#switch!techno

Phil could, for the first time in what felt like forever, say he felt at peace.

All three of his children —technically, only one was actually his son, but he treats them all as such— were in the other room, and Phil could vaguely hear what was going on as the door was cracked open. He could hear them messing around and laughing like they were kids again. Phil had been so stressed lately, but his family being together again had wiped it away. There was a small smile on his face, he hadn’t even noticed.

It was a very loud shriek that broke the avian from his thoughts. He quickly rushed to the room, swinging the door open with a look of panic. It was quickly switched with relief as he realized what was happening.

Wilbur had Tommy trapped in his lap, the blonde squirming and kicking relentlessly as his older brother scribbled all over his stomach while Techno gently squeezed up and down his thighs. “GUHUHUYS!”

Phil stood in the doorway, waiting to see if he’d have to step in or if any of them would notice he was there. He watched as the youngest tried, and failed, to push away the hands of his brothers through his pleas.

“Something wrong, Toms?” Wilbur smirked, switching to pinching up and down Tommy’s sides.

“Yeah, you’re laughing an awful lot. Did we say something funny?” Techno’s smirk matched Wilbur’s.

“YOHOU’RE TIHIHICKLING MEHE!” The blonde went limp in Wilbur’s lap, then realizing Phil was in the doorway. “PHIHIL, HEHEHELP!”

And there was his cue. He stepped into the room, spreading his wings to get the attention of the twins. It worked. They both ceased the tickling, looking up at Phil. Tommy just curled up and hid his bright red face behind his hands.

“Oh, hey Phil!” Wilbur grinned innocently, elbowing Techno in the ribs as a silent way of saying to do the same. Which he did, after flinching with a muffled “ow.” He slightly waved to Phil.

“Hello Wilbur, hey Techno,” Phil crossed his arms, looking down at his sons.

“Mind explaining this?” The avian gestured to Tommy, who was still curled in a ball and giggling —assumingly from the ghost tickles.

“Hm? Oh, we were just messin’ with our little brother, ‘s all,” Techno smiled, bringing one hand to prod Tommy’s side which caused xem to flinch and giggle even more.

“Yohou tried to kihihill mehe!” Tommy whined, getting up and speed-walking to stand next to Phil, who wrapped his non-damaged wing around the teen.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Tommy! Besides, we all know you like being tickled anyway.” Wilbur’s innocent smile turned into a smirk when the younger blonde’s face went bright pink. Xey opened their mouth to protest, but they couldn’t seem to find words to say so he just shut his mouth.

“Well, they’re not wrong on that one, mate.” Phil smiled, bringing up his wing to brush along the back of Tommy’s neck for a second. Xey ducked away and went back to sit in between Techno and Wilbur, light giggles pouring from their lips.

“You aren’t exactly safe here, either, Tommy,” Techno spoke flatly, but he had a smirk on his face as he gently spidered across Tommy’s stomach, emitting a squeal from the younger.

“Why ahaham ihi always the taharget!?” He whined, scooting closer to Wilbur and curling in on himself. It took everything in Wilbur’s power to not coo out loud.

“Probably because of how ticklish you are,” Wilbur stated like it was an entirely normal sentence. Tommy sat up straight and immediately started yelling.

“Everyone in this fucking house is ticklish, not just me!” Tommy exclaimed, exaggerating xeir statement by talking with their hands. Phil shrugged, silently saying “fair.” Techno, however, gave a look of disagreement.

“Everyone?” Techno repeated. “I’m not. I don’t even react to it.” Tommy tilted his head like a confused dog.

“Bullshit! Look!” Tommy sprung up and tackled Techno down. The pinkette immediately started fighting back, the two of them rolling on the ground trying to get the upper hand while Wilbur and Phil watched. It ended with Tommy keeping Techno pinned down, holding his wrists away so he couldn’t fight back.

“Tommy, don’t evEN-“ Techno cut himself off, pursing his lips and squirming as Tommy clawed at his upper ribs through his shirt, the fabric doing absolutely nothing for protection. Tommy had a wide grin, Techno’s struggling being very evident.

“Laugh for me, Techno!” Tommy yelled before ducking xeir head down and blowing a raspberry on Techno’s neck. That broke the damn, high pitched huffs of laughter emitting from the pinkette below the teen.

“Tohohohommy! Gehet awahahay!” Techno pressed his arms down more, trying to scrunch up his shoulders but failing with Tommy’s head in the way.

“You really walked right into that one, mate,” Phil commented with a small chuckle, Wilbur giggling at the scene next to him. He snuck a few pokes to Techno’s side every now and then to see him jolt and complain, “Wihilbur!”

Techno free’d his hands, pushed Tommy off and scooting to sit 5 feet away. “That wahas not necessary.”

“It was very necessary, in my humble opinion,” Wilbur grinned and brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around themself. “Seeing the big, tough Technoblade get taken down so easily by tickling will always be amusing.”

“Big talk for someone who screams from a mere poke to their ribs,” Phil piped up, walking over and kneeling next to Wilbur to poke at his upper ribs— to which Wilbur, well, screamed at.

“PHIL! Fuhuck off!” Wilbur backed away, moving closer to Tommy and “hiding” behind xem.

“You think I’ll protect you?” Tommy turned to look at Wilbur. “Hell no! It’s your turn, dickhead!” Tommy quickly turned around and pushed Wilbur down, easily pinning them and digging xeir fingers into his ribs. Wilbur shrieked, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists and trying to push them away.

“TOHOHOMMY, NOHO!” Wilbur threw his head back, their body jolting when he felt a hand start squeezing at his side. It was Phil.

“I think it’s time you’ve had a turn, yeah? Come on, mate. You were just making fun of Techno for how ticklish he is, but I’d say you’re even worse.” Phil spoke casually, bringing his hand down to pinch and drill his thumb just barely above Wilbur’s hip bone. Wilbur screamed louder than any of the other three boys had ever heard, and again when they felt another hand scribbling under one of his knees.

“NOHOHO! NOHOT AHAHALL OF YOHOHOHOU!” Wilbur covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the growing red hue that spread quickly across his face and muffle their laughter at the same time. “PLEHEHEASE!”

“Aw, Wil, you’ve gone all red!” Tommy exclaimed, which made Wilbur’s face become an even darker red. Xey snuck a hand under Wilbur’s shirt, and lightly traced the scar on the brunette’s stomach. Wilbur squealed, grabbing onto Tommy’s arm and actually getting them to stop. The blonde slightly jumped, suprised that Wilbur actually got him to stop. At the pause, Wilbur quickly turned the tables on Tommy and got xem on the ground. The two started wrestling, both of them fighting for the upper hand as Phil and Techno now watched.

“I’ll bet a stack of emeralds Tommy loses,” Phil muttered. Techno turned to look at the older.

“Deal.”

The two watched as Wilbur and Tommy wrestled, both very dead set on getting the upper hand. It ended with Tommy being pinned down, followed by shrieks of laughter as Wilbur started scribbling all over xeir stomach.

“NOHOHO!” Tommy grabbed Wilbur’s wrists as he threw his head back. “PHIHIHIL! TEHECHNO! HEHEHELP!”

The two men in question looked at each other, back at the scene in front of them, and each other again. They gave each other a look that said “Oh, we’ll help alright.” And then, they both waited a second before pouncing. Techno tackled Wilbur, and Phil went for Tommy. This is not what exactly Tommy had in mind when xey called for help, but at least Wilbur was getting what he deserved at the same time.

Wilbur was caught entirely off guard, landing on the ground next to Tommy with a yelp. “Techno-!? What the fuhuck are you dohoing?”

Techno quickly pinned Wilbur’s hand’s under his knees, but he was careful enough not to hurt them. Techno didn’t speak a word, yet. Phil did the same to Tommy.

“Well, Tommy asked for help. So we’re helping,” Techno deadpanned with a small smirk before vibrating his fingers just above Wilbur’s hip bones, getting a loud shriek out of the brunette.

“I meant both of you go for WilbuhUHUHUR— PHIHIL!” Tommy shrieked at near the same pitch as Wilbur once Phil snuck a hand under Tommy’s shirt, started spidering all over xeir stomach and brushing his wings up and down their sides.

“TEHEHECHNOHO! FUHUCK OHOHOFF, MAHAN!” Wilbur pulled for his hands to be free, but they were weakened from the tickles, therefore failed inevitably.

Techno pretended to think for a moment, as if considering the “request.” “Hmm.. Nah, I think I’ll pass. This is quite adorable, to be honest. Might do continue for a while.”

