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i like to think that glindas kind of insecure about her body, especially her tummy, so elphie likes to cheer her up by kissing and squeezing it and showing her that good things can come from it, but oh thats just me

Wait that’s cute!!!

I think Elphie becomes very attuned to Glinda and her moods as they grow older together. When Glinda’s really truly upset they’ll just talk. But I think when she’s in that first step of being anxious/bummed over her body, Elphaba can tell what that little pout is.

Her kisses start slow and serious with murmured affirmations, and once Glinda’s mood starts to lighten Elphie starts to get SILLY!! Kisses and nibbles and claws until Glinda is breathless and squealing and beaming that one hundred watt smile <3 Elphie resting her chin on Glinda’s stomach and waiting until she admits that she’s beautiful (or else, and Elphie has claws waiting).

I love to imagine this when they’re much older (getting into For Good territory so I won’t say too much) and Glinda is allegedly this serious woman now and “everything’s fine”. Elphie’s the serious one, not her, so of course she’s gotta defend her territory and remind Glinda how beautiful and loved she is. Elphaba takes great pride in making that mask crack with a well-timed raspberry hehe

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elphaba using her magic to tickle glinda... i wont speak ☺

YOU WONT SPEAK??? I WILL

- Elphaba does it on accident, the first time. Her magic is raw and unsculpted, it reacts to her emotions, and Glinda makes her feel so light and silly. She doesn’t mean to radiate it back, but then she gets Glinda back real good and now it’s all she can think about….her smile….her lil snort….

- consider if you will: Elphaba using this to keep Glinda in line when she’s being annoying (always). Glinda is worried about her reputation in public, I mean…people can’t hear her SNORT she’s an Upland!! One lil zing from Elphaba in a lecture or the library and she squeaks and shuts up

- when Glinda and Elphie get closer and they both get a little looser….Elphie tormenting Glinda in class or when they’re on a picnic lunch at the quad (they do this they told me so)

- “I’m not even touching you!” <- this one needs its own line.

- Glinda starting a tickle fight thinking she’ll win (nails and a can do attitude) but Elphie’s concentration has gotten much better and she turns the tables!!!!

- them finding a tickle spell in an old spellbook and Elphie doesn’t realize that that’s what it does….but then she catches on when Glinda’s kicking her feet on the bed and she starts teasing her while taking a very long time to look for the countercharm

- Elphaba getting fondly exasperated and a tickle is what her magic settles on as the halfway point between cuteness aggression and actual violence lol

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need another clois fic 🙏🙏🙏 maybe make it smallville clois? if not i can just pretend lol

I haven’t seen Smallville :( I’ll be seeing the new Superman movie this weekend tho so I’m probably gonna go feral and write some Clois hehe

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Hey! Rewatching the clone wars has me craving a little Anakin and obi wan fluff. Can you do a sequel to your fic? Anakin said one day he would wreck obi wan and after all the sass he deserves to. Plus obi wan also deserves to be taken down. Thank you!

Hi there!! Good news, there IS a sequel!!! Read Games Jedi Play here hehe <3

Ty for this because I didn’t realize I hadn’t back linked the sequel onto part one!! I will do that. Hope you enjoy!!

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kpop demon hunters….

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I am hoarding the prompts I’ve been getting like a little dragon so don’t fret if you’ve sent me one and got silence. I’m working on em!

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Omg tysm for the Wicked fics you've posted, I finally watched the movie and I LOVE your fics so much, the dialogue is so great and so them!! You have 1000% sold me on Elphaba having ticklish hands too, flipping adorable! I can fully see Galinda getting into a palm reading phase and Elphie is suffering.

ELPHABA TICKLISH HANDS SUPREMACYYYYYY

oh the palm reading is so cute omg. Elphaba actually trying to pay attention but she’s shivering and giggling so hard that she can’t. But I think she would try to stick it out and tell Glinda to keep going and Glinda would be so endlessly amused by it.

I think Glinda gets a few good weeks out of blinking her big doe eyes and going “but I want to divine your future, Elphie” before Elphaba realizes she’s being played and it’s just an excuse to mess with her. It’s too late though there’s all kinds of makeup brushes and feathers in that room. Elphie is toast.

I see your palm reading and I raise you: palm reading with acrylic nails. Fastest way to see a witch melt, no water required.

Thank you for the kind words btw!!! I’m so glad you like my fics hehe <3

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hey hey hey we’ve missed you too!!! love having you back you’re a real legend here - adore the anakin and obi-wan fic, hope you have a nice stay (and don’t feel forced to. a lot us are just glad to see you back!!)

Oh this is so kind thank you!!! I wouldn’t consider myself a legend by any stretch?? I am just scuttling around in the walls and no one’s figured out how to get rid of me yet lmao

I’m glad you liked the obi-wan and Anakin fic!! They’re two of my fav Star Wars characters so it’s fun to start figuring them out in a fic sense. I want to get much much better with it but I don’t hate my first attempts!

Ty for dropping in!! <3

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I love when you write for gelphie! my personal headcanon for them is that glinda loves putting her cold feet on elphies back but one day she’s had enough so she just grabs her ankle and tickles the shit out of her

To me the backbone of their relationship is filled with stuff like this. If Glinda’s not annoying the shit out of Elphaba until she either a) does that fond secret smile or b) her eyebrow starts twitching? Then Glinda is simply not doing her job.

So yes I can so clearly see them napping between classes and sharing one of their beds. Elphaba’s mostly drifted off because she’s actually serious about resting, content to be willingly held. And Glinda sees this peace and tranquility. She sees the way Elphie’s lashes brush her cheek.

But her sleep shirt has also ridden up a little and. Well. Glinda just has to do it, so she does, and Elphie’s squeal is always worth it. But then Elphaba snatches her ankle and sets those deadly nails to her soles, not letting up or slowing down once until she’s nearly silent with wheezes, and….well. Still worth it.

