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tickety-boo-ticky · 21 days ago

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Goldfishie out of water

I haven't written since new years I think, so sorry if this is ass

Twisted wonderland has become my newest obsession and Riddle is my fave so I was itching to write something

I hope the other 2 twisted fans enjoy LOL

Also on ao3

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Riddle x Floyd (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Riddle

Ler: Floyd

Warnings: Tickles!

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‘Running down the hallways is strictly forbidden’ is what Riddle would usually say. He would never stoop so low as to break one of the rules, but any semblance for the rules went out the window the moment he became the target of Floyd’s amusement.

Passerby students watched in amusement as the usually strict housewarden ran out to the courtyard as if his life depended on it, perhaps it did.

How did things go so wrong? One moment he was heading towards the library as he usually would at this time, only for his luck to come crashing down when he ran into the most annoying person on the planet- I mean, Floyd. The latter wastes no time indulging in one of his favorite pastimes, chasing down Goldfishie.

Riddle knows by now how this always goes. He should know better than to run away, giving the twin exactly what he wants. Maybe it’s the rush of adrenaline or that annoying, giddy feeling in his chest that causes him to lose his rationality and run every single time. He’s unable to ponder the thought further as they come crashing down, literally.

The rose-red tyrant winces when his body collapses against the soft grass. The warm rays of the sun shine down brightly at him until they’re blocked by a tall figure.

“‘Bout time you stopped running, I was startin’ to get bored” Floyd says with a yawn, taking his sweet time as he settled himself on top of the shorter male.

Riddle could feel his annoyance start to bubble up. Was this guy for real? He started this whole mess and now has the audacity to be bored?! The nerve!

A part of him wants to yell at the taller male, tell him to get off. Not like it would actually accomplish anything, but it’s the principle that counts! He goes to open his mouth, but no words come out when he realizes that Floyd’s just sitting there, staring down at him with those mismatched eyes that were probably scheming something, yet he wasn’t actually doing anything.

Riddle can feel his face flush, though for once it’s not from anger. He squirms uncomfortably under the latter, hoping he’d do something, anything-! Wait, what were these thoughts? It’s not like he actually enjoyed this, but getting this over with was better than just waiting in what felt like agony, or at least that’s what he told himself. Ugh, that eel sure knew how to jumble up his thoughts without even lifting a finger.

The part of him that’s a stickler for the rules is screaming internally to get his act together, but a smaller part of him can’t help but want to indulge in this rare moment of loss of control.

“Well? Aren’t you going to… y’know…” the redhead cringes at how pathetic he sounded. The usual confidence he carried himself with was nowhere in sight.

Floyd tilts his head like a curious cat, a smug smirk adorning his lips. “Hmm? Do what? I’m just admirin’ my favorite Goldfishie~”

Riddle could feel a whine trying to escape his throat, but he forces it down. His face keeps growing hotter and hotter by the second, and it only seems to amuse his captor further.

“Goldfishie’s lookin’ real red, wonder why~”

The redhead tries to muster up a glare, but he's painfully aware of the lack of intensity behind it. He hates himself for it, he should be enraged, or at least not going along with whatever this is. Yet he can’t stand making eye contact, it alone sending butterflies through his stomach.

A poke to his reddened cheek snaps him out of his mini spiral. When he meets the other’s gaze again, he lets out a startled squeak at the sudden proximity of Floyd’s face to his own.

“What’s got you so red? C’mon, tell me. Y’know you want to. I can tell you’ve got something to say~”

Riddle audibly gulped, his brain racking up some sort of solution. On one hand, if he stays dead silent, who knows how long Floyd will keep him here for. On the other hand… no! No. Definitely not. He’d never resort to such drastic measures… or would he? The longer this drags on, the more appealing the idea seems.

The redhead sighed “J-just tickle me already- Wait! Wahahait!”.

The housewarden had no time to think about how embarrassing that had been, as Floyd’s fingers came into contact with his sensitive sides before he could even finish his sentence. Digging in and scratching like an eager puppy.

“Was wonderin’ how long it’d take for you to give in. Though, I didn’t think it’d be this quick~” the merman teased with a playful grin, enjoying seeing the usually uptight student laughing like a ‘lil boy.

Riddle wants to complain, to argue like usual. He really does, but whenever he opens his mouth, the only thing that comes out are those unbearably embarrassing sounds that he didn’t even know he could produce. This truly was so unbecoming of him. I mean, he’s Riddle Rosehearts, he shouldn’t look so undignified and ridiculous, feeling a bit lighter and like he’s actually having fun… He’ll worry about that last thought later, right now too busy focusing on the way Floyd’s fingers pinched their way up and down his ribs. His cheeks hurt from how wide he was smiling. He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled this hard, or ever.

“Aww, Goldfishie’s so cute~” the taller student practically cooed, drinking up the sight of the uncharacteristic smile on normally stern features. Instead of yelling, only pure sounds of joy spilled from Riddle’s lips.

The Hearslabyul housewarden squirms with what little room he has to work with, though he doesn’t actually want it to stop. His brain is so aware of every pinch, poke, and scribble that Floyd delivers to the sides of his torso. The redhead squeezes his eyes shut, feeling himself grow a bit dizzy from laughing so much. Only for them to snap back open when he felt mischievous fingers crawl towards the middle of his tummy, tracing over the sensitive spot as if taunting him

“Dohon’t you dahahare!!” he titters out. Even when the other’s touch had softened up, the anticipation alone was enough to leave him in stitches.

