#platonic touch

[trekkitkat]

Anyone else get so touch starved your skin actually hurts and you feel like your insides are both hollow and choking and the moment anyone touches you for any reason you want to cry in relief.

[veryblushyswitch]

Really craving some playful tickle fight, platonic love filled tickles right now 🥲💖

[sinceyousawvienna]

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Human radiator

Fandom: Elena of Avalor

Characters: Gabriel Nuñez, Naomi Turner, Elena Castillo Flores, Mateo de Alva

Relationships: all four of them being best friends

Prompt: @flufftober - day 17 Only One Bed (kinda)

Word count: 427

Other: Fluff, Oneshot, Cuddling, Implied camping trip or something, platonic bed sharing, post canon, no context, Gabe's POV mostly because is anybody really surprised at this point

"Alright, so it looks..." Gabe brushed off his hands and paused.

"... actually not bad," Elena supplemented him with the right words.

"Yeah." He nodded, assessing their makeshift shelter with a judgmental gaze.

"So we're finally done? Oh thank goodness." Naomi dramatically threw away a stick and not wasting a minute, crawled under the canopy of branches and vines.

Mateo didn't seem completely convinced of the stability of the old stone wall their lean-to was based on, but an impatient "Well! Aren't you coming?!" from Naomi seemed to be enough to lure him inside.

Gabe looked over to Elena.

"I can take the first watch."

"No way!" Her answer synchronised with Naomi's cry.

"Nuh uh mister "not taking a coat to Maarsvik" you're staying in here with the rest of us!"

Elena nodded sagely and ushered him to go before her.

"Don't worry, we're alone here anyway. And I doubt there's anything out here to get us except for maybe mosquitoes?"

"And I call dibs on using you as a pillow," Naomi added as he squeezed into the tight space they got to call home for the night.

"Alright, alright," Gabe chuckled, making himself comfortable on the dry leaves and moss mattress. They all huddled together into one big bundle of arms and legs and chests, seeking warmth and any semblance of comfort on the five square metres that they got to share. Finally a shared relaxed sigh filled their little abode. That's when Gabe decided to add:

"By the way, I snore."

The silence lost its bliss. It has gained however, a whole lot of weight from the silent threats cast at him by everyone's glares. Gabe couldn't see them of course, but he could feel it well in his heart that they were there.

"Not if I smother you in your sleep you won't," Mateo mumbled half asleep.

Gabe chuckled and the atmosphere went back to being cozy.

"Very funny, Mateo." He rolled his eyes even if he knew they wouldn't see it. "Cause it was a joke, right? Guys...?"

The only answer he got was even and quiet breathing all around him and suddenly he started wondering if maybe standing a watch alone outside wouldn't be that bad.

But then he thought about the dark and cold and wind waiting behind the thin walls of their little hut and felt the warmth and comfort coming from his friends even strongly. His eyelids began to drop and he decided that maybe getting murdered in his sleep is something... he can worry about... in the morning...

Author's note:

You do not realise how badly I wanted to call Gabe a human radiator in the fic itself but. I imagine radiators are not a thing in the EverRealm T_T However I firmly believe that Gabe would make for a fantastic pillow and my goal was to not make it creepy or horny by accident in the fic. It's just an objective and platonic truth ✊

[magical-bees]

I've made a friend this year who the first time I can be platonically touchy with and it's so nice, when we get tipsy together we have been described as getting up to "cat bullshit" and like fuck yeah

[breannasfluff]

Don't Touch

Sky hums as he carves, slowly turning the piece of wood in his hands. Wood shavings fall to his lap where he periodically brushes them away. Beneath his knife, a loftwing is emerging. He’s carved plenty of them by now, but the form is soothing. It reminds him of his Zelda.

He runs light fingers over the wood, feeling for sharp edges to round out. A yelp from the firepit shows Warriors yanking his slapped hand away from where Wild’s frying bread in a thick pan.

The newest hero is slowly settling into the group, but he’s still standoffish around some of them. Wild gets along with Hyrule and Legend, with a surprisingly high tolerance for sharp remarks. Twilight and the Champion spin around each other; coming closer and breaking apart for no discernible reason. Even Warriors, Wind, and Time had their small moments with him.

No, he and Four seem to be on the outside still. With Four, it seems more like they just don’t cross paths rather than active avoidance. It shouldn’t matter that Sky is being ignored on purpose or not, but it still causes a low aching throb in his chest. Did he do something to scare Wild away or make him uncomfortable?

The more he reaches out, the more the Champion edges away. Often literally—he shies away from hugs or even a pat on the shoulder. Sky’s seen him flop all over Wolfie, though, so he’s certainly comfortable with animals. Even Hyrule sometimes offers a hug that’s accepted. When Sky offers physical affection, though, it’s almost always rebuffed.

His frown deepening at the mystery, Sky continues carving.

Wind is curled up against his side with the sailcloth tucked around him when he catches Wild staring. In the near darkness his eyes glint, almost like an animal. Then the fire flickers and it disappears. Just a trick of the light. The champion is still across the low burning fire, eyes fixed on Sky.

Dinner is long gone and cleaned and some of the Chain already unrolled their sleeping mats. Wind insisted he wasn’t tired and promptly started dozing against Sky. Offering a smile, the Chosen hero gestures for Wild to join them.

He jerks and his eyes dart away. ‘I’m good,’ he signs, although it’s hard to see in the dim light. Wild’s arms wrap around his middle in an imitation hug and Sky stomps on the urge to go gather him into his arms anyway.

Against his side, Wind starts snoring softly. Wild’s gaze slowly drifts back to them and stays, but Sky says nothing further.

The next time Time asks for people to split into groups for tasks, Sky volunteers to join Wild. Maybe time alone will help the hero relax.

