 

For the first time in a while his mind was silent, clear from all the effects of what the Federation did to him. His feelings no longer exploded crazy in his chest as they often did during the last few days, fighting to survive before the chemicals from the drugs washed them over and got suppressed by a blinding, fake happiness.

Their kids were gone. 

Richarlyson was gone. His son disappeared in thin air and there were no clues or hints that showed any single way to get them back or even know where they went. 

The island was in scrambles, empty. 

There were explosions and grieving and chaos everywhere. Every parent doing any and everything to cope with the fact that from day to night they’ve got what was the most important for them ripped right from their fingers. 

The N.I.N.H.O, his project (his responsibility) didn’t work out this time and they lost everything because of it.

Badboyhalo was losing his colors. Baghera disappeared. Cellbit straight out begged him to not leave him alone during all of this. Mike hadn’t been seen in a long time. Etoiles was trying to keep their hopes up. Everyone asked him what they should do, now. What would he do as their president. 

And what did he do? He fucking lost it. He let his feelings get over his head, exploded everything that he could put his eyes on, demolished his base with TNT and threatened Cucurucho, forced the Federation to do a throwback just so they would have an island to put their feet on. Made the Federation see him as a threat and force those pills on him.

He left everyone. His family. His friends.

(What more could he do?)

And everyone should've left him too.

…

And yet…

And yet Pac jumped head first to save him. Accepting to go under Cucurucho’s “treatment” so he could analyze the drugs and find a cure for it. No matter how much he was shaking in fear the entire time, how bad the Federation treated him before or how there was just no certainty that his plan would even work

And yet Philza saw under his mask of smile, past the point of his gun and right into the pain in his eyes in his lowest moment and said that everything would be fine, that he still trusted him, that he knew who he was and how much he cared about the eggs. He said they would find a way to solve things out.

And yet Cellbit didn’t let him go for a single second. He followed him no matter the instability, during those painful moments of consciousness, beyond the fake minutes of happiness and slipped past his traps just to go and pull him out of it. He shouted and hugged and taunted and broke and fought dirty and did what he could to bring him back.

And yet Bad still talked and answered him, even with how much he was hurting, even with the bombs and screams and the dismissing he came back over and over again with his chats and banters and discussions that so easily led Forever to the trap that would come to save his life.

Once again, there were tears in his eyes. 

They were too his family. Forever was the one who put himself under Cucurucho’s radar by going apeshit and bombarding the entire island and they were the ones who saved him from that white fucking bear. From himself. From the Happy Pills.

He cried.

(What else could he do?)

Agony and hope danced in harmony in his chest, sucking all his other senses to nothing and filling his soul with every emotion under the sun at the same time. It was overwhelming but good to be free to feel so easily. It was horrible that he knew how it was like to miss this freedom so much. It was empty to feel this despair all over again. It was good, no, essential to know he was not alone.

Almost hopeful, even.

And yet their children were gone.

And yet everyone was kind of lost.

And yet they needed someone solid, a strong leader to step in.

Forever didn’t feel strong.

(What would he do?)

He wiped his tears. Sat on the bed. Got up. Put back the flag on his shoulder. Took a deep breath, listening to the very known voices coming out of the infirmary that made his entire face change to a (this time genuine) happy, tired and relieved kind of smile.

The president of Quesadilla Island woke up.

(And he didn’t have any idea of how much everyone had been waiting to show him how much they were happy about it.)

[~*~]

It all started in very tiny ways, as most things did, easy to miss if you didn’t know where to look. 

The first time it happened Forever was at favela. He had just finished fixing the elevator from the Karaoke and was watching the sunset (Hi, Bobby) wash over the beach in a dance of colors at the top of the building, resting on the parapet. Pac was somewhere close, building more houses or getting in trouble with Fit, but, besides them, it was just him, his memories and Copacabana beach.

Forever laid his head in his arms, with a long sigh, closing his eyes and just letting the wind mess his hair and clear his thoughts, enjoying the brief moment of peace before he started thinking about more plans and projects to fill his day and mind with.

It was hard, though. When every block he put down or decoration he pulled up made the blonde turn around with a call in the tip of his tongue, words disappearing when he realized that there was no set of small footsteps following him and probably never would again because they were all gone and he was not and how could he ever even think about-

A shiver ran down his spine and made his thoughts come to a halt when he felt a light tickle in the back of his neck, making him have to move a hand out of his comfortable position to wipe the leaf or whatever out of his skin. 

His fingers made contact with nothing. Uh. Must’ve flown away already.

He was tired. Maybe he should take the rest of the day to clean his base. There were still holes from the mine traps that someone has been spreading across the island lately. Another problem for him to resolve. Looked like those were never going to end.

The tickle came back, following him even when he flinched away, with a puffed snicker falling from his tongue. His hand shot to scare whatever insect it was from his neck again but the touch was as nimble as it was soft, lightly and skillfully dancing away from his hold before it could catch him.

