#Genshin tickling

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

My Honey ♡ My Bee (fic)

Link to Art (credits go to @munchr00m (elaine !) on Twitter!): Sethos/Scaramouche

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Summary: Wanderer and Sethos hang out, but Scara’s thoughts and uncertainty about their dynamic in the future end up eating at him. Sethos reassures him through convincing means.

A/N: SethoScara!! These two have me in a chokehold and the art and fanfics for these two are amazing. And here is my contribution :) Inspiration for this fic comes from this post. I did my best to retain Scara’s bratty attitude, but I also wanted to show a softer and vulnerable side to him. So, I’m sorry if Scaramouche seems OOC to you all. With that being said, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

P.S. There is a small scene that might be slightly NSFW to some, you’ll see it when you get to it, so you can skip the section until you don’t see any of the stuff you don’t want to see. Can’t reveal too much for spoilers. If anyone’s interested in me writing a smut fic (would be my first!) for these two, let me know! I’ll leave a poll :)

Word Count: 1965 Also on AO3!

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The sky was a mix of red and orange hues as the sun set over the horizon. At the base of a tree outside of Sumeru City sat Wanderer and Sethos. The two of them have grown to like each other’s presence and made the tree their special spot to be with one another.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Sethos spoke.

“You have poor taste in beauty,” Scaramouche answered, making Sethos chuckle. “That wasn’t supposed to be funny.”

“Hehe, I know. I never get tired of your responses.”

“Hmph, weirdo.”

A comforting silence settled afterward before Scaramouche spoke again.

“Why…Why do you keep putting up with me?”

The seriousness in his tone made Sethos look at him with concern.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m a nobody. Someone who tried to become a god. A puppet that was thrown away because they were useless. One that makes mean and snarky comments. Why? Why do you want to be with someone like me?”

A surprised look crossed Sethos’s face.

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s because I like being with you.”

Scara’s eyes widened as Sethos continued.

“I was curious about your mysterious past and kept pestering you until you told me. When you did, I didn’t turn away disgusted or begin to hate you. All it did was make me want to be with you even more.”

Conflicting emotions and uncertainty ran through Wanderer's eyes before they were stopped by a hand on his cheek.

“You dare-” Scara started, making a move to swat Sethos’s hand away before Sethos started stroking his cheek with his thumb. He went quiet as he made eye contact with Sethos who had an endearing expression on his face.

“I'll take care of you.”

I'll take care of you.

A flicker of light is shown behind Wanderer’s eyes upon hearing those words. But as quick as it came, his eyes darkened with uncertainty.

“It's rotten work.”

“Not to me.”

Surprised, stormy eyes met determined, loving ones.

“Not if it's you.”

Those words were an arrow to his heart as tears from decades of sadness, anger, and hurt threatened to fall. The world seemed to blur around him as his senses were solely focused on the man in front of him.

“The things you mentioned are in the past. It's time for you to move on and not let them plague your mind.”

Sethos leaned closer, accidentally making Scara’s hat fall off his head. The latter could hardly care as he felt Sethos comb his fingers through his hair and his breath on his face. Not to mention the soft lips that were barely a millimeter from his own.

“You aren't useless, Scara.”

Sethos’s warm breath hit him in the face as he spoke.

“You aren't a nobody either. Since our first interaction with one another, I was obsessed with you. Your hat. Your past. Your attitude. But most importantly, what hid behind those stormy eyes of yours. And the more I got to learn about you, I began falling for you. I wanted you. I liked you. I love being with you. Your sassy attitude, you calling me a busy bee, I cherished those moments. In my eyes, you are the perfect being and you have a place in my heart. I will go to the ends of the world to fight with you. To be with you. To…love you.”

Sethos pushed forward, softly planting his lips on Wanderer’s. He melted into the kiss, kissing back with fervor as Sethos took the lead.

“Sethohh- mmm~”

Sethos smiled into Scara’s mouth, taking pride in making him fall apart. Taking it a step further, he licked his lips asking for entrance. When he met no resistance and instead Wanderer parted his lips, he dove right in.

“Se- mmph! Mmhmm~”

“Mmm~”

Sethos sucked his tongue, making him roll his eyes in ecstasy as he tangled his fingers in Sethos's hair. Sethos deepened the kiss, gently pushing his back to the ground.

“S- ahh! Mmm~ Aah! Mmphahh~”

“Mmochi~ Hah! Scaraah~ Mmm~ You have hah~ too many ngh~ na- aah~ names~”

They continued their make-out session, drowning in each other's embrace and letting out their feelings for one another.

They broke for breath after some time. Sethos towering over Wanderer with his arms on both sides of his head and the latter laying his head back on the grass looking up at Sethos. His face was flushed, complimenting the pink and orange hues of the sky and Scara couldn't help but reach out a hand towards his cheek, caressing him.

“Beautiful,” he breathed out.

A red tint started to spread to Sethos's ears and a shy smile started to form.

“M-Me?”

“snort. Yes, you.”

He wrapped his arms around Sethos, bringing him down to his chest.

“I hate how you make me feel so mushy inside."

There's no bite behind those words. Instead, love and affection.

“It's my job now, honey~”

“Argh, Sethos.”

“What? You call me a bee, I call you honey. Plus, you are so sweet-”

“I am not sweet.”

“Yes, you are. Especially your taste. Sweet like honey. No wonder I am a bee that is so attracted to you~”

Scara just groaned, his face flushed red. “Where did you even learn to kiss like that?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Oh, that. Heh,” Sethos rubbed the back of his head, rolling off him and laying beside him.

“You know how they say the quiet ones are the interesting ones? I'm far from being quiet, but since being in the Temple of Silence, I tend to be alone in my thoughts a lot and my imagination runs wild. And when I first laid my eyes on you, I never stopped thinking what it would be like to kiss those lips of yours.”

Wanderer’s heart fluttered in his chest, knowing that Sethos was thinking of him from the first time they met.

“And how did it feel?” he asked, turning to him.

“We both know the answer to that.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

Sethos chuckled, facing him. “Alright, if you really want to hear it. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. The moment just felt right. When our lips touched, a pleasant tingling sensation traveled down my spine. Having your lips locked on mine, it just felt like we were meant to be together. Oh! Your moans. Don’t get me started on your moans. They were sweet as hon-”

“Okay, you are just teasing and trying to make me flustered.”

“Maybe~ Is it working?”

“Not even.”

“You sure about that? What's that reddening on your ears?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“What do you think?”

“Oh, you are asking for it, annoying bee.”

“I'll like to see you- ack! Ahahaha! T-Tihihickling is cheheating!”

Scaramouche smirked, hearing his giggles as he tased his sides with ease. “Aw. Sucks to be you then~”

“Wahahait! Nohohoho fahahair!”

