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Eclipse Lake alternate fight

Hi! This is my first Owl House fanfic and tickle fic. Just pure wholesomeness here. Summary: Let’s go wayyy back in time to the Eclipse Lake Amity vs Hunter fight. But instead of actually battling completely with magic, the two kids embrace their childish sides and fight a different way

Maybe he would have listened. If things had just been a little different٫ he would have listened.

Amity had tried to comfort Hunter after his breakdown٫ but of course٫ as soon as he had seen the portal key around her neck he lunged at her. She dodged out of the way, somersaulting and sending the Golden Guard tumbling to the ground.

“Aw, c’mon! Being nice usually works for Luz!”

He ran at her again, only for King to run in between them and shout a magic, sonic “WEH!”

In an instant, the little red bird that was following him had become a staff, and was grasped in Hunter’s hand, saving him from the attack. That tilted the scale, now he had a chance against Amity’s magic. He smirked at her shocked expression as she had the same realization. He moved in a flash of yellow light, but quickly found that a staff with a palisman felt nothing like the artificial magic that came from his old one. He yelped as he nearly lost his balance, sliding a few feet.

“Real staffs are weird-”

He was cut off by sticky abomination goo wrapping around him. It seeped into the sleeves on the coven scout uniform he had tried to disguise himself with. His staff once again came to the rescue, letting him escape the goo and teleport high above Amity.

Bolts of yellow magic lept around the empty lake, ricocheting off the walls. Two powerful witches, each with different fighting styles, neck and neck for the key. Hunter teleported all around her, and his staff clashed against the abomination goo she summoned as a shield. Once, twice, three times. His fingers narrowly brushed the key, but he could never grasp it before Amity knocked him away.

He became desperate, crazed. His eyes were wide and panicked as he fought. His teeth were gritted together so hard his jaw was aching. Every block, every dodge, every hit Amity got on him sent him spiraling. He couldn’t go back empty handed. He couldn’t, he couldn’t. If she escaped then he really might as well finish that grave he had been digging earlier, lie down in it, and never come out. It would be better than facing Belos after yet another failure.

Amity, on the other hand, was calm. Focused. Unlike Hunter, she had gotten plenty of sleep, and backup was on the way. She was confident in her ability, and knew how to use her staff and abomination magic at their best. She anticipated every attack, swiftly moving away with an extra graceful flair only Amity Blight could pull off.

At least, she did, until Hunter completely snapped.

“If you really wanna help, THEN GIVE ME THAT KEY!”

He caught the key with the end of the staff, and the rope holding it around her neck snapped. The key went flying, and the two teens collapsed to the ground.

Hunter tried to scramble to his feet, but Amity caught him around the waist and dragged him back down.

“Oh no you don’t!”

She hadn’t realized it, but in the process of tackling him back down, her thumbs had dug into his sides. It shot a feeling up his spine that he wasn’t expecting. A sort of tingly, electric feeling.

He squeaked, and fell back to his knees, his arms wrapped instinctively and protectively around his torso. Amity froze. King froze. Hunter stared at the ground in front of him and his ears went red.

What was that?!

He didn’t have much time to think about it, since after Amity snapped out of it she made a bolt for the key. He reached out to grab her but found himself flat on his back with a glob of purple goo holding him down. She calmly walked back over to him.

“W-what are you doing?!”

She knelt down next to him. “I’ve spotted a new opportunity. An opportunity to get you to calm down and stay here until backup arrives.” She hovered her hands over his sides.

He stared at her. She couldn’t possibly be serious. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Luz says laughter is the best medicine! And my siblings do this to me all the time. You’ll be fine.”

And with that, she rapidly squeezed at his sides.

It was almost comical how fast Hunter broke. He burst into giggles, his wide smile showing off the gap between his teeth. Any semblance of his tough, hardened and cocky Golden Guard persona melted away in an instant, revealing the dorky teenager he had hidden away. He threw his head to the side, hoping to at least save some of his dignity. “W-whahahat is thihis?! This is childihihish!”

“Good! I think you need to be a kid!” She drew a small spell circle in the air, and the abomination goo crept its way up towards his neck. Hunter squealed and scrunched up his shoulders.

King hopped up onto Amity’s shoulders. “Yes.. YES! Get him!” He climbed down and joined in on the chaos, poking at Hunter’s belly. His laughter became higher and squeakier, and he struggled to push King away with his hands pinned to his sides.

“Gehehet off! You’ll- you’ll pahahay for this!!” He threw his head from side to side. His laughter only picked up and his squirming became more intense when King crawled across his chest and went for his now reddish ears. “P-PALISMAHAHAN! HEHEHEELP!”

Amity gasped when the little red bird actually responded to Hunter’s pleas, and grew to a staff in Hunter’s hands. He used the same teleportation trick he had before to escape the goo, and dove for the key. Amity was just barely fast enough, climbing on her own staff and snatching the key off the ground before the two went tumbling down yet again.

Only this time, Hunter was at the advantage. Amity was stuck flat on her back, holding the key tightly to her chest. He was kneeling at her side, keeping her pinned down with one arm, and trying to pry the key away with the other. Years of training to be the Golden Guard made it easy to keep her down, but days without sleep made it difficult to take it away.

“Listen-” he started to say, making yet another unsuccessful attempt to steal it. “You’re strong, and I’m tired, but at the end of the day-”

His hand brushed against her neck. Amity squeaked and scrunched up her shoulders. After a few perplexed moments, Hunter’s mouth broke into a smirk.

“Oho, don’t tell me you have the same little weakness?” His palisman perched on his shoulder as he latched his hand onto her side. “Tell you what, Blight, you hand over that key and I’ll let you go. If you don’t give me it, I’ll just torture you until you let go of it. Either way, I win.”

