Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

'Sometimes' Cute (Decani/Piceit)

(Author's Note: Hello everyone! Been a little bit since I updated. Definitely not my longest break though. So I'm here to throw you all another tickle fic! but this one is kind of different than my others, just because it's a rare ship in the Sander's Sides fandom. It's Deceit x Dr. Picani since the video a couple days ago inspired me. In this fic, they are both humans and Deceit (Damien) works as an illusionist and magician. I hope you enjoy this adorable fic that I wrote out in about an hour!)

'Sometimes' Cute

(Ship): Dr. PicanixDeceit

Words ~ 1,319 ~

Warning!: Mentions of storms, little angst at the beginning, but fluffy the rest of the way. Tickling, but again duh.

The wide open door held the first implications that something was terribly wrong. Damien saw it as he passed through the living room towards the entrance hallway where right in front of him lay his boyfriend, Emile, on the carpet and panting heavily. The door as stated earlier was wide open, letting some of the rain and wind into the house, the spray finding it’s way onto Emile’s shivering body.

It only took a second before Damien quickly scooped the therapist up in his arms and fought against the roaring wind to slam the door shut. He could feel just how little strength the figure had in his form. Judging by it all, the therapist must have walked in the treacherous weather outside. It seems as if the so called ‘ghost’ haunting the car enough to malfunction the security system had locked him out again.

Even if that had indeed been the reason, Damien was not thinking about it, because the illusionist quickly had his boyfriend on the couch with a cup of tea and a warm blanket in less than a minute. After he had stripped him of his wet clothes and brought him some warmer pjs to change into of course. Through it all, Emile could barely breathe and was shaking quite violently, the involuntary jerks only seeming to subside after he had finished his first cup of tea.

He brought his unoccupied hand up to Damien’s, who was currently drying his drenched hair with a towel. The illusionist only stopped a second to return the favor and add an additional affirmation of his thumb across his boyfriends knuckles. It was then some words were exchanged.

“It happened again.”

“The car?” Damien could feel Emile Picani nod once, after taking the second sip of his second cup of tea. The color began to return to his cheeks.

“It does this to me all the time. I really shouldn’t be surprised anymore.” Damien, continued to dry off Emile’s hair. Once finished he placed the towel down the laundry shoot and moved to sit next to his boyfriend. He already looked so much better than he had a minute ago.

“What this all comes down to is, we need to get you a new car.” Picani quickly snapped his head in the direction of him.

“A new car?! But that means I’ll have to part with Herby! My cute little love bug. I just can’t do that! I’ve had him since I graduated highschool!” Damien raised an eyebrow.

“You are twenty-eight Emile. And that was 10 years ago that we graduated. I say it’s high time that you do get a new car. Regardless if you’ve had the car for a period of time. And besides I thought I was your cute little love bug.” Picani gave a shaky smile that gradually grew into the cute little giggle that Damien had always adored.

“You are...sometimes-”

“Sometimes? Why only sometimes?”

“Well the other times you’re either sweaty from your work, or forgot to wash off your excessive make up after a performance and it just runs down your face....also from getting sweaty at work.” Damien gave something close to a whine.