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5 and 13 with Elphaba and Glinda please!

Lighter Than Air

Elphaba tries to help Glinda catch up on their sorcery lessons. Glinda is very distracted. Nothing goes as planned.

“Elphie, are you absolutely positudinous that this is alright? I mean, what if I hurt you? Or turn you into a pile of bubbles? Oh, Elphie, I don’t know what I would do if you turned into a pile of bubbles—“

Elphaba squished Glinda’s face between her hands. Her ramblings came to a sudden and violent halt.

“None of that is going to happen.” Elphaba smiled softly. Glinda’s heart did something very strange at the sight of it.

“You don’t know that.” Glinda tried not to be distracted by the warmth of Elphaba’s hands.

“Yes I do. I won’t let it.”

“How?”

“Well, you’re not casting anything on me. Also, I learned the countercharm this morning.” Elphaba shrugged.

“We’re doomed,” Glinda wailed, flinging herself onto the bed in a great poof of ruffles. It was truly only Elphaba’s instruction that kept her in Madame Morrible’s sorcery seminar. Elphaba had to learn the lesson and reteach it to Glinda every week, which left her scrambling to catch up on even the babiest of basics.

“Glinda. It’s a very simple levitation charm. Even if you mess it up, you can’t possibly hurt me. Or anyone, for that matter. At least try it.” Elphaba pulled Glinda back up to sit. The force of belief in Elphaba’s eyes was…maddening.

“But…well, you won’t believe this, but I’m nervous.” Glinda hoped she didn’t look any pinker than usual.

“You’ll be fine. Now, that teacup there. Lift it.” Elphaba gestured towards a beautiful porcelain teacup and saucer on Glinda’s dresser.

Glinda turned her back to Elphaba and thought every possible curse and threat towards her training wand. It glittered at her plaintively. She scowled at it. Of all the times for this backscratcher to work, now would be it.

Glinda tossed her hair, tossed it again, and set herself into a ridiculous lunge. She waved her training wand in the pattern that Elphaba had shown her. Silence stretched through the room.

Elphaba’s warm body pressed up behind her in a whisper of lavender—she’d been using the perfume that Glinda bought her.

“What are you doing?” Glinda did not squeak, because squeaking was for mice.

“Adjusting your form.” Elphaba shifted Glinda’s arms, leaving goosebumps in her wake. Elphaba moved her this way and that, gentle and insistent, and Glinda had no idea what any of it meant. With Elphaba’s breath curling against her bare shoulder, there was no hope of focus.

“Try now,” Elphaba whispered, her cheek pressed to Glinda’s own. Glinda felt a thrum of something in her gut, but it could have been nerves, or…well, it could have been a lot of things. Without breathing, Glinda drew the sigil in the air with her wand.

The air took on a faint scent of raspberries, and for a long moment, nothing happened.

“I knew it wouldn’t—“

A great clattering picked up across the room. Slowly, like a fledgling, the teacup drifted up into the air. Glinda watched it with wide eyes. It was floating. It…she’d done it.

“Glinda! You did it!” Elphaba wrapped her arms around Glinda’s waist.

The cup fell to the floor and shattered.

“That…was my great grandmama’s irreplaceable china.” Glinda stared blankly at the shattered porcelain mosaic at their feet.

“Oh no! I should have picked a better target. Here, let me try and mend—“

“Oh, I don’t care, Elphie. I did it! I actually enchanted something!” Glinda squealed. She took Elphaba’s face in her hands.

“Well, not enchanted, but—“ Elphaba huffed and shook her head— “It doesn’t matter. Yes, you did it. I knew you would.”

Elphaba’s praise struck through Glinda like lightning. She could do anything with Elphaba at her side. If Elphaba kept looking at her like that, so tender and proud, Glinda could climb the walls of that great emerald palace right now.

“I want to try something harder.” Glinda leaned closer.

“Harder?” Elphaba’s eyebrows raised.

“Yes! I want to summon a twister. Oh, oh—or set something on fire!” Glinda waved her wand about recklessly. Some of her hatboxes rattled ominously.

“Why don’t we start—“ Elphaba pulled her back over to the bed— “with something a little more…realistic?”

Glinda gave her most mocking yawn. She giggled at Elphaba’s eyeroll. It was so easy to get a rise out of her, and so rewarding. For every eye roll, there was a single moment where Elphaba’s fondness shone clear through her eyes. A twitch of a smile before every frown.

“Alright, fine. Lift me.” Elphaba smoothed the covers on Glinda’s bed, then sat primly down.

“You know I can’t do that.” Glinda frowned.

“Well, it’s more exciting and probably won’t lead to our untimely deaths. Let’s start there.” Elphaba spread her arms.

“Elphie.”

“Galinda. Levitate me off this bed.” Elphaba wiggled her arms around.

Glinda closed her eyes and dug deep, trying to remember the feeling of Elphaba’s hands guiding hers. Elphaba told her constantly that magic was all about intention. The only intention she could bring to mind was making Elphaba proud. That brilliant sunray of a smile that she would let slip whenever Glinda pleased her…Glinda needed it more than air. The shape of who she was was woven into that smile.

That raspberry smell hit the air again—really, what was that?—and Elphaba burst into titters.

“Alright, I get it. It’s so funny that I’m so utterly incapable.” Glinda sighed. Her lip wobbled exactly once before she got it together. Elphaba snorted, which was both devastating and utterly enchanting.

“Oh, c’mon, Elphie! Was I truly so terrible?” Glinda threw her hands up and Elphaba’s laughter spiked. She flopped over onto her side, clutching her stomach. Her whole face glowed when she smiled.

“Don’t laugh while I’m trying to talk to you! I’m going to fail if I don’t catch up!” Glinda wailed, pacing furious circles around the room.

