#ticklish!Seer

[angelatmidnight1]

Falling Flat

A/N: I'm not sure if you're still here anon, and I can't find the ask anymore, but this is the tickle fic for lee!Seer, ler!Octane story that was requested a while ago. Sorry it took so long. I'm really rusty in this fandom but I hope you like it!

Fandom: Apex Legends

Pairing: Octane and Seer- platonic.

Word Count: 2,335.

Octane was popping off in a match alongside Seer, only to trip over a death box and fall. And, Seer refuses to let him live it down. He makes one playful comment too many before Octane prods at a ticklish spot. He doesn’t get much of a reaction out of him, seemingly not ticklish, but he’s determined. Octane’s determination pays off; Seer is indeed ticklish. He’s just annoyingly good at hiding it. 

“Silva, wait.” 

Seer hurried after his teammate in a duos match, falling further and further behind. Octane scoffed and jabbed himself with another stim. 

“No way, Obi! I want in on this action,” He threw the empty stim over his shoulder, stuck himself with another one, and literally left him in the dust. He whipped out his shotgun, grinning as he loomed in on Containment, where multiple teams were fighting. “I won’t take all of the loot…maybe!”

Seer halted, putting both of his hands on his knees. He wasn’t a stranger to a long run, but keeping up with Octane was impossible. He used his Heart Seeker to scan the area ahead. Sure enough, he detected multiple heart beats. He sighed. 

“The show begins,” He unholstered his R301 and threw down his Exhibit to highlight the enemies’ positions. “With luck, we will be the last squad remaining on stage.”

Octane didn’t need any luck. He entered the fray in a green blur, downing enemies left and right. It was either that the enemies didn’t see him until it was too late, or they were too slow to react if they did. By the time Obi got his shots in, Octavio was the kill leader, and death boxes littered the ground like confetti. 

“HAHA! What’d I say?” Octane, still riding the high of adrenaline, whirled around and grinned at his teammate. “Told you I’d kick their asses. Didn’t even need any of your fancy tech.” 

Seer rolled his eyes, chuckling. “You may not have needed it, but I trust that my exhibit made it easier to locate our opponents. Still, your performance was spectacular. They were not prepared for you.”

As if Octane’s ego needed to get any bigger, he cheered. “¡Gracias, amigo! Now, enough talk,” He stepped over one of the death boxes. “Let’s go find another—”

His foot got caught under the box he intended to step over. Instead, he tripped and hit the ground with an ungraceful splat. Any loot that he picked up spilled out of his inventory, and his shotgun ended up skidding away from him. “Maldita caja (damn box), my foot—”

Seer inadvertently snorted. He turned his head, face hidden by his hat, and chuckled. While Octavio worked on prying his foot free, he gave his teammate a bewildered look. 

“Why’re you standing there? Help me move this box,” Octane demanded. The box was heavier than it looked, and the speedster’s foot was really caught. Seer’s shoulders shook with restrained laughter before he got himself together. 

“My apologies,” Seer coughed and wiped one of his eyes. He approached him and leaned over to lift the box up. “Here, allow me.”

Octavio would’ve thanked him if Seer’s eyes weren’t glossy with tears. He narrowed his eyes behind his goggles. “Were you just laughing?”

“I was not laughing at you.” Seer answered, smiling. “I hope you are not injured, truly. I just— the manner in which you fell was comical.”

“No, it wasn’t!” Octane bristled. “My foot got stuck under the stupid box!”

“I noticed.” Seer did his best to suppress another chuckle, but he still wore the remnants of a grin. After he helped Octane move the box off his foot, he helped him stand. “Come, I believe I hear more enemies to our west. But allow me to go ahead of you, so I can pinpoint any tripping hazards.”

Octane rolled his eyes, chuckling. For someone as artsy-fartsy as Obi, he had jokes. “Shut up, let’s just go..” He playfully nudged the artist’s side. Seer fidgeted and went ahead. Octavio wasn’t truly upset;  it was refreshing that his friend had a funny bone. Rest assured, though, he’d get him back for those little jokes.

The jokes persisted even after the games. As the Legends returned to the drop ship, Seer lounged across a sofa in the common room, watching a replay of the match on his tablet. He sometimes looked at his past matches for a source of inspiration for his art.The cameras caught Octane’s fall and he put a hand over his mouth to stifle his chuckling. This caught Octavio’s attention, who normally didn’t like sitting around, but definitely needed a breather. He had an energy drink in hand as he approached the sofa. He peeked over the artist’s shoulders and chided him.

“You’re still laughing at that? It wasn’t funny!” Octane climbed over the couch and elbowed the man’s side again. “Turn it off.”

Seer chuckled some more. “I am only rewatching the match to inspire my drawings. The arena is dangerous territory and I wish to immortalize memorable battles. Your acrobatics were definitely something to remember.” 

Octane narrowed his eyes, feeling a mix of amusement and mild annoyance, before his lips turned into a dangerous grin. “Yeah? You think so?” 

Seer’s chuckles died down, giving way to a questioning look. Then, without warning, Octane put his drink down and lunged towards him, fingers prodding into his exposed side. Obi gasped and almost dropped the tablet. Encouraged, Octane dove in again, giving the same side a squeeze. “Go on, laugh it up, fancy pants.”

The artist stiffened and chased after the speedster’s hand with his own, barely managing to catch it. “Octavio, what—”

Octane’s grin widened. He easily pulled his hand out of the man’s grip and wormed his fingers across his stomach. “Ticklish, amigo?” 

Obi’s breath hitched, and after failed attempts to re-grab Octavio’s hand, he settled for scooting out of his reach, arm around his torso. “No, I am not. And I apologize, I will refrain from teasing you further.” 

“Oh no, we’re way past that,” Octane followed Seer and snickered as he held him back. “Why’d you flinch if you’re not ticklish?”

“It was a reflex,” Seer wrestled with his arms and managed to keep the determined speedster at bay. “Octavio, biko, this isn’t necessary.”

“Like hell it isn’t! You’ve been cracking jokes about me all day. If you’re not ticklish, then this shouldn’t bother you.” The pushing and grappling of arms continued until Octane gained a window of opportunity. With his lightning fast reflexes, he managed to reach around Obi’s arms and use both hands to prod and scribble into his stomach. 

Again, Seer jolted. He wasn’t as ticklish as some of the more sensitive Legends, at least not without a softer touch, but Octane was persistent. He was able to refrain from laughing, save for sharp intakes of air, and battled with the speedster’s hands. 

“You sure are squirming a lot for someone who isn’t ticklish,” Octane smirked. He stayed two steps ahead of the artist by jumping to a different spot on his torso whenever he tried to grab him. “Makes me think you’re lying.”

“I am n-nohot-” Seer chuckled ever so slightly when squeezed just below his ribs. Both men froze, a knowing glint behind Octavio’s goggles, but the moment was short lived. 

Seer rose, intending to create space between himself and Octavio. Octane was quick to follow. He may have had speed on his side, but Obi was incredibly nimble, making it difficult to bring him down. Literally.

“You laughed!” Octavio lunged towards him again, trying to drag him back down to the sofa, but Obi was able to wriggle out of the attempts. “Just admit it and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”

Even while avoiding Octane wriggling fingers, Seer moved with grace. He almost danced out of his grasp and held the speedster back by the shoulders. There was an almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. 

“You are mistaken, I assure you. Now, let us discuss this calmly without resorting to such antics.”

“Boring!” Octane cut in and twisted in the man’s hold. With a couple of quick, erratic movements, he was free again. “Nope, you asked for this.”

“Then you leave me no choice—” Seer grunted as the speedster tackled him but, this time, he was ready. Before Octane could pin him, his hands shot up and buried under his arms, his finger claws scritching into the soft center of his underarms. Octavio screeched before dissolving into loud laughter. 

“HEHEY! N-Nohoho you dohon’t!” Despite his words, and despite sitting on Obi’s waist, Octane swiveled his body to and fro, abandoning his own attack to defend himself. Seer smirked. 

“I was hoping to have a conversation, but it seems that this is all you will respond to.” He spoke calmly over his wild cackles and sat up, swiping his fingers in circular motions over the sensitive skin. “That is fine. I am nothing if not adaptable.”

Octane’s laughter only grew louder as Seer’s fingers continued fluttering over his armpits. He doubled over and squeezed over the man’s knees on his way down; not necessarily to tickle, but it earned him a startled yelp. It was distracting enough to get the artist to pause, and Octavio took the opportunity to flip their positions. Octane pinned Seer down on his stomach and went for the same spot: the underarms. 

Octane didn’t know to what extent Seer was ticklish; hell, he didn’t expect him to be ticklish at all! Tickling him was a shot in the dark that he didn’t think would go very far. The artist squeezed his arms against his sides as Octane worked his thumbs into the hollows. He squirmed and tried to crawl forward, but Octavio sitting on his back made it impossible. 

“O-Octahavio-” Seer pursed his lips to keep from laughing, but a few chuckles still escaped him. He didn’t make it easy for Octane; he writhed and bucked when those quick scritches worked down his ribs, then to his sides. “Wait!”

“Nope. I already told you, waiting’s boring.” The speedster chuckled and reached underneath him to resume tickling his stomach. No matter how much he squirmed, he was able to stay on his back and run his short nails up and down his abdomen. Then, unconsciously, he lightly poked back up his sides, and those restrained chuckles became a lot more prominent. 

Octane grinned broadly. “Yeah, totally not ticklish,” Having made the connection, he spidered back up the man’s sides, earning louder chuckles. “Could’ve fooled me, Obi.”

Seer’s shoulders shook as he tried, and failed, to stop chuckling. He squirmed more vigorously as the notion of squirming away became less likely. “I dihihd nohot mehehan- please, wahahait!”

Octane prodded just below the man’s rib cage, relishing in his usual stoic friend’s frantic snickering. “Didn’t mean what?” He repeated, suddenly jumping back to his armpits and scribbling. Seer bucked and laughed deeply. “Didn’t mean to laugh at me, or didn’t mean to call me a klutz?”

“I dihihd nOHOHOt cahahall youhuhu a klutz!” Seer insisted in between bouts of laughter. He desperately squeezed his arms against his sides even more, but it didn’t deter Octane’s tickling. Octane was still able to scrabble around the man’s armpits, alternating between digging into the centers and lightly circling around the area. The latter got a slightly stronger reaction. “Bihihkohoho! I will not tehehease you again, I promise!”

 “Yeah, and I’ll start walking everywhere,” Octane laughed. He moved his hands back to his ribs and pinched along the back of them, eliciting even harder laughter. “You were laughing before, right? So go ahead: laugh!”

 Seer rocked side to side, his laughter taking on a desperate note as the speedster continued to pinch and knead over his ribs. “I’m SOHOHORRY!” He tried to roll onto his back and trap Octavio’s hands, but he made sure he stayed put. “OcthHAHAvio!”

“Damn, had I known you were this ticklish before, maybe I wouldn’t have thought you were so boring.” Octane snickered and let him turn over. He continued to tickle his ribs, worming in between the bones before raking his nails back and forth, which left the artist in stitches. All of his squirming and laughing made his hat come off, and the tickling continued. 

The energy drink that Octavio had earlier had kicked in and, despite having a blast tickling Seer, he needed to stretch his legs. That didn’t mean he had to stop the fun so soon, though. He slowed his tickle attack to a halt, climbing off the man’s waist to stretch his legs. Seer heavily let his head fall back on the ground as he caught his breath.

“You are incorrigible,”  Seer breathed. He sat up and gathered his hat off of the ground, brushing off any dust specks. While he spoke, Octane downed the rest of his energy drink. Then, he smirked. 

“Don’t get too comfortable yet, Obi. We’re not done,” Octane’s smirk widened as he threw the can over his shoulder. “Just wanted to stretch my legs. But I’ll give you ten seconds to run.”

“I- what more do you want besides an apology?”

“Forget that!” Octane scoffed.  “I’m not really mad. You laughed at me, so it’s only fair that I get to make you laugh too. Ten.” 

Seer backed away when the man leaned towards him. He grinned an apprehensive grin. “Surely we can resolve this in another way? Perhaps by sparring in the training grounds?”

“Nope! Nine.”

“Octavio-”

The speedster did a fake-out lunge towards him, laughing when he flinched. “You’re still talking? Eight sevensixfive-”

Seer’s eyes widened and, without another word, he sprinted out of the common room and down the hall. It wasn’t even another three seconds before he heard the metallic whir of Octane’s legs behind him. In his haste to get away, he stumbled over the carpet, and Octane was quick to seize the opportunity. Octavio burst out laughing as he wrestled the man back down. 

“Nohoho! Octahahavio! OCTAHAHAVIO!”

