#Ler!David

[leebrains]

my autism is taking oevr

[radio-navlee]

can u write some hcs for ler dadvid...lee max ofc - leebrains

Yess! Ofc I can! I’d love to! These hcs might be a little longer than most, I got carried away😵‍💫

Max definitely has a soft spot for David, he just doesn’t want to show it.

David loves to taser his sides every now and then

Max doesn’t usually gets back at David, tickling people in general is awkward for him.

David has totally woken up Max with tickles

The few times Max and David are alone together, David likes to tickle massage Max’s shoulders. (He thinks it’s funny how he scrunched up his shoulders)

Max usually holds onto David when he’s getting tickled, weather it’s an arm, leg, finger, torso, foot, Max just needs something to hold onto.

David and Max have made systems, if Max is getting tired but still wants tickles he’s taps David 3 times, if he wants to move spots that’s 2 touches, if Max wants David to go for the kill at his worst spots that’s multiple taps for it to start and stop, if Max is tired in general he taps David’s arms 4 times.

David loves to tease, Max hates it. (Love hate relationship with teasing)

Different spots have different laughs for Max, you can’t tell at first but after a while you can’t deny it.

Max likes the pinning, David does not like pinning max. Max thinks it’s fun and David thinks it’s torture for the poor boy

Max sometimes sleeps over at the counselor cabin, before falling asleep David always rubs his back so he can fall asleep faster.

David will find any way to tickle Max, cussing, bad moods, being mean to people, he will find a way to tickle him to bits.

Davids favorite tickle moments are when he finds Max grumpy or sad and tickles to cheer him up

David never knew he was ticklish until the ‘missing incident’ (I wrote a fic on it) but before that, he would alway graze or accidentally tweak his sides causing a gasp or a squeak in return. “Sorry Max, you ok?” “Yeah-yeah. It’s- just a bruise. That’s all!”

Even though Max is a crazy good liar, David can alway tell. (David tickles him until he tells the truth)

David loves nicknames, but only when he uses them, and Max hates nicknames. (Max: Grumpy pants, Maximilian, Maxy, Cutie, Ticklish Man, etc). (David: Camp Man, Leaf hair, etc)

Maxs laugh is very squeaky, he hates it, so he tries to cover it up by laughing deeper when he’s around other’s. So instead of a “Hihihi” it’s a “Hah Hah Hah” and most people think it’s fake.

David loved hearing Maxs real laugh for the first time, he was so shocked his voice could go that high.

Davids favorite spots to attack first are sides, underarms, thighs, knees, neck, then ears.

Max has memorized David’s tickling patterns and loves hates it.

Max is constantly wondering and exporting the camp, so it wouldn’t have surprised David if he got himself stuck in place. The most recent ones have been; (Little Fics Below)

An old cabin, he had reached for railing but missed and his fall caused the floor to cave in, causing his legs and arms to be pinned to his side. Good thing he wasn’t too far from the camp or David would have never found him. (David tickled his ears, neck, and shoulders)

Stuck in vines, classic, but not for the amount of bugs that were there. Max had adventured to the forest but David was concerned because of the last incident so he came with. Noticing vines just a little out of his reach, Max jumped up to grab them. The vines pulled down around max but tightened when they got caught on a branch. The vines were practically laced with Beatles making Max panic. “Uhh, David- DAVID!!” He squirmed realizing the Beatles came crawling towards him. Max had his arms pinned out and was held in the air but 5 tangled vines. “Stop! Stop!! Get- go away!!” He tried to shake them off the branch but they kept getting closer. Crawling through his hoodie sleeve, they scurried around his body, their favorite spots being the belly, armpits, and neck. Max practically screamed for David and David helped him out of this predicament.

String, now max wasn’t completely stuck but he was limited on movement. Neil thought if he tangled him up in string he wouldn’t be able to get out, and he was right, but Max took it as a challenge. After 6 failed attempts, he gave up and asked Neil to get him out. Unfortunately, not even Neil could get Max out of it. So when all else fails, go to David. David awed at the moment to make Max feel embarrassed. David then helped him untangle himself and got a few quick tickles here and there which drove Max insane. As quick attacks always made him jump and yell, but never laugh or giggle.

I hope this was enough for you guys🩷🩷

(Yes i did decide to just write tiny fics at the end😊🤫)

[lee642]

IM STARVING FOR LEE MAX AND LER DAVID! AND I JUST GOT INTO THE CAMP CAMP FANDOM!? Max needs some cheer up tickles. Imagine this: David finds max sitting by the side of the cabin and he's crying or sobbing and David decides to take it into his own hands to try and cheer him up. Fic idea! I might do this if my ADHD and autism doesn't get in the way.

[cringemesstickles]

Pranks Come With Consequences

(TickleTober Day 27: Hysterical)

Summary: Jack takes a prank too far and David wants revenge

Pairing: implied none

Word Count: 1,053

A/N: HELLO FIRST NEWSIES FIC?!?! 😨

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In a cramped and dimly lit room, the unmistakable smell of ink and newsprint lingered in the air. Jack Kelly leaned against a wooden table, a sly grin spreading across his face as he watched David Jacobs furiously review the evening’s edition of the New York World.

“What did you do, Jack?” David’s voice carried an edge, his eyes narrowing as he came across a particular line in the paper—a line he definitely did not write.

“Aw, come on, Davey. It’s just a little joke!” Jack replied, chuckling. “No harm done, right?”

David slammed the paper onto the table, his eyes filled with indignation.

“A joke? You call replacing my carefully crafted sentences with ludicrous innuendos a joke? You jeopardized my credibility!”

Jack’s eyes widened as he registered David’s fury. A sense of dread settled over him, and he stammered,

“Look, I- uh- I didn’t think you’d get this mad... I’m sorry.”

David’s glare deepened, making Jack’s heart skip a beat. Then, with a sudden swiftness, David lunged at him, knocking Jack onto the beat up sofa.

“Oh, you’re gonna be sorry, alright,” David growled.

Before Jack could react, David pinned him down, his fingers swiftly descending towards Jack’s vulnerable sides.

Usually, David was gentle, employing feathery strokes to elicit laughter; but not this time.

This time, he dug his fingers in, scribbling rapidly and relentlessly into the sensitive flesh.

“WHAHAA- DAVEY, STAHAHAP!”

“Say you’re sorry!” David’s voice was stern, but his eyes twinkled.

“EEK- I-I’M SOHOHORRY!!” Cried Jack, flailing aimlessly under the torturous sensations.

“You don’t sound very sorry.”

David shifted to rake over his friends tummy, moving his hands in a circular motion, relishing how Jack’s laughter got louder and his belly seemed to quiver sensitively.

He’d been tickling the blonde for less than two minutes and he was already hysterical, something David found both ridiculous and endearing.

“NOO, DAVEY, MEHEHERCY!!”

The brunette laughed at that, not halting his attack.

“Aw, you don’t like this? It’s just a little joke, remember?” He teased, causing a bright red blush to form on Jack’s face which was adorned with a childlike smile as he thrashed and guffawed.

“NOHOHOHO, DAVE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!!”

Normally, David would relent by now; but in this moment, he was a man of vengeance and he wasn’t gonna stop until he felt that the little prankster had truly learned his lesson.

Besides, anyone with a brain could see the sparkling joy in Jack’s eyes. He was always up for mischief in any way, shape, or form, thus making it enjoyable for the both of them.

David’s nimble fingers wandered up to his victims underarms, drilling his thumbs into the hollows and earning a snort from the boy.

Jack squealed and kicked, slamming his arms down to his sides, which didn’t help at all; in fact, it only seemed to make it tickle more.

“GAHAHAHA- NOT THERE, NOT THEHEHERE!!” He cackled, tears of mirth starting to fall down his face as he wriggled like a worm on a hook, unable to escape the ruthless tickling.

David grinned, digging in harder and making Jack scream with laughter.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Jack? Does this tickle? Does it? Maybe next time, you’ll think of the consequences before pulling a stupid prank like that.”

Jack’s bright boisterous laughter echoed through the room, almost filling it with a feeling of warmth.

