#lee!lilith

It was a peaceful afternoon at the Owl House—well, as peaceful as things ever got. Luz, Amity, Gus, and Willow were sprawled out on the floor, playing a competitive round of Hexes Hold ’Em, while King paced around, acting like an overexcited commentator.

Meanwhile, Lilith sat gracefully in an armchair, sipping her tea and trying to pretend she wasn’t surrounded by absolute chaos.

“I raise you two snails and a teleportation glyph,” Luz declared dramatically.

Amity smirked. “Bold, but I counter with an illusion spell.”

Gus leaned in. “Ohh, things are heating up.”

Eda sauntered into the room, tossing an apple in the air. She glanced at her sister and suddenly smirked. “Hey, kids, wanna see something funny?”

Luz perked up. “Uh, obviously, yes.”

Eda cracked her knuckles. “Watch and learn.”

Before Lilith could react, Eda reached over and gave her a quick poke to the ribs.

Lilith jolted so hard she nearly spilled her tea. “Eda!” she snapped, shooting her sister a glare.

But it was too late—the kids had noticed.

“Wait a second…” Luz’s eyes widened.

“She’s ticklish!” Gus gasped, grinning.

Lilith’s face went pale. “No, absolutely not. That was merely an… involuntary reaction.”

Willow smirked. “Oh, that’s exactly what a ticklish person would say.”

Luz slowly wiggled her fingers. “Soooo, Lilith… if you’re not ticklish, you wouldn’t mind if we just… tested that theory?”

Lilith shot up. “Absolutely not—”

But before she could escape, the kids pounced. Amity grabbed one arm, Luz grabbed the other, while Gus and Willow darted straight for her sides. King cheered them on from the sidelines.

“NO—WAIT!” Lilith shrieked as the tickling began. Within seconds, she was in absolute hysterics, thrashing and laughing uncontrollably.

“Ohhhh, wow,” Luz teased, scribbling her fingers under Lilith’s arms. “You are so ticklish, Lilith!”

“Pffft—HAHAHA—CEASE THIS AT ONCE!” Lilith howled, trying to kick her legs.

“‘Cease this at once’?” Gus repeated, laughing. “Wow, even when she’s being tickled to death, she still sounds like a fancy old lady.”

Willow grinned. “Aw, what’s wrong, Lilith? Can’t handle a few little tickles?”

“Yeah, I thought you were supposed to be all serious and intimidating!” Luz teased, squeezing her sides again.

“I—I AM!” Lilith tried to argue, but the giggles ruined any chance of sounding threatening.

Amity smirked, lightly skittering her fingers over Lilith’s ribs. “Doesn’t sound like it.”

Lilith’s face was turning red, her laughter now silent as she gasped for breath. “E-Eda! HELP ME!”

Eda leaned against the wall, casually munching on her apple. “Nah, I think I’ll let this one play out.”

After another solid minute of relentless tickling, the kids finally let up, collapsing into laughter themselves as Lilith slumped back into her chair, a mess of giggles and exhaustion.

Gus wiped a tear from his eye. “That was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Amity nodded. “Agreed. We should do this way more often.”

Lilith sat up, trying (and failing) to regain her dignity. “You are all insufferable.”

Luz grinned. “And you, Lilith Clawthorne, are extremely ticklish.”

Willow giggled. “Guess we know your real weakness now.”

Lilith crossed her arms, trying to look menacing. “You will all regret this.”

Eda chuckled. “Oh, I highly doubt that.”

The Owl House was unusually quiet that evening. Luz and King were out, leaving Eda and Lilith alone for the night. The two sisters sat at the table, Eda casually sipping from her oversized mug while Lilith organized some scrolls.

“You know,” Eda said with a smirk, “it’s been a while since we had some real sisterly bonding time.”

Lilith sighed. “Eda, if this is another one of your schemes—”

“Relax, Lilith,” Eda interrupted. “I was just thinking… we used to have a lot of fun as kids. Remember when we used to mess with each other? Play little games?”

Lilith raised an eyebrow. “You mean when you used to prank me endlessly?”

Eda grinned. “Exactly. And I just thought—maybe it’s time for some payback.”

Before Lilith could protest, Eda flicked her wrist, and in an instant, magical golden ropes appeared, wrapping around Lilith’s wrists and ankles, pinning her to her chair.

“Eda!” Lilith gasped, struggling. “Unbind me this instant!”

Eda leaned back, admiring her handiwork. “Oh, I don’t think so. You see, dear sister, I know something you always hated as a kid.”

Lilith’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Eda wiggled her fingers mischievously. “Oh, I would.”

Without hesitation, she lightly danced her fingers over Lilith’s sides. Lilith immediately flinched, her prim and proper demeanor cracking as she bit her lip to stifle a giggle.

“Still ticklish, huh?” Eda smirked, increasing the intensity, skittering her fingers over Lilith’s ribs and stomach.

Lilith burst into uncontrollable laughter, twisting in the chair. “E-Eda! Stop—hahahaha—this is u-undignified!”

“That’s the best part!” Eda teased, playfully scribbling her fingers under Lilith’s arms. Lilith shrieked, thrashing in her restraints, her laughter echoing through the Owl House.

After a few more moments of ticklish torment, Eda finally relented, snapping her fingers to release the magical ropes. Lilith slumped forward, panting, her face red with laughter and indignation.

“You,” she huffed, catching her breath, “are an absolute menace.”

Eda shrugged. “I prefer ‘chaotic genius.’”

Lilith glared, but a smirk tugged at her lips. “You do realize this means war.”

Eda chuckled. “Oh, bring it on, sis.”

Eda doesn't have that ticklish of a tummy, if she's caught off guard she might snort a bit and giggle. But that's about it.