#Lee!Henry

[sleepy--anon]

Day 4: Hide and Seek

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Reserve a day for tickletober

Here's who I write for

Henry wasn't the type to play childhood games like hide and seek in his adult years. Alex on the other hand was extremely playful and incorporated childhood games in them often. Now, the recently out couple were in an unofficial game of hide and seek. During a hot and heavy make out in just sweatpants and a t-shirt Alex noticed something quite intriguing about Henry. He was now in a dark room, hidden against the wall in a way where the door will hide him when it opens. Alex stepped in the room, flicking the light on. Henry curled his lips tight, placing his hand over top for good measure.

"Come on out Henry~ It's about time you lightened up a bit~" Henry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to drown out Alex's teasing tone.

"Not in here either? Damn.." Henry saw the light turn back off and heard the door shut, thinking he was home free he relaxed and let out the breath he was holding.

"GOTCHA~!" Henry heard from the dark, feeling Alex grab his waist and manhandle him to the floor.

"Wha-wha-where?" Henry's brain tried to catch up, having a little difficulty since he couldn't see anything.

"You really thought you could hide from this Baby~?" Alex purred, using his favorite nickname on purpose. Henry felt his chest against his and the all too light kisses on his neck.

"Ah-Alehex Wahait, I cahahan't sehehehee!"

"Neither can I, but that's the fun~" Henry's hands found his shoulders, but before he could push him off Alex blew a massive raspberry to his neck, quickly followed by curious and determined fingers all over his body.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!" Henry kicked his feet out, clutching Alex's sleeves. He hadn’t been tickled since he was little, he forgot how good it felt.

[awkwardlyflustered]

Return the Favor

A/N: Okay so I didn’t think I would be back again this quickly, but some lovely anon requested a sequel-esque to my other RWRB fic, (which if you haven’t read and would like to, is right here), so I am back to write another quick one with Alex returning the favor to Henry. Hope this one is at least sort of decent, I’m still not feeling great about my writing, but we’ll get there! Anyways, please enjoy! (P.S. thank you to everyone who gave kind words about my last fic, I was really feeling not great but all of that helped me stay motivated to keep writing). 

“Wait wait wait,” Henry rushed out, trying to keep the couch in between him and Alex.

“What exactly am I waiting for?” the dark-haired boy questioned, still trying to close the gap between him and his boyfriend. Henry just sputtered, desperately trying to come up with the right words. Refusing to even give him the chance, Alex jumped over the sofa and tackled Henry, pinning him down. 

“Come on, you don’t have to do this,” he pleaded playfully, the words having no real desire behind them.

“No? Because I remember you doing this exact thing to me not more than 3 minutes ago.” Alex’s face tinted the shade of pink remembering Henry’s fingers slowly taking him apart. 

“Okay yes, fine, I did, but that doesn’t mean you need to return the favor,” Henry rambled out, not making any moves to really escape.

“You know, today is your lucky day, I’m really not all that big on ‘returning the favor,’” Alex started with a smirk. Henry narrowed his eyes, knowing Alex far too well to believe he was getting away that easily. “However, unluckily for you, I am very big on getting revenge, so you’re not getting away yet.” Alex’s smirk shifted into a big, cheeky grin, very delighted with himself for his set up. In turn, Henry rolled his eyes at the goofball keeping him stuck to the floor, but couldn't help but smile at his adorableness. Granted, the smile quickly disappeared from his face when Alex started rolling his shirt up. Before he had any chance to protest, he felt fingers skitter across his tummy. The reaction was instantaneous, he couldn’t keep the giggles from pouring out of him. 

“Ahahahalex plehehehease.”

“Ohoho, so when I plead with you, it falls upon deaf ears and you keep torturing me, but when you do it, I’m supposed to have sympathy?” He questioned, feigning offense. 

“Yehehehes! And ihihit wahahasn’t tohohorture!” Henry barely managed to giggle out, bucking his hips, trying to get the offending digits off of his sensitive tummy. 

“Good, if that wasn’t torture, then this certainly isn’t. You should be just fine.” Before Henry could even think up a reply, there were already fingers pinching away at his ribs.

“AhahahAHAHLEHEHEX NOHOHO,” Henry pleaded, the laughter only rising as Alex pinched further up.

“Mmm good spot?” Alex murmured out, a smile gracing his face as he took in just how cute his thrashing boyfriend was beneath him.

