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âą Genshin Impact
âą Honkai Star Rail
âą Poppy Playtime
âą Pressure
âą Identity V
âą Stardew Valley
âą TGCF (Heaven's Official Blessing)
âą MDZS (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation)
âą Pokemon
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Hihi !! Could I request some Homicipher perchance..? đ
Preferably Mr. Crawling and or Mr. Gap, but literally anything would be awesome ! (*â§ÏâŠ)
{{Requests are CLOSED! This one is just too cute to pass up!}}
Oh my GOD YES!!! I never really need a reason to write more Homichiper, but like...this is perfect motivation! I already have something for Mr. Crawling made, so let's go with Mr. Gap! I got you, friend!
TW: Angst, crying, comfort by a strange being (Mr. Gap is cute though <3)
Her legs felt weak, and suddenly she just couldnât go on.
Falling to her knees, Adami let out a shaky sigh as her hands scraped against the ground. She welcomed the pain- it was the first real thing she felt since her descent into this world. Where was she now? How long has she been walking? Was this hallway new, or was she in a different building altogether? Was she even in a building?
Where was Mr. Crawling? She swore he was behind her all this time. Did she lose him, or did he grow bored following her? The thought made her throat close up with tears.Â
Fighting them off, she leaned into the concrete wall nearby. Her body was so heavy- like her bones were made of lead. Her head spun, her memory foggy and her vision blurry. Was it sweat or tears? She didnât care enough to find out.
Something moved behind her, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She twitched alert, but eased soon after. Mr. Scarletella didnât make a sound. His arrival was always accompanied by an uneasy gut feeling.
No, this was familiar. Not Mr. Crawling butâŠ
âO-oh.â Her eyes found a face in the nearby crack, hidden in shadow. âMr. Gap.â
âMe. Find. You.â He grinned at her, then faltered when he saw her face. âYou. Sad?â
âOh IâŠ.yes.â She nodded, suddenly too tired to lie. âI. Sad. Yes.â The truth made her vision blur again, and she doubled over with a hand on her mouth to mute her sob. She pressed the other into her stomach, as if that alone would keep the threads of her being together.
Mr. Gap stared at her while she cried, a confused look on his face as his lips curved downward. After a moment, he suddenly disappeared, falling back into shadow.
His sudden exit cast another wave of pain over Adami. She squeezed her eyes shut as more tears leaked out, feeling terribly alone. Her sobs echoed off the stone walls around her, taunting her with her weakness. She bit her lip so hard it began to bleed, trying desperately to stifle her misery.
A hand came up and brushed her hair.
She flinched away, wide eyed as she turned towards the source. Mr. Gap blinked back at her, looking even more confused. âMe. Help. Not?â He looked at his hand, then back at her. âYou. Not. Like?â
He wasâŠcomforting her? The shock of the interaction put a pause on her tears. She looked at Mr. Gapâs hand, then his face. Then back again.
Finally, she creeped back towards him, resting her forehead against his hand. âIâŠYou. Help. Yes.â She closed her eyes, feeling his stiff hand against her hair. For a moment, she thought heâd change his mind.
Then he began patting her head, the same way Mr. Crawling would do. âThere. There. You. Me. Safe.â He spoke with a rare gentleness. It felt like a soothing balm over a burn, a needle closing up her ripped open soul.
She let out a shaky sob as she looked up at him, smiling the best she could. âMe. Thank. You.â
Mr. Gap grinned, delighted. He pet her head more, so excited he messed up her bangs. The gesture was so much like a child she laughed despite herself. The sound made Mr. Gap pause, eyes lighting up.
âLaugh. You. Laugh!â He giggled before fading out again. Adami blinked at his second disappearance, tilting her head at the crack in the wall.
