#wizard of oz tickles

[fluffy-lovely-clouds]

Wizard of Oz tickles anyone?

Oh! Designs are from these specific versions of em btw! It's from a Tom and Jerry movie lol, I liked the way they were drawn-

[nonithesortaartist168]

First Post, so I made this.

Yes, I have a thing for tickling. So, I like the TK Community. However, there's no Wizard of Oz tickle stuff on the website. And I'm talking about the animated ones, not the real life film. So, come on, where's that stuff at? Sorry if I sound pressuring.

[westerntails]

People of the tickle community

Where the heck is wizard of Oz tickles!?

The wizard of Oz needs to be added to the tickle community!

[keeps-ache]

'm sposed to be doing things fast rn but what if... i painted.....

[aria0fgold]

You never realize just what's deeply wrong with Cain Knightley until you're greeted with a translation of his birthday greeting to Arthur with the very first line being "I will bare my neck to an enemy's sword," Like my guy... That's one WILD opening to greet someone a happy birthday.

[shadow-bonnie37]

The Wizard of Oz AU Headcanon (Expansion)

Hey Witches and OZ-holes, I'm back! The previous Headcanon of the land's leaders was bound to have an expansion. Why? Cuz I felt like talking more Asbestsnow about my favorite Emerald Half-Seraphim themselves, Otto (aka Mista Great and Terrible).

Yeah, Otto is part got damn Angel! Let me chat about this autistic, tech loving guy- uh, girl... nevermind. And remember when I said that my alternate universe doesn't ENTIRELY match up with the book or movies? That fact should still be kept in mind as I'm talking about this Wizard.

Where'd they come from? 🌎

For Otto's origin, both of their parents were human beings, Quincy; Otto's father, had bought a hot air balloon/plane looking thingy from the owner's son. He was gonna take Rubi; Otto's mother, for a trip to the Land of Oz for Otto's baby shower. During the flight, a band of Sky Kingdom's patrollers airdropped behind the balloons plane... and decided to chase it, with Rubi (who IS pregnant) on board.

Eventually, Rubi got struck by Cosmic Lightning while Quincy was dodging the Sky Kingdom's patrol. Thanks to the lighting, she got turned into a Seraph while pregnant with Otto.

(Btw, Otto was born a girl, everyone in their family treated them like one. But I'm still referring to Mista Great and Terrible as They/Them, sound good? I felt like it'd be confusing as hell to not bring it up now, especially with Rubi and/or Quincy still calling Otto a She/Her regardless.)

Fast forward a little bit, Otto's like 3 years old and with their mom (now divorced but still visiting the Emerald City) to share the news about her new child to the denizens of Oz. Creatures from the East, South, North, West and even a few Sky Folk and their king, named Octavio were there. But unluckily, as Rubi was about to announce her child's name, a 3 year old Otto curiously finds themselves urging to touch an especially powerful, large (and somehow sentient) emerald growing in the basement of the palace... which they did (cuz they're 3 and doesn't know crap).

The gem chipped off a piece the size of Otto's hand, and started to vibrate and float before magically flying into the young wizard's body. Rubi and the guests heard the action and the Octavio and Rubi ran towards the noise while the Witches stayed put.

They were stopped in their tracks to see everything in the basement levitating and Otto in the middle of the floating artifacts. They were glowing green, body sprinkled with eyes, and smiling at their mom (in other words, they were okay, just looking slightly different). Ruby was quick to scoop up her kid in a relived embrace, but Octavio killed the moment when he asked whether Otto was gonna be a instrument for war.

To be fair, anyone would scold someone for assuming the thing that is loved and cared for would be suddenly dangerous, and so was Ruby. But Octavio kept at his guns, took Otto, and started to back towards the front door to lock it, with Ruby behind him but too slow to reach him or her baby. But a 3 year old Otto wanted to send a clear message to the king and everyone at the gathering, so they (like a lot of toddlers when angry or saddened) started to scream, cry and tried to kick out of his arms.

Doing so, Octavio's men where blown away from the crying... LITERALLY. The crowd jeered and called Octavio a 'child hater' and other bad words, and the North and South leaders, Gwendolyn and Griffin, tried to calm down the young wizard but were unsuccessful (as in, Gwen made it worse and Griffin hid behind her as Otto screamed louder and louder). When Octavio retreated back to the Sky Kingdom, Otto's tears subsided and Rubi calmed her little Emerald Seraphim down, "Shh. You'll be okay, Glow Bear. Give me my daughter, you two. It's okay, I'm right here. Don't cry, baby girl, you'll make me sad too. That mean cloud man is gone now, can you smile for me and your new friends?"

And they did, even with anyone who was from outside the Emerald City being scared to death of them. These mannerisms passed on later in Otto's future: The currently 18 year old Otto still being optimistic and silly but harboring other traumatic memories from their life (while not remembering what happened cuz again, they were 3 and didn't know snatch about anything), 26 year old Gwendolyn irritated by Otto's antics while Griffin has a phobia of them at 23 years, a now 21 year old Estello still describes Otto as 'having audacity', and 19 year old Helga (unfortunately) doesn't have many memories from way back when, but soon starts to like Otto in more ways than one.

Persona 🎶

As mentioned before you started reading this post, Otto is on the autism spectrum; which not a lot of creatures in the Land of Oz understand. But I'll share what I can about them, okay? Good.

They're whimsical, friendly, artistic and always ready for a show. But can be sometimes shy, emotionally wild, or stubborn, they don't mean any harm and revealed that "the stage is their domain" when outside the palace. Compared to the other rulers of Oz, they're arguably the most "getting into it" one when it comes to breaking spontaneous musical numbers.

They're also reported to have an almost poetic way of sharing their experiences and quite a positive influence towards their fans, mainly the younger portion of the audience. Though it should be noted that they might pick up on a few personalities, terms, and habits.

Examples of picking up on those around them include using not-so modern terms (Big fun, golly, rad, will ya, amscray, folks, ought to, bee's knees, swanky, etc), accents (British, French, New York and Italian being the most common), and actions (like pacing while thinking, eyes popping out of their sockets, animalistic movements, and generally miming to explain things).

They love working with kids, technology (1890s to whatever year it is now), making others and themselves laugh (puns and slapstick are their go-to for others and funny human or cat videos and tickling for themselves), drawing, performing in their variety show, singing, dressing up in their favorite costumes, showing others how to freestyle dance, trampolines, Helga of the West, Haunted Apple Soda (and food in general), using their powers to help their old and new friends, and acting like different things.

To Otto, flaws should never be in the way when getting to know someone new, even their own. Despite being almost always happy and infectiously giggly, Melanie's older twin siblings used to exploit and use Otto's powers and flaws to wear them out and step on others (which never worked for either side). And Gwendolyn's standards for her Land of the South (Y'know? "Uniforms: Girls wear dresses, Boys wear suits" and "Supernatural = Trouble" rules mainly bugs her) and often pessimistic, sophisticated or conservative manners cause her and Otto to butt heads occasionally, but Otto always tries to find positive spins on things.

Relations 😳

Here's a list of (important) folks Otto encountered:

Bellamy Campbell - Top fighter for the Emerald City, personal (and hilariously unpayed) therapist for Otto and daughter of the Sgìre Fuilteach Noir's Marquis.

BTW, "Sgìre Fuilteach Noir" translates to "Bloody Noir Territory" in Scottish Gaelic. Yeah yeah, I know. Why blood talk? IDK, but it's Bella's home.

Mimmy Jin Yu - Medical expert for Sol Chan Village, Tángrénjiē and the Emerald City.

Lieutenant O - Otto's adopted brother, navigator and second in command.

Ming Jin Yu- Mimmy's cousin and medical partner who lives in Tángrénjiē in the Southwest (Cringe, I know.)

Melanie Artemis - 2nd Princess of Sky Kingdom and the "Lydia Deetz" to Otto's "Beetlejuice" (from animated series and yes, THAT is a thing).

Helga of the West - Land of the West's leader and Otto's love interest.

Griffin of the North - Land of the North's leader but is scared sh*tless of Otto.

Estello of the East - Land of the East's leader who... uh, just likes doing his own thing; but can fall for Otto's practical jokes and witty one-liners.

Gwendolyn of the South - Land of the South's leader who's "stuck in the old days" mindset and eye twitching was enough to falsely convince Otto that she hated them, although she was only slightly irritated by their antics.