“DAVEHEHEHEY!! I-I CAHAHA- MEHER-MERCYYY!”

The troublemakers struggling was beginning to falter, going limp and surrendering to the tickly torment and letting himself be consumed by his own hysterical reactions.

David pulled his hands away for a moment to give Jack a breather, though it was clear by the fire in his eyes that he wasn’t finished quite yet.

“Well? You ready for more tickles?” He teased, wiggling his fingers just above the blonde’s ribs, knowing it was a tickle hot spot.

Jack’s eyes widened comically and his squirming picked up again, renewed with a newfound desperation.

“Oh no. nononono, Davey, plehehehease! I’m sohohorryyy!!” Giggled Jack, tingling with anticipation as he watched those scarily skilled digits inch closer and closer to his most ticklish spot, both eager and dreadful.

“Nope. Not buying it. I don't think you’re truly sorry yet.” Smirked the brunette, a devious glint in his eye.

“I am, I am!! Dahahavey, pleHEHEHEASE- OH GOHOHOD!”

A mixture of snorts, shrieks, and squeals filled the room as Jack was tossed into a bout of hysterics, kicking and thrashing like a wild horse as David’s fingers dug harshly into his ribs, pinching skittering and squeezing the sensitive spot.

“Aw, listen to that beautiful laughter. You’re just too adorable when you’re all helpless and squirmy~” David cooed, delighting in the way Jack’s cheeks managed to flush even darker, taking on a cherry red hue.

“NOHOHOOOO!! D-DAVEY, STOHOHOHOP!” Jack pleaded, struggling to breathe through all the laughter.

“Stop what? Tickling you, or calling you cute?”

“BOHOHOHOTH!! EEK- MEHERCY, MERCEHEHEHEY!!”

Figuring the boy had learned his lesson, David began to ease up; but there was one last thing he wanted to do.

“Alright, I think you’ve learned your lesson. But just to make sure…”

Quickly pulling Jack’s shirt up, David lowered his head and blew a loud raspberry right on the blonde’s ribs, getting a shrill shriek in response.

“NAHAHAH- DAHA- PLEHE- CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE-”

At this point, Jack was nearly incoherent.

His body went completely still and he seemed to lose his voice, with a bright smile glued to his face as, he let his head fall back as he let out silent happy laughter.

Seeing his friend was genuinely struggling to breathe, the brunette pulled away, getting off of the boy and giving him some room to calm down.

“You alright?” He asked, getting a tired nod from Jack who was gasping for air and giggling from the phantom tickles.

“Good. Now let this be a lesson… next time you wanna pull a stupid prank like that, you better be prepared for the consequences.”

Jack nodded frantically, still flushed from the attack.

“Heard you loud and clehehear; no more pranks… for now… hehe” He grinned cheekily, David merely rolling his eyes with exasperation.

“You’re incorrigible, Jack…” David chuckled fondly.

Jack Kelly could be a real handful sometimes, but David, no matter how frustrated he could get with his friend’s shenanigans, wouldn’t have him any other way.

[rachi-roo]

Self healing 🥲

Everyone is fine, and this became a daily occurrence for the squad after they discovered how much David loves the attention (*≧∇≦)ﾉ

[leejunkk]

um

[ticklefeels-for-seb]

PSA, if anyone has any footage or know about any footage of dan stevens being tickled/ticklish/a lee, just know this:

thank u in advance 😇

[radiant-fanon-maker]

Stretch Mark Count

Douglas: [To the beat of Red Fish, Blue Fish] One mark, two marks, three marks, four marks! So many beauty marks!

[porqueamamosler]

"Um verdadeiro com livro me ensina mais que a lê-lo. Eu devo pô-lo de lado, e começar a viver o que ele me diz... O que eu comecei a ler, eu devo, por fim, fazê-lo. "

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

[dedalvs]

Zhyler anon here again... I... I think you got the plural morpheme wrong. It fills me with apprehension and terror to correct you, someone I admire greatly, on your own language... but I have evidence (the Zhyler page on your website, on the "Relay Texts" page, links to the "Cursèd Relay", which links to a Zhyler text you translated in 2005(?!), which includes some grammar explanations, which includes the plural morpheme) 😭😭😭

So help me....

First you insult me by asking me to translate something into Zhyler, then you follow it up by pointing out a mistake, which leads me to discover two other mistakes, and to top it all off, you're using the word morpheme?! Who even are you?!

All right, now you have homework. First, watch this:

David's LCC1 presentation from literally 2006 that should have put an end to this whole morpheme nonsense

Then read this:

A kind of write up of the same presentation written eight years later because people were paradoxically still on about this morpheme nonsense

Then these three posts in this order on Tumblr.com, an obscure microblogging website you probably haven't heard of:

First post

Second post

Third post

Now for your question.

Yes, I got the frickin'-frackin' plural wrong! The stupid language is a stupid homage to not-stupid Turkish, and plurals in Turkish are associated with -lar/-ler. I turned that into the stupid past tense in stupid Zhyler and I STUPID FORGOT THAT in the first stupid post so I stupid got it wrong. Okay?!

But that's not all. Apparently in my own documentation I exclusively used IPA; I didn't have any kind of romanization. The romanization was invented for my website. I forgot this and so misread [j] as <j> (i.e. [dʒ]). I thought it was odd there was so much [dʒ] in this translation, so I feel better about that, but it means that every place you say <j> (and its associated orthographic letter) it should've been <y>. So that was wrong, too.

Anyway, after all that, I did correct the stupid translations, so here they are. First, enemies:

Then friends:

There! Art thou happy?! I'm not even going to get into how the plural is supposed to produce an even number of syllables but I don't remember what happened with case/possessive suffixes, so I don't know if it's literally supposed to be vedgayayum and širkÿyayum which seems ridiculous, but what isn't with this ridiculous language?

Now I banish thee once more!

[leebrains]

quick sketch

[radio-navlee]

Hi Navy! Saw the request announcement and got excited! (⁠ ^▽^ ⁠)

Could I request some lee!Max with lers!Gwen and David? Maybe he's bumming about his parents not showing up, and the counselors try to cheer him up? Stay hydrated!

EE! Yesss!! I love Lee Max! I’ll never say no to it!! (Also it’s a little angsty, I hope you don’t mind me taking the “bumming” part and running with it!)

The middle of summer, should be fun right? Not for Max, parents sending him away to a camp just full of nerds and dorks, nasty camp food, bugs, and even more annoying counselors!

eventually, max got used to the camp, and even enjoyed staying. Until the parents night came about. He enjoyed seeing his friends, Nikki and Neil, get embarrassed and pushed around by their parents a whole lot. But it did remind him of where his parents were.

Not only that, but David made it a lot worse by just unintentionally rubbing it in his face. The night was resolved with pizza and a good talking session with his counselors, but the feeling never seemed to leave Max.

The nasty, gross, pitiful feeling that made his stomach turn and his head hurt with emotion. He’s never had anybody worry about him before David and Gwen. Usually if he was back at home he would hide outside until the feeling went away. So that’s what he did. He hid.

He grabbed his raggedy stuffed bear and snuck into the woods. He walked around for a while until his face began to heat up, his eyes watering as well. “Damn it” he thought, wiping away the tears. “It’s not fair,” he whispered with a cracked voice as he felt the lump in his throat trying to swallow it back down.

He stoped walking, sitting underneath a tree between some bushes. He hugged his bear, crying softly when suddenly he started to feel panicked. Why he felt panicked? He doesn’t even know himself. Maybe it was the sun beginning to set, worried the camp would start to look for him. Maybe it was weakening feeling of crying for the first time in weeks.

He started to try to gasp for air as the crying escalated, trying to be as quiet as possible as well. He closed his eyes and put his hands over his ears as even the crickets chirping made his head hurt. His breathing was getting shorter, this made him feel worse. “What if they leave me here” Max thought, another stream of tears running down his cheek. “What if they forget about me?” What ifs and worsening thoughts began to pile up in his head.

