#lee!purpled

Punz is referred to with he/them pronouns.

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“Do they hear? Like what do the do?”

“No they don’t-They’re not ears!”

Mercenaries never really had time to spend with others. It was hard to form a relationship with someone when you might be paid the next day to get rid of them. Made friendships hard.

So who better to spend time with than another mercenary?

Punz and Purpled weren’t exactly friends, but they had a mutual respect for each other. Both going in to the same line of work meant they understood their lifestyles. If they could talk friendly one day and then be killing one another the next they both knew it wasn’t anything personal.

“Well then what’s the point of them?” Punz was studying over Purpled’s antennae which stood atop the alien boy’s forehead. He had given them a wary look, watching them twitch and shift before he asked about them.

Even at the mention of his antennae, Purpled felt them twitch and flutter. They sat over the top of his head, growing out of the top of his forehead  and poking through his fluff of hair. Usually Purpled kept them folded under his hair when meeting with people but today they were unhidden in his absent-mindedness. Perhaps even in a bit of trusting.

But Punz’ stare set something off in Purpled, and the antennae twitched again. “I’ll hide them if you want…” Purpled gave a slow shrug, curling them back to hide under his hair.

“What? No! I didn’t mean it like that!” Punz quickly corrected their tone. A wash of guilt overcame them when they saw Purpled shrink away, holding back his antennae. “They’re fine. I was just curious. Come on…”

With slight hesitance, Purpled unfolded the fluffy sensors again. He stretched them out straight, the tips shaking themselves out before settling again. Punz was watching them, curious but trying to keep their expressions more neutral.

“So do you…mind if I ask about them?” Punz asked cautiously this time.

Purpled gave a slow but firm nod. “Yeah, sure.”

“Okay…what do they do?”

Purpled held back his snort. One of the antenna twitched in amusement. “It’s like an extra sense. Like…feeling the air and stuff. I can feel the humidity of the air, or the pressure in a room. Sometimes if I focus, I can feel the slightest movements someone makes.”

Punz blinked with genuine surprise. “Oh wow…” He leaned back slightly on the grass he and Purpled were sat on. “Guess that comes in real handy for your work, huh.”

“It certainly helps.” Purpled grinned. His antennae flicked and moved, this time deliberately catching Punz’ attention. He chuckled watching the mercenary’s eyes follow them around as though they were captivated.

“Can I touch them?” The question blurted out of Punz before he really meant to. Of course he was going to ask it, but he’d hoped to word it in a better way. From the expression over Purpled’s face, Punz’ knew he should have took the time to word it better.

“I don’t know…”

“Are they frail?” Punz studied the feelers as they twitched. They moved more subtly now, and curled as though shy.

“Not…sort of. They’re really sensitive to touch.”

“Does it hurt? I promise I’ll be careful!”

Purpled thought it over. Punz could see the thoughts turning in his head before he finally nodded. “Yeah okay… Just be really careful.”

The alien tilted his head down, facing his antennae closer to Punz’ outstretched hand. Punz’ finger touched the tip of one of the feelers with the softest touch they’d ever used in their life. They could feel the fluff on the end of the antenna twitch to the sensation before reaching out, as though it was curious. The soft feelers almost tickled. Punz’ finger prickled with sensitivity before growing used to it.

The feelers were purple, which was no surprise, but they were a softer colour than Purpled’s usual colour scheme. They stood out nicely against his pale blonde hair.

Punz’ extended his finger, feeling more of sensor with a careful gentleness. When his finger brushed close to the base of the antenna, just brushing along Purpled’s hair, the alien twitched back.

Punz pulled his hand back quickly. “Did I hit a nerve?” He worried for a moment he might have accidentally hurt Purpled, even though he knew he was using the softest touch. Perhaps alien anatomy was different.

“No!” Purpled squeaked. “Noho…” The antennae curled against his hair, shying from Punz’ finger before straightening again. “I told you they’re just…sensitive. Really sensitive.”