Wilbur felt the heat rise to his face, he swore it had gone bright pink just then. He whined in embarrassment through his loud laughter.

Tommy was stuck in his own tickly heaven hell. Phil had his wings targeting their neck and ears, which alone would make him melt and giggle away. But Phil also had a finger dipped and wiggling around in Tommy’s navel, the other fingers digging and scritching around it, and his other hand scribbling and squeezing xeir hips. It was torture. Did they love it? Yes. Was he still gonna call it torture? Also yes.

“THIHIHIS IS TOHOHOHORTUHURE!” Tommy tried to free xeir hands, he really did try. But he was weak from the tickles and how hard he was laughing, so he made no progress in freeing them.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Toms~!” Phil grinned, bringing a hand to pinch at his ribs for a few seconds before returning to their hips. Tommy’s face was the same shade of pink as Wilbur’s.

Wilbur struggled through shrieks of laughter, trying to free his hands. Techno laughed at him, but then Wilbur actually free’d his hands. They immediately grabbed Techno’s forearms, pushing him off and pinning him down. Well fuck.

“YEHEHES, WIHIHIL! GEHET HIHIHIM- AAHAHAH!” Tommy shouted, shrieking as Phil blew a raspberry directly on xeir navel.

“Let’s see how you like it!” Wilbur exclaimed, vibrating his fingers in the gaps between Techno’s upper ribs.

“WihihIHILBUhur!” Techno whined through laughter. Now, Techno wasn’t insanely ticklish— the least ticklish one out of SBI. But it was still pretty bad, to him.

“TechnoOooO!” Wilbur mimicked, giggling to himself as he suddenly shot his hands to Techno’s underarms, drilling into the hollows to elicit a small scream, small snorts following after.

“That will never get old,” Phil commented, smiling as he noticed Techno’s ears go red. Then he got an idea. “Say, Tommy, do you snort like that?”

He knew the answer; yes. But he wanted to torture the kid.

“NOHOHO!” Tommy lied, trying to get Phil off of xem before he could do anything. Phil raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Alright, so I’ll go ahead and just—“ Phil cut himself off as he wiggled a finger in Tommy’s navel, causing the younger to squeal as snorts peppered through his laughter. Phil grinned, “Jesus, you and Techno really are brothers, aren’t you? So cute, honestly.”

“Shuhuhut uhup, Phihihil!” Techno thrashed around, desperate to get Wilbur off. But now he was more determined— to get Phil for that ‘cute’ comment. He’s Technoblade! He isn’t cute, he’s intimidating! Scary! Mean! Not cute!

“Christ, Techno, I thought you were a pig, not a buhull.” Wilbur laughed, struggling to keep the pinkette pinned down.

Techno reached over, squeezing Phil’s side which caused the eldest to fall off of Tommy out of surprise, giving xem a break.

“Gotcha!” Techno grinned, pushing Wilbur away and tackling Phil before he could escape. “Laugh for the laugh god, old man!” Techno exclaimed before digging his fingers into Phil’s stomach, scribbling and pinching around the spot and smirking as the man fell into a fit of high pitched laughter. Tommy snickered at the sight before him.

“Yeah, how do you like it, bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, leaning over to poke Phil’s side, but xey were pulled back before they could do anything. Damnit.

“Isn’t this nice, Toms? Those two are busy, now I can get some quality time with my little brother!” Wilbur exclaimed over Phil’s cackles before tasering the younger blonde’s sides.

“WIHILBUR! Nohoho!” Tommy attempted to squirm out of Wilbur’s grasp, but was quickly weakened as the brunette blew a raspberry on the back of xeir neck.

“Why not? Does it tickle too much? I’ve barely done anything,” Wilbur teased, sneaking a hand under Tommy’s shirt to scribble at his bare stomach, relishing in the squeal that emitted from his brother.

Phil was having his own “problem” with Techno, desperate to escape this tickly heaven hell, but Techno was stronger than the man and so he was trapped. “TEHEHECHNOHO!”

“Yeah? What’s up old man? Something botherin’ you?” Techno’s voice was monotone as always, but there was a slight tease to his tone as he vibrated his fingers between the gaps of Phil’s ribs.

“YOU KNOHOW WHAHAHAT’S WROHOHONG!” Phil cackled, slight wheezes escaping from how much he’d been laughing.

“Do I?” The pinkette smirked, leaning down to blow a raspberry on Phil’s neck, eliciting a squeal.

“Wihihil! Lehet mehe gohoho!” Tommy whined through giggles as Wilbur traced shapes into the sides of xeir stomach.

“I’m hardly doing anything,” Wilbur chuckled, “But I can do worse. I think I will, actually!” Without warning, Wilbur blew a raspberry onto Tommy’s neck and dug his fingers into xeir stomach, scribbling and spidering around the sensitive skin. Tommy screamed.

“WIHIHIHIL! NOHOHO THIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAIR!” Tommy squirmed, trying to wiggle their way out of Wilbur’s hold, but it was no use. Wilbur was far stronger than xey were, especially right now.

“Are you trying to escape from me?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so, giggles. You’re trapped in my tickly, tickly grasp~!” Tommy’s voice went bright red, the brunette’s teasing tone was insanely flustering.

Wilbur rested his chin on Tommy’s shoulder, blowing air on the blonde’s ear before whispering, “Tickletickletickle!” Tommy’s ears flushed the same shade of red their face had, letting out a whine at the tease.

Tommy’s arms were trapped, but they could somewhat reach behind him. And he did, latching onto where Wilbur’s back meets their sides, and lightly squeezed the spot as much as he could. Wilbur let go of Tommy to remove xeir hands, and Tommy fell forward. “TOHOMMY!”

Wilbur looked up at Tommy, narrowing his eyes at the younger. “Oh you want to fight? I’ll give you a fight, you little prick!” Wilbur exclaimed before tackling Tommy down, the two of them rolling around on the ground and fighting for the upper hand. Both poking and prodding different spots to attempt to weaken the other, high-pitched giggles emitting from the both of them.

The fight did not end, however, it switched to the two of them tickling each other at the same time. Tommy scribbled over Wilbur’s back, occasionally pinching at the backs and sides of their ribs, and Wilbur was poking and squeezing around Tommy’s stomach and sides. The two shrieked out curses and protests at each other, wide smiles on their flushed faces.

Techno looked over at the two rolling around on the floor together and grinned, “You two are adorable.”

“Ihi wihIHIHILL KIHIHILL YOHohou TOHOHOMMY! Bahastahard!” Wilbur squealed, getting hold of one of Tommy’s wrists and holding xeir arm above their head before using his free hand to vibrate his fingers on Tommy’s underarm. Tommy shrieked, immediately falling defenseless and bringing xeir free hand to push away Wilbur’s— which resulted in Wilbur now having hold of both of Tommy’s hands.

Wilbur quickly pinned Tommy by sitting on xeir legs, holding their arms above their head with one hand. “You messed with the wrong person, Toms~” Wilbur teased, grinning evilly as he saw the teen’s widened eyes and bright red face. “Now you will face my wrath of tickles, you little prick!” He quickly lifted Tommy’s shirt, blowing a long raspberry right in the middle of xeir stomach. Tommy screamed, and Techno paused his torture to Phil to look over.

“Are you trying to murder him?” Techno questioned, a smirk on his face when he saw the state of the demon hybrid below Wilbur.

“I said I would!” Wilbur exclaimed before leaning down to blow another raspberry, directly on Tommy’s navel.

“FUHUHUCK, WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, squirming left to right and bucking xeir hips as much as possible. It was torturous. He loved it… but torturous.

Phil had practically melted on the floor, being given a break by Techno. He himself was unsure if he could take anymore tickles; he was pretty tired by this point. He noticed the pinkette about to start again.

“Tehechno- nohoho mohore..” Phil was quiet, luckily Techno had very good hearing and he let up, getting off of Phil and sitting next to him. Maybe the good hearing wasn’t very good for Techno himself, given the high pitched screeching coming from Tommy right next to him as Wilbur continued to wreck the youngest of the four.

“PLEHEHEASE WIHIHIL!” Tommy bucked his hips more as Wilbur brought down their hand to pinch and drill his thumbs into both of xeir hips. Tommy started trying to push Wilbur away, so the brunette quickly pinned Tommy’s hands under his knees. He was careful not to hurt Tommy in the process.

