#lee!ghostbur

Ghostbur was one of Tommy’s only friends.

They started Logstedshire together, and Ghostbur would hangout with Tommy in his exile sometimes.

Today was one of the days Ghostbur was with Tommy, but Tommy didn’t know about it yet. He usually didn’t.

Ghostbur then soon made his way to Tommy’s exile, to where he was ‘on holiday,’ as everybody else would say.

On this particular day, though, Ghostbur was feeling a little down.

He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was just an off day? Whatever it was, maybe hanging out with Tommy would help.

Ghostbur snuck up behind Tommy once he saw him, and wrapped his arms around the boy in a hug from behind. He smiled fondly as he heard Tommy gasp in surprise before turning himself around to face ghostbur.

“Ghostbur! I didn’t know you were visiting today,” Tommy smiled, hugging the ghost back.

“You never know when I’m coming, do you?” Ghostbur tilted his head slightly, and Tommy laughed.

Ghostbur took notice of the way Tommy’s shirt and pants were a little torn, literally. His shirt had tears and holes around the center and back, and his pants had a tear going from his knee to mid-shin. He didn’t question it, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what happened.

Tommy, however, took notice of the fact that Ghostbur seemed a bit down. “You alright?”

Ghostbur perked up a little. “Ehh.. I’m.. fine? It may just be an off day, but I promise I’m fine.”

Tommy muttered something, sounding along the lines of “c’mere,” and he held Ghostbur in a tight but comfortable hug, his hands rested on Ghostbur’s sides as he had entirely wrapped his arms around him.

Ghostbur practically melted.

Tommy then started to lightly drag his nails up and down one of Ghostbur’s sides as a gesture of comfort. He, in full blown honesty, was not surprised to hear Ghostbur start giggling. Maybe it was just the type of person Ghostbur was, or the fact that he’s literally the ghost of his older brother, but Tommy had a feeling that Ghostbur was ticklish. And this was his chance to actually test it.

“C’mon man, smile a little. Don’t gotta be all gloomy.” Tommy smiled as he looked up at Ghostbur.

What a fucking hypocrite Tommy was with that sentence.

“Tohommy-“ Ghostbur stumbled over his words a little. “It tihickles!”

“I know. That’s the point.” Tommy smiled fondly, moving a hand under Ghostbur’s sweater and gently scribbling his fingers over his back. He was so gentle, it was almost like he wasn’t even touching Ghostbur. Almost.

It still ticked like absolutely hell to Ghostbur, but he loved it. And he was not ashamed to admit so.

“Ihit feheheels kinda nihice!” The ghost held onto Tommy as he was afraid of falling. Tommy ensured he wouldn’t.

After a few minutes of gentle tickles, compliments, and sweet words, Tommy let up. Ghostbur was blushing blue, and the smile didn’t leave his face.

“Th- Thank you.. That helped..” Ghostbur’s soft and quiet voice echoed, and he hugged Tommy again.

The two of them then just sat on the beach, talking and laughing until the sun went down. This was the happiest Tommy was in exile.

“T-Tohohohommehehehehe!” Ghostbur giggled out happily, as Tommy quickly poked and skittered his fingers over Ghostbur’s tummy. Tommy looked up, “What’s up Ghostbur? Sorry I’m a little busy right now, could you just hold still for me?” Tommy had meant it as a tease, but to his surprise Ghostbur’s squirming lessened, as he was trying to hold still. It became known to Tommy that Ghostbur didn’t mind this at all. In fact he had never been told once to stop by the ghost. He smiled, fondly, as he realized Ghostbur liked being tickled. “Ihihihit tihihihickles!”

“Oh really, bossman? How about here, or here? Does it tickle there too! C’mon Ghostbur you gotta answer me.~” Ghostbur’s titters turned into flustered and squeaky laughter, “IHIHIHIT AHAHALL TIHIHICKLES! EHEHE FEHEHEHEELS NIHIHICE!” Tommy awed and traced his fingers around Ghostbur’s tummy, “Are you having fun Ghostbur?” Ghostbur’s laughter went back down to flustered titters, “Yehehes, Ihihi ahaham!” Tommy’s smirk turned into a soft and loving grin. “That’s wonderful, bossman! Just let me know when you’re ready to stop!” Ghostbur nodded his head, lost in giggles, “Ihihihi wihihill!”

