#ler!fern

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 9 - Wake Up!

This was just too perfect for Frieren 😂

Prompts by @tickletober 💜

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2024/Day 20 - Posing

Sousou no Frieren - Stark & Frieren and Stark

“Hmm, he looks good, don’t you think?” Frieren hummed, holding her chin as she gave her own statement some more thought. 

“H-hey…” Stark whined quietly.

“I’m not sure, Frieren-sama,” Fern added, tilting her head before exchanging glances between the canvas and the model, “mr. Stark looks… unlike him in the drawing.”

“...can you two stop?” Stark sighed, feeling the heat spread over his cheeks. Thankfully, the painter didn’t seem to listen to the girls’ chatter - or, if he did, he didn’t mind it. 

Still, this whole modeling thing wasn’t so bad. Frieren couldn’t help but reminisce about a similar situation in her previous adventure, even if Himmel wouldn’t be so shy while striking pose after pose for whoever was sculpting or painting a portrait of him. 

This was Stark’s first time taking such a job and the poor warrior couldn’t help but cringe at the idea of doing it in front of Fern and Frieren, but ended up obliging to the village’s request in the end.

“I see what you mean,” Frieren mused, walking closer to the ‘model’ with Fern following right behind her. They took turns walking in circles around the stone where Stark currently stood on top of, their eyes scanning him from head to toe as if looking for something. “Maybe try to lift the ax a little higher-”

“H-hehey!” Stark let out a helpless squeal, giggling nervously when Frieren poked his lower side with her staff in her attempt to instruct him. “D-don’t do thAH-”

“No, I think mr. Stark needs to lower his knee a little, to look like he is striking something,” Fern said, mimicking her master and using her staff to prod the back of Stark’s knee.

“C-cahan you two stohop?!” Stark groaned while swinging the - thankfully fake - ax around the stone,  trying to fend off the pokes that seem to come from everywhere.

“Do this”, “do that”, the girls said over and over and he couldn’t help but think they were doing that on purpose, nitpicking details about the pose he first decided on just to mess with him.

“P-plehease! Just tehehell me what to dohoho!”

“We are doing it, thought,” Frieren retorted, pressing her staff against Stark’s back to prevent him from falling off the stone. “You’re just not listening to us.”

“B-because you ahahare tihihickling me!”

“No, we are not,” Fern added, her voice cold that comment seemed to fluster - or was it upset? - her for some reason, “don’t distort things into your fantasies, mr. Stark.”

“Caham,” the painter finally broke into their banter, faking a cough, “lady Frieren, lady Fern, your staffs are getting in the way of my view of the model. Could you step back for a moment?”

“Ah, I apologize,” Frieren hummed, tapping the ground with her staff and nodding at the painter’s request, “I guess we got too distracted while having fun.”

“It’s nothing to worry about. If you’d like to kill some time while I finish the work, feel free to take a walk around the village. I’m sure you’ll find something to entertain yourself.”

A/N: First time writing for this show and its been a hoooot minute since I watched it, but I still wanted to do something different and-

well, things happens

[madison-funhouse]

Day 9 - Wake Up!

Summary: Fern has been trying to wake up Frieren since it's time to head out to the next village, but she won't seem to wake up. So Fern has an idea that might change that...

Lee - Frieren

Ler - Fern

I hope you enjoyy ~

"Frieren sama, wake up!" Fern has spent nearly 10 minutes by this point trying to wake up the sleeping elf. It's not like they stayed up late or anything.

This was just how Frieren was.

"Mmmrph" Tucked in her blanket, Frieren had rolled over, still sound asleep with no intention of waking up.

"Frierennnn samaaaa, please wake up!"

The young girl had to think of something. She remembered all the times Heiter would try and wake her up, and how she'd pretend to still be asleep.

She also remembered how he'd tickle her to expose that she's faking it.

Maybe she could try the same?

Fern grabs the bit of blanket up by Frieren's face and slowly begins folding it downward. With the elf's legs still covered, Fern let's go and gives a single to poke to Frieren's side.

She flinches, but is still sleeping.

"Hmm." Fern tries it again, another poke to the side. And another. She starts poking multiple times when suddenly she hears a muffled laugh.

Frieren rolls over again, facing away from Fern.

"Oh come on." Fern starts frantically poking the elf's side, which gets blocked by Frieren's arm, who is also now giggling but refuses to move.

"I know you're awake." Fern switches from poking to grabbing her sides, gaining a bit more laughter.

"Fehehern let me sleheheep" Frieren says with an obviously tired voice.

"You can't sleep. We have to leave, now." Still ticking Frieren, she uses both hands now to convince them to finally get up.

But she still won't move.

"Ahahaha hehehe hmhmhmhm" The giggly elf buries her face in the pillow and rolls to the other side, bending away from Fern. She grabs the blanket, tries pulling it up, but Fern grabs it and tosses it away.

"That's it Frieren sama, you're getting up right now!"

Fern moves to sit on top of Frieren and launches a full on attack of belly scribbles and rib pokes.

Frieren laughs in a way Fern has never heard before. She's not sure she's ever even heard Frieren laugh at all. It was quite refreshing.

"AHAHAhahaha!! Okahahahay okayyy I'm up!!"

Frieren finally gives and sits up, fixing her hair and gown. She forgot that she was even ticklish. It had been years, maybe even centuries since she's been tickled. It felt nice, but she was still tired. Guess she'll have to wait for night to fall again.

[n1ghtdreamer]

A little punishment (ler! Fern x lee! Stark)

WARNING! English is not my native language, sorry for possible mistakes. “I'm home,” Fern said in a slightly tired voice, entering the house and slowly closing the door. “Hello, Fern,” Stark's voice came from his room. It sounded strained and was interrupted by barely audible puffing. The young man was in the midst of his daily training. The girl took off her bag from her shoulder and went to the kitchen, where she laid out the purchased groceries. Then she quietly came to Stark's room. He was hanging on a horizontal bar and did not notice her approach. “You're still training, Mr. Stark,” the sorceress said with a naughty smile, “Aren't you tired yet?” The guy shuddered in surprise. “Ah, it's you, Fern... You scared me..." he said awkwardly. “Why don't you meet me? Is the training really more important to you?” She continued in the same tone. “N-no, not at all,” Stark answered nervously, “I just need to keep in shape to remain a strong warrior.” “Excuses,” Fern smiled slyly, sneaking up behind him. Suddenly, she touched the boy's underarms. Stark twitched and started squirming, still hanging from the crossbar. “Phahaha! What are you doing?” “Is our mighty warrior ticklish?” Said the sorceress, smiling mischievously. Her fingers started running in Stark's underarms. “Hehehehey, don't tease mehehe! I'm gonna fahahahall! Hahaha!” “Apologize for your behavior or I won't stop!” “For what? I haven't done anything bad" The boy exclaimed, desperately trying to stay on the horizontal bar. Fern frowned and began to tickle Stark's armpits even harder. “Hahahahaha!” The warrior laughed, unable to resist the tickling anymore, “Okay, okahahahay! I'm sohohohorry! Hahahahaha! Just stohohohop ihihihit! Pleahahase!” When she finally heard the apology, the girl smiled and stopped tickling. “Much better!” She said. Exhausted by prolonged laughter, the young man let go of the horizontal bar and fell on the sofa to catch his breath. His face was red both with tension and embarrassment. “I'm sorry, Fern,” he said again. The girl smiled indulgently and ruffled his hair, accepting the apology.