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[tickle-bugs]

Justice League Headcanons

So...yeah. Blame @fickle-tiction and @fanficsandfluff but I can’t get JL out of my head. I know next to nothing in terms of canon and I only enjoy a handful of DC movies, so this is the beginning of what I am calling the BEU (Bug Extended Universe). 

Essentially, in the words of Nick Fury, ‘I recognize your canon, but seeing as it’s a stupid-ass canon, I have elected to ignore it :)’. A mish-mash of everything I’ve learned about DC through osmosis and my own personal vibe checks :)

This is absurdly long so everything is under the cut:

Clark Kent

- Superman? NO, Superdork. 

- He’s extremely clumsy. If he wasn’t as fast as a speeding bullet he’d get his ass handed to him ten times over. He has two left feet. 

- He has a sweet tooth like no one’s business. Lois once found him perched on the kitchen counter at 3 am eating the donuts she brought home from work. 

- Super playful and affectionate! King of bear hugs! Country boy I love youuuuuuu

- Curses like a sailor. Do you really think Clark ‘Smallville, Kansas’ Kent is wholesome? He stubbed his toe once and yelled FUCK so loud that the windows vibrated. Everyone who isn’t in the league thinks he’s a boyscout but the league knows the truth. 

- Forgets about his powers a lot. He has been known to run through walls/take doors off their hinges when he’s excited. 

- Goblin. He loves messing with Bruce and roping Barry into his schemes. 

- Clark being ticklish is actually smth that can be so personal? His laugh is so loud and he always goes ‘sorry’ and tries to be quieter but it does NOT work. He has flight instincts more than fight instincts so he often starts unconsciously floating away when he’s tickled it’s so cute. He giggles a lot and he’s not particularly embarrassed by it.

- Do NOT get me started on ler Clark I could write a dissertation. He is SO playful and teasy but also sweet? He definitely is the type to laugh along with his lee. He definitely allows any sort of retaliation/fighting back like,,, if you manage to crawl away it’s because he let you, and if he wants too, he can be very mean and immovable.

- Bruce and Barry are his favorite targets. He doesn’t go after Diana because, frankly, he doesn’t have a death wish. He loves to cause problems on purpose by squeezing Arthur’s side and then blaming it on Barry. (Hal Jordan isn’t in the DCEU Justice League but I wish he was...they’d be partners in crime <3)

Bruce Wayne

- Okay let’s clarify some things: he’s not actually an asshole. He can be abrasive and snarky but he’s more towards the sarcastic gruff side vs straight-up mean.

- A lot of people think he’s genuinely an asshole/disconnected rich guy because he has a terrible habit of zoning out/interrupting people? Bruce actually just has intense ADHD that he refuses to get diagnosed, no matter how much Alfred pushes him. He doesn’t care what people think about him and he’s mostly learned how to manage it, so he leaves it alone.

- That being said, his friendship with Barry has me :’) Yes, he thinks Barry’s a pest (affectionate), but they share a few science-related hyperfixations (robotics, chemical engineering, etc). They can frequently be found holed up in the Batcave with a week’s worth of food and caffeine, and they’re just....tinkering. Watching them at work is amazing because as much as they annoy each other, they respect each other :)

- He’s 100% a cat person. He doesn’t have a problem with dogs, he just prefers cats. He feeds the strays that hang out around the Manor all the time...

-...which Alfred begs him not to do, because Bruce is severely allergic. He thinks he can power through the allergies until one of the stray cats does the face-headbump thing and he’s incapacitated emotionally and physically for the rest of the day. 

- He severely restrains his emotions but like...catch him on a good day or in a good mood and he’ll smile and laugh, especially in friendly company. He just generally believes in maintaining a poker face so no one can read him. 

- Not to be disrespectful but...thighs. I am Looking. 

- Bruce has a wonderful laugh. He’s not much of a giggler tbh but he has this open, clear, slightly scratchy kinda laugh (his voice is permanently hoarse from the Batman Voice). It’s so lovely. He has a habit of covering his mouth bc he’s embarrassed of his smile but if he finds something very funny he’ll laugh openly. 

- Thee Batman is ticklish and he...doesn’t hate it? Like of course he protests ten ways from Sunday but he more minds the ‘guys stop you’re ruining my dark and brooding facade’ bit. He hates being teased though and he will throw hands. 

