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kanene-yaaay · 1 year

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Childish Fights and Loud Laughter

Kanene’s notes: For some reason I am going back to my old fandoms? dfghyygtfdf anyway I re-watched atla once again last month and finally got some time and energy to write a tickle fic for it! Yesh!!!!

Warnings: Zuko’s general grumpiness, but only that. Switch!Zuko and Switch!Aang. I have no idea when that happens but it’s before the Sozin’s Comet. Around 3500 words.

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Aang was staring at him.

Not that being stared at was something new in his life. Zuko grew rather accustomed to it, being the first heir of the Firelord and having a gigantic scar that covers half of your face usually made you the most interesting person in a crowd.

Still, it didn't mean that Zuko had to like it. Actually, he didn’t even understand why Aang was paying such a close attention to him now. After months of being friends, he should already be used to Zuko's presence in their group. Was he having second thoughts about accepting him as his teacher? Why? Was it because of the mistake in their morning training?

It wasn’t even a gigantic thing. Aang just got a way too light hit in his side that made him lose his concentration of his firebending and flinch away from the strange, electric sensation on his side.

(If that told him something about Aang's improvement or about Zuko's own lack of skills it was unclear.)

In the end, the reason for the staring didn't matter. It wouldn't be the first time Zuko would lose everything for a single mistake. He just needed to prove to the Avatar that he was still a worthy ally and teacher.

He got up.

"Break's time is over. Come on, let's spar and then run through your katas again. From first to tenth."

As always, the authority in his voice made Aang immediately jump to his feet, although no more moves were made to follow the instructions, the boy was still watching him for something.

"What!" He bristled.

"Did you injure your side?"

"With your weak hit? You just got me off guard, that is all." Zuko readied himself in an offensive stance, beginning his attack. "Let's see if you can do it again, and no more holding back your punches. You won't have this mercy when it comes to the Firelord."

"I know, I know." But instead of the defeated look that always took over the younger's face every time he mentioned his father, Aang's expression quickly bounced back to a curious expression, dodging from his flames and attacks with fluid moves (it was both weird and interesting to see how much fo the other elements affected his actions even when he wasn't using his bending).

"Are you sure you're not injured, though? You did jump pretty high back there."

Zuko felt like there was something hidden in the other’s voice. A kind of light reflected in his eyes, a different way that he seemed not worried at all in trying to fight back, an extra bounce in his step.

And for some reason, now the Avatar keeps smiling at him. Which, when the subject was about how he possibly was or not injured, didn't make Zuko very confident about his safety.

"I am not hurt." Irritation began filling his words. "Take this seriously! Fight back!"

"I will! I will! I am just curious, why did you jump away?"

"For no reason! It doesn't matter."

"No one squeals and jumps away for no reason." Was he getting closer?

"I did not squeal!" Zuko widened his stance and with a circling gesture, moved his arms until his palms were facing the ground, ceasing the fire attacks before adjusting himself to a standing position. "And if you rather keep mocking me than really focusing on your training, then I suppose that you can continue mastering your firebending alone."

He turned away, feeling strangely out of place, before fast steps put Aang right in front of him, arms in a placating gesture and his expression full of alarm and a bit of regret.

"No, wait! I wasn't mocking you, I swear." Aang then took a respectful stance and bowed, with his thumb poking out from his closed fist resting on his open palm. "Please don’t give up from me yet, Sifu Ho-" at Zuko's glare, he bit back the 'hotman'. "Uhhhhh, Sifu Zuko."

The older one took a deep breath, wondering if his uncle also felt the same feeling of old all the times Zuko kept pushing his proper training off to complain about capturing the Avatar and restoring his honor.

Life really comes to a full cycle, doesn't it?

He bowed, as well, mirroring Aang's gesture and respect, letting his usual irritation wash away, a common pinch of guilt that always came when he let his angry outbursts control his decisions appearing once again.

His point still stands, though.

"Alright." His tune was tough, but not unkind, a soft kind of relaxation taking over his gestures. He should at least try to have the same patience as his uncle. "Let's try again. Firs-"

"I am just really curious!" Aang cut him, basically bouncing on the same place, his energetic big smile back to his face now that the misunderstanding had been cleared. "If you're not injured, does that mean you're ticklish?"

For some reason, Aang seemed about to launch himself straight to the sky with how much he was beaming. In a blink, Zuko remembered old memories of his and his mother's laughter, of Lu Ten's surprise attacks and Mai's playful touches before he threw everything away to fulfill his own destiny.

And, in another bewildered blink, abruptly, Aang's smile and actions made complete sense. Zuko looked at him with wide eyes.

"I-"

Before the prince could answer, however, the avatar jumped at him, not wasting a single second as he locked on his sides with a horrible scribbling that made he feel like there was thousands of feathers teasing his sensitive torso, following his body even when the surprise attack made him fall on his back, holding his reactions with all his will power.

"I knew it. You are!" The scribbling quickly evolved to a series of light pinches and squeezes that almost made him jump away as they traveled too much close to his stomach, giggles beginning to bubble in his throat. "I can't believe you never told us about it before!"

"W-why-" He bit back a squeal, refusing to fall for such childish play. "Why would I snkr e-ever tell you tha-ah!"

Aang beamed even more at the muffled yelp that came when he experimentally scratched at his belly, deciding that it was a perfect place to dance and wiggle his fingers freely.

"Because it is fun! And it would be nice to see your smile. I don't think we ever heard you truly laugh since you joined the group!"

"I don't need to laugh." He gritted through his firmly pressed lips, turning his face away, feeling his features getting hot at the hopeful and bright expression from Aang at the giddiness slipping through the tears in his barriers. "We need to t-t-train. Don't!"

Zuko maybe, if he wasn’t totally concentrated in not dying because anywhere - absolutely any other place - would be better than that spot, would definitely feel mortified by the honest to Agni high pitched plea that fled from his mouth when the other poked his bellybutton curiously.

Aang smiled even wider, somehow.

"You also have a ticklish bellybutton?" He poked the tickle spot again and again, giggling in delight when Zuko wiggled from one side to another with even the slightest hint of a touch. "Just like Sokka! He would go totally crazy when we tickled his belly. Katara even had this secret technique she did when..." Suddenly, he stopped.

Zuko could see the exact moment the Avatar got an evil idea.

"No.” Aang didn’t move. “Don’t you even think about it!"

He tried to roll away, legs too weak to help him in a chase. Nevertheless, the other's playful hands followed him, pulling him back and straddling his waist so he could rest his index fingers and thumbs at each side of his bellybutton, making Zuko take a wobbly gulp of oxygen.

"Aang-" He tried to push the hands away but the Avatar was as immovable as a rock, grinning at him a tad manically. "Aang, I am g-going to make you do so many katas you will keep doing them in your sleep! Don't you dare!"

The Avatar, the bridge between the spiritual world, the one responsible to bring peace and balance to the four nations, the only one in the world able to master all the elements, the agent of evil snickered and did, in fact, dare.

For Zuko's complete mortification and immediate defeat, he began squeezing.

It was horrible. It was unbearable. Each squeeze made his entire body spasm with the sheer force of keeping his laughter inside, face growing more and more red as the tickling just did not stop.

That was when Aang's voice cut through air.

"Hey, actually, this gives me an idea! Wanna see a cool trick?" Zuko shook his head and Aang laughed. "Okay, I will show you anyway! It goes like this: 'Hello, I'm Mister Bellybutton and I am supeeeeeer ticklish!"

He was squeezing said tickle spot as if it was a mouth, pretending it was speaking and even making a goofy voice for it as if they were both tiny kids and not the future firelord and the one destined to end a one hundred year war, full of responsibilities and posture to uphold and Zuko…

"Squish! Squish, squish, squish, squishsquishsquishsquish-"

Zuko exploded in a loud, boisterous laughter.

"S-SHUHUHUHUT AHAHAHAHAHAP!"

Whether it was for the sheer absurdity of it all, the awful and playful impersonation of a silly voice or the tickly shocks that filled all his nerves and senses he couldn't say. Actually, other than becoming a mess of laughter and sounds that were supposed to be words but were too lost in crackles to be understood, he wasn’t able to say much.

"Oh my god!!! Zuko, this is your laughter?! It's so nice! I can't believe we never tried to tickle you before!"

Zuko realized that he couldn’t do anything to stop the unfair tickle attack on his stomach, especially when Aang focused on using his other fingers to prod the sensitive skin and buzz on it, pulling a series of startled snorts that made the prince immediately hide his flaming face on his hands.

"Noooo, come on, not fair! You can't hide your smile, that is against the rules!"

"THEHEHEHERE'S NO RUHULES!"

