#he is also a horrible goblin man with impressive muscles

[fanatic-scribe]

Cherry Flavor

Fandoms: IT

Word Count: 2,222

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Reddie

Ao3: Here

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak

Additional Tags: Sick Character, Sickfic, Some Cuddling

Summary:

Richie gets sick while on tour and it's up to Eddie to help him feel better.

Richie felt like his head was about to explode. This was definitely not his finest set, it didn’t help that the pressure in his head had grown past the level of comfortable halfway through. He was sick, really sick. The sinus headache has been brewing in his forehead all day and is finally acting its plan to kill the comedian. And it was doing a really good job at it.

Richie was doing his best to power through the set as best he could, the show must go on or some bullshit like that, but he just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. He was cold and achy, but the bright lights and clothes he wore made him feel sweaty and gross. Already having abandoned the idea of standing Richie had decided to sit in the uncomfortable wooden stool normally used for drinks. His normal classic glass of bourbon replaced with a bottle of water. If anyone in the audience could actually see him they would notice how pale and dead he looked. Well, more than usual anyway.

Thankfully, his throat was fine, leaving the impression that he was just a gross, sweaty, lazy man who couldn’t stop shaking. 

Fucking great.

Regardless, he finished his set hearing laughs and thunderous applause. Glad he switched to writing his own material. Even happier to finally be leaving the god damn stage and get to a fucking bed. He moved quickly past his agent trying to congratulate him on a good show, he knew the man was going to try and get him to spend time with fans after the show. Something about publicity or some shit like that. At this point it didn’t matter to him, he needed to lay down and pass out. 

Now.

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“You look like shit.”

“Thanks, Eds. love you too.” Richie pressed his pointer and thumb against his temple trying to relieve the pressure. Eddie had meet Richie outside the hotel as he pulled up in his cab. With this show being close to where they lived Eddie had decided to spend his last few sets on the road with him. Eddie had not gone to this show because he had already seen his boyfriend’s set and he also wasn’t that big on being lost in a crowd again or the tag along backstage. That had been really awkward.

Eddie had known the moment Richie woke up that morning he was very sick, he had been sick all week but this morning was worse. Eddie suggested he should cancel the show for tonight. Richie refused, saying that his manager would never stop bitching if he let a stunt like that happen. Also, Richie was “no weak bitch” and could “handle anything Kaspbrak” so he didn’t need to cancel. 

He wished he canceled.

Eddie smiled slightly, happy to see that Richie still had a bit of bite to him. Slowly he grabbed the other man's waist before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “Let’s get you feeling better.”

It was a long grueling walk back to their hotel room, somehow knowing that rest was so much closer made Richie feel even more weighed down by sickness. Once they got to the hotel room though Richie immediately fell face first onto the bed, still fully clothed and wearing shoes. Even though the harsh cold of an unused bed stung at his joints the bed was almost sinfully soft. It could have been the exhaustion but Richie could have sworn it was like laying down on a cloud. 

Richie was almost ready to fall asleep right there and then before he felt a light tug at his boot.

“Being sick doesn’t mean you can get dirt crumbs on the bed,” Eddie grumbled as he sat at the foot of the bed unlacing Richie’s boots. One by one he tugged them off and got up to set them neatly by the door before opening Richie’s bag to look for more comfortable clothes. “You need to learn how to fold your luggage,” Eddie muttered more to himself than anything as he pulled out wads of unfolded clothes, each one more covered in wrinkles than the last. Richie smiled to himself as he watched Eddie wonder in slight horror how many of his clothes were actually washed. 

Finally finding a pair of pajama pants, Eddie made his way back to the bed and ran a soothing hand other Richie’s back. “Babe, you should put on different pants,” Richie whined in response, knowing that meant he would have to move. “Don’t whine at me, you big baby.” Eddie couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice. “You’ll feel better if you're comfortable.”

Logically, Richie knew that was true, but the sick brain was very insistent that changing clothes was the worst thing he could possibly do right now. As much as Richie would have loved to listen to the sick brain Eddie was on the side of logic, gently flipping Richie onto his back and holding up the pants with a raised eyebrow. 

“Help me?” Richie said with a pout. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Fine,” he set down the change of pants, “but only because you're sick. Don’t expect me to undress you when you’re too goddamn lazy to do it yourself.” Eddie reached forward and unfastened Richie's belt and buttons on his pants. Slowly, Eddie pulled off his jeans, his warm hands a stark difference to the chilly room that stung Richie’s sore muscles and joints. Richie managed to lift his hips to help but was just too tired to help as Eddie pulled the soft pajamas over his legs.

Eddie placed a gentle kiss on Richie’s forehead, “Gee Dr. K,” Richie said in his British accent, it got better with age but it was still terrible, “do all patients get this treatment or am I just incredibly lucky?”

“Alright if you can joke like that then your not too sick to finish changing.”

“Uhhhh, fine,” Richie whined as he sat up in the bed to unbutton his shirt and then pulled the undershirt over his head, he silently cursed himself for wearing two shirts. Immediately after his shirt was off his head Richie fell back onto the bed shifting so his head rested on the plush pillow. Richie felt the blanket and sheets being pulled over his body and tucked around him, as Richie lifted his head to see what was happening he realized he recognized the sheets around him.

“Eddie,” Eddie hummed a response as he riffled through his blue toiletries bag, “are these our sheets?” Eddie looked up from his bag with a deadpan expression.

