Hiya! I hope this finds you well! I just checked your request list! Such gems!😖. May I request a Lee! Douma Ler! Akaza and Rui revenge fic? With all the Ler! Douma requests, he deserves it🤣.
*Squee!* LEE DOUMA! :D He really does need his tickles after all his day to day antics! I've gotcha covered, anon! :3
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Akaza was gonna murder this son of a-
“Lord Akaza? Are you okay?” Rui was upside down, staring at him with wide eyes. Of course he’d ask- the upper third demon was lying on his back, chest heaving expression one of exhaustion as Douma ran off in glee. While it certainly wasn’t a new sight in infinity castle, it was always a brow raiser.
“Eh, I’m fine. Douma’s…” Oh man- why was this so hard?
“He’s wreaking havoc again.” Rui nodded solemnly. “He got me earlier.”
“What?” Akaza flipped over, wide eyed. “No, spidey squirt!”
“He was hiding in the empty rooms- I couldn’t avoid him at all.” Rui bowed his head in defeat, shoulders slumped and voice heavy. It was so pitiful but so cute Akaza found himself fighting a grin. “We were no match.”
“No, we weren’t.”
Rui sighed glumly. Then he looked up, something new and determined in his eyes. “Let’s team up.”
“Yeah- huh?” Akaza blinked. “What?”
“He won’t stop until we tickle him back. Lord Kokushibou told me himself- he’s an attention seeker.” Just what the hell was Kokushibou teaching this kid? “He only does it because he wants us to get him.”
“That’s…true.” Akaza sat back cross legged, thinking. It would explain Douma’s sudden interest in tickling everyone- plus the idea of giving that icy bastard a taste of his own medicine was rather irresistible…
“Okay- let’s do it. BUT!” He raised a hand before Rui could cheer. “We’re gonna need some help.”
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Kokushibou was a picture of calm when he meditated. Still as stone he sat- back straight and eyes closed. It seemed as if the world could implode on itself and it wouldn’t be enough to faze him.
Perfect- just, perfect.
Douma smirked behind his fan, hiding his glinting fangs as he began his slow ascent upon the swordsman. Let’s just see how long that perfect serenity would last when he felt Douma’s fingers on him!
So close- one stretch of his arm and he could give the socked foot poking out the tiniest of scratches! He raised his long nails high…
“Ah. So that’s where you’ve been hiding, Douma.”
The fan clattered to the floor, the only movement made by the frozen blonde. Colorful eyes widened some as Kokushibou turned to look at him, lips pulling into a small grin. “Hey handsome, come around here often?”
“Hm.” Kokushibou merely stared at him, drawing out the suspense. “Did you truly think this would work?”
“Honestly? Yeah.” Douma flashed his teeth, softening Kokushibou near instantly. The older demon hummed a soft noise before scooting, coming to face the other properly.
“You never change. Douma…if you truly wanted to be tickled, you could have just asked.”
“Huh?” The blonde blinked, seeming to still. That’s when he saw it.
So very fine, those delicate webbings were- attaching him to the floor by his clothes. A tug did nothing- he was trapped from the moment he crept into the room.
Really- he was trapped the moment he dared tickle Rui. Clever child.
“Oh ho ho- look what we have here.” Akaza growled from his left, eyes dancing as he climbed into the room. “It’s like you wanted to be trapped!”
“Sorry Lord Douma- it’s for the best.” Rui poked around the corner from his right, a small smile hidden behind his sleeve. “Thank you for your help, Lord Kokushibou.”
“You betrayed me!” Douma gasped, jaw dropping.
“Forgive me, I’ve been swayed.” Kokushibou shrugged some before taking Douma’s hands within his own, bringing them up and out of the way. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Gross.” Akaza rolled his eyes, earning a giggle from Rui.
“Jealous?” Douma’s teasing tone was short lived when fingers attacked his neck, making him squeal and startle forward. “Aheahehahhahahhha! Ahahahahhakahahhahzahahahha!”
“Huh? What? Can’t hear you over the sound of my revenge!” Akaza jeered, worming his fingers along both sides of Douma’s neck as he carried on tracing against the skin. “How you like that?”
“Ahehaahahhahaha! Gehahahhahahahaha, ohoohooohoh, Iihihiihill gheheheheht you bahhahck! Gheahhahha- Ehehehehehhehehe spihihiihdey waahahhhahhahait!”
“Wow- he’s way more ticklish than I thought.” Rui mused out loud, small hands working along Douma’s ribs. No matter where the older demon jerked, he was right there following, poking and prodding at them with ease. “He might be worse than you, Lord Akaza.”
“Hehe yeah-OI!” Akaza shot the spider a look, hands still tickling. “Watch yourself.”