- Circling back to the emotions thing, he’s very good at controlling his reactions, which means he has thoroughly convinced everyone he’s not ticklish. Except Clark, stupidly perceptive Clark, because he can hear Bruce’s heartbeat and see the way he clenches his jaw to avoid smiling. 

Diana Prince

- WIFEY!!!!! 

- Diana is hilarious okay? She’s just...so fucking funny. Her jokes never miss. You wouldn’t think she’s the quippy type, but she is, and she’s damn good at it. In a distant alternate universe, Peter Parker senses a rival. 

- Loves fresh fruit, but especially strawberries? She makes frequent trips to the local farmer’s market. 

- She also has a raging sweet tooth. She and Clark work together to steal sweets and buy snacks. 

- Will not back down from a challenge, ever. It’s kinda a problem.

- She has such a sweet laugh :’) It’s so bouncy and melodic and she scrunches her nose. She WILL snort and it’s the cutest thing ever. Yes she’s ticklish, but no one gets more than five seconds of laughter out of her before she turns the tables. 

- World’s meanest ler. Not only is she frequently on the prowl, she is near-ruthless, especially if she’s been baited. Once she sets her sights on someone, she won’t rest until she’s heard their laugh. 

- Diana is very mischievous and loves hearing her friends laugh. It’s impossible to be in her vicinity for more than five minutes without at LEAST a few pokes. She is not above just,,, random tickles either. 

- Nails. That is all. 

Arthur Curry

- Why are his tiddies always out? Someone please explain.

- The most targeted for pranks ever. Diana especially. Something about him just attracts goblinism. 

- He’s coming for Clark’s bear hugger crown. He picks people up so often that they’re just used to it now. 

- Playfighting and roughhousing is his love language. He absolutely loves wrestling with anyone who’ll humor him. He and Diana frequently tussle because they’re both good sports about it (Bruce is a little bit of a sore loser. Just a smidge). 

- Thinks he can get away with anything, which is decidedly not true. He just nopes his way out of the room and everyone’s like D:< get back here and atone for your sins!!! But Arthur’s already in the Pacific Ocean. 

- I like to think he’s ticklish, just not super ticklish y’know? He probably has a couple hidden spots that make him lose it though. Like he’ll definitely laugh and fall over, but he can and will fight back. Oh boy, will he fight back. 

- Batman: No fear.

Diana and Arthur sneaking up behind him:

Batman: One fear. 

- Y’know that picture of Jason Momoa sneaking up behind Henry Cavill on the red carpet? That is extremely relevant. Arthur loves to sneak up behind people and just...take them down. 

- Thinks Barry is annoying (affectionate) and the two of them are constantly chasing each other around. Barry is fast but Arthur’s strong (and wayy less ticklish than Barry)

- Physical affection!! He always has his arms around someone’s shoulders or something. He’s just a touchy kind of guy :)

Barry Allen

- Speedy boy! ADHD king! Sometimes his thoughts are also at superspeed, which means he talks way too fast and no one can understand him? But Bruce speaks fluent Barry and he translates often (though not without a labored sigh beforehand). 

- Physically affectionate but casual about it? He likes to play with people’s hands while he’s talking, bump shoulders with whoever he’s next to, etc. He doesn’t really realize he does it either. It’s not uncommon for him to be talking to Clark or Diana and they just...unconsciously give him their hand before he reaches for it.

- Okay so y’know how Bruce feeds the strays? Who do you think lets them in the first place? Barry has tried to adopt every stray he comes across, and when Alfred inevitably says no, Barry runs them to the shelter himself :’)

- Gifting is his love language!!! If he sees anything that remotely reminds him of his friends, he brings it to them. 

- He likes to hang out with Victor because he’s quiet, but doesn’t mind when Barry rambles, which he tends to do quite often. Barry will catch himself rambling and trail off, but Victor will encourage him to keep going, because he’s listening. 

- Thee Pillsbury Doughboy. Just these high-pitched, bouncy, frantic giggles that only get worse and eventually morph into cackles. He hiccups a lot too :’)

- Okay so he’s not a flailer but he’s super squirmy. Barry will cling onto his ler’s arms just to hold onto something. He kicks his legs too (he does this when he’s not being tickled either, if he laughs and he’s sitting somewhere he kicks). He also just constantly tries to crawl away. If he isn’t pinned down he will drag himself to safety. He also has a habit of curling up :’)

- Absolutely invented the speed-tickle. He actually doesn’t often use his powers (unless he’s chasing down Clark, because Clark isn’t above breaking the sound barrier to escape). He’s just got incredible hand-eye coordination and precision. His hands will be absolutely everywhere and he is so teasy about it. 