While Octane worked on getting his legs down, he squeezed at Obi’s knees, and the man wheezed. He kept his hands there, laughing harder as Obi squirmed like a fish out of water.

“Dude, really? After all that talk, you take a spill like that?” Octane eventually managed to get Obi’s legs pinned underneath him and continued tickling. It’d be a while before he’d let Seer dash off again.

[queenendless]

😂Ticklish Remedy(Student!SatoSuguxStudent!Fem!Reader)😂

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to get out! I gotta write more JJK tk fics in the future. This one I rushed, it's true.

Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, more exposition than tickles but obvious tickles, mention of reader gaining seer vision cursed technique powers for possible future plot development, Shoko Ieiri cameo, and SatoSugu poly loving.

Credit for characters and art used goes to Gege sensei.

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope you enjoy.

Why were you in such a pathetic mood?

Waking up from a messed up dream in a cold sweat?

Coming back from a mission where more damage than saving was done?

Or a hard downpour out of nowhere soaked you and would be around for the remainder of the evening?

All of the above.

In this life, you are the quiet, sweet protective being. But it takes certain things to set you off. All of the above, for instance.

Another big one would be the only friends turned found family you ever had and known getting harmed in any way, whether from slander from those foolish higher ups or certain corrupted humans you were obligated to save and not harm for retribution despite getting injured on the job because of them. Those indeed pissed you off.

That wasn't the case this time.

Nah, you're just having one of those days.

You had just left the shower, clad in a dry tee shirt and short shorts, going stomach first flopping on your dorm room bed in a downtrodden sense, when a loud knock on your door made you moan in refusal, smothering your face in your pillow.

"L/n? Sweetie? Y/n-chaaaaaan~?!"

Satoru's loud rambles; his voice always making you smile, now sounded irritating to you. "Go away." Your muffled yell made a new voice join in.

"Y/n? Honey? Are you alright?"

Suguru's concerned voice made you feel bad at behaving this way towards them when it wasn't their fault at all. "Not really."

"Excuse us. We're coming in." Suguru's warning was followed by your dorm room door sliding opening as their heads popped up through behind the door, your weak wave giving them the prompt to just come in.

They were both still in uniform but also in socks and slippers, as Satoru flopped down, jostling the bed, before spooning you from behind and Suguru sliding your door closed before sitting on the edge of the bed in front of you and held your hand in his; rubbing comforting circles on your knuckles with his thumb when he asked.

"How bad?"

Your hesitant sigh didn't bode well. "I was sent alone to exorcize a second-grade curse spirit after it ended several regulars working at a cemetery."

"Yaga-sensei told us." Suguru's pitying gaze made you whine weakly. "We're sorry we couldn't go with you."

Flashes of your nightmare from early morning resurfaced; your pinched expression being a sign of your discomfort. "The same nightmare happened again. Just … bloodied corpses … of those I care for …that shadowed, stitched forehead bastard's smile ... and I'm unable to move or scream or do anything …" Your voice wavered as your form trembled with a deep-rooted frustration and pain on this particular dilemma.

You still had no freaking idea who or what it was; human or cursed spirit, let alone why you kept having these dreams. A warning? Perhaps. You were slowly climbing up the ranks in terms of developing your Innate technique; as odd as it was in getting impactful visions followed by side effecting migraines. And this was yet another unknown future threat standing in your way.

"Plus I got rained down hard coming back here. So there." You pouted, taking Suguru's hand in your own, just to splat it over your face, amusing the latter despite the gloomy vibe.

"That bad, huh? God, quite the depressing mood bundle you are!" Satoru sighed loudly.

You jammed your thumb over your shoulder into Satoru's cheek, dryly retorting. "Obnoxious creep." You thrusted your pointer finger of the same hand forward in Suguru's face. "Weird bangs guy."

"Now sweetie, I know you're just saying those things because you're down in the dumps… but it still wounds me!" Satoru mockingly cried out, ruffling your hair, further driving the point of getting stabbed in the feels.

"Honey, you're wrong. About my bangs, I mean. Satoru … nah that's right on the mark." Geto poked your nose, smirking like the smart ass he is, rubbing salt in the wound.

"Hey!" Gojo flared up, dagger eyes on his bestie at the betrayal.

You snorted at their interaction. Satoru's face stubbornly set in a pouting expression, when the sound you just made gave him quite the amusing idea as he kissed your forehead down from up above you. "So, what you need right now is some serious cheering up, 101."

A twisted smile suddenly wormed up on his face. It makes your gut squirm with nerves.

"Suguru~" The sing-song tone to his name snatched the younger man's attention. "It seems our lovely girlfriend is too grumpy for our liking~!"

The same twisted feeling inside you doubled as Suguru smiled at you in the same manner.

"Yes … we should remedy that right away."

Able to read each other's thoughts down pat; synced as the best friends they are, meant they were both on board for their evil agenda.

"Uh, chotto matte," Your Nihongo Jouzu reflexes came spilling out as nervous giggles did as well, fidgeting as your attempts to get up and pull away from Satoru's hold were futile for his arms tightened around your waist and pulled quick enough to flush your back against his front. "Not that. Anything but that!"

"Y/n-chan … if you plead more, I'll consider it." Suguru calmly mused as he climbed up on your bed, trapping your legs in between his knees, coyly smiling. "Maybe~"

A squeal sprung free from your lips as the spider-like fingers of Satoru squeezed your sides before wriggling into your ribs. "I'd rather she beg. After all, she wants this so much~!" Satoru smugly taunted, that fat ass smirk plastered on his face when you jabbed your elbow hard in his side.

"Liar liar pants on fire – AAH~!" Your retort was cut off by your own shriek as Satoru's fingertips slithered around to deeply drag across your belly.

"Oh ho, you're gonna get it now!" Satoru's deepened tone spoke doom for you. Suguru's snickers only added to it.

Your spastic, laughing form was kicking, flailing, and bouncing to both their inner amusement and glee; the bed squeaking and the headboard hitting the wall many times in the process.

"Cootchie cootchie coo~!" Satoru's fingers slid through your shirt sleeves to pinch and wring the bare skin of your armpits.

"Tohohohohoru you ahahahahahass~!" You slam your shoulders into his in another attempt to push him off, but that lean skinny bode hid such strength beneath.

"Hey! I have a fine ass, I'll have you know!" Gojo's pursed lips were made to good use as he began doing raspberries from the crook of your neck to the base of it to under your ear, speaking in between every tingling blow. "Very. Fine. Indeed!" His snowy hair added to the ticklish sensation as his puffy locks brushed your cheek.

"You twohoohoo beheheheheter stahahahap or I swehehehear I'll – EEK~!" You squeaked harder as Suguru exchanges wiggling squeezes between your shaking kneecaps and your thighs. "Suhuhuhuhugu qu – quihihihit it~!!"

Geto snorted. "Jackass is more like it."

"Your face up my ass the other day spoke otherwise, if you recall~" Satoru's buzzing wet lips pulled from your neck to give bedroom eyes to Suguru.

Who returns the look, just as gluttonous for another go. "The face you made proves you enjoyed it just as much~"

Their raunchy talk was halted as a pillow got whacked in Suguru's face, followed by said pillow being thrown to Satoru's, who barely caught it in one hand. But that enough commotion lets you slip free from his loosened grasp.

Though the truth was he let you go free for now, laughing slowly at the look of sheer disbelief on his raven haired lover's face at what you just pulled, the more bangs loosely gracing his forehead from the commotion.

"Ooh, you're in trouble~!" Gojo singing spoke of doom.

Your panting, pink cheeked self could only have a moment's reprieve as chills raked your skin at the dark edge tainting Suguru's almond eyes. Unlike the smile in your nightmares, bearing callousness and insanity, Suguru's bore a more eerily calm smiling face.

"Indeed … it's on."

He dodged the kick to his face by your freed foot, toothily smiling as he caught your ankle, viewed your squirming foot with scrutinizing intrigue, before dragging his finger up and down your sole lightly enough to have you become a cute chortling mess.

Your other foot moved to kick his arm to free yourself when Gojo snatched it straight away, clicking his tongue to scold you. "Naughty, naughty~"

The two looming devils you love jumped you!

Shoko Ieiri, twirling her non lite cigarette between her fingers, jumped at the ear-piercing scream striking the air of the dorm, high tailing to the source as curiosity beckoned her.

Discovering the loud slamming ruckus jumbled in as well, it all is coming from your room followed by your jumbled cackling wordplay in the mix had her sliding the door open, her cigarette nearly slipping from her grasp at the sight she just witnessed.

You were flipped to lay on your stomach, laughing your sweaty red face off, as both those bastards each straddled a thigh of yours, with a footsie for each to tickle savagely.

"And this is why I stopped questioning why this is your norm now." Shoko shrugged.

"She whacked us with her pillow!" Suguru gruffly complained as his fingers wringed through your toes.

"Hilarious move on her part but she did wound my pride." Satoru's mirthful grin then drooped as his pride did deflate. "So, retribution!" Killing your restraint as he nibbled on your padded piggies.

"SHOHOHOHOHOHOHOKO~!!! MAHAHAHAHAHAKE THEHEHEHEHEHEM STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP~!!!"

Your flailing calves nearly whacking them were immediately taken care of as their forearms wrapped around them to hold them in place, their hands squeezing your ankles in their ironclad grip. Suguru nibbled and dragged his teeth and tongue down your wrinkled sole while Satoru's lips and tongue suckled and wriggled between your toes.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHESE HAHAHAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHEHERCY~!!!"

"Yeah, as the resident healer of our group, I see the telltale signs she's gonna pass out at this rate." Shoko nearly toppled over you as your hands needed some support to dig and squeeze your fingers in something to keep your unhinged self-grounded.

Suguru hummed in contemplation. "Hmmm … while seeing and hearing our love in this state does please me greatly, this overall was supposed to cheer her up."

"Your cheering up brand is quite savage indeed." Shoko's apathetic tone made them both stifle a groan; Satoru's vibrating through your foot made you squeal louder, as he finally popped his mouth off your saliva covered minies.

"Alright, alright! We will," Satoru gave a big wet smooch to your topside. "I'd say we're even now."

Suguru kissed your other topside in the same manner, before their arms released your calves, moving off your thighs so they could lay your legs fully down on your rustled sheeted bed.

You breathed in and out your relief as tranquility came at last; giggles from ghost tickles slipping in, releasing your hold on Shoko's arm to fold yours and use them as your personal resting pillow. "Ah … f … freedom … thank you." You were now more exhausted but less depressing. Pro? Perhaps. For now, anyway.

"Y/n." You leaned your head into Satoru's smooth warm hand as he brushed your hair strands sticking to your forehead aside, rubbing your forehead before brushing your hair back in gentle motions, as he flopped down on his stomach on your right side, resting his cheek on his free forearm, the vibrant Six Eyes looking at you over his lowered shades, straightforward truth teeming in them. "In this life, you can't save everyone."

You frowned at that, blunt and to the point, when Suguru also flopped down the same way on your left side, his giant firm hand rubbing massaging circles on your back, surging with tender care, bringing blessed sighs out of you, as his eyes met yours next, teemed with solace. "Nor will the fear of the unknown go away just like that."

"We can't promise that nothing will happen to all of us later on down the line, either." Satoru's distaste for it showed.

"But we can promise that when they do, come what may, we'll give it our all." Suguru's empathy shined through in his beautiful almond eyes.

"We have to in order to be the strongest duo, after all." Satoru chuckled as his cheek nuzzled yours.

"Eh? And me?" You pouted.

"Then trio." Suguru pecked your lips just to see that smile of yours blossom.

"Ahem!" Shoko fake coughed, sitting against the front of the bed on the floor, plopping her head back, lips puckered and batting eyes at you all in fake sadness.

"Okay, squad then! Point being! Whatever comes our way, we face it together, as best we can. We are there for each other. None of us should be alone. Right?" Satoru's sincere toothy smile sealed the deal.

You sighed deeply. "Fine … but any more savage tickling cheering up schemes in the future are off the table! I swear to God –!"

"Hai hai." The duo agreed in unison as they each pressed a deep noisy smooch to your cheeks.

"Ehem." Shoko pointed at her own face, wanting smooches too. That brought laughs out of all three of you before you kissed her forehead, and the guys kissed her cheeks.

The downpour had finally ceased, and you fell asleep from the tiring experience that toppled the rest.

"Too precious for this kind of life, she is." Shoko smiled faintly as the guys kept their eyes on yourself, softly breathing, slowly lifting and lowering your slumbering self.

"Suguru? Those dreams of hers …"

"Premonitions, you mean?"