·:*¨༺ ★ ༻¨*:·.

And the universe said I love you.

"Ph-Phihihil," Tommy softly giggled, burying his face in Phil's shoulder. A few tears seeped into his cape, but the avian didn't care. He didn't even notice. He just poked Tommy in the side again, smiling softly as the boy squeaked and snickered quietly.

"Feeling better?" he murmured, poking again.

Tommy nodded, still laughing. "Yeheheheah..."

Another poke made him squeal.

And the universe said you have played the game well.

"C'mon, Toms," teased Wilbur, shuffling away a little so Tommy had no place to hide his smile. "Let's see that big, adorable grin of yours."

"Nohohot adohorable," Tommy protested, covering his face with his hands.

"Of course you're adorable, you've Phil's genes floating around you somewhere," Wilbur replied, twirling a finger on the younger's stomach, fondly watching Tommy's tears dry up and his grin grow larger. "And I've also got Phil's genes floating around somewhere, so if I'm this handsome, you gotta be too, y'know. That's... That's definitely how genetics works."

Phil quietly hummed a small tune to himself downstairs, listening to the two brothers.

And the universe said everything you need is within you.

"Oh no, you don't!" Phil playfully shouted, chasing Wilbur throughout the house. The eight-year-old squealed in excitement, weaving around chairs and underneath tables and other things "tall", old men like Phil couldn't do.

Eventually, however, Phil caught up to the boy and immediately wrapped him up with his wings.

"Hehehey!" yelped Wilbur, the feeling of feathers everywhere making him flinch and giggle. "Wihihings ahare cheheheheating!"

And the universe said you are stronger than you know.

A small whistle of wind alerted him of danger. His ears flicked and he twisted at exactly the time his instincts told him to, dodging the dagger that had been aimed for his throat and easily catching the wrist of his attacker.

Just as Technoblade moved to send his assailant flying, however, he got a good look at their face and... realized she was a young piglin. She was maybe around thirteen years old, with what looked like a homemade knife in her hands and a terrified expression on her face.

Techno began to tremble. He felt a single tear run down his face. Why? he thought. I'm not scared.

But peering into the deep, blue eyes of the piglin shook him to his core. And then, right before his eyes, she and the knife in her hands and her battered home and her even-younger brother cowering behind a broken wall melted down to thick, red, hot blood. And Technoblade found himself drowning, drowning, drowning, in screams that lit up the night in a wretched chorus...

"Technoblade! Technoblade!" Phil shook his friend violently. "Please, you're having a nightmare!"

Frantically, Phil attempted to wake his friend up, shaking him by the shoulders and even flicking his snout (a piglin's nose is a sensitive area). A random idea made its way into Phil's head, and normally, he wouldn't even have considered it.

But this wasn't "normally" anymore.

"AHAHAHAHA!" Technoblade bolted up from his bed. Then he stared at Phil in disbelief. "Did you just t-tick-tickle me out of sleep?"

"You were having a nightmare," mumbled Phil, suddenly feeling very stupid. He was so embarrassed he didn't even notice the stutter on the word "tickle". Defensively, he continued, "I was caught up in the moment of trying to save you from your mind, okay? I- EEP! Nohoho! W-Wahahahait!"

"Revenge, old man!"

And the two ran around their poor excuse of a cabin (made last night in five minutes), Phil babbling excuses while his friend chased him down, Techno's nightmare forgotten.

And the universe said you are the daylight.

"Fr-Friehehehend," tittered Ghostbur, gently pushing on his sheep's head. Friend bleated in annoyance, and the poor ghost screeched in laughter.

So while Friend had fun snuggling against Ghostbur's soft, warm skin, the ghost giggled his head off, trying to explain to Friend, through his laughter, that she was nuzzling his stomach and her wool was very scratchy and fluffy.

And the universe said you are the night.

