#moment gaha

[sunnydayaoe]

[I'm kinda sick for it]

[claymour]

HAVE U BEEN WATCHING HOUSE OF THE DRAGON🗣️🗣️🗣️

AWAWAAHH YES!!!!!!! I HAVE I HAVE!! OHHHGHHH!!!!!!! ☝️☝️☝️🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃 THANK U FOR ASKING!!! T_T

I AM VERY MUCH PLEASED WITH IT SO FAR TOO!!!! 😭😭 Hehe I atcually haven't read fire and blood so I EVEN GET TO BE PRETTY MUCH BLIND TO ALOT OF MINOR DETAILS I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT TOO LOL 🥺 ( at the hight of my asoiaf career I did read the entire targaryen history SO I HAVE A BIT OF PRE EXISTING INFO ABOUT THE DANCE BUT I CANT REMEMBER SUPERR WELL ALL THE JUICE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS....it's very very exciting HAHA😭 )

[sideshow-cellophane-blog]

Wyll's Enchanted Boots

Set somewhere in acts 1/2, once the group is more comfortable with each other. Astarion is a little sh!t prankster

"What did he do this time?"

"Enchanted Wyll's boots," Karlach snorted. "Poor guy can't get them off."

Shadowheart sneered. "He's going to give away our location if they don't keep it down."

"You want to get in the middle of their prank war, go ahead. They've been obsessed recently. But I think Gale or Tav cast something that soundproofed the camp before they left. Pretty sure we've all been making noise."

"Help! HELP! Get these things ohooooofffff! GaHA! TICKLES! IT TICKLES! Oh my GAHAHADS! HEEEEELP!" 

"No one will save you, darling fool," Astarion was watching Wyll roll on the ground struggling to remove the cursed boots. His smile was smug and satisfied - Wyll had been especially sassy and righteous during their travels that week and Astarion had had enough. He was sitting in a chair above the downed fighter swirling a wine glass with the occasional sip. "Another few minutes and that will have made up for all of those comments on my rat diet."

"Feheheathers! Th-thousands of feathers!"

"Yes dear, I'm sure it feels that way!"

Shadowheart shuddered, but she had weighed the options in her mind. "Oi! Astarion! Those were a good pair of boots. Why did you need to waste them with a curse like that?"

The vampire put a hand to his chest in false hurt. "This? A waste? I think not dear, I am more than satisfied with the results. Wyll, darling fool that he is, may have stepped into them unwillingly but now whoever wants to laugh themselves silly can do so anytime they please. It only lasts as long as you can keep them on…" He chuckled darkly.

"And will it be your turn after he manages to get them off?" She raised a brow. 

"I'd kinda like to try," Karlach shrugged. 

"Then pull them off meeeee! HaHAhahahaaa!" Wyll wailed.

"Nah, looks too intense. Or are you that sensitive?" She teased. "You walk around camp with a crop top Wyll, can't say I blame Astarion for getting ideas."

"And he has an extra pair of normal shoes lying around somewhere," Astarion waved his hand. "Unless they're enchanted too and Gale ate them...Hm. Heh. Heheh. Good luck fighting whilst laughing your arse off."

Shadowheart clicked her tongue. "It has been mere minutes, and he is crying."

"Heeeeeeelp!"

"Enough Astarion," Karlach laughed. "He's had enough."

"Alright, alright," Astarion sighed and set his glass down. "Hold still darling. Stop kicking your - hey! Stop kicking for a minute! Yes, thank you. Excellent self control. Let me pull the left off first…that's it, dear. Here you go, Karlach. You slip it on and it'll start tickling after a few moments. I'm only giving you one boot, otherwise you may get too excited and blow us up, you sweet touch-starved barbarian. Now Wyll, if you kick me again I'm leaving this one on….Alright goooood….Aaaaaand you're free!" He stood back up with a delighted smile and offered the other boot to Shadowheart. "Curious?"

"Hells no," She crossed her arms. 

"HEH! Heheheh. Haha, oh my, heheh, ohoho!" Karlach broke out into higher pitched giggles than anyone would have thought. "Hehehey! This isn't bahahad!...This is nihihice! H-how ticklish are you Wyll? Heheh!"

Wyll stayed on the ground as he watched his teammates and friends have fun. "I'm," he gasped, "I'm happy…at least one person…can enjoy that torture device…heheh…"

"Two people," Astarion reclined back on his chair like a cat. "I'll leave the pair by Halsin's tent when they come back and then we can get a proper show. You'll be thanking me."

Shadowheart looked down at the boot, up at Karlach who had taken a seat on the ground and was giggling, and sighed as she sat down beside her. "A kind gift you've given her," She said to Astarion. "But I'm curious as to why you want to see us laugh?"

"Better a smile on your face and cheer in the camp than slowly angering ourselves to murder darling, cruel pranks lead to cruel actions," Astarion set his glass down and stood. He spoke from experience with his spawn 'siblings.' "Now then. I'm going to-"

Wyll grabbed his ankle with a playful look in his eye. "Going to what?"

"Going to escape your grasp," He shook his leg, and when that didn't work he bent over to unwork Wyll's fingers around his ankle. "Going to…to just sliiiiide myself out of here while you loons have your fun…"

"Oh I think he deserves some form of payback for that," Shadowheart smirked and helped Wyll pull the vampire's legs out from under him so he landed face-first on the ground. "Us loons do want to have our fun."

Astarion yelped and tried to scramble away again, but he soon joined Karlach in a giggle fit as the pair squeezed his legs. Wyll was working on pulling off one of his shoes as Astarion did everything in his power to not actually kill the two. "H-hey now! I, heh, I thought thaHAT you'd prank me some other wahay! Gehet off yohou weirdos! AHEH! HEE! N-not the kneHEES! HEE!"

"You've been pranking us with laughter for weeks and we're the weirdos?" Shadowheart took more pleasure than she should have from making Astarion squeak. He was on the ground squeaking from their pinching and scribbling into the backs of his knees.

"It's only fair, Astarion! Stop kicking, you know you deserve to laugh just as hard as I did! C'mon Fangs," It took a few seconds, but Wyll managed to tug the enchanted boot over Astarion's one foot and sat on the pair of legs so he couldn't pull it off. "Karlach, get his other one!...Karlach?"

She appeared to be off in her own world, enjoying the teasing magic.  

Astarion's giggles became consistent and louder. Not that being pinned and forced to take their revenge helped, but he had not anticipated the boot actually tickling so much. Shadowheart was also on his waist pinching his sides from behind with her slender fingers now. Embarrassed, he hid his face in the crook of an arm and tried shooing her hand away with the other. He shot both back down when she slid them into his armpits, and they were pinned there making him cackle. He could only writhe on the ground and laugh at their mercy - yet he would take this over Cazador's punishments any day. His teammates weren't interested in hurting him when he acted out.

This was fun.

Wyll had decided to grab Astarion's free foot. Holding it by the ankle on the ground, he scratched his nails over the sole.

Not so fun. The nails were far worse than the feathers the boot tickled with.

Wyll exclaimed, "The Blade of Frontiers always finishes his fights! Give in yet, fiend?"

Astarion arched his back, raising his head high. Tears prickled the corners of his eyes and he had the largest grin only Shadowheart could see from the angle she sat at. "Yes, YEHEHES! GET OHOHAHAFF!"

And they did. 

Shadowheart patted his back when she slid off, and Wyll got off of his legs. "Need help with the boot?" 

Still giggling, the spawn pulled himself up and started to pull the enchanted item off with far more ease than Wyll had been able to. The other boot was tossed into his lap, and he saw Karlach cross-legged wiping her own eyes. 

"That was fun!" She exclaimed. "Haven't been touched like that before. Thanks, Astarion. I'll borrow those again." 

He coughed and snuck quick glances to Shadowheart, who was smirking at him on her knees, and Wyll, who was still dangerously close to his feet. When they made eye contact he wiggled his fingers in the air teasingly. "Juvenile pranks don't go unpunished, Astarion. Truce?"

They won't hurt you. They're having fun.

I'M having fun.

He pulled himself together after a second, pulling the smirk back over his face as a familiar mask. "How about well deserved pranks? You've been a brat this week Wyll, and I'm not above making you laugh as hard as you do your enemies."

"Tickling enemies is my thing!" He shot back. "You got these ideas from Gale and I!"

As they bickered, Karlach plucked the boots back from Astarion and grinned at Shadowheart. "I'll put these by Halsin's tent. It'll sure be a sight when they get back. I'm going to go sharpen my blades before these two start tickling each other again."

"I'll join you," As Shadowheart stood, Astarion indeed leaped onto Wyll and tackled him to the ground. Straddling him, he dug into the bare skin Wyll's cropped top exposed and loud laughter once again filled the camp. 

She smiled. Without realizing it, Astarion was great at team building.

[lipglossanon]

hhii lipgloss i am a little tipsy rn LOL but i’ve been having little thoughts of virgin reader (def not projecting rn LOL) that i’ve been trying yo articulate thru to send, more specifically with step bro leon or dogman leon bc i just can’t choose 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 thinking abt them saying “c’mon, baby. just the tip, that’s all. swear, it’ll just be the tip” esp with dogman leon during his heat (is that what it’s called?? i’ve only recently been introduced to the hybrid stuff thru u GAHA) and he’s so desperate to relieve him self. but ofc it’ll quickly turn into way more than the tip and he’s suddenly sliding all the way in and rutting relentlessly against reader and taking her virginity during this moment.

and with step bro leon it’s so clearly like, apower/control thing. talking abt, “you can take it, pretty girl. you just need big brother to help you out, huh? need big brother’s cock to pop your cherry, right?” GIGGLING🤭🤭 and same with dogman leon, it pfc turns into way more than just the tip and he’s sinking all the way in and taking his sweet little step sis’s virginity urrghhh😵‍💫

this is all i can come up with rn but if u hv any other thoughts or hcs….teehee

-🪷

🪷 anon, hello!! 👋

AHDJFL I love ‘just the tip’ trope 😩

You’re so needy and naive so Leon just slides all the way into your soaked cunt 😩

There’s that uncomfortable moment, that little pinching sensation of your hymen breaking but he’s so quick to kiss you and soothe you

“Shh pretty girl, I know, but doesn’t it feel nice to be so full. S’okay, I’ll go so slow, make you feel good til you’re cumming all over my cock.”

😵‍💫 😵‍💫

[wispstalk]

hunger

credit to @jiubilant for this excellent post which I used for the ritual aspects here

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Yenabi din-Amme communes quietly with her cardehn until the Commander’s son slumps over in her lap. He scowls, even as he dreams. She saved her prayers for this moment; had been counting on his falling asleep. Sitting vigil bores him.

