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squeaky-n-blushy · 28 days ago

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no one's looking, quick squeaky, post headcanons for a series almost no one here knows.

WORD OF HONOR TK HCs

(specifically post-canon Wenzhou. i won't be including much about the first time they fooled around with tickling, because i'm saving that for a fic 🤫)

≪ 🪭 ≫ Wen Kexing ≪ 🪭 ≫

• Switch. Ler-Leaning in the sense that he gets more ler moods than lee moods, but dynamic-wise he gets as good as he gives.

• He is absolutely delighted by tickling now that he can afford to immerse himself in the experience. Wen Kexing was already happy to be all touchy with Zhou Zishu when he got nothing but an annoyed eye roll in return, now you're telling him he can be touchy AND get his zhiji to smile and laugh uncontrollably?

• He knew what tickling was, of course, remembering it vaguely from when he was a child and occasionally seeing it during his wandering. Though growing up he never indulged in it aside from things like a quick pinch or scribble to Gu Xiang's side, just for the sake of messing with her or getting her to loosen up a little. (Only a little, hence the shortness of his attacks. He couldn't give her the impression that it was safe to drop her guard in the Ghost Valley. Nor could he get lost in the playful moment for that very same reason.)

• But when he found out Zhou Zishu was ticklish, oohhh, suddenly he yearned for experiences.

• He will stare, transfixed and with a massive grin, at Zhou Zishu as he laughs his head off, and he will cling to the older man like an octopus as he tickles him silly.

• Is constantly chattering and teasing, to no one's surprise. He'll recite every bit of flattering poetry there is to recite while he drives his husband to giggly hysterics. He's partial to poetry and proverbs that emphasize his A-Xu's beauty, because how could Zhou Zishu with a broken composure, red cheeks from laughing and a blinding smile not be the most beautiful sight he's ever seen?

• This is a given, as far as Wen Kexing has a say on the matter, Zhou Zishu's shoulder blades will never again have a day of peace. Zhou Zishu in general will never again have a day of peace, but the shoulder blades are Wen Kexing's favorite targets. When he doesn't straight up launch a full-on tickle attack, he'll sneak up behind Zhou Zishu and skitter his nails on the skin before casually starting conversation as if he didn't do anything. If questioned, he'll flash a teasy little smile and "A-Xu, what's the purpose of beauty if it can't be appreciated?"

• Sometimes it's like an urge possesses him and he just has to destroy his partner with tickling and affection. He'll drape himself all over Zhou Zishu, which he doesn't bat an eye at because it's far from unusual, and strike, teasing hands anywhere he can reach and incessant kissing and nuzzling at Zhou Zishu's neck and ears.

• He'll jump Zhou Zishu for just about anything, there doesn't need to be any particular reason. But god forbid he's ever bored. Zhou Zishu knows that a bored Wen Kexing is a dangerous Wen Kexing. If he can't find a situation to entertain himself with, then he will create one.

• Usually very enthusiastic and playful in his methods, it's like his fingers move at lightning speed. But he's quick and eager (too eager, really) to adapt if he notices Zhou Zishu reacts better to gentler, slower touches in certain spots or during certain moments. At times Wen Kexing himself gravitates to gentleness too. Like when they wake up in each other's arms, soft rays of the early morning sun basking Zhou Zishu in a heavenly light, and Wen Kexing feels incredibly sappy.

• Speaking of waking up, of course Wen Kexing tickles Zhou Zishu out of bed when he feels too lazy to get up in the mornings.

• "A-Xu, I'm cold" or "A-Xu, my hands are cold" translates to: A-Xu, I'm about to tickle you silly. The big powerful immortal who cannot feel cold anymore will pretend to be freezing as an excuse to latch onto Zhou Zishu and do what was stated above. It doesn't matter if Zhou Zishu gives in with an exasperated huff or tries to half-heartedly avoid what's coming, Wen Kexing will bury his hands on each of his ticklish spots to "warm them up."

• He's cuddly before the tickling, he's cuddly during the tickling (both because he can't resist touching Zhou Zishu and because the latter gets flustered by it), and he's cuddly after the tickling, once Zhou Zishu allows. Aftercare consists of pampering and lavishing praises at his beautiful A-Xu about how well he did, and commentary about what Wen Kexing liked the most. He'll fuss over him all the while playfully acting overly concerned, fixing his hair and smoothing even the smallest wrinkles on his robes like it's the most important task in the world, biting back a grin as Zhou Zishu tenses whenever he reaches for somewhere sensitive even though Wen Kexing is being careful not to tickle.

• As for the development of his Lee side, well......

• Stage one: Giddy panic. The second he realizes Zhou Zishu is out for revenge, he's nearly consumed by the urge to giggle uncontrollably and will do everything in his power to keep it from happening. No one's ever tickled him since he was a young child, and the thought of rediscovering that sensation was equal parts thrilling and flustering. He's not above making a run for it or dodging Zhou Zishu's attempts like it's a matter of life or death. And he's not above starting a sparring match- just as Zhou Zishu usually does in Wen Kexing's shoes- to keep the man's fingers far away from any sensitive areas. When he falls victim to Zhou Zishu either way, it's Squirming And Whining Time. He'll trash around like he's being murdered, letting out the shrillest protests against the "cruelty" he's facing and screeching out pleas that he doesn't mean.

• Stage two: Don't Be Suspicious. In which he first realizes being destroyed by Zhou Zishu is great, actually, and has fun provoking his husband into giving him what he wants without actually asking for it. In stage two he's even more of a pest than normal, being a tease at every opportunity. He'll sneak a couple pokes several times throughout the day, every "A-Xu~" will sound extra coquettish and drawn out, and he'll make a show out of stretching and exposing all his vulnerable spots as many times as socially acceptable and then some.

• Stage three: Shameless. Um, he would like to be paid attention to, please. Why is he not being paid attention to? A-Xu, A-Xu, will you really be so cruel as to deprive this poor husband of affection? After we've gone to such great lengths for each other? After we've bared our hearts and souls to one another? A-Xu, Aaaa-Xuuuuuuu.....

• He jumps back and forth through the three stages by the way. It depends on the day. After the initial embarrassment of rediscovering he's more ticklish than he remembered has worn off, his default is stage two when it comes to lee moods.

• Always very squirmy even when he literally asks to be tickled, he can't help it. Or, well, he could, but he doesn't want to have to exert that self-control. He'll always blush to heaven and back when Zhou Zishu pins him down to keep him still, but that doesn't stop him from suggesting it himself when he's feeling shameless. ("You've been pestering me all day for this, quit squirming so much." "I guess A-Xu will have to pin me then~)

• His reactions are immediate and he is loud, there's no holding them back. Forget those graceful chuckles he lets out when he's acting cocky or playful, when he's being tickled we enter a whole new territory. Spots that are sensitive but not devastatingly so coax out the bubbliest of giggles that he just cannot stop. And his worst spots,,,, we're talking continuous high-pitched screaming, and he is extremely embarrassed by it.

• Demands extensive cuddle time after he's been thoroughly wrecked and he is going to complain if Zhou Zishu gets up for anything. Additionally, he also likes to massage Zhou Zishu's hands, which he can only do if you stay put, A-Xu.

≪ 🗡️ ≫ Zhou Zishu ≪ 🗡️ ≫

• Also a Switch. As to which side he leans towards- It's complicated? We'll get to that soon.

• Like Wen Kexing, his only personal experiences with tickling happened when he was young (though not as young as the other), before he was given responsibility over Siji Manor and before everything went down to shit. He goofed around a bit on tickle fights with his sect brothers while he was still a disciple, and, after that, occasionally with Jing Beiyuan. But it was just mindless roughhousing, no vulnerability involved.

• Having his zhiji, the one person be could be entirely vulnerable with, tickle him for the first time was..... something. It brought back a bunch of memories of that period during his early years where he could easily allow himself to be vulnerable without a second thought. Unlike Wen Kexing, who was nothing but happy to make up for lost time, Zhou Zishu felt a stab of pain over what he had lost. Which snuffed out any desire to play around.

• It took a little while for him to allow himself to cave into Wen Kexing's playful wishes. Seeing the expression of pure, genuine glee on his shidi's face each time he hesitantly gave in eased him into it (and made it worth it.)

• Doesn't particularly mind nor care for the sensation of being tickled itself, at first, even if it is a bit overwhelming. He lets Wen Kexing have his way because it makes the younger man incandescently happy, which made him happy in return, and because he enjoys Wen Kexing's teasing, which he won't admit to.

• It's after the hypersensitivity deriving from the restoration of his senses fades that he starts to have more fun with it. It's nice to not think for a while, and he always ends up feeling lighter afterwards. Even so, it's mostly the joy that Wen Kexing gets from tickling him that gets him to like it.

• Tries to scoff at every teasy piece of poetry Wen Kexing unleashes upon him. He is, of course, unsuccessful. Also, his face grows a tiny bit redder with each one, but that is unimportant.

• He can take fast and chaotic tickles like a champ, but gente tickling absolutely obliterates him, mind, body and soul. There's something ridiculously flustering and comforting about having his body, which had to endure excruciating pain every single night for years, being treated so delicately and tenderly.

• Though, just because he also has fun doesn't mean he'll always go down easily. There's times where he'll give in with only a couple faux complaints, sure. Other times though, if Lao Wen wants Zhou Zishu in breathless hysterics, he'll have to work for it. Thus, impromptu sparring session. (In which Wen Kexing cheats and sneaks in playful pokes amidst his combat moves.)

• Deep, bouncy chuckles. (Or at least that's the best way I can describe it. You know the one laugh he lets out in the show after teasing Wen Kexing following The Confrontation with Ye Baiyi? That.) And when an extra ticklish spot is exploited, that's when the silent laughs start.

• Tries to keep still because he wants to seem unbothered and nonchalant, but always ends up swatting Wen Kexing's hands away by instinct. Wen Kexing makes up for that by quickly switching spots each time it happens.

• After being destroyed with tickles, he'd rather not be touched too much for a bit, just long enough for his nerves to settle down. He'll let Wen Kexing hold onto his hands for a while, before he gives him the green light and immediately has an armful of Lao Wen.

• Doesn't get lee moods, but takes the ticklee role extremely frequently because of his insatiable partner. He does, however, get ler moods. Less often than Wen Kexing does, but still. So I guess technically he's a Ler-Leaning-Switch, but from a practical standpoint he's a Lee-Leaning-Switch?? Man idk.

• His first ever ler mood hit him like a truck, and it hit him while he was getting revenge on his husband for one of his many tickle attacks, to Wen Kexing's misfortune (luck).

• It's like something inside him snapped. One moment he was destroying Wen Kexing for the sake of payback, and the next there was a fire in his soul that would only be put out by having the former Ghost Valley Master laughing himself hoarse.

• Ruthless. And mostly silent, too. His sparse verbal teasing consists of pointing out and commenting on Wen Kexing's reactions and "What, can't take it? Don't make me do it then."

• Loves fake lunging just to see Wen Kexing screech, grinning at the affronted look he receives. Also, sneakily walking up to him from behind and squeezing his sides for the same reason.

• Cuteness aggression will never fail to trigger a ler mood in him. When Zhou Zishu catches the younger man staring fixedly at him with admiring eyes like he needed to commit every bit of Zhou Zishu to memory, his hands itch. Same for the rare occasions when Zhou Zishu wakes up earlier than Wen Kexing, who's cuddled close to him with such a sweet unguarded face that Zhou Zishu just can't not get him. (Wen Kexing is convinced it's revenge for tickling Zhou Zishu awake. Let him think what he wants to.)

• Adores seeing Wen Kexing completely losing his crap. It's both hilarious and endearing, given the graceful and smooth attitude he constantly has, and he won't hesitate to tease Wen Kexing about the contrast.

• He's already learned to keep some drinks and snacks nearby when he plans to tickle Wen Kexing for longer than just a few seconds, because Wen Kexing will not let him get up to go fetch all those things. Zhou Zishu spoons him, dutifully rubbing the ghost tickles away.

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FUCKING HELL, AGAIN. THE "SAVE" BUTTON IN THE DRAFTS CANNOT BE TRUSTED

ACCIDENTALLY POSTED SOMETHING THAT WAS ON MY DRAFTS, IF YOU SAW ANYTHING NO YOU DIDN'T

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ACCIDENTALLY POSTED SOMETHING THAT WAS ON MY DRAFTS, IF YOU SAW ANYTHING NO YOU DIDN'T

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squeaky-n-blushy · 29 days ago

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Ahem excuse me-

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I don't- I don't know where to start with this. I am flustered beyond belief. I'm gonna be in a raging lee mood for weeks from this INCREDIBLE WRITING AND THE FRANKLY DEVASTATING (IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE) PORTRAYAL OF LAN XICHEN. I'VE SAID IT ONCE AND I'LL SAY IT A THOUSAND TIMES: THE TICKLE MONSTER YOU'VE MADE THIS CHARACTER INTO- GOODNESS GRACIOUS. Kanene you've obliterated me with every single tease in this fic, verbal or otherwise.

You have no idea of how hard it was to write down my reactions (though most of it was just screeching), because as soon as Wei Wuxian's part ended and the next scene began, I was sucked in like your writing was a whole ass vortex. I was just reading the whole thing with GIGANTIC EYES, A SMILE ON MY LIPS, A BLUSH ON MY FACE AND SQUEALS ON MY THROAT. MY MIND WAS NOT FUNCTIONING. YOU'VE SHUT DOWN MY RATIONALITY.

The very first paragraph- Not gonna lie, I reread it several times. It just- yes.

WEI WUXIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!! RUNNING LIKE A MAN ABOUT TO MEET HIS END <3 DON'T BE SO DRAMATIC MY GUY, it's just your brother in law wanting to bond \:D

Dude,,, Xichen digging in when Wei Wuxian pouted, just enough to get a smile out of him and then stopping EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE no no wei wuxian, people simply aren't allowed to look upset in the tickle monster'a claws, that's just not how this works.