“He’s not wrong though.” Kokushibou mused, earning a snort from Rui. Akaza rolled his eyes. Ganged up on even during his revenge!
“Hahahahahahahahaha! Gehahahhahhahaha, dohoohohon’t thehehehehell thehehem thahahahahahhat!” With limited movement, Douma could only push his face into Kokushibou’s lap, burying it against his stomach as he shook with mirth. “Aheahhahahhhaa Kohohoohoohku sahhahahve mehehhehehehhe!”
“Nah, don’t save him! He was gonna get you next!” Akaza recalled, wiggling a few fingers into Douma’s armpits just to hear him squeak. “Tell us where he’s most ticklish, Kokushibou!”
“He has to have a tickle spot, right?” Rui asked, clawing his hands into Douma’s belly, giggling when Douma snorted. “Where would it be?”
“Kohohohohohku, dohohohohohn’t shahahahhay!” Douma pleaded through his guffaws, shaking his head rapidly. Kokushibou was quiet in thought.
“I cannot say. I was asked not to.”
Akaza groaned as Rui pouted, stopping their tickles and giving Douma a proper break. “Come on, seriously? After all the times he tickled you?” It wasn’t really that big of a deal; they could still find it on their own.
“Even so- I shall not speak of it.” Kokushibou raised his chin, then flicked his eyes downward quickly. He repeated the action a few times before the others caught on, brows raised and smiles growing.
“Hehehey…whatcha do?” Douma peeked, finding Rui’s smiling expression.
Then hell broke loose.
“AH! AHEHAHAHAHAHHAHHA!” Douma practically screamed as fingers danced along his lower back, sending endless bouts of laughter through the room. “OHOOOHOHKAY OHOHOOHKAY NOW STAHHAHAHAP!”
“Hehe, alright.” Akaza laughed as he and Rui pulled their hands back, high fiving over Douma’s prone form. The threads snapped, freeing Douma of his imprisonment and letting him sink further into Kokushibou’s lap. “I suppose you’ve had enough.”
“Sorry Lord Douma, but not really.” Rui patted his arm, plucking the last of his threads away with ease.
“Heh…heheheh…heh.” Douma groaned out, too comfortable to really respond. Kokushibou’s fingers combing through his hair didn’t help at all. “Run while you can- I’ll get you both eventually.”
“Sure, we’ll see.” Akaza snorted as he stood, stepping over him and taking Rui’s outstretched hand. “Come on, spidey squirt.” With a final nod of thanks to Kokushibou, they were gone.
“You told them!” Douma pouted, poking Kokushibou with his accusatory finger..
“I may have eluded.” Kokushibou confessed, laughing softly at Douma’s glare. “Apologies, love- but you’ve been rather aggressive with the tickling lately. It was only fair.”
“...You’re not forgiven yet.” Douma turned over so he was lying on his back, looking up at him with expectant eyes. After a moment of consideration, the older demon laughed again, leaning down before kissing him gently.
“Forgive me?” He asked when they pulled away.
“Hm….kiss me again and we’ll talk about it.”
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another tpac ch 11 snippet
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“Stop looking up KVM switches, Korv—my setup is fine.”
“It’s for me,” Korvin insists. When no one believes him, he amends, “And it could be for you too, Barbie.”
“You don’t need that kind of setup,” Dick absently calls out as he enters the room, holding a couple of documents and envelopes under his arm.
Korvin ignores him. “Just thinkin’ it’d be really convenient: less of a rat’s nest, multiple interface points, rack mounting—”
“—I do not want to see you raccooning around my cables,” Babs says firmly. “Appreciate it, but no.”
Korvin’s mouth twists into a petulant scowl as he turns back to his assigned reading; Gotham Academy is reopening their campus for the spring. Tim’s due back in his dorm end of next week—meaning he’s supposed to be home for his dad to drop him off the day before—but he finds his motivation for school has reached an all-time low.
“Korvin Kwan—what the hell?!” Dick’s indignant question interrupts their peace. The large envelope he was carrying earlier has been opened, revealing three large 8” x 10” landscape photos on the table top. Each one is a blown-up snapshot, slightly blurry like through another layer of glass, of an urban intersection and focused on the first car at the stoplight.
If Tim squints, turns the photograph sideways, and backs up a few feet—it wouldn’t be so obvious who was seated in the front. At that angle, though, he—
Dick snatches one of the photos off the table, puts his face right to the print, and pulls back to stare blankly at Tim. The lack of expressed anger is a warning sign; Cass abruptly gets up and moves to stand next to Babs’s wheelchair. Meanwhile, the older vigilante looks back and forth between Tim and Korvin, jaw tight as he’s working through some internal debate.
When Dick finally decides to fixate on Korvin, Tim can't explain the little bit of affront mixed in with his reflexive relief.
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