#ler!flins

“Mahahaybehehe ihihi juhust wahahant yohour hahahands ohohon mehehe.”

Scratch that.

“You seriously talk too much,” Flins says, digging into the divots of Varka’s ribs.

“FLIHIHINS! WAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEREAHAHAHA!”

“Is it really that bad?”

I swear I’m doing this wrong. Why is he laughing so much?

“YEHEHES! IHIHIHIT’S BAHAHAHAD!”

“Are you sure? What about here?” He asks, clawing at his stomach.

“FLIHIHINS! I’M GOHOHOHOING TO DIEHEHEHE!”

I’m actually doing this correctly?

“I have to admit, I never thought you would be ticklish or even this ticklish. What would happen if someone were to discover the oh so great grandmaster Varka is ticklish, hmm?” he teased, getting more comfortable in the role.

“FLAHAHAHAIHIHINS! STAHAHAHAP TEHEHEHEASING! GAHAHAHAHA!” A blush started forming on his cheeks, and it wasn’t from the tickling.

Their eyes met for a second, and even though it was only for a second, both of them felt something. Teary, azure eyes reflected in golden, glowing irises igniting the same thought in their minds:

How did I fall in love with a handsome man like you?

Flins unconsciously slowed his tickling until he stopped altogether as he gazed at Varka with a lingering look on his face.

Varka took the opportunity to take in gulps of air, panting before catching Flins’s eyes again, feeling his face heating up once more. The teasing words that were on his lips left him as he felt vulnerable beneath him, as if he could read him like an open book.

“F-Flinny, you can stop looking, y-y’know.”

Flins was the first to move, pushing Varka down to the ground and towering over him with his hands on both sides of his head. The confident man that Varka was completely went out the window as he felt his heart pound in his chest, staring into those moonlike eyes.

“I don't know what made me fall in love with you,” Flins started. “Was it your physique? Your teasing words? Your care and affection? Your passion to want the moon? Your unyielding strength in the darkest of times?”

Flins took a deep breath, lowering himself closer and knocking their foreheads and boring into those sapphire eyes.

“I don't know, but I do know I want to spend my life with you. To have these moments. That's all I want.”

His lips hovered over Varka’s, their breaths mingling together.

“May I?”

“Y-Yes,” Varka breathlessly breathed, tilting his head to slot his lips against Flins’s own.

“Mmm.”

“Mmphmm.”

Both of them melted into the kiss, any tension in their muscles slipping away as they got lost in each other. Varka parted his lips, letting out a low moan as Flins went in and sucked his tongue. Varka’s hands tangled themselves in Flins’s hair, sliding down his back and wrapping his arms around him, pulling him in impossibly more, and Flins cupped the back of his head, kissing him even deeper than before.

This went on for a couple of minutes, and before they knew it, they had to pull away and get some air in their lungs, much to their disappointment. Varka was the first to recover, seeing those glowing yellow eyes look at him as if the moon was casting its glow on him.

Then it dawned on him.

“You are the moon I've been wanting, Flins,” he said breathlessly, catching the way Flins’s breath hitched. “My radiant, glowing moon.”

He caressed his cheek, pulling him in for a short kiss before breaking away and patting his chest, beckoning Flins to rest on him which the lightkeeper willingly accepted.

“I didn't know it, you didn't know it, but our bodies felt the attraction for one another and pulled us in close. Now that I look at you, I'm glad I never gave up on my quest for the moon. They say it wasn't possible, but here we are. I've always been in love with the moon. I didn't know truly what the moon encompassed, but I wanted it. I realize now it's you I wanted. It's always been you, Flins. You’re the moonlight that keeps my heart going.”

He raked his fingers through Flins’s hair and Flins melted into it, the both of them content in the peaceful silence of the night and warm bodies of one another. The words of love being said through their actions.

“Hehehey, dohohon’t tohohouch thehere!”

Flins’s giggles rang through the air, making Varka pull his hands back in surprise.