"Of course there it is! Every tickle fight has rules. Like: no hiding your smile, no covering your face, and especially…"

The younger relented his attack giggling together with the other's remnant and uncontrollable titters as Zuko tried to recompose himself, feeling yet still a bit dazed with the sudden joy and adrenaline that were still running in his veins.

Wait. Why was it so quiet? Aang was saying something, wasn't he?

"Never leave a tickle spot unprotected unless you want it to be tickled!"

Suddenly fingers began kneading his ribs and Zuko's arms shot down in a too late attempt to protect them, a loud yelp announcing the comeback of an unstoppable mix of fast, airy giggles and eventual squeaks that didn’t wait to mingle in such a rare and beautiful melody.

"Here is it!" Zuko wasn't sure how, but he could swear that Aang somehow got more than two hands, because in a blink the wiggling fingers that were prodding and drawing circles on his ribcage were not only assaulting his neck and ears with a skillful spidering scratches and nimbly scribbling but also, even before he could lift his arms and try to pry them from there before another high pitched chortle came out of his mouth, were worming and digging awfully on his armpits, obliging him to clue his arms to his sides once more and starting the whole cycle started again and again.

No spot was left without a proper, tickly and tingly attention. Every squeeze on his knees, scratch on his soles, kneading on his sides and light tapping on his palms (how did he even discover about his palms-) pulled all sorts of loud crackles, bubbly giggles, bouncy titters, wobbly squirms, tired kicks and a boisterous belly laughter that left him without energy, a "stop" ready in the tip of his tongue when the younger decided that it was enough and relented the energetic tickle attack.

The prince of the Fire Nation turned around, still giggling, still blushing and still feeling the ghost feeling of dancing fingers buzzing right under his skin, leaving a permanent giant smile on his face.

He wiped the few tears that accumulated on the corner of his eyes, taking deep breaths and trying to not get embarrassed by the couple of giggles that continued to fill the air.

"See, I told you it was fun!" Aang snickered. "I didn't expect you to be so ticklish, though. You're almost as bad as meEEK!"

With a swift roll and quick reflexes Zuko jumped and pushed - not necessarily gently but also not with all his strength - the Avatar down, pinning his arms upwards with a hand.

Wide grey eyes stared at him, a drop of alarm on them.

"Uhhhh, Zuko, you're not really angry are you? It’s just that you never said to stop and-"

Zuko lifted his hand and with a gasp, the other cut his babbling.

He began wiggling his fingers.

"Almost as bad as you, you say?"

"Waitwaitwait!" Aang kicked and laughed joyfully, suddenly free of any drop of fear in his gaze as he wiggled like a madman on his hold, trying with all his might to put as much distance as he could from the offending silly fingers.

Seeing the older one loosening up was rare, but to see him loosen up, smile and be playful on the same day? Aang felt like he was the luckiest person in the world. He couldn’t wait to tell everyone else about how nice Zuko's laughter is.

I mean, if he survived the payback. Aang tried to lightly pull his arms back, but the grip was firm. He watched with trepidation the hand that was getting closer and closer to his sides, sucking his belly as much as he could.

Golden and gray eyes found each other for a moment.

Zuko stopped, his tiny smirk being overthrown by a frown and Aang felt his arms being freed.

The butterflies in his belly stopped batting their wings and the smile on his face fell. He tried to not feel too disappointed.

They would eventually get Zuko to participate in more of their shenanigans. One day. When he was ready. Even if today wasn't the day, he still got him to laugh.

An unbearable light feeling on his palm made the shorter yelp and jump away, one of his wrists being held back before he could pull it to his chest.

Golden and gray found each other again. Zuko smiled triumphantly.

"I knew it." He said, and Aang watched with a giddy feeling as blunt nails began scribbling on his palm, following the lines of his hands, drawing on the tip of fingers, contouring and spiraling across the entire sensitive skin to his wrists. Soon enough, his airy, fast and giggly snickers were filling the space, amidst his wiggles and half-heartedly attempts to pull his arm away. "I was wondering how did you discovered about my hands. It's because yours are sensitive as well."

"Yehehehes!" An 'eee' sound stretched the word and he snorted, kicking and squirming more, his other hand flapping non stop in an attempt to free himself of all the energy running in his veins. "Ihihihi realized that when I stahaharted to bend firehehe. It makes them so ticklihihish!"

"Must be rough for you."

"Hehey! But yours are ahahahalso tick- no!"

Not minding the other's protest, Zuko lifted the captured arm and attacked the unprotected armpit, being careful to tase and drum his fingers in every available inch of skin, feeling extremely smug at the shriek he got from the Avatar with the drastic change from such a soft to more playful tickle attack, his squirming getting so strong that he pushed himself back to a sitting position.

"BWAHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THERE!"

Zuko remembered something Lu Ten used to do with him all the time. It was childish and silly and not at all fitting for the future Firelord, but it used to drive Zuko over the palace’s walls all the time, and if Aang had at least half of his reaction…

He was just really glad that they went to train in a far area alone.

"What? Not here?" He made sure to focus on the weakest spot of the pit, poking and digging there for a good measure. "Not right here? Are you sure?"

"YESYESYES! IHIHIT'S TOHOHOHO BAHAHAD!"

"OK then." The tickling came to a stop.

Aang continued to laugh softly at the attack, his smile big and wobbly and eyes shining with excitement. "Wohohow, you're ruthless."

Zuko merely hummed in reply, watching him for the exact moment where he would relax and lower his guard…

Now.

"Hm, I changed my mind." He went right back at the merciless attack.

"SIFU HOHOHOHOTMAN, NOHOHO!"

"And stop calling me that! Do you like being tickled, by chance? Becoming a mess of laughter and squeals?"

"Yehehehehes!"

Zuko blinked, the tickling faltering for a bit and fishing a mess of tittering and soft squealing before resuming his quicker pace. "Really?….Why?"

"Ihihihit's fun!" Aang squealed and arched his back when Zuko got bored and decided to worm his fingers to his back ribs, spidering and stretching on the space in between each bone. For a piece of moment nothing but laughter filled his mind, thoughts and senses and all Aang could do was squeal until his mind got a bit clearer.

"You like it too!"

The shout that came out from the prince's lips was a mix of embarrassment and surprise. "I do not!"

"Do too!"

"Shut it!" The playful glint on the other's eyes only got stronger at the color flooding once again Zuko's cheeks. He grumbled in a grump protest. "If you can still tease me then I am not doing a good job. You must have a death spot somewhere, don't you?" He held the boy by his shoulder, starting to wiggle and prod his back in a search.

It was a good thing that his hand was still keeping the boy still because as soon as the sentence came out from his mouth the other began wiggling like his life was on the line.

"Wait, wait, Zuko! Not there! You can tickle my hands again or even my sides, they're pretty bad, but, wait!"

"Is your back really that ticklish or-" Zuko's teasing was cut when he pressed the highest space in between his shoulderblades (being very careful to not accidentally touch the scar) and, after a loud shout, an extremely low belly laughter filled the air.

"NOHOHOHO!"

He stopped. Aang stopped, hands flying to hide his mouth.

"That was you?"

"No, of course not!" With a muffled voice the Avatar tried to wiggle away from the touch, only the tip of his smile appearing behind his palm. "What was what? I didn't hear a thing. Ah! It’s getting so late, I think that Katara is calling meeEEEHEHEHE!"

Zuko pressed once again at the middle of his shoulder blades, thumb incessantly tasering on the same spot as he watched with drops of surprise and amusement as the youngest usual higher voice became much lower and stronger, his guffaws making his entire torso beam with the force of the laughter.

"Your voice gets rougher when someone tickles your back?" Poke, poke, poke, prod, tase, tase. "How does that even work?"

"NOHOHOHO! LEHEHEHEHEHEAVE THAT SPOT ALOHOHONE, PLEHEHEHEASE!"

Seeing that the boy seemed unable to stop bouncing in the same place with the sheer amount of ticklishness and energy running across his entire torso, Zuko decided to listen to him, stopping his tickles and eyeing his lower back with curiosity.

If just that tiny spot on his shoulder blades were so bad he wondered if his spine…

With an only one index finger, the older one ran the tip of the finger across Aang's spine.

He got exactly to the middle of it before the airbender shot straight to the sky with a high pitched, ear splitting squeal.

Zuko quickly jumped to a standing position, wide eyes searching the sky until his gaze finally found the hope of the world, the bridge between the material and the spiritual world, clutching his belly and historically giggling while kicking the air just like a kid in a tantrum, floating from a side to another, way too lost in ghost tickles and tittering snorts to control his airbending and stop spinning in the air with each laugh.

The future firelord sighed, ignoring how fond he felt for being the one responsible in making the smaller look as happy as this.

He forced his face to go back to his usual scowl, even if a playful, silly kind of feeling softened most of it and even when the entire gang already knew how to see right through it.