She brings him because she likes his company, likes running her fingers through his close-shorn hair as she turns the fingerbones over in her other hand. When she explained, the first time, that the door kept her connected to her kin, he glanced back at the Commander’s tent, and said, What for?

Away from the great camps of the Zainab, her waiting door is paltry and multipurpose. Cookfire for her stew pot and calcinator, light to work by night, gateway to the beyond. Her offerings lie on unconsecrated ground, and instead of great ponderous strings of fingerbones she has only three: her grandmother’s, which she brought with her to the Rootless band, and those of her brother and cousin, who brought her.

She crushes a coal between her fingers and smudges the fine black grit on the boy’s forehead. He stirs, grunts, paws at his face, but he does not wake.

You wish to claim her? comes the voice of gaha Mamea, her cardehn.

“Him,” she corrects gently. He is often taken for a boy, and he seems to prefer it that way. “What kind of man he will be, I don’t know. An ingrate, like.”

She feels the ripple of all her ancestors’ laughter around her, like the crackling of resinous twigs, for all understand that it is the business of the living to be ingrates.

Yena hopes, of course, that he will be a healer. It’s extraordinary, the crackle of magic in this little form, the quickness with which he learns her arts. He sets to any practice like a starveling to a feast.

But there is much to learn in a mercenary camp, and she is not his only teacher. That sword, so big he straps it to his back to keep it from dragging in the ash, lies just beyond the firelight in a clump of scrub grass. He will not be without it.

It is not for her to decide. But she can hope.

He is no orphan, observes her brother.

If she were bolder, he would be. She traces the fresh scar, the Commander’s work, where it mars his cheek. “Times and times I’ve told you, you’ll get no niece or nephew out of me.”

Warmth on her skin, wordless and fond. Quarrels have a way of passing through the waiting door as toothless as the ones who once fed them.

“Just watch him, I ask you. If not you, then another. Have we many kin to share.”

The fire gutters like a creature stirring, and the air swirls thick around her, and she closes her eyes and feels them— all their countless numbers— curious and proud and fretful, pressing in close for a glimpse through the flickering light. They will not turn him away, she knows. The dead are ravenous for the living.

Yena fishes into her hip pouch for a pot of corkbulb salve and a suture needle, to numb and prick his finger. She takes the bead of blood onto her thumb, carefully, like a precious jewel. Licks it clean. Now he is as much a part of her as any of them.

“Tanis,” she whispers into the fire, and all the voices echo his name in welcome.

[tickly-stuff]

Does that tickle?

the champions💪🏽🧠🕸️

GUYS IM STILL ALIVE

a drabble that I wrote at 11:33 pm🤷🏽‍♀️

Enjoy if you’d like!!😚

DISCLAIMER: this is really really REALLY old and i don’t feel like editing it 😭😭😭

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“Ah! Riri don’t doho that!”

Riri rolled her eyes and shot her hand down from Miles hip in an attempt to seem innocent, but the smile on her face didn’t lie.

“I’m not doing anything! I’m sitting here just like you. How dare you accuse me of anything!?” Riri declared as she crossed her arms and looked at Miles up and down with fake offense.

Miles scoffed and narrowed his eyes and went back to indulge in his phone, giving the girl genius a suspicious look every now and then. Then he felt the sensation again as he jumped up in response.

“Riri quihit it!”

“Quit what? This? Does that tickle?” The girl asked as she started to squeeze his hips, sending more electric shocks to the poor Spider-Man repeatedly.

“AHA! Rihirihi I’m not plahaying!” Miles jumped as he tried to squirm away from his spot on the couch while swatting her hands away. But it seemed that everywhere Miles went, Riri followed.

“So it’s true! Mikes Morales is ticklish!! What if M. O. R. D. O. K found out!? He has psychic powers y’know.” The girl genius teased as she tried to grab his wrists. All she did was accidentally brush along Miles’ hand.

“GAHA! RIhirihi cHihiLl!!” The poor boy exclaimed as he squeezed his eyes shut and scrunched up his nose wearing a smile that could light up a room.

“Noho way! Ticklish hands? Who'd a thunk!” She declared as she laughed along with him at the sight and began to lightly trace circles on his palm while Miles threw his head back and practically just let it happen.

“RIHIRI THAHAT TIHIHICKLES!!!” Mikes cried out as he felt himself slipping off the couch.

“Oh really? I didn’t notice. kitchy kitchy coo!” She said as she scratched at the palm in a voice that was way too calm to be tickling the h-e double hockey sticks out of someone right now.

“OHOH MY GAHASH!” was all he could get out without landing on the ground with a THUMP!

The tickling ceased for a moment as Riri popped her head from over the couch having a laughing attack as well.

“Yohou ohohokay?” She asked, lending a hand to the superhero.

“Yeheah I’m good.” He responded as he climbed back up the couch. There was silence for a moment as Miles looked over and saw Riri smiling to herself.

“What are you thinking about?” he questioned.

“Nothin’. Boring nerd stuff.” She replied with a poke to Miles side. He chuckled and looked at the floor.

“Hey, I’m dumb but not that dumb.” He said with a nudge to Riri’s side earning a yelp. His eyes lit up with a “No way.”

“Wait! Miles! nOHOHO-!”

[zzzaaaa]

The Tap-Dancing Mind

(Self-deprecation at its finest, June 2018)

“Oh, um you go”

“no ,you.”

“ooh oh ok yeah , thanks.”

“Oh no you’re welcome.”

Clears throat. “Yeah how’s your day?”

“Good”

“nice , yeah that’s good.” .....~silence~ being awkward is a fucking trip and a half. It’s like you’re always in a state of transiency—sure my body and face are in place, however my mind is looking down at me dancing with tap shoes , mocking my inaccessibility. Right before I talk to most people, my stomach clenches , oil glands open, and my tapdancin mind drifts above me , leaving me to stammers and blank thoughts after blank thoughts. Most times, the best access to continual conversation is my environment : I see something around us which interests me, simply to state “oh wow that squirrel looks interesting.” ..heh, cue nervous laughter, meanwhile the person just doesn’t respond because why the fuck would you? Or they graciously give me a pity nod, cuing my nerves to increase and desire to tuck and roll immediately.

Or perhaps a very clever person I have the chance to talk to gives me room to expand , cuing more nerves at this unprecedented offer, paving way for more nonsense to spew out my mouth: “ha yeah cuz squirrels are like pretty cool animals, it’s just that one is , ya know um, we’ll gaha , I guess I don’t know ..interesting ..”slowly looks down.

I will say there is a silver lining to being awkward and that’s my ability to listen. Sit me down with flappy lips and I’m appreciative of their cohesive thoughts and nonstop vernacular. Most times I genuinely take in what they have to say, although I have moments of self-reflection —“what the hell went wrong with me?” The tap dance begins. That’s when they intuitively stop talking and wonder if I can chime in—“haha, yeah yeah, interesting interesting...”eyes roll up to the fricken tap-dancing mind once again leaving my body to the silence of my impended awkwardness.

Now, when awkward flirts with a crush, a real crush too, like someone that you’re fond of for many reasons, the tap dancing mind leaves the room and I’m forced to breathe through sheer nerves masked by instant friend-zoning behavior. I might think, “here’s the time to really impress my crush with all ideas, facts, and stories i have bottled up in some dusty corner of my mind,” only to make statements without much room to walk in.

“Hey how’s your day?” They might ask.

“Oh you know, ha, fine. Did you know that , um, huh, you know, I forgot what I was going to say.” Mind? Mind? Where the fuck are you?? Get back here. As my eyes shift back and forth, I only see the boredom arise and my only salvage is to hope they can talk a shit ton about their day.

Now if a crush compliments me, my awkwardness is fully bare, “you’re so cute,” one crush once told me out of the seemingly blue. So my immediate, visceral reaction is to “hahahaha, ah yeah... yeah,” heaving. My go to response, wait for it, “My feet have bunions so uh you know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.” Kills the moment almost to the point where any energy that may have been attracted between us repels to nearly dead-air.

If love doesn’t kill, awkwardness will. You’d think when awkward meets awkward it’s kind of like love at first sight? Well they’re both true in the sense that they bring false hope. When two awkward people interact, we get a glimpse into truly viewing ourselves outside of ourselves, and begin hating each stutter, nervous laughter, gangly gesture, and unclear thoughts even more. Sure this person gets me, and we can sit in low-discomfort levels of silence for quite some time, however our spurts of ideas fused with excitement trail off in t-minus 30seconds post-expression because neither party can add much more to the conversation:

sits in silence for a few minutes, then suddenly “oh!! So I was reading the other day that our brain consolidates memories differently each time we share them out loud, which makes it hard for us to truly remember the fine and accurate details of a memory!!”

“Oh wow?Really?? Huh. I wonder how many memories of mine are more false than true !”

“Yeah!! I wonder too.., yeah, I was just like wow.”

“Ha, yeah..wow.”....looks down and to the side.

Nonetheless , this awkward bond does unify our tapdancin minds above to wonder “why the hell do we exist?” Like why and how has being awkward continued the survival of our species? We offer no benefit to conversation and quite frankly we offend people just enough to run off inside their own minds and wonder “why the hell is this person looking at me with bugged-eyes and flared nostrils? What did I ever do to them?”

[veryblushyswitch]

If you told them you liked tickling~

✨ MHA Girls Part 1 ✨

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Uraraka~

*This gif represents her reaction. 💖

*Immediately grabs you into a hug and sneaks a few side squeezes.

“So that’s why you always seem so happy whenever we tickle you!”

*Asks a lot about how you realized you loved it, your comfort level with it, lots of questions regarding your relationship with tickling.

*Very understanding even with the things she may not completely get.

*But she agrees it’s a fun activity. She likes being on the ler end most of the time though.

*A very sweet and sneaky ler.

*Loves to play wrestle as a way of “training” so tickles are incorporated with that a lot more now.

*Definitely says “Tickle~ Tickle~ Tickle~” while tickling you.

*She gets so flustered if you do it to her, however.

*Giving Uraraka raspberries gets you the most contagious and adorable laughter.

*She squeaks a lot too if you poke her sides.

“GAHA! Dohon’t!”

“Don’t what?”

“I am not falling for that!”

*She only likes being tickled for a certain amount of time and when she’s in certain moods.

*She likes it when she needs a pick me up for small issues or when she’s in a playful mood.

