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A sparkle in the night
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Pair: Alastor and Vox. A bit platonic, a bit romantic, could be read in different ways.
Disclaimer: Nothing other than itâs a SFW tickle fic. They are also slightly ooc but tbh we donât really know since Iâm describing a moment that happened before the series takes place sooooo⊠who knows (but honestly, Alastor is much too sweet to be canon).
Also I had fun with some fonts I found online, I donât know if that is a problem so if you find difficulties reading please tell me and Iâll change it!
Vox is stressed and wants to reminisce old times, old friends, old feelings.
I got the idea for this from this fic by @starlight-write. I wanted to explore Alastor and Voxâs relationship before whatever happened between them.
I hope you all enjoy it!
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Hell had changed a lot since Vox first arrived. He had met many Overlords who now werenât âaliveâ anymore, killed by Angels or by other sinners. He had seen Hell change its geography, different shops rising and then succumbing to nefarious fate.
He had met friends along the way, and he had lost them too.
Vox had learnt that the afterlife was just as complicated and confusing as his past life: people were hard to read, it was hard to understand their needs and, honesty, he wasnât very good at accommodating them. Of course it was easy to solve people problems work wise (most of the times he was the one creating a fake problem and giving the public a new product as a solution), but when it came to personal business he couldnât just hypnotise everyone. Well he could butâŠ
He was alone in his personal room, monitors all over him, phones and computers all around him. Even if he was alone he was constantly under the spotlight. He knew he had to prove he was stronger. That he wasnât scared of anything or anyone.
Thatâs how he would spend the majority of his afterlife: surrounded by his constant eyes, recording every movement he himself ever made.
So thatâs why he felt so excited when he turned off every single monitor except for the bigger one in front of him. He shut down every camera or microphone around him. Unrecorded. Unregistered moments.
A shiver ran down his spine.
After seeing that ghost of his past back again after seven years of absence he had to see something. Something that was his and his only.
What he was looking for was an old memory, one that he had to update digitally from his old headset.
Everything was meticulously categorised so it didnât take long before he found what he was looking for.
The video started.
And he was almost 45 years younger, he had a different - and much heavier - headset and an âold palâ next to him.
They were in the middle of an animated conversation in a remote bar in the pride ring. Everybody was keeping their distance from them and the moody bartender kept sending them drink after drink.
«Television is much more than photography you radio obsessed demon. Television is alive, itâs thrilling!» Vox exclaimed standing up and stomping his foot on the chair in front of him. Alastor looked at the action with little to no reaction, his usual smile plastered on his face.
«You, young man, are as loud as a cow at the slaughterhouse. That is in no way an Overlord behaviour.» he said squeezing his shoulder and inviting Vox to sit again.
Vox blinked in confusion - and slight worry because of the metaphor - before pouting as a scolded child. He got himself back on the high stools next to the counter dangling his feet.
Alastor poured another whiskey in his glass.
«I admire your enthusiasm, but you have to understand that Hell is different from Earth. You cannot show demons your⊠moving pictures and expect them to simply follow you. You need to plan. To be strategic. Logical.» he offered the drink to Vox, who looked at the goldish liquid with skepticism.
Alastorâs smile grew bigger. «A peace offer?». Vox sighed and gulped it down in one shot, much to Alastorâs disapproval.
«I think youâre complicating your life too much! I can hypnotise people!» he pointed at his eyes as the pupil changed, but Alastor was unfazed.
«It doesnât work on me.»
«Yeah I still have to understand whyâŠÂ» he sighed as his head started to spin. His face became a bit foggy, just for a moment.
That made Alastor grin wider. «Is the strong and powerful aspiring Overlord feeling a bit dizzy?»
«Fuck you I am not. Youâre just-» he looked down at his empty glass and grabbed the bottle to refill it. «I am an Overlord! âM not aspiring to be anything you pompous-» but he was cut off by Alastor cupping Voxâs hands with his and helping him pour the drink. Voxâs heart skipped a beat as his antennas sparkled.
«You were saying?» he hummed, fully aware of what he was doing.
«Fuck you.»
Alastorâs smiled softened «Charming.» and Vox smiled back, rolling his eyes.
They had these kind of conversations every time they hang out. They would go to a bar and sit far away from everyone, start bickering, try to get a deal one from the other only to call it even and repeat this cycle every few days. Vox kept convincing himself that these encounters werenât a big deal but things like that, like that genuine smile, made him doubt that.
Vox drank his whiskey quickly, just to see Alastorâs ear flicker in dismay, a gesture Vox had learnt to recognise over the years.
He took the bottle and refilled his and Alastorâs empty glass.
«You do not understand what it means to be an Overlord just as much as you do not understand how to enjoy your drink.» Alastor said turning on his stool and leaning with his back on the counter.
«AH! Alcohol gets you drunk. Thatâs the big meaning behind it.»
Vox was about to chug down his whiskey when he felt something brushing over his side. As he yelped Alastor snickered, trying to camouflage it with a cough.
«AĂl- he glitched - what are you doing?»
«As you can see I am not doing anything.» he said raising his hands to prove his point. Vox straightened his back, looking at his surroundings in confusion.
His fogged brain was trying to process whether there was a threat or not. He felt electricity build up in his body.
As he raised his glass, he felt it again, something brushing his side, just lightly, but, when he turned, his eyes could only scan thin air.
«What is going on?» he mumbled putting the drink down.
Alastor didnât answer, but he was having fun. Vox could see it by that stupid tail of his that was slightly wagging.
If it was his doing⊠oh no.
The tendrils came out of nowhere and wrapped around his torso, caressing his stomach and sides slowly.
Vox felt electricity between his fingers and in his antennas. He clamped his mouth shut with his hands, slightly kicking his feet.
«Is everything alright Vox?» Vox shook his head, little sparkles all around him. That fuckerâŠ
One of those tentacles circled around the center of his tummy, caressing the blue skin. He could feel the tip lightly scratching the sensitive area, making his body tremble.
It was so agonisingly slow. The gesture felt both sweet and mean, as if it were Alastorâs fingers toying with him.
Then he increased the pace.
Voxâs face started trembling, the image of his expression danced on the screen for a moment, deforming his flat features. Alastor came closer to his prey, enjoying every second.
«Maybe it would be better if you just let yourselfâŠ-» the tentacles that were around his stomach changed direction and dug in his hips «âŠLaugh.»
Vox giggles sparkled, as static electricity vibrated around him. He tried so hard to contain himself, but once the first chuckle was out he could not stop.
«AHAHAHAHL nohohoho.»
«No? But Iâm not doing anything my dear! I think you had one too many of these.» he said sliding away the manâs drink, saving it from being destroyed.
«Yohohou knohow dĂŠ-ĂĄmĆĆ well what youâre dohohoing.» Vox managed to say while trying to push his tentacles away.
«Of course I do.» he got closer, more tentacles coming from all around him. Vox felt his heart pounding in his chest, his face a mixture of fear and excitement. A stupid wobbly smile was plastered on his screen.
«And youâre enjoying every single second.» had Vox been a little less drunk he would have probably tried to retort, but all he could do was stare at Alastorâs tendrils.
Two of them wrapped around his wrists, raising his hands.
«Oh noho donât yÒÌÌÌÌÌÍÍÌŻOÌžÌÌœÍÌÍÍUÒÌÌÌÌŸÍÍÌŠÌ°Ì DARE ALASTOR!» the tentacles danced in front of him, circling around his underarms. Two of them were near his sides, and no matter how hard he tried to pull at his restraints he couldnât free himself.
«Oh how I like seeing you like this.» Alastor sighed «So helpless.»
«Ahahahahahl Ihihi ha-hatehehe yohohor stupid gahames.» he protested. He was still sat on his absurdly high stool, his feet trying to touch the floor to push himself back. But there was nowhere to run.
Every demon in the place had already fled, believing that the Radio Demon had found his new victim. Well they werenât completely wrong.
«Do not lie to me.» Alastor caressed Voxâs screen with a single finger, and fake sweat flashed on his face. «You love my games. And besides, a powerful Overlord like you should laugh at the face of danger.» that actually made Vox titter.
Anything said by Alastor made him laugh.
«Let me see your smile.»
All of the tentacles attacked at the same time, some caressing his skin, some scratching at the fabric of his clothes. They were under his arms, on his stomach, meaningly attacking his hips.
The laugh that left his throat gave Alastor goosebumps. It was loud, the loudest he had ever heard from him and it was so⊠carefree.