“I-I’m trying—ohmyozstopmoving.” Elphaba’s shrieky cackles jumped in pitch. Glinda did as she was told, still frowning. Elphaba rolled on her back, hands over her stomach, and a stream of residual giggles flowed freely from her.

“No more spells for you,” Elphaba wheezed, flinging her arm over her forehead. As she did, Glinda’s wand zipped from her hands and floated onto a high shelf above her bed.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. It’s cruel to laugh at me, Elphie. I’ll wilt.” Glinda gave her wobbliest pout, but it didn’t have much gusto.

“I wasn’t laughing at you, Glinda.” Elphaba glared, a beautiful blush darkening her cheeks. “Your spell misfired, but of course, you have an impeccable knack for failing upwards. You’ll probably have this down before lecture next week.”

“I have to definitely have it down! Not definish! Let me try again.” Glinda moved towards the bed and Elphaba yelped.

“No!” Elphaba thrust her hand out for Glinda, the other curled protectively around her stomach. Glinda’d seen her do that before, but usually only when….

“Wait a minute.” A smile crept over Glinda’s lips. “Was I tickling you?”

At just the mention of it, Elphaba groaned and hid her face in her hands. Glinda darted over and flung herself onto the bed, earning a scream from the witch beneath her. She wiggled herself on top of her roommate.

“Elphie, you are the cutest, most scrumptilicious person I may have possibly ever met. Are you aware of that?” Glinda leaned close enough to see the sparkle dancing in Elphaba’s eyes. Oh, how badly she wanted to pepper that face with kisses.

“You are the only person to ever feel that way, and your brain is seventy percent glitter. It’s not a scientifically sound opinion.” Elphaba poked the tip of her nose.

“Bold words for someone within tickle distance.” Glinda smiled innocently, cocking her head.

“Excuse me?” Elphaba pushed herself up on her elbows.

“You’re excused.” Glinda cracked her knuckles. Elphaba’s face went from emerald to peridot. She tried to fling herself from the bed, but Glinda quickly gathered her and dragged her back. All it took was a hand under Elphaba’s arm and she collapsed like a scarecrow with no post.

Elphaba was so beautiful. Glinda always told her that she should smile more, which always led to Elphaba rolling her eyes, but…wow. When she smiled, the sun rejoicified at having a break from lighting the world. The most powerful woman in Oz, curled up in her lap and giggling up a storm.

”You’re perfect.” Glinda tickled viciously wherever she could reach, using her nails to her advantage. Elphaba squealed and thrashed, gripping at Glinda’s wrists as if her life depended on it. Glinda paused for a moment, taking in the radiant smile beneath her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Elphaba tried to worm away from the claws hovering over her.

”Nothing. Give me your hand! Gimme! Stop fighting me!” Glinda laughed, wrestling with Elphaba’s limbs. Elphaba rolled like a crocodile, slamming Glinda down on her bed hard enough to send pillows into flight. Elphaba loomed over her, her hair in such disarray that Glinda’s fingers twitched at the thought of fixing it. Or caressing it.

”Unfortunately for you—“ Elphaba smirked and Glinda swallowed thickly— “I actually know a tickle spell. How would you like to die?”

”Of fun?” Glinda squeaked, trying to hide her smile.

”You’re lucky you’re cute.” Elphaba rolled her eyes, then latched her hands onto Glinda’s waist.

Cute. Cute.

Even as Elphaba tickled her within an inch of her life, smudging her mascara everywhere and making a frizzy pile of her curls, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She turned over the shape of that word on Elphaba’s lips over and over, memorizing every tone and texture.

She didn’t need magic to fly. One drop of Elphaba’s attention, and Glinda was lighter than air.

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hello hello i just wanted to ask before i sent a request but would you still write for justice league? ik it’s in your fandom list but it’s been a long time since you posted ab it, so i just wanted to make sure!

long time tickle community lurker here and i was obsessed with your JL headcanons like i can’t describe to you how much of my brain space they occupied (and lowkey kinda still do)

Omg hi!! I’ll absolutely still write for justice league yeah! Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman are my jam but I’ll do my best with any other characters. Always happy to provide brainworms 🙂‍↕️

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5 and 13 with Elphaba and Glinda please!

Lighter Than Air

Elphaba tries to help Glinda catch up on their sorcery lessons. Glinda is very distracted. Nothing goes as planned.

“Elphie, are you absolutely positudinous that this is alright? I mean, what if I hurt you? Or turn you into a pile of bubbles? Oh, Elphie, I don’t know what I would do if you turned into a pile of bubbles—“

Elphaba squished Glinda’s face between her hands. Her ramblings came to a sudden and violent halt.

“None of that is going to happen.” Elphaba smiled softly. Glinda’s heart did something very strange at the sight of it.

“You don’t know that.” Glinda tried not to be distracted by the warmth of Elphaba’s hands.

“Yes I do. I won’t let it.”

“How?”

“Well, you’re not casting anything on me. Also, I learned the countercharm this morning.” Elphaba shrugged.

“We’re doomed,” Glinda wailed, flinging herself onto the bed in a great poof of ruffles. It was truly only Elphaba’s instruction that kept her in Madame Morrible’s sorcery seminar. Elphaba had to learn the lesson and reteach it to Glinda every week, which left her scrambling to catch up on even the babiest of basics.

“Glinda. It’s a very simple levitation charm. Even if you mess it up, you can’t possibly hurt me. Or anyone, for that matter. At least try it.” Elphaba pulled Glinda back up to sit. The force of belief in Elphaba’s eyes was…maddening.

“But…well, you won’t believe this, but I’m nervous.” Glinda hoped she didn’t look any pinker than usual.

“You’ll be fine. Now, that teacup there. Lift it.” Elphaba gestured towards a beautiful porcelain teacup and saucer on Glinda’s dresser.