*Uraraka is a very great person to talk to. She even convinces you to tell the other members of the Dekusquad.

*They’re all so accepting and sweet about it too.

“See. I told you it’d be okay. Deku loves being tickled too so you have someone to talk to about it with.”

“Don’t say that out loud!” *cue really blushy and flustered Deku*

“See I told you.” *wiggles her fingers at him*

“Uraraka I swear-”

*Aftercare from Uraraka is her bringing you water each and every time even if you say you aren’t thirsty.

*Along with cuddles and/or watching a movie.

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Mina~

*Fangirls for a moment over how you could possibly get any cuter.

*The conversation would’ve happened after a tickle fight between you two when she notices how you never tell her to stop when she tickles you.

*Mina is a very affectionate person with her friends in general and tickles you a lot. It wasn’t a surprise when you told her.

*It took her a second to understand how much you really love it, but that made you more adorable in her eyes.

*This gave her yet another reason to tickle you among a million others.

*You both end up realizing you’re both switches when it comes to tickling.

*This leads to sooooo many tickle fights. So many.

*Her favorite place to tickle you are your ribs. She loves to count them out loud and mess up along the way. She gets Denki and/or Sero to help her out with this sometimes.

*You’re also a terrifying yet really playful ler duo.

*Like Uraraka, she helps you talk to others about it when you’re comfortable.

*She helps you tell the Bakusquad, and oh boy. The amount of tickle fights that happened after that.

*They’re a very tickle friendly group and after you told your secret, Kirishima and Denki revealed they feel the same way. Sero admitted that it is really fun making his friends laugh, and Bakugou grunted before saying, “It’s not the most horrible thing.”

*Mina likes to teach you dances when you two hang out and if you mess up or shes “checking your balance” she gives you pokes along your back.

*Tickling her is a fight in itself. She doesn’t not like being tickled, but she will make you fight to get her laughing.

*Tries to hold in her laughter before it all explodes and she’s all giggly.

*Doesn’t talk much when being tickled, mostly laughs freely.

*However, she does say stuff like, “I’m so getting you back for this!” or “Just you wait till I tickle you back!”

*I feel like she has a really ticklish stomach. That being said, if you claw her stomach she’s gone.

*It’s her biggest weakness. She secretly kinda loves it but only for a little bit before it gets too much.

*Her aftercare is a lot of affirmations. Saying that you did a great job and telling you how adorable you are.

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Momo~

*She first tells you how proud of you she is that you told her your secret.

*She’s also very interested in learning all about the community and terms. As well as the science behind it. She genuinely listens and takes notes in a little notebook which is now reserved for tickle stuff.

*She mentions how she loves to tickle Jirou and hear her laugh. She also mentions how Jirou seems to like being tickled like you too. But she’s way more shy about it.

*Momo is more of a gentle ler. Using gentle scratches and scribbles as well as pokes. She gently squeezes your sides and torso too but likes to keep it light.

*If you have ticklish knees, she adores how much you giggle when she does the exploding spider technique. She’ll sneak a squeeze to your knee here and there to make you squeak.

*If she ever hears you snort, she’d die right on the spot she thinks it’s the cutest noise ever.

“Don’t be embarrassed! It’s the most adorable sound. I’d love to hear it again but if you’re not comfortable with that I understand.”

*Always asks about boundaries before, during and after tickles. Makes sure you’re always comfortable.

*If she saw you were sad, she’ll ask if you want tickles or to be left alone. And if you want tickles, if you want gentle or more rough tickles.

*Such a cozy person when it comes to aftercare.

*Cuddles with you and lightly scratches your head.

*In general, Momo loves playing with your hair and will sneak a few tickles in there now and then.

*Ticking her is such a cute experience.

*She giggles until you get to a really bad spot.

*Never really protests but does say stuff like, “That really tickles!” or “I’m really ticklish there!”

*She snorts but they’re the little ones that come out if she’s been laughing for a while.

*Commenting on how cute they are will make her cover her face.

*You both have safe words that tell you of the other person needs a break or is completely done.

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[mischiefm4n4ged]

Wolfstar | Queen

Just watched a tiktok of a crowd singing bohemian rhapsody and I JUST NEED TO WRITE THIS…

[remus saves money to buy tickets for queen and surprise Sirius. Emotional ending. Not proof read.]

Remus knows how badly Sirius loves Queen and he has so little knowledge about the band except the music. Naturally in that case, Sirius doesn’t know that there is going to be a concert in a few months where they will perform his favorite songs. There’s barely any concerts in the wizarding world and the few shows are at most a few hundred people. Sirius was never brought to those shows anyways because his parents found them improper and impure.

Remus being the best loving boyfriend he is works hard for an entire summer, 40+ hours a week at random part time jobs around his town. Just to save enough money to for at least one ticket, even if he couldn’t go himself, he wants Sirius to have an amazing experience with or without him. He wouldn’t worry too much because Sirius being Sirius would bring home 5 new muggle friends by the end of the concert.

That summer would be busy and he would receive letters from Sirius and James and Peter asking if he is alive. Which he would respond to with “yeah, I’m busy.” And “no I can’t come to your house this summer James.” And “I miss you too Sirius, I promise I’ll make it up for you.”

Anyways, summer ends and Remus is back to hogwarts. He immediately goes to mcgonagall to ask for permission to leave the grounds on the day of the ticket release. Which he was allowed after some arguing and pleading. Remus checked on the money every night and morning, he had saved for two tickets and more and was keeping them safe like his life depends on it.

Sirius would see him being sneaky and question his behavior which Remus would stutter and kiss away in panic. James and Peter noticed it too after a few weeks and Remus would just say “it’s a werewolf thing.” and they would leave him alone.

As the countdown to the ticket sale came down to days, Remus was jittery and nervous. He wanted the tickets with his entire heart and he decided to go the night before and stand in line. He sneaked out of the dorm after stealing James’ invisibility cloak. The link was already forming and Remus had never been more thankful for his never-ending anxiety.

“Two tickets for queen please, as close to the stage as possible” Remus said and reached for his money (he couldn’t find them A/N: no just kidding gaha) and with shaky hands handed them to the man.

“Front row seats! Here’s your tickets young lad! If you go around the corner you’ll find a pop up shop of merchandise, feel free to buy them now, they will not be around at the day of the show! Next!” The man said and Remus nodded and thanked him as he carefully tucked the tickets in his wallet and then sealed it with magic. (He is like 17 already).

Remus had a few pounds left and imagined the look on Sirius’ face if he got him a T-shirt with the band. He smiled to himself and bought the shirt with the last of the money.

Back at hogwarts, Remus sat on his bed and waited for Sirius to get back from quidditch practice. He heard murmur and the door opened the second he successfully tucked away the shirt behind his pillows.

“REMUS LUPIN! YOUVE BEEN GONE ALL NIGHT AND YOU DARE STAND THERE AND SMIRK?” Sirius shouted as he spotted Sirius. Remus smile faltered a bit from the shock, he hadn’t though this through but is it his fault he was so excited.

“Uhhh…James give us a moment…” Remus said and James rolled his eyes and left.

“What? Aren’t you going to explain yourself?” Sirius asked and blew hair away from his face.

“Yes. Come here first. Sit.”

“I’m not a dog— fine.” Sirius rolled his eyes and Remus chuckled. “not even a note?!”

“First of all.. here” Remus handed him a hair tie and Sirius huffed as he put his hair up.

“I’m growing impatient.”

“Oh please wait a moment…” Remus sat across Sirius and nervously fiddled with his clothes and hair. Sirius knew it was important now.

“What’s wrong? Did something actually happen?” Sirius covered his mouth in horrid.

“No no! Listen… do you know what a concert is?”

“Yes it’s like a show where people sing to other people.”

“Ok so I know you’re not that familiar with muggle—“ Sirius glared at him and Remus laughed nervously, “I mean you’ve never been to a concert before.”

“Aaaand?”

“And you like queen?”

“Only if we are talking about the band yes. Come on moony. Tell me. I’m going mad.”

“Ok ok so I kind like… I got us front tickets to see queen…?” Remus said and cursed himself as It came out all stutters and nervously.

“What?! Like IN REAL LIFE?” Sirius jumped off the bed still in disbelief.

“Yes…?” Remus held up the tickets and wondered why everything came out as a question.

“MERLINS BLOODY PANTS WHAT” Sirius observed the tickets as if they would disappear.

“I also got you something else…?” Remus said, still shaking but relieved that it was finally out. He pulled out the shirt and unfolded it in front of Sirius.

“Remus…I-” Sirius laughed nervously and grabbed the shirt, his eyes filling with tears for a moment.

“Do you like it?” Remus asked and Sirius nodded too stunned to speak.

“I love it, I…this is amazing, you are amazing.” Sirius jumped and hugged Remus tightly, spreading light kisses on his face.

“Wait how did you pay for all this?” Sirius asked, Remus shrugged.

“Don’t worry about that. Let’s say it’s my birthday gift to you.” Remus said knowing damn well it was a lie and he would buy him something else then.

At the concert, Sirius and Remus stood in the front of the crowd with Freddie leaning down and interacting with them. Every time he made eye contact with them Sirius would cling to Remus’ clothes in disbelief.

“I LOVE THIS GUY” Sirius shouted to Remus who laughed, happy at the excitement.

“They’re gonna sing one of the best songs they have now…” Remus said as he heard on of the fans behind him say. There was thousands of people and Sirius had been wowed as he expected only a few hundreds.

Bohemian rhapsody played and soon the entire audience was singing as loud as they can, even over Freddie himself. Remus pulled Sirius closer by the waist, not caring that he was in public he just wanted his boyfriend close. They both sang as loud as they could.

“Mama…I don’t wanna die, I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all…” Sirius looked up at Remus as that line passed, his eyes filling with tears, their foreheads pressed together.

“Moony…” he whispered but Remus heard him anyways, from the way his lips moved. “I love you…” sirius said as loud as he could and the tears started running down his cheeks. Remus smiled widely, wanting to savor the moment. The first time he hears Sirius say the L word to him.

“I love you padfoot…” Remus says once he had eye contact with him. His own eyes welled a bit.

“Can you kiss me?” Sirius asked, unfamiliar with muggle laws. Remus nodded and leaned in, kissing him passionately and the whole world faded away.

When they separated they glanced at the stage and Mercury was pointing at them and singing, he winked. Sirius jumped in excitement again, his cheeks still wet from the crying.

Remus and Sirius had the best of time, and would never forget that moment.