“Aww, is it bad?” Wilbur teased, “Thought you were a big man, Tommy! Surely you’re strong enough to handle a little bit of tickling, right~?” Tommy shook his head frantically through shrieky laughter and giggles, kicking his legs as much as he could with Wilbur sitting on them.

Wilbur brought up one hand to dig their fingers into Tommy’s ribs, vibrating his fingers in the gaps and pinching at the bones. His other hand switched between pinching at Tommy’s hips to scribbling over xeir stomach. “THIHIS IHIHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!”

Wilbur smirked, “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” He leaned down to blow a raspberry on xeir neck before whispering in their ear, “Tktktktk~” The brunette’s smirk turned to a grin as he watched Tommy’s blush spread to his ears and down his neck.

“Flustered, Tommy?” Techno commented from beside the two, gently pinching Tommy’s side and chuckling when xey flinched with a small squeal.

“FUHUCK OHOHOFF!” The youngest shrieked as Wilbur blew another raspberry on their stomach.

“That’s not very nice, Toms. Be nice to your brothers,” Phil spoke up with a small smile on his face. Tommy whined as now everyone in the room was against him.

“THEHEHEY’RE BEHEING DIHIHIHICKS!” Tommy tried to free his hands to bring his arms down. Xey were desperate to defend themself from this torture. Wilbur had his free hand scribbling and digging his fingers into Tommy’s stomach, he wasn’t being too rough so that it wouldn’t hurt, only tickled. Badly.

The demon hybrid squeaked as there was a soft, feathery feeling on his neck— Phil’s wings. The mixture of gentle and rough tickles were almost unbearable. “OHOhoh fohOHOR FUHUCKS SAHAKE! PHIL!”

“You haven’t once said stop, Tommy, we know you love this~” Techno teased lightly, smiling at the flustered state of the younger as he delivered a few pokes to xeir side.

“Look at him, all red and flustered! Awh,” Phil cooed, scribbling his fingers against the side of Tommy’s neck.

“Xey’re so ticklish, it’s just so adorable. I may not be able to handle it, I might explode from the cuteness.” Wilbur joked to Techno and Phil, slowing the tickles as the three of them talked about Tommy as if he wasn’t even there. This flustered Tommy more than it should have.

“Ihihi aham RIHIGHT hehehere!” Tommy giggled out, finally freeing their hands to push Wilbur’s away and cover his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry Tommy. Do you need all of my attention on you? You need more tickles? Is that it? Hmm~?” Wilbur teased, poking at Tommy’s stomach and allowing xem to keep their hands free. Under one condition.

“How about we play a little game,” Wilbur grinned, eyeing Techno and Phil. The two immediately understood what he was about to have Tommy do. Wilbur gently grabbed Tommy’s wrists, focusing back on him as he lifted their arms. “You keep your arms up like this, and you can’t let them down. Or else.” They spoke in a teasing tone, his grin forming more into a smirk when the look on Tommy’s face mixed with panic, excitement, and flusteredness. Xey nodded, already trembling at the sight of Wilbur, Techno, and Phil with their hands in the shapes of claws. He’s so dead. A dead man. Gone.

Wilbur looked at him with a look that said, “Ready?” Tommy nodded again, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and taking in a sharp breath to brace himself, but it wasn’t much help as he immediately shrieked at both of Wilbur’s hands digging into xeir stomach, scribbling and pinching and tasering against the sensitive skin. Techno soon followed, squeezing up and down Tommy’s thighs and occasionally scribbling beneath their knees. Not a good day for Tommy to wear shorts. Phil joined in, his wings brushing against Tommy’s neck and ears while he used his hands to pinch and scribble on xeir sides and ribs. This was entirely TORTURE.

“GUHUHUHUYS!” Tommy screamed, his arms shaking as he struggled to hold them up. How was he expected to do this!? They could have at least made it easier for him!

“THIHIS IHIHIS UHUHUNFAHA- AAHAHA WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs as best as he could and bringing down their arms to shove at Wilbur’s head as he blew a long raspberry on xeir navel, then taking a breath before going back to nibble on their stomach. Tommy’s laughter fell silent for a second as he threw his head back, immediately screaming again before falling into laughter once again. He could hardly speak, really only making out the words “FUHUHUCK!” and “NOHOHO!”

Wilbur obviously noticed that Tommy brought his arms down, but he also noticed how his laughter had fallen silent for a moment then grew to be raspy as the boy could barely even speak anymore. He wasn’t going to continue, not roughly. He gestured for Phil and Techno to stop as he let Tommy go. Wilbur immediately pulled Tommy to a hug, gently rubbing his back as a gesture of comfort and resting their chin on xeir head. Tommy breathed heavily as he buried his face against Wilbur’s chest, taking in big gulps of air as he began to relax in Wilbur’s hold. Phil cooed out loud at the two.

“Did I, or, we, go too far, Toms?” Wilbur asked, his voice gentle. Tommy shook his head no.

Eventually, Tommy looked up at Wilbur. His face was bright red, dried tears on their face, now with a small smile and still squinted eyes. Wilbur couldn’t help himself;

“Awwh!”

Tommy hid his face again out of embarrassment, yelping as Wilbur stood up and moved Tommy to carry xem bridal style. Techno placed a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder as he got a look at the teen in the brunette’s arms. He smiled fondly.

The four men all silently agreed on just relaxing in the main room of the house. Tommy stayed huddled close to Wilbur, clinging to him like a koala to a tree branch.

He may have been tired —all four of them were, honestly, but Tommy especially—, but that didn’t stop him from delivering a few pokes to the three men he was surrounded by, smiling at the small yelps and muffled giggles from each of them.

“Your hair’s getting longer,” Tubbo muses as he begins to separate the hair into three equal parts.

“I can cut it if you want,” Techno replies.

Tubbo exclaims, “No, don’t!” Satisfied with the way he separated the hair, he begins to braid it, one part over the other. “It suits you. Plus, it makes it easier to style.”

The two of them sit in comfortable silence for a while, Tubbo’s steady movements making Techno want to fall asleep right there. 

“That should do it,” Tubbo says finally, tying the end of the braid in a hairband. Techno doesn’t move right away, knowing he likes to look over his work. “It looks good!” he concludes, so Techno reaches behind him to feel the braid, careful not to disturb the flowers.

“Thanks,” Techno says, turning to face him, making Tubbo grin.

“Of course, bossman!” His smile falls for a moment as he studies Techno’s face. “You have some strands falling out.”

“It’s fine—” Techno tries to reassure him, but Tubbo is already reaching out to push the loose hairs away.

As much as he tries to hide it, he can’t help but flinch when Tubbo brushes over his ears. Tubbo’s eyes widen. He goes to repeat the action, but Techno grabs his wrist.

“Don’t.”

“You’re ticklish,” Tubbo says in amazement. His other hand comes up to flutter his fingers over the same area, and Techno smiles despite his efforts not to. “That’s so cute!” he coos.

“You’re one to talk,” Techno grumbles, and before Tubbo can react he’s being pulled into his friend’s lap. He shrieks with laughter as Techno’s wiggling fingers meet his stomach. He squirms and pushes at Techno’s wrists, but the sensation mixed with how hard he’s laughing makes him significantly weaker.

“Wahahait, plehehease!” he cries. 

Techno pretends to think about it. “Nah.”

He’s not usually so playful, but he can’t help it. He’s too fond of Tubbo.

-

“You’ve cut your hair,” Tubbo huffs, looking over it.

“I didn’t,” Techno reminds him. “Dream cut it off in a duel.”

Tubbo rolls his eyes. “How am I supposed to braid it now?”

“You still can.”

The ram ignores him, but his eyes suddenly light up. “Wait here!” he tells him, dashing off.

He comes back a few minutes later with dozens of flowers. Techno watches as he begins to fiddle with them, weaving their stems together to make something. When he’s finally done, he holds it up. It’s a flower crown.

“Here!” he says happily, placing it on Techno’s head. Techno reaches up to feel it, like he usually does when Tubbo does something with his hair.

Tubbo grins suddenly. “I might not be able to braid it, but I can do this!”

Techno doesn’t have time to question him before he’s giggling (giggling!) from Tubbo’s gentle, torturous touch on his ears. He covers his mouth with his hand, but it doesn’t do much to muffle the high-pitched sound. Tubbo makes a loud awww! noise, his eyes going wide with fondness. Techno would normally try to stop him, but he’s gone soft for this kid.

