hi!! may i order a peppermint mocha with atsushi and lucy? maybe with one of them discovering that the other’s ticklish (i was thinking during cuddles for warmth or ice skating? y’know when you nearly fall and quickly grab the nearest thing? the iceskating one sounds a bit tricky but i’m just trying to give variety,, heheh)
i requested this with ler!lucy in mind (maybe fits the vibes easier) but feel free to go with whatever makes writing her easier :) and if you’re inspired to do something else for the scenario, go ahead!! whatever makes you comfortable
you did mention you’re still trying to figure out how to write lucy(?) so i tried to give as much freedom as i could with this :’D
at the end of the day, no pressure!! feel free to skip this prompt, i don’t mind <3 if you do do this prompt, i hope you enjoyed the small variety? was a bit worried about requesting for lucy, but we’ll see!! have a wonderful christmas, don’t forget to take breaks!
❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️
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“You’re doing great, Lucy!” Atsushi encouraged, a gentle smile on his face as he drifted alongside the redheaded girl, who was hugging the wall of the skating rink as if her life depended on it. “You can let go now; I’ll be right here to catch you if you fall.”
Lucy huffed at him. “Easy for you to say, Mr. Catlike Balance. And don’t just say stuff like that so casually!”
“Huh?” He blinked at her, genuinely confused. “But it’s true. Come on, Lucy, you can let go.”
She grumbled under her breath, but eventually pried herself away from the wall one hand at a time, wobbling unsteadily but able to keep her balance for the most part. She attempted to push off gently, gliding forward two feet at a time.
“There you go, see? You’re a natural,” Atsushi praised, grinning, skating along beside her. It was true he was able to pick up ice skating fairly quickly thanks to his inner catlike qualities, but he thought Lucy was picking up relatively quickly in her own right, too.
“This is ridiculous,” she grumbled. “I look like a child.”
“Everyone has a first time on the ice, you know. It’s no problem. No one’s looking at you weird or anything.”
Lucy turned her head to glance around and confirm what he was saying, but the instant she did so her balance was lost, and she began to flail. Atsushi rushed forward to help her just as he promised, making sure she didn’t fall, but in her attempt to steady herself she grabbed onto the nearest thing – which happened to be the weretiger’s hips.
Had he reacted any differently, she’d have been mortified at herself. But the way he squeaked and giggled while never letting go of her only made her blink at him in surprise.
“Atsushi?” she asked. “What was that?”
“N-Nothing,” he murmured, gently guiding her hands back to the wall instead of his waist. “I’m just kind of ticklish there. You surprised me.”
Lucy stared at him, then gave him a playful smirk. “Ooh, ticklish, huh?”
Atsushi whimpered, but it was no use. She reached for him again, this time holding his waist while tickling his ribs, and he squealed with giggles again, attempting to back up but taking her with him thanks to her grip on him, and soon they were both too far away from the wall to fall back on it if need be. Others skated by them with knowing looks in their eyes, but Atsushi could only giggle and squirm in her arms.
“Luhuhuhuhucy!” he whined. “Plehehehehehease!”
“What’s the matter?” she teased back, far too pleased with herself. “Don’t cats like getting their bellies rubbed?”
He’d have argued that he was a tiger, not a cat, but he was too wrapped up in his own laughter to manage it. What had started as an ice skating lesson for Lucy quickly turned into a giggly, tickly dance on the ice for both of them.
He couldn’t quite bring himself to say he didn’t enjoy it.
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