Satoru nodded. "It's been happening for weeks now."

"She could be a cursed Seer of sorts. See the future and all that." Shoko interjected.

"Her cursed energy has been increasing. Her output as well. Still … I say we keep close to her. Keep our guard up." Suguru suggested.

"And if Yaga-sensei sends her out solo tasking again?" Satoru dreaded that possible outcome.

"We should inform him of this. If a possible dire threat does arrive in our future, I'd suggest one of us go with her on missions just in case. We both can handle solo missions just fine."

"Then I call dibs~!"

Suguru's eyes narrowed intensely. "My idea, my dibs."

Satoru flared up. "Eh~?!"

Your groggy stirring mumbles alerted the bois to keep it down, your settling down leaving them puffing out their reliefs.

"Compromise then, Satoru~?"

Said man groaned. "You're lucky you're you."

Suguru chuckled at that before smooching his snowy haired lover over your resting head.

"Your throuple is a cursed miracle in and of itself, alright." Shoko murmured, toying with the cig between her lips.

Your throuple life story.

Cursed miracle indeed.

[lady-phasma]

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A Monstrous Craving: Second Selection (Blue Lock)

Heyo! Happy April Fools Day everyone! :3 Last year I posted a fic in which Bachira tickles everyone in Team Z, and I liked writing it so much I decided to do it again with the Second Selection! :D I don't know if I'm gonna make this a yearly tradition- but I had a funny idea and went with it! I hope you like it :3

Summary: Bachira gets a craving to mess with everyone again. Shenanigans ensue.

“Niko! Niko, Niko, Niko~” Bachira ran up, grinning from ear to ear. “Do me a favor?”

“Why?” Niko blinked behind his bangs, immediately suspicious. He might not be Isagi, but he’s dating Isagi. That’s just as bad.

“Just do it! Please?” Bachira made his eyes big, waiting. Niko blinked before sighing, giving in.

“Fine but just so you know,” Niko made his trademark handscope gesture, hovering it over his eye. “I’ll know if you’re trying to trick me. Now- what?”

“Follow my lead.” Bachira raised his hands, pressing them in prayer. Niko did the same, if not a tad hesitant.

Next, Bachira laced his fingers, making a double-handed fist. Niko did so as well.

Finally, Bachira lifted his  fingers on one hand. Niko blinked before doing the same.

“Perfect. Stay just like that.” Bachira nodded, smiling. Before the seer-like player could react, Bachira quickly shook his hands free and laced his fingers into Niko’s standing ones, grabbing his fist. In seconds, he had it up and against the wall, pinning him.

“Wha-” Niko blinked, staring into Bachira’s golden gaze. “Okay, what was the point of th-heahhahahahahahhahahhaha!?!”

“Tickle tickle tickle! Eheheheh! What’s wrong? Is it too much for you? Pull your arms down then!” Bachira cooed at him in a sugary sweet voice, clawing at Nikko’s ribs with his open hand as the younger boy tried and failed to slide down the wall, laughing the entire time. Come on Nikko, don’t give up on me now!“

“Geaahahahhaha! Geheheht thehehehe hehehehell ohoohohoff you aahahhahass! Geahhahahah!” When Nikko’s descend came to an end, he laid on his side against the cool walls and floor as Bachira giggled before him. “Gahahah…I hahahte yohoohu.”

“Yeah yeah.” Bachira stuck his tongue out giddily before running away, leaving the younger boy to recover in the hall.

It was that time of year again!

~~~

“Come on…one more time.” Barou felt his lungs ache, and his limbs felt like they were on fire. His self-imposed training regime was brutal, but it was fitting for his kingly status. Shaking out his arms, he turned to start his last round of drills-

“BAROU!”

The king let out a long series of curse words as he spasmed, nearly eating the dirt at his feet. “What the fuck-” He snarled, twisting to find…no one. Surely he wasn’t hearing things.

Fingers in his ribs from behind convinced him. “GAH! Get the hehehll off!”

“Oo, the king’s ticklish! Who would have thought?” Bachira cooed at him with a laugh, hiking up Barou’s back as he scribbled and pinched along his upper ribs and shoulders, throwing the bigger boy around like an uncontrolled bull. “Coochie coochie coo! Looks like I’m giving you the royal treatment! Hehehe!”

“Yohohohou dahhahamn bhohohobcuhuhuhut! Geheheht thehehe hehehehell ohohohoff!” Barou howled through swear colored giggles, trying and failing to reach for him. He all but lost his balance when Bachira began squeezing the back of his neck, sending them both into the grass below. “CUHUHUHUT THE SHHIHIIHIHT!”

“Aww, and here I thought Kun-Kun’s neck was tickly! You make him look almost immune here.” Bachira snorted as he gave the King’s neck one last squeeze, hopping off with a light slap to his shoulder. “Thanks for playing with me!”

Barou only groaned in the grass, suddenly very tired.

Maybe that was enough training today, afterall.

~~~

“Wow, you’re almost there! Come on, Nagi- you can do it!” Reo grinned around his chopsticks as he watched his friend get closer to a watermelon. He introduced Nagi to the Suika game only days before- this would be his first ever success if he nailed it. “Haaaah…this is exhausting. You do it.” Giving up, the white haired player pushed his phone to Reo, tucking his face into the cook of his arm with a tired yawn. “Lemme know if we win.”

“Lazy as ever.” Rolling his eyes, Reo picked up the device, guiding the orange towards its brethren. “You know Nagi, you really shouldn’t give up on games so easily- even if they aren’t soccer related.”

“All the fruit makes me hungry. I lose my strength when I get this way.”

“Then go get some food.”

“I don’t wanna get up…”

“Fine, fine, I’ll get you something. Just give me one sec- I’m almost-AH!” Just before Reo could drop the last fruit, something squeezed his knee. His finger slipped, ruining his planned chain reaction and overflowing the box. Game over. “Nagi! What the hell? I told you, give me a minute!”

“Huh?” Nagi blinked, confused. “I didn’t do anything?”

“Yes, you did! Now look- we lost.” Reo fumed, shaking his head as he put the phone down. “Whatever- if you're that hungry, I guess it can’t be cha-ehehahhahaanged!” The squeezing came back, making him jerk with a yelp. “Dahahahmn it, gehehhet your own food, then!”

“I didn’t do anything! Seriously!” Nagi fumed back, frustrated. “I’m not ly-ehehehehe! Reo, knock it off!”

“What? That wasn’t-” That’s when Reo realized both of Nagi’s hands were on the table- balled into fist as the pale teen squirmed and giggled. Ducking down, he found…

“YOU!” Reo cried upon seeing Bachira, one hand on Nagi’s leg while the other was on Reo’s. “What the hell are you even doing down there?”

“Looking for loose change.” Bachira winked before squeezing both knees simultaneously, sending the pair into frenzied giggles. “The monster wants to eat the rich! He’s in the mood for legs!”

“Gehahaht the heheheell ohohoohut of heheehere! Gehahaha, yohohohohu dahhahahamn drihihihbi-GEHAHHA!” Reo nearly fell out of his chair when Bachira squeezed his thigh. “Nahahhahagi hehehehelp!”

“Ghehahahah! I chahahahhan’t! Ihiihh’m toohoohoh huhuhuhungry!” Nagi cried back, opting to just kinda fall over at this point. “Sohohohohorry, Rehehehehheo!”

Before Reo could say anymore, Bachira was gone- skipping away with a happy grin and leaving them be. Shaking his head, he pushed the remainder of his rice to Nagi along with his chopsticks. “Here, eat up.”

“Ehehe…no thahanks..I’m toohoho tired to eat..” Nagi yawned before falling asleep, leaving Reo questioning his life choices yet again.

~~~

Bachira was hiding.

Tucked by an empty hamper in one of the many locker rooms, he waited patiently for his prey. He knew them and their routine well enough at this point.

Sure as the rising sun, his target walked into the room with a low sigh, stretching his arms high above his head and popping his spine. Bachira waited a second longer.

Then he attacked.

“God, I’m so ti-AHHH!” Chigiri shrieked when Bachira grabbed his sides, scaring the life out of him. His screams of terror quickly shifted to ones of laughter as Bachira dug in, leaving no spot untouched. “Nohohohot agahhahain! Gahahahhd, whihihihihiy Bahahhahachiraahhahaha?!”

“Hi Missy! Did you miss me? Huh? Did you?” The dribbler cooed at him as he climbed his fingers upward, pressing into each open space of rib as he moved towards his armpits. “It’s been for-ever since I’ve hear you laugh! Don’t you know? The Top 3 are all sooooo serious! I can barely get a chuckle out of them! I like you; you always laugh whenever I’m around!”

“Thahahhat’s becahhahuse yoohohu’re a clohohohwn-Gehahhhaha nohohoohohoho!” The redhead tried to jerk his arms down, but Bachira made it to his armpits faster than he could think. “Bahahhahchira pleahahhahahhase!”

“Please what? Keep tickling you? Aww, you’re too sweet! You know how badly I wanna get you and you’re letting me do it!” Bachira cooed sweetly at him, careful as he lowered him down to the ground, chest pressed against his back as he clawed at the center of his pits. “To be honest- I really wanna tickle Isagi, but I’m waiting until we meet up again. You know- gotta draw out the anticipation and all that. So until then…”

“Dohohohohn’t yohoohohu uuuhuuhse me ahahahas a rehehehbound! Gehahahahhaa, Bahahhahahchira- Eheheheheh nohohohohoho!” The dribbler had quickly shifted to his knees, squeezing them and the area around it relentlessly. Even with limited reach, Bachira was still able to get them! “Screhehehhewh yohohohou and yoohohohohur lohohohohng ahhahaharms!”

“No way- you’re totally letting me do this! Why else are your knees still drawn up?” The comment made them straighten out, but a few quick scribbles to Chigiri’s belly made him drawl them up once more. “See what I mean?”

“Yohohohou’re a pahahahahain!”

“Love you too, Missy!”

Before Bachira could really get him going, the door slid open, revealing none other than a breathless, slightly panicked Kunigami. “I heard a scream! Princess, are you-” When he saw what was going on, he relaxed. “Oh. Hey, Bachira.”

“Hi, Kun-Kun!” Bachira greeted, finally stopping the tickles as Chigiri curled up against the tile floor. “I was just saying hi to Missy! Hm..you know, I don’t think I’ve said hi to you yet…”

Kunigami blinked. Then he flushed, realizing what was about to go down. “Eh, Chi’s alright?” When Bachira nodded and Chigiri gave him a tired thumbs up, Kunigami slapped his hands together. “Cool, cool.

Then he was off. Bachira laughed as he chased after him, filling the halls with screams once more.

~~~

“I missed you.”

Three little words were all it took for Bachira’s heart to implode. He pressed further into Isagi, arms wrapped around his torso like octopus tentacles as he nuzzled his chest. “I missed you too.”

Isagi laughed, the sound a little wet as he ran his fingers through Bachira’s hair, combing back the soft strands. Sure, they were never truly apart- Bachira was not ashamed of his habit of sneaking into the other team’s room and snuggling with him until morning. But it felt so different now that Isagi was here. Here and never leaving his side again.

“You're awfully clingy today.” The older boy mused, making no moves to remove Bachira from him. “Is there a special occasion, or are you just happy to be here with me?”

Ah. Right. Bachira tried not to let his growing giddiness show as he pressed his face further into his boyfriend’s shirt, hands adjusting so they were free. “You know- I was just thinking there is.”

“What’s that?” Ever the innocent one. Not a worry to be heard within Isagi’s voice. Bachira grinned fully now.

“The monster…has returned.” Bachira latched onto his sides with ease, making Isagi spasm with a yelp. “The tickle monster, I mean!”

“Gah! Oohoohoh nohohoohoho! Bahhahahachira, wahahhahait- gehahahahhahaha!” Isagi cried out, twisting about in the sheets as his boyfriend pinched and scribbled away at his torso. “Sohoohoho thahhahat’s whahahhat youuhuhuve beehehen up tohohoho ahahhaall dahhahahy?”

“I see the word got out, hasn't it? My monstrous deeds leave trails behind. Whoooooo~” Bachira put on his best scary voice as he raced his fingers up and down Isagi’s sides, making him squeal and kick beneath him. “I’ve got a craving, Isagi- and you’re on the menu!”

“Thahhahat was sihihihilly- wahhahait, wahhahait dohohohon’t you dahhahare- AH” The brunette tried to block him, but Bachira was already pulling up his shirt and taking a breath. “Dohohohon’t you da-AHAHHAHAHHARE!”

