A/N: Happy birthday @otomiya-tickles!!! I tried to be as subtle as I could about it, so I hope I didn't spoil this little surprise for you. It's far from what you deserve, but I couldn't show up empty handed today, right? Heheh... wish you the best, my dear!
Summary: To get an automaton back to work, Gepard needs to ask for his older sister's help.
Word count: 1338 words
Crossing his arms, Gepard clenched his hands into tight fists. To anyone else, it would look like the Silvermane Captain was just a little impatient, tired of waiting for his older sister.
“Are you done?” He muttered, looking around for the fifth time.
Serval let out an annoyed groan, looking over her shoulder. “Geppie, it’s not as simple as you wish it is, trust me,” the mechanic turned her attention back to the insides of the automaton, carefully tightening the screws around its structure. “Now, can you relax a little? You are making me feel nervous at this point.”
“I’m not- ugh, just hurry up,” he insisted, taking one hand to the back of his neck, squeezing the spot to try to relieve some tension.
As much as she wanted to snap back at her brother, Serval let out a small sigh and told herself to keep her cool. She knew Gepard was actually nervous, she could tell it better than anyone else.
The silvermane forces had just received a new automaton to help in their patrol and, for some reason that she had yet to find out, the robot happened to “break” right into her brother’s hands.
And after panicking for some good and long minutes, the captain resorted to the only person that could help him in a moment like that: his older sister. When Serval arrived, the broken automaton was hidden inside a storage cabin and, much to her brother’s demise, still refused to turn back on.
Fixing this kind of thing wouldn’t normally be such a hassle. Yes, it wasn’t her speciality, but it was not like it was out of her scope. But having Gepard panicking like that and rushing her wasn’t helping at all.
“What did you even do to break this thing? I’m looking everywhere for a damaged piece, but I can’t find it,” Serval groaned, deciding to check the screws around the motor again.
“I-I didn’t do anything! It just… stopped working…” Gepard sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he listened to the metallic sounds. “Are you sure you are checking it properly? Maybe you lef-”
“What did you just say?” Serval interrupted, looking over her shoulder. Feeling the last bits of her patience disappear like footprints on the snow. The mechanic stood up, dropping her tools and giving her brother a stern look. An awfully familiar look.
Gepard was the silvermane guards’ captain, the hero of Belobog, the one who faced countless monsters of the fragmentum… but Serval was something out of his reach. The man realized, in that exact moment, the mistake he made. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“I know, Geppie, I know,” Serval interrupted, starting to walk in his direction at a slow - but terrifying - pace. “The pressure on you is so much that you can’t help, but to feel nervous sometimes, right? But you know…”
Gepard walked back, retreating until his back hit the cabin’s wall, allowing his sister to corner him with ease.
“S-Serval, listen-”
“No, you listen, Geppie,” she insisted, looking up into his eyes. “You need to get yourself together!” She said firmly, placing a finger on his chest as she spoke, “you are the captain, got it? What are you so scared of?!”
The blonde clenched his hands, looking away as a faint blush spread across his face. Getting scolded by his sister like a little boy at this age… and, even worse, he knew she was right.
“I… I know, it’s just-”
“Hush, I’m not done talking!” She said, now sounding less anger and more playfully. Holding out her index finger in front of his face, Serval managed to keep her brother quiet as she continued her “speech”.
“You need to loosen up otherwise you’ll go crazy - no, you’ll make me go crazy. You need to relax, Geppie,” she continued, making him arch his eyebrow.
Gently reaching out of his sister's wrist to move her hand out of his face, Gepard sighed, trying to follow her advice, but not able to stop worrying about the broken robot next to them. “Can’t we leave that for later?”
“No,” Serval mused, placing her hand on Gepard’s shoulder while she smiled proudly, “but you are lucky, Geppie.”
“Huh? Why?”
“I know just the thing to help you,” she grinned, sending a shiver down his spine.
“Serval… don’t,” he warned, pressing his back against the cabin’s wall as hard as he could. There was no need for words at that moment, he knew very well what his sister was about - and he already regretted letting her get this close.
“Don’t what, Geppie?” She grinned, setting the trap for her younger brother as they spoke.
“Tickle me- wait! No no nohOHo!!” Took him no more than a second to realize his mistake. The captain desperately tugged at his sister’s hands, trying to pry them off his sides, where she focused her restless assault.
Serval giggled along, digging her fingers a little harder over her brother’s waist to make sure he would be able to feel it through the thick uniform. “So many years… I’m glad you still fall for things like this, Geppie,” she teased, pushing his hands away before moving the tickling to his stomach.
“S-Seheherval! Nohohot hehere!” The captain cried out, trying to defend himself from his sister as she didn’t seem like giving up any time soon. “Thehere a-are peheheople around us!”
“Oh, come on, you dragged a whole automaton inside and you’re worried they will hear you laughing?” She mocked his excuse, skittering all the way up to his ribs, making him shoot his arms down to block her hands from climbing any further. Serval would never admit it, but having her fingers trapped under Gepard’s arms hurt more than she remembered - her little brother wasn’t so little anymore, after all.
“D-damn, don’t get so tense, Geppie,” she gasped, trying to keep poking at his ribs despite his attempts, “you’ll crush my hands like this. ~”
“T-thehen stop tihihickling mehehe!” The captain cried, stomping his foot on the ground as he threw his head back into the wall behind him, trying to support his body as his legs threatened giving in. “I-I’m seheherious! StoHOHop it, Servahahal!”