"PLAY," Fran barked loudly, glaring at his owner. The squirrel-brain glared right back.

"No," Sam repeated. "You stay out of the kitchen and be patient. I'm busy making cookies; it's Puffy's birthday today and she likes cookies."

Fran growled deep in his throat. Making sure his friend-of-mind-and-heart could see, he set one, deliberate paw into the food-territory-he-must-not-enter. Sam gasped.

"No!" he shouted, setting down the tray of cookies. The oven protested shrilly, reminding him about the cookies in the oven. The creeper ignored him, striding over to Fran and attempting to push him away. Sternly, he said, "You do not go in the kitchen, Fran! We've talked about this! You ate everything last time you came in here; don't you dare do it again!"

"PLAY," repeated Fran, barking loudly. He pressed his muzzle against Sam's stomach and pushed back, doing his best to maintain his ground. He didn't expect Sam to squeak and immediately pull back. The dog glanced up in confusion before noticing the exploding-grass's small smile. Fran's tail became a blur of grey. Smiles meant playing!

He did it again, pressing against Sam's stomach and pushing, giving it his lick-kisses (wtf are those called again), happily barking when his friend-of-mind-and-heart laughed and squealed.

"PLAY!"

"Fr-Frahahahahan!"

And the universe said the darkness you fight is within you.

Bad buried his head in his hands."You're really going to make me do this?" he mumbled, peeking out at Skeppy between his fingers.

The diamond smirked. "Yup," he said, popping the 'p'. "You either tell me what you want or I'm not doing shi- anything."

Bad groaned. "You're an unpleasant person, Skeppy."

The other simply leaned closer to his face. "Say it then."

"Just... Wr-Wreck me." Bad blushed. "Please."

And the universe said the light you seek is within you.

"Go on then," Tommy challenged. "Tickle me if you're so sure about it."

Tubbo blinked. "Wh-What?"

"You said you're a ler, right? Prove it, big man."

Tubbo eyed Tommy, sensing a trap. Tommy put his hands up in a surrendering position.

"No loopholes this time," he said. "Honest. All you have to do is AH-!"

Tubbo dived onto Tommy mid-sentence. The two wrestled on the ground for a moment, though it quickly ended when Tubbo slipped a hand up the other's shirt and squeezed his ribcage.

"Whahahat?!" yelled Tommy, falling to the ground. "Thaha-Thahahahat's nohohot fahair!"

"I won!" Tubbo cheered, pinning Tommy's hands above his head and settling down on Tommy's knees. He stuck his tongue out at his friend, still squeezing at his ribs. "Who said I'm not a ler?"

"Youhuhu cheheheheheated!" Tommy protested, squirming underneath him. "Thahat's uhuhnfahair!"

"Didn't seem unfair yesterday~"

And the universe said you are not alone.

"S-Sahahahapnahap, stohohop ihiht," Dream managed to force out. He aimed a blow at Sapnap's shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to move him away. The other chuckled, easily dodging the blow. Dream tried again, but he got thrown off as Sapnap lightly scratched at his navel. The speedrunner squealed, collapsing onto the couch. Sapnap easily followed him. Getting curious, he blew a short raspberry on his navel.

"NOHOHO!" Dream yelped, scrambling away. He put a hand against his navel and looked at his friend with wide, worried eyes. "D-Dohon't do that..."

"You didn't seem bothered about that spot just a second ago," Sapnap responded. "You liked doing it to me. I'm just repaying the favor~"

Sapnap grabbed Dream's hands and raised them above his head. The other squirmed underneath him.

"W-wait wait wait, we can tAHAHAHALK-"

And the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.

"Jealous?"

Quackity nearly screamed. As it was, he simply bit his tongue and started, turning to find Karl cheerfully looking at him.

"J-Jealous of what?"

"Them," replied Karl, nodding towards Dream and George chase each other around, one managing to get the upper hand and tickle the other for only a few seconds before the roles were reversed. "You've been watching them for minutes now and you seem pretty lonely."

"N-No," Quackity quickly asserted, both dismayed he had been found out but also ecstatic someone had finally noticed. "I-I'm not... U-Uh..."