- Tries not to start fights he can’t finish, but he always gets roped into Clark’s mischief and gets targeted with revenge tickles. 

- He has tickled Clark once. It was incredible, amazing, showstopping, spectacular. Literally his crowning achievement. Did Clark absolutely destroy him afterwards? Yes, but it was so worth it. 

Victor Stone

- Quiet and stoic, but he’s always preferred listening and interjecting with a joke or two. 

- Closest with Barry and Diana, but he’s making an effort to bond with everyone.

- Unfortunately not ticklish :( I like to think soft touches on his face will make him smile and lean away, but it’s not going to get a laugh from him.

- Doesn’t often get involved in tickly shenanigans, but when he does, he surprises everyone with how much fun he has. A different, warmer side of him comes out when he’s among his friends.

- He’s a hugger! Definitely awkward about it, but he loves hugs and just...holding his friends. 

- He collects hoodies. He can’t really feel them when he’s wearing them, but he likes them and the idea of it. Barry seems to slip him a new hoodie every week. Victor has no idea where he gets them from but he’s not complaining. 

- He is an enabler. He will look at Bruce like :| “no, I don’t know where Barry and Clark are, nor do I no what they’re planning” But they’re literally right behind Bruce, about to squeeze his sides. 

- That being said, he won’t do that with Diana. If she asks where they are, he’ll subtly nod his head in their direction. Even in jest, he will never lie to her. Which makes him Thee person to avoid when Diana’s on her mischievous streaks.

[cas-kingdom]

Mister Morning

A/N: Well, this is an Aquaman fic, but it’s completely Vulko x reader (who is Arthur’s sister, as she is in all my Aquaman fics. I’ve made him a little younger to fit it better. As for the ‘AUness’, let’s just say that Atlanna kept Tom a secret a lot longer than she did in the movie, and that resulted in two children instead of one).

I’m not sure how many will read this because of that, but I can promise you it’s FULL of fluff. ;) Vulko is quite honestly my favourite DC character, so I still would have written this even if I knew it wouldn’t get a response, but either way, it’s here, and I hope you enjoy! :D

Title: Mister Morning

Summary: The worst thing about being Princess of Atlantis is the godawful time Vulko wakes you up at in the morning to train on the beach.

Words: 3302

A huge breath of air was forced from your lungs as you fell face-first on the sand. The cold, wet sand. Eyes squeezed shut, you groaned loudly before coughing, spitting out a mouthful of beach. The feeling of something hard and cool resting against the base of your neck did not help quench your mood, either.  

“Dead.”

You opened your eyes purely to roll them before feeling the trident move away from your neck and turning over onto your back. Your hands reached up to shield your eyes from the blinding sun as you glared harshly at your opponent, who had since stepped back and was readying himself to fight once again. “For the fourth time in half an hour,” you ground out.  

“It was five yesterday.”

Rolling your eyes once again, you heaved yourself up, but did not move any further than a sitting position. Your own trident was lying beside you, but your gritty hands did not reach over to pick it up. “Yippee for me,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice like the water droplets from your hair, “Princess of Atlantis, here I come.”

“You’re already the Princess of Atlantis.” He moved forward, nudging the trident closer to you with a bare foot. “Come on, now. Let’s go again.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I know you don’t. But you need to.”

“Says who?”

“Says everyone with sense.” He tilted his head forward slightly, a dark eyebrow raised, and you found yourself groaning yet again before falling – quite dramatically – back into the sand.

“Vulkooo.”

The King’s chief advisor sighed, sending a quick prayer to whoever was listening and absently asking them to give you a dose of willpower. And perhaps a touch of confidence, too. For the sister of a king, you sure were lacking in both those departments, though he supposed it had something to do with the fact that you really just weren’t the royal type, if there even was one. Where Arthur had discovered his powers quite young and was consequently able to train and practice more, you’d been busy on land, going to school and hanging out with your friends... all things a normal teenager would be doing. Nevertheless, you most definitely were not a normal teenager. Of course, you’d always known you’d shared your brother’s powers – whatever those were – but you’d never quite taken to making use of them. Now that you were older, however, and your roles as Princess were only increasing, so were your responsibilities.