"Your training is not over yet, stop fooling around and come back! You still have to do katas until sunset."

Aang's remanent joyful laugh rang like a bell across the air. Somehow, Zuko felt like they wouldn’t do a lot of training today.

#I am once again looking at the prince of the darkness and the ray of sunshine and being obsessed w their friendship #you can pry a giggly silly Aang from my dead cold hands. that bean deserves so muchtickles fr <3 #Switch!Aang #Switch!Zuko #Ticklish!Zuko #Ticklish!Aang #atla tickles #atla tickling #Kanene's fic #Kanene's fanfic #Me: *uses 'airy' to describe Aang's laughter* I am the master of puns. I am unstoppable. I am silliest silly to ever silly #Also for a moment I was too worried I wrote the beginning too much dramatic then I remembered it was Zuko so that is fine #kjhgtfrfghjkjhgf #T H E M <3 <3 <3 #Zuko: this is childish >:( // Aang: We ARE children >:)

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arthursknight · 2 years

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thinking about the ealdor episode again and how uther explicitly states that any of camelot's men being seen in ealdor fighting against kanen would instigate a whole ass war

and the crown prince, camelot's main boy, is like "oh bet?"

#arthur pendragon #merlin #bbc merlin #merthur #two sides of the same coin #the moment of truth #aka the ealdor episode

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fluffyskies · 2 years

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Hey may you please do lida being tickled by bakuguo and kirishima since they found out that lida ticklish

Umm I’m gonna assume this is what they wanted? 😅 but then again I’m not sure. Anyway you may recognize this scene I drew a while back from another who requested this (also I believe it was for the wonderful @kanene-yaaay ! btw you should check their blog uwu), yes I’m well aware I made this already but this is a redraw plus I actually made the other two so they aren’t just floating hands lol. Hope you like!

#My hero academia #Mha #Lee Iida #Ticklish Iida #Ler Kirishima #Ler Bakugou #Tickling #Fanart #Skye’s art #Skye posts #Redraw #Have a nice night :D

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kisstheassassins · 3 years

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Hi there😊May I request a HC with Connor and SO who is an assassin in The Tyranny of King, but in this SO doesn't remember him when he finds her in the same prison as Kanen'tó:kon hanging by her wrists being tortured by a bluecoat(similar to what happened to Leliana in DA Inquisition). Also she would the same person he originally knew, but cold & kind of emotionless. Not to mention she wouldn't trust him either. Lol sorry that got dark, but thank you for taking the time to read this!

I hope this is to your liking 😊

Also im using (p/n) as your preferred pronouns.

The two men had finally been liberated from the prison they were held in, but Kanen had one last thing to do here before he could finally leave.

There they were at a four-way cross section of the jail, with Kanen looking around at each hallway as if he were trying to remember something.

"What is it?" Ratonhnhaké:ton asked his friend; his hand was pulling on Kanen's arm to make him hurry, but he pulled away.

"We cannot leave yet," the other man says, running down one of the halls. If Connor hadn't trusted his friend he would have gone the other way, but he follows close behind.

They find themselves at a closed door, and behind it a voice can be heard. It's cold and harsh, and upon creaking the door open Kanen realizes its not just one person, but two. You hang by your wrists from the ceiling by chains, feet barely hitting the floor as you gasp for each breath.

"I know that there were more of you," the guard says harshly. He has some sort of blunt weapon in his hand to strike you when he thinks you're either lying, or doesn't like the answer you give him. Your face is bloodied and bruised.

"Beat me all you want," you growl, "I'm not saying a damn thing. You and your false King can rot in hell."

Your voice rang through Ratonhnhaké:tons ears like a cannon firing just beside him. His breath quickens as he and Kanen rush in just before the guard strikes you, startling him.

However, before they can reach him your legs wrap around his neck tightly, using your chains to lift you up and choke the man with your limbs. You apply more pressure with each passing minute, and eventually jerk your hips sideways to result the sound of his neck snapping. His body slumps to the floor, as well as your legs. You're exhausted.

Kanen moves the dead body to the side and searches for the key while Ratonhnhaké:ton looks you over. He's still trying to process that he even found you, let alone in this prison. And the state of you; it made him sick to see you so beaten. He always promised to protect you and to prevent this type of thing.

"Took your bloody time," you say, an exasperated smile gracing your lips. Kanen unlocks the braces one by one, and Ratonhnhaké:ton helps you stand when each hand is free. You can't help but fall to the floor, and he helps you down gently. Kanen kneels on the other side of you.

"I don't particularly enjoy leaving my friends behind," he says. You rub your wrists and wince at the pain; no doubt these bruises would be here a while.

Your eyes meet the other man's, suspicion building up the more he stares. His eyes are soft and his mouth is partially open like he wants to say something.

"Friend of yours?" you ask, looking up at Kanen. He nods.

"More like a brother. This is Ratonhnhaké:ton."

You both lock eyes again, and a sense if warmth and familiarity fill your chest. It confuses you; you know you have never met this man in your life, so why are you so..... fuzzy?

You nod at him in greeting.

"(Y/n)," you say, and even though he knows it, he smiles to you anyway.

Kanen and Ratonhnhaké:ton help you stand up and keep you close to support your legs, as it was somewhat difficult to walk after the beatings you received.

"Go on ahead," Ratonhnhaké:ton says, "I'll help (p/n)."

With just you two now following a ways behind Kanen, Connor has a close grip on you and you can't help but notice how closely he watches you. You don't have to look to know, but you can feel his eyes on you.

You try to break the wall with small talk.

"Thanks for doing this," you say, "uh.... " A laugh escapes you. "Sorry, I don't know how to say your name."

He knew it was coming, but he played a long.

"What would you like to call me then?" he asks softly. Your eyes meet his once again and you chuckle.

"My mentor," you begin, "he had a son. Died when he was only six." A pause. "Is Connor okay?"

The man smiles and nods, fixing his grip on your back. You fall in closer to him as your legs are still weak.

"It's perfect," he chuckles, but you weren't able to feel how his heart ached and yearned for you at that moment. "How about we get out of here, hm?"

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Benjamin Franklin had been attending to your wounds on your hands and wrists, while the other two who saved you leaned over a table discussing their next move for the revolution over Washington. You can't help but stare at Connor and wonder why he felt so familiar to you, but you never met the man.

"Something bothering you, (y/n)? " Ben asks. You keep your eyes focused.

"How come I've never met Connor," you say. Your friend looks to where you are looking.

"You mean Ratonhnhaké:ton?"

Your eyes glance to Ben and then back.

"We settled on Connor since I can't pronounce his name," you say.

Ben finishes up wrapping the bandages around the cut on your palm, watching you wince as he tucks the fabric in.

"Well," he begins, "I don't think Kanen'tó:kon expected to find his friend here in the midst of all this. He went to war with Washington even before Ratonhnhaké:ton and his mother did."

You sit up off the table and pulls your sleeves down over your bandages.

"Do you trust him?"

"He's been very helpful so far," he states, "in fact, I believe he's done more for us in the past week than we have in a month. I dont think you have anything to worry about."

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A brief war table meeting later, and everyone has departed to complete their duty for the day, leaving you to rest and Connor to go over what he had missed over the past few weeks. You find yourself beside him staring at the wall of photos and drawings that you and your colleagues had collected for evidence and tracking. Connor stares up at Washington, eyes malice and eager to find the man.

"You seem to have a personal vendetta with him," you say, more so than we do."

Connor looks to you and then back at the wall, exhaling sharply.

"He has done a lot of harm and damage to my people, as well as the rest of the world. My home was burned, my people enslaved."

He stops a moment to collect himself and take a deep breath, almost preparing himself for what he had to say next.

"He... murdered my mother. My father."

You swallow the lump in your throat; people were lucky enough to survive Washington's wrath, let alone escape it. A majority of those here weren't so lucky.

"I'm sorry," you say softly.

A few moments pass and you can't help but stare at him, that feeling familiarity hitting you dead in the chest again. Your palms are sweaty too, you notice, and you're chewing the inside of your cheek. Connor glances your way and turns his head when he sees you.

"What?" he says. You exhale sharply.

"Are you sure we haven't met before?" He shakes his head. "I feel like I've seen you before and its driving me mad."

Connor shifts in his spot, thinning his lips and staring at you, waiting, as if he wanted to speak. But he doesn't. Instead he watches you get closer.

"I don't normally trust people so easily," you say, "but seeing Kanen being so open and close to you, I feel like I can too. Don't take me the wrong way Connor, but you feel real familiar to me and I don't know why."

He smiles sheepishly, memories if you flooding his mind back in.... his original world. All of this surely had to be a nightmare.