“Oh…” Punz’ voice dragged on as he pieced together his thoughts. It didn’t hurt, but it got some reaction. Purpled made a noticeable twitch and his voice wavered.

Punz gave a small grin, but he kept it out of view from Purpled’s sight. When the younger mercenary had calmed and was comfortable again, Punz moved. He kept his touch light, but this time when he reached the base again he deliberately wiggled his finger, grinning when Purpled squeaked again. Only this time Punz pressed on, wiggling his finger faster and following Purpled when the alien tried to shrink away.

“P-Puhuhunz!” Purpled giggled, kicking his legs out from the kneeling position under him and trying to shuffle, but Punz just followed.

“The word you’re looking for is ‘ticklish’, Purpled.” Punz chuckled, following Purpled’s movement when he started to actually try and escape. “Your antennae are ticklish.”

“N-Noho thehey’re nohohot-Puhuhunz! Stahahap!!!”

Purpled scrambled back, before shaking his head out of Punz’s reach and trying to make a break for it. He didn’t get far as Punz got a good grip on the back of his hoodie. With no effort at all Purpled was yoinked back, hitting against Punz’ chest. Before his hands had any chance to defend himself, Punz had grabbed them. They were pinned down to his sides and trapped as Punz’ legs wrapped around his waist, crossing over his stomach. Purpled tried to pull and wiggle out but his arms were stuck, completely immobile as he felt Punz touch over his antenna again.

“Pretty bad to be in the mercenary business and have super ticklish antennae.” Punz chuckled. Their thumb caressed over the back of the feeler. It wasn’t ticklish just yet, but knowing it was coming made every nerve in Purpled’s body on high alert.

“Puhunzzzzzz…” Purpled wiggled.

“Quite a bad weakness for your line of work. What if someone you’re after finds this out? All they have to do is give you a little tickle and you’re completely useless.”

“Ihi’m nohohot-NA! Nohohoho!! Puhuhuhunz! Dohohohon’t!!!”

Punz wiggled their finger up and down the antenna. While Purpled was having trouble moving and getting away it didn’t stop his feeler from twitching and trying to stretch out of Punz’ reach. It didn’t really matter much when Punz just easily followed it. They relentlessly followed the antenna like they were on a hunt, never letting it get a moments rest while Purpled giggled and wiggled back into Punz’ chest.

“Tickle, tickle…” Punz cooed, his usually deep voice was unusually playful and warm. Not at all helped he whispered it right into Purpled’s ear, the breath and stubble on Punz’ chin tickling the alien more.

“N-Nohoho! Stohohohop! PuhuhuHUHUHAHAHAHAHA!!! PUHUHUNZ PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE!!!”

Punz tickled near the top of of Purpled’s antenna. It flicked back out of range of Punz’ finger and Punz let him have a moment of rest. He blinked in surprised, shocked at such a reaction as Purpled slumped against his chest.

“You went insane.” Punz half laughed, and grinned. “What would happen if both of them were tickled?”

Purpled’s slumped body suddenly turned ridged and struggled in Punz’ hold. “NohoHOHO! Puhunz!!! Dohohon’t! P-Pleheahase! Ihihi cahahan’t-N-NOHOHOHO!!!”

Punz’ other hand raised up. So far it had been lightly holding around Purpled’s chest, helping to keep the alien still, but now both hands were approaching the antennae; fingers wiggling as Punz taunted: “Tickle, tickle, tickle…”

Purpled’s squealing pleas of mercy turned in to screams of laughter once Punz’ fingers made contact. Wiggling and tickling over the tip of the feelers and sending Purpled into a frenzy. The younger mercenary tried to shake them off, shaking his head back and forth and twisting in Punz’ hold but Punz kept following, relentlessly hunting and tickling just under the fluffed tips.

