I'm finally making one. I haven't posted a lot of fics, but it's always so much easier to find fics on creator's blogs like this, so I figured why not. This will be linked in my intro post!
Guys my SPN and Criminal Minds fics are super old don't worry abt those I've improved I swear </3
Criminal Minds:
Stressed - Lee!Reid, Ler!Morgan
Summary: Reid is stressed out and getting in his head. Morgan helps him clear his mind for a moment.
Nightmare - Lee!Reid, Ler!Morgan
Summary: Reid is getting horrible nightmares about Hankel. Morgan helps him come back to reality.
Sneak - Lee!Reid, Ler!Morgan
Summary: Morgan has been nonstop attacking Reid, as Reid hasn't let his guard down once.
The Maze Runner:
Anticipation - Lee!Newt, Ler!Minho, Thomas is there too
Summary: Minho and Thomas find out Newt is ticklish and abuse the art of anticipation.
Wrestle - Lee!Newt, Ler!Minho
Summary: Newt wakes Minho up in a chaotic way, and Minho is not going to let him get away with that.
The Newest Greenie - non tickle fic about Newt, though there is some implied Lee!Newt
Supernatural:
"Don't Laugh!" - Lee!Sam, Ler!Dean
Summary: Sam wants to go on a hunt so badly, so Dean offers him a deal.
Wings - Lee!Castiel, Ler!Dean
Summary: Dean questions if Cass is ticklish, and he decides to figure it out himself.
EPIC The Musical:
Monster - Lee!Telemachus, Ler!Odysseus
Summary: Odysseus tells Telemachus of the most dangerous monster there is.
Bones:
"I don't look robotic." - Lee!Zack, Ler!Angela
Summary: Angela insists that Zack doesn't smile enough, and decides to take matters into her own hands.
"Huh. He is ticklish." - Lee!Finn, Ler!Wendell
Summary: Poking fun at Finn's age turns into poking at something else.
Shatter Me:
The Non-Violent Way - Lee!Kenji, Ler!Warner
Summary: Kenji accidentally fucks up Warner's haircut, and Warner refuses to let it slide.
OPLA (One Piece Live Action):
"Touch me and it will be the last thing you ever do." - Lee!Zoro, Ler!Sanji, slight Ler!Nami
Summary: Zoro claims he killed the dinosaur. Sanji disagrees.
Three Short Lee!Zoro Oneshots - Lee!Zoro, Ler!Sanji
The Hunger Games:
"Real or not real?" - Lee!Peeta, Ler!Katniss
Summary: Peeta and Katniss play a game of real or not real to help with Peeta's jumbled memories, and he stumbles upon one that almost seems too silly to be real.
Zombieland:
Rule #33 - Lee!Columbus, Ler!Tallahassee
Summary: Columbus is being a little twerp. Tallahassee decided to teach him a lesson about respecting your elders.
Star Wars:
His Young Padawan - Lee!Anakin, Ler!Obi-Wan
Summary: Anakin insists that he isn't as young as Obi-Wan says he is, and Obi-Wan would love nothing more than to prove him wrong.
Living Again - Lee!Obi-Wan, Ler!Anakin, slight Ler!Obi-Wan, slight Lee!Anakin
Summary: After one of Obi-Wan's greatest losses hits him hard, he attempts to isolate himself. Thankfully, Anakin's always been good at defying his Master's wishes.
Bloodymary (Iron Lung and PHM crossover)
Simon Says - Lee!Grace, Ler!Simon
Summary: Grace is being a little shit and won't go to sleep, so Simon tries to make a deal using a game that Grace taught him.
Switch Kenji has not been able to escape my mind recently
Ler Kenji with that invisibility power. Twording someone to make them admit to liking/loving him when they were joking earlier. Surprise twording people just because. Castle just rolling his eyes because my guy is so used to his antics. Omg he would loooovvveeee twording people so much, so so so much. Cause he loves making people happy
Lee Kenji to bring down his ego. Losing control of his power when he’s being tworded, making him go between invisible and visible over and over again. His face being all redddddd because he’s embarrasseddddd. Denying his ticklishness over and over even though everyone knows how bad he is. Like you could be actively be twording him and he’d be saying through laughter that he’s not ticklish.
Summary: Kenji accidentally fucks up Warner's haircut, and Warner refuses to let it slide.
“Dude, dude, dude, listen—”
“Oh, I’m quite done with listening, Kishimoto.”
“I swear I didn’t mean to botch your hair!”
“And yet there is still a dent in my hairline.”
I’m currently backed up against a wall, hands up in surrender as Juliette’s psycho boyfriend walks toward me at an alarmingly fast pace. See, the guy came to me asking for me to cut his hair. To say I was shocked was an understatement. Freaking Warner, asking me, one of the many people he hates, to cut his hair? Especially since he’s obsessed with his looks. I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised if he got a pedicure every once in a while.