"Perhaps we should work together," he begins, "see where this goes from here."

You smile at him and he does the same for you, making you chuckle. You pat his arm and make way upstairs; he is in close pursuit.

He prayed to his ancestors nothing happened to you after this.

#ask #answer #ac #assassins creed #connor kenway #connor #ac3 #connor kenway x reader #drabble #assassins creed x reader

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cc-0420 · 3 years

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since mena massoud has been cast as live-action ezra, here’s a skybridger aladdin au

imperial prince!luke, street rat!ezra

vader is the king, getting manipulated by his counselor palpatine

maul works for palpatine (like iago) and does the dirty work. palpatine discovers there is a holocron that can grant wishes to its user, so he sends maul after it. the issue is that only a untrained jedi can get to it (luke doesn’t count cause he’s getting trained by vader).

luke decides he wants to sneak out and see the galaxy, but gets lost in the corusant market trying to help feed a kid. ezra (and chopper) comes out and helps him by indirectly using the force

they bond over feeling trapped by class system/parents (?) and the ability to use the force

“the force?” ezra inquires. “yeah, like this” as luke shows him how to make the fruit float

suddenly stormtroopers come to arrest ezra under order of palpatine and luke reveals himself

luke confronts palpatine who tells him he’s been executed as a known force user

ezra, meanwhile, contemplates his discussion with luke in his cell, where his cellmate (maul) tells him about the treasure and helps him escape

the cave is guarded by bendu, who says to touch nothing but the holocron

chopper, as the war criminal he is, touches another shiny treasure, just as ezra is able to reach the holocron. as everything collapses around them, ezra pretends to give maul the holocron and a magic ship (the ghost) helps them get to safety as they are about to get crushed

ezra then uses the force to open the holocron, in which 4 souls were trapped at the beginning of the war by a different force user

as per the agreement of getting to hide in the holocron, the souls had to grant the user wishes. one for each member as the forth grants them

they introduce themselves to ezra as hera, sabine, zeb, and the wish granter, kanan

kanan tells him the limitations of the force, and ezra begins talking about, what’s the point of having them if he can’t even get out of the cave. this angers zeb and tells kanen to get them out of there. knowing what ezra was doing, he still lets them out anyway

once they’re out, sabine explains how they’re trapped in the holocron until the empire is defeated. ezra promises that his last wish will be to end the empire cause he doesn’t like it anyway

he asks hera for his first wish is to become a moff/governor/prince so he can marry luke

he’s quick to win over the citizens, and even vader as they talk about ships

meanwhile, luke hates the idea that palpatine and vader has to pick his lover

ezra is able to win her over by showing her the galaxy by riding the ghost

(hera is his wingman, giving ezra the best flirting advice)

luke is able to trick ezra into telling him he’s the boy from the market by mentioning chopper

unlike aladdin, he actually tells luke the truth and he keeps it

then, maul and the stormtroopers abduct ezra after their flight and throw him into space

as he goes unconscious, zeb comes out of the holocron and helps him out as his second wish cause the kid was growing on him

vader then announces to luke that maul will marry him

then ezra comes in and accuses him of trying to kill him (he is sent for execution), while discovers palpatine is manipulating vader

palpatine manages to escape

meanwhile, ghost crew is trying to guilt ezra into ending the empire now that he got luke

palpatine then steals the holocron from him and asks his first wish from sabine to remove vader’s power and give it to him

his second wish from zeb is to be able to do anything with the force, therefore, he basically makes luke and vader as his slaves and send ezra to the unknown regions in the galaxy

the ghost was able to travel and retrieve ezra and bring him back to the palace

luke is able to distract palpatine by saying he will join to the dark side

ezra ends up getting caught which results in luke getting locked up and palpatine transforming to his ultimate power as sidious

ezra then mentions that the most powerful being is the beings in the holocron. therefore, palpatine’s final wish from hera is to be a genie

this then traps palpatine in a holocron to prevent him from doing anything else

ezra frees luke who still loves him, in which anakin allows them to get married

ezra then wishes the empire to end and the ghost crew to be their own people again

kanan then offers ezra a place amongst them as they travel the stars again, but he ends up staying with luke to help rebuild the galaxy

if you like this, should i make a tangled au?

#star wars #sw #the clone wars #darth maul #maul #ezra x luke #luke x ezra #luke skywalker #ezra bridger #skybridger #ghost crew #star wars rebels #sabine wren #hera syndulla #palpatine #chopper #kanan jarrus #vader #darth vader

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merlin in 1.11 (part 1/?)

Okay. I’ve said this in meta before, but now that I’ve got a visual aid, I want to make this absolutely clear - this episode canonically takes place immediately after 1.10.

I’m not saying this in the sense of “these episodes come one after the other in season 1” - I mean that in the actual timeline of the show, 1.11 takes place immediately after 1.10. Both episodes take place during the harvest, which is roughly confined to the month of August. And the fact that Camelot is only just getting started with their work in 1.11 (as evidenced by their near-empty grain stores) while Ealdor’s harvest has obviously already begun in 1.10 (otherwise there would have been nothing for Kanen to steal) means that we’re not seeing opposite ends of the month - the harvest starts at the same basic time for everyone, with perhaps a delay in case of poor weather (or magical blight, in Camelot’s case).

1.10 and 1.11 take place directly back-to-back. At the time of the scene above, Merlin, Arthur, Gwen, and Morgana have been back in Camelot for days. Maybe a week, if Camelot was having really crappy weather while the four of them were in Ealdor, but that’s about as much wiggle room as there is.

I think it’s important to recognize this fact, if we’re going to fully understand everything that’s happening in this episode. Merlin’s simmering frustration throughout 1.11 is about more than just the death of the unicorn/Arthur’s refusal to accept responsibility for the curse. There is more of an explanation for why Merlin’s patience is so low, for why he’s being snappier and less willing to respond to teasing/harassment with his usual playful equanimity. There is more of a reason for why he’s getting lost and distracted staring out of windows.

Merlin has been back in Camelot for mere days. He’s a mess.

He’s a guilt-ridden, grieving disaster. He’s more miserable than he’s ever been in his life. He’s using up every ounce of his energy just pretending to be semi-functional, and he’s doing it all in secret, because the situation surrounding him is, to put it bluntly, what we see above:

You cannot trust a single word a sorcerer says. You’d do well to remember that.

The audacity. After what just happened. Look at Merlin’s face.

But of course Merlin can’t respond. He has to swallow it down. He has to let Arthur ride roughshod over how much he is hurting; Arthur, who is alive, Arthur, who isn’t even grateful for that fact, Arthur, who received a gift he wasn’t owed and who doesn’t care that it cost half of Merlin’s world.

There are so many places in this episode where Merlin is angry or snappy or giving Arthur death glares in situations where he always would have laughed things off, in an earlier episode. He talks back when Arthur refuses to see sense, and not in their fun, bantering way - his tone is sharp, frustrated. He tries to go back to hiding in his window nook and is audibly, visibly irritated when Arthur calls him over to look at the nibbled boot. When Arthur keeps insulting Merlin about not catching the rat that did the nibbling, Merlin uses magic to kill it and feeds it to Arthur for supper. He isn’t interested in playing, not in this episode. He has no energy for putting up with Arthur’s nonsense. His mind is already operating at 100% capacity just trying to hold himself together and hide his grief from everyone else, and he has no room for anything else.

Merlin is in tremendous amounts of pain here. I know people don’t think that there are repercussions to Will’s death, but I’ve never really felt that to be the case. It’s an event that isn’t addressed as directly as we see with Freya or Balinor or Lancelot, definitely - there’s not even an indication that Merlin ever tells Gaius what happened, and while that obviously doesn’t mean he couldn’t have done it offscreen somewhere, I honestly think it’s completely plausible that Merlin never talked about this to anyone. I think there are legitimate reasons why we never hear Merlin mention it again. I think the guilt he feels about this is so complicated and overwhelming that it’s hard for him to even think about it in his own head, never mind discuss it with someone else. I think he locks it away as deep as he can, because it hurts him so much. And I think it’s impossible for Merlin to explain Will to anyone, anyway - what Will did for him has to stay concealed, and the real significance of their friendship can’t be disclosed, not while Merlin’s magic is still a secret. No one is ever going to be able to understand.

But that doesn’t mean the repercussions aren’t still there. We can see the change that comes over Merlin in the last quarter of S1. The attitude shift is palpable. The timeline for 1.11, in particular, is clear. Merlin’s reaction to Arthur’s trademark b.s. (see above gifs as one example) is visible. Merlin doesn’t have to name his pain for us to understand that it’s there.

