#merlin tickle fic

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Shut up, Merlin!

Fic Descript: Arthur learns the hard way that Merlin is very talented in the art of revenge after the king gets stuck wrapped in the drapes of his bed.

~A/N  - HEY ANON I TOLD YOU I HAD A MERLIN FIC IN THE WORKS !!!

I thought of this concept like AAAAAAGES ago and thought it was super funny and perfect for our little dynamic duo.

I have been absolutely vibing while on medication for my ADHD it's so nice to just be able to ✨start things✨ ?? and then, leave those things and ✨return later ✨?? and not have to drag myself to the finish line ?? crazy

- Enoy! ~

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Merlin and Arthur would die for each other.

There was no question about it. And they had come pretty close to it on multiple occasions. Whether it be facing trolls, witches, wildren, or mortal humans, both would take a sword to the heart for the other if the need arose.

If no danger was in sight, however, they would gladly throw each other under (the medieval equivalent of) the bus.

The pair had been out hunting, and a rather unsuccessful hunt at that. Arthur was in piss-poor form, which meant Merlin took every opportunity to run his mouth (and annoy the king further). They were making their way back to the castle, Arthur leading the way and Merlin trotting along behind.

"-do you remember when you missed that deer that was riiight in front of you?" Merlin asked, his face would suggest innocence but his tone proved he was trying to piss Arthur off.

"Shut up Merlin." Arthur replied flatly.

"And what about that time you were aiming for that huge bird?" Merlin continued. "But it flew off before you even had the chance to line up your bow?"

Arthur glared directly forwards, to no-one in particular. "Shut up, Merlin."

The men turned their horses off the beaten path and onto a lesser known shortcut through the thick forest back to Camelot.

Partially to clear the path, and partially to vent his frustration, Arthur swung his sword in front of him to clear some of the vines blocking their way. Perhaps the thickness of the foliage would deter Merlin from any more snide comments, and make him focus more on directing his horse through the areas too thick for Arthur to break.

Surprise surprise, Merlin continued as before. "And the rabbit- oh the knights are never going to let you forget that you lost a sword fight to an unarmed bunny-".

"Shut up Merlin!" Arthur groaned, wiping his face with his hands to try and wipe Merlin's voice from his brain.

"But we haven't even got to the-"

Merlin's taunt was interrupted by a sudden quiet, one that Arthur whispered silent praise to. "Have you finally taken my advice?"

When his servant didn't reply, Arthur slowed his horse. The now unnerving silence made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and at the faint rustle of vegetation Arthur whipped his head round and drew his sword - prepared to leap from his horse and engage with whatever potential threat may have overpowered his friend.

But the moment his eyes caught sight of what made the rustle, Arthur burst into laughter.

Merlin hung a few metres behind his dismounted horse, completely tangled in the green ropes. The tautness of the plant rendered him almost immobile, a fact that was well demonstrated by his fruitless wriggling.

"Now," Arthur said with a grin, his previous sour mood turned completely upside down. "What was that you were saying about the knights not letting us forget things? Because I think they'd love to hear about this."

Merlin's glare shot daggers in Arthur's direction. "Hah hah." He said sarcastically. "Now help me down you ass."

Climbing off his horse, Arthur threw his sword into the dirt and sat on a nearby fallen tree. His grin eating more shit than a dung beetle.

Merlin scoffed. "Really? You're just going to sit there."

Arthur shrugged. "I've worked hard enough on this hunt, I think I deserve to have a bit of entertainment."

Merlin rolled his eyes and writhed further, pulling at the greenery with all his might before giving up and letting his body go limp.

"You're really not going to get me out of this?" He asked sincerely, a hint of annoyance still hiding at the back of his throat.

"You're a big boy Merlin." Arthur grinned cockily, stifling a chuckle. "You can do it."

With another roll of his eyes, Merlin continued to wrestle against the vines. But it seemed no matter which way he pulled, somehow he kept tightening the bounds that kept him suspended a few metres above the floor. He couldn't even use his magic with Arthur watching him this closely.

"You know Merlin, I think if you'd just relax you would have been free by now." Arthur continued.

Merlin made a few disgruntled noises before continuing to wriggle in the plants.

After a few minutes, Arthur stretched his arms dramatically. "I could take a nap by the time you've finished."

"Do it then." Merlin muttered under his breath. "Lazy ass."

Ignoring Merlin's comment, Arthur folded his arms behind his head and closed his eyes.

The warlock scoffed, before taking his opportunity to mutter a quick spell and free himself from the godforsaken foliage.

Unfortunately, he freed himself a little too eagerly, and left his body weight with nothing to support it. He toppled from the web of vines directly into a substantially deep patch of mud underneath him.

Arthur cackled at the sight, clapping his hands once before standing up and mounting his horse again. "Come on then."

Merlin grunted, dragging his feet through the ankle-deep sludge to where his horse was patiently waiting.

"I feel sorry for your saddle." Arthur grinned behind him. "Having all that dirt smeared over it."

Merlin shot him a glare. "And I feel sorry for yours, having your arse squashing it."

Rolling his eyes, Arthur quipped back a retort. "At least I'm not the one who has to clean it."

"I doubt you'd know where to start."

Early the next morning, before even the sun was up, Merlin snuck into the royal chambers. Not an unfamiliar process by this point, though usually it had far less exciting intent. This was not about cleaning, or polishing, or even returning stolen goods.

This was about revenge.

Focusing his attention on the sleeping king, Merlin swiped his eyes to the drapes of the bed at the top two corners, chanting an incantation. The fabric wound and tied itself around Arthur's wrists - perfectly balanced between holding firm without cutting off his blood flow. Then came the bedsheets themselves, winding around the bottom bedposts and around Arthur's legs with a similar spell.

Smirking to himself, Merlin slinked away to the furthest point of the room. Giving himself a mindless task of busywork to wait for Arthur to waken.

After what felt like hours, there was movement. At first, the sounds of a half-sleeping grunt and a rough attempt at turning himself over came from Arthur's bed. Then, a slightly bewildered collection of mumbles and tugs to the material. Before finally,

"WHAT THE-?" Arthur bellowed, thrashing in the binds. "MERLIN!"

Deciding to take this moment to make himself known, Merlin popped his head from around the corner. "Morning sunshine."

"Merlin." Arthur breathed an exasperated sigh of relief, before continuing his brash tone. "Get me out of here!"

Merlin smirked at his friend. "Oh but I've got a long day of work ahead, I feel I deserve some entertainment."

Arthur glared at him. "Merlin. Get. Me. Out."

Just to rub the situation in, Merlin sat on the lower half of the bed (where Arthur couldn't reach) with his legs crossed, letting his chin fall on his hands - eager to watch the show.

Realising his manservant was going to be absolutely no help, Arthur began thrashing again, tugging at the drapes of his bedframe with little success.

"You know," Merlin suggested. "If you'd just relax, maybe you'd get out."

"I can't relax!" Arthur cried indignantly. "I am stuck, and hungry - I haven't even had breakfast! I'm wasting away-"

"Oh you're fine." Merlin laughed, poking Arthur's exposed side.

Arthur shrieked and recoiled (as best as the bedding would allow), internally cursing his decision to sleep without a shirt on. He locked eyes with his manservant, watching the cogs tick momentarily in Merlin's brain.

"Oh~?" Merlin grinned. "What's this?"

"Merlin I swear to you..." Arthur threatened, trying his best to keep his composure. "I will throw you in the stocks if you come any closer."

Merlin shrugged. "You've done worse." And crawled closer.

"I'll have you executed!" Arthur's voice was beginning to break with nerves.

Merlin laughed briefly. "You wouldn't survive without me."

Pulling himself together, Arthur called upon his most serious, kingly, threatening tone. "I'll ban you from the tavern!"

Merlin rolled his eyes, before clambering behind his friend - reveling in the freedom he had to really draw out the anticipation.

"Guahards!" Arthur shrieked, a bark of laughter breaking up his command as he twisted as far away from Merlin as he could. "Help!"

"Oh they can't hear you." Merlin grinned, noting the way Arthur almost seemed to relax at that statement. Perhaps the king needed this more than he did.

Either way, Arthur was royally screwed.

Merlin's spindly fingers began climbing up Arthur's sides, making the king jolt and yelp with every touch. Even when all he could see was Arthur's reddening ears, Merlin knew Arthur's face was scrunched as tightly as possible - avoiding even the smallest semblance of a smile.

Surprisingly, as Merlin's hands climbed higher, Arthur's breathing relaxed. The tension in his muscles remained, not allowing himself the risk of letting out so much as a snicker, but clearly his ribs and armpits weren't where Merlin should be focusing.

Following the cues of his victim friend, Merlin let his hands drag down over the curves of Arthur's love handles. Instantly, the king's breathing hitched - bingo.

Continuing the previously-built anticipation, Merlin slowly scraped his blunt fingernails against Arthur's skin, pulling his digits from splayed out to centered on the king's sides. Arthur was practically vibrating at this point with the pure effort of keeping his reactions at bay. Desperately gripping at the tough-guy facade with a pained grimace on his face, he pulled at the drapes his limbs were caught in at violent, random intervals.

"You're allowed to smile, you know." Merlin teased right in his friend's ear, adding a little more pressure to transition into light poking.

Arthur yelped in reaction, before grunting - as if to remind Merlin that Arthur was the King of Camelot, far too tough for something as childish as being ticklish.

Unfortunately, he had a little shit of a man-servant. And someone who knew exactly what to do to get him to crack a smile.

"Huh, maybe His Majesty the King isn't ticklish after all..." Merlin proclaimed, watching Arthur's cheek twitch into a stifled (but amused) grin, before clawing his hands against Arthur's sides.

Arthur's body seized, pulling against the fabric holding him in place so tightly Merlin thought the bedframe might snap, before slumping into Merlin's tickly grasp.

And the sweetest, most childish giggles Merlin had ever heard bubbled out of Arthur's mouth.

"Meh-meh-meherlihin!" Arthur gasped between bouts of soft laughter. "Wahahait!"

"Oh?" Merlin raised an eyebrow (not that Arthur could see). "Are you ticklish, Arthur?"

Arthur ducked his head to his shoulder. "Shuhuhut up Meherlin!"

It was at this moment, Merlin realised that while Arthur was occasionally pulling on the binds, it didn't seem intentional. Arthur only seemed to really pull with one hand, and not even to protect himself.

It seemed he was only focused on covering his (now bright red) face... Interesting.

"What's the matter?" Merlin beamed, peeking his head around next to Arthur's. "It can't tickle that badly."

"Meherlin!" Arthur's eyes widened with a flustered laugh, before flicking his head in the other direction. "Shuhuht uhuhup!"

Merlin laughed. "You're one to talk about shutting up Mr Giggles."

Arthur's cheeks burned even brighter - the poor guy looked more flustered than Merlin had ever seen him before. At this point Merlin was having more fun teasing the king than actually tickling him.

Though by this point, Arthur was almost getting used to the clawing at his love handles, so Merlin decided to swap techniques and start squeezing at Arthur's hip bones.

Turns out, Arthur has the perfect layering of fat and muscle for Merlin to drill his fingers all the way into the king's hips without pain - just a hell of a lot of tickling.

Arthur screeched, and though his breathing became more frantic and his struggling became more erratic, the bubbly giggles from before sounded just as carefree (just a little less gentle).

"Meher- nohohoho- meherlin wahahait!" Arthur cackled, his face in a permanent beam.

"Well isn't this just adorable." Merlin teased, pitter-pattering his fingers over Arthur's stomach before returning to the king's hips. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you this happy."

"Shuhuhut uhup meheherlin!"

Merlin grinned at his friend, finally deciding to show mercy. Poor Arthur was nearing exhaustion, and he still had a full day of training with the knights ahead of him.

With a swift, inconspicuous mutter, Merlin loosened the drapes holding Arthur hostage. It took the king a few moments to finally realised he could free himself, and he escaped with a little less hurry than Merlin expected.

But even after Arthur's breathing returned to normal, and the flush had almost faded from his face, Arthur still had a massive grin splitting his cheeks and his arms folded over his eyes.

Merlin stood off the bed and let his friend lie there for a few moments, waiting for the usual threat or sarcastic quip that followed their usual banter sessions.

"Will that be all, my lord?" Merlin grinned, moving towards the door (and hoping to provoke some sign of life out of the guy.)

Arthur just giggled again. "Shuhut up Merlin."

#crow's tickle fic #merlin tickle fic #lmao I wrote half of this in the ER on a monday night #life be crazy but tkls persist #also I'm trialing out adding descriptions to fics so let me know what you think!

[gigglysn4ke]

Hello ^////^ you can call me snake!

