A/N - Hey y’all, it’s Rose with another fic. This one is not a reader insert (praise) and it’s for @nhasablog since she prompted it! This little fic as a ton of parallels which I hope you all find and feel free to ask me about anything, comment on what you noticed. I hid a bunch of stuff in there and I like it, so I hope you do too. Here’s a Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them fic. Please, enjoy!
Word Count: 1,323
The stars above were brighter than he had ever seen. They sparkled down on the Earth, watching over it as beautifully wicked events occurred alongside the hellishly wonderful. Wars were fought, love was won, babies were born, lives were lost. The stars never minded much, their places in the universe seemed to be much less trivial than those of humans.
The air was cold, the smell of gasoline and asphalt intermixed on the short breeze. Shoes clicked on the sidewalks, hands intertwined after dinner. Rings exposed from small boxes, blood dripping from nostrils. The city was alive, a creature of passion and light, fire and rage, peace and calm.
A boy stood before a storefront, gazing into the darkened glass of the window. A family of mannequins posing, ready for a spring picnic. Mother in floral sundress, vibrant orange like the burning sun. Father in a red polo, the ripest apple picked from the local orchard. Son wearing a collared shirt, white as the freshest of snow. Young daughter, wobbly on her feet, wearing a sunhat made of apple blossoms. The brightest of blue for the backdrop, a perfect scene. Even without expressions, faces, they all looked happy. It was all cliché, but that’s all the boy wanted.
Two figures appeared in the window, dim reflections of themselves. The boy had heard them, their quiet footfalls on the concrete, their gaits memorized in his mind. Their presence was welcomed, the lighthouse guiding the lost ship through the storm. The duo comforted him, a feeling he knew little of.
“I need a place to stay,” The boy uttered, staring at the faces in the window. Their warmth grew, two thin hands on his shoulders. A gentle touch, a small lean, a breath on his ear, a silvery voice.
“You can stay with us,” Her voice consisted of hidden pain and lavender fields. “Come with us.”
Her hand held his, a crackling fire melting away the sharp icicles. The streets emptied, the city curling up for its brief, nightly slumber. The moon illuminated the city, shadows watching the three from their nests, guiding them home. The road to their destination was slight, the stairs up to the flat a nuisance. The building dark and dreary. Door opening, guiding the boy into a new life full of life and beauty. The room was fragrant and bright. Cookies baked in the oven, bed freshly made.
“Welcome, Credence,” Tina smiled as she guided the boy in, “to your new home.”
He never realized what she meant by this, not until a while later. He thought he would only be of residence for a short while, but this flat quickly became much more than a temporary home.
Newt followed them in, introducing the boy to Jacob and Queenie. They sat down for a late dinner, a daily occurrence after this day. Afterward, dessert arrived and so did a moment of bonding. Questions were asked, jokes were exchanged. Light flickering for the first time in years.
“Credence?” There was a knock on his door, sunlight sneaking in through the curtains. A thick fog clouded his vision as the boy rolled over, sleepily glancing up at Tina as she stood in the doorway to his own room. “Wake up, dear.”
“It’s too early,” Credence’s voice was rough as he glanced over at the clock on the wall. “Can’t I sleep some more?”
“Unfortunately, not,” Tina let out a light laugh, her hair flowing perfectly. “We have somewhere to go.”
“Where?” His interest piqued as a bright white shirt was thrown his way.
“On a picnic,” She replied before stepping out, her dress flowing behind her as she spun around and left him alone to change. It had been almost a year since he came to stay with them and never once did Credence not enjoy a single second. He had done so much with the four of them and he never felt alone or excluded. All he ever felt was wanted.
Newt greeted him as he entered the main room. The man held a basket, cleanly woven and radiating multiple fragrances. Taking Tina’s hand, the three of them left the flat, Queenie and Jacob ushering them a good day.
The sky was the brightest of blue when they arrived at the little hill which overlooked the city. Setting out the blanket, the trio sat around and ate the small sandwiches and other delicacies previously prepared. The three of them ate and talked, staring out at the city and enjoying life.
“Then, Tina screamed in terror,” Newt exclaimed, retelling a story Credence enjoyed.
“Excuse me, but I remember it quite clearly that you were the one that screamed,” Tina scoffed, nibbling on her cookie.
“I don’t scream,” Newt remarked, finishing the last of his sandwiches. “So, it must be you whose wrong.”
“Oh, I can make you scream,” Tina laughed, jabbing him in the ribs. Newt let out a squeal before shifting back, batting his hands against hers.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Is that a challenge I hear?” Tina responded before pouncing. She dug into Newt’s sides, the letting out a stream of bubbly laughter often heard around the flat. Tickle fights were quite common with at least one occurring every day. It was usually Newt on the receiving end, but every one of the five who lived there had been tickled a few times.
Tickling had been a new experience for Credence once he moved in, having had no prior experience before. They taught him, lovingly, and soon enough, he was as into the fights as everyone else. It was something he quite enjoyed, being tickled. It filled him with joy and was relaxing. It was also a moment of pure, unbreakable, bonding.
No one quite remembers how, but Credence was wrapped into the fight as well during their little picnic. After a few rounds of the three of them being pinned and thrown into hysterics, they leaned into each other, staring out into the bustling city.
“Credence?” Newt glanced over at the boy, his dark hair against Newt’s red sleeve. “You’ve been with us for a while now.”
“Yes, I have,” Credence smiled, remembering everything that had happened in the last year.
“You’ve enjoyed it, have you not?”
“I’ve enjoyed it very much. More than anything in the world,” He replied, wondering where this was going. He enjoyed living with them incredibly. It was the best thing to have ever happened to him and he was sure nothing could ever be better.
“Well,” Newt’s voice lingered, glancing at Tina who rested on the opposite side of Credence. “We were wondering if you would like to live with us indefinitely.”
“What do you mean?” The boy asked, confused.
“Newt and I have been thinking for a long time and we want to adopt you,” Tina responded, answering for Newt. Credence was taken aback by this, his mind buzzing. “Only if you would like, of course. But, we are very fond of you and frankly, I…I want you to be my son.”
“There would be a lot of steps, but we’ll make it work,” Newt entered. “We both love you, Credence and we want to do what’s best for you.”
“Thank you,” Credence felt tears forming, his face heating up. “Thank you so much,” He paused, wiping his eyes. “I would love to accept your offer. I didn’t think you thought the same way, to be honest. I have loved you both like family for a long time.”
“And we feel the same,” Tina replied, biting back her quivering lip, her fingers playing with her orange floral gown which was a bit tight around her belly. “We love you so much.”
“We simply do,” Newt added, leaning into the boy. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Thank you all, so much,” Credence cried, the two hugging him. They sat there, embraced above the large bustling city, the happiest family in the world.
A/N - Hey y’all, I’m back, I guess. I just really got in the mood to write and this fic kinda popped out. I hope you all enjoy and have a great day. Don’t forget to send me feedback or just talk to me. I’m in the mood to talk to people are just discuss weird stuff. I dunno, but have a great day, everyone. You are all perfect!
Word Count: 822
Long gown dusting the wooden floor, hair up in a small bun. Fingers intertwined, hand pressed into side. Violin plays, the air of the room is magically enthralling. A slight turn, a bow, a smile, a dance.