“NOHOHO!” the prince screamed out, refusing to admit in any way that Alex has an upper hand. 

“Oh, lying to me now, your royal highness? I think that deserves to be punished, doesn’t it?” Henry shook his head, grabbing on to Alex’s wrists, and trying to pry them away from his ribs. Alex relented and took his hands off Henry’s ribs, just to give him a little bit of a breather before continuing. 

“I wonder…” he thought out loud as he reached back and experimentally dug into the muscle on Henry’s thigh. The yelp he was rewarded filled him with absolute joy and a whole new level of menacing he was about to achieve. 

“Nononononono, Alex don’t you daHAHAHARE NOHOHOHO.” Henry was once again thrown into a fit of laughter as Alex started pinching at his thighs now. 

“Hmm? What was that, babe? You want me to keep going? Oh even harder you say? If you insist,” Alex teased, the smile on his face mimicking that on Henry’s. He flipped around, now sitting on Henry’s hips, facing his thighs so he could have better access to his new target.

“One would think that as the First son of the United States, you would be a lot nicer, but no, you’re an absolute menace.”

“And one would think that the Prince of England would be less sensitive, yet here we are.” Henry couldn’t even respond, just lie back as his face reddened and Alex’s hands inched closer and closer to his death spot. 

As soon as Henry felt Alex put his hands down, he sat up and started scribbling along Alex’s sides, hoping to deter him. Alex pinched his arms down against his sides, squealing and falling back.

“Hehehehey nohoho.” The two of them wrestled around on the floor, fighting each other for the upper hand of the situation. There was nothing but stray yelps as death spots were attacked, constant giggles from both parties, and clumsy pinching and poking at anything they could reach. By the end of it, they ended up right back in the same position that they started in, with Alex pinning Henry down.

“Now that we’re back where we’re supposed to be,” Alex commented, glaring back at Henry, “I will not be making this mistake again.” He grabbed Henry’s hands and shoved them under his knees, trapping him well. Henry just smirked at him, all too proud of his various shenanigans. He, of course, was promptly knocked off his high horse when Alex began squeezing his thighs and he couldn’t do anything about it, but beg.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOHO!” Alex just gave a little hum in response as he started lightly tracing his fingers on one thigh while swiftly pinching at the other. Henry kicked his legs out and continued his begging, even though it was pointless. 

“You should really try to quiet down, people might hear you.” Henry’s face darkened another shade of red as he remembered that people outside of just him and Alex existed, and could very well be hearing him being tortured by his boyfriend.

“FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!”

“Later, definitely. But I’m having fun with this, right now,” Alex responded, cheeky as ever, not even needing to look back to see Henry’s blush deepening, once again. The two carried on like this for a few minutes longer, only stopping because Henry’s laughter had gone silent. 

Alex carefully climbed off of him, and laid down beside him, kissing his crimson face. 

“You okay?” Henry simply nodded in return, still catching his breath. Alex smiled at the sight beside him. Henry’s eyes still scrunched up with the huge smile adorning his face, his cheeks an absolutely beautiful shade of red. He just looked amazing like this, and Alex never wanted it to end. 

“That was really mean, you know. I didn’t go that hard on you,” Henry accused, grabbing Alex’s hand.

“Yeah, I know, but I have to show you who’s top dog around here,” Alex replied in the most stereotypical, 80s douchebag voice he could conjure up. Henry just chuckled at him and leaned over and gave him another quick kiss. 

“If I wasn’t exhausted, I would be proving that statement wrong.”

“Uh huh, sure you would, babe. But there’s plenty of time for that tomorrow. For now, that bed is calling… no, yelling my name,” Alex returned, already starting to stand up. Henry just eagerly followed along happy to just cuddle beside his boyfriend for the rest of the night.

[gameprincessanya]

Brainstorming Ideas (Ler!William, Lee!Henry)

Summary: Henry feels like no matter what, he can't hold on to an idea he likes cause it brings him no joy. Perhaps William can fix that? (Pre-FNAF 4) (Tickle fic)

…

Working in his lab, Henry wiped away some sweat that had gathered on his forehead. He'd been working all day on ideas, but felt crushed by the realization that as soon as he wrote them down, they meant nothing to him.

William came in, big smile on his face. He patted Henry on the back.