This is kind of an introduction post and where I'll say what fandoms I will try to write for!

So as I have stated in my bio, I am 18 and I'm a lee hehe (itkillsmetoevenwritethetword)

I decided to start writing about it (you know, tickling) because, well, there are certain things I wanted to read and couldn't find so I figured, why not write it myself?

I'll admit, I haven't been tickled in a long time, but I know for sure I'm a lee lol if I ever tickle somebody it's because I want them to retaliate pretend you didn't read that

Anyway, here are the fandoms I will write for! You are more than welcome to send requests anytime, by the way. I am strictly SFW!

• stray kids (my ults❣️)

• ateez (I'm a baby atiny so I'll need to get to know them a bit more)

• dan and phil

• markiplier, crankgameplays, jacksepticeye

• harry potter

• buzzfeed unsolved/watcher

• merlin (bbc merlin)

If I think of more I will add them lol

#stray kids tickle #ateez tickle #tickle community #tickle fanfiction #kpop tickle #tickle fic #markiplier tickle #crankgameplays tickle #jacksepticeye tickle #tickling #fanfiction #fanfic #i hated writing that word over and over omg🙈 #bfu tickle #buzzfeed unsolved tickle fic #shyan tickle #merlin tickle #bbc merlin fanfic

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Things That Haven’t Happened Yet || a @jilymicro-oops || Chapter 4 8k Words || Rated E || Start from the beginning

Now Complete

The first thing James registers is a light tickle on his neck. He blinks his eyes open and as they slowly take in the unfocused, lightly lit room, memories start to flood in, helped in large part by the warm body nestled into his side. Portsmouth. Lips pull into a grin of disbelief as the feeling of her—Lily Evans—warm and real against the side of his body ushers him into a state of consciousness. How James had gotten so lucky as to be here with her is a complete mystery to him, but he dozed off last night (head in her lap while light fingers twined in his hair) thanking Merlin and every god he could name for this time. Careful not to disturb her, he cranes his neck to get a better view: her red hair is wild and unruly around her face (much of it brushing up against James’ neck and blown about by her soft breathing), her hand is splayed out on his bare chest while her cheek is pressed firmly into the side of it. He wishes he could make out the look on her face, but without his glasses (which he doesn’t dare grab in fear of waking her), he can only imagine. Even without the finer details, his chest tightens at the view of her—of them—and he wants it to last for as long as it can. He just wants to have this one moment before she wakes up and it changes.

A/N Thank you all so much for your love for this fic! The response has been unbelievable! 🫶🏼

#things that haven't happened yet #tthhy #kelsey writes #jily #james potter #lily evans #jple #smut #jily smut #jilymicro oops

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Pay My Price (Mage!Reader x Henry Mills)

Requested by anonymous for Once upon a time fic? Henry and his magic flirty bf being a chaotic duo causing lots of problems ( Henry wanting adventures which go wrong) his bf then helping him clean up his mess but also flirting with Henry every chance he gets like during fights he sees Henry kicking butt and his bf would whistle then say something flirty with a smirk and wink

"Hey, Mills! Nice butt."

"Wait, what? Aargh!" Henry yelps, having been distracted enough by your compliment to get thrown through the air by the troll.

You laugh and incinerate the beast with a fireball before leaping down to help Henry stand.

"You're a total jerk, you know that?"

"You love me." you wink at him, and he kisses you, arms wrapping around your waist.

You hadn't been particularly enthused by Henry's cockamamie idea to start up a new Knights of the Round Table to patrol the Enchanted Forest, but who better than you to be the new Merlin to his King Arthur? Henry had never been great at magic and you, meanwhile, were quickly growing in power as a mage.

You two had been traveling between worlds, using Henry's new abilities as the Author, trying to connect each Enchanted Forest to each other, and using Storybrooke as a nexus.

It had been... going. Not as great as Henry wished, but still progress was being made.

And the two of you had been progressing too. You had been Henry's boyfriend since the two of you were sixteen. Now you're twenty-three, and Henry has become tall, and even cuter than before.

And getting to see him in the tight breeches popular in the Enchanted Forest has been quite a treat.

Unfortunately, being a pair of attractive boyfriends away from home without supervision has made you both easily... distracted.

Magic has its price, and apparently that price has been both of your ability to focus on the task and not each other.

Henry loves watching you work spells and brew potions. Even more when it's something you get to use on him. In turn, his swordplay drives you to distraction, and he's learned that going shirtless always helps get a reaction, so he does it as much as he can.

Flirting in battle is also a must. Although it's quite dangerous, it's kinda thrilling that you two are so enamored with each other it can literally override your self-preservation instinct.

Henry also is endlessly creative, seemingly unaware that magic just helps make situations more unpredictable.

He tried to fend off some bandit ogres by having you create a fiery ring around the village... not accounting for the wind that blew your flames onto the village as well as the ogres.

Most of your time is spent cleaning up his well-meaning messes, and he's been getting better... mostly due to your instruction.

You playfully curse him after every mishap. Things like making his clothes all fit way too tightly on him (you got to see so much blushing skin that week), or causing his skin to get overly sensitive so he was constantly tickled, or making his hair change color whenever he spoke, which elicited the cutest pout and silent treatment.

But once he gets over his pride, he'll admit his mistakes to you and offer a kiss, ending his curse with True Love.

And then he'll tickle you and manhandle you for daring to curse him.

And somehow, this has made you both into a better team. There's a lot less messing up and a whole lot more awesome butt kicking.

Henry does make a powerful Knight of the Forest.

He still feels a need to prove himself, which keeps leading to mishaps, but you're sure a few more creative sexy curses will help him along.

It's good to have magic.

Especially if the price you pay is being with the sweetest and most handsome boyfriend in the Enchanted Forest.

#henry mills x reader #henry mills x male reader #ouat x male reader #ouat x reader #ouat headcanons #headcanons

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Hello!

You can call me Dahlia <3 (no, this is not my real name)

I'm 18-20, straight, she/her pronouns

I'm like 85% Lee. (And a bit of a brat)

That other 15% you better watch out for!

I would love to meet new people and make new friends! My Dm's are open, I'm just too shy to say hello first!

Boundaries:

Anyone 25+ or NSFW feel free to interact, but please do not comment or DM

Teases are welcome, but please keep it sfw!

I do not wish to discuss tickling as a kink on this blog!

I will not be doing any face reveals or giving out any personal information. Please do not ask.

I am willing to RP, but only with people I am comfortable with and only sfw. Please don't just jump straight into my DMs with RP requests.

Please don't be creepy in the DMs or you will be blocked.

I am not looking for any irl sessions!

Thank you for reading! I hope you have a beautiful day <3

More Fun Facts Below!

I don't write fics but I'm always down to talk about these Fandoms:

Criminal Minds

Marvel (Bonus Points for Spiderman)

Merlin

911 Lone Star

Throne of Glass

ACOTAR

The Cruel Prince

Shadow and Bone or Six of Crows

Stray Kids

And so many others!

I am a huge reader! If you are a fellow YA book lover please reach out! Chances are I have either read some of your favorites or would love a good recommendation!

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Thank you to everyone who have put in requests! I apologize for the long wait but do know I am (very slowly) working on all requests!

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🌸Hogwarts Professors AU! || Sebastian x f!MC

Request: Hogwarts Professor AU! Professor Sallow enlists the help of his eager students to help with his marriage proposal. Only thing was, they had no idea who Professor Sallow's mysterious girlfriend was.

"You'd be surprised." Professor Sallow chuckled. "She was the best duelist in our class.  Probably still the best amongst all us Professors"

Isaac Donovan, 4th year, scoffed.  "That cannot be true, sir.  You're the DADA teacher. You used to be an auror!  She teaches boring magical theory, barely a real class anyway!"

Sebastian's eye twinkled with mirth.  He remembered a time where he too was that naive.  He reminisced how wide her smile was after she won every single one of their duels. "Word of the wise, my dear student, never underestimate a witch.  You'd be sure to remember that."

🌸 Love Drunk || Sebastian x f!MC

Request: MC accidentally drinks a love potion made by someone else (Garreth???), and Sebastian gets insanely jealous

She pointedly ignored his comment in favor of trying to fit her robes to be more presentable.  "Sebastian!  Where's Garreth?  I need to speak with him."

Sebastian's mood soured.  "Garreth?  How should I know?  What in Merlin's name do you want with him anyways?"

She ignored his rudeness.  "I'm madly in love with Garreth, Sebastian.  I need to tell him that I'm in love.  Every single moment without him is agony." 

The world around Sebastian started spinning.  He could hear a kettle shrieking somewhere behind him.  Red started to color his vision.  "WHAT?"

🌸 Predators and Prey || Sebastian x Ominis x f!MC

Request: Since we have fics dedicated to each of the boys initially finding out the other is in a relationship with MC, could we get a fic of the boys in a relationship but trying to ask MC to be with them?

\\ Sebastian Love Triangle \\ Ominis Love Triangle \\

"There's my favorite girl."  She almost jumped out of her skin.  Sebastian's voice had dropped an octave over the long summer.  And his already rather attractive voice had taken the tone of a purring cat stalking its prey.

Taking a step backwards, she bumped against something, or rather, someone very tall.

"Hello, dove." a smooth silky voice whispered into her ear.

She blinked.  Ominis? Since when did he start using pet names?

🌸 Homecoming Part 2- Reconciliation || Dark!Sebastian x f!MC

Part 1 Here

"You have a magic beyond human comprehension." Sebastian was so close to her, she could feel his hot breath tickle her red cheeks.  "Why continue to just sit here in Feldcroft, waiting to grow old and forgotten?  Together, between the both of us, we have the strength to take what is ours.  Come with me.  We could rule the world together."

She finally looked at his brown eyes startled at his words.  This man was dangerous.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hphl #harry potter #sebastian sallow fic #harry potter hogwarts game #ominis gaunt x sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x reader #ominis x you #silver trio #fierymiasmaupcoming

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pairing: regulus black x fem!slytherin!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, oral sex (f receiving), penetration, hair pulling, pretty wholesome ngl

summary: regulus black. what can you say, you love to hate the guy. he constantly works you up, loving the way he gets under your skin and you do the same to him, annoying and undermining him whenever the opportunity arises. your relationship is… complicated, but you both love it.

word count: 5.6k (got carried away again-) 

a/n: here's the regulus fic based off this request. hope it was what u were looking for anon

SORRY IT'S BEEN SO LONG! i swear i'm not dead! i've been really busy with studying and play auditions and rehearsals that i haven't had time to do anything 😭 

there's not much angst in this… mostly just pining and reggie being there for you… but hope y'all enjoy this (long awaited) regulus fic regardless :) sorry again for the delay- 

(not proofread btw 💀)

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regulus arcturus black, fellow slytherin and quidditch team member. you've known him since your first year and can't remember a time when you weren't at each other's throats. 

whether it's competing with one another in potions and defence against the dark arts or trying to outshine the other on the quidditch pitch, there's hardly ever a time when you get along. 

you could say, with full honesty, that he is the most infuriating (and handsome) person you've had the displeasure of coming into contact with.

‘that ridiculous hair… stupid defined jawline… those bloody eyes… that fucking shit-eating grin on his face …’ 

you're silently glaring at him from the corner of your eye, hating the way he can be so fucking annoying yet still look so good. 

he's trying his hardest to hold back a laugh, loving how easily he can get under your skin. 

the two of you are in potions, a lesson which you, unfortunately, sit next to him. from the moment you sat down, you knew it was going to be a long lesson. the light smirk never left his lips and you soon found out why when you see your quill was suddenly made of stone. 

you shoot regulus a glare and get another one out of your bag. a few minutes pass by, undisturbed by the boy next to you. at least until you hear him mutter, “duro.” and watch in frustration as your ink pot turns to stone, matching your other quill. 

“stop, will ya?” you whisper. “why? 's fun to watch you squirm.” he softly laughs, enjoying the annoyance on your face. you're not surprised in the slightest at the sexual innuendo, knowing that he's well aware of his words. he loves the way they make you shift in your seat. 

you scowl at the boy and turn away, choosing to ignore him instead of indulging him and his amusement. “piss off.” you mutter. 

despite your better judgement, you turn slightly to look at him when his quiet laugh reaches your ears once more, making your stomach flutter. it's a pretty well known fact that regulus black isn't one for outward acts of humour, he's the quiet and reserved black. that is, unless he's around you. 

when he's with you he's constantly pushing your buttons, smiling at your reactions and laughing until his stomach aches and his eyes water. granted, it's all at your expense, but still… it intrigues you. 