Scara draped himself over Sethos, lazily tracing random patterns from his shoulder blades to his neck to his chest and back again.

“Doesn't take much for me to make you giggle, little bee.”

“Hahahaha! Mohohochihi! Gehehet off mehehehe!” Sethos tried to roll around to no avail.

“Hmm, let me think about it,” Scara put on a fake thinking face for a few moments before he began to knead Sethos’s hips making him choke on a surprised laugh. “Nah.” A smug look crossed his face. “I want to do this all day~”

“GAhahaha! Nohohoho! You ahahare- NAHAHAHA! Nohot thahat SPOHOHOT!”

Sethos shrieked as his lover dug his fingers into his armpits causing him to clamp them down.

“You are losing, my love~” Wanderer teased, rubbing deep circles into his lover's armpits causing him to howl with laughter.

“AHAHAHA! HOHOHONEY! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!”

“Oh really? Here, let me help. Tickle tickle tickle~”

“THAHAHAT’S NOHOHOT HEHELPING! YOU’RE MAHAHAKING IHIHIT WOHORSE!”

“How about this? Coochie coochie coo~”

“STAHAHAP TEHEHEASING MEHEHEHE! AHAHAHA!”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Scara said, playing dumb.

“YOHUHU LIAHAHAR! YOU- GAHAHAHA! NOHOHO!”

Sethos squealed as Scara used his thumb to massage his upper ribs.

“PLEheaSE ScahahARA!”

“Oh, my ticklish, little bee. Begging already? We are barely getting started~”

He decided to have a little mercy on Sethos, slowing down, so he could take a breather.

“Thahank youhuhu,” he giggled out.

“I’ll tell you what,” Scara started. “If you don’t laugh for 5 minutes straight, you win the challenge and get to tickle me to your heart’s content. If you lose, get ready to be tickled without mercy.”

“Pfft, 5 minutes. I can handle that. Challenge accepted!”

Wanderer inwardly grinned, his scheme working as he kissed Sethos with passion. Being caught off guard, Sethos quickly recovered, returning the kiss, unaware of the one hand that was inching closer and closer to his side until-

“MMPHAHAHA!”

Perfect.

“Noho! Youhuhu caught mehe off guahard!”

“I win~” Scara cheekily said. “Seems like that was your best… what a pity.”

“You planned that from the start!” Sethos pouted.

He stuck his tongue out towards Sethos. “Bleh, I win and that is all that matters. Come here and give me my prize.”

He lunged toward Sethos, leaving him no time to escape before he crawled his fingers under his clothes and attacked his tummy.

“I’ll geHEt yOUhu bahACK! AhAHAhAha!”

“Keep on dreaming little bee~”

After what felt like an eternity to Sethos of Wanderer skittering his fingers along his sensitive spots and teasing him to oblivion, his lover let up, lying right beside him.

“Mouchehe, you’re a ruhuthlehess tihickler.”

“Heh, that means that I’m still good at it or you are just too ticklish for your own good, or maybe both.”

“Scaraaa.”

They both fell into a peaceful silence as they stared up at the now starry sky, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Sethos?” Wanderer’s voice was soft when he spoke his name.

“Hmm?”

“Your words from before, I wanted to hear someone say those words to me for so long.”

“Which ones? You being sweet?” Sethos teased.

“Sethos,” Scara groaned. “I’m trying to be vulnerable here.”

“Hehe. Sorry sorry,” he chuckled, turning towards him and hugging him.

“I’m talking about when you told me you’d take care of me,” Scaramouche continued, snuggling into his embrace. “How it’s not rotten work to you and how you love me.”

He took a breath before continuing.

“It's all I ever wanted. Someone to say those words to me.”

A shooting star raced through the sky, lighting up his eyes. Sethos saw hope and a new spark of life in those mesmerizing eyes of his.

“I know I’m a bratty character and that’ll probably never go away, but I love you. I truly love you, even if I don’t show it at times. And…and I’ll go to the ends of the world for you too.”

Sethos could see the tips of his ears reddening and he inwardly grinned at how cute he was before going in for a quick peck on the cheek.

“Mochi, I love you so much. You are so freakin cute right now. But in all seriousness, I’m happy that you are in my life and I can’t wait to spend all of it with you. My sweet, honey love.”

“Archons, you are going to be the death of me you mushy bee.”

Sethos brought their lips together for a slow and soft kiss. Knocking their foreheads softly together, both of them stared into each other’s eyes, enjoying the moment before pulling away. Sethos was the first to stand up, grinning from ear to ear. Wanderer shook his head in amusement, picking up his hat and setting it atop his head before reaching out towards his lover’s outstretched hand. They started their way back into the city, hand in hand with fingers entwined.

My Honey.

My Bee.

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[skayleay]

boyfriends ?

[riisume]

Finished sketch commission for @xsezzie ! ! !

HaiKaveh modern AU from Kaveh's POV... 👀 Alhaitham's gonna get got in a sec...

Thank you for the support! q q It was a pleasure drawing for you!!

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[monmonlil]

[n1ghtdreamer]

Cyno tickle fic (ler! Reader x lee! Cyno)

WARNING! English is not my native language, sorry for possible mistakes. "Aaand… Diluc uses his ultimate and deals six points of damage!" With a satisfied smile, you swiped the last Cyno's card off the desk. He looked with surprise. "It can't be true… I was so close to winning… Just one move..." After a short silence, he continued: "Well… It was a worthy battle. I didn't expect you to beat me". You smiled: "You have a strong deck, but it looks like I was more lucky this time". "That's true..." The guy agreed, "And what reward would you like to have?" There was an awkward silence. Cyno reached into his bag in search of his wallet. When he found it, he sighed. "It looks like I really don't have any mora now.… There are a few coins left, but I need them for the way back". You stared at Cyno in silence. There was a note of embarrassment in your gaze. The guy noticed it. "Tell me already what is on your mind", he sighed. "Give me your foot," you said suddenly, lowering your eyes. "Foot?", he asked in surprise, "Why do you need it?" "I want to check something out," you replied, looking away in embarrassment. The young man shrugged, lifted his right foot and put it on the table. Blushing slightly, you grabbed the ankle and started slowly and hesitantly running your fingers over his bare foot. Cyno immediately shuddered and started twitching his foot. "Hahahay," he said in a surprised but slightly confused voice, "what are you doing?" "Satisfying my curiosity", you smiled awkwardly. You started moving your fingers faster. The young man squirmed harder, reflexively trying to avoid the tickling. Breathing deeply, he tried his best to hold back the laughter. Smiling, you scratched the middle of Cyno's sole. The guy closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, struggling to resist the reflex urges. His reaction was expectable. He was the General Mahamatra, after all, a real warrior. That meant he was really good at controlling himself. But you didn't want to give up so soon. Suddenly you attacked his toes, and the guy couldn't help but started giggling. "Hahahaha! Hehehe! Enough! Hahaha!" "What happened? Can't keep a straight face anymore?", you teased. "Mhehehe! Hahahaha! Stohop ihihit! Pleahehese!" It seemed like you'd managed to throw Cyno off balance after all. "Okay, that's enough for you," you said mischievously and finally let go of his leg. Cyno immediately hid it back under the table. "What a nonsense", the guy said awkwardly, "did you really wonder if I am ticklish?" You smiled significantly. "You held up well. It even seemed to me that you're not ticklish… However… Everyone has their weaknesses". The young man looked away, slightly embarrassed.