"It's been a fine day, old chum!" He clicked his tongue as he looked at Henry's blueprints. "A snake animatronic? Really? We want to draw children in, not scare their mothers away!"

Henry sighed. "I know… I'm sorry, William. I just haven't been able to think of a good idea recently."

Putting his hands on his hips, William looked at him skeptically. "Is that so? Well, perhaps I can help out. What's been troubling you?"

He hesitated for a second, distrusting William for an instant. Did he really want William to know? … Well, he had no real reason to mistrust William, given he'd never steered him wrong in the past. He shook those feelings away.

"It-it's my wife. She says I've been spending too much time with Charlie and that Sammy needs my attention too." He tapped his fingers on the desk, getting into a rhythm. 1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. "I suppose she's right… Perhaps we should all have a picnic together or something. What do you think?"

William thought about it and nodded. "That sounds splendid."

"So, yeah. I'll call her before I get out of work."

Leaning closer, William hummed. "Perhaps you should relax more. It's a stuffy garage in here. You need a fan so you do not overheat."

Henry nodded. "You're right…" He laughed. "Hah! That never crossed my mind."

William got even closer, tapping his fingers on Henry's sides. "And you know? You also need to laugh more. It gets the creativity flowing!"

"Ha! Hahah!" He laughed, pushing at William's fingers. "Stahahp!"

"Aw, you are ticklish~! How very convenient."

"WILLIAHAHAHAHAM!" He squealed, as the fingers dug into his sides more.

"Yes, dear Henry?" He said smugly.

"HAHAAHAAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! AHAHAHAHAAAH!" He finally pushed his hands away, breathing heavily. "William! A-are you sure about that…?"

"Hmmm? Sure about what?"

Henry looked at him seriously. "You said that laughing helps the creativity flow. Is that true…?"

William shrugged. "I'm not sure. I'm not a doctor." He slowly tickled the back of his neck, making him hide it between his shoulders. "What I do know… Hm. Is that when I am feeling happy, I feel more inspired to do my creations. After my family and I had a tickle fight for instance, it improved my mood and helped me think of the idea for Spring Bonnie! I'm not a psychiatrist… All I know is that it worked for me."

Henry blushed, a little embarrassed. "Hah! W-well alright. Uh, William? Do you think you could do that again? Maybe you're right…"

Coming in again, William tapped his fingers along his ribs, making sure he did it carefully and methodically. This was enough to have Henry wrap his arms around himself and curl up.

"HAAHAHAAHAAAHAAHAAHAHAAHAAAAHAHAAAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAAP! PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAEASE!"

"There is no stopping the tickle monster! Rawr!" He said childishly, with a T-Rex grin. Swirling circles now, he moved up and down his ribs even faster.

"HAHAAHAAAHAHAAHAHAHAAA! NAHAHAAHAT THAHAHAHAAHAT!"

"Hmm…" William thought. "Perhaps we should name an animatronic, "Squealing Henry"!"

"DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHN'T!" He whined.

"Yes! Actually I like that idea. I'm writing it down right now!" He moved and carefully slipped his shoes and socks off. Then he put his feet into a headlock. Next, he picked up a marker from the desk and wrote down the words "Squealing Henry" on both his feet. It was a fine tip marker, so the tickles were more than effective.

Blushing, Henry kicked, but knew he couldn't get loose if he tried. "HAHAAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! MEHEHEEHEHEHEHAN!"

"Oh? Just like how it was mean when you wrote on my feet during that New Year's Party?"

"HEHEHEEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEEE! IHIHIHIT WAS FOUR NUMBERS!!!" He protested. William nodded.

"Four numbers? Indeed. Four numbers on each foot. Um, what was it again? 1982: the same year we founded this company. 1982… Hmmm… I think we should write that down."

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAA!" Henry squealed again as William wrote the year "1982" on each foot. After he was done, he put the marker down and admired his work.

"Hmm… Nah. I don't think this will work." William looked at the writing critically. "Squealing Henry 1982? What was I thinking??"

And then William got a wet washcloth nearby and scrubbed the ink off. Henry shrieked and squawked, holding his stomach and kicking.

"HAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAAHHAAA! WILLIAM!!!!"

"Hahaha! Well, what can you do?" He shrugged nonchalantly. Finishing up, he tossed the washcloth aside. Henry caught his breath, lying on the floor. "At least you experienced the rush of creativity flowing through your veins!"