“You’re doing exceptionally well,” His breath warms your lips, foreheads connected, minds melding. The moment is perfect, nothing going awry for what seems like the first time in either of your lives. The room was empty, all but the two of you.
“As are you,” Another spin, a kiss on the forehead. He was quite taller than you, though your heels were tall, clicking on the wooden floor. His hands larger, encasing yours, rough skin holding velvet. Black suit, red dress. Red lips, black tie. A man with a dark past, a gloomy air. A woman made of colorful perfection, a life of optimism and certainty.
How did you come to be?
A doctor, vibrant eyes and fluttering lashes. You watched him rush in, eyes grim and red. Bed rolling next to him, red and white flashing outside the glass doors. Blood rushing through your veins, the thrill of saving lives excited you. The bed pushed through the doors, he was stopped. His screams resonated through you, pleas to save his brother. To save his stupidly brilliant brother. It’s all he asked. All he needed. To save Sherlock Holmes.
He stood before the doorway, eyes begging you to do more than your best. You watched him as you pushed the bed along with your colleagues. They told you of an apparent overdose. Heroin. The usual for this part of town. His eyes were wild, the usually calm sea was overtaken by the raging storm.
How long was it later, how long until he was stable? How many minutes, seconds, hours passed? You listened to the heart monitor, the frantic beep, beep, beep, beep. Did it stop or did you hallucinate? His brother, the taller, terrified man. He needed you. He needed you to do this. He needed you. Was the world watching? It sure felt like it. When did he become your world? When did this man become your world?
This man became your world, your entire world. Everything changed, everything cleared. The sky became blue, the waves were calm and rolling. The birds sang, the cats purred. It was okay. It was okay.
Your shoes clicked as you walked down the hallway, the never-ending hallway. The hallway with an entrance, but for many, never an exit. He’s still there. The tall man in the suit and the red eyes. You see him through the double doors, another doctor stepping through. You lock eyes. He needs you. He needs you. He needs you.
“He’ll be okay,” Your voice is music, silvery, the only sound he needed to hear for the rest of his life. “He’s been stabilized. He’ll make a full recovery.”
From the hospital to the ballroom, a swarm of butterflies migrating in your belly. He needed you and now, he has you. You are the medicine to his virus, the water sprinkled over his sapling, the wind flying his kite. You are his and he is yours.
Now, the two of you dance. Mycroft Holmes and you, hopelessly together.
The ball was soon, the two of you had to practice. Neither of you had danced in forever, neither of you really wanting to do this. This was his first public appearance with you, a dance put on. Something about foreign affairs and the House of Lords. Something you didn’t give two shits about. You’re a doctor, politics rarely interested you. Neither of you talked about work, neither of you caring for the other’s job, only caring for each other as a person. Occupation had no meaning when the palms were sweaty and the lips were locked.
“You missed a step,” Mycroft said curtly, stating a fact, though it didn’t seem to trouble him at all.
“Thanks for pointing that out, love,” You roll your eyes, squeezing his side as the two of you turned. You felt him flinch, his hand gripping your hand tighter. “I don’t think you are in the position to say something like that.”
“And neither are you,” He squeezed your side as well, a short squeak released from your lips.
“Oh, stop that,” You laughed, leaning in to nibble on his neck. You listened as he laughed, resisting the urge to pull away.
“Damnit, darling,” His fingers crawled over the side of your rib cage, a squeal and a laugh. The two of you continued to dance like this for the next hour, neither of you giving up. Thankfully, you had a little while to get everything just perfect for the ball. For the time being the two of you could relax and enjoy yourselves. Enjoy yourselves and love each other like there was no one else in the world. The two of you were perfect.
A/N - Hey y’all, it’s fic number who the fuck knows in Ficruary and this fic is dedicated to one of my anons who I am going to call birthday!anon! I hope you had a very happy birthday and enjoy this belated present! It’s the Steve x sister fic and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. As always, I hope everyone reads this and enjoys it. Don’t forget to comment on the fic or send me feedback, I crave it so much! Thanks y’al!
Word Count: 2,307
Steve Rogers thought he was the only one of his kind, a super soldier frozen in time. He quickly learned he was wrong, encountering his best friend from the past, Bucky Barnes. They had both undergone similar experiences, though they were on opposite sides of the law. These two were not the only ones, however.
In the 1960s, the world was sitting at the edge of their seats, waiting for World War Three. The wars in Korea and Vietnam were being fought and talk of nuclear warfare was eminent. The UN was terrified of another war, so they did something so drastic, it had to be hidden away for many years to come.
Y/N, a small orphan found wandering the streets of a big city was taken in by a prominent member of the UN. She was brought to the UN headquarters, in the heart of New York City. The raised her to be a diplomat, to be a soldier, to be the icon the people of the world needed most. She was the War Ender.
Trained in marital arts and injected with serum similar to that of which was used on Steve Rogers more than twenty years prior, she became the spy, solider, warrior, diplomat, hero the world needed at only fifteen years old. She was strong, but lean, not as well built as Steve was, not to draw any suspicion to her. She was released and completed many missions across the world, spying and executing, before the attack.
It happened after she had returned from a trip to Geneva, having negotiated with different world leaders over the civil rights campaign occurring in the United States. She was back in New York, finishing her reports in the small office she was given, when the building was under attack. Y/N scrambled to save as many people as she could, fighting off the unidentified attackers which she would learn many years later, were Hydra agents.
“Y/N!” A familiar voice called after the War Ender had cleared a main office, having saved all the individuals in the room. The girl spun around to see the man who saved her all those years ago, taken her off the streets and had put her in this position. He had a slash over his brow, blood dripping into his eye, forcing him to keep it shut.
“Father,” Y/N said, startled by his appearance. His business suit was torn, the tie around his neck missing.
“We need to go, it’s not safe for you here,” the man, Arthur Goldberg, announced quickly, grabbing her hand
“It’s not safe for me?” Y/N replied, confused. “It’s not safe for you. We need to get you out of here!”
“No, it’s too late,” Goldberg responded, almost solemn. “We have to get you down to the lab. We need to protect you.”
“Why?” Y/N asked, reluctantly following Goldberg down a set of stairs recently cleared of enemies.
“These men. They’re after you.”
“What?” Y/N stopped, Goldberg nearly stumbling down the stairs as she did so. “Why do they want me?”
“They know what you can do and they want to stop you from saving the world. They are the bringers of death and I need to prevent you from falling to them. I need to keep you alive, so you can bring life to the future.”
Y/N remained silent after this, not knowing how to respond. She followed closely behind Goldberg as he guided her to the labs in the underground, an area few knew of, an area so secure there would be no way for the Hydra agents to breach. Y/N had only been here a few times, usually to run tests after being introduced to the serum and her entire molecular chemistry was altered.
“Here,” The two stopped in front of a giant translucent cylinder, filled to the brim with a strange bubbling liquid. “We need to hook you up and get you in there.”
“What is that,” Y/N asked, not being to take her eyes away from the mechanism.
“It’s a hydro-stasis. It’s going to preserve your body and keep you alive. You’ll be asleep, but fully alive until we need you to wake up. Please, do this for me.”
“Why can’t I just stay here or fight? Why do I have to go in there?” Y/N breathed, tears threatening to form. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“I know,” Goldberg held her chin, tilting her head up slightly so their eyes met. “I don’t want to leave you either, but I need to protect you. The future needs you, Y/N, and you need to save it. I don’t know when you are going to wake up, whether it’s next week or in the next few years, but the future needs you. Please, Y/N, you’re one of the only hope’s we have left for this world.”