[golden-chiivalry]

tickle-tober day one: anticipation (kaveh x gn!reader)

🪸 ;; pairing -> ler!gn-reader x lee!kaveh ;

🪸 ;; fic type -> can be seen as platonic or romantic ;

🪸 ;; warnings -> none ;

🪸 ;; author’s note -> woahh,, first tickletober prompt!! i was thinking of going for haikaveh but couldn’t figure anything interesting out 💔 hope y’all don’t mind a quick x reader to start things off!

tickle-tober masterlist

ao3

“[name]!” kaveh grumbled for the nth time this past ten minutes. “hello? are you listening to me?!”

the architect was a mess, to say the least.

right now, he was chilling with you. his head was in your lap as you read a book, enjoying each other’s company in silence. innocent enough, right?

wrong.

in one hand, you held a book. the other rested on kaveh’s abdomen, tapping against his side lazily.

and it was driving him crazy!

“[n-name]!” he whined, trying to move slightly to make that annoying tapping affect him less. were you doing this on purpose or what?!

“yeah?” came your reply, nonchalant despite the flustered mess in your lap.

“what are you doing?” he complains, swatting at your hand. “its…”

“it’s what, kaveh?”

oh shit.

there it was; he said it, and you figured it out.

“n-nothing!” he squeaks.

“you’re awfully red.” you smile, trailing your hand towards his tummy. “are you sure, it’s nothing?”

“yehehes! nothing!” kaveh says, giggles of anticipation spilling from his lips already. “[name], come ohohon!”

he had no time to react before your hand started to claw at his tummy, drawing out panicked and embarrassed giggles.

and hey, at least your day’s getting better now! not only is the architect smiling, you got to tickle him too!

[gabe-76]

Kinda an anatomy test

(i used a 3d model reference for it)

[xxtheophilusxx]

The Relentless Sparring

Summary: In this story, two skilled individuals engage in a spirited and playful competition. During their session, one character uses an unexpected tactic, leading to surprising and lighthearted reactions. As their interaction unfolds, they discover a deeper connection and camaraderie, revealing a bond that goes beyond their usual rivalry. The story explores how moments of playfulness and vulnerability can strengthen their relationship.

Warnings: Tickling Word count: 1.7k

Note: Happy birthday @einhvergaur! See? I remembered! Hope you like it big bro. :D

The sun was beginning to set over Sumeru City, casting a golden hue across the training grounds. The air was cool and crisp, the fading daylight casting long shadows as Scaramouche and Sethos prepared for their evening sparring session. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds added a tranquil backdrop to the tension that crackled between the two combatants.

Scaramouche stood at one end of the field, his usual air of aloof confidence softened by the setting sun. His dark, elegant attire fluttered slightly with each breath he took. He glanced over at Sethos, who was in the midst of his warm-up routine. Sethos’ movements were smooth and fluid, each stretch and flex demonstrating both his physical prowess and his relaxed demeanor. His eyes, sharp and focused, occasionally flickered with a mischievous glint.

“Ready?” Sethos called out, his voice carrying an unmistakable note of playfulness.

Scaramouche arched an eyebrow, his gaze sharp and calculating. “I’ve been ready for a long time.”

With a nod, Sethos acknowledged the challenge. The signal was given, and the two immediately fell into their well-rehearsed combat routine. The sound of their weapons clashing rang out as they exchanged blows, each strike met with precision and agility. Scaramouche’s movements were sharp and decisive, a testament to his formidable skill. Sethos, on the other hand, danced around the field with a grace that made his every move look effortless.

As the fight progressed, Sethos began to notice the intensity with which Scaramouche focused on each strike. The usual calm and collected exterior was replaced by a single-minded determination that left him vulnerable to unexpected tactics. It was a weakness Sethos had observed before, and tonight, he decided to exploit it.

During a particularly aggressive exchange, Sethos saw his chance. He sidestepped a powerful swing from Scaramouche and, with a deft motion, let his fingers graze Scaramouche’s side. The light touch was enough to make Scaramouche flinch, his concentration momentarily disrupted.

“What are you—” Scaramouche began, but his words were cut off by an unexpected burst of laughter. Sethos had seized the opportunity to lightly tickle Scaramouche’s ribs, his fingers moving with a practiced ease.

The reaction was immediate and intense. Scaramouche’s usually stoic expression melted into an involuntary grin, his eyes widening in surprise. A series of loud, bubbling giggles erupted from him, “Hehehe! No, stop—hahaa—”

Sethos, clearly enjoying the reaction, didn’t relent. His fingers continued their relentless dance along Scaramouche’s ribs, probing for the most sensitive spots. Scaramouche’s laughter grew louder and more uncontrollable, his attempts to swat Sethos' hands away only making the tickling more pronounced. “Hahaha—Sethos, stop! Hahaha!”

Despite his best efforts to maintain composure, Scaramouche’s laughter became a torrent of sound. His usually sharp and controlled demeanor was replaced by a breathless, almost helpless giggle that echoed across the training grounds. “Heehee—no, not there—hahaha—”

Sethos was unrelenting. He moved his tickling fingers up to Scaramouche’s stomach, pressing into the soft skin just below the ribcage. Scaramouche’s laughter reached a crescendo, his voice rising to a high-pitched squeal with each new touch. “Hahaha—no, not there—hahaha—”

Scaramouche twisted and turned, his movements becoming increasingly frantic as he tried to escape the relentless tickling. Sethos, however, knew exactly where to target to get the best reactions. He moved his fingers to Scaramouche’s lower back, where he was particularly sensitive. The sound of Scaramouche’s laughter turned into an almost hysterical, high-pitched cackle, his hands flying to cover his sensitive areas.

“Ahaha—no more, please—hahaha!” Scaramouche begged, his laughter becoming a mix of desperation and amusement. His face was flushed, and he could barely catch his breath.