“Mmmm, tasty!” Bachira giggled after blowing a raspberry. “I want another one! Here we go-” Bachira blew once more, sending waves of ticklishness up Isagi’s nervous system as he arched against the soft mattress. One hand weaved into Bachira’s hair while the other tugged at his sweatshirt, but no real efforts were made to pull him off. “Hmm…I’m still hungry.”

“Gohoohoho gehehhet fohoho-EHEHEHHAHAH NOOHOHOO!” This time some effort was made as Bachira began nibbling along his ribs, focusing his efforts along the lowest set as he felt Isagi shriek. “NOOHOHOT MEHEHHEHEHE!”

“Yes you! I’m a cannibal, roar!” Bachira giggled, finally relenting when Isagi tugged him off. “You’re so cute, Blue Skies! Hehehe!”

Gasping for air, Isagi tossed an arm over his flushed face- hiding his misty eyes from the world. Bachira tugged at his sweatshirt until it was in place once more, climbing onto Isagi and laying across him with a happy hum. Once he got comfortable, he gently tapped at his arm.

“Knock knock!”

“Whohoho’s thehere?”

“Your boyfriend. I want a kiss.”

Isagi snorted as he moved his arm, blushing when he realized just how close Bachira was to his face. “Your boyfriend’s not home. He’s been eaten by a monster. Try again tomorrow.”