Dream had been annoying poor Techno all day. Just causing general annoyances by tripping him up, throwing things at him, scaring him, and the like. They were currently taking a walk, Techno prayed that this would calm down his hyper friend who strode along happily beside him.

"Dream.." Techno spoke, stopping and closing his eyes as Dream threw a small twig at his head for the third time in the space of like five minutes.

"What?" Dream chuckled as he also stopped walking.

"You are seriously getting on my last nerve today" Techno replied, opening his eyes again and looking over at his friend who looked back at him with a smug look on his face. Techno looked at him for a further couple of seconds before looking away and shaking his head as he continued walking, the whole time Dream was chuckling to himself. Dream broke into a slow jog to catch up with his friend who was storming ahead by this point.

"Hey! Techno! Wait!" Dream called out, Techno just continued walking.

"Techno~" said in a sing-song voice "Techno!" He repeated, his friend still didn't react however, he just continued to walk, a neutral expression on his face.

Dream wasn't having any of it. He went quiet for a second, continuing to walk beside the other guy who was still awkwardly not speaking. A smile started forming on Dream's face as he thought of a smart and hilarious idea, or so it seemed to him at least.

He stuck his foot out, tripping his friend up once again before immediately taking off running and cackling.

"You little- Dream!! Get back here!" Techno called after the guy, instantly taking off after him without hesitation. Dream's laughter turned more frantic sounding when he heard his friend's footsteps stomping on the ground behind him.

"No!! Techno I'm sorry! Leave mehe- HAHA! Leave me ahalone!" Dream replied, never once slowing down as he continued to run away from the other guy who wasn't far behind him.

"You can't run forever Dream" Techno said in a menacing tone, "I'm gonna get you eventually, why don't you make it easy for yourself and just stop running?" He continued.

"NO!" Dream practically screeched in reply, "never!"

"No? We'll see about that, see how long you can run for.. shall we? I can't imagine it'll be very long before you're all out of breath" Techno taunted his friend, he was going to get him back for being such an annoying shit all day, and he wasn't going to go easy on the guy.

"Shut- shut up!" Dream cried, he was already getting pretty tired and out of breath. "You're crazy!" He continued, still laughing uncontrollably due to nerves and also the fact that he found his own actions hilarious.

"Come on Dream, give up!" Techno said.

"N-No!" Dream replied. He ran until his lungs burned, but he knew that if he stopped running then he'd be done for. He had no idea what his friend was planning, but he knew it would be nothing good.

Unlucky for Dream however, he tripped over a rock causing him to stumble and crash onto the grass landing with a dull thud. He turned himself over to face his friend who had slowed to a walk. Dream watched in horror as Techno stormed towards him with purpose. Butterflies exploded in his stomach as he saw this, he knew that he was done for now.

"Techno- please wait- I'm sorry! I didn't- I didn't mean to-" Dream tried to plead with the guy while still giggling hysterically.

"My ass! I'll show you sorry" Techno replied with a smirk. Before Dream had time to do so much as even ask what his friend meant by this, Techno practically pounced on him, pinning him onto the ground. Dream let out a scream before dissolving into more frantic laughter.

"HAHA TECHNOHO W-WAHAHAIT!”

"Wait for what? Christmas?" Techno replied sarcastically, only causing Dream to laugh even more as he tried to shove his friend off him.

"Fuck off!" He laughed, shoving his friend away from him but Techno easily managed to overpower the other guy.

Dream couldn't do anything but laugh hysterically as Techno just stared down at him with a menacing grin. Without warning, Techno attacked his friends sides, squeezing and poking them vigorously.

"Techno no! Plehehease dohohont!" Dream cackled.

"Why not?" Techno smirked,

"Fuhuck you! I hate you!" Dream could barely get any words out from laughing so hard.

"I should hate you for annoying me all day" Techno smirked as he roughly poked all over his friends ribs and sides causing him to thrash around in Techno's grip.

"I- I'm- I'M SORREHEHE!" Was all Dream could yell out.

"Stop! Techno please stop!" Dream cackled as he grabbed his friend's wrists, managing to stop him momentarily.

Techno just gave him a look, raising his eyebrows and smiling like he was waiting for an answer. Techno pulled his hands out of Dream's grip, wiggling his fingers on his sides causing Dream to start cackling again.

"YOU FUHUCKING SUCK!" He yelled,

"Oh I do?" Techno smirked,

"YES!" Dream replied among other unintelligible nonsense.

"How much does this suck? Huh?" Techno smirked, darting his hands to his friends knees and squeezing them causing Dream to emit squeaky, high pitched sounding laughter.

"Haha! Listen to you!" Techno sniggered.

"Fuck you" Dream managed to say though all of the giggling.

"Huh?" Techno smirked,

"Yohohou are soho dead!" Dream spat out as his friend pinched all over his knees.

"Oh what are you gonna do huh? Tough guy" Techno commented sarcastically.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU! STOHOHOP!" Dream shrieked with laughter when Techno shot his hands back to his sides.

"Oh you're gonna kill me huh?" Techno smirked,

"YEHEHES! YOU AHASSHOLE! PLEHEHEASE!" Dream cackled as he tried to slap and grab at his friends hands.

"Please huh? Beggars can't be choosers Dream" was all Techno replied, still squeezing his friends sides and wiggling his fingers on his ribcage.

"YOU DIHICK! YOU FUCK- AHAHAHA! STOP!"

"Are you still gonna kill me?" Techno sniggered, bringing the torment to a halt. His friend just breathed heavily and looked up at him.

"N-No.. oh my god.. please don't- please don't do that again" Dream puffed,

"Do what? This?" Techno smirked poking his friend in the ribs causing him to let out a slightly pained laugh.

"Agh- hahaha stooop" Dream whined as he folded his arms over his stomach.

"Move your arms" Techno smirked, grabbing the other guy’s arms and trying to pry them away from his body however they were practically glued to him.

"No" Dream sniggered, knowing what would happen if he did move his arms.

"No!" he repeated as his friend grabbed his knees causing him to reach forward, trying to push Techno's hands away.

Techno took this opportunity to grab Dream's sides again. Dream shrieked with laughter as he continued to try and stop his friend's merciless attack. Techno grabbed Dream's wrists and pinned them above his head.

"Techno.. please.. cut it out!" Dream pleaded, trying to sound serious but he couldn't stop the nervous giggling from escaping his mouth.

"Hm.. I don't think so" Techno sniggered as he used one hand to pin Dream's arms and the other to squeeze his sides and all over his torso.

Dream let out a high pitched squeak before dissolving into fits of laughter.

"TECHNO NOHOHO! NONONONONO PLEHEHEASE!" he cackled, tears flying from his eyes and down his face.

Techno said nothing and just laughed at his poor friend. He poked all over his ribs and stomach causing the other guy to start frantically wriggling and laughing.

"TECHNO PLEHEASE STOP! COME OHOHON! STOHOHOP! I CAN'T- I CAN'T BREHEHEATHE!" Dream pleaded.

"Can't breathe huh? Then how are you talking?" Techno smirked, stopping for a second to let his friend breathe.

"I- I hate you- I hate you so much" Dream said as he regained his breath.

"Huh?" Techno sniggered,

Without warning, Dream twisted his wrists out of his friend's grip in one swift motion. Before Techno could even comprehend what just happened Dream lunged forward and pushed him backwards.

"Shit!" Techno yelled, chuckling as Dream smirked and grabbed his friend's wrists, trying to pin him down.

"No!" Techno yelled as he tried to push his friend back with his feet. Dream reached down and grabbed Techno's knees causing him to dissolve into laughter as he kicked and tried to grab his friends hands.

"Dream nohoho!" He laughed,

"The tables have turned now, huh?" Dream smirked as he pushed his friend's legs down before perching himself on top of them. Techno let out a panicked yell mixed with some cackling as he tried to slap at the other guy.

"I'm not even doing anything" Dream sniggered as he watched Techno who was hysterical.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked but all he got in reply were more slaps and laughter.

"You're crazy" Dream chuckled as he slowly reached for Techno's sides. This only made his friend worse. His laughter got louder and more frantic and he desperately slapped at his friend's arms. Dream smirked and jabbed his friend in the ribs.

"Dream plehehease, I'm gonna throhow up!" Techno pleaded but Dream was having too much fun.

"Oh yeah? Sucks now that the shoe's on the other foot huh?" Dream retorted as he squeezed his friend's sides causing him to let out a yelp as he kicked and thrashed under his Dream’s weight. Had he not been weak from laughing so much he would have been able to throw Dream off.