He tried to breathe, tried to think straight, he tried. That’s all he could do, try. Try after try and he began to fail. He failed to calm himself, spiraling into a panic attack. He’s just lucky somebody found him. It was David.

David always took walks at night. It started when he first became a counselor. He was often scared of the dark and the woods, he thought that he could get over that by walking through them. Eventually it didn’t become scary anymore, it became calming and a routine.

He never talked about it to the campers, he’d never thought it was relevant for them. Only Gwen knew about it, she kinda had to know. He didn’t want her to wonder where he would go every night. She didn’t care though, as long as she got a break from everyone before bed. It worked as a favor for them both.

David usually heard crickets or owls, but this time he heard something different. Not animal like, almost human like. Crying? That can’t be right, nobody’s out here. The crying suddenly became fast and heavy breathing, then it was a mixture of both. David walked closer to the noise, growing louder and louder until he found who was making it. A small puff of hair stuck out, trembling.

“Max?” David thought, “No, no that can’t be Max… Can it?” He spread the bushes to find a curled up boy crying, covering his ears, breathing heavily, his bear tucked into his lap, not caring about being quite anymore. David immediately filled with worry.

“Max?” David spoke.

Max raised his head quickly, eyes widening, he started to cry more, backing away and breathing quicker.

“Hey hey hey, no it’s ok!” David reached his hand out, causing Max to flinch back. “This poor boy,” David thought

“No! No! Get away!” Max finally spoke panicked, pushing at David’s hands.

“Max, seriously, what’s wrong?” David asked softly.

“No! No! You wouldn’t- I- it’s just-!” Max tried to speak, too much to explain, not wanting to speak, he couldn’t even function properly. David could tell he wasn’t going to get anywhere with questioning the poor boy.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, look at me. Follow my breathing” David sat down with max and began to take deep breaths in and deep breaths out, he kept his hand out in case max wanted to grab onto it.

Max looked at him, then suddenly the scared and panicked look began to fade away. He followed David’s breathing, holding onto his hand. It took time but Max started to calm down.

“Good,” David spoke, making Max jump a bit.

“Are you ok?” David asked again. The thoughts began to swarm back in as Maxs eyes started to tear up again.

“Look, it’s ok to cry.”

Max started to sob again, “Damn emotions! Won’t even let me talk!” Max thought. David signaled a ‘Is ok to hug you?’ Max shook his head. Not wanting touch anymore, he took away his hand and started wiping his tears.

“Whenever you’re ready Max,” David softly spoke.

Max calmed and began explaining.

“David, I don’t get it. W-why do you care for me so much? You and Gwen are the first adults who have treated me like this… Why?” Max asked

“It confuses me David. If my parents were to care for me, they would have had me for a reason right? Right David?” Max rambled for another minute, he started to tear up again as he was actually talking about it. He didn’t stop though, he talked and pushed the tears away.

“Max,” David looked at the boy who started to mess with the matted fluff on his teddy bear.

“I care about you because I’m supposed to be responsible for you, for all my campers. Max you’re a kid, even if I didn’t want to, I have to care for you. Caring for you isn’t a choice Max, it’s a must. Now I’m not saying that if you were older I wouldn’t care for you, I would, trust me, but maybe others wouldn’t.” David talked, comforting Max. As David spoke he reached out his hand, to try again, see if Max wanted to be touched now.

Max grabbed onto his hand fidgeting with David’s fingers. Although Max felt so venerable and weak, it didn’t matter right now. David stoped talking and stood up

“Cmon Max, let’s go back to camp,” David signaled a ‘want me to carry you?’ Max nodded his head and David picked the boy up heading back to camp.

They arrived but David didn’t take his to his tent, David took him back to his and Gwen’s cabin.

“Oh, David your bac- why do you have Max with you?” Gwen spoke, making the already sleepy Max flinch at the loud sound.

“Shhh, just let him be” David put a finger over his lips, causing a sleepy ‘Ha’ from Max.

“Sorry, why what happened?” Gwen asked, David looked at Max to see if it was ok to tell her, Max nodded

“Well I found him in the woods having a panic attack, it took a while for him to calm back down, there’s a lot he hasn’t told us.”

“Oh crap, Max are you ok?” Gwen asked, noticing how red the tip of his nose was, and the tear stains on his cheeks

“Well, I am now..”

Gwen sympathized with Max, David ruffling the hair on the back of his head. Max giggled, scrunching up his neck.

“Max? Are you ticklish?” David chuckled, moving his hand down to the already scrunched up neck.

“AiHihiHIhi!! Dahahavid!”

“I think that’s a yes” Gwen smirked, walking over to the boy in David’s arms.

“Aw, see Max! You should laugh more, you sound so cute!” David coo’ed

“Shuhuhahut uhahahup!!” Max’s cheeks turned pink at the compliment. Maxs giggles turned into laughter when Gwen started to wiggle her fingers into Maxs ribs.

“GWeHEhEhen!!”

“Sorry! Cant hear you over the sound of you being happy right now!” Gwen teased, moving down to his stomach

“NohoOHOHo!” Max squirmed in David’s arms, he was surprisingly light, which made it easy for David to carry him with one arm.

Gwen moved down to his knees and David moved to his sides. Max squealed falling into childlike laughter which made both the adults smile in awe.

“ThihiHIHIs is Tohohrtuhuhure!!” Max kicked out

“If it’s torture why don’t you just tell us to stop?” David asked slowing his fingers. Max blushed hiding his face, not saying stop. David and Gwen both knew why Max didn’t say stop, he enjoyed it, but they weren’t gonna mention it. They both continued their ‘torture’ being careful not to go near any bad spots that might make him uncomfortable.

Eventually Max asked them to stop and they did. David put Max in his bed, pulling out a sleeping bag so he could sleep on the floor. He tucked in Max, tracing his back with the tips of his fingers. Max giggled putting his hands over his mouth embarrassed.

“Tihihihcklesss!” Max giggled, David laughed resorting to just rubbing Maxs back until he fell asleep. David then tucked himself into the sleeping bag on the floor and fell asleep. He didn’t mind sleeping on the floor. After all, Max, the hateful, tough, never talks about his feelings, always angry, Max just opened up to him like crazy! David just knew if Max was comfortable, David was comfortable.

Ohmigosh, this was so fun to write!! Thanks for the request!!✌︎('ω')✌︎

[carrie-tate]

you’re art is so cute

what about Lee David and Ler Gwen?

(or however you say it lol)

I love this idea!

[guiltymnd]

DAVID CASTAÑEDA? Não! É apenas ARCHIBALD DIEGO CORTEZ GUTIÉRREZ, ele é filho de DEMÉTER do chalé QUATRO e tem TRINTA E UM ANOS. A TV Hefesto informa no guia de programação que ele está no NÍVEL III por estar no Acampamento há QUINZE ANOS, sabia? E se lá estiver certo, DIDI é bastante COMPASSIVO mas também dizem que ele é ORGULHOSO. Mas você sabe como Hefesto é, sempre inventando fake news pra atrair audiência.

LINKS UTEÍS:ㅤㅤPINBOARD.ㅤPLAYLIST.ㅤDESENVOLVIMENTO.ㅤOUTROS.

BIOGRAFIA,

tw, breve menção a suicídio.

Guadalupe nunca imaginou que se apaixonaria tão perdidamente por outra mulher. Ou melhor, por uma deusa. Quando conheceu Deméter, o encontro improvável evoluiu de uma amizade para um amor profundo. As duas tornaram-se inseparáveis, e a humana não conseguia imaginar um futuro sem a bela e misteriosa mulher que havia entrado em sua vida, preenchendo cada espaço e trazendo-lhe imensa felicidade. No entanto, essa felicidade teve um fim, atingindo seu prazo de validade. Os ataques contra elas tornaram-se incessantes, ocorrendo com uma frequência que confundia a deusa. Para proteger a amada, o fim do relacionamento tornou-se inevitável. Antes de desaparecer completamente, Deméter fez seu último ato de amor: tocou o ventre de Guadalupe e, com os últimos beijos apaixonados, a abençoou com uma semente que germinaria ali dentro, dando origem a uma criança descendente de seu sangue divino. Por outro lado, Guadalupe não aceitou bem a ideia. Nos primeiros meses de gestação, tentou terminar com a própria vida, mas algo a impedia, insistindo para que ela continuasse até o fim, levando-a a acreditar que, mesmo na ausência de Deméter, a deusa ainda atuava em intermédio entre elas.