“Que porra.” (“The fuck.”) He tried again and again, going so far as slapping his entire arm behind him, hitting nothing.

The sensation disappeared for a brief while before running all the way across his spine, making him almost jump in the air and finally give up his comfortable position to spin around. “Que que é isso, cara!” (“What is this, man!”)

“Pfff- hahaha!”

Forever turned just in the right moment to see his short friend, with sky blue eyes shining with a playful light, pulling a black, crooked and beautiful wing behind his back, his laugh ringing across the building.

“Philza! Really?” 

“What? You wouldn’t have that problem if you wore a shirt, you know?” Forever’s shouted “WHAAAAT!” did nothing to alleviate his laughing fit, a snort not taking long to appear.

“You, you’re, you’re bullying me, man! I just came out of the hospital and you treat me like this. I can’t believe it!”

“You’re-”

“You come here, you hit me, you don’t let me rest after I get out of a coma… I am an injured, man, you know that, Philza? You’re bullying an injured man.”

“I literally,” his tune tried and failed to sound at least a tidbit serious before he descended in more laughter. “I literally didn’t even hit you!” 

Forever continued as if he didn’t hear the protest of the other, turning around and gesticulating dramatically. “You’re a bully, Philza. You’re such a bully.”

“I am doing that to remind you to put on a shirt! You just came out of the hospital, you’re gonna catch a cold.”

“Nah, nah, nah, you’re mean. You’re just so mean to me. Like, I thought we were friends, you know? But I see the truth now.” He tsked. “That is just sad, Philza. That is really sad, man.”

“Oh my fucking god.” The punch he gave on Forever’s arms didn’t even hurt, only making the president snicker louder. “Shut the fuck up.”

Forever chuckled at how done the other sounded, watching him roll his eyes and shake his head with a big smile before taking (he wasn’t resting anymore so might as well just finish his work here) the chance and walking in between the tables and chairs until he got behind the balcony. In no time he began filling the storage with drinks and food. The high, upbeat joy of banting with his friend slowly calming down.

“Actually, I am going to put back my old black suit soon. I am just taking a break from wearing suits so much, you know?”

He didn’t have to explain what the break was really for and how his old presential clothes didn’t have anything to do with it, Philza understood. 

“Take that time off, Forever, you deserve it.” His tune was soft. 

Forever smiled, wishing he could show Phil how wrong he was. A“break” definitely wasn’t on the list of things that Forever deserved at all. That anarchist was way too kind.

“Thank you very much, my friend.” He closed the cabinet door, turning around (and away), facing the entire restaurant. 

Each chair, each color and decor had been carefully picked by small , gentle claws. The building had been chosen by hand and even the balcony was built lower than normal, made so that a small child could go behind it and pretend to be a barman, sing with the melodies and enjoy the view with their family and friends. 

Signs were still spreaded there, on the restaurant, the rooms, the favela, the N.I.N.H.O, the Spawn, their home and island… None of it had been built to be just for the adults and it all brought a longing pang in his chest. 

Saudade.

They’re gone. They’re gone and he was here laughing and resting and doing nothing to rescue them and how could he be so usele-

Another soft sweep of feathers right under his chin made him flinch away with a surprised, bitten giggle, successfully making his line of thoughts disintegrate for a second time. A half smile painted his face.

“Stop with that, man! It tickles.”

Philza tilted his head slightly to the side, eyes sharp in concentration, as if just realizing something. But at the sound of Forever’s voice he blinked and let his expression become a tad more relaxed, with worried tunes.

“You just seemed to be thinking a whole lot back there. What is in your mind?”

“Nothing really important. It doesn’t matter.”

“Well, I’ve got some bad news for you then, mate. Because it will matter to me. You can tell me anything, Forever.”

And for a moment the other considered not doing that. Teleporting away or brushing his worries with another topic or a joke. But that was Philza. 

Philza, one of the most protective parents who still trusted him with Tallulah when he was away. Philza, who didn’t care about the elections but voted for him anyway. Philza, who trusted him with such a conviction and an unyielding loyalty that Forever had no idea of what he could ever have done to deserve it.

(“You saved my children.” Philza would say if he could listen to him. “You went beyond and further to save everyone’s kids for free over and over so no parent would ever carry the grief of losing them again. You did it for Richarlyson, for Tallulah, for Bobby, for Pomme, for you, for us, for free. I’m not forgetting that easily and I’m not letting you forget too.”)

And that was enough.

He stared at the beach again, the words coming easier when he was not looking at the other.

“Talullah was the one who decorated the restaurant. We were having a Karaoke Night and when we got up here she had already put all those nice trees and pretty flowers…It looks really nice.”

Philza sighed, looking ten thousands of years older.

