#Ticklish!Amethyst

[gaybananabread]

TickleTober Day 1 - Anticipation

Welcome to October! I’m really excited to have these posting, and I’m hyped to see how everyone that requested likes their fics! They’ll be posting day-by-day, so if you requested #29, it’ll be posted on October 29th! Figured I’d start out with something i haven’t done yet, so here’s some Steven Universe Future! (definitely not projecting on steven whaaaat)  I hope you all have an amazing spooky season, Enjoy!!

Lee: Future!Steven

Ler: Amethyst 

Summary: Steven hasn’t been doing the best mentally, especially on the bad days. Amethyst has the perfect way to help, but being herself, adds a playful edge to it.

Warnings: Possible SUF spoilers maybe? A spot angsty at the start. This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!

The past few months had been…they’d been interesting. Steven finally started getting the help he needed, and the gems had been supporting him however they could. The therapist was nice, she helped him through some of his most traumatic moments. Topics on his mom…they were still touchy, but he was getting there. He had a name for one of his problems now. “Abandonment Issues…” 

There’s still days where he feels lousy. He couldn’t remember the official term, but he liked to call them “spew days.” Days where his emotions just got the better of him. Days like today.

Steven was sprawled out on the couch, staring blankly up at the ceiling. He…he felt like poop. Not as bad as he did with Connie’s “not yet,” but definitely crummy. The teen didn’t even notice when Amethyst came through the door until she flopped down next to him. 

“Hey dude! Oh…Steven, what’s wrong?” He grunted, shrugging. It wasn’t a lie either, at least not completely. A combination of things was wrong, though he couldn’t pinpoint what they all were. He just…wasn’t okay.

“Steven, c’mon. Remember the whole “we talk about our feelings” deal we made?” The purple-hued gem’s expression softened, giving him a little nudge. They had all agreed that whenever something was wrong, they would do their best to communicate the problem. Steven sighed, knowing it would probably help. 

“I just…feel crummy. It’s a bunch of things. Sorry…” Amethyst immediately shut that down. “Hey, hey. No. You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. Your feelings are valid, no matter how confusing they are. If you can’t say it, that’s okay.” Gosh, why are his friends so awesome? He held out his arms, silently asking for a hug. His friend was more than happy to oblige.

“C’mere bud.” She wrapped her arms around the 16 year old, hugging him tight. He felt a bit of the gross feeling go away, melting into the touch. He needed this. Ever since the monster incident…hugs have been his everything. “Thanks Amethyst…”

His voice was a bit too deep and airy for her liking. He needed a cheer up session, pronto. Lucky for him, she had the perfect idea. “Ya know Steven… you could use some fun. How about we play some Steven Tag, with a twist?” 

A twist? Why was she smiling like tha-…oh. Oh. He pulled away from the hug, a smile tugging at his lips. “Amehe- Amethyst no!” The purple gem crossed her arms, smirking. Amethyst shifted into the present version of Steven, snickering. “You got ten seconds. You get tagged, you get tickled…better run.” 

Crap…crap! He got up off the couch, backing away from his friend. She couldn’t be serious, right? “Amethyst, c’mon! You- you’re joking right? Right?” She just smirked, holding up ten fingers. She was not joking. She slowly lowered one finger, then another, then another, dragging out each word with a teasing tone. “Ten, nine, eight…”

Time to run! He took off in the opposite direction, running into the warp area. The door opened for him, his pink and cloudy room offering a nice place to hide. Steven zipped inside, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach. The room, sensing his needs, quickly made a few hiding spaces. Cabinets, closets, doors, tables with cloths, a bunch of hiding spot’s any kid would think of. All of which are horrible for actual hiding. It would have to do… He ducked into the most boring closet he saw, finding a pile of blankets inside. He burrowed under them, tried his best to make sure nothing was poking out, and hid. 

Amethyst finished her countdown, chuckling as she walked over to the door. It opened to her room, but that was just a minor inconvenience. She knew her way around those rooms like the back of her gem. Running over to her stack of couch cushions and rubber ducks, she shoved them out of the way, revealing the secret path to Steven’s room. Can never be too prepared for mischief. She jumped through the hole, feeling gravity shift as she landed on the soft, pillowy clouds of Steven’s room. Time for some fun…

“Oh Steven~! Where are ya, bud? I just wanna play~!” When she saw the silly hiding spots, she snickered. Just like old times… Amethyst began opening the cabinets, trying to find the teen. “You know you can’t hide from me, man. I’m gonna find ya, and when I do, you’re gonna get it~” 

Steven clamped a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle his anticipatory giggles. He had forgotten how evil Amethyst was when it came to these games… The butterflies in his stomach were going wild, swarming and sending a blush to his cheeks. He hadn’t been tickled in a good while. That somehow made the fluttery, bubbling feeling worse. 

Turns out he sucked at being quiet. Amethyst easily heard his poorly muffled giggles, the cloudy walls of the closet almost paper-thin. Guess some things never change. “Steven, Steven, Steven. Still a gigglebug through and through.”

She slowly walked towards the closet, stomping her feet to make as much noise as possible. She wanted him to know how screwed he was. Knowing he was already caught, he removed his hand from his mouth, letting the giggles fly free as he leaned against the door. No way was he gonna go down without a small fight.

Amethyst jiggled the doorknob, pushing against it. You’d think that it would be easy, it being made of clouds and all. But no. The manifestations were linked to Steven’s conscious and subconscious thoughts, and right then, they wanted that door solid and stable. He only forgot one thing; a towel for under the door. Shape-shifting to an ant, the crystal gem easily slipped under the door. She scurried behind Steven before shifting back, growing to a purple-hued version of him. “Peek-a-boo~” 

Now, he handled his surprise very maturely. He definitely didn’t shriek and run into the door. Definitely not. His best friend snorted, snatching him up in her arms. “Tag! Ya know what that means…” Shifting back to her regular form, the gem wiggled her fingers into his sides, not releasing him from the reverse hug. He yelped, squirming around and digging his heels into the carpeted floor. 

“Amehethyst! Qu-quihihihit it!” Even though he was currently taller than the other gem, he couldn’t escape the ticklish hold. The closet was small, not allowing much room for squirming or thrashing. Lucky for him, Steven’s subconscious threw him a bone. The closet poofed out of existence, momentarily startling Amethyst. She pulled him closer, hugging him tightly before she realized what happened. 

“Ooooh, I get it. Someone’s a bit too ticklish for their own good, huh?” The wiggling fingers quickly resumed their tickly pattern on his sides, pulling sweet giggles from the teen. He gripped her wrists, trying to pry her hands off. That did next to nothing; the crystal gem was having way too much fun. She had completely forgotten about her Steven Tag excuse, just wanting to tickle her friend. He needed a good laugh anyways.

She knew exactly where to go to get him really laughing, his younger years giving her plenty of time to learn his best spots. Amethyst moved her tickling to his belly, slowly getting closer to his gem. Steven knew what she was doing; it was the same pattern as when he was young. Sides, belly, gem, and if he was still breathing, underarms. Normally, he’d be embarrassed of the tickling. But right now? It was actually a fun distraction from his thoughts. “Nohoho! Dohon’t you dahare!”

A little teasing wouldn’t hurt. She slowly circled her fingers around the edge of his gem, sending ticklish little shocks to his belly. Frantic giggles bubble out of him, his anticipation building as she toyed with the edge of his gem. “A-Ahamethyst! Thihis is mehehean!”

“Uh, no duy. That’s why I’m doin’ it!” She chuckled and scritched a little faster, trying to get a squeak or two out of him. And, as expected, his giggles turned squeakier than a rusty door hinge. The feeling of her fingers so close to his worst spot was killer. No amount of squirming or wiggling was helping, the butterflies in his stomach going nuts. 

He caved within thirty seconds, patting her arm and speaking with a whiny tone. “Ahamethyhyst! Juhust- just dohoho ihit ahahalreheady!” That almost got her. Almost. Rolling her eyes, the teasing ended, making way for the main event.

Following her pattern, Amethyst’s playful scribbling moved to his gem, sending the crazy ticklish sensations across his whole midsection. He was constantly changing and growing, but his sensitivity didn’t seem to get the message. He squealed, kicking as his knees gave out. “COHOHOME OHON! NOHOT FAHAIR, LEHEMME GOHOHO!” 

It was kinda adorable, in a dorky way. Steven had always liked being tickled, even if he never voiced that opinion. It was pretty obvious when he was younger. Recently, however, he had been drifting away, closing up, avoiding anything “childish” or “immature” to him. They now knew why, and were working towards improving his self-image and communication skills. Still, progress was slow. Seeing him laugh again…it was nice. 

Amethyst was so engrossed in her thoughts that she barely noticed when Steven was tiring out. He hadn’t had much energy to start the day, and quickly wore out from the tickling. He slumped against his best friend, leaning into her as the tickling wore him down. 

“AHAHA-AHAHAMETHYHYST! IHIHI- AHAHAHA!” Her smile softened when she regained focus. The scribbles on his gem slowly came to an end, her hands switching to rub the ticklish areas. He practically melted into her touch. The soft happiness from the tickling paired with her gentle attention had him on cloud nine. “Thahahanks…”

Okay, that warmed her gem. She shifted to a bear, carrying him up to his bed. It wasn’t the first time she’d done it, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. The contented drowsiness was a major improvement from his earlier gloom. Lumbering up the stairs, she laid him down, shifting back to her regular form. It wasn’t late, but one little nap wouldn't hurt his sleep schedule. Right as she turned to leave, a soft hand tugged her back. “Hey…stay?” 

The warm smile on her face somehow got even softer, pitchy chuckles shaking her shoulders. “‘Course, bud. Gimme a sec.” She shifted shape once again, now a fluffy, lavender cat. Pawing at the blankets, she curled up beside Steven, pressing her soft fur against the star on his shirt. The bouncy-haired teen draped an arm over his now-feline friend. He was completely spent and ready for a nap. 

A low purr rumbled in her chest at the soft gesture. Steven always found new ways to surprise them, either with kindness or some new ideal. The other gems would have likely been home soon, but she didn’t really care. Garnet and Pearl could tease all they want if it meant she could spend some quality time with Steven. 

Amethyst didn’t need sleep, but it was always nice to get some; especially in moments like those. The teen was out in seconds, his friend soon joining. The day had taken a turn for the better, all thanks to a bit of playful mischief and care. Moments like those are what makes being a crystal gem all the more worth it…

[milkteabinniechan]

♡Heels to Heaven - Minho

MINORS DNI 18+ DNI membership//m.list

pairing: bf! Minho x fem! reader

summary: Minho loves to spoil you with foot massages, painting your toes and buying you new shoes but lately he can't keep his hands off of your feet...

warnings: foot fetish!! general smut, intercourse, Dom boyfriend, princess girlfriend

“Pink or purple, bunny?”

Minho held two different nail polish bottles in front of you. You scrunch your nose as you look over the two colors.

“Purple.” You pointed to the small of the two bottles, a shimmering amethyst hue swirling inside.

Minho smiled and opened the bottle, letting the dainty brush soak in the polish before spreading and painting across your toenails. He held your foot firmly with his other hand, gripping your ankle and holding you in place.

You watched his brow become furrowed as he concentrated on making your toes pretty. Minho genuinely enjoyed painting your toes. He had told you a few months ago that he liked holding your feet firmly in his lap, your long legs stretched long across him as he decorated your adorable little toes.

“Adorable? Really?” You asked him. You had never really seen your feet as anything other than what you walk on. But Minho described them as adorable. As cute. As pretty. He said he enjoyed how ticklish you were, how sensitive your feet became when he would touch them. Minho thrived on getting a reaction out of you, no matter what it was. And he said that how you reacted to your feet being touched was one of his favorites.