“Goldfishie’s so sensitive, especially right… here~” Floyd wastes no time attacking the poor, defenseless stomach. Watching as Riddle squealed in ticklish glee, flopping around like a fish out of water. Hah, how fitting.

The redhead could feel tears start to prick the corners of his eyes, his torso starting to ache from laughter, yet he didn’t mind. He wouldn’t mind doing this again.

It took a moment for Riddle to realize that the tickling had stopped. His chest heaved with each deep breath he took, unable to wipe off that stupid, goofy smile off his face. He only felt a little irritated when Floyd chuckled at his disheveled state.

“Hehe! I gotcha good, didn’t I?~”

If only the ground would swallow him whole this very second… but his flustered monologue was halted by a yawn from the taller one.

“I’m bored now. See ya next time, Goldfishie~” Floyd shot him a playful wink before disappearing, leaving a flustered and extremely conflicted housewarden out in the courtyard.

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tickety-boo-ticky · 21 days ago

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your sweet red rose

riddle likes to stick to a routine. it’s simpler that way, no surprises or unexpected turns. he knows exactly how things are supposed to be and he makes sure they stay that way. the other students are well aware of this; it's why they try to stay out of his way, although he thinks it's more out of fear of what he'll do to them, rather than actually caring about his schedule. he’s stuck to the same routine since freshman year, only tweaking it a bit once he became housewarden.

somehow, inexplicably, floyd leech has wormed his way into that strict routine.

it took some getting used to, of course. walking to his usual study corner in the library only to see the most annoying person he’s ever known wasn’t exactly pleasant, even less so when said annoying person began sneaking into his room, too. but part of what makes floyd so damn irritating is that riddle’s threats always seem to bounce off of him, and of course, he can’t do much more than threaten, considering floyd’s signature spell. so riddle is stuck with him. it isn’t consistent. floyd shows up whenever he wants. riddle has learned to stop caring so much, or else his blood pressure would constantly be skyrocketing.

riddle is in his bedroom, homework papers splayed across his bed as he works through them. floyd sits beside him, practically coiled around riddle’s body with his face nestled in the crook of his neck.

riddle doesn’t pay him any attention, now long used to his antics. at least, he doesn’t, up until there’s a warm and sharp feeling at his collarbone.

“no,” says riddle, poking floyd’s head with the tip of his pen. “you’re not biting me.”

floyd whines like a child, squeezing riddle tighter. “why not? it won’t hurt…”

“human bites can be very dangerous,” riddle says, still not looking up, “and i can’t imagine how that translates to someone like you, considering your teeth are sharper and you’re not fully human anyway. i need to be in top shape, you know.”

floyd grumbles, untangling himself from riddle’s body. “yeah, whatever.” he crawls down towards riddle’s legs, sitting on the bed next to them. he tilts his head, examining them curiously. “so weird…” he trails a finger down the back of riddle’s leg. “what's it like?”

“hm?”

“having legs.”

“...you have legs,” riddle points out, finally looking over at him.

floyd shrugs. “but they're different. they aren't as real as yours.” he runs a finger down the leg again. “so? tell me.”

goosebumps raise over riddle’s skin at the featherlight touch. “i’m really not sure what you're asking. they feel the same as yours, i’d assume. stop that.” the last part is accompanied with a tiny kick as floyd repeats the action for a third time.

“huh? goldfishie is ticklish?”

“what?” riddle stiffens up so subtly that it's barely noticeable. it wouldn’t be noticeable to anyone not watching him as closely as floyd is. “no. just stop it, i'm trying to focus.” he's trying to change the subject, but really, he knows it's useless. there's an unspoken rule when it comes to tickling, one that riddle despises; if an individual says they aren't ticklish, one must test it for themselves. plus, once something has caught floyd’s attention, there's no distracting him until he loses interest.

even so, he doesn't expect the feeling of knuckles pressing into both his sides at once. his body spasms, accidentally throwing his pen onto the floor and scattering his papers as he makes an embarrassingly loud noise. he whips his head around to glare at floyd, who simply grins back.

“d-don't do that!” riddle scolds, sitting up so he can begin to reorganise his papers. he rubs at his side to try and get rid of the lingering tingles.

“but i wanna tickle you.”

huh?! riddle freezes, feeling the familiar sensation of his face turning pink, but this time not induced by rage. he turns to look at floyd, the room growing suddenly warm. “you—! i don't want you to!”

floyd pouts. “why not?”

“b-because…!” riddle stumbles over his words. “i'm busy right now!”

“you're busy?” echoes floyd, curling back around riddle's body as he lays back down. “so i can tickle you when you're done?”

damn it. riddle squeezes the pen in his hand, pointedly looking at his paper and nowhere else. “...fine.” he regrets the words even before they leave his mouth, and floyd’s look of pure excitement does nothing to help.

as it turns out, riddle should have let floyd do what he wanted to begin with. because now he’s teasing him, just centimetres away from touching him, and it might just be worse than the tickling itself.