“Okay,” Her voice was soft, wavering as tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’ll do it.”
Sirens rang out as they hooked the War Ender up to the device, her vitals flashing on the small screen. She stood on the small ledge, her toes dangling from the metal, inches above the strange liquid. She sat down, her legs swaying in the cold substance, her eyes locked with Goldberg.
“Go save the world, Y/N,” Tears slipped from behind his thick rimmed glasses.
“I will, I promise,” Y/N gripped the ledge, fighting the urge to get up and flee. “Thank you for being the best father a girl could ever have. I love you.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
This was the last thing she heard before slipping into the cylinder, becoming fully submerged in the cold liquid. Her vision was blurred as she could see the faded image of Goldberg as he typed in a code on the nearby keyboard. The vault shut above her head, her hands pounding against the glass as Y/N realized she could no longer breath. She fought for her breath before being overcome, the cords in her arm releasing a serum which quickly slipped her into unconsciousness.
*** Very unsubtle point of view change ***
“Hey, Y/N! How was school?” Steve Rogers asked as you walked through the door, tossing your backpack against the wall as you trudged past. You merely groaned, choosing to ignore him as you made your way upstairs.
It had been three years since you were awoken by S.H.I.E.L.D. and placed in the care of Steve Rogers. After learning about you, Steve had taken you in as if you were a long-lost sister, whom he treated you as. At first, you had a hard time being in the care of Steve, wanting to find Goldberg. You were heartbroken when you learned he had passed more than ten years prior to your awakening and you would never see him again.
You did take a liking to Steve after a while, both of you learning about the new world together. After your awakening, you joined the Avengers as an on and off member, going on a few missions, but not serving for all. You could not go back to work with the U.N. thanks to them deeming you too young and uneducated. First, you had to go through a proper education before you could rejoin their ranks.
School was the worst thing in the world for you. You were bullied by a few peers, due to your limited knowledge of the modern world. You hated going to school, insisting that you be homeschooled, letting you learn what you wanted to. This idea was rejected by everyone, forcing you to go to public school like others. You were significantly smarter than everyone else, due to your experiences and age, despite being stuck in the body of a teenager.
“Y/N?” You heard Steve call as you collapsed onto your bed. S.H.I.E.L.D. had allowed you to live in the Avengers Tower, living with Steve on his floor. The other members quickly took a liking to you, all regarding you as family, accepting you as Steve’s new sister.
“Not today, Steve,” You groaned, staring up at the ceiling as you felt Steve’s presence in the doorway. He, being the big brother he was, ignored you, making his way to your bed. You felt the mattress creak and lower as he sat beside you, his hand running through your hair.
“Shit day?”
“Language,” You let out a mock gasp, glancing over at him. Steve cracked a small smile, rolling his eyes.
“That’s never stopped you,” Steve laughed lightly. “You little sailor.”
“Swearing makes me happy,” You replied, feeling Steve move his had away. You quickly grabbed it, moving it back to your scalp so he could continue playing with your hair.
“That’s just a thing Tony taught you to say,” Steve responded, amused by your antics.
“Damn straight,” You lean into his touch. “Asides, with all the shit we’ve gone through, I feel like the two of us deserve to swear more than anyone else.”
“I know,” Steve sighed, glancing up at the ceiling. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, causing a mischievous smile to form. “You know, there is another way to make you happy.”
“What do you mean?” You glanced up at him, wearing a rather bored expression despite your curiosity. Noticing his wicked expression, you try to sit up, but are stopped.
“This,” Steve exclaimed as his hand, which he had shaped like a claw, collapsed down onto your belly. You let out a squeal, his hand vibrating over your sensitive belly. Flailing around, you try to escape, though you don’t really want to. You want this, hell, you crave this. You crave the affection, the love, the laughter, the joy that all comes with this and Steve, he knows you do too.
“Steheheve!” You squeak as his hands explore the rest of your torso. Fingers scribbling along your ribs, counting each and every one of them as they skitter over. Nails skim over your collarbone, an area you had no idea was so sensitive until you met Steve. Light touches in and around your navel, scribbling along the thin inner skin of your cute belly button. Fingers fluttering lightly over your neck, then squeezing along your sides and hips. Thumbs drilling underneath your arms, snorts and high pitched laughter pouring from your lips the entire time. The entire time, you beat your arms against the bed, never once trying to stop his devious assault on your upper body.
“I hear music,” Another voice sounded from the doorway, causing the tickling to slow, but not stop. Both you and Steve turn to look at the door, you make out Tony Stark’s figure through your tears of mirth. Tony was wearing a white dress shirt, his suit jacket slung lazily over one shoulder. His pants were clean and pressed, his black shoes shining despite the room being dimly lit. “Ah, my favorite kind of music, the laughter of Y/N being tickled to death. Simply poetic, isn’t it Steve?”
“Tohohony!” You pleaded, laughter hitching as Steve brushed over a particularly sensitive spot along your sternum. You can just make out his signature flashy grin as he steps into the room, tossing the jacket on your chair. “Hehelp mehehe!”
“Aw, is the tiny super soldier too ticklish for her own good?” Tony teased, looking down at you from the edge of the bed. You reached out for him, which was a grand mistake. Steve too advantage of the opening, striking in exposed under arm. Tony smirked, a glint of evil shining in his eye that only you could see. “Don’t worry, kiddo. This super soldier right here is the same way.”
“Tohohony!” Steve yelped as Tony’s hands squeezed his sides, pushing him off you. You curl up, forming a small ball as Tony pounces onto Steve. You feel the bed shift as the two men wrestle around for a moment, Tony getting the upper hand after a brief while. “I’m going to need your strength, Y/N.”
Sitting up from the bed, you run a hand through your messy hair before giving Tony a determined nod. You crawl across the mattress and flip around enough so your knees are pressing into the palms of Steve’s hands. In this position, you are able to attack his neck as Tony skitters his fingers up and down, from his under arms to his hips. Steve is hysterical, his laughter rivaling yours from earlier. Steve shook his head back and forth, his hair rubbing against the pale sheets.
“Isn’t he just the cutest?” Tony teased before blowing a raspberry into Steve’s neck, the super solider completely losing his composure.
“Damn straight,” You laugh, enjoying the sound of Steve’s laughter. “Little Stevie can’t stand some tickling, can he?”
“I can see why he was getting you earlier,” Tony remarked, shooting you a wide grin. The two of you continue to tickle Steve for the next few minutes, both teasing as much as possible. “We need to stop soon. Even Steve here needs to breathe.”
“You know, he’s going to get us back the moment we stop, right?” You replied, hesitant to stop in fear of a counter attack.
“On the count of three, we stop and make for the elevator, okay?” Tony scanned your face, looking for approval.
“Okay, sounds like a plan.”
“Good,” Tony took a deep breath. “Three…two…one…run!”
The two of you bolted to the elevator, stumbling into the open door. You frantically jab the down button as Tony is begging F.R.I.D.A.Y. to shut the door faster. Both of you heard Steve’s footsteps growing closer. The man jumped through the door as it began to close, cornering both of you in the back of the elevator.
“You two are so dead.”