Finally, Sethos relented, stepping back with a satisfied grin. He watched as Scaramouche bent over, gasping for air, his laughter slowly tapering off into soft, residual giggles. The intensity of the tickling had left Scaramouche breathless and disheveled, his normally impeccable composure momentarily undone.

Sethos approached, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Admit it, Scara. You’re just as human as the rest of us.”

Scaramouche glared up at him, though the frustration in his eyes was tempered by a reluctant smile. “You’re lucky I don’t shock you right now.”

Sethos chuckled, a genuine warmth in his voice. “Maybe next time, you’ll actually beat me.”

Scaramouche straightened up, trying to regain his composure. He took a deep breath, his expression still a mix of annoyance and reluctant amusement. “Next time, you’re going down.”

As they walked back towards the city, the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink. The playful banter and light teasing had created a different kind of warmth between them, one that was not merely physical but emotional as well. The shared laughter and teasing had fostered a connection that went beyond the usual competitive spirit of their sparring sessions.

Sethos glanced at Scaramouche, noticing the subtle shift in his demeanor. The usual mask of indifference was replaced by a softer expression, one that hinted at a deeper affection. “You know,” Sethos said, his tone more reflective, “I didn’t expect you to be so… ticklish.”

Scaramouche shot him a sideways glance, a smirk tugging at his lips. “And I didn’t expect you to be so relentless.”

Sethos laughed, a rich, warm sound that seemed to echo the fading light of the day. “What can I say? I like to keep things interesting.”

They continued their walk in companionable silence for a moment, the playful teasing of their sparring session giving way to a quieter, more reflective mood. Scaramouche found himself thinking about the nature of their relationship. The tickling, the laughter—it was all part of a dynamic that he had come to appreciate more than he would openly admit.

As they approached the city’s edge, the evening air was filled with the soft hum of the city coming to life. Street vendors were setting up their stalls, and the distant sounds of music and conversation drifted through the streets. Sethos stopped and turned to Scaramouche, his eyes earnest.

“You know,” Sethos said, his voice lower and more serious, “I enjoy our matches, but I also enjoy these moments. The ones where we can just… be ourselves.”

Scaramouche met his gaze, the playful light in his eyes softened by something more genuine. “I suppose I do too. Even if you do get under my skin.”

Sethos grinned, reaching out to give Scaramouche a friendly, albeit slightly mischievous, pat on the back. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Scaramouche rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile that crept onto his face. “You know, for all your teasing, you’re not so bad yourself.”

Sethos laughed, the sound bright and infectious. “And you’re not so bad either. Maybe next time, we’ll see if you can handle a different kind of challenge.”

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what might that be?”

Sethos’ grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’ll have to wait and see. But I promise it’ll be just as fun.”

As they entered the city, the night was fully upon them, the streets alive with the vibrant energy of Sumeru’s nightlife. Scaramouche and Sethos walked side by side, their earlier competition giving way to a comfortable camaraderie.

Scaramouche found himself reflecting on the evening’s events. The playful tickling, the laughter—it had all been part of a larger tapestry that made up their relationship. Beneath the surface of their competitive matches and playful banter was a genuine connection, one built on mutual respect and an understanding of each other’s quirks.

The evening continued with easy conversation and light-hearted banter, the warmth of their companionship a soothing balm to the rigors of their training. Scaramouche and Sethos enjoyed their time together, knowing that their bond was something truly special, strengthened by both their competitive spirit and their shared moments of joy.

And as they parted ways later that night, Scaramouche felt a sense of anticipation for their next encounter. The playful tickling, the laughter, and the camaraderie were all part of a relationship that he had come to cherish more than he would ever admit. It was a bond built on mutual respect, understanding, and a shared sense of humor—a bond that would continue to grow and evolve with each passing day.

[yellowelectroslime]

Tickletober 2024 Day 3: Prank

Pairing: Lee!Childe, Ler!Capitano - Platonic

Word count: 683

[notes: I reaaallyyyy like capitano ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝), sorry if childe is a bit ooc i think i made him a bit too immature and silly…]

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It was no secret to anyone that Childe was the most mischievous member of the 11 Fatui Harbingers, and today he was feeling particularly playful. He would go around everyone begging them for a chance to spar, especially the well-renowned captain. 

Today, the ginger-haired boy was feeling extra mischievous, he went around all over the palace, causing all sorts of chaos to the other harbingers; he switched out the sugar for salt, he put glue on the door knobs around the fatui headquarters, and other incredibly immature pranks.

At first, the harbingers all agreed to ignore his little pranks, for the sake of both their well-being and the well-being of the building they were in. That agreement held until the pranks started to aim toward the first ranking of the fatui harbingers.

Childe had gotten bored from the unresponsive harbingers, and this was when he decided to start bothering the everloving crap out of Capitano. It started off with Childe following him all throughout the headquarters silently. Childe had always admired Capitano, even before he became a harbinger, so his respect for the taller man automatically attracted him. At first, it was completely harmless, although Capitano found it strange, Childe didn’t really do anything, opting to stay silent as he quietly watched the man tend to his duties in his office. But once again, Childe got bored and started to bother the captain more, he even started to try and take off his helmet! The audacity from this kid.

“Capitannoooo, come spar with me!” That was Capitano’s last straw. Within a millisecond, the First of the Harbingers grabbed the hand that was poking him and pinned down the redhead flat on his back. “OOF- hey! When I said to spar I meant somewhere els- WOAH!” Capitano raised his fist up ready to punch the boy square in the face, but luckily he managed to come to his senses before he did anything irrational.

As much as the captain wanted to punch the boy in the face for annoying him for multiple hours, he would surely face backlash from the Tsaritsa for attacking comrades. And then an idea came to his mind.

“He-hey now! If you really wanna beat me up can’t we d-do it in a sparring hall or somethiIHIHING?” 5 clawed fingers met the boy’s sides, wiggling around his torso quickly and with precision.

Despite the sharp claws, Capitano made sure to apply minimal pressure in case of injuring Childe, this didn’t mean that it tickled any less. “GAHaha- Whaha-ahAhat are yohohou dohOHOHing?” To think that the first of the strongest mortal in all of Teyvat would use tickling as a method of punishment for his fellow colleagues. 

Childe thrashed around, squirming in the grip of the taller man, but because of the sheer size difference between the 2 and that Capitano’s grip strength was iron tight, Childe couldn’t move much, that didn’t stop him from from trashing around like a fish out of water. The captain, as stoic as ever, remained unresponsive to the loud pleas of Childe, quietly trying to figure out what spots could cause the most reactions out of him.

“CAhahahAHAhpitahAHAhano! Ihihi-Ihih’m sohoHOHorry EHeheHEhe.” His pleas grew more desperate as the claws traveled closer and closer to the center of his torso, a red blush dusting his face from the embarrassment of the situation. Seriously, a fatui harbinger begging for mercy at the hands of another because of tickles?