[“And yet so do I. If you let me go, I can tell you a special tickle spot that will transform Jiang Cheng into a laughing, flustered mess in seconds. ] OHOOOOOO WEI WUXIAN YOU SNAKE, YOU KNOW HOW TO STRIKE A BARGAIN

[“To think this is what finally makes you get quiet in bed. Unbelievable.” ] WHOA WHOA WHOA HOLD ON NOW

[“It was a very beautiful laughter.” Xichen defended himself.] Lan Xichen have you considered that you might just be very gay?

KANEEENEEEEEEEE‼️‼️‼️‼️ XICHEN BEING OPEN AND EARNEST WITH JIANG CHENG, THAT HE WOULD TAKE CARE OF JIANG CHENG AND REASSURING JC THAT HE COULD STEP AWAY AT ANY MOMENT. THIS SUCKED ME IN LIKE A WHIRLPOOL. FUCK YES. FUCK YES. HARDLY ANYTHING GETS ME MORE FERAL THAN AN EARNEST LER, AND THE WAY YOU WROTE IT- PERFECTION. PERFECTION, I AM TELLING YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The massage sequence omg <3 AND TICKLING JUUUUST ENOUGH TO DRAW OUT A TEENY TINY REACTION BEFORE GETTING BACK TO THE MASSAGE- CRIMINAL

[“How snk-dihihihid you evhehen find out thihihis!” His eyes then widened as realization hit. “WEI WUXIAN!!”] TEEEEEHEEEEEEE DON'T YOU JUST LOVE YOUR NARC OF A BROTHER, JIANG WANYIN? LOOK AT WHAT A FANTASTIC TIME YOU'RE HAVING BECAUSE HE EXPOSED YOU :D

Wei Wuxian, a bit farther off in the Jingshi as Chengxian mess around in the Hanshi, feeling a shiver go down his spine: "Lan Zhan I feel like I'm in danger"

[“Stohohohop sweet talkihihihing me!”

“Would you rather receive another kind of sweet, then?”] INCREDIBLE, HE DOES NOT MISS EVEN A SINGLE OPPORTUNITY.

[“So sensitive, so responsive for me…” He nosed the side of his neck, making sure to whisper the next words as close as possible from his ear, a playful tune jumping on his voice. “Tell me, my life, did we find another sweet spot?”] EU VOU MORRER. VOY A MORIR. I AM GOING TO DIE.

[He lifted his hand away from his back, in silence, patiently awaiting for the other to move his head to the side, a peaking eyes searching for the reason why he stopped. Only then, with a teasy, knowing grin, Lan Xichen formed a claw with his free hand and slowly began descending it towards the spot, wiggling his fingers plenty and letting them scrape the skin for a light, maddening seconds until giggles upon giggles were bubbling so much on his chest, begging to be free and Jiang Cheng closed his eyes, his already gigantic smirk growing even bigger at him.] I'VE LOST COUNT OF HOW MANY TIMES I HAD TO HIDE MY FACE. KANENE I AM BLUSHING. I AM STRUGGLING TO HOLD ONTO SANITY HERE.

[“Sect Leader Jiang…” Said one looked at him with a mix of feelings in his eyes, most weren’t pleasant. Lan Xichen pushed on, he laid his forehead on his back and took a deep breath, trying to not get too charmed by the way the other wiggled at that. When it came out, his voice had a purposeful calmness, with a hint of tightness. “Still smells like that lotus fragrance I gifted you on your birthday, perfect, delicious,” he let his teeth graze the bit of skin at the last word, happy at the goosebump this brought. His next words became softer, also grazing the sensitive spot he hadn't moved away for the entire conversation. “I am happy that you appreciated it. Convince me, then, Wanyin, why my hands, my attention, my lips shouldn’t be all over you.” ] Whatever you did to the chemistry of my brain with that last sentence, revert it. Revert it now. KANENE CAN YOU PLEASE STOP PUSHING ME TO THE BRINK OF DEATH??????? WOE IS ME, MY FRIEND IS OUT TO MURDER ME /J

Xichen tickling with a tiny bit more intensity whenever he could tell JC was about to say something displeasing TEEEEHEEEEE GET HIIIMMMM

[“If you wish, I won’t press you anymore. Say the words and I will leave it alone and continue just the way we were before, but please be honest with me, Wanyin: Do you want me to continue?”] ‼️‼️‼️ THE EARNESTNESS‼️‼️‼️‼️ FUCK MEEEEE I'M A GONER. I'VE KICKED THE BUCKET.

[“Thank you, Wanyin, for letting me do that today. I love this and I am unspeakably amounts of happy that you enjoyed this just as much, as well, because it means that when you want, when you allow, I can keep giving you more and more of this joy. There is no scenario, there is no reality when I can see myself not loving to make you laugh, to find your every weakness and explore it while having you safe and sound in my arms for as long as you want it. When you let me pry, find every reaction and cherish it with my soul, my teases, my tickles, again and again and again. I love to tease you, Wanyin, love to tickle and discover what makes you smile more, what melts and leaves you so happy, so free… Thank you for allowing me that much, Jiang Cheng.”] YOU- YOU- JESUS CHRIST-

[lips following the fabric of his (their) forehead ribbon] WHY DON'T YOU JUST BREAK INTO MY HOUSE WITH A GUN HUH???? THEIR FOREHEAD RIBBON OOOOOAAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHH I SEE THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

[“W-wahahahayin, plehehease. Yohohou know, you knohohow Ihihi am the mohohost t-teheherribbly tihihihicklish there!”] Kanene I am staring straight into your eyes and saying nothing. You know what I'm thinking about.

[Nevertheless, he thought, a smile easing on his face as his thoughts were taken bit by bit by the unconsciousness of sleep, what a wonderful collection that would be.]

CINEMA, EVERYBODY. THIS IS CINEMA.

KANENE, WHAT A CHRISTMAS GIFT YOU'VE GIVEN US. This entire fic was a gem, a diamond, something precious that deserves to be enjoyed forever because GODDAAAAAAAAAMN. All the uncertainty along the way as you wrote it was absolutely worth it, look at what you've written!! LOOK AT IT!!!!!! THIS IS A MASTERPIECE THAT EVERYONE NEEDS TO COME APPRECIATE.

The Collection (Third Chapter)

3. Love

Kanene's Notes: I DID IT KJHGTHYUJIK LAST CHAPTER!!!!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE???? AAAAAAA Almost didn't manage to post today because I was resting oikuytyuj but it's here!!! Yay!!! :D

Warnings: Light Self Depreciation, Mouth Tickles (like, lots of it), Light Angst and mostly Fluff. Ler!Xichen + Ticklish![SURPRISE] Around 8.000 words.

[~*~]

In the end, for him, tickling was a way to show love, care, trust. To have someone’s vulnerabilities right in your hands and decide to hold them so tenderly and freely that your love could not ever be mistaken. To analyze someone’s reaction and discover what they like and didn’t like, to bring a bit more of playfulness and brightness to their days. It meant to show respect and at the same time create a song so unique as both of them danced to it. His collection was meant to hold someone, to laugh and relax and, above all, to strike happiness and love, whichever was the form the person decided to show him.

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Wei Wuxian kept running.

He knew it wouldn’t be enough. No matter how far he pushed himself, for how long he kept running even when his body pleaded for a break, Wei Wuxian knew it was just a matter of time until he was caught. Mo Xuanyu’s body wasn’t nearly closer to be as strong, resistant and great as his original one, which could hold his breath underneath water for minutes and escape for days if necessary. However, by the sheer determination and power of his pursuer, even if he had his original stamina and velocity, maybe even so it would be a long battle to outrun the other.

(Maybe he was simply doomed from the beginning)

He was panting, struggling already as he jumped over rocks and roots, taking wild turns and twists in the middle of the forest in an attempt to confuse. It still wasn’t enough. He would be caught.

He would be caught.

Thinking back, it had been foolish, truly, to think he could face this without Lan Zhan. He was too far from his location now, without even realizing what kind of plight Wei Wuxian was trying to survive.

At least… at least he had the chance to be his husband before his fall.

And fall he did. With a loud shriek Wei Wuxian collided with the grass, claws curling around him when he shouted with the despair of a man trying to buy one single more moment of life.

“We can make a deal!”

The claws stopped inches from his skin, right above his stomach, too close to all his fragile organs. They twitched and he could feel a shadow of electricity escaping from the points where it barely brushed the skin.

“A deal?” He sounded amused, not even worried, as if he already imagined them both in this outcome, as if capturing the former Yilling Patriarch was nothing but expected. Wei Wuxian couldn’t even complain, his attention too caught in the claws getting dangerously closer and closer, twitching and brushing and making him feel more and more each movement. Even if he wanted, he wouldn’t be able to look away.

“What is your offer?” “Lan Zhan’s secret spot.”

A chuckle ressounded across the yard and the hands immediately came down. Wei Wuxian shrieked once more and waited for his end. Those hands, however, simply rested on his belly, no further movement coming, being successful in only making his nerves prickle and buzz with anticipation and adrenaline. Wei Wuxian could listen clearly as the amusement grew bigger in his captor’s voice. “I have known Wangji since we were kids. There is no secret spot when it comes to me.”

“Even the one on…”

“The back of his lower ribs, the closer to the sides the quicker the giggles get? Yes.”

Wei Wuxian pouted. Although a quick digging on his stomach immediately exchanged it for a wobbling, giant smile that made the tickles stop automatically.

Xichen-ge was such a tease.

Besides, this one wasn’t even the spot he wanted to trade, but he slotted the information in his mind to explore more later.

Suddenly an idea appeared in his mind. The nervous smile in his face gave its spot for a wicked smirk.

Feeling the smugness on the other, Xichen’s attention honed in with interest.

Also aware of the Benefits of Teasing and Being a Little Shit, Wei Wuxian relaxed completely on the ground, stretching and put his arms behind his head, completely calm, as if there was no more danger to fall upon him after the next offer was out, a proud grin on his lips.

“You are absolutely right, Xichen-ge! You both grew up together and the two of us are the only ones who can truly read and understand Lan Zhan,” He stalled and Lan Xichen narrowed his eyes in suspicious, an amused light shining in them, although. “But I must give to you the merits you deserve for the extra years of experience you have. When it comes to you and Lan Zhan, there is no doubt that you know your didi wonderfully.”

This was a pause for a bigger effect, Lan Xichen recognizes. He could tell Wei Wuxian is just trying to buy time, but both of them know how patient and stubborn Lans can be. It is only a matter of time before he gets what he came for anyway.

Then, Wei Wuxian went for the kill.

“And yet so do I. If you let me go, I can tell you a special tickle spot that will transform Jiang Cheng into a laughing, flustered mess in seconds.

Lan Xichen froze. Wei Wuxian’s smirk only grew, like a cat about to jump on his prey, knowing precisely how priceless and unmatched his offer was.

Got you.

“So, what do you say, Xichen-ge, my favorite brother in law? Will you let me go? From one big brother to another.”

Lan Xichen reflected quietly, fingers still tapping on the ticklish belly under them, as if deep in thought, fingertips barely gracing the skin before going away, the little tickles just enough of present to keep the anticipation going and the bubbling giggles alive.

In the end, he sighed and Wei Wuxian beamed, already knowing what he was going to say. “Very well, you share this information with me and I let you leave for today.”

“Only today?! Why, why, Xichen-ge! Don’t be greedy.” He wagged his finger in front of his face and Lan Xichen’s hands digged a bit more on his stomach in reply. He wiggled, a triumphant grin still clued on his face. “The moment you attack Jiang Cheng there, he will know who betrayed him immediately! His bad temper will fall on me and I will certainly not survive such a vicious revenge, you see, especially after an attack of yours! Lan Zhan has shared plenty of information about his own falls in your claws.” He pouted and looked at the older with big eyes. “I will need at least three weeks to recover after his visit.”

In one week Wanyin would be visiting the Cloud Recesses to discuss sect matters, which would grant more than one month before Lan Xichen was allowed, by their deal, to take his revenge on him. The date fell suspiciously close to Jin Ling’s birthday, a celebration that would oblige Lan Xichen to travel away from the Cloud Recessess. Truly a brilliant mind his brother in law had.

“One week, at most. You did attack me in front of my students, afterall. It wouldn’t be well for them to know I granted you more mercy than that trick deserved. A punishment for breaking the rules must be given.”

The snickers that came out of his mouth had nothing to do with the tickles, but more with him remembering the other’s shriek at the surprise tickle attack. His next squeal, however, had, since Xichen decided to claw a bit on his sides. “One week and half!”

Lan Xichen hummed, and once more Wei Wuxian beamed. After being so close with Wangji, it was no surprise he hadn’t problem reading his tells. “Very well, one week and three days, but I retain the right to break the deal if when I try the spot no reaction is found or if you decide to tickle me again during this time, even if by mistake. If any of those cases happen, then I will come collect my original payment and bring Wangji with me for help.”

Wei Wuxian crackled, bowing at him with the best of his ability. “So little trust in my words, Xichen-ge! This lowly one would never dare to trick the almighty Zewu Jun, please have the mercy my dear husband won’t give!”

“You won’t have to worry about it if the information you share is true.” Letting him go, Lan Xichen got up, offering a hand for Wei Wuxian to bring himself up as well. He took a few leaves and dirt out of his still pristine robes, hesitating before the question came out in a low voice. “Wanyin truly won’t mind if I know?”

“Mind?” There was a mix of amusement and confusion in his face, then Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened as he came to a realization. “Xichen-ge! Don’t tell me! You never tried to tickle Jiang Cheng before?”

“I have not yet, no.”

Mischievous shine in his eyes, Wei Wuxian came close resting an arm on his shoulder, making him huff a laughter at the comic position, with their very present height difference. The other shook a finger next to his face. “Give me one more week free of your revenge, Xichen-ge, and I will share this one more secret with you, also! He will thank me for it anyways, later.” He scratched the bridge of his nose. “Probably.”

Having the feeling of what the secret was, Xichen simply shook his head, a smile on his face.