Steve pounced and the sound of yours and Tony’s laughter filled the elevator all the way down to the ground floor.
A/N - It’s your bro, Rose here. Sorry I haven’t wrote a fic in a while and this one is short af. I’ve been working on my novel and it’s coming along very well. I finally found my groove again, thankfully!! If you want to know anything about the book I’m writing, shoot me a message. I love talking about it. Anyways, here is a short fic for Bubbline! I hope y’all like it!!
Word Count: 396
“Is that sass I hear?” Princess Bubblegum placed her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow. Marceline and her were watching a nature documentary to pass the time.
“My name is Bubblegum and I’m going to tell you about the spooky animals,” Marceline mimicked her best friend, placing her own hands on her hips. “I know everything about everything because I’m a scientist. Blah blah blah, tell me I’m smart!”
“You don’t even sound like me!” Bubblegum bit her lip, not wanting to show her amusement. She loved it when Marceline was able to relax and act like this, it proved how far in their relationship they had gotten.
“I sound exactly like you,” Marceline exclaimed, titling her head to the side. “I’m so smart and pretty. Everyone loves me and I’m sooooooooo smart.”
“Marceline,” Bubblegum’s voice lingered as she switched into a whine. “Stooooooooop.”
“How dare a subject tell the Princess to stop!” Marceline winked before being tackled, her body pressed against the couch cushions. “How dare you attack royalty!”
“I’ll show you an attacking royal,” Bubblegum remarked before digging her fingers into Marceline’s sides, eliciting a squeak and giggles. She had figured out the vampire’s sensitivity early on in their relationship, using it to her advantage as much as she possibly could. Listening to people’s laughter made Bubblegum extremely happy, and Marceline’s was no different. Her light giggles were a beautiful song, comparable to those that the vampire liked to sing.
“Stahahap!” Marceline squealed as Bubblegum dug into her hips. The vampire thrashed and laughed, the biggest smile on her face. Bubblegum’s smile mirrored hers, large and sincere.
“But you’re so cute,” Bubblegum teased, fluttering her fingers along the back of Marceline’s neck, sending her into hysterics. Unfortunately for Bubblegum, this only lasted for a minute.
“Stahahap!” Marceline repeated before switching into her vampiric form. She loomed over Bubblegum, her eyes wicked. Bubblegum fell back, staring up at the Marceline, knowing that revenge was imminent. “What’s wrong, Princess?”
She fell forward, switching back into her humanoid form. She quickly straddled Bubblegum’s hips and went to town over her sensitive torso. The princess laughed loudly, sincerely, for the first time in a long while.
It wasn’t long until Bubblegum was able to turn the tides once again. For the next hour, their combined laughter filled the room, their attacks getting stronger as time went by.
A/N - It’s 6 am and I just wrote over 3000 words in less than two hours. I can’t feel my hands any more and I have class in a few hours. This is a Star Trek fic and I have been really excited to write it for a while now. I hope you all like it and I really hope you send me any comments, critiques, questions, what have you, to me. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone and I hope you guys had a fantastic day!
Word Count: 3,015
“So, whatcha get me?” Jim Kirk coughed as he sat up on the biobed. He had been stuck in the med bay for the past week, thanks to a poor encounter with a few natives. An IV was embedded into his arm, clear liquid entering is bloodstream and his heart monitor staggered, though maintained rather constant as of the last few days. It had been off and on for a while, Jim fading in and out after surgery for a day, but has since recovered. All that was left, was for his broken right arm to heal and for his dehydration to finally go away.
“What do you mean?” Bones looked up from his scientific journal, a recently published volume covering the inequalities of healthcare on certain planets, like Earth.
“It’s Valentine’s Day,” Jim took a swig from his glass of water. “I’m sure you got me something. You had to of, or I would have to return your gift.”
“You’ve been stuck in here for the past week and stuck on a random planet for the entire week before that. How the hell did you get me anything without me knowing it?”
“Cause I’m the best!” Jim winked, putting down the glass with a wink. Jim and Bones celebrated Valentine’s Day every year since their Academy years. It started off small, a little card and a piece of candy taped to it, then escalated. Last year, they each got each other a bottle of bourbon and Jim was able to get a box of candy specially made from a store nearby his home in Georgia. Bones had made sure they had Jim’s favorite meal that night: steak, baked potato, sautéed mushrooms, corn on the cob. Valentine’s Day was just a thing they did, neither of them ever having anything else planned on the day anyway. Since Jim never wanted to commit to a girl and Bones loathed the day after breaking it off with his ex-wife, neither had any investments into the holiday until they started their gift giving tradition.
“I wouldn’t call you the best,” Bones watched Jim’s eyes transition from bright and full of life, to a full-on glare. “Though, you are pretty damn close, kid.”
“Well, you’re gonna think I’m the best when you see my gift!” Jim exclaimed as he outstretched his hands over his head, falling back onto the bed.
“Doubt it,” Bones rolled his eyes, glancing back at the journal in front of him. He was halfway through it, having read others like it while watching over Jim over the past week, making sure he wouldn’t go under again. “Mine is definitely better.”
“You did get me something!” Jim laughed, crossing his arms, happy with himself. “I was right!”
“Of course, I got something, you bastard,” Bones couldn’t help but smile, thinking of his gift for Jim. He had very little time getting everything done in order to complete the gift, with Jim nearly dying on him again. Bones even went through a day where he just stared at the gift, not thinking Jim was going to ever live to see it even if it got completed. “We always get each other something. Besides, I had to get you something. I need a way to one up you, don’t I?”
“Aw, you need to one up me,” Jim cooed, blue eyes glittering as he stared at the doctor from his bed. “So, you have finally realized I’m better than you.”
“Not at all,” Bones rolled his eyes once again, overly amused by Jim’s antics. For the past few days, Bones was afraid he would never get to bicker with Jim ever again. “I am clearly the superior person.”
“Clearly,” Jim let out a snort, sitting up again, his legs dangling from the bed. Bones turned fully around in his chair as Jim stood, one hand firmly on the IV stand.
“Jesus, Jim, sit back down,” Bones said, getting out of his seat in an instant. Jim huffed, favoring his left leg as he stood. Bones quickly went over to Jim, trying to get him to get back in bed. “You’ll hurt yourself again.”
“Bones,” Jim grabbed Bones’ wrists, holding them tightly in his hands. “Please. It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s pretend everything is okay, just for a little while.”
“I,” Bones’ voice lingered, his eyes dropping off to the side, “I just don’t want anything to happen to you. What if you fall or you have a reaction to air or something?”
“Damn, Bones,” Jim laughed, punching the older man in the arm. “Who do you think I am? Some klutz or crazy sick person?”
“Yes,” Bones replied with absolutely no hesitation.
“You’re going to have to take that back, you know?” Jim tightened his grip on Bones’ wrists, Bones feeling all of Jim’s muscles tense, knowing something was about to happen.
“What’s a half dead klutz gonna do to me?” Bones bit his lip, anticipating Jim’s response. He knew he pushed Jim past his little breaking point, and now, he was going to suffer the consequences.
Bones was thrown to the bed, Jim surprisingly strong despite his healing arm and having recently gone through surgery. Jim pounced, straddling the doctor’s hips as he smiled down at his prey. Jim’s arm was crossed uncomfortably, his IV straining.
