#Ler!Tartaglia

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We need cute chili duddles

[gabe-76]

Tickletober 2024 - Day 17: Underwater (Tartali)

"Get on the water, Zhongli!"

[featherlight-touches]

Hawooo, can I request a lee!Diluc and ler!Tartaglia...?

that dog face had me wheezing for a good 10 minutes XD thank you for that! and thank you for your request! Here you goooo, I hope you enjoy. 💚

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It happened again.

What was supposed to be a simple visit to Aether’s serenitea pot ended up becoming another headache for the pyro user. What made it worse was that he purposely chose this time to visit to avoid bumping into Kaeya.

But no, today, he had to deal with someone in the same league of annoyance as his brother. Tartaglia.  

At least Kaeya was less stubborn than the Fatui Harbinger.

“Come on, Diluc,” the ginger’s voice rang out. “Just one little spar?”

“No.”

“A tiny, tiny spar?”

“No.”

“I can tell you want to.”

“No.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well, that’s your problem.” Diluc kept his focus on the stairs he walked down. He swiftly removed his hand from the handrail once he realised that Tartaglia decided to slide down it instead of taking the stairs.

“Come on!” His boots created a loud thud that echoed throughout the downstairs area once he bounced off the handrail and landed just before Diluc at the bottom of the stairs. “All that talk about you being a formidable opponent couldn’t have been just talk, could it?”

“You of all people are quite aware of my capabilities. However, this is Aether’s home, and I will not do anything to cause him inconvenience.” Diluc brushed past the harbinger. “No matter how tempting it is to put certain people in their place.”

Childe laughed; a bit too hysterical for Diluc’s liking. “That’s a good one. Didn’t think you were the type to make jokes.”

“I wasn’t joking. Now back off, we’re not sparring and that’s final.”

Just as Tartaglia was about to respond, a cheerful voice sounded beside them on the way to the front entrance.

“Hello there!”

Oh great. Diluc knew that particular cheery tone anywhere and turned to see none other than Venti beaming at the two, a glass of apple cider in his hand.

“Fancy seeing you here, Master Diluc!”

“What are you doing here?” Diluc raised a brow towards the bard.

“Aether invited me, of course!” Venti held out his glass in cheer.  “Though he had other matters to attend to, so I decided to stick around a little while longer.”

“In other words, you’re going to raid his entire stock of alcohol in hopes he doesn’t notice?”  

Venti winked. “Ehe, I would never.”

“Is it that my stock is no longer enough for you to try to steal from? You’ve now resorted to-”

“Uh, excuse me!” Tartaglia interrupted. “I’m still here, you know!”

“Oh, we know,” Venti tilted his head with a smile, a tint of sass within his tone. Tartaglia bared a challenging smirk.

“You’ll help convince Diluc to spar with me, won’t you, bard?” Tartaglia then questioned, which Diluc rolled his eyes at. This persistence was incredible.

“That depends,” Venti swirled the apple cider in his glass. “What’s in it for me?”

Diluc glared at the bard for even asking such a question, as if he would even be convinced by anything Venti said to begin with.

“I have enough mora to cover your tabs for the next year, how’s that sound?” Tartaglia pulled out a small pouch from his pocket, tossing it up and down in his hand, the sound of coins jingling to confirm the contents.  

“Hm,” Venti closed his eyes in contemplation. He opened one eye moments later to look over to Diluc then back to the harbinger. “Alright. Hand over the mora and I’ll try my best to convince him.”

“What?” Diluc growled, watching as the pouch was tossed to the bard, a triumphant smirk annoyingly sat upon the hydro user’s face.

“Master Diluc,” Venti looked him straight in his eyes, aqua meeting red. “Will you spar with Tartaglia?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Oh well, I tried.” Venti shrugged. “Sorry, Tartaglia.”

That little imp, Diluc couldn’t help but smirk.

“You call that convincing?” the harbinger held an exasperated expression. “What the heck was that!”

“What can I say? Master Diluc put up a very good argument. There was simply no changing his mind.” Venti went on, sounding more and more dramatic as he did.

“That’s it. You can forget about the mora, hand it over.” Tartaglia stormed over to the bard, in which Diluc suddenly intervened. He couldn’t help feeling protective over his archon.

“Back off!” The pyro male gripped onto his arm to halt him from getting any closer to Venti.