Bachira gaped, making Isagi laugh. The tickles were quick to resume.

~~~

Another day- another successful turnout. At least, that was what Bachira planned on saying after this.

Freshly bathed and dressed, Bachira peeked around the corner, finding Rin sitting in his bed all alone. A towel hid his expression, but his hands were busy with his shoes, redoing the laces on each pair.

Perfect. Bachira might even have an additional weapon to use against him. Slowly, he entered the room…

“Get him.” Rin didn’t look up once. It really didn’t matter in the end.

Bachira yelped when he was suddenly ambushed, his back hitting the ground with a hand protecting his skull. He was suddenly hit by memoires of the past- red hair flying in his way just before he was taken down like so.

Only this time, the hair was long and dark, Aryu’s eyes dancing with mischief as he came into view. “Good work, Toki. That was very glam.”

“Thank you! I mean- sorry! Sorry, Bachira- was that too harsh?” The muscular man yelped, but made no moves of releasing the dribbler. Soon a new body joined the fray, pulling his hands up and over his head.

“You never learn, do you?” Isagi smiled down at him, eyes warm as Bachira began giggling in anticipation. “Didn’t we do this back in Team Z?”

“Mahahybe? I can’t remehehember!” Bachira giggled helplessly as Rin took the final spot of their formation, cracking his knuckles.

“Enough reminiscing. On three. One, two…” There was a pause- one that felt like forever as Bachira’s giggles grew.

If three came, Bachira never heard it. Fingers touched down, scribbling all over and sending him into immediate hysterics. Aryu’s hands pinched and prodded along his sides while Tokimitsu clawed at his stomach and chest. Rin’s hands were latched to his legs, one on his hip while the other squeezed the ever living daylights out of his thigh.

And Isagi- ooo, that Isagi! He was scratching at Bachira’s shoulder blades with two fingers, somehow making it feel way more ticklish than normal! All he could do was laugh.

“Gehahahahhahhaha! Nahahhahahahahhaha! Whahahahit, wahhahahahit hohohohohold ohohohohohon- yoohohohu cahahhan’t juuhuhust do thahaha-EHEHEHHEK!”

“What’s that? We can’t just tickle you after your antics today?” Isagi cooed at him, pressing into a particularly bad spot along the edges of his shoulder blades.

“We weren’t even targeted. Alas, tiny glam requested my aid. So stylish.” Aryu tsked with a small smile as he carried on scratching against Bachira’s waist and lower ribs, putting his nails to good use. “Shame really- I was looking forward to your attempt. So sad, so glam.”

“I was too! Not that I expected it- oh that sounded off! I’m sorry!” Tokimitsu cried, worming a hand up Bachira’s shirt to get the bare skin beneath. “Just- take this! Was that…was that too much?”

“Damn bob cut, think you can just waltz in here and target me when my back is turned?” Rin growled at him, no real malice in his voice. “I’ll show you what happens when you mess with me!”

“Sorry, Bachira- I would have warned you had you not attacked me.” Isagi smiled at him, not an ounce of remorse in his voice. “This is really cute though- I’m glad we did this, guys!”

Bachira would have called him cute back if he could think straight. His entire body felt like one massive tickle; every part from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes felt tickly! It was overstimulating yet freeing at the same time. He really did miss having tickle fights with groups.

Eventually, it all came to an end. Bodies moved away as Rin stood up, stretching out. Tokimitsu left him a bottle of water as Aryu struck a glamorous pose, musing about the entire thing with a laugh. Bachira found himself once again with Isagi, his head tucked into his lap as the taller boy fanned his face, cooling his hot cheeks.

“Had enough for today?” Isagi teased, laughing when Bachira nodded. “Do you want me to help you get up?”

A favorable offer, but Bachira shook his head. “Can we stay like this? Just a bit longer?”

Isagi laughed, leaning down and kissing his smiling lips once more. “Of course we can.”

[bluebladefluff]

Chaos theory spoilers!!! You have been warned!

TW // Swearing

I just finished Jurassic park chaos theory! And I have SO MUCH to say! So many parts made my jaw drop to the floor! Even though kenji’s father was an ass hat he didn’t need to die! But the way he protected his son that gave him points back!

Now at the end! That crazy raptor lady didn’t due, how did she not die? She got hit by a truck! I swear she is a doll, a creepy porsolin doll

BROOKLYNS NOT DEAD! That bitch faked her death but lost an arm??! and I hate it AND love it at the same time! Dose she even care about the others at this point?! Why was she buying dinosaurs?! What is her motive, is she working with that Nublar guy! Or with Kenji’s father before he died? It’s crazy to think about whatever she is trying to do, why?! I didn’t see anything sketchy about Brooklyn in camp Jurassic but mabye I wasn’t looking hard enough?? I was on my seer the whole time and I GENUINELY thought she was dead but SHE IS NOT!!

Also Ben is ticklish? I absolutely love him so much, bed had a grospert and is such a sweet boy, is he faking about his girlfriend or is he serious?

Thank you for listening to my rant/Ted Talk

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day 5 - not ticklish

taion/eunie/lanz (the others are there too ig)

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"i'm not ticklish."

taion crossed his arms and furrowed his brow, attempting to look as serious as possible. nerves pooled in his gut as lanz and eunie both raised an eyebrow. skepticism was written all over their expressions, but taion held his ground.

"you're a terrible liar, taion," mio chuckled from where she was seated at the table, having noticed the commotion amidst her conversation with noah and sena. taion froze and shot her a glare, but the off-seer only grinned in response.

"wha- i'm not-!"

"he's super ticklish," now sena had apparently decided to join in tormenting him... weren't they supposed to be his allies?! "especially on his back! and his neck, and-"

"sena!" taion directed his glare towards the other agnian, before he felt strong arms wrap around his torso. lanz had grabbed him, while eunie stood in front, staring him down like a hungry rhogul. "wait! eunie, no!" he looked over to noah, his last hope, with pleading eyes and upon meeting his gaze, the kevesi off-seer simply smiled and shrugged.

"where else is he ticklish?" eunie asked his comrades.

"he's ticklish everywhere," sena's smile turned into a devious grin. oh no. she stood up from the table and walked towards him, her fingers wiggling, and taion was already biting back a squeak. "but he's got this ooone little spot... riiiight here," she only pointed at it, but taion flinched away from her finger instinctively. "look, i didn't even touch him!"

"ooohoho, this'll be fun~" eunie dragged a single finger over that spot—where taion's sides met his back—and that's all it took to break the tactician's resolve. giggles began pouring from his lips immediately as he twisted away from eunie's prodding digits, only to meet lanz's fingers scribbling at his other side. "aww, what's the matter taion? what's got you all giggly, ay?"

"i think someone's a bit ticklish!" lanz laughed when taion shook his head. "you're not? i dunno, tai, you're laughin' a whole lot for someone who isn't ticklish." taion could only laugh and squirm, helpless against his kevesi companions as the others watched in amusement. sena and mio gave pointers to his tormentors, and even noah joined in at some point. despite all that, taion was stubborn—he wasn't going to admit it. partially because he was stubborn...

...and perhaps, maybe, he thought it was a little bit fun.

[mahvaladara]

A curious fact about Neer is that he doesn't like to be touched. He especially doesn't like to be touched without notice.

He is extremely ticklish and sensitive to touch.

His brother, Seer, used to say it was just him being a stuck up prissy noble elf. Some say is him just being posh or vain.

His sensitivity doesn't result from trauma though he was more neglected on the emotional side of things. Neer was the eldest of a nobble house and raised to fit the part. His younger brother, Seer was only an year younger, very rare among elfs to be born so close in between. So Seer was the baby boy, while Neer was the heir. Neer had to be inteligent, well-spoken, charismatic, well-read, skilled and prophicient in many aspects to fit the role as future head of House C'Silla. Seer was the baby boy who didn't particularly need to amass to anything other than be spoiled.

As children Neer had only been literally hugged by his own brother and he hated it. And because Seer realized Neer wasn't used to being touched and always reacted by being ticklish, Seer made his life mission to bully Neer with that, which only made it worse.

Curiously, Neer grew to be very level-headed on the emotional front of things, and Seer very emotionally immature. As when Neer grew older, the attention shifted almost completely to Neer.

As adults, this actually because worse, as Seer always took a chance Neer was distracted with something too poke his sides or pass a finger down his back, which would cause Neer to react with aversion.

With Vecenia he did eventually get used to having her touch him, but she had found it absolutely endearing that he was ticklish and so sensitive to her touch, especially on his back.

[bluedragonbooks]

Adjacent 10 of 25

Over the last 6 weeks, Elric often strode ahead while the Wizard and I followed at a more measured pace; we usually caught up to him when he paused to murder a bush or assault a haystack.

Once Gerry joined us, it seemed to spur Elric on and vice versa; we spent the day with them racing ahead, only to find them sparring with sticks or doing push-ups or whatever a few minutes later.

At one point the Wizard had watched them thru his lenses for a while. "Whatever enchantment you used on him has left; be assured - whatever he feels for you is genuine; be gentle with him - you're his first love, am I correct?"

"Yes, I still feel guilty for bewitching him."

"He was eager enough; all you did was ease his shyness; I'm sure that had time and urgency not forced your hand the outcome would be the same. The next town is two days away; I have friend I wish to visit - a seer; We'll be stopping for at least two days; My friend is younger and will have desires I am unable to satisfy, so Elric will no doubt be invited to her room. I'll arrange for you and Gerry to share a room; a bit of privacy and the lack of other agendas should help clarify the matter."

Oh goody, looking forward to that; nothing like being expected to perform under the watchful eye of an elderly matchmaker ... Fuck.

...

Elric's blunter version was delivered as we made camp that night and got ready for dinner; he took me aside and said, "He wants you to fuck him; but he's too shy to ask; He's done you, now it's your turn to do him."

For a moment I wondered if Elric had only pretended to be asleep back at the guardhouse; but I knew that snore. Maybe Gerry had told him. "Did he actually say that?"

"No, but he looks at your dick every chance he gets; when a girl looks at me like that, I know she's wet for it. Besides, I could always tell when the blacksmiths boy had paid a visit and put it in you, you’d get this dreamy look and sigh a lot."

"You was sighing plenty the next day, and you had that big stupid grin, despite all the trouble we was in; so I'm guessing he's got a biggun and he gave it to you good." My face flushed red hot.

"Ha, thought so, I got you a good one, you're blushing like a virgin."

Dammit!

...

"Ooh, Stop, STOP - It tickles too much" Gerry giggled and squirmed.

I'd been exploring his naked body with my tongue; turns out he was insanely ticklish.

"How about here?" I lowered my mouth and sucked. The reaction was immediate and productive.

"Oh GOD ... Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it in your mouth; you surprised me ... no-one’s ever ..."

"It's ok, I don't mind; I like it; It's not like I didn't want it."

"But doesn't it taste ... yucky?"

"You mean you've never tasted your own - off your hand?"

"No"

"Wow, you really are an innocent; you want to suck mine?"

"Um, ok, I suppose, just give me warning when you ... you know."

"Probably better if I don't."

...

"You done him yet?" asked Elric at breakfast. "Didn't sound like it."

There's no point being subtle with Elric, I knew he'd just keep asking.

"Waiting for the next town. A bath and a proper bed."

"Ooh fancy; fair enough tho; you getting him some flowers and a stinky candle too? He'll probably like that."

"Piss off Elric." He laughed and punched me lightly in the arm.

...

Turns out he’s not only insanely ticklish, but insanely noisy. I got the giggles and nearly couldn’t finish.

After I finished fucking him, and we'd got our breath back he said, “do you think anyone heard?”

The walls of the seer’s house were only lath and daub; “The whole fucking street heard” said Elric from the other side of the wall.

...

Breakfast was surreal; the Seer was dreamy-eyed and sighed a lot; Elric grinned like fool, alternating between winking at me and nudging Gerry; who flushed a bright pink while staring intently at his porridge as if divining some great portent.

Instead of the usual thin gruel, the table was graced with a hearty porridge, bread and oil to dip it in, slices of cheese, fruit, and even a smoked fish. The Wizard appeared inordinately pleased with himself.

I glared at him and mentally dared him to say anything.

“A hearty breakfast for the road ahead; just what growing lads need after a good nights sleep.”

I almost stabbed him with my spoon.

...

So far Elric's "Quest" had "accomplished" exactly three kills in seven weeks.

An enchanted boar so fixated on it' task the poor beast had worn a path around it's Lords forest;

An aging Wyvern that took a lamb and probably would have died of exertion or choked to death on lamb’s wool if Elric hadn't put it out of its misery; and

A small kitten sized beasty I couldn't identify, driven mad with lust for Elric's boot when we stopped for lunch.

"When will we get to the good stuff" whined Elric to the Wizard, while wiping green beasty goo off his sword and onto a patch of grass.

"Patience young Champion, we have 4 months yet to get to the Western Sea; as long as we get there before the Winter Solstice, there's plenty of time for adventures yet."

I groaned inwardly. We'd set out at Summer Solstice, and we wouldn't get there until the Winter Solstice? Which meant we likely wouldn't get home until the next Summer Solstice?

This damn Quest better be worth it or I'd be boiling the old bird down for his tallow. I wonder what price genuine Wizard Tallow fetched on the Apothecary market.

Not that you'd probably get much out of him; he was old and stringy and didn't seem to have much fat on him; and he was ancient; I mean he must have been at least 50 years old.

Have I mentioned his knees? Most villages are a days travel apart for a merchant with 2 horses and a well-stocked wagon.

Why? Because Merchants don't want to be camping on the side of a road overnight with a well-stocked wagon; you have to pay a night-guard.

Most people can keep up with a well-stocked wagon and 2 horses even on foot; especially if you've had 7 weeks to get used to it.

Elderly Wizards with dodgy knees apparently take 2 days to cover the same distance; well, 2 6-hour days if you don't mind starting late and don't include stopping for a leisurely lunch in the heat of the day.

Mind you, it meant we arrived early enough on the second day to have our pick of lodgings, and it gave me a chance to barter and reprovision.

About every third village seemed to be a trading hub, which usually meant it had a Wizards Guild, which meant we could get a proper bed and usually stayed an extra night.

Neither Gerry nor I minded that; better than fucking on cold hard ground.

Gerry had got over his initial boisterousness, which meant we could take turns enjoying each other without making a laughingstock of ourselves.

Tho, he still tended to blush madly if I'd fucked him the night before, and Elric even glanced at him at breakfast.

[franklyshipping]

Day 24 ~Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

Holy wowie....it's Christmas Eve, day 24 of 25.....let's make this fic a damn good one! LET'S DO IT!

TAGGING: @the-dapper-switch

It’s a given that the sleep between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day is either non-existent or restless as hell, because that implicit excitement and eagerness for time to hurry the heck up exists within every single damn person who celebrates this season. No matter the gender, age, or any other demographic…sleeplessness is where it’s at on Christmas Eve night. Some, however, can’t be content with staying in bed, especially if they know they’re going to be contributing to the running of Christmas Day itself. That’s why Jameson Jackson was still awake at 3:30am taking a third inventory of all the crockery and cutlery in the household to check that there was absolutely totally definitely enough for everybody. He wasn’t the only one out of bed either.