“I think we should remove this for the time being,” Jim sneered, gesturing to his arm. “Don’t want it to get in the way as I absolutely destroy you.”
Bones reached to remove the IV from Jim’s arms, his arms pressed down against his ribs as he did so. A few giggles slipped from his lips as he unhooked the IV, anticipating what was coming next. He removed the IV line before he was handed gauze.
“Take it all out,” Jim smiled, handing Bones everything he needed to get the luer and the catheter out of his arm. Bones hesitated, glancing up at the final vital screening that was made before Jim unplugged everything. Aside from the lingering hint of dehydration and wounded arm, Jim was perfectly fine. Glancing back up at Jim, whose eyes silently pleaded for Bones to take it all out, Bones took the gauze from his hands and proceeded to take the rest of the medical equipment from his arm, despite knowing this was sending him closer to his impending doom.
“There we go,” Bones taped the gauze around Jim’s arm, constraining the arm and preventing any more bleeding from the injection point. He set the catheter down on the metallic side table, it lingering in his hand for a long moment, Bones knowing this small device was the only thing that was saving him. The exact second the catheter landed on the side table, Jim struck.
Bones knew he could overpower Jim and could have even before he struck. He could have easily knocked him back right after bandaging him up and made a run for it, but he didn’t. As Jim said, it was Valentine’s Day. Let them have some fun, especially after everything that had happened over the course of the last two weeks.
Jim’s fingers wiggled around in Bones’ under arms, the latter’s head being thrown back into the recently fluffed pillow. Instinctually, Bones started to buck, trying to throw off the younger man without avail. His laughter was loud and contagious, Jim laughing right along with him as he switched to kneading at his hips. Bones let out a snort before slipping into hysteric giggles, a sound Jim absolutely adored.
“You know what you have to do,” Jim teased, enjoying the kick of Bones’ legs every time squeezed a particularly sensitive spot on either side of his hips. Jim smiled as Bones threw his head back and forth, his hair becoming increasingly messy. “If you don’t say it, I guess I’ll have to go for the spot!”
Bones’ hands swatted around, trying to knock away Jim’s devious fingers from his sensitive hips, though his arms stayed planted at his sides, preventing any more assaults to his ribs and under arms. This was the exact response Jim was hoping for. He quickly whipped around, pushing his body up enough so he could turn completely around. Jim was positioned so he was facing Bones’ legs, giving him access to the dreaded spot.
“Any last words, Bones?” Jim cackled as he glanced over his shoulder, smiling at the other man. Bones shook his head furiously, not saying anything as he could just feeling Jim’s hands hovering above his knees.
“Sick klutz,” Bones said firmly between strings of residual giggles, his eyes locked with Jim’s.
“Wrong,” Jim grinned evilly as he turned away, his fingers finally making contact. He squeezed around Bones’ kneecap, feeling the doctor writhe beneath him as his laughter exploded behind Jim’s back. Jim’s fingers went to work, squeezing around the patella, scratching right above the knee, circling all around.
“Jihihim!” Bones squealed, the sheets of the bed clenched tightly in his fists. “Stahahap!”
“Go for the kill?” Jim stilled his fingers for a moment, making damn sure Bones heard him. His fingers slipped off his knees and flipped over, the palms facing the ceiling. “If you insist, Bones.”
“JIHIHIM!” Bones screamed out through his laughter as Jim scribbled along the inside of his knees, by far his worst spot. Jim loved attacking this little spot, it practically paralyzed Bones and caused the greatest sound to come out of him. Bones’ laugh was loud and boisterous, instantly filling whatever room they were in. It spread joy and turned anyone’s day around for the better. Jim also knew that whenever he was able to get this laugh out of Bones, the doctor was wholeheartedly happy, and would remain this way for the rest of the day. It was very rare for Jim to be able to get this laugh out of Bones, but when he did, it was absolute magic.
“You know what to say,” Jim teased, though he knew Bones probably couldn’t hear him or the very least, understand him. Jim knew that the teasing made it worse, which was a trait he shared. Either of the two teasing the other would make whoever was being tickled melt and completely lose their minds.
“I TAHAKE IHIT BAHACK!” Bones finally let out, his laugh growing hoarse the longer this went on. Jim knew he wouldn’t be able to take very much more, so he pulled away. He scooted off Bones, sitting on the bed with his legs dangling above the floor. He smiled down at Bones as the man curled into himself. Jim knew Bones would get revenge near instantaneously, but he didn’t mind. He knew he deserved it and, frankly, Jim adored being tickled, especially by Bones. Jim loved to laugh and Bones could make him laugh better than anyone else in all the universes. Jim also loved the fact that Bones enjoyed tickling him too, that it was a fun form of punishment for either of them, especially at a time like this.
“Have fun?” Jim asked, cheekily. Bones glared at him, trying to regain most of his usual strength. Jim knew he was probably going to die, but he was going to embrace it with open arms, literally. He held his arms up, hands intertwined behind his bed as he fell back onto the mattress, exposing his entire torso.
“Roll over,” Bones breathed, a single finger twirling in a short circle. “I’m going to kill you and I’m not going to start slow.”
Jim giggled in anticipation, his arms falling to his sides as he shifted himself over. The entire front of his body was pressed into the mattress, his head turned to the side. This was a normal position for him, especially when Bones wanted to really get him.
He felt Bones shift on the bed, crawling over Jim. The weight of Bones’ body pressed on Jim’s lower back, Jim knowing it was too late to reconsider everything. Bones’ highly skilled fingers wiggled a few inches above Jim’s shoulder blades, their shadows dancing over the spot in a brief foreshadowing.
“You’re dead, kid,” Bones let out a gruff laugh, quickly wiping away a bead of sweat from his temple.
“Do your worst,” Jim taunted before all ten fingers dug into his scapulae. Jim shrieked and instantly fell into hysterics. His laughter was louder than Bones’, but was slightly higher pitched than his usual voice. Jim’s laughter was like music to all who heard it and was very relaxing to listen to. When Jim laughed, it was as if the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders.
“Damn I missed this,” Bones remarked, his eyes closed as he practically absorbed Jim’s laughter. His finger skittered over one shoulder blade to the next, back and forth like to pacing creatures. “I can’t believe you are this ticklish, Jim. It’s ridiculous.”
“SHUHUT UP!” Jim squealed as a hand quickly squeezed his neck, his second worst spot. Jim’s body swayed side to side, as if Bones was on a boat rocking in the rough waters of the stormy sea, though Bones had grown used to this and was able to hang on. He kept up his tickling for around ten minutes, the usual length he could usually tickle Jim for when he was targeting his worst spots. For the entire ten minutes, Bones teased the younger captain.
“Why are you turning red, Jim? You have a fever or something?”
“These spasms could be caused by a serious medical condition. Ya should probably consult your local doctor…wait, that’s me.”
“Ya almost died on me last week. Ya better not die of laughter now, kid.”
Once approximately ten minutes had past and Jim was covered in sweat and tears of mirth, Bones stopped his punishment and got up from the bed. He hovered above Jim as he recovered, residual laughter pouring out in steady streams.
“You good?” Bones smirked down at Jim, his shadow casting over him. “I’m not really in the mood to perform CPR, ya know?”
“I think I saw my life flash before my eyes,” Jim winked, flailing his arms in dramatic fashion, recoiling at the tinge of pain he felt in his healing arm. He let out a short laugh before glancing around, almost frantic. “What time is it?”
