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💄 “The Ultimate Weak Spot”

(Lee!Shadow | Ler!Rouge)

Rouge loved finding cracks in Shadow’s armor. Not the physical kind—no, she’d never try that. The emotional kind. The human kind. The kind that made the world’s most intimidating hedgehog squirm.

Today? She’d hit the jackpot.

Shadow sat cross-armed on the couch of their shared base quarters, deep in what he called “recovery meditation” (which Rouge knew was just his fancy term for brooding). She perched on the armrest beside him, inspecting her nails with casual flair.

“So, big guy,” she purred. “You’ve been all stiff lately. You sure you don’t need a little… unwinding?”

“I am perfectly composed.” Shadow didn’t even look up.

“Mmhmm. Perfectly composed.” Rouge smirked. “Tell me, does ‘perfectly composed’ flinch every time someone brushes their shoulder?”

That got him. One crimson eye cracked open. “…Rouge.”

“Yes, darling?”

“Don’t.”

Which, obviously, meant do.

She shifted closer, pretending to fix the collar of his jacket. Her gloved fingers ghosted across his neck—just a brush. Shadow tensed.

Rouge bit back a grin. “Ohhh? Sensitive, are we?”

He growled low in his throat, leaning away. “Do not start.”

But the little shiver that followed betrayed him completely.

Rouge’s grin turned downright wicked. “You’re adorable when you try to sound threatening, y’know that?”

“I am not—!”

“Adorable? Ticklish? Flustered?” she finished, fingers suddenly darting beneath his arms.

Shadow jumped so violently he nearly knocked the couch over.

“ROU—AHAHAHhhhahhaha!!”

“There it is~!” Rouge sang, delight sparkling in her voice. “The Ultimate Lifeform can’t handle a few wiggles under his arms, huh?”

“STAHAHAhp!! ROUGHhhghghhGhhE!!”

She gasped in fake offense. “Rough? Oh, sweetie, you don’t even know the meaning of rough.”

Her fingers spidered down his ribs, tracing slow circles between each one, enjoying the way his breath hitched and broke into wild laughter.

“GAhahhahhh—! You’re suhuhhuhch a BRAT!!”

“I prefer ‘treasure thief,’ thanks~” she teased, leaning in close to his ear. “And right now? I think I’ve just stolen your composure.”

“Yohoohohou’re—” he choked on a squeal as she squeezed his side. “Yohohohure DEAD!!”

Rouge chuckled, utterly unbothered. “Bold talk for someone giggling like a schoolgirl.”

That earned her a snort—a literal snort. Rouge gasped theatrically. “Did the Ultimate Lifeform just snort?”

Shadow, now a mess of laughter and red cheeks, tried to glare through it. “Ihihihit’s ref—fhehehelex!!”

“Uh-huh.” She gave a final wiggle to his sides before easing up, watching him slump back against the couch, chest heaving, hair mussed.

Rouge brushed a bit of it out of his eyes, her tone softening. “There. Feeling better now?”

He glared halfheartedly. “…You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re cute when you laugh.” She winked. “Balance restored.”

“…Tch.”

But she caught the ghost of a smile on his lips before he turned away, mumbling something about “revenge later.”

A bit of a different topic to post here lmao.

(I enjoy indulging in a bit of knouge.)

Pairings: Natsu, Rouge, and Sting

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“Hey have you seen Natsu?” Lucy went around the guild asking were her pink haired teammate is at. “He could be horseplaying with Gray” Wendy suggested.

“Last time I seen him he and happy were messing with Sting and Rouge” Levy informed as she and gajeel left the guild. “Yeah this idiot is being an idiot” Gajeel added on, he watch Natsu being chased by both Sting and Rouge.

“Gajeel!”

“Look he is I don’t know what he did but I’m not helping him” Gajeel snickered. “Well what’s going on?!” Lucy asked some what concerned.

Thank you, love what you do!

💎 “Just a Little Off Guard”

Lee!Shadow | Ler!Rouge Genre: Tickle fluff, light teasing, soft Shadouge vibes 🌸

The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the G.U.N. rooftop balcony in soft orange hues. Shadow stood alone, arms crossed, silently watching the clouds drift. His brows were knit as always, like he had too many thoughts for one head to carry.

Of course, that’s exactly when Rouge decided to sneak up behind him.

“You know,” she purred, suddenly leaning over his shoulder, “for someone with ‘ultimate’ reflexes, you sure don’t notice when I’m standing behind you~”

Shadow didn’t jump, but his shoulders definitely twitched. “Hmph. I sensed you.”

