#ler!mc

Throughout your stay within the Devildom, you've come to realize just how lazy Mammon is. If you hadn't met Belphie (who's somehow way worse), you'd probably have thought Mammon was the avatar of sloth. Needless to say, this isn't the first time you've had to wake him up.

You hop up to his bedroom and knock on the door. There's no response for a few seconds before a voice is heard, slightly gravely from sleepiness. "Yeah...?"

Mammon's words are muffled, likely due to his face being pressed against his pillow. You smile to yourself at the mental image. "Lucifer needs you down in his office for something."

There's a groan. "This early?"

"It's noon," you snicker. Your comment receives no response, so you try again. "Can I come in?"

There's a lazy hum of affirmation, so you push open the door. You're met with the sight of Mammon laying on his stomach, his tank top riding up slightly to reveal the black bat wings attached to his back. His face is smushed against his pillow, just as you had predicted. Two small black horns rest on top of his head.

You step over and stand next to him bed, looking him over. "You're in your demon form."

He peeks up at you. "Mhm. Happens sometimes."

"While you're sleeping?" He hums and closes his eyes again, making you sigh. "If you don't get up, Lucifer's gonna end up ripping these little wings off." You lightly tap one of the wings peeking out under his tank top. It twitches, similarly to how a dog's ear would twitch when touched. You smile softly at the comparison.

"Okay, okay, I'm gettin' up. Just, like, gimme a minute."

So you give him a minute. You sit down next to him on the bed, absent-mindedly watching him as he lays there. And lays there... and lays there. Until you're pretty sure he just fell back asleep.

"Mammon." You say his name a bit more firmly this time, poking his spine where his wings meet.

At the poke, Mammon jumps and squeaks, quickly looking at you. "What?" He whines.

"You have to get up." You poke his side a few times, making him shrink away from you and swat at your hands, his mouth wobbling slightly at the ticklish feeling.

"I'm doin' it, I'm doin' it. Just give me a second."

"No, you're not. I'm not letting Lucifer get after me for not getting you. Come on."

Remembering how his wing had twitched when you tapped it earlier, you slip your hand under his tank top and flutter your fingers over the membrane. The texture honestly feels pretty cool, though you hardly even have enough time to form the thought before Mammon yelps and jerks away from you. "Hey! My wings are sensitive, y'know."

"Is that your way of saying they're ticklish?" You smirk, watching his face flush slightly.

"No... they're just, um, they get hurt easily. You have to be gentle." You're not sure if he's telling the truth about the second part, but he's definitely lying about what his words had meant.

"Did I hurt you when I touched them just now?" You raise an eyebrow, wanting to make sure.

He hesitantly shakes his head. "No..."

"Are you uncomfortable with me touching them?"

He groans into his pillow, hiding his face within it. "No."

"I see..." You squint down at him for a second, then experimentally move your hand back toward him, softly wiggling your fingers against the base of his wing.

Just like before, he yelps and jerks away from you. But this time, you put a palm on his back and press your weight down onto it, keeping him in place. He's more than strong enough to break free, of course, but that would require more effort than he wanted to put in.

As your fingers scribble over the base of his wing, he quickly dissolves into laughter, suddenly much more lively as he tries to reach behind himself to grab your hand. "Ahahaha- get offa me!"

"No can do, Mammon," you snicker, shaking your head with mock reluctance. As your fingers skitter over his spine, landing between his wings, pitchy, almost shrieking laughter leaves his lips. Despite the fact that he's not really trying to get away, the instinctive writhing underneath your weight makes it difficult to keep him still. You can't help but giggle at this.

"Nohoho, nonono, I'm sohohorry! I'm sorry!"

"Are you ready to get up now?" You switch to softly fluttering your fingers over his wing, and his laughter calms down to frantic giggling.

"Ehehehe, fine, I'll get uhuhup, whatever!" As soon as you pull away, Mammon collapses against his mattress, panting over-dramatically like he just ran a marathon. "You're evil..."

You just laugh and ruffle his hair. "Come on, can't the great Mammon handle a little tickling?"

The only response you get is a glare peeking out from behind the arms covering his face.

You smile at him. "You okay? Ready to go see Lucifer?"

He sighs so hard you'd think he was told he had to do Beel's dishes. However, he finally pushes himself up into a sitting position. "Yeah, yeah, I'm up. Just don't tell him about this."

You chuckle and ruffle his hair for a final time before standing up and heading out. "If you don't fix your hair, he'll probably be able to tell anyway."

He gapes at you. "You just messed it up!"

You huffed and nuzzled your face into his shoulder and made an "mmph" sound. "Not my fault you're so cute."

"You're cuter," Solomon responded casually.

"Nooooo," you wrapped your arms sleepily around him in protest.

The sorcerer placed a kiss on your head. "It's true."

"Absolutely not. Your face is the cutest in the three realms, especially when you smile..."