They only stopped when Purpled had managed to gain enough strength to knock the two mercenaries over. He twisted enough to knock them both on their sides. Punz was so surprised his legs uncurled, but even without being held down, Purpled was too weak to move. He curled up, giggling into his hoodie sleeves as his antennae quickly curled and folded back into his hair.

“N-Nohoho mohohore…” Purpled giggled. “P-Pleheahase…”

“You’re fine, you baby…” Punz uncurled his leg from around Purpled’s waist, pulling the one out from under him as he grunted. “Damn you’re ticklish. I didn’t know someone could scream that loud from tickling.”

Punz grinned as he saw the tips of Purpled’s ears turn red. He curled up further, his arms and hands covering over his head as though protecting his antennae from another attack. “Stohohop!”

“I’m not going for you again.” Punz gave him a half-hearted assurance while he rubbed over Purpled’s back. “You might want to get that weakness looked at though. Be veeeeery bad if anyone found out about it.”

Punz saw the antenna under Purpled’s pale hair twitch. His cheeks glowing as he peeked out from behind his sleeves to Punz, watching him slowly grin. “D-Dohon’t…”

“I wouldn’t, Purpled! I would never!” Punz put a hand over his chest, his voice over exaggerated in offence. “The idea you’d even think I would offends me… However...”

“Nohoho!”

“I mean, you know me. If someone paaaaaid me to tell them a weakness of yours then maaaaybe I’d let it slip.”

“Yohou behetter nohohot!” Purpled uncurled from his safety hoodie, pushing himself to sit up.

“I mean, money talks Purpled. You know that.” Punz shrugged. “You’d do the same thing.”

“I would not! I don’t even know your weaknesses!”

“That seems like a you problem.” Punz chuckled. “Wait! What if Quackity found out!”

Purpled’s whole face turned red. “You wouldn’t!”

“How would would the leader of Las Nevadas feel that his big bad mercenary has ticklish antennae. Would be a damn shame!”

“Dohon’t you DAHARE!”

The energetic boy was running circles around Ranboo, like a wild animal freed from its cage. An unexpected thunderstorm had imprisoned the SMP members inside their own shelters. But, the storm had just temporarily paused. Naturally, they decided to take a quick walk around the SMP before the storm would come back.

Friendly gray clouds hung above the empty fields and the vast ruins of the server. Tubbo skipped with exitement, taking huge breaths of the fresh, earthy air while nudging Ranboo to speed up from his sluggish pace. Ranboo had just been woken up from a nap, where he had a dream about the clouds clearing and having a picnic in a bright field with his best friends, being blasted by warm, welcoming sunlight. The same dim path that he had walked thousands of times wasn't the least of what he expected.

Purpled had also taken this opportunity to take a step outside, and although he wasn’t feeling nearly as energetic as Tubbo, he still needed to be uncomfined from the limited space indoors. The outside air was like a cold, refreshing, lemonade on a humid summer day compared to the stuffy, reused air that he had been breathing for days.

When Purpled saw Tubbo and Ranboo in the near distance, he sped up his walking just a little to match their pace. He had seen and heard a lot about the duo but haven’t talked to them for a while now, so Purpled wanted to see what they were up to since Tubbo seemed like he was dragging the corpse of Ranboo down the path.

“C’monnn Booooo we haven’t walked together in foreverr” Tubbo urged, trying to get Ranboo to move faster.

“Wha- It’s been like two days!”

“Hey, w- what’s up?” Purpled interrupted. He fiddled with his fingers inside his hoodie pocket, repeating his own words inside his head.

Ranboo made a small, surprised gasp and his head immediately turned to face the unexpected follower, his startled look further adding to Purpled’s nervousness “O- Oh hey! Me and Tubbo are just going on a walk.”

"If you could count how quickly he's going a walk." Tubbo muttered under his breath. "Anyways, wanna join us?"

"Hey-!" Ranboo blurted. "You can't just wake me up from a nap and expect me to be skipping around-"

Purpled gave a friendly chuckle at the playful duo, a wave of refreshing relief washing over him as he quickly accepted Tubbo's offer.