They Lewks 👔

Otto has slightly darkened caramel skin, brownish black hair (Which could be in any style, but Otto chooses large pigtails) with jade highlights, oddly no wings but can fly like a Powerpuff Girl (ask Gwen why), dark chocolate irises and deep faded purple sunken sockets, Eevee's nose, yellow fangs and incisors, three hair spikes in the back of their Widow's peak but in front of their hat. Otto also has a chartreuse bindi (a colored dot accessory used in India) in the middle of their forehead, purple round Norene glasses, and in Melanie's words, a huggable belly and thunder thighs.

Their different dapper outfits make any occasion a unique opportunity to test out different looks. But for the main outfit, it's the shamrock colored makeup, double busted "emerald" sequin suit jacket with black pants, chartreuse dress shirt underneath, white gloves, a kelly green opera cape, matching bucket/fedora hat with 2 four pointed star embroideries, emerald symbol on their necktie, and silver/chrome tap shoes (preferably for men but any gender works).

For Tickletober's Sake 👣

Lemme put link to the Tickle Headcanon list here real quick:

Otto is LEGIT at the bottom of it, lol. If you don't want to click the link, I'll just go ahead and tell you. Buckle up and check this out!

Worst spots are their belly, toes, rump, and sides. Milder spots include hands and wrists, collar, and nose. But despite that (and the fact that this section of the post even exists), no spot on them is safe; simply meaning Otto's ticklish EVERYWHERE on their body.

Otto has admitted that their belly was their favorite spot to be tickled, what do they mean by that? They said and I quote, "When Helga guest starred on my game show, she got me on this spot and actually managed to coax a genuine laugh out of me."

Toes are their second favorite, how? After filming a livestream in the West Side, Otto is seen (and heard) cackling as they get wrecked on their soles and toes by Bellamy and younger Sgìre Fuilteach Noir members. Turns out the young ones were curious about the topic of mammalian biology and Otto got interrupted mid-speech, they said, "As tickly that visit was, it's not my #1, but I'd say it's definitely a second place spot to me!"

It appears that for each of their worst spots, Otto will have a different laugh and accompanying sounds and mannerisms.

Sides - Contagious giggling, gets the hiccups, holds onto their belly to prevent further advances, a little bit wiggly but otherwise won't move away.

Sounds like: "No! Tehehe! *hiccup* OHOHO AHAHAHA!*hiccup* Oohohoohoo!"

Toes - Dolphin-like cackling and squealing, puts a hand on their chest, wiggles a lot more, honking gasps mimicking a goose.

Sounds like: "Wha-? Gah- HAHAHA! *honk* Eek! Tahahaha! Yah- hahahahow! *honk* Wah-hoohoohoho!"

Belly - Foot stomping, defenseless against raspberries, tries not to lose their head (figuratively and literally holds on to their noggin for dear life), will belt hearty and almost deranged laughter, they start snorting after raspberrying, legs give way and easily falls down if tickled long enough.

Sounds like: "WAHAHAHA!! OOH! STAHAHAP! *snort* (your name), PLEASE!! WHOA! OHOHO! *snort* GEHEHET OHOHOFF *snort 2x* MEHEHE!!"

Rump - Shy tittering and snickering, tries to cover their mouth, sometimes used as a melt spot, rump on rump contact can flustered them (just keep in mind that Otto can get gassy).

Sounds like: "Oh! Haha- oohoohohoohoo! *gasp* Kekekeke! Ohoho, my golly, hehehe!"

The only thing the laughs have in common is that Otto naturally has cartoony hoots (the god damn "Ohoohoo" sound) they emit when during or not being tickled or to just being silly.

As a Ler, they're very curious about how different spots house different reactions (especially when they AREN'T being tickled themselves).

They can manifest tickle tools from feathers to massagers, but prefer to use their own paws or electric sensations during the wrecking.

If they want, Otto could also use their own feet to tickle their target's feet (adorably called "tootsie" by Mimmy). Get it?

Do you ever feel so- "excited"... that you wanna put one bottom against another bottom? Yes? Well, Otto's into that jazz too!

Yeah that's it, LOL I'm sorry for being late but College pestering me is a biatch. Thx!

[inkdrinkerworld]

happy halloween, hope you're doing great!

if it isn't already taken, i think prompt 9 + spencer would be really cute

“Stop squirming, you’re gonna mess up your face paint!”

Spencer smiles as you squirm at the cold face paint over your nose.

“It’s cold, and it tickles.”

Spencer laughs then, kissing your lips that aren’t done yet. “Baby, you don’t squirm when you’re doing your make up, it’s almost the same thing.”

You shrug, “It’s different when someone else is doing it for you.”

Spencer and you are going as characters from the Wizard of Oz, you as Dorothy and him as the Scarecrow, but Spencer wanted a scary twist to your sweet characters.

He’s currently painting wounds onto your cheek and forehead, his own gashes already applied.

“I’m almost finished, you look adorable.”

You frown, your face relaxing when Spencer tuts. “I thought I was supposed to look scary?”

Spencer shakes his head, “Scary? No darling, you look a little gnarly but not scary.”

You pout, “Can’t I be a little scary?”

Spencer smiles, “I mean you could be, just not as Dorothy.”

You whine just as Spencer finishes up his artistry and he leans down a bit to kiss your lips. “Spencer I wanna be scary.”

He chuckles, “Maybe I just know you too well for you to be scary,” the words are whispered against your lips. “You’re as harmless as a mouse.”

You groan, tipping your head away from him making him chase your lips. “No kisses.” You decide, Spencer laughing as he tips your chin down towards him.

“None?” He asks, his nose nudging your own. You shake your head, “Oh I’m terrified, we’re going to go the whole night without one single kiss?” Spencer’s teasing you but you like the idea.

You smile, nodding. “The whole night, until I scare you.”

Spencer nods, kissing the hinge of your jaw. “I’m already scared, angel. I’ll die without a kiss,” he pulls away and mumbles, “So will you.”

“I won’t, you’ll see. You’ll suffer all night till I scare you and then you’ll be begging for a kiss.”

It doesn’t happen exactly happen the way you want it to, Penelope buys shots and three Long Island iced teas and you’re all over Spencer, red lipstick kisses sitting neatly on his face beside his faux scars.

If you don’t remember in the morning, Spencer will tell you that you did scare him and nothing else.

[rafesbabygirlx]

Happy Halloween 🎃

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Rafe x Maybank Reader

Summary: time jump from the original story. Vivienne is now 4 fully understanding the importance of Trick or Treating now. You and Rafe bring her around the neighborhood and couldn’t be more proud to watch her go around and get candy.

A/N: Drabble based on my series A Lot of Time has Passed.

Warnings: allusions to sex (nothing graphic, Rafe is just a flirt) pure fluff between reader and Rafe, JJ the funnest uncle there ever was.

Vivienne bounces on her bed as you lay out her costume. Ever since Sarah and Kie introduced her to The Wizard of Oz, she’s been enchanted by witches, insisting on being one for Halloween. Unfortunately, she’s allergic to most costume paints, even the high-end ones you tried. So she’s no Wicked Witch of the West tonight, but she is the cutest pumpkin witch you’ve ever seen.

The last time she was this obsessed with something, it was sea turtles when she was just one, and everything around her became ocean-themed. Now that witches are her new passion, all the decor and toys have shifted, and Rafe has been more than happy to make that happen.

After dressing her up, you hand over her broom. Before you can fully take in how adorable she looks, she’s already “flying” out of her room, calling for Rafe. “Daddy! Look! Where are you? Look, Daddy!”

With her on a mission, you take a quick moment to head to your room and change. You slip into a simple black corset dress with sheer lace sleeves and a thigh-high slit, topping it off with a tall black witch hat. Flat black boots complete the look for a night of walking.

Downstairs, you hear Rafe and Vivienne playing. “Are you trying to wear her out already? She hasn’t even gotten a single piece of candy yet,” you tease, smiling as you spot them on the floor, with Vivienne practicing her magic spells on him.

Rafe looks up without taking his eyes off you. “V, can you believe how beautiful Mommy looks?” She looks over, beaming. “Mommy’s very ‘butiful!’” Rafe stands, walking over to get a closer look at you, his hand brushing along your neck as he pulls you in for a kiss.

“And where’s your costume?” you ask, grinning. He grabs a matching witch hat from the couch and settles it on his head. True to his style, he’s gone with a simple black button-down and slacks, letting the hat be the finishing touch. Despite the simplicity, he looks perfect.