You grinned as you began to tickle his sides. With your arms already wrapped around him, you already had access to his torso.

You instantly felt Solomon's body react, quickly followed by his soft laughter.

"Hehehehey wahahahait" Solomon squirmed and half-heartedly tried to pry your hands off his sides.

"Wait for what?" You blinked at him with innocent eyes as the nimble fingers spidering over his midsection gained in speed.

"Nahahahahahah!" He threw his head back, a pink blush began to spread across his features.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sight before you. The way Solomon's eyes squeezed shut as he laughed, his giddy grin, and his bright laughter. It was all... So beautiful.

Your mind snapped back into reality when you felt a hand grab your wrist.

"Oh, you're in for it now," Solomon smirked, though his cheeks flushed and his hair had become disheveled.

"Sol, w-wait just a momen- AHAhahahahahaha nohohohoho," you dissolved into hopeless giggles as Solomon stretched your arm with the hand grabbing your wrist, and began to prod and pinch your exposed ribs and tummy with his free hand.

"EEHEHeheahahahahahaha Sohohohohol!" You squealed as Solomon moved his tickly fingers up to your outstretched underarm.

"Yes? What is it?" Solomon smirked as his fingers continued their work, "Is something wrong, love?"

"StAhahahahahahap! Yohohou're sohoho mEHEheahahan!"

Slowly, the tickles ceased. As you caught your breath, you felt Solomon's arms wrap around you, his own breathing gently tickled your ear.

"I didn't push you too far, did I?" The sorcerer murmured as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You shook your head. "Mm-mm. Actually..." You felt your face heat up from what you were about to say.

"Hm?" Solomon stopped stoking your head to give you his full attention.

"I wouldn't mind if.. you kept going..." You tucked your blushing face into his chest.

"Oh really? You are just too adorable... Of course." As Solomon spoke, you could've sworn that you could hear him smiling.

With his arms still wrapped around you, Solomon began to gently run his fingers up and down your sides, barely touching you.

"Mmpfeheheh," you squirmed slightly in Solomon's grip, your giggles slightly muffled from your face in his chest.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," Solomon whispered quietly, almost to the point of being inaudible. Before you could ask what he said, the tickling finger picked up their pace, making your giggles louder.

Your giggles grew to full laughter as the sorcerer began to scratch and trace your shoulder blades and neck.

"EEHEHEhehaha nOhohohOHOHO" You cackled and writhed in his grip.

"Hey now," Solomon teased, "you asked for this. Hold still."

"Mmmfehehehhahaha!" You tried to keep still, but your body was moving on its own.

You twisted and turned, soon to find your upper half hanging off the edge of the bed.

"Woah, careful-" Solomon's words were too late. You fell to the floor with a thump.

"Oof.." You groaned.

You saw Solomon's face peek over the bed to look at your defeated form.

"Well that was unexpected," Solomon smiled down at you, "are you alright?"

Whilst having an existential crisis on the floor, Solomon got down and joined you on the floor. You began to feel the fatigue catch up with you.

"Mmmm sleepyyy," you muttered as you rested your head on Solomon's shoulder.

The sorcerer chuckled. "It is late. Let's get to bed shall we?"

"Mmmmm" you felt yourself begin to slip away into a peaceful sleep.

“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.”

Here you were, sitting in the fourth strongest demon's room, reading one of his favourite series with him beside him on his own bed, exchanging smiles and laughs from the wonderous series, the silence was long yet sweet, the two of you comfortable in the silent embrace of eachother.

Before long, you could feel that Satan was falling asleep, having the book be left astray halfway through the chapter, you couldn't possibly let him doze off now!

You nudged him, trying to at least bother him a bit before doing anything else, "Psst, Satan, can we finish this last bit before you go to sleep?" You asked with a gentle tone, you thought he was completely out before you saw that face. He was acting like he was asleep to get you to soften up even more, how dare he! You then puffed and threw a pillow on his head, but no, he stayed stuck that way.

"C'mon, just this last bit you.. you.. argh!" You splayed yourself on the bed, annoyingly poking his side, you immediately worried as you saw him flinch, "Oh my, are you hurt? I'm so sorry if- so.." You paused, you saw the slightest strained smile that tugged on his face.

"Oh no, did I just find out that you-"

"Don't say it."

"Are.."

"Don't. Say. It."

"Ticklish?"

"Damn you." He muttered, catching the hand you dared to try and poke him with, "Don't even try." He smirked, but that didn't stop you, no, you used the other hand to scribble against his hip, making him quiver and squirm, messing the beds covers.

"Hey, hold still! You're making a mess!" You chuckled at his whine, "I'm tryhihihing!" He tried to suppress his giggles, only for them to spill faster once you used your now free hand to trace circles on the side of his neck. There was something different to him when it was just the two of you, he wasn't so tense, he was laughing freely without restricting himself so much.