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obscuretickles · 6 years ago

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Sibling rivalry

Fandom: Kingsman

Characters: Eggsy, sister!reader

Summary: You’re being annoying and Eggsy has had enough. Brace yourself, bitch.

Hope you like this anon!! It was really fun to write :)

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'Hurry it up, old man!'

You fought the urge to snicker as you saw your brother, Eggsy, whip his head round the corner of the kitchen and glare at you from where you were sat at the dining table.

'I'll poison this bloody food if you're not careful'

He disappeared from sight and you could hear chopping and all manners of appliances being turned on and used in whatever mystery meal he was preparing. You were quite excited to taste it- although you'd never say it, Eggsy was a damn good cook and you always anticipated the dishes he made.

After a few minutes of sitting in silence (with only the sound of your brother fussing about in the kitchen for company) you grew bored of waiting.

'Hey, fossil!' You jeered. He was only a few years older than you but it got on his nerves to be called 'old', and as his sibling it was your human right to annoy him. 'When's the pig slop gonna be ready?'

Eggsy sauntered into the room holding two plates of...chicken nuggets and chips?

He put your plate down in front of you and joined you at the table. You stared at the food in front of you. You loved chicken nuggets, but whenever Eggsy cooked, it was always something...special. Eggsy must of noticed your disappointed look.

'What's wrong, your majesty? Chicken nuggets aren't good enough for you?' He smirked. 'Yeah, sorry I didn't cook some seven course banquet, Harry's had me rushed off my feet recently. Still, you like this kind of greasy shit don't you?'

You looked at your plate disheartendly and poked it around. 'Uhh...sure' You muttered, slicing into chicken. You and Eggsy ate in silence for a while, but once more you couldn't help but piss him off again.

'So, how much time did it take you to learn how to use the oven? I hope our modern technology wasn't too complicated for you' You couldn't hold back your laughter as Eggsy slammed his fork on the table and glowered at you. You could tell he wasn't actually angry- you'd seen that before and aimed to keep it as far away as possible.

He stood from his chair (The creaky old one at the end of the table, the one you often liked to compare to his old bones) and walked around so that he stood behind you. You'd never seen him actually act upon his 'irritation' to your wisecracks so this was new to you.

'Uhh, what are you doing back there?' You stopped eating and turned around to see Eggsy wearing a shiteating grin and before you had a chance to react he grabbed your chair and tipped it backwards. He did it in such a way that left you stunned but unharmed, and as you felt yourself fall to the floor (luckily you didn't hurt yourself) he grabbed under your arms and pulled you onto the nearby sofa.

'You bloody-what do you think you're doing?' You protested, trying to wriggle out of his grasp but to no avail.

'Fancy calling me old again, do ya? Go on, just try it' Sneered Eggsy, a mischevious look on his face. He was sitting on your hands that were now outstretched over your head.

'Ugh whatever! Get off of me!' And, before you could stop yourself, 'Wrinkly bastard'

'RIGHT!' You felt strong fingers squeeze at your ribs and you yelped in surprise before falling into hysterics. Eggsy towered over you, leaning over you as you tried to break free.

'I'd tell you to call me old again but I reckon you can't speak too good right about now, huh?' He teased. You tried to sound angry but were too overcome with giggles to sound anything other than an excited schoolgirl.

'S-St-' You stammered out, attempting to plead with the sadistic twat (aka. your brother) but he was right about you not being able to get your words out.

'Huh? You tryna talk or something?' He set his right hand to work with clawing at your stomach and his left hand dug into your sides. 'Well speak up ya little bitch!' He'd often call you 'bitch' as a term of...endearment (His excuse, anyway).

'STOP!' You cried out through hysterical laughter, trying to bring your knees up to protect yourself.

'Oh well done! Now try 'Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'' Eggsy said casually as if he wasn't tickling you to tears and proceeded to tickle you harder.