“All done, bunny.” Minho hummed softly, his eyes glancing over his handy work. You wiggled your toes and watched the flecks of glitter in the polish catch the light as you moved. You giggled happily at the color, knowing that you had chosen well. Minho chuckled at your wiggling toes, his eyes narrowing as he looked up and down your legs.

“You happy, bunny?” Minho growled low.

You nodded your head, sensing the tone in his voice that made your hair stand on end. He reached his hands out and snaked them slowly up your bare legs. Goosebumps covered your skin as his hands traveled further and further up your legs. Small gasps escaped your lips as he reached the waistband of your shirts. His fingers hooking around the elastic band and slowly pulling downward. You lifted your bottom to help Minho peel your shorts off completely before tossing them aside. Your eyes stayed locked on his as he gradually made his way to you, crawling over you like a boastful predator preparing to devour its prey.

Minho grabbed your hips in one swift motion and pulled you towards him. He grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his waist, your cunt already snug against his lower abdomen. He let out a low, possessive growl as he pulled his own shorts down and unsheathed his already pulsating cock. The feeling of your feet had already gotten him excited, but the look of you underneath him like this was almost too much.

Minho slapped the tip of his cock on the slick slit of your opening, claiming you already before he had even slid inside. You braced yourself for the full feeling that was imminent. Minho was thick and Minho was long. And Minho liked to stay inside of you, lingering there for a moment, deep in your cunt, before rocking his hips into you.

But this time, Minho lifted your legs high, higher than usual, until your ankles rested on either side of his shoulders. The position was new and exciting. Your eyes widened as Minho began to move in and out of you, one hand around your left ankle while the other hand placed meticulously on your stomach. You let your head fall back naturally as he leisurely moved his cock back and forth, in and out. The sounds of you pulling him in echoing through the bedroom. Minho groaned as he gripped your ankle, turning his head to your foot. He lifted your leg to his mouth and placed your perfect toes against his tongue. He moaned desperately as his tongue flicked and licked your pretty little toes, his cock throbbing with need as he moved. He felt his mind start to go fuzzy and blank as he continued to lick and suck on your toes, completely lost in the euphoric feeling of your pretty feet in his mouth. You let out a strangled moan as he continues to move inside of you at a merciless pace, his mouth still sucking and kissing your sensitive and ticklish feet.

“Minho…” you breathed out pathetically, your own mind turning fuzzy and blank as he pressed on. A taut coil began to grow in your stomach as he moved and it was winding up tighter and tighter by the second. You felt as though you might break in half, a boneless puddle on the floor when he was finished with you.

Minho could feel his own climax nearing, his legs slowly giving out beneath him. But he pressed on, he needed to see you pour over the edge for him. He needed to stay like this for just a little longer.

You gripped the bedsheets like a lifeline, your knuckles turning white as more strangled moans leaked and slipped from your needy mouth. Minho felt you squeeze him, his cock being sucked in by you as he continued to lick and suck on your toes. The feeling on Minho's tongue on your sensitive toes was sending you completely over the edge into some other intoxicating place. You arched your back and cried out as your climax washed over you and drowned you in an impossible pleasure. Minho watched you come undone for him, the feeling of your legs so high in the air and your cute feet in his mouth finally proving too much as he released inside of you. A guttural growl coming from deep in his chest as he spills and gushes into your tight, aching cunt. He holds himself up on top of you, his arms on either side of you now as he continues to flood your womb until it pours over completely and cascades out of you.

You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him closely, letting your breaths slow and sync together. He rests his head on your chest and lets out a small, prideful chuckle. You smirk as you hear his laugh. Minho loves to get a reaction, and he definitely got one tonight.

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[gigglylover1]

Oi :> if u are able to ofc, plz draw Amethyst tickling both you and me with tickle venom tentacles 😅 I have both Amethyst's and my oc posted somewhere on my Tumblr :> U dont have to do this if u dont wanna! Dont stress urself out, and take ur time :>

Haii! :D

I used the normal amethyst reference- anyways- I got a mood malfunction again-

For the next 2-3 art posts I am in, I would still have the purple blush because WOW THE VENOM WAS SO MUCH THAT IT APPEARED ON THE PAPER-

Have a good lee mood ya little ticklish t-wordish puppy:>

[ayabeanworks]

Title: I'm Home

Synopsis: Where SaShiSu finally meet you again after 7 lifetimes of not seeing you.

Character: SaShiSu x reader

Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)

Notes: Part 2 of Can I meet you again? AU where Geto does not defect, and you do instead. Some angst, fluff, mentions of death, suicide and murder. Happy ending.

My playlist when writing this: - Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan - Akari by Soushi Sakiyama (Ending of JJK S2 Hidden Inventory)

When you dream, you sometimes see the same three people.

Two boys and one girl. The two boys were like the sun and moon, almost like the direct opposite of each other. One's got white hair and the bluest eyes of them all, the other's got dark hair and beautiful purple eyes rivalling amethysts. The girl had short brown hair and warm, caramel brown eyes, with a mole under her right eye.

They always seemed to appear in your dream, but every time you woke up, you could barely remember their facial features, as if something or someone was deliberately drawing over it with a thick sharpie to obstruct your view.

So when you wake up, you're left wondering why you keep dreaming of them, and your chest that clenches in longing whenever you wake up from a dream including them.

Sometimes, you would even wake up in tears, and sometimes, you would wake up with the biggest smile on your face. On one rare occasion, you felt a sharp pain in your neck that hurt so much you woke up in cold sweat. But, you could also feel a gentle hand caressing your cheek.

For your whole life, you didn't know why they kept appearing in your dreams. Even when you were young, you couldn't get the images of them out of your head, or their faceless features, nor the imagery that was shown to you. Horrible images they had been, ones where you would wake up tired and lethargic, like you'd battled and exhausted all your mental and physical energy.

You don't know who or what you're fighting.

When you tried to talk to your parents about it, they would shrug you off, thinking it was just a nightmare or something that kids dreamt of because of their overactive imaginations.

But you knew. You knew it was more than that. You just weren't able to explain it in words.

So you never talked about those dreams again. They were dreams that stayed with you and dreams that ended with you.

If you had a chance, sometimes you would ask others what their dreams were about or if they had the same type of dream. But none of them were even similar to your situation, and it made you confused why yours were so different to everyone else's.

It was only when you turned 18, you managed to remember the face of one of the three.

It was the one with dark hair and purple eyes. His features were sharper than you thought, and for him specifically, it was like a veil had risen from in front of your eyes, and you were able to remember bits and pieces of the dreams you continuously had.

You don't know his name. But the way he looked at you made your chest tight, and your cheek tingle. Specifically the area under the eye.

You could probably trace his features on a piece of paper if you tried hard enough - you could recall your fingertips tracing his face as he lay next to you, and the laugh that came from him when he found it ticklish.

Then, he would cup your cheek, his thumb gently swiping the area right under your eye, the area which would normally tingle after some dreams with him in it. And each and every time, his expression would be incredibly soft, his gaze incredibly affectionate as he looked at you.

For you to feel it so realistically, you sometimes wondered whether it was a memory from a past life, or if it was a premonition of sorts?

When you woke up, you were calm, relaxed and felt safe. It was strange after such a dream. When talking to others, you heard these types of dreams would make someone giddy and excited because it was so intimate.

Contrary to the general population, even though you were calm, and the dream you had was intimate and borderline romantic, all you just felt was that a part of you was missing.

You missed the stranger in your dreams; the stranger who sometimes held you tenderly, sometimes knocked the wind out of you with his hugs, and sometimes caressed your cheek as if you were the only thing in his eyes. After you could remember his face, the pull of longing became stronger little by little.

Your eyes started to look around, wherever you were, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy in your dreams, a silver of hope in you to reach some answers.

Why were you having these dreams?

Who was he? Who were the other two?

What significance did they have in your life?

You have yet to get any answers.

The second face you could finally properly see was the girl. She was young, maybe around your current age and had those beautiful brown eyes you could get lost in. She had the demeanor of someone who didn't have much of a care in the world, but she was fun, she was kind and she was most of all flirty. Towards you, anyway.

You could recall the embarassment you woke up to after she had teased you all day in the dream. Your face was red, but it made you happy. For that much teasing, you wondered whether you were an M. It made no sense you liked it so much?

Hell, everything in your dreams, and how it shaped you and your thoughts, confused you. It all made no sense, but it felt like you were trying to find something, find something precious you've lost. But what precious thing did you lose?

You didn't know.

When you felt like you were on the verge of figuring something out, you couldn't. You didn't have enough information.

So, you continued life like normal, hoping that you would at least get some answers living day to day and dreaming night after night.

It was around the 3 month mark after you could see the dark haired boy that you could see the girl. Now all your dreams had both of them in it, two of the three whom you could see the faces of. But, the last one's face was still blurred out, and you still couldn't see him.

All you knew was that he wore these dark round sunglasses, had white hair, and for some reason, you knew he had blue eyes.

But, you still weren't able to see his face.

While you dreamed of scattered bits of what seemed like a memory, you could tell the white haired one was a bit brash, but was secretly a sweetheart who hid behind a bravado of arrogance.

Every time you woke up from dreaming about the white haired one, you felt like laughing, only because whatever reaction he gave was funny. He was a very lively one, and compared to the others, he always had something interesting he was doing, no matter what time or in whatever situation.

But for years, the blurring on his face didn't disappear, and you weren't able to find out what he properly looked like.

One day, you stumbled across a crepe shop a few stations away from where you lived. The rush hour traffic was absolutely abysmal, and it was a mild day, causing it to be hot and disgusting inside the train.

So, you did what any sane person would do and get off the train a few stops earlier, preferring to walk home instead. You were in your early 20's and had moved to Tokyo for work after completing your degree, preferring to be a little closer without having to commute so long.

It was only by coincidence you discovered it, but when you ordered for the first time, it was like you had practiced this order your whole life.

A crepe decorated with strawberries, whipped cream and topped with a drizzle of chocolate.

While you waited for them to make your order, you could hear someone's voice in the back of your head, a deep voice with a playful tone that didn't belong to anybody you knew.

But even so, it was a voice you were incredibly familiar with, and your breath hitched from hearing it again.

Except, when you looked around, there wasn't anybody near you, and there wasn't anybody who 'fit' the voice from a further distance away.

Nobody who 'fit' the voice? You had questioned your own thoughts, wondering where that came from. It was almost like you were trying to find a specific person.

But who?

When you got the crepe, you left. It was a delicious crepe, so you wanted to go back and get one for yourself on days when you were stressed. Probably a Friday like today. You often went there after school on Fridays.

It was a moment after you finished the thought that you stopped suddenly in your steps.

I often went there after school on Fridays? You looked over your shoulder at the crepe shop in the distance, situated between other shops.

That's impossible.

You knew it was impossible. You didn't live in the city, you didn't go to this side of the city, nor did you see this crepe shop any other time in your life. It was your first time ordering from them too!

So what gives?

The next moment, you heard a familiar voice. It was definitely a figment of your imagination, but you swore you could hear that same voice from when you were waiting for your crepe. But when you faced the direction it came from, you couldn't find anything.

You heaved a light sigh and started walking home, just missing the tall white haired man who had come to order his own crepe.

That night, you finally saw the face of the white haired boy, 4 years after seeing the faces of the dark haired boy and brown haired girl.

He was an incredibly beautiful boy, contrary to his expressions and behaviours. No blemishes to speak of, soft white hair and a glimmering set of blue eyes.

