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Iâve been getting quite the influx of new followers, so I think a bit of a (re)introduction is in order! Iâm so happy & grateful for all of yâall, but sometimes I wonder⌠if you arenât just a little bit lost. (No shade at all! I just wonder if like, you know where you are) So I guess itâs about time I have a pinned post to explain things âround these parts
Hello, Iâm a fic writer whoâs been trapped here since 2015, thanks for checking out my blog! I got a wide range of stuff to choose from like headcanons & fics, & a vast selection of fandoms
But before you get ahead of yourself, wait! Come here for a sec, I need to tell you somethingâŚ
This isnât an ordinary blog. No, I make fics of a certain variety tickle fics & if thatâs not your cup of tea, thatâs fine! Thereâs ânormalâ stuff here too, but the vast majority of content will be involving that
I dont know if youre still doing the ask game thing, but if you are
W, T, I, E
For either rocky or ryland grace. You get to choose â¨ď¸
Anon: oooh also on the project hail mary train. J, E, H or I for grace?
Answering these together since thereâs some overlap. I love them so much yâall donât even know!
J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?
Grace is just so touch starved, I think his favorite part is the closeness of it all. But he also just genuinely loves how it feels cause heâs silly like that
E:Â Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?
G: Grace will go unusually quiet & just stare the hell outta you. Literally just đď¸đď¸ until you notice & ask whatâs wrong
R: Rocky will try to goad you into it by being an annoying lil shit until you snap
H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?
If he knows itâs coming, heâll try to put his glasses in a safe place beforehand
I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?
G: Grace tries to hold out as long as he can & insists he doesnât have the information theyâre after & that they clearly have the wrong guy, but he will eventually give up
R: Rocky will try to play dumb like he canât understand what theyâre saying & will only speak Eridian (only works if the interrogator isnât also Eridian) otherwise heâll just try to mock & get on the interrogatorâs nerves until it comes back to bite him
W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?
G: surprisingly isnât really phased by the word tickle or any variation of it. Itâs just a normal physical reaction & response. He only starts to get embarrassed if itâs in relation to himself & the person asking is acting like theyâre gonna use that information
R: also pretty chill about the word, & is more curious than anything when itâs brought up. But he does get kinda embarrassed hearing the Eridian word for it because Adrian teases him so much
T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?
G: Mr. Tickle Monster himself! Bro loves to act like heâs possessed by the tickle monster & canât control what heâs doing
R: Rocky likes to point out the obvious, like which spots are more ticklish than others, & comments on the different sounds heâs drawing out. With Grace, he likes to say how heâs âthe most ticklish humanâ heâs ever met or ask âare all humans this ticklish? Questionâ
just a doodle this time, i loved the sketch sm i didnt wanna ruin it HELPEME
I FORGOR TO DRAW THEIR SUITS IDC LETS PRETEND THE ATMOSPHERE DOESNT EXIST AND THEY CAN HUG
i promise i will at some point draw something other than lee grace im sorry i have not had a fixation in a million years and my brain is so starved that its actually tweaking
im sincerely sorry for my hyperfixating shenanegains I PROMISE ILL DRAW SOMETHING ELSE SOON HEFOKFJKRN
đĽ Hey soooo I've been sitting on this one for a little bit now. It turned out a lot longer than my usual fics (1k-2k words) and i wanted to try my hand at writing something a little sad! I've written nothing but fluff up until this point so idk how i did with the sadder stuff (its genuinely not even that sad) I hope you all still enjoy anyway! đĽ
đĽ Slight spoilers for movie and book! đĽ
Summary: This is set a little bit after Grace and Rocky get to Erid. In this one, Adrian is less then happy about the current situation pertaining to Grace, and its effects on there relationship with Rocky.
Lee!Grace / Ler!Adrian
Word count: 4,435
âI wish you would see Grace." Its tone is low and sounds exhausted. Rocky has gotten home finally. I haven't seen it in a few days. It's not like I see it much when it does finally come home anyway. Disappearing to Grace has become its new normal, even if I thought I finally got my mate back. Grace takes priority.
This isn't the first time it has suggested this. I think it asks at least once every time they see me, and my answer stays the same every time. âNo.â It comes out harsher than I intend.
âHe means a lot to me and so do you. I want you to get along.â I will say, it doesn't usually push after the first no; I'm a little surprised. It shifts closer to me while I'm working at my desk. âYou work on the biodome team. You are in charge of so much of his life. This includes everything from what he eats to the conditions of the ocean in his home. You should be more involved physically..." I huff. Sure, maybe it would make my life easier to see the human in person, but my feelings towards the creature keep me away, and I think that's for the best for everyone involved.