After a while, Henry had recovered enough to get up.

"You're right…" he said. "W-well, I think that's quite enough! Hah haah… T-thanks."

William nodded, and wrapped his arms around Henry, hugging him tight.

"Good luck, and remember Henry: you're my best friend."

He smiled. "You're mine too."

"No one else's."

"Of course."

Letting go, William waved goodbye to Henry, who waved back with a smile. He stood by the doorway a while after he left, and wondered if it would work. This idea of his.

So Henry set to work, now with a happy energy flowing through him, and came up with four basic animatronic designs he liked. He wasn't sure if it would be their final draft, but it was an idea he still smiled at after he got it on paper. And maybe that was enough.

[eunchancorner]

One Hell of an Accomplishment (T4L AU)

decided to write something extra silly

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Henry squealed as tickling hands made contact with his belly, pinned underneath the weight of his tickler, none other than Reginald. It’d be a lie to say he regretted the decisions that caused him to be in this position; he may have given one too many playful insults to the former, who’d clearly had enough. Despite this, the brunette had told his husband and Right Hand Man to stand down, opting to ‘take care of him’ himself.

And of course by ‘take care of him’, he meant tickle Henry until he apologized (or until he got bored).

“My, no wonder you’re so ticklish here, Henry!” the brunette commented sweetly, “You were quite skinny when you first joined, it’s nice to see how you’ve improved!”

He wanted to tell Reginald to shut up, but he also knew better. He knew that’d only get him even more tickles, and more teases.

At the same time, that just made it even more tempting, somehow.

Of course, before he could get a word of his own in, the brunette continued with the teases thinly veiled as compliments.

“Oh, and your laughter! It’s so loud, but maybe that’s just because of how ticklish you are here,” the former leader noted, “Did you know that this is actually one of the first things I realized I liked about you? It’s just one of those things that stays in your mind. But, I’m sure I’m not the first to tell you that. And if I am, well, then let me say, I’m honored~”

Henry was so torn between covering his rapidly reddening face and grabbing Reg’s evil hands, even if just to hold them where they were kneading into his belly. As a result, they were all over the place, unable to keep still, needing to spend that ticklish energy without a real way to do so.

“Henry, I have a feeling you’ve got something you want to say something to me~”

Shit.

“Go on, I’m listening~”

He’d caught on. Henry knew it. He knew he had a habit of going on and on when he was being tickled normally, and holding it all in was almost as torturous as the tickles were. But at the same time, he couldn’t figure out what to say, which was a whole new feeling he didn’t know what to do with… until he remembered RHM. Or more specifically, remembered the redhead was still there.

“RIHIHIHIGHT! HEHEHEHELP!” he begged, reaching out for the taller, who was still standing beside the bed Reginald had Henry pinned on. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

He heard the cyborg huff out a quiet chuckle and felt the bed sinking where he sat above the leader’s head.

“Alright…” Henry heard the telltale, low voice.

Yes!

He suddenly felt his wrists being grabbed.

“But I’m helping Reg, not you~”

Fuck.

Before he knew how to react, Henry’s hands were pinned against the pillow. He quickly realized that, as bad as it was not knowing what to do with them, having no control was way worse. His mind raced, trying to figure out what the fuck he was supposed to do now.

“See, Henry? Even Righty understands how adorable you are~” Reginald piped up again, earning what was supposed to be a groan from Henry, though it was all but lost in his laughter.

“IHI AHAM NOHOHOHOT!” he protested, though it seemed that was another thing Reginald wasn’t having.

“Now now, this isn’t an argument, Henry. It’s just fact that you are utterly adorable, every squeal and laugh confirms it, and you’re doing quite a lot of both! Not to mention, your smile, and that lovely blush! There’s no point in denying it when it’s on display for me and Righty to see.”

“SHUHUHUHUHUT!” the leader tried to demand, but once again, any ferocity in his tone was undermined by his own uncontrollable laughter. Still, he could try.

“Oh, so now you’re telling Reg to ‘shut’?~”

Ah, shit.

Right butting in was the one thing he was afraid of. He knew the redhead wouldn’t actually tickle him, of course, but his voice was just as lethal.

It was no secret RHM used his voice as a weapon, as well. As long as Henry had known him, the cyborg had used his voice, whether to shut down a budding rebellion, defend him or Reginald personally, and make his own opinions the most prominent in the room. But as threatening as his voice was, he also knew how to use it with Reginald and Henry themselves.