Those blue eyes were so beautiful you couldn't help but admire them whenever you remembered them. It reminded you of a cloudless blue sky, maybe even prettier.

The dream in which you had seen that boy properly for the first time was at the crepe shop you went to before. It was one where he stood with you, both in uniform as he paid for the crepes, grinning as he ordered one with a multitude of toppings, whilst you ordered your regular strawberry crepe with whipped cream and a chocolate drizzle.

His round sunglasses were opaque, a detail you seemed to already know, and when he caught you staring at him while talking, he teased you and took off his glasses, coming up close to your face to allow you to stare at his eyes.

It seemed he knew what you wanted, but after you complimented him sincrerely on how pretty his eyes were, he put the sunglasses on you, completely obscuring your vision with darkness as he ruffled your hair and mumbled out a quiet and embarrassed 'shut up'.

The same voice you heard at the crepe shop - it belonged to him. You were sure of it.

You were even more sure that if you went to that same crepe shop on Fridays during after school hours, you might be able to see him, and by extension, the other two.

It was only the next week when you woke up in cold sweat, dreaming of yet another battle. But, this time your neck stung and you felt like you were suffocating.

There was only one other time you had this type of dream, and it was when you were young, the day you tried telling your parents about it.

You controlled your inhales and exhales, holding the side of your neck that stung, feeling a liquid sensation there. Alarmed, you brought your hand in front of you to look, but it was just your sweat.

It felt like something else. A darker, more viscous liquid.

Your hand trembled, flashes of your bloodied hand flashing for less than a second in your mind, similar to your dream.

You could recall blurry imagery, blood, screams and frantic voices. You could feel one of your hands being caressed between two larger hands. You knew it was the darker haired boy who was holding your hand. But you couldn't see him except for the top half of his face. You could only make out that he had a sad expression in his eyes, but masked it with calmness.

The one who you could see, was the owner of the beautiful blue eyes. He held an expression you've never seen on him before, one that was a mixture of pain, disbelief, panic and frustration all in one. His eyes were glossy, and it looked like he could cry at any moment. His jaw was clenched and his breathing was erratic.

That was when you heard another voice, one that you knew belonged to the darker haired boy.

"Let's get you home, [name]."

That was when you woke up. You could only feel your cold body, shivers making goosebumps form on your skin, regardless of how warm the spring weather was becoming.

Compared to when you were younger, the dream you just had was much stronger, much more pronounced, and you could really feel what was happening.

It was too much. The only emotion you could feel was regret, sadness, and a tad of relief. You couldn't help but tear up. You hugged yourself in a fetal position as you tried to hold back your tears. But the more you tried to, the more tears threatened to spill.

And so you cried.

After that day, you recorded everything. You had half a mind to do it when you started being more conscious of the world, but you didn't end up doing anything until now. You should've started earlier.

After a week of jotting down all the notes you could, you had finally written up a bunch of documents on your computer, detailing everything you saw in your dreams, the people you met, the experiences you got, and the three people who it seemed to revolve around.

You even decided to take up art classes to draw the vivid imagery in your dreams after failing to draw a proper pair of round opaque sunglasses. It was easier to scribble down whatever you could, including drawings, when you remembered it.

And the drawings you found yourself drawing a lot of, were actually the crepes found at the crepe store you frequented on the weekly.

You ordered something different each time, hoping it would jog your memory or even trigger some. After all, it seemed you went to the crepe store with the white haired boy every week, and every week both of you got a different combination of flavours.

It wasn't every single time, but some would trigger memories to flow into your head. That was when you would quickly sketch down a crepe with a large number of toppings, one that you know you wouldn't get. It was definitely the white haired boy's.

This continued on for the next few years, and the number of sketchbooks and documents you've put together were numerous. There was so much material and you had more to add, making you wonder when you would stop getting these dreams.

On a day where you didn't get any dreams, you decided you wanted to go to the crepe store. It wasn't a Friday, but rather a Saturday, just a day after your previous visit.

You hadn't gone on a weekend before.

As you make your way there, you found the chatter of the streets to be louder than the Friday, full of smiles and laughter of families and friends.

This brought a smile to your lips as you stopped in front of the crepe store, wondering what you wanted this time. Yesterday you had a maple syrup crepe, so today you'll get a savoury one.

You put in an order for a cream cheese salmon crepe, a new addition added only the week prior, and stood to the waiting area, patiently waiting for them to finish your brunch.

"I think this is the first time I've ever seen you ordering a savoury crepe. What happened to just the sweet kind?"

You froze.

That voice.

That voice.

Your eyes widened and you immediately looked up from your open sketchbook, staring at a taller man with white hair, tinted round sunglasses and the biggest grin on his face.

It was the boy, now a man, from your dreams.

Your eyes glossed over with a sudden wish to cry. Your chest tightened, making it harder to breathe while your head started hurting, a bunch of information flowing into your mind like they were your own. The amount of information crammed into your head was overwhelming, almost worse than the worst headache you've ever had.

But, it gave you answers. It gave you everything you ever wanted to know.

Now, everything made sense.

Your lips parted, about to say something, but then it closed and opened again like a goldfish, unsuccessful in delivering anything via words. Instead, your tears fell and you sobbed like a madman, wailing in the middle of the street while waiting for your crepe.

Satoru only laughed at you, taking the sketchbook out of your hands as he pulled you into his chest, giving you tight hug, enveloping you in his embrace.

Oh, how you missed his hugs.

"'toru, 'toru, 'toru!" You chanted his nickname like a prayer, your voice muffled in his chest as you sobbed, arms trying to pull him impossibly closer than he already was. You couldn't stop the tears from falling; a sense of relief, happiness and comfort washing over you as you hugged him.

Satoru only responded by hugging you tighter, pressing his cheek to the top of your head as he nuzzled into you, taking in the scent he's missed so much. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, then nuzzled his cheek back in the same place.

You were here. You were here in his arms. He wasn't dreaming.

"I'm here, [name]." One of his hands behind your neck started stroking the back of your head, comforting you as you let another sob at his reassurance that you were definitely not dreaming and he was there in the flesh.

Against his chest, you could feel his racing heartbeat as he hugged you, almost like he'd run a marathon, making your sobs turn into broken laughs at how that one trait never changed.

You pulled away from him but kept in his embrace, sniffing as you stared up at him. You reached up to take off his sunglasses, seeing those beautiful blue eyes you've missed. You stared into them for a moment, with them staring right back at you, almost like they could see through your soul.

"Like what you see?" A familiar, shit-eating grin made you laugh and lightly hit his arm, mirth settling in his eyes as he saw your smile.

It was genuine.

"You've grown up, 'toru." Your words were soft as you cupped both of his cheeks, checking his face from all angles. "The last time I saw you, we were both 18." You pinched his cheeks before your hands dropped to your sides, "You've matured. You've become really handsome."

Satoru usually would've cracked a joke, but with the shock of finally seeing you again and the sincerity in your words after not meeting you for over 600 years, he nodded, a closed smile as he felt his eyes become glossy. He shied away from your gaze, opting to look at your shoulder as he tried to blink away his tears.

The last time he saw you was when you died in his arms. He didn't count Kenjaku who had taken over your body as you. So when he finally saw you waiting at the crepe store he'd come to on a weekly basis, he couldn't help but feel so, so happy you were there. He almost thought it wasn't real because they weren't able to find you for over 7 lifetimes, and it was his mind playing tricks on him.

Though, as luck would have it, a couple of years ago, he just barely saw you, and knew they could find you this time around.

And that, they did.

"'toru, can you lean down for me?" You request, taking a small step back so he had room to. You felt his arms lock so you stayed in his embrace, almost like he was afraid you'd escape from his grasp and leave.

He met your eyes again, this time confusion evident in them as he did as requested. You felt your hands go to the sides of his head, bringing him down a slight bit more, before planting a kiss on his hairline.

"I promised!"

When you let go, he stood back up, bringing you in for another embrace as he hid his face from you, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. His face was burning with a pink blush, his ears red as he tried to calm down his hammering heart. He knew you could hear it, but he didn't want you to see his embarrassed face too.

"Satoru, have you gotten your crepe yet?"

Suguru, who had come with Shoko, raised a brow as he saw Satoru hugging someone. The other person held his glasses in one hand, lightly patting his back as a means of comfort. They were still waiting for their crepes, it seemed.

"Wait..." Shoko paused for a moment, a hand coming to Suguru's arm. "That's..." She was glad she wasn't smoking at this very moment, because immediately after seeing the familiar hands, Suguru had excused himself and gave Shoko all the things he was holding, forsaking his gentleman behaviour to see the friend he couldn't save.

Shoko could only sigh as she watched her best friends. She was waiting her turn and wouldn't be able to go against those two giants, so all she did was stand off to the side and watch as they had a little reunion before she had hers.

"[name]!" Suguru's call of your name was breathless as he grabbed Satoru's shoulder, making you lift your head to see him.

When you saw Suguru again, you let go of Satoru and your arms reached to go around Suguru's neck as you cried his name, jumping into his arms as you once again cried at the appearance of your best friend, the one who tried to save you but you pushed away.

Satoru couldn't even properly get mad because he already had his cute little reunion, so he gave Suguru a little grin before going over to Shoko and taking the bags from her to bring closer to where everyone else was.

"Sugu!" You sobbed his name as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. He supported you by holding you up in a tight hug, closer to his strong ones, as you breathed in his familiar scent.

He couldn't stop himself from also shedding a couple of tears, giving you a light kiss on your cheek in the process, his eyes closed as he rearranged his arms so one arm was around your waist, and the other was on the back of your head.

"I missed you." He mumured into your ear. His voice was so small, about to crack, as he let you down onto the ground and leaned down to bury his face into your neck. He just bathed in your presence, bathed in you.

He missed this. He missed you. He missed you so, so much. He didn't know if he would be able to live without you. Those 600 years and more he had to wait for you to finally come back to him were so, so long. But he never gave up. They never gave up.

That was how precious you were to them.

"Sugu, I want to see you." You gently pet the back of his head, smoothing out the hair he'd let loose for the day. It was as silky as you remembered it, maybe even more?

You wondered if he followed your advice on using shampoo and conditioner instead of just soap.

Suguru didn't move for a second, but sniffed and lifted himself up, facing you with red eyes and cheeks. He didn't care if others saw him. He didn't care anymore, especially when it came to you.

You smiled up at him, happiness in your eyes as you looked at him as if he was the most precious thing you've ever set your eyes on (you look at Satoru & Shoko the same way, he noted). You cupped his cheeks, doing exactly what you did to Satoru to Suguru too, examining his facial features.

You run a hand through his hair, pulling it gently back for him. "You've grown up, Sugu. You look very handsome. Very dashing." You giggled when you see his cheeks flare at the compliments, and he resists the urge to hide in the crook of your neck again and take in your calming scent.

"You have too." Suguru eyes you, nodding to himself at your now matured look. He grabs one of your hands, holding it with both his own as he gently rubs circles into the back of your hand.

To him, Satoru & Shoko, you were still pretty much the same as when you were 18, when you left them in their first life. You didn't change much. All your mannerisms were the same, maybe a little bit different from how you grew up, but he thought of it as another variation of you.

You only beam at him, giving him a little twirl of yourself, making the three of them laugh.

You were still so cute.

"Shoko!" You let go of Suguru's hand after giving it a light squeeze, heading over to where the doctor was.

Her arms were already outstretched for you, and you dove right into her arms, hugging her as tight as possible, feeling a laugh resonating in her chest as you hugged her tight. Her arms went around your neck, chin on top of your head as you tried not to cry again at seeing her.