âI work on the human because you don't trust anyone to care for it other than yourself and me.â We have a team, of course, but when it comes to Graceâs immediate health and comfort, I am the primary Eridian involved. Rocky shifts even closer to me; he's wobbling a bit. He's ready for sleep.Â
âI-I don't want you to just do it for me. Do you enjoy it a little at least?â I move away slightly as it reaches a claw out for me. âYou were excited when we first arrivedâŚnot just for me, for Grace too.â Grace was exciting when he first arrived. An alien who saved not one but two planets and saved my mate personally. Of course I would find that exciting. And to have the opportunity to help lead in the invention of its enclosure was amazing. But not so much anymore since I learned what the consequences of its existence on my life would be.
âIt keeps me busy" is all I give to it. âWhy are you being more pushy than normal?â I sense something's up. The unaccepted claw retracts, and Rocky pushes it together with another, fidgeting. I knew it.
âI must attend a meeting pertaining to Grace. I won't be there with him⌠I want you there to watch him instead," it trills out sheepishly. âI don't know how long I will be gone for. IâŚdo not want him to be alone.â
âIt is alone right now, is it not? It can function and take care of itself just fine.â Annoyance and anger lace my voice a bit. Rocky scitters back a bit but tries to touch me again. Its words are starting to slur as exhaustion takes over his body.
âYou know what I mean. Grace isâŚsensitive. I don't want him to be alone ever again.â I feel anger rise within me. What about me being alone? For decades I waited to not be alone again, and now, even with my mate back, I am alone. I feel the mercury boil under my carapace as I try and be understanding.
âI know you do not like him.â It's not that I hate Grace personally. I can't really. I've only ever interacted with him while he was unconscious the first few weeks of being on Erid. I have complicated feelings toward the human and the situation that has come with it.Â
âPlease do it for me.â I move away from them again while trying to continue working.
"It's always for you, isn't it?"
"I-IâŚI'm sorrâ"
"I'll do it. It's fine," I grumble at its despondent tone and move away from my desk.
Rocky comes over to me again. This time I know it isn't trying to convince me of anything; it just wants to sleep. The sight of it tugging at me hurts more than the argument did. Rocky is exhausted. Its movements are sluggish; it reaches a claw towards me. I flinch away before I can stop myself.
Rocky goes rigid and sits for a moment. âY-you won't even hold me? You won't let me close to sleep?" It sounds broken, close to a cry but not quite. The sight makes me go rigid in return.
I let out a low hum. â...I need some space right now. I will still watch.â Rocky lets out a strangled whine, close to a sob, but settles on the bed close by anyway. I can tell it's too exhausted to really do anything about it; it's actively fighting off sleep that should have taken it days ago.
âThank you, Adrian." the words come out slurred. I shift towards it to answer but Rocky is already asleep. Its claws are still loosely curled together where it has been fidgeting moments earlier.Â
Something inside me aches.
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I arrive at the dome's airlock, wearing a thin Xenonite suit I've never had to put on before. Rocky stated that Grace knew I was coming to see him today instead of itself and that the human was nervous. To play nice, for Graceâs sake. I've taken the human's chart with me. While I'm here, I might as well take notes while I can and see what I can improve for him.
I step in and wait for it to pressurize, and then I'm on my way. I head out to the beach and start towards the humans' house. The sand shifts below my feet, and I hear the constant crashing of waves next to me. I move my attention to the âclassroomâ on the other side of the dome. I think making it a bit bigger would be helpful. More students to teach at a time, but to give the human more space to work with for demonstrations and such. Maybe add storage for materials so it's easier on the human.
By the time I come back to reality, I've approached the house. I realize we haven't exactly built the house for an Eridian of my size. I could probably get in, but I'm not sure how cramped the inside would be.
I knock lightly and wait a moment. I hear its footsteps frantically heading towards the door. It finally opens, and the little human looks up at me in awe.Â
âHello Grace.â It's still silent, just staring. I shift uncomfortably at the tiny alien.
âOh, uh, sorry. I didn't know Eridians could get soâŚtall." It chuckles a little, but I feel its heart skyrocket. It's for sure nervous. âRocky told me you were bigger but didn't really specify how much bigger."
âYes.â It fidgets as I speak. âAdrian does not think it is good idea to try and go in Grace house.â
It looks back at the structure and rubs the back of its neck. âUhâyeah. It's probably better if we hang out outside instead. Um, let me grab my shoes.â It turns back inside and grabs what it's looking for.Â
I let out a small annoyed hum. The human is so loud. It is much louder now than when it was unconscious. I can hear its heart, its blood, and its breath. I can hear the crackles and pops of its joints, the way its tongue moves as it talks. So loud. How did Rocky get used to this noise? I would have gone crazy on that ship.Â
The tiny human comes fumbling through the door and walks ahead of me. I noticed the door that it left open and pulled it shut. And so forgetful.Â
We head down the beach in silence. Every wave crashes against the shore with a different rhythm. Besides me, Grace's heartbeat refuses to settle. Between the ocean and the human, there is hardly any silence at all.
The human comes to a stop and drops to sit, facing the waves. I do the same, crossing two arms in front of me, ready to take any notes on the human I might need.
âGrace nervous, question?" I ask softly. He spins to face me head-on.