“Yeah, I changed the sheets before you got here.” He pulled a few bottles out of his bag, “You never know how long ago these were washed, or if there are bed bugs or-”

“Alright alright, I get it. Germs and shit.” Richie lifted a hand to rub at his forehead and temples, “God I feel fucking horrible.”

“Don’t worry,” Eddie moved his hair and kissed Richie’s forehead, “I’ll make you feel better.”

Nobody would have expected Eddie to be this comfortable around a sick person. With his terrible health anxiety, other’s had know Eddie to almost quarantine himself at the first sign of flu season. Yet here he was taking care of a very sick Richie Tozier.

This was partly because recently Eddie had been getting help dealing with his anxieties. Really all the losers had. In a way they were each other's rock, they all had issues they needed to figure out and they would always be there for each other.

Also, Eddie was always the type of person to do anything for the people he loved. Even being exposed to terrible sickness.

The next few minutes consisted of a struggle to get Richie to take liquid medicine. Eddie insisted it was better and acted faster than the pill form, and Richie called bullshit because liquid medicine tasted like rotten ass. Even with Eddie insisting that the cherry flavored one wasn't as bad Richie still called bullshit on the grounds that cherry-flavored anything tasted like rotten ass. He also brought up the argument that he wasn't a child anymore and that flavored trick won't work on him.

Many insults were thrust back and forth, someone was called a “pussy bitch,” “slimy bitch goblin,” and “crotch hound” among other things before Richie finally relented. Sitting up in bed with his back against the bedpost to down three different viscous liquids, with a sour face after each gulp and gag. “Don’t be such a baby,” Eddie scoffed with an eye roll as he handed Richie a glass of water.

“Fuck you, Spaghetti man.” Richie downed the glass before setting the glass down on the nightstand. Eddie quickly grabbed it to take it to the bathroom sink to wash.

“You’re still gonna be a dick after I saved your life?” Eddie smirked before walking off with the glass to refill it. Richie chuckled to himself as he settled back into the bed, still with the sickly sour-sweet cherry taste in his throat. 

When Eddie set the newly filled glass of water on the nightstand before telling Richie he was going to get ready for bed. He handed Richie the remote and channel list before grabbing his other toiletry bag and headed to the bathroom. As Richie turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, pay no mind to the channel list, he could hear the sound of the shower being turned on. He knew Eddie would be there for some time, even with his health anxiety getting better he still had those fears and being around a sick person probably didn’t help. Richie settling on a channel playing reruns of Forensic Files and from the looks of the guide it was a marathon, something he could definitely stay on until Eddie was finished. As he watched the actors move across the screen with commentary from the narrator and those involved in the crime he felt his eyelids grow heavy.

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Richie wasn’t aware that he had fallen asleep until a shifting in the bed stirred him. Richie moved to rub the sleep from his eyes to see he had fallen asleep with his glasses on. The TV was still playing the same show but an entirely different episode, as he stretched his arms out he could make out the sound of the narrator talking about DNA. He still felt sore, but he was definitely better than before. The room seemed darker except for the glow of the TV illuminating the small space.

“Did you seriously fall asleep watching your murder shows?” Richie turned his head to see Eddie settling into the bed next to him, Richie could feel the soft silk of his pajamas against his skin. There was something very comforting in that, Eddie choosing to wear his silk pajamas even while sleeping in a hotel room. Richie wondered which pair he had brought.

It wasn’t until Eddie was pulling the covers over himself that Richie thought about how this could make Eddie uncomfortable. Even though he had gone leaps and bounds with his health anxiety recovery it was still there, and there were still things he was iffy about. Being next to a sick person was one of them. 

“Do you want me to move?” Richie asked.

“What?” Eddie looked at him like Richie had grown a second head, his face half in shadow from the dull glow from the tv.

“I'm, like, really sick and I don’t want to freak you out.”

“Richie that’s-”

“I can move to the couch if you want.”

“Richie-”

“Yeah, I’ll call the front desk and ask them for another set of blankets.” Richie was about to reach for the phone on the nightstand when he felt Eddie grab his wrist.

“Tozier, don’t be fucking stupid.” His voice more than a little stern the show had gone to commercial as an ad for some fast food chicken played in the background  “Just come here.” Eddie leaned back against the pillows and pulled Richie closer to him.

Followed Eddie’s lead, Richie slowly laid his head on Eddie’s silk-clad chest, one of Eddie’s arms was under Richie as he rubbed up and down Richie’s back. Richie was very aware of how sweaty his skin was from his nap earlier but Eddie didn’t say anything about it. Eventually, Richie relaxed into his lover’s chest, soothed by the steady heartbeat and the feel of his hands running through his hair. Eddie placed a kiss at the top of Richie’s head, “Richie, I love you so much. I don’t care if you are sick, I want to be there for you no matter what.”

“I love you too Eds.” Richie smiled to himself, “I promise to take care of you when I make you violently sick.”

“Shut up, Trashmouth.” Richie could feel the slight bump in his chest from a silent chuckle.

After a few minutes of holding each other Richie could feel his eyes closing again, soothed by the rhythmic sounds of Eddie’s heart against his ear. “Hey, uh, Richie?”

“Hmmm?” Richie hummed in response.

“Can we please change the channel?” Eddie held Richie close as he reached for the remote, “Your murder show is really starting to creep me out.”