[tickly-trashcan]

Vengeance {Xingyun}

A/N: hello, jai aka anzynai. I have come to deliver your request hehe. i think this is my first time writing a fic for these two together, it was a lot of fun~ I hope you enjoy and remember to stay hydrated!

Summary: Chongyun is sick of being tickled by Xingqiu, and he decides to try and get him back.

Word Count: 1k (under the cut)

“Xingqiu! Stahahahap! I’m gohohonna dieee!” Chongyun wailed, thrashing around underneath Xingqiu as he scribbled his fingers across the claymore users ribs.

“Boo, you’re not gonna die. But fine, I suppose you could use a break,” Xingiu quipped, grinning widely before hopping off of his boyfriend, chuckling as he walked away. 

Chongyun grumbled, pulling out a popsicle and nibbled on it, stewing in frustration as Xingqiu had tickled him nearly to tears the third time that week. It wasn’t fair, he could never get back at Xingqiu for his tickles and pranks, so he just had to deal with them and stuff a popsicle in his mouth after to control his yang energy.

He had complained to Xiangling and Xinyan about it, but they had… minimal advice. 

Xiangling had told him to cook up a bunch of carrots and force-feed them to Xingqiu, but he was sure that he would never be forgiven if he did that.

Xinyan had told him that he should wait until Xingqiu is fast asleep, then yell in his ear to startle him awake. She said there’s nothing like a good scare to knock some sense into people, but Xingqiu was one of the deepest sleepers Chongyun had ever encountered.

As Chongyun continued to ponder on ways to get back at his mischievous boyfriend, Xingqiu pulled out his book and laid down on his stomach next to Chongyun. He looked over at Chongyun and smirked.

“How’s that popsicle?”

Chongyun sighed. “Same as always. Y’know, I’m starting to have a very limited supply because of you!”

Xingqiu only laughed, turning back to his book as Chongyun tucked away the popsicle stick, glaring at Xingqiu. As he stared at him, he noticed a leaf fall from the tree down onto the back of Xingqiu’s neck.

Chongyun reached out and grabbed the leaf gently, trying not to disturb Xingqiu’s reading. He might’ve been a little upset with him for having tickled him, but he wasn’t about to disturb his boyfriend’s favorite hobby.

He wasn’t expecting, however, for Xingqiu to flinch and swat at his hand. Chongyun raised an eyebrow.

“Are you alright? I was just getting rid of the leaf.”

“Ah… there was a leaf? Sorry, I thought you were… never mind.”

Chongyun cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Thought I was what?”

Xingqiu leaned closer to the book, pretending to be engrossed as Chongyun frowned. He reached for Xingqiu’s neck again, swiping his finger across it as Xingqiu flinched again, reaching back to swat at his hand again.

“Was there a leaf again?” Xingqiu asked, and Chongyun didn’t respond. Chongyun slowly put some of the pieces together, and his eyes widened.

“Wait, you’re ticklish?!” 

Xingqiu jolted at the word and slammed his book shut, whipping his head around to look at Chongyun.

“I’m not! I just… I don’t like people touching my neck!” Xingqiu stammered, though his face grew redder with every word. Chongyun chuckled dryly.

“So you’re telling me… that you’ve tickled me half to death nearly every day just for fun and you’re ticklish yourself? When were you planning on telling me??” Chongyun said, scooting closer to Xingqiu, who backed up.

“I… I didn’t-”

Chongyun pounced on Xingiu, who let out a yelp, followed by a frantic string of giggles as Chongyun scribbled his fingers against Xingqiu’s sides.

“You are ticklish! So you lied about it too, huh? Oh, you’re so in for it,” Chongyun said, Xingqiu shaking his head as he wailed.

“Nohohohoho! Plehehehease, Chongyun! I’m sohohohorry!”

Chongyun ignored Xingqiu’s pleas, he was dead set on getting revenge for all the times that he had been tormented. He climbed up to Xingqiu’s ribs, digging into every single one as his boyfriend squawked beneath him, laughing.

Chongyun had heard Xingqiu laugh before, sure, but it was mostly an amused chuckle or a short, proper laugh. But right now, he had some of the most outrageous laughter Chongyun had ever heard. It was shrieky, loud, and rather opposite of Xingqiu's normal personality.

“I didn’t mehehehehean it! Plehehease, no mohohore!”

“Nuh-uh, I’m gonna tickle you just as long as you’ve tickled me. How long was it a few moments ago… five minutes? Ten? I wonder if you’ll be able to even last that long,” Chongyun jeered, feeling confident now that he had the upper hand on Xingqiu. Xingqiu squealed, followed by a snort as Chongyun chuckled.

Chongyun pinched lightly at Xingqiu’s tummy, making him squeal as he grabbed onto Chongyun’s wrists, trying to pull his hands off as he prodded at the lower part. Xingqiu laughed loudly when Chongyun started to experimentally knead his hips, drawing out more hysterical noises as he worked.

Xingqiu wailed, wiggling around frantically as Chongyun went back to his ribs, climbing higher and higher until he reached his uppermost rib, where Xingqiu’s laughter became desperate.

“Chohohohongyun!! GAHa! Not thehehehere!” Xingqiu cackled when Chongyun dug his hands under Xingqiu’s arms. He scribbled his fingers around, making Xingqiu arch his back as he laughed.

“Not where? Not here? Hmm… let’s see how bad it is first, alright?”

“NohohohOHOHO!” Xingqiu’s laughter slowly escalated, to the point where it was mostly squeals and shrieks as Chongyun rubbed his thumbs into the hollows of Xingqiu’s armpits. His face was bright red at this point, and his dimples were showing from how wide he was smiling. Chongyun slowed down a bit, staring at Xingqiu for a few moments as he cackled loudly.

“I cahahahahan’t -- I can’t breheheheathe! Plehehease, stop!” Xingqiu gasped out, and Chongyun pulled his hands away, watching as Xingqiu came down from his giggle high and caught his breath.

“Thahat was… evil,” Xingqiu wheezed, and Chongyun crossed his arms, frowning.

“Yeah, well you do it to me all the time! It’s about time you had a taste of your own medicine!”

Xingqiu chuckled softly, nodding his head. “I suppose I did have that coming… Although, dear Chongyun, did you think that tickling me would make me stop?”

Chongyun looked down at Xingqiu in confusion, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean - WAhahaha! Nohohoho, that’s not fahahahair!”

Chongyun fell backwards off of Xingqiu as he squeezed his hips, following him and scribbling his short nails across Chongyun’s tummy.

“Ah, my dear Chongyun, you’re too naive~”

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

I Am Satisfied With My Care

@stray-tickles @shyleeswitch

Description: Hiro Hamada is feeling depressed on his brother’s birthday, and his friends know of a great way to cheer him up

Warnings: none really, starts out kinda sad but turns into full on fluff pretty fast. Tword!

The day was rainy, and almost as gray as Hiro’s mood.

Today was supposed to be his brother Tadashi’s birthday, and the reminder had been hanging over his head the entire week.

His friends, remembering the date and guessing that their friend wouldn’t be feeling well that day, had come over with brownies (which weren’t very good because Fred had spilled the sugar container when trying to measure out a cup, so there was about half a bag too much sugar in them, but it was the thought that counted).

After a few hours of hanging out, Wasabi noticed that Hiro had excused himself to the bathroom about half an hour ago. After snooping around for a couple minutes, Wasabi and Baymax discovered him in his room, watching something on the tv. Upon further inspection (snooping), Wasabi realized what it was.

Hiro was watching home movies of Tadashi.

On the screen, Tadashi was blowing out the candles of his eighth birthday cake, and a little Hiro was grinning in the background. Little Hiro started to reach for the cake, and Tadashi poked him in the stomach to keep him back, causing little Hiro to giggle. Eight year old Tadashi then began to tickle him, and tiny little Hiro began to squeal and laugh adorably.

“I do not understand,” Hiro whipped his head around when Baymax spoke. “Why are you laughing in the video?”

Wasabi noticed Hiro trying to discreetly wipe the tears from his cheek.

“Tadashi was tickling him,” Wasabi didn’t notice that Honeylemon had come up beside him until she spoke. Wasabi saw that the rest of the group had also quietly slipped in.

“I do not know this term,” Baymax spoke again.

“Some people are sensitive to touches in specific areas, usually their stomach, feet, knees, armpits, neck, sides, things like that. And if they’re touched their, it makes them laugh,” Gogo explained.

Baymax pondered this for a long moment.

“Laughing is an excellent way to boost mental health,” he said at last. “I will add ‘tickling’ to my healthcare database.”

“I can think of someone who could use some cheering up right about now,” Fred piped up, a grin spreading across his face.

Hiro’s eyes widened, sensing the playful meaning behind his friend’s words.

“Yeah, Baymax, I think it’s time you tried out your new healthcare information on Hiro,” Wasabi said.

“Nononono, guys, yohou really don’t need to,” Hiro was already giggling nervously, eyeing his robot friend warily.

“Laughter will help boost endorphins, improving your emotional state,” Baymax stated, waddling his way over to where Hiro sat. “You are my patient. I must make sure you stay mentally healthy.”

“Thahat’s ok buddy, I’m alright,” Hiro was starting to scoot back along the floor.

“Oh no you don’t,” Fred stepped up next to Hiro and knocked him back, pinning his wrists down on the ground. “Get him Baymax! Tickle him!”

Baymax leaned over Hiro, and experimentally poked him in the stomach. Hiro let out a yelp and began to squirm.

“Did I hurt you, Hiro?” Baymax asked, concerned.

“No Baymax, that’s just one of the sounds you make when your ticklish,” Fred explained, grinning.

Baymax, satisfied with this assurance, began to poke and wiggle his gentle, balloon-like fingers all over Hiro’s stomach.

“GAHA, Bayhamax STAHAP IT!” Hiro squealed, squirming and laughing.

Baymax was unfazed.

“I cannot deactivate until you say, “I am satisfied with my care”,” he reminded Hiro.

“IHI’M SATI—AHH! BAHAYMAX!” Hiro didn’t even get halfway through his sentence before Baymax started poking his finger around Hiro’s knees, collapsing the poor kid into another loud bout of laughter.

“What was that, Hiro?”

If Hiro didn’t know any better, he’d say Baymax was teasing him.

“IhI said I’m-“ Hiro didn’t even get to start the sentence this time before he was interrupted when Baymax started digging his fingers in his ribs, making him cackle wildly. Something about Baymax’s thick, balloony fingers made the tickling A THOUSAND times better worse.

Hiro laughed and squirmed and squealed as Baymax explored every one of his ticklish spots, from knees, to neck, to armpits, to stomach, going back and forth, from one to the other, until Hiro’s laughter went silent.