“No way, he swindled me!” Tartaglia struggled to get out of Diluc’s stubborn grasp. “Let go!”

“Not until you back away.”

Venti only watched the two, taking a sip of his cider and seemed pretty unphased by the struggling.

“I said, let go!” Tartaglia reached out in hopes to push Diluc away, but he unintentionally brushed against Diluc’s side which caused the male to flinch. It didn’t go unnoticed. The smug grin on Tartaglia’s face giving it away. “What was that, huh?”

“Nothing.” Diluc tried to remain stoic and calm, his grip tightening on Tartaglia’s arm. A small warning. “Now, back off.”

“Alright,” Tartaglia lifted his arms up in defeat, which was surprisingly easy and Diluc was very suspicious of. Even Venti narrowed his eyes at the sudden change in attitude.

Diluc remained cautious when slowly releasing his hold on him, staring him down before turning his attention back to the bard. This was probably the best time to take his leave.

“I’m sure I’ll see you back at – Ah!” Diluc gasped as he felt hands grab onto his waist. His head shot around and was about to bark a threat to the culprit when he found himself spluttering on laughter instead.

“Gotcha!” Tartaglia cheered, digging his fingers into Diluc’s sides and squeezing them up and down.

“You- Stahahap!” Diluc tried to speak through gasps of laughter, but the electricity from the ticklish squeezes on his sides were short circuiting his brain. He could only laugh and try to pry those annoying hands from his ticklish torso. “I’m wahaharning yohohou!”

“Ooh, very threatening!” Tartaglia taunted, travelling up to Diluc’s ribs which increased his laughter. His leg even kicked up and stomped back on the ground. “Never took you for the ticklish type, at all. I wonder how far you would have gotten against the Fatui if they knew about this?”

Diluc could barely respond through his uncontrollable laughter.

“I’m sure he would have still been triumphant,” Venti piped in, always quick to get a jab in about the group whenever an opportunity presented itself.    

“I highly doubt that. Giggles here can’t even get me to stop!” The man laughed, which was drowned out in comparison to Diluc’s laughs.

Venti was almost startled by Diluc’s roar of laughter when Tartaglia reached up under his arms, the sound echoing throughout the room.

“Ahahaha! I’m gohohohnna kihihill yohohou!”

Diluc seemed to be struggling a lot against Tartaglia’s iron grip and Venti seemed to take pity on him in this moment. He couldn’t stand to see Diluc humiliated in such a way, no matter how endearing it was to see Diluc laugh again after so many years.

“Alright, I think he’s had enough,” Venti finished off his cider and set the glass down. “Let him go, Childe.”

“Not a chance!” the ginger laughed. “If he’s so strong, he could easily break out of this. Plus, he said he wouldn’t spar with me, so I’ll take this instead.”

His hands began rapidly changing positions on where he would tickle the pyro user next, gasps of laughter forced from his lips. His underarms, sides, ribs and even stomach were not spared in this attack.

Venti sighed with a roll of his eyes. He really didn’t want to have to intervene, but the harbinger left him no choice. His braids began to light up as his anemo powers blew a gust of wind specifically towards Tartaglia, breezing passed Diluc’s flustered face in the process as a little help to cool him off.

Tartaglia was sent flying backwards, with no intent to harm, only to get him away from Diluc.

“T-Thank you,” Diluc sighed, a little wobbly on his legs from all the laughing.

“No problem!”

“Aw, why’d you do that? I was having fun!” Tartaglia pouted, running a hand through his ginger locks to fix them after the anemo gust blew them around.

“You’re going to regret your actions, harbinger.” Diluc growled, his red eyes piercing into Tartaglia’s deep blue ones.

“Oho, finally ready to spar with me? That’s more like it!” Childe cheered, stepping into his battle stance and already raring to go.

“Outside. Now.”

“You got it!”

Venti hummed, watching the two males leave the house before giggling to himself. “This should be interesting.”

[lovelynim]

Excitement! Congratulations for the 1000 followers! ✨🎉🎉

I can order something from Lee! Diluc Ler! Childe / Armpits?

Thank you for your great work.🌺

Hi anon!!