All the sense of control, the pressure of becoming a powerful Overlord, the high standards the man held on himself all crumbled down. And he was just helplessly laughing in front of his friend, eyes closed, not afraid to be hurt.
Unfortunately for him he was definitely too sensitive though and the moment a tendril flicked his antenna he started to glitch.
«NOHOHOHOHĆÄŠĂ-»
A spark of electricity made the entire place blackout for a moment, before the lights came back on. Alastor looked at the display of power both amazed and awed.
The man was really strong.
«Be careful my friend-» Alastorâs voice came from much closer than before «We wouldnât want you to short circuit would we?»
He decided to give him a little break.
The moment the tendrils freed him, Vox turned his back and held the counter with both of his hands, looking for stability.
He could not stop the giggles and titters leaving his body, feeling even drunken than before even though the alcohol was starting to wear off.
However, before Vox could stop laughing, a single tentacle snuck under the his shirt, through his sleeve, slowly and gently caressing his underarm with its tip. The small movement was driving Vox mad.
He collapsed on the counter, laughter now pouring out of him. His feet were kicking the air. The free arm was pounding on the surface, not lucid enough to try to free himself.
He let his head rest on the table, the screen tilted toward Alastor.
«Yohohouh bihihihitch.» he giggled before trying to pry away a new tendril that was slipping under his shirt, targeting his stomach.
His feet kicked harder and quicker as he started to hiccup. «Ihi- IHğĊğ- chahaĂŠnâÈ.» his voice changed and distorted.
Alastor drank another glass, closing his eyes and enjoying the flavour.
«Sooo» he stood up next to the giggling mess. «Do we wanna make a deal?» he asked making his tentacles stop their torture and back away.
Vox took a few seconds to compose himself before lifting his head and facing the other demon.
Giggles were still stuck in his throat, threatening to leave his body at every word. «A deahal?» he straightened his back and fixed his shirt, now turning his entire body towards the friend.
«Iâm not selling my soul for some TÌ”ÍÌÍÌÍÌČÌ«-tickles. You canât be that stupid.»
«I am not, my friend. And for once I do not care for your soul! Oh no no no! I would likeâŠ-» he let the anticipation roll on Voxâs nerves as he approached him with twitching fingers. «-for you to never drink whiskey in such an inconsiderate way. You either taste your liquor or you donât drink at all. You do not gobble your alcohol. You understand that young man donât you?» and as he pronounced the last sentence, he started tracing invisible circles on Voxâs sides.
Vox closed his eyes and the giggle that escaped his lips was a mixture of ticklish agony and amusement.
«Are you finding my request funny?» his fingers danced on his sides.
«Oh câmohohn Ahahal.» he kicked his feet again, very careful not to hit the demon in front of him. «Ihiht is fuhuhucking hilariohohohus.» he managed to say.
Alastor was not amused.
«Well if you think this is hilarious I cannot imagine what youâd think of tÌ·ÌÍÌÌ„ÌČÍÍÌ€hÌ”ÍÌÌłÌȘÌ°iÌ”ÌÌÌÌÌÌŠÌ°s̶Ì
ÌÍÍÍÍÌ„.» as his voice distorted he drilled his thumbs in Voxâs hips, scratching slightly under his clothes.
Voxâs face became black for a few seconds, before returning to his loud self, pounding with his free hands on Alastorâs chest.
«Such a sweet sound.»
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hÌŽÌÌÌÍÍÌ€ÌÌȘaÒÍÌÌÌ«ÍlÌ”ÌÌÍÍÍ.» his glitched and distorted voice came so soft to Alastoâs ear.
Alastor stopped with a chuckle.
«You enjoyed it.» he said before stepping away.
«Oh well donât think I didnât notice your tail wagging.» the tv demon whispered with a smile on his face.
Alastor turned himself, hiding his back and his stupid soft tail, a small blush colouring his cheeks.
Vox laughed again, a genuine laugh, and then grabbed his own glass. The older man way eyeing him, fingers ready to summon his power once more.
Vox drank slowly, feeling the warmth of the alcohol. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste.
Alastor smiled at him, the genuine smile reserved to these late night, where the alcohol in their veins made their heads lighter and their words easier to leave their lips.
The words Alastor pronounced forty-five years ago echoed in the empty room. They sounded sincere, no filter altering them, just honesty and liquor on his tongue.
«Youâre like a sparkle in the night Vox. You make this dark world brighter with your smile. Remember that»
Vox closed his eyes and let out a sight. He hugged himself for a moment and let those words sink in, burning his soul.
He allowed himself to feel this way for a few seconds, before turning everything off and straightening his jacket.
He had to go now.
He needed to find out what that pompous old prick was planning.
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I feel like Iâve been working on this fics for a month, but itâs actually been a couple of weeks.
I loved exploring Vox and Alastorâs dynamic and showing Alastor being kind of a mentor for Vox.
Initially Valentino had a part in this fic, but in the end his role got cut off, but who knows! I might explore their relationship and how it affected Vox and Alastor in future fics! In this universe (yeah, the one I created pretty much for this single tickle fic) Al and Vox originally had a strong relationship, something between platonic and romantic, that got ruined when Vox met Valentino and started hanging out with him (Even though I strongly believe that in the serie Vox was the one that fell in love and Alastor was just trying to get something out of him and eventually got tired of Vox and left him)
The first scene felt really like when Hamilton and Burr go drink together at the beginning of the musical ahahahaha.
I donât know when will I publish the new fic, it will take me a long time before I am able to write so much again.
Let me know what you think guys đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»
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Fizzarolli's Nerves
Summary: Fizzarolli is preparing for Mammon's yearly clown contest, and he's getting nervous, as he just has to be perfect. But all this practicing is disrupting Asmodeus's plan of relaxing with his beloved. That won't do at all.
Pairing: Fizz/Asmodeus
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Mind-Rotting Fluff. (Author regrets nothing.)
(My very first fic! Please be nice <3)
âYouâll do it, Fizz. Youâll be fine. You need to be perfect for Mammon. Always perfect.â the imp mumbled, practicing everything he felt he needed to practice in order to win Mammonâs clown contest for the tenth time in a row. Fizz knew the elements of the contest off by heart, having won it so many times. So everything running through that little impâs head was covered.
Balloon animals. Pie gags. Comedy section. Singing, dancing, acrobatics. You name it, Fizz practiced it. There was certainly no shortage on what Fizzarolli could do, and he had to win. He had to be perfect.
That was how Asmodeus, King of Lust and Fizzâs loving partner- er, BUSINESS partner, found him.
âWhatâs the difference between a snowman and a snow-woman? The snowballs! Wait, no. More energy, I need to have lots more energy. Like, twenty seven coffees kinda energy. Okay. You got this, Fizz. You got this. Try again. Whatâs the difference between a snow man and a snow woman? The snowballs! Hmm, still missing something. What could I do? Maybe I could juggle? Do a pose? Maybe I could hit myself in the face with a snowball? Um⊠ah, think, Fizz!â the jester rambled.
Ozzie yawned as he came into the living room where Fizz was, the rooster rubbing at his eyes.
âFroggie, itâs eight in the morning. Are you seriously practicing this early in the morning? Come back to bed, babe. Youâre gonna be exhaustedâŠâ Asmodeus murmured, the grand lord rubbing at his eyes.
Alas, the imp did not heed Ozzieâs warning.
âOzzie, I have to be perfect for Mammon. If Iâm not perfect, then Iâll lose! And I donât wanna lose, that just-! Ugh. It just canât happen, okay? I need to be perfect. I need to be better than perfect! I-!â
And that was when Ozzie got on his knees and scooped Fizz off the ground, pulling his beloved into a hug. Despite initially struggling to get out, Fizz soon relaxed and sunk his head into his loverâs chest.
âFizzie~â Ozzie coaxed, using that voice that Fizz liked to hear. Honey rich and sweet, it always comforted Fizzarolli enough to talk about what was bothering him, and it brought Ozzie some peace of mind to be able to know what was distressing his beloved imp partner.
âUgh. Ozz, what if Iâm not good enough this year? What if I donât win?â Fizz asked. Ozzie just chuckled.