#reddie #reddie fanfic #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #eddie/richie #it chapter 2

[vagrantblvrd]

Last Stand (1/1)

Summary: Ryan knows he has a lot to make up to Jeremy for the way he handled the situation with their former agency. He just didn’t expect Jeremy to take such ruthless advantage of his guilt over the matter.

Notes: Playing around with this prompt generator again and found a couple of prompts that gave me Ideas for the Battle Buddies. >:D

(Read on AO3)

Ryan knows he has a lot to make up to Jeremy for the way he handled the situation with their former agency. He just didn’t expect Jeremy to take such ruthless advantage of his guilt over the matter.

“Jeremy,” Ryan whispers, holding as still as he can to avoid detection as though it’s not too late for that. “Jeremy, I’m sorry.”

Jeremy shoots him a narrow-eyed look.

He’s hurt, black eye from a hit he took earlier starting to form, other marks on his bare arms. Another low on his leg that’s slowed him down.

They’re surrounded, and the others are already gone. Bodies motionless where they fell. Some were necessary sacrifices, some unfortunate casualties of this brutal battle they’re not going to win.

Ryan’s latest plan, brilliant strategy, has failed them and it’s all come down to this.

He can hear noise beyond the ring of light they’re under. Hushed whispers and this unsettling laughter, giggling. Pitter-patter of stone-cold killers repositioning for the final blow they won’t see coming.

Jeremy’s head follows something Ryan can’t see, shoulders tensing, empty hand. clenching into fists as he turns to look at Ryan.

“You know,” he says with a tired sigh. “There was a time I would have died for you, but then you pull shit like this.”

Ryan looks at him helplessly, all these words he’s never had the courage to say caught in his throat – and Jeremy lunges for him. Uses that compact muscle of his and the element of surprise to throw Ryan into the line of fire as a volley of projectiles come at them from the shadows.

Each hit hurts more than the last, and Ryan goes down in a tangled heap and a pained cry. The last thing he sees is Jeremy standing over him with an unreadable expression on his face.

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Jeremy stares down at Ryan’s body. Thinks he should feel something, but there’s nothing there. Numbed by the recent losses or something else, and Ryan just another casualty he doesn’t have the time or luxury to deal with.

Movement at the corner of his eye has him turning to look for the source.

Sees shadowy figures darting around him, fast and deadly as hell. They never had a chance, but Ryan had been so goddamned confident the way he always is. Certain he knew better and it’s fucked them over more times than he can count. Gotten them into scrape after scrape and somehow coming out the other side.

Not this time, though.

No.

“Just do it, you monsters!” he yells, head snapping around at a high-pitched giggle to his left.

Soft scuff of someone trying to sneak up on his other side. Squeak of a sneaker he can’t pinpoint that has him wishing for something solid at his back.

“Come on!”

There’s a pause, ripple of silence that moves through the shadows, and then Jeremy gets his wish.

Yelps as the final attack happens, stinging pain that drops him to his knees and victorious cries as he falls, fate or destiny or some petty force that has him landing over Ryan’s prone form as everything goes black.

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There’s an elbow in his kidney and dust in his mouth. He hurts like hell and -

“Are you okay?”

Ryan opens his eyes to see someone’s hit the lights, illuminating the battlefield and all its carnage.

Bodies everywhere and spent projectiles.

Pained groans and quiet murmuring from the attackers checking on the fallen. Vicious killers, every one of them and merciless as anything.

And yet?

“No,” Ryan wheezes, because Jeremy’s elbow is still trying to gouge a hole in his side and the bastard doesn’t seem like he’s going to move it.

There’s an annoyed sigh and a small foot kicking lightly at his leg.

“C’mon,” the voice whines. “You guys promised us ice cream if we won.”

That.

Yeah.

That was a thing that was promised.

By Jeremy, who is still dead. Sprawled over Ryan after his dramatic death scene and milking it for all it’s worth to avoid ponying up the cash for the promised reward.

“Hey now,” Ryan says, shoving Jeremy off of him as he sits up and points at his body. “That was all that guy. Take it up with him.”

He can hear the others getting up, complaints from Geoff about his back and his aching joints and playing up his old man status to the nth degree for sympathy he won’t get here. Not from a bunch of little terrors who idolize the likes of Jeremy and Michael.

Ryan gets an impressive eye roll from someone who barely reaches his waist and a disgusted look the kid must have learned from Michael.

“Jeremy’s dead,” the kid says as though Ryan’s too dumb to live. “Dead people don’t buy ice cream.”

Well that’s a damn lie because you can loot dead people, but that’s not a life lesson he should be teaching Jeremy’s kids.

So.

“Go ask Geoff, he’s the boss of us,” Ryan says, and laughs as the kid scurries off to do just that.

Glances to the side at a low chuckle from Jeremy's supposed corpse in time to see him grin before he sits up.

“Geoff’s going to get you for that,” he says, examining the red marks left behind by the hail of dodgeballs that brought him down. “And Jesus, I don’t remember this hurting as much when I was a kid.”

To be fair, neither did Ryan. Part of the reason he allowed Jeremy to drag him into this bloody little war he’s waging with the kids who flock to the gym Jeremy volunteers at sometimes. He brought Michael in a while ago, and where Michael goes Gavin follows sooner or later.