Ahh, thank you so much for your support AND for requesting them, eheheh, writing chilluc is always a bliss

Tartaglia grinned down at Diluc, firmly - almost painfully - pinning his wrists under his knee. “Last chance, master Diluc,” he sang, his fingers wiggling teasingly as they hovered over his torso, looking for a good target and the perfect moment to strike. “Do you admit defeat?”

“Tsk…” Diluc growled, trying to pull his arms down, but with no avail. Knocking him down during their sparring wasn’t enough? “What do you want me to say? Just let me gAH!”

“Wrong answer,” Tartaglia grinned, tickling both Diluc’s armpits relentlessly, clawing and scratching and prodding, even sneaking the tips of his fingers inside his sleeve to torture the bare skin. “When you get it right, I might let you go,” Tartaglia cooed, but, as Diluc continued to laugh, something struck him: did he ever tell him what was the right answer? Well, it didn't matter, Diluc would eventually figure it out.

[italeean]

Endurance training

You can find the plot here

A/N: Hiiiii!! Guys you have NO IDEA of how excited I am for this fic... like, an x reader??? WITH MY HUSBAND?!!!! Anon, chiunque tu sia, ti amo 💚🤍❤️ (Anon, whoever you are, I love you). I hope you all enjoy this work, suggestions and support are always appreciated 🌸 Happy July everyone!!

DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it's not to your taste, I don't suggest you read it

Every day just felt the same: waking up at 4 AM, going on a run, shower, light breakfast, training, lunch, more training, dinner and sleep. That was the merciless routine y/n has had ever since they decided to join the Fatui ranks as a recruit. And the worst part was him.

Tartaglia, Childe, the 11th Harbinger and also their direct superior. He was the Harbinger responsible for their training, and y/n was destined to be one of his soldiers, under his command. If they wanted to have a future as something more than a simple soldier, they needed to make themselves known, they needed to be bold and daring if they wanted to impress him.

But how do you impress someone who's so fearless and self-confident that he fights with the weapon he has most trouble using?! (And he's also a pro at it)

The answer was completely unknown to them. They just knew they needed to make him notice them and see their potential. Because they had potential... right..? There was no time to be insecure, they had the skills and the desire to learn and reach higher and higher goals.

That's why they trained almost to exhaustion, paying attention not to burn themselves out to avoid missing out on important training session just because their body was too strained to even get up, and eventually their work paid off because the Harbinger decided to follow their progress with special attention, which included private combat lessons after the regular training with all the other recruits.

The two of them got closer with time, and y/n slowly got used to Childe's reckless and sometimes flirty personality. He was brilliant when it came to combat skills, although he had some lacunae in the topic of strategizing, but they saw him as a model anyway, and they strived to impress him.

However, they felt like they lacked something in their style. Their shape was perfect, their movements were fluid, their reflexes were quick... and still, the Harbinger always took them down in any kind of combat with any kind of weapon without even breaking a sweat during their training sessions.

"You're too rigid," He always told her "you should try to have more fun. Be bold, unpredictable. You're always on the defensive so your style gets predictable in the long run." Those words stung a little, but y/n knew he was right... they had to be more daring, even at the cost of making mistakes.

They quickly got up and charged at the Harbinger with the intent of tackling him to the ground... only to find their hands blocked before they could even register what was happening.

Childe was standing in front of them with his usual smug smile. "That's already much better, although we'll need to work on your speed. Now, if you manage to grab your opponents hands like I did with you, you have many possibilities." He got both y/n's hands into one of his own, "Like a headbutt, a kick to make the opponent fall and bring the fight to the ground, or you can assess a punch to the stomach, right here..."

His free hand darted to the mentee's belly to show them the exact spot to hit... but when he poked the area, he was surprised by the startled yelp that left y/n's lips. "Oh? Is there something wrong? Did it hurt? It wasn't supposed to hurt... did you strain a muscle? You've been doing the stretching routine I gave you, right?" He looked at them with a worried but stern look on his face as he let go of their hands.

"Of course I did!" Y/n replied quickly "It didn't actually hurt... it just... umm... startled me! Anyway... I'm starting to feel fatigued now, I think it's better to do the stretching and wrap things up here for today..."

Childe nodded and smiled "It's good that you're learning to understand the signals of your body, it can save your life in battle... unless you're me, in that case, fatigue isn't a thing for me." He boasted playfully and started to leave, letting y/n do the stretching on their own. Y/n breathed a sigh of relief... luckily he had bought her excuse.