Finally, Baymax pulled back, concerned.

“Hiro, are you alright,”

Hiro let out a few giggles before saying quietly,

“Ihi’m satisfied with my care.”

And with the smile that graced his features, all of his friends could tell that he really was.

[byronblogs]

Squealing Santa 2020- Cheating

“You should have thought about that before you cheated.” Iida shows Kaminari what happens when he cheats. @tickly-floof @ticklygiggles  

Kaminari finally succeeds in cheating on his Hero History test when it rubs Iida the wrong way, punishment ensues. (He is the Class Rep and all.) Fandom; BNHA/MHA

A/N: Sorry that the characterization might not be great, but I figured it was pretty close for someone who hasn't written anything creative for months😁 hope you like it! Merry Christmas❤

    For once in a lifetime, Class 1-A was actually warned about a test before Aizawa Sensei walked into class with the paperwork in one hand and a sleeping bag in the other. Everyone had prepared differently, some spent a whole week pouring over assignments and textbooks, some let it slip into the background and crammed at the last minute, and some decided they could sneak past the Class Rep while he was leading a study group and steal the answers. Kaminari thought he was smart, and he spent a good hour patting himself on the back for getting the test copy without his teacher or Iida noticing. 

    Normally, Kaminari would have shared, if he was honest he intended to, but he was already so impressed with his expertly executed recon mission that he didn’t want Mina to accidentally say something at the wrong time or have Mineta find out and bribe him for answers. Yes, Normally he would have shared, but a success like this was hardly normal. 

    Kaminari’s second success was when he somehow managed to sneak his answers into the class and turn in his test without revealing himself. He was sure that at this point, Aizawa was either letting it slide or losing his touch. 

    Not more than a day later did the tests come back, and kaminari could not have been happier. He’d thrown a few answers to look less suspicious and managed to land himself a solid B, the highest grade he’d had in years. He was so busy fawning over it in the dorms that he never even noticed Mina come up behind him in the dining area. 

    “Is that your test, Kami? Ooh! Let me see, let me see! Did you flunk it too?” Mina had pulled the test from his hands before he could even react to her presence, thankfully she was out of the way before a startled shock jumped between his fingertips. 

    “Woah! Hey, lay off!” Kaminari twisted in his chair as he tried to grab his test back, “Be careful, you’ll crumple it!”

    “You say that like you wanna tape it to the fridge, what did you get, an F minus?” Mina giggled, using one hand to push Kami away and the other to hold the paper up as she scanned it, “Woah! What the hell, Kami!? How’d you get a B?” Kaminari nearly fell out of his chair when she removed her hand from his face to cradle the test in both hands.

    “You what?” Iida’s voice echoed through the room as he stood up on the other side of the table where he, Midoriya, Todoroki, and Yaoyorozu had been going over their grades. The Rest of the class must have been off doing the same in the solitude of their rooms.

    “Nice work Kaminari!” Midoriya cheered from his seat, ever encouraging. Several positive reactions came from around the room as Bakugou appeared seemingly out of nowhere to tear the paper from Mina’s hands.

    “Damn, Sparky, not bad, you cheat or something?” Bakugou scoffed, eyebrows quirked as he scanned the test over before Iida stomped over and took the test as well, earning an indignant growl from the blond.

    “Precisely my question,” Iida frowned over the test before narrowing his eyes at Kaminari, “Cheating is forbidden in all testing environments,if you achieved this grade through dis-honest means-”

    “Woah woah woah! Everybody slow down, I didn’t cheat! I just studied! Can we please just stop playing Ring Around the Rosie with my test?” Kaminari begged, speaking a little too quickly as he leapt from his seat to grab his test, only for Iida to catch his wrist.

    “Oh, I don’t think so, you never study, especially of your own accord. Don’t lie to me. Did. You. Cheat?” Iida seemed more bristled than usual, his frown deeper and his height towering. 

    “Jeez, Iida, let me have this!”

    “Answer the question.”

    “I- well…” Kaminari gulped, “Okay fine! Yes, I cheated, but I think I should be getting a pat on the back anyway,do you know how hard it was to sneak past you and Aizawa Sensei? My recon skills should be applauded!” He pulled his wrist from Iida’s grip and threw his hands in the air, pouting.

    “Kaminari!” Iida chastised, “You are a student of UA, you should be holding yourself to a higher standard than this!”

    “Calm down, Iida! It’d just one stupid test!” Kaminari held his hands out defensively as Iida started stepping closer, Kami stepping back. At this point, everyone had grown quiet. Bakugou had stepped back to watch the show, Mina simply taking a seat on the table to stay out of the fray, and the study group in the corner sharing looks, wondering if they should be breaking this up.

    Nobody had ever seen Iida this angry, however, nobody had ever successfully cheated on a test either, “It is not just a ‘stupid test!’” Iida’s voice had yet to raise, but it certainly seemed more strained as he stepped forward, jabbing a finger at Kaminari with every step as the test crumpled in his other hand. “As Class Rep, it is my job to ensure that 1-A is holding a standard and behaving as future heroes should, and as of this moment you have done nothing but shatter that image!”

    Iida had backed Kami into a wall, leaving the boy nowhere to go but sideways, causing Iida’s poke to miss its mark on Kami’s chest and land on his side instead. It was the strangled yelp that left Kaminari’s throat that seemed to sober Iida for a moment.

    “Kaminari?” His voice was calmer, concerned as he scanned over his classmate, “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”

    “Nope! I mean! Uh-” he swallowed, “I’m fine! All good! I would like to leave this conversation though, so if you don’t mind-” Kami moved to pass Iida, a faint blush on his cheeks, only for the taller boy to gently push him back into the wall by his shoulder and reach for his side.

    “Absolutely not. You don’t have much of an honesty streak going,and if you’re hurt your injuries should be addressed!” Iida gingerly started squeezing Kaminari’s side, searching for whatever injury caused his outcry, paying careful attention to how the boy stiffened.

    “H-Hey! Easy, Iida, I told you, I’m fine!” Kami insisted, pushing at Iida’s hand, still firmly planted on his shoulder. “Seriously, man, just lay- Ah!” The squeak certainly caught Iida’s attention.

    “Is that where it hurts?” Iida questioned, gently pressing on the little spot beneath Kami’s ribs to feel for injuries.

    “No, Iida! Wahait!” Kami dipped his head low and pulled a leg up to his stomach as his giggle escaped, trying to block Iida’s fingers. 

    It took the Class Rep about ten seconds of confused staring to finally get it. “Oh.” The subtle grin that spread across Iida’s face was devilish, and his tone was no better, drawing Kami’s wide eyes up to meet his.

    “Oh god, don’t you dare.”

    “I think I dare.”

    The attack was sudden and brutal, the test still held between Iida’s hand and Kami’s shoulder was forgotten as the larger boy dug into Kami’s lower ribs, rippling his fingers up the boy’s ribcage as he squealed. 

    “Iida! No no no waIT! Gaha! Gehet ohohoff! Iida!” Kami flailed, floundering between pushing Iida away and slamming his arms down, eventually settling to slide down the wall and try to turn out of Iida’s gip, the test fluttering to the ground as his escape was cut short by a large arm pulling Kami’s back to Iida’s chest and digging into his ribs.

    “Well, I think I’ve just figured out how to discourage cheating in the class.” Iida proclaimed as he dove his second arm into the frey, scratching at Kami’s stomach. By now, the rest of the room had relaxed and started chuckling along, Bakugou grumbling something about wanting to see that fist fight and leaving for his room. Mina had taken to giggling hysterically and shouting tips from the sidelines, not that Iida was hearing any of it. #

    “Iidaha! Stohohop, oho my Gohohod! Plehease! I cahahan’t!” Kami kicked wildly as he clawed at the hands assaulting his torso, squeezing his eyes shut and slamming his head back against Iida’s shoulder.

    “Maybe you should have considered that before you cheated, after all, your plan was so well executed.” Iida spoke in Kami’s ear, causing the boy to crinkle his neck and pull his legs to his chest momentarily, a squeak breaking through his laughter. When holding his weight grew too distracting, Iida chose to sit down right where he was, trapping Kami in his lap as he counted up his ribs. 

    “Tell you what, if you can tell me the correct answer to one of these test questions without your cheat sheet, I’ll let you go. Sounds good?” 

    “Whahahat!? Nohohoho! I cahahan’t! Iidahaha, plehehease!” 

    “Great! Now, let’s see here…” Iida leaned to the left a little, peeking at a question on the first page, Kami had spent plenty of time staring at it, he must have learned something, “What President approved ‘Hero’ as a job in the states?”

    “Ihihi- ohoho gohod! Ihihi dohon’t know!” Kami started sliding down in Iida’s lap with his squirming, laughter bright if not a little panicked.

    “Sure you do! Guess.”

    “Uhuhum! K-Kehenedy?” he shrieked a little as Iida flipped him out of his lap and onto the floor, leaning over him as he started drilling into his hips. 

    “Not even close. Maybe you need some encouragement.” 

    “IHIHIIDAHA! Nohoho! Nohohot theheheHEHERE! Gehehet ohohohoff!” Little sparks started jumping from Kami’s hair and skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to be startling, so Iida pulled his hands away just in time for Kami to arch his back and kick the wall, connecting his heel right with a wall socket and promptly knocking out the power. For a moment, all you could hear was Kami’s huffing breaths and slowing yet hysterical giggles as he calmed down, this quiet was short-lived, however, as the whole room busted out laughing.

    “Oho my Gohod, Kami! What did you do?” Mina cackled, Midoriya wheezing like a dying seal in the corner, bent over the far end of the table. Even Todoroki was Chuckling wildly. 

    “What the FUCK, Sparky!?” Bakugou called from upstairs, presumably seething. Kaminari stopped sparking just as a glowing-eyed Aizawa walked into the room with his Capture Weapon gripped in his hands.

“What is going on in here!?”

    The chorus of different students laying out blame on Kami and Iida did the poor eclectic hero no good in his explanation of his test results.

[cobaltusami]

Tropical Vacation pt. 5

Hey hi hello! I'm back at it again with another chapter! I'm scheduling this one to post so I don't forget. I really really liked this one, I put two of my favorite ships In here because of course I did. Kuzuhina and Komanami honestly make my gay heart happy. <3

Characters In this part: Lee!Hajime, Ler!Fuyuhiko, Chiaki, Nagito, Chihiro

Word count: 2,177

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After the sun went down, Chihiro found that they couldn’t sleep, so they decided to sneak out of their room to go get something to drink. They took a detour down the stairs after they heard some soft murmuring coming from the lobby.

