Ler Things Lees Adore!!!

Ler Things Lees Adore!!!

1. Pre-tickle chase-and-catch/Being chased or cornered in general

2. “I’m gonna getchu!”/“Here I/it come(s)!”

3. When the ler’s fingers loom over one spot to build suspense but then they dive into a totally different spot tO SCARE THE EVER-LOVING S H I T OUT OF YOU!?!

4. RASPBERRIES WITH FACIAL HAIR!!! AAAAAAA!!!

5. Ler + foot massage = One THOUSAND percent guaranteed tickles!! NO DENYING IT!!!

6. Ler reacting to Lee’s shit-talk and teaches the Lee a lesson the hard way using RELENTLESS TICKLES!!

7. “Don’t make me tickle you!” *Lee provokes Ler more* “…That’s it, c'mere you!”

8. No seriously whiskers/stubble make raspberries so much better I can’t even do this to my neck n o w !!

9. “What was that noise? That was adorable! Let’s try hearing it again, shall we?”

10. B A B Y T A L K !!!

11. Tickles during hugs and you can’t escape??? Help!?!

12. Ler sitting on you while tickling you like bitch just try to get outta this one

Fatgum is really very strong and sexy!😳 Really cute!! 💞 Together with Tamaki forming a lovely couple! Would it be possible for a drawing where Fatgum is tickled, as a joke, by Tamaki!? Please!!!🙏🙏🙏 -///-

the boy tried

The Afton Family Reunion

Chapter 1: A Surprise Visit

The Afton kids have been brought over to their father’s workplace for a surprise visit! The Afton kids get to reunite with their favorite animatronic characters, and introduce their new 2 year old brother: Chris!

Tons of cuteness and silliness ensue…

I don’t know how many parts there are going to be. But, I know there will be at least 2 parts to this. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Mischief Managed

I know, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I’ve had this idea playing around in my head for a while. I love the MCU’s version of the Cloak of Levitation and how it bonded with Strange throughout the MCU films so far. I like to think that it has a very playful side that it never got a chance to explore with its previous masters. That and there are barely any t-fics out there involving Strange. We need more of those! So I hope this inspires some of you writers out there. <3 And yes, I know the title is Harry Potter-related… and I solemnly swear that this cloak is definitely up to no good. ;)

Stephen had been alone in his room for over an hour. He had gone there to meditate without being disturbed so he could calm his mind and body, as he often did after studying or training. This time he found himself unable to concentrate. The Cloak of Levitation had been following him around the Sanctum for nearly three days straight and at the moment it was floating right beside him. The cloak had never been this clingy before and he needed answers. Stephen wandered the Sanctum until he finally found Wong in one of the artifact rooms.

“Something troubling you, Strange?” Wong asked. The look on Stephen’s face worried him. 

“What can you tell me about the Cloak of Levitation?” Stephen looked over his shoulder and back to Wong. “I understand it’s a sentient being, but I don’t get why it’s so attached to me. It’s been my shadow for days and it’s weirding me out.”

Wong chuckled, clasping his hands behind his back as he exited the room and walked down the hall. He gestured with a nod of his head for Strange to follow. They walked in silence until they reached the library.

“What is it you wish to know?” Wong asked as he turned down an aisle. 

“The Ancient One looked uncomfortable when she saw me with it. She called it fickle, as if it wasn’t normal to connect with someone like me. Mordo didn’t believe me when I told him what happened either.” Stephen flexed his fingers out and curled them into fists a few times. All of his nerves seemed to be on edge. 

“What can you remember about the day it came to you?”

“I walked by its cabinet. It was just floating in there. Actually, I felt like it was looking at me. When I was fighting with Kaecilius, he knock- we crashed through the cabinet. He went to stab me with whatever the hell weapon he had, and I saw the cloak reach out and catch it before it got to me.” Stephen thought back to the day the Sanctum was attacked. It made him feel uneasy. He crossed his arms over his chest and clenched them as he spoke. “It kept fending him off and then it kept me from breaking my neck. It just grabbed onto me and stopped me from falling. I thought it was just trying to fight Kaecilius or defend the Sanctum by using me, but…”

“Now you realize that it chose to stay with you for a reason. And you question its judgment.” Wong skittered his fingers across a line of books. The whole shelf and its books were coated in a layer of dust that dissipated as he touched each book. “Ah, here it is.” He pulled a fairly heavy volume from the shelf with both hands and passed it to Stephen.