'Who do they think they're kidding?' Tartaglia thought to himself. And he was right, who did they think they were kidding? He was a big brother, he could detect a lie from a mile, especially when it came to being ticklish.

The following day, the morning training went as usual, but when they headed to the training arena in the evening, a little surprise awaited them. The Harbinger was standing there with a mischievous, almost ominous smirk on his face.

"Today we'll have a special training session to improve your stamina and strength." He began "It's very effective, and I can guarantee you that you'll feel loosened up after I'm done wi- I mean, after we're done." He chuckled, cooing internally at y/n's confused expression.

He gave them a wooden stick, "You'll have to keep it raised above your head for as long as you can." He told them. The instructions were simple enough, and the mentee did immediately as they were told, although they found that training unexpectedly easy... almost excessively simple.

"Umm... shall we pass to something heavier..?" They asked perplexed after a couple of minutes. "Don't be cocky now, you're about to find out how hard this exercise can get..." He got closer to them, cracking his knuckles.

Y/n gulped at the thought of what was about to happen, because they didn't know. Probably not even the Tsartitsa herself knew how ruthless the training to become a Fatuus could get. They had to keep their guard high, be ready for the worst...

But they weren't ready for the storm of pokes that descended on their torso, making them yelp and squirm and jump left and right. "Wha- aaaahhehehehe w-whahat are yohou doiiing???" "Oh can't you tell by yourself? I'm tickling you!! I'm sure it has happened to you before! Now you better keep that stick up~" He teased as his hands went to town all over their poor tummy, toned by all those days of training.

"Hahahahaha h-hohohow dihihid yohou-"

"How did I know? Dear, I'm an older brother... did you really thought you had fooled me with your little act and your little excuse?" He chuckled as he poked y/n's abs and pinched their sides. "Now, don't you think you deserve this also as a punishment for lying to me, your superior AND your dear mentor?"

"Nooooohohoho thihihis ihihisn't fahahahair!!" The mentee complained as they succumbed to the giggles.

"This is endurance training, it isn't supposed to be fair. Now gather up and endure, that stick is shaking too much." He latched onto their ribs with both hands, enjoying the shriek that left y/n's lips as he played with their ribcage as if it was a piano.

"GAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOP IT!!" Y/n yelled on top of their lungs as their sensitive ribs were playfully tormented. "Or else what? I should remind you that I'm the one in charge here, so you're in no position to bark orders." The redhead replied with his usual amount of wit and sass as he kept having fun with his mentee's ribs.

Poor y/n could feel their legs shaking, but they did their best to fight the urge to curl over themselves... with scarce results apparently, because Tartaglia corrected them. "Your posture is incorrect, I'm gonna have to correct you, I suppose..."

And by 'correct' he meant scribbling all over their back and watch them yelp and arch it into a more correct position. "That's what I'm talking about... and I gotta admit that you're lasting surprisingly long given how much you're laughing and squirming... I guess I'll have to go for the kill..."

As he said that, his hands shot up to y/n's underarms, delicately scratching the skin with all his 10 fingers. "WAAAAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHE NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEAHAHAHSE!!" The trainee couldn't handle it anymore and let go of the stick as their knees gave out and they crumbled to the ground, trying to curl up in a ball as those devious, nimble fingers followed every single movement of theirs.

"IHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVEHEHE!! IHIHI GIVEHEHEHEHEHE UHUHUHUHUP!!!" They scream-laughed desperately when the tickling got too much to handle, and were relieved that the Harbinger decided to be merciful and stop the tickling.

After they recovered from that merciless attack (yes, he recognized he'd been a little merciless), he looked at them still with his smug face. "Well? What do you think about this endurance training?"

"Endurance training?! You call this torture a training session?!" They exclaimed in embarrassment, which made him snicker. "I think you should endure a little bit of punishment for lying to me about your ticklishness..." He slowly approached them again.

"I loved this training session!!" Y/n quickly replied with a terrified smile. Maybe (MAYBE) they had fun, but going through all of that again was really too much. "See? That's what I'm talking about!" He chirped, "I bet you're much more relaxed and laid back after laughing so much... but you're right, this was no training. I just wanted to have my fun while loosening you up."

"You WHAT?!" The poor mentee exclaimed completely astonished. "Aaaww are you gonna pretend you didn't like this even a little? Fine, I guess... get up and get your revenge!"