Capitano slowly traced a finger towards Childe’s bellybutton, experimentally dipping it in “IhihiHIH WOhon’t bother yohoHOu agahahaHAhin WA-WaHAhait *snort*” and that was the tipping point for him. “*snort* IhIHiHIH PROHOHohmise neEHEHEver to prAHAhahnk yOuHOhou ever agAHahahin- NOhoHOH mohoHOHre!”

After some time and a lot more tickles, Capitano released Childe’s arm, freeing him from his grasp and allowing him to catch his breath. Before Childe could fully recover from the assault that was done on him, the captain had already made his escape, not because he was scared of revenge of course, he couldn’t be seen by the other harbingers that he was mercilessly tickling someone… totally.

[anzynai]

Day 5 - Boo!

Xingqiu & Chongyun (Genshin)

a/n: hiiii i missed writing them thank u sm for the prompt pookie…. I LOVE XINGYUN SO MUCH ABGAJAJAJAJAJAH theyre technically NOT dating here but i think its a little implied teehee but they are still technically friends unforch …. anyway i hope u enjoy!!! @tklpilled

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oh, look at him, so blissfully unaware, xingqiu thought, watching the other eat his popsicle, content on his face as he walked closer and closer to the corner of the hallway.

he had invited chongyun over today. he had dramatically exclaimed that he would be oh, so bored because his father and brother would be speaking to business partners almost all day, but had to stay in case they needed him. it was the truth, but xingqiu didn’t really invite chongyun over for just that. he really just wanted to spend more time with him.

it had been an impulsive idea to scare chongyun like this. chongyun would never see it coming, which made it so fun, and even now, he could imagine the shock and betrayal on chongyun’s face.

xingqiu almost felt bad. almost. but alas, it was not enough to deter him from his goal. as chongyun was about the turn the corner to go into xingqiu’s room…

“boo!” xingqiu jumped out, grabbing the other’s sides in the process and squeezing.

“w-WAHAHA, x-xihihingqiu?!” chongyun jumped, startled and completely caught off guard. xingqiu inwardly applauded his stealth skills.

“chongyun, you’re here! it’s been so long!” xingqiu joked, still kneading his fingers along chongyun’s sides and tummy.

“ihihit’s beheheehen two dahahays!”

“two too long, don’t you agree?” xingqiu tsked.

“stahahap ihihit! ihihim tihihicklish!” chongyun cried, his face turning a bit red already. how cute, xingqiu thought a little mesmerized, not for the first time and not for the last.

“oh yes, we have established that, haven’t we?” xingqiu tried to deadpan, but he was far too amused to keep a straight face. chongyun was really so silly.

“gahahahaha!” chongyun pushed away at xingqiu’s hands as he backed into the wall, partly reflex from the ticklish sensations. unfortunately for him, that left him trapped and much more vulnerable to xingqiu’s devilish fingers.

“you’re so ticklish, chongyun,” xingqiu giggles along with the exorcist, who flushes in response.

a few seconds later, chongyun is looking a bit too red that, even though he really doesn’t want to, xingqiu relinquishes his attack, not wanting the other to overheat.

“you’re evil.” chongyun pouted, crossing his arms when he calmed down.

“how could you say that? i am not!” xingqiu denied, passionately holding a hand over his chest.

“yeah, right.” chongyun rolled his eyes, but xingqiu could see him trying to resist a smile. xingqiu felt like smiling too, but he didn’t resist it.

“come now, let’s go to my room. i have some new leads i think you might be interested in!” xingqiu said, smiling happily.

chongyun did smile that time. “okay, but they better be real ones.”

“of course, don’t worry!” xingqiu had assured him, as they walked to xingqiu’s room.

[aticklishpercivalwriter]

Home (is wherever I’m with you) -fic

Link to Art (chosen by Perz), (credits go to @buffkagome (anby ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚) on Twitter!): Sethos/Scaramouche

Summary (by Perz): Just them being lovey dovey, ticklish boyfriends :)

Perz: Another submission by @vaporized-dimsum! This time a fic! I want to express my gratitude and deep thanks to her for this gift and allowing me to post it here for all of you to enjoy! Couldn’t stop kicking and crying at how cute this was, so aah!

Word Count: 2609

Also on AO3!

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The Temple of Silence, as one might expect, is a quiet place. Wanderer is quick to grow fond of it compared to the racket of The Akademiya. And of course, seeing Sethos in his home and amongst his friends and family was a pleasant sight too. Not that he would ever tell him that though.

The elders adored him and were always fussing over whether he was eating enough, and the kids never seemed to leave him alone. Since Wanderer was to remain in Sethos’ presence for the duration of his stay, that meant he was fussed over and never left alone either. It was… nice.

Playing with children was like a muscle he hadn’t stretched in a long time. Still, even after centuries it felt as though it was second nature.

Sethos’ heart swelled watching Wanderer interact with the little ones. Letting them play with his hat (no, he wasn’t jealous at all), bringing him things to levitate with his Anemo Vision, chasing him as he hovered away at a slow pace. The cherry on top was the sweet sweet smile on Wanderer’s face that he managed to hide pretty well until the very end. Sethos likened it to catching a shooting star for witnessing it himself.

“What’s that look for?” He muttered when the elders called the children to them.

Ah. He’d been caught staring again. Sethos chuckled. “You’re good with kids. It’s real cute.”

“Hmph. They’re simple creatures, easily entertained. It’s not difficult to manage them.”

Sethos opened his mouth to quip but a little one had called his name. He turned and got down on one knee as they approached him. Wanderer let himself stare now that his back was turned. The intricately styled braids in his curly hair. The gold accessories and freckles. Down past his broad shoulders to his spine where his clothes parted into a tasty back wind—

Oh?

Sethos patted the child on their head as he graciously accepted the golden Sumeru roses they had gifted him. One for him, and one for their guest. He was pretty sure this little one had developed quite a puppy crush on Wanderer too. Sethos grinned watching them go. He totally knew that feeling.

“Wow, Hat Guy. You’re popular wherever you g- IIEHEHE—!”

The squeal bounced off the four walls and left a deathly silence in its wake. Both green and indigo eyes were wide with surprise, but Wanderer’s were quick to narrow deviously.

“What was that all about?” He asked with the innocence of a kitten despite his curled fingers.

Sethos cleared his throat and stood up clumsily, “A-Ah, well one of the little ones entrusted me with gifting this to you. Pretty, isn’t it?”

He shows Wanderer the gold rose and to his relief, it actually does distract him. Temporarily anyway. Enough that Sethos, against his better judgement, comes closer to tuck it behind his ear.