“Yeah, she has an amazing taste.” Then he walked and stayed right in front of Forever’s view, staring right at his eyes, serious. “We’re going to find them, ok? Richas, Talullah, Chayanne, Ramon… Every single one, we’re going to get them back. So don’t let yourself give up and stay focused.”

The president, his friend, nodded.

“We will get them back.” Forever agreed. “No matter what it costs.”

[~*~] 

But Philza was a discreet fella, so things continued to be shown in tiny ways for a while. A poke when he got too distracted and his thoughts too dark, a scribble to get his attention, a sweep of feathers when he refused to stop working so much and listen to the reason. Forever pretended to be annoyed, but the fact that the other cared so much and in such a playful way kept fishing fond smiles and amused chuckles out of him and that he couldn’t ignore.

His cute secret was secure with him, and so things took a while before it began escalating, all because of a different afternoon…

It started with a jumpscare.

“FOREVER!”

“PUTA MERDA!” (“HOLY SHIT!”) The loud shout quickly descended in a series of nervous giggles. The blond holding his chest and resting in a wall to not fall, muscles trembling with the sudden shot of adrenaline. 

It took a couple of minutes for him to get back his composure and glare at the demon that was still snickering gleefully at him, tail swooping around in delight as he jumped around. 

It took exactly one second. 

In a blink Forever was getting his soul back to his body and then in the other he was throwing himself at him and both were rolling on the floor in a mess of pushes and kicks. “Tu se acha engraçadão, hein? Tu se acha muito engraçadão. Palhaço! Tá palhaço demais, hein, Badboyhalo.” (“You think you’re so funny, yeah? You think you’re so funny. You clown! You’re being such a clown, huh, Badboyhalo.”)

Forever didn’t care that his wrestling was uncoordinated enough so most hits didn’t even land on his friend, different from Bad that actually got more than one or two kicks right before letting himself be lost in a mix of too joyfully complains of “unfair attack” and “dictator” to have any true heat in them. 

Their playful fight was kept for a few pieces of a while before they were too distracted by their own amusement to not let the other go and try to recompose themselves.

“Where! is! it!”

“What?” Forever asked, staring with confused eyes at the black demon who crossed his arms and squinted at him in what Forever could swear was an annoyed composure if it wasn’t the way his tail swayed around and his eyes glinted in glee. Whether it was for being so unclear and successfully confusing the blond or for the original reason he appeared there in the first place it wasn’t clear. 

For a moment his eyes unfocused from the form of the other and watched the wall full of kind, heartwarming messages that he asked for everyone still awake at that night to write so he could make BadboyHalo a surprise. Suddenly all the pieces came together in his mind and formed such a cute picture that Forever couldn’t help but let out a delighted chuckle, lips curling in an amused, teasing smirk. “Ooooh, I see what you’re talking about now, Badboy.”

That chuckles almost became a crackle when the only response he received was a petulant huff and a hand extended in his direction, fingers twitching impatiently. Forever took out his backpack, rummaging through it until he found the compartment where he kept all his flowers, carefully pushing Richa’s favorite one aside so he could pull another one. His fingers clasped around a stem and soon a light purple grazed his sight. “Here. Your daily flower. It’s for until you get better, right?”

“Oh, nice, thank you.” Bad’s voice tinted with a softer tune, carefully gathering the gift and putting it on his own backpack, in a special place, together with the others, before his tune became agitated again, feet tapping on the floor with energy. “But that is NOT what I am talking about.” He got closer and repeatedly began slapping his arm, following the president when he shouted and started running around the enclosed space, jumping in attempts to escape from the sudden attack. “WHERE IS IT! GIVE ME, IT’S MINE!”

“What! What more do you want from me!” When no answer was given besides more chasing and (friendly) hitting, the blonde got the warpstone with an exaggerated sigh. 

“You know, Badboyhalo,” when Forever said his entire name, it wasn’t exactly sing-songing, but it had a little beat painted with amusement and tease, when the demons haven’t been able to successfully annoy him out of his mind, of course. “I really need to go, man, and since you don’t have anything to say to me… tsk, that is so sad, man, I was really feeling quite… generous today”

“No!” The demon tried to grab his shoulder, but the blonde dodged swiftly, still pretending to be looking busy and thinking hard about his next location. “Forever. Do not. You’re not running away. I know what you’re doing!” Forever smiled. 

Being friends with Cellbit, you learned a thing or two. Like how to disappear in the middle of a conversation, but, especially, how to do that in the most annoying way possible. “No, no, no, I’m not running away at all, Bad, I am actually…”

However, that was the thing: Bad was also Cellbit’s friend, and so realized the exact moment that glint filled the president’s brown eyes what was about to happen. His hand flew in another attempt of a grab, missing once again his shoulder when the other, a bit later than last time, dodged, which allowed his reflex to kick in and his hand changed the trajectory and lay on the brazilian’s side, squeezing.

None of them was prepared for the squeal that this action fished.

For a second, a blissful second, everything froze and both stared at each other. 