Unfortunately for Henry, that included teasing.

“You’re in no position to be giving orders right now, Henry,” the redhead practically cooed, his low, gruff voice terrifyingly sweet. “Not while we’ve got you. And I think I’ve got an idea of how to get that through your head~”

An embarrassing snort escaped Henry’s throat as he suddenly felt light traces on his arms, way too close to his underarms, and for a few moments, the tickles suddenly ceased. Henry tried his best to catch his breath, hearing Reginald let out an amused giggle and just barely able to catch a muffled chuckle from RHM before suddenly it all started back up again.

“What was that, Henry?” the brunette questioned, amusement still clear in his voice. The leader shook his head, refusing to answer, but snorted again as the mysterious, light sensations were back.

“WHAHAT IHIHIS THAHAHAHAT?!” 

“That would be me,” RHM informed him.

Oh god now he’s in on this.

He realized it wasn’t the redhead’s hands holding his arms down anymore; it was his legs. It was worse because with Right’s full body weight keeping him down, there was absolutely no chance of escape. All he could do was laugh as the tickles continued relentlessly.

“Now…” he heard RHM beginning to ponder, immediately panicking despite not actually knowing what he was planning, just needing to know that combined with Reginald’s tickles, it would be so bad. “What happens if I tickle here?~”

Henry wished he could deny the squeal that practically ripped from his throat as he suddenly felt Right’s fingers pressing into his underarms, causing him to thrash underneath the weight of his two absolutely evil lovers.

“NAHAHAHAPLEHEHEHEASE!! NAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT! AHAHANYTHIHIHING BUHUT THAHAHAT!!” he begged, feeling tears of mirth forming in his eyes as it felt like his whole torso was filled with electricity. Fruitlessness be damned, he was thrashing like his life depended on it!

“Anything?~ Righty, stop for a moment, I have an idea,” Reg urged, and Henry gasped for air as, all at once, the tickles ceased completely. For a few moments, he didn’t care about what Reginald was planning, he just wanted to get his breathing back to normal.

Until he heard the brunette taking a deep breath.

He didn’t even have time to protest before a sudden raspberry at his belly cut him off with his own wheeze, before he was lost in silent laughter, his thoughts filled with nothing but fireworks and electricity. The tears in his eyes rolled down his cheeks, and, to his own relief, the raspberry was cut short by Reginald’s own laughter.

“Oho my goohohohodnehess! Hehe- Henry ahare you okay?” the brunette asked, clearly trying to sound concerned, though now he was the one suffering from laughter undermining his tone. Now that the leader was able to calm down, he realized Right was laughing at him, too, clearly just as amused by Henry’s wheezing as his husband.

He felt as suddenly all the weight left him, before he was scooped gently into Reginald’s arms, snuggling into him as the brunette’s gloved hand wiped away his mirthful tears as he tried to get his giggling under control.

“I’m gonna go get him some water,” RHM decided, shortly before patting Henry’s back and leaving the room, and with him gone, Reginald spoke up.

“I think he’s finally started to like you the way I do, Henry,” the brunette told him, “that’s the first time he’s ever tickled you!”

Just like that, the leader remembered what Reginald had said when they’d first gotten together, how it would take RHM a long time to warm up to the idea of any playful or romantic gestures towards Henry, and that it was just how he was, it was nothing personal.

Henry felt the lingering smile on his face widen as he snuggled even more into Reginald.

“You really think so?” he asked, almost nervous to know the answer.

“Of course! My goodness, he gave you a look so soft, you’d think he thought you were me! You’re lucky, Henry, it took him nearly a year and a half to see me that way, and it’s only been what, a few weeks since you’ve joined us?”

“Heh… maybe loving you made loving easier for him… You’ve got that effect on people, y’know?”

“Maybe… all I know is you’ve earned Righty’s softness, and that’s one hell of an accomplishment.”

[bebx]

The Front Man has been the only thing I can think about since Squid Game 2

bonus:

[celticcatgirl2]

No Freaking way….

[entertainment]

Meanwhile, in another Spider-Verse.... the cast of Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (in theaters now), swap voice roles in this hilarious web exclusive.