“you’re gettin’ all twitchy around here,” floyd says, mostly to himself, his hand hovering around riddle’s midsection. “this a bad spot?” he giggles, wiggling his fingers in the air as he approaches and stops just before touching riddle’s side. “azul’s real ticklish here too, you know. and jade—” he moves towards riddle’s neck, and the housewarden scrunches up his shoulders even though there’s nothing actually there, “right here. i wanna see how you compare to them.”

riddle doesn’t respond to any of it, though he can feel his face burning as he tries desperately to focus. it’s getting hard to remember the answers when there’s nothing but ticklish thoughts running through his mind.

it takes a few minutes longer to finish than it should.

riddle is tempted to keep going; keep writing down something, even just random scribbles, anything that will postpone his demise. at the same time, though, the anticipation is killing him. he thinks the tickling would be more bearable than this.

so he sets his pen down, sighs, and turns to look at floyd. he tries to ignore the burning under his skin.

“...i’m done.”

floyd’s reflexes are terrifyingly fast. riddle blinks and suddenly he’s face-up on his bed, floyd settled happily atop his hips. he giggles as he looks down.

“goldfishie’s cute when he blushes.”

riddle grumbles, covering his face with his hands. “just hurry and get this over with!”

he doesn’t have time to feel embarrassed about his plea before floyd’s sharp nails are scribbling all over; his neck, his stomach, his sides, and riddle is suddenly laughing harder than he remembers ever laughing before. which, quite honestly, isn’t a high bar to rise above, given that he hasn’t had much to laugh about at all throughout his life—but still.

“stop, stohohop!” he cries, head thrown back as his hands find their way to floyd’s wrists. he’s always been incredibly ticklish, and floyd is one of the last people he ever wanted to find out—but now that it’s happened, he doesn’t hate it as much as he wants to.

and he does want to hate it. this is so…unbecoming of him; as a housewarden, as valedictorian, as a subject of the queen, but…as he laughs, he feels lighter than he has in years.

floyd’s eyes are practically sparkling. “i’ve never heard ya laugh so much before!” he exclaims, scratching at riddle’s lower ribs and making him cackle, so free, so undignified. it’s too out of place.

riddle hiccups between laughs, fits of giggles spilling out uncontrollably. “ihihi—i demand you stohop thihis!” he wants to cringe at how wobbly his voice sounds.

“eh?” floyd pouts, not letting up on his attack for even a moment. “but goldfishie promised i could tickle him…are you going back on that?” as if to reprimand, he tickles a little harder, veering on the edge of painful and way too ticklish. “that’s gotta go against one of your dumb rules.”

in a normal situation, this is the part where riddle would begin to scold; the queen’s rules, however foolish they may sound, are all important and to be respected. if he could, he would; but right now, he lacks the ability to speak more than a few words without crumbling to giggles once again.

“where's goldfishie most ticklish, huh?” floyd asks, skittering his fingers up and down riddle's sides. “‘cause it looks like you're just ticklish everywhere. what about here?” he reaches to pinch above riddle’s kneecaps, and riddle squeals and kicks and laughs and not much more, because there’s not much more he can do.

“i-i don’t knohohow!” riddle confesses, hands pressed over his face to hide and muffle himself. he’s been tickled before, but only briefly. he had no way of knowing how bad it would be.

floyd barks out a laugh at this, the sound intertwining with riddle’s for a second. “you don’t know? does that mean i get to tickle you ‘til i find it?” he flashes a sharp, dangerous grin, crawling under riddle’s arms.

“no, it does nohot!” yelps riddle, arms shooting down to protect himself. “st-stop it, i cahan’t take it! plehehease!”

he’s not normally the type to beg, but this entire situation is making him desperate and his nerves feel more alight with each touch. he tries to grab at floyd’s wrists, to push him away, hoping he’ll get bored and focus on literally anything else. being floyd’s victim isn’t anything he’s not used to, but this is new and he isn’t sure how he’s supposed to handle it.

it’s not long before his grip slackens, lashes growing damp as his strength is all but sapped out of him.

it takes a while to realise that the tickling has stopped.

he blinks his eyes open, deep and heavy breaths making his chest rise and fall, interrupted by stray residual laughs. he looks up, mismatched eyes meeting his. floyd’s hands are off of him now, but he’s still situated atop riddle’s thighs, not letting him move.

floyd giggles. “you’re real fun to play with.”

riddle can almost feel the heat rushing to his already warm face. “d-don’t tell a soul about this,” he hisses, “not a single person.”

“hm? ‘course i won’t.” floyd pokes riddle’s stomach one last time, as if the ensuing squeak is the punctuation at the end of his sentence. “teasing goldfishie is my job.”

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tickety-boo-ticky · 1 month ago

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Demonic Solutions

Author’s note: Not a prompt but ahhhh, this fic’s been in my drafts for sooo long and I finally finished it! Another Kuroshitsuji fic because it’s been ages and I’ve missed writing these two Merry Christmas, everyone!! Even though this is not a very Christmas-y fic it’s still fluffy 8) as fluffy as it can get between Ciel and Sebastian that is lmao

Summary: Poor Ciel is suffering from the hiccups and can’t seem to get rid of them, so Sebastian comes up with a stupid solution: tickling.

Word count: 1,5k

Hic!

