#lee!philip

Let's Play!

"Philipppp! I'm boredddd! Let's play!" The collector, manifested into a real-life child, said.

"No, I'm doing something right now. You need to be patient."

"I don't wanna be patient! I wanna do something now!" The collector grabbed his arm and shook him a little bit.

"Well then you have to do something without me." The child whined at this.

"I wanna play with you! Right now!" Belos simply ignored them for the present moment.

The child soon tired of whining and started poking him. In the cheek, on his shoulder, on his arm, everywhere.

"Will you stop?"

"Why?" Belos sighed. He hated the why game. It was played like this - The collector would constantly ask why until he was done with all of the questions and gave into whatever the collector wanted to play.

"Because-" One not well coordinated poke landed on his side, and he gave a little squeak.

He could still save this, maybe.

"What was that?" The child asks, poking him again. His muscles tensed as he inhaled sharply. "Did it hurt?"

"No-"

"Then why did you make that noise?" They began poking him in the same spot on his side over and over and over again.

"Collector, if you do not stop, I cannot finish up, which means I cannot play."

"But I wanna know why you made that noise!"

"It tickled. That is all." Belos said, trying not to sound flustered in any way.

Wow, a child could get an admission out of him through sheer annoyance. Pathetic.

"It tickled? What is tickled?" Belos was about to ask how they didn't know what tickling is. But, it kind of made sense. They were trapped as a shadow-like creature, unable to feel touch for hundreds of years.

"Let me finish what I'm doing and I'll show you." The child whined again, but tried to sit still. They did pretty well.

For a minute and a half.

They then went right back to poking Philip, this time adventuring up and and down his side, ribs, and hip bone. He tried to keep himself composed, but eventually, the tingling was the only thing he could focus on. But he would not break. Not in front of this annoyance of a child.

"Are you done? You stopped writing, you must be! Come on, let's play!"

"I'm never going to get done if you keep p-poking me like that." He gritted his teeth in an effort to not laugh. The collector stopped for a moment, thinking. Belos used the opportunity to speed run his paperwork, even though he was a little confused as to why they stopped.

"Philip! I remember this game!"

"Remember... what game?"

"The tickle game! Let's play let's play!" The collector immediately latched onto the older man, tickling his sides.

"No! You i-incorrigible child, get off!" Belos clumsily fell out of his chair, knocking his staff out of his reach.

"Come on Philly! You need to laugh more anyways!"

"N-no! Collector I will- noahahaha!" He tried to hold himself together, but it was pointless. The child would have their fun, would force him to participate as long as they wanted.

It wasn't awful though. It was true, he didn't laugh often, barely even smiled. Allowing himself to let go, even if it was somewhat forced, was kind of nice.

But admitting to it, well. He'd rather throw himself into the Boiling Sea before doing that. Especially to the child, who now had a body, which would definitely be used to tickle him silly.

Moving upwards. Towards his worst spot. His armpits.

"Wahahait! Nahahahaha! Ohoho myhyhy TihihihITAHAHAN THAHAHAHAT TIHIHICKLES!"

"That's kind of the point!" The collector giggles at him.

"COHOHOHOLLECTOHOHOR- NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!" He dissolved into pure hysterics, unable to form comprehensible words anymore, when they attack his armpits.

Titan, he hated this. He hated being a flustered, blushy, giggly, crying mess, due to the hands of a child. A star child that has the powers of a God, maybe, but nonetheless, a child. He hated that there was nothing he could do about the almost unbearable tingles of electricity shooting through his body, causing him to squirm around fruitlessly. He didn't hate the tickles themselves, though. Just the fact that he could be rendered a defenseless giggly puddle of ticklish nerves under the hands of a mere child. He was emperor, for Titan's sake. He was supposed to be always alert, always ready. But now he couldn't even control his own laughter.

"I'm not hearing a stop~" The collector teased. Well of course he wouldn't beg for mercy. That's a low that even he wouldn't go to. Even while being a sensitive pile of nerves that was tingling all over. At that point, he might as well just jump off the highest peak of the Isles. "Oh, stop fighting it Philip! We both know you love this!"

"IHIHI- I DOHOHON'T YOU IHIN- IHIHINSUFFERABLE CHIHIHILD!" He screamed, as they moved one hand down to tickle his hip, and the other stayed to cause as much giggly chaos in his brain as possible.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Keep telling yourself that. Eventually you'll come to realize that you're wrong!" They slowed their hands, and their head tilted with a smile. The break was needed and well-deserved. But it didn't feel like a slow wind down, like they were done completely, so Belos was a little bit skeptic, but took the time to breathe.

Then he felt his shirt get pushed up. He crossed his arms over his stomach.

"Nohoho." But the kid looked so excited, like a puppy who hadn't seen their owner in a while. They grabbed his hands, and both of them were surprised when Belos' arms gave almost no resistance at all to being pushed to the side.

"Ready? This is the most fun part!" The child bent down and blew a raspberry on his tummy.

The sensations from those things were utterly horrible. It was so much, he could barely manage one. He screamed, it was so bad. He loved it, yes, but the raspberry things were too much to bear.

So when the collector gained his breath to do another one, it was no wonder why Belos decided to squirm away. Or, try to, in his weakened state.

"No wait, one more! One more and I'll stop if you want!" Belos shook his head no. "You... don't want me to stop after one more?"

"Cohohohollector, plehehehease-" Oh no. Now he was begging. The Emperor couldn't stand a few tickles, how pathetic. It's a good thing no one else knew about this. Belos would have their head if anyone else knew. "Plehehehease stohohohop!"

"Mmm... okay." They blew one more raspberry, it was a long one, before they sat back up and pulled his shirt down.

Belos felt tears run down his red face, and he wiped them away quickly.

"Wait, I didn't mean to make you cry! Don't be sad, I'm sorry-"

"Yohoho- You're ohokay." Belos sat up and grabbed their hand, patting it. "Hahahahappy tehehears, rihihight?" The collector looked up at his face, before tackling him to lay down again, this time hugging him. Belos hit the floor with a grunt, before hesitantly wrapping his arms around the kid.