You could feel your energy slowly being sapped and your stomach was starting to hurt from laughing so much and you knew you couldn't take much more but no matter what you did you couldn't get him to stop.

'Pleahehehse!' And to your surprise, Eggsy slowed the tickling until it stopped completley. Your arms felt lighter when he stood up and went back to his chair at the table. He resumed his meal after giving you a wink and returned to acting like nothing had just happened. You took some time to get your breath back and refused to look him in the eye.

How dare he! You had so much more jokes about his age and just him in general and now you couldn't even use them when he got on your nerves. After that day, he'd made it very clear that any more pranks or wisecracks from you would result in a much worse tickling than what you got before.

You just hoped he wouldn't tell Harry or Merlin (spoiler alert- he would).

#kingsman #eggsy #harry #merlin #tickle #tickling #ler #lee #fic #ticklefic

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obscuretickles · 6 years ago

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Healing up scars

Fandom: X-Men

Characters: Young!Xavier X reader

Summary: Christmas is always a hard time for you due to your past, but luckily your mentor is around to help you see the brighter side.

Requested by @crushinghardandwriting

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You sat on the edge of your bed and watched the hands of your watch tick slowly. It was 5:30 in the morning, and every minute that went past made the queasy feeling in your stomach grow and grow. Christmas day. Fantastic.

Any person would be overcome with excitement at the thought of presents, stockings, delicious food and the chance to gather with family and laugh about stupid things that would usually seem meaningless. And you supposed you were excited for those things- all of them except the part where you enjoy time with your family.

It was eight years ago. The worst night of your life, you remembered it like it was yesterday. You’d known you were a mutant since you were 11, but by self-teaching you’d managed to keep your ability under control and kept it secret from everyone you knew. But that night your control was severely tested as you and your parents got into a heated, hostile argument and your voice raised louder and louder when all of a sudden...

You put your head in your hands, the memory of nearly killing your own parents too much for you. Luckily they survived, but...they rejected you. You were forbidden from going back to your own home, and in a flurry of emotions you ran away, never to see your dear old mum and dad again.

You stood from your bed, trying to force yourself to feel hatred for them. Maybe it wouldn’t feel so painful if you brought yourself to resent them, but you couldn’t. As much as they were probably disgusted by you, perhaps wished death upon you, you just couldn’t stop loving them. They were still your parents and that’s what hurt you most.

Pacing up and down the length of your room battling with those dark thoughts, one thought arose the most. It was still Christmas. It would look awfully suspicious if you walked around with a mopey look on your face.

You’d been at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters since you were 12, after you’d heard there was a safe place for mutants like you to feel accepted. You were now 19 and these people had become your family. They knew about the situation with your parents and everyone had been so supportive.

Charles Xavier himself had been there for you all the way through your flashbacks, nightmares and paranoid thoughts. You didn’t know what you’d of done without him.

You looked back at your clock and were very surprised to see that it said ‘8.00′. Your thoughts were so overwhelming you’d lost track of time.

‘Well, guess I’ll just...pretend’ You muttered to yourself, putting on some more suitable clothing for the day ahead (A corny Christmas jumper that Mystique gave you one year and some comfy pyjama pants) and made your way down the large, wooden stairs to see a large common room devoid of people but adorned with magnificent Christmas decorations.

Colourful tinsel was strewn across beams and a wreath or two were nailed into the walls. Somebody (and you were guessing Quicksilver) had splattered fake snow on every surface. The whole room was dazzling, and if you weren’t so downtrodden by the thoughts in your head you would of cracked a big smile.

In the middle of the room was a Christmas tree. It was a real one too- a massive pine tree, almost reaching up to the ceiling. Each branch had been decorated by colourful baubles and sparkly lights and it was obvious a lot of work had gone into it.

You couldn’t help but remember a time when your father would pick you up and put you on his shoulders as you put the star on the tree. He would always joke that you should be on the top of the tree because you were ‘The brightest star he’d ever seen’.