âOh? Where did you- EHHEE?â She squeaked and shot up when two hands suddenly grabbed her sides from behind. His ability to travel from gap to gap was kinda scary. She couldnât turn around to see him, suddenly caught up in a fit of laughter. âMihihihister Gahahhahap!â
âHa! You. Laugh! Laugh! Laugh!â He cheered, delighted by her reaction. His fingers worked quickly over her torso, scribbling up her ribs and back down to her hips, repeating the process over and over. Adami tried squirming away, but no matter how far to the left or right she went, he found her. âMe. Got. You!â
âMihiihiihster Gahahhaap! Ehahahhha, wahahhhait pleahahhahse! It tihihihihickles!â She cried, shrieking when he wiggled his fingers into her neck. She bent over when his other hand scribbled into her belly. Then both grabbed her waist again and made her shoot back up, starting all over. âCohohoohme ohohoohn! Ehahahhahahhaa!â
He dragged it out a little longer, tickling her until her tears were from mirth and her smile was near permanent. Finally when she began to cough was when he stopped, his hands retreating. She fell forward, laying on her side as she gasped for air. The world was spinning, and she could barely catch her breath, but her chest felt lighter. Her head didnât ache nearly as bad, and everything seemed a little lessâŠhelpless.
When she looked up, Mr. Gap had moved to the gap closest to her. âYou. Happy?â
âYes.â She nodded, and he beamed. His hand reached out and petted her head again with the same energy as before, ruffling her bangs and making her laugh again. She reached up, squeezing his hand within her own and making him pause. âThank. You.â She leaned up and kissed his knuckles.
Her lips barely brushed against his skin before he shot his hand back, making her blink in surprise. She just barely saw him before he disappeared, his face noticeably red.
Huh. So they could blush. She grinned, her heart softening at his adorable reaction.
thinking of phainon and mydei each holding one of anaxa's arms above his head, having a competition on who can tickle anaxa better and anaxa is just crying from laughing because of course the two idiots choose his hypersensitive spot???
During a meeting between the Intelligentsia Guild and the Strategic Investment Department, Aventurine seems to be finding himself getting a little bored⊠and Ratio decides to keep him entertained.
this was technically a prompt for #valstickletober, day 23 â however, im writing this late because i have been absolutely swamped with work lately
better late than never i guessâŠ.? either way, i hope you all enjoy! ^^
Meetings. Meetings, corporate yaps, and other traditional nine-to-five hellscapes. This was by far Aventurineâs least favorite part of the job. At least he had Ratio here to endure this with himâ though, Ratio didnât seem to mind this part nearly as much as he did. Ratio was even⊠paying attention?! Who did that? During corporate meetings??
Aventurine sighed, tapping his foot against the floor. He was tempted to just put his head down on the table and close his eyes, but he knew deep down it would only lead to a scolding. After all, this was about the upcoming mission in Penacony. It directly involved him and Ratio, meaning this was likely something he should be focusing on⊠But it wasnât his fault⊠It was just too boring!
He softly kicked at the carpet under the table, staring at the shiny leather of his shoe under the shadow cast. He glanced around under the table, noticing Ratio wearing his usual sandals. Smirking, he softly taps the others foot with the side of his loafer, earning a sharp side-glare from Ratio, and a small huff. Ratio ended up just shrugging off the others' antics afterwards, rolling his eyes and focusing on the meeting again.
But Aventurine wasnât one to be ignored, not by his colleaguesâ and certainly not by the handsome man next to him. Adjusting his tinted glasses, he leaned back in his chair so that he could see under the table without making it obvious that he was staring. He softly took the slightly-pointed toe of his loafers, gently sliding it up the purple-haired man's ankle with a smirk. Ratio shot the man another glare, but didn't dare say anything to interrupt the meeting.
These antics went on for a little while, with Aventurine lightly teasing the otherâs skin, causing a slightly irritated reaction â and an even more irritated Ratio. Clearly done with the blond man's actions, he shifts his legs away, just barely out of reach from the man.
Aventurine frowned, not wanting to let his only source of entertainment get away. He softly leaned back just a little further, propping his legs up on Ratioâs under the table. Ratio practically looked like he was going to blow a fuse, as he pinched the bridge of his nose, before side-eyeing Aventurine again. This time, though, he gave a little smirk.
He yanked at the other's shoelace, tugging off the otherâs shoe. Aventurine raised an eyebrow, before trying to move his leg off of the other's lap, only to be quickly stopped by the man, who wrapped a strong hand around the manâs slender ankle.
âYour actions have consequences, Gambler.â He muttered almost silently to the man, before softly tracing a finger up the blondâs sole, causing a small, surprised squeak-like noise to escape Aventurineâs lips, which he quickly covered up with a cough and a clearing of his throat.
âRatio, youââ He muttered back once eyes were off of him. Ratio, however, didnât seem to want to stop. He agreed, after allâ there were things that could make this meeting more⊠Entertaining.