Upon investigating they found Chiaki playing video games while Nagito watched, chatting to her all the while. As they stepped closer to see what the game was, the floorboards creaked, Nagito and Chiaki’s attention snapped over to The Programmer who blushed in embarrassment for having interrupted them.

“I-I’m sorry! I was just on my way to get something to drink and… I was just curious what you were playing.” they sheepishly explained, looking down at the floor.

Chiaki smiled. “It’s okay,” she said softly, glancing back at the arcade machine. “I’m not sure what the game Is called, The letters are too faded for me to make out. You can come look If you want.”

“Ah! N-No I’ve distracted you enough, I don’t want to be In your way or anything.”

“Really, It’s okay.” She reassured them. “Come join us, Nagito doesn’t bite. If he says something that weirds you out, I’ll handle him.”

Nagito glanced at her nervously before looking at Chihiro. “Chiaki doesn’t bite either… She just tickles.” He smiled in exasperation.

Chihiro hesitated for a moment longer before approaching the two sitting on the bench.

It was a custom bench that Kazuichi made for her and Nagito. He made it after constantly seeing Chiaki sitting playing the game while Nagito either stood next to her or sat on the edge of the machine out of her way and watched. The two had become nearly inseparable over the last month, No one understood why. Chiaki never gave a straight answer when asked, always coming up with a joking answer to their question.

She scooted over, her leg pressing up against Nagito’s as she patted the seat next to her. He put his arm behind her back, his hand resting against the edge of the bench on the other side of her.

Chihiro sat down, studying the machine curiously. “What Is it like?”

“There’s a couple of games programmed into it, But this one is like Pac-man, with Monokuma’s head instead of Pacman. And the ghosts are different colored Usami’s.” Chiaki explained, hitting the start button on it.

The blue lights lit up the dim room and soft 8 bit sounds filled the quiet space, Chihiro smiled as they watched the game enthusiastically. It’s been so long since they’ve seen a video game.

After a few minutes Chiaki paused and turned to Chihiro. “Do you want to play?”

“Wh-What? No, I couldn’t. You’re playing, I don’t want to take over.”

“It’s no problem, It might be nice to watch someone else play for once.” she smiled, to get out of Chihiro’s way, she crawled up into Nagito’s lap, startling him. Apparently he had been zoning out.

“Are you sure…?”

“Mhm. Just hit that button to start.” She replied, pointing to the bright blue button.

Chihiro scooted over so that they were directly in front of the screen now, and hit the button to start. Instantly they were flooded with nostalgia as they remembered all those times they went to the arcade with friends.

They were pretty decent at the game too, once they figured out the A.I’s algorithm they were even able to get a high score.

“Wow, You beat one of my scores.” Chiaki remarked, surprised. Albeit pleasantly so.

“Ah! I-I’m sorry! You probably spent really long trying to fill up the leaderboard!”

“No, No, you’re okay. Really. It’s only a couple of numbers.” She reassured with a gentle smile. “I’m just glad you’re having fun… You really do apologize a lot, Don’t you?”

“I-I’m sorry.” Chihiro blushed. “W-Wait, No. I just… I guess I do apologize a lot… I’m sorr--”

Chiaki poked their side, causing them to squeak and stop mid apology. “That’s exactly my point. You don’t have to apologize so much… You’re okay.”

“Still, It’s impressive how quickly you were able to catch on to the A.I’s patterns and use It against It.” Nagito commented with a smile. “I guess that’s why you’re the Ultimate Programmer! You’re able to spot those things pretty easily I would imagine.”

Chihiro smiled sheepishly at the praise. “Yeah, I’m used to analyzing any kind of coding I can find. I like to deconstruct the coding and see how It works.”

“Kind of like Kazuichi when he finds something well built.” Chiaki replied, nodding In understanding.

“I’m glad there’s someone else here that understands these video games and how they work, I’m pretty useless when It comes to them.”

Chiaki narrowed her eyes as she turned to look at Nagito. “You aren’t useless.”

“Ah! Nonono- I didn’t mean It like that! I just meant I’m not good at games!” He quickly put his hands up in defense.

“I’ve got my eyes on you…” Chiaki mumbled, slowly looking away from him.

Chihiro giggled at the two, blushing and squeaking when they realized that they had giggled out loud and Chiaki and Nagito were now looking at them. “I-I’m sorry! I just-- eep!”

They yelped as Chiaki squeezed their side. “Stop apologizing, I mean It. If you apologize one more time, I’ll give you the same treatment I give him when he talks badly about himself.” She warned playfully.

“O-Okay, S-Sor…” They stopped themselves.

Chiaki climbed out of Nagito’s lap as he went to stand up and stretch. “Hey, You wanna try a multiplayer game?” She asked, Chihiro nodded eagerly and the two began to play a new game.

Nagito curled up on the couch, watching his girlfriend happily playing with her new friend. He smiled to himself as he whispered. “It’s moments like these that give me the most hope, watching you be happy Is the best hope of all.”

“Huh? Did you hear something?” Chihiro asked.

Chiaki shrugged. “Must’ve been the game…” though she glanced over her shoulder at Nagito and smiled at him, seemingly she heard him.

Later on In the night Fuyuhiko jolted awake as he heard his doorbell ring, that uneasy feeling was returning to him as he slowly approached the door. Upon checking his e-handbook he discovered It was two In the morning. He jumped when whoever was at his door knocked.

“You’re a yakuza for fucks sake.” He muttered to himself. “Stop being such a little bitch.”

He swung the door open quickly, immediately relaxing upon seeing It was just Hajime. “Oh… It’s just you…” He sighed softly, stepping aside to let him in.

“Sorry Hiko, I know It’s really late… But I couldn’t get to sleep.” Hajime apologized as he came Inside and shut and locked the door behind him.

“Yeah, I can’t really sleep either. I just dozed off for a couple of minutes.” He replied, setting down on the foot of his bed.

Hajime came over and sat down next to him. “You still worried about the students too?” He asked quietly, Fuyuhiko nodded silently.

Hajime smiled a little, putting his hand on top of his. “Yeah me too.” He said. “But for what it’s worth, I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Hiko blushed, though he would vehemently deny such a thing. “H-Hey, I’m not a damn kid! I don’t need to be protected!”

The depressed student put his arm around the Yakuza’s shoulders and pulled him into his side in an affectionate half hug. “Fuyu, There Is nothing you can do that’ll convince me not to protect you.”

Fuyuhiko smirked slyly as he rested his head on the taller man’s shoulder. “Nothing, huh?”

“Nope, Sorry.”

Hajime closed his eyes, finally feeling himself relax a bit now that he was with Hiko. He'd had some horrible dreams of Fuyuhiko getting hurt or… worse.

However as usual, his relaxed state didn’t last long before It was ruined. The feeling of fingers ghosting against his sides under his shirt made him jolt back to reality with a string of tired giggles. “Hehehehiko Ehehehehehe… w-what ahahare you doing?”

“What’s It look like, Dumbass? I’m tickling you.” He retorted, amused.

Hajime continued to giggle as he squirmed, gently pushing at the Yakuza. “I cahahahan seehehehehe that, but whyhyhy?”

Fuyuhiko began to tickle Hajime’s belly, causing his giggling to quickly turn into laughter. “I’m showing you I can protect myself.”

“Byhyhyhy tickling mehehehe?! Ahahahaha!” He laughed, doubling over to try to block his stomach.

“If I can take you down, Imagine what I could do to someone else.” He grinned cheekily, tweaking his hips.

“GAHA! Ahahahahahahaha! Thahahahahat doesn’t prohohove anything! Ihihihi’m eheheheasy to tahahake down!” Hajime complained, falling backwards on the bed.

Fuyu was quick to settle himself on the brunette’s hips, his fingers nimbly dancing all across his sides. “Then how are you gonna protect me?? You should just let me protect you.”

“FUHUHUHUYU! NAHAHAT THE SIHIHIHIDES!” He yelped as he switched tactics to squeeze at the sensitive spot. “AHAHAHAHAHAA! STAHAHAAP!”

“Then stop all that crap about protecting me,” Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes.

“NOHOHOHO!”

Well, mistakes were made.

“No?? No!?” Hiko repeated as he leaned down, blowing a raspberry against his side. “What do you mean, No!?”

Hajime screamed, his laughter going up an octave as he arched his back from the sensation. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THAHAHAAT! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“I’m a Yakuza, I can protect my damn self!” He reminded him with another raspberry to his side. “Just cut that crap out, It bothers me.”

“WHYHYHYHYHY DOES IT BOHOHOHOTHER YOU??”

“Because when you say that It makes me think that--” Fuyuhiko stopped, his fingers resting on Hajime’s side as he suddenly grew silent.

Hajime giggled tiredly as he recovered from the tickle attack, he looked up at Hiko with a questioning look. “I-It makes you think what?”

He shook his head slightly, looking away from the taller man’s gaze.

The trapped Ultimate reached his hands up, gently cupping the Yakuza’s face as he turned his face back to look at him. “What does It make you think?” he repeated softly.

“It makes me think that something Is going to happen… to you…” He said quietly, reaching his hands up to rest against his.

Hajime frowned as Fuyu pulled out of his gentle hold and got off of him, opting to sit next to him instead. “Hiko, nothing Is gonna happen.”

“Then why would you say that?” The blond asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Because… I had horrible nightmares about something happening to you, and It makes me feel better to say that. It makes me feel like I have some kind of control over this.” He explained, sitting up.

Fuyuhiko’s face softened as he looked Into Hajime’s eyes. “Is that why you came over…?”

“Yeah.” He sighed, pulling him into his lap. “I had to see with my own eyes that you were okay.”

Hiko frowned as he wrapped his arms around Hajime, resting his head against his chest. “I couldn’t sleep because I was scared as soon as I did I would be woken up to the body discovery announcement…”

Hajime pecked a kiss to the top of his head, silent. He wasn’t sure how to make this situation better for either of them, the fact of the matter is that they’re never safe. Monokuma is always throwing out motives to try to tempt the students into killing, and there’s always that fear in the back of his mind that someone might fall for it one day.

“Hajime? Can you…” He trailed off, stopping his train of thought.

“What?”

“N-Nothing. Nevermind.”

“Hiko…? What Is It?”

“Forget I said anything.”

Hajime frowned, reaching his hand up the Yakuza’s sleeping shirt and brushing his fingers against his side. “Tell me, Or I’ll tickle you.” He gave an ultimatum.

