one more fic idea, a simpler one if you want that is pomni helping ragatha fix some loose stitches after an adventure and accidentally tickling her in the process
Somewhere Only We Know.
(A/N: okay, so episode 8 came out and this idea seemed to make a lot more sense... i hope you enjoy, anon! sorry for taking too long. warning: the fic below contains tickling, if that's not your cup of tea, scroll away)
lee!ragatha x ler!pomni
words: 1000
summary: after caine's crashout, ragatha's cloth is all messed up. so, as a good (girl)friend, pomni helps her stitch it up.
The Digital Circus' crew as a mess to say the least. And rightfully so. The past few days were hell for them since Caine's crashing out.
Zooble's body parts were all scattered around, with Gangle and Kinger helping to pick them, Gangle's ribbons were all tangled up, Pomni was throwing up a black goop, Ragatha was full of slashes and loose stitches and Kinger, well, doing his best in the said situation. Caine usually fixed them all up with a simple snap of his fingers, but now...? He was gone.
"Gosh, Ragatha, you arm's spilling foam!", Pomni said worried to the older woman. The latter covered herself embarrasedly.
"A-Ah, it's nothing... don't worry", she replied offering a soft smile, "I'll just stitch it right up again and everything's gonna be A-Okay! Plus, Caine will fix us eventually... right?"
"I... don't know if he's coming back... But aren't you right-handed? How are you going to stitch your own arm with your left hand?", the jester asked.
"I... I'll manage it, it's fine...", the doll said with a thumbs-up.
"No way. Let's do this together, you can't walk around like that for much longer", Pomni promptly grabbed Ragatha's left hand and made her way towards the ragdoll's bedroom.
"Sit down, Rags, please", she said reassuringly, "Now, tell me where you keep your sewing kit, please?"
"It's inside the second drawer", the bedroom's owner pointed her finger at the said direction.
They both sat down onto the bed, chit-chatting about every and anything while Pomni stitched up the patches on Ragatha's dress. It was all going well until the jester got onto the slash close to the doll's underarm. The latter let out a squeal.
"Are you okay? Did I go in too deep with the needle?", Pomni asked worried.
"Oh, don't worry! It just tickled a bit. I'm A-Okay!", she replied reassuringly.
"Tickled?" Pomni’s brow furrowed, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "Wait, you can feel that with the needle?"
Ragatha’s cheeks, already a soft yarn-pink, deepened to a bright red. "O-Of course I can! I'm not just stuffing and cloth, you know..."
Pomni finished the last stitch carefully, setting the needle and thread aside. She examined her work — a bit uneven, since she wasn't the best seamstress, but it would hold for a while. "There we go! All done", she smiled proudly.
"Thank you, New-Stuff!", Ragatha said with a warm smile, flexing her newly stitched arm, "I really appreciate-", She stopped mid-sentence as jester’s hand lingered near her side. Noticing that, she cautiously asked
"P-Pomni?"
"So," Pomni said slowly, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes, "You said that tickled?"
Ragatha’s eye widened. "Don't"
"Don't what?" Pomni’s fingers wiggled playfully.
"Pomni, I'm warning you-", she was cut mid sentence as the shorter girl started tickling her. The doll shrieked as the jester's fingers found her sides, her whole body jolting away. She tried to scoot back on the bed, but Pomni followed, relentless. "POHOHOMNI! STOHOHOP!"
"Stop what?" Pomni asked innocently and giggled, her fingers skittering up and down the soft fabric of Ragatha’s dress, "I'm just testing if the stitches will hold up!".
Ragatha squealed, flopping backward onto the mattress crying out for her to stop dramatically., "Oh, come on!" Pomni teased, her confidence growing. She'd never been the one in control like this — especially when it came yo tickle fights against the doll — "You said it was just a little tickle. This seems like a lot of ticklishness!"
"BEHEHECAUSE YOU WOHOHON’T STOHOHOP!"
Pomni's fingers found the curve of Ragatha's waist, pressing in with gentle, wiggling pressure. "Not here?", the doll could only nod while laughing.
"Or here?", she moved lower, to the soft spot just above Ragatha’s hip, since it was a place wherein the ragdoll loved to torture her.
The ragdoll bucked, her good hand flying down to swat at jester’s wrists, but her movements were weak, compromised by the overwhelming ticklishness coursing through her. "I'LL AHAHA I'LL GET YOU FOHOHOR THIS!"
"You keep saying that," Pomni said, grinning. She leaned in closer, her pigtails swinging. "But you're kinda... stuck right now.”
She blew a soft raspberry against Ragatha’s neck.
"P-POMNI! PLEHEHEASE!” Ragatha shrieked, her head tossing from side to side. Her remaining eye was watering, but the smile on her face was radiant — brighter than anything the circus had seen in days. "I SUHUHURRENDEHER!"
Pomni finally stopped, her fingers still resting onto the doll's body. She sat back, breathing hard, her own cheeks flushed with laughter. Beneath her, Ragatha lay sprawled, her hair a mess around her head, her dress all wrinkly and her newly stitched arm limp at her side.
For a moment, they just stared at each other, panting. Then Ragatha let out a breathless laugh, covering her face with her arm. "You're a menace".
Pomni grinned, tucking her legs beneath her body. "You said it was just a tickle".
"I lied," Ragatha groaned, though she was still smiling. She peeked out from behind her arm. "I didn’t think you’d actually do anything..."
"Well..." Pomni said softly, her expression gentling, "you looked like you needed it", she offered a sincere smile.
Ragatha lowered her arm, her gaze meeting Pomni's. The laughter faded into something softer, quieter. Her eye was still watery, but not from the tickling anymore.
"...Yeah," she admitted after a long moment. "Maybe I did".
Outside, the Digital World remained silent. Caine was still gone, Zooble was still in pieces, and the circus remained a glitching, uncertain mess. But in that small, fabric-draped room, with Ragatha lying on her bed catching her breath and Pomni sitting beside her with a rare, peaceful smile, the world felt a little less broken and the atmosphere a little lighter.
Pomni reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of yarn hair from the ragdoll's face. "Same time tomorrow?", she asked smirking.
Ragatha laughed, swatting weakly at her hand. "Don't push it", she rolled her eyes.
But she was smiling. And for now, that was enough.











