Hi! Welcome to my blog, I'm Clara, and I write fluffy fanfics with a focus on tickling! Pronouns are she/her.
First things first, this blog will be posting a lot about tickling. Mostly fanfiction- when I actually fucking write something- but I don't want any minors following or interacting with my content or myself. Especially since I write about tickle scenarios outside of fanfiction and they are occasionally on the spicy side. So, if you are under the age of 18, do not interact.
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I write for smaller fandoms. Musicals, Ghost BC, Sleep Token, (the characters in the lore. I don't write about unmasked members of either band) Disney films. I'm not taking prompts or requests at this time. Writing takes a little bit, so please be patient.
I do like being teased, but unless you are my husband, who also follows and interacts with my stuff, don't make it sexual.
So uh, did any other knismo lovers used to look up compilations of their favorite celebrities or fictional characters laughing, when they were younger? Cause I sure as hell did.
Okay... But after reading that Dracula fic, my mind is going right back to the tickle garbage can. And now I have another idea. What if The Brides, instead of going to bite Johnathan, they decide to get up to mischief and tickle him instead? I'm incredibly tempted to write this, help shhsffdhdd
Notes: Vaguely based off an ask I was sent in by an anon, and inspired by my latest re-reading of Dracula several months ago. Once again, I am here to write about classics no one cares about for my own personal gain, because I care about these characters more than I should. Also, Johnathan mentions something once in the book that vaguely alludes to the fact that he’s canonically ticklish, and I’m fucking running with that.
Summary: Johnathan reminisces on how Mina used to help him when his insomnia took a turn for the worse, and Dracula offers to rekindle the tradition.
The lightning cracked against the window once more, sending shock waves humming through his bones. It was dark in the spacious room, but every arc of electricity lit up the walls in shadows that ran the imagination wild. Normally, something as simple as a storm wouldn’t have bothered Johnathan, but there was something about this house, loud and creaky and full of secrets that taunted him in the dark, that put him on edge. He gripped the covers tightly, pulling them up to his chest and determining to go back to bed if only to prove to himself that this was all in his head.
Until a particularly large burst of wind slammed into the window, throwing it open with a dramatic crash. Heart seizing in his chest, Johnathan jerked awake once more, body stiff with fear.
Logically speaking, he knew the real monster dwelled inside this very home and so there was no need to worry about outside intruders. Unfortunately, logic rarely won out in most internal debates of Johnathan’s.
On one hand, I wanna scare the shit out of my bf when he moves in by reenacting that bit from Obsession where Bear goes to scooch over a little bit, and Nikki screams "STAAAAAAY!" at him. On the other hand, I fear that might get me tickled-
A/N: Hiiii, I return with more of my self indulgent bullshit. Rewatched this with a friend and got more inspo. We’re thinking about RPing an alternate ending where Vlad and Elisabeta get their happy ending but for now, I'm just gonna write shit for an AU where they get to be together. Might write more for this movie, I love it so much. Very tempted to put my thinking cap back on, and write for Del Toro’s Frankenstein.
Warnings: None aside from my usual tickling shenanigans that go on in my fics. Don't like, don't read. Tooth rotting fluff inside.
Summary: Vlad still carries a tremendous amount of guilt for Elisabeta's death in her previous life. Luckily this time, she's here to provide comfort and a way out of his own head.
Disclaimer: I can't believe fanfiction writers have to say this shit now, BUT: No part of this fic came from AI, nor was it AI generated. Every part of this fic came from the garbage can of my brain. It might not be great or long, but at least it's not AI slop.
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Vlad had woken up with melancholia. It was a jarring shift, Elisabeta thought. One day he was happy to have her home, the next night, the intensity of his sadness frightened her. Particularly when he isolated. She didn't like that at all.
The gargoyles watched as she paced back and forth in the dining hall, anxiously.
"I can't bear to think of him alone!" The lost princess spoke aloud. "Very rarely did this occur in my previous life!'
A deep, rumbling growl from above said they were being attentive.
"I don't understand! Why now? And he won't talk to me about it! I love him but I forgot how frustrating he can be at times!"
The sun was setting behind the Carpathian mountains. They would need to hunt soon but Vlad in particular needed fresh blood.
"Any suggestions?" She looked up at them.
One jumped down, peering up at her with a mischievous grin on his stony face. He wiggled his claws at her. At first, Elisabeta misunderstood.
"No!" She laughed softly, "you will not-"
The gargoyle shook his head. He pointed towards her and Vlad's shared chambers and wiggled his claws again. Oh.
"Do you really think that could be of assistance? There is a time and place you know!"
The creature nodded enthusiastically. He was a troublemaker, this one. But he was loyal to his master and new mistress, and he hated seeing his master so down.
Master used this method to lift his lady's spirits! He told me! It will work on him!
"I do hope you're right..." She murmured, reaching down to caress between his horns.
And with that, Vlad's princess was a woman on a mission.
"My prince?" Elisabeta called softly, accompanied by a knock on the door.