“Eighteen hundred,” Bones glanced over at the clock near the entrance to the room. “Why? You leave the stove on or something?”
“Not quite,” Jim hopped up from the bed, quickly grabbing Bones by the hand and guiding him out of the room. Jim nearly dragged Bones as they made their way to the bridge of the ship. It was empty and dark, sending chills down Bones’ spine.
“What the hell?” Bones uttered as Jim guided him to the center of the room, before he plopped down into his captain’s chair. He quickly typed on the keypad on his armrest, darkening the room even more and bring the screen to life. It flickered briefly before connecting, a bright, young face filling the screen.
“Daddy!” The young girl squealed as her eyes found Bones. Jim jumped from his chair, allowing Bones to take his place. Bones accepted, not looking away from the screen showing his beautiful daughter.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Daddy!” Joanna exclaimed before reaching for something off screen. “Look at what I made you!”
“It’s beautiful!” Bones laughed, seeing the pink heart valentine she clearly made with help. Jim smiled at the screen before slinking away, making his way for the door. “Hey, Jim.”
“Yeah?” Jim turned around, seeing Bones had gotten up from the chair.
“There’s a tablet in your room. Click the first video and thank me later,” Bones pat Jim on the back, tears in his eyes. “And thank you for this. Thank you so much.”
“Any time Bones,” Jim hugged the older man. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Bones replied as Jim made his way to the door. “And Jim. To answer your question from earlier. Yes. I did enjoy it. More than I was expecting, to be honest.”
Jim smiled to himself as he walked out from the bridge, making his way to his room. All the crew members he passed greeted him happily, wanting to stop and check on him, but he kept going, needing to get to his room. He knew he had to make an announcement later, telling everyone he was okay and ready to resume his position, but for now, he had only one thing on his mind.
He walked through the door, room dark and cold. He curled around his bed, reaching for the tablet, a red bow taped to the screen. Tearing that off and tossing it onto the table, Jim took the tablet and fell back onto his bed, cold from the lack of use lately. Jim did as he was instructed, turning on the tablet and pressing the first video which appeared in the upper left hand corner of the tiny screen.
The silence of his room was pierced by the sound of his entire crew greeting him, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Captain!”
Jim felt tears well up in his eyes as the video switched to small interviews of each crew member, each saying how much Jim meant to them and how they needed him. As the video progressed, Jim’s sobs grew louder. The video concluded with Bones.
“You better pull through kid, or I’m gonna kick God’s ass and bring you back myself. Anyway, we need you, Jim. We all need, especially me. I don’t know what I’d do without, honestly. Actually, the first thing I would do is get the fuck off this ship. But seriously, we all love Jim. I hope you know that. Happy Valentine’s Day, Jim and may we celebrate so many more.”
Both Jim and Bones sat in their respected rooms, crying silently to themselves. Both sat in complete darkness, tears slipping down their cheeks as they silently thanked the other, thinking that they had both just received the best gift ever.
A/N - Welcome to day four of ficruary! Today’s fic is one of the best fics I’ve ever wrote in my opinion so I really hope you guys like it! It’s a Fantastic Beasts AU fic where everyone lives together and Credence was informally adopted by them all. Enjoy my friends!
Word Count: 1,745
It was over. Grindelwald had been arrested and Credence had been calmed, the Obscurus no longer wreaking havoc. Tina and Newt had even unofficially adopted Credence, taking him away from his old, unfit home. The two of them wanted to help him and teach him about his abilities, among other things.
He was brought back to the shared home of Queenie and Tina, where Jacob and Newt had also grown to call home. For the time being, Credence slept on the couch, which they turned into a bed for the night, which the boy didn’t mind. This was the best home he had ever come to known and he appreciated everything the four had done for him.
Everyone treated him with respect, all of them accepting him as if he were their own child. Every single one of them took turns every day to be with him, not giving him very much alone time unless specifically asked for. On certain days, one or more of the four will take Credence on special outings. For instance, Jacob has taken Credence to show him his bakery and taught the boy how to bake, a hobby which Credence has taken a liking to. Newt and Tina have taken him to the zoo, showing him the nonmagical animals, then going back to the flat for Newt to show off some of his beasts.
Credence was always very interested in the beasts Newt had hidden away in his case. He always tried to follow Newt when he was going to work with the beasts, always wanting to interact with all of them. Newt usually allowed him to, though tried his best to keep Credence away from the Obscurus, not wanting to provoke any ill memoires.
One particular day, Credence found himself following Newt and Tina to interact with the beasts. Today, was bathing day. While most of the beasts could groom themselves, Newt liked to bathe them himself to keep the area from smelling too bad and to bond with the beasts. Having Tina and Credence was an added bonus, getting to spend time with them and having help, especially since some of the beasts tended to be a bit rowdy during wash days.
“So, all we have left is Niffler, which won’t be too hard after everyone else we washed,” Newt smiled happily at Tina and Credence, who had literally gone through hell in the last few hours. The beasts didn’t take too kindly in them attempting to wash them, which lead to some very exciting chases around the suitcase. “All right, you two. Have either of you seen him?”
Tina and Credence shared a mildly amused look after both noticing Niffler trying to sneak behind Newt as he was talking. Credence was the one to break Niffler’s cover as he pointed at the small creature. Newt spun around to catch a glimpse of the beast before it darted off into another room.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” Newt let out a sigh before chasing after the quarrelsome beast. Tina and Credence remained standing in the middle of the room, mindlessly fiddling with the small pail being used as a bath tub for the smaller beasts.
“I’ll give him five,” Tina said, shooting a large smile over to Credence.
“Wow, only five?” The boy laughed lightly, melting inside by the sight of Tina’s smile, a sight he adored. “I was going to give him ten.”
“I like your style, Credence,” Tina giggled, placing her hand on the boy’s shoulder. The two of them waited for Newt to return, laughing at the various crashing sounds coming from the other room.
“I got him!” Newt reemerged eight minutes later, per Tina’s mental clock. The man’s hair was ruffled and was panting heavily as he brought Niffler to the pail. The three of them began to bathe the creature, Newt holding Niffler as he instructed Tina and Credence for the process of shampooing. It had taken Newt longer to get ahold of Niffler than it did to bathe the small creature. Once dried, Niffler pounced onto Newt, scurrying across his torso. “Niffler!”
Newt stumbled backward, plopping down onto the ground as Niffler scurried over his ribcage. Newt exploded into a peal of giggles, folding into himself as the beast dug in. Tina and Credence watched the show, observing Niffler vanishing under Newt’s vest. The man squealed and fell onto his back, fists beating against the floor as Niffler crawled around on bare skin.
“Tina,” Credence nearly whispered, gently placing his hand on her elbow. Tina looked away from the flailing Newt, turning all attention to the boy. “Tina. What’s happening to him? Why is he laughing?”
“He’s being tickled,” Tina answered, nearly stuttering over the word. Based on Credence’s continued confusion, Tina was quick to realize that the poor boy had probably never experienced tickling before, having grown up the way he had. “It’s kind of hard to explain. Um…Newt!”
Niffler scurried out from underneath Newt’s shirt once he heard Tina’s voice, racing away to hide. Newt curled up into a ball on the ground, residual giggles streaming from his lips. Tina and Credence waited as Newt recovered, taking deep breaths to steady himself.