That is how Forever saw the exact second the demon’s eyes squinted and a playful flame alighted in them.

In a blink his other hand also flew to his waist and began attacking both sides with no mercy. Forever had no chance to even try to stop the barking loud laughter that exploded from him, immediately letting go of the warpstone to clue on Bad’s wrists, trying to push them away by sheer reflex even before his brain could process what was happening. 

“Nonono, stop that! BA-ad!”

Bad couldn’t help but giggle, half adoring and half malefically, at the way the laughter made most of his words get almost intelligible. Besides, Bad thinks he could grow accustomed to having his name being snickered in such an adoring - together with that cute smile and shiny eyes - way more often, really.

His fingers poked and prodded with skill and curiosity, looking for any sensitive spot that could create a new fun sound and concentrating there for a few maddening seconds and plenty of digging before looking for the next one. There was a very nice one juuust above his lowest rib that made the barking laughter become a string of snickers that seemed to grow higher and faster by the seconds. It almost made Bad forget his main job now as his friend and rival the second (actually, even before that, if he was being honest, but honesty was overrated) he discovered that little fun secret about their dear tyrant:

Tease him out of his mind.

“Huh? Stop what, Foreverrr?” “That! You’re ti-” Bad closed his hands in fists and pressed his knuckles on his ribs and rubbed as if his life depended on it, cutting the rest of the sentence with success and filling the room with much more shrieks than before. “What was that?” 

Forever couldn’t answer, his legs were failing and it made him get close to a fall if it wasn’t for the demon adjusting his hold on him and slowly lowering him to the ground, fingers still dancing in each and every rib, scratching and scribbling happily.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear what you’re saying, some muffinhead is laughing their heart out near here. Perhaps they heard a very good joke. Hmmm, what do you think Forever?”

Forever snorted, eyes almost closed with how much he was laughing, tears beginning to collect in the corner of his eyes. A few portuguese words got tangled with his crackling. Bad nodded seriously and slowed his tickle attack, not wanting to go too far.

“Uh hm, no, I get what you’re putting down here. We just need to ignore the laughter and keep up our nice conversation. I think that is a great idea!” He snuggled his hands cozily under Forever’s armpits, lightly wiggling and poking, which resulted in the laughter becoming a new dance of a calmer, but still high with adrenaline and mirth, string of snickers that made the blonde’s shoulders bounce in joy. “What were you saying before?” 

“Stop tickling me!” “What!” Bad gasped in offense. “How can you even accuse me like that! What the fudge, I thought we were friends. But, no, I see. I came aaaaall the way over here, did nothing wrong and you just treat me like that.” He gave a fake sniff.  “You’re hurting my feelings, Forever.” “Mentiroso!” (Liar!) It was quite difficult to see with tears and squinted eyes, especially when Bad’s hoodie always kept his expressions hidden, however, it was even harder to miss how those shiny eyes glinted with mischief and fondness and his smirk went from one ear to another. 

It was quite the sweet sight. Forever had to push his face away before it made him blush vomit. 

(For a second, he could almost swear that the blue that covered the other’s figure dimmed a little for a piece of time.)

“You’re such a liar.”

“Oh why, thank you.”

Bad freed his hands and softly attacked the back of the elf’s ears, still too lost in the lovely sound of his delightful giggles, crackles and snickers to actually let him go. That was the true sound of Forever’s happiness, not that forced, explosive laughter created by those pills. 

Besides, Forever also wasn’t pushing him away.

Maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t the only one missing that freeing sound. Maybe Forever also longed for those moments of playful fights between them, of pushing the buttons and teasing and caring and always, always being there, for the better or the worse.

Eventually, the president held his hands and stopped the attack, left over giggles still pouring from his lips like a waterfall. 

Their eyes met.

Forever’s smile got relaxed and small before growing bigger. 

Bad just hummed, tail starting to sway fastly from side to side.

“So, Badboyhalo…”

“Yes?”

Forever’s grip got more firm. 

Bad’s pull got equally stronger. 

They kept smiling.

“Are you… uh.” His voice lost the undertone of playfulness, brown eyes focusing with true curiosity for a moment. “Coceguento? How is it in english? Tickly?”

“Oh, it’s ticklish. For example, you are very ticklish, Forever.”

“Hehehe,” he snorted, and his curiosity was satisfied. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. But what about you, Badboyhalo? Are you… ticklish?” The word came slowly and playfully, tinted with a nice accent.

Bad’s tail opened his backpack, rummaging in search for a very specific item.

“Hmmm… no, actually. I’m not.”

The blonde’s smile got more dangerous. “I don’t know… I don’t believe in you, man.” He found it. 

Bingo.

“Then why don’t you try to find out?” 

Forever pulled him closer and with a swift move the enderpearl that had been in his bag was thrown to the other side of the room, successfully freeing the demon from his hold. Not a second later, though, Forever was jumping on his feet, ready for another chase.