“It looks good on you with your dark hair.”

Wanderer feels his face grow warm, “If you say so.”

Like magnets, they draw closer to each other until their lips nearly brush.

“Was that you I heard laughing, Sethos?” Said one of the adults in passing.

The two of them broke away swiftly, cheeks burning. “U-Uh, yeah! Just me!”

The woman in the doorway chuckled, “It’s been awhile, hearing you get all giggly like that. Your grandfather loved to tickle you and cuddle you when you were small. It was so cute!”

“Really?” Wanderer echoed.

Oh no.

“Tell me more. Sounds pretty interesting.”

Sethos waved his hands wildly, “H-Haha! Okay well that’s nice! You can go now, Aunty!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop embarrassing our great and glorious leader.” She bowed to them and as she walked away, she looked over her shoulder, “And to our kind guest, do be gentle with him. He really never outgrew how ticklish he is.”

Sethos gawked at the absolute betrayal by one of his own people. Desert aunties didn’t mess around. Sure she probably changed his diapers and bathed him but—

But he didn’t have much time to dwell on it with Wanderer’s eyes pinned to him. “Never outgrew it, huh?”

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up. Can’t we talk about something else? Or… finish what we started?”

Wanderer’s hands instinctively tug his shirt to pull Sethos closer for the kiss he didn’t get but he stops him halfway, “Not here. We can go to my room.”

“How scandalous.”

“Well if you don’t want me to kiss you, you’re welcome to not come with me.”

Wanderer rolls his eyes and follows after him. The living quarters are like a labyrinth of hallways but Sethos navigates them with no troubles. His room is full of leathery books, a few TCG decks, colorful handmade quilts, and a blooming mini succulent garden- courtesy of his friends, no doubt. It’s a bit messy, but full of life and an irresistible coziness. Wanderer feels right at home here despite this being his first time stepping foot in it.

Sethos now tugs on his wrists and sits him on his bed before diving in to kiss him silly. Wanderer can’t get a word out about how desperate and hot and bothered he’s acting but he doesn’t mind one bit. Being caged between his arms and eaten alive has never felt so wonderful.

Wanderer laces their bodies as close together as possible, and eventually, his fingers trail down his back to that sweet patch of exposed skin and—

Sethos all but squeals in his mouth. When he breaks away with wide crescent eyes, there’s a thin string of spit connecting them.

“Oh, I’m gonna devour you.” Wanderer growls playfully, licking his lips.

He doesn’t know how but Sethos quickly finds himself hoisted onto the bed and pinned under him. He hardly gets any protest in before that awful fluttery sensation runs all over his exposed lower back. And with Wanderer seated on his legs, he’s not going anywhere anytime soon no matter how badly it tickles.

And it’s bad.

“GYAHAAHAHAH- wait- wait! Not there! Not- baahahahah!”

He muffles his laughter in his pillows and blankets. Wanderer doesn’t know if he likes that or loves it. Sethos flails his limbs uselessly when he switches from fluttering to pinching and spreading the skin along the knobs of his spine. And when he scoots down to press into what’s practically his tail bone— that gets him howling.

“AHCK- oh SHIHIHIIHIHHIT! Hat- Hat GAHAHAAHAHAAHUY! I can’t!”

“Can’t what?”

“CAHAHAHAHAAHN’T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT! PLEHEHEEHHEHEASE, IT’S BAHAHAD!! IT’S SO BAAHAD!!!”

“Is it?”

“YEHEHEHES!”

“That’s a shame. I quite like this spot. You’ll just have to deal with it, little bee.”

“Nohohoho! Ihit’s really —KYAA!! WHAT IS THAHAAHAHAHAT?!”

“A dusk bird feather that I found in this book.”

“Jeheherk! I was using thahat as a bookm- MM! Mhmhmhmhm, stohohohop ihihihit! Lehemme tahahahalk! Honeehehey!!”

The soft plume licked and curled against his back, and his giggling was sickeningly sweet when it came to feathery tickles… Wanderer scoffed, “I’m barely even touching you.”

“Bahahaharely touchihihing is still touchihing!”

“Hah. That aunty of yours was right. What would your followers think if they heard their dignified leader giggling his pretty little head off, hmm?”

Sethos whined as he pressed his face further into his pillow and hugged it tightly, shaking his head in protest. The curves of his ears were burning up.

“No point in hiding it, little bee. I’m about to make you buzz nice and loud.”

He’d hardly processed what Wanderer said, let alone how it made him feel. Actually, that happened a lot faster. Because suddenly, his fingers were scribbling viciously into his armpits and Sethos screeched.

“NAHAAHAHAHAHAHHA! OH, MERCY!! HONEY!!! MERCEEHEEHEEY!!!!”

“I’m afraid I’m not much of a merciful guy.”

“ARCHOHONS! PLEHEHEASE!! I’LL BEG- IHI’LL BEHEHEG!!!”

“Oh? I do like the sound of that. Go on then. Beg me.”

He thrashed from side to side, pinning his arms down and trapping Wanderer’s hands in that tortuous spot. No matter where he went, the sensation followed. Unbearable and so so good, although he was pretty sure whatever words he did manage to get out weren’t in any intelligible language.

For all his bucking and twisting though, Wanderer decided to sit up just enough so Sethos flopped bonelessly onto his back before he locked him in place beneath him once more. He squeaked in protest as Wanderer stole the breath right out of his lungs. His tongue against his, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip, he felt like he truly was being devoured.

And he never wanted it to stop.

If he wasn’t human, would he be able to kiss Wanderer forever too? Without needing to breathe?

Sethos weakly clutched Wanderer’s wrists as his hands cupped his face, pulling with no strength whatsoever, “Hah- Hon’- please… air. Ngh— air. Can’t bre…hah…”

Wanderer pulled away and was convinced he could get off on just the sight of him. The dizzied and delirious look on his face. Warm brown skin and teary green eyes glittering like emeralds. That stupid stupid smile, shiny and red with spit and bites. His chest heaving.

What a sight to behold.

Sethos hiccuped, “Now w-who’s the one sta-aring?”

Wanderer caressed his face gently, thumbing over his cheekbone and puffy bottom lip until Sethos swiped his tongue against his skin playfully. Then hiccuped again. Cheeky brat.

“Looks like you’ve still got some fight in you.”

Even the buzz of his words against his lips tickles. Sethos licks the seam of Wanderer’s mouth, hiccups, and grins.

“I could do this all day, honey.”

“Figured you’d say that. Now let’s do something about those hiccups.”

Wanderer’s hands slide down his face and along the rise and fall of his chest. The hills and valleys of each rib under his coasting thumbs makes Sethos chortle desperately. And when Wanderer presses into the dimples of his hips, he all but melts.

