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a song to fix what’s wrong

summary: orpheus is playing a song late at night.

a/n: first of the undoubtedly many fics i wrote that no one asked for ever

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“Could you stop? Come to bed, please, it’s getting late,” Eurydice asks, stifling a yawn.

Orpheus sighs, and looks over at her dark silhouette against the stars. “Let me play just a little more?” He pleads, slumping over his lyre.

She makes her way over to him, grabbing his arm and trying to tug him away. “Tomorrow.”

He pulls his arm back, returning his hand to where it rested across the frets. “I won’t take long, I just want to get these chords down.”

Eurydice huffs. “Why are you so stubborn when it comes to your music?”

“I’m passionate about it. And you. I put my music aside for you, didn’t I? I promise I’ll go with you after I’m finished.”

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Seamista Tickles!!

I love this ship and I have a pretty good idea of how their characterizations go.

I'd like to think Mermista is only like "Uuuuuuuuuugh" and "Would you like...stop for once in your life?" To Seahawk when there are other people around, but if they are alone, she's much more soft with him.

Seahawk doesn't mind her attempts to kill him and verbal attacks because he knows there is no malice behind them.

It's not that he likes to annoy her, but he likes to annoy her in a way that keeps her eyes on him.

Mermista does feel like she's wrapped around Seahawk's little finger sometimes, but she doesn't always mind that. She has been wanting to find something that she can use to her advantage whenever Seahawk sings Shanties at the wrong time or is being generally cute annoying.

Well, that thing came one day when Mermista was refusing to smile, and Seahawk was do everything in his power to get her to smile. One of these things including sneaking behind her and attacking her sides.

Mermista is ticklish, but she's good at hiding her emotions. So instead of laughing, she just looks at Seahawk and smirks evily. "You...should not have done that."

Seahawk recognizes his mistake and backs up. He gulps and suddenly feels real ticklish, but he'll admit it kind of feels nice coupled with the fact that his love is steadily walking towards him with a devious look in her eyes.

"Mermista...that's...thats not the smile I wanted!"

Mermista is just walking towards him, waiting for the moment he'll scamper away. He actually trips and falls onto his back. "What? I'm still smiling, isn't that what you wanted?"

She's standing over him. Just waiting to strike, and there's a blush spread across Seahawk's face as wide as his moustache. He actually can't help but let out a giggle. "The quest for Mermista's smile has come to a close!" He goes all out drama wise! "But at what great cost!? If it it be your will that I must lie and suffer for you to smile, then so be it!"

Seahawk sprawls himself out on the ship's deck and the blush is now pinking to his ears. "Be happy my dear Mermista! And claim your prize!"

Mermista is used to all of this by now, and just attacks with no warning. She straddles him and starts at his ribs, making him squawk and wiggle his limbs about. She summons water restraints to keep him still, but he's flailing very hard. "You are soooooooo ticklish, like, it's adorable."

If the blush wasn't big enough, it just spread a little further. "Huh, let's see what other tickle spots make you tick."

She tries his sides, hips, knees, feet, belly, thighs, and all of them gave him large belly laughter. He couldn't even breathe properly.

"Oh my god, is there a spot that isn't ticklish on you?" But Mermista was smiling as she said it. She slowed down her tickling and released a sweaty, panting Seahawk, but she was actually smiling at him. She looks around as he's still catching his breath, relieved to find they were alone.

"Okay fine. I like your laughter. It's...like the sound of the sea..." She turns away as she says that.

Seahawk staggers up and wraps his arms around her and nestles his moustache into her neck. She shivers a bit, but tries to put on a brave front. "Thank you..." He's got heart eyes and he's just so gone.

"Uuuuuugh, its whatever. Don't tell anyone I said that."

"Not a word, Mermista! But..." Seahawk gets shy all of a sudden. "I actually quite enjoyed that! The tickling I mean." He's rubbing the back of his neck, blush still spread out across his face. "I've always enjoyed your touch. And your smile. I realize I'm the one laughing of course, but I would laugh hours for you if it meant I could see you happy." He's doing the brushing hair out of the way thing and Mermista is the one that's blushing now.

"Stop that. Or I'll tickle you again." But she's smiling as Seahawk opens his arms again.

"I'm all yours." And I mean. How could she not take the offer?