âFizz, youâve won for nine times straight. Ten times this year, guaranteed. And you wanna know why you win so much? Cause you got some talent about you. Plus, Mammon says he wants the best, and we all know youâre the best heâs got. And besides, if that fat Christmas tree wants something better, he just isnât gonna find it. Plus he wonât give the others a chance, heâll pull the strings so you win anyway, and Iâll put money on that bullshit.â
âI need to win, Oz! And I need to practice if I want to win. Can you let me go?â Fizz asked, trying to gently pry himself out of Asmodeusâs arms. The King of Lust, however, did not budge a single bit.
âWell, I would on any other day, but I am not having my Fizzie Frog being anxious as fuck. So hereâs what weâre gonna do. Weâre gonna go back to bed, watch a stupid rom-com, and laugh at it, spending time with each other along the way.â
âNice thought. But maybe later, Ozzie.â Fizz murmured. And that was when Asmodeusâs grip tightened slightly.
âI donât think I phrased it as a question, Froggie~â Asmodeus responded, the Lord of Lustâs fingers moving slightly towards Fizzâs stomach. Fizz squirmed a little in Ozzieâs arms, already knowing where this was going.
âOzzie, donât you fucking dare!â Fizz yelped, biting back a smile.
âOh, but I do fucking dare, baby~ give Ozzie that tum-tum, and Iâll tickle those worries right outta ya!â he declared, his fingers finally landing as he snuck them up Fizzarolliâs jester shirt, softly poking and scratching along Fizzâs belly.
Poor Fizzarolli had no chance to resist.
âPffffhahahaha! O-Ozziehehehe!â Fizz giggled, gently squirming side to side in his loverâs arms, trying to gently slap Asmodeusâs tickly fingers off.
âHands to yourself, Froggie. Donât make me get them out of the way~â Asmodeus teased.
Fizz pouted playfully even as he struggled a bit. Rough tickles made him laugh a lot, but these soft and gentle tickles were much worse sometimes if Ozzie was the one tickling Fizz.
ESPECIALLY if Ozzie was the one tickling Fizz.
Ozzie saw the playful pout and he tutted. His Fizzy, pouting at tickles? Oh, that just would not do, no sir.
Asmodeus migrated his gentle scratches down to Fizzarolliâs hips, enjoying the squeaky laughter that slipped out of his belovedâs mouth. âAww, someoneâs squeaky. Squeaky Fizzie.â
âHahahaha!!! A-Asmodeus, it tickles! Q-Quihihit it!â Fizzarolli managed to press out, a dark black blush adorning his cheeks. Asmodeus had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop audibly cooing at how goddamn cute his boyfriend was being.
âNot until you agree to come relax with me, Froggie. Just say that youâre done practicing for the day and these tickles will stop. How âbout that, huh? Seems a fair deal to me.â
âB-But I canât stop!â
âIf you canât stop, then neither do these tickles, Froggie.â Asmodeus cooed, a wicked grin on his face as his fingers slipped up to Fizzâs torso to prove a point, beginning to gently count his belovedâs ribs. âTwo. Four. Six. EightâŠâ
Fizzarolli was lost in snorting laughter as he felt Asmodeusâs fingers lightly working his ribs.
âAhahahaha, hehehehe! N-Not fahahahair, Ozzie! Hahahahaha!â Fizzarolli cackled, the odd snort leaving him. For Luciferâs sake, how could one imp be this cute? Asmodeus felt his heart squeeze in adoration with every snort that came from Fizzarolliâs mouth.
âAll is fair in love and laughter, Froggie.â Asmodeus shot back.
Fizzarolli threw his head back, his jesterâs hat jangling as he did so. Satanâs beard, it tickled so much!
âAah! Ah, ah! Nohohohohahaha! Ozzie, not there! Not there, plehehehease!!â Fizzarolli begged, feeling his loverâs fingers tracing at that one spot at the crook of his neck.
Ozzie only chuckled, not stopping the traces. âIâve not even done anything yet, Fizzie Frog. You canât be that ticklish here, surely?â he asked, though Ozzie knew much, much differently. It was one of his little rituals he did. Before they both went to bed, Ozzie would give a gentle kiss on Fizzâs neck each night. The imp was rather ticklish on his neck though, and the feeling of Fizz slamming his face into Ozzieâs chest, trying to muffle his ticklish giggles never failed to bring a smile to the Sinâs face.
âN-No, Iâm nohohohot!â Fizz lied, immediately going for the defensive move. But Asmodeus was no fool when it came to his beloved partner. Ozzie knew Fizzâs tells, just as Fizzarolli knew his.
âIs that so, Froggie? Funny, I seem to remember that you can barely handle my goodnight kisses on that neck of yours. Like, all I do is thisâŠâ he explains, landing a kiss on Fizzarolliâs neck, right into the crook of his neck with an overexaggerated âMWAH!â noise, grinning wickedly. ââŠAnd you just fall about laughing!â
Fizz, as expected, burst into hysterical giggles as he kicked his robotic legs every which way, trying desperately to not kick his beloved in the face.
âO-Ozzie! Stop it, hahaha! Stop it, that tickles, Ozzie!â Fizz cried out, a wide smile betraying his true feelings.
Then Asmodeus decided to get a little bit mean. He gently held Fizz against his chest and nuzzled the crook of his imp partnerâs neck⊠before blowing a soft raspberry into the crook. Fizz absolutely squealed.
âEEEEEEEEK! HAHAHA, AAAH HAHAHA! SHIT, HAHA! OKAY, OZZIE, OKAY!â the ticklish little imp shrieked, going limp in Asmodeusâs arms. And that was when Ozzie knew heâd had enough.
âThought as much, babe.â Asmodeus smirked, finally switching the mood from playful to cuddly as he stopped the tickles, his fingers softly scratching the top of Fizzarolliâs head. The imp melted under his touch as Ozzie walked back to their shared bedroom, the doors closing behind them.
Asmodeus settled Fizz under the covers with him. And soon the pair drifted off, smiles on both of their faces as the sounds of that dumb rom-com in question, Pretty Woman, played in the background forgotten by them both.
Finito! Hope you enjoyed this one :)
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Mine is... moderately accurate? đ€·đŒââïž some of these things aren't true at all, but still a fun quiz and cute art style!
@adamarks i've never heard of this one but i literally loved it sm djfhgfdjh
..... why was this so accurate hhhdgfdhfgdhsdsj. BARKS? they dogkinned me đ©
i would love to tag @kanene-yaaay , @bobo-the-part-time-clown , and @soda-pop-kandy-krush !!!
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More lee!Vox art I'm begging đđđ also keep up the amazing work!!!
Thank you so much đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș I hope you like this too
Iâm so proud of the expression here, I had the scene from Stayed Gone where he hugs Valentino and Valvette as a reference and I have to say, that expression is amazing. And I think this drawing is much better than the one I made yesterday. But you tell me.
And just as a little bonusâŠ
«I- ihiâm nohot.»
«Oh really? You are being very loud for someone whoâs not supposed to be-»
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Iâm not dead. Iâm procrastinating writing by drawing. Soooo even more ticklish Vox for you all đ
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Lil sketchy sketch of my silly lil kids đ„șđđ
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Day 9: Lie
Tickletober 2023 - Critical Role - C2 Mighty Nein - lee!Caleb
[see my other tickletober 2023 fics]
A/N: Calebâs not ticklish. Probably. Definitely. For sure.
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Winding Caleb up was quickly climbing to the top of the list of Mollymauk Tealeafâs favorite pastimes.Â
He enjoyed every eye roll, every quiet sigh, every blush, every sharp retort, every stuttered reply, though he wasnât a fan of the times Caleb would get so embarrassed heâd just⊠disappear out into the night! Luckily, Nott was never far behind to reel him back later - but there were more than a few occasions where soft, kind, genuine moments lead to Caleb spinning on his heels and stomping out the door, unsure of what to do with himself or those feelings.Â
Molly wondered, many of those times, what might have happened if Caleb stayed.
Later, at the inn, the Nein had just settled into their rooms when Molly found Caleb in the hall and backed him against a wall to have a talk with him more intimately than necessary. Molly charmed him with an arm stretched out over Calebâs shoulder, boxing him in with a hand against the wall. âLook, I know you get a little embarrassed when we- like now- I just mean, donât go running away on us tonight, I am rather fond of you sticking around this evening.â (Every evening.) His eyes flicked up and down Caleb, drinking him in. âDrinks, on me. Let's get to know each other better.â
Caleb swallowed. âJa, okay, I- um.âÂ
Mollyâs spine tingled with excitement, tracking the bob of Calebâs throat.
