#AHAHAHAHAHAHA alright I lied

[kusuguricafe]

MC used tickle! It's super effective!

A/N: shoutout to @cxra-melty for the inspiration 💜

Summary: Kieran needs a little cheering up and MC and their minccino are eager to help!

Characters: lee!Kieran, ler!MC

“Hey, Kieran!”

Kieran looked up to see MC walking towards him and waving, with a minccino riding on their hat.

“Oh! Hey there, MC!”

They sat down next to him and minccino climbed down off of MC’s hat onto Kieran’s lap.

“Hi, minccino,” Kieran scratched behind her ears. She melted into his touch, delighted. “Aren’t you cute?” He looked back up at MC. “Did you catch her recently? I don’t think I’ve seen you with her before.”

“Yes, I did! I caught her in the Polar Biome for Drayton’s challenge, and we’ve grown quite fond of each other ever since. Her name is Cappuccino!”

“Chino, chino!”

“She’s very sweet.”

Cappuccino jumped back to MC and climbed up onto their shoulder. “She likes to be up high.”

Kieran smiled halfheartedly. “All Pokémon just love you, don’t they?” He looked at his feet.

“I wouldn’t say all…”

They sat in silence for a moment.

“I…” MC started, “I want to apologize.”

Kieran looked up at them.

“I shouldn’t have lied to you. That wasn’t okay, and I’m really so—”

“I’m sorry too! I’ll never lash out at you like that ever again. I promise!”

“I know. It’s okay, and I forgive you.”

“I forgive you too.”

MC smiled. “Can… Can I have a hug?”

“Oh! Y-yeah…”

The two leaned in and embraced each other. After a moment, Cappuccino crawled over to Kieran’s shoulder and nuzzled into his neck.

“Eek! H-hey!”

“I’m not doing anything…?”

They let go and MC saw that Cappuccino had found a new perch.

“Chichi! Chichi!”

“Aw, I think she likes you!”

“Mrrmph-! T-tell her to stahap, w-would you?”

“Wait, are you—”

“N-no!”

Cappuccino paused to look at MC. Kieran let out the breath he was apparently holding in.

“Hmm, I think I know something that might cheer you up.”

“Wha-?”

“Cappuccino, use tickle!”

“Chi! Chichichichichichichichi!”

Cappuccino rapidly swished her tail back and forth against Kieran’s neck and ears. When he scrunched his neck and shoulders to protect himself, she would crawl to the other side.

“Ah! Ahahahaha nohoho! S-stahahahahahahap ihihit!”

Kieran didn’t want to accidentally hurt her, so he just sat there, giggling, fists clenched in his lap.

“I was right! Now let’s see… Are you ticklish here?” MC gently poked Kieran’s tummy.

“Nahahahahahat you too!”

“Sounds like a yes. How about riiight here?” They wiggled a finger in his belly button.

“EEEHE! NohohOHOhooo!”

Cappuccino wagged her tail under his chin.

“Ehehehe *snort* I- *snort* stAHAHAHA!”

MC laughed along with him. “What about these ribs of yours?” They kneaded his lower ribs with their thumbs and Kieran shook his head and kicked his feet out.

“Chichichi!”

Wanting to help MC, Cappuccino slipped under Kieran’s shirt and clung to his bicep as she swiped her tail over his right armpit.

“W-whaAAHAHAHA! G-gehet oUT of-eEHEHEHE!”

“You have a really cute laugh, you know,” MC commented, still tickling his ribcage.

Kieran blushed.

Cappuccino then crawled down his torso, came out the bottom of his shirt and sat on his left knee.

“Chino!”

“What is it?” MC asked Cappuccino, “Do you have an idea?”

“Chino, chino!”

Cappuccino held on to Kieran’s thigh and swished her tail against the underside of his knee.

“N-no! Not my knehehehEHEHEES! I’m rehEHEHEHEALLY t-tihihicklish thehehEHEHERE!”

“Good work, Cappuccino! It’s super effective!”

“Shuhut uhuhup! You’re worse than CahahAHAHAHA! WAIHAIHAIHAIHAIT!”

MC joined in, squeezing above Kieran’s kneecaps and holding his legs still with their own while Cappuccino hopped back and forth between his legs, brushing her tail against his inner thighs and the undersides of his knees.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! DOHOHOHOHON’T! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Don’t stop? You got it!”

“NoohOOOHOHO-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! IHAHAI’M GONNA DIHIHIEEEEHEHEHE! MAHAHA! MEHEHEHERCY! MER-HAHAHA-HERHERHERCY!”

“Alright, Cappuccino, that’s enough.”

“Chino…”

Disoriented, Kieran leaned over onto MC’s lap and gasped for air.

“Ehehehe.. haha… ahahaha…”

MC patted his head. “You alright?”

“Yeaha…”

Cappuccino clambered over Kieran and climbed back up MC’s arm onto their shoulder. MC continued to soothe Kieran by lightly scratching his scalp, which he appeared to enjoy. They stayed like that for a few minutes until MC stopped and Kieran finally came out of his daze.

“Wha- When did I get on your lap??”

“Don’t worry about it,” MC said reassuringly, “I don’t mind.”

Embarrassed, he sat up and avoided MC’s gaze. He twiddled his hair in his fingers.

“Thanks.”

“For what?”

“F-for tickling me… I haven’t been tickled in a while, and, so uh… it was nice.”

“Oh, I’m glad!”

“Yeah.” Kieran peeked at MC and smiled, genuinely.

“Feel free to ask any time. Right, Cappuccino?”

“…”

Kieran stopped hiding his face and turned towards the pair. “Looks like she fell asleep.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t, after that.”

“I almost did, you have a magic touch. No wonder your Pokémon love your pets so much!”

#tickling #tickle fic #kieran #lee!kieran #mc #ler!mc #pokémon #pokémon scarlet and violet #pokémon scarlet and violet dlc #the hidden treasure of area zero #the teal mask #the indigo disk #princess scrawlings

[mcx7demonbros]

Catholic MC (V)

Ft. GN!MC, the Demon Brothers, the Royals, the Angels, the Terrible Cook Sorcerer.

The debut of Simeon.

C/W: Mammon is a rude in this chapter. 

PART 5

“Are you alright?” Luke asked when you two were walking to the dining room.