“Ohoho, you’re ticklish?” Varka asked, flashing him his signature smirk, making Flins’s heart do somersaults.

“I— Uh—”

His brain was short-circuiting and barely noticed the change in his position until he was looking up at Varka, and damn, that smirk is sexy.

”It’s about time for my revenge, don’t you think?~”

“Wha— What?”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Wait! Nohohohoho!”

—————

Flins took the path he always wandered on while waiting for signs of the wild hunt. Maybe, because it's a part of his subconscious routine, it’s how Illuga managed to track him down so easily with questions about his curse.

“Flins, you can’t avoid this forever! Does my concern not matter to you in the slightest?” Illuga frowned, following behind Flins as the fae continued to walk forward. Unfortunately, unable to ignore the man behind him.

“I’m not avoiding anything, Master Illuga, it is simply not important. Nothing someone such as yourself needs to waste any more time on.” Flins replied nonchalantly, but his demeanour only worked to frustrate Illuga more.

“Why aren’t you taking this seriously! Please, Sir Flins. Just tell me, maybe I can help you reverse it, you are a good man who doesn’t deserve to be cursed.”

Flins walked a bit faster, but Illuga matched his speed from behind. “I’m sorry Master Illuga, but there is nothing you can do, and I mean that.” He said with complete honesty, because it was true. This was simply something he had to live with, Illuga shouldn’t waste his energy on this.

Illuga continued to pry, even if he was nervous to do so the other day. “Then at least let me share your burden, you can trust me, I promise...”

His tone sounded almost like a plea, words that came straight from his heart. It made Flins worry a bit himself, “…has my curse really been worrying you this much?”

Illuga felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach, “..Yes, Sir Flins.” He admitted freely, hoping his truthfulness would show how much he genuinely cares.

Flins let out a long sigh, now unable to ignore the shorter man’s relentless concern. He paused in his tracks without warning, making Illuga who was following close behind him almost crash into his backside.

Illuga stumbled back a bit, eyebrows furrowed. Flins turned around to face him, maintaining his gentle expression. “Master Illuga, is there anything I could say to you that might alleviate your concerns? Anything?” He questioned, having run out of ways to say ‘I'm fine’ to the smaller.

“The full truth.” Illuga said immediately, his voice both hesitant and unwavering, crossing his arms over his chest. “I won’t drop this, not until I know for sure that you’re alright.” Flins’ eyes widened a bit at his stubborn, unshakeable attitude. He paused for a moment, before his lips shifted into a small smile.

He walked beside Illuga, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Okay, I get it. I understand.” He nodded, accompanied by a gentle laugh. “You’re worried, and I get that, but I promise, you don’t need to be.”

He looked up at the taller man with a frown, “no, I don’t think you do get it Sir Flins—” Illuga tried to reply, only to be cut off by Flins.

“…So with that, please, Master Illuga, relax a bit, would you?” Flins spoke softly, his gaze just as gentle as he swiftly pulled Illuga’s back against his chest. Holding him tightly with one arm, while the other started poking around the smaller’s waist.

Illuga’s eyes widened, overcome with a mix of emotions that soon replaced the ones he had been bothering Flins with. He felt butterflies swarm in his stomach, heat rise to his cheeks, and laughter bubble up in his throat. “W-What are you?!” He gasped, a nervous smile tugging at his lips.

“I heard laughter is great for relieving anxiety, maybe it might work for you?” He snickered, his hand trying to find a sweet spot to make the worried light keeper absolutely collapse with laughter.

“S-Sir Flins! You can’t just— PFFAhahaha!” His sentence was cut short by a string of giggles when Flins found a particularly sensitive spot on his tummy. Illuga quickly covered it, not allowing those playful fingers any further access. “Yohohou can’t just tickle your way out of this?!” Illuga yelled at the absurdity of it, but Flins only giggled.