Glinda turned her back to Elphaba and thought every possible curse and threat towards her training wand. It glittered at her plaintively. She scowled at it. Of all the times for this backscratcher to work, now would be it.

Glinda tossed her hair, tossed it again, and set herself into a ridiculous lunge. She waved her training wand in the pattern that Elphaba had shown her. Silence stretched through the room.

Elphaba’s warm body pressed up behind her in a whisper of lavender—she’d been using the perfume that Glinda bought her.

“What are you doing?” Glinda did not squeak, because squeaking was for mice.

“Adjusting your form.” Elphaba shifted Glinda’s arms, leaving goosebumps in her wake. Elphaba moved her this way and that, gentle and insistent, and Glinda had no idea what any of it meant. With Elphaba’s breath curling against her bare shoulder, there was no hope of focus.

“Try now,” Elphaba whispered, her cheek pressed to Glinda’s own. Glinda felt a thrum of something in her gut, but it could have been nerves, or…well, it could have been a lot of things. Without breathing, Glinda drew the sigil in the air with her wand.

The air took on a faint scent of raspberries, and for a long moment, nothing happened.

“I knew it wouldn’t—“

A great clattering picked up across the room. Slowly, like a fledgling, the teacup drifted up into the air. Glinda watched it with wide eyes. It was floating. It…she’d done it.

“Glinda! You did it!” Elphaba wrapped her arms around Glinda’s waist.

The cup fell to the floor and shattered.

“That…was my great grandmama’s irreplaceable china.” Glinda stared blankly at the shattered porcelain mosaic at their feet.

“Oh no! I should have picked a better target. Here, let me try and mend—“

“Oh, I don’t care, Elphie. I did it! I actually enchanted something!” Glinda squealed. She took Elphaba’s face in her hands.

“Well, not enchanted, but—“ Elphaba huffed and shook her head— “It doesn’t matter. Yes, you did it. I knew you would.”

Elphaba’s praise struck through Glinda like lightning. She could do anything with Elphaba at her side. If Elphaba kept looking at her like that, so tender and proud, Glinda could climb the walls of that great emerald palace right now.

“I want to try something harder.” Glinda leaned closer.

“Harder?” Elphaba’s eyebrows raised.

“Yes! I want to summon a twister. Oh, oh—or set something on fire!” Glinda waved her wand about recklessly. Some of her hatboxes rattled ominously.

“Why don’t we start—“ Elphaba pulled her back over to the bed— “with something a little more…realistic?”

Glinda gave her most mocking yawn. She giggled at Elphaba’s eyeroll. It was so easy to get a rise out of her, and so rewarding. For every eye roll, there was a single moment where Elphaba’s fondness shone clear through her eyes. A twitch of a smile before every frown.

“Alright, fine. Lift me.” Elphaba smoothed the covers on Glinda’s bed, then sat primly down.

“You know I can’t do that.” Glinda frowned.

“Well, it’s more exciting and probably won’t lead to our untimely deaths. Let’s start there.” Elphaba spread her arms.

“Elphie.”

“Galinda. Levitate me off this bed.” Elphaba wiggled her arms around.

Glinda closed her eyes and dug deep, trying to remember the feeling of Elphaba’s hands guiding hers. Elphaba told her constantly that magic was all about intention. The only intention she could bring to mind was making Elphaba proud. That brilliant sunray of a smile that she would let slip whenever Glinda pleased her…Glinda needed it more than air. The shape of who she was was woven into that smile.

That raspberry smell hit the air again—really, what was that?—and Elphaba burst into titters.

“Alright, I get it. It’s so funny that I’m so utterly incapable.” Glinda sighed. Her lip wobbled exactly once before she got it together. Elphaba snorted, which was both devastating and utterly enchanting.

“Oh, c’mon, Elphie! Was I truly so terrible?” Glinda threw her hands up and Elphaba’s laughter spiked. She flopped over onto her side, clutching her stomach. Her whole face glowed when she smiled.

“Don’t laugh while I’m trying to talk to you! I’m going to fail if I don’t catch up!” Glinda wailed, pacing furious circles around the room.

“I-I’m trying—ohmyozstopmoving.” Elphaba’s shrieky cackles jumped in pitch. Glinda did as she was told, still frowning. Elphaba rolled on her back, hands over her stomach, and a stream of residual giggles flowed freely from her.

“No more spells for you,” Elphaba wheezed, flinging her arm over her forehead. As she did, Glinda’s wand zipped from her hands and floated onto a high shelf above her bed.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. It’s cruel to laugh at me, Elphie. I’ll wilt.” Glinda gave her wobbliest pout, but it didn’t have much gusto.

“I wasn’t laughing at you, Glinda.” Elphaba glared, a beautiful blush darkening her cheeks. “Your spell misfired, but of course, you have an impeccable knack for failing upwards. You’ll probably have this down before lecture next week.”

“I have to definitely have it down! Not definish! Let me try again.” Glinda moved towards the bed and Elphaba yelped.

“No!” Elphaba thrust her hand out for Glinda, the other curled protectively around her stomach. Glinda’d seen her do that before, but usually only when….

“Wait a minute.” A smile crept over Glinda’s lips. “Was I tickling you?”

At just the mention of it, Elphaba groaned and hid her face in her hands. Glinda darted over and flung herself onto the bed, earning a scream from the witch beneath her. She wiggled herself on top of her roommate.

“Elphie, you are the cutest, most scrumptilicious person I may have possibly ever met. Are you aware of that?” Glinda leaned close enough to see the sparkle dancing in Elphaba’s eyes. Oh, how badly she wanted to pepper that face with kisses.

“You are the only person to ever feel that way, and your brain is seventy percent glitter. It’s not a scientifically sound opinion.” Elphaba poked the tip of her nose.