‘merlin he's pretty when he laughs…’ 

you frown at your sudden thought, shaking your head and looking away from his smiling expression. you refuse to be attracted to him. there's no way in hell you'd admit that he's the most gorgeous person you've laid your eyes on. you won't… yet you can't help but admire him for a little while longer out of the corner of your eye.

“i know i look good, but starin' is rude y'know?” his cocky words break the trance that you're in. 

you scoff at him, “i wasn't starin' you twat.” he smirks yet again and leans closer so that his breath tickles the side of your neck slightly. “whatever you say love, whatever you say.” 

‘fuck… don't blush, don't blush, don't you fucking blush.’ 

you desperately try to ignore his words and turn your back to him fully. “oh c'mon y/n!” his voice is teasing and you discreetly flip him off from under the table, his laughter being your only way of knowing that he saw. 

“why don't you do your work 'stead of botherin' me?” you spit out. 

the fluttering feeling in your stomach confuses and angers you. granted, regulus had gotten a great deal more handsome over the holidays. he's grown a few inches taller, as did his hair, his face is more defined and you definitely noticed his arms which seem to be more toned (most likely from quidditch training). you hated how he was the definition of perfection. 

however, you weren't the only one admiring the other. regulus hasn't been able to take his eyes off you. your eyes captivate him and leave him wanting to gaze into them all day, your lips which he has an overwhelming urge to feel on his own. he admires everything about you and can't help the urge to bug you, knowing that it gives him an opportunity to talk to you and hear your sarcastic words which he loves… 

loves? love? was what he's always felt for you hatred or love? it's a very thin line between the two and he didn't know anymore. all he knows is that you never fail to shock and amuse him, almost leaving him speechless. almost.

he pushes his intruding thoughts aside and leans closer to you. “but 's more fun to get you all worked up darlin'.” his words send a small shiver throughout your body. 

you can't stop the heat which rises to your cheeks and practically bury your face in your book, immersing yourself in potions rather than the brunette beauty next to you, muttering another quiet, “piss off black.”

he smiles and surrenders, letting you get on with your work while he formulates a plan to rile you up again later. 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

you're walking to the common room, wanting nothing more than to crawl into bed and melt into a puddle of warmth as sleep takes you. unfortunately your plans come to an abrupt halt when you spot a group of students cheering and clapping. 

‘what now?’ 

you roll your eyes and make your way over to them, your curiosity getting the better of you. you push your way to the front and stare in shock as anger slowly creeps up your chest. 

there, surrounded by students, is sirius black and james potter. sirius has severus snape by the collar of his shirt while james fires jinx after jinx at the poor boy. 

you've personally had more than a few horrid encounters with the oldest black brother. he works you up the wrong way and you'd do anything to wipe the smug smirk off his ridiculously stupid face. he's always found a way to make your blood boil and seeing him and potter humiliating snape like that was the final straw.

you've known severus for a good few years, properly and formally meeting him in your second year. you've always pitied how the so called ”marauders” treated him and felt pity for the kid about his blatant crush he had on lily evans which she didn't return. unlike most of the students at hogwarts, you didn't hate him. yes he was… complicated… but he was decent enough to you and he certainly didn't warrant this kind of treatment. 

sirius soon releases severus as he starts to tap dance uncontrollably, the two gryffindor boys cackling at their “joke”. 

“finite incantatem!” 

all eyes turn to your fuming figure. you slowly lower your wand as you walk towards the three boys. 

“y/l/n. d'you always have to suck the fun out of everythin'?” james grunts. you give him a sickly sweet smile, “when those involved are bein' a complete arse then yeah, i do. now how 'bout you and your little pet get the fuck out of here, hmm?” your tone is nothing less than condescending. 

the students around you whisper and laugh, clearly enjoying the show. 

regulus black manages to get past all the people and is greeted by the sight of his older brother and idiotic friend, a very exhausted looking snape and you, standing still with the impossibility sweet smile still gracing your lips. he could've sworn that you had looked angelic if it weren't for your eyes which could only be described as sadistic in intension. 

sirius scoffs at your words. “how 'bout you fuck off yeah? go run along with your whore friends and leave the big boys alone.” he laughs at his crappy attempt at an insult and gives james a high five. 

you stand there completely still as the fake smile disappears, leaving your face void of any and all emotion. 

the two gryffindors turn to look at you and their joking dies down. you notice the way that james' adam's apple bobs nervously as he swallows thickly, waiting for your response. 

you nod slowly, not saying a word as you make your way to them, getting closer and closer until you're an arms length from the two. you look up at sirius, not letting the height difference make you falter, and raise a brow at him expectantly. 

“ 's that the best you got black? you think that piss poor insult 's gonna make me go cry d'you? well guess what,” you step closer, “it won't. so how 'bout you take my advice and just fuck off already.” 

his eyes burn with anger as you turn away. you've reached the edge of the crowd when you hear him say, quite loudly, “yeah, jus' run away why don't ya. jus' like your mother.” he scoffs at the end.

all the students stand in shock at his words and you freeze in your spot. 

it was no secret that your mother left you and got herself locked up in azkaban. you were only 7 and it was quite the gossip amongst wizards and witches that the respectable y/n/n family's name got tarnished, all because she got mixed up with death eaters. 

it only got worse when you were sorted into slytherin, making everyone assume that you'd go in the same direction she did. you've been confronted and, quite frankly harassed, over it numerous times, most of it coming from sirius black. 

it was quite a sensitive topic for you. you hated when someone brought it up and he bloody well knew that. 

it's silent for a moment before you turn around, anger burning deep in your eyes as they meet sirius'. you smile sarcastically and walk closed to him once more. 

“what was that black?” you ask. his eyes dart to james, who's subtly shaking his head, before confidently saying, “i said, ‘are you jus' gonna run away like a little bitch the same way your mother-’ ” his sentence dies as you quickly press your wand to his throat. 

“hmm? wanna finish what you were sayin'? wanna speak 'bout my mother again? pretty bold considerin' your families long history with you know who and their involvement, don't y'think?” your voice is level and dark, silent and angry tears appearing in your eyes.

sirius swallows thickly as you press the tip of your wand harder into his skin, forcing him backwards until his back hits a pillar.

“what's the matter? snake got your tongue?” you smile mockingly at him. “y/n-” james starts. “say another word and i'll make sure you're in your friends position next time potter.” you hiss at him.

as much as regulus is enjoying the show, he can see a professor heading in the direction of the courtyard and quickly walks up to you, stopping you before you do or say anything else. 

“y/n.” he says. you turn your head and look at him. “what d'you want regulus?” you ask in annoyance. he walks closer to whisper in your ear, “a professor is headed this way. i suggest you lower that wand and follow me, yeah?” 

his breath tickles your ear and you begrudgingly obey, lowering your wand from the older black's throat as regulus starts to walk off. 

you lean closer to sirius and menacingly mutter, “speak 'bout my mother one more time and i'll make sure it's the last thing you ever say.” 

you turn quickly and follow regulus, hearing the whispers of your peers at the scene which played out in front of them. 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

regulus finally stops when he gets to the black lake and is slightly surprised to see that you listened to him but glad nonetheless. 

you storm past him, getting closer to the lakes edge and pick up a rock before flinging it at the still water, watching as it bounces gracefully on the surface before finally sinking. 

you huff and fling another one in the same manner, momentarily forgetting that you had a spectator. 

regulus is leaning against a tree as he watches you, a frown on his face. 

you pick up another rock, much heavier than the last few and hurl it at the water, a great splash occuring at the impact. 

“fuck!” 

you sigh in frustration and sink to your knees, anger coursing in your veins as tears prickle your eyes. 

regulus pushes from the tree and slowly approaches you, an unfamiliar feeling deep in his gut and an unexplained pain in his chest. 

he lowers himself next to you on the ground, looking at you as he is fully seated. “y/n…” he whispers. 

you don't answer as you stare at the lake. 

“y/n.” he says more forcefully, making you finally look at him. “what?” you harshly spit at him. 

he opens his mouth to say something but closes it when nothing comes out. you scoff and stand, ready to walk away from him until his hand reaches up to grasp yours. 

you stare at him in shock as he pulls you down to sit again. “are you ok?” he asks eventually. 

you shake your head at his words. rolling your eyes you respond with a “jus' dandy thanks for askin'.” 

you try to avoid eye contact as you feel the tears return with a burning sensation. 

he sighs and grabs your hand again, bringing it to his lips, kissing the back of it softly. you turn to look at him in disbelief. “what's wrong love?” his voice is gentle and it leaves you both breathless and confused. 

“nothin'... what's gotten into you black?” you say with a furrow in your brows. “nothin' has gotten into me. now don't lie, what's the matter?” 

his hand rubs small, soothing circles onto the back of yours as he waits for your answer. you sigh in frustration and shake your head, knowing that he won't drop it. 

“your brother. that's what's the matter. the bastard had no right to talk 'bout my mother like that, especially in front of everyone,” you scowl. “the audacity of that prick is unimaginable! as if the noble house of black is so fuckin' innocent!” 

you stop in your tracks, momentarily forgetting that you were talking about regulus' family too. turning to look at him you mutter a quiet, “sorry.” he simple shakes his head. “no need to be sorry… by all means, continue.”

you're skeptical at first but soon continue nonetheless after seeing that  he's genuinely not offended. 

regulus silently nods as he listens to you rant about sirius, a sad frown appearing on his face as he hears you complain about your mother and how she left you all alone. 

by the time you're done, you're out of breath, tears are streaming down your flushed face and regret slowly bubbles inside you for opening up so much to regulus. 

“i… i don't know what to say…” he admits truthfully. you shake your head at him. “you don't have to say anythin'. i should get goin' anyways.” 

you quickly pull your hand from his and wipe your face, standing up to get away from him but he stands with you and grabs your wrist, preventing you from walking away. 

his eyes bore into your tear filled ones and soon realises that the pain in his gut is from seeing you like this. from seeing you in pain. 

‘definitely love…’ he finds himself thinking as he pulls you into his arms, holding onto you tightly. his scent and warmth overwhelms all your senses and your walls slowly crumble. 

you wrap your arms around his torso and he slowly walks the two of you backwards to a tree before sinking to the ground, back leaning against the trunk. 

he listens once more as you mutter small bursts of, “ 's my fault…”, “i wasn't even a priority to her.” and “i hate her!” before he lifts your head to look into your eyes. “she jus' left… i don't have anyone anymore…” you utter in a broken whisper. 

suddenly the pieces fit together in his mind. the reason you hide behind snarky remarks, the reason he's never seen you leave hogwarts for holidays if it wasn't necessary, the way you never seemed to get too close to anyone. 

you were all alone. you didn't have anyone in your life. you were scared of people leaving you again. you were hurting and no one has tried to fix you. 

he gently wipes your tears away, heart clenching at the sight of you so fragile in his arms.

“y/n… 's not your fault ok? none of this is… and you're not alone. not anymore.” he smiles softly at you.

“what d'you mean i'm not alone? merlin, i am alone regulus! i don't have a family, i don't have friends… i don't have anyone.” you sit up and untangle yourself from his embrace. 

his hand slides down to your wrist once again as he stares at you, an unreadable expression on his face. 

“you have me.” his eyes are honest and true, the look making you shiver ever so slightly. 

“what…?” you frown, not understanding what he's going on about. 

“you heard me.” his expression never falters. 

“what happened to the arsehole who used to mess my potions up? the same prick who used to turn my hair green whenever he could and mocked me daily. bloody hell, where's the guy from this mornin' who kept turnin' all my shit into stone? what happened to him? the guy who hated my entire existence?” confusion clouds your mind, not knowing why he's acting the way he is. 

he frowns and shakes his head. “i've never hated you per say… jus' had an unyieldin' urge to annoy the life out of you 's all.” he smiles at the end. 

you refuse to believe that he's being serious and try to move away from him. he notices this and pulls you closer to him, not letting you go. 

he stares at you intensely, his gaze making your stomach flutter again. you're about to open your mouth to speak when you suddenly feel his on yours. 

you freeze momentarily, shocked that the regulus black was kissing you. you. 

however you soon melt into it, secretly loving the way his lips feel against yours and the way he holds you. 

the two of you pull away to breath and rests his forehead against yours, his soft voice filling your ears. 

“y'know, for someone who's s'posedly smart, you're such an idiot. can't you see i'm in love with you?” 

you blush at his words, feeling shocked yet giddy at his confession. 

you can't seem to formulate a proper sentence so instead you press your lips to his again, hoping to communicate all your feelings that way. he seems to get the point and pulls you impossibility closer to him. 

there you sit, in regulus black's lap by the black lake, lips sealed to his in a bruising kiss as the two of you enjoy each other's company. 

your hands hesitantly make their way to his hair, giving a soft, experimental, tug which elicits a soft moan from him. 

you smile into the kiss and do it again, only a bit harder this time. he practically growls at you, teeth nipping at your bottom lip as he pulls away. 