“Sure you did~” Rouge smirked, stepping closer. “And I bet you’d also sense if I did… this.”

Before he could ask, her gloved fingers skittered up his sides.

“Gh—!” Shadow jerked like he’d been shocked, grabbing at her wrists too late. “Rouge—!”

“Ooohohoho~ someone’s ticklish tonight~” she cooed.

“I am not.” he gritted, glaring with a red-tinged face.

Rouge only grinned wider. “You so are. You get all stiff like a statue and your ears twitch when I hit the right spots~” she teased, fingers spidering back to his ribs just to prove it. “Look at you—!”

Shadow let out a sharp snort and twisted in her grip, trying to turn away, but Rouge wasn’t letting up. Her fingers danced along his waist, brushing up under his arms where his black and red fur quivered like crazy.

“Nnngh—! R-Rouge! I swear—!”

“You swear what, hon?” she chuckled, looping an arm around his middle and tickling under his arm with the other. “You’ll scowl at me harder? Gasp dramatically? Try to teleport away with tears in your eyes?”

“Y-YOU’RE RIDICULOUS—!!” Shadow barked through grit teeth, struggling with everything he had not to laugh.

Rouge pressed her cheek to his shoulder and just wiggled her fingers slowly against his belly. “You love it~ You need this~ C’mon, let it out—give me that cute laugh you always try to bury~”

And with a final little boop to his side—Shadow broke.

“PHHH—AHAHAH!! G-GHHhK—! I cahahan’t—!!” he wheezed, face going scarlet as he bent over and grabbed the rail with trembling hands. His knees gave out, and Rouge guided them both down to sit, snickering the whole way.

“There he is~ My grumpy little hedgie puddle~”

“Y-you’re… insufferable…” he mumbled between giggles, face buried in her shoulder now.

🦇 “Operation: Grump Disarmament” 💥

Lee!Shadow, Ler!Rouge – soft teases, smug bat energy, SFW tickles galore

Shadow hadn’t said a word in over an hour.

He was sitting on the rooftop of HQ with his arms crossed, looking like he was five minutes away from dropkicking the sky. His brow furrowed, jaw tight, aura prickly enough to make even Omega steer clear.

But not Rouge. Oh no. Rouge could spot a brooding hedgehog from a mile away—and she wasn’t about to let her bestie stew in silence like some edgy little meatball.

She landed gracefully beside him with a smirk.

“Shadow~ You’ve been glowering at that cloud for twenty minutes. What’d it do, block your brooding rays?”

No response.

She flopped beside him dramatically, her wing brushing his arm.

“…Still nothing? Alright. We’re pulling out the big guns.”

Shadow blinked. “What are you—”

Too late. Rouge had already turned, stretched out a wing, and wiggled her gloved fingers at him.

Shadow’s eyes widened.

“No.”

“Oh yes~” Rouge purred, scooting closer. “You know what happens when you act like an emotionless little statue for too long.”

“Rouge—”

“Tickle therapy.”

Shadow flinched as her fingers snuck under his crossed arms and skittered along his sides—fast. too fast.

“hhhnn—!! R-Rouge—!!”

“Aha~ I knew that would work!”

“D-Don’t you dare—!!”

But she did. She so, so did.

Rouge was absolutely ruthless with her teases—soft fluttery scribbles, a few pokes under his ribs, and then gentle wiggly fingers right under his arms while she leaned in with the smuggest look known to batkind.

“Aww, is the Ultimate Lifeform a little ticklish today~?”

“Th-Thihis is undihignified—!!”

“Good. Means it’s working~”

His laugh was low and rumbly at first, like he was trying to suppress it. But then she got a really good scribble across his lower belly and he just SNORTED.

“PffFTH—!! ROUHUHUUGE—!!”

“Oh, you never snort! Jackpot~!”

Shadow was trying so hard to wrestle free but he was too flustered, too caught off guard by just how GOOD this felt after days of tension and silence and holding in everything like a pressure cooker. It was too much and not enough and—

“You’re allowed to laugh, y’know,” Rouge murmured. “You’re allowed to let it out.”

That… stopped him for a second.

His shoulders sagged. His resistance melted a little. And she softened her touch—switching to slower, gentler strokes over his tummy and under his arms, until his laughter quieted into breathy chuckles and little hiccups.

“S-Stop saying nice things… it makes it worse…”

“Noted,” she grinned. “More compliments next time.”

She finally pulled back and gave his hair a little ruffle. Shadow slumped back against the roof tiles, breathing hard, face bright red.

“…you’re evil,” he muttered.

“And you’re cute when you laugh,” Rouge winked.

He groaned.

“Do NOT tell Omega.”