âIf I need to, Iâve heard tale that I can be rather convincing.â Molly leaned in closer, enjoying the color on Calebâs cheeks. He reached forward with his other hand, grasping the dirty wizardâs coat between his thumb and finger, and rolled the material in his fingers softly. He made to give Caleb a little push - well, a pull, rather - in grasping him around the waist to peel him from his place frozen like a hare against the wall and lead him down into the tavern.Â
When Mollyâs hand made contact with Calebâs side, however, the wizard flinched away violently.
âOh?âÂ
Molly reached forward, grasping at his side for something ticklish, sensitive. Caleb startled back with such a force that he hit his head against the wall. He blinked.Â
Molly reached up to soothe the back of his head. âTicklish, are we?â He grinned, certain that he looked positively evil as he caught Calebâs eye.
âNo- no. Iâm- Iâm not!â Caleb stuttered, his face red and eyes wide.Â
âOh,â He chuckles, âI donât believe you.âÂ
Just then, Beau came out of her room to head downstairs. âHey, we grabbinâ some drinks or what? Letâs go!âÂ
Molly turned to answer her, and it was just distracting enough for Caleb to slink away, back to his own room. Molly turned, squinted disapprovingly toward the wizardâs closed door, and followed Beau downstairs.
Calebâs heart was pounding in his chest as he sat on his bed. He focused on banishing the warm blush from his cheeks and pointedly did his best to not think about Mollymauk. Or about being backed against a wall with cunning mischief and thrilled smirks. Or about how much Mollyâs hand on his side had startled him. Or about how he couldnât actually remember the last time heâd really been tickled. Heâd go down after a while, share in a round or two of drinks. He would sit far across the table from Mollymauk and⊠And not walk close to any walls.Â
It was less than an hour later when Caleb made his way down to join the rest of their party for a celebratory drink. He tried to shuffle in unnoticed next to Nott, but Mollyâs eyes tracked him from the moment he walked in the room. He made it to the table unscathed, despite feeling rather hunted, and even felt a little warmer as the group received him happily, pouring him an ale. He put a few seats between himself and Molly, and settled into the newly familiar comfort of companionship.
Mollymauk tried to catch Calebâs eyes a few times throughout the evening. He waved at him at one point, wiggling his fingers as he briefly caught his attention. He enjoyed the light dusting of pink on Caleb, nearly hidden in the low light.
The night wound down - or for some, up - an hour or so later. Nott and Beau excitedly bought shots of hard liquor for a few of them at the table just as Caleb excused himself and made his way back upstairs. It was still early. He was the first of them to go to bed; he could probably get some reading in before Nott came to the room. He entered his room and reached back to let the door close.Â
He didnât hear it click into place, and turned to look over his shoulder.
âIt was rather foolish- lying to me like that earlier.â Mollymauk scolded as he finished slinking into the room. Caleb jumped as Molly closed the door behind them. âEspecially about something so easy to test.âÂ
Caleb spun wildly all the way around, staring at the unexpected tiefling in his room. âMollymauk-â
âIâll give you a chance to change your tune, fess up.â Molly offered graciously with an evil smile. âAnd maybe Iâll go easy on you.â
âW-What?â Caleb choked out, voice a much higher octave than normal.
âI thought I was rather kind earlier, asking you nicely to stay and talk and drink and enjoy the camaraderie with us.â Molly tsked. âAnd rather clear that I- that we wanted you to.â He sighed, then let out a bit of a laugh and continued in a teasing voice. âBut you are a stubborn one, arenât you Widogast?â
Caleb blinked at him, holding his breath.
âI guess youâll need that convincing I mentioned.â
âMollyâŠâ Caleb took a step back, and the tiefling laughed.
âI have a brilliant idea as to how, too. Like I said, I can be rather convincing.â
âI donât know what you-â Molly wiggled his fingers. âAh, nein, wait-â
âSo, first, Iâm gonna find out if youâre ticklish.â He caught Calebâs eye, smirked. âAnd see if you lied to me earlier.âÂ
âWait- you, you donât need to-â
âAnd then, weâre going to go back downstairs, and have another drink.â Mollymauk finished. âOr I am going to tell everyone else just how ticklish you turn out to be. Sound good?â
âM-Mollymauk-â Caleb stumbled over his name just as his mind tumbled over Mollyâs words. He continued backing up slowly until he hit the bed, eyes wide and trained on Molly.
It was almost a mercy when Molly finally pounced, tackling him gently to the bed. His claws poked and wiggled against the sides of his shirt. Caleb sucked in a breath.
It came out as a half-snort-half-laugh when Molly squeezed him low on his hips. âHa- wait, wait no-â
âLooks like someoneâs a liar.â Mollymauk taunted in a sing-song voice, scribbling up his sides. Caleb flailed weakly on the mattress, trying to fight off the bubbling laughter starting to leak from his throat. âA very ticklish liar.â Molly enjoyed the shades of red he was getting Calebâs face to tonight.Â
Caleb gasped, trying to cover his face, flail to freedom, and catch Mollyâs hands all at the same time - unsuccessful in each endeavor.
âLet me know when youâre ready to go back downstairs, hm?â Molly reminded him before diving in to squeeze a path up his sides and along his ribcage.
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When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudosâ or comments on my own fanfic I just-
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sfw tickle community, where are you at?Â
reblog if you have a sfw tickle blog
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A Toy Smile (ATLA)
(lee!zuko , ler!sokka and ler!aang)
A/N : AAAHHH!!!! fixating hard yâall. it's impossible for me to be normal about anything ever. this one's got more story than the last one but i hope u enjoy anyway lolll
Summary : a day off at the abandoned vacation home and zuko has a lot to think about. though, itâs kinda hard to think about your place in the world when your friends are being annoying (and u still love them for that)
Word Count : 5106
hope u enjoy!!
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Being back at his familyâs old beach house was remarkably strange. Zuko kept getting flashes of bittersweet nostalgia, images of his mother building castles out of sand with him, just for Azula to knock them all down. Running through the halls in shrieks of laughter, getting chased by the tickle monster (his mother always had the perfect balance between her calm and nurturing nature, and her more silly and playful side. Feeling okay with play was something that ended almost immediately after she left his life), always before being interrupted by a stark glare from his father.
Zukoâs father was usually absent in these beach house memories, but thatâs because even when he was there during their vacations (which honestly wasnât often, he was usually off tending to the business of being an up-and-coming Firelord), he always stood with a glare that Zuko could still see in his head clear as day. Looking back on it, he was glad that Ozai was usually preoccupied during those old vacations so he at least has a few good memories left of this place.
Zuko pondered on it alone in the house.
The rest of the group were off at the beach, doing their own things. If he had to guess, Toph was probably practicing her sandbending right now. Maybe sheâs teaching Aang, or maybe Aang was practicing some moves Zuko taught him earlier in the week. Zuko felt weirdly proud at the idea. He imagined Katara was probably soaking in the ocean, bending and feeling one with the water. And SokkaâŠAgni knows what Sokkaâs up to right now. Maybe heâs fishing.Â
All he knows is that theyâre probably keeping themselves preoccupied right now, taking the day off to do whatever they pleased. The group needed to keep their minds sharp, but not overworked.Â
Zuko could sort of relate to that, trying to keep occupied. It was at a much lower scale, sure, but when he wasnât training Aang, he took to wandering the grounds of this place that felt distantly familiar to him.Â
Zuko still feels a little uncomfortable with the thought of hanging near everyone during an off day like this. He knows they donât hate him anymore, but guilt and shame have become chronic pains he hasnât learned to aid yet. Heâs happy to help them, but hanging out on a casual level is something heâs still getting used to.
As he walked through the abandoned home, he couldnât help but gaze at old photos, taking some out of the frame to burn in his hand. For some reason, watching the memory physically char and fall to ashes from his fire felt like a medicinal release in his system. He sat on beds that had been dressed by old maids years ago, untouched for so long and yet the sheets still had a smell that burned into his sinuses like a forgotten memory.Â
It was so quiet in the house. Every footstep seemed to echo. It was dark, too. Each flame he set gave light to the entire room and the hall with it. It felt right that this place had been abandoned for so long. Justified. It deserved to lay dormant with the rest of any happy memories his childhood had to offer. That part of his life was laid to rest some time ago, but revisiting it lit something in him he hadnât expected.
When he suggested they settle here for a while, Zuko hadnât thought too hard on what it would be like to revisit this place. It was obvious this house, these grounds, the beach itself, would bring back memories he used to try hard not to think about. That was only logical.