[77tiger77]

\\\Wolverine/// through universes

+bonus

\\\Cavillrine!///

[sleepy--anon]

Day 30: Trick or Treat

Reserved by Anon

⚠️Suggestive joke I guess⚠️

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Here's who I write for

"Why don't we have any candy?" Alex asked genuinely.

"Why would we?" Alex gave him the biggest 'are you serious' look.

"Because it's Halloween!? Even if we don't get trick or treaters we should have candy!" Henry rolled his eyes, mumbling out something about Alex being a child.

"Sounds like you're choosing trick~" Alex's voice was suddenly very close, his arms circling his waist.

"I could give you a different kind of treat~" Henry hummed, lightly knocking their heads together.

"Hmmm, maybe later~" Henry jumped with a gasp when Alex's fingers dug into his hips.

"Alehehex! Wehehehe are ihihin the kihihitchehehen!"

"What better place to claim my treat~"

[asoftepiloguemylove]

YOU'RE IN MY VEINS, YOU FUCK

Henry Miller from a letter to Brenda Venus Dear, Dear Brenda: The Love Letters of Henry Miller to Brenda Venus // boygenius We're In Love // Francisco de Zurbarán Agnus Dei // Katie Maria I used to be a hole in the ground (via @heavensghost) // Rafael Nicolás Angels Before Man // Céline Sciamma Portrait de la jeune fille en feu // Kate Moss in a text message to Pete Doherty // Sophocles Antigone // Joan Didion South and West // Richard Siken Editors Pages: The Long and Short of It // Japanese Breakfast Boyish // VIVINOS Alien Stage; "ROUND 6" // Li-Young Lee I Loved You Before I Was Born // Hannibal; "Secondo" dir. Vincenzo Natali // Hozier Francesca

[queeringclassiclit]

Which adaptation of Sherlock Holmes is the most queer?

*not including House M.D. because it's not really an adaptation, or any overtly queer pastiches like My Dearest Holmes or The Adventure of the Furtive Festivity because that's not really a fair contest

[eunchancorner]

Don't Negotiate With Terrorists Ellie

No one can stop me from writing Triple Threat tickle fics

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“Get back here, you thief!”

“You’ll never take me alive!”

Henry listened to the yelling as Charles chased Ellie around the house with a nerf gun in hand, playing some game that sounded like something 7-year-olds play on school playgrounds. Ellie had snatched one of the whisks while Charles was trying to bake and was running around, evading him, meanwhile he’d apparently kept a nerf gun stowed in a cupboard for just such an occasion, which came as no surprise, given that both Ellie and Henry were guilty of stealing cooking supplies while he was mid-meal prep.

Henry had opted to stay out of it, quietly watching videos on his phone, curled up peacefully on the couch as his roommates yelled and laughed and ran around the house loudly.

But slowly, their spirit began to become infectious. He began to want to join in. Would it be awkward to join in now? What would he even do?

Then, suddenly, he got his chance.

“Henry, grab her!” Charles shouted, and without hesitation, Henry tossed his phone aside and lunged at Ellie as she rounded the couch, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

In hindsight, not having a tighter grip was his first mistake.

Ellie easily spun with his movements, grabbing the back of his shirt with her free hand and pulling him up. Her other arm wrapped loosely around his neck, holding the whisk so close that he could almost feel the cold metal against him, and the arm that had grabbed him was now wrapped around his midsection. On instinct, he put his hands up as all three of them halted in their positions; Henry prisoner in Ellie’s grasp, Charles pointing his nerf gun at Ellie.

He had quickly turned from a helper to a hostage.

“C’mon, Ellie, you don’t wanna do this! Just let go of Henry, give me the whisk, and this’ll all be over!” Charles warned, failing to force the playful grin off his face.

“You don’t even know what I’m planning with him! What if I’m planning to do…” Ellie seemed to think for a moment, before a mischievous grin lit up her face, curling her empty hand into a claw above Henry’s stomach, earning a startled yelp. “This!”

Henry was caught looking between her hand and Charles, trying and failing to force down nervous snickers, all too aware of how his face felt like it was on fire. He shook his head nervously, not sure what he was protesting, but protesting all the same.

“You wouldn’t dare!” the pilot gasped, feigning a look of horror.

“Oh, but I would! You know as well as I do how stupidly ticklish Henry is, so you’d better drop the gun!” she warned him.