“careful there love… don't start somethin' you can't finish.” he warns, hands rubbing your back. 

you smirk and pull at his soft locks again, forcing his head up, exposing the delicate skin of his neck, the only way to describe the noise which escaped him being ‘pretty’. you lean down and attach your lips to his throat, biting and sucking softly as your hand never releases the grip it has on his hair. 

he soon grows tired of your relentless and obvious teasing and forcefully removes you from his neck. he looks up at you and breathes, “this isn’t exactly the best place to be doin’ this y’know?” his eyes are dark as they stare into yours.

you had to admit that he was right. the two of you are fully exposed, out in the open for anyone to see if they had to walk past. you weren’t too keen on the idea of someone catching you in such a compromising position, after all, you’re basically on top of regulus, his hairs a mess as is yours, his one hand rests on your back while the other is splayed on your ass. not to mention the fact that there's now plenty of visible marks blooming on his neck thanks to you.   

you know you should agree and leave it at that but you can’t find it in you to stop. “then where can we continue this?” you find yourself asking. regulus smirks at your eagerness and raises his brow at you. 

“can’t get enough, can you?” he teases. you scoff and grab his tie, making him lean into you. you brush your lips against his and smile innocently when he releases a shaky breath. “as if you can. now, are we goin’ to go somewhere else? or would you rather we stopped?” his eyes widen in slight alarm at the idea of stopping. he quickly and gently moves you off of him and stands, offering you his hand. 

you smile up at him and take it, gasping quietly when his lips attack yours once again. you both giggle as you pull away, regulus wasting no time before apparating the both of you to his dorm. 

“did you jus’ see what i jus’ saw?” remus asks in disbelief. peter and james stand, mouth agape at what they just witnessed. “y’mean my brother and y/l/n snoggin’? yeah. unfortunately i did.” sirius huffs before taking a seat under a tree. “thought they hated each other?” james asks in confusion, moving closer to remus and reluctantly handing him 5 galleons, sirius noticing the action. 

“you buggers bet on this?” he rolls his eyes at the two boys. remus shrugs as james simply nods and whistles in shock. “unbelievable.” sirius grunts. peter can't help the small laugh which escapes his mouth but quickly shuts up when sirius turns to shoot him a warning glare. 

“unbelievable.” sirius mutters again. 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

you and regulus land on his bed with a thud, pausing your kissing momentarily as you quickly manoeuvre yourself so that you are straddling his hips. you smile down at the boy and he returns it, hand coming to gently caress your face. 

“you’re beautiful y’know that?” he whispers. you laugh at his words, still not used to hearing him praise you instead of teasing you. “what’s so funny?” he laughs slightly, unable to stop himself when he hears your contagious laughter. 

“nothin’... jus’ not used to this regulus black ‘s all.” you say. he tilts his head to the side. “this regulus black?” he lifts his head up, nose in the air as he says, “what on earth are you talkin’ ‘bout?” faking a posh accent to his best ability. you shake your head with a smile, moving your arms to drape over his shoulders. 

“y’know what i mean. ’s awfully different hearin’ you compliment me ‘stead of tryin’ to annoy the crap out of me.” his smile fades slightly.   

“jus' cause i never said it, doesn't mean i never thought it. you have no idea how many times i've wished i could tell you how perfect you are…” he smiles warmly at you and places his hand on your cheek. “so bloody perfect…” he mutters. 

you feel your face heat up at his praise and quickly duck your head down to kiss him in an attempt to hide how flustered you are. 

you quickly slip your robe off, him doing the same and feel his hands slowly reaching in between the two of you to unbutton your white shirt. 

once your shirt is completely undone, he pauses the movement of his mouth on yours and looks at you. 

“you sure 'bout this?” his forehead is creased slightly and your heart swells at his sweetness. “i'm sure.” you reassure him. he nods, “tell me if you're uncomfortable and i'll stop immediately, no matter the reason…” you can't control the smile which makes its way onto your face, nor can you control the tears which form in your eyes. 

you've never felt so cared for… so loved. 

‘loved… love? is this what being loved feels like?’

he quickly yet ever so gently grabs your face, worry shadowing his features. “was it somethin’’ i said?” you shake your head, laughing lightly. “no, not at all… ‘s jus’ i’m not used to someone carin’ so much…” you lower your gaze slightly. 

he isn't having that and lifts your head, looking deep into your eyes he says, “well get used to it ‘cause like i said earlier, you have me now.” his smile warms your heart and you lean forward to kiss him. again. 

the kiss starts to get heated and he finally slides your undone shirt off your body, hands grasping your hips. you in turn unbutton and take his off, running your hands experimentally up his chest. 

he sighs into your mouth and flips you over, hovering above you. “regulus…” you breathe out, tilting your head back as his lips make their way to your throat again and you can feel him smirking against your skin. 

“yes?” he asks innocently, lowering his mouth to kiss the tops of your breasts as his free hand reaches behind your arched back to unclip your bra. 

you gasp when you feel him rip the fabric from your body, the cold air being balanced by his hot breath which ghosts over your now marked skin. 

you can't help but look down and practically moan at the sight of him. his hair's a mess, lips bright red, pupils blown wide with lust and staring into yours as he takes your hardened nipple into his mouth. 

this time you do let out a moan but are unable to take your eyes off him. 

regulus smirks at your reaction and releases you from his mouth with an audible pop. he moves up your body and places his lips on yours in a messy kiss and his hands awkwardly fumble with the buttons on your skirt. you laugh at his actions and gently push his chest. 

“need help?” you cheekily ask. he rolls his eyes playfully and nods, rolling off you so you're able to stand and take your skirt off. 

you turn around, almost bare before him and see that he is now fully undressed, laying on his bed as his eyes rake hungrily over your exposed body. you smirk at him and place your hands on your hips. “y'like what you see?” 

he returns your smirk and slowly nods his head, his eyes never leaving you. more specifically, your mark riddled chest. 

you scoff and climb onto the bed, crawling so that you're situated on his upper thighs. he finally looks at you and you could've sworn that you had died and he was an angel. you lace your fingers with his and softly kiss him, wanting to memories every detail of him. 

he once again rolls you over and takes the last article of your underwear off, leaving you now completely bare underneath him. 

your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel him grind down onto you, creating a brief yet heavenly friction. you groan when he lifts his hips from yours and he laughs slightly at your protest. 

“patience darlin', all in due time.” his voice is deep and it sends shivers down your spine. you're too impatient and hook your leg around his hips, rolling him over to the side as you climb on top of him. 

“patience isn't exactly my strong suit.” you smirk down at him. he tilts his head back and laughs, giving you the perfect opportunity to attach your mouth to his throat and return the favour he gave you earlier. 

his laughter soon turns to moans and whines as you work your way down the column of pale skin and along his torso. making your way back up, you feel him buck his hips, searching for some sort of release but coming up empty. 

“patience darlin', all in due time.” you quote him. he rolls his eyes at your remark and grasps your hips, forcing you down so that his cock brushes against you. you gasp at the sudden contact and he uses this moment of shock to kiss you. 

his mouth works with yours as his hands wander up and down your body, loving the way it feels under his rough palms. he rolls over so that you're underneath him and moves his mouth to your ear, his whispers sending heat down to your core. 

“need to taste you darlin'.” you whine at his words and quickly reply with a breathless, “go ahead then.” 

he chuckles lightly before moving down your body, leaving kisses in his wake. he grabs your thighs and spreads them before slotting himself gracefully between your legs. 

you shiver at the feeling of the cold air and instinctively try close your legs. he stares at you, shaking his head and keeping them spread apart. “come now, no need for that.” he lowers his head and you hold your breath in anticipation. 

you soon release that breath as a moan bubbles from your throat as his tongue flattens on your sensitive heat. his nose bumps your clit as he buries his face deeper into your cunt, moaning at the taste on his tongue. 

you squirm at the vibrations regulus sends through your body and glance down at him. the sight is nothing short of beautiful. his eyes are closed in bliss, cheeks are flushed, mouth glistening with your juices and his spit, his curls falling loosely in his face and you can't stop yourself from tangling your hands in it, tugging at the soft locks. 

a few minutes of utter pleasure pass before he removed his face from the confinements of your thighs. you whine at the loss of contact and he chuckles at your reaction. 

he leans up and presses his lips to yours. you moan at the taste of him and yourself on his tongue, nails scratching down his back. 

“sorry love but the only way i'm lettin' you cum, is if your pretty cunt is wrapped 'round me.” his voice is gruff and you sigh in both pleasure and frustration. 

before you have time to catch your breath and say something, you feel the tip of his cock enter you. you moan as he sinks into you fully, desperately trying to move. he grabs your hands and pins them above your head, moving closer to your face. 

“what's the matter baby?” his voice is laced with innocence and it makes your head spin. “please…” you mutter. 

“please what? c'mon darlin', use your words.” he smiles down at you. 

“please move! please regulus, move please…" you pant out. he smirks and happily obliges, moving slowly in and out of you. 

he releases his grip on your wrists and your hands instinctively reach up to tangle in his hair, tugging at the roots and drawing a deep moan from the brunette above you. 

the pace he's setting is frustrating and you whine in annoyance. “faster… go faster please.” he nods breathlessly, quickening his thrusts. you moan at the sudden change in his movements and buck your hips upwards, making him moan with you. 

“fuckin' hell… so bloody perfect… fuckin' amazing.” he gasps out, burying his head into the crook of your neck. 

your back arches and you can feel the pressure building in your core. you try to hold onto it, not wanting this pleasure to end but soon it becomes overwhelming and you know that you can't hold back any much longer. 

“reggie… i'm gonna cum…” your voice is needy and he whines at the sound of it. “me too… jus' wait a bit longer love.” he breathes out. 

you sigh and squeez your eyes shut, trying to wait for him. the moment you feel his hand come into contact with your sensitive clit, you lose it. you can't stop the wave of pleasure which courses through your body as you come undone around him. 

the feeling of your clenching walls and the sight of your fucked out face is enough to push regulus over the edge as he releases inside of you, painting your walls in his cum. 

his thrusts slowly stop as the two of you ride out the last of the pleasure together. you gasp for breath and you can hear regulus doing the same. 

you softly moan as he pulls out, his hot cum dripping down your shaking thighs. he lands next to you and pulls you into his arms, wrapping you in his warmth. you smile in his embrace and gently kiss his chest. 

“i meant it when i said i love you y'know.” his soft words reach your ears and the grin which makes its way to your face is huge. 

“i know… i think i love you too…” you mutter. he smiles and kisses the top of your head, heart warming at your words even if they're not exactly what he was looking for. 

he knows you need more time and he's more than happy to wait. 

“that's all i need to know.” he whispers before sleep envelopes the two of you. 

— — — — — X — — — — — 

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How the Mighty Fall

When your and Scar's bickering about how to rule the Valley gets tiresome, the Fairy Godmother seems to have an idea, though its not exactly traditional.

My usual warnings: no spoilers this time, and it is a tickle fic! Enjoy <3

“Scar! You may not eat the sunbirds in the plateau, we’ve been over this at least a dozen times!”

“It’s not my fault.  What kind of leader lets their people starve? If I were in charge-”

“Not gonna happen!  Even if I wanted to give it to you, the other villagers wouldn’t allow it.”

“Oh, nonsense, they would love me as their Ruler,”

“You tried to eat some of them!”

This bickering between Dreamlight Valley’s current ruler and the fallen lion king went on, as it had been more frequently as the stress of leadership and dealing with the Forgotten ran more rampant on your agenda.  Scar, seeing the opportunity to try to break you, resulted in these arguments more often than not.  The remaining residents were getting both worried and annoyed: sometimes these arguments could be heard all the way from Dazzle Beach.

“That’s it!” Merlin shouted from his home and, using his magic, teleported in front of Scar’s cave, where the two royals were continuing on.  The Fairy Godmother must have had the same idea a few seconds prior, as she was already there when he arrived, trying to soothe both parties.

“Now, now, tell me what happened,” she asked calmly.  Merely her presence was enough to calm the torrent in your mind, and you took a deep breath.

“I have to keep telling Scar not to eat the sunbirds.  Or Remy.  Or literally anyone else in the Valley.  If he wanted to be a Ruler, he’d have to be smarter than that.” 

“Oh it has nothing to do with my intellect, I assure you.  It’s in my blood.  I’m a natural hunter.”

“What about Simba and Nala? I don’t have to tell them not to eat villagers!”

