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giggly-squiggily · 4 months

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I need some Lee Jotaro in my life. He's so grumpy and needs to show his smile more often

As of writing this, I'm rewatching JJBA Part 3 and I just have a NEED for Polnareff and Kakyoin tickling the living daylights out of Jotaro- so here we are :D I hope you like it anon!

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“He’s quiet today.”

“He’s never been that talkative.”

“Yeah but he’s like, really quiet.

“You make a good point…”

Jotaro was quiet today. Not much for words, he at least made it a point to ask questions or give the old man some snark. Today though, he barely had the energy to do more than hum and nod; something that clearly threw off his hotel roommates.

“He’s not even glaring at us- wait, nevermind. He’s glaring now.”

“Oo, he looks mad! Think we’re the cause?”

“Of course we are- he’s looking straight at us- oh, he looked away.”

“Maybe it’s a Jostar thing-”

“Would you two shut the hell up?” He snapped, his patience thinning. “You’re annoying as hell!”

Kakyoin and Polareff seemed to be shocked by the sudden remark. Then they grinned, relieved almost. “He’s talking again!” The redhead cheered.

“Fantastique! Good for us!” The Frenchman agreed, performing his go- to handshake with the other. Jotaro sank further in his window seat, turning away with a low groan. It was times like this he wished he bunked with Avdol or the old man.

Of course, Grandpa Joseph never shut up, and Advol snored loudly. It was a lose lose either way.

“Oh, he’s mad again.” Kakyoin pointed out, shushing the pair as they stared at the Jostar before them. “Jojo, talk to us! What’s going on?”

“I told you already; you’re annoying.” He turned so his back was to them, leaning into the stiff cushions with a huff.

“I think not, monsieur. You were already like this when we got here.” Polnareff pointed out, getting up and walking over to the other. “Something on your mind?”

Jotaro responded by pulling his hat over his eyes, blocking the other out.

“Jotarooo~”

A one finger salute was what Polnareff got in return.

“Gah! My heart! You’ve wounded me!” Polnareff gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like he was actually struck. Doing a little twirl, he flopped unceremoniously across the younger man, half trapping him with his weight. “I’m not going to make it! Tell my wife I love her!”

“Get the hell off me! You don’t even have a wife!” Jotaro growled, trying to shove the other off. In his position however, combined with Polnareff’s dead weight, it proved near impossible. “Go lay on Kakyoin if you need a warm body to cuddle, you bastard!”

“Pfft, such a potty mouth!” The older man laughed, quickly trading positions as he took a seat on Jotaro’s hips, pushing the other on his back and squeezing at his ribs. “Back home, our Mère would threaten to wash our mouths out with soap if we even dared to mutter such words! Fortunately for you, I hate the taste of soap and wouldn’t put anyone else through it.”

“Polnareff!” The brunette seemed to stiffen up and squirm at once, jerkily grabbing at the Frenchman’s wrists as he simultaneously tried wiggling away, his seemingly permanent frown twitching against his set jaw. “St-Stop that! A-Ass! Fu-fuck off!”

“Oo, he’s big mad now!” kakyoin, who had been watching from the sidelines in glee, quickly got to his feet and ran over, sliding in to get at the base of Jotaro’s neck. “Come on Jojo- cheer up! Don’t be so grumpy!”

Well great- now he had two idiots tickling him! Jotaro was already struggling with Polarneff’s insistent fingers against the base of his ribs, and now he had Kakyoin going for that awful spot along his birthmark. He refused to give in! Screw these jackasses-

“Gehahahahah! Fuuhuhuhuck, nohohohoho!”

“Found it!” Polnareff laughed, his fingers pressing into the center rack of his ribcage, bringing forth an onslaught of giggles from the younger crusader. “There we are, now that wasn’t so hard to do, was it, Jotaro?”

“Look, he’s laughing! He’s laughing!” Kakyoin gloated, seemingly dazzled as he carried on massaging that terrible spot along his friend’s neck. “Jojo, you sound so cute!”

“The absolute cutest! A coochie coochie coo! A coochie coochie coo!”

“Shihihihiihiht! Fuhuhuhuhck! Aheahhahahhaha! Pohohoohohon! Kahahahhaaki! Enoohohoohohugh!” He was sure he was going to die. Between the Frenchman’s teasing tone to Kakyoin’s quick fingers, he was certain death was upon him. Forget Dio’s henchman; betrayal by two of the crusaders was his fate.