“You like this spot, little bee?” Wanderer asks playfully with his spidery scribbly touch.

“Noho-HIC —I lohove ihih—HIC- it!”

Oh it’s awful. Sethos’ hips jitter and jump the more his hands draw inward towards his crotch. There’s a pulse point on an artery there. Humans, Wanderer knew, were chock full of weak spots.

And Sethos is endearingly human.

“Aww, thahahanks, honey. Tha—HIC—t’s real sweeheet.”

Wanderer blinked, he must’ve said that last part out loud. He stills his fingers and finally lets Sethos catch his breath.

Soon enough, Sethos crawls into his lap and plops his head on his thighs like a spoiled kitty cat. He sighs so contently, like Wanderer was the comfiest spot in the whole wide world. He nearly purrs when Wanderer runs his fingers through his hair.

“Mmm… that feels so good. Keep going please.”

“Pfft. This is how you treat your guests? Shouldn’t you be spoiling me?”

“Was obliterating me not enough? You’re the spoiled one.”

Wanderer rolls his eyes, continuing to massage his scalp and caress his face. He scoots back so they’re both more comfortable and now also blanketed. The boy in his lap might as well be a sentient pile of slime condensate.

“Honey’s skin’s so smooth…” Sethos coos, “And cool to the touch, too.”

He nuzzles Wanderer’s inner thigh with his cheek before humming a pleased sigh. In an instant, the sensation makes Wanderer clip his face between his legs, making them both yelp.

“I was so comfy…” He whines, “What’s wrong?”

Before Wanderer can even answer, to his dismay, Sethos puts the pieces together all too quickly. “Wait a minute-“

“No.”

“Are you?”

“I’m not.”

He’d responded too quickly both times, telling Sethos everything he already knew.

“You are, aren’t you! You lied! I knew you were lying!!”

Wanderer backs away to the foot end of the bed but it doesn’t put much distance between them before Sethos squishes him beneath his torso. Those green eyes are sparkling with a newfound discovery and revitalized mischief.

“You lied.” He states confidently.

“Like I’ve never done that before.” Mutters Wanderer, “Get. Off. Don’t you DAHARE—“

The weight he put in his elbows topples Wanderer the moment Sethos’ hands slide under his shorts and squeeze. The tingling ripples out from his thighs like his laughter in the room.

“FUHUCK! Sehethos!! Get ohoff! No- HYAH!”

He bonks his head against the footboard and then Sethos’ head too when he wedges his way into the crook of his neck. So close to the Electro mitsudono on his nape. The raspberry Sethos planted sparked his nerves into haywire.

“You keep your secrets close to your chest, huh?” Sethos grins. “Lucky for you, I’m great at keeping secrets!”

“Pihihiss ohohoff! Get your lips ohoff of mehehehe!!”

One raspberry twines into another all along his neck. And as it turns out, that weak spot on Sethos’ hips is just another thing they both share, his fingers climbing higher and higher into his shorts to scribble at it.

“Who’s got the most kittenish little meow meow laugh? Honey does! Honey does!” Sings Sethos, blowing gentle puffs against Wanderer’s ears.

“Shuhut uhup! Stuhupid little BEEHEEHEE!! NAHAAHAHAHAHA!”

“Huh, never realized your shorts have cutouts here.”

His hands felt so nice gripping his little waist, and yet all Wanderer could do was throw his head back laughing helplessly, “SETHOS! Dohohon’t! STOHOHOP IHIHIHIT!!”

“Don’t stop it? You know I’d never deny my honey anything.”

In addition to the warm glow of his cheeks, Sethos noticed certain patterns on Wanderer’s skin began to glow as well. Up his arms and legs, converging at his chest and even twining around his neck too.

“So pretty…!” He murmured enchantedly.

His fingertip traces along the patterns of light on his skin, following them everywhere they led. They seem to shine even brighter as he did so. And Wanderer’s giggles so adorably, Sethos almost stops.

Almost.

“Cuhuhut it ohout! Whehere do youhu thihink youhu’re touchihing?”

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any cuter!” Cooed Sethos, “Do you light up when you’re feeling something intensely?”

“Ihintehense annohoyahahance, maybeheehee!”

“Aww but you seem like you really love being touched like this. You get all giggly and kittenish.”

If Sethos didn’t know any better, he might’ve briefly thought Wanderer was glowing pink. It seemed that this was Wanderer’s fear because he was quick to wriggle just enough out of Sethos’ arms to flop onto his stomach. In his worming away though, Sethos spotted the source of all his enchantment. The mitsudono on his nape.

“Ohh, is this where all the light comes and goes from?” Ponders Sethos, “Can I touch you here?”

“Haven’t you touched me enough?” Wanderer grumbles.

He spots Sethos move his hands away from him and even begin to give him some space. So his shit eating grin makes him want to forcibly remove Sethos from his own bed when Wanderer drags his hand back to his shoulder.

His hair covers some of the mitsudono, and Wanderer shivers when Sethos gently brushes it to the side. He’d always been aware of how the mark branded him. Sometimes it even felt like hot iron pressing into his skin. So when Sethos gently pecks it, Wanderer can’t help but jolt.

“Did that hurt?” Asks Sethos worriedly.

Wanderer buries his head in Sethos’ blankets. The scent of him nearly drowns out his boyfriend’s voice. He shakes his head.

“No, it didn’t. It… felt nice.”

Sethos sighed with relief, “Oh good. I’m glad. In that case…”

Wanderer’s shoulders jump as Sethos spoons him and smushes his lips against his nape. “Mwah mwah mwah!”

He clearly has no intentions of letting him go with how tangled together their limbs are. “Quihihit it!” Wanderer scoffs, “Araharen’t youhu tired of thihis yet?”

Sethos hums happily against his skin, “Of you? Never.”

[skayleay]

SEE YOU ALL IN THE NEW YEAR!!

Thank you @otomiyaa for commissioning! I wish you happy new year! 💜

[riisume]

ONG LEE SCARA / WANDERER LER CHILDE PLSSSS TUMMY OR RIBS OR ARMPITS OR SOMETHING AHHH

YES!! Some Lee!Wanderer, you love to see it! （๑✧∀✧๑）

Tried to get all three spots you listed, hehe... I hope you like it, anon! Wanted to try doing a clean sketch to see if it saved me time and kept me engaged, hope that's okay! I really like the way this one came out! (〃ω〃)

[fluffyskies]

Here take a lee Aether!

[xolliwritez]

A Magician's Trick || Genshin Tk Fic

A/N: Hello!! I have just finished the Fontaine story quest and qidjjwd I'm so dearly inlove. That is all. also it's semi rushed but SHHHH-

Warning: Spoilers on Fontaine Act One, if you haven't finished it and wish not to be spoiled, do NOT read!