“V, ready to get so much candy?” you say, turning to her. She jumps onto the bench near the door, holding her broom in one hand and her candy bucket in the other. “YESSSSS!” Rafe laughs, scooping her up as you head outside.

Vivienne walks between the two of you, her tiny hands in yours as she eagerly asks to be picked up and “flown” like a witch. You’re almost to the street when JJ sneaks up from behind, letting out an exaggerated evil laugh as he tickles your sides. You jump, letting out a shriek. “JJ, what the fuck?!”

“Happy Halloween, sis, and Happy Halloween to the prettiest witch in all the land,” he says, grinning as he bows before Vivienne in his butler costume. “Uncle J! You listened!” she shouts, running to him. He picks her up, spinning her around until she’s giggling.

At the first house, Rafe kneels beside Vivienne. “You remember what to say?” he asks, his voice gentle.

“Yes, Daddy, I know!”

“Smart girl. Now go get us the best candy to share.” She bolts toward the door, pulling JJ along, waiting behind a few kids in line. With her in safe hands, you and Rafe hang back, enjoying a quiet moment.

He leans into you, his arms around your waist, his hand brushing gentle circles across your ass. “You might be the sexiest witch I’ve ever seen,” he whispers in your ear, “and you’re keeping this on way past trick-or-treating.”

“Rafe, every kid from Figure Eight is around us, control yourself,” you say, trying to sound stern but failing, laughter spilling out as you bury your face in his neck, sneaking a few kisses.

Vivienne runs back, her face lit up, proudly showing you her haul—three full-size candy bars and a small stuffed black cat. It’s like they knew exactly what she’d love. They must’ve know a witches best friend is a black cat.

For the next hour, you explore the neighborhood, Vivienne’s candy bucket growing heavier until Rafe finally calls it. “Alright, how about we head back? You did so well, but Daddy’s arm is starting to hurt from carrying this bucket!”

Vivienne looks up, her big blue eyes meeting his. “But I’m not ready!” she pouts.

Rafe kneels, a habit that always melts your heart, making it clear how much he respects and loves her. It’s a subtle but perfect gesture. “How about one more house on the way home? Then we’ll sit on the floor, and you can show me everything you got. And you can smack Uncle J’s hand every time he tries to steal some.”

She lights up, giggling at the thought. Anytime Rafe mentions them spending time together, her face beams.

“And if Mommy’s up for it,” he adds, “maybe she can make some popcorn, and we can watch The Wizard of Oz with half a candy bar before bed.” He leans close, whispering, “And you can even sleep in your witch costume, so you can dream about flying on your broomstick.” She gasps at the suggestion.

“Yes! Let’s go now!” she squeals, leaping into his arms. He grins at you, your eyes a little misty from the beautiful sight of your two people, he reaches over to take your hand as he holds her close.

After stopping at one last house, you all make your way home. Inside, Rafe makes a move to take off his witch hat, but Vivienne quickly protests. “No, Daddy! The hat stays on all night!”

“Alright, alright,” he laughs, putting it back on as you head to the kitchen. You pop some popcorn and set up a small tray with water and bowls, adding some festive cobwebs and plastic spiders for the Halloween spirit.

Back in the living room, you find JJ and Rafe sorting through candy with Vivienne. Over the years, they’ve learned to tolerate each other for your sake, something that makes you deeply grateful. You set the tray on the coffee table and pull up The Wizard of Oz—it’s practically impossible to miss, being first in the watch history for the past 4 months.

As they pack up the candy, JJ attempts to sneak a Kit Kat into his pocket. Vivienne catches him instantly. “Hey, Uncle J!”

He throws his hands up, pleading dramatically. “Please, your greatness, may your loyal—and very fun—servant uncle have a candy bar to take home? Pretty please?”

“She’s three, JJ,” Rafe says, laughing.

“She’s also serious about her business.” JJ grins. Vivienne considers, then nods. “Sure, Uncle JJ. But I want you to take me to see Aunt Kie tomorrow.”

JJ shakes her hand with mock formality. “Deal, kiddo.” Settling into the fluffy lounge couch to your right.

V snuggles between you and Rafe, popcorn in hand, while you turn off the lamps and start the movie. Rafe’s arm wraps around you, and you both spend the movie stealing glances at each other, the connection between you still feeling as special as it did at the beginning. “I love you,” Rafe mouths to you across the couch.

“I love you more,” you mouth back, smiling.

The two of you are still locked in each other’s gaze when you’re snapped back into reality when you hear JJ snoring. You don’t think either of you watched a second of the movie.

JJ’s curled up in the chair, and Vivienne is fast asleep, sprawled out between you. Rafe gently lifts her, carrying her over to the chair with JJ, who instinctively pulls her close in his sleep.

“You’re not bringing her to her room?” you whisper, surprised.

“Nah, JJ’s got her. I’m taking you upstairs to see what magical spells you can work on me.” You squeal, covering your mouth as Rafe swoops you over his shoulder.

He carries you to your room, closing the door behind him. It’s the perfect ending to Halloween night.

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

My Home Is You Part 3/3

A/N: Thank you so much for everyone that has read the first two parts and left a comment or some type of feedback. I really appreciate all of it.

Thank you to @kingliam2019 for requesting.

Thank you to: @jellybeanstacey0519 & @mrsyixingunicorn10 @peyton-warren @affabletimelady @arctickat2400 @luftmenchz @mrsevans90 for commenting and leaving feedback! :D

Fandom: The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare

Pairing: Gus March-Phillips x Female Reader (she/her)

Warnings: 18+ for language, Nazi's, canon typical violence, possible spoilers for the movie, and mentions of sexual assault.

Part One Part Two

There is no time to bring up what Gus said with the mission looming so close, and in the morning as the sun streams through the gaps in the wood, you observe the man beside you. He looks so peaceful in sleep and you run your finger over his cheek, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before you go to climb out of bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he grumbles sleepily pulling you back into his arms and pressing his cheek to your own.

“I wanted to make a cup of tea,” you giggle, leaning back in his arms and turning your head to kiss him, “but someone won’t allow me.”

“That’s right,” he nods giving a little hmph, “I’m the mean old man who keeps you trapped in his bed, so he can have his wicked way with you. No tea for you, darling, just debauchery day and night.” He gives out a fake laugh like the Wicked Witch from that Wizard of Oz movie.

“Gus!” you shout, laughing when tickles your side with a laugh. He stops, keeping you close as you catch your breaths. “You’re ridiculous,” you chastise playfully.

“Ah yes,” he agrees with a smile, “but that’s why you love me.” You tense in his arms and he rubs his hands up and down your own, “what’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” you let out an awkward chuckle, “I just need to use the ladies room.” He lets you go with a raised brow as you almost trip over yourself trying to get away.

When you’re alone, you lean against the wall and take a deep breath. Everything he said the night before comes back and you give a soft smile realizing that yes, that is why you love him. The man who liberated you from a living hell twenty-three days prior, who held you through your nightmares, that taught you how to shoot, and make you laugh till you cried. Fuck, you loved Gus with all of your heart. But now was not the time to make such declarations. Not when the fate of the British Empire was at stake.

“You alright, my little Tiger,” you nearly jump out of your skin as Anders comes to lean against the wall beside you. “You seem to be deep in thought.”

“No,” you shake your head with a sigh, “no deep thoughts. I’ve just come to a realization.”

“Do you care to share it with ze rest of the class?” he smiles sitting down on a barrel and patting the spot beside him.

You sink into the seat with a sigh, “I love Gus.”

“Yes,” he nods, “we know. Now what is the realization?”

“That was the realization,” you gape at him, “what do you mean, we know?”

“Oh, it’s obvious, both of you are madly in love with the other.”

“Gus loves me?” you wrap your arms around your waist and lean back, looking at the sea repeating the words back to yourself, “he loves me.”

“The first night we met,” Anders grabs your hand and holds it gently, “Freddy told us that Gus looks at you like he just realized what love was. We live a life filled with blood and death at every corner but somehow in all that mess, you found each other. A love like that does not come every day. But when it does, you need to seize it my little tigress, seize it, and don’t let it go.”

Tears stream down your cheeks and he squeezes your hand and leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead before walking away leaving you with your thoughts. Neither of you notice the figure in the corner. Gus clenches his fist and glances away before marching back below deck to prepare for the meeting with Heron.