And then Trevor had gone snooping, Matt drifting along behind him. Lindsay and Fiona just. Here one day, and the chaos that followed.

Jeremy dropping the least subtle hints at how great it would be if he had Ryan on his side for this climactic battle months in the making, and the disastrous results that got them all killed by Jeremy’s kids.

Horrible little goblins whose parents are looking for ways to keep them off the streets and getting into shit they shouldn’t. Monsters who won’t hesitate to kill if ice cream is on the line. (Take a terrifying sort of glee in it.)

Ryan shrugs, even though it pulls at these new bruises he’ll be dealing with for a while, because Jeremy’s kids don’t pull their hits.

“If he can afford a goddamn yacht he can buy ice cream for your little monsters.”

Another chuckle from Jeremy, and his hand inches away from Ryan’s nose. Grin on Jeremy’s face as he hauls Ryan to his feet with ease, both of them turning at a burst of laughter and Geoff’s voice gone high and shrill and oh so indignant.

The kid who tried to shake Ryan down is staring up at Geoff, fearless as hell. Making demands that his army of hellions be paid for their victory.

Michael and the others are watching the negotiations, such as they are, in amusement as the kids around them move closer. Some still skittish with all the new faces Jeremy brought in for this particular battle, but starting to warm up to them. (Something to do with killing them, probably.)

Jeremy hums, his shoulder brushing Ryan’s arm.

“Thanks for playing along,” he says, sounding happy. “I know it’s kind of outside your comfort zone, but they love when you come down here.”

That wouldn’t be the case if they knew who he was, but they don’t.

Just know him as one of Jeremy’s friends. An idiot who doesn’t know anything important, useful, so they need to teach him. Nice guy but real dumb, and Jeremy loves to play it up, laugh at Ryan’s expense as the kids bully him into learning how to play some game or other, pick up useful social skills.

“You’ve been watching Geoff’s terrible movies again,” Ryan accuses, because Jeremy brought the drama this time, didn’t he. “Also, since when were human meat shields a legal play in dodgeball?”

Jeremy’s what are you talking about, Ryan? act would be more believable if the asshole wasn’t laughing, but sure, sure.

“Nobody plays fair in Los Santos, Ryan,” Jeremy says, like Ryan doesn’t know. “And come on, or we’ll miss the best part.”

Ryan watches Jeremy join the others watching Geoff lose an argument with a kid a quarter of his age and sighs because yeah okay. That’ll never not be funny, and also if they’re lucky they can squeeze some ice cream for both teams out of Geoff.

#jeremwood #battle buddies #ragehappy #vagrant fic #~shenanigans #:D?

[critical-derolo]

won't let you go

It's going horribly, just horribly. She reasons that it could be worse - maybe, and that they're all still alive - barely, and that technically they're winning - kinda. Trapping the beast in here with them... it was clever and badass and felt so, so good when she was doing it, but upon further reflection (as she skids around the rocky corner, dodging arcs of lightning) it was maybe too rash of a decision.

Oh, plus those sexy assholes keep stealing her friends.

She watches Fjord's face lose its tension, smoothing out into a blank mask. (so many masks, he has. this is her least favourite.) Void of the compassion she oh so adores from him. His eyes sweep across the room and meet hers, empty and chilling, and she watches him lift his hands. Dark energy crackles between his fingers, eldritch magic pooling in his palms - scary magic, she's never realized how objectively scary Fjord's magic is compared to theirs. He steps through the water he's just used to try and sweep Possessed Caleb off his feet with, towards Jester who's still desperately trying to catch her breath and look around the cavern for help. She's pretty sure she can hear Yasha and Beau battling something on the other side of this massive fucking rock pillar and wishes she'd ran the other way.

But then Fjord's eyes roll back and he collapses to the rocky floor again (what a brave tissue paper man). She knows that when he gets up he'll be himself, and decides the best place for him currently is right there. Hopefully not drowning in the puddle.

What a shitty day. A really, truly shitty day.

"Hey, Be-au..." she breathlessly trails off after the blue blur zips by her and- "Shit!"

The cavern wall behind her rumbles and trembles as the beast chases Beau. Jester's jaw drops open when Yasha follows them both, and she leans as far as she can to try and get a better look at the barbarian's grim face. She sends a sacred flame towards that end of the cavern for good measure, trailing behind as she holds her aching ribs.

Why did they come down this well? Wells suck hardcore ass. Nothing good ever happens in a well.

"Fjord!" Jester cries as he twists behind a gathering of rocks, blocking the lashings of electricity sent his way. At least he's up again.

Caleb grunts and flops back against the ground, unconscious. He's having maybe the worst day and considering he threw a fireball at them, that's saying something.

Another flash of blue catches her eye and Jester looks up to see Beau squaring off against Yasha. Her fists do... almost nothing against their Stone Barbarian but thankfully as strong as Yasha is, Beau is just as hard to hit. Still... Jester worries her bottom lip between her teeth, lifting a hand and gathering her spell. She doesn't want to hurt Yasha, but - she can't let Yasha hurt Beau.

A pale hand catches a brown fist and Jester sucks in a sharp breath. She squints her eyes to see Yasha's lips moving and Beau's shoulders sagging, and let's her spell fizzle out. Things are looking up if Yasha, Caleb, and Fjord are back.

Jester flashes a bright smile at Yasha as they pass each other, the angel digging her blade into the beast's side while Jester goes to check on Beau. She hasn't seen her maybe this whole fight and - where's Caduceus?