But anyway, there was one poorly-timed sneeze, and… well, I really messed up his hair. Like, bad. He seriously looks like he wants to kill me, and I wouldn’t put it past him.
“Look, man, we can talk about this. Juliette’s not gonna like it if you murder me, y’know?” I try, which doesn’t seem to work at all.
“I should cut your tongue out so I never have to hear your voice again,” Warner says, sounding completely serious. Yeah, he’s a psycho.
“C’mon, think of J here—”
“Juliette will understand. Especially if I’m able to find a… non-violent way to avenge my hair.” He looks me up and down in a way that definitely isn’t friendly. “Maybe I should cut your hair. We’d be even, then.”
My eyes widen, and I swear I see his lips curve up into a smirk. “No, no, no, let’s not be hasty here.”
“I’m not being hasty at all. In fact, I think it’s an excellent idea.” He’s standing right in front of me now, his eyes on my beautiful hair. “Yes, I could take a bit off here, here, here…” He brushes his fingers over the top of my hair, the side, right under my ear—
Shit, did I really just flinch?
“O-kay, careful there,” I say as I push his hand away.
He raises an eyebrow. “Now this is interesting.” He swipes his finger under my ear again, and my stupid traitor head jerks to the side. Dammit, he’s going to kill me.
He grins. Actually grins. Oh, goodbye cruel world. “Are you ticklish, Kishimoto?” He sounds… mildly amused.
“No! No. No. I’m not. No.” Yeah, that was terrible.
“I believe I’ve found a very efficient, non-violent way to teach you a lesson.”
I feel my heart drop into my stomach and out my ass. If I know anything about Warner, it’s that he’s ruthless. And something tells me this will be no exception.
“Tickling me? Seriously? What are we, seven years old?” I say in a pathetic attempt to try to convince him to leave me alone.
“Age doesn’t distinguish what we can and cannot do. My father told me I was too old to cry when I was seven years old,” he says like he’s talking about getting a coffee.
“…Damn.”
His eyes darken. “I don’t need your pity. Nor do I want it. Besides.” That evil little sadistic grin slowly returns. “I believe this was about something else, correct?” Again with that swipe under my ear again. If Juliette didn’t love this dude…
“Can you— quit doing that??” I’m trying to sound threatening, really, I am, but it’s kinda hard to do that when you’re fighting back a smile. I cover the spot he’s yet to leave alone with my hand, rubbing the remaining ticklishness from it.
“Oh, well I suppose I could always go somewhere else.” And then the bastard pokes right at my ribs. I slap his hand away and hug myself.
“Do you have to—” But I get cut off when he suddenly worms his fingers through my defenses and starts digging into my ribs. I let out a yelp that I will definitely be embarrassed by later before I start laughing. Well, laughing a bit.
I don’t really think Warner knows how to tickle someone. Because his fingers are digging into my ribs in a way that is so rough it hurts. But I’m nervous and there are the occasional touches that do tickle, so I’m left between a mix of ‘Ow!’s and laughter.
“Dohohohoho you— eheheheheven knohohohohow hohohohohohow to tihihihihickle sohohohomeohohohone??” I say while trying to stop him from leaving bruises.
He raises an eyebrow, genuinely seeming confused. “Are you not laughing?”
“Ah. So, gentler is what you’re saying?” He stops trying to dig through my skin and starts switching between lightly scratching like you would scratch a dog behind the ears and rubbing circles with his thumbs.
Oh boy.
I’m laughing and squirming and cursing and dying all because of some stupid fingers. I haven’t been tickled in forever, and not by anyone but Castle. But even then, he wasn’t this evil.
Warner barely seems fazed. Despite the slight smile on his face, he seems impossibly focused. On making me suffer, that is. He isn’t fazed by my attempts to pry his wrists away from my poor ribs. I can’t say I’m surprised, though. His whole body is made of freaking steel. He’s got me held against the wall and shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. He’s started scratching at the skin in between my ribs, and seems very pleased with my reaction because he’s refusing to let up.
Then comes the thing I almost forgot I did.
See, our Energy is fueled by focus. But if our adrenaline is high enough that our body is in panic mode, our powers can sometimes go off on their own. At least, mine do. Castle found this out when I was little. He blew a raspberry on my neck and was shocked when he saw the squirming, laughing eleven year old he was wrecking disappear and reappear repeatedly. I hadn’t even noticed it until Castle pointed it out.
But Warner isn’t Castle. Warner absorbs people’s powers. So I can tell that I’m disappearing and reappearing because he starts doing it, too. He pauses for a moment in confusion.