Apparently staying alive was one of those responsibilities, or so training seemed to present the idea of. It was doubtful that anything similar to the whole Orm fiasco would happen again, but you supposed it was understandable how a princess who didn’t know how to defend herself or how to properly hold a trident wouldn’t be very beneficial to the Kingdom.

Still.

It didn’t mean you had to like it.

Vulko turned his head and glanced across the sea, watching the waves roll in for a moment before averting his gaze to the almost fully risen sun. The only reason he’d placed your training sessions first thing in the morning was so that you’d be able to enjoy the rest of the day without the dreaded ‘sparring with the fish’ (as you so eloquently put it) looming over you like a storm cloud. Apparently, however, he’d taken Arthur’s comment of ‘you know, lie-ins are her entire existence and she seriously will not appreciate you waking her at such a shitty time as half-past six’ as an understatement.

It most certainly had not been an understatement.  

Returning his gaze back down to the ground, he wondered briefly if your sudden silence meant you’d fallen asleep. He wouldn’t have been surprised.

He walked up to you, crossing his arms over his chest once he’d stopped. “You’re not sleeping,” he said, posing it as both a question and as a way of telling you it was not happening.

“I wasn’t,” you said, “but stay right about there and I will be soon. You’re blocking the sun perfectly.”

“A good sense of humour isn’t a necessary characteristic of the Princess of Atlantis,” Vulko told you, twisting his trident around and poking you in the stomach with its hilt. You jolted in surprise and opened your eyes to glare up at him.

“Yeah, well, it’s the only good characteristic I have.” It was nothing more than a grumble, but Vulko heard it nonetheless as you begrudgingly heaved yourself up and onto your feet, rubbing your hands to attempt to free them of the wet sand before grabbing your trident and dragging your feet over to stand a little way apart from him. The stance you proceeded to get yourself into was a lousy one, even you knew that, but when you glanced up and looked over to the man, he was surprisingly letting the smallest of smiles grace his lips. Visibly deflating, you heaved a sigh and glared at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” Vulko replied, righting his trident and stepping to the side, “you’re just very endearing when you’re half asleep.”

“I wonder whose fault that is.”

“Certainly not mine.” He stood as he had done before, and you mirrored him.

“Sure it isn’t, Mister ‘get up, dressed, and meet me outside in ten minutes’. I mean, ten minutes? As if waking me up at half six every damn morning isn’t enough! Just because you can get up early doesn’t mean I can.” You huffed in annoyance as his little smile grew. “Do you know what? I’m just not gonna get up next time.”

“Tomorrow.”

“I’m just not gonna get up to- tomorrow?” You stared at him wide-eyed. “What happened to training every two days?”

Vulko crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you. “Well, I don’t see why it matters considering you’re apparently not going to get up.” He rose a dark eyebrow as you seemed to realise you had, in actuality, said that and completely sobered your expression. In all honesty, the both of you knew he would indeed get you up the next morning if that was what he wished. Despite your defiant streak, he had known you since you were a baby, holding you in his arms while Arthur practiced his own training on the exact beach you were on now, and building sand castles with the both of you after he was done. He’d taught you to swim, how to catch your first fish without a fishing rod… he was a father to you in all but name, and you a daughter to him. Getting you up in the morning was not a difficulty for him and he was, quite frankly, very experienced in the matter.

“Why tomorrow?” you asked almost meekly, an underlying hint of a whine in your voice.

“Because by the time we have to go back to eat breakfast, we’ll have barely done anything this session. Tomorrow’s will make up for that.” He looked at you, almost daring you to challenge him on that, and was greatly satisfied when you sighed in defeat and moved back into position, holding your trident out like he’d taught you and schooling your expression to look more… well. Like you didn’t currently want to curl up in a corner and sleep.

“There we go!” Vulko grinned, and he gave you a wink that almost made you break. He waited until you were ready – or at least as ready as you could possibly be – before attacking.