“If they’re so inclined to deny the nature they were born with, that is their choice.”

“All right, enough! From both of you!” Merlin intervened.  You were shocked at first; you’d never really witnessed your friend and mentor unleash his temper.  However, you also knew he had a particular sore spot for Scar.

“Merlin,” the Fairy Godmother started, “let’s calm down.  Not make matters worse, yes?” Merlin looked at her.  You may have been a quick learner with magic, but she and Merlin were born with it, and they understood each other.  She seemed to be able to calm him as well, and you were thankful she’d arrived.

“Yes, I agree, my apologies.  But what are we to do?  This behavior cannot go on.” Merlin spoke in front of you and Scar as if you two were not there.

You suddenly spoke up, “We used to be friends, Scar.  Or, at least friendly.”  Scar went from scowling at Merlin to looking at you, almost laughing.

“I don’t believe we’ve ever seen eye to eye on Valley matters, Ruler.” 

“Maybe not, and I don’t remember everything.  But I used to be friends with everyone.  I don’t know how I know that, I just do.”

Merlin and the Fairy Godmother looked to each other.  “Merlin, I have an idea.”

“Yes, m’lady, let’s hear it.”  The Fairy Godmother’s smile grew sweeter, which somehow made you more uneasy.

“It would be best if I just showed you all.”  You and Scar did not like the sound of that.  But before either of you could object, she began her spell:

This bickering and fighting just won’t do,

Try seeing from another point of view.

Repair these broken, severed ties,

Until then, they remain by your side.

You braced yourself, but only felt a fleeting and gentle pulse of magical energy.  Did the spell not work? Scar scoffed.

“I have no time for this, I have other matters to tend to,” the dark lion growled, and began making his way back inside the cave.  That is, until you both felt a forceful tug and, like a fishing rod, reeled you and Scar back together.

“What do you WANT?” Scar growled at you.

“Nothing to do with this, believe me.  I think this is Fairy Godmother’s spell at work.”

“Yes dear, it is!” she almost cheered, “You two will not be able to be more than two meters apart until you reach an understanding of each other.”

“What if I ate them?” Scar asked.

“WHAT?”

“You can try,” the Fairy Godmother replied, almost as if she dared him, “but my spell won’t allow physical harm to fall on either of you.”

As if he didn’t believe her, Scar went to swipe at you, his paw freezing in place a few inches from your shoulder.  He couldn’t even bear his claws.

“Now then, if we’ve moved past the arguing for today, I suggest you go about each other’s day.  See what daily life looks like for our dear Y/N, Scar.  And you for him, young one. Walking in someone else’s shoes is a good first step to understanding them.”

“Oh, I see,” you said, and turned to Scar.  “We’ll be stuck together until we make amends.” Scar rolled his eyes dramatically and, dripping in sarcasm, he spoke.

“Perfect.”

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You decided not to let this hinder you, so until you could come up with a way that satisfied Fairy Godmother’s spell, you tended to the village as usual.  Merlin and Fairy Godmother had already taken the Forgetting off your shoulders for the time being: you seemed to be at a standstill of the magic variety that they offered to figure out while you were with Scar.  

The first few days went about as well as you would have expected: the villagers were confused, some scared to approach with Scar tailing you. You both bickered about sleeping quarters until you both reached an agreement to trade off houses every other night.  You hoped this compromise, and a compromise to let Scar nap for an hour each afternoon in the plateau, were steps toward a resolution.  But, he was still pretty sour about the whole ordeal.

“Can’t you reverse this nonsense? Surely if you created the Valley, you can undo this treacherous enchantment.” Scar complained, lying lazily at the ground a few feet away while you tended the village vegetable garden.

“Believe me, I’ve thought about it,” you admitted, “but to reverse a spell that a powerful person like the Fairy Godmother cast, it would take more time than it’s worth.  We may as well do as it dictates.  Trust me, I’m as happy about it as you are.”  He huffed in response, and after a few beats of silence you were approached by Moana and Remy, a pairing you hadn’t at first thought would create such a strong friendship.

“Hey Y/N! We wanted to thank you again for helping me out with getting all those coconuts for me and Remy the other day.  The cakes we were able to make were amazing!”  You remembered this favor fondly, as Moana and Remy have started to bond over cooking with her home ingredients in all kinds of different ways.  When Remy told her about making coconut cakes and frosting, but not being able to pick coconuts himself, she nearly sprinted to you with her boundless energy in excitement.

“If Remy’s cooking, you don’t have to ask me twice! It's no problem,” you replied, smiling up at them from your kneeling position.  The two know also that, mostly at night when all the favors are done and most are asleep, you’re awake with Merlin and Fairy Godmother, talking all things Forgotten, Night Thorns, and the darker magic that’s tried to buckle Dreamlight Valley.

“We saw you looked busy and thought we would come help, if you’d like.” Remy asked, planting seeds being well within his range of capabilities. The worried glance in Scar’s direction didn’t go unnoticed.

“You guys don’t have to, no need to worry-” you stopped short when you realized they mostly asked as a courtesy, but planned on helping you regardless as they got to work alongside you.  Gardening was not your favorite task by a longshot, and your smile broadened.

“You didn’t come planning to take “no” for an answer, did you?”

“When was the last time you turned someone away that needed your help?” Moana asked, poking at your ribs to enunciate her point.  A few giggles came out with your response.

“Ohohokay, I gehet it.”

After the task was finished and the sun began to set, you said your goodbyes and headed toward the Peaceful Meadow, more specifically where the Pillar of Friendship stood.  Scar, reluctantly following, looked at you curiously as you sat on the ground in front of it.  He laid again on the ground and waited for you to say something, but you didn’t.

“What are you doing, exactly?” he asked, after enough silence had passed that he was genuinely confused.

“This is the first pillar I was able to restore when I came back to the Valley.  So I made it into a peaceful place.  I’m sure you remember I’d asked all the residents to keep this area of the meadow specifically quiet, clean, and comfortable, in case someone just needs a place to breathe for a minute.” You looked to Scar, and were surprised that you still had his attention. “I think we need to breathe for a minute.  Or, at least I do. I think it’s going to take more than daily tasks and afternoon naps to understand each other.”  

Again, he surprised you by not offering a sarcastic retort or a mild insult. Instead, he posed a question.

“Why do you go among your followers the way you do?” You studied his face but saw he wasn’t insulting you: he truthfully didn’t know. 

“What do you mean?”

“You do dirty work, the constant favors, the nagging. You even let them touch you.  Is this not meant for someone below a ruler?”

“That depends.  I’m sure there are rulers who reign much differently than I do.  The way you would, it sounds like, would be much different from my approach.  But I don’t see you all as “followers” or “beneath me”.”

“Is that not the reality?”

“As far as my responsibilities go, there are certain things only I can do.  But that doesn’t make me or what’s important to me any more significant than someone else or what’s important to them.  I like to think that this makes the difference between a leader and a tyrant.” Scar scoffed.

“You think of me as a tyrant?” To his surprise, you threw your head back and laughed.

“I absolutely consider you a tyrant!”

“What’s funny about that?” he asked, clearly not amused, “Your subjects need to know their place, and yours.”

“You don’t have to be demanding or instill fear to earn respect.”

“...What other way is there that does not show weakness?”  You met him at eye level, feeling as though the next thing you say could make or break the conversation.  This was, after all, the deepest conversation you two have had since being magically bound.  Maybe ever.

“There is strength in showing vulnerability.  We all have weak points, Scar, whether we care to acknowledge them or not.”  He was silent, contemplating this for a moment.

“Before Simba’s time, I was well-respected in the Pride Lands.” You fixed your gaze on the Pillar, freezing and listening, as if sudden movement would make him stop speaking.

“I was appointed leader of the Lion Guard under my insufferable brother.  We were tasked with keeping the Pride Lands safe and the Circle of Life in balance.  Once on patrol, I was approached by a lion I’d never seen before, stating I was the rightful ruler of the Pride Lands.  I had always agreed with that sentiment and… it became the beginning of my undoing.”  You chanced a look in his direction and he also was not looking directly at you; he was also looking at the Pillar as he spoke.

“I trusted this lion’s word only because he’d said what I wanted to hear.  Next thing I know I have a venomous cobra attacking my eye, and fortunately I find the strength to fend them off and keep them from ever coming near the Pride Lands.  I just wanted some recognition for it, and do you think Mufasa,” he uttered the name in disgust, “gave me that satisfaction?”

“He could have been a better brother to you, then.”

“To put it lightly, yes.” A few moments of tense silence passed before you responded.

“Scar… I’m so sorry. I wish I’d known.” you replied, to which he sighed.

“You were but a cub the last time you ruled.  I wouldn’t have expected you to understand.”

“Merlin may have.  And the other Villagers.  And they still can, but you have to allow them.” He scoffed.

“I’m serious, Scar.  You don’t have to tell them everything.  You don’t have to tell them anything, but you at least can’t threaten to eat them all the time.”

“...I’ll give it some thought, oh gracious leader,” he retorted, though you detected no malice. 

“I’ll take it.” you responded and, not thinking about it, pet Scar’s mane.  Simba and Nala don’t mind when you do this, but realizing your mistake you quickly retracted your hand.

“I didn’t mean-”

“How dare you pet me like a common housecat!” he said, more confused than angry.

“You’re right, I wasn’t thinking-”

“How would you enjoy it if I just touched you as I pleased?” 

“I just said you were RIHIHIGHT, Scar!” you cackled, Scar haphazardly poking and pawing at your side.  He looked at you curiously, then maliciously.

“I suppose you actually quite enjoy it.”

“That’s nohot what I- OOF!”  For someone as lazy as Merlin claims, Scar was able to stand and pounce in one quick and fluid motion, effectively pinning you on your back.

“I suppose if I can’t use my claws, this will have to do,” he reasoned, sounding annoyed.  However, the gleam in his eye and smug smirk told another story.

“Wahahit Scar, noohohoho!” You pleaded, and you weren’t surprised when Scar completely disregarded your cries.  Being a fully grown lion, his two paws were nearly the size of your torso, meaning he could knead into all parts of your ribs at once with relative ease.

“Scaahahaharr! Dohohon’t!” You spat in the midst of wild cackles.  In response, he kneaded faster and with more vigor, effectively rendering you helpless in your own belly laughter.

“Oh, dear, Ruler, we spoke of weak points, but I hadn’t imagined yours being so easily exploited,” Scar taunted, kneading down your sides and relenting just above your hips.  Residual giggles spilled out as you spoke.

“Scaahahar, wahahait!”

“For what, your majesty? I’ve seen the others torment you in such a way, this is your fault for allowing such foolish behavior,” He replied, dragging a claw across your belly from one hip bone to another. He hadn’t expected such a squeal to come from you, and smiled rather evilly, lazily tracing his single claw randomly across your belly and up your sides, occasionally using his other paw to skitter his claws lightly on your hip bones, keeping you guessing.  

“I suppose I can draw my claws, so long as I don’t hurt you.  How convenient. For me.” You doubted Fairy Godmother anticipated this when she bound you and Scar together.

“Ohohohoho, greheheat! AH HAHAHAHA, SCAHAHAR!” you shrieked, feeling light traces scurrying rapidly over the thin skin protecting your hip bones.  It seemed with each swipe your body wanted to kick your legs out, but being trapped under Scar’s body, the ticklish sensations had no other outlet than the grip you reflexively had on Scar’s wrists. He tutted at you, mocking sympathy for your situation.

“You poor thing, like a field mouse captured by a bobcat,” he teased, “Exactly how much of this can you endure?”  Coupled with the constant torment of your hip bones, the question had amplified your giggles and deepened the blush across your features.  You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take, but you had a feeling Scar would test that boundary. He wasn’t exactly known for mercy.  However, he relented, but kept his paws threateningly on your hips.

“Why do you allow your followers to torment you in such a way? Is this not demeaning?” You caught your breath and wiped the mirthful tears from your face.  Your breath then hitched upon feeling Scar’s paws tense, threatening the sensitive area.

“I expect an answer this time.”

“You’re *huff* getting one *huff*,” you finally said, and Scar actually waited a beat.  He also wasn’t usually known for his patience.

“Who you call my followers, I call my friends,” you started, “I let them for a lot of reasons.  Because I trust them, and they trust me.  And because that’s how some of them play or show affection. Or that’s how they express when they want to be ornery,” you glared up at him at this, and he scoffed, but his eyes appeared thoughtful. “When you create a bond with someone, it’s quite the opposite of demeaning.”

“I would not allow such behavior from my subjects.”