Amity just stared back at him, clutching the portal key a little tighter. It was almost uncanny how much Hunter’s tone and expression reminded her of the twins when they were trying to get on her nerves. She saw Edric’s same look, and knowing what always happened when he had that gleam in his eye, she was a little scared. Still, she defiantly shook her head.

“Fine then. We’re doing this the hard way.” He skittered his fingers up and down her sides and ribs, and she burst into giggles. When Amity had tickled him, it was half to tire him out and half because from everything Luz had told her about him, he really needed to be a kid again and Amity decided to take it upon herself to fix that. She wasn’t trying to be too rough, or take it very far, just keep him there until Eda found them. But Hunter? He was motivated by spite, revenge, desperation. He really wasn’t going to ease up until she gave up the portal key, and it was maddening. The way he acted like a mean older sibling certainly wasn’t helping.

He hit a spot just between her underarms and ribs, and she screeched. For half a second she even considered ditching the key and just running. The only thing that kept her holding on was the thought of Luz, sick in bed at the Owl House and patiently waiting for her awesome girlfriend to come home. No way was she letting herself lose.

Even when Hunter started targeting that dreaded spot specifically.

“nAHAHAHAA! NO!”

“Aw, what’s wrong? Can’t take it yourself? Drop the key!”

“NEHEVER!”

Hunter laughed along with her. Despite the seriousness of getting the key, and the intense fight they had just had, he found himself having fun. The childish nature of a real battle turned tickle fight made his chest fill with a giddy feeling, one he hadn’t really gotten the chance to feel growing up in the Emperor’s Coven.

Eventually, Amity’s squirming allowed her to get a hand free to attack Hunter’s side with. He nearly pulled away in surprise

“H-HEHEY! Not again!”

“I’m nohohot giving up thahahat easily!!” She propped herself up on her elbow, continuing her attack while still trying to resist Hunter’s.

To King, it was an adorable sight. The two kids both had so much pressure from the adults in their lives, so much expectation to be absolutely perfect, and they had both let it go. It was a rare occasion to see either of them allow themselves to just… be kids. They acted like siblings, pushing and shoving, neither of them could hold the upper hand for too long. Eventually, the key was nearly forgotten in the playful chaos.

Nearly.

Both of them immediately ceased their tickling as soon as Kikimora’s voice could be heard echoing nearby. All of their childlike glee was sucked away in an instant, a brutal reminder of what was actually at stake.

Hunter moved his staff up to Amity’s throat, and she responded with shooting a spike of abomination goo inches away from his face with her free hand.

He glared down at her, but now Amity could see past it. The hurt behind his maroon eyes. Luz was right, he really was a bad but sad boy.

“At the end of the day, I know how to find you. And your human. So let’s just make this easy for both of us.”

Amity didn’t respond for a moment, and out of sight, she crunched the key in her hand before she silently dropped it into Hunter’s hand.

He flew away on his staff right as Eda arrived. She had to check on a still-a-little-out-of- breath Amity.

“Geez kid, what happened? Scared him off from the Titan’s blood?”

“No… but I found out something else.”

#the owl house #sfw tickles #toh tickles #lee!amity #lee!hunter #ler!amity #ler!hunter #THESE KIDS BOTH NEEDED A BREAK #tickle fic #wholesome tickle fight #sibling vibes #not a ship #squishy fics

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pearlypairings · 1 year

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Letters from Max Mayfield

In the summer I started this series on Ao3 picturing what Max's failsafe letters would be like... felt like posting the first one today here on tumblr.

In an Envelope Marked: Harrington

Char: Max Mayfield & Steve Harrington

Tags: Platonic Relationships, Protective Older Brother, Friendship, Exploring Max's Trauma, Hurt

Steve,

If you’re reading this, know that I’m sorry and it’s not your fault. You always tried to protect us, but you’re not responsible for what happened to me. If I’m dead, then you tried everything you could to save me, but Vecna wouldn’t let me go.

There’s a lot of things left unsaid, mostly because saying how I feel never came naturally. My family kindof taught me not to. Despite that, I’ll never forget meeting you for the first time in the junkyard, before I really believed any of this shit was real. Lucas tried to warn me, but until I saw that ugly demo-dog staring down the roof of the bus, I couldn’t really accept it.

But even as I screamed and thought life was probably over for me, you pulled me into safety. A small town jock with a stupid bat put himself in danger for me, the random skater girl from California. I thought what dumbass would risk his life for me? But for the first time in my life, someone actually stood up for me and protected me.

It’s hard for me to talk about Billy, but I’ll try to for this letter. He was definitely not the kind of brother I wanted when my mom married again. And when he wanted to hurt Lucas at Will’s, you tried to kick his ass. Hell, for a second, you almost did.

But when I thought he would kill you instead, the only person who’d stood between me and death, that’s how I gained the courage to do something about Billy. It gave me the nerve to stand up to him and make him feel as scared as he made me all these years.

You treated me just like the rest of the boys in the Party. You never brought that night up again. You never guilted me about how he almost punched you to a pulp or tried to ruin your life.

Steve, what I’m trying to say is you were like the brother I wish I’d had all along. Looking out for me, protecting me, and supporting me even when I’m kind of an asshole about pretty much everything.

I know you always felt like our babysitter, but to me, it was like having an older brother annoying the shit out of me with how much he cared (and secretly I appreciated it). Don't let it go to your head, you already have big enough hair.

Please don’t take my death too hard, I really don’t want that. And please help the guys get through this and continue to do what you do best: protect our friends from these upside down assholes. Don’t let the Party do anything too idiotic.

Goodbye, The Random Girl in the Junkyard

^ the rest of the letters from Max if you're curious

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #max's letters #max mayfield & steve harrington #steve and max #steve harrington #max mayfield #friendship #sibling vibes

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