“I’m...fine” you replied “Just a little tired, probably from the pact.”

“MC, tell me the truth, why did you make a pact with Mammon? Did he force you? Or did something or someone else compelled you to do it?”

Seeing that no one was around, you decided to tell Luke the truth.

“The truth is that I met someone...” Luke listened to you attentively.

“Hey, you two are blocking the path, outta my way.”

You both turned to look at Mammon, annoyed because he had ruined the occasion for you to tell Luke the truth.

“Why are you two not moving? Hurry and move, human?”

“But the hall is so big, you make it seem like we’re blocking the whole path, but we’re not!!! Are you targeting MC on purpose? Luke barked “I won’t forgive anyone who dares to bully MC.”

“What if I am? This is my house, and you two are just guests.” Mammon retorted 

“Perhaps your pride was hurt.” you said calmly. “Because you were forced to make a pact with a puny human, not to mention, a child of God.”

“Wh...I don’t know what are you talking about?”

“If I remember correctly, I’m not just a guest, I believe my value is much higher, for the sake of the exchange program.”

“...”

“Whoa, MC, you made him speechless.” Luke praised you.

“I don’t care whatever ya thinking, human, but it’s absolutely wrong...I mean, about the pride hurting and such...anyway, I have to go. Meet ya later, human.” Mammon made a run and escaped to the order side of the hall, ready to go down from the staircase.

Wow, he’s fast.

“Hey, STAY! I’m not done talking with you.” you shouted and didn’t notice that your tone sounded like a command.

“D’AAAAAAAH”

Mammon fell down the staircase right away. He was struck with the “STAY” command.

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“AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Asmodeus began to cackle when he heard the whole story.

“Keep your voice down, Asmo.” Satan said “No one likes much noise early in the morning.”

“Satan, how can you NOT laugh after hearing what happened? I mean, this is Mammon, and yet, a human, a Catholic no less, was able to play him like a fiddle and forced him into a pact.”

“Pf...heheheh.” Satan began to laugh too.

“HEY, SHUT UP, YOU TWO! YOU KNOW I’M HERE AND I CAN HEAR YOU, RIGHT?” Mammon shouted.

“*munch*... the food is so tender.” meanwhile, Beelzebub didn’t care about all the drama happening at all.

“Beel, you’re biting chunks off your plate along with your food.” surprisingly, Levi was also present at the dining room.

Ignoring all of them, you focused on your plate.

I have to admit. Even though these dishes look weird, they’re so delicious.

“By the way,” the Avatar of Lust turned to you “I never thought you, a Catholic, would make a pact with Mammon, the Avatar of Greed. I thought the Catholic Church taught against making pact with demon.”

“Of course, the Church does teach against pact making with demon. But I didn’t sell my soul so I suppose it’s fine...probably.” even you were unsure of the words coming out of your mouth. You hand couldn’t stop fidgeting with the Crucifix around your neck, you found this awkward. 

“MC looks like a normal person, but they have the power of force us into submission, just like those characters in the anime who hide their mighty power...”

Now you started to feel embarrassed with all the demons’ eyes looking at you. Even Luke looked at you, but he also looked at them with fierce glares, like your guard dog. 

“MC, if you had your choice, which one of us would you forge a pact next?” Asmodeus asked while his eyes fixed on you.

The question came unexpected, and your eyes subconsciously looked at Satan. You had heard so much about him from Holy Writ, tradition, sermons, prayers, etc. You knew him as the Seducer, the Tempter, the Enemy, the Father of Lies, etc. If you were really given a choice, you would surely make a pact with him, unless Lucifer was also given as a choice. However, with the condition of exchanging something else, not your soul. You knew Hell was terrible, like really really terrible.

Noticing your glance, as if he could read your mind, Satan gave a reply “If you want to make a pact with me. It’ll cost you a lot. If you offered your soul, I might consider it. Although...”

You nearly blurted out “Although what?” but fortunately, your self-control was good. You didn’t want to sound like you really wanted to make a pact with him. Seeing that Satan had no intention to reveal what he was going to say, you returned to eating without answering Asmodeus’s question.

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“D’AAAAAAH”

Mammon stumbled upon a stair  at RAD and fell, his face slammed to another stair. 

“Are you okay?” you tried to help Mammon get up. Apparently, you were so kind, even to the point of wanting to help a demon.

“Ever since you got here, human, it’s been nothin’ but one bad thing after another for me. Let’s get somethin’ straight. I didn’t want to make this pact ‘cause I wanted to, and I ain’t happy about it. Everything I did was for my baby Goldie. If you end up gettin’ yourself eaten by some random demon, don’t blame me, ‘cause I don’t give a damn. Don’t think you’re so great because you made a pact with me, human.”

“Hey, don’t say mean things to MC!” Luke was prepared for a verbal fight with the demon.

“Mammon, could you please call me by my name?” you were trying to be nice.

“Who do you think you are? Know your place, human!!!” but clearly, the demon didn’t care.

And that was it, you had tried to be nice with him, but Mammon and his rudeness and mean things he said had pushed you over the edge. You did remember what had happened in the morning, so you were ready to do it again.

“STAY!” you shouted.

“I...I can’t move. Don’t tell me it’s ‘cause of the stupid pact.”

“Now say my name, but with a respectful tone.” you ordered.

“No way. You can control my body, but not my mind and my soul...M...MC...MC...MC...you’re the Boss...Your Majesty MC...”

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The moment class ended that afternoon, Mammon made his escape...shrinking from his responsibility of protecting you...or perhaps, running from you and your powerful command.

Before you got to leave the classroom, you were approached by three demons, two of whom were familiar to you.

“MC, I have heard about it. You managed to make a pact with Mammon, one of the Seven Rulers of Hell, and you did it within a very short time no less. Congratulations!” Diavolo said joyfully.

“I suppose it stands as a proof that you chose well bringing this human here, Lord Diavolo.” said the teal-haired demon beside him.

“Who’re you?” you asked.

“Ah yes...pardon me. I suppose we haven’t met yet, have we? My name is Barbatos. I apologized for not introducing myself sooner.”

“Ah no, there’s nothing to apologize.”

“Oh my...you’re so polite.”

“Judging from your attitude and posture...are you a butler?”

