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A Ticklish Magician

A/N: @ticklygiggles A wonderful and merry Christmas to you~ I gave a lot of thought what I could write for you and remembered that we both are fans of this show, so I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to write for it.

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Athanasia crossed her arms and puffed her cheeks out as she stared down at the shimmering cloud of golden dust that had once again fizzled out before forming the spell she’d intended. “Ugh! Why does it never stay together?” she groaned, stamping her foot lightly against the polished marble floor of the royal room.

Across from her, sprawled with irresponsible comfort on a velvet-lined luxury couch, Lucas watched her with the lazy interest of a housecat observing a butterfly struggle against the wind. He had come there to “supervise” or so he claimed, but the only thing he had been supervising was how soft the couch was and how the different pastries fit his tastes.

“Maybe because,” Lucas drawled, stretching his arms behind his head, “you’re trying to force your little sparkles to behave when they’re smarter than you?” Athanasia whipped around. “Excuse me?! My sparkles- My magic is not smarter than me!” “Mm. Debatable,” he said, eyes half-lidded and smirk sharp enough to cut through crystal.

“Lucas!!” Athanasia cursed. That was it. The audacity of the magician that should guide her was (sometimes) unparalleled. She didn’t think - she didn’t have to. Her legs moved on their own and Athanasia pounced. Lucas barely had time to register the blur of blonde hair, before soft but determined hands landed on his sides.

His entire body jolted like she had hit him with an electric spell. “W-WaHait!” he sputtered, eyes widening in surprise. Though, it was already too late. Athanasia dug her fingers in with vengeful vigor. “Take that back, Lucas!” she demanded. The response was instantaneous - a helpless, startled bark of laughter burst out of him, bright and uncontrolled.

“W-Wait! Pfft- Ah-AthaHahnasia!” Lucas twisted, shoulders jerking up as giggles spilled out of him in a stuttering stream. “H-HeHehey! W-What do you think you’re-!” “HeheHEhe~!” Athanasia fake-laughed triumphantly, wiggling her fingers even faster. Hearing the other laugh under her hands had a sweet touch and she already felt a bit better.

“Lucas, the great grand magician, undone by simple tickling! How the mighty have fallen~!” she teased and the light blush on the other's cheeks was prove enough how much it effected the other. The thought that the reaction was duo to her being the one tickling him, didn't even cross her mind at that point.

If it had, surely, Lucas wouldn't been the only one who would be blushing right now. But that was a tale for its own. “Y-You! S-StoHohop! Athanasia! AHHahah noHoHOHO!” Lucas tried to speak, but another ripple of laughter seized him, shaking through his stomach and chest when her hands found his stomach, wiggling into it with gusto.

The ravenhead tried to suck in his stomach, but strangely enough it only made the tickling worse and he breathed out another wave of bubbly laughs. He had never been this sensitive before, never laughed so much, never felt like this. He could’ve escaped in an instant - he could teleport, vanish, float, turn into a shadow, anything.

But he didn’t, because she was smiling. Radiant, proud, golden like sunlight through spring blossoms and maybe - just maybe - he liked seeing that more than he liked winning. Even though her unprincesslike behavior was really driving him against a wall right now. Athanasia climbed onto the couch, kneeling beside him as she continued her merciless assault.

Her fingers danced along the lines of his waist, scribbling over the patches she knew were sensitive from past little accidents - pokes, prods, accidental brushes when she got too close. Lucas laughed harder, squirming under her in a way that would’ve been impossible to imagine for the Lucas anyone else knew.

Who would even assume, that someone as unapproachable as him could make such adora- ahem funny sounds. “AHaAh- AthanaHahsia!” he managed to gasp between helpless giggles. “Y-You- thiHihis- hahahahaha- You’re so-!” “What? Amazing?” she teased. “ANNoHohying!” he choked out, the word dissolving immediately into laughter as she dug into his ribs.

Her fingers pressed softly but accurately in-between them, hitting the soft areas that had turned out to be especially sensitive. “Aha! A confession!” she declared in the best royal-authority-like voice she could manage right now, while trying not to burst out laughing. “The defendant pleads guilty! I sentence you to armpit tickles~” she declared with a grin.