Lots of laughter filled the afternoon, that day.

[~*~]

After that, the avian wasn’t the only one who now randomly poked, prodded and attacked the outgoing brazilian when he wasn’t expecting, anymore. Even though Badboyhalo’s attacks were much more out of the blue, following him in those lonely afternoons when he was distracted in his adventures or too lost in a project to realize the other invaded his base in the middle of a sleepless night. 

But, you see, the difference between Philza and Bad and knowing that Forever is actually pretty ticklish is a very single detail: Bad is a fucking gossiper who loved to set chaos just to see where it would go. 

And, therefore, the main reason why Forever was so screwed right now.

“NÃO! SAI, SAI, SAI. LARGA DE MIM!” (NO! GET AWAY, GET AWAY, GET AWAY. LET ME GO!)

“Que isso, moço, tá fugindo da gente por que?” (What is this, bro? Why are you running away from us?) 

Forever didn’t even have to turn around to see Mike’s giant smug grin. It was almost palpable in his tune. But if anyone could have any doubt about its existence, they just needed to listen to his crackles as both him and Pac chased their friend through the Spawn, leaving a very amused Bad and  Bagi, who shouted a “Boa sorte aí, Forevinho!” (Good luck, Forevinho!) in the wind behind.

“Pois é, a gente só quer um abraço apertado do nosso presida da galera! Cadê o espírito da Favela Six?” (That’s right. We just want a tight hug from our favorite president! Where’s the Favela’s six spirit?) Pac, however, questioned with a genuine tune, almost naive like as he followed the other closely, getting closer and closer by the seconds. For a moment he almost tricked the president into thinking that he was the merciful one, then he remembered about that one tickle fight he, Mike and Tubbo had in the Favela.

Let’s just say it was just a very quick thought, really.

“Favela six é o caralho, ceis querem é me roubar. Eu já disse que não vai ter Armazém da Galera nenhum! Isso é ataque à autoridade, hein!” (Favela Six my ass, you just want to rob me. I already said that there won’t be any Free Storage! This is an attack on authority!)

“A gente só quer o que é nosso por direito, Forevin.” (We just want what is faithfully ours, Forevin.)

The blonde didn’t even have a chance to answer before an arm grabbed his shoulder and pushed, disbalancing him enough so Pac was able to sneak behind him and lock him in a hug, snickering gleefully in his ear.

“Que isso, cara, achava que tu era compromissado! Vou falar pro Fit, hein!” (The hell, man! I thought you were compromised! I’m going to tell Fit!) Forever’s struggles only grew stronger when he saw Mike getting closer, wiggling his hands in the form of claws as he stopped running and instead began to approach slowly, chuckles falling freely from his lips and making shivers run across his spine and giggles to pile in his chest. 

He tried again to free himself from the hug, showing no success. Pac’s hold was firm as a mountain.

“E desde quando que tu tá malhando? Tá todo mamadíssimo aí, né, eu tô sabendo.” (And since when you’re ripped? You’re all ‘mamadíssimo’ now. I see what’s going on.)

Pac let out an amused, with drops of shyness, snort. “Pois é, né, moço. Sabe como é né… Tô indo na academia do Fit bastante esses tempos e tudo mais, aí dá nisso.” (That is right, bro. You know how it is… I’m visiting Fit's Gym a lot these last days and that is what happens.) His tune lost a bit of the light and became more serious, cracked in the corners. “Também, né, a gente nunca sabe quando vai precisar. Eu não quero que quando chegue a hora…” (Also, we don’t know when we’re gonna need it. I don’t want that, when the time comes…)

Forever knew exactly what he was talking about, the same cloudy thoughts that filled everyone’s mind in the island the second he warned that the kids had ran away because a danger greater than everything they’ve seen before was coming, the Federation choosing to announce the train station’s opening in just a few days also did not help their nerves.

He looked at Pac’s shadows under his eyes, suddenly remembering that his friend also went under the Happy Pills Treatment, the horrible withdrawal, the exhaustion of recovery, all to save him. 

His struggles became just a little, a little less strong, heart melting and hurting like it did for every single member of their dysfunctional family since they arrived in that boat.

The scientists deserved to have their own silly fun, even if the fun was destroying their friend and president in a mess full of giggling pieces.

And so Forever let out a loud laughter, wiggling his eyebrows and giving him a knowing smirk. “Tu tá praticando bastante exercício com o Fit é? Aham, hehehe, tô sabendo.” (Doing a lot of exercise with Fit, yeah? Uh hm. Hehehe, I see.)

“FOREVER!” This time the snort that came out from Forever’s mouth was more of a result of Pac's unfairly squeezing his belly non stop instead of a reaction to the affronted shout, the one with blue hoodie not throwing any other remark or getting lost in any dark thought. The blonde counted that as a win for him. 