He turns his head up at me and chuckles lightly. âYou can tell?â What a dumb question.Â
âYes. Grace heart loud and fast.â I hear blood pump to its face, and it looks away.
âSorry.âÂ
âIs okay. Human can not control.â Before I can stop myself, I reach a digit out and run it over its cheek, pushing its face to look at me again. "This is blush, question? Grace embarrassed, question?â I can't help but be a scientist first, I guess. The portable human thinking machine has made my life a thousand times easier. I can look up any knowledge about the human body and system, but seeing and experiencing it in person is so much different.
It lets out a small yelp at my sudden touch, making its heart beat more. The blood in its face reaches its ears. Although I want to, I refrain from grabbing at the tips of its ears too. One thing I don't stop myself from doing, however, is dragging that claw down to its neck to feel for the carotid pulse. It's one thing to hear but another to feel, and it's strong. I can feel its blood thump against its skin, rappidly, over and over.
âAmaze.â I murmur without thinking.Â
"Uhâumm, Adrian?â The little human squeaks out. It has squeezed its eyes shut and forced its head up to the sky to accommodate my touching.
I let out an amused hum. âApology.â I retract my claw, curling it back into my lap. I stay quiet, hoping it will calm down. When no calming down happens, I try to pivot to my questions, hoping to distract the human.
"How Grace feeling, Question. Eating well, question?â I ask.
It clears its throat. âUh, I'm feeling good. Better than I did! And yes, eating well!â he smiles.Â
âHow are âburgerâ, question?â
âThe me-burgers are amazing!â he shouts excitedly, hands moving as he talks. âYou literally saved me with those things.â I feel myself get a little flustered at the praise, and I hate it.
âSaved Grace in other ways. More important ways.â I let it click out with some disbelief. I cure and bring this human back from death, but âme-burgerâ is what saves it. Human priorities are weird and confusing.
âWell, yes," he rolls his eyes a bit. âBut humans have a strong connection to the food they eat. Physically and mentally. Mentally I didn't want to eat, even though I was dying of starvation. The food tasted awful and had a horrible texture. Your idea to use my muscle was fantastic!â I feel him shift a little closer to me. âIt tastes so much better than the other stuff. You kind of cured my starvation and helped cure my bad mental health at the same time!â It laughs as though what it said was funny and not worrying. Though I did not know how linked the mental state and food were, this information is helpful to know when synthesizing more food for it in the future.
âAdrian will work on making 'me-burger' taste better for optimal mental health and human relationship with food for future.â I mentally add this information as a task to get started on when I get back home.
âYou don't have to do that, Adrian. I'm okay with the burger. I promise." It looks away, towards the artificial ocean again.
âAdrian must.â I let out a quiet rumbling for a moment as one of my claws gently plays with the sand beneath me. The human looks back at me.Â
âWhy?â Its head cocks to the side, in a cute way, with wide eyes.
âFor Rocky," is all I say, and I can tell it comes out sad. âAdrian will do anything that Rocky asks of it. For Grace.â I know Grace still needs a translator to some extent, but he is good at picking up tone.
He sighs, "Thank you for coming to see me today. Letting me meet you.â He smiles, but his eyes look sad, lids falling low. âI know you hate me, butâŚI still appreciate it. Appreciate you and everything you have done.â Its eyes well up with liquid. âI know Rocky puts a lotâtoo muchâon you, and I know he's never home with you. I know that," he sniffs, looking down into his lap. âI-I feel like it's all my fault. I'm soâŚso useless on my own here. I-I'm such a burden to youâŚâ he starts leaking, and I feel myself starting to panic now. I don't know what to do when a human starts leaking from their face.Â
I suddenly feel guilty, not a little guilty but deeply guilty. Grace looks so small sitting beside me. He is smaller than I ever thought he would be. Somehow I convinced myself that Grace was the source of my frustration. Looking at him now, crying into his hands, I realize how unfair that was.
âI don't hate you, Grace.â I try and speak as softly as I can. He presses his hands to his face harder, shielding himself from me.
"It's okay that you do. I would hate me too. IâI do hate me.â His voice cracks and he breathes in sharply. âIâve ruined what y-you two could have hadâŚâ I can tell he's trying his best to keep his emotions in, sniffling and wiping the tears from his face just to have them replaced immediately with fresh ones.
I let out a low, pained coo. Slowly, carefully, I pull the human towards me. I expect it to resist, but Grace practically folds into my arms. The moment his head touches my carapace, he latches on. His fingers clutch at me desperately. I scoop his legs off the sand, holding him gently.Â
âGrace. Adrian does not hate you.â My words, which are supposed to be comforting, only seem to make it cry harder. "Adrian frustration is not Grace fault. Grace bring Rocky back to me. Rocky could hate Adrian. Not want to be mates and Adrian would be happy that Rocky alive and well.â Grace pulls his very leaky face from me, looking for a moment but not saying anything while he quietly weeps.Â
âI-I know your relationship with Rocky is badâŚhe acts different.â He babbles over his words, âI know w-why you didn't want to see me; I'm not that s-stupidââ I move my arm up in front, making him stop.