“...I suppose Lucifer’s right when he said you had the ability to correctly guess anything, especially his brothers’ names. Yes, I have the honor to be Lord Diavolo’s steward. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Barbatos is a smart and talented individual, so much that I wish I could trade a certain idiot of mine for him instead.” Lucifer finally spoke.

“Hey, don’t say that, after all, Mammon’s your brother. If he heard the words you said, he would be hurt.” 

Your words surprised Lucifer and others present there. To think you were so bold...

“I think MC’s here is right.” before the Avatar of Pride could reply, another person chimed in the conversation.

“Simeon!” Luke shouted happily and ran to the man in white.

“Hello, Luke, how are you lately?”

“MC is a very good, if not virtuous person. I’m happy everyday I’m staying with them. Oh, I forgot to introduce you guys. Simeon, this is MC, whom Michael assigned to me...MC, this is Simeon, my legal guardian on Celestial Realm. He’s an exchange student from Celestial Realm. And he’s an Archangel.”

“Archangel...I mean...sorry, I’m honor to meet you, Archangel Simeon.”

“Oh no, the honor’s all mine. And just Simeon’s fine, you don’t need to call me ‘Archangel’ every time we meet.”

“Ah...understood.”

“Oh my...a Crucifix...so you’re a child of Father as well.” Simeon noticed the Crucifix around your neck.

The conversation soon shifted to some religious studies and the three demons had to leave as they couldn’t take it anymore.

“Talking with you is so refreshing, MC.”

“It’s me who should be saying that.”

“Alright, it’s not early anymore. I have to say goodbye to you two. Ah, before I forget...”

Simeon took something...no, two things...a book and a bottle.

“These are for you. I pray that they would be of use to you.”

“Thank you...thank you...thank you, Simeon.”

“These are not mine. They were from Michael, he asked me to deliver them to you. Remember to say thank to him in your prayers.”

“Will do.” you looked at the Bible and the bottle of holy water with sparkling eyes. 

The Seducer, the Tempter, the Enemy, the Father of Lies - these titles of Satan was chosen because I think they fit Obey Me context. If you have completed Lesson 29 and 30, in which you learn Seductive Speechcraft with “Professor” Satan, you will understand what I mean. 

MY MASTERLIST

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #om! shall we date #obey me main character #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me dia #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me solomon

[tk-writer]

Ticklish, kitten? - Ace Attorney [Mia/Godot]

oh look a random fic where i self projected lksfjghksj dont look at me

WARNING: contains Ace Attorney spoiler for the trilogy!!

word count: 2199

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Mia Fey flicked on the lights as soon as she entered her empty condo.

Home, at last. A sigh escaped her smudged red lips as she finally felt solace for the first time since 5 AM that morning. Her heels were off in a matter of milliseconds; she was thankful to have some relief after being on her feet for nearly sixteen hours. The court had shown no mercy that day, not even to a novice like her. Not that she had expected any differently.

However, the trial was the last thing on her mind.

She glanced around her dimly lit living room. The emptiness that echoed back was deafening, shoving a reminder of her constant solitude in her face. Normally she wouldn’t care of such trivial matters; she was a woman who enjoyed her privacy and independence, after all.

But things were different now. Now that she had met him.

She made her way to the bathroom, leaving her confining work clothes behind in absent-minded piles on the oak wood floors. I’ll pick them up later, I swear, she lied to herself. She stood in the hot water and let it roll over her weary skin, thankful to feel something after what felt like a lifetime of depravity. Ten, twenty, thirty minutes passed. She didn’t get out until her skin was flushed red and on the verge of blistering.

She slipped into a pair of cotton shorts and a T shirt. Chuckling inwardly, she wondered what her colleagues would think if they saw her dressed in such a way. Mia didn’t step foot outside unless she was donned in designer wear, no matter if she was inside or outside the court. It was just who she was, or at least the image she had created for herself.

No one saw her after hours, when the lights were low and the darkness invaded. Nobody knew of her nightly routine, which consisted of hunching over a half-filled coffee mug and a thick file of court papers until the wee hours of the morning, an amalgamate of decaf medium roast and milk and tears.

Nobody ever did.

Until now.

An uproarious buzz jolted her out of her headspace and back to reality. She furrowed her brows, wondering who the hell would pay a visit at such a late hour. She stood up and walked to the front, punching the display button on her security screen a little too hard.

“Hey, kitten.”

An arrogant, pearly white smile gazed back at her from the outside camera. Mia’s entire body tensed. For a moment she stayed frozen, unsure of which action to take. She had never expected him to come, especially not this late. He was still dressed in his suit; he must have come directly from his office. That was so much like him to work this late, even on a weeknight.

“Mr. Armando? Sorry, but what the hell are you doing here exactly? Do you know what time it is?”

“Of course. I’m simply checking in on my protégé. Wanted to make sure my apprentice was doing alright after getting chewed up and spit out in court today.”

Irritation coursed through her veins, but she sighed when she realized he was right. No use getting angry at the truth.

“So, are you going to let me in?”

She said nothing at first, peering down at her frumpy pajamas and her bare feet. Without looking in the mirror she knew her eyes were red and strained from the past hour or so of crying. There was no way she wanted Diego Armando to witness her in such a state.

“Now’s not really a good time.”

He put his hands in his pockets and exhaled deeply. She knew he hated being rejected, but he wasn’t the aggressive type. At least not behind closed doors. At least not with her.

Perhaps that’s why she liked him so much.

“… Alright then. I’ll see ya tomorrow. Just promise me you’ll take care of yourself, okay?”

He turned around and almost disappeared as quickly as he had come. Mia immediately regretted being so short.

“Wait!”

He paused, looking back directly at the camera.

“Hmm?”

A few moments passed. Mia gingerly pressed the ‘unlock’ button without another word and waited patiently for her guest to arrive.

She didn’t have to wait long. He was at her door in a few short minutes, looming over the novice lawyer with that typical smug look on his face. He looked her up and down, obviously taken aback by her choice of sleepwear. A wave of insecurity washed over her, which didn’t help when she compared the difference between their current clothing.

Mia held back the urge to slug him.

“Don’t look at me like I’m a piece of meat.”

Diego blinked in confusion, his apparent ignorance causing more rage to build within her.

“It’s not that. You just look…”

“What? What do I look like, Mr. Armando?”