Fuyu flinched at the gentle touch, his body shivering. “Fucking hell,” He muttered under his breath. “F-Fine! I was going to ask you If you’d stay with me tonight.”

Fuyuhiko blushed bright pink as he buried his face in Hajime’s chest without waiting for a response.

“Fuyu…”

“That’s why I told you to forget I said anything. Because It’s stupid.” He mumbled.

Hajime smiled warmly as he soothingly ran his fingers up and down the smaller man’s back. “It’s not stupid.” He said softly. “Yeah, I’ll stay the night with you.”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to…”

“Hey, Look at me.” Hajime gently pulled the blond back to look in his eyes. “There’s no place I’d rather be than with you. Besides, I might actually get some sleep If I know you’re safe.”

Fuyuhiko blushed even more as he smiled. “Yeah, Me too.”

Hajime leaned in and planted a soft kiss to his forehead, stroking his cheekbone with his thumb. “You’re so cute, especially when you smile.” he teased lightly.

The blond narrowed his eyes as his neck turned pink from embarrassment.

“Hiko? H-Hey… Wait! DOHOHON’T! AHAHAHAHA!”

Welp, It was worth It to harass his boyfriend. At least Hajime didn’t mind being tickled, At least not by Fuyuhiko.

[butter-egg-toast]

👙Underwear Showing

👙Underwear Showing

Sorry,this took long anon. 😓

Anon Question: How would the boys react to fem s/o underwear showing. please?? THANK YOU:)

Scenario: You and you boyfriend are walking home when he notice your underwear is showing: these are their reactions.

Short n sweet🍬

🌙Haru: "....uuhh" he takes a quick glance at your butt. "....its really noticeably", Haru thought. "Uh (y/n)?" He said. "Yeah?", "Your underwear is showing" he tells you while looking away. "..!!" You quickly pull down your skirt hiding your embarrassed face. "T-thanks..Haru"

🌟Makoto: "Maybe she'll notice..." Makoto thought. He takes one glance at your panties. " Ah!!" He immediately covers his embarrassed face with both of his hands. "U-Um..(y/n)..your underwear is showing.." Avoiding eye contact with you. “ I promise I didn't see Much”

🌙Nagisa: "(y/n) chan your ( favorite color) panties are showing" Nagisa whispers and bluntly, however it was still loud enough for people to hear. "Nagisa!!". covering your butt." ahh haha! Sorry! ◕◡◕ " he winks at you. 

🌟Rei: *Glasses fogs up* he keeps silent for a couple of seconds. He takes a few minutes thinking about possible scenarios. *pushes glasses up*. *clears throat* "(y/n) san...It seems your skirt gotta caught" avoiding eye contact while covering his face flushed face. "What" questioning his poor choice of words." Your skirt is up" he said

🌙Rin: "!!" Rin looks directly at yours butt. "psst hey (y/n).. your um..is showing.." Rin tries His best not to bring too much attention to you. "My what?" You turn your head still walking. "Your...panties.." he whispers in your ear. You stopped dead in your tracks. "Haha, t-thanks"you try to laugh off your embarrassment."CRAP!! Why didnt I notice!!" You thought.

🌟Souskue: Souskue suddenly Stands behind you. "Souskue?" You look up to him. He looks around before answering you. "Oh, by the way, your underwear is showing.." He bluntly tells you. "!eh!" You quicky pull down you skirt. "Uh..thanks" covering your blushing face from him.

🌙Nitori: He gets embarrass quickly turning his head away from you. "(y/n)..it's showing.." he Whispers pointing down at your skirt. "I didnt think of anything dirty... " Aii said.

🌟Momo: "woah!!" He conceals his excitement. "What now? You seen a beetle"you teased. "No...Uh..your panties are showing" he turns his head, but tries to get a little peak. ".....thanks"

🌙Seijour:" I hope it's not too weird but your underwear is really cute." He casually tells you. "Huh?!" You quickly pull down your skirt . "...Haha looks like we're they same!!" you point down to Seijour boxers peaking out his pants. "Gaha you got me!!"

🌟Kisumi: Kisumi Plays it cool, "*giggles* You're so clumsy sometimes (y/n) its cute." he tease. "Wah??" Genuinely confused at his statement. "Oh..your skirt is up" he takes a sips of his bubble tea. "..ah!!"

🌙Asahi: "hmm?" he looks down to your skirt. "..Crap..I don't want to say it too loud.. I don't want to embarrass her" he thinks about the outcomes. "Hey..(Y/n).." He silently signals down to your skirt, so you can notice without him saying anything.

🌟Ikuya: "....It sure is Breezy today....don't you feel a Breeze (y/n)?" He tries to give you hints about your expose underwear, but end up failing. "Mmh now that I think about it, I do feel a nice breeze." oblivious to ikuyas comment. "Uh... your panties are out..."

🌙Natsuya: "huh?..." he stares at your butt for a moment. *sigh*," it sure is a nice full moon today" he plays it cool. "Huh?" confused by his choice of words since it was a sunny day today. "Haha sorry, your panties are showing"

🌟Nao: "oh? She must of didn't notice it" Nao thought while looking at your expose butt. "Maybe.." He sneakily pulls down your skirt without you noticing. *sign* "Thats better" he smiles to him self.

🌙Hiyori:*glasses fogs up* "w-will she figure it out?" Hiyori thought. "..it sure is a nice day today. Right?" You ask hiyori. "...u-um..yeah" he avoids eye contact. "Hiyori?" You stopped. "What's going on with you, you have been acting strange"you folded your arms. "I promise I didnt see too much" he points down at you skirt. "Huh?...Ah!" You quicky notice your expose butt. "Oh.. um.. thanks"

Hope you enjoy 🤗

[giggly-squiggily]

Raihan (or any Pokemon trainer rlly) shouting “Tickle Monster, DYANAMAX!!” Shortly before taking after a giggly Lee

Heyo! I gotcha covered! X3 These ideas are too cute for words! X3

Sequel to Don't Tickle Opal (Lee!Raihan, Ler!Opal)

I hope you enjoy!

Bede was royally, undeniably, screwed.

He knew he shouldn’t have sent the video of Raihan’s tickly demise to Leon. At the moment, with Opal leaving the dragon gym leader breathless and giggly, it seemed like such a great opportunity.

Now he was hidden amongst the glowing trails of Glimwood Tangle, crouching behind an oversized mushroom as he watched Raihan walk down the trail. “Beeeeedeeee..where are you?” He called, a teasing grin on his mischievous face as he looked up and down the trail. “You can’t hide from me forever, Bede…��

A giggle escaped. Damn! His nervous giggling had begun. Across the way, Raihan froze, his lips twitching with mischief. “What was that?” He mused out loud,  making a big show of looking around, peeking behind trees and lifting rocks he knew Bede wouldn’t be under. “Did I just hear a giggle? I wonder where that came from…”

Bede covered his mouth with both hands, forcing down the giggly energy filling his body. He needed to run. He’d wait until Raihan had moved on, and then-

“There you are, kiddo.” Raihan’s breath tickled his ear. Bede didn’t have time to scream before Raihan wrestled him into the grassy terrain, fingers wiggling. “Tickle monster, DYANMAX!”

“Gaha! Aahhahahhhahahahaha! R-Rahahhahahhahai! Stahahahahahhap ihihiihiiht!” Bede squeaked, thrashing about as Raihan clawed at his ribs, the fairy-type uniform providing no protection from the dragon-leader’s attacks. “Hm? Rai? Who’s Rai? I’m the tickle monster! I’ve come to teach naughtly little gym leaders a lesson!” Raihan growled playfully as he scribbled along Bede’s sides, drawing out the sweetest giggles and squeals.

“Aehheehahahahha! Sthahahahahap yohohohohohou jehehehehherhk! AH!” Bede yelped when Raihan moved his hands to his waist, attacking his stomach with dragon-claw like motions. “Hehe, thought you could get away with exposing me to Leon, eh?” He laughed along with the younger gym leader, easily dodging flying limbs haphazardly aimed towards his head. “Whoa, careful there, killer! You could take someone out with those!” He grinned, turning around.

“STahahhahhahhapt ithhihiihht! GaHAHAHAHA!” Bede’s sporadic giggling reached a new olcave when Raihan started attacking his knees, gently yet firmly kneading into the skinny joints. “Aww! Listen to you! You sound so sweet, Bede!” Raihan grinned before turning back around, giving the blonde a small break.

Bede gasped for air, fighting down the residue giggles escaping his lips. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, his lips refusing to budge the happy smile they held. “Aww! You’re so cute, Bede!” Raihan cooed, earning a blushing glare from the blonde. “Ehehe..heh..g-get off me…” He groaned, not making any motions to push away the older gym leader. Raihan, noting this, felt a new and final idea form in his mind. “One more thing, okay?” He smiled mischievously, making Bede nervous. “Dynamax attack! Ultimate tickles!”

“R-Raihan...w-what are you do-EEEP!” The blonde spasmed with an honest to god squeal when Raihan dived down, blowing a massive raspberry against Bede’s thin uniform shirt. Raihan howled, falling over completely across the blonde as hysterical laughter took him, filling the trail around them. “Ohohohoho my ahahahharceus! That was amazing!” Raihan cackled, his laughter contagious. Before long, Bede was laughing alongside him as well, placing a hand over his eyes as he caught his breath. “Hehe...you’re such a nerd.” He groaned, feeling himself being gathered up, his head resting against Raihan’s warm chest.

“Heh, that’s right! The biggest dragon nerd you’ve ever met.” Raihan ruffled his blonde curls before hugging him close, resting his chin on top of his head. “So, did you learn your lesson, kiddo?”

Bede hummed softly before reaching out, squeezing Raihan’s knee. The dragon trainer yelped and jerked back, giving Bede the window to escape. “If the lesson was how to tickle you back, then I guess I did!” The fairy gym leader grinned as he backed up a few steps, watching Raihan rise to his feet. “Hehe...heh...I’m in danger, aren’t I?”

Danger he was in. At least he had fun though.

I hope this was good! I had a blast writing this! X3

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans Are Space Orcs, “Becoming.”

Sorry this is  little late guys, but I had class at nine, and things were crazy, so here you go, and hope you like it :)

I stand in the center of the Drev temple; every tribe has one -- every tribe that stays in one place that is. The most famous temple is the one where sunny grew up “the temple of the four warriors”, of course, after Sunny’s tribe left to join my ship, it was taken over by another tribe, and those that remained were either driven out or absorbed into other clans. Sometimes I feel bad about that, and then I remember how they treated sunny, and my pity for them marginally decreases.