“Why are you…?”
“Ihihihihi… I can’t— cahahahan’t hehehehehehelp ihihihihit…” I say through giggles while taking heaving breaths. He remains visible once I regain a sliver of control of myself.
“You lose control of your Energy when you are influenced by tickling. Also a fascinating fact.”
“How does J not slap you across the face every time you open your mouth?”
Warner’s face turns into a scowl. “I can ask the same for you.” Then, probably to get me back for my comment, he starts running his fingers along my neck. I start giggling like James would, and my cheeks are on fire. I’m never living this down. Never.
I sink down to the ground once my legs finally give out, sitting on my knees as I curl up.
“Yohohohohou… ahahahahare sehehehehrihihihiohohohouslyhyhyhy ehehEVIL WARNER!!” I screech like an eagle as I feel one of his fingers run up my spine. Oh god, what was that noise!? I immediately roll onto my back and stare up at him. The gleam in his eyes is enough to make me pray to gods I don’t believe in.
“Why are you protecting your back, Kishimoto? It wouldn’t happen to be a spot I need to investigate too, would it?” Is he teasing me?
“Warner, I swear I will kill you.”
“You’re not very intimidating. Especially not like this.” He crouches down to my level and I start to scurry backwards. If he gets to my back, I’m screwed. But before I can get far, he grabs my ankle and pulls me back to him with almost no strain at all. He flips me over so I’m laying on my stomach, and I’m trying to use my hands to pull me away from him. I look like a horror movie character scratching at the floor who’s being pulled by the monster. So, basically, I look stupid.
Warner straddles my hips, making me give him a mix of a glare and a ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ look. He just responds by dragging his fingers up my back. I’m going to kill this guy in his sleep. …And now I sound just like him. Great.
I attempt to muffle my embarrassingly-screechy laughter by burying my face into my arms, and my legs kick helplessly behind me. I’m disappearing again, and I can tell because my arms keep going invisible. He occasionally and purposefully (it has to be!) brushes against my sides as well and it’s driving me crazy. I’m only half-aware of the threats coming out of my mouth, but they’re probably not pretty. It gets even worse when he starts using his nails, lightly scratching as he drags them.
“You know, perhaps I should start testing my soldiers for ticklishness. If you were to be thrown into an interrogation, you could very well break just from this.” He’s not being serious, which means he’s teasing me. Again. This is weird. Since when does Warner tease people? Has he been possessed or something?
But then he suddenly switches to scratch at my ribs again. Nope, not possessed. Just as cruel and unusual as he normally is.
He’s switching back and forth with absolutely no warning between my ribs and my back. I’m unable to do anything but laugh into my arms, though it is getting harder to breathe. I extend a hand and pound on the floor in an attempt to tap out. At first I think he either didn’t get it or didn’t care, but he eventually slows the torment. I’m gasping into my arms, and the gasps are paired with residual giggles that force their way through my mouth.
“That was for my hair.” I feel Warner’s weight lift off of my back, and I immediately curl up like… what was that bug James was telling me about earlier? The one that’s extinct? Uh… Roly-poly! That’s it. I’m curled up like a roly-poly. …That doesn’t exactly help with my consuming embarrassment.
“...I… I hahahahate yohohohohou…” I say despite the grin on my face.
“The feeling is mutual,” he says coldly, as if he hadn’t just wrecked me with tickles. But even then, I can see him smile just a little bit.
I point at him weakly. “Smiling,” I say, still a bit breathless.
He stares at me for a second before crouching down and scribbling his fingers in my armpit.
“WAIT! Wait, I– Ihihihihi’m sohohohohohohorryhyhyhyhy!!” I laugh as I try to roll away while kicking my legs.
I’m not. But I’m way too ticklish to not apologize.
He huffs out a laugh—that’s a first—before withdrawing his hand and standing back up. “Don’t think I won’t use this again.”
I just flip him off, to which he rolls his eyes before he turns to leave the room. But before he does, he turns to me with that mischievous gleam in his eyes that I’ve become much too familiar with.
“I think Juliette would love to know about this. Maybe Kent as well, hm?”
My eyes widen and I push myself to a sitting position. “Warner, don’t you dare—!” But he’s already gone. I groan and flop onto my back, running my hands through my sweaty hair. But even as I prepare myself from the onslaught of taunts and teasing, I can’t help the smile that lingers on my face. Yeah, it was torture, but it was nice to laugh like that. I don’t get those moments often, ones where I can’t focus on anything but something silly and stupid. And believe me, I couldn’t focus on shit other than how much it tickled. My smile was, and still is, genuine and nothing is holding it back. …So maybe it was actually pretty nice.
Not that Warner’s ever gonna know that, of course.