Y/n quickly got up and charged at their mentor, determined to take him down and 'make him pay'.

They never managed to get their revenge... on the contrary, they got wrecked again, but Childe also told them that he'd never seen them fight so well, without the usual rigidity. That 'endurance training' had really managed to loosen them up.

[kusuguricafe]

im sorry but is this not the most perfect outfit to tickle him in????

[chubbybunyu]

Counter attack @rand0m-s1nner!! I hired Childe to pay you back for the ear tickles~✨️😌

Though he seems more than happy to not just stay at the ears...

No text version under the cut!♡

@tickleartfight

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Lumine and Childe bullying him.. 🫢

[gabe-76]

A day at the winery.

♡︎: Okay, so, I tried to make a fic to see how will it go. I just wanted to try something new. Hope you enjoy, this is my first fic. You can tell me if I need to change some things on my writing.

Ships: Diluc x Tartaglia.

Lee: Diluc, (Tartaglia, a little)

Ler: Tartaglia, (Diluc, a little)

Characters: 4.856.

This is a tickle fic, if you don't like it, please just scroll down.

Today was a normal day at the Dawn Winery, Diluc could say. That was until the door of the winery opened, and a ginger haired male entered the room, looking like a ball of energy.

"Master Diluc, long time we don't see!" - Tartaglia said, rushing towards the counter of the bar with a big smile on his lips.

"Ah, sure we haven't…" - The red haired man said with a sigh, leaving some clean wine glasses on a shelve.

Tartaglia titled his head and simply pouted - "What?, you didn't miss me all the time I was out? So mean, master Diluc. I thought you will smile even a little..." - The ginger hummed, looking away.

"I can't say I haven't missed you, Tartaglia. I just think that before you came here was really peaceful." - Diluc said, turning around to face the ginger with his arms crossed.

The ginger boredly stared at the other, huffing - "I thought you liked my energy." - "I sure do, sometimes your energy entertains some people, but I'm tired today. I haven't rest in a while."

The ginger perked up a little when he Heard those words. - "I suppose it's by your work." - The ginger said, leaning forward. - "You can't go to your house now? I'm the only person here, from what I see. Your personal is not here either, why are you still working?"

"Hm, I'm not feeling tired. I was advancing some work." - the male said, just using excuses. He didn't wanted to sleep, not because he didn't wanted, it was just because he was stubborn. Before the personal was gone, some of them almost begged him to go rest, but he didn't obey them. - "Is it that, or just because you are really stubborn naturally?"

The red head looked at the other, arching an eyebrow. - "Tsk, what do you mean like that?, I'm not stubborn..." - He muttered, closing his eyes and looking away from the ginger. - "Sure you aren't, master Diluc." - He smiled softly, rounding the counter and entering, to start hugging the other from behind.

"When are you planning to finish your 'advances' on your work?" - "Mh, who knows. Two/three hours, maybe more." - Diluc responded, crossing his arms, looking away. - "That's too late, It's already 12 am- huh? Are you okay?" - Tartaglia got interrupted by a sudden jolt from the red head when he nuzzled his nose behind the other's ear.

The hydro user could see that Diluc's cheeks and ears were slightly red. - "It's nothing..." - Diluc muttered, discreetly trying to separate from the hug. Tartaglia decided to try something, and gently kissed the same spot were he put his nose on, earning a yelp from the other.

"Diluc... Don't tell me that..."

"Shut up."

"I haven't say anything!!" - Tartaglia smiled, putting his fingers on the other's waist, making the red head quickly grab his wrist.- "Tartaglia..." - "Hm?" - "Don't you dare..." - "Too late!"

Tartaglia started kissing the spot behind Diluc's ear, making the other try to hold back his laughter. - "Come on, master Diluc... Laugh a little, will you?" - Tartaglia said, starting to dig his fingers on Diluc's ribs, making the other finally start laughing.

"S-Stohop it in this instant, Tahartaglia!!" - Diluc groaned through his laughter, his ears turning red, almost combining with the color of his hair. - "Look at your ears! They look like they're a part of your hair!" - The ginger grinned, now gently blowing raspberries on Diluc's neck, and tickling his armpits, making the normally serious male start to laugh uncontrollably.