“AthanasiaHaha w-waHait!” Lucas almost screamed, but couldn't stop the blonde whirlwind. She leaned forward, determination blazing, and reached up toward his underarms. That did it. “NOHOHO!” Lucas practically yelped, his voice jumping an octave as he convulsed and fell flat onto the couch cushions, arms instinctively clamping down. “Not- ehEhe n-not there!”

“Oh? Here?” Athanasia poked lightly, wiggling her fingers into the spot, drawing light circles as if wanting to write a magical formula on them. Lucas’s breath hitched and then he lost it. “ATHANASIA! AHAHAW-WAIT! I’M- I’m serious! HAHAHA st-stoHOhp, stop!”

He was really laughing now. Not his usual smirky, dismissive chuckles - this was loud, boyish, unguarded laughter that barely sounded like him at all.

His face heated up, bangs sticking to his forehead as he twisted uselessly on the couch. The blush having creeped up to his ears by now. Tears of mirth had formed in the corner of his eyes and he pressed his arms as strong as he cold against his flanks.

Athanasia blinked, pausing with her hands in mid-tickle attack. She hadn’t expected that reaction and now that she saw how red his ears were… “Lucas?” she asked softly, fingers lifting away. “Are you okay?” He kept giggling for a moment, the aftershocks bubbling through his chest.

When he finally sat up, hair messy and face flushed, he refused to meet her eyes. He turned sideways, propping an elbow on the couch arm and scratching his cheek like it might erase the embarrassment. “…Hmph,” he muttered, voice trying to find its usual lazy drawl and failing, “you really are ridiculous,” he mumbled and - was he pouting right now?

“I’m ridiculous? You’re the one who almost fell off the couch!” Athanasia said, grinning proudly. “I didn’t know you were so ticklish.” Lucas stiffened. He turned his face further away, pretending to examine the window, or anything that wasn’t her. His ears burned crimson, betraying him completely.

“Tch. You think I’d let you win that easily?” he scoffed, though his voice wobbled almost painfully. “Obviously I was just… too bored to stop you.” “Mhm,” she said, lips curling knowingly, “sure you were.” Lucas snapped his fingers, red magic crackling in a small spark. “Whatever. I’m sending you away now.” “Eh?”

“If you have energy to pounce on people and tickle them,” he said, regaining some of his usual snark, “then go bother Ijekiel. He deserves it more.” And I'm sure he's gonna love it, he finished in his mind. “But- Lucas!” “You have five seconds Princess,” he said with a huff. “Say bye-bye.”

“No, wait, Lucas!” Athanasia reached toward him, but the magic was already swirling around her. He finally dared to look at her - just for a second. His eyes were softer than he intended them to be.

His name left her lips in a startled cry as the red light engulfed her. “LUCAS!” With a final flash, the teleportation activated, pulling her away, leaving Lucas alone on the couch, still warm from laughter he absolutely, definitely was not still thinking about.

[feathers-of-fluff]

Ticklishness Doesn’t Get You Far

Summary: After an unleashed tickle attack, Lucas makes an attempt to have MX make a promise with him. It’s shortly successful before turning out to be a whole lie. Will he finally meet his fate? No, but it’s something much better worse.

part 2 of Fighting Back The Giant

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This was it.

He was actually going to die—for real this time.

Lucas didn’t realize all of this would be revealed to be a lie until he fell for his tormentor’s innocent tone. Now stuck in MX’s grasp, he could only think of the horrible things he’ll do to him before finishing him, making the suffering loop over again.

And he said that innocence doesn’t get him far…

“No.. no no no nononoNONONO!” Lucas yelled, breathing anxiously as he stared at the giant’s grinning face. He tried squirming, but his grip was too strong even getting his arms out would have a chance of resulting in injury.

“Oh… don’t be so afraid, Lucas. I’m only just getting some payback for what you did.” MX spoke, slowly loosening his grip on the boy plumber to avoid crushing his bones.

He was a little confused at first, but then remembered what he might be about to do and attempted to escape. However, his thumb pushed him back, preventing him from finding his way out.