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This is a nice blog can’t wait to see more stories🙂👍

🥺👉👈 thank you anon!! i have a wip rn and a couple ideas so maybe in the future if i can get some motivation (and time mostly :o)

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i just listened to hadestown and the urge to write catradora as orpheus and eurydice is......... strong

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sparring and play fights

title: sparring and play fights

words: 794

pairing: catradora, some time after season 5

tw: none

a/n: heyo! this is my first t*ckle fic so please leave feedback! i was disappointed by the lack of spop t*ckling content so here i am, remedying that my heckin self. enjoy and please reblog since my blog is brand new and id like to chat w others in the community :o

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Catra and Adora were sparring, had been for a while, breathing heavy, quips and taunts quiet for once. The sounds of forearms clashing against forearms and frustrated grunts as kicks missed their marks filled the air. Neither had been able to gain the upper hand - that is, until Adora’s footing slipped on a soft bit of ground, sending Catra careening past her.

Catra, in a panic, grabbed Adora, whatever part of Adora she could reach. Her thumb dug in directly beneath Adora’s last rib, her fingers curled around her side and into her back. Adora let out a strangled squawk of surprise, instinctively throwing Catra’s arm off of her and sending her tumbling to the ground.

“Adora, what the hell?” Catra snapped. She scrambled to her feet, tail puffed up and ears flat against her head as she turned to face Adora. Adora had one arm out in front of her and the other wrapped protectively around her side, an inscrutable expression on her face. Catra’s heart skipped a beat. “Did I scratch you?”

Adora glanced down at her side, pulling her hand away. No blood. “Uhh... no. No you didn’t scratch me.” She glanced away. “Just startled me, is all,” she mumbled.

Catra frowned. “Let me check.” Her tone brook no argument. She marched up to Adora and tugged lightly at her jacket. “C’mon, let me see.”

Adora knew better than to argue. She pulled up her jacket and t-shirt, showing Catra her bare side. Catra kneeled down, squinting. She gently rubbed her thumb over Adora’s side, feeling the muscles tense under her touch. “I don’t see or feel any scratches, so why did you...”

Oh.

The memories hit her harder than fresh catnip: Adora squirming under her almost cruel fingers, laughing uncontrollably; the way Adora snorted when she laughed; the way she would always goad Adora into tickle fights when either of them were feeling down.

Catra couldn’t control the grin taking over her face as her tail swished side to side.

“Catra, no. I know what you’re thinking-“ Adora started, taking a step back.

“What am I thinking then, Adora?” Catra purred, matching Adora’s steps.

Adora was too focused on Catra’s hands slowly rising up to think about her answer. “I’m ticklish.” She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, eyes widening. She didn’t even have time to turn around to run before Catra pounced, wrestling her to the ground.

“Took the words right outta my mouth.” Catra settled on Adora’s hips, tail already brushing against Adora’s legs and teasing a smile from her lips. She let go of Adora’s wrists and instantly dug into her sides, massaging her bottom ribs with her thumbs and vibrating her fingers into the soft skin.

“For the h-“ Adora was cut off by a snort before dissolving into bright laughter. She struggled under Catra’s expertly teasing hands, fighting to pry them from her sides. “Catrahahaha, st-stop! Nahat there!”

“Not there? But you’re smiling so big! If you insist though~” Catra spidered her fingers up Adora’s ribs, alternating digging into the soft spaces between the bones and lightly scratching the bones with her claws. Adora shrieked, snorting with every switch. “Plehehehease! D-dohohn’t!”

Catra tilted her head to the side, skittering one hand lazily over Adora’s belly, earning a wave of giggles as a reward. She leaned over so her mouth was right next to Adora’s ear. “Don’t what, Adora?”

Adora shook her head, trying to stifle her giggles. “Oho no, I’m nohot falling for thaht.”

Catra pushed her face into the crook of Adora’s neck and laughed. “Aw, you used to fall for that every time! But I guess I’m just gonna have to keep going since you didn’t tell me what not to do!” She blew tiny raspberries all over Adora’s neck and collarbone as she dug into her hips, vibrating her thumbs against the sharp bones.

Adora squealed and choked out a “NOHOHT FAHAHAIR!” before falling into silent laughter, snorts forcing their way through each time Catra hit a particularly bad spot on her hips. Catra purred against her chest before slowly coming to a stop as Adora turned red and tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes.

Catra pressed her forehead against Adora’s as the last of her giggles faded away. “I can’t believe I forgot how ticklish you are. I missed your laugh.” She placed a soft kiss on Adora’s cheek.

Adora grabbed Catra’s cheek and gently tugged her into position to kiss her lips. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you’re just as ticklish as me, my love. I’ll get you back soon.”

Catra laughed. “Yeah, right.”

Adora cocked an eyebrow. “Maybe I’ll get She-Ra to help.”

Catra flattened her ears slightly. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Adora laughed. “Oh, I would.”