No dia do nascimento, após horas de um parto difícil, nasceu um belo menino chamado Diego Cortez. Guadalupe estava radiante, mas sua alegria logo se desfez. O corpo, ferido e com a alta perda de sangue, não resistiu por muito tempo. Devido à fraqueza, ela faleceu horas depois do nascimento de seu único filho. A mulher foi encontrada sem vida em seu leito no hospital, segurando com força um colar com um pingente que indicava quem lhe havia dado o presente — um pequeno ramo de aveia —, que havia sido um dos últimos presentes deixados por Deméter. Diego foi imediatamente enviado para um orfanato, e não demorou para ser adotado. Um casal sênior de políticos e aristocratas mexicanos viu a oportunidade de realizar o sonho de se tornarem pais após anos de tentativas e espera sem sucesso. Agora nomeado Archibald Diego Cortez Gutiérrez, ele viveu uma vida cercada de luxos e regalias. Por onde passava, era acompanhado por seguranças e, desde muito cedo, era motivo de alegria, especialmente entre os eleitores mais assíduos dos pais.

No entanto, após seu décimo quinto aniversário, a vida do jovem mudou drasticamente. Até então, ele havia levado uma existência pacífica, sem perturbações ou eventos fora do comum. Entretanto, no início da adolescência, ele passou pela sensação de estar sendo seguido. Viu coisas, conseguiu ler outras que iam além de sua compreensão, além de questionar sua própria sanidade por ouvir vozes – vozes que pareciam pertencer a uma mulher e que sempre o alertavam para ser cuidadoso. Em um dia comum, ao voltar da escola, o jovem foi atacado por um trio de gárgulas que repetia incessantemente o nome da deusa do cultivo. Naquele dia, o semideus recorda-se de correr até a casa onde vivia, na bela Guadalajara, clamando por ajuda, apenas para se deparar com uma cena digna de um filme de terror. Havia corpos espalhados pelo chão, todos sem vida. Em desespero, ele voltou a gritar por socorro, desejando que aquele tormento chegasse ao fim. Prestes a sucumbir ao mesmo destino, sem resistir ao ataque das criaturas desconhecidas, Diego, abraçado aos corpos de seus pais, foi surpreendido pelo surgimento de uma silhueta imponente: uma mulher em vestes magníficas que se posicionou à sua frente. Ela protegeu-o dos monstros, ceifando rapidamente a vida dos três, sem dar tempo para que a mente do rapaz processasse o que acabara de ocorrer.

Deméter disse pouco, mas estendeu a mão para ele e sorriu. Ensanguentado e amedrontado, ele aceitou o gesto silencioso, agarrando-se à única chance que tinha. Atingido por um clarão de luz, lembra-se de pouco do que aconteceu depois. Estava exausto, consumido pelo luto. Acordou dias depois em um local completamente desconhecido, cercado por pessoas estranhas. A deusa já o havia proclamado como filho muito antes que ele recobrasse a consciência, deixando todos cientes de sua ascendência divina. Durante um longo período, Diego rejeitou a nova realidade. Entre sofrimento e teimosia, o semideus tentou várias fugas, sendo trazido de volta às vezes por ordem de Quíron, devido à sua incapacidade de sobreviver sem o treinamento necessário, o que lhe rendeu uma reputação problemática entre os outros campistas. Quando finalmente aceitou a situação, já superado, desempenhou seu papel da melhor forma possível. Treinou intensamente, tornando-se exímio no manejo de armas e no combate corpo a corpo, além de aprimorar a habilidade extraordinária que recebeu da sua mãe olimpiana.

No entanto, apesar de adquirir apreço pelo Acampamento Meio-Sangue, Diego declarava-se um espírito livre, sempre buscando missões que lhe permitissem conhecer o mundo além dos domínios mágicos. Em uma dessas missões, decidiu estabelecer-se em Tóquio, no Japão, por três anos, após mais uma tarefa bem-sucedida. Acompanhado de outros semideuses que também adotavam um estilo de vida nômade, ele viveu livremente, sem restrições, respondendo apenas a chamados do acampamento para missões que ele julgasse valer seu tempo. Durante uma dessas missões, ele se viu em um problema que o persegue até então. Após mais uma tarefa bem sucedida, dotado de um ego inflado, principalmente por ter desempenhado protagonismo durante grande parte da ação, Diego achou-se no direito de insultar. Não poupou palavras para exaltar a si mesmo, sem se preocupar com emoções e sentimentos alheios. A espreita, Nêmesis observava a situação, tornando-o alvo de seu mais novo castigo.

Diego não se lembra exatamente como tudo começou, mas a lembrança de uma mulher em vestes tão brilhantes mas pretas apareceu diante dele, cegando-o com sua beleza fria, forçando-o a observá-la. Nêmesis sussurrou, não obstante de também ser categórica, palavras que, mais tarde, ele reconheceu como uma maldição. O filho de Deméter estaria destinado a sofrer sempre que a noite caísse, carregando uma marca mental a qual foi dita pela deusa como o “Fardo da Insolência”. Envergonhado por seus próprios atos, Diego voltou a viver no Japão, mantendo-se incógnito e aproveitando a generosa herança deixada pelos pais adotivos. Receber o chamado de Dionísio foi, ao mesmo tempo, aterrorizante e irritante. Ele não tinha vontade de retornar, tão acostumado que estava à vida que construíra, trabalhando periodicamente em um restaurante típico como cozinheiro, distante da essência dos deuses. No entanto, após muita reflexão, ele concordou e pegou o primeiro voo de volta às terras americanas. Se algo estava acontecendo, ele faria questão de testemunhar com os próprios olhos. Ou talvez o medo, atrelado bastante às noites incertas embebidas pelas consequências da maldição, de se tornar alvo de outro deus tenha falado mais alto, levando-o a tomar a decisão mais “sensata” para a situação.

PERSONALIDADE,

Diego possui uma personalidade moldada por tragédias. Ele carrega uma mistura de resiliência e arrogância, resultado de sua linhagem divina e do modo como foi criado. É intensamente determinado, o que o torna um combatente exímio e um líder natural em situações de crise. No entanto, essa determinação é acompanhada por um forte ego, alimentado pelos sucessos que acumulou em missões ao longo dos anos. Sua relação com o poder é ambígua: enquanto busca constantemente aprimorar suas habilidades e explorar seus limites, ele também teme as consequências de sua própria soberba, especialmente após ser amaldiçoado por Nêmesis. Essa maldição o deixou mais introspectivo e cauteloso, criando uma tensão interna entre seu desejo de se destacar e a necessidade de humildade.

O filho de Deméter também é um espírito livre, frequentemente inquieto e em busca de novas experiências. Ele prefere a vida nômade, longe das amarras de qualquer compromisso duradouro, mas mantém um senso de dever para com o Acampamento Meio-Sangue e seus companheiros semideuses. Apesar de suas viagens e seu estilo de vida independente, Diego é leal àqueles que considera amigos, mas tende a evitar se apegar demais, temendo novas perdas. A maldição de Nêmesis, que o aflige durante a noite, o tornou mais vigilante e introspectivo, forçando-o a confrontar seus próprios demônios internos. Ele luta constantemente para equilibrar seu lado competitivo e ousado com a sabedoria adquirida através do sofrimento. Essa dualidade faz de Diego um homem complexo, movido tanto pela vontade de superar seus próprios erros quanto pelo medo de repetir as falhas do passado.

INSPIRAÇÕES:ㅤㅤRaleigh Becket (Pacific Rim) e Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen).