If Ciel knew more swearwords he’d most definitely use them, but then again, there weren’t enough swearwords to voice his frustration at this point. He’d had the hiccups for a good fifteen minutes now or so, and was about to lose-his-mind. On top of that, it was almost 12 o’clock, which meant that Sebastian could walk in any minute with his lunch because he and his demon ass were always on time.

Usually, Ciel appreciated his lunch (read: dessert), but he really didn’t want Sebastian to see him like this. He’d probably burst into laughter at the mere sight and make fun of him by saying something as stupid as, “My, my, humans have the most interesting problems.”

A hint of red appeared on his cheeks at the thought of being found out so he slapped his hands over his mouth and nose, holding his breath for the umpteenth time. Though, with his nonexistent stamina and already weakened state, he could barely last ten seconds without losing that battle and slouching in his chair. He’d already gulped down three glasses of water and done a few other things he could think of, but that hadn’t helped either.

Hic! Sigh. Hic!

“Damn i— hic!”

Ciel had jumped up so high that his knee bumped against the desk and he cursed even more, groaning dramatically afterwards, laying his head on the surface, using his arms as a pillow.

It was a lost case. He was going to fucking die of hiccups.

“Young master?”

Excellent timing.

He had three options:

1. Yell at Sebastian to go back to the kitchen.

2. Die.

3. Flush his pride down the toilet and let him in.

Option one wasn’t really an option as Sebastian always saw right through him and would become very suspicious.

Option two was very tempting but alas, Sebastian always sensed it when he was on the brink of death.

And then there was option three.

“It’s time for lunch, young master. You can take a break from work,” Sebastian called out because Ciel was in a heavy debate with himself while he kept his hand over his mouth to muffle the squeaky hiccups that kept escaping. His cheeks were red and hurt due to him clenching his jaw like no tomorrow in a desperate attempt to keep his lips pressed together.

Option 4: Climb out the window and—

… And risk falling down 40 feet, yeah, no.

Besides, it was cold outside.

“Young mas—”

“Yes, Sebastian, I heard you the damn first time!” Ciel barked back, hiccupped and covered his mouth again.

Sebastian was quiet for a good three seconds before he opened the door a tiny bit so he could peek in. “Are you quite alright, sir?”

Ciel glared at him menacingly as if the act of coming in would result in nothing but a slow and painful death. Any other person would’ve gone pale and left him alone, well, any sane person because those eyes were filled with nothing but hatred.

Of course, Sebastian didn’t even flinch and merely looked at him with a hint of concern. “Did something happen?”

Ciel hiccupped in response and shut his eyes, wishing he would just die on the spot. “Damn it.”

“Did you just… squeak?” It was one of those few times where Sebastian was very confused and blinked at him owlishly, pushing the door until he could bring in the small cart and stopping once he’d reached the desk. “Did you swallow one of those new toys we launched the other day?”

“No, you — hic!— idiot,” Ciel huffed and looked at him from the corner of his eyes. “They’re called— hic!— hiccups. Happens to everyone.”

“Ah, yes, I’ve heard of those,” Sebastian murmured in response and smiled sweetly as if he was very impressed with himself as usual. “Finny’s had them before. There are some ways to get rid of them. Have you tried drinking a glass of water?”

Twitch. “Of course I have, you dumbass.”

“Holding your breath?”

“Yes.”

“Coughing?”

“Yes.”

“Stretching?”

“Yes.”

It was like a tennis match: back and forth, back and forth, until Sebastian finally caught him off guard. “Tickling?”

“What,” Ciel deadpanned, hiccupped and rolled his eyes. “Never mind, it’s hopeless. Let’s just forg— hic!—et about it.”

A blink and then a smirk. “So, you haven’t, I presume? Maybe we should give it a try.”

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tickety-boo-ticky · 1 month ago

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:O HELLOOOOOO May I request A lee!Ciel with probably ler soma? Like probably Soma finds Ciel being a bit snappy towards him so he tickles him to cheer him up? (This is if you are able ofc!!)

Bad Attitude

Lee Ceil Ler Soma

Summary: The ✨ask✨

“oh Ceil~” Soma singed .

Ceil was currently in a bad mood from undertaker pestering him back to back for the past week.

“What do you want?” Ceil said aggressively. “Woah who pissed in your cheerios” Soma jokes.

“Soma what do you want” Ceil asks. “Well you see I’m kinda bored and I think the two of us should play cards together” Soma answers.

“No” “But whyyyyy” soma whined. “Because I said no now shoo go away” he answered as he flicked his hand.

“Fine I see you wanna play the hard way” Soma pointed out before tackling Ceil.

“What are you doing, you idiot!?” shouted Ciel angrily as he tried pushing Soma of off him who had sat down onto his tights and made it unable to move.

“Play cards with me or I won't let you go.” said Soma as he grinned confidently, proud of his idea to simply hinder the boy from leaving.

“Who do you think you are? As if I would agree with that.” said Ciel and rolled his eyes at him.

“I won't let you go.” said Soma simply and grinned smugly down at the other boy.

“And I won't play with you.” replied Ciel and crossed his arms over his chest, not willing to let himself be ordered around like that. He didn't care if Soma was a prince or not, no one would get him into doing what they want with this kind of behavior.