“I know, and that’s okay,” you stopped, debating internally about what you say next.  It could lead to your utter demise, but knowing you weren’t going anywhere yet anyway, you decided to rattle the cage. “Some just simply can’t take what they dish out.” Scar’s eyes widened at your impish grin.

“What did you say?” he growled, his glare sending a chill down your spine and anticipation in your belly.

“Although that could be pretty tyrannical as well, doling out punishments you couldn’t handle yourself.” 

“I’ll show you tyrannical, dearest Ruler,” Scar bellowed, willing his paws to dig with renewed vigor into your hip bones.  The squeal you elicited was probably not considered “quiet” as you like to keep it around this Pillar, but as there was not much you could do about it, you laughed madly, futilely bucking and squirming underneath Scar’s weight.

“Having regrets about challenging me yet?” Scar tormented, allowing himself a sinister smirk, featuring his fangs, at your expense.

“Noohohohohone!” You tried to remove the nearing desperation in your voice, not wanting to give Scar that satisfaction.

“Oh reeeaaally?” he asked, dragging out the question as if to emphasize how much he didn’t believe you.  “Let’s try this, then.”

You hadn’t the clarity to even imagine what he could be up to, but cackled and wriggled wildly as he trailed upward, letting one paw scurry with his claws haphazardly up your side while the other kneaded up until he reached your ribs.  He snickered at you, as if he could tell your body didn’t know where to go or what to do… that is, until he kneaded further up, toward your underarm, to which your body clamped both of its arms tightly to your sides.

“Oh dear, what could this be?” he relented, making sure you could hear him and how curious he was about your sudden defense.

“Scahahar, plehehease,” you wheezed through residual giggles. “I cahahan’t-”

“Now, now, that’s not the attitude to have.  Supposedly you can do anything you set your mind to in this Valley, yes?”

“You know this is different!”

“How about a game then? I know you like those,” he started, and freed you from under him.

“A game of cat and mouse. I’ll let you go and count to ten, then if you can keep away for ten minutes, you win.”  You were surprised at this, and wondered what the catch was, but then he started.

“One, two, three…” you scrambled up and tried to bolt it, but were instantly pounced on, landing on your chest.

“SCAR!”

“...Seven, eight, nine, ten. Oh look, I’ve caught you!”

“You cheated! I should have figured.”

“You wound me, Y/N,” he started, “I laid the rules quite clearly for you.  I counted to ten and you didn’t keep away.  I said nothing about being unable to count and hunt.  Now, where were we…” Being on your belly, you were even more powerless under Scar’s weight, and he wasted no time wriggling his claws in the hollows of your underarms.  You hadn’t stood a chance; even though you expected it, you still shrieked in surprise before devolving into hearty belly laughter.  You reflexively clawed at the ground in front of you, which made Scar snicker.

“You still think you can escape me? How pitiful,” he teased, using his claws to skitter under your arms as opposed to the vicious kneading.  

“NAHAHAH, SCAHAHAR!” you squealed, and it was about the last noise you made before your laughter fell silent.

“Oh, I suppose you’ve had enough.  This time, I’ll grant you mercy.”  This time he kept his word, removing his weight from you to lay where he originally was in front of the Pillar of Friendship.  Was the light that bright earlier? He couldn’t remember.

You allowed your giggling to cease and your breath to be caught before returning to where you also were sitting before you were viciously “mauled” by a usually grouchy lion.  This same lion though looked rather proud of himself… and strangely at ease.

“This is supposed to be a peaceful place,” you scolded, half-heartedly.

“I’m aware.  It was you disturbing the peace with your incessant giggling and carrying on.” Your banter continued and you spent a good portion of the evening in this spot before turning in for the night, tonight being a night in Scar’s cave as part of your rotation.  Funnily enough though, when you woke the next day, you stepped outside and realized you were too far from Scar for the spell to still be in place.

#tickle #tickle fic #tickle community #fluff #disney #disney dreamlight valley #ddv #ler!scar #lee!reader #the lion king #the lion guard #ticklish!reader

[earlgreyinpajamas]

merthur fic recs: hanahaki au pt 3

1. blood-stained jasmine by insane_falcon (@insane-ohwhyfandoms)

There are three ways to rid himself of the Hanahaki disease. Reciprocal love. Fall in love with someone else. Or… a ritual that would destroy all of his emotions for the person who’s the target of his unrequited feelings. He’d feel nothing for Arthur if he went through with that.

or,,, Hanahaki is a disease that only afflicts magic users. Merlin develops it.

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ahhh i am screaming!! this author writes such good hanahaki and angst!!!

2. blossom in my heart, decay in my lungs by insane_falcon (@insane-ohwhyfandoms)

Arthur has long since accepted the fact that he's in love with Merlin.

And long since accepted the fact Merlin will never return his feelings.

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another fic by the same author, but less angsty this time :)

3. Withering, Blooming by JessicaMDawn

When a noble visits Camelot with her servant-turned-lover, Merlin thinks he and Arthur may actually have a chance. But when Arthur uses the visit as inspiration to instead court Gwen, Merlin develops a tickle in his throat. Then a cough. Then flower petals.

Beltane is a time for celebrating new life and new births, but Merlin will be lucky to survive until the festival, since the only cure for Hanahaki is to have one’s love returned…and Arthur doesn’t love him.

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ahh the angst of getting your hopes up only to get crushed!!!

#merlin fic #merthur #merlin x arthur #bbc merlin #merlin #merthur fic recs #merthur fic #merthur fanfiction #merthur fluff #merthur fanfic #merthur fic rec #Hanahaki disease #pining arthur #pining!Merlin #pining!Arthur #pining #mutual pining

[myfairkatiecat]

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written/are writing?

Currently? DEFINITELY the Keefe-was-raised-by-the-neverseen AU, cause I lean heavily into the fact that they were meant as nemeses while they are falling in love. It tickles my brain so nice. I LOVE it. I’m also a fan of my Star Wars/BBC Merlin crossover WIP, and my favorite finished work of mine is Rebel Pilot, my Anakin-travels-to-the-future AU.

Thank you for the ask :D

#kotlc #Star Wars #merlin bbc #thank you for asking!!!

[cantwritethetword]

Fic Masterpost

~A/N - Here is the Masterpost of my tickle fanfics! If they were written on my old account I have reposted them here but also linked the old post (labelled old) so that I can still keep all the old tags and comments that you guys have left on them ^^

Here's my Fandom List so you guys know what I'm super into at the moment. Requesting outside of that list is ok, just means I may or may not accept the prompt :D

Fandoms I have written fics for are: BROOKLYN 99 // DAREDEVIL // DC // HEARTSTOPPER // MARVEL // MERLIN // MOON KNIGHT // RED, WHITE, AND ROYAL BLUE // SANDERS SIDES // SUPERNATURAL // STRANGER THINGS //TORCHWOOD

But yeah! Here’s the links! ~

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CHRISTMAS IN JULY 2023 MASTERPOST (Old)

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SQUEALING SANTA:

2K18: SHENANIGANS - Marvel // Tony and Steve and Bucky (Old Link)

2K19: NEVER RUN OFF ALONE - (Old) Doctor Who // Nyssa and 5 (Old Link)

2K22 (Part 1): THE DEVIL’S IN THE DETAILS - Lucifer // Lucifer x Chloe (Old Link)

2K22 (Part 2): COSQUILLAS NAVIDAD - Moon Knight //Jake and Marc and Steven (Old Link) 

2k23: GUNPOWDER, TREASON, AND PLOT - Red White and Royal Blue // Alex x Nick (Old Link)

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TICKLETOBER 2022 MASTERPOST (Old)

TICKLETOBER 2023 MASTERPOST (Old)

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BROOKLYN 99:

FINDING A MOTIVE: (Old)

Jake is struggling with getting paperwork done, and it seems nobody can find a way to help. Luckily Gina remembers something from their childhood that works wonders, and the team jump straight into action.

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DAREDEVIL:

GOOD VIBRATIONS: (Old)

After a particularly nasty fight as the Daredevil, Matt needs to rest up. Thankfully, Foggy is there to make sure he does.

BLIND MAN’S BLUFF: (Old) Prompt Fic, Mini Fic

Matt is convinced he doesn’t giggle. Foggy is here to prove otherwise.

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DC:

NEW DISCOVERIES: (Old) (wonder woman 1984)

With Steve’s new body, there’s bound to be some new discoveries for him and Diana.

WHEN BATS HUM (Old): (Superbat) Prompt Fic, Mini Fic

Superman tries to get Batman to relax…

BICEPS? REALLY?: (Superbat), Prompt(s) Fic

Superman accidentally stumbles across a rather odd ticklish spot on Batman. Of course, he can't let the opportunity to fluster his partner slip through his fingers.

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Doctor Who:

DONNA, HUMAN, YES:

A friendly argument between Donna and The Doctor turns into a reveal of one of the Time Lord's biggest weaknesses.

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Heartstopper:

GIGGLES IN THE DARK (Old):

Charlie’s 17th birthday takes on an interesting twist when Tao adds a new rule to Laser Tag

LET’S PLAY A GAME (Old): Prompt Fic

There was nothing Nick loved more than teasing his boyfriend. And what better way than a game he could never win.

ALL’S FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR (Old): Prompt Fic

A sleepover-turned-pillowfight-turned-ticklefight filled with love, betrayal, and lots of giggles.

A GOOD TURN NEVER GOES UNPUNISHED (Old): Prompt Fic

Nick tries to give his hoodie to Charlie, but gets stuck taking it off…

RUGBY LAD’S REVENGE (Old): Prompt Fic

After Charlie’s been teasing him the whole day, Nick decides to exact his revenge the moment they get home.

INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY (Old): Prompt Fic

Charlie oh-so-rudely interrupts a cuddle sesh with his laughter, and Nick definitely has absolutely nothing to do with it…

RUN BOY RUN (Old): Prompt Fic

Despite knowing Charlie is a fantastic runner, Nick still provokes his boyfriend into a chase.

FROM JOCK TO JELLY (Old):Prompt Fic

Nick is nearly impossible for Charlie to pin, unless tickling is involved…

PROVING A POINT (Old): Prompt Fic

Nick and Tao wreck Charlie to prove who is his best tickler.

DETHRONING THE KING (Old): Prompt Fic

Nick gets a little too cocky during a rugby practice session, so the boys show Charlie the best way to take him down a notch.

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Into/Across The Spiderverse:

THAT'S CHEATING:

During a training session, it's revealed that Miles is ticklish. Pavitr thoroughly enjoys the experience, and just when Miles thought it couldn't get worse, Miguel decides he wants to wrestle him. Surely Miguel wouldn't use Miles' weakness against him, right?

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Marvel:

YOU GOTTA SMILE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY (Old) :

Steve and Bucky are playing cards, when Bucky realises tonight is a very special night…

LABRADOR (Old):

Turns out that, although Cap can’t get drunk, HYDRA weren’t so thoughtful to Bucky.

DISTRACTIONS (Old):

Steve takes school very seriously. A little too seriously, in Bucky’s opinion. (Kinda Highschool AU but also kinda just young Stucky?)

SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT! (Old): Rewritten After Accidental Deletion

When a sparring match between Spiderman and Mysterio goes awry, a very sensitive secret is revealed about our favourite web-slinging superhero…

MONOPOLY MADNESS (Old): Reader Fic

You can’t help calling the Avengers by their super names, so Steve decides to take matters into his own hands and helps jog your memory. 

HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED (Old):

Steve realises that, now that he’s all superhuman, he can overpower Bucky quite easily. Unfortunately for Buck, Steve’s keen on some revenge from when they were kids. 

SUMMER LOVIN’ (Old): Prompt Fic

Steve’s grumpy, and Bucky is tired of it. Pity they can’t keep the noise down… 

CLASH OF THE (TICKLISH) TITANS (Old): Prompt Fic

Bucky and Steve can’t decide who the stronger superhuman is, so Sam helps them out by testing out one of their biggest weaknesses.

A SMALL PRICE TO PAY (Old): Prompt Fic, Reader Fic

You’ve been ‘borrowing’ things from Thor and Tony for quite some time now, but they’ve found your little stash. You’d better run!

THE CYCLONE (Old): Prompt Fic

When Bucky forces Steve to line up for The Cyclone at Coney Island, Steve is scared shitless. Thankfully, his best friend is there to distract him. 

COMING FULL CIRCLE (Old): Sequel Fic

Now that Bucky is superhuman too, Steve doesn’t stand a chance. 

THERE’S THAT SMILE (Old): Reader Fic

Exams are terrifying… Thankfully you’ve got some lovely superpeople to help you out.

STRESSED OUT (Old): Prompt Fic, Reader Fic

You’ve been studying relentlessly for an upcoming maths test, and you’re really starting to feel the stress. Thankfully, Tony is here to help. 