She crossed her arms and glared at him defensively, but was met with softness and pity. His eyes held a tinge of sadness to them that she had never seen before.

“You look… down.”

Mia turned away, embarrassed that her superior could read her so easily.

“I’m fine. Just a little tired, is all.”

He hesitantly took a step closer, careful not to cross any more boundaries than he already had. He gently took her face into his palm, smoothing his thumb across her wettened cheek.

“You’ve been crying.”

She responded by wiping her face with one palm ungracefully.

“Like I said. I’m fine. Just a little tired, is all.”

Not wanting to meet his gaze, her eyes drifted to the floor in an uncharacteristic display of meekness.

“Come on now, kitten. This isn’t like you. Something’s on your mind and I gotta hunch it’s got nothin’ to do with the case.”

Damn. He read her like a book. Realizing there was no use denying it any longer, she gestured to her leather couch and barked an order.

“Sit.”

Without waiting to hear his response, Mia marched to the kitchen. He slipped off his loafers and plopped himself near the armrest. A variety of bumps and clangs could be heard as she rummaged through her cabinets in search of something. He detected running water. The clink of glass. Within a few minutes, an aroma of Italian press floated across the room and onto the couch where Diego sat. The darkest roast of all. She knew him so well.

Perhaps that’s why he liked her so much.

Mia returned promptly, coffee mug in hand and free of any additions Diego would consider abominable. She sat about a foot away, putting a noticeable amount of distance between them.

He clutched the mug in his hands and took a few large gulps before speaking.

“Talk to me, kitten. What’s going on?”

Mia sat cross-legged, her arms folded and resting in her lap. She made small circles with her ankle, back and forth as if stretching the tendons.

“Don’t you dare tell a soul or I swear I’ll kill you.”

“Easy, easy. Put those claws away. You know me better than that.”

His subordinate sighed and bit her lower lip.

“It’s... I’m lonely, Diego.”

Not the answer he had expected to hear. Nor the name he was usually called. His mouth dropped open slightly in surprise, but he decided against addressing that fact… for now.

“Everyone gets lonely. Unfortunately it comes with the job.”

“I know.”

Nice going, asshole, He thought to himself. Better try again. He wasn’t the type to let a woman down, especially not Mia.

“Kitten. Come here.”

She stared at him in confusion, startled by his sudden request.

“… What?”

“Come. I want to hold you.”

His last statement hung in the air. Mia fell silent for a few seconds too long. Shit, maybe he messed up. Time to backtrack.

“If you don’t want to I understand,” He said reassuringly, careful to keep his tone even and smooth. “I’m not gonna force ya. I’ll leave and we don’t have to talk about this ever-”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence. She moved quickly and quietly and was in his arms sooner than he could have ever hoped. Her back pressed against his chest, slightly timid but with a hint of eagerness. She didn’t say a word; the silence allowed him to listen to her nervous, staggered breathing. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. Pulling her in closer. Burying his face in her freshly shampooed hair. It smelled like roses. Fitting for someone like Mia.

They laid there for some time as the night ticked on. He pulled her chestnut hair behind her ear and kissed it tenderly. His lips pursed as he gave her small pecks on the back of her head, at the base of her skull, moving towards her jawline. She twitched at the light caresses but didn’t protest. Soon, he found his hands moving up and down her sides, tracing random patterns through the fabric of her T shirt.

She squirmed a little. Muffled noises that sounded like weak coughs. He smirked, unbeknownst to her, adding a little more pressure to her stomach and sides. Her wiggling became a lot more pronounced, the noises a little more recognizable as giggles.

“Ticklish, kitten?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“No… not at a-haaa-ll!”

He pinched her lower ribs and relished when she squeaked, proving his claim true.

“Is that so?”

His tanned, calloused hands kept up their ministrations, his touches getting more purposeful and teasy. He softly clawed her midsection and focused on a patch of extra sensitive skin he had just discovered right below her belly button. Mia jerked her knees upward and clamped her hands on his, a weak attempt to fight off the tickling. The lack of touch in her life had made her more reactive than usual, and she was not happy about it.

“Diego! – ahahahaha! – WHYYYY!”

His response was more light clawing at her sides. She bucked and twisted left to right, laughing joyfully as if he’d told the funniest joke she’d ever heard. He clung onto her, never letting go no matter how violent her struggles got. His fingers drifted upward, settling in her crevices of her underarms and scritching away at them endlessly. Mia howled in a high-pitched tone and jolted her arms down, which only trapped his hands in place and made escape impossible.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA – oh nooooo! – Diego! – EEEEEEK!”

“The little kitten is so ticklish. How adorable.”

She could only giggle in response.

He kept it up for awhile longer, inwardly promising to stop if Mia asked, but surprisingly she never did. She thrashed and kicked and fought wildly, but never once did the word “stop” leave her lips. However, he had enough experience to know when a woman had had enough, and when her face was crimson red and her breathing shallow he let up and allowed his poor subordinate to collect herself. She took in large gulps of air and laid limp in his embrace.

“Haaa… haa… what was… that for…”

“My own amusement, mostly. Doesn’t hurt that you’ve got a killer laugh, too.”

Mia turned around with an exasperated (but affectionate) expression.

“You know, that was highly inappropriate.”

“So was inviting your colleague into your private abode after midnight.”

“You- you-!”

Rage spread across her face but melted into a smile as he clamped his hands around her ribcage, digging in a little more than before and reigniting her hysterical cackles. Too weak to fight, she succumbed to the tickles and buried her face in his chest until he once again showed her mercy.

“Quit hiding, kitten. Let me see that flustered face of yours one more time.”

He gently coaxed her out of hiding by placing a single finger under her chin and pulling upwards. Their eyes met, and for once Diego Armando was speechless. Seeing the stoic Mia Fey with such vulnerability and affection in her eyes was enough to turn him to putty. If he had the ability to speak, he would have been nothing but a babbling mess.

She leaned in closer, slow as honey that dripped from the comb, until their lips met in a cautious kiss.

Neither one knew how long they stayed like that. Mia draped over his chest. Diego’s hands rested on her lower back. When they finally pulled away, both felt warm and giddy.

“Mia…” he managed to croak out.

“Sorry.”

She seemed out of it. Not regretful, but definitely embarrassed. He half smiled in amusement.