Both teens glared at each other until Soma grinned again as he looked down at the boy under him who was giving him his death glare.

“I could make you play with me.” Ciel just raised an eyebrow at that. What did Soma think he could do to get him into playing along with his wishes?

He wouldn't use violence, one because Sebastian and Agni were here and two because he wasn't the type of person who would ever try or want to hurt him. So what other methods does he have...

Ciel couldn't even finish his thoughts when he suddenly felt a poke which he wasn't expecting.

Soma had placed his hands on his sides and grinned like a Cheshire cat. Ciel was confused at first but then as he put one and one together his eyes widened in shock when he finally realized what Soma was planning to do.

“You better not” said Ciel with a dead serious face and glared at the still grinning Soma. “What is the problem Ciel? Something wrong?” teased Soma, if looks could kill he would be dead by now but that didn't stop him from teasing the shit outta him.

“Let's see how ticklish the earl of Phantomhive really is.” teased Soma as he laid his hand on Ceil’s perfectly stretched out stomach. Ciel hitched his breath to the touch, he unwillingly sucked his stomach in when he felt fingertips lightly dancing on his torso.

“Yohohou idihihot, stohohop!” shrieked Ciel in panicked laughter when a hand clawed at his rib cage and sent ticklish sparks all through his body.

“You have a bad attitude Ciel-y pooh~.” Soma teased as he let his devious fingers dance all over the Ciel's upper body.

Ciel couldn't do anything but laugh when Soma slipped his cold hand under his thin shirt and scribbled all over his tummy. When Soma dipped his finger into his bellybutton the smaller boy arched his back and his laughter raised up a pitch, making the other boy grin.

“Someone has a sensitive tummy” teased Soma while poking at some of the soft and fleshy parts of Ciels abdomen.

I hahahate y-youhuhu sohoho much” was all ciel could bring out as he tried to glare at the prince but the bright smile on his face and the childlike laughter that where constantly flowing out of his mouth didn't really helped with that.

“That's not a nice thing to say to your friend. But I will forgive you if you apologize to me for having an attitude from earlier.” said Soma as he stopped the tickling for a second, waiting for an “I’m sorry” and letting the boy under him have a short break.

I-ihi’ll n-never apologize to you.” pressed Ciel out as he gasped for air, with his chest raising up and down in a fast pace.

When he couldn't take it anymore, Ciel grabbed a pillow that was next to him on the couch and threw it with all the power he had left at Somas face. Soma fell from the couch when the pillow hit him full force right into the face.

Ciel sat up, cheeks light pink and still painting hard, as he looked over to Soma who was laying on the ground, his legs still on the couch but his upper body on the ground, the pillow still placed on his face.

“Why did you do that?” asked the prince loudly as he sat up from his ridiculous position and looked at him like a puppy.

“Because you nearly killed me, you idiot.” scolded Ciel and rolled his eyes. “You could’ve just apologize to me and I would’ve stopped.” came it back from the now a pouting soma who was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, in front of the sofa.

Sebastian and Agni both sighed in sync as they watched them bicker. It seems to be turning out into a long night.

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tickety-boo-ticky · 1 month ago

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Liar, Liar || [Ciel/Sebastian]

Summary: The lack of food in his stomach makes Ciel take his well being in his own hands. Too bad he doesn’t know the difference between a sweet and a meal. Sebastian has to help him regardless.

Word Count: 2096

(A/N): Thank you for the prompt, nonnie! 8D I loved this one so much and I just had to do it okay, I loVED IT and yes this is the result. I’m probably going to be able to update a bit more from now on, unless I get a ton of projects and papers to do. ///prays that this doesn’t happen holy fuck i will die. Except a lot more from me in the summer though!! Enjoy~

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Bastard, taking too long to cook. I sell my soul to a demon and expect the most swift and accurate service in exchange. What do I get instead? Sub par assistance and an out of place butler!

Sighing, Ciel allowed his head to collapse into his arms, body limp against his desk. He couldn’t have cared less about the papers that free fell or the fact that he had to complete them all sooner or later. Besides, cleaning up after himself just wasn’t his problem. What he cared about was eating, Sebastian had gone AWOL and hadn’t served him lunch in over forty five minutes. As a Phantomhive servant and a supernatural creature, he was slacking in both retrospects. It made the young earl furious, small hands clenching to fists before he pulled his head up.

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tickety-boo-ticky · 2 months ago

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Sleepless Nights

This story plays shortly after Ciel and Sebastian create their contract and are still getting to know each other. The Young Master is troubled, and as his butler, Sebastian cannot help growing restless. Ciel Phantomhive, the young earl of the House Phantomhive, fights a bad case of insomnia. Ordered to find a solution, Sebastian tries his best to accomplish his master's request. The demon of a butler is nearly coming to his wits end when he seems to have found a way to get his master to sleep, which he has not thought about before.

(Based on the manga. Also, Re-Upload and edited)

Lee! Ciel / Ler! Sebastian

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"Sebastian."

"Yes, my Lord?"

"I can't sleep."

Sebastian sighed. It was the fourth time this week that his master had complained about being unable to sleep. Every night, he was told to come to his master's bedroom, only to find the young earl sitting upright in his bed, a blanket tightly wrapped around his small frame, tiredness mixed with a hint of annoyance flickering in the child's eyes.