“Are you sure? I’d say, it’s looking like I can.” He argued back, dropping his hold on Illuga as both hands now went on the attack. He managed to worm his fingers under Illuga’s hands that were tightly protecting his weak spot, watching with fond eyes as a puff of air escaped from the young master's stubborn lips. Followed by panicked, bubbly laughter that could melt even the coldest of hearts.

“Ahahahaha! Nononohoho— Sihihir!” He curled around Flins’ hands, squeaking and kicking dirt with his heel when Flins dug a bit deeper into the spot. Flins’ heart warmed at the sound of his adorable, genuine laughter. Along with the endearing reactions Illuga couldn’t control, Flins couldn’t help himself from letting another amused giggle slip by.

“That’s it, just laugh your worries away..” He joked, one of his hands reaching up to dig under his jaw, gently wiggling his fingers under the spot.

Illuga squealed, a sound that instantly made him blush a bright pink. “KYAhahahaHA! Stahahap thahahat!” He complained, but his tone sounded so light-hearted and happy that it only worked to encourage Flins. Illuga’s shoulders scrunched up and trapped his hand, his knees starting to buckle.

“You dohohon’t really thihink this will wohohork, do yohohou?!” He argued, but knew deep down that there was no convincing Flins otherwise.

Flins scritched his nails gently around his belly button, circling around the spot. His loud laughter melting down into panicked giggles, swaying his hips from side to side in a weak attempt to escape. “I think it's already working, Master Illuga. You seem a lot less stressed already.” He disagreed softly, before scratching the side of his belly button.

“FLIHIHIHINS!” He gasped, shocked by how badly it tickled. That touch was all it took for Illuga’s legs to completely give out on him, sinking down onto the soft grass with Flins following after him, laying him flat on his back and resuming his tickling, this time starting to squeeze at his sides.

He burst out into another fit of laughter, arching his back before the squeezes became rapid, starting to squirm frantically from side to side, “Eeehehehee! I cahahan’t belieeheheve you!” Illuga cursed, even in this position.

“How cute.” Flins giggled, watching as Illuga was— dare he say? Starting to smile genuinely. “Y’know, I heard rumours that the respectable Master Illuga was ticklish, but I didn’t think it’d be this true.”

Illuga blushed, so Flins tickling him wasn’t just a game of chance— he was tickled by his friends and coworkers a lot, but he never realized this silly fact about him got spread around so much to the point that even Flins heard.

“Dohohon’t tehehell me thahahat…!”

“You’re right, I'm talking far too much, aren’t I? When I should just be tickling you more instead.” Flins joked, latching onto his hips and massaging the bone in a way that would make anyone feel ticklish.

“WAHAHAhahahait!” He screamed, falling flat on his back as his chin tipped up, head thrown back with laughter. His legs, still kicking adorably against the ground.

Flins tickled him to the point that his mind felt like mush, lost in his own laughter. The taller's touch would soften, but it all still felt so damn ticklish to Illuga, the smallest poke or scribble enough to make the man laugh.

Illuga wasn’t tired by any means and wasn’t necessarily begging for Flins to stop. So he was pretty confused when the tickling came to an end, Flins’ fingers retracting away.

As he laid on the grass, still letting out aftermath giggles— Illuga cursed it, but in all honesty, he thought to himself about how much fun that was. Being tickled like that, and just maybe… he did feel just the tiniest bit more relaxed.

He laid an arm over his forehead, opening his eyes and being met with a gentle expression from Flins. “Jeheheez..” He giggled, his chest rising and falling as he tried to wipe away the stupid grin being tickled had caused.

He had no idea that Flins was far from done with him. “While I'm giving you a break, I want you to think carefully.” Flins started, Illuga instinctively covering his tummy with his hands at the word ‘break’

“You have two choices. Either… I’ll stop tickling you when and if you promise to stop worrying. Or, when and if I decide that you’ve laughed and relaxed enough.”

“What do you mehehean if you decihihide?!” He questioned his wording in a lighthearted panic, giggling nervously. I mean, it’s not like Flins could tickle him forever, right?