“Bold words for someone within tickle distance.” Glinda smiled innocently, cocking her head.

“Excuse me?” Elphaba pushed herself up on her elbows.

“You’re excused.” Glinda cracked her knuckles. Elphaba’s face went from emerald to peridot. She tried to fling herself from the bed, but Glinda quickly gathered her and dragged her back. All it took was a hand under Elphaba’s arm and she collapsed like a scarecrow with no post.

Elphaba was so beautiful. Glinda always told her that she should smile more, which always led to Elphaba rolling her eyes, but…wow. When she smiled, the sun rejoicified at having a break from lighting the world. The most powerful woman in Oz, curled up in her lap and giggling up a storm.

”You’re perfect.” Glinda tickled viciously wherever she could reach, using her nails to her advantage. Elphaba squealed and thrashed, gripping at Glinda’s wrists as if her life depended on it. Glinda paused for a moment, taking in the radiant smile beneath her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Elphaba tried to worm away from the claws hovering over her.

”Nothing. Give me your hand! Gimme! Stop fighting me!” Glinda laughed, wrestling with Elphaba’s limbs. Elphaba rolled like a crocodile, slamming Glinda down on her bed hard enough to send pillows into flight. Elphaba loomed over her, her hair in such disarray that Glinda’s fingers twitched at the thought of fixing it. Or caressing it.

”Unfortunately for you—“ Elphaba smirked and Glinda swallowed thickly— “I actually know a tickle spell. How would you like to die?”

”Of fun?” Glinda squeaked, trying to hide her smile.

”You’re lucky you’re cute.” Elphaba rolled her eyes, then latched her hands onto Glinda’s waist.

Cute. Cute.

Even as Elphaba tickled her within an inch of her life, smudging her mascara everywhere and making a frizzy pile of her curls, she couldn’t bring herself to care. She turned over the shape of that word on Elphaba’s lips over and over, memorizing every tone and texture.

She didn’t need magic to fly. One drop of Elphaba’s attention, and Glinda was lighter than air.

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So many Glinda and Elphaba requests in my inbox. The people have spoken. Happy pride 💖💚

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sfw tickle fic sentence prompt list!

i wanted to have my own prompt list that people could request from so here it is! feel free to send in a sentence (or multiple if you’d like) with a pairing! authors, you’re welcome to reblog for your own use (please only use if you’re a sfw author!) :D

“I can’t believe how ticklish you are.”

“This is not fair!”

“Is this a bad spot?”

“I don’t like the look you’re giving me.”

“Sorry, was I tickling you?”

“I’m way too ticklish for that.”

“I happen to know a weakness of yours.”

“You’re way more ticklish than me!”

“I know a way to make you smile!”

“There’s no way I’m telling you.”

“Can I tickle you?”

“I didn’t mean it!”

“Don’t laugh while I’m trying to talk to you!”

“I don’t giggle.”

“Which spot tickles more?”

“Wait, we can talk about this, right?”

“I love hearing your laughter.”

“What kind of a question is that?”

“Come on, laugh for me!”

“You won’t.”

“Shh, you have to be quiet!”

“What do you think you’re dOHOING!”

“You’re so squirmy!”

“I didn’t actually want you to stop…”

“You’re gonna regret that.”

“Please not there!”

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t get any closer!”

“I’m not even tickling you!”

“I’m not ticklish, who do you think I am?”

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Hey! Im so glad you’re back (even if its only a small visit) i loved you most recent fic ❤️😊❤️ i often come back to your blog to re-read your fics. I love the stranger things and marvel fics 🥰 hope you’re doing well! 🍓

Thank you so much!! I’m so glad you like my fics 🥹 you’re very kind. I’m trying to be back for real. It’s harder than I thought to get back in the saddle, but I’m not giving up just yet. I miss it here! I’m a little slow but I am working on stuff to post pretty soon 👀

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hii i’m a long-time lurker and i just wanted to say that i LOVE the way you write anakin and obi-wan’s dynamic! i loved your latest fic, thank you for sharing :)

omg hiiiii 🥹 thank you so so much!! this is so sweet of you <3333333

[tickle-bugs]

Games Jedi Play

Afraid of losing Anakin to the darkness of his thoughts, Obi-Wan makes an effort to engage him in a harmless competition. It’s a remarkably stupid idea when your former padawan is a known menace, but Obi-Wan isn’t known for good ideas. Sequel to this fic. Do not tag this as obikin I will eat your bones 🔪

Obi-Wan had raised a menace.

Anakin was respectful and attentive when it counted, sure, but he had the narrow-minded focus of a predator. When he locked his jaws on something, he wouldn’t let go. Totality was his nature. It was terrifying, how consumed he could become by his whims. Especially when that unshakeable tunnel vision was focused on publicly embarrassing Obi-Wan.

One would think that Anakin’s appointment to the Jedi Council would give him something to focus his energy on, even with his dismay at being refused an official title. Perhaps even the machinations of Grievous, who continued to evade them. But no, Anakin decided that nothing, not even the galaxy’s safety, took precedence over accosting his master.

Anakin bounded down the hallway towards him, nearly tripping over his robes. Obi-Wan raised a hand and helped him right himself with the Force.

“Good morning, Master.” Anakin’s eyes glittered with mischief. He went in for a hug—really, he’d have to try harder than that.

“You’re chipper today.” Obi-Wan smiled, snatching Anakin’s wrist from its wanderings near his side. He didn’t even have the decency to look put out.

“And you’re ticklish!” Several passing people looked at them curiously. Obi-Wan closed his eyes. Force, grant him patience.

“Most people are.”

“This is a world-shaking discovery.”

“Is it?” Obi-Wan raised his eyebrow and Anakin stepped aside. He swept forward, hardly missing a stride. Anakin scrambled to follow.

“Master, are you…embarrassed?”

“Should I be?” Obi-Wan kept his face impassive.