The notion of how fragile and small he is worms its way into my thoughts, and it makes me happy that he trusts me as much as he does. That he wants to be okay in my arms, even though he is adamant that I hate him. I let out a sad trill, running a claw through his hair.Â
âGrace save all of Erid. All of Earth. Grace risk life for Rocky. For me. Adrian will never hate Grace.â I scratch gently at his head, bringing my claw down to the side, near his ear. He breathes in deep and leans into the touch.Â
âUnderstand, question?â He nods slightly, but the tears and sobs donât stop. âGrace.â
âY-yesâŚI do.â He shoves his face back into me, pulling his arms to his chest. He shakes with sadness.
I feel myself heat up in embarrassment as I contemplate what to say next. âAdrian hasâŚgrown to love taking care of GraceâŚâ Rocky was right. I do enjoy it as much as I told myself I didn't. All those times I pushed my limit on how long I could go without sleep and worked so hard for Rocky and Grace, I did, deep down, enjoy it. âAdrian happy hearing Rocky tell how Grace is happy with new thing.â I hum out rather quickly.Â
He seems to perk up at this. âY-you donât have to do that, Adrian.â His crying is slowing. I pull off his glasses, placing them into the sand next to us. I wipe a claw over his face.
âAdrian not doing anything but tell truth.â He starts giggling and pushing at my claw. He sniffs while I clear the tears from his face.
âThank youâŚâ he says, breathing in deep. I move my claw back to his ear to comfort him again, scratching it lightly. He shoots up with a high-pitched noise, and I flinch, pulling my claw back.
âGrace okay, question?â I frantically say, grabbing his chin and moving his head to the side. I trace his ear again, and he flails. âWhere hurt, question?â
âW-wahait nohoho!â he squirms about in my hold. âNohot hururt! Tihihicklish!â he squeaks out.Â
Rocky has told me about the human version of tickling before, specifically that Grace is quite fond of it, and it's come up in my research on the human body. It has a similar outcome to Eridian tickling. Laughing and wiggling around. I think this method will be a good way to make Grace feel better.Â
I pull my claw away with a hum of understanding, and he relaxes. He's lying in my lap, a small smile across his face, but I still see the faintest tears in his eyes. He moves his face to his hands, still sniffling.
âHm. Adrian will give Grace check up.â He glances through his fingers.
âW-what?â he asks, his voice gravelly.
I gently pull up his shirt, and he tenses up. He's still quite thin, but fat has definitely started to come back. I reach my claw and grab at his ribs, giving slight squeezes. He jumps with a squeal.
âWAHAhait! Adriahahan!â He presses his arms to his side while twisting in my grasp. I feel around the bones, moving my claws up. His ribs definitely don't stick out as much as they did when I first treated him. I squeeze his top ribs while feeling his chest muscle for any growth.
âNAHAHOHO-AH I-I dohont neheheed a CHEHheheCK UHUPââ he cackles, trying his best to dislodge my claw.
âGrace need check up from Adrian. Make sure Grace eat well. Check for fat and muscle growth.â I chirp with a playful tone. "Is Adrian job." I moved my claw from under his arm to trail down it, using another claw to pull his arm from his side.
âI-I ahaham! Ihihim eahahating gohohood!â I trace lightly down his arm as he pulls at it. I pinch at his elbow and let out a yelp and some more giggles. Thereâs some muscle growth here, though definitely not as much as I would like.
âHm. Not enough.â I trace down to his wrist, then back up to his inner arm.
âAh-Iâm sohorry!â he tugs weakly at his hand, soft laughter leaving him.
âGrace no apology. Adrian work harder to help. Make grace strong.â I murmur it out while thinking of solutions for later.
I release his arm, and he presses it to his side again, his legs trying to come up and curl him into a ball. I stick a claw back down, feeling around his tummy. He screeches, fighting my arm.Â
âGood. Much fat and muscle here.â I firmly press in, feeling all the muscles twitch under my touch. âRocky will be happy.âÂ
âEEEAHHAHAâNOHOHO!â I hear blood rush to his head again as embarrassment takes him. âS-stohOHOPâADRIAHAHAN!â He kicks at my carapace, and I canât help but let out some giggles. Heâs so small and weak; itâs amusing. I have to admit his little human sounds are quite cute.
âGrace too ticklish for exam, question?â I tease a bit, vibrating my claw. He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head rapidly.
âA-ADRIAHAHANâ *SNRK* THIHihis ihihisnât neheceHESSARY!â squeaky noises come from him.
I grab a flailing foot with another claw, stretching his leg out as my other moves down to his thigh. I push into the muscle there and let out a pleased trill.
âGood human Grace! Much muscle here. Good good good.â His other leg kicks out frantically as his arms scramble to pull at my claw. âSuch a good human. Adrian can tell Grace been running. Keep up with regiment. Good Grace!â I half tease, half praise, soaking in the new wave of blush creeping up his face.