"Beau, have you seen-..."

The winged woman laughs, a deep and throaty chuckle that's smooth like velvet and makes Jester shiver. Before Jester can lift her hand, the woman is gone - off around the ceiling of the cavern again. Jester looks back to Beau, watches the tension enter her shoulders. Watches the grip on her bo tighten and the sharp muscle of her arms tense.

Jester swallows and reaches for the back of that blue vest. "Beau, do you feel okay?"

"No."

"Oh." Well that's... that might be normal. "Do you maybe want-"

"How long have you been sending to him?" she asks quietly. Firmly.

Again, Jester shivers. She's seen Beau pissed before - they all have, but Beau's anger is always there. Bright embers ready to explode into flame, loud and passionate.

This is... controlled fury. Not a reaction, not a fleeting emotion of the moment, this is a seed someone has pulled up from the earth.

Jester doesn't like it. "To who? What do you mean?"

"My father," Beau accuses and turns to face her. She expects the snarl, a flash of teeth bared in a scowl so impressive that maybe, maybe Jester practices it herself sometimes. She expects shouting and curses, a Beau Trademark. But only blue fire stares back at her, with a tone sharper than Fjord's blade. "You expect me to believe it was a coincidence you and Fjord found me so soon after leaving the Cobalt Soul. Or that he would so easily give up and just leave me alone?"

"Beau, this isn't you. She's in your head, these thoughts aren't yours!"

The monk tilts her head to the side, cracking her neck and - all the tension is released, her limbs loose and stance more fluid. Jester's seen her spar, seen her fight often enough to know that she isn't backing down. This is her gearing up for an attack. "Yes," she says simply and takes a breath. "They are."

- - -

Jester cradles the back of her head the moment it bounces off the rocky wall. Her blue hands are slick with red blood and she blinks against the stars in her eyes, focuses enough to watch Beau twirl and catch both of Nott's bolts. The goblin shrieks as one is thrown back at her with the same velocity, slicing across her shoulder. "Beau!" Jester shouts with tears in her eyes. "Stop this!"

"I won't go back to them!" Beau declares and - and her bo cuts down through the air and into Jester's side, stealing away her breath. In the same motion, she ducks under Fjord's eldritch blast he manages to get off before the beast gets in his way.

Jester grabs the staff just as Beau yanks it back and finally, finally the monk stumbles. Pulls harder but Jester is strong, she's not fast or flashy or so fucking wiggly like smoke, but she has a grip and she's not letting go. Her frantic purple eyes flick between Beau's, searching for any hint of her friend still in there, fighting against this hold on her. "Beau, please. We're not trying to send you back to him. I would never do that!"

"I won't go back in their box!" she finally snarls and that fury blossoms into something bigger, something hotter. The control slips, Beau's eyes widen and she takes a ragged breath.

Hit them hard enough and they come back.

Is emotional pain the same as physical?

Gritting her teeth, Jester yanks harder on the staff until Beau is stumbling against her. She hooks the bo around Beau's back, clamping her hand down on the other end, and can't tell if she's pinning the monk or if she's not pinned between Beau and the wall. "Then don't, Beau. Don't ever go back in the box, be you! Be angry and happy and loud and brash and kind and generous! Be all of the things that you are!"

"Let me go!" she growls and wriggles against Jester's front, fingers digging into the stone of the wall as the staff refuses to budge. She brings her elbow down on Jester's shoulder, where it connects to her neck, and they almost topple to the ground.

Instead, shards of ice creep up her blue neck, and dig into Beau's ribs from her own - just slightly. "Shit, Beau!" Jester snaps with a frown. "That hurt!"

Beau braces her hands against the wall, ignores the blood slowly beginning to drip from her palms, and grunts as she tries to break free from the hold. "Let go," she grinds out between her clenched teeth. Glares into the brightest, sparkliest amethysts she's ever seen.

Jester's grip tightens and she sucks in a breath, her nose bumping against Beau's. They're... they're actually pretty close, now that she thinks about it. She can see the sweat gathering across Beau's brow, notices the way her dark hair is beginning to curl because of it. A purple circle is beginning to form around Beau's left eye from her tussle with Yasha, and her lip is split enough to make her snarl bloody. Jester can't stop the way her face softens, how her gaze lingers, and smiles when Beau's brows slowly furrow in furious confusion. "Have I ever mentioned that you're really, really pretty?"

Beau's elbows slam against the wall on either side of Jester's head, her fumble costing her... ground, so to speak. "What?!"

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Jester wonders or teases or maybe both. She has an idea but she also can't deny the opportunity that's presented itself. Fate is kinda funny, she supposes.

More of the tightness in Beau's jaw loosens. "You..." she lightly shakes her head and Jester hides her sigh of relief when the resistance against the bo lessens. "Yes?"

"Beau-"

The monk winces, rearing her head back and tilting it towards the winged bitch up in the corner. Beau's eyelashes flutter and she shudders, victim to a siren's call that Jester can't hear. "You... have been watching me for him..." she gasps and blinks, glaring back at Jester.

Fucking cheater.

Jester let's the bo go with one hand to flip off the succubus before cupping Beau's cheek. It's cold and clammy and Beau grimaces but doesn't pull away. "Not for him. Just for me. Just because, Beau. Please don't listen to her, please break her hold. I don't want to hurt you... I can't hurt you."