And understanding that it’s there is INTEGRAL to understanding what’s happening in this episode, because this pain is precisely why Merlin is so desperate that Arthur be proven worthy of all the faith Merlin has previously placed in him. Merlin’s faith in the destiny he’s supposed to fulfill for Arthur’s sake is hanging by a thread here. He’s trying to keep himself convinced of the value of his mission, because that’s the only way he can keep going, but doing so is harder than it ever has been before. He is hurting so much. His only friend in the world is dead. What happened in the previous episode, and how Arthur behaved at the end of it - as well as the way Arthur continues to behave now, in relation to both Anhora/the unicorn and Merlin himself - has made it hard for Merlin to answer the question “just what about Arthur makes all this misery worth it?” There’s no way Merlin can reconcile his previous idealized image of Arthur with what Arthur has shown himself to actually be.

And I said it more eloquently in this piece, but ultimately, Anhora’s test isn’t just necessary to restore the universe’s faith in Arthur’s worthiness after the unicorn’s slaughter. It is desperately necessary to restore Merlin’s faith in Arthur, to give Merlin a sliver of hope that yes, there is in fact a reason for him to stick this out a little longer; yes, Arthur does in fact have something truly worthy in him, despite how he’s been treating Merlin lately; yes, this is all going to make a difference for the world in the end. Because when Merlin sees Arthur continuing to blame sorcery for all his problems, and doing everything he can to avoid confronting personal responsibility, all Merlin can hear is his own foolish voice telling Will “I trust Arthur with my life” just days before Will dies protecting Merlin from the very object of Merlin’s misplaced faith - from a man who rewards Will’s sacrifice with a cold “You cannot trust a single word a sorcerer says” - and all Merlin can remember is how Will knew all along that trusting Arthur was a mistake.

#i really cannot stress it enough - the depth of merlin's distress in this episode cannot be calculated #he keeps it so locked down #but there are places where it leaks through #all i can think about when i see him in this episode is how much pain he is in #and how hard he is working to hide it from everyone around him #because it's not an 'appropriate' sentiment to express #not when 'you cannot trust a single word a sorcerer says'#not when 'you know how dangerous sorcery is'#will's death is literally the worst thing that has ever happened to merlin at this point in his life and he is never allowed to grieve #the once and future slowburn #meta #no kings no masters #1.11

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trashyswitch · 3 years

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Day 6: The Supernatural Side

Logan and Virgil come back to the big house they visited prior, and they hang out with the ghosts again.

For @kanene-yaaay

Part 2 of The Naughty Ghosts

Logan and Virgil were sitting on the old couch that was at the old victorian style house, and were enjoying the way the whole room sparkled when the flashlight’s glow hit the glass on the chandelier.

Patton was secretly sitting beside them too, and was enjoying the look too. It looked so shiny...so luminescent...Almost as much as it looked when it was turned on all those years ago…

“Is there any way we can light up this chandelier again? Maybe turn on the power and fix the cords?” Virgil asked Logan.

“It would be risky...But I suppose we could try.” Logan replied. “How long has this chandelier been unlit?” Logan asked.

Patton grabbed the notebook and started writing his answer down. Then, he showed it to Logan:

[A very long time]

“Do you know specifically?” Logan asked. Patton took a moment to write again.

[What year is it?]

Logan looked at Virgil. “It’s...2021.”

Patton looked at the two of them, the paper frozen in place. Then, the paper dropped out of the ghost’s hands and onto the couch.

Logan widened his eyes. “That must’ve been surprise.” Logan reacted.

Patton quickly picked up the notebook and wrote something out. Then, he showed them:

[102 years ago]

Logan widened his eyes. Now it was HIS turn to be surprised! “101 years?! That’s...just before the 1920’s!”

Virgil looked at the notebook. “How...did you die?”

Logan turned to Virgil and frowned at him. “Why would you ask that?”

Virgil put his hands up. “Sorry, I didn’t know it was a bad time…”

Patton showed them the notebook.

[That’s alright. It is not a bad time in any way.]

Logan smiled.

[Have you heard of influenza?]

Virgil read it and widened his eyes. “The flu…”

“Yes, we have both heard of it.” Logan replied.

[It was terrible...no one coughed into their napkins. The influenza spread to us and killed all of us one by one. I was the last person in this house...]

Logan could feel tears welling up in his eyes. It was so sad…

[But, I don’t understand why we became ghosts.]

Logan nodded and smiled a little in sympathy.

“So...you became ghosts in this place…” Logan said. “Did people ever try to buy the house after you?”

Patton started writing again. Then, he showed it to Logan.

[People tried to buy the house. But Roman and Remus scared them off with their antics. They believed the house was haunted. And they believed as well, in all the old evil ghost stories.]

Logan smiled at this. “Where are the kids, by the way?”

Suddenly, a pair of fingers had tazed Virgil’s sides. Virgil yelped and jumped up, holding his sides. “Ow! Who tazed me?!”

Patton’s notebook seemed to have shook a little, implying that Patton might’ve been laughing. On top of that, the hand that held the pencil, was up roughly at Patton’s mouth, covering up the giggles.

Logan giggled as well. “Wow...Come on out.” Logan told them.

In response to that, Logan felt a ticklish sensation on his belly. Logan widened his eyes and doubled over a little as laughter started coming out of him. “Ohohohohoho! Plahahahayihihing lihihike thihihis, huhuhuhuh?” Logan reacted.

Roman started writing something onto Logan’s back.

‘Y-E-S.’

Logan smiled at this and reached out to grab him playfully. “Come here you!”

Roman just sank into the hands, and Logan quickly felt a pair of hands tickling his armpits.

“EEHEhehehahahahahaha! Wahahait WAHAHAIT!” Logan laughed and giggled, holding onto his belly as he laughed.

Patton showed Logan the pad of paper:

[They’re not gonna wait.]

Logan squeaked and jumped off the couch, trying to get away. “Now now now now now, quit that! Get off me! Why are you so interested in me?!” Logan asked.

Patton showed him the notepad again:

[They like you!]

Logan stared at the notepad. “I…”

Logan suddenly squawked and scooted his body backwards with his feet. “STAHAHAP THAHAHAT! OHOHO NOHOHOHOHO!”

Virgil looked at his flailing brother and smiled. “I’m enjoying this very much.”

Patton smiled and showed him the notepad.

[Has your brother always been the tickler?]

Virgil nodded. “Yup…So this is a new experience.”

Logan was laughing and giggling as it looked like his feet were being held down and tickled everywhere. His upper body was stuck in place, and he was flailing his arms around wherever he wanted.

Patton turned to Virgil. [Does he like it?]

Virgil looked at Logan and tilted his head.

Logan had a big smile on his face. He was only laughing, and wasn’t saying anything that would imply that he hated this. Virgil smiled eagerly as he realized that yes! He probably does like tickles!

“He used to like it when he was younger. I know that much. But...It didn’t occur to me that he’d still like it.”

Patton wrote something down and showed him the note on the pad of paper.

[Roman liked being tickled.]

Virgil turned to the invisible children that were tickling Logan with a smile on his face.

“Really now?” Virgil reacted calmly.

[Yes. He always loved it.]

Virgil smiled brightly and watched the three boys play.

Virgil looked at Patton and grabbed the flashlight. “Can I see you by any chance?” Virgil asked.

He shined the flashlight into the direction of Patton, and widened his eyes. Wow! It...There was at least an outline!

Patton giggled and moved around with the pad in his hand. He wrote something down.

[Can you see me?]

Virgil smiled. “A little bit!” Virgil grabbed out his phone, turned on the flash and took a picture. When the picture was taken, Virgil looked at the photo and…

Holy- There was a perfect photo! It was like he was actually there!

“Patton! Look!” Virgil reacted, showing him the phone. Virgil let go of the phone the moment he felt Patton’s hand weight on it, and let him look at the photo.

It was a perfect rendition of what Patton looked like through the flash of the camera.

Patton gave Virgil the phone back and grabbed the pad of paper. He started writing in it again. He showed Virgil:

[I love it!]

Virgil smiled proudly.

Meanwhile, Logan was being given a break from all the tickles. He was a sweaty, giggly mess on the floor, surrounded by two little kids that you couldn’t really see. Patton smiled and looked at the three boys playing together. It was just so cute!

“Hey Logan! I was able to get a picture of Patton!” Virgil told him.

“Wait, really?” Logan asked.

Virgil showed his brother the picture of Patton. Logan smiled and looked at the floating notepad and pen. “You’re so...handsome!”

Patton placed the notepad onto his heart in appreciation. He quickly wrote and showed him a response:

[Thank you!]

Logan smiled and grabbed the notepad and the hand that held it.

If Logan could see him, he would see a big blush showing itself on Patton’s face. And if Logan could see the kids, he would likely see the two of them whispering and giggling between each other about Logan and Patton.