“What’s this, an instruction manual?” Stephen blew the dusty coating off of the book and cleared his throat. His eyes squinted to avoid the particles he’d set free as he read the title. “Mystical Beings, Ancient Relics, and Lost Dialects – A Collection. Just a good coffee table book you happen to have laying around?”

“The answers you seek will be in there. I’ll leave you to it then.” Wong turned towards the doorway and began to walk away.

“Wait, where are you going? What if I have questions?” Stephen thumbed through the stack of pages and looked to his friend with a sigh. “Can’t you just tell me a page number or something?”

“You have quite a bit of reading to do. We never stop being students, Stephen. Even a master of the Mystic Arts will always have things to learn.” Wong disappeared down the hall.

“You know, if I wanted nonsense like that, I’d open a fortune cookie,” Stephen grumbled to himself. He cradled the book open in one arm and casually flipped through a few pages. This book looked more like a journal. Most of the pages contained handwritten entries instead of printed spells, giving first-hand detailed accounts of battles and encounters with other mystical creatures. There were many pages dedicated to experiences with different relics, but nothing about the Cloak of Levitation in particular. Stephen sighed, suddenly feeling that he was being watched.

“May I help you?” Stephen asked aloud without looking up from the book. He heard the distinctive ruffling of the cloak’s material behind him. Looking over his shoulder, he could see the garment swaying somewhat anxiously. He kept his focus the book and continued to flip through pages as he paced up and down the aisle. The cloak trailed closely behind him, continuing to float from side to side in an attempt to get his attention. The quicker Stephen walked, the more rapidly the cloak fluttered to keep up. Stephen stood still and closed his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a slow heavy breath. “I’m trying to concentrate. Unless you know how to read this book and can tell me what page to flip to, I need you to give me some space.” He watched the cloak instantly wilt and its collar hang forward. “Don’t be like that. Come on.” He started to walk again and turned down another aisle. “I swear, you’re worse than an antsy puppy,” he said under his breath. Stephen felt a sharp poke at his side, causing him to tense up. “Hey!” He placed the open book down onto the table beside him shortly before a poke was felt on his other side. This time he flinched. “What is the matter wi- AH!” Stephen received a poke on both of his sides simultaneously before he could finish his question. “Cut it out!” 

Book back in hand, Stephen walked around a bookshelf and down another aisle. He heard the flutter of fabric and felt his heart begin to pound. This was getting out of hand now. He immediately opened a portal to another room of the Sanctum. Cradling the book under his arm, the sorcerer stepped through the portal and closed it before the cloak could reach him. What he didn’t realize was that the cloak had seen what room the portal was leading to before it closed.

“Christ, this is like a bad horror movie.” Stephen looked around, thinking of where else he could hide just to get a few minutes of peace to read. And then he heard it, what became his equivalent to the **ch-ch-ch-ah-ah-ah** sounds from the Friday the 13th films. Rustle, rustle, rustle. Beginning to panic, Stephen opened another portal into a different room of the Sanctum. He couldn’t concentrate enough to open one anywhere outside of the building. Thankfully, he was able to get into the next room and close the portal before he was seen.

Stephen found himself in a nearly empty room surrounded by some more bookshelves, a few boxes, and a few stray pieces of furniture. He just needed a safe space to read. A safe space, that’s it. I’m an idiot, he thought. With a wave of his hand, Stephen opened an entrance into the mirror dimension and stepped through it. No one would be able to see him, especially the cloak. He sat on the floor and crossed his legs, setting the book in his lap. He had only read through a handful of pages when he saw something move in his peripheral vision. He looked up.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Stephen’s overprotective relic was floating around the room. He knew that it couldn’t see him, so he attempted to focus on reading the book. The cloak floated right by his face and made him flinch. “Christ!” Again, he tried to read through another page. After barely scanning through a paragraph, Stephen realized that the cloak was circling him. Stephen buried his face in his hands, exhaling sharply through his fingers. Was he wrong? Could it see him from outside the mirror dimension? It didn’t matter. He couldn’t keep his focus on anything under these conditions. He stood slowly and exited the safety of the mirror dimension.