Ratioâs blunt nails gently traced right through the silk-like material of Aventurineâs dress sock, making Aventurine shudder and blush, gently biting on the tip of his thumb to prevent any sorts of laughter or giggling from escaping his lips. Ratioâs fingers scratched gently up and down the soles, before darting to the toes to get the sensitive undersides. This caused Aventurine to jolt upright, earning a couple side eyesâ though people were used to his more theatrical behavior by now, and simply shrugged it off. Either that, or they decided it wasnât worth the trouble to try saying something to someone in such a high position.
After a good ten or so minutes of Ratio teasingly tickling Aventurineâs sole, the meeting was finally adjourned, and everyone cleared the room, except for Ratio and Aventurine, who remained seated. Aventurine pulled his leg from the others grasp, letting out a huff. Ratio, however, let out what one might almost call a smirk.
âWhat? You complained of being bored. Surely I took your mind off of that âdreadfulâ meeting, correct?â
Aventurine was about to retort, but in all honesty, he didnât really have any counterarguments. So, he simply rolled his eyes, adjusting his shades, and stepping awayâ until he felt two hands on either side of him, squeezing at his hips.
âOh, no. Gambler, you donât get to do your little under the table flirting without any return.â
Aventurine let out a squeaky laugh, his wrists darting down to Ratioâs stronger hands and trying to stop him, as Ratio softly leaned in with a chuckle, placing a gentle kiss right under the blondâs ear. This move caused Aventurine to break into soft giggles, curling into Ratioâs touch just a little bit.
He would never admit this⊠but he was absolutely loving this sort of attention⊠especially from Ratio.
A/N: Better late than never, as they say đ« ! This is a gift fic I wrote for a good friend of mine. We've only been friends for a few months but I feel like I've already learned a lot from her and Iâm very grateful for her company đ«. She loves Alucard (and honestly, can you blame her?) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluffy ler!Alucard fic as much as she did! It's also my first time writing a full reader POV story! Thank you for reading đ.
Series: Castlevania (TV)
Characters: Alucard, Reader (romantic)
Summary: While journeying with a melancholy Alucard, you decide to cheer up the dhampir with a traditional game of hide and seek after stopping to camp for the night.
Word Count: 2,114
You are traveling with Adrian again.
After two weeks of journeying, the two of you find the ruins of what appears to be an abandoned village.
Despite the state of the place, you are relieved. With these types of ruins, there is a chance for not only a roof over your heads, but a proper hearth for keeping warm and fixing a meal.
âThis village mustâve fallen victim to my fatherâs armies,â Adrian says, approaching a stone wall covered in claw marks and sliced in two; clearly the work of night creatures.Â
You stand beside Adrian. He appears to be scrutinizing the damage, his expression, blank. But you know that despite his outward indifference, it pains him to see the consequences of his fatherâs rage â to see what he could not protect.
Itâs not your fault, you want to tell him. But youâve told him this before and so have the others. You decide that nowâs probably not a good time, opting to bring it up again after you both have had some food.Â
âWhy donât you go find some food for us?â You offer, smiling. âIâll look around the village for a good place to settle down and get a fire started in the meantime.âÂ
Adrian glances at you but you can see that he is smiling too, âvery well.â He turns away, âI wonât be far. But do be careful.â
âYou know me,â you chuckle. âIâm nothing if not careful.âÂ
âNo, you areâŠâ But his words trail off for a moment, then, ââŠyou are many things.â Then the dhampir is walking briskly towards the villageâs limits without another glance, leaving you with the start of a blush radiating from your cheeks and tips of your ears. You think that he needs to work on his flirting, but you canât help but grin fondly at the memory of his attempt anyway.Â
After scouring the villageâs remnants, you find a house with a complete roof, a hearth and enough floor space for two bedrolls. Thankfully there are no human or otherwise remains, only signs that the former residents had left in a hurry. You see a stuffed goat left by the front door and try not to think of who it belonged to.