“I think this one I shall find by myself, young master Wei.”

(...)

Lan Xichen rubbed the shoulders under him, feeling the way those muscles tensed unrelentlessly under his touch. Equally unrelenting, he pressed a soft kiss on each shoulder, feeling the other jolt under his lips in alarm before forcing out a tight sigh.

He didn't say anything, just kept rubbing those tensed shoulders, arms, hands and fingers, even taking his time as he trailed down from his back to his hips, squeezing too firmly to be nothing but comforting, before going up and repeating the cycle again, letting his hands warm and accostume the cold skin under him.

There was no hurry for any of them, no emergency or matter that would require their attention for the rest of the day. It was just the two of them and a cold evening perfect to better enjoy the warmth of each other.

His hands traveled across every muscle, pressing on it lightly as his soft pecks followed the line of his shoulder until it arrived at the middle and travelled to the other’s nape. Goosebumps appeared across the caressed skin and Lan Xichen chuckled, half fond and half smug, at the physical proof of how his touches affected him.

Jiang Wanyin tched.

“To think this is what finally makes you get quiet in bed. Unbelievable.”

Xichen huffed, still too close to his skin, which obliged Wanyin to hold back a small jolt at the series of shivers that followed his action. “I apologize for the lack of talking. I am simply… too excited, too thankful for this.” He nuzzled him, taking in the delicious smell of lotus flower and wood from the other, controlling himself to not bite the spot. “Although it is quite nice to know you like as much as me the words we exchange in our intimacy.”

“Of course you would take this as an opportunity to be sentimental.” Jiang Wanying groaned. “Don't think that just because I accepted your offer it doesn’t mean that I won't be breaking your legs and getting out if you start with your thing”

“... My thing?”

Jiang Cheng huffed and scowled, shifting self consciously on the mattress. “You know what I am talking about. Besides, I already accepted doing this, you don't need to keep flattering me.”

Lan Xichen frowned, confused. “It’s not flattery, simply my feelings.”

“Stop it, I know senseless praises when I see one and you do as well. We’ve grown to deal with the same politics, even with our clear different strategies to deal with it.”

Ah, he sees what is happening now.

Effortless, Lan Xichen gets out of the bed and kneels right by Jiang Cheng’s head, who blinks surprised for a moment before tensing more and pushing himself up on his arms to better stare firmly at the other, as if he was about to be sent away. Knowing how Wanyin usually thinks, this option probably wasn’t far away from his head.

Xicchen would have to prove him otherwise, then.

“Wanyin, I have been eagerly waiting for this day ever since I read your letter accepting my invitation. Last night, I was barely able to sleep, similar to a junior preparing for their first night hunt, getting too excited only in imagining how delightful it would be to be here now. I am honored you trusted me enough for this moment.” Fire began lacing across his face, yet Xichen refused to look away from the ther’s wide-eyed stare. “More egotistically, too, I am even more happy because your laughter has been haunting me for seasons, since that very day on the Fifth Conference in Yunmeng Jiang, when after the banquet we all have been a little tipsy and I fell on one of your lakes. When I resurfaced and saw your face… you were laughing so hard while offering me a hand.” And I haven’t gone a single season by without imagining being once more the reason for your laughter, he didn’t complete.

Jiang Cheng looked pleased. “So you were not drunk enough that night to have forgotten it. I knew it, you froze that one time I mentioned it.”

“It was a very beautiful laughter.” Xichen defended himself.

Jiang Cheng scoffed. “It’s a normal one.”

“Not for me.” As a slight hint of a blush appeared on the bridge of Wanyin’s nose and Xichen found himself struggling to not focus at it. He had to set his point across. His voice lowered, a bit soft, a bit vulnerable. “I wish to hear it again, but you must trust me enough to know that a Lan does not lie and I would not deceit you. How you feel here is important, and so you have to be sure that I will take care of you above it all and honor the trust that you placed on me, Wanyin. Only if you want, of course.”

Jiang Cheng got quiet, his frown lessened to a more thoughtful expression. After a couple of moments when the nerves began gnawing at Xichn’s mind, he sighed.

“Go on, then.”

Lan Xichen almost jumped with how jittery he was, a happy smile appearing on his face. “Will you, really, Wanyin? Will you let me take care of you?”

“I am here, am I not?” His hands grabbed the sheet with force, a flame of irritation flaring up, pulling the attention away from the vulnerable tune of his words. “Or you think I would just come here to back away so easily? I am no chicken.”

Lan Xichen engulfed the hands on his, staring seriously at the other’s silver eyes. “You can step away if you don't want this anymore. At any moment, the second you want you can get out, I would never hold this against you, Wanyin.”

The sect leader rolled his eyes at this. “Of course you wouldn’t! Come back with these words when you manage to carry a grudge for more than five days.” At Xichen’s displeased huff, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His demeanor softened and his hands turned around to grab his, eyes scurrying away from his searching gaze. “No. I don’t want to go away, Xichen, I meant it. If you’re trying to convince me to get out, then do it better.”

“Wanyin…”

Jiang Cheng huffed, finally finding his gaze again. Somehow, he always found it a bit comforting, sometimes even amusing, to get a little on the Lan’s nerves. “Aren’t you being the stubborn one, right now, or is your hearing already becoming faulty? Do no make me repeat that again: I am still here, am I not?”

As if to prove his words, he suddenly pulled his hands closer, making Lan Xichen stumble and lay partially on the bed, inches from his face. When he tried another remark, he was promptly cut by the Yunmeng’s Leader. “Also, no. Don’t try to go back to all your teasing flattery again.” Lan Xichen huffed, now he was trying to be purposely obtuse.

Jiang Wanyin took advantage of his position to press a fleeting kiss to his knuckles of the hands still on his grip, his words no longer carried any heat or bother, but a more mischievous (and vulnerable) tune.

“How could I forget,” Lan Xichen acquiesced, recognizing the victory and permission for what it was. How could he not, when it came to Jiang Cheng? “That my Wanyin is such a tease to his poor Xichen.”

Jiang Cheng scoffed. “Get on with this at once because it's way too cold to just keep laying around with a bared torso.”

Lan Xichen chuckled lightly at that, his grin stretching when he felt a small, tentative, soft rub of thumbs on the back of his hands and his heart melted. He climbed back on the mattress, resuming his position on top of the other's legs, with those sifting, tensed muscles under his hands. This time, his determination was stronger than before.

Wanyin didn't allow himself to be fully relaxed under his ministrations, yet. Even with the permission and all his self reflection preparing himself for this moment, none of that erased the years of stress and exhaustion his body had survived under. He was no fool to not realize why Xichen had suddenly doubted his willingness to participate of this session, with the way posture continued to be held as if he was being scrutinized by a strict teacher and not in the presence of a dear friend, yet, no matter how much he tried to convince himself to relax, his muscles didn’t obey.

The patience and stubbornness of a Lan must not be taken lightly, however. When his hands digged on his shoulders, Jiang Cheng tensed even further. Only to blink in astonishment when nothing happened. Lan Xichen… started massaging him. After a few moments of this, he turned his head slightly to his direction, a confused frown on his face.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving a good massage, I hope.”

“But you-” He looked at the gleaming shine in his gaze and his innocent smile, eyes narrowing. A trap. “You're planning something.”

Lan Xichen shook his head lightly. “My only plan is getting you to relax.” His words were completely truthful, but he might as well have said the worst of the teases for the way that Jiang Cheng stared at him, a nice very weak shade of red painting his nose, then promptly shoved his face back on the pillow. An amused huff escaped Lan Xichen as he continued his ministrations, skilled and nimble hands finding every tense spot or unrelenting knot and pressing on them firmly until it became completely undone.

He started at the base of his spine, thumbs sliding across its length and fingers squeezing (not the original type of squeezing he had been prepared to do, but alas) and digging on a tensed muscled until it relented to him before he continued to work upwards on another in the same rhythm, sometimes using his knuckles, his palms, his fingers, either be digging, kneading or pressing, always in a firm, soothing touch.

Some knots were too tense and old to completely disappear, still, by the moment he was back on his shoulders, pressing firmly on the base of it and sliding his thumbs up across his nape, following his spine, Jiang Cheng was like putty on his hands, melted and relaxed, an appreciative groan leaving his mouth unguarded, breathing slowly as if he was almost falling asleep.

Lan Xichen rolled his tired wrists, smiling content and happy with the result, almost too happy to interrupt it with the next step of their session.

Again, almost.

In a lighter, but still firm touch, he ran his palms across his back, following a line on his middle and then letting his hands branch from the ribs until it rested on his shoulders, massaging it, fingertips almost brushing his ears and neck. Not even a twitch, a hilt or breathing or even a questioning word came from Jiang Cheng.

Perfect.

With just his fingertips and in even more of a lighter touch, Xichen roamed his hands to the base of the neck and then downwards in two paralleled lines. Goosebumps made their appearance and, if it wasn’t for his attentive eyes, he wouldn’t have noticed the way the other twitched to grip the mattress before relaxing and letting it go.

Lan Xichen smiled, lifted his hands just a little bit more, until only his short nails were grazing the sensitive skin, running to his ribs and swirling tiny circles across them, sliding down to trace uncaring patterns across his sides, scribbling so soft it was almost imperceptive on each one before gliding upwards once more and re-starting the cycle again until there was a tiny squirm and a forceful huff being pried from the other, his muscles tensing the slight bit at the touch.

True to his words, Xichen immediately stopped at that and went right back to massaging his back. He could almost see Wanyin’s confused frown, letting his tension go bit by bit as the moments passed without another soft, tickly attack from him.

The ke his guards were down again, the Lan immediately spidered his fingers across his spine, going from his lower back to his shoulder blades and deviating to skitter across them skillfully. The moment his nails grazed it, a hint of giggle was partially freed on the air before Wanyin bit and swallowed it down.

Interesting.

As previously, at the tension, Xichen went back to his massage.

Wanyin was having none of that. “What even is this!? Wasn't you going to…”

Lan Xichen couldn't help the amusement in his voice. “To…”

“Tickle me!”

Aw. How cute.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.”

He immediately latched back at that spot right between his shoulder blades, wanting to discover more about the spot that was able to make Sandu Shengshou giggle. Fingers dancing across it, his attentive eyes watched the way Wanyin squirmed from one side to another, a high sound being muffled and a giggly kind of tune taking over his voice.

“That is not what-” a snort broke free when he started tapping his fingers downwards, following the line of the bone gaze sharp and each scribble getting more and more precise as the giggles began growing quicker and louder the more he continued. “It’s not w-what I-” This time it was a squeak, a squeak and Xichen was beyond endeared. It was chased by airy titters. “NotwhatImeant! Fuck!”

Not even bothering to answer, too concentrated to find what exact place was pulling such delightful reactions, Lan Xichen stopped on the lower part of each shoulder blade and then moved a few inches to the side, pressing quickly.

With a squeal, Jiang Cheng buckled.

They both froze.

Jiang Cheng must have realized just what happened at the same time as Lan Xichen, and he tried to lift himself to roll away just as the other pressed his thumbs on the same spot and digged. His arms wobbled and failed in the middle of the movement, body falling on the bed again in a soft impact as laughter poured freely and unstoppable from his lips.

There we go.

“S-stop it!” He continued squirming, louder, uncontrollable-er high pitched giggles and bubbling squeaks taking over the air as Xichen decided to try prodding and poking the same place, making his entire nerves get set ablaze, electricity running from every inch of skin that was tickled and racing across his meridians, making his Zidian spark in short bouts of useless of lightning that were unable to harm either of them (when did he get so soft for Xichen?). “How snk-dihihihid you evhehen find out thihihis!” His eyes then widened as realization hit. “WEI WUXIAN!!”

Quick to divert his attention (Wei Wuxian really knew his brother well, Xichen sent his soul a quick prayer), Lan Xichen increased his tickles, successfully making Wanyin lose himself even more amidst snickers.

“GEHEHEHeht oHOHOut!!”

Lan Xichen hummed, “Maybe my memory has been failing me afterall, because I do remember my Wanyin asking me to tickle him not long ago. He truly shouldn’t be surprised when I was quick to acquiesce with his request, then. Have I ever denied my heart from anything?”

“Yes!!” It was the immediate reply, another squeal painting his every word as he spidered downards to his lower back and got him into titters painted in a bubbly relief only to go back to that spot and unleash another unforgiving tickle attack the moment he recovered a bit more of air. “StohoHOHOP! Yohohohou’re lihihitEHEHErally DEHEHEHehenyihihing me- Dammit!”

“Perhaps my Wanyin is simply surprised by how ticklish he is?” Lan Xichen continued as if nothing had been said, musing out loud. “I must agree with such a feeling. It's been nothing but delightful to find just how sensitive every part of his body is. Afterall, my Wanyin is very kind and soft when you get to know…”

Suddenly, he ceased his attack, letting his fingers trace the spot lightly and basking on the airy, fast and tittering like yelps and huffs of laughter that continued to flow from just a tease. Before he could get used to it, however, Lan Xichen jumped to his ribs and began kneading and clawing.

“Right where to find it.”

Jiang Cheng shook his head, arms lowering themselves and twisting to his back in futile attempts to pry his hands away, snorts now mixing in a lovely melody with his laughter, even as Xichen slowed his ministrations to a soft kind of skittering running up and down his ribs, a kinder torment. With a few good nuzzles on his neck and lightly blowing air on his ears Xichen was successful in distracting those determined arms from trying to snatch his well deserved tickles away.

“Stohohohop sweet talkihihihing me!”

“Would you rather receive another kind of sweet, then?” He pointed his sentence with a raspberry on the side of his neck as his fingers climbed upwards to his pits, taking the opportunity of his laughing distracting at his raspberries to burrow his wiggling fingers on the spot. Since Jiang Wanyin was so fond of trying to pry his caring touches and playful nuzzles away, Xichen might as well give him an incentive to keep his arms down and nicely out of his way.