YOU CAN RUN (Old): Prompt Fic, Reader Fic

After teasing Thor, Steve, and Bucky for days, you finally get them to crack and give you exactly what you deserve. 

DON’T STOP BELIEVING (Old):

Steve is being an absolute little shit to Thor and Bucky, so they give him exactly what he deserved. 

GIGGLES (Old): Sequel Fic

Steve tells Bucky he likes being tickled, and gets absolutely wrecked as a result. Just good old Stucky tickle fluff!

YOU REALLY WANNA DO THAT? (Old): Reader Fic

You decide it’s a great idea to tease two of your favourite superheroes… I think you know what happens next. 

I KNOW YOU LIKE THIS (Old): Prompt Fic, Mini Fic

Peter pushes Bucky’s buttons a little too far, so he decides to wreck the friendly neighbourhood superhero in the best way possible.

SQUEALS, SPARKS, AND SPIDERMAN (Old): Prompt Fic

After Peter messes with Doctor Strange’s spell, he discovers a very interesting piece of information about his resident Wizard.

I’M NOT TICKLISH (Old): Prompt Fic, Mini Fic

Steve isn’t ticklish. Not at all. Of course, Bucky disagrees.

WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT CHRISTMAS LIGHTS (Old): Christmas Fic

Peter loves decorating the compound for the festive season, but when he ends up tangled in the lights some of the others decide to have some fun.

EVERY HERO HAS AN ACHILLES HEEL (Old): Prompt Fic

Peter enlists Bucky’s help to fix a grumpy Steve, and he has a rather entertaining way of doing it

HOW DO YOU FIGHT IN THAT?: Prompt Fic

Stephen invites Tony to watch his training at Kamar-Taj, but Tony can't help but wonder how Stephen trains in such bulky clothing...

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Merlin:

NEVER TEASE A TIRED KING (Old):

Merlin refuses to get off an exhausted Arthur’s bed… Bad Idea.

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Moon Knight:

OUT OF CONTROL (Old):

Marc is sick of being stuck on the other side, and wants control. Luckily, he discovers a pretty interesting way to get it.

ANYTHING YOU CAN DO, I CAN DO BETTER (Old):Reader Fic

Never get between Marc and Steven’s competitions, you never know what the consequences could be.

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Red, White, and Royal Blue:

WAKING UP NEXT TO YOU:

Henry unconsciously steals the blankets in the middle of the night and refuses to return them, forcing Alex to get creative to get them back.

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Sanders Sides:

COLD HANDS, WARM HEART (Old):

When Virgil decides to steal Logan’s blanket, it certainly doesn’t go unpunished…

HEY, YOU OK? (Old):

It’s the middle of the night, and Virgil’s mind is tormenting him with some seriously scary thoughts. Thankfully, Roman is there to calm him down and help him get some much needed sleep.

(TW: INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, SU*C*DE, AND GENERAL BAD TIMES)

IN THE AIR TONIGHT (Old):

Roman and Patton have a cruel way to tease Virgil.

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Supernatural:

A CURE FOR A NIGHTMARE (Old) : Reader Fic

You’ve been having nightmares for days, ever since you were captured and tortured for information on the whereabouts of the Winchesters. Thankfully, the Brothers in question have a pretty good remedy for bad dreams.

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Stranger Things:

MUSIC TO MY EARS:

Eddie hears Steve laugh properly for the first time and is OBSESSED so of course he has to hear more.

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Torchwood:

YOU’RE ADORABLE (Old):

Ianto’s been acting a little strange recently, and it doesn’t take long for Jack to figure out why.

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[bearsinpotatosacks]

Behind a Cold Visage - A Multi Ship Fic

Iceman's jumper has a hole, he goes to Carole to fix it. She notices something else more than a hole.

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For a prompt list, this was "A fixing B's sweater/jacket"

Words: 1338

Texas winters, at least in Corpus Christi, were rather mild. She had the fashion sense of a pop art picture and a grandma is what her mother said, which meant a lot of cardigans, that were never appropriate for the weather. 

This fact had always annoyed Carole, she’d taken up knitting when she was fourteen to get her mind off the worst breakup of her life, at least as she’d thought then. Now, years after, she’d probably knitted an entire wardrobe of clothes if you included everything she’d made for Bradley, plus all the various jumpers, scarves, hats and mittens over the years for Goose, Mav, her family and herself. 

And this year the wardrobe would be added to. There were two more people in their weird, not allowed family. Slider and Iceman. 

Their home was their sanctuary, away from the pressures of the navy, some of which were more on some than others, and the prying eyes of the neighbours, they could be themselves. Safe to cuddle in their bed now too small for four people and creaking from the weight but homely enough that they didn’t care. 

Not that everyone stayed at the same time. Maverick had bought a bachelor pad nearer to Corpus Christi, they were in the suburbs of Portland, about a ten minute drive away on a good day. With the security of the emergency second bedroom, they were safe-ish from the harsh laws of the navy and Texas state.

Carole was half considering just moving to California. With sodomy laws repealed there, this would at least be allowed at home. It was closer to work for Tom and Ron, both still instructors at Top Gun while Maverick was flying with Merlin back out in the middle of the ocean and Goose was getting his teaching qualification to become a physics teacher. Every single naval aviator she’d ever met had tried to explain how the codes for their missions worked, but every time it just seemed too damn complicated. Well, she tried to explain all the ins and outs of running a library and they seemed similarly confused, maybe some things were meant to be unknown.

She broke through her thoughts with a sip of sweet tea. As went tradition, she’d left it to brew outside but it didn’t quite hit the same as it would in the summer. Not that she missed that, the heat had really gotten to her this year. 

Maverick threw the frisbee to Bradley. Slider lifted him up so he could catch it. Goose placed his hands on his hips as he shared a look with Mav. They feigned disgust but smiles were hard to hide.

“Hey, that's cheating!” Goose exclaimed.

“T’isn’t.” Bradley said, still being held securely in Ron’s hands.

“T’is.” Mav said. 

“T’isn’t.” Ron teased. “He’s short, I’m helping.”

“I’m short, and you don’t see Goose lifting me up to catch the frisbee.”

“I’m littler,” Bradley said.

Mav gave him his familiar cocky smirk.

“Oh yeah?” Goose said, his moustache twitching. “Well, it’s still cheating, how about you stop being so little and grow some more? Come on now Bradley, you’re almost five, you should be six feet tall by now!”

That broke everyone’s grumpy masks. Bradley giggled, which made Goose break into a grin and begin to trot over to him. Maverick joined as Ron lowered Bradley slightly. 

Maverick, always the fastest even though he had the shortest legs out of all of the guys, got there first and tickled Bradley’s feet. Goose joined him, making him giggle until he squirmed.

“Daddy, stop!” He yelled.

Goose took him from Slider and lay kisses into his chubby cheeks as he squished him into a hug.

“Sorry, it’s what cheaters get!”

“I didn’t cheat, Daddy-”

The scene carried on. Goose pampered his son in embarrassing amounts of kisses while Mav and Ron watched, hiding their hands gracing each others so the neighbours wouldn’t talk.

What broke her focus was the gentle sound of feet coming out of the kitchen. She knew those considerate steps anywhere. Wanting to command attention but not offend, wanting to please every crowd. Iceman.

As well as pleasing her by not stomping, she loved Ron but he wasn’t very light footed, he was very easy on the eye. She’d told him that she thought so but hadn’t made a move yet. He was newly in a relationship with three men while trying to keep it all a secret, the last thing he needed was a new woman to throw things into question.

“Hey, Tom,” she said, keeping her eyes on the frisbee game as it restarted. “Whatcha got there?”

He seemed surprised when she knew he was there without seeing him. What he didn’t know was that having a toddler had made her hyper aware about where people were at all times, whether she liked it or not. She had to pat the seat next to her to get him to sit down. It was unusual how such a cool and confident man could turn into this insecure when away from the pressures of the navy. 

“A sweater.”

“You’re not wearing it?” She said.

Feeling the breeze stroke her skin, she wrapped her blanket around her a little tighter. 

“There’s a hole in it.”

His words were so carefully chosen. She realised that if they weren’t on good terms, he could do some damage. Carole could also, if they weren’t on good terms, but for different reasons, she didn’t have much of a filter. Words just came out as she said them. Obviously, this meant that while she could make someone’s day with a blase compliment, she could also ruin it by saying something mean a little too loud than she should, because her volume was never appropriate whether she knew it or not.

He stretched out the sweater. It had golden dreidels knitted onto a blue background. Threads were coming loose all over it to give a vague blue halo in the afternoon sun. This was old and well worn, yet perhaps it was what she’d seen of Tom so far that made her feel like he wasn’t the type to wear corny novelty jumpers at all.

“Can I?” She reached for it. 

It was just as soft as it looked as he handed it over. There was a familiar smell. Looking at Tom, she could imagine him tugging at the collar for a photo at Hanukkah. That’s what the smell reminded her of, a childhood home that you could return to but one that would never be the same. 

“Want me to fix it?”

“Can you?”

She turned it over. There was a small but obvious hole in the arm. It wasn’t wear and tear, this was from worrying the same spot over and over again. She looked up at Tom and smiled, there was a storm behind those grey eyes.

“I think so, just got to match the colour so it doesn’t look weird,” she went to get up.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Might as well start now, I think I have this blue in my knitting basket,” she lent in a little closer. “It was meant to be a surprise but I was making you a scarf for Hanukkah.”

“Guess you don’t need to now.” He said, looking at his hands. 

“No, I will.”

“Why?”

His head darted up. The immovable Iceman was a deer in headlights. She liked her ability to do that because if there was one thing she'd learnt about loving Navy men was that no matter how much they talked the talk, if you got them on their knees and pulled their head back by their hair then they were putty in your hand. 

“You’re cute that’s why.”

She lent over and kissed his forehead, leaving his face bright red as she moved inside to fix the jumper. Behind her, Ron wolfwhistled. The usual snarky "shut it" that she'd expect from Tom didn't come. When she turned back, he was still beetroot red.

I'm a bit of a sucker for Carole/Iceman, not in a major way but in a small way like this. They all love each other. Also it was illegal to be gay in texas until 2003. Thanks for reading!

#top gun #top gun polycule #slooserole #icemav #carole x ice #goosemavcarole #carole bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #ron slider kerner #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #bradley rooster bradshaw #nick bradshaw #goose top gun #goose bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster top gun #iceman kazansky #iceman top gun #slider top gun #slider kerner #maverick top gun #maverick mitchell #polyamory #jewish iceman #bear writes #a fixes b's sweater #knitting #ugly sweater #goose lives

[aetherdecember]

Another snippet from my Flipping the Coin au. Probably won’t make it into the actual fic, but I’ve been obsessed with these two and keep finding myself writing moments like this ^^

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Mordred was sprawled over Arthur’s chest, with his thumb tucked in his mouth, and blue eyes serious as he listened to the story with the gravity of a judge. The two of them are slumped in their favorite armchair, the red velvet blotchy from numerous spilled drinks, sticky snacks, and misguided attempts at crafts. It was too warm for a fire, but in the dim evening, with the lone table lamp for light and the window cracked open for a breath of air, it took Arthur back to countless evenings spent in another room. One built of stone and lit only by candle flame.

Aloud, Arthur read, “Because he was the king…”

Personally, it wasn’t his favorite retelling, but Mordred had seen his name on the cover and insisted on hearing it, so he had conceded. Maybe he should’ve waited until Mordred was older before telling him that there were stories about characters who shared their names, but in these last few years, the events from long ago had been so close to mind Arthur had wanted to share it. He assumed Mordred would fixate on the sword fighting and tournaments. Instead, Mordred had picked a book that started with babies being sent out to sea.

“Two by two, he carried—“

Mordred pulled his thumb out of his mouth. “Did you really do that?”

“No.” Arthur marked his spot with a finger and ruffled the thick, black curls. Still damp from the bath, they were in need of a comb. And soon, if Arthur hoped to avoid dealing with tangles. “I never did that.” Dipping his fingers to tickle the back of Mordred’s neck, he smiled as Mordred giggled and tried to escape. “I could never.”

Sitting up, Mordred’s knobby limbs found all of Arthur’s soft spots as he settled knees first on top of Arthur’s chest. “If you had to, could you?”

“Would you,” Arthur automatically corrected.

“Would I?” Mordred’s pitch went comically high. “Nooooooo! Would you!”

Arthur gave him a look, one that Mordred immediately leaned in and mimicked with a giggle. “Would I, Arthur Penn, a man far removed from the ancient past, cast a boat full of babies into the ocean? Absolutely not.”