Lucas tries to move the large thumb out of the way, but to no avail. “L-Let me g-go! I-I thought you p-promised!”

“Sometimes, people have to lie. Always remember that, champ.” He informed, giving Lucas a little pat on the head before what seems to be a smirk appeared on his face with a playful glint in his eye.

“You’ve had your fun, but now it’s my turn.”

The young boy closed his eyes preparing to feel the pain of being torn apart until he felt a ticklish sensation on his stomach, accidentally letting out some giggles before covering his mouth.

Oh heck no.

“C’mooon~! Give me a laugh, Lucas~!” MX teased, scratching at Lucas’ sensitive stomach with his finger as he watched him struggle to keep in his laughter.

He shook his head, trying to squirm away from the giant’s finger but failed to as it followed him, quickly sneaking a tickle at his side before returning to its spot. Lucas lets another giggle accidentally slip, causing him to burst into laughter. “BaHAHAhaha-! Sstahahap, plehehehease!”

“There it iis, there it iis! Just what I’ve been waiting for!” MX said, wiggling his thumb into the boy’s armpit while continuously tickling his stomach. Lucas squealed, kicking his legs like a child would as tickly shocks zapped through his body. “StaHAHAHAp-! N-Nohoho fahahair!”

“Yes fair! What, you don’t like the tickles~?” He moves his finger away from the plumber and does the same with the thumb from his armpit, now using it to hold Lucas down again.

Lucas responds with a head shake meaning “no”, which was obviously a lie since he felt like wanting to play around—and it shows by what he says next.

“Yohohou’re just being a meheheanie!” This makes the giant plumber dramatically gasp as if he was actually insulted.

“Well that’s not very nice of you, Lucas. I think you should be taught a lesson…” He slowly lowers down his two fingers to Lucas’ stomach with a playful grin, making the boy anticipate.

He made one last attempt at escaping his grasp, struggling to move the thumb away from him. But alas, still and always a failure.

“PleEehehease! I’m sohohory, okahahay? I didn’t mehean it!”

“I’m gonna getcha, Lucas! Iiii’m gonna getchaa~!” MX teased, his fingers nearing close to Lucas’ tummy.

Squealing like a child again, he tries to squirm out of his thumb’s grip as quick as he could. “WAHAHAIT-! Dohohon’t, plehehease!” He plead, but it was already too late the moment they made contact.

“Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy koo~! I’ve gotcha, kiddo~!” His two fingers had begun skittering at the stomach, swiftly moving up and down getting a few cackles out of Lucas.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAA-! UHUHUNCLE, UHN-UHUHNCLE-! SSTAHAHA *snort* HAHAHAP!” He laughed, not realizing what sudden noise he made till the giant took notice, stopping his tickle attack.

“…Did you just-?” He paused for a moment before skittering his fingers on the same spot again.

“BAHAHAHA! *snort* STOHOHOP- NOHOHOHO-!”

The boy’s eyes widened when realization hit him, quickly covering his mouth.

“…Well, that’s something you don’t usually hear…” His expression of confusion shifted to a grin of mischief. He then chuckled, “Yohou should see the look on your face, Lucas. Somebody’s beginning to look like a tomato~!”

Lucas moved his hands to cover his blushing face out of embarrassment. “I-ihi’m not! You heard nothihing,” he exclaimed. If there were to be a mirror in MX’s world, he wouldn’t even take a peek at it.

“Did I?” He put a hand to his chin, making a thinking face. “Hm… let’s see for ourselves, shall we?”

MX moves the plumber’s arm up with his thumb before scratching his armpit straight away. No matter how hard Lucas could try to keep his laughter in, a giggle would always fall out each time. He had rarely ever been tickled back when he wasn’t trapped in here, considering how his parents usually were in one word; neglectful. So this felt almost different for him, but it was nice to feel the serotonin of happiness for once.

The dam suddenly bursts open when MX’s thumb moves to the ribs, sending Lucas into childish laughter.

“BWAHAHAHAHA-! MEHEHERC- *snort* MEHERCY, HAHAVE *snort* MEHEHERCY-!” He plead.