Training you was different to how he had trained Arthur, and so he was often learning things from your sessions as much as you were. Arthur had had lessons on using his trident, among martial-arts and other fighting techniques, from quite a young age, purely because he was the heir to Atlantis. He seemed to have adopted many of your mother’s traits – those being all the ones that came with being an Atlantean; super speed, super strength, increased vision… you had them all, of course, but you clearly took after your father more in that those traits seemed to be coming at you a lot slower than they had Arthur. Perhaps that was why you disliked training so much. That and other things. You’d always been a little less interested in the royalty side of your life, preferring to stay on land, but, as your brother liked to say so often: ‘the fish people need their princess as much as they need their king.’

So, he was going a lot slower with you, taking things at your own pace and only increasing it when he believed you were able. Orm had been defeated five months ago, and he’d taken up your training a few weeks after at both Arthur’s request and his own decision. It was going to take more time, he knew that, and it was lucky really that he was patient, because you certainly weren’t.

"Left, left, block, right, and block again- good! Very good, Y/N!” You couldn’t stop the slight smile at his praise once you’d successfully blocked his trident with your own before pushing hard and causing him to take a step back. Shoving your wet hair away from your face, you jumped back into position and waited for him once again. In all honesty, once you got started, it wasn’t as terrible as you made it out to be, and Vulko was well aware of that fact. Arthur had been the exact same.

The two of you continued for a time, blocking and parrying and sparring, and, after you’d fallen to the mercy of his trident about four or so times – an improvement, he assured you – he finally decided that perhaps this time, you really had had enough.

Smiling down at you from where you were lying, panting on the sand after being knocked over, he lifted his trident and tossed it to the ground. You made no move as he came to sit beside you, stretching his legs out and glancing back over at the sun, which had risen a considerable amount since the last time he’d looked over.

“Done?” He turned his head down to where you were staring at him, chest still rising heavily with each breath.

“For today.”

“Ah, praise be to whoever was listening out there!”

“And what exactly did you say to this ‘whoever’?”

“That I need help because a crazy old fish had dragged me out of bed at an ungodly hour and then proceeded to force me to throw a three-pointed stick around on the wet beach.” You shrugged as best you could lying on your back, and Vulko, despite the insult about his age that he really should not have let go, smiled and fondly shook his head.

“You really aren’t as bad with the trident as you think.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Everything and more.” He sat back, bracing his arms behind him. “If you just believed in yourself a little, then perhaps you wouldn’t find it so difficult to let yourself enjoy these training exercises.”

“’Enjoy’ and ‘training’ aren’t words that should be used in the same sentence.”

Vulko’s eyebrows rose, but he said nothing more on the matter, choosing simply to reply with a barely audible sigh and turn his head back to face the water. He remembered times years before where he’d sit with you in his lap as a small child, letting the waves lull you to sleep while he called out commands to Arthur and watched him practise solo moves with his trident.

Your brother had used to bring you down to the beach with him each time he met with Vulko while your father worked. Of course, he’d known his son wasn’t actually intending to build sandcastles with you, and was instead leaning more on the side towards ‘train with a man from a kingdom under the sea’. He’d always been certain that the both of you had never been anything but safe with Vulko.

He glanced down as he felt something on his legs, and watched, waiting patiently while you scooted the small distance over to him, lay your head down in his lap and shifted into a comfier position. Almost on instinct, his hand came to rest on your forehead, smoothing your wild hair back – Atlanna’s, he couldn’t help but add.

“Do you think I’ll ever be a good princess?”

“A good princess? What exactly does that mean?”

You scrunched your face up a little in thought. “I just… feel so useless sometimes. Arthur can do all these things that I can’t, and he’s such a great king that I… I don’t know. I don’t know how I can ever be like him. But I want to.”

“In what way do you feel useless?” He moved his hand to your wet hair splayed across his lap, absently running his fingers through it while he quietly regarded you. It was definitely a big change in topic, but he wasn’t complaining. Any chance he got to make you spill your troubles to him so he was able to help was truly a blessing, considering your tendency to keep your feelings hidden.

“Well… for one, I can’t fight. I mean, how many times did you get me on the floor today? I lost count after a hundred. Arthur’s… magical with his trident. He moves so fluidly, and he never once is beaten… just like you.”

Vulko watched as you stared up at the cloudless sky, eyes squinting slightly against the sun. “Tell me how old you are,” he said, and you gave him a look.

“You know how old I am.”