The surrounding temple is called the temple of the rising sun, and while it is rather small, it is pretty impressive. Its impressive because, instead of being made out of volcanic glass, some nifty Drev found himself some blue veined marble. The outside, of course, is line din dark stone like one would expect, but walking inside you are immediately blinded by the glowing white of the stone illuminated by shafts of golden light filtering in from the high-vaulted ceiling.

It’s a pretty beautiful piece of work, especially from a group of people who tend to be more interested in killing each other than anything else. 

However,  today things are a little bit different.

Today I am joining another tribe.

Yeah, I get it, this is like my second or third tribe, what can I say, I am a tribe slut.

It’s not like I was planning on missing out on this.

Technically this is my coming of age day. I never got to do something like this with Sunny’s Clan so, its more than a little exciting.

Today I am becoming a man.

Took me long enough.

I Turn my head towards the far wall watching as the rest of the clan slowly trickles inward. A familiar face locks eyes with e from the back of the crowd. I am pleased to see Hijan up and walking. I was worried than her injuries taken during battle were doing to be serious, which was as bad as a death sentences in a traditional Drev clan, but she looked fine, and even waves at me from the back row.

I taught her how to do that.

I wave back before turning my eyes forward, the magnate and the sentinel have taken their places on the stand.

Together with seven other young Drev warriors, I stand at the center of the center of the temple bathed in the warm honey glow of descending sunlight. The seven of us managed to distinguish ourselves n the last battle generally by preforming our first kill, and that is what sets us out for the rest of our comrades.

A few sullen looking Drev teenagers stand to the side of the room  not having managed to do what we had done, and so, therefore, stuck as children still.

The magnate begins to speak, he talks about duty and honor, and being a presence on the battlefield. He praises us for his work, and once or twice he throws in some snarky ass comment about me being here, but I don’t mind. He is just jealous that a human managed to distinguish himself in as little amount of time as I did.

The magnate doesn’t like me much, but he can suck  dick since the Sentinel has grown surprisingly fond of me.

I am forever grateful that their coming of age ceremony is nothing like the ceremony in Sunny’s tribe, where they use crude tools to carve slots into the carapace where the armor is then cut. 

Of course these guys have that, but they put less emphasis on the armor, and a little more on the weapon. Together, the group of us kneel on the ground as the temple workers make their slow way forward. Each weapon is supposed to be crafted by a member of the family, and since Hijan made my armor, I have a sneaking suspicion I know where mine is coming from.

“Anirana ee kalal s tsana gahas.” Blood and steel with you forever

Metal slams against stone, and we bow our heads.

“Tahajeeneesh tsanak jahad dal.” Hod your hand up.

We do as ordered.

I close my eyes as cold steel meets the palm of my hand. Warm blood gushes from the wound and down my arm.

I shiver.

Cold steel is pressed against my wound. I close my eyes as hot blood trickles down the shaft of the spear. When I finally open them, I look up at the weapon. It is beautiful about eight feet of light weight but strong steel alloy with a wickedly barbed spearhead and glittering metal point. ON it’s bottom edge there is a small pole spike which can be used in the opposite directions.

A series of delicate carvings run up the shaft, and I can feel them adding extra grip to my blood-slicked hand 

Nothing without a purpose.

“Nizeesh ee tadeesh ka s tach.” Stand and be one with the clan.

We stand and all together the surrounding room breaks out into a symphony of war cries that rise up towards the ceiling breaking in great waves over the stone only to trickle outward into daylight. A stream of golden light surrounds me, and a hundred voices chant together to carry me upwards.

***

I sit on the edge of the stone outcrop staring out over the darkened landscape. The volcanoes are more active tonight, and I can see their fiery red glow brimming along the horizon.

I tap the edge of y new spear against the stone before lying back in the moss and staring up at the stars.

A bright white star catches y eye in the southern sky Eedacheel. I smile.

“Good evening Polaris.”

The star doesn't talk back obviously, but it makes me feel good to see her. Crazy how two different species can share the same guiding star. The coincidences would have to be astronomical for that to happen, but there she is.

I glanced down at my wrist, at the implant and the tracking beacon I had activated after the ceremony.

I sigh and lean back.

The dark season is coming, and I know I have to leave before then, I have to get back to my work and back to serving the galaxy, back to being a leader… someone everyone relies on.

I have to face the crippling self-doubt and lingering memories of failure that had driven me to Anum in the first place.

Something rustles in the moss behind me, but I don’t turn 

A dark shape sits next to me in the darkness resting one hand on my arm.

“Hijan nakt.” beautiful night

“Yid.”  yes I whisper

“Tsa najish.” You’re leaving. Her voice sounds sad and that kills me, makes my insides twist with pain and hurt. I Imagine Hijan left all along here on the planet with no one to dote on like she deserves.

Makes me feel sick.

I turn to look at her mouth open in a forming apology, but when I do I find her eyes to be smiling despite her voice.

“Zhe sesani…. Zhe-zhe zhegingi daeenat… j.” Im sorry i-i want to stay…. But

She held up a hand silencing me before placing a palm gently against my cheek, “Jee.” no, she shook her head, “tsa nehzhegingish daeen daeenat. Tsa zhegingish tsak tach  jastat.” you do not want to stay here, you want to see your clan again.”

I want to ask her to come with me, but I know she won’t. Hijan is too loyal to leave like that.

“Zhe tageeni’ik.” I will return 

“Zhe rekazi.” I know

And then I am enveloped in a four arm hug.

I taught her how to do that too.

We sit together for a while under the light of Polaris, and for once it seems quiet...

Until the screaming begins.

Both of us leap to our feet and turn towards the village.

Dark shapes are swarming up from all directions.

“DALEEST!” Ambush! I yell scrambling over the rocks with Hijan limping at my heels. Neither of us are wearing armor. We only have our spears. The village is alive with the screaming sounds of confusion.

I try to cover Hijan as best I can as we limp towards her cottage.

Warriors scream.

Children cry out in fear. We aren’t ready for this.

We have almost made it when three dark shapes rise up in our vision. I leap in front of hijan as the first spear plunges towards us. I knock it away, but only barely, i feel warm blood running down my knuckles, but the pain is gone. 

I am being overwhelmed, knocked backwards. Hijan fights for her life at my back.

Turning my head, I watch a small light appear in the distance.

I have to ignore it a moment alter as another spear  comes sailing towards my head. I duck under it and thrust upwards into my opponent’s gut. The spear head slides in like butter, but I have to pull hard to get it out as the barbed point rips from the creature’s chest.

The rocks around us are bathed in light.

The Drev before me squints and holds up an arm to cover his eyes.

The sound of an engine.

And  before I realize what is happening a figure sails out of the darkness highlight by the high beams of a hover craft.

The shape slams into the three Drev bowling them backwards with a thundering war cry I would recognize anywhere.

“Chalan!”

The shape turns spinning a spear through her two upper hands bright blue carapace glittering in the headlights.

She turns to look at me golden eyes flashing before turning away and motioning her opponents closer. I run up spear held tight to cover her back, the two of us circling hijan in the middle protecting her from further harm.

It was like I had never left.

And together we fall into a familiar rhythm of complete and total domination of the battlefield.

Spears whirl and twist. We trade spots yelling commands and movements until somewhere the line is broken, and I am left panting on the rocks as Sunny races after them spear in one hand.

“Come back you bastards!” She yells, “Come back and fight.” 

The rest of the clan is limping awkwardly to their feet.

The surprise attack was a serious one, but only one of our number died, and no one was seriously wounded.

I feel a grin splitting y face as I watch sunny pull to a stop in the moss spear raised yelling challenges towards the retreating Drev battalion.

I nearly leap out of my skin with hijan sanding next to me, “Na tsak?” she wonders motioning towards Sunny.

“Yid.” I nodded grinning. It feels good to see her, like way good, better than I could have expected.

Damn I had missed her. I didn’ even realize how much until she turned back and walked towards us her regal head held high, her gore covered spear thrown over one shoulder, and her long even stride eating up the ground confidently between us.

I tried to look at Hijan, and found that she was looking sunny up and down with a critical eye. For a moment I worried she would say something disparaging about her height, but hijan simply turned her head to look at me her eyes crinkled a bit, “Na hijan jee?”

I was glad it was dark because the heat rushing into my face would have been hilariously obvious.

“Hijan.” I hissed 

She rumbled low in her chest with great amusement at my discomfort  as sunny made her way up the incline to stop before me.

She looked down at me, and I up at her.

She then picks me up in a four arm hug that nearly snaps my spine. I Pat her side with what little arm reach I have in the crushing hug wheezing as she sets me down. 

I awkwardly cleared my throat, “Took you long enough.” 

She ignored me, “Chalan, huh…. You’ve never called me that before.”

“It’s your name isn’t it.”

She cocked her head at me.

I stumbled awkwardly, “Er unless you don’t want me to….”

She laughed to, “Stop being so weird, besides…. I kind of like it. Your pronunciation is adorably awkward.”

I sighed, “Thanks for that…… Anyway.” I quietly turn the conversation. “Oh uh, Sunny, there is someone I’d like you to meet.” I motion towards hijan, “This is Hijan, she has been showing me the ropes.”

Sunny lowers er head in deferential greeting to the older Drev, “Leave it to you to Immediately get adopted.

“Leave it to me to be charming enough to be immediately adopted.”

“Nee ts tsak tach?” He is in your clan?

“Yid nee jyak Lodgeeda.” He is our clan leader

I am not sure if I should be insulted or amused at how surprised hijan looks.

“Nee!” him!

Sunny is laughing as I have my arms crossed.

“Nee...jee, nee da’an dzhalka.” him  no, he is only a baby.

Sunny cant breath and I honestly hope she chokes on her spit, “yid nee yaheen dzhalzheen.” Yes he is a great warrior

I feel a little better, that is until hijan snorts and waves a hand. She seems to think this is all some kind of funny joke.

“Yid zhe graneen tach ts kazna geeldani.” Yes I lead the biggest clan in the galaxy

That only seems to make her laugh harder, and I sit with my arms crossed as she laughs and then her and sunny exchange some quick fire conversation that I have difficulty understanding.

The last thing I hear as the two of them walk away chatting like housewives is a single sentence, “zhe tatazan nee tsa zhalich. Nee gahan lana nee tehich gingich. “ I am glad he has you, he needs all the help he can get.

I strain to hear further, but all I hear is.

“Yid ee zhe  nee gingi jej.”

Then again I am pretty sure I might just be hearing things.