Blood smears the back of Jester's hand, Beau snapping her grip like a coil around the blue wrist. "But I can hurt you," she warns in a voice too calm, too eerie. Her eyes are hard with edges sharp enough to cut and the hope in Jester's chest cracks like glass. "Jester."

Tears well up in her eyes, Jester sucks in a sharp breath. The ache that shoots up and down her arm immediately drops out to the point of numbness. The only thing she can feel is her pulse where Beau digs her fingers in, and tries to make a fist, do anything with the arm she can't move anymore. "Gods, Beau! This wasn't how it was supposed to go, it's not like my books at all. I'm not spying on you and if I was, I'd be so much better at it. I don't give a shit about your dad, he's a big dick, I would never send you back to him. I just. The only secret I have is." She shakes her head with aggravated frustration. "Damn it, Beau, I want you to admit that you're secretly in love with me because I'm secretly in love with you, but you trying to kill me is super getting in my way!"

Those blues remain colder than the ice that creeps up Jester's spine, ready to be released in another Hellish Rebuke. Her fingertips begin to tingle again but she watches Beau's face, looks for a sign, a flutter, something to tell her what to do.

"You are a really good liar," Beau tells her flatly. Jester's heart falls. "You've been watching me since the Gentleman's bar. I won't let you hurt me again."

"Beau," Jester whines sadly and feels her shoulders droop. "I haven't, I promise."

"You will."

"I won't."

"Jester."

The way Beau says her name, a sharp intake of breath around a wince. A grimace. The glare on her face is fierce but something doesn't click into place, enough that Jester notices, at least. Her head tilts to the side. She waits and watches, Beau is perfectly still and ready to strike like a cobra - something Jester has always admired up until now.

...but her hand around Jester's wrist trembles, very slightly. It isn't until Jester holds her breath that she even feels it. The muscles are too taut, there's... restraint there? Enough that Jester can feel her fingers again, even if her arm is numb enough to be on another plane.

"Oh. Oh!" she gasps again and perks up. "You want me to hurt you! Right? I think so. Oh, Beau, you're still in there!"

"Don't fucking-"

A couple of things happen simultaneously and Jester wonders if maybe Caleb managed to get off a haste spell on her to keep up with it all.

The first is that Jester forces her tingling fingers around the back of Beau's neck to dig them in there, while Beau tangles her own bloody hand in Jester's hair to hold her back. The succubus let's out an ungodly shriek, her eyes ablaze on Beau's back - until Nott's bolt catches her between the ribs. With a grunt, Beau stumbles against Jester's front, dragged down and in towards her lips where necrautic magic pools to the surface.

Beau's lips are chapped but oh so gentle against Jester's own. Maybe it isn't fireworks and passionate declarations of love. Maybe it's black veins spreading from the monk's lips, down her neck as her entire body seizes in a lurch. Maybe it's possession and big bull demons and the taste of blood against Jester's tongue, and maybe everybody almost died or is going to die.

But it's kind of perfect. Not at all like the porno books, not what she thought it's supposed to be, but...

When the hand trying to yank her back by her hair instead cradles the back of her head, when Beau's painful grunt turns into a delighted hum, when Jester can feel her blush melting the ice in her veins... by the Traveller, it's everything she's ever wanted.

"I'm gonna, mmmf- Jessie, I gotta... there's still a bad guy," Beau mumbles against her lips even as she leans into the tiefling. A calloused thumb traces Jester's jaw and she let's Beau go just enough to look into those shiny blue eyes. "I'm gonna rip that cow's heart out."

And damn, if she doesn't just swoon. "Be careful, Beau!" Jester calls after her fondly, her hands clasped beneath her chin. She watches the monk flip over Fjord's shoulder, blocking a hit that would have clocked him in the side of the head, and spins in place. "Oh my Gods, Traveller, did you see that?"

"Jester!" Nott screeches as she fires off another bolt. "We're dying, pay attention."

"Did you see that, Nott?"

"It was lovely, please kill something!"

"Okay, okay, okay," Jester grumbles and searches the ceiling for the dickhole who almost ruined everything tonight.

#beaujester #jestergard #sappheau #critical role #m9 #beauregard #jester

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Dorks in Another Reality

Would someone like to tell me why the keep reading option isn't something to apply on the all anymore?

Leakari fanfic! Cause there is no tickle first of them and I'm jumping on the band wagon. However they are going to act like the 80's cartoon (minus extra cringe... Hopefully).

Akari wandered up and down the halls of the castle looking for his boyfriend. As he walks the sound from the heel of his white boots bounced off the walls. "Leo, " he called out for around the third time.

They were supposed to have breakfast together, and other things, that morning. But the country boy decided to flake on him last second.

"Pidge Hunk, have you seen Leonardo? " Both looked at each other before shaking their head. "Sorry pal, last time I saw him was at dinner last night. " Suddenly a goblin like, demonic voice replied.

"Say... Your his boyfriend. From what I could hear you were the last one white saw him, " Pidge joked. Akari's face turned a light shade if pink.

They'd only cuddled last night, he knew the guy was joking. "Very funny Pidge. But I'm serious, what if something bad happened to him?" Sanarios of Haggar capturing his beloved Cuban and turning him into a Robeast began to playout with in his mind.