"Oh," Karl said, looking slightly crestfallen. "So... did I drag Sapnap out of bed for nothing, then?" And it was then that Quackity noticed Sapnap standing a little way back, smirking at the two.

"Just admit you're ticklish and let's get it over with," the son of a fire-bitch called. "You've been ogling at the others for an embarrassingly long time."

And the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.

"Gohohod, nohohohoho!"

"You're asking the wrong person, buddy," Ranboo replied, continuing his attack on the backs of Tubbo's knees. He swirled a long finger around one and evilly squeezed the other, sending Tubbo into a laughing fit.

Tubbo's long, droopy ears began to flap crazily, which led them to flick over the back of his neck. The boy's giggles went silent, his knees and neck being two spots that always made him laugh.

"I love your ears so much," teased Ranboo, noticing Tubbo's silent laughter and pausing for a break. "They're like my personal little helpers!"

As soon as air returned to Tubbo's lungs, he burst out with, "YOUHUHU'RE AHAN AHAHAHASSHOLE!"

And the universe said I love you because you are love.

"H-Hehehey!" Wilbur protested, jerking back with a giggle. Niki chuckled at the response.

"What?" she asked, playfully, making her eyes wide with innocence. Then she took the seaweed to Wilbur's nose again, making the boy titter softly. "I don't get it Wil. Why're you laughing? Is it something I said?"

"Qui-Quihihit ihit!" giggled Wilbur. He went to hide his face with his hands before realizing that he couldn't because that would hide his nose as well... N-Not that he wanted to get tickled!

Niki smirked. "What do you call testosterone recommendations a doctor gives to a trans dinosaur? T-Rex!"

And Wilbur couldn't help but laugh, the delicate seaweed tracing small circles on his nose. He did whine, "Thahahat's a hohorrible johohohoke!"

"Then why are you laughing at it?" the other cheekily challenged.

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love.

You are the player.

Wake up.

The pair of them were laying underneath the shade of a tree in L'manberg, watching the nation in peace. Friend was half lying on Ghostbur's lap, a comforting weight to the spirit. Ghostbur was running his hands through the soft blue wool, the fluffiness of it making him smile as it tickled his palm. That was another thing about Friend, he was so soft that Ghost would often find himself giggling from touching the sheep.

Friend lifted his head from Ghostbur's lap, yawning widely.

"Tired Blue Boy?" Ghostbur asked sweetly.

Friend made a soft baa and pressed his face against Ghostbur's. The ghost gave a happy noise, hugging Friend close.

"I love you" he cooed.

The sheep nuzzled his cheek making Ghostbur giggle, leaning away from the affection. "I'm ticklish Friend" he said after his titters died down.

The sheep simply nuzzled him again, this time on his neck. Ghostbur squealed, but didn't have the heart to push the sweet sheep away. He sat there giggling at the soft sensations brushing against him, a blue tinge glowing in his cheeks. Eventually Friend moved away, letting Ghostbur catch his breath. It caught in his throat however, when Friend nosed his way under Ghostbur's yellow jumper, brushing against his soft belly.

"Friehehehend!" Ghostbur chirped through happy giggles, holding onto the sheep's wool and only making himself laugh harder as the fluffy coat tickled his palms.

Friend noticed the large mark etched into the side of Ghostbur's stomach and hesitantly brushed against it. Ghostbur squealed and fell over top of Friend's wool, scuffing his boots into the dirt as he laughed pure and sweet.

"Friehehend! Friehehehend! ThahahAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES!" He squeaked, laughing harder as his sweater rolled up more and Friend's wool brushed along his stomach and ribs. Not once did he push the sheep away however, laughing was nice, and the tickling felt kinda nice too.

Friend heard the slight strain of his companion's voice after a few minutes of tickling and backed off. He rested his head on Ghostbur's lap again and simply nuzzled the boy's lower abdomen gently. Ghostbur was lost in giggles, keeping his hands on the sheep's wool and resting his cheek on the blue fluff. His soft laughter tapered off slowly, his breathing evening though a smile stayed on his face. He sank into Friend's wool, cuddling the sheep close.