The rest of the day passes steadily by and you drop anchor just as the sun begins to set on the coordinates. You’d spent the day tucked away, watching the sea go by as you thought of Gus and how the hell you were supposed to tell him you loved him when he might die the following day. “Someone’s coming,” Henry shouts, and you stand, taking unsteady steps as the pins and needles attack your legs.

Gus stands at the front, his shoulders drawn tight and you move to stand beside him. He quickly glances down at you, his jaw clenched before he looks away. You shrink back from him falling into place beside Apple. He looks between you both with a raised brow. But you don’t have an answer for the icy treatment from the man who's been nothing but kind since the beginning.

“Heron my old pal,” Gus grins, reaching across the two boats to shake his hand.

“Gus,” Heron replies, “may I introduce the Prince of Fernando Po, Kambili Kalu.”

“Don’t I know you from somewhere,” Gus puts a finger to his chin, “I could have sworn I’ve seen you before. Perhaps��do you play cricket?”

“I used to, at Eaton,” Bili poses and Gus laughs.

“Yes! I knew it, I remember seeing your portrait in the hall. Great to have you aboard old chap.”

“Glad to be of service. These Germans, they’re bad for business. I heard you could use a few more men,” he shouts something in another language and men come pouring out of every crevice of the tugboat. “Fourteen of my best men.”

“We have additional weapons,” Gus turns going to help Freddy hand over a box when Bili raises a hand with a laugh.

“I think we’re covered. You might want to borrow some of ours.” Bili shouts and the covers unveil an arsenal of weapons and bombs.

“Jolly good,” Gus grins, putting his hands on his hips. “Let’s get everything moved around and discuss the plan before it gets much later.” He turns back to you and the boys and gives the order, everyone moving to do a job but you.

“Gus,” you step towards him but he turns back towards the front of the boat to pull out the map laying it down on the small table. Heron comes aboard and pauses giving you a raised brow when you quickly say your name, “The boys found me with Appleyard.”

“Ah,” he nods, “well glad to have you with us, miss. Marjorie, my associate will be glad to have another woman around for company.”

“Where is she now?” you ask looking around, “did you bring her with you?”

“Oh no,” he shakes his head, “she is getting ready for the party tonight at my Casino. Her mission is different from our own I’m afraid. But we all have the same goal.”

“I see, well I look forward to meeting her when this is all said and done.”

He smiles, shaking your hand, “I’ll be happy to see you again, miss.”

“Heron!” Gus shouts, looking over at you but not keeping contact, “Come on. We have work to do, you can smile at the pretty girl later.”

That does it. “What the hell is your problem?” you shout, putting your hands on your hips. The rest of the men fall silent looking between the two of you. “What did I do wrong, Gus?”

“Nothing,” he lets out a tired sigh, “you did nothing wrong. It’s me that should be sorry.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” you throw your arms up exasperated.

“I shouldn’t have pursued you, made you uncomfortable when all you wanted was Lassen.” Gus drops his shoulders, “it was wrong of me. You can move bunks and we never have to talk abo-”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Gus freezes watching you step over the ropes and boxes that litter the deck. “No seriously, did you hit your head?” You reach him, putting your hands over his head feeling for a bump.

“Uhm, no,” he grabs your wrists gently, lowering them back down. “I saw you two together.”

“What did you see? Hmm? What is it that you saw between me and Lassen that made you think I would be in love with anyone but you?” His eyes go wide but you’re on a roll, “and for that matter, when something is bothering you, you talk to me. You don’t ignore me and sulk like a child, do you understand me-”

He puts a hand to your mouth with a grin, “sorry darling, but could you repeat that last part?”

“Get off me,” you push his hand down, “what did you see between Lassen and I that would give the impression that I wanted to be with him?”

“That’s not what you said,” he frowns.

“Tell me!”

“I saw him kiss you on the forehead and hold your hand!” Gus shouts pointing back at Lassen.

“He was comforting me because I realized I was in love with YOU, you idiot!” Gus freezes, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

“You said it again,” he grins, cupping your cheeks, “you said you love me.”

“I do, you buffoon,” you say quietly, “I do love you, Gus. I just didn’t know how to tell you and then Lassen talked to me and I was planning to do it but you ignored me. You hurt me, Gus.”

“Darling,” he runs his thumb over your cheek, brushing away a stray tear, “Darling, please don’t cry. I never meant to hurt you. I was hurting, thinking you were choosing Lassen over me. God, I love you so much, woman. You are my sun and stars and everything in between.”

“You love me?” you whisper, moving closer to close the distance between you.

“More than you’ll ever know,” he presses his lips to your own and you melt into the kiss. The boat erupted in cheers from both sides and Bili slapped him on the back.

“Good show, old boy,” he shouts, breaking the two of you apart. Gus tucks you into his arms, a smile beaming on his face as he presses several kisses to your forehead. “Now,” Bili grins, “let’s kill some Nazis.”

As the night descends the chill sets in and you shiver, watching the harbor lights glow. A jacket drapes over your shoulders and you smile, as Gus puts his arm around you. “It’s a beautiful evening,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, “shame it’s going to be ruined by bloodshed.”

“Hopefully none of ours,” he holds you tighter sitting down and you turn wrapping your arms around his neck, straddling his waist. “I couldn’t bear to live without you, Gus.”

“I know Darling,” he runs his hands up and down your back, “the feeling is mutual. It kills me to know you could be in any danger tonight.”

“I chose this team,” you run your fingertips over the nape of his neck, massaging, “I chose to fight alongside them. To fight alongside you.”

“You remember the plan? You’re in charge of the boat, you have an arsenal of bombs to deploy if needed, otherwise when we give the signal you get the hell out of here.”

“I’ll be away from all the action, Gus. I’ll be safe.”

He nods, “I know, but can’t blame a man for worrying about the love of his life being in harms way.” You smile and he kisses you softly, pressing his forehead to your own, “I meant everyword of it darling. I love you and one day I’m going to make me your husband.”

“I like the sound of that,” you giggle, kissing him softly, “not you making me your wife but you my husband.”

“Well we both know who the boss is in this relationship, my love. You tell me where to go and I follow. Till death do us part.”

“Till death do us part, Gus. But please don’t let that be tonight.”

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” he kisses you again, “but I dare them to try to take me away from you.”

“The lights should be out any minute now,” Bili comes to stand beside you, “we should get ready.”

“We’re ready,” Gus stands putting you on your feet. Suddenly a bomb goes off, and the lights of the harbor fade into darkness. “Show time.”

“Wait,” you grab his arm, pointing in the distance at a series of flashing lights, “what’s that?” Suddenly the wireless goes off downstairs and you follow behind Gus down below deck, Bili hot on your trail.

Gus sits at the controls, taking notes and cursing with each word. “Shit,” he whispers, before looking up at the men and clearing his throat, “they’ve reinforced the hull, the ship is unsinkable.”

“We can’t sink it?” you repeat, sliding into the seat beside him.

“Not with the amount we have,” he shakes his head, “goddamn it.” Gus reaches for the headset and switches it off so we can all hear, “M? Come in M?” Static meets them before the signal clears, “we have a situation, the tin has been reinforced, the corned beef cannot be cracked, do you copy it cannot be cracked.”

“Copy,” a voice says from the other end, “standby.” We all wait on bated breath before a new voice sounds on the radio. “Gus March-Phillips, this is Admiral Parker, I order you to abort the mission, do you copy? Abort mission and return home at once. This is an unsanctioned, unauthorized mission. Do you understand?”

“S-ssorry,” Gus pretends to cut out the signal and you grin as he makes noises like static, “can’t hear y-y-you, please fu-fuck o-off.” With that, he turns off the radio and puts his head in his hands, “well, what do we do now?”

“When did they reinforce the hull? Like between the last report and now, when did they have time to do that?” Freddy asks, scratching his head.

“That’s not important,” Gus interrupts, “the problem is, they did it.”

“No, it is important,” Freddy argues, “I’d like to know when in the twenty-something days we’ve been sailing did they manage to reinforce the hull?”

“He’s got a point,” Henry agrees before Gus shouts, shutting them both up.

“It’s not important right now! We have a mission to complete and I have no idea what to do.” The boys shout out ideas, each one more ridiculous than the last before Apple speaks up.

“If we can’t destroy the ships, let’s steal them.”

“Say more,” Gus encourages, pulling you into his lap and running his hand comfortingly over your waist. You all listen with bated breath at Apple’s plan. “It’s just crazy enough that it might work.” Gus looks at you with a grin, “And we all know what a mad bunch we are.”