"CH-CHIHIHILDEHEHE!!" - Diluc squirms in the hug, trying to push the other away, but Tartaglia simply trapped him between the counter and himself. - "STOHOHOP, THIHIS IS CHIHILDISH." - Diluc said, his face about to explode from how red it is.

"If you give me a Kiss, I might stop..." - He acted like he was thinking, while still tickling the other's armpits. - F-Fihihine! J-Juhust stohohop!"

With that, the ginger quickly stopped, and let the other catch his breath. When Diluc relaxed, he turned around to face Tartaglia with a frown, while the ginger brightly smiled at him. - "Where's my Kiss?" - The ginger asked innocently, making kissing sounds, while Diluc rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile a little. - "You're so annoying, you know?" - "But you love me!!"

Diluc sighed and got his face closer to Tartaglia's, his lips almost touching. Finally, Diluc started gently kissing Tartaglia's lips, the ginger corresponding it.

Suddenly, Tartaglia could feel some hands gently tickling his middle, making him break the Kiss with a giggle. - "W-Whahat? Dihiluc!"

"You think I forgot you were ticklish too, fatui? Now it's my turn." - Diluc said, smirking, as he tickled the ginger's navel, making the ball of energy explode with laughter.

This type of fights always occurred when Tartaglia went to visit Diluc. None of them both could say they hated those moments, after all, they don't really have time to be this close…

[lovelynim]

I saw you wrote for chilluc once and i wanted to ask for the "tools/toys" prompt with lee diluc, if possible

also congratulations for reach the 500 followers milestone!! you deserve it all and much more!

Dangerous Collection

Genshin Impact - Childe x Diluc

[500 Followers Milestone Event - "Tools/Toys"]

A/N: Sooo, i got this 2 requests with ChilLuc for the event and decided to focus on the first one, but I added some bits of prompt into it, heheh

Summary: Childe is giving Diluc a tour through his house and decides to show his collection of weapons, but one particular object catches the couple's attention.

Word count: 1641 words

This wasn’t the first time Diluc visited a wealthy home, but, still, this was at a totally different level from whatever the nobles at Mondstat were up to. Tartaglia - or “Childe”, as he would present himself - would constantly tell him to not worry about the bill or the price of some gift whenever they hung out, so the redheaded assumed he was, well, rich.

Rich was an understatement.

“I hope you don’t think I'm trying to make it up for something else,” Childe said cockly, feeling his ego being fed by Diluc’s expressions of awe and surprise whenever they walked into a new room of his stupidly huge house.

The other man sighed, trying to ignore the second meaning hidden in those words. Shaking his head, he gave the ginger a slight smile. “The only thing I’m thinking about is if you ever feel lonely at a place this big,” he teased as he continued to walk, admiring the rather luxurious furniture.

“Nah,” Childe scoffed, following his partner around, “There are some people that help me take care of it and… you’ve been coming over more often, I don’t get lonely at all ~” Childe mused, catching Diluc off guard with a sudden hug from behind. The ginger rested his chin on the other’s shoulder, amusing himself as he watched Diluc shiver and his cheeks turn into a faint pink.

Before the silence completely surrounded them, Childe clicked his tongue, letting go of the other man and taking a few steps ahead. “Wait, there is one more room I want to show you,” the enthusiasm in his voice was clear as he reached out for Diluc’s hand with a smile on his face.

Being nearly dragged across the stupidly large hallway, Diluc tried to keep up with the fatui’s pace, “c-can’t you slow down a little?” He chuckled, following the man around his house. 

A couple steps ahead, the ginger stopped in front of some kind of fancy door. It seemed a little heavier than the others in the house and, when Diluc looked at the lock, it was sturdier and thicker as well.

“Tartaglia,” Diluc muttered, staring at the door knob and feeling the ominous aura that seemed to come from behind that door.

“Yes?”

“What’s in there?”

Childe smirked, placing his hand on the knob and looking over his shoulder. “Nothing much… just my collection ~” And with a move of his wrist, he pushed the door open. “Ladies and handsome men first,” he muttered as Diluc walked by, making the redhead roll his eyes.

Inside the room, different shelves, racks and stands held… weapons. Thousands - maybe more - of them. Bows, spears, swords, knives - all kinds of deadly devices displayed in some kind of exposition.