PODER,

Conexão Mútua Ativa — Conectado de forma íntima com a natureza ao seu redor, Diego, como um filho da deusa da colheita, experimenta um vínculo especial e recíproco com as plantas. Para ele, priorizar a proteção da vida vegetal é mais do que um princípio, é uma responsabilidade sagrada. As plantas, árvores e flores respondem de maneira instintiva à sua presença, movendo-se sem esforço aparente para oferecer defesa e assistência quando necessário. Em um gesto de cooperação silenciosa, elas se posicionam estrategicamente, cobrindo pontos cegos e oferecendo apoio, sem que o semideus precise gastar energia para convocá-las.

ARSENAL,

Yoru no Ken (夜の剣) ou “Espada da Noite” —  Katana feita de ferro estígio, presente ganhado de um filho de Hefesto, semideus também nômade e que compartilhou tempo de morada com Diego no Japão. A arma é simples ao olhar, mas eficiente ao ataque. Sua lâmina é extremamente cortante, efetiva para ferir gravemente qualquer criatura mitológica. Quando esta não está visível em seu formato tradicional, a katana ganha a forma de um bracelete, sempre visível como um acessório inseparável, preso ao pulso direito do semideus. Se perdida, o bracelete sempre irá ressurgir.

MALDIÇÃO,

Maldição por Nêmesis  —  Diego enxerga sua imagem refletida de forma distorcida e horrível em qualquer superfície reflexiva. Essa imagem revela suas falhas, medos e verdades ocultas de maneira grotesca e perturbadora, causando-lhe grande sofrimento psicológico e prejudicando sua capacidade de formar relacionamentos e interagir socialmente, especialmente no âmbito romântico. Além disso, o semideus é incapaz de escapar das verdades desconfortáveis sobre si mesmo. Sua mente está constantemente sobrecarregada por uma consciência intensa e implacável de suas próprias falhas e erros, tornando difícil para ele concentrar-se em qualquer outra coisa. Como resultado, ele acaba se expondo, principalmente em momentos de tensão e aflição, sem um filtro para isso. No final, isso provoca intenso embaraço e vergonha.

HABILIDADES,

Reflexos sobre-humanos, durabilidade sobre-humana.

ATIVIDADES,

Membro da equipe azul de Esgrima;

Co-líder da equipe azul de Corrida com Obstáculos;

Membro da equipe azul do Clube da Luta.

[guppygiggles]

Like Real People Do, Part 8! ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Avery's cloud form starts to emerge in public. Casper takes quick action to try and save him. Big crying scene -- BIGGER tickle scene. This fic is outrageously self-indulgent, even for me.

☁️ Warnings: Ler!Avery fans... this one is for you. Unspeakably, desperately vulnerable. Lots of crying. Discussion of trans (ftm particularly) topics. Men in their underwear (no genital nudity). If you can get through the emotions, I reward you with the biggest, teasiest Ler!Avery scene you can imagine. This is not NSFW, however… it is very suggestive. If you skip to the end... well, I just can't believe you! (Just kidding, read this however you want.💙)

☁️ Author's Note: I discuss being a demiboy/FTM pretty intimately here. Importantly, I do not claim to speak for every demiboy/gay/FTM/trans person. I am not a gender studies major, this is just my experience, and I do not have to justify it to anyone. Do not come in my messages/ask box with critical language about how I describe my experience. If you do, I will immediately block you.

This is a series now!

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Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 *you are here

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

My eyes frantically scanned the storage area. Luckily, it was vacant, at least for now. 

Gary's Market was a relatively small grocery chain, and the stockroom was clean and well-organized. Large shelving racks stood in rows that reached the ceiling, and a small handful of pallets waited to be unloaded. Above us, rows of fluorescent lights hummed softly. 

“Look for an exit,” I whispered, still grasping Avery's wrist. 

“Casper, I'm so sorry-” 

“Shh, no time for that now, let’s just get out of here.” I let go of him, walking to the end of the entryway and peeking around the nearest shelving unit. At the end of the hallway, past several rows of goods, was a glowing red exit sign. 

“Oh, thank god. Let's go,” I turned back to Avery. 

My blood ran cold. 

I had not seen the employee who was approaching us; perhaps he had been in an adjacent aisle when we entered, had found what he needed, and was returning to the sales floor. Avery was still standing in the doorway, and as soon as the man rounded the corner, they would be face-to-face. The brunette twenty-something held a jar of peanut butter in one hand, and the only reason he hadn't seen me yet was because he was holding his phone in the other, texting with his thumb. 

There was still space between us, but not so much that I couldn't read his nametag: David. “Hi, my name is David!” I imagined the smaller print said. It was difficult to believe the bored-looking youth, with his wrinkled uniform and beat-up Vans, would ever introduce himself that way. 

Avery wasn't looking at me. If I called to him, the clerk would certainly hear. If I moved, I was sure to catch David's peripheral; he would see me, and then he would see Avery. There was nothing I could do; David was about to ruin my life. 

What would happen, then? Would he scream? Would he pass out, as I almost had the first time I saw Avery? Would he tell his boss, then his family, then the news? His phone was already out – what if he took pictures? I imagined Avery's terrified face on CNN, Twitter, Tiktok. A cold sweat broke out all over my body as my insides twisted, a metallic taste filling my mouth. Was I really going to lose him – and like this? 

Suddenly, Avery moved, his feet shuffling on the concrete floor as he widened his stance. His hands extended outward, fingers spread and clawed, as if he were preparing to grapple someone. His fingertips began to glow. 

Was he going to attack this man?! My heart raced. 

“Oh god, Avery, no!” I screamed internally. Whatever I imagined might happen to Avery would be infinitely worse if he harmed someone. He wouldn't just be captured and studied, he'd be killed. My blood pressure plummeted. I tightened my grip on the storage rack; I was about to collapse. 

Then, the sound of crackling electricity filled the air. Until that moment, I hadn’t known electricity could sound like fire. A series of deafening pops rang out, followed by a blinding flash – then glass rained down on us as every lightbulb in the room exploded. 

“What the fuck!” David cried as he dropped his phone. 

Before I could react, I felt a cold hand on my arm, guiding me down the hallway toward the exit. The sign itself had gone out, too, but I could barely make out where sunlight seeped through the cracks. My knees were weak as Avery pulled me through the door and into the bright daylight, practically tripping over my own feet as I tried to regain my bearings. 

The alley behind Gary's was empty, except for a pair of dumpsters and a few broken wood pallets. It was a clear day, and on the other side of the building, my car was right in the middle of the parking lot. We weren't out of the woods, yet. 

I pulled Avery behind the dumpsters. His face was a mask of emotions I had never seen on him: guilt, shock, desperation. Fingers trembling, he carefully picked a piece of glass out of my hair. I could tell he was about to say something; I cut him off, cupping his cheek with my hand. 

“Avery, stay right here. I'm going to bring the car around, okay? Stay right here behind this dumpster. I'll be right back.” I turned away before he could respond, jogging to my car as my heart shattered to leave him in such a state. 

As I got in my car, I glanced at the store's entrance. The lights were on; I guessed the sales floor was on a different breaker than the warehouse. That was good – the less people who saw the lights go out, the better. I sped around back and parked next to the dumpster. Avery was right where I left him, huddled in a ball, face hidden in his hands. 

“Hey, hey, it's okay… you're okay, you're safe now,” I comforted as I helped him into the back seat. Luckily, my car windows were tinted – practically a necessity in the desert where I was from. Afraid that David (or really, anyone) might come out the exit, I got in the driver's seat and pulled around to a secluded parking area. I climbed into the back, kneeling on the seat beside Avery as I put my hand on his shoulder. It was then that I realized just how small he was – I guessed he had shrunk to my height, maybe even shorter. He was still hiding his face in his hands. 

“Avery… are you okay? I'm so sorry. I should have set an alarm… This is all my fault.” 

“Casper, I'm- I'm- I'm so s-sorry!” He broke into a sob, his shoulders trembling as tears leaked out from under his hands. I saw, too, that the flat bottom of his head was dark and puffy. Water gushed from him, soaking his clothes. He wasn't just crying, he was raining.