A bleary eyed Celine had been going from room to room testing out every set of string lights, straightening every ornament, counting every present to make sure they were all in the right place, as well as making sure everything was clean and tidy in general. At least, that was Celine’s excuse. She was mainly trying to do something, anything, other than sleep, particularly since nowadays in her separate body she slept alone…and she wasn’t quite acclimatised yet. She always felt like she was in a bed too big with covers too cold and a room that was too silent, so the amount of sleep she got in general was….not that great.

Celine wrapped her black shawl tighter around her, padding towards the main kitchen in her silky nightgown with the intent of checking that all the cooking utensils were present and correct….but upon seeing the light on, and the dapper man at the counter, she realised someone had beaten her to it. She leant in the doorway as she looked Jamie up and down, before softly clearing her throat.

‘I’d expect Anti to be up in the middle of the night like the snack stealing gremlin he is, but you Jamie?’

Jamie’s eyes widened as he jumped at the sudden noise, whirling round and blushing when he saw Celine smiling at him playfully in the doorway. Jamie signed back with very cute indignance.

‘Miss Celine I assure you I am no gremlin, nor am I a snack stealer! I was doing inventory!’

Celine smiled wider at the man, before walking over to him with her head cocked in curious confusion.

‘I thought the Googles did that in the afternoon?’

Celine became even more curious when Jamie then twisted his lips and fidgeted….then it dawned on her. She wasn’t the only one unable to sleep tonight. She went up to him and placed a gentle hand on his arm as she softly spoke.

‘Can’t sleep either huh?’

Jamie smiled wryly at her deduction, bowing his head a tad. As the festive season had approached, the amount of sleep Jamie had been getting had been decreasing night after night, because he’d insisted upon taking the brunt of the responsibility for quite a lot of things. Jamie still always felt like people saw him as the baby, and he wanted to prove that he could contribute just as much as everybody else.

‘I just want it all to be perfect, I want to be able to say I helped make it perfect.’

Celine let out a gentle sigh, rubbing his arm softly.

‘Everyone will see how much you’ve done, but now you deserve to rest. Go on, I can put all this stuff away, you need to sleep.’

Jamie rubbed his eyes softly, he had to admit that he was getting more and more exhausted by the minute….but then his blue eyes snapped to Celine.

‘I could not possibly let you tidy up after me, and besides, why are you not asleep?’

Jamie cocked his head at Celine as she softly pursed her lips, averting her gaze as she tried to brainstorm up an excuse.

‘I….merely needed a glass of water.’

Their eyes met, and Jamie raised an eyebrow as he smiled at Celine softly.

'I know there are other kitchens closer to your room than this one Miss Celine.’

Celine pursed her lips….dammit.

‘That is not the point, c’mon, bed for you.’

Celine nodded to the doorway with her head as she folded her arms, very much taking up her authoritative stance as she has so often done with Damien or Wilford in the past….but to her surprise, Jamie merely grinned. He copied her stance, and signed before folding his own arms.

‘If you’re staying up then I’m staying up.’

Celine raised an eyebrow at him, and lowered her tone.

‘Jamie. If you don’t go to bed willingly then I will force you, don’t think I won’t.’

Jamie straightened up and tensed a tad. Even though he’d known the lady Celine for a good while now, Jamie did sometimes still feel intimidated by her. The way her eyes would gleam like she always had an internal plan, or the way her voice would change so subtly if someone was being stubborn with her. Jamie would blame this decision later on being tired and therefore not thinking straight, but he mustered up a determined grin as he signed.

‘I’d like to see you try Miss Celine.’

Celine raised an eyebrow at Jamie, and couldn’t help but smile at his cheeky boyishness, despite how he was clearly getting more and more tired. Celine smirked. She knew she just had to get him tired enough so he had no choice but to sleep….and as a sibling, and as a generally devious person, she knew precisely how to do that.

‘As you wish, Mr Jackson.’

She purred, which brought more warmth to Jamie’s cheeks as she coined his phrasing….before he suddenly found himself being tackled down onto the floor of all things! Jamie found himself too flustered and in shock to struggle, and soon Celine was straddling his thighs with a smirk.

‘Oh it has been too long since I’ve done this….’

With malevolent glee, Celine pushed up Jamie’s cotton pyjama shirt before scratching all over his belly with her sharp, magenta nails. Jamie’s eyes bugged out of his sockets as he burst into frantic giggles, wriggling from side to side and flailing as he signed in almost a blur.

‘No! Please not tickling, please I’m too ticklish!’

Celine raised a playful eyebrow as she giggled, continuing her scratching as she mused.

‘Is that so? Interesting….it sounds almost as if you’re too sleepy to handle being tickled, and that maybe you should go to bed….’

Jamie flushed a much darker pink as he hid his face in his hands for a few moments, in an attempt to hide how utterly embarrassed he was at the whole thing. Her nails were so evilly sharp and quick against his trembling tummy, it was honestly true villainy.

‘Miss Celine! This is mean!’

He hurriedly signed before hiding his face again, making Celine giggle lowly as she pinched portions of his tummy, making him flinch and squeak very preciously. As his response, Celine smirked and purred teasingly as a reply.

‘Oh I didn’t know you were a poet Jamie, how charming! I do love a gentleman with an enticing vernacular….’

Jamie whined into his hands, attempting to roll onto his side as bubbily giggles and squeaks flowed from him, he knew he couldn’t take this for long. Now, Jamie would once again blame this on his tired mind not having any sense left….but Jamie felt it was unfair if Celine stayed up whilst he got sleep, in his mind logically speaking, she should be persuaded to go to sleep too! So, he did something that no man had ever dared to do before….he let his hands dart out to experimentally squeeze Celine’s sides....and oh what a wonderful result he got.

‘H-HEHEY!’

Celine’s eyes widened as she hurriedly shuffled off of Jamie, embarrassed at letting out such a loud squeal as she put her hands over her sides…..no-one had ever tickled her back before. Jamie’s eyes gleamed as he sat up and got on his knees, grinning playfully at Celine, who had gulped.

‘Now Jamie…..it’s late, we….we don’t….want to do anything hasty…’

Celine didn’t stammer, however her words came out far less smoothly than she would have preferred, which only made Jamie grin more…..before he pounced. What a brave man. Before Celine knew it, she had devious fingers digging into her sides as Jamie grinned down at her with giddy glee as she cackled.

‘NOHOHOHAHA JAHAHAMIE! YOHOU WIHILL REHEGRET THIHIHIHIS!!’

Jamie was certain that he wouldn’t. He giggled as he watched Celine’s face scrunch up with her mirth, he’d never even see her smile brightly, let alone laugh like this! Honestly, it struck Jamie a little bit….he was suddenly very aware of how utterly beautiful Celine was, especially when she looked so happy like this. Therefore, Jamie reasoned that it was only right that he kept her happy for as long as he could. He stuck his tongue out at her playfully as he kept tickling, which made Celine (attempt to) growl up at him.

‘IHIHIHI SWEHEHEHEAR TOHO GAHAHAD!!’

Jamie scrunched up his face as he chuckled fondly down at Celine, making her blush as she realised that in her mirthful state she couldn’t possibly hope to intimidate him. Jamie decided to let Celine breathe for a moment though, smiling at how adorably pink-cheeked and smiley she was. Then, Jamie decided to smirk and sign something that he knew would rile Celine up, just because he was having so much fun with both making her laugh, and riling her up.

‘You know, swearing is rather un-ladylike Miss Celine.’

Celine’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Jamie’s grin told her that of course he was only saying this to be teasy…but before she could retort he started scratching at her ribcage; she absolutely lost her shit, in the most playful manner of course.

‘BIHIHIHITE MY AHAHASS YOHOU LIHITTLE SHIHIHIT!!’

Celine shrieked, and with a burst of strength managed to push and buck Jamie off of her so he was sprawled on his back on the floor, gasping with cute bemusement as Celine gasped for air. However, it didn’t take her long to catch her breath….and lock eyes with the cheeky gentleman.

‘I’m going to make you wish you hadn’t gone against me, little boy.’

Jamie gulped, squeaked, and started trying to shuffle away from Celine on his butt….but Celine was quick to catch his ankles in a headlock, and smirked as she observed the bare feet trapped in her grasp.

‘Now then, what do we have here…..’

Jamie whimpered and started shaking his head, already smiling and nearly beet red as his hands became a near blur.

‘Please Miss Celine not my feet! I’m so sorry please don’t tickle me there, I’m sorry I’m sorry!’

Celine giggled with a purr that was probably the most sly, sultry, terrifying sound that Jamie had ever heard in his whole life. As Celine brandished the nails of her free hand, she crooned like the Devil.

‘Not yet you’re not, but you will be.’

Jamie just shrieked. He was used to having his feet absolutely wrecked with tickles from other people of course…but never in his life had he had such evil, properly sharp nails raking up and down his pale, soft soles. It was ticklish agony like he’d never known before, and his signing was, in a word, wild.

‘PLEASE! PLEASE IT TICKLES IT TICKLES IT TICKLES!’

Celine giggled fondly, humming an absent tune to herself as she scraped her nails up and down his inner arches, cooing evilly.

‘Such a ticklish little thing….careful with that pretty voice of yours darling, we wouldn’t want to wake anyone, would we-?’

‘NO PLEASE MISS CELINE!’

Jamie squealed frantically and hid his burning face in his hands, images flashing in his mind of other egos coming and discovering them….oh god he was getting so humiliated just from thinking about it! He curled up his torso in a foetal position, doing everything he could to hide from the torture; Celine found it incredibly adorable as she scratched the hyper sensitive balls of his feet.

‘Mmm that’s right, imagine if Anti saw this….I bet he’d join in and reeeally tire you out….’

Now, Jamie was flailing, and he had tears building in his baby blue eyes as he gazed at Celine desperately.

‘PLEASE MERCY! PLEASE MISS CELINE PLEASE! PLEASE!’

Celine cocked her head at the desperate man affectionately, before giggling and releasing his feet as she purred.

'Well, since you asked like such a nice gentleman.’

Jamie gasped and immediately curled his legs close to him, using his hands to grip and rub the soles of his feet for a good few minutes. Jamie was a mess of residual gasps and giggles as chills course through his body, but soon he peeked at Celine over his knees as he signed with a bashful smile.

‘….I find that I am rather tired now….’

Celine smiled at that, whilst blinking frantically a few times…even she couldn’t hide that her eyes were starting to droop. Now it was Celine who would blame tiredness on the boldness of her next words.

‘As am I….I heard you have a lot of warm quilts in your room….they ah, sound much more pleasant for sleeping under on Christmas Eve….’

Celine’s brain didn’t even have time to process what she was subtly asking, before Jamie gasped with excited glee and shot up to his feet, offering Celine his hand.

‘Please do join me, a lady should never be cold or alone on this night!’

The apples of Celine’s cheeks turned a soft pink as she happily allowed Jamie to bring her to her feet, and after putting away cutlery, crockery, and picking up and drowsy Gooper….there then came the perfect night’s sleep on Christmas Eve. Wherein the two slept together, in the most basic, literal, innocent sense of the phrase. With warmth, safety, and love without obligation or expectation attached. It was just, love.

WOOOOOOOO HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

[biographydivider]

Baby-talkin’ Madrigals!

A lil’ something for @sketchnwhatevr, in honour of that adorable art of Agustin and baby Isabela that she blessed us with.

“C’mon, Isa...just a little more food, then we’re all done. Do it for Papi, okay?”

Agustín sat cross-legged on the floor in front of his baby daughter, holding a bowl full of sweet-smelling, fruity mush. Isabela leaned forward, eyes fixed on her Papi’s expression. Agustín scooped up a spoonful of baby food and reached out to his daughter, making what his wife was now calling his ‘yum-yum face’. Wide-eyed, tongue often sticking out. Slightly vacant, focused only on the culinery explosion in the bowl in front of him.

“Yeaaah, oh it’s soooo taaasstyy, right? Yummy yuum, Isabela’s faaaavourite. Nyaaam nyaam nyaaaaamm, awww that’s my best girl, Isabela loves her food doesn’t she? Yuuum yuuuumm...”

“Y’doing the thing again.”

“You,” Agustín said, as his cuñado walked past to raid the pantry for snacks, “do not understand the delicate science of the yum-yum face.”

“It’s weird, Gus,” Bruno said, standing on his tiptoes to reach into a cabinet above his head.

“You’ll understand when you have your own kids.” Agustín wiped a smear of baby food from Isabela’s cheek. She giggled, and he prodded her gently in the belly so she’d laugh even harder. “Won’t he, Issie? Yesh he will, yesh he wiiiiiill...”

“...uh-huh. Hey, did Juli make some arequipe the other day? Coulda sworn there were some left...”

“Oohhhh I dunnooooo, Tiiiio Bruuuunooo,” Agustín cooed, readying another spoonful. “I’m a little busyyyyy hereee...”

“Don’t talk to me like that. I’m an adult. A respected member of the community.”

“Now that’s a liiiiieee, Tiio Bruuuunooo...”

“Heh. Y’right.” Bruno gave up his search and wandered away, nudging Agustín in the ribs with a sandaled toe as he passed. “Still. S’weird.”

...

“C’mon, Maria. Just a little, eentsy, teensy bit more, okay?”

The very pregnant rat stirred slightly in her nest, looking up at Bruno with a deadpan, long-suffering expression. If rats could swear, he thought to himself wrly, before jiggling the peice of corn in front of her nose again.

“Y’gotta eat for your babies’ sake, y’know? I know you’re sore, but y’can’t just lie here and feel sorry for...”

Maria nipped at his finger crossly, making him drop the corn with a yelp. “Lil’ brat,” he growled under his breath, nursing his finger. “Okay, fine. No more corn. But maybe you’d like to...aha!”

Bruno lunged across the room and snatched up a plate; he’d managed to squirrel an arepa or two up to his room, protesting to the family that he had some ‘very important seer business to attend to’ - when, in reality, he just wanted to spend a little bit of the day alone, in the quiet. Saying as much wasn’t exactly an acceptable reason to cloister yourself away, he’d found; especially now the babies were here. Plus, Maria needed him. She hadn’t eaten in a day or two, and he was starting to worry.

Now, he never usually fed his rats people food. It led to bad habits, and he could get his hands on healthy stuff for them easy enough. But today, he’d make an exception.

“Here we gooo,” Bruno crooned, snapping off a peice about the size of his thumbnail. “Arepa con queso, just for the Mami-to-be...”

Maria blinked up at him, snuffling his fingers with her ticklish nose. Then, she took a bite. Bruno’s insides suddenly felt like they were made of fireworks.

“Ohhh whatta good girl,” he sang, watching her take the arepa between her tiny hands and nibble away, “yeeaah, bet that’s real tasty, huh?”

Maria looked up at him, licking her tiny chops, and Bruno felt his smile grow wider, his voice hitch an octave higher. “Y’such a gooood giiiirl, good girl Marriiaa, yeaaaah, soooo tastyyyy, yumm yuuummm...”

“I knew it.”

Bruno whirled. There was Agustín; standing in his doorway, pointing a finger in his direction, face a mask of shock.

“What?” Bruno said. “What’d I --” He clapped his hand over his mouth, eyes wide. No. He hadn’t been. Surely not. Agustín shook his finger at Bruno, an accusing spectre in the doorway.

“You were doing the yum-yum face.”

“I was not!”

But Gus was already gone; haring it down the stairs that led from Bruno’s room. “JULIETA!”

Somewhere far away in the house, Bruno heard his sister groan. “Agustín, you’ll wake the babies.”

“He does do it to the rats! You owe me one week of bottle feeds!”

“He does?! Ay, Brunito...”

[angelatmidnight1]

Seer Tickle Headcanons

A/N: I've been on a Seer high lately and made some self-indulgent headcanons for him. 🙈Hope you like them!

Lee-

Most people assume that Obi isn’t ticklish. Sudden pokes and squeezes don’t get much of a reaction out of him and, if someone’s trying to sneak up on him, chances are he already hears their heartbeat. 

Sometimes, he jokingly claims that those squeezes feel nice, and will pretend to fall asleep to vex his ler. 