As you set up the fire in the hearth, you sigh heavily, feeling the familiar weight of anxiety creep up on you. Draculaâs armies and enemies have been vanquished. The people affected by those battles are rebuilding. The world has entered a season of peace. And your travels with Adrian help ensure that. There is no reason to despair, not anymore.Â
âNot anymore,â you whisper aloud to the crackling fire. How can you keep away these melancholic demons? You grin as an idea comes to mind. After a quick look around, you decide to retreat to a dwelling next door and hide under the sill of a window facing the house youâve chosen for camp. You peek occasionally, checking to see if Adrian will appear. Eventually you hear a door open in the other house and Adrianâs boots lightly tap against the floorboards. You donât dare peek now, surely heâllâ
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
You shriek and nearly jump out of your skin as Adrian appears out of thin air, kneeling in front of you with a raised brow.Â
âUgh! How do you do that?!â You cry with your hands to your chest, trying to catch your breath and still your rapidly beating heart.
âVampire magic,â he says, then lifts up two rabbit carcasses by their ears. âDinner is acquired. But I donât see a place for it in the hearth. Only that you are hiding next door.â The blondâs eyebrows narrowed, âdid you sense danger?âÂ
You roll your eyes at his simple reply. âNo, not yet, at least,â then push yourself to your feet. âI do have a proposition for you, though, if youâll hear me out,â you say with a tiny glint in your eye. âWhat do you say?â
Adrian stands with you, squinting, âdepends. Whatever it is, it doesnât sound like it can wait until after dinner.âÂ
âWell it can,â you rub your arm, having not expected Adrian to be hungry. âI just thought that we could play a quick game to... get all the âdoom and gloomâ out of our heads, you know?â You feel a new blush creep up on your cheeks inadvertently.Â
Adrian keeps eye contact with you for an uncomfortably long time, long enough that youâre starting to expect that you upset him. But another agonizing moment later, his lips curl into a grin. You bite your bottom lip, all too familiar with that look. Youâve been found out.Â
ââDoom and gloomâ, you say?â Adrian places his free hand on his hip. âPray tell, how do you suggest we remedy this then?âÂ
Found out but heâs still willing to play along. Good, you think, as relief settles over you. âHide and seek,â you offer, crossing your arms in front of you. âIâll hide. But you have to find me at least three times in ten minutes or⊠umâŠâ You look around, desperately trying to find ideas for your own reward besides what you want from this game in the first place. âUm, I get to wear your coat for a day.âÂ
Adrian scoffs then clears his throat, âare you serious?âÂ
You nod curtly, maintaining your confident grin. It was a stupid demand, but a demand nonetheless. Adrian was going to win anyway. He always did. But that wasnât the point.Â
âIf you say so,â Adrian shakes his head, setting aside the rabbit carcasses for now, then begins removing his gloves. âIâll play this little game of yours.âÂ
âBrilliant! Now, what do you want if you win?âÂ
âI think you already know what I want.â Adrian winks at you and you feel heat begin to travel up your neck.Â
âWell?â The dhampir tosses aside his leather gloves, âarenât you going to hide? Iâll count to ten.â He chuckles lightly, âoneâŠtwoâŠâ
You sprint away from the house, heading for the barn where you found the firewood for the hearth. This isnât the first time youâve played this particular game of hide and seek with Adrian. As you settle behind a large pile of dirty hay, you wish you were playing in the castle instead.Â
âCome out, come out wherever you areâŠâ You hear Adrian announce some yards away with all the enthusiasm of an overstimulated parent. You cover your mouth to stifle your snort of amusement.Â
âYou know Iâm going to find youâŠ,â he continues. âAnd you know whatâll happen when I doâŠâÂ
A giddy excitement bubbles up within you. You are counting on Adrian finding you, but more so, what he plans to do with you.