“Oh my god, Avery, it isn't your fault! None of this is your fault!” I put my arms around him, hugging him into my chest. I hated to cry, especially when I was trying to comfort someone else, but I couldn't help it; my eyes stung as tears streamed down my cheeks, too. 

“I- I should have known. I- I put you in danger,” he choked, his square glasses falling into his lap as he rubbed his pale eyes. He was completely soaked – so was my car seat – and as he cried, he was shrinking quickly. I panicked. 

“You're shrinking! Avery, please stop crying! We're safe now, okay? I'll get you something to drink, alright? I'm not mad – at all – and I'm SO sorry. God, this is all my fault…” My stomach churned with regret. How could I have been so thoughtless? When we first met, I always set a timer on my phone, just to make sure we never ran out of time. As we’d grown closer, I'd become more and more lax. It had never been an issue before today, but now, my carelessness could have cost Avery his life. How could I live that down? 

He looked up, then, to meet my eyes for the first time. Gently, he tucked a wisp of damp hair behind my ear. “Casper, i-it's not your fault, either. I know today was different from usual, there's no way you could have known. Please… don't cry,” he sniffled. “My heart breaks when you cry.” 

“You don't cry! My heart breaks when you cry! So put that in your juice box and suck it!” Through my tears, I managed a small, but sincere laugh. Sniffling again, Avery giggled back. Regaining a bit of composure, he picked up his glasses, wiped the lenses and put them back on his face. 

“How about we agree that, before we leave, we always set a timer. No matter what. Deal?” I kissed Avery's forehead, gently wiping the last of his tears. It was a bit wavering, but he finally gave me a real smile. 

“Deal.”

+++

Avery protested, but I had to go back into the store to get our groceries. By the time we had finished crying, both of us were soaked, which earned me plenty of uncomfortable stares as I checked out. I had never been so thankful to be home. 

He started to assist me with putting away the groceries, but I pointed sternly to the couch. “Dude, you’re shorter than me right now. You need to sit down and start hydrating, don’t worry about the groceries, I can handle it. Oh! I got you this.” I handed him a styrofoam cup with a dome lid. “It’s an ICEE. At first, I thought I should get you Gatorade… but your body isn’t like mine; you have ice crystals in there. I thought this might help you hydrate faster. It’s kinda like ice cream, but… different. It’s cherry flavored, think you’ll like it.”

Avery took the cup from me. His wet clothes hung on him like a tent in his diminished form – his glasses, too, were cartoonishly big for his shrunken face. I watched him sip slowly from the straw – then, his eyes lit up with an expression I recognized. He started to drink faster. I was delighted to have been correct in my selection; as he drank, he was rapidly growing in size.

“Heh, I’m glad you like it. Uhh… woah there, turbo, slow down. You’re gonna get-”

“Ow, ow, ow!” Avery winced, clutching his head. “Ahh… I’m not sure I like this, after all.” 

I snorted. His mouth – normally a pale blue – had already turned purple from the red dye.

“Dude, you got a brain freeze. You can’t drink cold stuff that fast.” 

“Ah, I see. It… tastes so good, though…” He started sipping again, his eyes forming half-moons of enjoyment.

I tittered. Relatable.

I worked on the groceries as Avery rested on the couch, sipping his drink and scrolling on his phone. By the time I was finished, he had returned to his smallest “normal” size – 6”3 (190.5cm ♡) and there was a big wet spot on my couch. I should have put a towel down, first.

“Alright, let’s get out of these wet clothes. I know you don’t have a spare set, here… but you can just wear your pajamas until your day clothes are dry, okay?” 

It cost an extra thirty dollars per month, but it was worth it to have the tiny washer and dryer set in my unit. Standing over the washing machine, I peeled off my wet shirt and jeans, leaving me in my plaid boxers. 

“What is this…?” Avery asked. I hadn’t noticed him leave the couch, and I jumped slightly. Though we had been together for several months, his quiet footsteps – and unexpected speed – still caught me off guard sometimes. He was pinching the hem of my binder. I realized that, even though my torso was mostly covered, I was still more exposed than he had ever seen me. Having fallen asleep unexpectedly the night before, I had never even taken my binder off. 

“Oh… uh, it’s a binder,” I replied, embarrassed.

“What is it for?” Avery looked concerned.

My binder was wet, and at that point, I had been wearing it for well over twenty-four hours. I was uncomfortable, and I was sure I looked it, too. A sigh rolled from my chest. I knew I would have to explain this to him, eventually. I just didn’t expect it to be today, when I had already spent so much energy… well, fearing for our lives. 

“Remember last month, when I explained queerness for humans? I know for clouds, you guys all get born the same, and you can kinda decide what your bodies look like. Well… for us, we get born how we get born, and sometimes we get born looking a different way than we feel inside. For humans, changing our bodies is actually really hard, and complicated… and sometimes, even if we feel a different way from how we’re born, we don't want to change our bodies. We just want to be seen for who we are inside, but in the bodies we're already in.” 

I paused to look up at him – he was listening intently, his brow furrowed as he stared into my eyes. I shrunk under his intense gaze, blushing a bit. 

“It’s rarely ever cut-and-dry, though, when we’re born a different way than we feel. Sometimes people get born in a ‘man's body,’ but they know they are female, and vice versa… but there are a lot of people who are in-between, too. Some people feel like ‘gender’ as a whole doesn't apply to them. Some feel a mix of things. 

“I was born biologically female. Most of the time, I feel either male, or neither. It’s not that there's anything wrong with my body… it's just… when other people see me, I want them to see me how I feel inside. I wish I didn't have to wear a binder, but when I don't, people get ideas about me – and sometimes, I even get ideas about myself – that aren't who I really am,” I said, as if wearing a binder allowed me to pass consistently – it did not. 

I was afraid to meet Avery's eyes, staring down at my wet clothes as they laid at the bottom of the washing machine. What would he think of me, now? Would he think I was just “confused,” as so many had said in the past? Even when they didn't say it out loud, I could tell. I could always tell. 

A cool, soft finger crooked under my chin, gently tilting my head up. 

“You will always be who you are inside when you're with me, no matter what your body looks like. Is that clear?”

My eyes welled with tears. I tried to look away, but Avery didn't let me. 

“Don't let me find out that you've been wearing that thing longer than you should be – I know there must be safety precautions with something like that – and you never need to wear it when I'm around. In fact, I think you should take it off, right now. You don't have to do it in front of me, of course… but I can see that it's wet, and I can tell it's affecting your breathing. In fact, I've been able to tell many times in the past; I just presumed it to be a facet of your hypotension. Now that I know better, you can expect that I will be keeping you in check.” His intense gaze softened as a tear streaked down my flushed cheek. He encircled me in his huge embrace, a cool hand rubbing my back. 

“Casper, I love you. I love you so much that it hurts, sometimes. Never feel like you have to perform for me, you are perfect just as you are.” 

I trembled. I was frustrated to be sobbing for the second time in the same day, but Avery's chest was so soft, and his love was so big, I just couldn't help myself. Years of self-loathing and rejection poured out of me as he cradled my half-naked body against his chest. 

“Shhh… it's okay, sweetheart. I know you must have been worried for months about what I'd think, but you don't have to worry any more.” 

He pulled back from me, hands on my shoulders and a gentle, playful smile on his lips. He peered at me over the rim of his glasses. 

“Now, go change, okay? I believe I made a promise to you earlier, and I intend to keep it.” 

+++ 

Avery and I changed separately. I was soaked all the way through, so I donned new boxers and a fresh, loose t-shirt. It was a relief to be free of my binder. I inhaled deeply, feeling my ribs fully expand. Though I was still a bit nervous for Avery to see my chest, after so much crying, a flood of endorphins suppressed my fear. 

As I entered the living room, Avery was already on the couch, hands folded neatly in his lap. He was dressed in his pajamas, and I could only assume he had been drinking more ICEE, because he was especially big and fluffy once again. Only the washing machine’s soft whirring broke the silence.

“Come here, dear.” 

I took a few steps toward him, and then a sudden force – like a gust of wind – swept me from behind into his lap. I yelped in surprise.

