#wulfmina

For the event, can I ask for something with lee!endmiA and ler!wulfgard? I was really happy when you started playing arknights because I knew we would get some tasty stuff eheheh

Thank you, anon, for both the message and the request!!

I'm glad to know you welcomed me in the arkend fandom! I've been piling up ideas for endmin and his pretty boyfriends so I hope you like this one i'm pulling from the vault

"Endmin," Wulfgard warned, for the third in the last five minutes. He barely bothered to look in the Endministrator's direction, just turning his head slightly to glare at him through the corner of his eyes. "Stop touching my ears, please," he sighed, the ears in question twitching slightly on top of his head.

Wulfgard's warning, however, was met with nothing but a silent chuckle and a sly smile from the other. Endmin simply pulled his hand back, as if to feign innocence. Wulfgard narrowed his eyes, deciding to let it slide. Again. "You said you needed my help, so let me do the work."

"I didn't mean to distract you," Endmin muttered, even when Wulfgard did tell him about his ears being sensitive before and how Endmin clearly meant to distract him. "They are just so… cute."

Wulfgard furrowed his brows and turned his attention back to the screen in front of him. He knew what Endmin was doing and what sort of reaction he was expecting. "Grazie," Wulfgard nodded shyly and was unable to stop the tip of his tail from wagging at the compliment. At Endmin's comment, to be precise.

The work, however, remained undone. The machinery in front of him was still, awaiting an operator's orders to start the manufacture. He needed to get things running before—

!!!

"Ah!" Endmin gasped, his eyes widening behind the dark mask as Wulfgard held his arm by the wrist, capturing his hand before it could reach the fluffy ears again.

"So persistent," Wulfgard huffed and pulled Endmin's hand a bit higher, forcing Endmin to stand on the tip of his toes. "You 'didn't mean it', hm?"

Despite being faced with a serious, almost annoyed expression, Endmin didn't seem to regret his actions. Even with the mask covering his eyes, Wulfgard could guess they were avoiding him. "Well, maybe I meant it this time."

"Let's make it even, then," Wulfgard hummed and his tail wagged with a little more intent behind his back. He pushed Endmin against the nearby wall, pinning his arm down before it could reach for Wulfgard's ears again.

It all happened in a blink of an eye, faster than what Endmin could process. Before he noticed it, Wulfgard was already smiling down at him, his eyes gleaming with a mix of playfulness and revenge.

"W-wahahait— ahahah, W-Wulfgahahard!" Endmin giggled, trying to defend his stomach from Wulfgard's hand. The tickling moved to his side, then down to his hip and suddenly up to his ribs, making Endmin thrash and squirm with laughter. "Thihis is nohot fahair!"

"How so? My ears are ticklish too, you know it."

"I— ahahah, o-ok! I'll stohohop!" Endmin whined, his laughter raising a pitch when Wulfgard sneaked his hand under Endmin's coat and tickled closer to his armpit. "P-plehehease, I aham sohohorry!"