“Don’t be.”

She shifted a little. A question sat on the edge of her mouth, and he waited patiently for it to fall. She rested her lips against his shirt and mumbled.

“Will you… st… ere… ight…?”

“Hmm? Speak up kitten, can’t hear ya.”

He heard her. But he wanted to hear it again. It took everything in him not to grin like an idiot, and everything in her not to smack him.

She lifted her head and scowled.

“Will you stay. Here. The night.”

He kissed her on the forehead and broke out in a victorious smile.

“Of course. Anything for you, kitten.”

#ace attorney #tickling #tickle fic #sort of #hurt/comfort #mia fey #godot #ace attorney spoilers #i pooped this out in about 2 hours GO ME #i'm sad and touch starved and half gay and this is how i deal with things #meigo #is that the ship name? what is the ship name for mia/godot lol #mia x godot #diego armando #lee!mia #ler!godot #Trials and Tribulations

[littlelovelyspiderling]

Hi, I recently found your blog & I love it so much! All your fics are so great & cute! I was wondering if you could write a fic where Sam & Bucky are teasing Peter & they try and steal his phone while he's texting Ned or MJ & they're basically being teasy older brothers to Peter cause that would honestly make my life. There's not enough content with the 3 of them. If you don't want to please don't feel obligated

Too cute! You got it my dude! (Sorry btw for taking so long w/ like everything I’m in school now and it SUCKS. But anyway…) @amazingmsme

Tickle Monsters

Sam and Bucky can tell Peter is hiding something. A special persuasion technique is found very effective on breaking the young hero’s stubborn disposition.

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“You’ve been uncharacteristically quiet today.”

Peter glanced up from his phone for an instant before immediately turning back to the screen. “Have I?”

“I mean, I’m not complaining. I’ve just gotten so used to developing a headache by five o’clock from all your yammering, it feels weird to be able to see straight right now.”

Peter rolled his eyes but didn’t retaliate. His thumbs flew across the virtual keyboard while he lied upside-down on the couch, legs draped over the top pillows and head dangling off the edge of the cushions. No matter where he was settled, the kid didn’t seem capable of sitting normally. Sam Wilson narrowed his eyes as he stared at him, mildly amused.

“What do you kids do on those things all day anyway? Gamble? Look at porn?”

“Yep, that’s it. The secret’s out. You got us.” Spider-Man snickered. “Gosh, you sound so old.”

Sam scoffed. From the recliner beside the couch, Bucky snorted.

“Glad I’m not the only one. The Wakandans basically thought I was a caveman.”

Sam threw his hands in the air. “Seriously, though, what are you doing right now? I gotta know what could possibly be entertaining enough to shut you up for the entire evening.”

Sam swore he saw the tiniest hint of pink rise in the kid’s upside-down face. “Just texting,” he replied. “My, um…friend.” Peter held the phone slightly closer to his chest, clearing his throat.

“Really?” Sam said. “A friend?” He raised an eyebrow at Bucky, who grinned back at him knowingly.

“Uh, yeah. That’s what I said.”

“A girl-friend, perhaps?” Bucky inquired, rising from his chair. He sat by Peter’s head as the blush in his cheeks deepened.

“W-what? No, it’s not—she isn’t—”

“Ah, a she it is then,” Sam said with enthusiasm, flopping on to the other side of the couch, smiling smugly. Now Peter was sandwiched between them. He gripped the phone like it was a lifeline.

“So? I can have girl friends. I mean—um, y’know—friends who are girls.”

“Sure you can,” Bucky agreed, slapping the kid’s shoulder. “But I’ve never seen someone beam all googly-eyed at a text conversation for as long as you have. I know a brewing love affair when I see one.”

Peter huffed and shook his head. “You’re crazy,” he grumbled. The pair of veterans always seemed to have it out for him, like two annoying older brothers. Once he joined the team, embarrassing Peter Parker became their new favorite pastime. Peter seriously hoped the phase would blow over quickly. At that moment, the phone buzzed in his hands, making his eyes drop to the screen and his heart skip a beat.

“Then prove us wrong,” Sam said, reaching forward. “Let me read your texts.”

Peter jerked away sharply. “What? No.” His elbow bumped into Bucky, who made a grab for the device as well.

“If you’re telling the truth, then you’ve got nothing to hide.” Bucky caught his wrist, but Peter ripped himself free, panic blooming in his throat.

“You’ll just send something weird!” he yelled. He whipped his arm around to keep it out of both men’s reach, regretting his unconventional sitting habits, struggling to free himself from the unexpected couch trap, when Sam pressed his hand against Peter’s stomach. It wasn’t on purpose, but the effect was all the same. Before he could stop himself, Peter slammed both arms down to his sides, a squeal leaping from his lips.

“What was that?” Sam snorted. Peter clutched the phone to his chest with both hands, his face heating up.

“W-what was what?” he asked, shifting nervously. “Just lay off already, would you?”

Peter thought he’d played it off well enough to divert suspicion, until a finger tasered his side, shattering what pitiful remnants were left of his facade. He jolted and yelped and glanced left to see Bucky towering over him, boasting an evil grin.

“Well, what do you know,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “Do my eyes deceive me, or is Spider-Man a little ticklish?”

Peter wanted to disintegrate. Sam smiled.

“Oh, is he now? Is that true, Spider-Man?”

Peter shook his head fervently, curling further and further into himself. As if Bucky and Sam didn’t already have enough embarrassing dirt on him. Now this? Couldn’t it be anything but this? His legs shrunk from the top of the couch to his chest.

“In that case, this situation becomes much simpler.” Sam held up both hands, wiggling his fingers threateningly. “Give us your phone, Spider-Man, or else.”

Peter looked between the two Avengers with wide eyes, hiding the device as well as he could, grasping for a way out of this, but they didn’t give him a chance to find one. The second he made a move to escape, the two heroes pounced on him.

“Ahaha!” Peter shrieked. “N-nohoho, wait!” Sam went for his right side while Bucky attacked his left, the pair gunning for every ticklish spot that was exposed. They squeezed his sides, kneaded his belly, and drilled his ribs with their evil fingers. Peter thrashed and kicked, unable to contain the explosion of giggles that immediately started pouring out of him.