Just as he started to scribble and scratch quickly just the border of the pit, there was a loud screech and an even more delightful snorting laughter that made Lan Xichen laugh softly too.

When the other simply shoved his face even more on the pillow at that, just like bashful maiden hide his blushing features away (and the Lan couldn’t wait to make his ears and neck at least half red as his face, later), Xichen captured his arm and held above his head, leaving his side, ribs and armpits unprotected, absolutely defenseless to his attack.

Jiang Cheng squirmed once more, anticipation and adrenaline making his entire torso tingle in anticipation to the tickles, chuckles falling like waves from his lips even before he was actually attacked, planting a stubborn and way too silly smile on his face.

Lan Xichen scratched and drummed on every hint of skin around his unprotected armpit until he got next to the spot where his back connected to his armpit, leaded there by the anxious titters and protesting snickers that grew quicker and airy the closer he got to the place, immediately giving away to a short, strident screech when he drummed a single finger there.

“So sensitive, so responsive for me…” He nosed the side of his neck, making sure to whisper the next words as close as possible from his ear, a playful tune jumping on his voice. “Tell me, my life, did we find another sweet spot?”

Since Wanyin refused to answer, Xichen would have to keep his conversation alive by himself. A pity, but, oh well.

“I think we did. It’s right here, isn’t it?” He traced the spot, watching with crickling eyes as the other controlled his jolt at the touch, muffling a tiny squeak. “So many places to enjoy, to discover, to tickle and tickle over and over and over again until we are satisfied. As I’ve said before, my Wanyin is really full of sweet and soft spots.”

He lifted his hand away from his back, in silence, patiently awaiting for the other to move his head to the side, a peaking eyes searching for the reason why he stopped. Only then, with a teasy, knowing grin, Lan Xichen formed a claw with his free hand and slowly began descending it towards the spot, wiggling his fingers plenty and letting them scrape the skin for a light, maddening seconds until giggles upon giggles were bubbling so much on his chest, begging to be free and Jiang Cheng closed his eyes, his already gigantic smirk growing even bigger at him.

He attacked.

Instead of the previous strident giggles, a crackling kind of laughter exploded around the place and Jiang Wanyin hit the bed with his fists, his trashing increasing so much that Lan Xichen had to lock his legs more firmly around him to not have the risk of being knocked out, already tipping dangerously to one side with the movement.

The more Xichen’s fingers danced on the spot, spidering and skittering, drumming and prodding, the louder his laughter sounded, the feeling exploding and taking over his mind completely, every thought, every doubt disappearing until there was nothing but a chant of “It tickles, it tickles, it tickles” in his head.

Lan Xichen suddenly realized that his face was much closer to his torso than before, as his tickling hands slided to his armpits, stopping Wanyin’s arms once more from trying to pry him away (and to think Jiang Cheng was the very one who asked for those tickles…), an idea flashed in his mind and he was quick to jump to its execution.

Jiang Cheng jumped in the same place. “Do not-” His voice sounded higher than normal. “-Kiss me there!”

It was just a tad of too much panicked than normal that made Xichen stop, fingers stilling from the maddening tickles to a slower scraping. “You don’t like it?”

“No!” Jiang Cheng fumbled. “It’s not…”

Lan Xichen lifted his head, tilting it so he could find the other’s eyes. It was both an unsuccessful and successful effort. The moment they met, Jiang Cheng seemed to relax a bit but the embarrassment in his face only grew. “It’s not a place to be kissed. It’s dirty.”

Everything went quiet and Lan Xichen froze, only when Jiang Cheng jolted once more under him he realized he was curling and pressing his fingers even more on the skin.

Forcing them to lie flat again, he made himself start once more.

“Sect Leader Jiang…” Said one looked at him with a mix of feelings in his eyes, most weren’t pleasant. Lan Xichen pushed on, he laid his forehead on his back and took a deep breath, trying to not get too charmed by the way the other wiggled at that. When it came out, his voice had a purposeful calmness, with a hint of tightness. “Still smells like that lotus fragrance I gifted you on your birthday, perfect, delicious,” he let his teeth graze the bit of skin at the last word, happy at the goosebump this brought. His next words became softer, also grazing the sensitive spot he hadn't moved away for the entire conversation. “I am happy that you appreciated it. Convince me, then, Wanyin, why my hands, my attention, my lips shouldn’t be all over you.”

When he received no answer, he pressed his mouth in a circle around the spot, traveling to his armpit, kissing it with revence, softly, feeling each twitch, each shiver as he continued his way up and to the side, pressing kiss after kiss until it grazed his neck - a safe ground - and then continued to follow to his other armpit, letting it greet as much of skin as he could.

Jiang Wanyin pressed his face firmly on the mattress, feeling something in himself starting to lose the fight with the fear that protected his vulnerability. He wanted to smile, to huff, to push that stupid man with his stupid sweetness away and grab him closer. The feeling was only amplified as he felt two fingers drawing slow circles on his sides, tracing the skin as if there was nothing else they could ever wish to do with their time.

He suppressed a wiggle. “You shouldn’t-” he stuttered as the tickling changed the rhythm to something a little quicker, the hands now slightly pluckering and poking his side with tiny, playful tickles. It felt both soft and a warning. Watch your words. He pressed his smile even more on the soft bedding, swallowing giggles.

A petulant snort escaped, its meanings clear. Sounds like a challenge.

“You’re being c-childish. You know I am right.”

“I can not in good conscience agree to this, Wanyin.” Jiang Cheng could feel the grin his answer elected. Gusu Lan’s example of self control, my ass. There was now the feeling of nails lightly scratching the skin, words being whispered on his shoulder, getting closer and closer to their target and yet stopping only enough to keep sending ticklish shivers across his spine until there were quiet, airy titter escaping from his mouth, bigger than his efforts to hide it. “Please, allow me to convince you otherwise.”

…Dammit. Lan Xichen knew what he was doing, exaggerating his every move, asking softly, keeping his touches light enough so he could be just the slight amount of distracted… He was directing Jiang Cheng to a trap. One that would end up with him being honest.

“I know what you’re doing.” He accused, without heat.

Xichen hummed and then laid an playful nip and then a tiny apologetic on his back. And then another. And another. Soft touches of his lips as they moved and breathed and talked. “Don’t you like it?”

“Thahat is irrelevant.” Now he was snickering, great.

“Not for me.” Lan Xichen experimentally nipped that dammed spot that started all of this, smirking smugly at the sharp intake of breath and barely muffled squeal it created. He then stopped, holding himself tightly to not continue to pull such lovely sounds without the other’s answer first. “Do you like it?”

Silence. Jiang Wanyin frowned and pressed his lips together, now more less like holding laughter and more like holding words inside. There was no problem, Lan Xichen could distract him until they surfaced naturally.

His hands began fastening to a scribbling that fluttered upwards to his ribs, prodding and teasing each bone, lightly scratching in between them while he repositioned himself to whisper right behind his reddened ears.

“Or maybe is it something else that has you distracted? The tickling, perhaps. The way it keeps making you want to laugh, to let me listen to every one of your lovely sounds. Tell me, Wanyin, does it make it worse? Hiding your face and for doing so not being able to see where I will strike next? Knowing that I will continue to do it time and time again until you’re too occupied laughing under me to disagree?”

“Xichen!” The Lan waited, but no further protests followed him.

He hummed, pleased, deviating his hands to his spine and spidering it, vibrating and pressing on each bone only the slight bit for maddening seconds before jumping away, only to poke another bone and continue his tickly treatment. “I am simply asking a few questions, Wanyin. Since you didn’t answer the first one I can continue to present more of them until we find one of your liking.”

Jiang Cheng’s wiggles began to get a tad more uncontrolled, too. From one side to another. One side to another. Lan Xichen smiled at how lovely this was. He kissed his back, once more, a little far away from his armpit but still close enough to it so his next words wouldn’t be confused. Enough of teasing. “If you wish, I won’t press you anymore. Say the words and I will leave it alone and continue just the way we were before, but please be honest with me, Wanyin: Do you want me to continue?”

A moment of quietness, before his voice cut the room, more hesitant than Lan Xichen ever heard him being. “If you don’t think it’s dirty…” Lan Xichen dug on his ribs and began tasering in a stronger warning and Wanyin snorted in surprise, laughter pouring for half of a ke before he held it back again. “Damn it, Xichen. Yeah, I like it! Do whatever!”

Lan Xichen stopped, warmth blossoming on his chest, and lifted his body until he could watch the other’s expression again. He wanted to be sure it was really okay. The moment their eyes found themselves, Jiang Cheng's entire demeanor seemed to soften a little.

“I am happy to find something else that you like, Wanyin.” He nuzzled his cheek. “Thank you.”

Ah.

And Jiang Cheng… Jiang Cheng melted. All his fight bleeded out from his muscles, the combination of such lovely words with all the caring and coaching touches from earlier, his massages, his teases, his light, soft, rough and maddening tickles, in the end it all culminated in him finally giving up to the warm, happy feeling on his chest that has been blossoming stronger and stronger at it small show of care from the other, mixing with joy and exploding like fireworks in his very soul.

Seeing this, Lan Xichen sighed contently, adjusting his position to lay more comfortably. There was a tiny, expectant smile on his face.

Very well.

“My heart, my heart, then… May I?” He sounded as excited as his Yunmeng’s kids would when they came to their Sect Leader in a bundle, the braver one asking him to show them a cool trick with Zidian, like Jin Ling would sound when he called his Jiujiu to play with him and he accepted. The snort that left his lips held another kind of amusement.

“So dramatic. Tsk, since you’re being so stubborn about it, might as well do what you want.”

Lan Xichen grinned sweetly, kissing his neck. Appraisingly, he slowled his tickles once more to a soft drag of fingers and adjusted his position to lay cozily in Wanyin’s back.

“What we want, Wanyin.”

Before the other could answer (or more likely, protest), he immediately closed his lips around the exact spot that made him jump before, nibbling on it with energy and making the other take a sharp intake of breath and let out a high pitched screech.

“THAHAHAHAHAT IS NOT-” This time, the crackles were even louder, quicker than before, snorts and squeals chased each other across the room and Jiang Cheng couldn’t even trash anymore, both because of Lan Xichen draping his entire body on top of him and because the sheer force of his laughter, together with all the previous teasing and tickling, had been embarrassingly effective to transform him into a puddle of strident laughter and giggles. His tune changed to wheezy, almost silent snickers everytime when Lan Xichen noticed his crackles were slowing down a bit and then changed to the same spot on the other side, greeting it with reverent kisses before attacking with the real nibbles and nuzzling that made him let out another shriek. “NOHOHOHOHOHOT A KISS!!”

“Oh my, I apologize profusely for my mistake. Perhaps Sandu Shengshou, in his unyielding kindness will allow this lowly one to try again?”

“IHIHIHIH DO NOHOHOHOHOHOT!”

“Thank you, I knew you would understand.”

Pretending to not listen to the laughing protest, Lan Xichen lavished every tickle spot with all the nibbles, kisses and tiny raspberries anywhere he could reach. With one hand he took Wanyin’s right forearm and pushed above his head to enjoy the free reign of every inch of his unprotected torso, kissing his armpits with louds ‘mwah mwah mwah’ that would make Jiang Cheng squawk madly in protest, nibbling on his ribcage while doing all kind of silly munching sounds and even sneaking a lick once, which made the other shriek once more in protest and surprise, before finally settling on his side, shoving his face on the spot and blowing the biggest raspberry, shaking his head from one side to another until Jiang Cheng was kicking his legs and hiccup amidst his uncontrollable belly laughter.

Pushing himself up, Lan Xichen adjusted his position so he could look at him. There was a wobbly, unending grin on his face, his eyes were closed with hint of tears on their corners and his face was painted with a delightful blush, even if it still didn’t reach his ears (something Lan Xichen would remedy soon, of course) and tiny chuckles just continues to fall and fall and fall non stop from his lips, body becoming completely pilant on the mattress, completely relaxed.

The Leader of the Lan Sect couldn’t even stop smiling, as well.

Seeing the snickers were already dying out, Lan Xichen rested his free hand on the lower of his back to adjust himself better and back to his straight position, but he was quick to pull his hand back in surprise when the other suddenly jolted and his chuckling went alive again.

Bright, grey eyes turned to look at him wide with equal parts of unbelief and surprise, Lan Xichen stared back with his own, fond ones.

“There too?”

Jiang Cheng scoffed with an amused and slightly-irritated huff. “How do you even keep finding them?”

“As I said before, my Wanyin is full of soft spots.”

“Rubbish.”

Twirling a single finger across the lower of his back, Lan Xichen simply looked smugly at him when another giggle quickly jumped from his mouth. Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes, still smiling, still melted like a relaxed (trusting) puddle in his hands.

“Just make it quick.” He grumbled and pouted (Xichen doesn’t know if he will survive this), which obviously made Lan Xichen fall from his back and drop on the mattress right by him, gathering Jiang Cheng in his arms and reverting their position. With Wanyin right above him, Xichen could kiss his cheeks and neck until that pout was rightfully replaced by a series of giggles that were muffled when the Jiang hid his face on his neck (thankfully not noticing the way Xichen shivered and chuckled at that).

“It will be our last duet for today, then.”

At the small nod from the other, Lan Xichen began running the tip of his fingers on his lower spot, wiggling, skittering and scratching softly as he went from one side to another, keeping his tickles slow and soothing, giggled whispers dancing together across the room.

And more importantly, teasing those ears (and their owner) bright red with plenty of nuzzling and nibbling.

“If only I could, I would listen to this sweet melody of your laughter everyday.”

“Yohohohou want to kihihihiill me or whaahahat?!”

Lan Xichen huffed and gave a slight mean tasering on his lower back, closer to his side, in retaliation to his poke of fun, making him arch his back and guffaw on his neck as result. In reply, Jiang Cheng pinches his side and Lan Xichen snickers and lays a peck under his jaw in apology, going back to the lighter tickling.