“Tá bem engraçadinho, mas você não vai conseguir me distrair. Sabe, o Badboy me falou algo muito interessante sobre você que ele descobriu mês passado…” (You think you’re being funny, huh. But you’re not going to distract me. You know, Badboy told me something very interesting about you that he discovered last month…)

Mike finally got right in front of him and Forever immediately started kicking in his direction to keep those offending fingers away from his torso at the same time that he continued to attempt to pry Pac’s hands - that somehow seemed to sense the exact spots he was the most sensitive and concentrate all their pinches, scribbles and tickly efforts on them over and over again - until the attack forced Forever to press his lips on his shoulder to contain the blossoming laughter and embarrassing squeals that tried to escape from his mouth.

His efforts to not let any sound out, however, were demolished when, in his distraction, Mike grabbed his ankle and grinned like a shark that finally got his prey. 

“Eu preferia uma mãozinha, mas já que é isso que você tá oferecendo…” (I’d rather you gave me a hand, but since you’re offering…) And, locking the leg in a headlock,  his fingers began dancing across his sole, walking around his arch and giving some special attention to the extremely ticklish space right under his toes, skillfully dodging any kicks that this move resulted in and breaking Forever’s barriers instantly.

Forever’s booming laughter filled the air in a free dance of joy, mirth and a warmth that filled his heart when he remembered just how long had it been since all of them could just get together and goof around a bit, no kidnappings or imminent dangers in their minds for a blissful pieces of time.

[~*~]

“Soooo, guys, I think I’m heading out, now.” Forever kept jumping on the trampoline, restless energy running on his veins after talking to Phil about his journey in the Nether. The virus hadn’t spread a lot those last days, but the conversation was hard, not only because of how, primarily, exhausting it was to go through all of it, but because for some reason something in him made he almost feel compelled to shut his mouth and not say a single word about the infection to anyone else.

They played and gave each other a few remarks and pokes of fun when Philza asked for Forever to take off his shirt in the bunker, careful touches analyzing the skin around the ébano substance glued on his back and in the nape of his head. Even so, it made the blonde want to hide away the result of his journey. Forever never have been ashamed of his body. He used to walk around shirtless, on the good old, first days on the island, afterall. But if he was being honest... he was afraid about that infection, and Philza didn’t seem very relieved about it either.

It was a literal mark about how he had failed in absolutely every single sense and chance he had out there. In finding any clue, in getting their kids back, in saving Walter Bob or even himself. In the end, he was not able to do any of this.

That is the President of Quesadilla Island, everyone.

(“We’re going to talk with Cucurucho and demand answers about what the fuck is this.”

Forever gave a humorless chuckle, happy that the children were outside playing so they weren’t here to witness how defeated he sounded for a second before adjusting himself to a playful grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, Philza, he is very good at this. Giving us answers, right?”

“We have to try. If someone knows about this it is the Federation.”  Philza brushed the other’s sarcastic ‘há!’ easily and moved until he was right in front of the brazilian, capturing his eyes in a firm stare. “And if they don’t have anything, we’re going to find our own answers.”

Forever nodded, not really believing.

“You worry too much, my friend.”

“Exactly. I already told you but I will repeat it until it gets through your thick skull: I always will worry and I’m not leaving you side, mate.”

For a moment words escaped from his tongue, a mix of feelings of ‘safe’, ‘happy’ and ‘embarrassment’ filled his chest before he got a hold of his senses. 

“Alright, alright, alright.” 

This time, when he smiled there was a light back into his brown, tired eyes. 

“You know, Philza, you really need to get over me, man. The line continues, I’m already moving forward and you still try to romance me, it’s- what is the word? Oh, embarrassing, hehehe”

The avian took advantage of his position to hit the other upside his head, a surprise snort being fished from his lips. 

“Oho, shut the fuck up. You’re the one who is still on this!”)

And yeah, maybe he was just making a strategic retreat after showing vulnerability, but who could blame him, really? No one, that’s who. He would be out before they did try.

“Come on, Richas, vamo de Megabase.” (Let’s go to Megabase) He called, getting out of the trampoline when the boy kept painting and paid him no mind. Tallulah, however, stopped writing on a book to go to him, Chayanne turned to look from his place next to the grill nearby, already testing a new recipe.

The girl placed a sign and stared at him with attentive eyes, lips firmly pressed in a shadow of disappointment. ‘You already going?’

(God. He really missed the sound of little steps and signs being placed. They missed it all so much.)

Forever internally winced. He really didn’t spend a lot of time with Chay and Talullah since they’re back, letting them enjoy more time with Phil and just making quick check ins once in a while. He also took the last days to spend as much time as he could with Richas, afterall.

“Yeah... sorry, Talullah, but me and Richas still have to finish our project, right Richas?”

Still no answer from the younger one, too concentrated in every stroke to pay the conversation any mind.