“Oh dear,” Bucky chuckled, digging his thumb into hip. “The itsy-bitsy spider is very ticklish indeed.”

“How did we not figure this out sooner?” Sam wondered, dodging the kid’s flailing legs as he tickled him all over. “We’re barely even touching you, and you’re already squealing like a little spider piggy!”

Peter laughed helplessly, blushing from head to toe, bucking and squirming all over the place. “Stohohahap! Guys! Come ohohohon!” He squeaked when Bucky poked his armpit, making the two Avengers grin.

“Cough up the phone and we will, loverboy.”

Peter held his arms as tight to his sides as he could, but Bucky started pulling at his wrists to dislodge the phone, occupying him just long enough for Sam to shove both hands into the kid’s underarms. He wiggled his fingers against the incredibly ticklish spots, sending Peter into a frenzy of laughter.

“Ahahaha nohohohoho! Oh gahahahad! Gehet ohohohohoff meheehee!”

While squirming hysterically, Peter accidentally flung his legs far over his head, so much so that his weight went with them and he ended up somersaulting backwards off the couch. Taken by surprise, Sam and Bucky flinched out of the way as Spider-Man tumbled to the floor, landing ungracefully on his rear end. He sat blinking for a moment, dazed and breathless with giggles. He lifted his eyes to his tormentors, the phone still clutched in his hands. The two men smiled deviously.

“Run.”

He did not need to be told twice.

Peter bolted towards the wall, knowing that if he made it there, he could crawl to safety. It felt like he was moving faster than he ever had in his life, perhaps because the incentive for escaping was such a big motivator. He took off in a running leap, nearly there, so close to salvation, when a metal hand caught his ankle. Peter flailed and dropped to the ground. He glanced over his shoulder to see Bucky holding his leg, grinning evilly. How the hell is he so fast?! Peter thought. He often forgot just how super the super-soldier serum had made him.

Sam was on him a second later. Peter couldn’t scramble away fast enough. He screeched and curled into a ball just as Sam reached him. Immediately, the Avenger started tickling his sides, scuttling his fingers up and down his torso. Peter bunched his arms and legs to his body, guarding himself and the phone as best he could, but it wasn’t enough. High-pitched laughter was soon flooding from his lips and shaking his entire frame. For reasons none of them could fathom, it seemed tickling reduced Spider-Man from a nimble, powerful superhero into a helplessly giggly kid who could do nothing but take it and laugh his ass off. It was kind of adorable.

“There’s got to be something real juicy on that phone of yours if you’re this determined not to let us see,” Sam said, worming his hands through Peter’s defenses and clawing at his ticklish tummy. “What is it, then? A heartfelt love confession? A poem maybe? Or a song? Please tell me it’s a song.”

“Ihihit’s nuhuhuhahathing!” Peter laughed. “Sahahaham! Plehehehease!”

Bucky joined the tickle-attack, drilling his fingers everywhere left vulnerable on the poor kid, making Peter twitch and jump and giggle like crazy. “I bet they just send each of a bunch of those little cartoon hearts back and forth,” he chuckled. “What are they called again? Emojicons or whatever?”

Sam snorted. “Close enough.”

Peter squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his face to the floor, his laughter muffled and punctuated by hiccups. “Ahahahahahaha! Nohoho mohohore! Nohohoho mohohohohore!” He squirmed and squealed and clung to the phone for dear life. Sam and Bucky chuckled.

“What’d you say? More? Alright, if you insist.” Sam ground his knuckles into Peter’s ribs, making him erupt with giggles. Bucky followed suit, slipping his hands underneath his shirt and squeezing his bare sides and belly. Peter collapsed on to his side, shrieking.

“NOHOHOHAHAHA! STOPSTOPSTOHOHAHAHAHAP!”

“We’ll stop when you give up!” Bucky said playfully. “Until then, we’re the Tickle Monsters! The dreaded nemeses of Spider-Man, sworn to defeat him with our evil tickle powers!”

Sam went for his neck, making him cringe and squeak. “That’s right! Give up, or we’ll tickle you to death!”

It was amusing to see the Falcon and the Winter Soldier acting so childish. Unfortunately, Peter was too busy laughing like a child to enjoy it, and their teasing was not making the unbearable tickle-attack any easier to endure. His blush deepened and his giggling climbed.

“OHOHO MY GAHAHAHAD! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Tears pricked in his eyes. He knew he was done for. He couldn’t stand it another second. Every little poke and prod were driving him mad. A sudden squeeze to his knee startled him so much, the phone clattered out of his hands, skidding across the wood to the other side of the room. Welp. Shit. That was it, then. But before anyone could get up and retrieve it, a figure stepped through the doorway, scooping it off the floor.

“Um, hi,” Tony said, studying the odd cluster of people on the ground with narrowed eyes. He held the phone out skeptically. “Peter, is this yours?”

While Bucky and Sam were distracted, Peter flew to his feet. “M-Mr. Stark! Please—don’t let them—EHEHAHAHA!”

Bucky seized him from behind before he could finish, wrapping both arms around the kid’s midsection and drilling his fingers into his tummy and sides. Peter flailed with laughter, clawing at his metal hand and kicking his legs but unable to escape the super-soldier’s grip. Bucky lifted him off the ground to decrease his leverage, wrecking the poor teenager with a barrage of tickles. Stark watched Peter laugh hysterically with confusion and amusement. Mostly amusement.

“Should I even ask what’s going on here?” he snorted.

“Nah. Just calling the kid out on an obvious lie he was telling us by looking through his texts.”

The corners of Stark’s mouth twitched upright. “A lie, huh? He is notoriously bad at those.” He eyed the giggly hero, smiling bemusedly. “So what’s all…this about then? Avenger hazing?”

“Persuasion technique. He wouldn’t give up his phone. Turns out this particular technique is incredibly effective on him.”

From how adorably pathetic Peter Parker looked, Sam’s assumption appeared sound. The kid was doubled-over with squeaky laughter, his entire face flushed pink, struggling and failing to break free of Bucky’s tickly hold. It sounded as though he was trying to squeeze in a word or two between bouts, but all of it was drowned in a bubbly waterfall of giggles. Tony bit back a chuckle.

“What’s he lying about?”

“A girl he’s been texting all day. He says they’re just friends, but we don’t buy it.”