I squeeze his knee, and his leg jerks hard. âHow joints, question?â I know the gravity on our planet has taken its toll on his body. I scratch lightly at the underside, pulling giggles from him.
âT-they ahahache a bihit, not bahahd!â He covers his face, pulling at his appendage.
âHm. Will work on problem. Brace maybe help.â I go back up and squeeze rapidly at his kneecap.
âADRIAHAhahan! P-pleheHEHEASE! NOHOHO MOHOHORE-AHAHEHEheheââ I let go of his leg, and he immediately folds in on himself, gasping for air.
âGrace very good. Fat and muscle build good. Will add more magnesium and zinc to diet. Help.â I state, scratching at his scalp, pulling lightly at his hair.
âO-okahahayââ
âOne spot Adrian check.â I unfold him a bit and pull down his pants a few inches, then push into his lower stomach, making him scream and fight me again.
âADRIHIHIâNAHAHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!â He squeals, curling around my claw. I squeeze at the little pudge that sits there with content.
âAdrian happy happy happy! Grace get more healthy. Grace doing so good!â His cheeks flush again, âhidingâ his face as much as he can while wiggling around.
âNOHOHOââ I move up a bit and press into his belly button.Â
âYes.â I scratch lightly at the little spot.
âEEEHEHAHAâPLEAHAHASE!â He arches up while making a rather adorable noise.
I stop moving my claw, letting it rest against his tummy. His laughter lingers intertwined with little hiccups and tiny giggles. Different kinds of tears staining his face now. I rub soothing circles into his skin while he catches his breath.
His heartbeat is loud and strong. Alive. Every beat is proof that Rocky made it home. Proof that Grace made it home too. The little pitter patter settles something deep inside me.
He's curled up in my arms, his breathing and heart evening out. He has a smile plastered on his face, and soft giggles still spill from his lips. He wraps his arms around the leg that is still settled on his stomach, and he lets out a sigh.Â
âGraceâŚvery endearing. Adrian understand why Rocky love so much.â My admission makes him shove his face in my arm with a flustered noise. I reach a claw up and pet at his head again, sliding to scratch at the base of his neck. He melts into my arms, eyes closing.Â
âThank you. I hope you visit me again.â He shifts a little in my hold.
âWill visit. Promise." his small frame shifting to look at me again. âAdrian apologize for not seeing Grace sooner.â Guilt floods my chords.
"No, it's okay. I understand why.â He laughs slightly. "I would be upset at me too.â
âNot upset at Grace. Or Rocky. Adrian understand situation. Adrian knows feeling not logical. No one fault.â I rumble out gently. "Adrian apologize. Not Grace fault. Grace save Rocky. Adrian forever be in Grace dept. Should not have taken feelings out on Grace Rocky.â I move my claw to under his chin, scratching slightly. He smiles wide, scrunching up his shoulders a bit but tilting his head up, giving me more access.
"It's okay.â
âIs not," frustration lacing my voice. His eyes widen slightly. I can't get over what he said. "Grace really not like Grace, question?â He looks away as I lower my claw from his chin.
âI justâI hate the way I'm so helpless here, I guess? I rely on so many Eridians just to wake up and take a walk. I don't, like, hate myself. I feel like a burden to you and Rockââ
âGrace good burden. Adrian like Grace burden.â I see his heart rate start to rise again. I stroke his forehead as I see tears start to swell in his eyes again. He sniffs and takes a deep inhale.Â
âOkay, question?â I say firmly.
He wipes at his eyes. âO-okay.âÂ
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âAdrian?â Rocky's voice pulls me from my thoughts. I hadn't even noticed it sneak up on me.
âRocky! How was the meeting?â I ask tenderly. The waves crash softly in front of us.
Instead of answering me, its carapace shifts down, its attention on the little human asleep in my lap. It seems to look in shock and awe as I pet Grace. After a moment, it lets out a small excited sound, something I haven't heard in months.Â
âD-Did it go well?â Its voice vibrates from joy, already knowing the obvious answer.
I let out a giggle. âYes. Me and Grace had a good talk.â I bring my claw to scratch at his scalp. He shifts, making adorable little purring noises in his sleep.Â
Rocky walks up in front of me and Grace. "I'm very, very, very happy!â it trills, bringing up its claws and shaking them.Â
âMe too," I reply fondly. Rocky suddenly stops; the atmosphere around it changes abruptly.
âAreâŚwe okay?â I let out a small, pained sound as Rocky moves a bit closer to me.Â
âYes. I am sorry, my love. I was never mad at you. I apologize for any hurt I have caused.â I reach an arm out, hoping it will come to me. ' I placed my emotions on you both when shouldn't have."