But gentle tickles? Those will awaken his ticklish nerves that he often forgets he has. 

Overall, he’s not terribly ticklish, but he does have those spots that turn his deep chuckles into heavy laughter. Those spots are his underarms, ribs, and the back of his knees.  

His chuckles, and even his heavier laughter, are both warm and soothing on the ears. He doesn’t really mind being tickled compared to some of the other Legends, so long as he isn’t pinned down. 

Obi isn’t an easy lee to get down; he is extremely nimble. So, if someone actually manages to pin him, his laughter becomes 10x more frantic and he tries to escape. Not being able to move away from a soft, maddeningly ticklish touch drives him crazy.

Words mean a lot to him, so if his ler is teasing him or pointing out his sensitivity, it can get to him if he’s frantic enough. Most of the time though, he will try to keep his composure while he’s laughing. 

Slow tickles also get to him more than faster ones. If his ler takes their time to squeeze each rib, or work their fingers into his hollows, his laughter deepens even more.

Tickling him while he’s drawing is a fun spectacle to watch; most of the time, he tries to ignore his ler and focus on what he’s doing. But when the tickles become too distracting, he’ll reach behind him with one hand and politely ask them to quit it. “B-Bihiko, I am wohohorking..”

His palms are ticklish too, but it isn’t unbearable. Sometimes he finds light scribbles along them soothing, especially after a long day of creating art. 

Tickling isn’t something Obi totally minds because laughter’s beneficial to the soul. Sometimes, he feels more inspired after a tickle session. But, this is more true for more casual, playful tickling and less so for tickle attacks.

When he isn’t pinned down, his initial chuckles come out as short and breathy. He tries not to accidentally hurt his ler while he squirms.  He will also push away the ler’s hands, sometimes holding them at bay for an extended period of time. 

If his ler asks him to let go of their hands, Seer says something along the lines of, “If I release your hands, you must assure me that you are not going to tickle me again.” He can tell when someone is being truthful or not; the heart beats differently after a lie told.

 So, if he does release his lers’ hands with the expectation that they’re gonna pounce again, he’s quick to keep their wiggling fingers just out of reach. He’ll keep this up until the ler’s too tired to continue.

On rare occasions, his heart chamber glows blue after being tickled. 

Ler

Obi is a gentle and reserved ler. He only really tickles those he’s familiar and/or close to. 

Unless the situation calls for it, or his lee is just really sensitive, he’s fond of tickles that lead to giggling and light squirming, instead of full on cackles and screams. 

He does not pin his lees down. He enjoys watching them squirm and try to cover up their tickle spots. If they cover one spot, he prods at another. It’s amusing for him to watch his lee twist into positions that shouldn’t be anatomically possible. 

Obi, finding the beauty in everything, is definitely the type of ler who compliment his lee’s laughter. He enjoys exploring the range of sounds they make as he skitters his fingers from one spot to the other. 

When he finds an especially ticklish spot, he uses both hands to slowly knead over it. “You make wondrous sounds when tickled here,” he’d note. He’d pause when his lee’s squirming gets more intense, then starts again. “Let us see if we can recreate it…ah, yes, there it is. Such beautiful tonality.”

Obi’s intention is not to fluster his lees; he means everything he says. Even still, he’s had lees who blush at his words.

His tickling style has a similar feeling to having a butterfly land on you; it’s soft and fleeting, but still really ticklish. He uses his fingers and/or his decorative claws to stroke along his lees’ torso, similar to how he uses his paintbrushes, and gives extra ticklish regions more attention. He doesn’t stay there long; after a belly laugh or two, Obi returns to his feather soft stroking.

Speaking of paintbrushes, Obi’s found that his artistic tools can even produce ticklish effects. He’s usually the main one responsible for helping Legends with their face paint and/or body art. He’s partial to paintbrushes and markers, and he finds that each tool alters the laughter’s pitch. 

A swipe of a paintbrush usually causes light squeaks and giggles. His markers, though, bring on laughter, especially when he does shading. 

Now that he’s on friendlier terms with Octane, he sometimes offers to draw a new design on him. 

Obi’s a patient person, but after trying to draw something on him, he now holds onto where he’s drawing if the person he’s drawing on is ticklish and squirmy. He’s nothing if not a perfectionist when it comes to art!

Seer is also the king of anticipatory tickles. He takes his time when he tickles someone, and enjoys hearing their heart rate change as he hovers over a ticklish area. 

He’s also good at painting a verbal picture for his lee; “Now, where shall we begin, my friend? Shall we start at your ribs and work our way down? Or perhaps an approach from the center works best?”

Seer is one of the few Legends who will tickle someone if they ask for it. They’d get no judgment. “If that is what your heart desires, I am happy to oblige.”

[queenendless]

☯️My Senpai (Student!SatoSugu x Student!Reader ft Student!Ieiri Shoko)☯️

A/n: The canonical prequel of Ticklish Remedy aka the Cursed Seer AU!

You the late transfer, getting along with your fellow first years, while also being dote on by your senpais.

There is an allude to an ongoing mystery with you in this AU that is kinda obvious, crack kinda nonsense from everyone here, mentions of ShokoHime, and SatoSugu be kinda chaotic in this, I did the best I could to make it short but sweet!

PLEASE DONT PLAGIARIZE, STEAL, REPOST, COPY AND/OR TRANSLATE MY FANFIC CONTENT. Reblog, like, and follow instead please and thank you.

You're a walking mystery.

No family.

No home.

Just a wandering soul that was discovered passed out by the entrance, collapsed before the first torii gate.

Sensing the shift in balance as an abnormal source appeared out of the blue right at the doorstop, Gojo was the first to find you, followed closely behind by Geto.

Your eyes were closed, lost in subconsciousness.

But in your mind's eye, you could visualize everything transpiring. You could hear them clear as day. Gojo's curly lips as he held you in his arms, brushing your hair aside to see your face more.

“Like a little kitten~ Kawaii~”

“Less flirting, you. Best to take her to Shoko.” Geto murmured as he took you in his arms to carry you all bride-like.

“You're blushing though~” Gojo snickered.

“Shut it.” Geto's kick was halted by Infinity.

“You likey, me likey~” Gojo sang as they started climbing those stone steps.

Those two nosey felines peaked in as you awoke a while later after Shoko's healing did the trick, a cig between her quirked lips.

“Cutie pie.” Patting you on the head, she gave you a lollipop. “For being a good patient.”

“Hey! I want some!” Gojo barged in loud enough to startle you in bed, grabbing some right out of the opened bag nestled in the desk chair. “I get sweets on top on seeing this sweetie up and about for real!”

“Good to see you awake, um …” Geto's awkward trail off as he rubbed the back of his neck, not knowing your name.

“Y/n L/n.”

Those three had big sparkling eyes of wonderment the moment you replied. Even your name sounded wonderful to them.

Like, your very presence was swaying them all.

“Ieiri Shoko.” She saluted.

“Suguru Geto.” He bowed a bit.

“Satoru Gojo.” He winked.

Blushing up at their greetings gave an extra kick for you to feel energized.

Enough to change into one of Shoko's spare tees, sweatpants, and sandals before the trio brought you before Yaga-sensei who met you inside a shrine of the school, introducing yourself to the newfound principal.

After affirming your backstory and situation thus far, you were put on the spot and tested for your chance to stay, facing off against one of his cursed corpse dolls. A giant bear with boxing gloves.

Your eyes burned and gleamed bright as moving pictures appeared in your mind.

As they zipped up to you, you felt something click within.

In that next moment, your feet moved on their own.

Your desire to move had you zipping in blurry speed all over, exhilaration racing through your veins.

Kicking the bear right into the wall, leaving cracks in its dent sized hole.

Shoko snapped a pic whereas the guys both whistled lowly.

It all went by in a snap.

“Not bad. For a sapling. However!” He pried his wiggling bruised doll from the wall, cradling and patting the whimpering little thing. “Everyone has their reason for becoming a sorcerer. What is yours?”

“I have nowhere else to go … no one else to turn to.” That was all you could rely on because your recollection on how you teleported here was still foggy but there was nothing else to do but move forward and hope the truth comes to light in time.

“If this is my gift … my innate talent … my newfound purpose then … is to take advantage of it to the fullest. And if saving lives can come with that, then fine. As long as I have food, a roof over my head, and get paid for it, that is.”

Yaga-sensei turned to the second years who looked anywhere but him, whistling, at the mention of getting paid. “Very well.” Yaga bowed to you. “Welcome to Jujutsu High.”

You bowed in return when the clapping and congratulations from your new senpais had your face tinted like a flustered rose.

☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️☯️

“Suguru?”

“Hmm?”

“Is that not the cutest thing you've ever seen?” Sitting against the vending machine, Gojo's blue raspberry lips curled up, directed at you as you chatted with your fellow first years.

“She has a name, ya know.” Geto's pineapple tinted lips pursed.

“And our precious kouhai to boot~!”

“Staring at her so much will only unsettle her.”

“Slowly growing curse energy level. Innate technique still developing. Almost as if she's just become a cursed newborn –”

“Terrible word choice.”

“These eyes can fully read her … but it still feels like she's hiding something.”

“Everyone’s entitled to have secrets.”

Only a week has gone by and already you were part of the IT crowd.

Clad in your new uniform, you had walked out of the combini with Nanami on one side and Haibara on the other, plastic bags of popsicles in hand as your senpais tasked you three with buying them, passing them out as you plopped a (favorite flavor) popsicle in your mouth.

Haibara got chummy with you, chattering about anything right away with his coconut soaked lips madly while Nanami commented here and there with those lemon lips but looking at ease with you two there.

Gojo chuckled, dumping his popsicle and wrapper into the nearby trash can. “How interesting~ This'll be fun~”

Despite barely meeting the qualifications of becoming a sorcerer, you gave off such a comforting assuring presence.

Everyone flocked to you. The curious, genuine soul amiss the cursed chaos that is this kind of life. Among this crew. A rare special enigma …

“L/n-chan~ Walk with me~ Talk with me~Adore me~!” Gojo appeared before you, floating right there, embracing you in a squeeze.

Burning face aside, the word slipped out before you could process it.

“No.”

Haibara's gasp, Nanami coughing out a snort in his fist, Shoko's kiwi glossed smirk, and Geto's surprised but amused face were all a pale contrast to Gojo's guffawed face as he shook you, oblivious to how your insides fluttered so damn much from his actions.

“Huh!? Why not!? I'm your senpai! The strongest one there is! You have to do what I say!”

“You and Geto-senpai are the strongest together, you hurtful baka.” You reminded the prime fact that has been etched in your mind and soul.

Geto's pink dusted cheeks made him that much more dashing in your eyes as he pulled you out of Gojo's arms. “Thank you, L/n-chan.” He then smacked Gojo upside the head. “Baka.”

“Suguru, I didn't mean that! Forgive me!’ The albino shredded waterfalls, embracing the stewing teen who easily broke free from the lanky grip.

You hurried over to hide behind Geto's bulky frame, peaking out at Gojo before blinking up at Geto with those anticipated e/c eyes earning an enriching laugh from him. “Yosh yosh~” Geto patted your head to your bashful self. “Forgive him. He's still learning the mundane ways of decency.”

Haibara and Gojo gasped dramatically in unison, Nanami looked cross eyed at the escalating nonsense, and Shoko took another popsicle in.

“You're just as bad as me, ya know.” Gojo poked him insistently in the cheek.

“Satoru, your prideful obnoxiousness isn't gonna win her over.” Geto lightly smacked his hand aside.

“It won you over, didn't it~?”

Gojo's sly smirk and Geto's flaming face had Haibara raspily squealing, Nanami covering his mouth to stop that noise, Shoko giving a bland whoop call and you this close to getting a nosebleed.

“Come on, Suguru~ Flex them muscles and brains for our sweet kouhai if you're so confident like you do for me~” Gojo flirted.

“We shouldn't overwhelm her right off the bat you idiot!” Geto hissed.

“What is happening?” Nanami was mortified.

“Our senpai are so brazen … it's inspiring!” Haibara was starry-eyed, seeing nothing wrong.

“The moronic couple have broken their own world record.” Shoko hummed as she was recording with her phone to show Utahime later.

Blue and almond clashed when a supple soft form appeared between the two, taking each of their hands in your own, tugging on them just to get them to hold hands themselves. “Don't fight because of me. Please.”

Arrows pierced the pair's hearts; red dusting from cheeks to their ears, with light in their eyes at the supportive small softie that is you.

“Kawaii~” Gojo hummed.

“Angelic~” Geto breathed out, stunned.

“Stubborn but reasonable … I like you.” Shoko laughed a bit; her popsicle stuck in between her lips instead, pulling you out from between them, hugging you from behind. “Maybe I'll keep you for me and Utahime-senpai to share.”

. . .

“Eh?”

Moving pictures flashed in your mind for a moment.

Holding their hands.

Being carried away in their arms.

Laugher ringing out through the bright scene.

They came in so quick.

They were gone the next.

“Eto?” Your dot eyes blinked dubiously.

“We call dibs on her, Shoko! Right Suguru!?”

“Wha – ?”

“Damn it, fine.”

You yelped as they each took an arm of yours and easily pulled you out of Shoko's hold, using their arms to carry you in their own makeshift arm throne, running fast enough to leave dust in their wake.

“Suck it Shoko!” Gojo hollered over his shoulder.

“I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested! Sorry Shoko!” Geto yelled back in a jumble.

“Everyone!” Your panicked yell echoed along with their manic laughter as you three blinked out of view.

“GoGe throuple it is. Damn it.” She didn't sound too upset as she sent the recording to her bae before taking the bags you dropped amidst the chaos as she followed their path.

“Our senpai are idiots.” Nanami's head dipped in shame as he followed.

“But bold! I like it!” Oh Haibara, always the optimist.

As the winds blew hard and the sun gleamed for the optimistic future that laid ahead of you, you were suddenly lowered down. Your heart was ready to soar out of your chest.

The vision came true.

But chalking it up as coincidence would be best suited until more came into fruition to confirm their legitimacy.

Perhaps then, using them as a guide would help reveal the missing pieces in the puzzle that is you. How you came to be here. These newfound abilities of yours that were steadily growing as we speak. And your otherworldly charm that lures everyone in. These two especially.

Tilting his shades up to rest on his head, Gojo's eyes twinkled with deviousness as he cheekily giggled. “Y/n~ How lucky you are to have two strong senpai looking after you~”

“While part of me still finds this insane, I suppose being Jujutsu sorcerers in training entitles us to embrace the craziness. Right, Y/n-chan~?” Geto's toothy smirk made you just as nervous as it did anticipating what's to come.

You gave off steam as you hid your burning red face in your hands, earning you breathy laughs from those two as they waved at your fellow schoolmates that were finally catching up to them.

What a way to start things off.

[captcas]

Worth Fighting For [12/?]

WORTH FIGHTING FOR by capthamm

Killian “Hook” Jones is a dominate up and comer in the UFC while Emma “The Savior” Swan’s career was cut short. When Hook’s manager moves up and the office brings in UFC’s youngest legend to keep him in check, will either of them be able to handle it?

read on ao3 // tumblr: ch 1/ ch 2 / ch 3 / ch 4 / ch 5 / ch 6 / ch 7 / ch 8 / ch 9 / ch 10 / ch 11 [Chapter 12/?]

The three weeks between that and Killian’s fight flew at lightspeed. Between training (together), press conferences (together), and general life (also, together), Emma found herself spending almost every moment with Killian without really knowing what hit her.

He wove himself into her life with an ease she would’ve found scary if she wasn’t so damn happy.