"So uh, what've you guys been up to?" Purpled questioned as they strolled down the oddly quiet path. The awkwardness began to rise as the silence became louder. The quiet ruffling of the trees and mobs were noticably missing. The wind had paused and the mobs were hiding.

"Tryna get this idiot to move." Tubbo answered, giving Ranboo a few pokes to the side in an attempt to get him to move at a more reasonable pace.

Ranboo squeaked. It sounded like the chirp of a mouse but as loud as a quiet clap. But it made him speed up. And the others noticed. Purpled smirked mischeviouisly in interest and gave Ranboo a poke himself.

"HEhey-" Ranboo began to protest playfully "It's eight in the morning! Leheave me alone"

Purpled looked at his watch and read "It's nine-thirty!" He also took the opportunity to give Ranboo another poke, seeing that Tubbo was doing it too.

"hEhEY-! GUhuhUys-!" Ranboo half- heartedly protested. The pokes sent small little sparkles of tickles through his sides, making him flinch and squirm. Ranboo decided to poke Purpled back.

Purpled's breath hitched, trying his best to hide his reaction from the poke. Hoping that Tubbo would just ignore that it happened and assume that he wasn't ticklish, a small part of him wished otherwise, and that small part of Purpled was the part that got what it wanted.

The tables turned as quick as Purpled's eyes could flick to the playfully evil smirk on Tubbo's face, and soon Ranboo's as well.

Purpled held his hands up in defense, flashing an expression of a deer in headlight that quickly morphed into giddy anticipation.

"W- Wahait- Tubbo- Ranboo-" Purpled's eyes glanced around for places to run or hide behind "We can t- talk about thihis, r- right?"

Tubbo pushed Purpled in an attempt of getting him to the ground, but he missed. Purpled tried to take advantage of the opportunity to turn it to Tubbo but Ranboo snuck behind Purpled and tripped him before he could do anything.

One second, Purpled was standing, the other, Purpled was in the soft, damp grass next to the path.

Ranboo straddled Purpled while Tubbo held his wrists above his head. Purpled knew he could escape, his years in Bedwars had made him able to escape almost anything, but he decided not to, and his realization that he wanted to be tickled made his cheeks heat up to a light dust of pink.

"Wow, blushing already?" Ranboo commented with a mischievous expression behind his mask as he wiggled his fingers on top of Purpled's tum teasingly.

Purpled suppressed a whine, having his arms pinned over his head and the teases was the most flustering thing he had felt in so long.

"Y- You're a bihitch." Purpled giggled, now provoking Ranboo to get on with it.

And Ranboo got on with it.

Fingers looking to induce the most ticklishness possible dug into Purpled's sides and tummy, quickly and lightly scribbling.

Purpled might've squealed.

Really really loudly squealed.

And it was absolutely adorable.

"Am I still a bitch?" Ranboo chuckled.

"YEHEHEHEAH-!" Purpled provoked, only leading to Ranboo speeding up and spreading to his ribs.

Tubbo got bored of just sitting there and holding Purpled's wrists, so he decided to make himself moee useful.

Like a vulture scanning for prey (or a pigeon looking for leftover fries depending on who you ask) Tubbo stood up and sat on Purpled's shins without a word.

Purpled's arms shot down to push at Ranboo's hands while Tubbo unlaced Purpled's sneakers, which he still hadn't caught on to.

When Purpled did notice, it was already too late.

"WAHAHAIT! TUBBOHOHO NO!" Purpled shouted when he felt Tubbo's fingers trace over his sensitive arches.

Instead of stopping, Tubbo took this as his cue to scribble in random directions all over Purpled's sole.

"Am I still a bitch?" Ranboo asked with an almost bored tone, just to mess with Purpled of course.

He hesitated for a few seconds, before finally giving in to the unbearable tickles. "FIHIHINE! YOHOHOURE NOHOT A BIHIHITCH!"