“I-is this your collection? Weapons?” Diluc said, taking some slow steps deep inside the room. “There is probably enough weaponry here to start a war, Tartaglia,” he continued, turning back to the man standing on the door.

The ginger smiled, gently caressing the sharp edge of a spear that was near him. “Most of those are dull already. As I said, it’s just my collection, not my personal arsenal,” he smiled, noticing how the others continued to look around.

Diluc was no expert, but he could tell how some of those were way older than they looked - especially some old editions of the Knights of Favonius’s weapons. Rich people were really… eccentric, he thought. 

While letting his eyes wander over the weapons displayed nearby, Diluc found one in particular that caught his attention.

“Tartaglia,” he called, looking back to the ginger, who quickly sprinted over him.

“Yes?”

“What’s… that weapon for?” The redhead pointed out towards one of the shelves, directly towards a feather duster. The harbinger blinked a few times, looking to his partner before looking back at the object. Was he for real? Or was he just fooling around? He knew Diluc could be a little dense sometimes, but that…

One of the servants that worked on the house must’ve left that after cleaning the room, which was a reasonable excuse, but to mistake it for some kind of weapon? Tartaglia let out an audible chuckle, amused by the other’s obliviousness. “Don’t you recognize it, ‘Luc?”

The comment made his cheek turn into a shade of red clone to the one of his hair, crossing his arms in annoyance and looking away. “I-it looks just like a duster to me, but you have all the kind of stuff in here so…”

Childe rolled his eyes. Well, he was not that dense, after all, but there was still some room to mess with him. The ginger walked over the shelf, picking up the feather duster. “So you really don’t know it,” he muttered, turning back to Diluc as he used the wand part to lightly tap on his hand. “This is one of the most dangerous weapons I have in here.”

The seriousness in his voice made Diluc shiver. Childe didn’t seem to be kidding about it, and that only made him even more curious about that “weapon”. It looked so harmless, just like any other duster, maybe it was some kind of disguise to its actual power?

Childe’s smile grew wider when the other seemed to take the bait. So innocent… “Want me to show you how it works?” 

“R-right now?” Diluc gasped, snapping back from his trance, “but isn’t it dangerous?”

“Did you forget who I am? There is no weapon in Teyvat that I didn’t mast-”

“Except bows.”

Childe’s eyebrow twitched, letting out a disappointed sigh while Diluc let out a small laugh at him. “Fine, almost no weapon in Teyvat that I didn’t master. So, do you want me to show it to you or not?”

“Hmm,” Diluc pretended to wonder, trying to make some suspense. He knew how much Childe loved to show himself out and brag about his combat skills - which seemed to be the case this time - so it was a simple matter if he was going to entertain him or not. “I don’t kno-”

“Oh please, don’t be a killjoy, will you?”

Diluc chuckled, smiling while Childe pouted at his teasing. “Very well… show me how it works, then.”

His eyes sparkled as the redhead finally said the words he wanted to hear. Barely able to hold the mischievous intentions inside any longer. Quickly wrapping his arm around Diluc’s chest, the ginger pulled him closer in a swift move, making the redhead gasp in surprise.

“W-what are you doing?” He tried to protest as Childe held his wrists together with one hand, attempting to squirm off the other’s grip with no avail.

“Didn’t you ask for a demonstration, hm?” The other said cockly, using his free hand to slowly rail Diluc’s shirt up, exposing his bare midriff. With a half confused, half embarrassed look, the redhead tried to understand what all that was about. “Let me show how deadly this ‘weapon’ can be, ‘Luc”

“W-wait- ahah! T-Tahahartaglia!” Diluc gasped, pressing his eyes shut as the first giggles burst through his lips. With his free hand, Childe used the feather duster to gently caress Diluc’s exposed skin, covering those sensitive spots with the ticklish and gentle touch.

Keeping the redhead firmly in place and his hands out of the way, Childe chuckled along, alternating between quick strokes and slow traces, letting the feathers do their job and amusing himself with Diluc’s laughter. “Isn’t it great? Some may call it a merciless tool, but I find it to be such an amazing weapon…” He talked into the other’s ear, letting his breath tease his sensitive ear, finding adorable the way Diluc tried to scrunch up his shoulders to protect himself.

He should have predicted something like this, it hurt his pride to think he let himself fall for such a stupid explanation. Of course it was just a feather duster, not some kind of ancient weapon. “E-ehehenough nohohonsense!”