Mad they may be but their professionalism wins out when it comes to pulling a plan out of their ass. In minutes, Bili was filled in on the plan and the boys sprung into action. “You remember what I taught you?” Henry asks, gently touching your shoulders, “the boys and I won’t be here to help you.”

“I remember Henry,” you nod, brushing off his hands, “I got this. I know the plan.” Henry nods before giving you a quick hug. The young Irishman was almost like a brother to you, and you’d hate to lose him. You tighten your arms before letting go. “Eh, do me a favor?” He nods, waiting expectantly, “Don’t die.”

He laughs, “I’ll try, but what are you always telling us? Don’t make a promise that ya can’t keep.” Henry lifts his cap before walking to the tug boat and climbing inside.

“I guess this is the end,” Freddy yawns, “It’ll be a terrible bore if we came all this way and died.” Freddy gives you a tight hug before pressing a device in your hand. You glance at him quizically and he winks, “You’ll know if and when to use it.”

“I’ll try to keep an eye on the old boy,” Apple takes his place giving you a quick squeeze and a kiss to the cheek. “Keep yourself out of trouble, won’t you?” You nod, feeling the tears well up, before a Danish Hammer forcibly pushes Apple aside.

“Oh, my little lamb is now a fierce tigress,” Anders chokes up, pulling you in for a hug so tight you’re sure some of your bones crack.

“Let her go, Lassen,” Gus pushes him away, “If you harm a hair on her body I don’t care if you’re my friend you’ll go for a dip in the Atlantic.”

“Gus,” you chastise, before turning to Anders, “take care of yourself, my friend. Though I know you don’t need it. I wish you luck.” He smiles, turns to the tug boat freezing, and turns slowly around when you clear your throat, “Don’t have too much fun.”

He grins like a child, caught with his hand in the cookie jar, “I’ll try for you.”

“It seems they have all fallen in love with you as much as I have,” Gus grinningly wraps his arms around your waist. “It’s hard to imagine them not.

“You’re biased, my love,” you press your forehead to his own, taking in a shuddering breath and closing your eyes over the sting of tears. “Gus…I.”

“Shhh,” he runs his fingers down your back, “let’s not do the dramatic goodbye. Let’s just say I’ll see you soon. Because I will,” he pulls you back, one finger on your chin, tilting your chin up. You blink your eyes open and the look in his eyes renders you speechless, utter devotion and love shine back at you. “I will see you again, either in this life or the next.” He leans in pressing his lips to your own, he’s warm and the scent of leather and cologne invades your senses leaving you drunk on him. He licks inside your mouth, tangling your tongues together as you grab the collar of his coat, tugging him closer. Before he pulls away with several small kisses to your lips, his mustache twitches with a smile, “I’ll see you soon, my love.”

“See you soon, Gus,” you reply breathlessly, releasing him and watching till he disappears into the tugboat and they pull away.

The waiting is infinite and you jump with every pop of a gun. The sea sways like a mother trying to calm her young, and you tighten your hand on the control Freddy gave you. It’s almost impossible to follow the figures of Gus and Henry as they move on the dock, taking out as many soldiers as possible, but you follow like a hawk, stalking her prey.

“Come on, come on,” you whisper, waiting for the anchor to blow. It seems to take forever but when all falls silent, and the boats move into position the blast comes. It’s loud, sending a ripple through the waves and the dock becomes a fury of activity. Soldiers come pouring out of the only lit warehouse, like champagne pouring out of a bottle. “Oh fuck,” the shooting starts and you clutch the remote tighter. The lights are almost blinding and you stand going over to the wheel and holding yourself steady with the other hand.

The tugboats strain under the heavy weight of the ship, and bullets ricochet off the side. You can hear the shouts of the men, begging the boat to move and a pained cry has you on your tiptoes trying to get a glimpse of the injured party. The situation is grim and you look between the controller in your hands and the scene before you, take a deep breath, and press the button.

The blast is almost powerful enough to knock you over and you have to look away as the light from the explosion threatens to blind you. You slowly open your eyes, standing straight and mouth agape at the sight of the large ship coming straight toward you. “Fuck,” you manuver out of the way, falling into position behind them as you all make a mad dash out of the harbor.

“Those S-boats are gonna be on us soon!” One of the men shout from Bilis crew. Suddenly a second explosion rocks the boat and you turn wide eyed at the collection of S-boats exploding high into the sky.

The men cheer and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, taking the helm and leading the boat out into open water. You try to catch sight of Gus but it’s dark and the boats are moving at full speed. You turn to see the burning harbor when you notice one of the tugs waiting, a familiar head of hair, standing at one end looking off in the distance.

Lights appear across the water and you fumble for the gun Gus left you. You aim, looking down the barrel as the boat gets closer, you can hear Bili shout that they need to go but something gives Gus pause. “It’s Heron!” he shouts, “don’t shoot!” You let out a gasp and lower the gun, adrenaline humming.

They pull alongside the tug and Heron and a beautiful woman in a white dress climb aboard before the tug starts moving closer. When they get about two feet from the edge, Gus runs across the deck of the tug and jumps aboard.

“We did it!” He grabs you, throwing his arms around you and spinning you around with a laugh. He lowers you to the ground, kissing you with his arm wrapped around you with his right, and attempting to steer with the left.

“If you crash, my ship, I’ll kill you boss!” Henry shouts and you break apart, gasping at the blood soaking through the cloth wrapped around his shoulder.

“Henry! You’re hurt!”

“Eh, it’s just a scratch,” he shrugs with a smile.

“Nice timing sweetheart,” Freddy shouts with a smile. “I was worried you weren’t gonna press it.”

“Freddy, I’d blow up a hundred harbors to keep my family safe.”

“Your family?” Gus smiles, “I like the sound of that.”

“Do you?” you ask, wrapping both arms around his waist. “How about another title.”

“What’s that?” He grins.

“My husband.”

Gus keeps his arm around you the entire time, the clock ticking on your time together as the small blip that is the destroyer becomes larger and larger. The ants atop the ship become humans, all standing in crisp white uniforms in a row, one more decorated than the others with a scowl on his face.

“I see we meet again,” the Admiral puts his hands on his hips, “you disobeyed a direct order-”

“We have something for you,” Gus interrupts, “found this ship just abandoned in the Atlantic. Thought it might be helpful for you.”

The Admiral raises his brow looking around your ragtag crew, “I see you’re in cahoots with pirates now?”

“Excuse you,” Gus shouts, “show some respect, you’re in the presence of royalty!”

Bili lifts an imaginary hat with a grin and the Admiral seems less than pleased as he scoffs. “All of you are under arrest by her Majestys government. Come aboard at once.”

“Gus,” you whisper, holding tighter around his waist as he presses a kiss to your head.

“We knew this was coming, Darling, just follow my lead.” He unwraps from your hold and moves around the ship, helping his men aboard the ship till the last one is loaded. Bili’s men stay aboard the tugboat, awaiting his orders.

“Admiral,” Bili bows, “my men and I have finished our work here. Your army will regain control of the Atlantic. I just ask for me and my men to return home to Fernando Po so we may begin the cleanup. We have a nasty bug, that I would very much like to stamp out.”

The Admiral raises his head, his mouth agape from reading the manifest of the ship and two tugs before coughing to clear his throat. “Uhm, yes,” he nods, “I suggest you and your men leave before I change my mind.” He turns to the rest of the crew with a frown, “as for the rest of you, it’s the brig for you.”

Everyone bids Bili goodbye as they are slowly ushered below deck to the brig to await arrival back in England. “This one doesn’t belong,” the Admiral stops the progression pointing to you, “you’re not in the report as a part of the mission. Who is she? What is her purpose here?”

“She’s not a part of the mission,” Gus hurries, halfway pushing you behind him, “we saved her from a Nazi garrison, she was being held captive with Captain Appleyard. I couldn’t leave her behind on that island so we brought her along until we could safely return her to England.”

“Did she have any role in this nonsense?” the Admiral gestures to the three ships floating nearby.

“No. We kept her below deck, away from the action. She’s just a civilian.”

“Gus-” you interrupt but go silent when he gives you a stern look before he masks it with a charming smile.

“She had not role in the plot sir, she’s innocent.”

“Very well,” the Admiral nods, “find her a room. But you go to the brig, March-Phillips. I’ll see you locked away for the rest of your life for this.”

“Gus,” you reach toward him but one of the soldiers holds you back, “let me go!”