“Finding your sweet, soft spots are a gift and to find and appreciate your reactions to every single one of them, over and over again, is something priceless. When you try to hide or expression and laughter but at the same time let me break you slowly, piece by piece until I can listen to your each giggle, each snort, each crackle or chuckle loud and free, that you trust me so much with them, with you means to me much more than I can ever express.”

“For fuhahahack’s sakeheheheee, Huahahan.” Xichen would probably spend the rest of his days replaying the way his name had sounded being giggled out like that, the mix of snickers and giggles already sounding completely loopy, airy and uncontrolled. He could watch the start of a blush creeping to Wanyin’s ears as Jiang Cheng held him even closer, as if he could disappear and snuggle forever in his embrace (and wasn’t that a nice thought?). Still, the Lan got more to say.

“Thank you, Wanyin, for letting me do that today. I love this and I am unspeakably amounts of happy that you enjoyed this just as much, as well, because it means that when you want, when you allow, I can keep giving you more and more of this joy. There is no scenario, there is no reality when I can see myself not loving to make you laugh, to find your every weakness and explore it while having you safe and sound in my arms for as long as you want it. When you let me pry, find every reaction and cherish it with my soul, my teases, my tickles, again and again and again. I love to tease you, Wanyin, love to tickle and discover what makes you smile more, what melts and leaves you so happy, so free… Thank you for allowing me that much, Jiang Cheng.”

“Ehehehenough, enohohohough, please.”

Lan Xichen stopped immediately and sighed happily. “Of course.”

One of his hands kept rubbing the other’s back, touch firm enough to chase every remaining tickle away as the other waited patiently to wipe those tears away. Lan Xichen couldn’t wait to look and caress every inch of Jiang Cheng’s blushy, smiley face, to try to commit it into his mind. He barely had time to do so, however, before the other was attacking every inch of his face with kisses, lips following the fabric of his (their) forehead ribbon and then pushing it up to kiss the cold skin under it. When the pecks began trailing to his cheeks, Xichen began tittering uncontrollably.

“W-wahahahayin, plehehease. Yohohou know, you knohohow Ihihi am the mohohost t-teheherribbly tihihihicklish there!”

“Serves you right.”

“Wahahahait, please hahahave-” oh my, his voice had already started to get high and giggly, how silly. “-Hahahave your wahahahater first! On the tahahahble, there is- oh, plehehehease, Wanyin!”

Jiang Cheng chuckled, amused, and teased him enough to put an equally wide smile and bright, slight teary eyes (which was quite easy when it came to Lan Xichen, something that would make him blush and pretend to hear nothing when mentioned) before they went sit at his writing table, enjoying the warm oolong tea (with honey for Wanyin) and a few snacks to replenish their energy so they could cuddle and enjoy the rest of the day without sleeping.

“I am,” Lan Xichen thought, when the night was already dark and the moon was shining, as he remembered about all his happy, giggly memories from earlier, warm, content and light as a feather that could be taken anywhere in the sky, “really, really lucky, for all the lovely people I have on his life, who let me share so much joy with them.” From his childhood, his worst and best days of life, all of this had only been possible for the wonderful people that were by his side who he saw grow up and whom he grew up with. Being lucky seemed an euphemism for them.

Closing his eyes, Xichen thought about putting all of those memories on a book, so he could always remember and cherish them without any mistake or misremembered detail.

Perhaps he should. He could even call his friends and family to add a line or two about their feelings or thoughts in the part of their own memories.

He snorted softly, thinking about where he could hide it to not have curious eyes and outsiders wondering why Zewu-Jun, the First Jade of Gusu Lan, the actual Leader of the Lan Sect had pages and pages of such a playful, quite childish kind of mischievousness, thing so carefully registered on paper.

If he actually wrote all of it down, it could make an entire story, with plenty of chapters and plenty of love. Perhaps those memories could fill more than a single book, even.

Nevertheless, he thought, a smile easing on his face as his thoughts were taken bit by bit by the unconsciousness of sleep, what a wonderful collection that would be.

[~*~]

EXTRAS

Lan Xichen and Wei Wuxian only started to get into tickle fights because one day, while he was teaching about music cultivation to Wangji’s class, since he had to go to shufu resolve a serious matter, Wei Wuxian confused him for Lan Zhan and, in an unfair attack from behind, locked his arms in a hug and tickled his armpits. Of course, even after saying that he didn’t take the confusion to his heart and accept his brother in law’s apologies, his revenge was swift and merciless. Not one to be easily outdone, Wei Wuxian decided to compete to see who was the biggest tickle monster in Gusu Lan

This fic has exactly 26.022 words, crazy!!! The doc where I wrote it tho has 30.424 because I wrote there a all those extras, an extra scenario and The Only One Monser fica because I was procrastinating writing this fic kjhgfghujikjh rip

#THIS CHANGED SOMETHING IN ME #I AM FOREVER ALTERED

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squeaky-n-blushy · 29 days ago

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been seeing a lot of ship/relationship charts going around and got inspired to make my own revolving around tickling! do whatever you please with this, i can definitely fill it out on my own if some of it is confusing <3

#hhhmmmm #save #could be helpful

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squeaky-n-blushy · 29 days ago

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The Collection (Second Chapter)

2. Hunger

Kanene's Notes: This was supposed to be posted MUCH earlier but guess who decided to add more 2k of words? :DDD Someone save from myself please uhygfdefghjk anyways it's growing increasedly harder to find pictures for the chapter so wish me luck tomorrow because I am FUC-

I offer this little humble meal for @squeaky-n-blushy, who was an amazing support for me during the entire fic but the main reason why I am crazy for those characters specifically. Hope you get crazy about them as well <3

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, nothing explicit but they are a bit deranged in some parts jhgfdfgh, Mouth Tickles, Rough and Light Tickles. None of them are the smallest bit normal about each other. Ler!Lan Xichen + Ticklish!Mingjue + Ticklish!JIn Guangyao/Meng Yao. Around 8.000 words.

[~*~]

It wasn’t only about the smiles and rarity of reactions Xichen got that fulfilled his demeanor. Sometimes, Xichen was thrilled by the adrenaline of discovery, the selfishness of holding a new kind of knowledge that would be forever his and only his, kind of necessity of seeing someone vulnerable under his care, it all mixed with his already known fondness and playfulness and created something he felt addicted to. It was followed by a different kind of hunger that filled his senses and took over his thoughts, creating strong and rare bolts of smugness and fire that graced his usual smiling face every single time he discovered another spot, another technique that would, unannounced, pry a new brand of laughter from his “victim”, something that would make them look at him with wide, half afraid, half expectant eyes.

And all Xichen could was to drink those reactions.

(...)

The blade came so close it cut a couple of strands off his hair before Lan Xichen could dodge from it, which was a completely unsatisfactory reflex and a shame to shufu’s teaching. Xichen at this point would be soon old enough to lead a night hunt of his own and he should at least be able to prevent an attack before it was close enough to deadly harm him, his distraction and confidence in being one of the very few cultivators awake in that moment was what blinded him from accurately interpreting the distinct sounds of leaves moving differently that morning since the he passed nearby the guest quarters as he followed the path to the younger juniors’ classroom with his brother.

Lan Xichen, however, couldn’t hoard all the reasons of the success of that sneaking attack, not even having time to dwell on it, quick to dodge another swipe, now aiming for his legs, before changing course to his torso, passing too close to his ribs and forcing him to jump away. The attack also gave him the perfect view of those grey, determined and excited eyes.

Nie Mingjue was really a wonderful opponent.

“Excuse me, Wangji!” Lan Xichen couldn’t even hide the smile on his lips from his voice, even though a part of him was sad for losing half of an incense's stick of quietness that always took the mountains in the early morning, sometimes he more than loved to share with his little brother before class. “For a distraction has crossed my path and is too insistent to let me get away from it.”

Quietness has been a rare thing since the arrival of the guest cultivators from all the others Four Great Sects, although, even with all the strictness and reinforced rules of the Cloud Recesses.

He heard his brother coming before he saw him, too overwhelmed by the sheer brute force (and much more agility that one would expect from his particular…muscular form) of Mingjue’s attack to stop him. The movement obligated him to stop dodging and pull out his scabbard (but not his sword, of course), meeting the next powerful strike head on, using his taller height (his growing spur appeared just last spring for his absolute delight and Lan Zhan’s contrite despair) and pull it higher and higher. Just in time, Wangji positioned himself defensively right in front of him, hand on Bichen and posture straight and coldly threatening, much to Mingjue’s confusion for the way the other blinked at the younger one and his attack faltered (but never relented).

“Lower your sword. Fighting is prohibited in Cloud Recesses.”

“I apologize, Second Young Master Lan,” Mingjue grunted, trying to make Lan Xichen stumble with a sudden change of his footwork, the Lan was quick to stabilize himself, but the movement made the younger one look even more distasteful at him. The boy was really protective. “Still, I am sure an exception can be applied when a promise has been made and not fulfilled, or at least I hope. I’ve heard only good things about Lan’s cultivators and their honor, afterall.”

Being overzealous of your own character and abilities was below a Lan (also prohibited by their rules), yet Xichen couldn’t help the spark of pride exploding on his chest for both how much adamant the Nie has been in getting them to spar together and the current tightness showing on Mingjue’s voice, his muscles straining where he continued pressing forward. It was very helpful that the older Nie master allowed his arm to be twisted into an uncomfortable position to keep the blow out of Wangji’s range. If Wangji realized that, it only served to make him even more displeased, setting himself even straighter, face unmoving.

“Xiongzhang owes Sect Heir Nie nothing.”

Mingjue quirked his eyebrow in what could be only a mix of amusement and bewilderment. Xichen felt a light heat on his ears and quickly jumped into the conversation before it could escalate even more.

(It felt good to feel pursued, however it came with the effect of Xichen finding himself wanting to impress the other more and more, lately.)

“It’s fine, Wangji.” Perhaps, when Lan Zhan got into the age of guest students, he would learn to let go a little more of their thousands of rules, it would do him good to relax a bit and have more friends. “I have truly promised Mingjue-xiong a friendly spar and unfairly postponed it several times. He is being fair in trusting my word.”

Actually, he had more or less froze when Mingjue came striding purposefully in his direction after Elder Zhang used him for a demonstration of the Gusu Lan forms with a simple sparring match, his hand locking on his shoulder with a strong grip and a wide (beautiful) smile that made him lose himself into warm for long kes until he came back to his own traitorous mouth agreeing with a smile to everything the other said.

“A spar must only be held under the supervision of a senior.”

“A spar with swords.” he countered, quickly setting his eyes on those grey ones. “And Mingjue-shixiong will be very kind to sheathe his saber again, won’t he?”

Mingjue narrowed his eyes and weakened his blow just enough to see if Xichen would keep pressing on, which he didn’t, both ending the attack until Baxia was resting on its usual place on Mingjue’s back. His voice came out gruffy, the now free hand creeping to scratch at his neck, as if he was embarrassed. It was a funny thought, to imagine someone so outspoken and sure of himself get flustered by his younger brother. “Of course, I apologize for interrupting your walk. I only now realized how rude my actions has come off to be. They do not represent the education and precepts of the Nie Sect.”

Before Xichen could smile and assure his apology was unnecessary, Wangji quickly answered for him, voice still serious and completely unmerciful at his words. “Shufu will be informed and your punishment delivered after your classes.” He bowed the exact necessary high, perfectly polite, and it took every single willpower of the older one to not snicker or, even worse, laugh out loud at the expression on Mingjue’s face.

Lan Zhan turned and stared at him with the corner of his eyes expectantly. Lan Xichen huffed and stepped to his side combing a strand of hair back to its place, much to the younger’s mortification, for the way he frowned at him and started walking away with slight pink ears.

Lan Xichen smiled and smiled, turning back to Mingjue, who crossed his arms and kept looking at him with that funny combination of terribly annoyed and astonishedly amused, the corner of his eyes crinkling his eyes as he saw, once more, the Sect Heir Lan escaping from his clutches once again.

“Hope we manage to spar soon, Jue-shixiong.” He then turned away, a levity appearing on his step at knowing that he would keep running and dodging his next attempts for as long as Nie Mingjue kept being so kind as to chase him.

…

A hand grabbed his arm and pushed. A trill of adrenaline caught up in his throat as he twirled, using the overflowing robes and long sleeves to confuse his opponent and give him enough space to plant his feet on the other’s chest and kick with enough force to make Mingjue stagger. It didn’t make him buckle, though, and his grip only locked on his arm even tighter, refusing to let go of his advantage. At this point, both heirs were gasping breathless from the long chase that led them to this isolated camp and the following even longer spar. There were spots of dirt and blades of grass all over Mingjue’s face and robes, which kept making Xichen’s fingers twitch closer to pat them clean. Not even the heat of the battle kept the Lan from noticing how the other’s eyes kept jumping across his own askew robes and crooked forehead ribbon. Each blow, each grip, kick and touch left a bruning kind of feeling behind, pulsing from each point of contact.

When two more of his strongest blows didn’t succeed to let Mingjue go (it was no wonder that the Nie heir would be so skilled at close-range combat, his general strength was definitely not overestimated on the few humors Xichen had caught up on), Lan Xichen threw himself on the ground, using the momentum to drag the other with him, kicking both of his legs on his stomach to lift him momentarily in the air and then throw him away.

Just as he jumped back to a standing position and fell on the other’s legs, ready to pin the Nie to the ground, Mingjue quickly began lifting his torso in an attempts to unbalance him, ready to throw him away and turn their luck in the first opportunity. In a momentarily act of effort, Lan Xichen’s hands shoot behind him, gripping the muscle to hold him down and-

And Mingjue, larger and stronger than anyone from his generation, known for his sheer force, for his direct words and unmovable opinions, he… squeaked.

Both of them froze and Lan Xichen felt his eyes fixate on the light path of color appearing on the other’s cheeks like a hawk. Something clicked right in his mind, and he turned the slight bit around to see how his hands were digging on Mingjue’s thighs, almost close to his knee, he looked forward again and took notice of the hint of a startled smile on his face.