On one hand, Vlad didn't want her to see him in such a state. He'd never gone into prolonged states of melancholy like this, in her previous life. But the logical part of him was aching to be vulnerable with her. She was his wife after all. He relented, opening the door for her.
When she stepped inside, he immediately drew her into his arms. She let him hold her for as long as he wanted. He needed her.
"Forgive me, my love." He murmured, nuzzling into her hair. "I should not be so distant."
"Of course I forgive you. What troubles you though, that causes you to isolate like this?"
Vlad cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. He sighed softly and kissed her forehead, giving her a crooked, sad smile.
"Sit with me. I will tell you."
Elisabeta took his hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. She pulled him against her, combing her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes, relaxing under her affection.
"I dream about it sometimes." He began.
"Dream about what, Vlad?"
"Your death. I thought perhaps it would finally leave when I found you again, yet it still happens."
The events of the early evening started to make sense to her. Suppose if roles were reversed, she'd be doing the same thing. Her heart hurt for him.
She leaned down to kiss his temple.
"I'm home now. And we will not be separated again."
Ever the optimist, Vlad thought. They still had their weaknesses and ways to kill them. He would simply have to protect her better this time.
"... It was my fault." He said softly. "I should have called for you to get down."
Ahhh. There it was. Maybe why the melancholia was so strong. It brought guilt with it. Guilt that surely haunted him for the past four hundred years.
"No, my prince!" Elisabeta insisted. "If you had done that, the enemy would have done the same and would have continued to advance upon me!"
She had been doing some thinking following their reunion. About God, fate, the forces that were which allowed her to reincarnate in the first place.
"Darling, I don't think it was God's will that caused my death." She said after a moment.
Vlad looked at her, his eyes glassy. He took her hands into his own, his thumbs brushing the backs. Could she be right? In the centuries following her first death, he had ruminated over it for decades. Replaying the moment he threw the sword, over and over again in his head, trying to come up with alternative scenarios where he didn't wind up killing her by accident. It had driven him to the edge of madness and sometimes he wondered if had teetered over said edge.
"I think it was exactly how it happened. An unfortunate accident. Maybe... Maybe it wasn't God or Fate."
So often did she cling to her faith in her previous life, praising God and His Son for every joy, praying for Vlad's safe return with every battle. Not once did she think until four hundred years later, that sometimes God is simply not involved. She rested her chin on Vlad's shoulder, nuzzling her cheek against his. He considered her words, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
"Do you truly think so?"
"Yes. I do. Being given a new life has given me fresh perspectives. Perspectives I would have never considered back then.”
He sighed, slumping against her. She kissed his cheek in quiet, loving reassurance. Some nights he wondered if this was all just another dream.
"We won't be separated again." Elisabeta assured him once more. "We know our weaknesses, what can hurt us, what to avoid..."
Vlad maneuvered out of her embrace to face her properly.
"This time I will protect you better. One would have to go through me, before I let you be harmed or taken away."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, now holding her close. As happy as he was to be reunited with her, part of him feared losing her once again. He always would. The Priest already had come dangerously close to doing so. He had remedied that. For now, they were safe. He did not wish to live through eternity with this new fear. He knew he couldn't let the anxiety control him.
But anxiety, as Vlad was finding out, is insidious with how it slowly grows in one's mind like an invasive weed. Once planted, it was ridiculously difficult to uproot.
"You need to get out of your own head." Elisabeta replied. "I can help you."
"How so?" The prince asked softly.
She smiled, pecking a kiss to his lips. "Just so you know... One of our children suggested this. But it is a good idea."
Oh no. As loyal as the gargoyles were, they were mischievous, devious little creatures when the mood struck them. Vlad raised an eyebrow.
"And you listened to them? What did they- ah! Do not!"
His own chortles cut him off as his wife's too-swift fingers found purchase on his ribs. They would rapidly ascend and then torturously descend at a snail's pace, causing him to go into quite a fit. At times, she would gently dig her nails into the gaps, making him jolt and twist.
"Stop! Stop!" He protested, hardly meaning it. He didn't have the heart to push her away, so he simply allowed her to do this.
As often as she got tickled by him in her previous life, Elisabeta gave it right back to him. He targeted her- sometimes daily if she was being particularly cute- but she was a menace herself.
"You know, those fangs have made your smile all the more endearing to me," Elisabeta said, pinching his sides.
Oh, he could say the same thing about hers. But the compliment made just a hint of pink light up his cheeks. She could see a few of his freckles beneath his deathly pallor. He squirmed instinctively, his body arching away from the maddening sensations due to reflexes... But no attempt to actually get away or stop her was ever tried.
His deeper chuckles gave way to one highly embarrassing snort, which would have made his cheeks darken were he still mortal. His wife had gone for his stomach, softly scribbling and fluttering her nails across the expanse. He barked a startled laugh when her hands snuck under his linen shirt. The prince twisted, attempting to curl in on himself but Elisabeta wouldn't let him. His legs thrashed and kicked out desperately as his laughter grew in volume just as his beloved princess adored.