“E-Ehellie no, no plehease-” the poor hostage tried to beg before he was cut off by his own squeal as she pinched his belly lightly.

“Begging will only make me want to tickle you more, Henry, so you better keep quiet,” she said, before turning her attention back to Charles. “This goes one of two ways. Either you figure out how to mix a cake the old-fashioned way, or Mr. Squeaker here ends up too tickled out to have any. What’ll it be, Charles?”

“What do you even want a whisk for, anyway?!”

“Well, it’s… uhm… uh…” she seemed to struggle to think of something, so Henry chimed in.

“I-it’s a good stim toy,” he whispered, earning a nod.

“Yeah, like he said, it’s a good stim toy!”

“Henry, why are you siding with her?!”

“Sh-she’s got my death spot, gihimme a break, man!”

Charles took a deep breath. Henry could almost see the cogs turning behind his eyes as he tried to formulate a plan. Suddenly, he cast the nerf gun aside, leaping for the pair.

You fucking idiot.

Faster than Henry could process, Ellie suddenly had them both pinned on the floor beneath her, the whisk clattering to the ground near Charles’s head. Henry shot him a glare at his idiocy, while the pilot simply snatched up the whisk he’d been ‘fighting’ for this whole time. 

“So, what was the plan there?” Ellie questioned, crossing her arms as she looked down at the pilot. Henry watched Charles fumble for an answer.

“I-I’m gonna be honest, the plan was to go with the flow… but uhm… the-the flow ended up with me on the ground… so… I-I’m not sure where to go from here,” he admitted.

“Well, lucky for you, I have an idea of where to go. You’re gonna go straight to Tickle Hell, alongside Henry of course,” she smirked down at the two, her arms crossed. “Or maybe you’ll go before him, so he can see what happens when you decide to side against me. Or maybe, you’ll go after him, since I did threaten to tickle him first, so it’s only fair that he gets it. Hm… now that I think about it, I’m absolutely doing one at a time. Two hands, twice the tickles, and I get to fluster the hell out of one of you. So who’s first?~”

The boys looked at each other before pointing at each other. Neither wanted to face the consequences, and Henry was half-hoping he’d be able to get away while Ellie was distracted.

“Well, that’s no help… Hm, fine. Charles, you can go first because you’re the one who chased me around with a nerf gun for 20 minutes,” she decided.

“Hey, you took my whisk, I was just trying to get it back!” he defended, but quickly shut up with a squeak as Ellie curled her hands into claws above him, the same as she’d done to Henry earlier.

“Hey, Charles, do me a favor… Shut up and laugh for me~” she ‘requested’, immediately going for his ribs, making the poor pilot squeal instantly as he pressed his arms to his sides in a poor attempt to defend himself.

Henry wanted to feel smug about not being first. He did. But he just couldn’t, because he knew he’d be next. And yet he couldn’t look away from Charles’s doom. From what was soon to be his own. He watched as Charles twisted and laughed and squealed, as he struggled to escape, an effort made in vain. He listened as all the poor pilot could do was laugh. Because tickles, ironically, were one of the things that got him to stop rambling.

And Ellie knew it, too.

“Aww, poor Charles, can’t even tell me off because he’s just too ticklish! Isn’t that just the cutest thing, Henry? Something that you’d expect someone so rambly to be able to do is attempt some speech about how ‘evil’ and ‘horrible’ I am because I won’t stop tickling him, or teasing him, or calling him the cutest, most adorable little puppy boy ever! But not Charles, because he’s just too ticklish~” she cooed at him, leaning closely over him so he couldn’t look away from that evil smile she wore. Henry finally managed to tear his gaze away, hiding behind his hand, his face one again feeling like it was on fire. 

“What’s wrong, Henry? Don’t wanna watch Charles get his karma? I thought you loved watching people get what’s coming to them,” Ellie purred, having noticed Henry’s change. “But then again, I guess you’ve never liked it when the karma comes for you, huh? And you know that’s exactly what’s gonna happen when puppy boy over here’s tickled out.”

Beside him, Charles whined through his laughter, which brought Ellie’s full attention back to him.

“Speaking of which, you done down there?” she asked him, and after a short while his laughter calmed to giggling, which indicated to Henry that he’d probably managed some kind of affirmation. Of course, once Charles could speak properly again, he did.