You could feel hot tears stinging your eyes but quickly snapped yourself out of it. You refused to let yourself cry over what couldn’t be fixed.

You approached the tree and marvelled at the sheer abundance of presents underneath. Parcels of all shapes and sizes, every colour under the sun lay staring up at you. You gently reached down and upturned the label of a bulky, royal blue gift and your eyes widened as you read it.

‘Dearest y/n

I know how hard this time can be for you. I hope this brings a smile to your face. Merry X-Mas (Get it?)

~Charles’

You let a small smile spread on your face at his stupid joke. You weighed the present in your hands, guessing what the contents could be. Suspense was taking over you, you had to know what it was! It was from Mr. Xavier himself, it was bound to be special.

Your eager fingers hooked under the wrapping paper and you made a small incision. You were so close to ripping the present open like a savage dog when suddenly-

‘Isn’t it a bit rude to open the presents with nobody else?’

You whipped around to see Charles Xavier standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets with a mischievous look on his face.

‘I’m delighted that you’re so excited about my present to you, but patience is a virtue, my dear’

You sheepishly put the gift back where you found it and turned to look at him.

‘Oh, uh...sorry’ and then in a quieter voice, ‘Thank you...’

Charles’ face softened and he took a few steps towards you, until you were both standing a few inches away from each other. He brought a hand to your face and gently cupped your cheek.

Taken aback by this sudden display of affection, you went to say something, only to be interrupted.

‘I can’t begin to say how sorry I am. I know how it feels to lose a family. I can only advise you that as time goes on, the pain will ease. But you will always hurt, and for that, I’m so sorry’

You couldn’t hold back your emotions any longer and felt tears running down your face and making contact with Xavier’s hand.

He wiped away your tears gently with his thumb and took hold of your hand, leading you to a nearby sofa. It, too, was smothered with fake snow but neither of you seemed to mind.

Xavier had shown you affection in the past, but only on special occasions. Now that you thought about it, it was a special occasion...

As you sat crying into Charles’ shoulder with him comforting you, you failed to notice his arm sneaking behind your back. In fact, you only realised when you felt nimble fingers dig into your sides.

‘H-Hey!’ You quickly shot bolt upright, rubbing your eyes quickly. ‘What are you doing?’

‘Just keeping your mind off things’

You didn’t have time to realise what he meant by that when suddenly he attacked you from the side, scratching at your ribs before going back down to your sides and clawing them gently.

You quickly dissolved into hysterics, trying to escape but you were pushed up against Charles’ chest and were blocked.

‘Stohohop!‘ You tried to plead but your giggles were halting your speech.

You heard him chuckle from above you.

‘What’s the matter? Don’t tell me you’re ticklish?’

His large hand started squeezing at your stomach, and you became so desperate to get away that you managed to squirm right into his lap.

‘Please!’ You tried to grab his wrists but your laughter had drained your strength. You were stuck, writhing around in a futile attempt to get free.

‘Sorry about this my dear, but you certainly seem like you need some more laughter in times like these. It’s Christmas, after all!’

His hands slowed to let you breathe, but his fingers were tracing ticklish shapes in your sides and tummy, keeping you on edge.

‘Wh-what if somebody sees?’ You stuttered, still trying to escape his strong grasp.

‘Hm, yes, that’s a good point. What if somebody does see?‘ Replied Charles nonchalantly, and resumed his tickling with a big grin on his face.

‘NO! Charles!’ You squealed before once again feeling yourself go limp under Xavier’s hands.

When Xavier finally let up, he didn’t seem to mind that you were too exhausted to remove yourself from his lap. You were still giggling from the phantom tickles you could feel.

He held your hand gently and smoothed your hair, giving you time to recover. Although your sides hurt from laughing, you had to admit, you did feel a bit better. Obviously some tickles wouldn’t erase the pain of your past, but you felt...loved.

And it was the best Christmas you’d had in a long time.

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