"There we are!" She beamed, her own giggles beginning to join his. "A smile always did look wonderful on you! Especially when I'm the cause of it!"
Despite being made to laugh so hard he could hardly get a word out, he almost managed a teasing smile.
"Do you mean just tickling me to a second death, or outside of that as well?" He challenged through guffaws.
Laughter overtook him before he could get anything else out. Elisabeta had made sure of that. She had sped up her fingers, gazing down at him with a faux stern expression.
"Vlad, you always had such a mouth on you! Although I will say, I'm glad it hasn't changed in the centuries we've been apart!”
The Prince's hard chuckles died down to soft snickers as she slowed just briefly to give him a break, her hands gently squeezing and massaging his sides, rhythmically. Occasionally, her fingers would jump to life to skitter halfway up his ribs, to catch him by surprise. He'd jump or attempt to roll over, only to have her readjust him onto his back once more.
"Elisabeta, have a bit of mercy!" He chortled, his legs now thrashing.
How rich coming from him! He was the one that always chased her through the castle during the early days of their courtship, catching her effortlessly, and then not possessing a single shred of mercy as he tickled her silly. She filed those memories away for later.
"Perhaps I could..." she mused, her hands darting to his thighs suddenly, now lightly squeezing, along with some soft pinches.
A startled, booming laugh sounded throughout the room as her fingers worked their devious magic. It was here that his efforts to either shield himself or roll redoubled. For once, the princess let him. She knew he had a far worse spot than his thighs anyway.
"...Or maybe I should be merciless. I learned from the best after all! What was it you used to say to me, my love? 'No mercy for the princess'? Well, no mercy for the prince, this time!"
Vlad kicked, letting out a shout before breaking down into harder gales of laughter growing in volume, when his beloved massaged circles into one of his calves. Four hundred years later and that spot could still coax out the most wonderful sounding laughter from him. Despite his face being buried into a pillow, Elisabeta still savored the sound of his mirth. She smiled lovingly down at him, lost in her adoration for her husband, when she felt it.
A startled squeal was forced from her throat when Vlad's hand suddenly squeezed her side. It worked as he intended, her hand shooting away from his calf to swat at his. He rolled onto his back again, grinning up at her.
His grin was boyish, despite his fangs, eyes shining with amusement and cheer that she hadn't seen since the bout of melancholia began this morning. There was also a dare within those oceanic depths of his:
Continue. See what it gets you.
Of course Elisabeta was going to try, her hand darting back towards his calf, when he sat up, grin widening, a playful spark in his eyes.
"Ah-ah, princess," he scolded mockingly, gathering her wrists in one hand, holding them up.
"All these centuries later, and you still think it's wise to challenge the dragon," he chuckled.
His free hand drifted slowly to her ribs and she found herself squirming apprehensively, a nervous smile twitching upon her lips.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't retaliate, and I'll consider mercy... This one time."
An anxious giggle bubbled up from her chest, pushing itself free. Vlad was smirking now.
"An adorable noise my love, but that's not an answer."
Just as his fingers were about to get to work, she found her voice at last.
"Because my actions possibly helped lift your spirits?!"
His expression softened, his offending hand still not tickling. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
"Hmm. Very well. That is true." He murmured when they broke the kiss.
He wrapped his arms around her in a secure, loving embrace while Elisabeta rested her head on his chest. Something she used to do when they were still human, and he had a heartbeat.
"Thank you," Vlad said, resting his chin atop her head. "You always know what to do. Back then, as well."
She sighed contently, grateful that the idea worked.
"I'm happy to know you're feeling better, even if it's just a little. We need to find blood soon, dearest. I know you must be hungry."
"And we will." He assured her, "just let me hold you a little longer."
Elisabeta was happy to indulge him.
Outside their chambers, two gargoyles from above had heard everything. One looked at his companion, feeling quite smug, while the other gave a rumbling growl. Scratched into a stone nearby were the letters V and E, with more singular scratch marks under each initial.
Ten under V and now ten under E. They were tied at the moment but either way, the tie would be broken soon enough. The gargoyles had never seen their master this happy. Not in all the decades they served him. Having Elisabeta back made him into a new man. They enjoyed her presence as well, adoring her just as much as Vlad.
He had his love back. And although there would be times like this in the future, Elisabeta would be by his side until it passed. Just as it had been, and now just as it would always be.
Unfortunately for everyone that follows me- and everyone in that fandom- I am once again writing another Dracula: A love tale fanfic, because I can't help myself with Vlad and Elisabeta. It's gonna be more self indulgent fuckery.
AW, YOU NAUGHTY NUTSACK!! Welp. For teases, I'm going to be a tricky fairy and direct you to this little post here for the part of your question- because I technically am being honest and answering!
For spots, however:
-The back is an underrated tickle spot and I like being tickled there.
On my hands and knees begging: If anybody in the tickle community- who is an adult- has seen the new Dracula movie, please, please, please, come talk headcanons, fics, and even RP if you're into that. I have brainrot so bad. I need someone who gets it.