His gruffy (embarrassed) voice cut the silence. “You just tickled me, no need to stop the sparring when I was so close to win.” The teasy remark was accompanied by another attempt of getting up again, only to fall right back to the ground when Xichen massaged circles on the ticklish spot, squeezing his thighs more purposefully and watching the uncontrollable, loud snickers that began flowing at that, following the pace of his tickles, growing louder and louder when he moved upwards to drum on the corner of his inner thighs and then growing higher and quicker as he stretched a little and spidered tickled all over it. “Xi-i-CHEN!”

Lan Xichen didn’t reply, he looked with fascination at the beginning of giant smile adorning his face, so different from his previously challenging ones calling him for combat or his smug grins after meeting one more of his blows with his own. Xicjen followed dazedly as that path of color began to grow stronger and his laughter to flow more easily, body squirming under his ministrations, trying to lift his legs and only making him dig harder on the ticklish spot or quick fruitlessly as the playful touched followed him no matter what he did, each breathtaking reaction loud and lovely as if unsashament of gathering all the attention that it deserved.

Two hands flew to hold his shoulders and Xichen moved quicker than he ever did before. In less than a ke he gathered both wrists on one hand and pulled them back to his chest with a low, growling warning of “Don’t you dare.”

He blinked and faltered, astonished with his own reaction a moment, worriedly looking into Mingjue’s expression, who simply looked back at him just as before, smile growing and the surprise on his eyes starting to be taken over by challenge. Then, his fingers brushed across a particularly bad spot when he wormed his other hand under his thigh, making Mingjue suddenly buckle and squawk, which, of course, only made him latch on it with even more scribbling and scratching.

“Tickling-” He squealed and pulled his hands, a funny kind of scoff leaving his mouth as Xichen’s grip kept unrelenting, his strength vanishing at the tickling (how much time has it been since someone dared to be this playful with him?). “-is not fair!”

“I apologize, but I don’t remember this as one of the rules we set for this sparring match, unfortunately.” The challenging tune now laid on Xichen’s voice, his playful attack not relenting for a single moment, Mingjue only seemed to snicker and laugh even more at that, staring at his expression with nothing more than a fire spreading in his eyes, stronger as ever even as his face got more and more colored by the kes. Xichen poked a little bit of fun. “Perhaps Sect Heir Nie can add his new rule as soon as this match ends and you admit my victory?”

“In your dreams!”

Before Xichen could reply, two knees hit his back and almost made him fall completely on Mingjue’s chest, throwing him out of balance and forcefully ceasing his tickles. For a maddening moment, Lan Xichen saw himself burying his face on his neck to listen more closely to all the remaining laughter that painted his smug, amused voice.

However, he couldn’t unfortunately let such an attack pass.

Letting go of his wrists, Lan Xichen was quick to turn around, taking advantage of how close his knees were to latch on the spot right above them, first spidering and scratching lightly the place until high giggles were floating on the air, before unleashing a full squeezing attack on them, digging and clawing at the ticklish skin. An unusual, playful smirk opened on his face when that made the other shriek and kick his legs away, unfortunately too much late as the Lan simply used the move to pull himself straight again, following his movement with ease. It didn’t take long before Mingjue was aching his back, shrieking and throwing his head back with belly laughter

“Once more, I offer my deepest apologies, such a delightful spot should never be neglected. It’s good that it, quite literally, jumped to my attention as quick as they, allowing me to right my wrongs.” When one leg tried to pull up again, Xichen simply tormented the soft underside with prodding and scratches, which made it slam right back at the ground and let him focus again in squeezing the kneecap, which made him lift his leg again and restart the cycle again and again. “Thank you for showing me the best place to take you apart and tickle you just where you wanted, your kindness and support will not be forgotten and be rewarded with your well deserved prize.”

Mingjue was too busy losing his mind to answer, squirming and kicking every time Xichen jumped from one leg to another watching with an amused kind of fascination as his laughter went higher then lower as he switched from his upper leg to his calves, kneading on the muscle and receiving a shrieking crackle in answer. He almost threw him off a few times with his trashing, gasps, yelps and squeals kept following his tickles every time he found a new extra ticklish spot, circling it teasingly before scratching and making him descend into more laughter. Lan Xichen was more than happy to keep exploring, if only to keep listening to those sounds.

Testingly, Lan Xichen locked his legs even stronger, tipping forward boldly to spider and trace the tip of his fingers across the entirety of his calf, listening how quicker and uncontrollable his snickers changed to crackles only to go back to uncontrollable titters the closer he slipped to his ankle, drawing teasing circles around the bone only to hear those tittering giggles growing slower momentarily only to jump in a squeak when he experimentally gave a poke to the sole of his feet.

“Is Jue-xiong already convinced of my victory?”

“You are cheating!” It was more than endearing to hear how those words were overcome by even more snickers.

“Then I believe a little more convincing might be in order.”

Xichen sneakily taking off one of his boots to tickle the spot lightly, receiving more wheezy guffaws at this. A clear, even if laughing, voice stopped him right as he was to attack

“If you put any of your offending fingers on my feet I will no longer hold back.” Mingjue warned. Lan Xichen blinked two big and innocent eyes at him, a single finger escaping to wiggle on his sole draw a quick tickle at the place. Mingjue clamped his mouth shut in what seemed like a snort.

“Did I just find your most ticklish spot, Jue-ge?”

The red spread quickly from his cheeks to the entire face at that and Xichen congratulated himself and kept the new acquired information in a special place in his mind, sure to use more of it in the future.

“You did.” At the gruffy (flushed) admission, Xichen felt fireworks dancing on his soul, more than delighted to know just what kind of reactions he would pry from such a special spot. “If you attack me there, Xichen, mark my words:”

(Xichen, Xichen, Xichen)

“Next time I will be the one to not stop until I find your most ticklish spot, and then I won’t give you any time to chat and offer mercy when I finally get to it.”

Xichen wondered if those shining eyes could see how much he was floating, how the adrenaline at the promise set every single one of his nerves on fire, how it brought a different kind of smirk into his face, how it alight a new sensation of challenge and playfulness guarded on his soul.

“This lowly one thanks his senior for such a precious warning.” His eyes crinkled and Mingjue’s furrowed in a protest that he was that old, but the Lan gave him no time to reply. “I shall not show Jue-ge any mercy, then.”

Just as the words finally setted, he attacked.

(...)

It was dangerous to be with Lan Xichen, for all the good and the bad reasons. He was wanted by the Wen Sect, a sect heir on the run and his simple existence put all the little things he worked so hard to have, his life in danger, but those were things that Meng Yao had already reached peace with himself about. However, he was also sweet, trusting, lovely in a way he thought only fictional characters of a foolish book could be, the only one besides his mother who tried to know him.

At first, all of this had helped to keep his guards up on the first days, but as the time passed, it made Meng Yao too comfortable, too at ease and no matter how much he analyzed his smiles, his attentive gaze that made him want talk until his heart was pried wide open, he couldn’t find any hint of deceit. The more he looked, the more he investigated, the more he pried, the more he was drawn close, as if Lan Xichen was a bright candle in the middle of the night and Meng Yao was nothing more than a dark month hopelessly attracted to the flame, to the brightness, the warmth, the care, the affection.

Lan Xichen gave it all too easily, much before he could even do anything to earn it. It made Meng Yao want to do embarrassing things, like buy poetry books so he could listen to Xichen read them out loud (even knowing he was already way too tight on budget as he could), to comb his lustrous hair and decorate with the most beautiful hairpins (what an embarrassing thought to have), to cradle him close, to always have him in his field vision and follow him like a puppy who wishes for nothing more than to lay down, bask on the attention and show the soft of his belly.

Although he had not expected to be that literally.

“A-Yao,” there were two pecks softly, so carefully, laid on his eyelids that they had Meng Yao floating. He drifted and soared high in the sky as his mind kept repeating that soft tune as if he could get drunk on it. A spark of warmth blossomed from where he touched and spread across his face, the feeling of those soft lips lingering.

A-Yao, A-Yao, A-Yao.

“Will you look at me?”

He was hopeless to such a tiny request from someone who could ask, could demand much more from this lowly one. Meng Yao opened his eyes and watched those golden hues above him, mouth almost betraying its master and answering without his command, saying that yes, he would, he would do anything for him, he would kill and slay and spend the rest of his life prying open, cutting out and hiding his rotten parts from him if that meant never losing Lan Xichen. He would keep on hating the world, collecting every pebble of love and trust he was able to create and hoard them all into those caring, trusting hands of the Lan, giving it all to him and only him over and over again.

“Are you still comfortable?” He was floating and Xichen was worried. It was clear for the way his eyes dropped and averted away for a moment, how they travelled across his body looking for hints of discomfort, hand twitching away from him, shoulders were layered tight with tension. There was this kind of frown he did when he was preoccupied, when his eyebrows would go the slight bit downwards while his jaw set a tad straighter in doubt.

So lost in his thoughts Meng Yao was that he didn’t even notice it before, an unforgiven mistake on his part, but he would berate himself for his negligence later. Instead, Meng Yao immediately set himself on the work to cut any doubt or fear that began assaulting Xichen’s still healing confidence.

Meng Yao lift his arms and held Xichen’s hands on a light, soothing grip as he brought them to his own face, resting them on his bare forehead and not quite kissing those skilled, long and graceful fingers, so above from him in every sense and form (but not for long, not for long) but, since he was still a weak man, letting his lips graze them reverently. They stayed a moment like this, before Meng Yao directed them to lay on his stomach, an amused grin blossoming on his face at how such a simple action made color explode across the other’s cheekbones.

“Tickle me, please, Xichen-gege.” He said, proud how his words only made the blushing worse.

He very pointedly refused to complete the sentence with the thoughts that haunted his mind every day and night since the moment he realized the nature of his not so pure nor controlled feelings about Lan Xichen. Ever since then, all the words about his true desire and wishes have been hanging on the tip of his tongue as he swallowed them over and over again.

Meng Yao did not say “If you don’t make me lose myself in laughter right now, I will completely lose my mind.”

He did not point out how he wanted to “slam you on the ground and find each one of your reactions, to explore and analyze every weak part of yours until I have all of them safe and sound in my hands, until I can cradle them as close as I can.”

He didn’t even consider expressing how he dreamed in “taking your face in my hands and swallowing your sound every sound, memorizing your every expression until I can burn in my mind all your favorite spots and favorite words.”

He did not say how if he could, he would “spend the rest of my life taking care of them, of you. I will discover your every want, your every small or big desire and take pride in giving you them again and again. Until there’s nothing I could do to make you happier.”

“So, please, pry that control away from me before I discover the best way to take away yours.”

(The worst thing is that Lan Xichen would let him, he would let him-)

Instead, he let each one of those words die in his lips and then, with his most calm, serene smile, he stared Lan Xichen back.

Those fingers began scribbling over his stomach, quickly chasing all of those thoughts until they were out of his grasp and far away from his mind, a gasp being fished from his mouth as he forced his eyes to stay open as per the others request, keeping them open and trusting when Xichen was fast to look over and search for any hint of discomfort, not bothering to hide or control the wobbly line of his smile.

As Lan Xichen relaxed with what he saw, he began exploring a little more, dancing fingers spidering softly up and down his belly as if he was personally tormenting each one of his nerves with tickles, circling his blunt nails around his belly button and chuckling lowly when that made him huff and his grin grow wider. Those skilled and careful hands continued to draw various and uncessant lines and forms on his stomach, prying airy, quiet sounds for the next kes they continued like this. Lan Xichen didn’t stop looking at him adorably the entire time and Meng Yao tried to not melt too much so soon, titters coming faster and faster out of his mouth, especially as Xichen began poking and prodding the sensitive spot of lower belly, scratching and digging at his hips, clawing at the bones and attacking his waist with no mercy.

“Is my A-Yao very ticklish here?”

His giggles grew stronger and flooded the entire space, shoulders trembling, chest bouncing and nerves alight with the electricity that each touch brought, Meng Yao almost jolted in surprise at the sudden mischievous tune of the other’s voice and his change of spot, only noticing then that his eyes had automatically closed again at it.

“N-not the most ticklish, I am afraid.” He snorted and held his robes in a tight grip to not cover his face away, only allowing himself to later kneel at the urge after Xichen got more absorbed in turning him into a laughing mess and stopped worrying and trying to gauge his level of comfort. “Hohohope Xichen-ge doehehesn’t mind reheceiving a few giggles fohor his efforts?”

“Any reaction, if it comes from you, then I will always cherish it, for as long as you’re willing to give me each one of them.” Meng Yao’s neck prickled with heat and words scrambled across his mind when Xichen began scrapping and running his wiggly fingers widly around his sides, sending tingles and shivers across his entire torso, pulling a quiet gasp and more strident snickers.

He was a smooth and soft type of a tormentor, then. His soft teases and playful voice were very effective in making him feel even more ticklish than any other time before, tiny squirms coming from one side to another even as Meng Yao tried to make his own body lay as still as possible for Lan Xichen to not understand his wiggling around as something that was not.

“A-Yao, still thinking so much?” His hands were pried from where they were clued on his robes and pulled upwards until they were interlocking behind the Lan’s neck, getting too so, so close to the ends of his forehead ribbon that Meng Yao could almost feel it burning next to his skin. The very sensation of Xichen’s hands now crawling and spidering up his defenseless torso quickly vanished with that distraction. “Let me take care of this, let your brilliant mind rest for a moment in my care.”

“This lowly one-” He squeaky loudly when Lan Xichen refuted his choice of words with a poke on his belly button, wiggling and scratching the ticklish skins of its walls over and over again until more squeaks were falling from his lips and Meng Yao remembered how Xichen asked him to say referring himself as such after what he did. “I was only-” He jolted and buckled when those hands went to his ribs, touch forgiving and yet equally maddening. Xichen began scribbling and lightly clawing the bones, giving an especial attention even to the space in between each one. Tittering melting with puffs of laughter from his lips. “Only wondering if thihis talking is frohohom experiehence. Is still Xic-xichehen-ge ihihis too tickilihihish?”