She stroked the back of your head gently, kissing your forehead and cheeks, then pressing her forehead against yours after a slight change in positioning. "You seem well, [name]. Did you miss me? We kept our promise to see you again."

"Of course I missed you!" You ended up bawling into her shirt as you realised she was the one who hadn't seen you the longest out of the three. The last time you properly saw her was just after you had murdered the elder, and then you died a year or so later in Satoru & Suguru's arms.

Shoko, already understanding what you wanted to say, only smiled as she closed her eyes and leaned her head against yours.

After a moment, you apologised for making her clothes wet with your tears, but she shrugged it off, citing 'battle scars' with a wide grin. Some things she said, was still a mystery to you.

You sniffed as you took a step back to fully look at Shoko. She looks much cooler than she did back then, grown her hair longer, and was more mature in appearance than before, which leaned more on the cute side.

"You're so beautiful." You complimented, "Truly!" You could probably stare at her for days. Why did she have the best glow up?

Shoko gave you a wink, smirking at you when you blushed.

"Savoury crepes aren't actually that bad." Satoru suddenly commented, having taken a few bites from your freshly made one.

"Hey! Isn't that my crepe?!" You looked at the crepe store owner, but when he met your eyes he just gave you a thumbs up and a nod, signalling all was good. He had witnessed your touching reunion with them, and given your brunch to Satoru.

"Satoru, let me have some." Suguru took the crepe from him, taking a couple of bites himself as you watched your crepe disappear into the stomachs of the two men. He licked his lips to get some of the cream cheese off, nodding in approval, "This is quite good. I'll order another one for us." He taps your nose with a smile as he went to order more, taking the last bits of your crepe with him.

While he did, you returned your gaze at Satoru, who was busy eating the incredibly sweet one he ordered.

He met your eyes and raised both brows, almost as if he was asking why you were staring.

"How often did you come here?" You omitted the part you wanted to ask the most, about how long they've been waiting.

Satoru didn't even blink as he answered straight away, "Every week at first, then every day. For over 600 years. 7 lifetimes. 7 timelines."

You stared at him in shock, frozen at his answer. Your lips trembled as you realised just how long they've been searching for you. For the 3 or so years you've been together as best friends, it made such a huge impact that it spanned centuries.

You could feel how devoted they were to you, how much they loved you, how they couldn't forget about you. It made you so happy they were so loyal in finding you, but it also felt like you'd chained them down so strongly that it was unfair.

"What if you couldn't find me after 1000, 2000 years?" Your voice was small as it shook.

"We'd fnd you. No matter what." His words were solid, unmoving, and sturdy. There was no hesitation, none at all. He wholeheartedly believed this. "Well, at least I wasn't going to give up. The world could freeze or burn for all I care, but if I couldn't find you then I'd continue or die trying. Rinse and repeat."

"Me too." Suguru came back with the 3 savoury crepes, handing one to everyone except Satoru.

"Me three." Shoko gave the dark haired man a nod as a thank you for the crepe.

You stared at the three of them, remembering how suffocated you felt back in your original life because of all the curses, all the problems that arose with the elders and whatnot. It pushed you to breaking point and even if they were there to try and bring you out, you had fallen in so deep you weren't able to get out. You felt alone and didn't have anymore strength to get out.

But, this time was different. This world didn't have curses. You didn't have the problems you had back then. Your best friends were still here, and they had come to find you, no matter what world nor how long it took. They were there for you.

Would you be able to rely on them this time?

"Thank you." You stared at the crepe as you spoke, not brave enough to see their expressions. "Thank you for not giving up on me. Thank you for not forgetting me. Thank you for finding me. Thank you for everything."

"The crepe didn't do anything for you, [name]." Suguru laughed when you looked up at him in humiliation, not wanting to repeat your heartfelt words to their faces.

Shoko let out a laugh at his comment, making your face flare red.

Satoru had an amused glint in his eyes as he grinned, "Don't be embarassed, we've gone through 7 lifetimes for you. Seven. If that ain't embarrassing to find someone you've known for 3 years, I don't know what is." He watched as you opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish yet again, fueling his amusement.

"Well, it doesn't have to be said now. You can say it whenever you want." Shoko took a bite of the crepe, nose crinkling at the difference in the sweet crepe and the savoury toppings.

"Boo." Suguru & Satoru pouted, wanting to tease you more.

"Anyway, let's go home." Shoko eyed the groceries, "The groceries aren't going to unpack themselves."

The men gave a hum in agreement.

"Already?" You looked at them, sadness appearing on your face since you wanted to talk to them more.

They stared at you as if you had grown another head, with Satoru raising a perfect white brow at the cute pout on your lips.

"What do you mean, 'already?' You're coming with us." He spoke matter of factly. "We'll get the movers to bring your stuff to ours as soon as possible."

"Yeah, what gave you the idea you could run away so quickly?" Suguru had a glint in his eyes as he spoke. He pinched your cheek, "You think we're gonna let you go now that we've found you?"

"You're stuck with us now, [name]." Shoko laughed brightly, reminding you of her in your original life. It had been so, so long since you've last heard her laugh so brightly, it struck a chord in your heart.

"C'mon," She held out her hand, prompting you to take it as she pulled you along. "I want to hear what's been happening with you. We've got lots to catch up on."

Suguru shifted in his step so he was next to you, an arm slung around your shoulders as he pushed you forward to walk with them. "And don't you dare leave anything out." He raised both brows at you, referencing the times you kept things from them.

You gave him a meek nod, promising yourself you wouldn't.

Satoru twirled the key to his car and house around his fingertips, "Y'know, you forgot to say one thing."

"One thing?"

The glasses slid down his nose as his gaze matched yours. "Remember your last words before you died in my arms?"

It took you a moment to recall your words, an 'o' shape forming on your lips.

You felt a squeeze on your shoulder and hand from Suguru and Shoko, who you knew were watching you recall some distant memories, but fresh ones in their minds. Especially for Suguru and Satoru, they were were the ones who heard it loud and clear, being the ones to experience your last moments.

Your heart blossomed with warmth at their invitation to come back with them. You didn't think reincarnation was real - it was just a wish because you wanted to see them again. So your last words reflected the wish you held so dearly in your heart. You let out the most dazzling smile you've ever made in your life, radiating so much joy for a wish come true, "I'm home!"

The grins on Satoru, Suguru and Shoko's faces could put the brightest gems to shame.

"Welcome home!"

You've arrived home, and you were there to stay.

A/N: A little note about the ending and what [reader] and SaShiSu says: it's referencing your last words back when you died in your first life/original life.

The last part [reader] says, "I'm home / ただいま", is what the Japanese say when they come back home after a day out, and is said to family members, friends and anyone they're coming home to.

On the other hand, SaShiSu say "Welcome home / おかえり - okaeri", an expression used to reply to "I'm home", or one to ellicit that answer. What's important is the person who says this is the 'home' the person saying 'I'm home" is coming home to.

For anyone who watches or reads and watches manga/anime/Japanese dramas, you're probably aware that when someone says "I'm home", it usually means that they've at least said "I'll be going now / いってきます - ittekimasu" before they leave and come home later. But this phrase isn't just "I'll be going now" - it actually holds the nuance and vibe that the person saying it (the one who's going somewhere) will come back. So it's got a closer meaning to "See you later" if we look at it in English translation.

And in this story, it can be assumed [reader] says "I'll be going now / いってきます - ittekimasu" as their last words in their first life, with a wish in their heart to see SaShiSu again. Which is why in their letters to SaShiSu, [reader] talked about reincarnation and wanting to see them in a world without curses.

In this context, the way [reader] says it is really cruel, because they didn't come back and left on their own, effectively leaving an 18 year old Suguru & Satoru to hear [reader]'s last words, and Shoko to hear it from them. And because of the nuances behind the meaning of those seemingly simple words, it devastated them when they read the letters. They couldn't just let it go.

That's also why Suguru's last words [reader] can recall from their first life is "Let's get you home, [name]", because he's responding to it in the only way he can cope and not curse them, but also wishing for [reader] to come back to them. And if [reader] died, they would then have their corpse, and will bring it back to get cremated in the 'home' [reader] belonged to before defecting.

Since they couldn't get over it, they did whatever they could to find [reader] in the 7 lifetimes and timelines they've been reincarnated to. So when they've finally found [reader], the words SaShiSu wanted to hear the most were "I'm home" from their best friend who hadn't yet come back to them.

A/N p2: God explaining the nuances makes me cry more than the actual story itself 😭

Anyway if you haven't read part 1, here you go!

As for the others, here's the masterlist for the series if you want to read up on other things happening in this universe😄

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Galileo Galilei Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

I want to see Galileo's past with my own eyes and understand his feelings.

I want to face the real him.

With these thoughts, I continued walking down the hallway.

Soon, I was enveloped in a white light.

When I opened my eyes again after closing them against the brightness, the scenery had completely changed.

(Where's this? It doesn't look like the streets of Paris, and the era seems a bit old.)

(Is Galileo somewhere in this town?)

As I wandered the streets, adjusting my eyes to the darkness, I bumped into a man.

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry."

I looked up, and my eyes met amethyst ones.

(Galileo!?)

Galileo: "No, I'm the one who should apologize."

Even in the dark, his beautiful eyes, illuminated by a faint light, were unmistakable.

However, there was one significant difference from the Galileo I knew.

(He has blond hair.)

His golden hair was faintly shining in the light.

(This is Galileo from the past.)

I was relieved that I had successfully traveled back in time, but I was also captivated by his unexpected appearance.

Galileo: "Are you alone?"

Mitsuki: "Huh? Ah, yes."

My voice slightly wavered as he suddenly talked to me.

Galileo: "It's dangerous for a woman to walk alone at this time of night."

Galileo: "I'll walk you home."

Mitsuki: "Um, I'm traveling."

Galileo: "Then, I'll take you to your inn."

(He's not that intimidating, but his calm tone is unmistakably him.)

Though he looked confused, there was no sign of annoyance—just pure kindness.

As I internally panicked, trying to figure out how to handle the situation, he extended his hand toward me.

Galileo: "It's dark. You might get lost, so hold my hand."

Mitsuki: "Okay."

Before I could think, I took his hand.

He gently squeezed my hand in return, and my heart skipped a beat.

(Even now, his hands are cold.)

I felt a ticklish sensation from encountering an unknown side of him that I still recognized.

As he gently led me along the path like a gentleman, I boldly spoke to him.

Mitsuki: "Um, do you live in this town?"

Galileo: "Yeah, with my family. It's a nice town, but I don't approve of women walking alone at night."

Mitsuki: "I'm sorry, but there's something I really wanted to see."

Galileo: "Something you wanted to see?"

His tone carried a question as he glanced slightly toward me.

Mitsuki: "I can't explain in detail, but I wanted to see it with my own eyes."

Mitsuki: "I've come this far to uncover the truth about someone."

(Across time, to reach you.)

Galileo: "I see."

Without probing further, Galileo returned his gaze forward.

As we approached a crossroads, I told him this was far enough and reluctantly let go of his hand.

Mitsuki: "Thank you."

Galileo: "Yeah."

(He probably doesn't remember meeting me here.)

I wondered if this unexpected encounter might have any impact, but it was so dark that he probably didn't see my face. 

He turned back slightly, returning a nod.

Galileo: "I hope you find your truth."

(.........)

He said, "Excuse me," and headed towards the line of houses.

(I'm sorry for doing something so sneaky.)

I followed him until he reached a small house. After he went inside, I quietly peeked through the window.

Galileo: "I'm home. Virginia, Livia, Michelangelo."

Michelangelo: "Welcome back, big bro!"