“You seem shaken, that’s all. Am I getting under your skin?” Anakin smirked, tilting his head. Obi-Wan opened his mouth, closed it, then walked faster. Even an ounce of encouragement of Anakin’s shenanigans was like a spark on ship fuel.

He sensed movement near the back of his neck and whirled on instinct, thus finding Anakin’s hand in his grasp for the second time in five minutes.

“You are biting off far more than you can chew, Anakin.” Obi-Wan loosened his grip on Anakin’s wrist. It did nothing to deter his shit-eating grin.

“I love a challenge.”

Well. Now there’s an idea.

Obi-Wan took in the sparkle in Anakin’s eye, the recently-rare smile, and immediately understood that his pride needed to take a backseat. Some levity could be good for him. For both of them, really.

“If you did manage to coerce a defeat from me—which you won’t—what would you like in exchange?” Obi-Wan crossed his arms.

“No training for the week.”

Obi-Wan barked a laugh.

“No.”

“No training for…five days.”

Obi-Wan pretended to consider it for a while, stroking his beard, and then, as deadpan as possible:

“Nope.”

“Three?”

“No.”

“One day? Just one.” Anakin pouted.

“Absolutely not.”

“Can we skip the evasion drill, at least?” Anakin sighed in defeat.

“…alright. When I win, we double the evasion drills.” Anakin’s head snapped up. Obi-Wan gave a winning smile.

“That’s just cruel.”

“I only want you to improve.” Obi-Wan put a hand over his heart.

“No, you like throwing things at me.” Anakin shook his head.

“That I do. Let’s establish some ground rules.” Obi-Wan wrestled his expression back into neutrality. “No attempts during Council meetings or in front of public figures. We must maintain some semblance of a reputation. I fear Master Windu’s opinion of you may only sour further.”

“Alright, that sounds fair.”

“Your opponent must verbally surrender in order to claim victory.” Anakin seemed to ponder this for a while, then nodded.

“Excellent. May the games begin.”

……

Obi-Wan should have made Anakin agree to a certain frame of time for this challenge. It seemed Anakin had finally taken to heart his lessons on patience—things between them were as if their wager had never existed. Obi-Wan expected deception in every embrace and handshake, but Anakin moved merrily along without another thought.

Anakin always attacked first in combat and in conversation. It was deeply unnerving to now be made….to wait.

The war raged on and the Council required more sessions, but wariness of Anakin’s fondness for the chancellor left tasks piled on Obi-Wan’s plate. He was losing Anakin to Palpatine somehow, he could feel it, so he pushed what duties he could into the hands of capable soldiers and other Jedi. He made time where there was none, and his former padawan, wiser now and full of heart, flourished for all his efforts. It was almost like the old days.

After four weeks of normalcy, Obi-Wan made a crucial mistake. He got comfortable.

“Respectfully, Master, I know you fight far better than this.” Anakin parried his mentor’s blade with ease. He spun his lightsaber idly as they circled each other. Obi-Wan tried not to scowl.

“It’s not about winning, Anakin. It’s about endurance.” Still, Obi-Wan upped the speed and strength of his next strikes. Their sabers sang and blue sparks careened through the training room.

“Funny you should say that.” Anakin grinned. “I agree.”

That should have been a warning. Obi-Wan did not heed it.

They danced around each other with their blades, their fervor steadily climbing with each series of blows. Obi-Wan’s forearms began to ache with the strain. He shifted to a defensive strategy, the very balance he’d been attempting to teach Anakin, but his student still bore down on him like a freight convoy.

Obi-Wan seized a gap in Anakin’s ferocious strikes and parried his saber hard enough to send it flying. He put his hand on his hip and opened his mouth to repeat a well-worn lecture on observing your enemy, but instead found the air knocked free from his chest as Anakin tackled him.

They hit the ground with the grace of a first time pilot and skidded even further. Anakin’s hands were under his arms before they stopped. Obi-Wan gasped before he could stop himself.

“You…” Obi-Wan grit out, refusing even a chuckle.

“You’ve taught me so much about endurance and patience, Master. They say the best way to learn is to teach. Is this a suitable lesson? What do you think?” Anakin had the nerve to look innocent.

Obi-Wan flung him back with a blast of Force. Anakin sailed through the air like a rag doll, tumbling ass over tea kettle but somehow skidding up into a three point landing.

“Well then. I see how it is.” Obi-Wan brushed his hair back into place.

“You see how thoroughly I’m going to defeat you?”

“You forget, Anakin…I have known you for years.” Obi-Wan fought the smirk trying to find purchase on his face.

“So?”

“You’ll see.” Obi-Wan sighed playfully. Then he waited.

It took less than thirty seconds for Anakin to charge him, and even less time for Obi-Wan to have him on the ground. He kicked and squirmed—he even tried to bite—but Obi-Wan shut all of that down with relentless squeezes to his sides. The day he let his former padawan bite him was the day he hung up his robes for good.

“I thought you’d recall the last time I taught you this lesson, but perhaps you need a refresher.” Obi-Wan kept the same even pace, the same even tone, but his lip did twitch up at the sound of Anakin’s giggly panic. He couldn’t help it. Anakin’s laughter was so sweetly contagious.

Anakin reached behind him and tried to thrust Obi-Wan away with the Force, but his master grabbed hold of his belt and they both slid along the floor. Obi-Wan locked his arms around Anakin’s waist, burrowed his fingers into his stomach, and was rewarded with a glorious shriek.

“Obi-Wan!”

“Yes, Anakin?”

“Sssssstopit.” Anakin tried to curl into a ball, but it only guided Obi-Wan’s hands further into his stomach.

“No, I don’t suppose I will.”

“Do you have anything to say to me?” Obi-Wan drawled, slowing his fingers. Anakin shook his head furiously. He puffed up his cheeks like a frog.