Forever chuckled, sensing a chance for some mischief. Cleaning his throat, he lifted his voice from the usual soft tune he always used with Tallulah to a more taunting tune, making it louder so Richas could listen perfectly well.

“Ohhh, but maybe you can go and help me to make it, right, Talullah? You’re such a nice, helpful egg who listens to your parents when they call you, just like Chayanne. Richarlyson could take some examples from his older siblings more, tsk.” The president had to hold the snickers when he saw the red cow head stop and slowly, threateningly slowly, turn around to face him, Richas letting go of the brush to squint their eyes at him. Talullah and Chayanne rolled their eyes, amused, already used to the playful banters between father and son. “But ahh, he just never listens. Oooh, I have an idea! While Tallulah helps me with the decoration, Chayanne, you can go too and make your delicious barbecue there to keep us- AH!”

The surprised shout was a direct result for when the younger launched himself at his father in protest and began roughhousing immediately, both descending in growls and portuguese for a few couple of minutes before Forever laid a satisfied Richas on the floor, who immediately placed a sign.

‘Pai, stop. I’m making Pepito’s birthday present, let me finish it >:0 we can go Mebase later :D’

“Ok, ok, I get it, I get it. You like Pepito more than your own father. Yeah, yeah, no Richas, no, I get it.” He began fake sniffing and making crying noises, leading to a Richas kicking his leg in a clear message of ‘stop the dramatics’ before going back to the canvas. “Ok, ok, warn me when you finish your drawing then, we can stay a little more.”

The three kids danced in excitement.

(...)

He is not sure how exactly he had ended up in this position.

Talullah and Chayanne were secure and cozy his arms, half because of a poke of fun at Philza that started with a joke ten minutes ago and they just kept it running and half as a parting hug that was stiffly (but still very carefully) answered by Chayanne and warmly by Tallulah. Forever enthusiastically squeezed and hugged them even tighter. A bit jealous of how Philza could shield them both with his wings during their own hugs and how he could only wish that his arms would be strong enough to defend them when the time comes.

“OK, now it’s for real. Richas, let’s go!”

But, when Richarlyson appeared in front of him, paints and canva already put inside his backpack, his smile had a different tint in it and, between his curls, Forever could recognize the flame that always appeared when that kid’s inner demon - not his terrifying artistic alter ego, though, the general demon that lives inside every rascal kid - woke in search of chaos.

He immediately became wary.

‘Chay, Talluh, can I tell you a secret about Pai Forever? 0-0’

Both siblings immediately nodded.

“Ohh, gossip. I like, I like.” Philza snorted at the affronted look in Forever’s face. 

“Vai contar nada, vai contar nada, seu muleque atentado! Nem sei o que tu vai falar, mas não vai falar não. Que que é isso, Richarlyson, tá se virando contra o seu próprio pai?” (You’re telling nothing, you’re telling nothing, you absolute brat. I don’t even know what you’re about to say but you’re telling nothing. What is it, Richarlyson, are you turning against your own dad?)

During the entire scold Richas kept jumping around in circles with the utmost, simple delight, wiggling his body and tail in sync in front of Forever, as if daring him to let go of the other two eggs to go and actually catch him, like a cat looking deep into your eyes before throwing the cup right off your table.

He put a sign on the ground.

‘Pai Forever is absurdly, awfully, very, very, ticklish. And it’s so funny because he always agrees to give us anything when we tickle attack him at home.'

“WHAAAAAT! RICHARLYSON, TU VAI FICAR DE CASTIGO, SEU OVO SAFADO. VAI PASSAR O RESTO DA VIDA NAQUELE CASTELO ASSOMBRADO LÁ DO TEU PAI CELLBIT. VOU CHAMAR O ELMARIANA PRA PUXAR TEU PÉ DE NOITE” (RICHARLYSON, YOU’RE GOING TO GET GROUNDED, YOU RASCAL. YOU’RE GOING TO SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE IN YOUR DAD CELLBIT’S HAUNTED CASTLE. I’M GOING TO CALL ELMARIANA TO PULL YOUR FEET IN THE NIGHT.)

His kid, his beautiful, beautiful baby boy that he would explode the entire island for and go through the literal hell all over again if it meant that he would be finally safe, only looked at him in a confused expression - as if the lil shit just couldn’t tell why his dear pai was running away from him as he tried to get closer - and began following his steps as Forever tried to put distance between them, holding Chayanne and Talullah the farthest away from his torso that he could while the two squirmed trying to escape and attack.

In the end his back ended up hitting the tree and, without being able to get his items to flee, he had nowhere to go.

“Wait, wait, wait, don-” A chortle escaped the very exact moment Richas began drilling on his sides, making Forever want to bounce up and down with the sudden tickly energy that shot through his entire body, leaving his mouth with a big, dazzling smile and his arms to fall in an attempt to protect himself from the tickling, which inevitably brought the other children close and sealed his fate.