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After winning the trial thanks to Paimon and Traveler's help, Lyney and Lynette had headed home. As they made it towards home, they couldn't help but feel slightly worried for Ferminet, after all, the poor guy had rather bad anxiety.

After a long trip, and the amount of people riding the aquabus, having to rudely barge through them like a stampede, and the rain from the previous trial almost making them slip in each turn, the two eventually made it back home. Lynette had opened the door using their spare key's, and the two finally set foot inside.

They were met with silence, as Ferminet was, as usual, in his room, looking out the window as he snuggled up against his penguin toy. The two had to hold back an awe before being met with a pout.

"What took you two so long?" He asked, not budging from his position on the bed at all, as Lyney searched for word's.

"Ferminet, we know you're upset, but it really is a misunderstanding." Lyney said, Lynette nodding beside him. They both walked closer to him. "May we?"

Ferminet gave them each a glance before nodding, as the two climbed atop his bed on each side of him, wrapping warm, yet soaking appendages, around him. Ferminet shivered from the wet touch, yet leaned into them anyways, having missed them for what felt like an eternity.

"The Traveler and Paimon told me everything, so don't worry, I'm not that mad." He mumbled, making Lyney sigh aloud, resting his head ontop on Ferminet's, making him look at the two.

"Oh? But you're still mad?" Lyney asked, and as soon as Ferminet nodded, Lyney exchanged a mischievous glance towards his twin sister, who immediately got the message, and coiled their arm's around him slightly tighter, making sure he was still cozy.

"Oh Ferminet, you know we can't accept that! Now, give your big brother a big, wide smile!" He asked, smiling widely himself, however, when Ferminet ever so rudely ignored him, Lyney took action. "Fine, the hard way it is."

And with that, the elder nrother started, his finger trailing up and down the younger's back, dancing underneath his shoulder blades and trailing down his spine. "I have a new magic trick, and it'll make that frown - disappear into thin air!"

At Lyney's teasing, Ferminet's cheeks flushed a rosy red, yet he refused to give in so easily, which both Lyney and Lynette knew would happen, causing Lyney to use two daring finger's. What became two quickly became three, and what became three became four, until five finger's were gently fluttering the younger's back, making their way towards his ribs.

"My dear assistant, would you be ever so kind to keep count with me? After all, our dear Ferminet's ribs must be all over the place from how hard he's trying to keep that adorable pout in line!" Lyney keot up his teasing, his both sets of hands rested at his lower ribs. Ferminet's eyes opened up even wider, as his hands went to grab Lyney's, only to be stopped at Lynette caught hold of his wrists, holding his wrists slightly over his head.

"Sure." Lynette said plainly, yet her tone showed amusement. Lyney went right back into character as his thumbs wiggled over each rib.

"1.. 2.. 3.. 4.." The two counted, and at each wiggle against his ribcage, Ferminet ended up wriggling himself, that pout being replaced with that awfully adorable yet wobbly grin. His rosy cheeks popping out his sprinkled over freckles, as he shook his head slightly.

"9.. Uh oh, I seem to not recall my last number, what about you, dear sister?"

"No, I cannot remember either, do you, Ferminet?"

Ferminet could only whine as they teased him, after all, they all know how bad it was for him whenever they started heading towards the peak, his upper most ribs being more sensitive then his lower one's. "It's five! Count from five!" He spoke out.

Lyney smiled, "Aww, so you were counting with us? I didn't think you'd be the type to play along, even when you're already so sensitive! Kitchi-kitchi-koo!~" The magician chippered at his teases, giggling mischievously as he darted towards his highest set of ribs, thumbs gently massaging at the bundle of nerves.

Ferminet's eyes shut tightly, as his face contorted into an extra wide grin, laughter spilling out for the first time during this entire session, Lyney, and even Lynette, giggled alongside him, as the younger squirmed under their touch.

"L-Lynehehehey! Plehease, nohot thehehere! Mohove spohohots, plehease!" The diver helplessly curled up, legs kicking slightly, he almost hit Lyney, but he swiftly avoided the unintentional attack.

"Opting to hurt me now, are we? Fine, I'll move spots, I'll almost change my positioning!" The magician smiled, before moving himself so he was sitting on Ferminet's waist, he made sure both himself and Ferminet was comfortable, and as the diver showed no discomfort, he gently petted his head, assuring him he was okay.

"If it's too much, just shout 'stop' alright?" Lynette reminded, Ferminet nodding slightly. Lyney looked at the younger brother and thought, wondering if he should get this over with, after a bit of contemplation, he opted for his first toughts, as his hands hovered over the younger. His hands hovered between his hips and sides, being Ferminet's weakspot, as he finally descended down.

Ferminet's breath hitched, yet his smile widdened, despite Lyney's hand just resting on the spot, a large smirk enlaced his features. "My final trick is quite the tricky, I like to call it.. hm, I don't quite know, lets say a magician's trick, hm?" He winked, before taking his gloves off, and finally ending it all.

His fingers wriggled up and down, darting from his hips to his sides, making the younger buck and scream, his face hiding into the sleeves of his arm to not make so much noise. Lyney was skilled, persistent, as his gentle fingertips danced across these two spots rhythmically. While he wasn't paying attention, his arms were finally released, as Lynette joined in on the fun, her manicured nails gently teasing the side's of his neck and even scribbling under his chin. The younger kept his arms in place, this time over his chest, as his troso wriggled and his legs kicked behind Lyney.

"WahaAHAIT! NOHOT THAT! Lynehehette! NohoHo! AhahAHAHA! LYHEHENY!" He yelled at the two, as they both traded smiles.

"Oh? You're keeping your hands to yourself? How cute! Our little diver has some restraint~" Lyney smiled, giggling as Ferminet shoved at him weakly, only to shriek as Lyney kneaded between his hips and sides permanently, making the younger cackle his hardest yet.

"EHEK! WAHAHAIT! NOHOHO MOHORE! STOHOP!"

And with that word, both stopped immediately, arm's wrapping around him with a warm embrace, the magician chuckling.

"Awe, did you enjoy that?" Lyney smiled, only to hold his own chest as Ferminet nodded, giggles still spilling.

"So, you forgive us yet?" Lynette asked, her hand rubbing against his back, as Lyney just hugged him close, looking up at Ferminet with puppy dog eye's.

"Ugh.. fine." He smiled, giggling as Lyney cheered. "Now.. please take a shower, you'll both get sick."

And with that, the three decided to huddle up and snuggle until they all fell asleep, their apology accepted, yet definitely going to be given back tenfold someday.

[violettfeathers]

some half assed neuvillette art lmao </3

it's good for the soul

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