The fingers stopped as soon as Purpled admitted defeat.

Tubbo and Ranboo both sat next to Purpled, who laid in the grass as a puddle of soft giggles.

But then, a few drops of rain landed on the new friends, who were previously just sitting and listening the aftergiggles of Purpled.

"We should go home" Ranboo muttered

Without needing to say any words, Purpled swiftly put his shoes back on, and all three of them walked to their own houses, happy and satisfied with their "walk".

Eventually, the laughter and yelling died down and Las Nevadas went back to calm (well, as calm as it gets). Charlie was still curious and seeking answers to what Quackity was doing to Purpled, as it looked quite fun as he learned quickly that laughter is a positive thing friends do together.

He walked around, peeking in each room he came across until he stepped in front of the door of Quackity’s office. Charlie knocked on the door, smiling as he heard his best friend inside. “Can I come in, Quackity?” He asked sweetly, excited to see his friend. “Of course, come in!” Quackity smiled fondly, permitting him.

The door flung open, the boy running to Quackity to pull him into a hug. “Alright, alright.” Quackity laughed, unfolding Charlie’s arms that were tight around him. “Okay, I’ve been thinking. Very hard, in fact. What were you and Purpled doing earlier?” Charlie asked straight to the point, pushing his glasses up that was a bit tilted from the tight hug.

“I was giving him a piece of my mind for trying to cheat against me in a game of cards.” Quackity chuckled softly, organizing more papers on his desk. “Cheat?! That’s no good!” Charlie put his hands on his hips, tilting his head down to look at his friend. “And that’s exactly why I tickled him.” He smiled up at Charlie.

“Tickled?” He asked, putting a finger to his chin. “You don’t know what tickling is? Ohoho…” Quackity devilishly giggled, then cleared his throat. “I mean- I can show you, but at your own risk.” He offered, the slime hybrid immediately shaking his head excitedly. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you though! Alright, can you lay down over there for me? It’ll make it easier.” Quackity motioned towards the couch in his office.

Charlie obliged, practically skipping towards the soft couch and laying down. “This should be fun.” Quackity thought out loud, before going over to Charlie. In all honesty, Quackity is expecting Charlie to either not be ticklish because hell, can a slime even be ticklish? Or just dip out immediately, because that’s what most people do when tickled.

“Reeeady?” Quackity drew out, wiggling his fingers over Charlie’s sides. The confused boy nodded, moving his hands out of the way. Right as his fingers made contact with Charlie’s sides, he immediately squealed and laughed out. Though, as he squirmed out of instinct, he never tried to squirm away.

“Ah, so you are ticklish!” He exclaimed, his fingers drumming against Charlie’s upper ribs. “Ihit- *hic* feheheels fuhuhunny!” Light-hearted laughter poured out of the hybrid, the sensation new but it honestly felt nice.

“Yeah? I bet it does. How does this feel, though?” The casino owner sniggered evilly as he fluttered his nails down his ribs, then tracing into his waist. “Feheheels nihihice…” Charlie’s sugar-sweet giggles filled up the room. Quackity paused, sitting up with an eyebrow raised.

Charlie stumbled on his words, stuttering nervously. “I- Is thahat a bahad thing?” He panicked, still feeling the sensation of a few fingers continuously wiggling around his side. “No- no. It’s not, definitely not. It’s endearing if you ask me.” Quackity smiled down at his friend, putting his other hand to use and gently squeezing his hip. Happy laughs emitted from Charlie again, untensing his body as he enjoyed himself.

“Charlie- I do have one question, though.”

“Whahahat is ihihit?”

“How many ribs do you have? Y’know, as a good friend I need to make sure that you have all of them.”

“I dohohon’t k- knohohow?” Charlie giggled as Quackity playfully clicked his tongue and shook his head, properly straddling him. “I’m gonna count them then, alright? If you dare push me away then I’ll have to start alllll over, got it?” For emphasis, Quackity dragged his nails down all of his ribs and wiggled them along Charlie’s lower ribs.