“That’s a shame. Let me know when you change your mind.” Obi-Wan latched onto Anakin’s hips and the Chosen One disintegrated in his hands. Boyish laughter fell so freely from his lips that Obi-Wan was tempted to stop and take it in. Thankfully, the Jedi do not give in to temptation.

“O-Okay! I…” Anakin fell into a violent bout of hiccuping giggles, clutching weakly at Obi-Wan’s hands. “I give—“

The sound of someone clearing his throat ricocheted through the room. Obi-Wan and Anakin both froze. Senator Bail Organa waved lightly from the doorway.

“Gentlemen.” Judging by the man’s crossed arms and poorly restrained smile, he’d been standing there a while.

“Senator. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Obi-Wan quickly helped Anakin up. Anakin immediately stumbled back into him. Obi-Wan snorted.

“We’re holding council. I’d hoped that you’d join us…if you’re not busy?”

“Not in the slightest. Anakin?”

“Yes, of course.” Obi-Wan pinched his side and Anakin squeaked like a newborn Ewok. “Of course, Senator. My apologies.”

“None needed. I’ll give you a moment to catch your breath.” Bail’s smirk was nearly audible, even as he turned away and strode towards the door.

“That didn’t count,” Anakin whispered furiously.

“If the senator hadn’t appeared, I would’ve won.”

“Nuh-uh,” Anakin fired back, full of tact and grace as he was. Obi-Wan squeezed his side, Anakin slapped his hand away, and they dissolved into a slapfight for the ages. Only when Bail cleared his throat again did they cease their war.

For now.

….

Obi-Wan trailed behind Yoda and Bail, trying valiantly to pretend as if he cared the least about politics. It was dreadfully important to install good leaders on critical allied planets, he knew, but he couldn’t be arsed to care. People like Bail and Padmé did this part so that he could charge Star Destroyers head on. He listened and he nodded and he gave his most polite smiles, but this wasn’t his place.

As he followed his colleagues down the hall, a weird itch started in his stomach. He extended a bit of the Force to scratch it—Jedi simply did not itch—but that only made it worse. It multiplied until he found his entire face scrunching. He finally gave in and allowed the quickest, most restrained scratch possible.

As soon as he touched it, a flip switched in his brain. Every nerve in his stomach lit up and it tickled, so immediately and with such force that Obi-Wan stopped walking. He swore he felt…were those fingers?

The feeling moved suddenly, honing in on his lower stomach. He managed to choke down his yelp into a cough, but it wasn’t enough to evade attention. His colleagues stopped and turned to regard him curiously. He would have given a good defense—really, he would have—but then he spotted Anakin strolling towards him in the hallway.

“You.” Obi-Wan leveled a threatening finger at Anakin. It didn’t help him look less unhinged, but it did make him feel slightly better.

“Master Yoda. Senator.” Anakin locked eyes with Obi-Wan and there it was again, that burst of Force that made his nervous system attempt to implode.

“Hello Master. It’s good to see you.”

Obi-Wan managed to bite his fist and remain silent. Barely. Still, he couldn’t help but tap his boot on the floor—the echo of which was highly incriminating.

“Master, are you alright?” Anakin blinked innocently, but Obi-Wan could see his minute smirk.

“Just fine, thank you.” Obi-Wan grit his teeth.

“Alright. I’ll see you all later.” Anakin jogged away, his robes swishing behind him. Bail fixed Obi-Wan with such a painfully knowing look that it actually hurt.

“Master Yoda. Senator. If you’ll excuse me.” Obi-Wan smiled primly, took a few steps back, and took off after Anakin. He leapt up onto the wall and ran as far as he could, flipped over the head of a visiting viceroy, and skidded around the corner after his protégé.

“Anakin!” He bellowed, and was rewarded with a giddy cackle and fleeing footsteps at the end of the hallway.

…..

An evening summons from royalty was hardly ever good. Despite Padmé’s attempts to deformalize their relationship, Obi-Wan still felt the cold fingers of dread whenever she sent for him.

“Your majesty? You wished to see me?” Obi-Wan stepped gently onto Padmé’s terrace. She beckoned him forward with a smile. The sunset painted the side of her face, which didn’t hold an ounce of worry despite the urgency of her summons. He gestured for her to sit, hoping she’d forgive the impoliteness for his concern over her pregnancy.

“I did.” Padmé’s gaze flickered past him for a moment.

“What seems to be the matter?” He put his hands on his hips.

“Sorry, but I can’t say no to him,” she winced with a smile. Obi-Wan stopped to ponder her meaning, then was struck by a heavy flying weight. He and his assailant landed bodily on the couch, scrabbling for leverage like two cats in a sack. His saber was in his hand before he mercifully recognized the blond mop above him.

“Wh—Anakin?”

“Hello there.” Anakin grinned, then immediately and unceremoniously started trying to tickle Obi-Wan. He yelped and tried to roll away, sending his saber clattering heavily from his hand.

“I thought we agreed on no important f-figures!” Obi-Wan fought off Anakin’s hands as best as he could, but he was starting to crack.

“Oh, Padmé? She doesn’t count.” He glanced at her over his shoulder.

“I’m not an important figure?” She teased with a grin.

“You’re incredibly important.” Anakin said suddenly, dripping with sincerity. Obi-Wan’s gaze darted between the two of them. Padmé caught his eye and stood quickly.

Interesting.

“You boys have fun. Try not to kill each other…or my furniture.” She hurried into her bedroom with a sweep of fabric. Anakin wistfully watched her go. Yearning shone openly on his face. They’d need to have a conversation about this later, but for now….

Obi-Wan seized the opening, reaching up for Anakin’s sides, but Anakin batted his hands away with the Force without lifting a finger. Obi-Wan’s hands slammed down on the couch on their own.