“I do, but I’d like you to tell me either way.”

Rolling your eyes at the pure mystery of Atlanteans – or maybe it was just Vulko – you shook your head in defeat. “Seventeen.”

“And Arthur?”

“Thirty.”

“How long has he been training with me?”

“Uhh… I don’t know. Fifteen years or so?”

“And what about you?”

You moved to open your mouth, before evidently realising the point he was attempting to make and shutting it once again. You heaved a sigh. “Five months?”

“Four,” he corrected. “You see, there’s quite a significant difference between fifteen years and four months, isn’t there? A lot can happen in that time. Arthur was just as inexperienced as you are now four months into training… perhaps even more so considering I didn’t train him nearly as much as I do you.”

“Unfair,” you huffed.

“Well, he wasn’t a king back then, and he was barely a prince. I taught him as much as I could without Orvax growing suspicious of my whereabouts, but soon enough he became exactly the trident-master I had expected him to be, just as you will. It isn’t going to be easy – it never is – but in time you’ll get better, and you’ll learn new strategies and moves to better defend yourself. You’ve already shown improvement. You could barely lift your trident four months ago.”

“It was heavy.”

He smiled at that. “And is it so heavy now?”

You glanced over at your trident, which was laying next to Vulko’s by his feet. “Not really.”

“And why is that?”

“Mmm… practice?”

A nod. “Exactly.”

“But… but it’s not just about fighting, though. I mean… you know me. You’ve seen how I can’t swim as fast as the Atlanteans, or swing that damn trident around as well as-”

“Don’t forget that you have human inside you, too,” Vulko interrupted, patting your shoulder. “Arthur’s Atlantean side is especially prominent… he’s been in the water since he was a child. For you, however, your human side seems to have won out, which is maybe why you’re feeling as though you’re slower in some areas.” He contemplated you for a moment, watching as you stared sullenly at the sky. As much as your rebellious and disobedient nature had altogether increased as of late, he knew it was because you were under a lot of stress, and though you attempted to hide behind it and act as though it didn’t bother you… well. He didn’t need to have known you for seventeen years to tell something was off. He sighed slightly. “That doesn’t make you any less Atlantean, though. Being human isn’t a bad thing, and neither is showing more human traits than Atlantean. Being a good princess isn’t dependent on how Atlantean you are… or how fast you can swim or when you began your training. You’re already a good princess because you are you, and as much royalty as your mother and Arthur are.”

You tilted your head up slightly to stare at him. “Really?”

He tapped your nose, earning a feeble slap at his hand. “Don’t ever doubt it. This life isn’t easy to jump into. It will take time, and I know you know that, but it doesn’t have to be rushed. You may have been a princess since your birth, but you’ve only really recently taken on that responsibility. Take each day as it comes, and soon enough things will start getting better, yes?”

“Maybe they will if you wake me up a bit later,” you mumbled nonchalantly, fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt. That nonchalance was quickly changed as you felt Vulko abruptly dig two of his fingers into your side, and you immediately screamed, hands rushing down to grab onto his while you involuntarily curled into a ball. “Don’t do that!”

“Do what?” he asked, an impish grin on his face, and you immediately stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to dart his hand back to wiggle his fingers into your sensitive skin again, your grip on him doing absolutely nothing to thwart him. A string of giggles left your lips and he found himself chuckling along with you, never one to miss an opportunity to make you laugh.

“Thihihihihis!” you just about managed to say in between your increasing hysteria, all the while battling with the hand that was both effectively dodging yours while also managing to hit all the right spots. Experience was everything. Damn old man.

“I think perhaps I might magically wake up an hour earlier than usual tomorrow morning, just in time for a wonderful training session,” he said loudly over your laughter. “And this time, I’ll come with a shoal of little fish to nibble you until you wake up.”

“D-dohon’t be mehehEAN!” Vulko’s chuckles only grew as you struggled to get your words out. He supposed rolling around like a fish out of water while simultaneously still trying to remove his hand from you could do that to a person. It was always a marvel how quickly the Princess of Atlantis could be reduced to a ball of absolute giggles, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

He paused for the briefest of moments, but it was apparently enough time for you to scramble to your feet, clumsily launch yourself over him, grab up his boots from where they’d been left near the tide, and then quickly run into the sea, leaping over waves.