The first time the young master was kept awake by nightmares hunting him, a simple cup of warm milk had helped, but sometimes the child felt too restless to sleep, and not even the calming drink could help at times like these. The young earl always looked terribly tired during the day and often fell asleep at his desk and in lessons.

Sebastian started to occupy himself with the matter. He had to admit to not knowing much about this kind of trouble as he had not once held a contract with anyone who needed as much care as the frail child he now called his master. Demons didn't need to rest. It never was something that he had to worry about in his previous 'lives'. But now, since he had to take care of a child for which sleep was crucial for its health, not to mention that the young master had a weak body, he had to realize that it wasn't as easy as he thought it to be.

The demon began reading about it and even went as far as traveling to small villages around the area to watch humans putting their offspring to bed, observing what the parents were doing to make their children fall asleep. From what he gathered, for a child to be well-rested, it was essential to make them feel safe and comfortable. With even younger children, the warmth of other humans around them seemed to help in all cases he had managed to observe. The demon felt something akin to annoyance. Humans were so fickle.

Sebastian had to admit that he almost gave up on the task. The research seemed useless since he could not rock the young master to sleep if the demon didn't want to be kicked out in the cold with insults thrown his way for disgracing his master in such a shameful way. The warm milk with honey only helped when the child had nightmares but not when he felt restless.

But then, one night, as Sebastian observed another family, he witnessed something that intrigued him. A mother chased her son playfully around their small home before catching and scooping the child into a loving embrace. She then started tickling his tummy as she carried him over to his bed, where she laid him down. She tickled him a bit more, the child laughing and giggling before she gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and tucked him in. The child immediately fell asleep after.

"How interesting," muttered the demon as he stepped into the dark. Now that he was standing in front of his master's bed with the young earl expectantly looking up at him, why not test this new method?

"Young Master, I will try something new today which I believe could help with your fatigue," explained Sebastian as he fluffed the pillow before putting it gently down behind his master.

Mismatched eyes glanced a bit warily from under black-bluish bangs up to him. Sebastian smiled reassuringly at the boy.

"If you would please lay down, my Lord."

The demon waited for the earl to unwrap himself from his blanket cocoon. After he had laid down, Ciel watched with a questioning face as Sebastian knelt down next to the bed.

Sebastian moved closer until he was kneeling right in front of the boy. He reached for the blanket as a petit hand grabbed his wrist. The demon's lip dared twitch upwards at the child's expression.

"What are you doing?"

His master, mistrusting as ever. He continued where he laid off, much to the boy's distaste.

"Sebastian, wha-" protested Ciel, wanting to pull the blanket back up. It was cold only with his thin shirt on, but a hand laid down on his own and stopped him.

"This is for your own good, Young Master," shushed his butler with a finger on his lips and a small smile playing over his features as he put the blanket back into place.

Ciel frowned a bit but then laid back down again.

"I hope Sebastian knows what he is doing," thought the boy, who was still skeptical at what his demon of a butler had in mind.

Sebastian waited until his master was lying down again before stretching an arm out. Ciel watched curiously and raised an eyebrow when the hand was placed on his abdomen.

"Sebastian, I want to know what you are planni-ahah no!"

Red eyes widened, and he looked into a blue and a purple one who stared back at him, looking just as surprised, if not slightly mortified.

"Sebastian, stop this right now!"

While his master had started to protest again, Sebastian had curled his fingers, mimicking the movements he had seen the woman doing at the child a night before. To test it out, Sebastian wriggled his fingers again, this time lightly tickling along his master's stomach, and he was not disappointed at the reaction he got. Ciel instantly brought his hands over his mouth, desperate to stifle his giggles. Sebastian pulled his hand back, a smirk playing on his lips while the boy in front of him fought the blush back but to no use and threw a glare in his direction.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"It's called tickling if I remember correctly."

"I know what it's called, but why?" asked the young boy, aghast.

"You said you could not fall asleep, so I studied some methods that could help. It seems like laughing can tire humans out and make them content at the same time. This helps them to relax and fall asleep easily. I saw it myself," explained the demon, taking great pleasure in the absolute terror washing over the boy.

"You do that only to children!"

"If I may point this out, my Lord, you're quite a child yourself," said Sebastian with a chuckle.

"Shut up, Sebastian. This is stupid. Think of something else," ordered the boy before reaching out for the blanket to pull it over himself and try to sleep without his stupid butler trying to 'help,' but a hand stopped him.

"Young Master, you didn't even test it out," said Sebastian with a sickening sweet smile.

"No, we are not doing this. Sebastian, I order you to lea-ahaha nooo!"

Sebastian smirked when the young boy shrieked before quickly rolling to the side when he started tickling his stomach again.

"You seem quite ticklish, Young Master. Maybe this method will be a success."

"Shuhuht uhup!"

The laughing boy yelled angrily at the damned demon to let go of him but squealed in surprise when he was pulled back, facing his way too brightly smiling butler. Sebastian started to use both hands, ten fingers softly and experimentally poking and prodding all over the young earl's body. When he squeezed the boy's hips, Ciel bucked violently, his back arching before he flopped back down onto the mattress, laughing louder than before. The young earl rolled on his stomach to shake the devil's hands off, but the opposite happened. Sebastian was still tickling him, but now Ciel couldn't even see what the demon did and where he would attack next. It made every sensation ten times more unbearable.