“Hey, that scared me!” 

“Hehe, sorry – guess I’m feeling a bit eager.” He smirked. My eyes widened. Until that moment, I had not realized exactly what he meant about his… promise.

It was the one he had made in the frozen section. 

“W-wait,” I stuttered, my ears growing hot as I tried to scramble out of his lap. It was too late; with one large hand, he ensnared both of my wrists, lifting them over my head. I squealed. “WAHAHAIT!” 

Avery laughed gleefully, showing his delicate round teeth. 

“What, exactly, am I waiting for?” He teased. “Am I waiting for you to be ready for how much this is going to tickle? Because, I don’t think you could ever be ready for that. Hehe… you’re just buzzing with oxytocin right now, aren’t you? This is going to be so fun. Wonder where I should start?”

“Pff-hahahaha!” I laughed, trying to curl inward, which was impossible with Avery holding my arms up. As I pulled against his grasp, I fully internalized that my strength was no match for his. I also knew that as soon as he started tickling, I was likely to go limp as a ragdoll, too weak to fight. Despite the futility, it was all I could do to struggle while I still could.

“All this giggling when I haven’t even touched you, yet – I never tire of it. You’re so cute. Why don’t you save some laughs for when I start tickling, dear? You’re going to need them… trust me.” With his free hand, he wiggled his plush fingers threateningly in the air above my tummy.

“AHAhahahahavery PLEASE!” I could hardly contain myself; he hadn’t laid a finger on me, yet I could feel his damnably soft fingers already, dancing all over my body. 

“Please what? Please don’t tickle your cute tummy? You know… I think it’s only fair that I should get to see it, this time. I did, after all, show you mine. As a matter of fact… I think I want to turn this snack into a full course.” 

Avery stood, scooping me into his arms “bridal style” as I squirmed, howling in protest. 

“Put me down! You can’t just manhandle me like th- ACK!” Chuckling, he deposited me unceremoniously on the bed.

“Can’t I?” He mused.

Then, he flourished his hand in a way I’d never seen before. Like magic, two ghostly hands – very similar in appearance to Avery’s – appeared out of thin air. Before I could react, each of my wrists were grappled and pinned to the top of the bed. 

“What is this! This is cheating!” I objected, pulling at my arms. It was no use – apparently, any strength that Avery had, he was able to transfer to these apparitions, too.

“All’s fair in love and war, isn’t it, Casper?” Tittering, he straddled my waist, one knee on each side of my wriggling body. He pinned me so firmly that between his weight and his cursed “helping hands,” I could barely move. My blush spread like fire; especially with my binder off, I’d never felt more vulnerable. 

“There we are… Now, let’s see what you’ve been hiding, hm?” Avery gently lifted the hem of my shirt to my lower ribs, exposing my tummy completely. 

He paused, his eyebrows raising. As I watched, a pretty cerulean dusted his cheeks. His eyes practically sparkled as he looked down at me, making me flush even hotter.

“Oh… Casper. Just look at you. Goodness, I… I knew you would be lovely, but… oh, you are so cute. Just look at this little belly button…” With a silky fingertip, Avery drew a circle around the rim of my navel.

“PFFF HEHhahAHAHA!” I shouldn’t have been, but I was surprised by how much it tickled. My stomach muscles tensed beneath his delicate touch; it was completely undeniable, impossible to block out.

“Oh, wow... Your blush goes all the way down, doesn’t it~?”

I could hardly stand this any longer.

“Plehehehease…!” I begged, though not entirely sure what for. 

“Ah, sorry. You’re right: It’s impolite to play with your food.” 

With that, he lowered all ten of his fingertips to my tummy, wiggling them deftly into my taut skin.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” I screamed with laughter, my hands balling into useless fists. My unrestrained feet kicked uncontrollably as my back, with the little space I was allowed, strained to arch off the bed.

“Oh no, does that tickle? Poor, sensitive Casper… have you forgotten what it’s like to be anxious, yet? No? I suppose I should keep going, then.” Avery giggled cheerfully, gently moving his fingers around my tummy, probing different spots randomly, just as I had done to him just a day prior. As always, his touch was so gentle; he always tickled with just enough force to excite the nerves beneath my delicate skin.

Fireworks exploded in my mind as the torture of sensation ran through my veins like electricity. I tried, but I was laughing too hard to even get a word out, like someone attempting – but unable – to tell the funniest joke they’d ever heard. Beads of moisture collected in the corners of my eyes as I shook my head, a halo of sweat forming on my pillow.

“What’s wrong, dear? Can’t stand the taste of your own medicine? I distinctly remember you tickling me, just like this. Could it be that you did so because you knew, if done on you, it would be simply unbearable? You’re already a mess, and we haven’t even gotten to your other spots, yet.”

Like a comedian pausing for effect, he stilled his fingers, grinning deviously.

“YOU’RE KIHIHIHLLLING MEHEHEHE!” I cried, finally able to somewhat form a sentence, though the tickle persisted long after he had stopped.

Avery laughed reactively – his big laugh, the one that I loved so much. My exposed, trembling tummy filled with butterflies.

“Would it be such a bad thing to die laughing?” He joked tenderly, leaning down to place a feather-light kiss on my tummy. Then he reached up, brushing the damp hair from my forehead. “Do you need a break?” 

“...” 

Avery lowered his tone, leering over his glasses again. “Before you answer, just so you know: I’m taking those armpits for a spin, next.”

The fluster I experienced was so powerful and so immediate, I saw stars.

“Y-Y-Yes, I need w-water,” I choked, imagining how crazed I must look to him. He chuckled, leaving the room for a moment, and then returning with a bottle of water. With a hand on my back, he helped me sit up. The hands holding my wrists relaxed, but not enough to give me free range of motion. I shot him a quizzical glance.

“Oh, dewdrop… You didn’t think I was going to let you go, did you?” He taunted, gently cupping my chin as he poured the water into my mouth. 

I blushed furiously. 

It was difficult to drink, as I was trembling from head to toe, but I managed… somehow. He set the bottle on the nightstand, and then I was trapped again, arms aloft as Avery sat on my waist. 

He eyed me through his bifocals, a fingertip placed to his lips.

“Hmm… Under, or over your shirt?”

“What?!”

“Sorry, did I stutter? Under or over, Casper.” 

“I-I-I…” 

“What’s wrong, dear? Can’t you manage a simple, one-word answer~?”

My response was nothing but an incoherent whimper.

“Since it seems you’re feeling indecisive, I’ll choose for you. I choose under.”

“No! NO! AHAHAHahveery!”

He leaned forward, placing his fingertips on my bare lower ribs.

“Let’s just take a little trip, shall we? We’ll start right here.”

“NOHHOHOHO!”

“Then we’ll work our way upward, nice and slow…”

Avery walked his fingertips up my ribs, pausing now and then to wiggle into a soft spot.

“AAAAHAHA NOOO PLHEHEHEHEHASE!”

“You know, sometimes, it’s about the journey, not the destination… don’t you agree?”

His silky digits continued upward until they reached the top of my ribcage. I shook with laughter beneath him, my feet stomping the bed fruitlessly as my toes curled in desperation. I simultaneously dreaded and craved what was next.

“But, then again… it is nice to arrive, too~”

With that, he dipped his fingertips into each of my helpless armpits, scribbling gently into the bare hollows. 

“Tickle tickle tickle,” he lilted, grinning.

My response was a delirious, unintelligible shriek. In my mind raged a five-alarm fire, searing any coherent thought to ash. With what little movement my restraints would allow, I thrashed beneath Avery, my heart palpitating so fiercely I was afraid it would escape my chest. Tears streamed down my burning cheeks, heralding my third cry of the day.

“Oh, my god… Your previous laughs were hardly a giggle compared to this. Have I finally found a favorite spot, sweetheart? Are you just too ticklish under these arms? Goodness… I could hardly tickle you any more gently, but even this is driving you nuts!”

I couldn’t respond – the tickle was so intense, so overwhelming that all I could do was laugh in futility. I had no strength left to struggle; my body lay limp beneath Avery as he killed me softly with those silky, gentle fingertips, stroking merrily away under my arms, destroying any hope I had of stringing two thoughts together.