Tallulah was bold, briefly looking at his face for any sign of discomfort before carefully shoving her claws under his armpit, scratching the ticklish skin with ease, but for the loud shriek that this resulted one could think that she just unlocked a full, unmerciful on a tickle attack.

Chayanne took a bit longer, giving his surroundings and sky a wary look, as if a monster would appear the very second he lowered his guard, only to end up finding his father’s gaze, who was watching at them with a soft expression and nodding encouragingly. The little (way to young) warrior relaxed and also took the job of scribbling, encircling and digging (just the tiniest bit, he had to be mindful about his claws after all) the other armpit, fish just more squeals and plenty of gleeful laughter with that.

Forever felt like he was about to jump out of his skin, his body going crazy at the ‘it tickles, it tickles so so much!’ feeling while his brain was still caught in the need to not move around too much to not hurt any kid with his squirms. All of which ended up with the blonde doing a weird little dance around the spot that brought plenty of giggles and amused snickers from the young ones.

Now, the similarity between Philza and Bad is that, while he wasn’t exactly the one who created it, Philza was more than inclined and wouldn’t necessarily refuse to add to a chaotic situation it if the chance came, if he felt like it.

That is why he stepped close, winking at them. “I think it’s better if you just agree to their terms, Forever.”

“I-I” the adult tried to bite back another giggling fit, but their tickles were so goddamn light and maddening- “I don’t even snk know what thehey want!”

“Just agree to give them anything then.”

Forever shook his head. He knew his son enough to understand how much of a pain in the ass that decision could become.

“Needing more convincing? Well, kids, you saw it.”

“Filho da puta-” (Son of a bitch-), and Forever threw his head backwards in more laughter, more squeaks, more half squirms.

Now, Philza may not know Portuguese. However, six months sharing an island with 7 brazilians and plenty of reasons to swear taught him well what some words meant. He snorted, half amused and half affronted.  

“Do NOT swear in front of the children.” Then, a wicked grin was formed in his expression.“You know what? I think the eggs need a little help.”

Forever’s eyes got wide when he saw the avian stepping close, cracking his fingers, making an electric shiver run across his spine and spread through his nerves, making his fingertips tingle with adrenaline and anticipation. 

His legs tensed in preparation for the chase, unfortunately, his son knew him too well.

In a blink Richarlyson threw himself on his legs and hugged them, successfully stopping him from even trying to escape. And those extra pieces of time were all that Philza needed. As fast as he was to defend and attack, he positioned himself right in front of the president, firmly pressing his shoulder to the tree and not really, truly, preventing him from escaping, but successfully securing him in place, in the same time.

“Ok, kids, what I know for a fact is that his neck is a very bad spot…” He demonstrated it by lightly tracing and wiggling his nails on said place, all of the dragon hybrids watching attentively as the action made Forever lose himself in a sea of snickers and yelps, a stronger reaction only coming out when two more tiny hands got mixed in the fun when Chayanne and Talullah tried mirroring their dad.

“But a spot that could make him cave…” Philza hummed before turning to the young one with a red mushroom cow head. “What do you think, Richarlyson? His hips or the back of his ribs?”

Richas looked at his dad. 

At how dark have been the circles under his eyes since he came back, at how he kept chatting with the islanders but never truly talking to them, how he always kept running off to another project or meeting, always saying that Richas was his son and his best friend and the only one he could trust when they got caught up in the middle of the night building and decorating his base.

He saw how, until now, he hadn’t run away. Through the teases, the attacks and tickles, he stayed.

And so, he smirked. 

Placed a sign.

‘Both?’

“Geez, I’m never getting into a tickle fight with you, mate.” Even so, the avian reflected his smirk right back at him and both turned to look at Chayanne and Talullah, who nodded in understanding and placed their claws on the back of his ribs. 

“Nononono! Wait!” Philza placed his free hand on his hips, thumb pressing the spot right above the bone, the palm resting on the back of his spine. Forever’s speech became more high pitched and much faster, with nervous, delirious chuckles already spilling and spinning in the air. “None of you said what you wanted from me! That is not justo, uh, just, huh, fair! Calma aí, come on, wait, wait, wait!”

They did not, in fact, wait.

For a second, once again, everything else in the world disappeared. There were no code monsters, no Federation, no Purgatory or anything else but the warm, electric feeling of fingers and claws prodding, pinching and scratching that took over his entire senses, making his laughter ring free in a song composed of yelps, shrieks, squeals and snickers that filled the air. There was nothing else but the fun, the joy and the warmth of a careful touch and silly taunting smiles that his heart melt with care over and over again.

In the end, after more laughter, plenty of teasing and lots of snorts, they finally agreed to ask him to visit them again after a couple of days for a nice picnic. A request which, in between leftover chuckles, plenty complains and a few gleeful tears, Forever agreed, a plan of vengeance already forming in his brain.