Tony scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You people are ridiculous,” he sighed, but handed the phone off. When Peter saw the exchange occur, he started thrashing even more.

“AHAHAHAWAHAHAHAIT!” he cried. “PLEHEHEHEASE DOHOHAHAHON’T!”

“Let’s see,” Sam said, ignoring him as he went to his messages. “Ooh, okay, here we go. Two unread texts from a person named…MJ.” He started scrolling through their conversation. It went on for a significant amount of time without any breaks. They had, in fact, been texting for two hours long, back-and-forth, which was impressive. But the texts themselves? Boring. So dull. Arguments about space, math, science stuff. Homework questions. Total nerdfest, with only the occasional friendly tangent here and there, some of which made Sam cringe a little on Peter’s end. But for the most part? Completely devoid of romance. Disappointing to say the least.

“That’s all they said?” Bucky murmured, frowning.

“Please tell me I’m missing something here,” Sam scoffed. “If this really is your girlfriend, this is the saddest relationship I’ve ever seen.”

Bucky stopped tickling the kid but didn’t loosen his grip. Peter went limp, giggling dazedly, wheezing for breath. “Aheh..eheheh…oho man, plehehease…” His sides ached and his head felt loopy. “Plehease don’t tell her.”

“Tell her what?” Bucky asked. When Peter didn’t answer right away, he tweaked his side, making him flinch and squeal.

“Ahaha! Fine! Th-that I like her, okay?”

The room fell quiet. Peter’s face burned every shade of red under the sun.

“There, happy? I said it. I like her.” He huffed defeatedly, glancing around the room. “But please. I don’t want to ruin our friendship. I’m not ready for her to know yet. Just please don’t tell her, okay?”

Slowly, Bucky set him down. Peter hugged himself around the middle, grateful to be free, still short of breath, lifting his gaze to Sam desperately. A smile spread across Sam’s face. Across everyone’s faces.

“Ah, kiddo. You are too damn cute, you know that?” He clicked off the screen and tossed Peter his phone. He caught it messily, relief rushing through him. “Just look at him. Little Spidey with his little high school crush, stuck in the friend zone, too shy to tell her how he really feels. Doesn’t that just make your heart melt?”

“Shut up,” Peter mumbled, smiling coyly, shoving the phone into his pocket. Immediately, Bucky tasered him from behind, causing Peter to leap with a start and giggle sharply.

“I’d suggest speaking to us with a little more respect, Spider-ling,” he said, smirking.

“Don’t forget,” Sam hissed, wiggling his fingers. “We know your weakness now.”

Peter winced back like a scared puppy, partially hiding himself behind Tony Stark. Tony chuckled, ruffling the kid’s hair.

“This girl you like—she’s the one I saw at your last decathlon meet, right? Blunt, a bit on the scary side?”

Peter blushed. “Probably. She’s a lot nicer than she seems.”

“Yeah. She definitely already knows that you like her.”

He cringed, the color draining from his face. “What? Mr. Stark, w-what do you mean? How?”

“Because she’s smart. And you’re really bad at hiding your emotions. I guarantee if you tell her, she won’t be surprised. I picked up on it the first minute I saw you two in a room together.”

Before he could even process this very unexpected and alarming information, Bucky and Sam burst out laughing. Peter’s color returned, blooming bright red in the apple’s of his cheeks. Dying right about now sounded pretty great. At the same time, if MJ did know that he liked her, and she was still talking to him, that gave him a little bit of hope for the future.

“Well, you know what that means,” Sam said, cracking his knuckles. “Time for phase two of our evil plot: get Spider-Man to confess his love to his dream girl.”

“When should phase two begin?” Bucky asked, eyeing Peter with a devilish smile. Peter looked between the pair in disbelief, laughter already welling in the back of his throat at the mere thought of being tickled again. He looked to Tony for help.

Sam grinned. “Why not…right now?”

As the two Avengers approached, Stark turned to Peter and shrugged. “Well, what are you waiting for?” he said, spidering his fingers menacingly. “Better start running.”

The teen’s jaw dropped. You—you traitor! He didn’t have time to dwell on it though, for the Tickle Monsters were nearly upon him, now with a third member. He took off in a mad dash, giggles already spilling from his lips long before they caught him.

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[fanficsandfluff]

Could you write a john Watson and daughter Rosie Drabble? Maybe Rosie is about fifteen and has been running all day at a club or something so when she gets home she lies straight on the couch. John is already there and Rosie literally just puts her feet on her dad's lap and asks him to rub them for her but john says something along the lines of "who do you think I am? Rub them yourself" and grabs them and tickles

Thanks for the prompt! I changed small things nothing big :) Hope you like it!

Rosie panted, sprinting home for the last lap she put herself to before reaching her front porch. She stopped and hunched over, her breath heaving. She checked her phone and smiled, having reached her best time yet. 

Unlocking the door, Rosie stepped inside and trudged her way to the living room, seeing her dad already there. She flopped down onto the couch with a groan.

“Hard run?” John inquired. 

Rosie had kicked off her sneakers by the door and now rested her socked feet on John’s lap, “Yeah… reached my best time though.”

“Oh, that’s so great, Rosie.”

“Can you rub my feet for me, dad?”

John chuckled, “I’m nohot your servant. Rub them yourself.”

Rosie groaned, “But daaaaad!” she whined, “I come home from a rough day at school, then decide to go for a run after, mind you, I ran laps for track today as well.”

John smirked, “Well, I’m very proud of you, but you put yourself through this final run.”

“Just rub them for me,” Rosie pouted and wiggled her toes.

John sighed, “Alright, fine. I suppose I am to do your bidding now, mistress,” he huffed, making Rosie chuckle at him.

John started off rubbing his daughter’s warm, tired feet, Rosie shutting her eyes and relaxing into the feeling. But when she felt a sudden tingling feeling on her arch, she squeaked and her eyes shot open.

“Dahad!”

“What?” John asked innocently, even though his face was riddled with mischievous looks. 

“Dohon’t do that.”

“Don’t do what? This?” and he again wiggled his fingers on Rosie’s soles, holding her ankles down with one hand.

Rosie squealed and she burst out laughing, “AHAhahahahaha! Y-Yehehehehes!!! Dahahahad stahahahahap!”