Just as he given up hope, a mutiny had begun.

“EEK!” Kakyoin squeaked with a yelp when Silver Charot’s sword poked his side, jabbing rapidly into his waist. “AHehahahahaha! Pohohoohohnareheheheehf! Whhahhat are yohohohou dohohohoihng?”

“Sorry Kakyoin; but I do believe we’ve tickled Jotaro far enough.” Grinning cheekily, he gave Jotaro’s hat a gentle knock before changing targets, lunging at the giggly redhead before him. “Now we get to tickle you!”

“Wahahait, whahahait-EHAHAH NOT THE LEHEHEHGS!”

As this went on, Jotaro let out a low, tired groan, pulling his hat over his face to hide the burning blush staining his cheeks. He was gonna kill those idiots-

Beside him, Kakyoin let out a dolphin-like shriek that sent Polnareff over the edge, the Frenchman collapsing half on top of him as he laughed himself silly. Kakyoin was losing it just as hard, half heartedly punching at the other man’s shoulder as he struggled to real in his goofy giggles. Jotaro felt any previous anger melt away near instantly, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulled his hat further down his face.

Fine, he wouldn’t kill them. Not today anyway.

Thanks for reading!

#JJBA #stardust crusaders #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #jotaro kujo #jean pierre polnareff #noriaki kakyoin #snuck some lee!Kak there in the end hehe #the boys being silly

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topazshadowwolf · 5 months

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You mentioned before that Lyra’s like pranks. Has Lyra ever pull any pranks on Nightmare and the gang?

Short answer: Yes.

Long answer: Under the cut or follow the link (2k words, folks)

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Lyra looked in the mirror and sighed.

She only had herself to blame. After all, they were trying to include her in their family the only way they understood how. It was nothing malicious or harmful in the long run, and after the initial shock, she did try to play it off as if she didn’t mind. Perhaps at the castle, she did not care… Nightmare said she looked just as beautiful to him.

Granted, he scolded the boys and likely stated that to make her feel better.

How many times had she seen them do pranks to each other and laughed? She loved pranks, really. But she hasn’t been pranked in ages… nor done one in a long time. So, when they did prank her, it took her by surprise, but she soon accepted what happened. It was when she left the safety of the castle to do her job as arbiter of balance that she became more self-conscious.

How could she not?

The white half of her fur was blue and filled with glitter. Nightmare’s boys had slipped fur dye and multicolor glitter into her shampoo bottle. To be fair, there was a blue tinge to her black fur as well, though with how dark the fur already was, it was hard to notice. All together, she was currently a shimmering giant blue-furred “monster.”

Even Dream apologized for his difficulty in not laughing.

Funnily enough, it was Blue who cheered her up. Telling her, she looked like the night sky and then encouraging her to embrace it for now since the dye wouldn’t easily wash out. (The boys were extremely apologetic. They had thought that they bought dye that would wash out after a few washes.)

In the meantime, Lyra planned her revenge. It had been so long since she had done a prank that she was at a loss. She couldn’t use food. That would not go well with Horror at all, so as much as she would like to bring them a pie that would make even someone who could tolerate hot, spicy foods wince, that was out of the question.

But that was when another idea popped into her mind, and she left the Omega Timeline to explore a multiverse market. It took a while, but she eventually found exactly what she sought. Now… how to modify it to make it do as she wanted? She had a feeling she could find an Alphys willing to help with the suitable bribe.

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Cross stood there holding the odd figurine that Balance, Lyra, seemed so happy to give them. He, unfortunately, was elected to be the one to accept this thing on behalf of the others. She claimed she forgave them and was fond of her new ‘spacey’ look. Cross debated if that was true, though, as this had to be the creepiest thing he had seen. It was some kind of short, squat, troll-like thing that was so ‘cute’ that it was no longer cute but terrifying. All four stared at it, unsure of what to say.

“it’s… nice,” Cross said with a smile that he hoped didn’t look awkward.

Lyra put her paws together and smiled, “I am happy you four like it. I saw it, and it reminded me of that movie we all watched together about the ring and the dragon.”

No… she was trying to be nice.

“where’d you… find this. looks… unique,” Dust said, trying his best to be polite.