"I'm pretty sure my shoes have stayed on the same feet" Techno said through his laughter.

"Smart ass" Dream scoffed, smirking at his friend who was hysterical.

"P-Plehease st-st-AHAHAH! STOHOHOP!" Techno struggled to say through his constant laughter.

"Sorry? I didn't catch that" Dream replied, deliberately trying to make things worse.

"NOHOHO YOU DICK!" Techno cried as Dream reached for his knees again.

"What?" Dream smirked,

"COME ON!" Techno continued to cackle as he tried to bring his knees up.

"You're not so smart now huh? You could've killed me" Dream said, grabbing onto Techno's sides again, wiggling his fingers vigorously.

"I wish I did!" Techno chortled whilst trying to grab Dream's hands.

Dream's attack came to a halt "I'm sorry?" He questioned earning only a nervous giggle from the other guy.

He grabbed each of his friend's wrists and pinned them above his head. Techno laughed hysterically as his friend used one hand to pin him and the other to tickle him.

"What did you say?" Dream smirked as he wiggled his fingers all over his friend's sides causing him to let out a shriek.

"DREAM NOHOHO I'M SORREHEHE! PLEHEASE STOHOHOP!"

"No way, this is hilarious" Dream sniggered as he slowly inched his hands further up his friend's body towards his underarms.

"PLEHEHEASE! I- I CAHAHAHAN'T! I CAN'T STOHOHOP!" Techno screeched as he desperately tried to bring his arms down.

He pulled his knees up hitting Dream who was still perched on top of him.

"Then say it" Dream smirked, wiggling his fingers on his friend's sides.

"Say what?!" Techno questioned as laughter bubbled from his throat.

"Say you're sorry" Dream replied, lifting his hand for a second.

"Nohoho fuhuck yohohou!" Techno cackled as he tried to wiggle free but had no such luck.

"I guess I'll just have to keep tickling you then" Dream sniggered causing Techno's laughter to become more frantic as he shook his head, tears rolling down his red cheeks.

"NO NO PLEASE!" He begged as Dream continued to squeeze his sides,

"DREAM! HAHAHAHA STOHOHOP!" Techno cackled.

"Then say you're sorry" Dream replied,

"I- HATE YOU! COME OHOHON!" Techno continued to laugh like a maniac as he wriggled and thrashed under his friend's grip.

"Just say you're sorry and I'll stop, that's all you have to do" Dream said in a nonchalant way as he wiggled his fingers on Techno's lower sides. This must have been a sensitive spot because Techno let out a shriek.

"YOU DIHIHICK!" Techno yelled but this only caused Dream to go harder on him. He squeezed around his ribcage causing Techno's laughter to peak, throwing in the odd gasp or hiccup.

"Huh? You know, if you just apologised and stopped being a stubborn little shit then I'd stop" Dream explained, the other guy continued to laugh, unable to say much.

"OKAHAHAY! I- I'M- I'M SORREHEHE" Techno finally caved in,

"Alright, fair enough" Dream sniggered. He let go of his Techno's wrists and moved to sit beside the other guy who dried his eyes, tears staining his face, breathing heavily.

🦙🦙🦙…

Cool obsidian welcomed Dream’s tired body as he slumped against the wall, allowing himself to rest his eyes as he cradled his throbbing knuckles. The prison cell made all its familiar noises - lava gurgles, crying obsidian pops and fizzes, and the occasional chime from the Elder Guardian spell. The only unfamiliar sound, was the occasional page turn from his new innate.

“How’re your hands?” Dream startled at the voice, peeling a single eye open to address the piglin hybrid, who lay comfortably in front of the lava-fall, quill in one hand and book in the other.

“They’re…They’re alright,” Dream examined his hands. Blisters had formed on each knuckle, and his right hand was most definitely swollen. That’s what he gets for punching an obsidian block for 24 hours, he sighed. They were nothing in comparison to the scars that he had received from Quackity though…

“Might give it a couple of days before we move onto phase 2 eh?” Techno said, after glancing over at Dream briefly.

“That might be good..” The prison noises returned once again. “Why are you lying so close to the lava?”

“It’s warm.” Dream scrunched up his nose at how relaxed the response was. He really was treating this all like a vacation. He had even taken off his cloak and draped it over his lectern. “Plus, the crying obsidian is kinda eerie, the lava drowns out the sounds.”

“Yeah, the crying obsidian is… interesting.” His eyes drifted to a nearby block, watching as the electricity danced along the surface of it. “I tried to create a nether portal, Sam found me out.”

“Ah, smart move by him.”

“Hav-have you touched it yet?” Techno’s ears twitched at the tone and the slight hesitation, turning to looking at the green man in his corner.

“No..? Is that something I should put on my to-do list?” A curious spark flickered through Techno’s eyes as he watched a subtle pink tinge make itself apparent on the boy’s cheeks. It did not appear to hinder Dream’s confident tone though.

“Are you bored?” He asked. Techno looked down at the various arrangement of squiggles he had drawn in his notebook.

“Perhaps.”

“Then yes.”

The rivals locked eyes, the challenge now apparent in Dream’s slight upturned lips. Techno’s eyes flickered between him and a patch of crying obsidian on the wall. His curiosity was peaked.

“Why..?” He questioned suspiciously.

“Eh, it’s just interesting,” Was the only answer he got, along with a shrug that was clearly not genuine. Still, his interest remained peaked, and he lifted himself off the ground slowly.

“Whatchya doing?” He asked when Dream stood too, watching him visibly flinch in the process.

“I’m coming over to watch.” Technoblade examined him, unconvinced by his excuse, but convinced that nothing bad could happen by touching an obsidian block.

“Fair enough.”

Tentatively, but not too tentatively, he crept closer to the wall, laying an outstretched hand across the surface when he reached it. The obsidian pulsed beneath his palm, little electric shocks pricking his skin. He watched the particles leap out, entranced by not only their royal blue colour, but their flickering movements.

“Wanna know the best part?” Techno stifled a jump as Dream’s voice appeared from right next to him.

“And what would that be?”

Perfect, he had fallen for it. Dream couldn’t help the devilish smirk that pulled at his lips, as he listened for the zaps and pops around the cell. He had learnt to time them quite well.

3… 2… 1…

“WAh- Dream? What are you- AHAHAHAHAHA!?” Techno couldn’t even process what had happened. One minute he was peacefully staring at the flickering blue sparks, next minute Dream had a shoved him against the wall, and bolts of electricity had thrown themselves into his nervous system. He twitched and cackled uncontrollably as the sparks frolicked across his skin, finding each nerve ending and buzzing mercilessly.

Dream smiled along with Techno’s cackle, following him as he slid down the wall and curled up on the cell floor.

“Whahahat- Whahahat is hahahahappehehening???” Techno’s cackle had become light and squeaky.

“I don’t know!? You tell me!” Dream teased, throwing in a few quick squeezes to Techno’s side and poking his ribs. He was careful not injure his hands in the process.

However his attack was abruptly cut off as Techno managed to swiftly gather, and effectively disable his wrists. He looked to Techno in surprise. Surely the effect hadn’t worn off already?? He still had at least 2 minutes left??

“Youhu- you really thohought I was gonna let you do that forever?” Dread pooled in Dream’s stomach as Techno sat himself up, still with an iron grip on his wrists. He had never seen a look of vengeance quite like this, not even on Tommy.

“I- ugh- look I- um. Hehehey Techno??”

“Dream, you know I grew up with two little brothers right?” He began to reel Dream in, finding it relatively easy considering the guy had been eating only raw potatoes for six months. “You know they used to pull these kinda stunts on me all the time right?”

Dream babbled out a few unfinished protests, attempting and failing to yank himself free from the grasp. Techno spun him round, pulling him into his chest and wrapping his arms around Dream’s middle, resting his hands on his ribs.

“Wahahahhihit, wahahit Tehechno come ohohon.” Dream whined through anticipatory giggles. Techno smirked, beginning to wiggle his fingers lightly over the bones.

“Already giggling before I’ve touched you,” he tutted, “You’re almost as bad as Tommy, you know that?”

“Stahahahahap EEEE!!” His laughter picked up when Techno began scribbling. He began to squirm, kicking his legs this way and that, and trying to batt away Techno’s hands. Techno chuckled at the squirming, and then migrated his scribbles to Dream’s belly, pinching and prodding at the skin through his hoody. Dream convulsed, wheezing hard and then falling into hysterical cackles as Techno slipped his hand under the hoody and began to knead into the muscles.