After meeting, Killian and Henry begged to be together daily. It started with short bursts– lunch here, a trip to the park there– and eventually it became week long movie nights with the three of them cuddled up on the couch. Any thought she had of slowing things down was abruptly erased by Henry’s overall excitement just to be with Killian.

The night the two of them fell asleep together in Henry’s bed mid-bedtime story was the proverbial nail in the coffin.

That’s how she finds herself sitting outside the locker room killing time before Killian has to prep for weigh-ins. Henry was already in their seats, Ruby keeping an eye on him while he oogles at the stage being constructed. Emma has been able to mostly ignore the reality of tonight– and tomorrow night– by managing Killian’s social accounts and keeping Regina off her back. (Let’s just say her boss doesn’t know the full extent of their relationship and Emma would like to keep it that way at least until this weekend is over and not just because even she doesn’t know the full extent.)

Emma hears the announcer call for fighters to the locker rooms and it snaps her out of her own thoughts. 

Killian has to go. They– mostly Emma– have been dreading this night since the moment they found out it was Neal. It was only three weeks ago, but somehow everything has changed and it feels like a different lifetime. Killian must have resigned to his fate as well, “Duty calls, love.” He kisses her on the forehead and she leans into the contact. Emma nods but is reluctant to remove her arms from their comfortable spot on his hips. She’s about to wish him luck when he pulls a long silver chain from his pocket. Dangling from the end is a beautiful ring– rubies set with diamonds across a twisted silver band.

Oh shit.

“Whoa. Whoa, whoa, wh–”

He rolls his eyes, “Calm down, Swan. I’m not proposing.”

She nods with a tight smile, ignoring the rush of disappointment that floods her mind. It’s barely been a month, she should not be disappointed. He smirks, probably reading her like a book per usual, but continues anyway, “You know I’m good at surviving the octagon, yeah? Well, this ring is why. I’ve had it for many years, it’s the reason I’m alive. The reason I’m here today.”

“Killian–”

“I want you to have it this weekend. Keep a piece of me with you. Tomorrow may be a bloody awful night for me but I can’t imagine the war raging behind those beautiful eyes of yours, love.” He brushes a small piece of hair off the apple of her cheek before placing the ring carefully in her hand. She clutches it tightly before pressing up on her toes to place a gentle kiss against his lips.

“Thank you.”

He smiles, something bright and happy that reaches his eyes but is reserved for her, “Don’t mention it, Swan. I’ve got all the luck I need right here.” He squeezes her waist, eliciting a small giggle as he focuses in on a slight ticklish spot. Killian kisses her temple once more before they finally part.

“Go get him, Jones.” She can’t help the grin that spreads across her face despite the potential danger Killian is walking into.

He turns back to respond, “Aye, love. Tomorrow night, that’s the plan. It’s only weigh-ins, what could go wrong?” With a wink and a smirk he heads into the locker room and Emma notices the ring still clutched tightly in her fist. Taking it gently, Emma places it over her neck, the weight of the ring heavy atop her chest.

It feels like a lifeline.

Emma takes a deep breath before cracking her neck and slipping into her very real position as Killian’s PR manager. Henry is here tonight, so despite her job, she figures she should check on him first– that is if he hasn’t already tried to come find her. As she walks out from behind the stage she bumps into someone solid. Nausea hits her like a freight train as a familiar scent takes over. The hands on her shoulders seer like fire and she looks up only on instinct.

She swears her blood runs cold at the sound of his voice, “Ems?”

Before she can react, another familiar voice cuts through blood rushing in her ears, “Mom?”

Emma can feel the indent of the ring carving itself into the palm of her hand as she realizes what’s about to happen. Maybe lifeline was an understatement? She reached for the ring instinctively as she realized the moment she had hoped would never come was hovering right in front of her.

She closes her eyes and hears Killian’s voice in her head, “ You can do this, Swan.”

Somehow that’s all the push she needs. Turning to Henry, she ignores the close proximity of his father. “Henry! You were supposed to wait by the seats.”

Her eyes never leave her son. “I was going to but Ruby said I could get popcorn and when I heard them call Hook back I figured you’d be coming out soon so I figured I’d wait for you.” He turns to Neal. “Oh my god, you’re The Fire !!!!”

Neal looks like he’s been tased. Emma pleads with him telepathically to ignore the fact that this is his unmistakably his son.

She never was good at telepathy.

“I am! And you must be Henry.” Neal smiles at him and then turns to Emma for confirmation– she nods slightly despite him barely deserving that. Henry’s eyes light up.

“Did Hook tell you about me?! Mom, do you know Neal Cassidy, too?!” Neal’s eyes turn from amusement to confusion before he turns to Emma.

“Hook?” The word sounds like poison as it cuts across the space between him and Emma.

Henry speaks before Emma can form an explanation, “Yeah! Killian is my mom’s client. She helps him run his Twitter and stuff. Does she do that for you too?”

Oh yeah, client, right.  

Neal gives her one more look before turning back to Henry, “Nope, not for me. Your mom and I are just old friends.” Acid. He sounds like he’s spitting acid. Emma has to choke back a scoff.

How did Emma ever fall for this shit?

“Oh, Killian and mom are friends too. He’s over pretty much every night. I think he likes me better though.” Emma can’t stop a smile from breaking out across her face. She grabs Henry and pulls him in for a hug.

“I think you’re right, kid.” Emma’s eyes meet Neal’s and he’s about to speak when a trainer comes up behind him and whisks him away. Something in his gaze tells her that this conversation isn’t over, but he says bye to Henry who waves before completely moving on to the veteran athletes he saw while waiting in the concession lines. Once he’s out of sight Emma takes a moment to focus her breathing— the cool temperature of Killian’s gift against her thumb effectively grounding her.

This ring really is a godsend– or maybe that’s just the man who gave it to her.

. . .

Killian is sitting in the middle of the sparring gym when he hears his moniker called by an unfamiliar voice. Whoever it is sounds angry. It’s weigh-ins so this level of hostility is usually a show for the cameras, but it’s also usually reserved for fighters who actually know each other.

“Killian Jones.” The use of his full name causes Killian to stand, coming face to face with Neal. He’s only seen him in photos and on tape, but he’d recognize him anywhere. Ice fills Killian’s veins before turning to white hot rage. He’s got half a mind to knock him flat on his arse but knows better than to fight outside the ring.

He opts for civility instead, “Ah, you must be Mr. Cassidy.” Killian squares with him, sizing him up. Despite his clearly trained stature, Killian knows Neal is a coward.

No man who gives up a boy like Henry could be anything less.

“Stay away from my son.”

That was not what Killian expected, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Neal is fired up for some reason or another. Killian can’t imagine why, unless– Emma .

Neal must’ve ran into Emma and Henry before coming back. Killian drops the niceties, “ Your son? I believe there’s a hefty packet of legal papers that says quite the opposite, mate.”  

He watches the rage fill up Neal’s face and his arm begin to form a fist. As Killian responds, Neal’s trainer is coming up behind him. “Not here, Cassidy. Save it for the octagon.”

As the trainer pulls Neal away, Killian doesn’t let the wash of relief exit in a sigh, but he feels it all the same. Neal turns to him once more,“We’ll settle this tomorrow, Jones. You don’t get to steal my life.”  He clearly has a compulsory need for having the last word.

Too bad so does Killian.

As Neal approaches the door separating their designated gyms, Killian calls out once more, “It’s not stealing when you give them up in the first place. Finders keepers, mate.” He winks as Neal crosses into the other room, his trainers keeping him pointed in the right direction.

That’s when Robin walks up behind Killian, “What the hell was that about? I thought you two didn’t even know each other.”

“A man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets, Robin. It seems Mr. Cassidy is regretting his choice not to fight.” Killian turns to his best friend and finds only understanding in his eyes.

Robin claps his hand onto Killian’s shoulder, “Kick his ass, Jones.”

Nodding, Killian straps his gloves on. “My plan precisely, boss.”

...

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[rainbowwing251]

It took a while for me to come up with all of these, but now that we have a little more information on the six protagonists in Xenoblade 3, I’ve decided to post a some headcanons for them!

Just like the headcanons I made on everyone’s position on the lee-ler-switch spectrum, these headcanons could change as more information comes out about these six characters. For now, however, this is what I have for everyone.

I’m putting these under a “Read More” just in case this post gets a bit too long.

I’m updating the headcanons I previously made for Mio and Eunie. My headcanon for Mio’s position on the lee-ler-switch spectrum is now a ler-leaning switch, and Eunie is now a pure ler. The headcanons I made for Noah, Lanz, Taion, and Sena remain the same for the time being.

From the most ticklish to the least ticklish, we have:

Noah

Sena

Mio

Eunie

Taion/Lanz

Taion/Lanz

I don’t have a specific placement for Taion and Lanz because I have no clue if Lanz would be ticklish in the first place. Judging by his appearance, he might not be ticklish at all due to his mechanical body (or at least, it looks like a mechanical body. Maybe he’s related to the Machina from XC1 somehow?).

If he is ticklish, however, I think he would be in fifth place, which would make Taion the least ticklish out of the six protagonists.

According to Lanz’s character bio, him and Noah are childhood friends. Given this information, I don’t think anyone would be surprised to know that these two get into tickle fights All. The. Time.

I use the term “tickle fight” VERY loosely, because 99% of the time (or 100% of the time if Lanz isn’t ticklish), it’s just Lanz tickling the shit out of Noah.

Eunie will occasionally join in on Noah and Lanz’s tickle fights, usually so she and Lanz can work together to tickle Noah into hysterics.

There are times where Lanz and Noah will team up to tickle Eunie, but this rarely ever happens, mainly because Eucine will somehow find a way to tickle Noah and convince Lanz to help her tickle him.

Regardless of whether or not Noah is related to Shulk, he does share a weak spot with him, that being his stomach.

Noah can not take tummy tickles AT ALL. He’s just too sensitive there!

Hell, you don’t even have to tickle his belly if you want to make him laugh! You could put your hand on his stomach and not even move it an inch, and he’d still fall into a giggle fit.

Of course, everyone in the main party loves to take advantage of this. They mainly use this weakness of his to lift his spirits after he comes back from his duties as an off-seer, but they can also use this to their advantage should they get into an argument with him (both Lanz and Eucine can confirm that this works. Both of them have used this strategy multiple times in the past).

Noah has two other weakness: raspberries and feathers. He absolutely can not handle either one of these, especially if they’re used on his belly.

Similarly to Noah and Lanz, Mio and Sena will often get into tickle fights. Unlike Noah and Lanz, however, there’s a 50-50 chance of either one of them winning, even though Sena is physically stronger than Mio.

Unless of course Taion shows up, which in that case, both of them will lose.

Mio and Sena share a tickle spot with each other, that being their Core Crystals.

Taion is a downright EVIL ler. He will learn all your worst spots, and he will find all of your weaknesses. He will then proceed to come with a way to make his lees a giggly mess by combining the above information together. He’s a tactician, what more did you expect?

Long story short, don’t fuck with Taion. He will wreck your shit.

[iustine]

Hello :) Since I won’t be able to draw for some time I decided to play around with doll-makers and create my Speaker and Seer from @speakergame​. So here they are Nev Delaney and Gwen Delaney once again XD (I haven’t used any doll-maker for last 6 years, so I really hope they look good).

Oh, and if somebody is wondering then Nev is 5'3 and ½, only slighty shorter than her twin. I headcanon that during childhood she used to be taller than Gwen and Li, but later they outgrew her. She and Gwen also used to dress the same and cause mayhem during school years XD

I wanted to replay Speaker once again before demo updates, but this time I also saved her stats:

Personality:

Aloof: 7%

Cordial: 29%

Impudent: 21%

Bold: 37% /// Reserved: 63%

Skills:

Charm: 17%

Finesse: 0%

Knowledge: 8%

Intuition: 17%

I have mixed feelings about her stats XD. I fear that she will fail a lot of stat checks, but at the same time I played choosing what Nev herself would - And I loved it tremendously. Normally I try to min/max a little, but it takes some fun out of playing.

I should be happy that her skills are spread over 3 stats and not all 4 XD But to be perfecly honest, she is bad at finesse XD So 0 suits her a lot. 

And there is no way that she won’t go drawing with Gwen, Li and Aubrey at the end of chapter 1 (I know I can go intuition way and hope for the best, but drawing with her favourite people calls to her).

She and Li were best friends during childhood and I like to think she actually used to draw with little Aubrey in the past. (Gwen also can draw nicely, but she isn’t so much into it, so she has less practice. Nev would also urge Li to draw with them, but I am still not sure how weak for her puppy eyes is he XD).

I also have a headcanon that she abhors coffee XD I believe that Liam scarred her for life with his XD She got even since while being near her he must be constantly vigilant for tickle attacks (she is not very ticklish, she will laugh only because she will have fun). Now when I think about it I wonder which one of them started it and which one got even XD

I like to think that Nev drank coffee Li gave her during the Witch route while looking at him with narrowed eyes, accepting the challenge.

When it comes to the RO it will probably be Liam, but I am still thinking about going the friendship route instead. (I can’t decide if I prefer them flirting or teasing and joking together XD) She didn’t have crush on Li, but she is able to think about starting a romantic relationship with him, only because of their close friendship in the past (so it can be equivalent in some roundabout way XD)

And here is Gwen :) I am actually very happy with her look. I gave her camera, because I headcanon photography as her hobby to Nev’s drawing. 

I love thinking that twins often go together on “forest outings” to just spend some time together in tranquility. Gwen walks around with doggie taking photos of landscape, while Nev sits comfortably sketching the surroundings. I also enjoy the thought that Nev smetimes uses Gwen’s photos as models for her sketches. I hope they will start taking Az with them at some point :)

Oh and I have a song that I really like that reminds me about the sisters. It’s “King and Lionheart” by Of Monsters and Men. I like to think that they are interchangeably each other’s king and lionheart depending on the situation.

I will end it here, because if I wanted to write all my headcanons about them it would take me hours XD I really love them and can’t wait for next part of this great story.

[audikatia]

The Raven Cycle AU where everything is the same except one tiny detail about each character: 1/6 AU where instead of a kiss, Blue’s high five kills her true love.

If Blue was to high five her true love, he would die.

—

“There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark’s Eve, Blue. Either you’re his true love,” Neeve said, “or you high fived him.”

—

A moment passed, both of them motionless. She needed to tell him that he couldn’t high five her — just in case he was her true love — but how could she? How could she tell a boy that before she even knew if he wanted to high five her at all?

—

Noah leaned toward her. Blue felt a thrill for a half a second. No, more like a quarter second. Because after that she felt the too-firm press of his clammy hand. His palm mashed her hand until her wrist bent back. The entire thing was at once slimy and ticklish and hilarious.

—

“I wish you could be high fived, Jane,” he said. “Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.” He flailed an arm toward the stars. “And then we’d never say anything about it again.”

—

He whispered, “It’ll be OK. I’m ready. Blue, high five me.”