What Zuko hadnât anticipated was the way it would make him feel about the new people heâs surrounded himself with. The last time he was on a beach with people he thought were his friend group, it was a disaster. Fights and arguments, insecurities thrown around like weapons of war. That used to be normal to him. That was just what a vacation was.
But everyone here was having a good time. Yes, stress was definitely high and in the air, everyone was still keeping their guard up for what they knew was to come after they left. But that didnât mean good times came to an end altogether. Zuko saw how they still played and teased each other, telling stories at dinner and laughing when they trained. Stress was high, but spirits mightâve been even higher.
Walking through this empty house, he realized thatâs what this place was actually for. It wasnât just a house you stayed in away from your home. It was a place built for bringing people closer together.
And here he was standing in it, alone in the dark.
Zuko sighed, dragging a hand down his face. He knew he should probably go out there. They trusted him now, what was he waiting on? Heâs allowedâŠfun. That sounds so gross. But it also sounds like something Uncle would be telling him right now. If Zuko was any good at impressions, heâd give himself a famous Iroh Special about the balance of work and life, the importance of close friends in times like these. But Zuko sorta sucks at impressions, so heâll just have to imagine how good some advice like that would sound and suck it up.
He should probably go join them on the beach now. Ugh.Â
As Zuko walked out of the dimly lit house, the sun felt really good on his skin, warm and filling for his soul. He took a deep breath, in and out, as he made his way toward the beach. The sounds of splashing water and shrieking laughter filled his ears as he got closer, his bare feet now warming in the sand.
âZukoâs back,â he heard Toph announce from her self-made throne of sand, a little umbrella over the top for shade and flavor.Â
Zuko made his way next to Toph, watching the other three play in the ocean. Sokka had Aang in some kind of hold with his arms behind his back, while Katara stood in front, doing something with the water that seemed to have Aang in stitches. Zuko was utterly confused.
âWhat are they doing?â he puzzled, sitting down criss-crossed next to Toph.
âWhy, do you want in?â Toph teased with a grin, making Zuko blush and nearly start defending himself (for what, he wasnât sure) before she interrupted his clear stammering, âKatara figured out how to tickle with her water. She can be a little ruthless sometimes, and I really like that side of her.â
Zuko just nodded, really not sure what to say right now. He felt so awkward, maybe this was a bad idea after all. Heâd be better off alone back in the house, it was probably good for him to think about his past the way he was before. Maybe he should just turn back, Toph will notice but none of the others have even acknowledged he came back yet so itâs not likeâ
âHey!â Sokka called out, âMy arms are getting tired! One of you come hold him for me!â
âNohoho! Just lemme gohoho!â Aang cackled, kicking the water but not doing anything to actually stop them.Â
Zuko sighed, regretting saying anything before the words even left his mouth. âAang, just bend the water!â he yelled their way, âDid you forget youâre the Avatar?!â
Aang just kept laughing for a moment like he hadnât heard a thing, and Zuko nearly smiled at the boyâs blatant silliness. But in a blink, Katara was suddenly lifted and thrown about ten feet away by a small but powerful wave, Sokka getting launched not long after in the opposite direction.Â
Aang shot a thumbs up Zukoâs way, so Zuko gave him a quick nod back. Real smooth.Â
âWooo, thatâs right Twinkle Toes! Show âem whoâs boss!â Toph cheered like she was watching a wrestling match, throwing an excited punch to Zukoâs shoulder. He winced and shot a hand up to comfort the ache, but otherwise said nothing about it.
He watched as Aang launched a tickle attack of his own against the siblings, Katara squealing and using her own water to try and counter or block any of the water she could. Sokka threw his head back in loud laughter, having no way to defend himself and pretty much succumbing to his fate, screaming with his head above water.
Zuko felt weird just spectating like this, so he started fidgeting with the sand in front of him. He thought for a moment on building a castle like he had with his mother so many years ago, but that was so far from who he was now that he chose to keep it to himself. That can just stay a happy memory for the time being.
He looked up to Toph, who seemed content on bending miscellaneous sand shapes in her hand while she listened to them play.
âWhy arenât you out there with them?â he couldnât help but ask. Zuko didnât feel as weird around Toph as he did the others. He still felt awkward at times, but not weird. She was the first person here to really trust him, vouch for him even. She was strong and resilient and damn was she stubborn. Zuko really liked that about her, and even though she loved to tease, he felt comfortable having a conversation with her. That was just who she was.
âEh, waterâs not really my thing. I canât see jack when Iâm in the water. Well, I kind of can, if my feet are still touching the ground. But itâs sorta foggy that way and it freaks me out. I like knowing where I am, and in there I just feel all over the place,â she cringed, forming a little sand sea lion in her palm. âWhy arenât you in there with them? Is it a firebender thing to hate the water?â
Of course sheâd turn the question onto him, why didnât he think of that? Ugh, this was not something he felt like getting into right now. âYeah, sure. Something like that.â
âYou are such a bad liar,â she chuckled, chucking her sea lion at his head playfully. He grunted at the impact and dusted the sand from his hair while she grabbed another chunk to fidget with. âI donât even need my feet to figure that out.â
Zuko sighed, bringing his knees to his chest to lay his arms down and make a makeshift headrest. âI donât know how to justâŠplay, like that. Thatâs not natural for me, it would just be weird. Itâs better if I just stay up here,â he said, suddenly feeling very weirdly insecure and unsure of his words, âIf, like, yâknowâif thatâs okay with you.â
She laughed openly at his hesitance. âSparky, it would mean the world. I like your company! Youâre funny to talk to,â she said, and her choice of words made him squint.
ââFunny to talk to?ââ Zuko questioned.
âYeah, youâre always so uptight. And awkward. Itâs really funny,â she chuckled, making him deflate a little. He knew she probably meant the best by it, but her bluntness will always take a little blow to his already fragile ego.
âIs that really the only reason you talk to me?â Zuko huffed, not even looking for an answer if not to just air out his insecurities a little.Â
âNo, you dingbat. Youâre really different from the others, itâs a nice change of pace. Youâre stiff, and your heart rate might be faster than anyone I've ever met which can get pretty annoying. But youâre very real, and I like that in a person. If you have something you need to say, then you say it,â she paused. âWell, most of the time.â
Zuko sat in that for a moment. Heâs pretty sure she wasâŠcomplimenting him? Maybe? Itâs hard to tell with Toph, itâs rare she ever gets sweet with her words. But heâs pretty sure that whatever she meant by that, it was supposed to be a good thing. So heâll take it.
âThanksâŠI think.â
âI know itâs hard butâŠthey can be fun if you try,â she shrugged, forming a little sand-Zuko in her palm and handing it to him. He took it gently, worried it would crumble in his hand. But it didnât. It stayed sturdy and solid, like a real doll. Zuko turned it in his hand, getting a good look at his mini-me.
âHow do youâŠâ
âKnow what you look like?â she finished for him. âThe others described you to me a while back. Itâs probably not perfect, butââ
âNo, no. ItâsâŠâ Zuko stared at the thing in his hand. It was small, pretty much the size of his palm. His scar was there, but thatâs not what he was looking at. Zuko couldnât stop looking at the smile on its face. On his face. How natural and meant to be there it looked. âItâs really good. You captured my essence,â he remarked playfully, sliding the doll into his pocket. âThanks.â
âDonât mention it, Sparky,â she smiled. âSeriously. Donât.â Zuko couldnât help but chuckle at that, looking up to see Sokka dragging himself out of the water towards them.
âTeaching Aang waterbending was a mistake,â Sokka groaned, leaving puddles of water in his wake as he plopped in the sand next to Zuko. Zuko flinched, some water from Sokkaâs clothes splashing on him when he sat down with so much force.
âWatch it, youâre getting water all over me,â Zuko complained, wiping droplets from his face with the back of his hand.
âOh Iâm sorry, were you the one that just got nearly tickled to death by the ocean?! No, I didnât think so!â Sokka exclaimed, every big movement he made just splashing more water on a frowning Zuko. âI couldâve drowned!â
âWell that wasnât my fault, so keep the water to yourself,â Zuko rolled his eyes at Sokkaâs dramatics.Â
âYouâre such a baby, Sokka,â Toph chuckled. âAang took it like a champ. You donât hear him complaining about a couple of tickles,â Toph cooed in a mocking baby voice, making Sokka squint in contempt.Â
Sokka pointed a finger toward Toph over Zuko, âI donât wanna hear it from you. You donât get attacked like I do!â
âYeah, cause I set boundaries,â Toph grinned, tossing a foot over her knee. âYou guys donât tickle me cause you know if you even try it youâll never have use of your fingers again.â
Zukoâs brow shot up at that, and he nearly smiled, but made no comment.