“TEHEHEHECHNOHOHO!!!”

“Yes Dream?”

“I CAHAHAHAN’T!!!”

“Can’t what? Can’t believe how much it tickles?” He paused his attack as a noise in the far distance caught his attention. Dream still giggled away, even after Techno had stopped, but immediately sat up when he saw Techno’s ear twitching.

“Oh god, they’re coming.” He whispered. Techno nodded, calmly standing and patting down his clothing. He helped Dream up, watching as his facial expressions quickly morphed into glimmers of worry and anxiety.

“You alright?” He asked after retrieving his cloak from the lectern. He laid a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, surprised to see him looking so scared. So he really wasn’t lying about the torturing then…

“I can’t even defend myself..” He mumbled. Techno watched as he stared down at his shaky, bruised hands.

“Well if it’s just Quackity I have a plan.” He offered, watching as the lava flow began to descend. He had had to deal with Quackity on multiple occasions in the past, and he had a few persuasive techniques up his sleeve. This crying obsidian business just made it all 10x easier.

“What do you mean you have a plan?? He has a netherite axe and a netherite sword!! He’ll just kill you!!”

“Oh Dreeeeaamm!!” Quackity’s voice boomed across the lava lake. Techno observed as Sam flicked the leaver, initiating the piston drawbridge.

“Watch and learn Dream, ok?” He turned to Dream, who was no longer standing next to him, but shrivelled back into his corner of the cell. He let out a sigh. A whole two months of this huh?

“Technoblade!! How’s it going man? How’s your visit to Dream going hmm??” Quackity taunted once he stepped foot in the cell, a bounce in his step. Techno watched as the bridge disappeared beneath the glow of lava once again, eyes falling upon the suspender-wearing ravenette.

“Quackity.. You set me up, once again.” He stated nonchalantly, crossing his arms over his chest. Quackity chortled, dropping his voice to a lower tone.

“Well you’re just gonna have to stop falling for them aren’t you.” His voice seethed with the confidence that came only with power, as he pulled out a netherite axe from behind his back. Techno scrunched up his nose, he stank of Goverment.

“I see you’ve been treating Dream well.” He kept his eyes on Quackity’s, looking for hints of fear that may still remain from their last dispute. Beneath the obvious, - and might he add - well placed scar, he located the undeniable shimmer of hesitation.

“Yeah!! Isn’t that right Dream?! We’ve been having heaps of fun!!” The ravenette laughed, tossing the battle axe over his shoulder, twirling it in his hands.

“FUCK YOU!!” Dream spat from his corner, practically scrambling up the walls when Quackity begin to staunch over.

“Oh yeah? Oh yeah?? You wanna speak to me like that? You wanna- Techno?” Quackity stopped in his tracks as Techno side stepped in front of Dream, arms still crossed. “Techno?! You’re saying you’ll take a blow for Dream? Wow that’s so sweet Technoblade! I might even shed a tear.”

“You won’t do it.” Techno stated, still keeping his eyes on Quackity’s.

“Wha- Yes I will?” Quackity look a step back in defence, but readied his axe and positioned himself into a poor fighting stance regardless.

“Do it then.”

“Ok I will!” And with that, the ravenette swung his axe at Techno, who merely ducked under the blow, and grabbed Quackity by the back of the neck as the weight of the axe spun him round, shoving him roughly into the wall. And yes, he had ensured that it was crying obsidian.

“What the FUHUHUCK!!” Dream watched in disbelief as Quackity was thrown into the wall, already being thrown into giggles from the buzzes.

“Alright Quackity, we’ve been here before. You gonna make your way back over that drawbridge or am I gonna have to embarrass you in front of Dream?” Techno teased into Quackity’s ear, enjoying the goosebumps that patterned over his pale skin.

“Whahahat the fuhuhuck is thihis?!” Quackity shivered, he spoke through gritted teeth, unable to control the titters that flowed out of him. Why the fuck had Sam never mentioned these fucking walls? He tried to struggle out of Techno’s grasp with no success, eyes widening when he felt him dislodge his sword and axe from his person, tossing them across the room with a loud clang

“WHAT THE FUHUCK ARE YOU DOHIHING!!?”

“I’m disarming you.” Techno stated calmly. “You gonna be good a scramble back across that bridge now?” He tapped his fingers over Quackity’s ribs as a warning, earning a strangled screech. Sure he could’ve used the weapons to kill Quackity right then and there, but Techno knew far too well that killing a man would not get him out of prison. No.. he’d hunt this little ducky down later. For now he just needed to convince him to leave before he sees the hole in the floor.

“Wahahahit Techno, Techno!! We can tahahalk about thihis, we can tahahalk about- AHHCK!!” Techno flinched as a audible zap was heard from the wall, causing Quackity to spasm and fall into hysterics, just as he himself had done earlier. He allowed the man to collapse to the floor, following him down and adding in extra pinches and squeezed to his ribs and hips.

“Oh we can talk, don’t you worry... See Dream? Told ya I had a plan!” He gloated, looking up and watching as Dream slowing emerged from his shadowy corner, the discarded weapons on the floor catching his attention. Technoblade’s enthusiasm was immediately replaced by concern, as a he watched a familiar look dart into Dream’s eyes. He knew the look well; ‘kill’.

“Dream.” He warned, moving his hands to squeeze at both of Quackity’s hips. “Not here.” Dream shot him a glare of distaste, eyes flickering back to the weapons on the floor.

“Cmere, I’ve got an idea that’ll be better for the long run.” Dream nodded hesitantly, before breaking his gaze with the weapons and creeping over towards him and Quackity, kneeling beside them. Quackity shot Dream a glare out of the corner of his eye, however the intimidating intention was lost beneath his hysterical giggles, as sparks shot through his body from his hips.

“FUCK OHOHOFF!! Not youhuhu tohoho!! SAHAHAHAHAM-!!!” His desperate call for his partner was cut off by a hand clamping his mouth shut.

“Don’t be doing that now..” Dream warned. Quackity’s eyes widened as he nodded his head, acknowledging the danger that burned in Dream’s eyes.

“Why not Quackity? I’m sure Dream deserves some revenge doesn’t he?” Techno’s voice was still as calm and monotonous as ever, ignoring the threat Quackity was receiving.

“You’re telling me I could’ve avoided 2 months of torture by just tickling him?” Dream growled, removing his hand from his tormentors mouth once he was sure he had made his point clear. He watched in disbelief as the ravenette twitched and turned on the floor, cheeks turning a brilliant red in colour.

“Yeah.. look we’ve had our run ins before as you are aware.” Techno stated, moving up to dig into Quackity’s ribs. “And just between you and me Dream, this guy is awfully persistent until you start tickling him. He always gives in after that.” Dream nodded thoughtfully, reaching out hesitantly to squeeze at the ravenette’s kneecaps.

“I CAN FUHUHUCKING HEAR YOUHUHU- AHCK!!” A new wave of hysterical laughter washed over Quackity, as he tried to shake his leg free from Dream. How did this always happen to him?? He swore that putting Dream and Techno in the most secure prison on the SMP wouldn’t have been a problem! But it seemed that he was wrong…

“He isn’t telling us to stop,” Dream observed, smirking a little when a blush crept up Quackity’s face and ears.

“FUHUHUCK YOUHUHU!!”

“Oh yeah he never does. Just kinda takes it for a bit and then leaves.” Techno explained, drilling into a specific rib that had produced a shriek.

“It’s almost like he wanted to be tickled..”

“Mm yes it does appear that way.” Techno hummed in agreement. Quackity’s face burned, but he stubbornly attempted to batt away Techno’s hands.“Ok Quackity, this is what we’re gonna need from you. You’re gonna waddle your way back to Sam, and you’re not gonna come back here for- hmm i don’t know- a week or two? Recon that’ll be long enough Dream?”

“Yeah, sure,” The blonde shrugged, migrating his squeezes up Quackity’s thigh with his good hand. Quackity felt as though he could die right there. But what would he tell Sam??

‘Whoops sorry! They tickled me so much that I left my fucking weapons in the cell with the prisoners?!?”

He’d rather take his chances here.

“SAHAHAHAHAM-!” Quackity yelled again, causing Dream to hiss out another threat, but he was cut off by the whir of the piston bridge. Quackity’s eyes lightened, craning his neck to watch the lava sinking.

“Quackity are you ok??” Sam’s voice echoed, bringing a smile to Quackity’s face, and a scowl to Dream end Technos.