Livia: "You're late!"

Galileo: "Sorry, the lecture ran longer than expected."

The children ran to him as if they had been eagerly waiting for his return.

(Galileo has a younger brother and sisters.)

Virginia: "Hurry, brother. It's Livia's birthday today!"

Galileo: "I know. Happy birthday, Livia."

He narrowed his eyes and patted his little sister's head.

His eyes showed a deep, genuine affection.

(He looks so happy.)

His unclouded smile made my heart warm and beat faster.

Their parents appeared, and the family spent time celebrating Livia's birthday.

Later, they went out to a flower field as a family.

While his mother held his younger siblings' hands and looked up at the starry sky in excitement, Galileo sat down beside his father.

Galileo's father: "Galileo, has anyone noticed your secret?"

Galileo: "It's fine, Dad."

Galileo's father: "Good. I'm worried because, unlike those kids, you're a dhampir."

Galileo: "I'm worried, too. After all, you are a pureblood."

From their conversation, it seemed that, unlike him, his siblings were human.

(Are his siblings not related to him by blood? Is Galileo the only dhampir?)

His father sighed softly, looking at his son with gentle eyes.

Galileo's father: "Galileo, there are three races in this world."

Galileo: "It's the story you've told me many times. One of the three races created by God is humans."

Galileo: "Another group is the vampires, who inherit the miracle of eternal life from the founder."

Galileo: "And the last one is the dhampirs, who inherit the blood of both races and are born rarely."

Galileo's Father: "Yeah, that's right."

Galileo's Father: "Vampires sustain themselves on blood. Because of this, they often find themselves in conflict with humans."

Galileo's father: "I believe that someday we can coexist peacefully. I believe in a peaceful future where hearts transcend the differences in our races."

Galileo: "Father..."

Galileo's father: "Hearts can connect across racial divides, just like our family."

Galileo's father: "As a dhampir, you can be a bridge between humans and vampires."

Galileo: "A bridge, huh? I hope I can live up to that."

Taking in his father's words, Galileo gazed up at the sky.

Galileo: "To achieve that, I'll acquire knowledge and contribute to earning people's recognition. Someday, I want to reveal the truth."

Galileo: "I want to change the world where people hold hands and live together. That's what I believe."

Galileo's father: "It's our dream as father and son."

They share their dreams under the twinkling stars above.

Smiling, his father picked up a stringed instrument he had set aside.

Galileo's father: "I'm in a good mood. Let's play a tune."

Galileo: "I'd like that. I always liked the sound of you playing the lute."

Galileo's father: "Then, let's dedicate it to Livia's birthday and our dreams."

Plucking the strings, his father created delicate and melodious tones that filled the air.

The tone caressed the petals, spreading through the air and wrenching at my heart with a bittersweet ache.

(He dreamed of vampires and humans coexisting.)

Galileo's family was warm and close-knit. They wished that the world could be filled with the same scene everywhere.

(But he abandoned that dream.)

Now, he has a goal that is the opposite of his dream: the destruction of the world.

(He seemed so happy.)

(I'm scared to think about what might happen to him in the future, but I have to witness it with my own eyes.)

With determination, I pressed my hand against my chest and looked again, only to see his younger sister running up to him.

Livia: "Big brother, I can't make the flower crown properly."

Galileo: "Let me see."

He skillfully weaved the flowers into a crown and tied the white ribbon that Livia held.

Galileo: "Here you go. Happy birthday, Livia."

Livia: "Wow, it's so cute! Thank you, big brother!"

Livia happily put on the flower crown, her eyes sparkling like stars.

Livia: "Hey, big brother. Can you tell me a story about the stars?"

Galileo: "Sure. Come here. Which story should I tell tonight?"

Galileo lifted Livia onto his lap.

Their mother and siblings listened as he weaved his tale, accompanied by the melody of the lute, spreading out into the starry sky.

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The raspberry war

Also on Ao3!

Steven and Connie were enjoying an afternoon on the beach, taking in the sun and the sweet scent of seawater. Steven was entranced by the GamePal that Connie had gotten him for his birthday, playing a puzzle game about a detective and his potato-loving dog. Connie was reading a tense medical drama that she'd borrowed from her mom's shelf. Whenever the action got really tense, she had a habit of tapping her fingers on Steven's gem, which occasionally drew a giggle out of him, and an apology from Connie. At one point, Steven made an error in judgement. the mistake? Saying "That's the worst cause it only tickles a little."

To which Connie replied. "Oh sorry, I can ramp things up if you want." A dangerous smirk had crossed her face.

Before Steven could take it back, Connie was on him, squeezing and poking his sides, scribbling her fingers around his gem--truly a ruthless tickle attack.

Steven's surprised squeal was eaten up by his rolling laughter as he desperately swatted at Connie's hands.

"Wait! Cohhahannieee Stahhap! Not under the gem! You mohohonster!"

"Yes, yesss," She teased, "A horrible, hungry tickle monster!"

"H-ha-hungry? Do you, ah! Do you want l-like a snahhahack or--"

"Nah, I got this." in a flash of speed that rivaled Pearl in combat, Connie blew a truly dreadful raspberry right where Steven's gem met his stomach. Steven's back arched and he slipped into silent laughter. Connie sat back and let him catch his breath. It took Steven a second to recollect himself.

"Geez Connie, that might have been worse than when Amethyst--"

"OH NO YOU DON'T!" the Amethyst in question shouted as she landed next to them, seemingly coming out of nowhere. "You're not just going to give the title to Connie! Not if I have anything to say about it."

Steven had dealt with many dangerous and terrifying things in his 16 years, butt in this moment, the fear of death hit him like a truck.

"W-wait, Amethyst I didn't mean--"

"What title?" Connie asked, looking around as if to figure out where Amethyst came from.

"Best. Steven. Tickler. I took it from Garnet when he was eight, ain't no way I'm giving it up without a fight."

Steven looked directly at the camera and squinted. Then Amethyst was on him, her hands a blur of ticklish ferocity. Steven tried to crawl backwards and escape, but the gem was too fast for him. She finished off with an evil, dastardly raspberry that once again sent Steven into silent hysterics.

Now the thing about Connie is that she always felt drawn to be the best, possessing a competitive spirit that her parents instilled into her very early in life.

"That all you got?" She challenged, much to Steven's horror.

"Wait Connie you can both--" Unfortunately, the reasonable rest of that sentence was cut off by Steven's roaring laughter as Connie attacked him with another raspberry. And another, and another...and then Amethyst joined in again, meaning twice the raspberries for poor Steven. This went on for some time before Steven finally had his fill, created a bubble around himself, and hamster-wheeled his way down he beach, away from his tormentors. 

Connie and Amethyst regarded each other for a moment, before Connie piped up: "...Tie?"

Amethyst nodded. "Yeah alright. You wanna chase after him to freak him out anyway?"

Connie smiled.

[raviollies]

OC QUESTION MEME

For the sake of not clogging anyone's dashes

4. Do they have a happy place? Somewhere they go to in their heads when they need to relax?

Not really! Blythe really isn't the daydreaming or meditative type, she often just prefers to apply herself physically to busy herself if she feels stressed out, very rarely is she lost in fantasy

10. What is their favourite memory from their childhood?

Blythe's childhood...is not something she remembers in great detail. It bordered on boring, uneventful, few events stood out as exceptional. She was someone extremely under-stimulated, someone that always BORED, wanting more. A lot of her life pre-campaign would be a blur she does not care for.

24. Do they prefer cold weather or warm weather?

Warm! As time goes on, she does show a preference for clothes that let her move, to cast and adventure, so she does not like cold and CETAINLY NOT a fan of Krezk. Most of all she prefers temperate weather like that of Vallaki.

33. What moment of their life made them feel most loved?

:)

28. Are they ticklish ?

Isn't everyone?

37. If they had the chance, would they prefer to travel to the past or the future?

Past. 100% past...to be more knowledgeable, to not walk into the trap of a deal with Theta, or negotiate something better. It wasn't even the deal itself that she harbors hate for, it is the way it was given to her --- through DECEIT. It was thrust upon her without knowledge of what she was agreeing to, of what she was sighing up for.

Blythe in of itself doesn't harbor hate for the Fae, or for BEING a Fae. It's the fact that Theta had not TOLD her what she will become...that she will be bound to her, as Hag and Hexblood. She wishes to be free of the chain, or not have the chain on her in the first place.

17. How good are they at choosing gifts for others?

PRETTY GOOD I WOULD SAY NJFDGF, I am going off my DMs word as our party tends to lean more towards NPC relationships than inter-party ones.

Despite being someone at their core...selfish, she is very perceptive in terms of others emotion and mental status. So far she has given only a couple of gifts;

Ireena - her crystal necklace

Rahadin - Lunarbells

When Ireena expressed an interest in attempting to cast magic, she was woefully without a conduit of doing so...being a martial ---- no focus on hand. So for their lesson, Blythe had given her her necklace, an amethyst that usually hangs around her neck. With the tools in hand, she spent several hours with her honing her very first touch of magic, Prestigitation. With practice, Ireena was able to light up the room, not just with her magic but her smile too.

Ireena keeps it around her neck, underneath her scarf ever since

When Blythe and Rahadin had a moment alone, after a lengthy discussion on...dusk elves and the Three Fanes, Rahadin offered to show Blythe an abandoned dusk elven shrine to the titular goddesses. It was a small outcrop of dilapidated ruins of a building with flowers, thought to be dead. They turned out to be Fae flowers, coming to life and glowing with the slightest touch of magic. Since it appeared to have a profound effect on him, as a token of good will, she taught him a simple cantrip so he could light the flowers himself.

40. Is there anyone or anything that immediately instills fear in them ?

Theta. (and Strahd a little.)

1. How easy is it to make them angry? Do they show their anger or hide it ?

It is quite hard to make Blythe TRULY angry, though specific buttons do get her riled up pretty easily (Such as implying she's 'simple' or questioning her intelligence). She does not show her anger, having been always someone that holds her emotions incredibly close to her heart.

8. Have they ever broken any bones? If yes, how?

Nope.

16. What is something about them that people would not expect just by looking at them?

That despite the air she gives off ... She's someone quite young and inexperienced. She is the product of women having to grow up too fast, of girls feeling like they need to be adults before they're ready. She puts on a confident front of an unruffled, unafraid and always in control woman; someone that is always several steps ahead...but inside she's still...a fairly lost young woman who needs a support system. Who dreams of love, of adventure and glamorous dresses.

19. How would a stranger they just met describe them?

I asked my DM for this! In their words, she is intense, confident, haunting in a way --- that when she walks in, the entire room has eyes on her. Perhaps haughty, but she has a charisma that pulls people towards her. A mysterious femme fatale if you will. A true witch.

3. Do they have any pet peeves?

Gross and unhygienic behaviour!!! She hates when people behave without "manners" such as chewing with their mouth open etc. She despises people in general behaving unbecoming or not without manners to the point some would consider her haughty.

15. What is their dream house like?

She does not have a dream house actually --- in fact...post Barovia, presuming she leaves in one piece, she would actually adventure! She doesn't WANT a house, she wants to constantly be on the road, to see new things, to explore new places, to find new knowledge.

It's meant to tie into the nature of whimsical, carefree Fae. It's the fact that they live everyday as though it is their last despite the eternity that awaits them. She is the same, she has endless time ahead of her, yet still feels as though there is not enough time.

31. Are they a messy eater or a neat eater?

EXTREMELY NEAT EATER. She doesn't a lot either way due to the fact that smoking does kill your appetite, but when she does she always does it very neatly, slowly, almost gracefully. She also tends to be a picky eater and only go For Bougie Shit.