Flins giggled, not surprised that Illuga was jumping to question him rather than fulfill that simple, easy promise. “You heard me.” He teased, raising his hands in the air menacingly, Illuga’s nervous laughter heightened at the mere threat of more tickling.

Yet, he found himself staying stubbornly silent when faced with these two options, well… silent if you ignore the endless stream of giggles Illuga let out at Flins’ fluttering fingers.

The fae laughed at how despite everything, his stubbornness stayed. “Hmm, alright then. You asked for this Master Illuga.” He narrowed his eyes playfully, his words laced with mischief.

Within seconds, Illuga’s laughter returned in full as Flins’ hands returned, shooting under his arms and lighting up with joy at the sight of how ticklish he was there. Despite Illuga now screaming with laughter, he hardly fought back against Flins, weakly holding his wrists instead.

Their silly interaction went on for a while longer, Illuga laughing his heart out and squirming endlessly back and forth on the grass. All while Flins stared down at him fondly, giggling alongside him as he found all the spots that made Illuga squeak.

In the end, Flins’ tickle attack didn’t end with either of the two options, instead, the pair were interrupted by two distress calls needing Ratnik immediately. They jumped into action quickly, going their separate ways.

Though, Flins would be blind not to notice how happy and relaxed Illuga looked while he waved goodbye. Still giggling a bit, yelling over a threat that “this wasn’t over.”

“Pft,” Flins heartily laughs at that.

“Hey!” Illuga pouts, slapping his chest. “Hmph. How about you!? Are you ticklish?”

He doesn’t wait for a response and squeezes the fae’s sides making the other choke on his laughing fit.

It was Flins’s turn to widen his eyes as Illuga’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

“Young mas—”

“You are!”

“Illug—ahahahaha!!”

Illuga’s legs, which were still wrapped around Flins, tightened their hold to prevent him from escaping as the owner of said legs tickled Flins’s sides again.

“How did I not know?!” Illuga says in awe as he delved his fingers underneath Flins’s coat and scratched at the clothed, sensitive skin.

“Mahahasteher !!! BWAHAHAHA! N-NONOHOHOHOHO!”

Flins jolted in Illuga’s grasp, instinctively trying to get away but Illuga’s legs held fast.

He’s got strong legs, Flins thought absentmindedly before screeching when Illuga tickled the divots of his ribs.

“How many times have I told you to not call me Master?!” Illuga huffed out but he was smiling fondly at the fae who tried to muffle his giggles and laughs.

“MAHAHAS— GAHAHAHA! NAHAHA! ILLUGAHAHA! TH-THAHAT WAHAHAS A SLIHIHIHIP OHOHOF THE TOHOHONGUE! IHIHIHILLUGAHAHAHA!”

“Tsk, ‘Slip of the tongue.’”

“IHIHIHIT WAHAHAS!!”

“…Fine.”

Illuga relented and Flins slumped forward, arms on either side of Illuga as he panted.

“Hohow mehean of you, Ihillug— Gahahahehey!”

Flins doubled over when the young Ratnik renewed his tickling, laughing into Illuga's collarbone.

“That was for you calling me ‘Master’ all the time. This,” Illuga smirks, sending shivers down Flins's spine. “This is for all the times you have teased me.”

“W-Wait!” Flins tried to plead. “WAHAHAHAIT! ILLUGAHAHAHA!”

“Nuh uh, Flins. I'm done waiting. You've kept me waiting long enough.”

With that, Illuga darted towards the fae's belly testing his sensitivity there which yielded squeaky giggles and laughs.

“IhiHIllugaHA!”

Flins held Illuga's wrists in his own stopping the tickling only for a second before Illuga somehow freed one hand and wrapped the other one around both of Flins’s wrists and started fluttering his fingers gently against Flins’s open palms.

“snort. N-Nohohot thEHehERE! snort.”

Flins giggled frantically, pulling at his wrists but Illuga held firm.

“You snort too? Cute.”