Lan Xichen hummed non actually answering (which was already an answer on itself) and continued changing from each ticklish spots on his torso already explored before he could grow used to the sensation, taking his sweet time to tease each one, pressing and vibrating on them until there was much more squeaks and guffaws mixing with his giggles and his mind loosened its grasp of thoughts, leaving him relaxed enough to almost not process Xidhen’s next words.

“Maybe A-Yao will have the opportunity to find out later?”

Out of his control, flashes of memories passed on his mind, Lan Xichen laughing with a sleeve covering his smile when Meng Yao showed him that absurd and slanderous book that promised to teach you how to grow a golden core without any cultivation, Lan Xichen stuttering and blushing when he realized only after winning their light discussion that his point meant that both of them would have to share his tiny, thin bed for no one sleep on the ground, Lan Xichen fiercely staring back, a challenging fire in his eyes, one moment before Meng Yao was flipped and lost their sparring match, Lan Xichen laughing out loud the first time since he decided to trust him enough and hide in his house.

(Lan Xichen under him, writhing, gasping and pilant-)

“Xichehen-ge is such a teahahase.” He whined, watching as something flashed across Lan Xichen’s eyes for a moment before disappearing.

(He would investigate that interesting detail later.)

“My life was the one who asked for it.” Before Meng Yao even had the time to properly process the words (his what-), Lan Xichen quickly lowered his head and began peppering his neck and that awfully, newly discovered (and the one that started this whole thing) weak spot behind his ears with small raspberries and tickly kisses, making silly noises and joyful humming every time a garbled sound or a bubbly protest escaped Meng Yao’s mouth, his entire body now shaking with the squeal of surprise at the sudden action elected, before his laughter was taken over by the absolute onslaught of crackling snickers and high pitched titters that jumped across the air uncontrollably and unashamed.

It only grew quicker and louder as those creeping hands got close to his armpits, drumming each finger on the hollows and making his giggles disappear with a snort. Rare jolts of tiny squeaks and airy yelps made their own appearance at every particularly mean nibble or evil tickle that assaulted his poor sensitive spots, face smushed on his own shoulder in an attempt to both bare part of his neck to the other and to hide at least a bit of his flustered state.

As the time passed and the tickling continued, his nerves were set more and more alight with every buzzing sensation and his mind only became a puddle of mirth and joy, too busy laughing and being happy to even bother with any thoughts or problems. Meng Yao gave nothing but his pure and honest reactions, his every protest, every smile, every snickered ‘Xichen-ge’ and every squirm saying the same one thing, over and over again, eternally on repeat

I trust you, I trust you, I love you.

(...)

It had taken the two of them.

Both Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen sandwiched A-Yao in between them during their cuddling time, each moment filled with soft cares, quiet words and light bickering that had made each second of Lan Xichen speeding through his work until he was free to enjoy his leisure time with both of them. It took a little more coaching and attention until A-Yao was finally melting in their embrace, staring at Nie Mingjue with half lidded eyes and a relaxed hum as the other pulled him closer to his chest, which resulted in him receiving a pout and an unforgiving pinch on his thigh by Xichen, who scooted closer as well.

Only a few moments after that, as Lan Xichen was caressing Jin Guangyao’s arm with a light traces and rubs, he heard a small giggle and saw the arm twitch in a reaction that he could recognize and paint with blindfolded eyes. It didn’t took more than half a ke for the Lan start to add a couple of purposeful and playful touches, “accidentally” brushing the tip of his fingers over and over again his wrist and palm (which so far brought the best reactions) as tittering snickers started to escape from his smiling lips.

As the tickles began exploring his already very known ticklish spots, Mingjue, with a barely-there scuffle, set Guangyao’s back against the mattress, both taking over the opportunity to hold his arms above his head in a simple illusion of restrain, since that only made Guangyao become ven more boneless at their administrations, each giggle, each titter and huff being pried from his lips resulted in him melting more and more against them, more than comfortable to indulge both in the trap that had been so careful calculated.

Nie Mingjue complained gruffly about how he couldn’t find any spot that would truly make A-Yao go mad with laughter and finally get his revenge for how much the Jin had done that exact thing with them (always full of mischievous taunts and teases about it, as well) time and time again in the past and would very much likely to continue to do so in the future.

“Perhaps da-ge should simply try harder, then.” Jin Guangyao’s melodious and teasingly condescending tune cut his complaint, giggles filling the room even stronger than before as Mingjue stopped his tickle attack to stare at him astonished at the audacity. Xichen was more than happy to let them bicker and distract themselves and he kept exploring with light scribbles his new information. That was when the fatidic moment happened.

One of Lan Xichen’s fingers danced quickly and distractedly at the inner part of his elbow, which, for the loud squeal that immediately followed the light, curious caress of the tip of his fingers, was incredibly sensitive, and promptly made all of them freeze stunned at that reaction.

Lan Xichen pushed himself up the bedding until he moved from the cozy, comfortable place on A-Yao’s side (perfect to pepper his neck and ears with tiny, fluttering kisses that would make both spots quickly be painted in a lovely shade of red when he whispered teases upon teases on them) to look at the other, who was staring with wide eyes right back at him, face still carrying the hint of his lovely smile, now locked in place with his surprise.

Oh.

What a delightful day.

The more Xichen looked, the more A-Yao kept himself still, as if moving a single muscle would remind both of them what they had been previously doing, as if the knowledge would simply escape from his mind and the lovely discovery was never made.

The more Lan Xichen stared, the more he felt his smirk grow and grow.

It was Nie Mingjue who broke them out of it.

“Do that again.” And, between Mingjue’s dangerous light in his eyes and Xichen absolutely glee clear on his face, both painted in the same shade of hunger, Jin Guangyao seemed to be left without words. He shivered when Xichen’s warm touch found his elbow again, fingertips only resting there. The Lan watched with fascination as goosebumps sprouted freely across his arms at his action. A-Yao’s lips twitched in a wonderful, excited way and his dimples became more pronounced.

His tickles then escalated slowly, peppering the ticklish skin with the tiniest, barely there scratches that pulled another high, poorly concealed screech from his mouth before it was firmly clamped shut as the Jin tried to pry his wrists out of their hold fervently, eyes wide in a mix of adrenaline and alarm.

“Is that your death spot, A-Yao? How could you not share them with us until today?” Xichen let his face fall in the same way he did when one of the sect leaders in conferences tried to demand absurd deals or let out insulting commentaries, a sad kind of disapproval that would leave them scrambling to correct themselves and explain how they never meant any offense. Jin Guangyao, however, continued to look at him with no honey words or distracting teases falling freely from his lips and Xichen was helpless at the way his heart melted as he saw the corner of Guangyao’s warm eyes crinkle and gaze hold a playful glint, not being fooled one bit by Xichen’s theatrics and insteading pulling one of his own. Gulping down his persistent titters, he shook his head.

“Er-ge knows I am not-” His voice wavered and he narrowed his eyes at Xichen in a light annoyment as he digged just the slight bit on the spot, his scratches picking up a fastest pace for a blink and obliging him to press his lips together and squirm for maddening moments before Guangyao managed to take a hold of himself again. He coughed, a disguise for another wheezing giggle. “Excuse me. As I was saying before the unfortunate interruption: I am not that ticklish.” He tilted his head, a light hint of what could be called a pitiful pout in his face and Xichen instinctively mirrored him.

“I understand it might be…” His voice started to falter the more Xichen continued to tease and tickle that spot. “C-complicated for er-ge to understand, with how sensitive your body is, but I-HIHIHI!”

As it seems Nie Mingjue jumped to save the Lan from his provocation, like the heroic cultivator he was known and acted as. Or maybe he got tired of their playing around, not being one as fond of the entertainment of teasing competitions or tiny pokes of fun made specifically to increase one’s anticipation as both Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen were. Besides, he was internally familiar with how long they could take in their game, being or the victim or the observer of those occasions.

Therefore, it was no surprise when he decided enough was enough and put his hands to a good use. Or mouth, since his most effective way to distract them was to start carefully nibbling the new discovered ticklish spot, resting nips here and there on the trapped arm in his reach.

“Da-ge!” There was a hysterical tune in his words and there was a shakiness in his arms. Lan Xichen could empathize, Mingjue’s beard was something to be truly feared during his tickle attacks. Still, they weren’t hearing any laughter in the air, which, in Lan Xichen’s humble opinion, was an insulting oversight of their part that should be corrected immediately.

Lan Xichen smiled, sighing happily and lowering his head until he could nuzzle freely on hi inner elbow, intertwining his care with soft kisses, humming (of course with his lips resting on the skin so his A-yao could feel perfectly each vibration) and trailing the trembling skin with one or two small raspberries that would leave the other jolting on the same place, each touch and tickle making it increasingly difficult to keep his crackles concealed.

“Er-ge-eeh!” A snort escaped, quickly followed by an squeak and Lan Xichen nodded in lieu of an answer, huffing softly in amusement. His now free fingers crawled up, one step at a time and stopped right under his wrist. He moved his hand that had been clutching Guangyao’s one in a restringing hold until they were intertwining their fingers instead, leaving the soft, slightly sensitive skin of his wrist free for him to attack with the lightest, softest scribbling tickles.

There was a barely aborted snortle and then guffaws were chasing each other freely in the air, louder than his usual snickers and much quicker than his giggles and a little less composed.

“There we go.” Lan Xichen exhaled in relief, leaving a peck on his hand and closing his eyes in satisfaction, bathing in the melodious tune of the Jin’s laughter. “Feels so much better to let go, don’t you think, A-Yao?”

“Your wrists too?” Nie Mingjue may sound irritated to anyone else, but only a bit more attention to the gleam in his eyes and the teasing curve of his grin and then it would be clear just how much fun he was having with this. He and A-yao, especially, had a strong delight in breaking each other into pieces and taking their time to push each other closer and closer to their breaking point. Even if it was not really his type to engage in this kind of affection as well, it was good that they held a special thing in between themselves and Lan Xichen was happy to see each other being so carefree. As if to consolidate his thought, a bark of bright crackle escaped Jin Guangyao and left him lost in even more uncontrollable reactions. “You don’t do more than simply smile when we tickle your sides or armpits only for the reason of your fall to be your wrists and elbows?!”

A-Yao snorted before falling back into crackles, if it was a result of Mingjue’s tease or the fact that there was a booming laughter now hiding his, it really didn’t matter when Lan Xichen ended being blessed by both of them either way. Nie Mingjue didn’t take long before following the exact contrary of his example, his touches becoming energetic and full of prodding and spidering to torment both spots, the sheer contrast of sensations pulling snorts and more hysterical laughter from him.

Lan Xichen tried to burn in his mind the cadence of his reactions, the fluctuations of his chuckles that followed delightfully the pace of each stroke of his fingers, the tittering tune it got with his playful, adoring teases and how free and quicker it sounder with each of his nibbles. When the Lan opened his eyes, he watched how Jin Guangyao’s eyes closed tightly, how big it was his smile and how his arms rested still on their grip, hand tightly gripping theirs. There was now a red hue painting his face and clear joy in each one of his reactions were, how tight he was holding his hands. Mingjue almost wasn’t able to torment him with taunts and teases with the volume of his chortles, instead deciding to go back to lay tickly kisses and nibbles on every ticklish spot he could find. Two different kind of laughter filled the space and Lan Xichen couldn’t help but follow with his own snickers, creating the truly most melodious song.

Every and any details were collected and placed carefully in his mind so Xichen could rewatch the moment over and over again, later, when they were back to lead their own sects and Gusu Lan nights got too quiet and his thoughts too loud to endure.

Before the melancholy could take a hold over his mind, however, Xichen decided to bask in the sunlight of both of the most trusted people.

“I want to paint this.” A-Yao’s eyes turned to him, shining in a rare mix of shyness and excitement. “You think you could continue smiling like this for me, A-Yao?”

“We could keep him like this for a few hours alright.” Nie Mingjue chuckled darkly, suddenly changing to dig and drum his tickling fingers on his armpits until a squeal escaped Guangyao’s lips. Slower snickers and giggles took over the uncontrollable laughter from before, allowing him into a giggly kind of break. “Keeping him laughing, squirming and squealing just like he is so eager to do with us. I say, one painting won’t be enough. I personally will want to commission one for my own chambers and I bet Gusu Lan would appreciate such a fine scene as well.”

Jin Guangyao wasn't even trying to fight anymore, becoming a tittering puddle in his bed, rich brown eyes watching them fondly, sharp and attentive, and yet so trusting. There was no point in trying to conceal his reactions any further, letting himself instead let go of his control in a way that only the two of them would be witness to. The strong color on his face began to spread to his ears and neck and Lan Xichen was helpless for the way that it made him want to follow its trail with tiny, teasing raspberries and fluttering kisses. So he did.

“Beautiful. So beautiful, my A-Yao.”

Said one took a deep breath and pressed in between his titters and chuckles. “Not as beautiful as my er-ge and da-ge, when they get in my position.”

His tune made it sound like a simple observation, but they were no fool. Jin Guangyao’s revenge would be ruthless and inevitable. Still, Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen were not afraid, instead doubling their efforts until the warmth and the tickling sensation were the only things A-Yao could focus on.