They come closer, about to take my claw, but hesitates. âI am sorry too. I have not been home with you to spend time or watch you sleep. I had you work nonstop on Grace, not thinking of your thoughts or feelings. I am sorry.â It shifts back and forth, two claws fidgeting together. âDo you still need space?â
âRocky, I know why you did it. I do not blame you," I whisper out softly. âI would love nothing more than for you to be in my arms.âÂ
It takes my claw immediately. It was as if I were afraid I might change my mind. I gently pull Rocky closer until it's pressed into me and Grace. The tension leaves its body so quickly it almost makes me laugh. I start caressing it the same way I'm doing with Grace, and exhaustion immediately starts pulling at it again. In my arms, it softens, and I can feel sleep beginning to take hold. A low rumbling starts deep inside Rocky. So sleepy and content with both of us here. I've missed that sound.
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đĽ Sorry its on the longer side, hope you liked it! đĽ
Oh my god you guys I FINALLY watched Project Hail Mary and Iâm so overwhelmed with love for it!!! Big feelings, need word, no have word!!!
Iâm working on a bigger print but I wanna get it right and Iâm a bit overwhelmed with work so. Pouring my love into some lil doodles. I ADORE this movie SO MUCH.
Sometimes, fanfiction is carefully plotted out stories, with plot points and call backs and themes that all tie it up in a meaningful and exciting way.
And sometimes fanfiction is, âWatch me do a fucking KICK FLIP off this cool sentence!! Also here's some sex'
For the Tickle Alphabet ask: C, D, K, & L for Ryland Grace please!
C:Â Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?
His chances are much better when heâs doing the chasing. He has this slow, casual gait that is somehow super menacing & itâs a mystery how he can catch up so fast (he just runs as soon as their back is turned) but when heâs the one being chased, heâs too giggly & nervous to get very far. Constantly checking over his shoulder & stumbling over his own feet
D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?
I feel like his tummy is his worst spot, heâs just so giggly & cute it feels so fitting
K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?
Idk if this counts, but he LOVES to pretend heâs the tickle monster & hunt down his victims. Heâll growl & make silly noises & it never fails to make his victims squeal & laugh louder
L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?
He has such a happy, loud laugh & itâs literally the auditory equivalent of pure sunshine. Super giggly & his laughter gets a lil wheezy if you really get him going
Hello everyone!!! This is another pebbles fic (shocker I know) and I hope you all enjoy! I really like writing with the pebbles SO much there so adorable!
Slight spoilers for movie and book!
Summary: Grace is pebble-sitting by himself this time! The pebbles get worried they hurt Grace so he shows them what they actually did!
Switch!Grace / Switch!Pebbles
Word count: 2,495
âOw! Donât pull.â I yelp a bit as a claw tugs at my beard. Iâm currently pebble-sitting, alone this time. Iâve finally proven I can be trusted alone with them, but Iâm still nervous about being on my own.
Iâm lying on the floor on top of blankets and pillows with three little babies surrounding my head. They're feeling around my facial hair, curiously following it around my face. Tiny claws comb through my beard with surprising care, occasionally snagging on a knot before immediately backing off again. I close my eyes and let myself relax into the attention. At this point, I completely accept that being treated like a very strange pet is just a part of my life now. I feel them graze my lips, moving upwards into my mustache. Excited hums emit from them.
I carefully open my jaw to speak again, âItâs hair, like on my head. It does have a bit of a different texture though.â I feel two climb up onto my chest while one stays against my cheek on the pillow, following up towards my ear. The two follow it back down to my chin, scratching lightly. When Rocky told them I like to be petted, I swear thatâs all they do now, not that Iâm going to complain.
I feel a few claws travel down under my chin, close to my neck, and I freeze. My heart beat quickens, and I know the pebbles notice too. They quickly stop their movements, trilling out concerningly.Â
âAh-itâs okay! Juhust tickled a bit.â A smile creeps onto my face, and I peek my eyes open. âItâs okay.â They donât make any more movements, actually pulling back a bit, settling on my sternum. Iâm sure they can feel my heart better through my chest in that spot.
âAw, guys, it's okay, really! You didnât do anything wrong.â The pebble by my cheek pulls back too. I open my eyes completely, moving my head up a bit. I shift to sit up, cupping my hands around the two babies on my chest so they donât fall. I lower them into my lap and help the other pebble, whoâs on the floor frantically trying to join them.
They sit unusually still in my lap. Normally they're constantly moving. Twitching. Clicking. Climbing over each other. Now all three are quiet. Oh no. They probably think they hurt me. Iâm sure hearing another alien's heartbeat skyrocket out of nowhere is a little scary for them.
âHere. Look, Iâll show you what you did.â I scoop up a tiny pebble. Theyâre a deep blue color with specks of gold and have lines and swirls across their body. It settles in my palm as I reach a finger towards it. It grabs on lightly and squeezes.
I push my finger underneath their arms and scratch ever so lightly. Rocky is quite ticklish here, so Iâm hoping itâs the same for them. The pebble makes a high-pitched squeak and frantically starts squirming. Adorable chirps and trills erupt from them as the other two in my lap start pulling on my shirt. I lower my hands to their level, letting them get a better look.
âI know you guys have a version of tickling too, though itâs different from what Iâm doing right now. You guys use sound waves and vibrations, right?â I flip the pebble in my palm, its little legs scrambling in the air. I press into its underside, making its legs shoot out straight; I canât help but laugh at the little action.