“Well...I suppose we know what you look like now.” Logan said. “Now to get pictures of the kids!”

Suddenly, a bunch of footsteps and fading skidding sounds filled the room. Virgil bursted out laughing at the sounds as he immediately understood what had happened:

Roman and Remus didn’t exactly want their picture taken…

Patton giggled at this and shook his head as he wrote on the notepad. He showed Logan the page:

[They refuse to have their picture-]

Logan gently moved the notepad down. “I know…” Logan told him. “We don’t need to take pictures of them yet if they don’t want to.” Logan told him.

Patton nodded with the notepad and wrote one more thing into it:

[Thank you for understanding.]

“No problem.” Logan replied.

The floating notepad and pen started walking away as little faded sounds filled the room. They sounded like someone was speaking in tongues...but mixed with footsteps.

Logan listened to the sounds and...started to shiver. He didn’t like how mysterious the sound was.

“Alright...And I think this is a good time to leave.” Virgil decided as he ran to the window they arrived in. “You coming Logey?”

Logan smiled, kissed the notepad (Patton) goodbye, and left. “Coming!”

Patton wouldn’t stop thinking about Logan for the rest of the night…

#ghost patton sanders #ghost roman sanders #ghost remus sanders #ghost hunter au #emotional rollercoaster #ticklefic #ler!roman #lee!logan

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years

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Nothing Wrong

Prompt: Writing prompt for Merlin (preferably time passes?): Modern Day everyone try to explain to Arthur how life works now and Arthur trying to get Merlin to therapy because JESUS DUDE and coming up with a somewhat workable alibi for what can essentially be called immortality angst. Hope you're having a lovely day!!

Thanks for the prompt, babe! This is part of a series over on my Ao3 but it can be read as a standalone

Read on Ao3

Pairings: merthur, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2217

So it turns out that Merlin, to no one's surprise but his, could benefit from seeing a therapist.

“Thank you for coming in today, Mr. Emrys,” Dr. Lerchen says as Merlin sits down in the plush chair, “it’s good to meet you.”

“You as well, Dr. Lerchen.”

“Please, Melanie is fine.” Dr. Le—Melanie smiles and fixes her glasses. “I understand that you’ve never been to a therapist before?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“Well, I’m happy to have you. May I ask what you’ve heard about therapy?”

“That it’s something I should definitely do.”

“Well, I make no judgments about that, but what else?”

Merlin hesitates. He’s never had someone who’s…paid to listen to him. Whose job it is to help him sort through the mess in his brain. It feels…counterintuitive.

Melanie nods when he says as much. “You’re not the first person who feels a little awkward asking a therapist for help. Nor are you the first to think you don’t actually need it.”

Merlin blinks. “I didn’t say that.”

“No—“ Melanie gives him a look— “but am I right?”

He fidgets in the chair.

“You don’t have to answer me if you don’t want to,” she says after a moment, “but I want to reassure you that you don’t need to have a reason to see a therapist.”

“I don’t?”

She shrugs. “Some people see me because they’re having issues at work that they’re struggling to manage. Some people see me because they’ve got mental issues they need help with. And some people see me because they’ve never actually had someone to talk to.”

“…really?”

Melanie smiles. “Yes, Mr. Emrys. You don’t have to need therapy to have therapy.”

A weight begins to lift off his shoulders. Judging by Melanie’s smile, she can see it. She sits back in her chair too and tilts her head.

“Is that all this is,” Merlin murmurs, mostly to himself, “is this…therapy?”

“Well, I’m not sure if it’s as easy to tell from the two minutes you’ve been here,” she laughs, “but…yes. I ask questions, and if you like, you answer them. Or we simply talk. About…whatever you’d like.”

“Whatever I like?”

“Believe me, I’ve spent sessions discussing nothing but movies and favorite colors.”

“With children?”

“With adults.” She gestures between them. “I’m here to provide the support you need to work through things. Does that sound alright?”

“…yes,” Merlin breathes, “that sounds…that sounds great.”

“Wonderful. May I ask you a few questions about why you’re here today?”

“Yes.”

“Do you mind if I write them down?”

Merlin shakes his head and she retrieves a notepad.

“In your request for an appointment, you mentioned that you’d been referred to me by a friend of yours?”

“Yes, um, Leon Camlynn.”

“Ah, yes, I see.” She makes a note. “Had you been discussing therapy with him prior to the referral?”

“You should try it, Merlin,” Leon says encouragingly as Arthur sits down on the couch, “it’s just talking.”

“I’ve had experience with therapy before, Leon.”

“Not like this,” Leon promises, his eyes shining with the understanding of what type of ‘therapy’ Merlin’s been put through, “I promise.”

Merlin sighs. “Look, I appreciate the offer, but I’m fine, Leon, I—“

“Merlin,” Arthur interrupts softly, “I think you should try it. Just once, at least.”

He doesn’t blink at Merlin’s look of betrayal.

“Leon says it helps him, and maybe it’ll help you too.”

“There is so much between us already,” Leon says softly, drawing Merlin’s attention again, “so much history—“

“So why would I want to talk to someone that I’d have to explain things to?”

“—that you might not be able to talk about it with us,” Leon finishes, “and you’d only have to explain as much as you were comfortable with.”

Merlin sighs. “I don’t believe you. There’s—I—I can’t—my—hmm.”

“You don’t have to explain everything all the time, Merlin,” Leon says, “and you definitely won’t have to during the first session.”

“I agree,” Melanie says, patiently writing things down, “I’m not here to pressure you into telling me things you’re not comfortable with, nor am I going to tell you what to do.”

“He said that I should get used to talking to someone.” Merlin toys with the end of his shirt. “Someone that wasn’t…him.”

Melanie nods. “How long has it been? Since you spoke to someone other than Leon?”

1500 years. “…a while.”

“And is Leon your closest friend? Do you have anyone else?”

“I know people at work, I talk to them, they drag me out for pub nights. But Leon’s my only…friend-friend, really.”

“I see.” She looks back at the appointment record. “It says here you’re also considering whether or not you have some sort of PTSD?”

Damnit, Leon.

“…yes.”

“You needn’t tell me anything you feel uncomfortable telling me,” Melanie reminds, “but whatever you do tell me will be useful in how I can help you.”

Merlin can’t help glancing at the door.

“Doctor-patient confidentiality,” comes the quiet reassurance, “nothing you say will leave this room.”

He takes a deep, slow breath. He hasn’t talked about this to anyone. Not even Arthur. Not really. There are so many secrets that no one knows that he doesn’t know how to tell one without telling all of them.

“Pick something small,” Melanie suggests when he says as much, “something innocuous. A memory, perhaps, one that makes you happy.”

“Come on, Merlin, this way!”

Merlin rolls his eyes as Arthur drags him through the woods. “Whatever creature you’re hunting is going to hear us coming from yards away, as you’re so fond of telling me.”

“We’re not hunting Merlin, now come on!”

“Then why are we out in the middle of the woods for no reason? And why am I carrying all this food?”

Arthur bursts through the edge of the woods into a clearing, spinning around with a blinding smile. “We’re having a picnic.”

Merlin blanches. “A what?”

“A picnic, Merlin,” Arthur repeats, taking the basket from him, “we’re going to sit down and eat.”

And they did, in the field, as butterflies flew around their heads.

“That sounds lovely,” Melanie says, smiling, “and how long ago was this?”

Merlin’s smile dims. “A long time.”

“Was it near where you grew up?”

“No, no, it was…quite far away. I, um, I grew up in a smaller village and went away to a big city to work.”

“Was it hard, being away from your family for such a long period of time?”

He misses his mother’s smile.

He misses the smell of the barn when he walks outside—not the big, Camelot stables, but their little barn with the cinnamon and cloves stuffed into the corners to keep the old donkey happy.

He misses Will, the shouts and yells of the other boys as they rush up and down the streets.

He misses the old man’s warbling in the late night as he walked back and forth with the lantern, putting out the lights on his market stall.

“I’d never been farther than walking distance away from my home,” he says quietly, examining his hands, “so it was…hard to adjust.”

“I’m sure. Did you go back to visit them ever?”

“The winters are harsh in Ealdor,” his mother says, pleading in front of the tightly Uther Pendragon, “and there are many children. Some of them just won't be strong enough to survive. We barely have enough food as it is, and if Kanen takes our harvest, our children won't live to see another summer. Please, we need your help.”

“Ealdor's in Cenred's kingdom,” Uther says dismissively, “your safety is his responsibility.”

“We've appealed to our King, but he cares little for the outlying regions. You're our only hope.”

Uther regards his mother with what can only be described as forced pity. “I have the deepest sympathy for you and would have this barbarian wiped off the face of the earth.”

“You'll help us?”

“I wish I could.”