“Alright, alright.” MX stops his tickling, allowing the young boy to take his time catching breath. Lucas almost thought it wasn’t over yet when his index finger gave him a little tickle on the stomach, luckily it actually was when it moved away.

“Yohou’re soho… evil.” He said, wrapping his arms around his own stomach. “I know I am, kiddo.” MX rubbed his head with the same thumb finger, making the boy chuckle.

“I’ll be sparing you… for now. But next time you try ticklin’ me again,” he wiggled his fingers over Lucas’ shoe to give the message, “then you’re really gonna get it.”

The plumber squeaked and begun to giggle, pulling his legs away. “Nohoho, plehehease!” He curled up into a ball in MX’s hand, his face slowly turning red from the thought of being teased again.

He could hear the giant plumber give a chuckle, but he refused to look at him as he kept his head turned away. MX really is evil.

But hey, at least the brute still has a heart—outside of killing he assumes.

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End

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tkltober day 6: Chase

Stranger Things - ler!Max, lee!Lucas

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“There’s no way you’re faster than me, Sinclair.”

Lucas felt his heartbeat grind to a hold at the sound of Max’ voice. He hadn’t intended for her to hear him bragging about his speed… he had been the fastest in the group, until she had joined them, and so far he had been pretty good at making fun of his other friends being slower than him without getting it back a thousand times from Max. But now she had caught him running his mouth… Dustin’s shit-eating grin told him that the bastard had already seen her and decided not to warn him; he was gonna get it later! First, he had to deal with this. He slowly turned around to the redhead. “And what if I am.”

Max scoffed and raised a single eyebrow. “Alright, we’ll see. You run over there, to the fence. If you reach it before I catch you, you win.”

Of course she would suggest a bet, he should’ve known. Lucas took a deep breath and grabbed her extended hand. He wasn’t one to turn down a challenge. “You’re on. What’s the bet?”

“If you outrun me, you get bragging rights.”

“And if I lose?”

“Then I get to punish you for bragging.” A slightly unnerving grin spread Max’ lips and Lucas felt a cold shiver run down his spine. “I’ll even give you a headstart. Ready, set…”

“Wait, how much-”

“Go!”

Immediately, his feet were off the ground and running. No matter how much of a headstart she’d give him, it wouldn’t be enough if he let himself get distracted. Running, just focus on running. Lucas tried his best to imagine that a Demogorgon was on his heels. It didn’t help much; at least he knew what to expect from a Demogorgon. Note to self: the next time you get chased by a monster, imagine Max Mayfield is on your- “WOAH!”

“Gotcha!”

Lucas barely managed to bring his arms up so he didn’t fall flat on his face when he was tackled around the middle. He tried to look up at her over his shoulder. “Careful!”

“Stop whining.” Max grinned down at him, sitting comfortably on his lower back. “Loser.”

“I’m not a loser!”

“Yes, you are and now I get to punish you for it.”

“Pff.” Lucas groaned and buried his face in his arms. “What are you gonna do, hit meHEE-”

“Would you prefer me to hit you?” Max chuckled, her fingers dancing over his ribs and scratching at the spaces between the bones, making him shriek. “You look like you’re having fun though.”

“SHUHUHUHUT AHAHAP- NAHAHAHAHA!” He had his arms clamped to his sides as strongly as possible, but it didn’t do a damn thing. If anything, it added a sense of hopelessness to the situation which, in return, made a tickling a million times worse. “NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Not there? Alright, then how about… here?” A hand grabbed one of his wrists and pulled his arm to the side (which only worked because Max had the surprise effect on her side, definitely). By the time Lucas managed to free himself from her grasp and pull the arm back, she had already dug her evil fingers into his armpit.

“MAHAHAHAHAX!”

“Sinclair?”

“IHIHI’M SOHORRY, I WOHON’T BRAHAHAG AGAHAHAHAIN, PLEHEHEASE!”

Max let out a laugh and gave his skin one last scratch before stopping her attack. When she spoke again, her voice had taken on an uncharacteristically soft tone. “I know you won’t.”