The cloak immediately swirled around its master and securely wrapped itself around his waist. Stephen dropped the book on a table and lightly patted the fabric. He waited a few seconds to be released. When the cloak refused to let him go, the sorcerer started to worry. His palms gently pushed at the cloak. “Okay, personal space. You can let go now.” He pushed at it again, and then paused. “Oh no. No. Stop that.” Stephen felt the cloak deliver light pokes to different spots around his waist. “Enou-HAH!” He didn’t mean to, but he let a short laugh escape his lips. The cloak unraveled itself from around his waist and floated from side to side above him in an offensive but playful stance, ready to strike again. “This isn’t funny! I will put you back in that cabinet!” The sorcerer pointed a scolding finger at the relic. The cloak wildly snapped out at all ends, showing what Stephen took to be a combination of shock and possibly anger. Its two lower corners shook violently before the entire fabric became a blur of crimson speeding straight for Stephen. “Oh shit.” He put two shaking hands up in defense as he stepped back to brace for impact. “I didn’t mean that.” The cloak stopped a mere few inches from his face. “Really. I’m sorry.” He watched the relic lean its collar from side to side, assuming that it was thinking over his apology. A few seconds later, the fabric whirled around him and settled on his shoulders, nuzzling the corners of its collar against his cheeks. Strange sighed and dropped his arms. “Alright, settle down now. It’s okay. Just don’t poke me any-HEY!” The cloak was in far too playful a mood for his liking and getting dangerously close to learning something about its master that he wished to remain unknown. 

Stephen lifted his arms and crossed his wrists just under his chin in an attempt to start a barrier spell, but the cloak was too smart and too quick. Before he could bring his hands down, his upper body had been wrapped and restrained almost like a mummy within the folds of the cloak. Strange’s eyes widened when he saw the lower corners of fabric rising up near his sides. Now he truly panicked.

“This is ridiculous. You’re supposed to obey me and I order you to let me go and stop this nonsense.” Stephen immediately regretted making his demand. This time, the cloak did not poke him. It launched a full skittering assault up and down both sets of his ribs. The sorcerer screamed. He bent forward and tried desperately to pull his arms free. He could feel laughter bubbling in his chest. “Don’t!” 

Continuing to panic, Stephen pushed one of his sides up against a chair in an attempt to block the attack. This only caused the cloak to double its efforts. It folded its fabric into small claws and vibrated them under Stephen’s ribs. He couldn’t fight off the tickling sensations any longer and laughter began sneaking through his lips.

“Sssstohohop!” The velvet claws changed their positions and moved to his stomach. Stephen immediately tried to double over and block the cloak, only succeeding in losing his balance and falling to his knees. A low growl left his throat as he tried to cover any more laughter that threatened to escape him. “Stop ihihihihihit!” he begged through gritted teeth. Stephen lost what was left of his composure and fell face-down onto the rug, now laughing freely. No matter how much he squirmed, how desperately he pleaded, or how much force he used to attempt to pull his arms free, nothing helped. He even tried to curl into a ball to block the more sensitive areas of his abdomen, but the cloak wouldn’t allow it. In addition to the constant assault on his midsection, the cloak now added repeated flutters of its collar points at Stephen’s neck. The man let out a very embarrassing uncharacteristic squeal and started shaking his head back and forth while scrunching his shoulders to counteract the ticklish feelings. “Nonononono. What do you wahahahant?!” 

Stephen really could not handle much more of the cloak’s antics. His muscles were sore. His mind was exhausted. He could swear that his lungs were actually on fire. Strange contemplated calling for Wong, but his pride prevented him from letting anyone witness such a scene. Even if he did call out, his voice was so hoarse that he could barely whisper.  The sorcerer managed to turn over and sit up on the floor despite still trying to stifle his laughter and struggling to break free from the cloak. He reached his breaking point and any sense of composure he had left was thrown to the wind. He abandoned his struggling and slumped against a table leg while now laughing freely. Tears had squeezed from his tightly shut eyes and left trails over his cheekbones. Stephen had been laughing so hard that he started hiccupping as he tried to catch his breath. All of a sudden, the cloak peeled itself away and floated back a few feet from him. 