Vulko immediately got up and raced after you. “Don’t you dare hide them in another rock crevice!” he called out. “I’m warning you, Y/N!” Your mischievous laughter was a clear sign you were going to do exactly that. “Five o’clock in the morning! I swear to you! Five!”

SPLASH!

And you were gone, submerged under the waves and definitely on your way to some hiding place he hadn’t noticed before. “Little urchin,” he couldn’t help but growl to himself, a smile on his face, before he dove in after you.

It was only later when he realised the both of you had left your tridents on the beach and they were most likely currently on their way to some museum.

Aquaman Masterpost

[cas-kingdom]

Cold Water

PROMPT:  i know you don't really write tickle fics anymore but would you be willing to write one for Arthur and i guess sister!reader since u said you write for that. for plot, maybe she isn't great at being an atlantean so she doesn't like the water as much as Arthur does but he tries to get her in the water with him and tickling ensues???? if you dont want to include tickling, you don't have to write the fic lol thanks // @fanficsandfluff

A/N: Why is a Justin Bieber song my title, you ask? I don’t know.

I changed the prompt just a little so that it’s set after Fish Out Of Water. Hope you don’t mind!

Title: Cold Water

Summary: The irony of living in the sea yet disliking water.

Words: 1438

“You’re gonna have to come in at some point.”

A glare was all Arthur received from you before you crossed your arms over your chest and a deep frown overcame your features.

Your brother rolled his eyes. It’d been a little less than two weeks since you’d come down with a cold while in Atlantis and he’d had to take you back to the surface. He’d stayed with both you and your father for a few days before needing to return to his kingdom, but that morning he’d come to take you back; the Atlanteans having their princess in the Kingdom was just as important as having their king, and you’d been gone longer than needed. Nevertheless, when the two of you had left your father’s house, one a little more reluctant to go than the other, Arthur had not expected you to completely refuse to get back in the water.

Heaving a sigh, the man swam closer to the edge of the dock and placed his hands on the wood. Wordlessly, he rose an eyebrow, watching while you scooted back away from him, obviously fearful he might pull you in. “I’m staying here,” you insisted, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“No, you’re not,” he said. “You’ve been gone long enough, Y/N.”

“I don’t care.”

Arthur sighed, placing his chin on the edge of the dock and lifting his eyes to look up at you. “I do.” He smiled at your obvious annoyance and attempt to completely avoid his eyes by staring ahead of you at the vast ocean. “Vulko misses you.”

The corners of your mouth lifted upwards slightly at that; the thought of your brother’s second-in-command admittedly did give you a reason to return to Atlantis, but one look back at the sea involuntarily made a shiver run down your spine, and you shook your head. “Tell him he can come here, then.”

Arthur made a face. “I can’t joke with you much longer, Y/N. I have to get back to Atlantis. We both do.”

“I’m not joking! I’m staying here.”

“Don’t be stupid. Let’s go.”

“Go without me.”

“You know I can’t-”

“You’re the King. You can do what you like!”

“That’s not the way things work.”

“Go away.”

“Y/N-”

“Go away!”

“I can’t believe we’re having an argument based on the fact that you won’t get in the water just because it’s cold.”

You moved to open your mouth, but found you had no answer to that. Arthur’s smile widened and he tilted his head slightly to the side, watching with amusement as you huffed and turned around so your back was facing him. “It is, though,” you mumbled, almost incoherently, but your brother heard you fine.

“Not as cold as when you left it last,” he assured you, leaning over slightly to place his wet hand on your arm. You jerked at the sudden coldness, but his hand followed. “Stop moving. Feel it. Do you feel it getting warmer? The water’s only cold because you haven’t been in it for a while, Y/N. As soon as you get in, your body will get used to it and your Atlantean side will do the rest for you.” He smiled as you hesitantly turned your head around to face him. “The temperature’s dropped since you became ill, sweetheart. You’re not gonna get sick again, I promise.”

As soon as he was beginning to think you may just listen to him, you rapidly shook your head. “Nope, no, I’m not risking it. I’m just going to stay here with Dad where it’s nice and warm, and you can go freeze yourself to death in- AH! NO!” An insane squeal left your mouth as you suddenly found yourself being pulled back by two strong arms, a huge splash accompanied by a wave of cold washing over your body following soon after.