"My my, seems like the Young Master got quite sensitive hips," stated the demon matter of factly while squeezing said hips, his large fingers digging right into the trashing boy's hipbones. The young boy squealed before a peal of loud laughter filled the room as he desperately trashed around on the large bed. He squeaked in protest when the tormenting hands grabbed him around the waist and flopped him onto his back like he weighed nothing before sly fingers crept under his thin shirt, starting to tickle his belly again. They softly scratched, wiggled, poked, and pinched at the soft flesh, making the young earl fall into a giggle fit. Ciel weakly tried to bat the attacking hands away, but it was in vain. The demon of a butler snickered at his master's attempts to shove his hands away, reminding him of the kitten he feds in the yard during his breaks. Ciel bucked under the touch, laughing even louder than before. He didn't care about his dignity at this point, curling up into a ball as tiny as he could when fingers wandered up and down his sides, playfully goosing and tweaking them, which led to Ciel squirming around like a worm.

"Thihihis ihis stupihihd," protested the boy as he managed to roll back on his stomach. He tried to crawl further into the middle of the bed and away from the edge where his evil butler was now standing with a sly smirk on his lips. Just before he had thought that he had managed to escape, a large hand wrapped around his ankle and pulled him back.

"Nooohoho!" screamed the boy and kicked out, small hands clawing into the bedding as he tried to pull himself back into the safe center of the large bed. A high-pitched squeal escaped him, and he instantly pulled his arms back when a hand clawed at his rib cage, long fingers digging in between the bones. H was sent back into a stage of being a heap of flailing limbs and squeaky laughter.

"I never knew you were this sensitive, Young Master."

Sebastian observed the earl laughing and trashing around on the big four-poster bed, childlike giggles and squeals filling the room.

"Sebahastiahan!"

"Yes, Young Master?"

"Stohohahap!"

"But Young, Master, you asked me to help you to sleep better. I am doing my best to oblige your order."

"Hohow is thihihs going toho hehel-NOO!"

The young boy screamed before he fell into another hysterical laughing fit. Sebastian raised an eyebrow questioningly, wondering what could have made the young master react this way. Hindering the stubborn child from finishing his sentence was an accomplishment, making him curious.

A smirk formed on his face.

"Ticklish underarms, I assume?" teased the demon whose hands had buried themselves under the earl's arms, scratching lightly at the thin fabric of the nightshirt the boy always wore when going to sleep. It did a poor job protecting the child's sensitive skin, and even if the demon was wearing his gloves, it still tickled like hell.

Ciel's laughter kicked up a notch, and he trashed, kicking widely with his skinny legs and his arms flailing around uselessly. Sebastian was truly evil and ruthless with his tickle attack, and Ciel couldn't even remember the last time he laughed so hard. It was dumb and childish, but he couldn't deny that it felt good to laugh like that. The boy hated to admit it, but it also was fun, even when Sebastian behaved like an oaf by teasing him so much because that made the whole sensation worse but made it also more playful. He could feel how his trashing grew weaker with every torturous, tickly moment.

"Sebahastiaaan! Ihihi cahahn't ahaha."

"You can't? I must apologize, Young Master, but could you elaborate?"

The demon had to chuckle at the glare the earl was trying to throw at him. The bubbly giggles and the smile he tried to oppress weren't doing him a favor in trying to look threatening.

"You still seem very energetic to me. Are you feeling any tired yet, Young Master?" asked Sebastian teasingly as he pulled the child even closer to the edge of the bed.

"I'm tirehehd. I'm tirehed!" cried the young boy, struggling to pull himself back into the middle of his bed. He didn't even want to know what would happen when Sebastian caught him.

"I think one more minute, and we can stop. What do you say, Young Master, is one minute enough to tire you out?"

Without waiting for an answer, the demon pulled the child closer. Ciel gulped before his eyes grew wide, nervously watching Sebastian reach for his feet. The boy's kicking increased, and he squirmed, but the demon caught his feet effortlessly.

"I heard humans are quite ticklish on their feet," states Sebastian, changing his hold, needing only one hand to keep the child from kicking.

"No," lied Ciel instantly, still trying to pull his feet out of Sebastian's hold.

"No?" asked the demon teasingly.

"So this," he began and slowly scratched with his pointer finger along the arch, "does not tickle at all? What a shame. Here, I thought I found something useful."

He chuckled as he saw how the earl had taken the pillow and was now tightly pressing his face against it, his small shoulders shaking as he tried to suppress his laughter. Sebastian then started using four fingers to scratch at the pale soles from the top down to the bottom and watched with great amusement how now Ciel's whole body was shaking, face pressed even tighter into the pillow. It couldn't absorb all the little noises the boy made, stifled laughter clearly dancing through the room. It only took a brief tickle under his toes for the boy to lose it completely. The moment where his demon butler wiggled his fingers under them, Ciel shot up from the pillow and pounded his fists against it. His laugh slowly changed into giggly wheezing with little hiccups in between, and he could feel how his body grew tired with every second. Sebastian, who heard the change in the boy's laughter, started to slow down, not wanting to trigger the boy's asthma. He still let his fingertips dance softly over the boy's feet, listening to the frantic laughter changing into tired giggles before he let go of the young earl's ankles. Ciel instantly pulled his feet and legs up before quickly grabbing the blanket and pulling it over his body.