Sokka had no smart comeback to give, instead bringing his hand back in to cross his arms over his chest, pouting. They sat in silence for a moment before it seemed like a light went off over Sokkaâs head, the boy perking up quickly and whipping his head towardâ
âZuko,â Sokka started with a grin. âYou should help me get back at Aang.â
Zukoâs brow really shot up at that, âWhat?!â
âYeah, heâd never expect it from you!â Sokka said, his smile wide and excited.Â
Zuko stared incredulously, âDid that water hit you over the head or something? I am not doing that,â he scoffed, refusing to look at Sokka right now. He is so stupid, what makes him think Zuko would ever do something so childish?Â
âOh câmooon, you said you were here to help us, right? WellâŠthis would be helping me,â Sokka smiled a toothy grin, really hoping to win him over.
âJust ask Toph, donât involve me in this. Iâm sure she can do someâŠearthbendy thing and help way better than I could,â Zuko said, looking toward Toph for help.
Toph shook her head, âNope. This is all you, Sparky,â Zuko could see her smile beneath the shade. He growled in frustration, peeking over toward Sokka.
âYou can do it yourself then. Figure it out,â Zuko said, staring back off into the ocean. Aang and Katara were bending and splashing water at each other, their laughs and happy voices blending with the sounds of the ocean waves pushing and pulling against itself.
Sokka grumbled, falling onto his back in the sand. âWas just trying to see if you wanted to have some fun before we get serious again tomorrow,â he mumbled, picking at the sand with his fingers.Â
Zuko tried to ignore him, but felt a poke to his shoulder on his left. He looked to Toph and saw her just staring at him with this look, like she was disappointed. Or, maybe not disappointed. More like she was saying with her eyes, âDidnât we just have a heart-to-heart about this two seconds ago?â He felt the doll in his pocket jab into his thigh.Â
Zuko pinched the bridge of his nose like he often did when utterly frustrated. âIf I help you, you have to do something for me in return.â
Sokka shot up, his eyes wide like he couldnât believe what he was hearing. âYeah! Anything!â he paused, âOr, I mean, almost anything.â
Zuko clicked his tongue, he cannot believe he is doing this. âThereâs some spices left over in the kitchen cabinet. They havenât gone bad, I checked,â he peeked over to Sokka. âFor dinner tonight, we are using those spices. No offense, but Iâm tired of eating bland stew every night. If you grab those from the houseâŠâ he sighed, saying the words like they crawled from the pit of his stomach, âI will help you get back at Aang.â
âSay no more!â Sokka shot up from the sand and strut toward the house with his head held high. He was obviously very proud of himself for convincing Zuko to do something silly for once, and honestly, Zuko couldnât blame him. He was surprised himself.
Toph dropped her throne back to the ground, the force of it shaking the ground under them as she stuck her toes in the sand. âYou really gonna do it, Sparky?â
Zuko dropped his face into his hands. âI think I just dug myself into a hole.â
That made Toph cackle, and Zuko couldnât help smiling into his palms.
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The fish stew Katara was cooking smelled amazing. Zuko had forgotten just how much he missed the smell of real, seasoned food until he found those spices in the cabinet earlier today. At least he was getting something good out of this mess heâs got himself into.
In the living room of the beach house, Toph was proudly showing off all the sand dolls she made today. It was mainly weird shapes or animals she was familiar with, but everyone got a kick out of it.
âOh, oh, can you do me?!â Aang practically bounced on his heels, clutching the Appa doll to his chest.Â
âRemind me when we go back to the beach, Twinkletoes,â Toph smiled, tossing a solid ball of sand to the ceiling, up, then down. âI made Sparky one, since he didnât abandon me on the beach like some people.â
Aang deflated in guilt, âI thought you said you didnât careâŠâ
âI didnât care, Iâm just messing with you,â she grinned, throwing the ball at a quiet Zukoâs head.Â
âOw! Hey, watch itâ!â
âShow âem your doll, Sparks!â Toph said, the ball launching itself back into her palm. Zuko frowned, feeling weirdly embarrassed by it. He just sat there for a second with everyone staring at him, waiting.
âI thought you said not to mention it?âÂ
âWell if Aangâs making commissions, he should probably see what heâs buying,â Toph said, clearly just proud the others were liking her art so much.
A little shy, Zuko reached into his pocket and pulled out the doll, holding it up for everyone to see. Aang immediately rushed over, not taking it from his hand but still looking at it really close.
âWoah, little Sifu Hotman! Toph, this is so cool!â Aang poked at the dollâs face, âAww, she even made him smile!â
Katara barked a laugh from the kitchen close by, âReally taking some artistic liberties with that one, Toph.â
Everyone snickered at that, and Zuko couldnât help but frown (unfortunately proving their case). âI can smile,â he said, shoving the doll back in his pocket. âMaybe I just donât find you guys that funny.â
Sokka gasped, âWhat, do we not amuse you enough, Your Highness?â He said in a mockingly fancy tone.
Zuko knows heâs just teasing, but Sokka can really be annoying sometimes.Â
âThatâs not it,â Zuko glared. âI donât know, maybe we just have different senses of humor. But I can smile.â
He saw Aang glance over his shoulder to Sokka, who was lying comfortably on a pile of pillows. There was a weird, silent exchange happening between them that Zuko couldnât pinpoint, but he was smart enough to know something was up.Â
Sokka sat up and looked at Zuko, trying a little too hard to look casual. âSoâŠwhat does make you smile, then?â
Zuko raised a brow. Kind of a loaded question, if you ask him. âI mean, I donât know. Thatâs sorta vague.â
âOn purpose,â Sokka corrected. âI can think of a ton of things that make me smile off the top of my head. Like, uhâŠshopping!â
âCartwheels,â Aang butt in.
âSea prunes!â Katara called from the kitchen.
âFeeling the enemy crumble to the ground,â Toph said, way too casually.
Zuko felt a little cornered. This was hard for him, okay? Thinking of something like this off the top of his head was difficult when heâs spent the last three years with a resting frowny face. âUmâŠâ he started, really digging into his brain for an answer. âMyâŠUncle was really good at telling jokes? They got annoying sometimes, but some of them made me laugh. If that counts.â
Aang really smiled at that, moving to sit next to Zuko on the ground. âThat definitely counts,â he said, before shooting another look toward Sokka. HmâŠ
Sokka got up and sat next to Zuko on his other side, throwing an arm over his shoulder way too casually, âI think thatâs a wonderful answer. But thereâs just one problemâŠâ
Zuko shot him a confused side-eye, almost shrinking away from Sokkaâs touch. âUh, okay?â
âI donât think weâve ever made you smile,â said Sokka, giving a small jostle to Zukoâs shoulder.
Toph snorted across the room, getting everyoneâs attention. âYou can be real smart sometimes, Sparky. I donât know how you havenât figured out what theyâre up to.â
Zuko shook Sokkaâs arm off his shoulder with a furrowed brow, âWhat are you talking about?â
She grinned, feeling through the floor how both Aang and Sokka were slowly inching closer to Zuko on either side. âI think theyâre gonna tickle you.â
Without a second more to think about escaping, Sokka shoved his hands under Zukoâs arms, followed by Aang throwing himself over Zukoâs lap to wrap his waist in a ticklish hug.Â
Zuko shrieked, the sensation throwing him off guard so hard he nearly toppled over onto the ground. He would have toppled over, if Aang didnât have such a strong grip on his waist, not to mention those fingers digging into his sides with a terrible, gentle accuracy. He was a cackling, giggling mess immediately.
âNohoho-! Wahahait! Waitwaitwaitwaitwahahait-!â Zuko cackled, his eyes scrunched up and his smile wider than it had been in some time. He had forgotten just how ticklish he was until those fingers wouldnât leave him alone, the digging into his armpits and the scribbling at his sides, it was all soâŠugh, it was so ticklish.
âTried to warn you!â Toph smiled, hearing Katara enter the room to watch while the stew finished cooking.