You were underwater in mere moments, and when you tried to rise up, Arthur grabbed your arm and yanked you – albeit gently – down again. “Stay down here,” he told you, gathering you quickly into his arms, “you’ll warm up soon.”

He had to admit you were shivering rather violently, but he guessed it was more to do with the shock of being pulled in than the actual coldness of the water. He expected you to deflate in his hold and hang onto him tightly while your body got used to the temperature after sitting by a fire for two weeks, and so was quite surprised when you suddenly pushed yourself away from him and punched his chest. “You idiot!” you practically screamed, repeatedly hitting his chest, arms, stomach and even face. At first, Arthur was pretty taken aback by this turn of events, and the very minimum amount of pain he was currently feeling from your weak punches did nothing to aid in regaining his attention. However, he soon came to and reacted as he usually did whenever you found yourself in a temper.

“Let go!” you squealed as his arms came to wrap around you yet again and his chin rested on the top of your head. However, the man was far stronger than you would ever be, and you were cruelly reminded of this when you found yourself unable to escape him.

“Calm down,” he whispered soothingly. “Calm. Down.” He knew if he were to ask you right now why you were angry, you’d have no answer. You often found yourself in situations where you’d be frustrated about the smallest thing one minute, and then launched into a fit of temper the next.

Nevertheless, it only took around thirty seconds for you to stop squirming and relax completely in Arthur’s arms. Your breathing was heavy when you turned your head up, face completely forlorn. “I’m so sorry,” you said quietly, and your brother moved you around, hugging you to his chest. He couldn’t help but smile softly; it was the exact outcome of every single time something like this occurred. You would stop fighting him and immediately apologise for what you’d done. It was as if you’d just been possessed.

“Fucking hell, Y/N. You’re getting stronger every day,” the King said, reaching up to stroke your hair. You sighed into his chest, shutting your eyes.

“I really am sorry.”

“I know. It doesn’t matter. You still cold?”

You quickly came to the realisation that you were, in fact, completely warm, and yet the thought of telling your brother that he had been right all along was not very appealing to you. “Yes.”

Arthur rose an eyebrow. “You’re not shivering.”

“So?”

“So, you’re not cold.”

“I am.”

“No.”

“How would you know?”

“’Cause I’m the King.”

“And? That doesn’t make you omniscient, Arthur!”

Arthur rose a brow at your exclamation, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s a big word for such a little lady.”

“I am not,” you growled out, kicking your brother in the shin, “little!”

Though what he’d said about you getting stronger every day remained true, your kick did nothing to Arthur except cause a slight grimace and hiss of pain to escape his mouth. He heaved a sigh. “And not a lady either, it seems,” he muttered to himself, before grabbing you and spinning you around so your back was pinned against his chest and his chin was resting on your shoulder. Immediately, his fingers reached for your sides and squeezed harshly, causing you to yelp before falling into a pit of giggles.

“AhahaAHArthuhur!” you laughed, attempting to wriggle free, but he was the King of Atlantis, and you least of all would be able to get out of his hold.

As expected, Arthur didn’t relent. “Laugh it up, little sister. I’m gonna keep doing this until that smile is permanent and I don’t see a damn frown on your face, and then we’re going back to Atlantis.”

“I ahaham smihiHIHIHIHIHILING! I’M SMILING, AHARTHUR!”

Your brother chuckled. “Yeah, I can see. But I know that, as soon as I let you go, that pout will be back on your pretty face. You should know, little one, if it doesn’t go soon, I swear I’ll drag you back to Atlantis and I’ll let Vulko take over.”

With that, he dug his fingers into your ribs. A loud scream was all he – and the whole of the ocean, he was sure – heard before giggles overcame you, and a grin took its rightful place on the King of Atlantis’s lips.

Sure, the two of you may be there for another half hour or so, but Atlantis had waited twenty years for their rightful king… what harm was waiting a little longer?

Aquaman Masterpost

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Crack a Bat

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by schrijverr

Batman and Wonder Woman are both bored during a meeting, Wonder Woman makes it her mission to make Batman laugh in front of the rest.

Words: 1223, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Justice League - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, J'onn J'onzz, Alfred Pennyworth, Arthur Curry (DCU)

Relationships: Diana (Wonder Woman) & Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Batman is trying to be serious, Diana is a little shit, Wonder Woman is a good bro, Batman is ticklish

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