“You called?” Newt asked as he sat up, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced up at the other two. Wiping the sweat from his face, Newt got to his feet, approaching the two with an air of slight embarrassment. “What do you need?”
“Credence doesn’t know what tickling is. I was trying to explain it to him, but I don’t really know how,” Tina admitted, digging her toe into the floor. A hint of color rose to Newt’s face as he turned to Credence.
“So, tickling is this thing that humans do. Beasts can do it too, but that doesn’t matter. Anyway, um, it’s when someone touches another person in a certain way. When said person is touched, they start to laugh. It’s a fun thing to do amongst friends and family. It’s kind of a form of bonding and a way to have fun.”
“So, it’s a good thing?” Credence asked, trying his best to understand. “It’s a way to make people happy?”
“Yeah,” Tina chimed in. “Whenever Newt is upset, I do it to him. It’s a way to make each other happy.”
“It makes both people happy. Tina is happy when I tickle her and I’m happy too,” Newt responded, getting her back for her previous statement.
“Can I…can I try it?” Credence asked, looking away from both of them.
“You want to be tickled?” Tina asked softly. The boy simply nodded as Newt and Tina exchanged looks. “Okay, do you want me or Newt to tickle you?”
“You can do it, if you want,” Credence let out.
“Okay,” Tina replied, taking his hands. She guided him to the floor, the two of them sitting across from one another as Newt sat on his stool, watching from above. “All you have to do is sit there as I tickle you. It’s okay if you squirm around, most people do. Just try not to accidentally hit me or anything. If you do, however, that’s fine. It’s all an accident and I understand. Now if you want me to stop, just say so. I’ll stop immediately, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good,” Tina let out a small sigh of relief. “Now you can sit there if you’re comfortable or you can lie down. Either is fine with me. I’ll start once you want me to.”
Credence lowered himself so his back was against the floor, his hands intertwined on his chest, looking over at Tina. Giving her a gentle nod, she crawled over to his side. Credence watched her as she gently placed her hands on his belly. She glanced at him, receiving another nod, and began.
Slowly, Tina moved her fingers over his belly, letting the pads of her fingers glide over the thin fabric of his shirt. She glided her fingers over his torso, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his breathing as she traced over his ribs. She felt him twitch in some locations before she started to gently scratch at his ribs. Tina looked up at Newt once she noticed the smile forming on Credence’s face. They both shared a loving look before Tina began to tease the skin just below Credence’s ribcage.
Credence began to giggle, startling the other two. Neither of them had ever heard a sound this beautiful, especially not from this broken boy. They both smiled at him, adoringly, as he giggled under Tina’s fingers. She lowered them and began to scratch around his navel, his giggles evolving into laughter. Credence’s laugh was magical, music to their ears. It was a bit higher than his speaking voice and was bright, full of delight.
“Tihihihnaha!” Credence said through his laughter. The boy squirmed under her touch, though he resisted using his hands to combat hers. Instead, he just let his hands fall at his sides, uselessly.
“Do you want me to stop?” Tina asked, her fingers slowing.
“Nohoho,” Credence replied, noticeably leaning into the touch. “I like ihihit.”
Newt’s and Tina’s hearts melted simultaneously, both falling in love all over again with this boy. It was moments like this that they never wanted to end, to keep this bliss constant and forever. They wanted the best for this boy and now, they were giving it to him.
Tina tickled Credence for another few minutes before letting up on her own, Credence never saying “stop” once. Tina and Newt watched as he lay on the floor, catching his breath before sitting up.
“Thank you,” Credence said, smiled planted on his face.
“You’re welcome,” Tina smiled back at the boy. “How was it?”
“I loved it. I liked being able to laugh and,” Credence paused, concerning the other two. They exchanged worried looks as Credence gathered his thoughts. “I…uh, I don’t really know how to say this. Uh, you, you made me feel loved and safe. Both of you have made me feel so loved this past few months and I can’t thank you both enough. I love you both so much.”
Tears instantly swelled up in Tina’s eyes as threw her arms around the boy, hugging him tightly. Newt hopped down from his stool and joined them. The three of them sat on the floor for a long time, fully embraced by the love of their new, little family.
A/N - DAY TWO OF FICRUARY!!! I wrote this at 5 am because I hate myself and I was watching my favorite Youtuber so if I die, that’s why. Anyway, I really hope y‘all like this super cute Steven Universe fic with literally no plot or much thought. It’s fluffy and that’s all I care about right now. Anyway, enjoy my people!!
Word Count: 649
“Wait, no!” Steven ran through the temple, looping around the warp pad as Connie was close in pursuit. Steven knew he was in trouble now, having stolen and hidden Rose’s sword from Connie right before training. Pearl had watched in amusement as Connie figured this out, chasing Steven from the ruins and back to the temple.
“Apologize Steven!” Connie yelled as she tackled him before her could make it out the door. The duo rolled around on the floor until Connie managed to get the upper hand, pinning Steven so his hands were trapped at his sides. “What do you say?”
“I’mnotsorry,” Steven said quickly, words melding in hope Connie wouldn’t understand. Unfortunately, Connie was very bright and would not fall for that one.
“And all you had to do was say I’m sorry,” Connie smiled as she dug into Steven’s hips, laughing as he let out a squeal. Steven started laughing immediately, not being able to resist the ticklish sensations Connie’s devious fingers were sending.
“Cohohohonnie!” Steven squeaked as Connie tweaked his sides. “Thahahat tihihickles!”
“Wow, Steven,” Connie teased, stilling her fingers. “I would’ve never guessed.”
Connie lifted her hands, fluttering her fingers in front of Steven’s face, causing intoxicatingly delighted giggles to pour from his lips, despite not being touched. Connie simply loved doing this, the little mind trick that would get Steven to dissolve into a giggling mess without her actually having to make contact. By simply teasing him like this, Connie could get Steven to do just about anything.
“So, what do you say?” Connie lowered her fingers so they hovered dangerously close to Steven’s belly, just over his gem.
“I’m sohohorry!” Steven giggled, trying to wiggle his way free. Connie had his arms completely restrained beneath her knees and was not planning on letting him go any time soon.
“You know, I don’t really believe you. Too bad for you,” Connie laughed as she struck, quicker than a viper. Her fingers danced around his gem, teasing the outline of the pink stone. Steven screamed out with laughter, his thrashing intensifying. His feet flailed as he struggled, kicking furiously at the floor as Connie’s nails skittered over his soft belly.
“Stahahahap!” Steven squealed as Connie blew a long raspberry, causing his body to spasm. “Cohohohonnie! Plhehehease!”
“Fine,” Connie let out a mock sigh, rolling away. Steven instantly curled into a ball, muffling the sound of his residual giggles. Connie smiled at him, glad she could get him like this. Life had been very difficult lately, with everything the Diamonds had been doing. All she wanted was to fight by his side, and when she wasn’t doing that, make him happy. And here, she definitely made him happy.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Steven’s voice tore Connie from her train of thought. She looked up at him, his figure looming above her. His fingers wiggled menacingly above her, taunting her, provoking Connie to flee. “Get back here!”
“Get away Steven!” Connie yelled as he pounced on her, leading to them rolling around on the floor once again. This time was different, though. Instead of Steven pinning Connie to the floor, the two of them merged into a blinding light. Seconds later, Stevonnie lay alone on the floor.