John smirked, “I’m just giving my exhausted daughter’s feet a relaxing rub. Like she asked,” he slipped off Rosie’s socks and scraped his fingertips along her extra soft soles. 

Rosie arched her back and screeched, “NAHAHAHA! BLOOHOODY SHIT DAHAHAHAHAD!”

“Language,” John stuffed a few fingers under her clenched toes and skittered away. Rosie snorted and her laughter went silent, whatever energy she had left being drained from her so she couldn’t even fight back or squirm.

John saw her losing strength and he chuckled and stopped, “You alright?”

“Dahahad…. I’m really tihired.”

John smiled, “I tend to tire people out, yes. I’m persistent,” he winked. Rosie rolled her eyes and moved herself so she was cuddled into John’s side, head resting on his chest. 

“I love you,” Rosie whispered, shutting her eyes, so drained from today’s activities. John held her close and rubbed her back, reiterating her words through actions. 

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Another Evil Machine pt. 2

Ft. Klein (my self-insert MC), Cedric (Klein’s butler), The Demon Brothers, Barbatos and other dateables (you will understand why I single out Barb later), the Power Rangers.

C/W: none

Obey Me x Power Rangers

Summary: a continuation of Another Evil Machine, from the Steampunk Event

<- PART 1, which was inspired by this dribble by Tia @sparkbeast20

“Ai yi yi, Führer K is spreading havoc again.” The robot Alpha 13 panicked as he looked as the sceen showing a figure in white hood and his butler making all people faint.

“Alpha 13!”

“Ai yi yi, Rangers. Führer K is using a strange machine which makes all people fainted.”

“Alright, we’ll head there immediately.”

“It seems like the effect of Automatic Disciplining Machine to Force Everyone on Their Knees is stronger on normal people and we thought. While the machine only forced Lucifer and others to kneel, normal folks fainted.” Cedric reported to me and wrote everything down as he was reporting.

“Führer K, stop your evil act immediately.” I looked up to see the Power Rangers in their colorful suits.

“Ah, you’ve arrived, Rangers. You make me wait so long that I thought I got stood up.”

“Don’t say like we are dating.”

“Cyborg Soldiers, crush them!” I shouted a command. The cyborg soldiers around dashed towards the Power Rangers. And as expected, they were easily defeated.

“Is that all you got for this time, K?”

“They’re just starters for today.” I nodded at Cedric, who turned on the Automatic Disciplining Machine to Force Everyone on Their Knees.

BAM BAM BAM

“What’s this power?”

“It’s so powerful.”

“I can’t move.”

“It’s crushing me.”

“I feel like my head is spinning.”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA…” I couldn’t hold it and laughed out loud at the Rangers’ misery. “Even the Power Rangers can’t withstand the power of my evil machine.”

“Ay yi yi. It’s no good. What should I do? Ay yi yi.” Alpha 13 lamented.

“*cackle* Klein’s so cool and hot 💖.”

“Klein’s totally crushing those Power Ranger normies. *laugh*”

“That’s my human. *laugh*”

“Klein’s truly an evil genius.”

Yes, crush those human, Klein. No mercy!

“Lucifer, why are you so silent? Shouldn’t you be happy that Klein is triumphant over his enemies?”

“No, nothing.”

“Don’t tell me you’re still bear a grudge because Klein forced you to submit.”

“Simeon, you may want to seal that mouth of yours before it’s too late.”

“*chuckle*”

“When Klein returns, I have to ask him the principles behind the machine.”

Meanwhile, Diavolo was smiling like a kid watching Power Rangers. This kid must have supported the villains, he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Surrender, Power Rangers!” I stepped on Red Ranger as he couldn’t hold it anymore and lied on the ground.

“Never, you sadistic monster. Justice will never surrender.”

“Then die!” I took out my gun, aiming at the Red Ranger’s head. “Goodbye!”

BOOM

I turned to look at the machine.

“Ai yi yi.” Alpha 13 was standing beside the machine, which wasn’t guarded, holding an iron bar.

“That’s damn robot of the Rangers!!! Kill him!”

“Not a chance.” Red Ranger stood up as I staggered back. He took out a gun and shot a beam at Cedric, wounded him.

“Damn you.” I teleported back beside the machine and raised my gun at Alpha 13.

“We’re not letting you.” The other 4 Rangers raised their guns at me.

“It will never work on me.” I casted a spell, creating a bouncing shield before me, the beams were bounced back at the Rangers, who dodged them. Alpha 13 took the chance to return to their side.

“My Lord! The machine is broken, we lost our advantage, let’s retreat.” Cedric held his shoulder as he spoke.

“Tsk…I guess that’s it for today.” I took out a taser and threw it at the Rangers.

“Taser Monster.” The taser grew arms and legs as it turned into a monster.

“Au revoir, Rangers!” I teleported away along with Cedric and the machine.

“Next time, after I fix the machine, I’m gonna teach the Rangers a les-

Before I had the chance to finish what I was talking, I hit someone.

“Are you bli- I looked up and saw Lucifer towering over me, his ruby eyes looking down on me.

“Luci-

“Klein, I did tell you that every time you humiliate me, I would pay everything back, didn’t I?” He lifted my chin up so my eyes look straight into his eyes.

“I will fix the machine and teach you another lesson, Luci.”

“Better worrying about the present, than the future that hasn’t come yet, Klein.” Lucifer pulled me into his bedroom, not waiting for me to speak another word.

Sorry, my Lord. Cedric made his escape after putting the machine somewhere in the House of Lamentation.

“Where are you going, Cedric?”

Cedric turned around to see Barbatos smiling at him.

“Cedric, have you forgotten all the things you were taught at the Butler Academy? Not only did you not stop Klein, you even joined him. What kind of butler’s behavior is this?” Barbatos took out a rod.

“W…wait, I can explain.”

“I don’t think there’s any explanation to give. You willingly joined force with your Lord, didn’t you?”

“Wait, this is violation of human rights.” Cedric shouted louder as Barbatos walked nearer to him.

“*sigh*…now you even need me to joggle your memory that you aren’t a human?” Barbatos was right before Cedric.

“No…no need…I remember…”

“Then there’s no right to talk about.”

“W- ARGHHHHHHHH”

After writing part 1, I have already thought of writing a part 2. I just procrastinated till now.

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