âWoowww, didnât know you guys had it in you,â Katara remarked as she leaned against the door frame, watching with a grin. She pointed at the scuffle with her spoon, âI really expected you two to wuss out!â
Aang scoffed with a grin, having to use a lot of his strength to hold the very squirmy Zuko in his arms. âHeâs not scary anymore, Katara. I mean, just watch this,â he said, before pinching at Zukoâs hips and making the boy squeal.
âGuhuhuys! Ahahaâwahahait! Hold ohohon!â Zuko twisted in his laughter, his arms sealed at his sides to no avail. If Sokka didnât get his stupid fingers out of his armpits right now he was pretty sure he was gonna keel over and die any second now. From laughter or embarrassment, he wasnât really sure which.
âWait, wuss out?â Toph questioned. âDid you guys plan this?âÂ
Sokka snickered, switching to just using one finger under each arm at a time, and somehow that was even worse. âYeeeeah, I mightâve pulled a fast one at the beach. Sorry buddy!â he said, before, âWell, not too sorry. This is pretty funny.â
Zukoâs face felt so hot he was almost worried it was gonna catch on fire. Quite literally. âIâm gonna kihihill you twohohoo!â he cackled, finally gathering enough strength to push Aang off him, kicking his feet to make sure Aang kept his distance. But Sokka was unrelenting. âSokka! Cuhut it out!â
âOhhhh fine,â Sokka pulled his hands out, bringing one up to scruff Zukoâs hair for good measure. âBefore you get mad, we only did it cause you looked a little left out on the beach today.â
Zuko wished so badly that Toph would let the floor swallow him up whole right now. âSo your solution was toâdo that!?â
âWell, yeah,â Aang smiled a little shyly, âIt looked like you felt left out when we were playing earlier. I donât know, maybe Iâm wrongâŠsorry if that was too much.â
Katara had slipped back to the kitchen for just a moment during their conversation, coming back now with a tray of bowls. She handed Zuko his bowl first, which he took while still glaring at Sokka and Aang. (Well, mainly Sokka. He could tell Aang felt bad, and Zukoâs not like, actually mad. Just so utterly embarrassed and shy that he doesnât know how to express himself right now.)Â
Katara gave him a sympathetic smile. âThey really like you. They just donât know how toâŠexpress it with you, sometimes.â
âDonât put this on me, it was Aangâs idea!â Sokka looked a little embarrassed himself, like heâd been caught saying something he didnât want Zuko to hear. He took his bowl from Katara but wouldnât look her in the eye.
Aang took what Katara said with stride. She always had a way of putting exactly how he felt into words. âYeah, it was my idea. Youâre really cool, Sifu Hotman! But, I donât knowâŠI never wanna make you mad, but I still want you to feel included, yknow?â
With a mouthful of stew, Sokka chimed in, âWhaâ he said.â
Zuko wasnât sure what to say right now. He still felt warm up his neck, and all the eyes on him right now weren't helping. ButâŠhe also felt really appreciated? These people certainly had a weird way of showing their affection, but they were trying. For him.
Ugh. Theyâre so sweet itâs almost sickening.
âWe wonât ever do it again. JustâŠknow we meant well,â Aang gave a sad little smile before taking a bite of his stew. Well now Zuko had to say something.
âNo, itâs okay,â he stared into his bowl. âAffection, and I guess play, areâŠsorta new to me. I donât hate it. I donâtâŠmind,â Zuko cringed at his own phrasing. Telling them that he actually sorta kinda had a little bit of fun just now felt impossible. He sighed, âWhat Iâm saying is, I wonât get mad if you ever do it again. I know youâre not being mean. And it doesnât bother me. So. YâknowâŠyeah.â
Sokka squinted toward Zuko over his spoon. âSo, you didnât hate itâŠâ he shot a grin, â...which, in Zuko Speak, means you had fun right?â
Zuko sincerely wanted to singe the brows right off Sokka's face. Because, unfortunately, he was right. Zuko bit the inside of his cheek, âIf I say yes will you drop it?â
âActually, if you say yes youâre just giving me permission to turn that frown upside-down whenever I want,â Sokka wiggled his eyebrows, making Aang laugh beside him.
Zuko could only roll his eyes and take another spoonful in response, which they all knew in Zuko Speak was a definite yes.
âAhem,â Toph turned the attention back toward her from across the room. âNow that thatâs over, can we please go back to talking about how awesome my new sandbending tricks are? Iâll be generous and take free commissions for the next five minutes, but after that you suckers are gonna have to start paying up.â
Aang shot his hand up immediately, âI call a tiny hat for Momo!â
âOk, but how about a tiny sword for Momo?â said Sokka.
Katara giggled, âWe could give him little sand boots.â
Toph hummed with a nod, drawing up plans in her head before pointing toward Zuko. âSparky? Any suggestions?â
Zuko looked around the room, everyoneâs eyes on him once again. It wasnât a bad feeling, though. They liked hearing what he had to say, even if it was just for a silly game. Zuko was allowed in on the conversation; actually, more than allowed. Encouraged.
âUmâŠhe could use some sand shades. Really bright outside, yâknow.âÂ
There was a small beat of silence, and for a second Zuko almost regretted joining in, before everyone burst into giggles.
âMomoâs gotta be beach ready!â Aang laughed, poking the lemur in the belly. âToph, he needs sandals. He needs them!â
Zuko couldnât help but smile along as they kept throwing insane suggestions Tophâs way, his cheeks almost hurting by the end of it. Every once in a while, heâd catch himself glancing around the room, taking in how different it looks full of good company. It was somehow brighter, obviously louder, and the air didnât feel as tight. Even when they circled back to Zukoâs newfound ticklishness later in the conversation, he felt comfortable to tease back about how weak they all were against the spices he had Katara throw in their stew.
Sokkaâs threat of future tickles his way kept creeping its way to the forefront of his mind every once and a while. And he wasnâtâŠnot excited about it. Itâs not the tickling heâs looking forward to, exactly. Although, every time he pictures that future attack, he feels the ghost of fingers digging into him again and feels a weird smile pulling at his lips. Zuko puts it back to normal immediately when he catches himself, but it was there, and he knows that. But no, no itâs definitely not the tickling. Itâs not just the tickling.Â
Zukoâs glad theyâre not scared of him. They arenât scared to touch him the way they do the others. Itâs different for him, and he knows heâll have to get used to all this newfound affection. But thatâs something heâs willing (happy) to do.
When the night was finished and he found himself in that old familiar smelling bed, Zuko pulled the doll out of his pocket. He traced its details with his thumb under the light of fire he lit in his other palm. Sand took another shape with his friendâs help, and made him smile.
At that moment he decided, thatâs what heâll do with this house. It doesnât have to feel so dark and alone. Zuko can reshape it.Â
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pls consider reblogging if u enjoyed!! love yall, smooches
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Twinning
Pandaâs Notes: Started this one in August last year. Could be wishful thinking, but I hope the boys get along when it's all over. Hope you guys like it. >w<
[Ao3]Â || [Commissions] || [Ko-fi]
Miles Morales was down in the garage hidden below his uncleâs apartment. He nodded along to the beat coming through his headphones, humming the tune as he dismantled a motorcycle that heâd swiped after a fight with some cartel goons. If he took it apart fast enough, he wouldnât have to tell his uncle how heâd gotten it back to base. Heâd drained the gas and oil already, and heâd trashed most of the outer casingsâIf he wanted decorative junk, he could hit the body shop wheneverânow, he was ripping the engine apart, switching between the wrenches and screwdrivers laid out beside him by just the feel of the handles.
He might have ignored his phone buzzing the first time. If it didnât ring, it wasnât his mom, and it wasnât a worry. When it buzzed a fourth time within 20 minutes, he realized something was probably happening. He sucked his teeth as he wiped his hands down; the bike wasnât exactly ripped up enough to say heâd gotten it from the scrapyard, but it would have to do if someone was looking for him. He tossed the towel aside and picked up his phone, tapping in his code and glancing the newest notificationsâWhat the hellâŠ?
Aaron: [Ayo, come get your cousin]
Aaron: [He gettin on my last nerve]
Me: [my wat]
His uncle didnât respond. At least, he didnât respond fast enough for the new rush of confusion that was filling Milesâ head. He grabbed his jacket and took the stairs two at a time. He was joking; he had to be. Right? Seriously⊠But, even then, who the hell would it be dropping in without giving Aaron time toâŠwarn⊠himâŠ?