2. Do they believe in soulmates?

She does! She actually is deeply romantic inside despite her very pragmatic and guarded exterior. She reads romance novels, dreams of fairy tale romance, fantasizes about being swept off her feet. She's a tender maiden at heart!

5. At what stage of their life were they the happiest?

Probably right now IRONICALLY LOL.

9. Do they have any memories/experiences they'd rather forget?

Theta. Just Theta in general.

21. Do they have any physical insecurities?

HER EARS. She thinks her hexblood forked ears are unsightly and hides them with illusion magic to appear elven. She feels extremely self conscious over how they stand out and immediately other her from everyone else...even if mostly everyone thinks they're cute.

27. Have they ever witnessed someone die?

Izek Stranzi was actually the first person she has ever seen die in front of her, he was a couple feet away when he got SHANKED causing her to get drenched in blood. That being said...He was a stranger. She wasn't particularly heart broken about it, nor was she overly traumatized. If anything that's probably a much bigger red flag --- that she didn't really CARE. She didn't feel guilt, she didn't feel sadness, she didn't feel anything besides the fact that she completed a job.

Similar thing with the Burgomaster of Vallaki, Vargas. Having been a prime participant in his assassination by letting the killer in, disposing of the body and evidence...the party, particularly Ireena were confronted by how cold and calculated she was through out the whole ordeal. Hauntingly, it reminded Ireena of Rahadin's ruthlessness.

36. If they could ask anyone one question and get the absolute truth, who and what would they ask?

This is tough--- but I think...how they see her. Or who they see. She is someone that struggles with her place in society, driven by the need to be mysterious, unique and useful. She feels as though she is the sum of her skills rather than a person, so at the end of the day... She would want reassurance that isn't the case.

Or confirmation of how cruel this world is.

11. Do they have a "type" they're usually attached to?

Not physically! Someone she can endlessly try to figure out -- a puzzle to keep her attention. She above all needs someone COMPLICATED, impossible to solve; someone she can endlessly try to figure out and not come close to a solution. A book with no ending, a song with no epithet, a painting forever in progress. In some ways, she dreams of an endless chase.

In terms of the opposite of her type, she hates stupid people.

[teeth-farie]

I had just read your yandere naga asra fic, and to say that it was beautifully written would be an understatement. It was top tier, HAWT as hell creativity that deserves all the likes and reblogs.

It also got me thinking, it would be so hot if we actually did knock up asra, and he becomes pregnant with your babies. Soft eggs slowly glowing inside him just waiting to come out. The babies that you both made together. The eggs that are inside his womb are yours. Your babies. You are mated with each other for all eternity. He is YOURS. And you are HIS. You couldn't leave him. And even if you wanted to, you wouldn't leave your future children, would you? And even if you didn't get him pregnant, he still would never let you leave.

He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.

A hand on his belly snaps Asra out of his thoughts and he looks at the hand that is on his swollen belly, and soon his gaze swifts to the owner of the hand who is non other than you. His love. His soulmate. His (Y/N).

Your eyes stare at his belly with heartwarming eyes as you put a kiss on top of his belly button. The action was enough to make asra's heart burst with love as he giggled at the slightly ticklish feeling your kiss brought.

"I can't wait until our babies come, they will be so beautiful. just like their dad." asra flushed at the compliment, he gives you a small smile and grabs your hands softly. "I hope they also look like you. So perfect, so kind, and so breathtaking beyond anything else." he comments warmly, his eyes staring at you with so much love in his eyes (It's almost concerning).

he suddenly felt a bit hot when you rest your head on his sensitive chest (and slightly big with milk), his tail wrapping itself around your right leg. You spoke again, "this is a bit embarrassing to say, but... I also think that you are attractive looking so round with my children. dare I say, hot." asra's dick twitched inside his walls at your words. the need for your dick filling him, and stuffing him to the brim with your seed again made him all kinds of aroused.

"love, I want you to fuck me again." he said bluntly with a hint of desperation. you look up at him, your eyes meeting with lust and love (oh so much love) filled amethyst eyes. "anything you want from me you will get, mommy." asra whined at the name as you gently put him to the ground, asra could feel how hard you were for him.

it was at that moment that asra saw how much you loved him and your babies. and that no matter what, you would never abandon them. he loves you so much.

AAAUUUGHHHHHHHHHGGGGG YOUR MIND??????? AMAZING

With as much mating as asra insists on, he’s definitely getting knocked up. And the first moment he feels a little different or notices his stomach feeling more full and bloated he’s ecstatic, practically glowing. He won’t let you leave his cave anymore, holding you up close and letting prey wander in for the food you both need (you can’t leave, not when he’s soft and vulnerable and full of your children).

And knowing that you think he’s attractive on top of all that, well that just sweetens the pot. He preens under your touch when you pet his swollen belly, tail curling up tighter around you both. Asra can feel himself get hot at what you say and how you touch him, your cheek resting on his sensitive chest (and he wishes you’d move your mouth a little closer to where it hurts). His dick wriggles inside him, wetness building up and shining the outside of his vent. You’re hard against him and he shivers in excitement at the feeling.

OH and calling him mommy omg…fingering him open, murmuring your praise of how good he’s taking it, sprinkling “mommy” in every now and again to feel him clench up tighter. (And you always notice how his tail curls around your waist when you fuck him, even more so when you cradle his round stomach)

[imjustalilboi]

Here's a lil Tickle HC for a few characters

(This is my AU FYI)

𝐗𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬

* Oh dear, where do I start with this tall amethyst crystal looking mf..

*On a scale of 1 to 10 on the tickle meter, he's a good 8.5

* He usually gets flustered by any sort of gesture that he sees or hears that looks or sounds related to tickling (Like wiggling all ten fingers, prolonged giggling, even the use OF the word itself)

* Usually the type to flee the minute he sees that he's bound to be tickled (It's best to pin him down and hold him still before he can get away because he's HELLA fast)

* His death spot is the X shaped mark on his stomach, one prod and he'll be squealing and kicking his legs out already

* His younger brother Grimbo (Sonic.EXE or 2012X), and his friends, Super Horror Mario and Godfield are fully aware of how ticklish he is and will take full advantage of it when they want him to shut up or stop being lazy

*Ticklish spots are his midriff, his sides, his feet (mainly the crystallized pawpads), and his thighs

* However if he gets his hands on you.. oh nah..

* He will tickle you EVERYWHERE until he finds your death spot (Those hands that shoot out his mouth can be LETHAL)

* He's the type to go straight to it without any warning and laugh at your giggling and squealing all the while

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𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅

* Godfield my beloved

* 1 out of 10 on the tickle meter, he's a 7.9

* He is the type to hide it, looking away and keeping a straight face yet he'll fiddle with his hands and occasionally squeak when you find a spot

* He isn't the type to flee, yet you'll clearly see the anxiousness when he's shifting around

* He might try to scold you if you get his mantle dirty, but a few tases to the ribs will get him giggling

*He usually gets tickled by his three angels Garland, Garfunkle, and Garlene and also tickles Super Horror Mario and Xenophanes when they act out too much

*His death spot is his underarms and his paws, one simple skitter of the fingers under his arms or pokes to those furry little feet and he'll be bucking and giggling (Not as much so he doesn't hurt you by accident)

* Ticklish spots are his ribs, his sides, the base of his tail, his wings, and his chin

* Now when he gets his paws on you..

* He's usually the teasy type, speaking in a cooing voice and looking around like he isn't tickling you senseless

* He uses his normal fluffy fingers sometimes, but if he REALLY wants to hear you laugh, his claws will come out

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ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ᴍᴀʀɪᴏ

* We the Mario Brothers and plumbing's our game, we not like the others who take all the fame- (Ok I'll stop)

*On a scale of 1 to 10 on the tickle meter, he's a 5.5

* He's the least ticklish out of the three and thinks that tickling is soft

* He's not that bitter about it, sometimes participating in the tickle fights (Especially if they're tickling the shit outta Xeno)

* He isn't ticklish in most spots and you're most likely to have his butchers knife jammed in your skull

* However if you manage to find a ticklish spot without him noticing you, he becomes a giggling wreck

* His ticklish spots are his ankles, neck, and palms (Nobody knows that he has ticklish ankles except for John Dick and Super Horror Peach)

* However if he gets his hands on you..

* He will tickle you mercilessly just like Xenophanes yet it might be out of straight spite

* He might use the extra limbs that sprout out his back to cover more distance and the small tentacles to brush against any other spots

[voidthehuman]

Amethyst tickling me- ;-; Made by a friend of mine ---------------------------------------------- Amethyst: Tickle type: Ler Gender: Female Sexuality: Straight (ofc, tryna be halal) Amethyst's personality: Very kind Can be silly Unbearable ler moods, during these moods she gets very teasy. If she knows someone likes tickling, she is likely to often do tickle attacks on them Sometimes she lures in a lee to tickle them by teasing them, tempting them to let her tickle them. Loves hugs. Becomes sad often when people seem afraid of her. She respects boundaries if she is told about them. Abilities Tickle venom, able to manipulate and or materialize into it, she could make tentacles made of tickle venom and make herself even wings. Once anyone comes in contact with her venom, it immediately absorbs into the body, tickling BADLY, she can put an unlimited amount of venom into you since the venom can fuse together into a stronger venom without putting too much, so she can put gallons of tickle venom into you without ever putting too much. It slowly spreads, and once it reaches the heart, the lee will be in for a ticklish frenzy once the tickle venom becomes pumped throughout your body. After a while the venom slowly disappears if you weren't in contact with the venom for a good amount of time, but for a few days your heartbeat would kind of tickle your chest, moving would tickle your muscles and joints, and looking at bright lights would tickle ur eyes. Any aches or cramps, (even period cramps) wont hurt, but will tickle instead. It should be noted that it is absolutely impossible to die from this although it seems very very intense.

[eldelascosquillas-blog]

What animated series characters would you like to draw with The Tickle Monster? :3

Oh well, to sum up, since the new Superman series started I thought about doing fanarts again, (I was going to draw both Clark and Lois) I had also thought about drawing Reagan from Inside Job, Sheryl from Final Space, Garnet and Amethyst from Steven Univers.... Also some "old" characters that we all know.

I used to only do single drawing fanarts, now that I do comics and with the tickle monster present, the feeling of seeing those characters we've always wanted to see in ticklish situations being tickled in every panel of a comic, makes it something more... beautiful. 🍷

[gaybananabread]

🎃TickleTober 2023🎃

This was a MONSTER to format, but it's done. Hopefully this is easier to navigate than the chaotic mess of last year!

(Prompt list)

Day 1 - lee!Steven, ler!Amethyst

Fandom= Steven Universe Future

Summary: Steven hasn’t been doing the best mentally, especially on the bad days. Amethyst has the perfect way to help, but being herself, adds a playful edge to it.

Day 2 - lee!Bakugou, ler!Best Jeanist

Fandom= My Hero Academia

Summary: Jeanist thought that Bakugou's suit needed some special touches. The blonde obviously protests, leading to some rather giggly measurements.

Day 3 - lee!Hawks, ler!Dabi

Fandom= My Hero Academia

Summary: Dabi and Hawks wake up after a night together, cozy in their bed. Dabi wants peaceful cuddles, but Hawks won't stop being a shit. Lucky for him, Dabi knows just how to get the pesky bird to settle down.

Day 4 - lee!Hondo, ler!Nichelle

Fandom= SWAT

Summary: Hondo is talking about his day, feeling a bit down after some heavy stuff went down. Nichelle tries to cheer him up, exploiting her favorite of her man’s few weaknesses.