“Get your hands off her,” Gus shouts, brushing off the soldiers trying to usher him below deck. “Admiral,” Gus turns towards the man, looking back and forth between the two of you. “Are you able to perform a wedding ceremony?”

“What are you bloody on about March-Phillips?!”

“You said I’m going to be locked away for the rest of my life, right? Well if that’s the case, sir, I’d rather leave my home and all my belongings to someone that needs it. Since I won’t be needing it where I’ll be going, sir.” Gus locks eyes with you, “that is if you’ll have me, darling?”

“Oh Gus,” you shake off the soldier's arm, “yes, a million times yes.”

“This is utter madness,” the Admiral scoffs before turning to his second, “Go to my quarters and get the bible off my bedside.” The man runs off and Gus steps closer, reaching out for your hands.

“One more request sir,” Gus turns, “would our friends be able to attend? I would very much like Captain Appleyard to be my best man.”

“And I’d like Anders Lassen to stand at my side,” you add, turning back to Gus with a smile.

“Very well,” the Admiral says, less than pleased with the whole situation.

In ten minutes the entire crew, your friends, and the Admiral stand at attention as you and Gus say your vows overlooking the Atlantic ocean. Anders stands at your side, holding the makeshift bouquet one of the soldiers fashioned out of knotted rope. “By the power vested in me by the United Kingdom and her Majesty’s Royal Navy, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Gus beams, pulling you close and dipping you into a passionate kiss as the ship explodes into thunderous applause. Anders sobs loudly, Marjorie handing him a handkerchief as he tries to muffle his tears. When Gus rights you, he presses another quick kiss to your lips, “I love you, and I’ll continue to love you for the rest of my life.”

“I love you too,” you cry, wrapping your arms around him, “I’ll be waiting Gus. I’ll wait forever for you to come home to me because my home is you.”

“Sorry to interrupt this happy moment,” one of the soldiers cuts in, “but you need to go back to the brig, sir.” Gus glares him down and he drops his head stepping away as Gus gives you a dozen more kisses before going with the soldier. He holds your gaze till the last second and you can’t help but feel a part of your soul go with him.

The rest of the journey feels endless, knowing the man you love and friends are below you locked in a cage awaiting trial. The men that call this vessel home are kind, bringing you meals and escorting you around the ship for a walk. And when the boat docks a week later you wait after disembarking hoping for a glimpse of your husband.

“Miss,” a man comes up beside you, “I’m Lieutent Fleming, I’ve been instructed to bring you home.”

“I want to wait,” you frown, “I want to see him.”

“I’m afraid that’s impossible, they’ve been instructed to wait till you’re gone before unloading the prisoners.”

You glare, “those prisoners, are the most loyal soldiers I’ve ever known. Do you have any idea what they’ve done for this country?!”

His eyes widen, “I assure you, I am well aware of their sacrifice. Please, let me get you home and safe and I’ll explain everything. We have a plan to get them out. Please,” he holds out an arm towards the waiting car. You glance back at the ship one last time before biting your lip to hold back the tears and follow him into the car.

As he drives the tears stream down your face and you try to keep the sob clawing at your throat at bay. “Don’t worry, miss,” Lieutent Fleming assures, “we will get them out.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you whisper, burrowing down into the seat and closing your eyes.

The next six weeks pass in a blur of cleaning, coffee, and meetings with Ian. Lieutenant Fleming kept to his word and he’s been working alongside his boss, the mysterious M to get the boys and Marjorie from the military prison.

The day comes seven weeks and two days since you married Gus. “It’s time,” Ian quickly phones before the car arrives. You lock the door, pocketing the key and getting in.

“Good Morning Ian,” you smile, buckling up, and freezing when you notice it’s not Ian Fleming sitting across from you.

“Expecting someone else, were you?” Winston Churchill smiles across from you and you visibly swallow your mouth going dry. “Mrs. March-Phillips, I presume?” You nod, speechless, and he chuckles pleased, “you may call me Winston.”

“Oh, Mr. Churchill, I could never dream addressing you so informally,” you stumble over your words. “I just want my husband back, sir.”

“I understand,” he nods, putting his cigar back in his mouth and grinding down on one end while he talks. “You’re husband is a hero, and we need more like him. Men who are willing to take orders and give their own spin on them. Less yes sir, and no sir and more thinkers. I wish I had a hundred like him.”

You giggle, “I think theres no one out there quite like Gus.”

“Touche,” he grins, “I understand he’s been quite vocal about allowing visitors. The guards tell me they have a bag of letters for you upon arrival. He writes several daily but with the trial he was unable to send them. Another point he is most vocal about.”

The gate of the prison looms and your eyes widen as the car glides through and around the back out of view near the service entrance. “We can’t have anyone knowing I’m here.” You nod, following behind him as he gets out of the car and puts his hat on his head. A truck pulls up behind you and several soldiers disembark with baskets and silver tray ladden with rich foods. “I have to honor them somehow,” Mr. Churchill gives you a wink before he sets his face in the trademark scowl you’ve seen in the papers.

You follow as he walks down a dark corridor, his cane tapping on the floor almost soothing. “Stay here,” he stops just before the door, “you’ll be my last gift to them.” You pause, almost running around the corner but you know the anticipation is worth it. Mr. Churchills speech leaves tears gathering at the corner of your eyes and you ring your hands together as the soldiers carry in the food spreading it out on the table before them.

“And one last thing,” you perk up when you hear the chairs scrape across the floor as your friends prepare to dig into the feast. “Although this one is for you Captain March-Phillips than the rest of you. Come along, dear,” Mr. Churchill calls and you step around the corner, your heart nearly beating out of your chest.

Gus’s eyes nearly bug out as they trail over every inch of you, the tap of the cane fading as the silence grows. His hair has grown out and his facial hair is unkept but he’s still as handsome as ever. “Hello,” you whisper, your hands clenching at your side nervously, “did you miss me?”

Freddy snorts, “Miss you?! God woman that’s all he bloody talks about!” Marjorie slaps him up the back of the head and you laugh before Gus launches himself at you.

“Darling,” he shudders, holding you tight and putting his face in your neck taking deep inhales, “god, I was going mad without you.”

“Can confirm,” Freddy shouts.

“Shut up, you wanker!” Henry hits him in the shoulder, “They haven’t seen each other for seven bloody weeks.”

The room fades away as they quarrel at the table, but you only notice Gus. The feel of his muscle through the prison jumpsuit, the scratch of his facial hair against your skin, the warmth from his mouth pressing kisses to your neck. “Gus,” you whisper, running your hands through his hair as his mouth seeks your own, and he presses a kiss to your lips for the first time in nearly two months.

“Fuck,” he groans, “I missed you.”

“The feeling is mutual. Home is too quiet without you, and I can’t fucking sleep without you, Gus. I’m not sure I ever want to again.”

“You won’t,” he nuzzles your cheek before closing his eyes and keeping you pressed into his arms, “I won’t ever leave you again, darling.”

“Did you say home?” Henry interrupts, a mouthful of meat pie filling his mouth as he talks between bites.

“Yes,” you nod, “I moved into Gus’s home while he’s been away. Ian Fleming helped me.”

“Ah-ha!” Food splatters across the table as he points at Freddy, “You owe me ten pounds!”

“The bet was, she would go home with him at the end of the mission! He never went home, so actually you owe me ten pounds!”

“You bet on us?” you ask, with a chuckle, Gus leading you over to the table and pulling you into his lap.

“Ja,” Anders nods, “there were several bets actually.”

“And this bet was if I would go home with Gus at the end of the mission?” they both nod digging back into their dinner. “Well then, Henry would win,” Freddy opens to his mouth to argue but you hold up a hand silencing him. You take the fork out of Gus’s hand feeding him bites of pie as he leans against your chest with his eyes closed, a smile stretched against his face. “Because as soon as you completed I went home with Gus. Maybe not physically but I’m his wife and he’s my husband and wherever I go he’s in my heart and I his.”

“That’s not how it works,” Freddy pouts.

“Don’t bet on me then, if you don’t like the outcome,” Gus laughs opening his eyes and pulling you down for a kiss.

His eyes are warm as he rubs his hand against your cheek, his friends laughing and teasing one another surrounded by good food. All's right with the world and in an hour they’ll be free. Gus pulls you in for another kiss his lips lingering a second longer as he whispers against your lips, a smile splitting his face, “that’s my girl.”

Requests are open. Got another idea for this fandom? Send them my way! Thanks for reading!

[bh-52]

What are some of your favorite Akatsuki headcannons?