“YEHEHEHES!!!!” Techno rolled his eyes at his enemy’s celebration, getting up and following Dream away from the netherite barrier, sliding the weapons back across the floor towards their original owners. There was no point in trying to threaten both guards at once. He turned around to face the creeper-hybrid once the piston bridge stopped. A look of disproval and confusion was laced all over his face, as he watched a very flustered Quackity pick himself off of the floor.

They exchanged a conversation, too soft for Techno or Dream to hear, but they watched as various, exasperated gestures were thrown towards the weapons on the floor, the wall of crying obsidian, the two prisoners and then back to the floor again regardless. A groan from Quackity and a face palm from Sam marked their point of departure, leaving the two inmates alone once again.

“Well that was… interesting..” Dream finally spoke after the lava returned.

“Indeed.” Techno agreed, moving back towards the lava. “Almost got us some weapons.”

“I can’t believe he liked it!” Dream stated, ignoring Techno’s comment. Techno smirked to himself.

“That makes two of you.” He said, a slight teasy tone to his voice, turning back to face Dream to show him his smirk.

“WHAT! What is that supposed to mean??” Dream’s pink tinge from earlier returned to his cheeks.

“You know what it means. Don’t think I didn’t notice your little blush from earlier. I’m Technoblade I know these things.” He chuckled when Dream gaped out a few wordless protests, his blush transitioning to a deep red.

“Oh shut up..” He mumbled, resuming his position back in his corner. Techno chuckled again, also returning to his book. The regular sounds of the prison cell returned once again, only this time, Techno was much less threatened by the pops and fizzes of the crying obsidian.

🦙🦙🦙…

He’d come to the UK to visit his internet family and friends, and was living at Phil's because the man refused to let him stay in a motel.

"Why waste money when you can just reinforce the family dynamic? Besides, Kristen would kill me if you didn't stay here, she's been looking forward to meeting you."

His words warmed Techno inside and out, Phil cooing at his glowing flush over discord as he tried to reply coherently. It was useless. He'd given in, only because Kristen was terrifying when she wanted to be. Phil was probably half joking about dying to her hand.

Besides he'd been wanting to bully Phil alongside his wife for ages now. Who was he to pass up the opportunity?

Now though, he truly wished he'd picked the motel. Wilbur and Tommy had come to stay at Phil's too, both incredibly eager to meet their fellow brother at last.

Tommy had latched onto him like a koala after Techno reassured him he didn't mind the contact. Wilbur, after getting his fair share of 'Techno Hugs', then settled on seeing how far he could push Techno's patience.

The American was kicked back on the couch, Tommy still coiled around him like a loving snake. Phil was on another chair with Kristen beside him, watching as Wilbur practically jumped up and down as he ranted about games he could best Techno in.

"Just Dance! Come on, no way you could be good at that!"

"I hold the best record in my household Wil, no one's ever beaten me and you won't be the first."

"He's right mate, he sent me photos of his high score, don't even try it" Phil called from beside Kristen.

Wilbur huffed but trusted Phil's word so he looked back to Techno with a calculating gaze. "Wii Sports, you and me, tennis, baseball, golf?"

Techno yawned obnoxiously, making Tommy giggle as he rose and fell with Techno's chest. "My entire childhood Wilbur, I'm more experienced than you by a long shot, I was a recluse for years, what do you think I did in that time?"

Wilbur grumbled, taking his word for it as he scrambled for other ideas. "Uh, Mario Kart! I could totally kick your ass at Mario Kart! Phil has actual steering wheels for it!"

"I'm the champion at racing games Wil, I bet Minecraft with a steering wheel, get on my level" Techno drawled, giving Tommy a fist bump when the boy raised his fist with a grin.

Wilbur growled much to their amusement, pacing a bit as he tried to come up with something he could win against the American. Techno allowed his gaze to drop down to Tommy who was leaning more and more heavily into his side.

"Getting tired Toms?" He muttered quietly, his voice going softer instinctively. Growing up with siblings taught you some things.

Tommy hummed, eyelashes fluttering a little in sleepy blinks. "I can move if you want…?"

Techno gently scratched at Tommy's scalp, smiling when the teenager practically melted into his side. "Nah, you're okay-"

"I bet I could beat you in an actual fight!"

That caught Techno's attention. He flicked his gaze up and raised a brow at Wilbur who was standing steady in front of him. "Really?" He asked.

Wilbur nodded. "Undoubtedly."

Techno levelled Wilbur with a deadpan look, then dropped his eyes down to Tommy who was watching tiredly. “Tommy.”

The blonde blinked a little at the American, giving a hum of question.

“Mind sitting up for me please? Your big brother has to go deal with this nerd.”

Tommy giggled and eased himself off of his friend's side, Techno ruffling his hair in passing as he stood up from the couch. Wilbur immediately broke into a grin at Techno's compliance, lifting his fists into a fighting position.

“Ohhhhh, let’s go pig man!” He cheered, “show me what your gamer-man arms can do!”

Techno smirked and cracked his knuckles, making a show of shaking his hands out and rearing up to fight. “You really wanna go Soot? Think you could handle this guy?”

Wilbur jumped from side to side, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. “Hell yeah, come at me, come face the Wilbur!”

“Oh god, not the Wilbur!” Techno gasped in mock horror, stumbling back a bit to add to the act. If anything, it only egged Wilbur on more.

“Yeah! The Wilbur! You’re gonna get it now!”

Phil sighed heavily, rubbing a hand over his face in exasperated fondness while Kristen cheered from beside him. “Get his ass Techno!”

Wilbur gaped at Kristen, a mock offended look on his face as he briefly lowered his arms. “What the heck Mumza?! I thought you were on my side?!”

Looking away was his worst mistake. Techno took the opportunity to lunge for Wilbur, wrapping his arms around his waist and taking them both to the floor. A shriek left Wilbur’s mouth as he hit the ground, squabbling with Techno with yelps of protest as he smacked at Techno’s hands that were trying to pin him down.

“Yeahhh! Get em Tech!”

“Please don’t break anything!”

“Come on Techno! Take him down!”

Techno grinned at the yells behind him, managing to nab one of Wilbur’s flailing wrists and force it to the floor. The brunette screeched, his other hand coming up to push at Techno’s face, laughter started to tumble out of him.

“Yohou dihick! Lehemme uhup!”

“Stay dohown, crihime boy!” Techno’s deep chuckles followed Wilbur’s, his laughter was incredibly infectious.

“Mahahake mehe!” Wilbur playfully growled back, pressing his hand firmer against Techno’s cheek to force his head up more.

Techno’s spare hand went to shove at Wilbur's shoulder, but due to his blindness with the man forcing his head away, he missed the mark and his fingers grazed Wilbur’s armpit. Wilbur squealed, ripping his hand down and curling away from Techno. The room was deathly silent for a long while. Enough time passed for Wilbur to hesitantly lift his head from where he’d pressed it to the floor. He wished he hadn't looked.

Techno was grinning at him with half lidded eyes, a calculating look in the brown irises. Wilbur subconsciously curled his shoulders in with an anticipating smile, nerves in his eyes. “W-What? What is it?”

“Hmm, n’thing” Techno hummed, “just noticed a little something interesting about my younger brother is all.”

“B-By three minutes-”

“Yes yes, only by three minutes” Techno snickered then proceeded to use a finger to drag down Wilbur’s pinned arm.

Wilbur gasped and shoved Techno’s hand away, a squeak leaving his lips. “T-Tehech- Techno no” he tried to growl, but it was more of a high pitched yelp. Techno chuckled again, snatching up Wilbur's free hand and pinning it alongside his other one. “Oh now this is very interesting. Phil? Toms? Kristen? Did you know about this?”

Phil chuckled from the couch. “Yeah, his knees are the worst, his hips as well.”

Wilbur gave a choked sound, staring at the man in horror. “Phil!”

“Although if you use your nails on his neck he gets really, really giggly” Kristen added.

“Kristen what-?!”

“Oh, oh, and also if you claw at his ribs or stomach he’ll squeal” Tommy perked up from the couch.

The brunette was flushed pink, a rush of stuttering words tumbling from his lips. “What- no no- Tech don’t listen to them-”

Techno grinned, "nah, I think I will."

He brought a hand down to gently skitter his nails underneath Wilbur's jaw, eyes lighting up when the man immediately clamped his eyes shut and pursed his lips, a wide smile breaking out across his face.

"Come on Wil" he coaxed, "lemme hear your laughter~"

Wilbur stubbornly shook his head, cracking an eye open to glare at the man.