"Well, humans use touch. It works for you guys because I can still make vibrations with touch that travel to your fleshy insides. Human skin is ticklish, so thatâs why when you guys touched me, it tickled. Humans are just ticklish on their necks, where you guys ended up touching. See? No harm done!â I clarify to them.
I tap on its tiny body, showing what I just explained as the little baby erupts into high-pitched trills, pushing at my finger. From what I can tell, tapping and drumming seem to work best with Rocky; they are more intense than the ticklish vibrations produced by normal scratching and touching.
The other two look on curiously while the third one flails and cackles. Its arms slowly seem to stop fighting, and I take that as my cue to slow to a stop. God, they're adorable!
I glance down and ask, âHow are you holding up? You okay?â On closer inspection, I see little wisps of steam coming from their vents, making me chuckle a bit. I carefully plop it back into my lap, and the other two scuttle up around it.
I see one brown pebble with red markings poke at the blue one, making it jump with a squeak. I hear a tiny hiss as more steam comes from it.
âHey, hey, let them be for a moment!â I reprimand the one who is poking the other as I scoop them up. It goes still in my grasp as I begin poking at its brown carapace. It, too, squeaks and squirms, pushing at my finger.
âYeah, letâs see how you like it when someone pokes at you.â I giggle, pretending to use a stern voice. I poke gently along as it squeals, curling into itself. Well, that won't do.
I use the thumb of the hand Iâm holding it with to push an arm out of the way and hold it trapped against its body. Iâm going to try something that gets to Rocky all the time. I flex two fingers together and, every so lightly, flick at the open space between its arms. It all but screams, sounding between a flute and an oboe, its arms scrambling to the spot. Seems to work on all Eridians, not just Rocky. Thatâs good to know.
I stop and let it fold in on itself again. Tiny giggles continue spilling from it as it curls up in my palm.Â
âThere you go,â I murmur. I run a finger along the top of its carapace, nice and gentle. The same way Rocky likes. The frantic squeaks slowly shift into a soft hum. Its little claws unclench one by one until it practically melts against my hand. Cute. I place it with the other two, and I see the third go rigid.Â
âI wonât tickle you.â I say with a snort as I push my glasses up my nose, and it visibly relaxes. Unfortunately for the little milky white quartz pebble, the other two didnât seem to find it all that fair that they were the only ones tickled, and I watch the start of a tickle fight in my lap. Squeaky trills erupt from the third as the other two surround them, using what I just showed to tickle the other. I canât tell if they are also using sound to tickle them on top of the physical touch, so I ask.
âAre you guys also using sound? Itâs kinda mean to do both.â I hunch over them a bit to get a better look. They stop their tapping, and the other baby stops moving. Oh, so they're not using both. But Iâm assuming, as a demonstration to me, I hear a chord start. I look around and see the quartz pebble and the blue one start to squirm and laugh as the brown baby stands triumphantly between the two. The chord gets louder, pulling squeals from the other pebbles.
I laugh, âOkay, I see. Now give them a break! They look like they're about to combust!â I point out the steam emitting from the other two. I hear the sound slow to a stop, and they cuddle together in my lap. I lean back on my hands, stretching my spine.
A noise catches my attention, and I look back down. The little Eridians are making grabbing motions, so I give them my hand.
âWhat?â Confusion laces my voice. They all grab at my hand, pulling my fingers out. They start tapping like I did to them, and I snicker.
âNo, it wonât really work there. And tapping isnât all that effective against humans.â They sound disappointed and start letting go of my hand.Â
âWaitâŚâ I bite my lip. Iâm not sure itâs the smartest idea to teach them how to tickle me, butâŚtheir sad little chirps get to me. Iâm too much of a softy to disappoint them.
âUm. Okay.â I push my legs out straight and scoot back against the nearby couch. I pull them up closer to my hips, and I feel my cheek get warm as I pull my shirt up to my neck.Â
âTry here.â The words leave my mouth before I can reconsider them, or rather the consequences that will come from them. They shift their carapaces towards my stomach. âUh.â I gesture towards my stomach anyway. âFor humans, scratching, squeezing, and tracing, I would say, works bestâŚ.â Listing off everything they would need to know.
I squeeze my eyes shut in anticipation, but I donât feel anything. Peaking out, I see they seem to be hesitating, arms reaching out but not touching. Oh right. My heart beat.
Anticipatory giggles worm their way into my words, âL-look. Humans' hearts beat fahast at all kinds of stimuli. It dohoesnât always mean bahad. It could be that Iâm really hahappy, or really embarrassed. Or, like right now, Iâm excited and nervousâb-but nervous in a good way!â I correct, biting back a smile. âItâs just, tickling gets to me particularly hard.â I glance away, a little flustered.