“Well this interesting,” Stevonnie said aloud before bursting into a fit of giggles. They bent over, arms wrapped around their middle as they laughed, well knowing what the fusion pair were doing.
This scene was witnessed by Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl, all fondly watching on.
“What’re they doing?” Pearl whispered, glancing over at Garnet.
“They’re having fun,” Garnet replied with a small smile, her fingers interlocked, remembering the last time Ruby and Sapphire fought like this.
The Crystal Gems watched in silence as Stevonnie continued to roll around on the floor, ceasing and unfusing once both Steven and Connie were both satiated, ready to continue with the rest of the day.
A/N - Hey y’all, sorry about not posting a fic yesterday, so there should be two today. Just to let you know, Ficruary is physically exhausting me, so after the month is over, don’t expect something for a while. It also doesn’t help that I’m ill and all, but not that anyone gives a shit, really. Anyway, I had this fic in my WIP folder so I finished it and I hope you guys like it! It was prompted by @amazingmsme like a million years ago so I doubt she remembers talking about it! It’s Ant Man so I hope y’all enjoy it!! Thanks everyone!
Word Count: 1,272
“Hohohope! Nohoho!” Scott Lang giggled as he slipped down the wall, falling onto the floor with a thud. He had been training for the past few weeks with Hope van Dyne to become the best hero he could be before taking on Darren Cross. After training, nearly nonstop for the past few days, Scott was not in the mood to train today, instead preferring to flirt than spar. Unfortunately for Scott, Hope had other plans.
“I won’t stop until you fight back,” Hope smiled deviously, digging into Scott’s ribs, sending him into hysterics. She alternated between squeezing each rib to pinching above his knee. Simply throwing his head back, Scott could do nothing but laugh. “Are you going to fight back?”
“Nohohoho!” Scott squealed in admittance as she wiggled her fingers along the backs of his bare knees, forcing him to resist the urge to kick. His fists beat against the floor, though never doing anything to stop her torturous fingers. She quickly pinched his sides, causing him to squeak and attempt to curl up into a tight ball.
“You know, I think you like this,” Hope teased, her fingers quickly switched places, fluttering along the back of his neck. Letting out a snort, Scott scrunched up his shoulders, not once protesting. Hope knew what she had said was true, Scott having recently let it slip one night after a few too many beers.
“Ihihihi dohohohon’t!” Scott fell forward, his head against her shoulder. She smiled, her eyes full of malicious intent as she took the opportunity to dig into his worst spot. He shrieked as she dug into lower back, beginning to thrash. She wrapped her arms around him, keeping him still, her devious fingers vibrating against his lower back.
“Just say you do,” Hope said in a sang. She loved reducing Scott into a giggling mess. The man had gone through so much, she can at least make him smile and laugh for a bit.
“I dohohoho!” Scott yelled out between peals of laughter. Hope immediately let go of him, allowing him to fall onto his back. After a few moments of him trying to get his breathing back to normal, he sat up and pulled Hope close. He beamed, squeezing her shoulders tightly. “You suck; you know that?”
“I don’t and you know it,” Hope kissed his forehead before scribbling her fingers over his belly.
The one-sided tickle fight resumed, though neither of them knew that Scott’s colony of ants was watching.
***
“All right, Scott,” Hank Pym huffed, growing weary of the upcoming confrontation. Pym knew it was his duty to prepare Scott for his fight against Cross, because if he didn’t, no one would. No one would be able to stop Cross and Pym would just be sending Scott to his death. He could not do that again.
Never again.
“We’re gonna play with the ants again today?” Scott asked, bouncing on his toes like a child on Christmas morning. They had practiced with the ants before, but today was solely dedicated to perfecting micro-combat and using the ant’s different abilities.
“If he thinks this is play, then we might as well just put me in the suit,” Hope rolled her eyes, sharing her father’s concerns. She cared for Scott, a lot, and would be heartbroken if anything happened to him. She also trusted him to get the job done, but when he acted like this, she had to force herself to stay calm. She wanted to fight, to defend her nation, to help her father, to save everyone. Pym, however, would never let her do so.
“You know we aren’t doing that,” Pym replied quickly, trying to stay away from the topic. “She is right though, Scott. This isn’t play. You understand that, correct?”
“Of course, I do,” Scott crossed his arms, eager to shrink down again. He knew he had an important duty to uphold, but he wanted to have a bit of fun before going into battle. Frankly, Scott was terrified for his life. He was almost sure something was going to go wrong here in a few days, that he would have to give up his life defending those he cared for. Scott was afraid, so he hid it with humor. “C’mon. Let’s do this!”
“Go ahead. The ants are all around. Find them, control them, tame them, befriend them,” Pym said with a wave of his arm. Scott flashed him a grin before putting on the helmet, mentally and physically preparing himself. He took a deep breath, glancing at the father-daughter duo, before pushing the button.
His body jolted as he was simultaneously struck by lightning and being compressed into a tight box at the same time. The world flashed before him, everything blurring as they grew in his eyes. Within an instant, Scott Lang was small again.
Letting out a loud cheer, Scott began searching the yard for his colony of ants. It didn’t take him long to find the colony, thankfully. While the yard was large, the ants did their best to find him first, speeding up the search.
“Hey guys,” Scott exclaimed, his arms wide. “Antony! How are you man?”
The ants stared at him, some tilted their heads as he spoke, processing the sound of his voice. Antony, the given name of the unofficial ant leader, approached Scott. This was normal, as Antony was Scott’s official steed, riding him as they were in flight. Scott was surprised, however, when he was pushed onto his back.
“What the hell, Antony?” Scott remarked as he looked up at the ant, his back against the rough soil. “I thought we were friends.”
Antony responded by stepping closer, his antennas twitching before lowering to feel around Scott’s body. They wiggled around Scott’s midsection, causing the man to squirm and try to wiggle away.
“Antony,” Scott whined through a string of giggles, confused by his predicament. “Stahahap!”
The sound of his laughter provoked some of the other ants to inch closer, taking a gander at the situation. Some were bold enough to replicate Antony’s motions, their antennas dancing around Scott’s body, putting enough pressure for Scott to feel every motion through his suit.
“Dahahammit, guys!” Scott let out a snort, ticklish sensations coating his body. He could not combat these feelings, though he didn’t particularly want to. He enjoyed this, almost too much, despite having work to get done.
“What’s going on, Scott?” Hope asked through her microphone, puzzled by the screeching she was hearing through her earpiece.
“They’re tihihickling mehe!” Scott squeaked as he felt an antenna brush against a sensitive spot near his hip. “Mahahake thehem stahap!”
Hope glanced over at her father, an eyebrow raised in mild amusement. He simply shrugged, not knowing what to do. The ants were out of his control at the time, giving it all up to let Scott be the one to take over of the training for the day.
“Sorry, Scott,” Hope said, a hint of pleasure in her voice. “We can’t do anything from up here. I guess you’ll just have to wait until they stop. That or when you finally die. Either way works.”
“Hohohohope!” Scott yelled, knowing full well she was enjoying this. It was true though, no one could do anything about the situation. Hope and Pym waited, listening to Scott’s hysteric laughter, for a good twenty minutes before the ants stopped and Scott was able to begin his training for the day. Scott would never admit it, but that day was the best training day he had ever had and hoped he would have similar ones in the future.