Noticing the sudden fearful expression Hunk nudged Pidge angerly. "Relax Akari, he'll turn up eventually." He covered Pidge's mouth before he could make another... adult.... joke.

Akari let out a sigh. "I sure hope your right. "

It was around lunch time now, and there was still no sign of Leonardo. Deeming it too hot for his red jump suit, Akari pulled on a red tank top and some shorts.

They were the lastest fashion trend (before he left) on earth. The tank top could fit two fingers on the steps with ease, but his black shorts... were about mid-palm on his thighs. Smooth, soft, creamy skin was exposes to the elements it hadn't seen in far too long.

He had pulled his mullet back and grabbed a pair of shades off his dresser before heading towards the outdoors.

"Oh! Akari, there you are! " The male froze, he felt his heart almost stop. He knew the princess liked him, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her about his "secret" romance.

"I needed to ask you... Oh, " her face turned a bright red as she shyly turned away. Another benifit of Leonardo was he didn't blush as easily. Normally it was a pervy blush, or the occasional flustered or embarrassed. He liked to keep his "bad boy" reputation.

"Yes... What is it princess? " he asked trying to fight back his own blush. Nanny could be heard from around the corner and that was the last thing she needed to see him in. "Allura! You have studying to do! " The blonde girl looked pleadingly at Keith.

"I was never here, " the boy nodded. As she dashed off he caught glimpse of the blue dress and white apron. Deciding to follow the girl's leave he took off in a sprint to the front doors. Exiting, he decided to check by the pond.

The boy was drawn to water which only makes sense as he used to be the blue paladin. Upon coming to the nice water the newly bloomed flowers caught the captain's attention.

He hunkered down and began to pick some of the purple and white flowers, oblivious to the shadow forming behind him. Until...

He screamed throwing his bouquet into the air. Pulling his arms to his side he kicked his legs and laughed hysterically. "Lheheho! " The red paladin continued to vibrate his trapped hands in the hallows.

To play a game with his boyfriend, or to just tickle him to death? Decissions, decissions. Actually both seemed fun! Keeping his mouth shut he pried his arms free and did what he could to keep Akari from looking at him.

"Ahahaha! Leonardo let me gohohoho, " Akari giggled as he moved to the boys ribs. Still no answer. It had to be Leonardo, only he knew about how sensitive the black paladin was.

Leonardo switched from underarms, to the guy's chest, to his tummy, to what he could reach of the other's thighs. Akari snorted and bucked softly. "H-Hey! Whahahit! Nahahaha! " He wanted to confront him about this morning, but at the moment that seemed out of the question.

Mustering as much strength ad he could he prepared him self to dislodge the handsome attacker. However, Leonardo could feel the sudden energy focus and wrapped his legs around Akari's torso.

"Brhehehak! Plhehehase! " Seeing his plans were ruined, the Korean man did what he thought would be the next best way of escaping. Beg.

Not that he would do this on the battle field, oh no! Just he knew the cocky male had a weakness for him. Letting up Leonardo sighed happily before pulling Akari back into him.

"Well hello your highness, " he joked softly. He nuzzled his face into the crook of the dark haired man's neck. Akari giggled, brining his arms up to hold the other's. The adorable snorts and squeaks encouraged Leonardo this start gently kissing the area.

"Hehehey! I'm mhahahd at you! Ahahaha! C-Cut it out, " Akari giggled. Pulling his head back up, Leonardo moved them around a but so that he could still hold his boyfriend, and also clearly see his face.

This resulted in him sitting with his legs crossed, on arm supporting Akari's back, the other helping pull him in for a hug. The black clothed bottom was resting in the smaller circle made by Leonardo's limbs.

"Mad at me? For what, this? " Akari held him self, leaning into the bare chest. He kicked his legs and laughed helplessly as Leonardo began to tickle his thighs. "This morning, " he cried between peals of laughter.

Stopping the other behind to playfully think. Rather and rubbing at his own chin, he kept the smaller in giggles by scratching under his. "What was this morning again, " he pondered to mainly himself.

"Wehhehe were supposed to have bhehe-- breakfast together! " Oh... Crap. "Wait that was today? I'm so sorry! " He pulled the Korean into a hug.

Akari took in a gasp of air. "That's not why I'm mad... well not all of it. Where were you? I couldn't find you anywhere! " The other froze, a slight blush on his face.

"Um... training. " It was the truth. He'd wanted to gain some shape muscles. And it was so not to impress Akari! "All morning? " He may have been taking it a little to serious.

"Uh... yeah, " Leonardo blushed slightly. Akari knew something wasn't right. "Are you lying to me? " He flinched at those words. "Of course not! Why would I lie to you, " Leonardo poke with a flirtatious tone, ephasisig on the "you" As he poked Akari's tummy.

Akari giggled softly, covering his mouth with a slight blush. "So then you really were in the training room... All morning? Why didn't you ask Hunk, Pidge, or I to join? Or the... Princess, " his last statement tried of slightly.

All of Voltron, with the exception of himself and Sven, had a crush on Allura. She was a beautiful woman after all! But typicallyen only tried to buck up to get someone's attention, or at least that's how he saw it.

Well.... In Leonardo's case. "Nope, stop right there. " It was too late. "So it's not for Allura? " He jumped as a hand vibrated on his side. "No... I'm saving it for someone... Better, " he practically purred the last part.