Charlie nodded, his laughter growing as excitement overtook him. Quackity internally ‘awwed’ at the sight, but not letting himself get all soft as he massaged his fingers into Charlie’s lowest ribs. “QuahAHACKITY!” The hybrid’s laughter grew as his friend’s hands slowly rose to his ribcage, starting to feel more and more sensitive.

“Charlie!” Quackity playfully retorted, looking up at Charlie’s face then cooing at the sight. Charlie’s cheeks were bright green, and his hair was messy and disheveled, while his glasses were crooked on his face and tipping off his nose. He was adorable, to say the least.

“N’awww, is somebody having fun?” Quackity teased, a smirk growing on his face. “Does somebody love the tickles? This is so much fun!” Charlie swore he felt something flutter in his stomach. Is that what butterflies were that everyone talks about? The name matches, that’s for sure.

Wanting to be honest to his best friend, Charlie nodded as his face grew an even brighter hue. “I’m so glad, I could honestly listen to your laugh forever, y’know.” Quackity chuckled as his fingers finally reached near the top of Charlie’s ribs. His laughter grew hiccupy and squeaky, a sweet spot being hit.

“It’s sohoho… hahahAHAPPY!” Charlie squealed as fingers continued to vibrate into his top ribs. “Happy?” Quackity asked, tilting his head. This boy was going to be the death of him, Quackity decided. “YEHEHAH! HAHAP- *snort* HAHAPPY!” Charlie nodded, smiling with content.

This went on for a bit until Quackity thought that Charlie deserved some sort of ‘Grand Finale’. “I think I know someone that wants to meet you, Charlie.” Quackity tittered, his smile growing. “A nehehew friehend?” He smiled excitedly when Quackity nodded. “Yep! It is I, the tickle monster!” Quackity said in a booming voice, wiggling claw hands at Charlie.

“Wh- where’s Quahackity?!” Charlie’s eyes widened, staring at who is now apparently the ‘tickle monster’. “Whahat did you doho to my friend?!” He panicked, Quackity unable to keep up the act as he burst out laughing. “Don’t worry Charlie, it’s me! I was Quackity the whole time!” He giggled, smiling at the relaxed sigh from Charlie. “You scared me, friend!” He exclaimed.

“I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you.” Quackity smiled, sneaking his hands up Charlie’s t-shirt to dance his fingers along his belly. Charlie couldn’t stay grumpy for long as his adorable giggles started up again, filling the room with the feeling of fondness and happiness.

“Hey Charlie, out of curiosity- do you know what a raspberry is by any chance?” Quackity asked, pausing his fingers. “N- Nohoho? I dohon’t think soho!” He tilted his head like a curious puppy, making the other chuckle to himself. “Alright, prepare yourself then.” Quackity laughed before leaning his head down, earning a confused look from Charlie.

Before Charlie knew it, a raspberry was blown right in the center of his belly, the vibrations from it shooting through every nerve in his body. “QUAHAHAHACKITY!” Charlie convulsed, his back involuntarily arching in surprise. He felt Quackity smile into his stomach before blowing yet another raspberry. Another shriek escaped the hybrid, gently pushing at the tickler’s head.

“Quackity are yo- oh. Alright.” Purpled paused in the doorway, his antennae drooping down a bit in surprise at the sight, and sound in that fact. “Oh, came back for round two, bud?” Quackity raised an eyebrow at the boy in the purple hoodie, his antennae immediately flicking up. “No, I am not doing a stupid round two, you ass. I came for revenge, obviously!” He sassed, crossing his arms.

“Alright Charlie, how about I teach you how to tickle someone, yeah? Seems like fun?” Quackity urged, smiling at the slime hybrid. “I get to make my other friend laugh? Yes! Teach me, Quackity!” He excitedly sat up and approached the alien, who decided to bolt.