They’re in charge of foraging, a task Wild is well-suited to, and Sky…isn’t. His knowledge of food from the land is lacking in comparison to the others. Wild must think so too, because he keeps shooting Sky sidelong glances as they head into the forest.

“I’d like to learn more about foraging,” Sky offers. “I didn’t grow up around it, but I don’t want to be a hindrance to the group.”

Wild nods at that, hands coming up to sign. ‘Knowing how to find food can be the difference between living and dying in the wild.’

It’s not the sort of peril Sky’s adventure contained, but he doesn’t bring it up. “Could you teach me?”

‘Of course!’ Wild brightens at the prospect.

Maybe he should have tried connecting on their shared interests earlier. Well, it wasn’t shared but—he really should learn. And if that means Sky gets to spend time with Wild, all the better.

He looks around as they walk, letting the greenery sink in around him. “Here’s one!” he leans over to grab a mushroom only to have Wild bat at him without touching.

“Poisonous. It’ll irritate your hands.”

Sky rapidly yanks his hands back and tries to fix it in his mind. “Well, what about this?” He points to something sticking half out of the dirt beneath a log.

Wild glances at it before grinning and nodding. “Sure.”

With barely held delight, Sky pulls up his prize and holds out—a rock. He gives Wild a flat look, but the other is grinning. “Ha, ha, very funny.” The rock might be thrown more than tossed, but no one needs to know.

The champion continues, still chuckling to himself. He ranges back and forth from tree to tree, eyes constantly searching. Sky follows, less actively searching as he still isn’t sure what to look for.

The flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye has him reaching out to grab Wild. “Loo—”

Wild jerks back sharply, spinning around with a pained noise. Sky freezes, hand still outstretched. The chipmunk he was going to point to bounds away.

“Sorry?” Sky offers.

Wild blinks and stares for a long moment, then turns and continues.

“Wild? Did I…do something?” How did he manage to mess this up already?

Instead of answering, the Champion cuts to the side and pauses. ‘Here,’ he signs. ‘Wild garlic.’ He pulls out a small knife and starts cutting a bunch.

Sky drops next to him, but he’s got the Master Sword on his back, not a foraging knife. The slate chirps and Wild hands him another knife, careful to keep his fingers clear of Sky when he takes it. It’s like he’s trying to avoid touching—

He stares at the bunch of garlic in his hand, still halfway through cutting. Memories of their time and situation run by rapidly as he thinks. Wild’s Hyrule is emptier than expected, for all he seemed to enjoy the company of those at the stable when they visited.

How often is he around large groups of people like this to engage in casual physical touch? He’d bet good money there were few instances during his hero journey.

Wild clicks his tongue to catch Sky’s attention, frowning at the inaction. Another puzzle piece slides into place; others in the group would reach out and nudge Sky for attention.

With a smile, Sky shakes his head and keeps cutting the plants. The last thing he needs to do is make the Champion uncomfortable. He’ll find a way to ease him into it.

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[bluebyrd-screaming]

Need someone to platonically lay on top of me

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

For the caress ask, how's about sfw for Blue!!

Send me   ‘ caress ‘  + a body part for my muse’s reaction to yours caressing them there

Thank you for remembering Blue!! <3

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Blue only trusts one human at the sanctuary. She is there every day, checking on him, bringing him meals, sitting and talking to him.

So when that day she doesn't show up, Blue is instantly on edge. Though swimming strains the muscles in his healing tail, he spends more time out in deeper water, away from the other humans who volunteer there.

"Come on. You have to eat!"

He recognizes the volunteer currently pacing the shore with a net full of freshly caught fish. They're here often and seem to be well liked by the other beings staying in the sanctuary...and by his human.

Blue is growing hungry and doesn't know how much longer he can stay afloat. He reluctantly swims ashore, most of his strength giving out by the time he slides up onto the sand.

"Did you hurt yourself again?"

The new human runs over and goes through the routine checks that his human always does. Blue allows this, and even lets them help him sit up and lean back against a rock.

"I picked you the biggest ones." They sit down beside him just like his human always does. "I hope in return if you find anything cool down there you'll show me, yeah? Like a sword or a megalodon tooth..."

Blue warily takes the fish and looks it over but sees nothing wrong with it, so he digs in. The human crosses their legs and scoots down to his tail to continue his check-up.

"You're real tense. Especially here..."

Their hand caresses over a particularly bad knot in the muscle of his tail. A moment of soreness and then a little burst of relief, and the merman hums contentedly.

"Yep right there..."

They continue making that same motion, stroking gently but firm down that part of his tail. The tension alleviates quickly and Blue lets out a breath, relaxing back against the rock...

He doesn't know how long he dozes but when Blue abruptly wakes it's to the ripples of the water against him as the human stands. His tail barely hurts anymore. The human gives it a friendly pat.

"Thanks for not smacking me with this," they say with a wink. Blue glares, but they both know he has a reputation.

Blue makes a hand symbol he and his usual human use to say 'stay still'. This human recognizes it as well and immediately stills.

"Is there something you need?"

The merman makes the gesture again: stay still, even more emphatically. She always understands...it's the closest way he knows how to communicate stay with me. I don't want to be alone.

The new human watches closely as Blue makes the symbol a third time. Maybe his face finally says what he can't, because they suddenly understand.

"Really? Wow...okay."

Clearly pleased, they drop the empty net aside and sit beside him again.

Breathing above water still takes a lot out of him, and Blue starts to drift down to lay beneath the surface. Usually when he does this his human combs her fingers through his hair, a comforting gesture for his kind. She isn't here, but...

The merfolk equivalent of fuck it crosses his mind and he bumps his head against their hand until he gets what he wants. Remaining submerged, he closes his eyes and leans his forehead against the human's leg.

Blue only trusts two humans at the sanctuary.