Perhaps sensing Merlin’s dismay, Arthur speaks up. “Surely we can spare a few men?”

“…once.”

Melanie tilts her head. “You sound sad.”

“…my friend died when I went back,” Merlin says, “he…I’d known him since I was a little boy. He was…important to me.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” And she does sound genuinely sorry, Merlin realizes, as she leans forward. “What was his name?”

“Will.”

“Will,” she repeats, “I’m sorry he passed.”

Merlin shrugs. Out of all the people he’s lost, he can’t afford to hurt over all of them all the time.

“What did you do afterward?”

“I went back to work.”

Melanie blinks. “Just like that? No time off, no time to grieve?”

“…where I come from, that wasn’t really a thing.”

“…I see.”

Merlin shifts. “Is something wrong?”

“People need time to process things,” she says, “to reconcile what’s happened in order to learn how to live with it. And if you weren’t given that time…”

“It wasn’t the most pressing thing on my mind.”

That gives her pause. She raises an eyebrow and nods for him to continue. Merlin fidgets a little in the chair.

“…I have a secret,” he says finally, “one that Will died to protect for me.”

She makes a soft noise.

“I couldn’t tell anyone,” Merlin continues, staring at a spot on the carpet, “it—they would’ve—“

He breaks off. He hasn’t thought about his magic like this for centuries. He hasn’t thought about his magic for decades. He hasn’t actually looked at himself for…a long time.

He’s been hiding for almost as long as he can remember.

“What would they have done,” Melanie prompts softly.

“Killed me.” Merlin looks up. “They would’ve killed me.”

To her credit, Melanie doesn’t look shocked. Instead, she smiles softly.

“No one will kill you for a secret, Mr. Emrys, not on my watch.”

That shouldn’t make him feel as warm as it does, but he finds his own mouth turning up into a smile.

“Does your family know your secret?”

“My mother did. My father…yes, he knew.”

“Does Leon know?”

“Yes.”

“Anyone else?”

Merlin hesitates. “Yes. Yes, someone else knows. Even though I…I didn’t…I didn’t tell him when I should have.”

“You’re the only one who gets to make that decision,” Melanie reassures, “no one else.”

“But he felt so betrayed when I didn’t tell him. He was…he was angry with me.”

“You’ve lied to me. You’ve lied all this time.”

Merlin can’t quite hear his heart crack in two, but he can feel it.

“Why did you decide to tell him?”

Merlin shrugs. “He was going to get hurt if I didn’t show—if I didn’t tell him.”

“Hurt?”

“He…”

Ygraine, his mother, gone on the day of his birth because of magic.

Uther, turned bitter and cynical, making enemies upon enemies of magic while hoarding it for his own selfish purposes.

Morgana, his own sister, twisted and tortured by Uther, by Arthur, by Merlin, until she was barely recognizable.

Arthur had lost so much to magic that Merlin can’t bear to give him something else to lose.

“…he’s already been hurt by it,” Merlin says, shutting his eyes, “I didn’t want to hurt him too.”

“What happened to him?”

“He—“

Mordred steps out from behind a rock and walks toward Arthur, he raises his sword...

Arthur either hears him or sees his reflection in a sword on the ground. He stands and blocks the attack, he goes to stab and stops, realizing it's Mordred. Mordred stabs him and withdraws the sword, fatally wounding him.

Arthur goes to a knee.

Merlin can’t find the breath to scream.

“Merlin. There is nothing you can do.”

“I’ve failed?

“No, young warlock, for all that you have dreamt of building, has come to pass.”

“I can't lose him! He's my friend!”

“Though no man, no matter how great, can know his destiny, some lives have been foretold, Merlin...Arthur is not just a King-he is the Once and Future King.”

Once and Forever.

“Take heart, for when Albion's need is greatest, Arthur will rise again.”

Merlin. Merlin is all that’s left.

“It has been a privilege to have known you, young warlock-the story we have been a part of will live long in the minds of men.”

1500 years…

“Merlin? Merlin!”

He’s back.

“…he went away. For a very long time.”

“And now?”

Despite everything, Merlin finds himself smiling. “He’s my flatmate.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Melanie says softly, smiling too, “you two deserve your soft epilogue.”

Wait, what?

“I’m afraid that’s all we have the time for today, Mr. Emrys,” Melanie says, standing and holding out her hand for him to shake, “but I’d be happy to set up another appointment.”

“Uh, yeah, yeah,” Merlin says, scrambling to his feet and shaking her hand, “and please, Merlin’s fine.”

“Merlin.” Her handshake is firm, grounding. “Be in touch.”

“I will.”

“And one last thing,” she calls as he goes to leave, “there is nothing wrong with being gay, Merlin.”

Wait, what?

#Merlin #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #arthur pendragon #merthur #merthur fic #fic #dragonbabbles

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ao3feed-dadzawa · 3 years

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Caffeinated Drinks, Black Dots and I Should've Stayed at Home

Caffeinated drinks, black dots and I should've stayed at home by Kanene yaaay

He was so fucking tired.

“Next one!” Loud. So loud. Shinsou obligated his body to step closer, opening his eyes enough to realize that dark spots still painted his vision. Huh. When did he close his eyes, again? “Good morning, little customer! How can I help you today?”

Hitoshi stared at the figure in front of him, senses slow like he was under water, trying to understand the distorted sentences being directed at him, the dots growing and twinkling. Black dots were supposed to be able to do that?

He really - really - should have stayed home.

Words: 2676, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Where they said 'pspsps' at the cat café but instead of cats a bunch of kids appeared (and where properly adopted, of course)

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Ojiro Mashirao, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Cat Cafe, Cats, Sleep Deprivation, Yamada is a sweetheart, Passing Out, Exhaustion, Fluff, brief angst, Dadzawa, Aizawa is soft aww, YamaDad, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Comedy, Please Shinsou go to sleep I am begging you, You're killing your fathers, The end is very very fluff, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, I mean they aren't his oficial dads but :v

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31279850

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♦#Aizawa Shouta #Hitoshi Shinsou #Yamada Hizashi #R:G #A:Kanene #Dadzawa #Dad Mic

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kanene-yaaay-o-retorno · 4 years

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Hi! If you don’t mind me asking, what does the o-retorno part of your url mean?

Heyio!! Oh, sure I don’t mind! ^w^). It’s something like ‘Kanene-yaaay-back-again’ or ‘Kanene-yaaay-the-comeback’ in portuguese! Which, now that I really stop to think about it, makes remembering my URL xDDD. Ohhh boooi xDD.

#I had like: ONE JOB #sdfghjkkjhgfrdesdfghj #Kanene Being Kanene #Askyyys #Asky #I wonder if I should change it and put the 'back again' in my descripton #HmmMmMMmMmmM #I like to have something in portuguese in my URL/Description #idk why either xD #Thankys for asking!

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kanene-yaaay · 2 months

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Me: I got a new favorite character!! You know what that means, right? New tickle fanfic time let's gooooo!!!!!

Brain: HECK YEAH LET'S GOOO!! I got inspiration, I got the idea and now your reader got like 3000 words and a new trauma :D

Me: Wait what

Brain: What what. I mean, it's like a scary game right? We kind of need a context for like the story to begin sooooo 3000 words and a new trauma :D

Me: WAIT! This is like! A light and fun tickle fic!!! The context doesn't need to be so much!!

Brain: Hmmmmmmnothing I can do. Already estabilished the interaction between the characters based on that beginning. Kind of bored to start again. Max I can help is adding like 1000 extra words of cute fluffy time between them.

Me: ...okay, sounds nice to me. What about the tickle part?