Akari continued to giggle softly. He didn't mind tickling, but right now he wanted to be serious. He was upset about this morning! And a tickle fight wasn't getting the point across.

"Lheheho sthshahp! I whahana to have a conversation! " The other sighed, dropping the offending hand. "Yes? "

Catching his breath, he slumped against the other, mindlessly playing along his bare chest. He could see some improvement from a few weeks ago, but not at the rate the "bad boy" was hoping for.

"This morning. I was really worried about you! None of us knew where you were. You bailed on me, " he pouted slightly. Leonardo sighed softly, he ran his fingers along the boy's spine.

Akari shivered in pleasure. It tickled, but it felt really nice. "I'm sorry baby I forgot it was this morning. I didn't want the guys maiming fun of me so I just... Didn't tell anyone. " Akari sat up slightly. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have trained with you, " his eyes droped slightly as a smirk came onto his face.

"We could have... Trained in more ways than one. " Oh? Leonardo chuckled before pressing a kiss against the other's temple. "Tonight maybe, " he cooed. "I'll take you out for dinner tonight too! We can eat under the moon and stars and just talk! "

Akari snorted at the look of excitement on Leonardo's face. "I love you. " The Cuban smiled. "I love you too. "

They sat in silence for a few moments before Akari realized something. "Wait... Why would the guys make fun of you for working out? " He knew something was going on when Leonardo's face turned bright red.

"You know them! Always gotta make fun of one of us in some way... shape... oh no. " Akari had that smile. The one Leonardo knew too well. "Akari! Baby, sweetheart, pudding, pumpkin! Can't we talk about this? "

Akari giggled. "Really? You just tickled me nonstop for like a half hour, and now you don't want to be even touched. " Touched his ass. He knew what was going on here!

"Touching is fine. Tickling me... in public... however. " He had a reputation to keep! He was a "bad boy", Akari was just a little sweetheart. It was cute to watch cuties laugh, not bad asses!

Akari played on his own smirk, gently dusting his fingers over the bare chest. "What public? It's just you, me, the fish, flowers, a bee here and there. No people. Just us... and your horribly ticklish tummy! "

Leonardo shrieked with laughter. "Akari! Akari! Nahaha! " Why he was just yelling his boyfriend's name rather than stop, he had no clue. His mind was scattered at the moment.

"Yes, " the captain asked innocently enough. "That tickles! Ahahhahaha! It tickles! Sthahahhap! " Akari chuckled. His bad ass was such a "fake". He was too sweet, to cute!

Well at least when it came to him and their friends. He giggled himself, "That's kind of the point Leo! " He couldn't take it anymore.

The Cuban fell back against the soft grass, taking his boyfriend with him. Akari stopped as he squeaked. Leonardo had wrapped his arms around the smaller to protect him on landing.

Panting, he closed his eyes. "Your going to kill me one day with that, " he groaned. The other chuckled slightly. I thought that was this. He vibrated his hand so that the navel was lined up with the middle of his palm. Leonardo bucked so harshly that Akari was actually air born for a moment.

"That's it! " He pinned the other in the grass before lifting his arms. The way Akari squirmed and giggled with anticipation was almost enough to make Leonardo melt. Almost.

He danced his fingers into his boyfriend's hallows, making the pale knees rise to his chest before his shins started to dance about. "Eep! Thahaht tickles! " Leonardo chuckled before planting little kisses along Akari's cute face. "As you said before, kind of the point my dear! "

He began to tickle his ribs, making Akari squirm and bite his lip. This was more of a game now! He wasnt going to giggle or laugh if he could help it.

Leonardo smirked, accepting the challenge he released Akari's arms. The other pouted in co fusion before a look of horror came across his face. "Wait wait wait! No no, no, no, nahahahhaha! "

He screamed when Leo trapped his ankles between his legs and began to tickle his socked soles. He had removed the sneakers already. "Okay, I'm sorry! Plahahhehehahse nhohot there! "

He skittered by the toes earning a squeakish scream. Akari fell back just allowing ho self to shriek and scream. "Leo, " he cried every now and then.

Feeling merciful, Leonardo let up his attack. Grabbing the creamy ankle once more, he began to leave little kisses up his boyfriend's leg. Under the knee, between the thighs, to the hip, along the abdomen (blowing a tiny raspberry on the navel), in the middle of the chest, the side of his neck, to his rosy cheeks.

Akari giggled and squirmed slightly the whole time. "I love you, " Leo chuckled. "I love you too, " Akari giggled. "But you didn't answer me. Why would they make fun of you, " he panted, prodding at Leo's side.

Leonardo giggle and jerked away, leaving his tummy exposed. Akari took the bate, knocking him down. "Okay! Okay! I whahahnted thohoho impress you! "

Akari stopped, looking at him in disbelief. "What, " he laughed. Leonardo blushed slightly. "I wanted to get... A better shape... Like to impress you. " Akari smiled and planted a kiss on the Cuban's face.

"You do impress me! But if you want to get stronger, I won't stop you. " He gasped when he was lifted off the ground, bridal style. "Leo! " The other laughed.

"Oh, I so will be, " he cheered before spinning his lover around. Akari squealed, giggling like something out of a cheesy romance.

"I love you. "

"I love you too. "

#lekari #80's voltron #80s lance #80's klance #80's keith #akari kogane #leonardo mcclain #80's sven #80s allura #80s pidge #80s hunk #tickling #tickle #dorks in space