HmâŠ
When he got up to the apartment, he might have slipped into Prowler mode without meaning to. Time slowed to a crawl, and all of the world became that one instant as he took in every altered piece of the room he could: There were two pizza boxes and a box of soda cans on the table beside the window. He didnât recognize the brands on either of them. The punching bag was hoisted higher off the floor than he remembered, and the record player was spinning another old R&B track.
âTio?â He called, slowly stepping forward. âUncle Aaron!â
âYeah, man?â His gaze whipped to the couch, and Aaron was justâŠthere. He sat on the couch, using a game controller to beckon Miles closer as he sipped from a cup. âYou good?â
Miles pouted, and his uncle smirked slightly; Aaron knew it would take nothing short of a bomb going off to pull him away from whatever thing he was tinkering with if he was in the garage. It wouldnât be the first time a metaphorical one was used, but he hadnât thought Aaron would lie to him like this.
âMâfine.â Miles insisted with a huff, reaching to close the door. âThe hell was that text though? Just because Iâm busy doesnât mean you have tââ
The second the door clicked shut, Miles thought he heard a step behind him. Before he could spin around, he was bear-hugged from behind and lifted up. His legs flailed as he shouted, and he tried to swing his head back against whoever held him.
âHappy to see you too, tough guy.â Miles recognized that voice, and all the panic transformed into that funny emotion smack between relief and incomparable rage.
Of course it was him.
He heaved a sigh before muttering several strings of Spanish curses under his breath, and Aaron laughed a bit as he looked back at them.
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âSo, this is my cousin now?â Milesâum, Earth-42 Miles? Uh, 42? Sureâ42 asked in a huff once all three of them were on the couch with pizza on paper plates and colored cups filled with ice and soda.
Milesâ1610 Miles. Yes, it was his turn with his own nameâsmirked around a bite of pizza and reached behind their uncleâs head to push him lightly. âPicking up a lot of attitude toward the guy who brought you free lunch.â
42 slapped his hand away, hiding the little grin on his face with his cup. âNobody invited your sneaky ass to crawl all over our ceiling.â
âUh, my ceiling? Thank you.â Aaron interjected, reaching back to smack both of their arms from behind his head. âAnd you left your little communicator up here when you went down to work. I told him he could drop in.â
âUgggh, why?â 42 put on the most exaggerated tone, unable to resist the grin that took over his face as Aaron and Miles gave him almost matching looks. âYou know I canât stand him.â
Aaron just shrugged, and Miles put on that offended look. âHe had pizza. And you needed to get out of that garage. I know you skipped breakfast this morning.â
42 was about to argue when Miles butt in. âOho, you skipped breakfast?! I know Mami was pissed.â
âBest believe. She texted me probably the second he left.â Aaron gently elbowed 42âs side. âShe knew you were coming over; you donât got anywhere better to be? No cute little dates with that Ganke boy?â
Miles nearly choked as 42 tried to shout over both of them. âYouâre dating Ganke?!â
âEy, ey, ey! Weâugh! We havenât put labels on it yet, alright?!â He insisted, blushing madly. âWhatâs it to you anyway, you ainât met him!â
âDude, I have a Ganke; heâs my roommate at school. My best friend.â
âEw, you live in one of those shoebox rooms? Could not be me.â
âDeflecting!â Miles pointed aggressively and laughed around some comments in broken Spanish while 42 sipped smugly and looked away.
âWhat about you though? You kissed your boy yet?â Aaron asked without looking at either of them.
42 coughed hard as Miles balked. âAaron!!â It was almost eerie how their voices were exactly the same sometimes. Aaron just snickered, tossing his game controller casually onto the table.
âYaâll do a lot of bickering for supposedly being the same person.â He chuckled, crossing his arms.
42 rolled his eyes, wiping the side of his mouth. âPlease. Iâm still not convinced itâs not some kind of bullshit half the time. As if Iâm anything like this goody-two-shoes dork.â
Miles snorted, crossing his arms. âIs that really all you got, eh? Disney channel lookinâ ass.â
âYou wanna fuckinâ go, cuz?â 42 pulled his legs up onto the couch, attempting to lunge at Miles when Aaron caught him around the waist. He flailed for a moment, and Miles sneered. âAy, let me go; the punk has it coming anywâWait, wait, donât you dare!â
Aaron had shifted one hand, letting his fingers crawl gently on the back of 42âs ribs just below his shoulder blades. And Milesâ face lit up in shock as his doppelganger fell into near-hysterical laughter.
âNo way, seriously?!â He snorted, and Aaron gave a slight smirk as he tried to keep his flailing nephew from squirming away from him.
âOh, youâre surprised?â He chuckled, scribbling up between 42âs shoulders and pulling him close before he could flail his shrieky self onto the floor. âHis mom always called itââ
âAngel Wings!â Miles said at the same time as Aaron, laughing softly as his eyes lit up at the memory. âMan, I canât believe it; that never worked on me.â
42 glared at both of them as he was more or less dropped back onto the couch cushion, and Miles couldnât tell if it was just anger or a sort of envy. âBullshit. You have to be fuckinâ lying.â
âPfft, wellââ Miles stammered a bit, looking away in slight embarrassment. âNot half as bad as it gets you, clearlyâHey!â He dodged to one side as an unopened soda can launched past his head, barely managing to snag it with his web shooter before it hit something. Â
ââEy, chill.â Aaron said lightly, sneaking another tickle on 42âs back as he wrapped his arm around him. âWildinâ out all the time⊠Staying in that garage all day is not helping you relax.â
âI donât need to relax!â 42 barked out suddenly, only to cringe and cross his arms as he pouted. He took a few deep breaths, sighing when Aaron pat him on the head.
âSomethinâ you need to talk about?â
42 glanced between the two of them, and Miles leaned slightly to see his face. He let out a final sigh and shook his head. âJust stressedâŠâ He admitted with a shrug. âTired, maybe?â
Aaron hummed, nodding as he squeezed 42âs shoulder.
Miles let out a sigh of his own, setting down his cup before resting his chin on one hand. âThink we should call Ganke to cuddle with you?â He asked gently, letting the smirk grow on his face at the incredulous look 42 gave him.
âNah, yeah, thatâs three strikes.â Aaron chuckled, shrugging when Miles balked. âYou can kill him.â
42 sneered, and Miles flailed slightly, about to run off when Aaron sneakily grabbed his ankle. His escape was disrupted just enough that 42 was able to tackle him off of the couch. They wrestled for a moment, with Miles quickly gaining the upper hand with his Spider strengthâŠright up until 42 shoved his hands under Milesâ arms. Miles shrieked, pulling his arms in tight and kicking against the floor as he cackled. 42 balked for a second, his eyes and smile brightening.
âNo fuckinâ way; you were actually right, you little shit.â He laughed, pressing his thumbs into Milesâ ribs.
âI-Iâm taller than you!â Miles managed out between his laughter.
âYouâ!â
Aaron chuckled as Miles squealed, and he grabbed his game controller again while they fought. It wasnât much of a fight for longâone of them did have super-strength, after allâbut it was nice that his nephews were finally having fun.
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pov youâre the new guest and youâre meeting everyone
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Being aro is so lonely. Not because you're not in a relationship but because everyone else is and it's the only thing they care about.
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The Gaang Gets Zuko (ATLA)
lee!zuko , ler!gaang :P
A/N : im having sooo much fun with this show rn, esp having fun attacking zuko as much as possible LOL im going bonkers. thereâs no clear story or plot in this one, just the gaang being silly and zuko getting to be silly with them :P
Summary : separate short stories of each member of the gaang tickling zuko (and one where Zuko actually gets one back, read to find out who hehe)
Word Count : 5139
hope u enjoy!! <3
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It was strange how relaxed Zuko was starting to feel. The air seemed easier to breathe these days, despite everything he knew they were all about to go through. But thatâs just it. Zuko knows heâs not alone. He has people, good people, behind him. Though he misses his Uncle greatly, it keeps Zuko motivated to know Iroh would be proud to see how far heâs come since theyâd been separated.
Things are looking up, despite it all, and Zukoâs especially happy he gets to feel that in good company.
âSo, like this, right?â Aang asked, getting into position for the new firebending move Zukoâs trying to teach him.Â
âUmâŠnot quite,â Zuko walked behind him, grabbing his shoulders to gently adjust his stance. âYou want your shoulders back a little more, itâll help your balance. And you should have your waist turned a bit to the side, like thisâŠâ Zuko gently gripped onto Aangâs sides, but was startled at how quickly Aang jumped away with a surprised laugh.
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I got you~
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