“It’s over, master. I have the high ground.” Anakin plunged his fingers into Obi-Wan’s stomach and he, regrettably, guffawed. Anakin’s eyes lit up at the sound and he chased it, pushing past layers and layers of robes with ease.

Obi-Wan’s dignity crumbled quicker than the dry biscuits served at Senate meetings. He strained against Anakin, but his lower stomach was really quite terrible. Without his hands, his only options were to drum his heels into the couch and laugh. He tried to hide his face in his sleeve and Anakin cooed at him, which was absolutely unacceptable on so many fronts that Obi-Wan finally managed to bolt upright.

Anakin shoved his hands under Obi-Wan’s arms and he instantly became aware of every nerve in his body—most importantly the ones Anakin was trying to pluck like guitar strings. Ticklish fireworks ignited down his ribs and he collapsed back on the couch with a yelp.

The Force. Certainly creative and infuriatingly effective, but fortunately for him, it was easily combated. He reached out with his mind and grabbed Anakin’s tendril of Force like a writhing snake, holding it at mental-arm’s length from his sparkling nervous system. He couldn’t fight this battle on two fronts, though, and his resolve was already parchment-thin. If his brain hadn’t been sparking like a decommed ship, he might’ve been proud of Anakin’s precision.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this. I didn’t think you knew how to laugh.” Anakin beamed. Obi-Wan rolled over and Anakin easily followed, poking all up and down his exposed side from ribs to hip. Obi-Wan yanked a leg out from under Anakin and planted a boot on his chest. He managed to keep the little devil far enough away to start worming his other leg free. He was staring down the barrel of victory when Anakin reached up and grabbed his knee.

Obi-Wan made a noise that would have alarmed and offended a Wookie. The terrace fell so silent that Obi-Wan could hear the engines of X-Wings down at street level.

“Oh nononono. No. Anakin, don’t you even think about—“

The smile that spread across Anakin’s face convinced Obi-Wan that evil was indeed alive and well in the hearts of man. Obi-Wan tried to throw himself over the back of the couch, but Anakin yanked him back.

Anakin figured out to squeeze the back of his thigh, just above the knee, and Obi-Wan’s long and stupid life flashed before his eyes. He hadn’t been tickled like this in…ever, maybe? Any manner of composure was long lost to him now—Anakin had started experimenting with his calf and he was steadily cackling now. He thought back to his hubris all those weeks ago.

Perhaps handing Anakin the key to his destruction wasn’t his best idea.

Anakin started trying to work off one of Obi-Wan’s boots and that was absolutely where he drew the line. He made to throw himself off the couch again, but he caught a glimpse of Padmé hovering nearby.

Padmé turned and gestured at her back, contorting her wrist to scratch at her shoulderblade. She made very meaningful eye contact with him, then gestured to Anakin.

What…?

Oh.

Obi-Wan shoved his hands under the back of Anakin’s tabard and the man screamed. He fell boneless on top of Obi-Wan, cackling into his shoulder. Obi-Wan had no hope of containing his grin.

“All these years I’ve known you and you didn’t think to share this information?” Obi-Wan sat up, pulling Anakin into a strange ragdoll-like hug. Anakin beat uselessly at Obi-Wan’s chest, but a snort fell from him and he changed tactics—he valiantly tried to disappear into thin air. No Jedi had mastered it yet, but he seemed intent on being the first.

Obi-Wan honed in on where Anakin’s ribs met his armpit, enchanted by the screech it pulled from him. Anakin had a good sense of humor, but Obi-Wan hardly ever got more than a chuckle and an eye roll from him—all of which had everything to do with Anakin, and nothing to do with the quality of his jokes. It was endearing beyond words to have a single spot that completely unraveled him.

“Careful. You might give someone the impression that you’re ticklish.” Obi-Wan fully deserved the anguished, furious wail from the pile of Jedi before him. He still laughed brightly at it.

“Alright. I think we’ve caused enough carnage. Truce?” Obi-Wan stood and offered his hand to shake. Anakin stared at him for a moment, still shaking with residual giggles. Anakin took his hand. Obi-Wan helped him up and clapped his shoulder, but when Anakin tried to pull away, Obi-Wan wouldn’t let him.

“The dark side will use many tricks to sway you, Anakin. Chief among them, the promise of peace.” Obi-Wan smirked, and turned the same trick that Anakin had used against him. He sent a focused burst of Force towards Anakin and he collapsed into Obi-Wan’s shoulder, overcome with snickers. Even with years of training on him, Obi-Wan wasn’t as talented as Anakin. He had to keep a hand planted on his former padawan’s shoulder to maintain the effect, but it was more than worth it.

“The dark side of the Force isn’t funny. Master Windu would be disappointed.” Obi-Wan shook his head. With how Anakin had fallen into him, it did look as if something had tickled him in the comedic sense—except for Anakin punching him in the shoulder, of course.

“Look at how the dark side’s corrupted you! Assaulting your master. A shame to watch you stray from the light.” Obi-Wan couldn’t stop the chuckles that bubbled out of him—Anakin’s face was priceless. He was fighting so hard to glare, bless him, but he simply couldn’t stop giggling long enough to make it stick. It was as if the little Anakins in his brain that controlled those vicious instincts had fled the helm.

Obi-Wan started poking Anakin’s stomach where he could reach, and his protégé’s laughter spiked infectiously. He fell into a cycle of hiccupy laughter and hid his face in his leather gloves.

“Alright! Stop. You wihihin.”

“Good lad.” Obi-Wan gave his shoulder a squeeze and it mysteriously, hilariously, summoned another bout of giggles.

“I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow for evasion drills!” Obi-Wan singsonged, strolling towards the terrace entrance.

“I hate you!” Anakin shouted after him, but his voice splintered into laughter before the venom could stick. Obi-Wan didn’t need the force to know it was Padmé’s doing.