“Dohohon’t… dohon’t call mehe puhuhuppy bohoy… Ihihi… aham a grohohown ahass mahahan… Ihi am… ihin the mihilitahahary… I aham…”

“You’re adorable. Like a puppy. Now shush and go rest, okay?”

“Okahay…” he giggled out, though Henry dared to peek and see him roll away onto his side, still giggling as Ellie let him go. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Ready, Henry?”

Ah. Shit. That’s right.

“Uh… w-wehell…” he mumbled, having trouble finding the words to say, finding himself averting his gaze again now that he was under Ellie’s full focus.

“C’mon, I need an answer. Or are you saving your breath until I actually start?” she asked, tilting her head at him with that same evil smirk. “I mean, I get it. Listening to you talk nonstop and still manage to say absolutely nothing is pretty funny. But I would at least like you to say you’re ready.”

“Ihi… I-I’m ready…”

And just like that, she dug into his belly, making him squeal brightly at the tickles. He tried his best to roll in some direction, any direction, so long as it would make it less intense, but no matter where he tried to go, there she was. So, his brain defaulted to the next best thing it could think of to get him out of trouble.

“WAHAHAIT!! WAITWAITWAIT! PLEHEASE EHEHELLIE!! NAHAHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Hey, you said you were ready! You don’t get to tell me to wait anymore, now switch up the tone before I decide you’re not laughing hard enough~” she warned him, earning a flustered squeal.

“PLEHEASEPLEASEPLEASE!! I CAHAN’T!! NOHOT FAHAHAIR!! IHIT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!!” he complained, grabbing at her hands as they kneaded at the pudge on his tummy. It was hard to overstate how much it really tickled; he felt like his whole midsection was filled with electricity, buzzing through his torso and lighting his nerves on fire. This was the kind of thing that was so hard to describe entirely but so unique and distinct in a way it had no business being. He’d probably have felt bad for Charles if he had the brain function for it right then.

“I know it’s bad, that’s why I chose this spot, dumbass. It makes you react so much and it’s just so fucking cute! You have no idea how much I just wanna squeeze the shit outta you every time I get you to laugh like this, but I might end up actually hurting you so this is the next best thing!”

“FUHUHUCKING CYHYCLE!!”

“I mean, yeah, but that’s not the point. The point is, you’re an adorable puppy boy, just like Charles.”

“PLEHEHEHEASE!! EHEHELLIE! SOHOMEWHERE EHEHELSE!!”

“Give me one good reason~”

“DYIHIHIHIHING!!”

“Oh please, you drama king, you’re not dying!” she rolled her eyes at him, although she couldn’t hide how amusing it was. “I mean, I’ll move spots, but you’re not dying.”

And true to her word, she took his hand into hers, gently fluttering her nails over his palm, causing his hysterics to calm into bright giggles.

“Chrihihist… youhuhu… ahare ehehehevil…” he managed, feeling like his brain was turning into soup now that it was able to relax a little.

“If I was ‘evil’, I would’ve kept tickling your belly,” she pointed out with a smug smile, “You should be grateful that I’m giving you any mercy at all with that shitty excuse.”

Henry had no good response to that, so he gave in to just giggling his head off, his free arm draped over his face, staying like that until Ellie finally got bored and let him go, standing, letting him struggle to regain composure.

He couldn’t tell what she was doing, but he heard her begin to walk into the kitchen and say, “Maybe I can try to make this cake myself. Maybe I’ll set the house on fire, maybe I'll actually make something edible, let’s see.”

The sound of Charles scrambling to his feet only made him giggle harder.

[amysky21]

It might be nothing but Gorgug getting angrier as his stress tokens going up… makes me concerned.

The stress points looking like rage stars… too many coincidences if you ask me. Maybe as stress rises they’re accidentally lending more power to this mystery rage god? Gorgug as a barbarian would be the easiest to corrupt with rage, especially with the sheer amount of academic pressures (some put on him by Ruben’s uncle)

It would be so heartbreaking to see a sweet guy who offered a flower to a jerk (no offence to Fabian) on his first day of school fall into a pit of rage.

Also, I don’t think we know what/who Porter is a paladin of? A man trying to promote rage? Who has intentionally pushed Gorgug to his limit to incite rage?

Maybe Fig was right the whole time.

[alien-bluez]

darryl or henry? if you wanted :)

take em both!

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

[grammarknighty]

Takato and his gang in Halloween costumes. So cute.