“Oh! I found it in a market with some cute and interesting things. Well, a table over there were some things that I typically avoid. But those were on a different table from the one this adorable figure was on,” Lyra cooed.

“yeah… real cute…,” Killer said as he looked at the figurine.

“why don’t we put it on the shelf by the tv,” Horror said as he, thankfully, took the figure from Cross.

After some goodbyes, Lyra turned to leave to join Nightmare for some time together. A date that they won't say is a date but is. Cross and the others grabbed a fun fighting game they could play together with characters from other games. Cross had gotten good with Link, and he was now working on learning how to play Samus. Horror was playing Bowser. Killer was picking characters at random, while Dust was just sticking with Pikachu.

They continued to play for a while when all four jumped at the sound of cackling. The game paused as they looked around. “i know that was none of you…,” Killer frowned as he glared around the room.

“too high pitched,” Dust confirmed.

“please, killer can reach that octave,” Horror grinned.

“no, i don’t,” Killer snapped.

“wanna bet?” Horror’s grin grew to the point that it made everyone look nervous.

“horror has a point,” Dust started.

“no, he doesn’t!” Killer snapped.

“but since i am sitting by him, i can say that wasn’t him,” Dust finished.

“alright, so then who… or what was that?” Cross asked, and the room fell silent.

After a moment, Horror asked, “could’ve been a background noise for that stage?”

“we’ve played that one before…,” Dust muttered thoughtfully.

“i hate to say this,” Killer started.

“then don’t,” Dust grinned.

“just saying, the ghost might be back,” Killer pointed out.

The room fell silent as they all looked at each other. Then, slowly, Dust started, “i don’t think-” But he didn’t get any further than that when he was interrupted.

A high-pitched, screeching voice squealed out, “I’ll grind your bones to make my bread!”

Huh, Killer was right; he doesn’t quite reach that octave. Close though, from what Cross could tell amid the sound of his yelp and Horror yell nearly drowning out Killer’s scream. Silence fell again, and Cross looked to Dust, the ghost expert among them. He noticed that Dust was looking right at a shelf by the TV. The others joined in, staring at the figurine Lyra had given them.

Silence…

“ha, it’s a prank then, right? she’s getting us back for the fur dye?” Killer said without the confidence he was aiming for.

“i mean… tories like pranks too,” Horror grumbled.

“she seemed so happy to give it to us,” Cross said. “and… ya know… it reminded her of the hobbit.”

“what about that thing reminds anyone of anything from the hobbit?!” Killer blurted out.

“well… the troll scene?” Cross offered.

“kinda has an… odd… hobbit look to it, i guess?” Horror added.

“i… lyra…,” Dust started, then frowned. “it just… it was a gift.”

“... wait, what did she say about the table next to that thing?” Killer asked.

“had stuff she didn’t deal with,” Horror answered.

“like… occult stuff?” Killer pressed, and they all paused and looked at the figurine.

Dust’s eyelights had a flash of understanding as he put the information together, then he frowned. “it might have been… affected.”

“Such scared little skeletons you are!” The voice screeched.

“yeah, i’m done being here,” Dust said as he jumped up from the sofa and started out of the room.

“you weren’t scared of the ghost! this is a prank,” Killer replied.

“yeah, well, not sure i trust this is a prank,” Dust replied, and the other three looked at each other before Cross sprang up to follow Dust.

“if dust isn’t staying here, neither am i,” Cross said.

“yeah, i’m out too,” Horror added as he stood to leave with Killer close on his heels.

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“Honestly, I feel like the author didn’t fully understand the message he was trying to convey,” Nightmare said as he flipped to a part in the book he marked. This was their little book club. Once a month, they pick a book to go through more thoroughly than usual and discuss. He enjoyed this. Time spent with Lyra was always worth it; and this allowed him to exercise his more analytical side. “Here is an example of what I mean-” He started and prepared to read the part that undermined the story's message.

“occult, the word you want to make sure you use is occult,” Dust said as he suddenly appeared in the room. Nightmare blinked as he looked up, seeing the hooded skeleton hurry over and climb up on the back of the sofa that Nightmare and Lyra were sitting on. He appeared shaken but didn’t feel that way. Instead, there was a feeling of amusement and sliness emitting from him.