Seeing her brother’s cheeks getting tainted by pink and his lips turning into a wide smile, the mechanic couldn’t help herself but to giggle along. After all those years, the captain was still her little brother, after all. “So soon, Geppie? You used to be able to take mor-”
“SEHEHERVAL! PLEHEHEASE!!” Gepard interrupted her with a loud cackle as her fingers climbed an inch closer to his underarms, sending him into a fit of hysterical laughter. The woman shook her head, deciding to fulfill his request. “Fiiine…”
She chuckled again, putting up some effort to manage to free her hands - as Gepard simply refused to raise his arms to let her go - and stepped back, deciding to check the automaton again.
“T-that was… totally unnecessary, Serval…” The captain gasped, placing his hands over his knees as he tried to find some balance while catching up his breath. “C-can you please fix the automaton now?” He asked, almost begged, in a sheepishly tone.
“Oh, I did it a while ago,” Serval bluntly admitted, patting the robot as it sparked back into life.
“W-what?”
“It ran out of energy,” she explained, grinning, “I figured it out a while ago. Just leave it charging for a couple of hours and the little guy will be ready to work again.”
“T-then what was-”
“I said, Geppie,” she smiled, packing up her things as she got ready to leave, “you needed to calm down and relax a little.”
The captain’s jaw dropped, still baffled by the fact that his sister toyed with him like that. Gepard wanted to scold her for messing with him like that at work, but was still shocked with the whole thing.
Serval smiled, approaching her brother and placing her hand on his head. “You’re welcome, silly little brother,” she teased, messing with his hair.
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| ler!Serval & lee!Kaban | SFW | can be read platonic or romantic |
list by @/august-anon | word count: 700
originally posted to my ao3. All the tickletober fics I wrote day-of so they might not be well polished..
“Serval? Serval!!"
An anxious call sounds throughout the savanna. A lone human’s safari hat can be seen poking up through the grass. Just a little bit ago, Kaban and Serval had settled on a rock just to take a nap. The little human woke up alone, not very well rested. She anxiously scrambled awake and grabbed her things. Wandering away from the resting point, she started trudging through the high grass calling out for her friend.
"Servalll?"
The slight breeze blowing made it hard to discern if anything else was in the grass with her. Hopefully all this shouting won't alert a cellian. She turns around, but the path back to the rock is gone by now, lost to the dry plains. She can finally hear something in the grass besides the breeze. Its steps seem to be the same pace as hers, hopefully ruling out the cellian possibility.
"Hello…?"
"--Meow-Meow Meow Meow MEOW!!"
Serval pounces from the grass and knocks Kaban down from the shoulders! She straddles over the human and starts scratching at her arms with continued cat noises.
"Ouch! Serval, what are you doing?! That hurts–!"
"Mrow?" Serval lifts her arms and notices she's left scratch marks all over her friend. She quickly moved away from her and felt a bit guilty. "Ah! Kaban, I'm so sorry- Are you bleeding?" She retracts her claws and checks for any open wounds. Thankfully there aren't any, just a few scratches.
"Serval what's going on? I'm okay, but first get off please–" Kaban goes to sit up but the spotted girl pushes her back down. "Wait, wait a second- I'm really sorry Kaban, it’s just the professor told me something about humans and I wanted to try it out so I wanted to surprise you!" The girl shakes her head solemnly
"Why would the professor want you to attack me?" Kaban said questioningly.
"She didn't–! But anyways, can I try again? I won't use my claws! It won't hurt, I promise!!"
"Okay, okay calm down. If it'll help me learn more about myself I guess, I'll let you do uh… whatever it is."
"Hooray! Thank you Kaban!"
Serval, keeping her claws retracted this time, lightly tickles her fingers over Kabans arms.Not getting the reaction she desired, she moved on to her neck. At that Kaban wiggled a little bit, frowning trying not to laugh.
"That feels weird Serval."
"Yay! I'm on the right track then."
She starts pinching at her friend's collarbones, causing her to finally chuckle, practically releasing a dam
"Haha- why am I laughing? You hah- didn't do anything funny!"
Serval ignores her, keeping her focus as she decides to tickle over her torso and ribs. The response was instant. Happy, pure laughs spill out of Kaban's mouth. Serval was so happy to make her friend happy!
"Awesome! The professor was right!" She picked up the pace and the pressure as the laughs got louder and more desperate. The human under her is wiggling, but not trying to get her off. She keeps going until Kaban's laughter slows and gets interrupted by scratchy inhales. “Oh, sorry she did mention I can't do it for too long...” She stops the playful tickle attacks shortly,with Kaban gasping for air. Eventually her playful kitty companion gets off her lap and sits next to her, staring with peaked interest.
"That was fun! What was it?"
"It's called tickling! Apparently scratching humans makes them laugh. I have to tell the professor next time that you can't use claws though." She makes a mental note to update Northern White-Faced Owl next time they see her.
Kaban, still trying to shake off the giggles, pulls Serval in for a hug. "I'm glad you're my friend Serval." The wild cat returns the hug tightly. "Me too Kaban! I'm so happy you came to Japari Park!” They enjoyed the sweet moment for a minute longer before Serval got impatient again and couldn't resist clawing at Kaban’s sides.
As the laughs resound once more throughout the grassland, a curious friend learns something new about her human companion, and a human learns something new about herself.