Day 7 - lee!Gwen, ler!Miles

Fandom= Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Summary: Miles and Gwen step away for a peaceful moment to themselves. At least, that's what he thought before Gwen pokes fun and teases him. Lucky for him, he finds the perfect way to retaliate. 

Day 10 - lee!Gwen, ler!Spot

Fandom= Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Summary: Gwen gets caught up by The Spot, trying to get back some stolen parts. Spot, not wanting to be caught, retaliates. He doesn’t want to hurt the young hero, though, so he finds a laughable alternative.

Day 12 - lee!Dipper, ler!Stan

Fandom= Gravity Falls

Summary: Dipper is stressing out over the summer spooky season. Stan decides he needs a visit from a special kind of monster.

Day 13 - lee!Amity, lers!Emira, Edric

Fandom= The Owl House

Summary: Amity tries once again to get her siblings back for their tickly attacks. The twins catch on, quickly putting a stop to her tickly plan with one of their own.

Day 16 - lee!Red Son, ler!Mk

Fandom= Lego Monkie Kid

Summary: Red and MK are in the hero's apartment, lazing around and hanging out. Being himself, Mk finds a way to make the evening a bit more interesting.

Day 17 - lee!Pavitr, ler!Hobie

Fandom= Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Summary: Pavitr thinks it's a good idea to try and hide his candy stash from his friends, refusing to share. Hobie shows him just how persuasive he can be when it comes to the sweet treats.

Day 21 - lee!Fizzarolli, ler!Asmodeus

Fandom= Helluva Boss

Summary: After a shitty day, Fizz is more than ready for some love from his partner. Ozzie is happy to help, though he does it in his own silly way. After all, what's love without some laughter?

Day 22 - lee!Pavitr, ler!Gayatri

Fandom= Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Summary: Pavitr was waiting for his girlfriend on the rooftop. It was a chillier day than normal in Mumbai, and Pavitr could do with some warming up. Gayatri helped out, but her warming affections have a tickly twist.

Day 24 - lee!Aang, ler!Katara

Fandom= Avatar: The Last Airbender

Summary: Aang is feeling extra cheeky and decides that teasing Katara is a good idea. Little does he know that she's got a few tickly tricks up her sleeve. 

Day 25 - lee!Todoroki, lers!Bakugou, Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, Midoriya

Fandom= My Hero Academia

Summary: On a class field trip, the boys of 1A get to talking about their multi-quirked peer. After discovering that they all rarely hear his laugh, the goobers make it their mission to get him to crack a smile. Ticklish methods are utilized.

Day 27 - lee!Bakugou, ler!Shouji

Fandom= My Hero Academia

Summary: Bakugou is talking big game to his peers, as usual. Only this time, Shouji gets sick of it. He decides to put the explosion-quirked user in his place.

Day 28 - lee!Todoroki, ler!Kirishima

Fandom= My Hero Academia

Summary: A stressed-out Todoroki passes Kirishima, the boy’s mama-bear instincts kicking in. An innocent massage to help him relax leads to a rather tickly situation.

Day 29 - lee!Hobie, brief Gwen, ler!Miles, Gwen, Pavitr

Fandom= Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Summary: There’s one golden rule in Hobie’s house boat; don’t wake him up. His friends always break that rule. Deciding to be brats, the spider kids tickle Hobie awake once again. After he recovers, he takes a little revenge.

Day 30 - lees!Mabel, Dipper, lers!Stan, Ford

Fandom= Gravity Falls

Summary: The Pines family are having an "intense" game of Hide-and-Seek to determine who gets to decorate the Mystery Shack for Halloween. There's an interesting set of rules, with a ticklish twist for whoever gets caught.

[xcyphoz0a]

Just for you

Gender neutral reader, fluff TW/CW: Chronic lethargy(same) Character(s): Liben <3 Word count: 431 Proofread: n/a | Little things can still mean the most | A/N: HI :) I made something @i23kazu

With the constant waves of lethargy hitting your whole entire body into a mess of fatigue and tire, you couldn’t do much outside of the comfort of your home, preferring to stay in bed and do the minimum to keep your energy from dying out. 

While you stayed at your room, your lover would sometimes visit, telling you about his day, and what he managed to trade, animatedly talking to you while you smiled in response. You’d sometimes joke along with him, but most of the times he’d visit, he’d be the one in charge of talking.

On one eventful day, Liben had managed to persuade you to go outside and see what he did on his days, and you’d see the traveller exchanging odd gifts with your lover on the streets of the city, as the both talked about some weird trivial matters as you sat somewhere near, smiling in content as you watched your boyfriend wave goodbye. 

You’d drift off to sleep, eyes closing as you lean on a near surface, welcoming the embrace of good old sleep and fatigue gently closing your eyes into a slumber, waiting for him to wake you up to go back home.

And he would, he would come over to you once it was time to go back home, shaking you slightly until your eyes opened, rubbing them with your arm as you smile.

Just before you both would enter the shared house, he’d bring out a little box wrapped up in sky blue cryo slime print, watching you through his signature sunglasses as you opened the box, carefully untying the little bow he had tied on top of the box.

In there you’d see a little bracelet, adorned with crystals, cor lapis pieces and amethyst lumps decorated with patterns, handmade. It may not have been the perfect jewelry, nor was it the best, but the thought and care put behind it was enough for you to smile like an idiot in love, as you maneuver the braclet onto your wrist as he’d help you clasp the clip back on, then showing you his own wrist with the bracelet.

And you’d chuckle, giggling with happiness as you manage your arms and hands to hold him tight, as he holds you back, peppering your forehead and the top of your head in ticklish kisses and pecks as the two of you stand in front of your shared house, holding each other close in content and adoration.

[earth-ambassador-jim]

Lost Souls: Story 13

Judging a Book by its Cover

Lost Souls Summary: Merlin awakens early from his  sleep. He decides  that he doesn’t want to leaving anything to chance  and kidnaps the young  James Lake Jr. to began training his Trollhunter  as early as possible.

Barbara  is  determined to hunt down the man who kidnapped her son. In her  efforts  to get her son back she finds a strange old radio that speaks to  her in  a woman’s voice. The radio leads her to an underground society  of  shapeshifters.

Mother and son meet again years later as strangers on opposing sides.

AO3 - Fanfiction

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GDT Arcane Books is a small store on the main street of Arcadia. The space it now occupies has been empty for as long as Toby can remember.

The sunshine is bright and the air warm as he and Darci linger in front of it.

“So ready to enter a world of mystery and magic?” He asks her in a dramatic wavering tone.

He wiggles his fingers and eyebrows for emphasis.

Darci giggles at his theatrics and then holds her arm over her nose as if she’s hiding behind a cape.

“After you, my dark lord,” She says using a terrible Dracula accent.

“Now now!” Toby tries to sound business like. “We’re looking for wizards here not vampires.”

“You’re no fun,” Darci says poking him in the side.

Toby chokes on the laugh he’s been holding in.

“Hey not the sides! You know I’m ticklish.”

Darci smirks.

Sensing danger Toby quickly darts into the relative safety of the store.

He pauses upon entering, eyes struggling to adjust to the dark interior. The store is two stories joined by dark wooden spiral staircase. Not an inch of the walls is visible through the shelves. They overflow with a multitude of books of all kinds. Strange knick-knacks and oddities flicker and peer from any space between the books. The few plants cluster around the window vying for the little natural light.

“Woah.”

Toby is somehow shocked to not see dust covering everything. How did they get all of this in here so quickly?

“Yeah,” Darci agrees in a hushed voice coming in behind him.

“Welcome to GDT Arcane Books.” Says an accented voice from behind them. “We have all your magical and mystical needs. Anything I can help you with?”

Toby jumps a little and turns around.

To the left of the door is a desk and behind that desk is a darkhaired teen who looks like maybe a highschool senior or a college freshman. A black cat with a strange white marking on its chest is perched on his shoulders.

Toby sputters for a moment before Darci takes over.

“Hello...” She pauses and her eyes scan the cashier’s name badge. “Douxie. Do you have anything about Merlin?”

“Hmmm,” Douxie taps his chin and the cat climbs across his back to his other shoulder. It squints at them through eerie gold eyes before settling to washing its face with a paw. Toby realizes with a start that the cashier’s eyes are same color as the cat’s.

“We have quite a few. Are you looking for novels, mythology, legends, theories, or poetry?”

“Mythology, legends and theories would be good,” Darcie says.

“Ah! Are you doing some research?”

She nods.

“In that case you will want to go to the second level, back of the last shelf. Would you like me to show you?”

“No. We’re good,” Toby quickly cuts in.

“Okay, let me know if you change your minds.”

The bookstore has an incredible variety of books from trashy vampire romance novels with oil paintings of shirtless men on the cover to large volumes that look like they were unearthed from the runes of a castle to what appear to be academic textbooks. If someone had told Toby that this shop had literally every book relating to magic he would have believed them.

The two of them make their way upstairs. Toby has to keep himself from drooling of the wicked awesome crystals that were displayed all over. Does he have plenty of amethysts and emeralds? Sure. Would he take more? Heck yeah! Anyway these ones just have a gleam to them that draws him in.

They reach the shelf and by unspoken agreement Darci starts on the right side and Toby on the left. They slowly work their way in pulling out books at random and leafing through them.

Eventually Darci finds a book comparing different narratives of King Arthur and Toby a book about the origins of Merlin. It doesn’t seem like enough so they move to the shelves on the back wall that are labeled “Magic”. If magic is real –and they are certain it was- they need to know what they are up against and how to fight it.

“What about this one?” Darci says finally.

Toby comes over to look at the book she is holding.

“An Introduction to Basic Magic and Wizardry,” The title reads.

Toby snorts.

“Sounds like a textbook,” Toby says.

They open it and peruse the table of contents. There are sections labeled things like:

“The Evolution of Magic”, “The Where and When of Beginning Practicing the Mystic arts”,  and “Who’s Who: the Different Types of People that Use Magic and What Sets Them Apart.”

Toby stares at it for along moment and finally says:

“This really sounds like something Strickler would assign us.”

Darci hums.

“Right?” She tucked it under her arm. “I’m going to buy this one… If I can afford it… There isn’t a price tag. What kind of store doesn’t have price tags?”

Toby shrugs.

“I’m look just a little more.”

“Okay. I’m heading down to see what this costs.”

Toby is left alone in the top floor of the book store. It isn’t too bad as far as bookstores go, he decides. Maybe it’s the timeless feel. New books and old books live here side by side. He feels like if he stays here a thousand years might pass on the outside or maybe just 5 seconds. (Perhaps if he digs deep enough he could even find the things he’s lost.)

Finally, at the bottom of the shelf, a worn leather-bound volume catches his eye. Toby carefully pulls it out and examines it. It’s called “A Treatise on Trollish Geology.” It’s written by someone named Dictatious Galadrigal which is one of the weirdest names ever. And the translator’s name is just as strange. The title sounds super dry and boring but when he opens it the pictures are vibrant and draw him in. Beautiful gems the likes of which he’s never seen before. Even if it’s probably fantasy he wants to read it.

He tucks the book under his arm but rather than making his way down the stairs he hesitates. He peers over the railing and sees that Darci is happily petting the cashier’s cat. He has some time then. He wanders along the shelves peering at strange knick knacks and oddities. He’s half gawking, half looking for something. What he’s looking for he isn’t sure.

“Toby?” Darci’s calling him.

He starts toward the stairs. He pauses and glances back for a moment before making his way down.

“Ah… A Treatise on Trollish Geology,” The cashier says. “Haven’t read that one myself. I do need to let you know that book isn’t for sale. It’s actually a rental. Is that okay?”