“What if Merlin told you to?”

He’d never had to. History hadn’t played out like that. But Arthur couldn’t tell his young son that he definitely knew it hadn’t happened because he couldn’t even explain his own past and all that entailed. All Mordred knew was that his father was named after King Arthur, so that meant he’d been named after Mordred. Because they were father and son and that was how it was supposed to be. He didn’t know that in another life they hadn’t been related and that the first time Merlin met Mordred he had helped save him.

“Nope.” Arthur popped the ‘p’. Out of Mordred’s sight, he set the book on the ground. It was time for a better story anyway. “Not even then.”

“What if Merlin did it?”

“Listen, let me tell you about the—“ He almost said ‘the Mordred I knew’ but luckily stopped. Instead, he says, “—the story I heard. It took place when Uther was still king. The first time Arthur met Mordred he was only a little boy…”

#bbc merlin #flipping the coin #arthur pendragon #mordred #father son relationship #arthur lives au #look arthur being mordred’s father is becoming a critical component to this au #it’s helping arthur heal from his unaddressed trauma with uther #it’s also preparing arthur for the sudden reappearance of everyone he loves #sure there’s going to be the most awkward moment ever when mordred regains his memories of his past life #and everyone’s going to be like HUH????? when they hear mordred call arthur dad #but just picture arthur being naively oblivious to everything you’re supposed to do as a parent in the modern world #he doesn’t send mordred to school until he’s about 7 or 8 because no one ever told him he was supposed to #he reads books to him that are not age appropriate because a book is a book #not to mention he won’t bat an eye at playground violence because that’s what he did as a boy #what do you mean you’re supposed to play nice even if the other kid started it???? #side note i need to come up with a tag for these two #additional note: the passages arthur is reading comes from I Am Mordred #because that seems like a book arthur would read to a young mordred without realizing the themes aren’t meant for such a young child #especially when that child shares the same name as the protagonist #nothing like starting your kid out in life by reading a book that begins with their father trying to kill them

[lumosatnight]

Six Sentence Saturday

Thanks for the tag @danpuff-ao3 (x)!

I've got a lil' Sirius/Harry fic in the works for @hprarepairfest which I am racing to finish by the deadline. Here's a little snippet!

The war was over, the big baddie defeated. It had been months since You Know Poo had shown his snakey face.

Sirius was supposed to be getting on with his life. And he was. He was. But there was something that just kept nagging him, tickling him in the middle of the night, hovering by his shoulder when he was having a drink by the fireplace after a long day of yelling at Kreacher again.

Sirius called it his little devil spawn. Remus called it his godson.

Harry James Potter, Order of Merlin First Class and Miraculously Not Dead was refusing to move out of Grimmauld Place — not that Sirius had tried that hard to kick him out, mind you. (“You have nowhere to go? Oh, such a pity. I suppose you’ll have to stay a while longer.”) The boy, who was not so much a boy anymore but a young man, went in and out of the house at all hours, refused to comb his hair before noon, and wore the shortest shorts Sirius had ever had the (mis)fortune of laying eyes upon.

But it was all fine. Everything was fine.

Is this six sentences? Nope, not by a long shot. Oops 🤷🏻‍♀️

Tagging: @schmem14 @siriusly-sapphic @givereadersahug @nv-md @mundrakan @nanneramma

#tag game #six sentences #wip #asked and answered

[camelots-daffodil]

Just realised I’ve never read a whump hurt/comfort Gwen fic

As much as I hope she never feels pain in her whole life and is the bestest happiest girl ever

The idea of Arthur and Merlin and the knights (and Morgana depending on era) going absolutely batshit at Gwen being hurt by somebody else just tickles me. I want to see that.

#welp adding it to my WIP list #honestly idgaf whether she’s half dead or she’s just got a twisted ankle and everyone goes crazy #bc that’s Gwen!! she’s the queen!!! HOW CAN YOU HURT HER??? #idk I’m never gonnna be game/brave enough to write it #i don’t think I could physically get the words out of Gwen is hurt #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #morgana pendragon #gwen pendragon #knights of the round table #bbc merlin fanfic #merlin emrys #merlin fanfic

[ghaniblue]

Thank you @kbrick for the tag and the list of amazing scenes. My tbr list just grew.

Rules: pick any ten seven fics, select some smut or pre-smut dialogue, and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, feel free to share anyway!

I haven't written enough smutty fics to fill up the quota so you get two scenes from the werewolf fic. I stand behind everything I wrote for HP and Teen Wolf, but the Lotrips scene is... painful.

What did I learn through this exercise?

My stories are generally not dialogue heavy so that holds true for the sex scenes. Human was the first time where I leaned into the smut and had them barely get out of bed for the last chapter, so pre-sex banter turned into post-sex banter etc.

I like to keep my sex scenes short but impactful. I don't have strict top/bottom dynamics but I like my Harry intense but sweet in bed and I will put him on his knees if at all possible. Draco is always a bit bowled over by him and loving every second. And in het fics it's the woman in charge. First femslash fic is still a WIP.

8 scenes from 7 fics under the cut.

Human | Drarry

1.

You found me," Draco says, awed. The black wolf, that was Harry.

"I'll always find you."

Draco's breath stutters out of him. "Harry—" He tucks Harry's arm tighter around himself, fingers closing around Harry's wrist. "Don't take this the wrong way," Draco whispers, heart beating wildly in his chest, "but you're impossible."

"What's the wrong way?" Harry asks, voice muffled in Draco's hair.

"As a compliment, obviously." Draco laughs, an incredulous sound. At this situation, this moment of lying in Harry's arms in a cave, of hearing these words out of Harry's mouth. He must be dreaming. He shakes his head. "You're hard headed like a mule, a righteous prick half the time, rash and impatient and you never fucking listen and—"

"—and," Harry whispers, pressing his face into the crock of Draco's neck, his beard scratchy against his skin.

Draco's hand clenches on Harry's arm, a tremor going through his body. He can feel the corresponding response shuddering through Harry: they are so tightly wrapped together. Draco can’t take it anymore.

He turns in Harry's arms, wriggling around until he's facing Harry. Harry's glasses are gone and his eyes are impossibly green and unguarded. Draco never noticed how long his eyelashes are. Harry's cheek is burning when Draco touches his face. Draco brushes his thumb along Harry's high cheekbone and cradles his dearly beloved face in the palm of his hand.

Harry tilts his head into the caress, his eyes falling closed. Draco's thumb brushes gently, so gently over Harry's lips. Harry's mouth falls open on a soft exhale.

"Don't run," Draco whispers and kisses him, like he's wanted to for so long.

2.

"Hold still," Harry says, palm spread in the small of his back and pressing down firmly.

Draco stills. "Not helping," he presses out through clenched teeth.

"Oh. You—you like that? When I—" Draco can hear Harry swallow hard, the tosser. As if he doesn't know what he's doing to Draco. As if Draco didn't roll over and let Harry put his knot in him. "Hold you down, like that?"

Draco rolls over onto his back to better glare at Harry. "Merlin, yes. I like it, alright?"

Harry ducks his head so his hair is hiding his eyes, but Draco sees the treacherous little uptick of the corner of his lips. Harry moves over Draco, biceps flexing as he holds himself up, caging him in. Draco's legs fall open instinctively, the traitors, so Harry can slide in between them and plaster himself all over Draco, his whole weight pressing Draco into the mattress.

"Don't look so smug. It's unbecoming," Draco grouses. Harry's little display isn't helping his cock staying down. Stupid Harry, with his stupid biceps and stupidly broad chest and thick thighs. Draco hates him.

Harry laughs, dragging his nose along Draco's cheek. It tickles."Says the pot to the kettle."

"I'm not smug. I'm—"

"—Entitled?"

"Hey!" Draco pinches Harry's flank in retaliation.

"A posh little git?"

Draco pinches Harry's arse, then lets his hand stay there. It's a very nice arse, a plumb firm handful from all that running.

"You can be a little smug," Harry allows. "That thing you did—with your mouth…" Harry noses into Draco's hair at the temple. "That was nice."

Draco smiles a little satisfied smile. "Liked that, did you?"

Harry ducks his head again, eyes fixed on Draco's lips. "Yes."

"You like my mouth?" Draco licks his lips, watches Harry follow the movement. Ha!

Harry's breath grows shallow, Draco's sure he can feel Harry's heartbeat drum in his own chest. "Yes."

"Kiss me," Draco says, and Harry does, eagerly.

An Improbable Bout of Summer Madness | Drarry

"You're going to fuck me. Is that alright?" Harry asked, crawling, prowling over Draco on hands and knees.

"I am?" Draco was glad his voice sounded steadier than he felt. Dear god.

"You are. Any objections?"

"God no."

Harry chuckled, bending down over Draco, his lips lightly brushing Draco's. "Good answer."

In the Dark | Drarry

“Let me suck you.”

The back of Draco’s head hits the wall with a moan. “Fuck, yes.”

Harry sinks to his knees in one smooth movement. Draco cards trembling fingers through Harry’s hair. Harry moves into the touch and rests there for a moment, nuzzling into the crease of Draco’s groin. “You smell good,” he breathes.

Draco’s cock jumps against Harry’s cheek. Harry makes a soft sound like a sigh and mouths at Draco’s cock through the silk of his pyjamas, before hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down until they pool around Draco’s feet. With one hand around Draco’s thigh, he pulls him near and closes his fingers around the base of Draco's cock. He bends his head and nuzzles at Draco’s balls. “God, you smell so good”.

Some 10 year old Teen Wolf stuff.

The One With The Twizzlers | Stiles/Danny

"You're horrible."

Stiles' shit-eating grin stretched so wide he ended up looking like a demented hedgehog. "I know," he preened, as if it was the greatest achievement of his life yet. It probably was in his head. Stiles nudged Danny's knee. "You still gonna let me suck you, right?"

And the terrible thing was that Danny was going to do just that, he was going to let Stiles put his mouth on him and slobber all over his dick because once Stiles got over his initial eager puppy reaction to being allowed to touch he was going to do his best to fry Danny's brain. He was a quick learner and thorough in his pursuit of knowledge. Danny took the bottle from Stiles' unresisting hands and dumped it on the ground where it landed with a dull thud. "Come here."

Stiles scrambled upright and pushed Danny where he wanted him, sitting on the hood with his legs dangling so Stiles could push in between them - and have room to work, quote. "Just lean back and enjoy the ride."

The Gift | Lydia/Derek/Stiles

His bare feet make a soft shuffling sound on the plush carpet as he sinks down on his knees beside her. He is naked like Derek, and she can see he is hard already. She strokes an affectionate hand through his hair and he arches into her touch easily, shamelessly. "This is Derek," she says. "He's for you."

Stiles sucks in a breath and looks up at her with wide, startled eyes. "For me?"

"Yes." She smiles. "Do you like him?"

Lydia can feel Derek exhale at that, anxious maybe, anticipating. There's a slight tremor running through Derek's frame that makes her place a soft kiss against the back of Derek's neck just above the collar. "Shh," she soothes. "You're doing so good, shh."

Paper Cuts | Derek/Allison

This time, two months later, they meet in a dilapidated house on the edge of town. She bends over the top of a worm-eaten dining table, hands curled around the edge for leverage, and Derek pushes up her skirt with rough hands. She widens her stance and arches her back, exposing herself. She's lost her panties on the way in. "Come on," she urges. "Fuck me."

He rolls on the condom and pushes his fingers into her, slicking his cock with the wetness of her cunt. He goes back for more, smearing her juices over her hole, pushing his fingers inside until she is loose and sloppy everywhere. He fucks her ass with short, sharp snaps of his hips, spreading her cheeks apart with broad palms, cramming another inch of his dick in her ass, making her clench and groan and shudder with it. "Harder," she demands between harsh, gasping breaths. "Fuck me, come on, do it."

My first Lotrips fic. This is 21 years old, and I want you to know rereading this was an altogether excruciating experience.

Reflections | Harry/Orlando, LotR RPS

"I want you to look at yourself."

Orli lifts his head, and meets Harry’s gaze in the mirror. Harry’s heart aches when he sees the pain in his lover’s eyes. He holds Orli’s gaze and says in a low voice, "You are beautiful". He catches the flicker in Orli’s eyes.

Harry touches a pale white scar across Orli’s chest. A small whimpering sound reaches Harry’s ears and almost brings him to his knees. "So beautiful," he whispers.

No pressure tagging @tackytigerfic @lqtraintracks @oknowkiss @aibidil @sleepstxtic-drarry @skeptiquewrites @lumosatnight

#acari answers #drarry #dallison #teen wolf fic #drarry fic #acari writes