"Don't worry, I won't tickle you anymore," chuckled Sebastian as he stepped up to the front end of the bed and reached for the pillow. He fluffed it up again and laid it onto the bed before bowing once into the direction of the blanket pile.

"Good night, Young Master."

He tapped lightly at the blanket pile before walking over to the door but turning back again.

"I'll retire now, but if you need anything, please call."

He reached for the door nob and was about to blow out the last candles when he heard the child calling for him.

"S-Sebastian!"

"Yes, Young Master?"

"Stay here. Until I fall asleep."

"Yes, Young Master."

As soon as Ciel's head met the pillow, his eyes were already closed, a content sigh passing his lips.

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Hi welcome back!! If it's not any trouble I'd love to request Lee!Husk :3 (no rush or pressure of course!)

tickley kisses are his weakness

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The early of Phantomhive is finally going to school! Black butler Public School Arc is really amazing!

I mean... I need a lee!ciel so I decided to write one for him after a long time!

Warning spoilers for black butler season 4

Bocchan's remedy

For the millionth time. Clayton asks Ciel to prepare tea and cakes. Indeed, traditions are a boor!

The young Earl is meant to be working on his desk... not doing butler duties for a nobody. Aghast and aggravated, Ciel would complain about this to Sebastian every now and then. Even in different contexts, Sebastian still is the house master... a handy position.

Sebastian would let an amused chuckle as he placed his young master's tea, "Bocchan, you'll get wrinkles if you Frown so much"

Clenching his fist, Ciel barks. "Oh? You're enjoying yourself, aren't you, you mutt!"

Sebastian teasingly eyes the young boy with alluring demonic mischief "now now, Bocchan, did you forget why you are here? Indeed, it is wise if you at least do more of those poses and sweet gestures that are such a rarity"

Ciel's eyebrow twitched "As if! Never again! I feel more humiliated copying Macmilliam's pose, honestly seniors..."

"Perhaps..." Now steering behind Ciel's chair carefully, "We could perform the usual exercise...?"

Frown, Ciel didn't look back at Sebastian as he finished his tea with pompous ease, "Exercise? What are u blabbering about... we did no such thing..."

"You don't recollect young master?"

Feeling Sebastian loom over behind him, Ciel got conscious and decided to turn back but Sebastian had already snared the Web and began to prod his sides gently.

"O-oi! What is this?" Ciel looks devastated. Eventually recalling the terrible 'exercise' the latter mentioned.

"Now, phantomhive-kun... lighten up because as the house master I should try my best to cheer you up" Sebastian properly cornered him over the chair, now tickling Ciel's tender ribs with light and nimble touches.

Ciel resists and squirms, "D-dont t-touch your m-master so cahahasually -no!"

A giggle slipped, one after the other like an overflowing glass of water. Sebastian should like to stop when ordered, but... Sebastian needs a proper one to be completely stopped. He won't let Ciel speak a word... until he begs for mercy for once.

Ciel's cheeks flushed red, now slowly sinking down from the chair. Sebastian swiftly pulls him into his arms, knowing its unacceptable to have his little lord dirty on the floor.

"Hah! S-Sebas! Oi! Hahaha, cut ihihit out!"

Ushering in a softer tone, Sebastian hits a particular sensitive spot to make the earl double over with uncontrollable giggles, "Young master whatever did you say? Your giggles are becoming quote contagious..."

"No! Hahaha p-pl-" instantly ciel cuts himself. Sebastian widened his large crimson orbs, "Oh? Bocchan? Did I hear it right?"

Blushing furiously, Ciel opened his mouth to yell but only more shrieks of sweet rare laughter left from his mouth, "Ahahahaha unhahahand! Hahaha cohohome ohohon!"

Sebastian knew the right spots to stop ciel from ordering Sebastian. This lesson will do for now... just one last spot...

"Noo! Not there!" Ciel clamped a hand to his lips to stop his embarrassingly adorable shrill, Sebastian snicker softly, trying sneak his fingers up his ribs, "My, my sensitive armpits? Bochchan, you've gotten more sensitive... oh, I mean Phantomhive-kun!"

"Dohohoho not address hehehe mehehe lihihihike thahahat whehehen we ahahare aloooone!" In the end, he didn't sound threatening and realise he should've saved up that line for an order. Honestly! Ciel is gonna severely punish this butler!

Eventually, Sebastian stopped. Grinning in an inhuman way, "Now phantomhive-kun," he pressed a finger to his lips, eyeing the exit door where another knock came.

Ciel grumbled with tired giggles, "Y-you bahastard! Ugh!"

Feeling helpless, Ciel straightened to a less-flustered look, despite still having reddish cheeks, "T-thank you, sensei..."

The next boy enters with a gleaming smile. Ciel gave him one dirty look to show his dissatisfaction of teaching ways, though Sebastian gives a mere mocking smile, pretending to be innocent.

Closing the door behind him, Ciel groaned, "That demon! Has everyone fooled but me!"

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