Deidara personally arranges New Year's fireworks displays while Konan and Sasori handle other decorations for their new year's party, and they all help setting up the Lunar New year's Eve festivities in Amegakure

Offscreen, Konan is the mum of the group.

Tobi has a crush on Konan, and he hates that he does because he thinks he's being disloyal to Rin.

Kakazu's idea of money laundering is literally cleaning his dirty money, especially his coins.

Itachi has a mug declaring himself one of the only two sane Akatsuki members, (Konan has the other), and nobody disputes it.

The Akatsuki has a betting pool about whether Nagato and Konan are directly a couple, or if the Deva path (Yahiko's corpse) is dating her.

Obito sometimes steals Kakashi's Icha Icha collections, and hides them in the Kamui dimension. He also reads them.

Nagato makes Wizard of Oz references when Akatsuki members meet the real him.

Sasori's favourite song is There are no strings on me.

Every Akatsuki member, except Zetsu, Kakazu and Orochimaru, has given Konan valentine's day cards.

In his early days as a member, Itachi would have nightmares, and Konan would take it upon herself to calm him down and comfort him.

Konan's extremely ticklish, and loves being tickled.

Hidan, Kakazu, Zetsu & Sasori make horror movies together.

Sasori, Orochimaru & Kakazu were the Akatsuki's official medics.

Hidan is a Jinchuriki for the spirit of Jashin, his immortality being why he was chosen.

Konan wanted to adopt baby Naruto & Fuu, so they could be raised by the Akatsuki. A sentiment a surprising number of members were all for doing.

Orochimaru's favourite Bleach characters are Mayuri Kurotsuchi & Sosuke Aizen.

The Akatsuki invited Zabuza to join, and he told them he'd consider it since he already had Haku to look after.

Hidan wanted to recruit Raiga, but the rest of the Akatsuki rejected the idea faster than Minato using the hiraishin.

Obito (as both Obito and Tobi) tried to win the Dango eating world championship, and lost to Anko Mitarashi both times.

When the group's all together, Itachi's in charge of breakfast, Konan's in charge of lunch and afternoon tea, Kisame's in charge of dinner, and Sasori's in charge of dessert.

Even though he doesn't have taste buds anymore, Sasori still bakes perfectly.

Deidara's favourite song is TNT

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Bird-Fairy!

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Pairing: Avengers x Little!Reader

Summary: you make Sam fairy wings!

Warnings: ddlg dynamics,age regression?!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

“Sammy! Sammy!” You squealed running into the main room to find him, seeing Steve and Bucky on the far side of the sofa, and Sam on the other side.

You caught all their attention, their heads turning to you.

“Yeeeessss?” He smiled raising an eyebrow, you giggled “I have surprise for you!” You squealed as you hid something behind you.

“Ooh…what is it?” He asked

“Turn around!”

“Okay..” he said hesitantly as he turned around

You held his arms and put something on his back.

He turned around confused.

“Bird-Fairy!” You squealed as your clapped your hands.

And Sam went bright red.

“Yeah bun! Sammys a fairy!” Steve smiled to you trying to stifle his laugh.

Along with Bucky, he was biting his lip trying to hide his own laugh too.

“Bird-Fairy!” You corrected Steve and he nodded.

You gasped when you forgot the other thing you made, you ran back and grabbed it.

Steve and Bucky let their laughs out. They were belly laughing, Bucky was crying.

“Shut up tinman!” Sam rolled his eyes “I’m her favourite, she didn’t make you anything” sam teased and Bucky laughed.

You rushed back in, “here” you smiled handing Sam a fair wand.

“Thank you kiddo…” Sam sighed but smiled when he saw your happy face.

“Hand please?” You asked Steve and smiled, giving you his hand.

You squealed happily when you put a crafted Captain Hook hand on his hand.

“Captain Hook!” You beamed making him laugh.

“Arghh!” He said as he tickled you making you laugh “stop!” You screamed through giggles until he surrendered on his attack.

“C’mere” he said in a whisper as he knelt down to you,

“You should go make buck somethin, he might feel left out otherwise?” He whispered and you nodded as you ran back into your room getting started on a new idea.

They were all laughing as they waited for you to come back.

“Baba!”” You giggled as you ran back in catching their attention again.

You stood on the sofa as you placed a hat on buckys head.

It was the same one as the tinman from wizard of oz

And it tipped Steve and Sam off the edge as they burst out laughing.

“You little cheek!” Bucky grinned as he tickled you mercilessly making you scream a laugh as you tried to stop his hand.

You were all laughing and it was definitely one of the funnest days ever.

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Where's it at?-

I'm not even gonna say anything. I'm just gonna wait until I see at least one or three of the either arts, stories, or something.

[city-tickles]

Greetings city-tickles!

Long time listener, first time caller.

Once upon a time over the rainbow, I happened upon a tickle video by Scarlet Sins clearly too raunchy for YouTube as it was taken down. It is the only Wizard of Oz themed tickle video I’ve ever come across and a masterful delight, if a little fiendish! “The Poppy’s!” Eeeeep.

Would you happen to know this one?

Please & thank you 🙏💕 👣

Hi!

The good news is I was able to find it. The bad news is that it’s behind a paywall so I can’t get it. It’s called “Inside the Ruby Slippers” But I have a gif.

Hope you enjoy!

[shadow-bonnie37]

The Wizard of Oz AU Headcanons

Okay OZ-holes! Listen up, please don't take this TOO seriously. This doesn't entirely match up with the Wizard of Oz movie or books. M'kay, with that said, try not to panic over my Headcanon for the rulers of the Land of Oz. North, East, South, West and even Mista' Great and Terrible themselves.

Griffin of the North - To be completely honest, Griff is a total Fluttershy. His nervousness is usually what gets him wrecked, although he doesn't get tickled very much. But if he does, it's Gwendolyn who tickles him the most, on 2 conditions: Do it in private and be gentle. He's not the best ler or as good as Gwen. But sometimes, Gwen will invite him to practice tickling her or (most likely) to assist with wrecking Helga and Estello. As for his acquaintance with Otto, well... uh... let's just say that Griff is "working on" getting to know them. As in, Otto's intimidating people, even though they're doing something friendly, rude, or ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

Worst spots are bust, neck, and armpits. Will immediately blush before, during, and after the wrecking, for him or someone else.

Estello of the East - Oh my goodness, where do I even begin?! Estello is an S-Tier, rude selfish 21 year old dude with a wicked jealous attitude. He's definitely a Ler, with his most common targets being his sister: Helga, and Griffin (on occasion). Estello tried to attack both Gwen and Otto, but both flunked... bad. He stands no chance against Ms. G as the Lee, as for Otto... we'll say that had similar results: Massive Ls across the board. Womp womp. Who could expect Otto to be so skilled in the art of DODGING?

Worst spots are behind his knees, hips, and soles of his feet. Won't hesitate to fight back in merciless fashion, but it'll be difficult to focus when he's being a target.

Gwendolyn (Gwen or Ms. G) of the South - This witch isn't usually one to partake in tickling, but when she allows Griffin to wreck her, she won't fight back. What? She wants him to be able to bite back and not be attacked once in a while. Estello and Helga are her main targets, because they bother her and Griff. As for Otto, she doesn't mind having them around, as long as they don't mind using their powers less often in her city.

Her thighs are the worst spot thus far. Griffin can decent reaction from her by massaging her scalp and ears, during which she'll emit a slight purring. She'll be gentle with her opponents... as long as they're willing to behave.

Helga of the West - Unlike her brother: Estello, the 19 year old Helga is a very big fan of stealth and socializing. As a Ler, she's always lucky to have Estello close by to help out or act as a target. Although it won't hurt to tease Griffin for being a scaredy cat, but Gwendolyn is not making the game easy. Rumor has it that Helga blossomed emotions within Otto, but what we do know is that she did get wrecked by Mista' Great and Terrible and quickly retaliated against them... and surprisingly got let off easy.

Worst spots are the soles of her feet, hips, and spine. Will use her nails to tickle others, or any tools she can find. Helga's really playful for a Lee and Ler, and having been acquainted with the Wizard, she's started to come back to them for more interactions.