“Oh, no more. I can’t. I give.” Stephen collapsed into a still-giggling heap on the floor with his eyes closed and stretched his limbs out. It took several minutes for his breathing to calm down to a manageable pace. “What. Was. That. For?” He opened his eyes and looked up at the garment that hovered over him. “Were you trying to kill me?” The cloak jolted backwards and zoomed down towards Stephen. His knees went up in anticipation of another attack, but relaxed as the crimson fabric hugged one of his arms and rubbed its collar into his shoulder. A shaking hand reached up and soothingly pet the relic. “Alright, alright. Just please don’t ever do that again.” Stephen dropped his arm back down and closed his eyes again. He didn’t even have enough energy to sit back up yet. “If you let anyone know about this…” He opened his eyes again to see the cloak shaking its collar. “Good. I just want to read this so I can understand you better. Don’t you want that?” The cloak lifted its collar slowly as if it had just realized what Stephen had been trying to do. It released him and hung still in the air beside him. “Thank you.” Ignoring the soreness in his abdominal muscles, Stephen pushed himself into a sitting position and opened the book again.

“I’m never going to find anything in this.” Stephen thumbed through a few pages. An image caught his eye and he swiped a few pages back. The page he landed on had handwritten entries with an etching of the Cloak of Levitation at the top. “I take that back.” Looking closer at the words, every paragraph or so had different handwriting. They were different entries from previous masters who had bonded with it. Every master was different. Some of them weren’t even human. They had different genders, some didn’t have a gender at all. Stephen carefully read each entry, but nothing written on the pages so much as hinted at answering his question. “I put back what I took back, this is pointless.” He pushed the book across the table with a growl.

“It’s precisely what kept you from greatness. Arrogance and fear still keep you from learning the simplest and most significant lesson of all.” “Which is?” “It’s not about you.”

“Still seeing through me, even when you’re gone.” Stephen’s last moments with the Ancient One echoed in his mind as vividly as if they’d only just happened. He sighed and pulled the book towards himself again to reread the scribbled inserts. This time, he tried not to look for answers. Everyone the cloak bonded to in the past seemed to have the same issue. They didn’t do anything to gain the relic’s loyalty or even ask for it. It was as if the cloak simply made a free choice to bond with each master, including Stephen.  Even though each relationship was different, it was clear in each entry that each was initiated by the cloak.

“You don’t look for a common link. The defining quality that bonds you to a master is that there is no defining quality.” Placing an elbow on his knee, Stephen rested his head against his fist and looked at the cloak in disbelief. “You really just inherently know if someone is worthy and you bond to them without question. You’re Like Thor’s hammer, I guess.”

“I hope you found the answers you were searching for.” Wong appeared at the top of the stairs. He cast a suspicious gaze at the sorcerer. “Although, I thought you would have found it down in the library.”

“You could have just told me instead of your teaching moment bullshit, you know.” Stephen closed the book and swatted it down heavily into Wong’s outstretched hands. “You have no idea what l went through to figure this all out.”

“Where would the fun be if I gave you all the answers?” Wong chuckled to himself as he adjusted the book under one of his arms. “As I said before, you still have much to learn. I remember in the beginning, you scoffed at the very idea of all of this. You did not think yourself worthy of it even after accepting the existence of it all. Look at how far you’ve come. The cloak knew your worth then.”

“You at least could have warned me at any time about this one’s mischievous streak,” Stephen said, nodding his head towards the cloak beside him. The cloak spun around happily until it saw its master raise a questioning brow. The relic then sheepishly curled itself against Stephen’s shoulder again.

“And break the tradition of warnings coming after they are needed?” Wong smirked at his friend. 

“I think I liked you better when you were just an uptight pain in the ass.” Stephen folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against a desk. He was still trying to catch his breath. “You should leave the jokes to me before you hurt yourself,” he teased. His body froze when the cloak settled on his shoulders. He couldn’t handle another round of its antics and certainly not with an audience on top of it. Stephen exhaled a thankful breath when the relic simply rested.

“You’ve been training and studying too hard. The mind and body both need proper rest and relaxation to remain healthy.” Wong turned away and walked toward the staircase. He stopped just short of the top step and glanced back at Stephen. “The world is not in eminent danger for the time being. Take advantage. Don’t be so serious. Maybe laugh a little.” He descended the staircase smiling.

“Oh no.” Stephen heard the cloak’s ends rustle.

Ticklish Tamaki, my beloved!! 🪶💜˚✧₊⁎ 。(*⁰▿⁰*)

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