A puff of air grazes your right arm, then you hear this next to your ear: ââŠIâm going to tickle you.âÂ
Before you can protest, Adrian grabs your waist and pulls you against him, squeezing your sides repeatedly. You dig your heels into the dirt and try to push off him, but he has you pinned.Â
Your hands clamp down over his as you grin and writhe in wheezing laughter from the surprise of Adrianâs attack. He relents a moment later, taking your hands and helping you up as you catch your breath. âY-Youâyou almost killed me!âÂ
âOh, donât be so dramatic,â he chuckles. âEight minutes to go now.â He lets you go and steps back. âOne⊠two⊠threeâŠâ
It takes you longer than you wanted to get out of the barn, heâs already on âsevenâ by then and youâve already forgotten the hiding places you picked out before he returned from his hunt. You skid to a stop near a chicken coop then squat behind it. Adrian plans to tickle you every time he finds you, thatâs usually the way the game plays out, but when he finds you this time, you decide you arenât going to let him.Â
A shadow then flickers in front of your feet, you look up just in time to see Adrian reach for you⊠but you roll out of the way and onto your feet before he makes contact. In a display of defiance, you stick your tongue at him before running away again.Â
âYouâre going to pay for that!â You hear him call out as you turn a corner. Then the counting begins once more, âoneâŠâÂ
The ten minutes you picked was arbitrary. Adrian Tepes, also known as Alucard, Son of Dracula, could probably catch you twenty times or more in that time. But the chase was more fun for both of you, as was the reward in the end.Â
Panting, you arrive at a decrepit well. You put your hands down on the rim and hop in, catching the inner sides with your feet while you hold on to the misshapen bricks near the surface of the well with your hands. Maybe Adrian will still find you in a matter of seconds, but even he would have to admit you picked a good hiding spot. However, it had already been a minute and your muscles were starting to ache from the strain.Â
âOh, noâŠâ You dare to look down and there is nothing but darkness. Who knew how far down it went? You look up to see the sun setting and start to panic. You try to adjust your feet but slip. As you feel your grip on the brick loosen, two hands grab your upper arms and pull you out onto the dusty ground.Â
âAre you bloody stupid?â You wince as Adrian scolds you.Â
âPossibly,â you roll onto your back, panting and sweating profusely. âI thought⊠I thought it was a great hiding spot, personally.â
Adrian sighs, âyes, yes. Very clever.â Then he kneels beside you. âBut that cleverness wouldnât have saved you from a broken leg. Or worseâŠâ He offers his hands to you.Â
You take them and he pulls you up once more. âIâm sorry,â you say, head down. âI didnât mean to worry you.âÂ
âI know.â The dhampir pushes away a few loose strands of his hair. âI suppose⊠you can add something to my reward for the inconvenience.â He says, a hint of mischief replacing his mild frustration almost instantly. âI pulled you out of there in nine minutes, by the way. It wouldâve been sooner, but someone had to prove something.âÂ
âA-Add?â You sputter, eyes widening at what that could possibly mean for you.Â
The dhampir takes your wrists and leans in, âIâm hungrier than I thought.â He makes a show of running his tongue over his fangs. âIâll have my appetizer now, thank you.âÂ
Your jaw drops. You were expecting tickle torture, not this! âAdrianâŠâ You start to plea as he embraces you. âAdrian! N-No, wait! P-Please! N-Not THIHIHEHEHEHEE!â But it was too late, the blond had already buried his face into your neck, kissing your sensitive skin.
You shriek as wave upon wave of sensation shocks your body, making you squirm with all your might, but it is all in vain in the hands of the Son of Dracula. He then nuzzles closer to your ears, making you cackle. Your legs start to give out and you collapse slowly with Adrianâs help. But just when you thought heâd let you go, his fangs came out, running along your skin with the utmost gentleness.Â
You squeal, âEEHEHEHEHEHEE! A-ADRIAN!â He chuckles lightly against your neck as he continues exploring it with his lips and teeth, all the while, you are overcome with shrieking laughter until you are nearly in tears.
You fall limp against his chest, giggling and face flush.Â
âFeeling all right, sweetness?â Adrian asks gently, letting his affection for you leak through as he holds you in his lap.Â
âY-You know thatâs one of my worst spots!â You pout, bumping your head against him playfully.Â
âAll the more reason I should take advantage of it every now and then, hm?â He kisses your hair. âNow then, I believe you owe me my reward.âÂ
You gasp and turn to look at him, âYou meanâŠ. t-that wasnât it?!âÂ
âOf course not.â Adrian cracks his knuckles. âThat was for frightening me. But thisâŠâ He raises his hands, wriggling his fingers. ââŠis my reward.â He grins widely, showing fangs and all.Â
You swallow hard, unable to take your eyes off his fingers, âbut what about d-dinner?âÂ
Adrian stops wriggling and leans in to whisper in your ear, âthis is dinner.âÂ
You squeak, feeling a chill crawl up your spine.Â
The dhampir chuckles then says, âtickle, tickle, sweetnessâŠâÂ
That evening, there was no more sign of melancholy. Only laughter, affection and peace. Your plan worked.Â