“Does this tickle your fancy, Flins?~”

“DOHOHOHON’T USEHE THAHAHAT PHRAHAHASE OHOHON MEHEHE!”

“And why should I not? You throw that phrase all the time. In fact, your way of speaking has rubbed off on me. I might even say that it, tickles my fancy.”

“SOHOHO, YOUHUHU LIHIHIKE IHIHIT WHEHEN I CAHALL YOU MAHAHASTER? !!! BWAHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHORRY! I’M SORRY! IHIHIHILLUGAHA!” Flins wheezed out.

“How can you be so smug at a time like this?” Illuga pouted, scribbling over … . “Just for that, an additional 5 minutes on top of the…20 plus-ish teases you’ve done so 5 minutes per tease so 100+ minutes~”

“N-NOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAVE MEHEHEHERCY! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T LAHAHAST THAHAT LOHOHONG!”

Illuga just rolled his eyes, ignoring Flins’s pleas.

“Maybe you should’ve considered not teasing me then,” he shot back.

For someone who’s as composed as Flins, the fae is really falling apart beneath his fingers. Plehehehease! Nohohohot thehehere! Ihihihit tihihickles! are just a few phrases that left Flins’s mouth and Illuga never felt so smug in his life as he pinched, scribbled, squeezed, and pretty much any tickle technique he could come up with that had Flins laughing helplessly.

“OKAY! OHOHOHOKAYYY! ILLUGAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIT’S TOO MUHUHUCH! STAHAHAHAP! I’M BEHEHEHGGING YOUHUHUHU! I’M REHEHEHEALLY SOHOHOHORRIEHEHE!!”

Illuga immediately stopped, slightly pouting at only getting to tickle Flins for 20ish minutes. He was definitely too greedy, wanting to hear his lover’s laughs. He should’ve paced the tickles a bit better but Flins’s laughter was so addicting! He was full on pouting now as he sighed inwardly, At least I got the chance.

“How are you so mean!?” Flins panted, collapsing on top of Illuga so that the two of them are sprawled over the table, making everything on the table fall to the floor.

“Sorry,” Illuga snickered, not sorry at all.

He pressed a kiss to Flins’s cheek.

“I just wanted to…see you smile…”

His voice grew quieter with each word. A blush spread across his cheeks as he looked away.

“Sincerely…again.”

Flins looked at Illuga as if he was the most precious thing in the world, which he actually is in Flins’s eyes.

“Oh, young master,” Flins tilted Illuga’s cheek towards him giving him a kiss on his cheek just like how Illuga had done to him. “You’ll get plenty of chances to see me smile.”

Flins finished with a soft smile that warmed Illuga’s heart as they met for a kiss on the lips.

“Though,” Flins murmured against his lips, pulling away and chuckling when Illuga chased his lips. “I want to hear you laugh~”

Illuga widened his eyes in confusion before realization hits and he started panicking.

“W-Wahait! N-No! Y-You can’t!”

“Was that a giggle?”

“N-Noho!”

Illuga attempted to crawl backwards off the desk but Flins just grabbed at his hips making him let out a squeaky giggle before being pulled back towards Flins.

“F-Flihihins! Please! I'm way too ticklish!"

The way Flins looked at Illuga made the young squad leader gulp.

“Ohh? Is that so?~” Flins cooed, making Illuga squirm. “Well, now you’ve piqued my interest, young master. I have to see exactly what too ticklish looks like~”

Illuga had no time to defend himself as Flins’s fingers descended upon him making him writhe in ticklish mirth on the desk.

*Flins somehow managing to slide Illuga’s coat off him and pinning Illuga down on the desk and tickling his back.

Illuga: How do you manage to get on my nerves all the time!?

Flins: It’s a different form of cuteness aggression.

“What?”

“It’s called cuteness provocation,” Flins elaborated. “I’m so fond of you I have to piss you off a little.”

Illuga’s mouth stood agape as Flins just blinked at him innocently.

“You’re lucky I love you.”