Toby blinks but nods.

“How much is it to rent?”

“It will be eleven dollars a month plus a deposit that you will get back after you return the book in good condition. I will also need you to fill out a slip with your name and address.”

“Okay.” He actually doesn’t mind coming back. He can’t say why but he still can’t shake the feeling there is something here he’s supposed to find.

~~~~

The bell rings as the duo exits the store. Douxie and Archie watch for a moment, waiting to see if they would come back in. They don’t.

Archie hops down from Douxie’s shoulder and puts his glasses on.

“An odd duo, don’t you say?”

“Yeah,” Douxie says with a frown. “Did you notice anything?”

“Well the short one lives with a lot of cats,” Archie says, tail flicking. “Two males and three females. One of them is…”

“Anything magic related. They were able to pick out those books so they must have some ties to the magic world.”

“Mmmm… Yes... but it’s faint. They both have potential but in different areas.”

Douxie nods.

“We’ll keep an eye on them then. We could certainly use more wizards in Arcadia. We’ve barely set up and there’s already more odd stuff than anywhere else we’ve lived.”

“Indeed,” Archie says. “They are a bit young to be helping out, however.”

“I know… perhaps in the future.” Douxie moves out from behind the counter and starts to work on stacking more books. He chuckles. “I’m always tempted to give out some random personal trivia fact about Merlin whenever people look for books on Arthurian Mythology.”

Archie sighs.

“Well for the sake of our continued secrecy I am glad you are showing restraint.”

Douxie eyes him curiously.

“Are you sure there are changelings in Arcadia?”

“There is a Trollmarket,” Archie says matter-of-factly. “Where there is a Trollmarket there is bound to be at least a handful of changelings monitoring it. Trolls are nowhere near as sneaky as they think they are and it is to the benefit of changelings that no one knows about trolls.”

“True.”

Just then the bell rings at the front door. Archie puts his glasses away and shifts to all fours before jumping back up to Douxie’s shoulder.

“Welcome to GDT Arcane Books,” Douxie says as he emerges from behind the shelves to greet the customer. “We have all your magical and mystical needs. What can I help you with?”

The customer who just walked in is a tall red-haired woman. She has a lined and worn face but the sharp blue eyes that watch him from behind a pair of glasses are calculating.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees Archie sniff the air and then bristle.

Fortunately spending a few centuries doing customer service does wonders for one’s poker face, so Douxie keeps an easy and relaxed smile on his face.

“I just wanted to come in, since you are new in town,” She says, turning in a slow circle. “This is a very nice store.”

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” Douxie asks.

He would really like a clue on her motives.

“Probably nothing that you have,” She evades with a chuckle. “So I’ll wander around a little.”

“Of course! Let me know if you need anything… Mrs..?”

“You may call me Dr. Lake,” She says.

Interesting phrasing there. Archie’s tail tightens around his neck.

“I go by Douxie,” He responds with an easy smile.

Dr. Lake nods and then strolls off into the shelves.

Once she is out of sight Archie and Douxie exchange a glance. The cat hops off his shoulder and then to the floor behind the desk. A moment later, Douxie spots a small black fly buzzing in the direction Dr. Lake had gone.

Douxie debates finding an excuse to work on the shelves in the area Dr. Lake is but decides against it. It’s better to let Archie do the spying.

A half hour passes before the woman leaves the store. She doesn’t purchase anything but she does ask about their rental system so Douxie suspects she might be planning to come back.

As soon as she’s gone, Archie buzzes back to the desk and transforms back into a cat.

“So,” Douxie says. “What’s got your hair up on end? Find out anything interesting.”

“Maybe, but most importantly, I’m sensing traces of Morganna’s magic from her.”

Douxie stills, the book slipping from his suddenly nerveless hand.

“Like possession-type or…”

“I don’t think it’s a possession,” Archie says. “But we should definitely find out all we can.”

“Did you see any themes in the books she was looking at?”

“A lot of stuff about the fair folk, a few books about basic magic, one about theories on the ties between language and the invocation of spells.”

“Hmmm.” Douxie taps his chin. “An interesting set. What do you think she’s up to?”

“Sounds like a deal gone bad to me,” Archie says. “That or she’s learning to use Their magic. Or she’s made a deal with one of Them and is preparing for interactions with others. It’s hard to say with how little we know.”

Douxie sighs.

“Why does Morganna have to crop up again? Can’t we be done with her?”

Archie rubs his head on Douxie’s chest.

“We knew she wasn’t really gone. Those with the Old Blood do not die easily. Even if they are part human.”

“I know,” Douxie says.

Absently he rubs at his wrist. His nails lightly scratch the shiny raised patch of skin peeking out from under his bracer. Archie places his head over the scar and Douxie starts stroking him instead.

“So what do you think we should do?”

“What we have been doing,” Archie says.

“Keep watching and waiting?”

Archie nods.

Douxie sighs. Sometimes being a wizard is not all that it’s cracked up to be.

[poutpoutlilith]

B, L, M, O, and uhh Z 😇

B: Restraints or none? This one’s tough, but I always lean toward the playful side of having none combined with the psychological stew of being a stereotypically good lee and letting myself give in.

L: Feet or hips? Hips. I get it, feet are ticklish, whatever. But tbh that trope got boring and exhausted forever ago to always be getting so much emphasis. Too much emphasis for my liking. I’ll always choose the other option over feet, tbh, with the one exception being the navel.

M: sides or armpits? Hmmmmn. I’m going to cop out and say the part where they meet. I love that spot, but I’ll never describe it as well as @katchleeifyoucan did. I’ll just send you their way because their description of it is worth the read.

O: Gentle tickles or rough? Rough! A thousand times over. Gentle tickles are basically annoying to me. My favorite part of being a lee is being swallowed by vast clouds of abyssal amethyst swirling through my nerves as my ler(s) work their absolute worst.

uhh Z: Would you want to be tickled right now? Not really, since I’m walking to meet with my research director and ask questions about simulation efficiency, which will become crucial in coming weeks. I am also kind of dreading this meeting, so I suppose it could be argued that I would rather be stuck in a particular two lers fantasy that has been on my mind lately than have a meeting for this morning. Does that mess answer your question?

Thanks for the asks! :)))

[feather-aesthetic]

Steven Universe Headcanons

I literally love Steven Universe so damn much...  I wanna write gem tickle fics but I have no ideas, send me some please!  I’m fully caught up so no need to worry about spoilers :)

Garnet: Often serious, but when that playful side emerges, watch out!  She’ll pounce on whoever’s nearest, or whoever she feels needs a good tickling.  She’s almost always the ler, since she’s so much bigger and stronger than the other gems, who had no idea she was even ticklish until Steven started poking at her to see if she was.  Previously with the other gems she’d managed to control her reactions enough that they thought she wasn’t ticklish, but Steven’s tiny hands (her only weakness) and her unwillingness to shove him away as she would the other gems meant that her secret was revealed.  Her laughter is mostly low giggles that force her eyes shut in mirth, transitioning to more boisterous laughter when the tickling is more intense.  Her neck is her worst spot (Sapphire), and when someone gets her there she’ll fall over and not be able to get up until they stop.  Her hips are also pretty bad, bad enough to make her kick to try and get away.  Light tickles on her stomach are enough to bring out those fits of giggles, but not bad enough for much else.

Pearl: Too dignified to ever really begin a tickle fight with any of the other gems, but if they start something she isn’t going to let a slight like that go unanswered.  With Amethyst, she’s able to tickle her back, but on the rare occasion Garnet decides to attack her, she’s pretty much done for.  Her worst spot is her feet, which make her start kicking frantically and squealing when they’ve barely been touched, so it’s usually only Amethyst that tries to get her there.  She’s also super ticklish on her knees and thighs, so squeezing and scratching her kneecaps and the backs of her legs will have her kicking reflexively and pleading a little.  Her ribs are also a pretty bad spot, making her tense up and scrunch up her face.  Her back and stomach aren’t so bad, but when someone runs fingertips up and down her back or sides, it sends her into these adorable fits of giggles and makes her squirm around in delight—she doesn’t try and escape from those, because they feel so nice and it feels more like the person is trying to make her laugh, make her happy, rather than beat her.  Hard tickles on her torso will make her squeal, but she prefers light tickles because she finds them more enjoyable and comfortable; she can share a fun experience with another person instead of just trying to escape the entire time.  She tries her best to make it seem like the tickling isn’t affecting her, so she’ll hold in her laughter as long as possible, squirming to no end just to avoid starting to laugh.  Often she’ll try to cover her face or her mouth more than actually trying to fight back or protect herself from the ticking.  When she finally gives, though, the muffled giggles quickly turn into cackling as she becomes overwhelmed.  She’ll try to shout pleas out between laughs rather than laughing them out, but more often than not is unintelligible anyway.  

Amethyst: Gem that starts most of the tickle fights, either because she’s bored or because someone needs cheering up.  Garnet is super hard to sneak up on due to her future vision, so Amethyst takes it as a personal challenge to try and tickle her at any opportunity she gets.  Garnet usually ‘sees’ her coming and turns the tables on her (which is fine by Amethyst), but she has to catch her early—if Amethyst gets to her neck then the game is won before it’s really begun.  That’s rare though, and it’s only happened a handful of times—mostly Garnet already knows she’s coming or manages to grab her before she can do too much damage.  With Pearl, whenever Pearl is feeling down and her and Amethyst are on friendly terms, Amethyst will grab her and tickle the snot out of her until she’s literally begging Amethyst to stop.  Despite her usual ability to push things too far, Amethyst always stops when Pearl asks her to, not wanting to upset her by overstepping her limits.  Conversely, when Amethyst is feeling down, Pearl will totally wreck her once they’ve talked it over, knowing that Amethyst loves being tickled.  She loves all human things, so being tickled is just another aspect of living on earth that she relishes taking part in.  It’s also a way for her to feel close to other gems—her fusions aren’t always the most stable, and she’s left alone for the most part, so being in intimate physical contact during tickling is like the next-best thing to fusion for her.  She’s super ticklish on her stomach and sides, less so on her ribs but get under her arms and she might scream.  Her laughter is canonically pretty loud and boisterous, interspersed with snorts and squeaks and words she tries to laugh out.

Peridot: more playful and mischievous, ready to rough-and-tumble as demonstrated when she tackles Steven just after reforming.  She’s totally new to the sensation of tickling but finds that, as with most things on Earth, she secretly enjoys it.  Her laughter is canonically chattery but gets pretty squeaky when she’s been laughing too hard.  Despite how ready-to-fight she is, since she’s so tiny she usually ends up getting trapped and tickled whether she started the fight or not.  Sometimes people will pick her up by her arms to move her, and the thumbs digging into her armpits make her squeal and kick to try and get away, or straight-up collapse onto the ground.  Her lower stomach is also pretty ticklish, especially when someone (Lapis) holds her down and spiders slim fingers all across her belly or scritches fingertips down her sides.

Lapis Lazuli: Her laughter is silly and full of snorts, she’s difficult to amuse but when she laughs it lights up the whole room.  She blushes a lot when she laughs, and is embarrassed that she’s ticklish but only a little.  Her back around her gem is especially ticklish, making her squirm around if she’s lying facedown, or fall over if she’s standing up.  More intense light tickles will make her squeal and snort, but lighter stroking (like when Peridot rubs her back when they’re cuddled up together) will make her giggle sleepily and snuggle deeper into the embrace of whoever’s holding her.  She’s also super ticklish on her sides where they’re revealed by her outfit, and a certain someone (Peridot) will take full advantage of that fact when she’s not paying attention.