Otto of Oz (Mista' Great and Terrible) - Not a lot is released on their majesty's tickle spots outside of the Emerald City, until recently in an episode of their Ask Otto variety gameshow secretly broadcasted from the Emerald City on the West Side's cable channels. In the episode's introduction, Helga asks Mista Great and Terrible if they were aware of the recent tickle fights the Witches were having and Otto says in response,"It's funny for me to say because I, myself happen to be ticklish too." Before a commercial break, they then say, "Hoho, Fancy that! I have ticklish hands!" And later admits on live television, "Golly, let's see where I'm ticklish... I don't like to yak about it (too much), but I'll share it with one word: EVERYWHERE!" But the MOST shocking part of this episode is that when Helga guest starred in it, she got to tickle Otto in front of the audience. Helga and Mista' Great And Terrible's reactions implies that what they weren't joking about being "ticklish everywhere".

Aside from the Witches and Warlocks of Oz, Otto loves making other creatures laugh, and that includes their own staff, citizens of the Emerald City, Sky Folk, and their younger brother: Lieutenant O. Using partial Seraphim Magic isn't off the table, but Otto can make floating copies of their gloves, seltenvogel feathers, spiral brushes and (for some reason) back massagers. They may be shy about the topic off stage, but they're brilliant at tickling, suppose it's safe to say that Otto had enough practice on their lieutenant and vice very much versa.

Lieutenant O told Emerald Insider that Otto's worst spots are their belly, toes, rump, sides and the aforementioned hands (despite being "ticklish everywhere"). And for each spot, it appears that Otto has a different style of laughter they emit in response. (Ex: For their sides, Otto will belt silly, contagious giggling. For the toes, a more high pitched, dolphin-like cackling will be heard).

Otto later said that their belly was in fact their 'favorite' spot to be tickled, because in their words, "Helga targeted the spot, and managed to coax a genuine snorting giggle from me. Sure, I might've been a teensy bit embarrassed then, but looking back now makes me smile. The lesson that day? Never be afraid to have a good laugh... even if you snort!" And if you're wondering, yes, their majesty can snort, all it takes is patience and a raspberry or two.

[ladylilithprime]

Day 26: Enchanted

CASTIEL WAS NOT in bed when Sam woke that morning. This wasn't exactly unusual - the Seraph didn't stay over at the Bunker every night, not since the renegotiation of angelic duties with the new leadership of Heaven accounting for a Divinely Sanctioned human mate and the resumption of those duties involving spending at least some time in Heaven doing things Castiel didn't always want to talk about later - but most nights that Castiel was in the Bunker and their bed when Sam went to sleep then he would usually wake up to find Castiel right beside him, watching him wake up with softly glowing eyes and a tender expression. Sam always felt a little embarrassed by that, especially since he knew that Castiel's presence in the bed was deliberate; the angel didn't sleep, and would frequently take the opportunity once Sam was out and unlikely to succumb to nightmares to read or investigate the store rooms in the Bunker for things that would or could be dangerous for a human to handle and catalog them properly. It was part of their morning ritual for Castiel to review those discoveries with Sam, and Dean if he was awake and present, over breakfast and coffee. The only times Castiel didn't come to bed before Sam woke were when something was dangerous or preoccupying enough that the angel waited with the artifact to give both brothers a thorough report on it before leaving to acquire the necessary components to securely store or destroy it.

Therefore, knowing that he had gone to bed with Castiel stroking his hair and softly reading The Wizard of OZ aloud as he fell asleep, Sam was only mildly concerned to wake up alone. That concern increased as he shuffled out the door towards the kitchen and became aware of Dean's voice raised in aggression and the growl of Castiel answering him. Castiel's voice sounded a little off, too, and there was an added layer to the subharmonics that Sam had started being able to hear after their Bond was solemnized that meant his mate was getting very frustrated with whatever Dean was complaining about. Sam tried not to groan - it was too early to play mediator! - but he scrubbed his hands over his face and forced his feet to carry him the rest of the way into the kitchen.

"Morning, Dean. Morning, Cas," Sam yawned, peering through the fall of his hair at his brother and his mate. Dean looked almost comical, caught between murderous and baffled as he stood on one side of the kitchen holding a frying pan up in a threatening gesture. Castiel, on the other hand, looked more tired than anything, arms crossed and eyes blinking slowly, the agitated ruffle of feathers in those massive wings smoothing out and fanning open in welcome as Sam approached. Blue eyes met his and Sam obligingly ducked his head to greet his mate with the silently requested kiss as they usually shared. "So what did you find in the store rooms this time?"

"What the hell, Sam?!" Dean exploded, waving his frying pan in a wide arc. "That ain't Cas!"

"I think I'm capable of recognizing my own mate, jerk," Sam huffed as he rolled his eyes, though now that he thought about it the body fitting itself neatly against his side did feel slighter than the late Jimmy Novak, and there hadn't been the familiar tickle of stubble against his chin when they had kissed. Had he needed to duck his head more than usual? Sam turned back to Castiel and made himself really focus, filtering through the sight of his mate's upturned Face to look at the flesh and bone form Castiel wore. He blinked. "New vessel, or something in the Bunker?"

"As I was attempting to explain to Dean," Castiel said with a huff that Sam absently noted sounded a lot like him only higher in pitch, "The artifact I encountered in the third most store room last night has altered my physical appearance. I would speculate that it also has an external dissociative component to the enchantment as, despite being told repeatedly who I am, he continues to disbelieve me."

"And I recognize you because...?"

"You are not attempting to identify me by my physical appearance," Castiel explained, one hand gesturing up and down to indicate the changed stature and gracefully feminine curves Sam could just make out beneath the T-shirt and sweatpants that had been borrowed for bed the night before. "This does not confuse you because you rarely look at my Vessel anymore, and the enchantment was only enacted upon a physical level."

"Makes sense," Sam nodded. Bonding with Castiel had given him the ability to perceive his mate's True Form, and after the initial adjustment to seeing the huge wings and Castiel's real, actual Face, Sam had gotten used to just seeing Castiel instead of "Castiel in his Jimmy suit", as Dean put it. Speaking of his brother, Sam looked over at Dean and raised his eyebrows. "Dude, relax. If you can't bring yourself to believe this really is Castiel, can you at least trust that I wouldn't be this comfortable around a complete stranger?"

"Fair enough," Dean admitted after a moment of silence, lowering the frying pan. "So what do we do to fix this and get Cas back?"

Sam looked back down at Castiel, who... winced.

"There was a manual, of sorts, for the artifact," the angel admitted, bringing one hand up to shove back through much longer than usual dark hair. "The language was rather frustratingly euphemistic and, predictably, rather outdated by modern standards, but the purpose and properties of the artifact were cataloged."

"So, a very old artifact, clearly if euphemistically labeled, possibly made by the Men of Letters themselves, and changes the physical sex of a person's body with an added dissociation element to not connect the new body fully with the original person," Sam summarized with a thoughtful frown. There was an answer there, one his still-tired brain wasn't quite able to reach for, and that clearly made Castiel uncomfortable to talk about. Coffee was definitely still needed, because at this rate he wasn't going to be much help.

"Oh, shit," Dean muttered, the frying pan falling to the floor from his abruptly lax grip with a loud clang. "Don't tell me it's a sex thing!"

"Very well," Castiel deadpanned, and fell silent.

"Oh come on!" Dean groaned when it became obvious what Castiel was doing. He scrubbed a hand over his face and bent to pick up the frying pan. "Okay, fine. Freaky sex totem for a bunch of repressed research nerds who took the Men of Letters part too seriously for too damn long. How do we reverse it?"

"The artifact is designed to reverse itself within forty-eight hours, provided the person... affected... engages in coitus within that time frame," Castiel explained stiffly. "Otherwise, the condition will persist for a further week, and then another further week until the sexual requirement has been fulfilled. The purpose of the artifact was not meant for a permanent transformation, but was intended for purely recreational purposes."

There was a moment of silence while both Sam and Dean processed that statement, that Castiel was going to be stuck in this enchantment-altered body until that body was used for sex. Well, Sam thought, there was the possibility of going out and finding a different vessel, leaving the enchanted body of Jimmy Novak empty and female in the Bunker-- nope, that wasn't going to work, for more reasons than just Castiel's preference to retain a vessel that had been released completely without an attendant soul being taken from his or her life. So, sex it was, even though Castiel was asexual and Sam--

At length, Dean heaved a heavy sigh and said what best summed up the situation. "Well, fuck."

[thejellyfishgentleman]

so like-

my friend has a tumblr that he’s secretive about (the wizard of oz) . And I was like “haha” until I remembered what I post.

Glances over at my tickle tumblr account yeah, I’m never making fun of him ever again