[~*~]

EXTRAS:

The universe put me in this world to write Xichen and Guangyao being the most deranged about each other actually. Pls image that Lan Xichen was also having the craziest thoughts while reducing Jin Guangyao to a giggle puddle <3

If you ever wonder about the relationship of Xichen with idk anyone from 2º and 3º chapter (besides the special guest appearance that will appear <3) only remember that I have no idea what is actually happening in this fic at all and those words are not bound to real life and flesh limitations

Lan Xichen tickling A-Yao for the first time: <3 <3 <3 silly time!!! so happy that Meng Yao let me do that! I Am Completely Normal About This Outcome And Am Not Having Lots of (Rule Breaking) Thoughts About All Of This :)

Me about Meng Yao: This one can fit so much gays awakenings moments right now you have no idea

Me writing Mingjue and Xichen’s moment: and then Mingjue attacks him from behind-

Lan Zhan: And I am there

Me: What. No you’re not

Lan Zhan: *sits in the middle of the scenario and refuses to move*

Me: Please I would’ve to rewrite like 10 whole paragraphs PLEASE move. You had like half of the first chapter to enjoy with your bro, go AWAY

Lan Zhan: Hm (no)

Mingjue by mistake, while Lan Xichen is tickling him: Fuck, Xichen!Xichen, starting to undo his outer robes: Well, since you asked…

#hello have you guys read this already? read it. pretty please. it'll do wonders for your soul.#here i am thinking about this yet again and it's done fantastic things for my mood 11927329/10 would definitely recommend

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squeaky-n-blushy · 1 month ago

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*KICKS DOWN DOOR* IT'S TIME

HUMBLE MEAL??? EXCUSE ME??? MY FRIEND, YOU ARE CRAZY AS WELL AS BLIND. I'M GLAD I SNUCK XIYAO INTO YOUR HEAD IF THAT'S WHAT MADE YOU BESTOW UPON US SUCH A BLESSING OF A FIC

I lost count of how many times I squealed. That's just the default "reading a Kanene fic" experience really, I don't know what else I was expecting. THESE CHARACTERS AND THE WAY YOU WROTE THEM AAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHH GODS HELP ME IM LOSING IT

Below you will find me screaming again and again about the scenes, because really, when reading these fics what else can you do but scream? If you don't scream, all the giddiness will fester in your head and make you go crazy, that's unsafe, can't do that.

WE GOT!!!! LAN XICHEN'S!CLOUD RECESSES STUDY ARC ERA!!!! WE GOT TO SEE HIM AND MINGJUE BEING SILLY TEENAGERS TOGETHER TEEHEEEEE

LAN WANGJI WANTING TO PROTECT HIS BROTHER AAAWWWWWW AAAWW <3 <3 And him, younger and significantly smaller and less visibility strong, standing up to Nie Mingjue like a stone wall. He is The Protective Didi of all time.

XICHEN GAY PANICKING WHEN MINGJUE APPROACHED HIM- TINY ZEWU-JUN YOU ARE GAAAAYYYYYYY

[Both of them froze and Lan Xichen felt his eyes fixate on the light path of color appearing on the other’s cheeks like a hawk.] EHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE GOOD MORNING TICKLE MONSTER XICHEN HELLO HIIIII <3 HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR BREAKFAST <3

WHY ARE YOU PROTESTING, NIE MINGJUE? YOU WANTED A FIGHT AND YOU GOT ONE :D

[Two hands flew to hold his shoulders and Xichen moved quicker than he ever did before. In less than a ke he gathered both wrists on one hand and pulled them back to his chest with a low, growling warning of “Don’t you dare.” ] OH??? OH????? WHAT'S THIS NOW??? XICHEN, WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE???? KANENE. KANENE WHAT'S GOING ON HERE.

[“Once more, I offer my deepest apologies, such a delightful spot should never be neglected. It’s good that it, quite literally, jumped to my attention as quick as they, allowing me to right my wrongs.” When one leg tried to pull up again, Xichen simply tormented the soft underside with prodding and scratches, which made it slam right back at the ground and let him focus again in squeezing the kneecap, which made him lift his leg again and restart the cycle again and again. “Thank you for showing me the best place to take you apart and tickle you just where you wanted, your kindness and support will not be forgotten and be rewarded with your well deserved prize.”] BY THE GODS THIS ENTIRE PARAGRAPH WAS PURE EVIL. LAN XICHEN YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE MENACE.

Mingjue trying to intimidate Xichen- Oohhh Nie Mingjue you're in no spot to threaten the tickle monster that has you in its playful clutches. Especially if said tickle monster is internally delighted at your threats.

AND THE NEXT SCENE HOLY SHIT KANENE KANENE THERE'S NO WAY YOU INCLUDED XICHEN BEING ON THE RUN. THERE IS NO WAY. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY FATHOM THE STRENGTH OF MY GLEE

MENG YAO SWOONING TEEHEEE TEEEHEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT'S MY BLORBO THAT'S MY BLORBOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

[bask on the attention and show the soft of his belly.] you know what they say: be careful what you wish for :]

THE AFFECTION BETWEEN THEM THE TENDERNESS THE FUCKING EYELID KISSES AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[he would do anything for him, he would kill and slay and spend the rest of his life prying open, cutting out and hiding his rotten parts from him if that meant never losing Lan Xichen.] OOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGHHHHHHH OAAAUUGGHHHHHH KANENE YOU'RE MAKING IT VERY DIFFICULT FOR ME TO PROPERLY COMMENT ON THE SCENES WHEN ALL I WANT TO DO IS WAIL AND SCREAM AND SQUEAL AND SCREAM SOME MORE

I adore how even in this soft moment, you still found a way to sneak in Meng Yao's ambitions.

on a completely different note,

[“Tickle me, please, Xichen-gege.” He said, proud how his words only made the blushing worse.] WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. I PHYSICALLY REELED BACK. YOU'RE TELLING ME ALL THIS TENDERNESS WAS FREAKING PREPARATION FOR THE TICKLING???? KANENE. KANENE I AM STRAIGHT UP BLUSHING. ME AND OUR BOY XICHEN CURRENTLY GOING THROUGH IT. ALSO, XICHEN-GEGE???????? GODS ABOVE. I WILL REFRAIN FROM COMMENTING BECAUSE THERE'S QUITE A BIT OF FOAM IN MY RABID MOUTH YOU SEE. MENG YAO FUCKING PLACING XICHEN'S HANDS ON HIS STOMACH GOODNESS GRACIOUS IM HYPERVENTILATING I AM. SO IS XICHEN, ON THE INSIDE. What's the matter, Lan Xichen? You're getting flustered now that someone bested you in tickly shamelessness?

[“So, please, pry that control away from me before I discover the best way to take away yours.”

(The worst thing is that Lan Xichen would let him, he would let him-)] THIS. THIS. AND EVERYTHING THAT CAME BEFORE. KANENE IT- I DO NOT HAVE WORDS TO DESCRIBE THE SCREAMING GOING ON IN MY HEAD AT THE MOMENT. I AM STARING AT THIS WITH GIGANTIC SAUCER EYES, BREATH CAUGHT IN MY THROAT AND EVERYTHING. SWEET GODS. IM DEAD. I'VE BEEN KILLED. AND I CAN'T EVEN BRING MYSELF TO BE MAD ABOUT IT BECAUSE WOW, WHAT A WAY TO DIE.

Xichen always being so attentive in looking for any signs of discomfort PLEASE PLEEEEEEAAASEEEEE

[“Is my A-Yao very ticklish here?”] MY A-YAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOO

MENG YAO TRYING TO STAY STILL AS TO NOT GIVE XICHEN THE IMPRESSION THAT THE TOUCHES ARE UNWELCOME AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

JUST THE CLOSENESS WITH THE FOREHEAD RIBBON BEING SO OVERWHELMING THAT THE TICKLING DIDN'T EVEN FEEL THAT RELEVANT- MENG YAO. TOUCH THE FOREHEAD RIBBON. DO IT. ENTANGLE YOUR FINGERS YOUR HAND WHATEVER ON IT TO COPE WITH THE TICKLES. IT'S WHAT XICHEN WOULD WANT. TRUST, CONFIA. AND IF IT HAPPENS TO COME OFF AS YOU SQUIRM, WHOOPSIE DAISY <3

[“Let me take care of this, let your brilliant mind rest for a moment in my care.” ] TÃO QUERENDO ME MATAR TÃO QUERENDO ME MATAAAAAAAAAAR THEY'RE TRYING TO KILL ME DEAD

XICHEN NOT LETTING MENG YAO REFER TO HIMSELF AS LOWLY AHEKAHDKHSDKGSDKHSSCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

(Lan Xichen under him, writhing, gasping and pilant-) OH??????????

[I trust you, I trust you, I love you.] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH KANEEENEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

A-YAO BEING WRECKED NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE. WHAT A FANTASTIC DAY I AM HAVING

[“Do that again.” And, between Mingjue’s dangerous light in his eyes and Xichen absolutely glee clear on his face, both painted in the same shade of hunger, Jin Guangyao seemed to be left without words.] OHOOOOOO YOU ARE A DEAD MAN. CONGRATULATIONS. ENJOY YOUR DEMISE~

[“I understand it might be…” His voice started to falter the more Xichen continued to tease and tickle that spot. “C-complicated for er-ge to understand, with how sensitive your body is, but I-HIHIHI!”] oooohhhh now you're just asking for it

Mingjue swooping in ahdkshksrhsk he doesn't have time for their anticipation he needs TO ENACT DESTRUCTION

[He and A-yao, especially, had a strong delight in breaking each other into pieces and taking their time to push each other closer and closer to their breaking point.] LOOK AT THE TWO OF THEM BEING HEALTHY <3 I AM SO PROUD OF THEM

AND THE WAY JIN GUANGYAO JUST SITS THERE LAUGHING AND TAKING IT. KANENE. KANENE THERE IS AN INSURMOUNTABLE JOY BLOSSOMING IN MY HEART. THE "TRUST NOBODY" GREMLIN ALLOWING HIMSELF TO JUST LET GO AND STOP THINKING BECAUSE HE'S SAFE. HE IS SAFE AND HE IS CHERISHED.

KANENE I AM OVERJOYED. THERE'S SOMETHING SPECIAL ABOUT THE WAY YOU WRITE THAT MAKES THE ENTIRE THING RADIATE JOY. Yes it's flustering yes it makes us want to jump at the wall but overall it's all extremely fun to read. There's never a boring moment reading one of your works when we're fighting a massive grin through the entire experience. Once again, thank you for sharing this with us, AND I AM PERSONALLY THANKING YOU FOR THE XIYAO <3 I'VE BEEN FED AND THE FOOD IS DELICIOUS <3

The Collection (Second Chapter)

2. Hunger

[~*~]

And all Xichen could was to drink those reactions.

(...)

Nie Mingjue was really a wonderful opponent.

Quietness has been a rare thing since the arrival of the guest cultivators from all the others Four Great Sects, although, even with all the strictness and reinforced rules of the Cloud Recesses.

“Lower your sword. Fighting is prohibited in Cloud Recesses.”

“Xiongzhang owes Sect Heir Nie nothing.”

(It felt good to feel pursued, however it came with the effect of Xichen finding himself wanting to impress the other more and more, lately.)

“A spar must only be held under the supervision of a senior.”

“A spar with swords.” he countered, quickly setting his eyes on those grey ones. “And Mingjue-shixiong will be very kind to sheathe his saber again, won’t he?”

…

And Mingjue, larger and stronger than anyone from his generation, known for his sheer force, for his direct words and unmovable opinions, he… squeaked.

“In your dreams!”

However, he couldn’t unfortunately let such an attack pass.

“Is Jue-xiong already convinced of my victory?”

“You are cheating!” It was more than endearing to hear how those words were overcome by even more snickers.

“Then I believe a little more convincing might be in order.”

Xichen sneakily taking off one of his boots to tickle the spot lightly, receiving more wheezy guffaws at this. A clear, even if laughing, voice stopped him right as he was to attack

“Did I just find your most ticklish spot, Jue-ge?”

(Xichen, Xichen, Xichen)

“Next time I will be the one to not stop until I find your most ticklish spot, and then I won’t give you any time to chat and offer mercy when I finally get to it.”

Just as the words finally setted, he attacked.

(...)

Although he had not expected to be that literally.

A-Yao, A-Yao, A-Yao.

“Will you look at me?”

“Tickle me, please, Xichen-gege.” He said, proud how his words only made the blushing worse.

Meng Yao did not say “If you don’t make me lose myself in laughter right now, I will completely lose my mind.”

“So, please, pry that control away from me before I discover the best way to take away yours.”

(The worst thing is that Lan Xichen would let him, he would let him-)

Instead, he let each one of those words die in his lips and then, with his most calm, serene smile, he stared Lan Xichen back.

“Is my A-Yao very ticklish here?”

“Maybe A-Yao will have the opportunity to find out later?”

(Lan Xichen under him, writhing, gasping and pilant-)

“Xichehen-ge is such a teahahase.” He whined, watching as something flashed across Lan Xichen’s eyes for a moment before disappearing.

(He would investigate that interesting detail later.)

I trust you, I trust you, I love you.

(...)

It had taken the two of them.

Oh.

What a delightful day.

The more Lan Xichen stared, the more he felt his smirk grow and grow.

It was Nie Mingjue who broke them out of it.

There was a barely aborted snortle and then guffaws were chasing each other freely in the air, louder than his usual snickers and much quicker than his giggles and a little less composed.

Before the melancholy could take a hold over his mind, however, Xichen decided to bask in the sunlight of both of the most trusted people.

“I want to paint this.” A-Yao’s eyes turned to him, shining in a rare mix of shyness and excitement. “You think you could continue smiling like this for me, A-Yao?”

“Beautiful. So beautiful, my A-Yao.”

Said one took a deep breath and pressed in between his titters and chuckles. “Not as beautiful as my er-ge and da-ge, when they get in my position.”

[~*~]

EXTRAS:

Me about Meng Yao: This one can fit so much gays awakenings moments right now you have no idea

Me writing Mingjue and Xichen’s moment: and then Mingjue attacks him from behind-

Lan Zhan: And I am there

Me: What. No you’re not

Lan Zhan: *sits in the middle of the scenario and refuses to move*

Me: Please I would’ve to rewrite like 10 whole paragraphs PLEASE move. You had like half of the first chapter to enjoy with your bro, go AWAY

Lan Zhan: Hm (no)

Mingjue by mistake, while Lan Xichen is tickling him: Fuck, Xichen!Xichen, starting to undo his outer robes: Well, since you asked…

#OHOOO I AM SO COMING BACK TO READ THIS SEVERAL TIMES #fave

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