I feel them shift a bit, and I look back down. I watch as the three carefully press little claws into my stomach, making me flinch a bit and giggle. âHehaha gohohood! Lihihke thahat.â This seems to encourage them, and they push in more, experimentally squeezing at the muscle and skin. I shoot up, trying my best to keep my squirming under control. I tightly grip the collar of my shirt as I hold it up while shifting my other hand, trying to keep it busy and not grab at the pebbles.Â
I hear excited trills and squeaks come from them as they tickle me to pieces. âSeehehe nohoHOT *SNRK* SCAHahary!â I feel myself start to slide down the couch slowly and try to plant my feet into the floor. The pebbles add more arms and explore other spots. They pinch and tweak at my sides, making me jump and fidget. I force my free hand down to my side but up enough that the pebbles still have access to the sensitive skin. One latches onto my hip, making me squeal.
âEEEAHAHahaâthahahat tihiHICKLES! NohoHO!â I start to twist about, not being able to sit still anymore. Another pair of claws grabs at my other hip, and both my hands shoot to my face, covering my blushing face and smile. My shirt ends up rolling down, but it does little to deter them. They just push it up and keep pressing in. They vibrate with excitement, hearing my loud laugh as a sign of encouragement.
One pebble presses into my belly button, and I all but scream while my hands shoot down to cover myself.Â
âWAHAHAITâNOHOT THEHERE!â They shift back out of the way of my hand. I cover the sensitive spot while curling into myself. They all freeze immediately. The excited clicking stops, and their tiny bodies huddle together. I swear they somehow manage to look guilty. Great, I scared them again.
âUhuhmâI-itâs okahahy! Juhust sehensitihive.â I force my arms up again, deciding to grip at the couch behind me. âI-I wahasnt reheheady for it. You guys can keep gohoing.â I sheepishly say. â...If you guys want and are still curious.â
I didnât need to tell them twice. They immediately return to my tummy, scratching at the sensitive spot again. I guess because it gave the best reaction, they want to experiment more. I squeeze my eyes shut hard, kicking my feet behind them.
âEEHAHAHAâG-GAHAâGOHOHO TOHO A-ANOTHER SPOHohot PLEHEHEASE! GUHUYS!â I shriek, holding on to the couch for dear life. They suddenly stop tickling again, and I'm thankful, of course, but I thought they would keep going. I open my eyes to see them shift around and angle towards the door.Â
Still giggling, I ask, âWhahats wrohong?â I glance at the door. I donât see or hear anything for a brief moment until a sudden knock rings through the house. Before I can even say anything, the door is being opened, and Rocky and Adrian are walking in. Excited trills erupt around me as all three immediately turn their attention towards the Eridians.
âWhat Grace doing, question?â They both stop in their tracks and "stare." I feel a blush climb up my neck.
âUh⌠j-just teaching the pebbles about human anatomy.â Rocky taps one of his limbs in annoyance.
ââŚGrace lying. What Grace doing question?â He asks again. Before I can argue that, actually, I kinda was technically teaching, the babies take the opportunity to show what they learned.
âGAHâwahahait! Lihihittle o-ones!â They dig in while I start squirming again. My arms fly to my face to shield me from Rocky and Adrian.
âOh. Grace teach tickling, question?â Adrian trills out with a giggle. They both scuttle up next to us and settle on either side of me. The babies excitedly click and squeak out to the older Eridians.
âWhat else pebbles learn, question?â Rocky asks with a playful tone.Â
âD-dohontââ I plea before they once again scratch at my belly button, making me screech. I feel Rocky grab onto an arm threatening to grab at the pebbles, holding it down and out of the way.
âNAHAHOHO AHAHEHEâSTOHohoHOP I-IT! DOHONT ENCOHOURAGE THEHEM!â My free hand lightly pushes and swats at their little claws. Adrian and Rocky let out squeaky laughs, making me blush more.
âDonât encourage, question? Grace the one who teach pebbles tickle. Not Rockyâs fault.â Well. He does kinda have a point, I guess.Â
âOKAHAY *SNRK* OKAHAY, NOhohoHO MOHOHOREHEâ!â I curl up the best I can as their arms come to a stop. Rocky lets my arm go and grabs the pebbles from my lap. I take the opportunity to slide all the way down to the floor and roll onto my side. Adrian wraps an arm around me and pulls me close so my back is leaning against them, and I close my eyes in content.Â
âPebbles have fun, question?â Rocky asks as I peek through half-lidded eyes, smiling when they erupt in joyful trills. I feel Adrian start to rub at my back, and I sigh.
"Grace have fun, question?â Adrian asks quietly as Rocky plays and talks with the pebbles.Â
âYes.â I smile and look up at Adrian. âThey were good. They're very cute, full of energy.â Adrian takes another claw and pushes my hair up out of my eyes. Their claws carefully comb through the messy strands as I feel myself sink further into them.
âAdrian glad.â they say softly. I hear a squeak, and both Adrian and I shift toward the others.
I see the pebbles tapping at Rockyâs carapace as Rocky folds in on himself with squeaky cackles. Oh yeah⌠I guess I kinda showed them how to tickle Adrian and Rocky too. Oops...
writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months