After what seemed like an eternity – but in reality, must have been less than ten minutes – Avery stopped. The pair of hands that were holding my wrists released me, but I hadn’t even the strength to put my arms down. His cool hand stroked my cheek as he chuckled affectionately.

“Well, now… How do you feel? Have you forgotten what it’s like to be anxious?” 

I sat up – tried to, anyway – and then collapsed back onto the pillow in a blissfully overstimulated huff. Avery started to giggle, which escalated to a delighted belly laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” 

“Avery…” 

“Yes…?”

“If you don’t cuddle me – right now – I think I'm going to die.”

Still chuckling, he immediately enveloped me in his fluffy embrace, hugging me as if he were afraid someone would take me from him. I snuggled easily into his arms, cocooned in a heretofore unknown peace and safety. The last thing I heard was Avery’s characteristic lightning zap as the light flickered out; I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. 

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Let Me Show You How it's Done

Ler! Charlie Lee! Nick with some Lee! Charlie

Heartstopper Tickle Fic Incoming! It's no secret that Nick always tickles Charlie every chance he gets. Charlie, being a bit smaller and weaker than his boyfriend, never seems quite able to turn the tables, that is, until he recruits the assistance of Nick's older brother David who wants to help Charlie get some well deserved revenge. (Set in a context that David isn't a jerk of a brother/human being).

Charlie and Nick spent plenty of time spending afternoons and evenings together doing homework, playing Mario Kart, and on particularly nice evenings, walking Nellie.

This was a particularly rainy and chilly evening, and Nick and Charlie had just finished their end of term essays for literature and history and were getting ready to watch a movie. They were at Nick's house this evening and Nick's mother was working a bit later than usual. She'd promised to pick them all up a pizza later when she returned. Nick's older brother David just so happened to be home for spring break from university and had left Nick and Charlie alone in the den to finish homework and enjoy each other's company in peace.

Well, as much peace as the couple could have, considering that Nick frequently would wrestle Charlie onto the sofa during movie nights and video game sessions to tickle the snot out of his lanky and curly headed boyfriend. This was nothing new, of course. Nick felt that Charlie's squeals and snorts were precious, and Charlie could hardly mind. After all, he deserved it for laughing at Nick for his choice in cinema taste for their impromptu movie night.

"NihihihIHIHICK, stahahahaHAHAHPIT," Charlie squealed as his brawny and much stronger boyfriend pinched at his tummy, easily a bad spot for Charlie.

"I don't think so, Charlie," Nick chuckled down at his boyfriend teasingly. "You enjoy laughing at my expense so much, laughing at my movie selection. Besides, there's nothing wrong with The Princess Bride! It's a fantastic film!" Nick dug into Charlie's sides with renewed vigor, pretending to be insulted.

And poor Charlie was now realizing he never should have commented that it was ironic that the Captain of the rugby team's favorite movie was something as hokey as The Princess Bride.

"ALRIHIHIHIGHT! I'M SORHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEE!" Charlie screeched as Nick reached for his sensitive knee caps, squeezing into the muscle right above and relishing his boyfriends precious laughter.

"Hmmm, I don't know if I believe you," Nick smirked as Charlie squirmed desperately.

Eventually, Nick ceased his tickle attack in favor of making them some popcorn, leaving Charlie to giggle and rub the residual tickly sensations from the backs of his knees. Man, some days he wished Nick never discovered just how ticklish the backs of his knees were.

Charlie heard a soft chuckle from the staircase. Unknown to Nick, David had observed their one-sided tickle fight from the stair landing.

"You really make him happy," David commented.

"Er, thanks..." Charlie replied awkwardly.

"I'm sure Nick is happy not to be on the receiving end of tickle fights anymore as well," David snorted slightly.

"Oh, believe me, I've tried," Charlie could hear the popcorn in the microwave from the kitchen start popping. He dropped his voice, "Nick just isn't that ticklish."

"Rubbish. You just aren't getting his tickle spots," David supplied with a wink.

"But he's a lot stronger than me," Charlie grumbled. "Anytime I try to tickle him, he quickly turns the tables."

David laughed fondly. He was rather amused watching their antics. But David was Nick's big brother. He had loads of experience tickling the snot out of Nick and had no problem with teaching Charlie his little brothers worst spots.

"Why don't I give you a hand?" David dropped his voice upon hearing the microwave ding. Nick would be on his way back with the popcorn in just a few moments.

Charlie nodded, excited at the idea of learning how to tickle Nick and getting some well-deserved revenge for all the times Nick tortured him.

David walked over near the entrance of the kitchen, just out of view, to sneak attack Nick.

When Nick returned with a giant bowl of popcorn, David tackled him sending the buttery popcorn flying and Nick letting out a surprised yelp.

"David? What the hell?" Nick attempted to escape the expert hold but was unsuccessful and still in such shock that the popcorn lay scattered about, forgotten. Charlie watched with a smirk, enjoying the show.

"Come here, Charlie, let me show you how it's done!" David plopped Nick down on the sofa, still confused before Nick felt his heart drop.

"Now Nick has two death spots," David winked at Nick, who was now pinned beneath his brother and the sofa, writhing about, knowing all too well where this was going.

"D-David, don't!" Nick yelped.

"Don't what?" David asked innocently.

"Tickle me!" Nick screeched, suddenly realizing what a fatal mistake he made. He could've kicked himself! How could he fall for the teases he pulled on Charlie all the time?

"Hear that, Charlie? He's given us permission. Hell, he's basically asked for this!" David crowed.

David had Nick's arm pinned above his head and had his fingers wiggling just above Nick's underarm.

"His hips and armpits are really ticklish, if I remember right..." David chuckled darkly. Of course, he remembered correctly. Big brothers don't forget tickle spots of younger siblings.

Charlie climbed over to smirk down at Nick. "Not so tough now, are we?"

"Bite me!" Nick growled, but it sounded more like a whimper.

"You better get your revenge now, Charlie!"

Charlie looked into Nick's pleading eyes and almost took pity on the older boy. Almost.

And that's when Charlie latched onto Nick's hips, and David dug roughly into his underarms, and Nick absolutely shrieked with laughter. Charlie couldn't help but chuckle at Nick's plight.

"Jeez, Nick! You're worse than me!" Charlie crowed triumphantly, digging harshly into the hip pockets, causing Nick to flop around uselessly.

"SCREHEHEHEHEW YOHOHOHOHOUU GUHUHUHUYS!" Nick cackled.

Nick hadn't been tickled in two of his worst spots in a very, very long time. Even when David had tickled him in their younger days, it was only one person tickling him. Now, both his older brother and boyfriend were torturing his two worst tickle spots. Not fair!

Nick continued to gasp and spultter as Charlie and David exploited his worst tickle spots.

"OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAHAHAHAY!" Nick squeaked.

Charlie enjoyed watching Nick come apart at the seams. After all, the rugby captain deserved it for tormenting him so many times.

Finally, David gestured for Charlie, who had gotten too carried away with tickling Nick to tears, to cease their tickle attack only after Nick's laughter had gone silent and wheezy.

Charlie had reluctantly stopped tickling his boyfriend and gave him some space as David released his hold and affectionately ruffled Nick's already messed up hair.

"Sorry, Nick, but I felt like your boyfriend could use some revenge. You were pretty brutal while you were tickling him earlier," David chuckled.

"Did we go too far?" Charlie peeked sideways at his boyfriend after David retreated upstairs after cleaning up the popcorn mess scattered on the floor.

"Just wait until I get you back." Nick wrapped his arms around Charlie, not tickling him, not just yet, as he knew anticipation would drive Charlie mad. Charlie tensed but giggled as he enjoyed knowing he could now reduce Nick to a squirmy puddle of laughter.

"I would be careful if I were you," Charlie murmured. "I now know your worst spots, and I'll just get you back."

Nick shivered, but he couldn't help but be excited to find out if Charlie really would get him back. Nick really didn't mind it so much, after all.