The smaller skeleton was wedging himself behind Nightmare as a scared child might their parent. “What is this about?” Nightmare asked with a frown as the other three came dashing into the room.

“no fair shotcutting!” killer snapped.

“don’t care, got the safest spot,” Dust replied.

“What is going on?” Nightmare pressed, wanting to know as he felt fear coming from the others.

“uh… look… lyra,” Cross started, hesitantly.

“it’s cursed,” Killer then stated.

“What is… Oh! The figurine?” Lyra asked.

“move over, dusty,” Killer insisted as he gave the other a push.

“i’m as far back here as i can get; just get on the sofa on the other side,” Dust argued and shoved Killer back.

Killer just pushed again, wedging Dust further behind Nightmare, and the dark guardian sighed. “I do not know what antics are going on, but enough,” He said as he watched Cross and Horror move to the sofa to find some way to crowd themselves on, too.

“They seem to think the gift I brought them is cursed,” Lyra said with a frown.

Glee was rolling off of her as she watched.

“Is that so,” Nightmare frowned and folded his arms, though he was starting to understand what was happening. Honestly, the boys deserved a good pranking from her after what they did. “And what makes you think she brought a cursed item into my castle? Do you not think a guardian would recognize when something is cursed?”

“it was talking… and laughing,” Cross explained.

“ceramic figurines don’t usually talk, boss,” Horror pointed out.

“I know the table next to it had some occult-type objects, but I highly doubt any of that affected it,” Lyra said with concern that was not matched by her emotions.

Cross and Horror were now trying to fit in on the other side behind him, and Nightmare frowned, “You four are adults. On top of that, you are among the most feared Sanses of the multiverse. Stop hiding behind me like scared children and just go get it so I can examine this ‘cursed’ object,”

“i’m not going back there,” Horror declared, and there was agreement among them.

“Give me strength,” Nightmare muttered under his breath before he stood. “Come, now, all of you.”

“boss,” Killer whined.

“Now!” Nightmare snapped. And with that, the four got off the sofa and followed along behind Nightmare like little ducklings.

Ah… yes… his terrifying henchmen following behind him like small, fluffy, baby birds.

Amusement was coming from both Lyra and Dust as they all walked down the hall to the entertainment room. Fear was coming from the rest.

“Where is this… thing you are all so scared of?” Nightmare asked.

“s’over there, on that shelf near the tv,” Killer said.

As Nightmare walked closer, he saw what must be the “cursed” object and frowned. He felt no magic coming from it, even as he picked it up. Looking it over, he sighed and shot a glare at the four, who quickly cowered. “Honestly? You four as scared of-”

Sharp, loud, and high-pitched cackling caused Nightmare to wince as it hurt his acute hearing. It caused him to drop the figurine, but a tendril caught it before it hit the floor. Blinking, he looked down at the object that was now silent.

“see?” Cross said as he stepped closer. “there’s… something off with it.”

“Here, I know how to break this curse,” Lyra announced as she walked closer, turned the object over, and flipped a small switch on the bottom. “There, no more curse.”

Cross took the figurine and looked at the switch, and Nightmare could sense his embarrassment as he understood what was happening. “ah, geez,” Cross started to laugh.

“so wait, i was right?!” Killer exclaimed, “i was the first to suggest that it was a prank!”

“So, then, why did you come scurrying to me?” Nightmare asked.

“lyra just… doesn’t seem like the type to do that, and she was so happy to give it to us,” Cross said.

“Is that so…,” Nightmare sighed and rubbed his head. He then looked at Lyra, who was grinning slyly, “Not a word, please. I do not want to know how things will go from now on if our enemies knew this lot is that superstitious.”

“Oh, trust me, seeing what I saw today was all I needed,” She replied happily.

“And, Dust, if you figured it out, why did you not tell the others?” Nightmare asked, and everyone looked at Dust. The hooded skeleton took a step back at this attention.

“figured… lyra deserved her revenge,” Dust muttered.

With that, Nightmare sighed. He set the figurine on the shelf with a chuckle, “That she did. Well done playing along so she could have that.”

#When you ask a question and get a fic in response #:3 #Dadmare #FuzzyNight #Lyra!Toriel #Balance!Toriel #Killer!Sans #Dust!Sans #Cross!Sans #Horror!Sans #The boys being silly

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