“Oh? Trying to hold it in aye?” Techno hummed, grinning at Wilbur who was fighting for his life to keep it together. "I grew up with siblings Wil, I could do this aaaall day~"

His nails brushed over Wilbur's collarbone, grinning at the squeak that was produced though the man tried to muffle it.

"I wonder how long you could handle this for" Techno thought out loud, making sure to keep his touch featherlight to keep Wilbur on edge. "Such one finger hmm? Let's start with that."

He slowly dragged his index finger along Wilbur's exposed arm, slow and steady but unbearable. Wilbur was squirming against the soft sensation, but still keeping his mouth shut.

"No? You can handle one? Alright then, two it is~"

To Wilbur's horror, Techno brought his hand back up and used both his index and middle fingers to drag down his arm again, occasionally wiggling them the barest margin.

"Tktktktktktktk~" Techno whispered into Wilbur's ear, adding a third finger without warning and repeating his process. "Oohh, I see your smile getting bigger, I think he's gonna breeaaak~"

Wilbur then burst into high pitched giggles, his laughter strangely like a hyenas as he tried to push his red face into his arm. "T-Tehehech!"

"And he's gone ladies and gentlemen!" Phil called like an announcer from the couch, gaining laughter from Tommy and Kristen and a fond eye roll from Techno.

"Alright then Sooty" the American turned all his attention onto the man before him. "Let's really get you laughing hmm?"

With that, he used Tommy's advice and began to claw at Wilbur's ribs. The man was thrown into bouts of laughter, loud cackles that were bouncy and happy. Though he shook his head and protested through his mirth, his eyes were shining with genuine joy. Whether it be from messing around with Techno for the first time in real life or from the tickling, Techno didn't know. He wasn't sure which one was more endearing.

Wilbur managed to yank an arm out but all it did was flop uselessly on the ground, Wilbur too caught up in his laughter to realise he'd freed one of his limbs. Techno snorted, scribbling over Wilbur's stomach quickly.

"Never knew you could laugh like this Will, kinda cute honestly~"

"Fuhuck- fuhuck ohohohoff!" Wilbur whined, kicking his heels into the ground as he giggled.

Techno grinned, taking his hands from Wilbur’s stomach and turned to Phil. “Hey old man, anywhere else I should try?” he started to ask when sudden rapid squeezing to his right side made him jolt away with a yelp. “AHAHahaye! Whahat-?”

Wilbur managed to snag the opportunity and locked his legs around Techno, forcing him to roll over onto his back. Wilbur shot up, pinning Techno down as he panted breathlessly from his laughter but his grin was smug. "Mihiy tuhurn bitch!"

He immediately started scribbling at Techno's lower back and side ruthlessly, not leaving a single ticklish stone unturned. The American broke into high laughter much to the surprise of the other occupants in the room, his bubbly giggles squeaking and hiccuping as he tried to push out protests.

“W-WAhahahit! WihihIHIHIHIL OHOHohoh gohohods-! H-Hahahahang ohohon!” He gasped, attempting to roll onto his back but Wilbur kept him down, starting to scratch at Techno’s sensitive flank.

Techno shrieked at the sudden change of tactics, squirming against the sensations desperately as he laughed. “WIHIHIHIL!”

“Told you I could win Tech! I told you! Never challenge the Wilbur!” Wilbur crowed, skittering his nails against the soft skin and cackling when Techno bucked with a squeal.

“WIHIHIHILL! NOhohohoho plehehEHEHAHAHAHA-” His words were lost in his laughter that he desperately tried to push down so he could fight back. It was useless however, because Wilbur dropped his head and blew a raspberry onto where his back met his sides.

Techno dropped like a sack of bricks, pushing his face into his arms to try and muffle the uncharacteristic cackles spilling free.

“Awwwww!” Phil fawned from the couch, quickly followed by Kristen’s adoring coos beside him. It made Techno’s ears burn red and smile widen.

“Oh my god! He’s blushing guys! He’s blushing, oh my god!” Wilbur gasped happily, slipping his fingers in the exposed space between Techno and the floor to skitter across his belly.

A yelp left Techno’s lips as he tried flattening himself to the floor in an attempt to block the man’s fingers, but it only pressed them into his stomach more. Wilbur giggled to himself when the American squealed and tried to smack away his arm.

“Something wrong Techie? You’re quite giggly there~” Wilbur hummed, pinching up and down Techno’s ribs, occasionally kneading in the spaces between the bones.

“Wilbur try his shoulder blades” Tommy spoke sleepily from the couch, lying on his side and watching with a grin.

Techno gave an indignant squawk that dissolved into a squeaky hiccup as Wilbur followed Tommy’s advice and scratched at the bones.

Wilbur grinned at the reaction, lifting his eyes to the blonde. “Good call Toms!”

Tommy smirked. “It works on you, figured it would be the same for your twin.”

“Oh fuck off.”

Phil cackled, leaning back and sharing a grin with Kristen. “Wilbur, you’re gonna kill Techno at this rate.”

“Nahhhh, he’ll be fine” Wilbur shrugged, dropping his head again to blow a mini raspberry into Techno’s shoulder blades and grinning when Techno frantically smacked the ground in fits of laughter.

Phil snickered fondly, lifting a brow. “You sure? Dunno how we’re gonna explain to his parents you accidentally murdered their son.”

Wilbur paused for a moment, screwing up his nose in thought. It allowed Techno to gain his breath and melt into the floor. He was a mess. His hair was mussed up from frantically shaking his head, his blush had taken over his whole face, and he had a smile so big it made his eyes squint.

“That’s a fair point” Wilbur hummed eventually, getting off at the American and sitting back on his hands with a mischievous giggle.

“You good Tech?” Kristen asked with an amused laugh.

The man let a breath that shook with leftover giggles. “Yehehah….yehehah I’m good” Techno grumbled, sitting up from the floor to glare at Wilbur who was smirking at him.

“Admit it Techno” he grinned, “admit that I won.”

Techno raised a brow at him, half tempted to stuff the brunette into a headlock and give him an aggressive noogie. On the other hand however...the three other occupants of the room did give him some helpful insight to Wilbur’s sensitivity.

“...Wilbur,” Techno spoke dangerously, glaring at his ‘twin’ playfully, “I refuse to admit defeat so early.”

He lunged at Wilbur without warning, taking amusement from the high pitched yell from the brunette as the man’s weight took him down to the floor again. He immediately struggled to fight back, knowing the second he let Techno get the upper hand, he was screwed.

Techno however, didn’t mind playing dirty.

He latched onto Wilbur’s hip and squeezed quickly, smirking when the brunette immediately fell back with a screech. Techno then quickly pinned his legs by sitting on them and squeezed at his knees with no mercy.

Wilbur, known to be very classy and elegant in his day to day life, honest to god arched off the floor with a scream. He was a frantic mess of babbling words and hysteric laughter. He attempted to sit up on an arm to fight back but his laughter had weakened his movements considerably. He’d never been able to handle his knees being tickled.

“TEHEHEHECH! TEHEHECHNOHOHOHO!” Wilbur shrieked, feebly smacking at Techno’s shoulders in the midst of his cackles.

The American grinned, wide and playful. "Admit it!" he challenged loudly.

"NEHEHEVER!"

Techno dropped a hand underneath one of Wilbur's knees to scribble against the sensitive skin, chuckling when Wilbur kicked frantically but couldn't move his hands.

"TEHEHEHECH!" Wilbur held his stomach as he pounded a fist into the floor, his flush practically glowing.

Techno only laughed. "Admit defeat Soot!"

Wilbur shook his head desperately, trying to withstand the fireworks of sensation tingling all across his knees but it was all he could focus on. Techno then leaned his weight away so he could lift up Wilbur's leg, raking his nails up and down the underside in an endless pattern. Wilbur had tears pricking his eyes before he finally cracked.

"YOHOHOU WIHIHIN! YOHOHOU WIHIHIN TEHEHECH!"

Techno cackled, thankfully easing up on the tickling and dropping Wilbur’s leg, looking over his shoulder at Wilbur who was flushed bright red with a wide grin splitting his face. He wheezed out a laugh, smacking Techno’s shoulder once more before collapsing onto his back in fits of giggles.

“Soooo, what was that you said Wil? You could beat me in a fight? Isn't that what you told me?”

Wilbur smacked him on the back weakly, a giggly whine pulling from his throat. “Yohou’re soho mehehean!”