Brain: Oh yeah! So, I was excited to write it so I jumped the rest of the context to start it and then I wrote a bit but got un-inespired. kind of want to sleep now

Me: So we have an unfinished context AND an unfinished tickle scene

Brain: Yes BUT GUESS WHAT

Me: Please tell me you didn't start the tickle scene again with neck tickles

Brain: THE TICKLE SCENE START WITH !!!!!!! NECK TICKLES!!!!! AHA! ISN'T IT CUTE AND FUN!! WHAT DO YOU THINK

Me: We need to start focusing on other spots fr........................................... tehee neck tickles :]

#Yeah you guessed right I stopped writing the fic to make this post shhhhhhh art can't be hurried u gotta feel it #Also I kind of created a parallel between the maincharacters and other characters from the game that was totally accidental but I am Lookin #I SWEAR that I don't even realize that I am starting the tickling part of the fic AGAIN with neck tickles #but then I blink and suddenly BOOM there they are once again #kanene being kanene

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prophetiaemerlini · 3 years

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Oooh boy, this scene. It starts off with them basically having two different conversations. Arthur thinks Merlin is asking for time off to go help his mother (though how he thinks Merlin is going to help with this and how much time he thinks it will take, I don't know) and he agrees so readily. But Merlin, who is clearly emotional throughout, is saying goodbye. A real goodbye. And it isn't until Merlin starts saying that it has been an honor that it clicks with Arthur and his mood turns quickly from this quiet frustration at not being able to help to a different kind of worry. And he says, "You'll be coming back." The subtitles make it a question but to me the delivery of the line sounds more like...almost an assurance. As if he means to say, don't talk like that, you'll be coming back. And that line hits me so hard because it shows that, despite their teasing and issues and arguing, Arthur genuinely cares about Merlin and doesn't want him to be gone. And I also have to consider what he thinks Merlin is leaving to do. Whether Merlin's plan is to help defend Ealdor from Kanen and his forces or if he just wants to help Ealdor get back on its feet and survive the winter, that's dangerous. Arthur sort of shuffles quickly to joking with Merlin again, but I think that he has real concern and that he chooses to go because he believes helping Ealdor is the right thing to do, because he is worried about what Merlin is going to face, and because he figures that helping Ealdor means that he gets to keep Merlin by his side. And from Merlin's perspective, we have him so hesitant to say any of this to Arthur because he doesn't want to say goodbye, which shows that he has grown to like Arthur as a person and that, to some degree, had accepted his destiny. When he tells Arthur that he's got to look after his mother "before anyone else" there's a double meaning- Merlin looks after Arthur as a servant, but also in connection with his destiny. And he is regretfully telling Arthur that he can't do that anymore, even if Arthur doesn't understand the full breadth of that.

It tickles my heart a little, is all.

#merlin rewatch #1.10 the moment of truth #merlin #arthur pendragon #long post

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oliviaischillin1204 · 3 years

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8 for da win! :D

KANENE YOU LITTLE MINX how did you pick my most recent wip and one that i am very excited for xD

okay so first i saw this non t-fic art a couple days ago, and as i looked at it, i literally saw an entire t-fic play out in my mind for like a minute straight sjdfhgdhsj

and the idea itself is lowkey so simple, it’s literally just dad Patton being silly with preteen Virgil, just being the world’s biggest goofiest dad and making his not-so-little kiddo laugh xD

again it’s such a basic idea but wahhh i have cute ideas and it’ll be really cute i promise jhdghsj

#my posts #asks #i'm so glad u asked for this one lmaooo #kanene-yaaay #wips

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romanstickles · 4 years

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Still Bored?

Pairing: Logince

Summary: A very bored Roman disrupts Logan while he’s doing work in his room, demanding attention. Logan realizes Roman’s lee mood, and decides to cure both his mood and his boredom.

Warnings: None that I can think of!! Pure fluffiness in this household!

Word Count: 1025

Originally written for @kanene-yaaay! Love to my buddieeee :D

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“Roman, you know I love you dearly,however, I request that you desist from your rampant rampage all across the room. I am attempting to finish some paperwork, and it must be completed today.”

Roman stared back before huffing indignantly at his lover, clearly dissatisfied with the amount of attention he was receiving. “Logaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan~” Roman drawled out, almost whining, rather pitifully. “Play with meeeee- I’m positively dying from boredom, and with Patton’s new rule of ‘no monster fighting’ without one of you accompanying me, I’ve got absolutely nothing to do!”

Logan pinched his nose, huffing, and only just managing to avoid the temptation of completing rather unpleasant strangling of his boyfriend. He quirked his eyebrow, rolling his eyes, albeit rather fondly, at Roman. As insufferable as the Prince was, he was quite fondly attached to him.

“Okay, well, what exactly were you going to suggest that we play, Roman? Do you perhaps have any particular activity in mind?” Logan recalled the little hints coming from Roman that day. The fidgety-ness, the restlessness, the fact that he had been on edge nearly the whole day. Roman had even had his little spurts of giggles.

Roman slowly felt his face grow red, as his eyes widened. “I…” he trailed off, growing a bit shy, but being unable to hide the slight little smile that was currently worming itself upon his face.

Logan rolled his eyes before walking over to his boyfriend and sitting beside him on the bed.

Roman hummed a random tune lightly, avoiding eye contact with Logan.

He was insanely, undeniably ticklish. And, Logan knew that. Now, let’s be fair, Logan held his fair share of ticklishness as well, but Roman... Oh, but Roman. That boy was quite possibly the most ticklish one in the mind palace, despite everyone’s previous assumption of it being Virgil. Roman was just a walking bundle of ticklishness. He supposed it was due to him being more well-toned than most of the others, due to all of his adventures. The more muscular he was, it seemed, the more ticklish he became.

Roman, in an attempt to spare himself some dignity, continued his original statement. “I-I just...I’mimabitofaleemood!” he hurried out, scrambling to get the words out before he decided to take them back.

Logan smirked, dragging the royal’s feet into his lap. “Well, why did you not mention this earlier, Roman? You know I am always willing to participate in your shenanigans, frivolous as they may be.”

Roman flinched, before giggling. Oh, so Logan was going less along the lines of a tickle fight, like expected, and more along the lines of a Tickling-Roman-Frenzy. This was quite alright with Roman and Logan both.

Logan felt Roman tense, and he glanced up, suppressing a smile, and he knew that this was exactly what Roman was wanting at that particular moment.

Logan, grinning, began lightly wiggling his fingers underneath Roman’s toes.

Roman snickered softly, and gently shoved at Logan’s hands.

Logan smirked slightly, glancing towards Roman. “Whatever could be wrong, hm? This is what you wanted, correct?”

Roman covered his face with his hands, blushing, and giggling sweetly, exactly as a royal should.

Logan scratched across Roman’s heels, and Roman squeaked lightly, and quickly tugged his feet away from Logan.

Logan fondly rolled his eyes and tugged Roman back down by the ankles, readjusting the both of them so that he was now sitting and straddling Roman’s hips.

“Why hello, Logan.”

“Hello, Roman.”

“Lovely day today, isn’t it?”

“Do not try that. You asked me to tickle you, and it is my intention to do exactly that.”

Roman bit his lip lightly, before giggling again. He really was too cute when he got like this, if Logan did say so himself. And he did- say so himself, that is.

Roman broke into giggles as he felt ten fingers all simultaneously wiggling into his sides. “Nononononono! Ihihit tihick-tihihic-!”

Logan smirked. “Tickles? Well, I definitely hope so, Roman. If it didn’t, I believe that would defeat the purpose of me tickling you.”

Roman flushed bright red when he heard that word being used against him so deviously. “Dohohon’t sahay ihihit! Yohohou knohow I cahan’t deal wihith ihihit!”

Logan cracked a smile. “What? ‘Tickle’? Is ‘Tickle’ the word you’re talking about? I promise it’s just a word to describe what I’m doing now to you right now. It cannot harm you in any way.”

Roman snorted when he felt two thumbs drill into his hips. “NOHOHO!”

“Something wrong, Roman?”

“Nohohohoho!”

“‘No’ what, exactly, Roman?”

Logan simply chuckled darkly, in a very un-Logan-like way.

Roman covered his grin and giggled. He watched as Logan wiggled his fingers above Roman’s tummy, Logan watching as well as Roman’s eyes followed his fingers carefully. Logan smiled when Roman giggled, wiggling slightly in place.

“What’s wrong, Roman? I haven’t even touched you yet.” Logan held a certain twinkle in his eyes that showed his sincere love for the other.

Suddenly, the fingers resting just above Roman’s tummy touched down, scribbling rapidly across the sensitive flesh.

Roman fell into helpless giggles. “Ah! Nohohoho, Logahan!”

Logan halted his wiggling fingers before pulling the other into his lap, holding him there. Logan ran his fingers through Roman’s hair, soothing the other in his fit of post-tickle residual giggles.

“Well,” Logan started, a genuine smile still having a ghost of a presence on his lips. “Are you still dying of boredom, Roman?”

Roman scoffed playfully at Logan’s question, swatting at his boyfriend’s shoulder. “No, no, I’m very much not bored, Logan. Thank you for checking, Pocket-Protector.”

Logan tugged forward to rest his face above Roman’s. He smirked, still gently playing with Roman’s locks. “You know, Roman, I am sincerely glad that I have the absolute most ticklish boyfriend on the planet. It is, quite honestly, very adorable, Roman.”

Roman growled playfully, before shoving Logan back onto his back.

“Oh, you’re gonna get tickles too! I’m not the only adorable one!”

Needless to say, the rest of the afternoon in the mind palace was filled with lots of giggles and squeals from both boys, especially after Roman got in some not-exactly-revenge tickles to his boyfriend.

#logince #ts sides #ts logan #ts roman #tickles #ts tickles #roman sanders #logan sanders #lee!roman #ler!logan #elliott's fics

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