“Nonsense? Is that what you have to say about my collection, ‘Luc? I’m offended…” Childe mused, pulling his partner into an even tighter hug as he nuzzled against his cheek, showering him with brief kisses as the feathers were making him laugh his head off. “If you apologize… Maybe I can show you some mercy, what do you say?” 

“F-fihihine!” Diluc gasped when the feathers trailed over his stomach, trying to suck it in to avoid the soft caresses. “I’m sohohorry!”

“For what?”

“F-fohohor- agh, stahahAhahap!” He shook his head, his knees wanting to give him and drop his body to the floor, but Childe was putting up some effort in keeping him in place, leaving him no room to run to. “F-for cahahalling it nohohonsenseheh!”

“Hmmm… and what do you have to say about my weapon? ~” Childe continued, not wanting to spoil the fun just yet.

“T-Tartahahglia! Plehehease!” Diluc cried, throwing his head back in a fit of laughter as the ginger used the feathers on his side.

“Come on,” the other replied, grinning as he kissed Diluc’s cheek again before slowly sliding his lips close to his ear. “You can give it at least one compliment, right? You can do it… or are you that ticklish, ‘Luc?”

Those words sent a shiver down the redhead’s back. His cheeks burned in a bright shade of red - an adorable one, if you asked Childe - and he had no option but to submit. “N-nohohoh! I-it’s great! Ahaha, okahahay?!”

“Alright, alright… I’ll let you slide off this one easily,” Childe said, lowering the feathers, but keeping Diluc’s wrists held together. 

“A-ahah… a-aren’t you going to l-let me go?” 

“So soon, ‘Luc?” Childe grinned like a predator staring at his prey, leaning his face close to Diluc’s - close enough to feel the heat from his blushing cheeks - brushing his lips against his. “I’m not quite done with you…”

“W-what do yo- aHAha, T-TartaHAHaglia!! NohOHOH!””

[duckymcdoorknob]

do you have some cute headcanons for zhongli being a lee/ticklish? :)

Me personally, he’s such a huge ler for me that I’ve never really read anything for him being a Lee…

BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN I SHALL NOT TRY MY BESTEST!

Lee Zhongli who does not have a “death spot” per se, only a whole bunch of spots that get him to belly laugh rather than giggle

Lee Zhongli whose “laugh spots” are his shoulders, lower back, hips, and neck.

Lee Zhongli whose “giggle spots” are his collarbone, feet, ears, and stomach.

Lee Zhongli who was never tickled until he met Hu Tao

Lee Zhongli who shares his findings with Venti, only for him proceeding to be wrecked in seconds flat.

Lee Zhongli who has such a rich and deep laugh that his ler just melts like butter on toast.

Lee Zhongli who covers his mouth with his fist whenever he starts to giggle

Lee Zhongli who does his best to keep still so he doesn’t accidentally harm his ler

Lee Zhongli who doesn’t quite mind being tickled, but he only does it to help his ler blow off steam

Lee Zhongli who found out how ticklish his neck was when he met Tartaglia (bc the little fucker kept blowing on the back of it, or “brushing stray hairs away” on it)

Lee Zhongli who allows himself to be tickled for a few minutes, then decides to overtake his ler and turn the tables.

[lovelynim]

AHHHH THIS IS SO CUTEE *explodes*

Omg Childe's expression is just- ugh, so, so good

“Zhongli? Hah! I can easily take him on in anything, you name it! I would never pass up a challenge from him!”

Childe, final words?..

I did it- idk why I colored it but wehh I got a mood. @ticklystuff ,, please have this snack, don’t starve- I got your back (￣^￣)ゞ

As always, ignore spelling,, I’m dyslexic have mercy on meh

[fuwahua]

Will you write something about ler!Tartaglia x lee!Zhongli? :3

You're in luck I just posted ler!Tartaglia x lee!Zhongli a few days ago (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

Also wrote them for Day 6 too ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[skayleay]

What can I say 🫣

[tklpilled]

Fuck you /lh heres Lee Childe

Lee Tartaglia whose death spot is hims fuckign HIPS

Lee Tartaglia who literally personifies “AKDNCKNSKSNDJDBSJ” when he gets wrecked in said death spot

Lee Tartaglia who will get loopy from giggling for too long

Lee Tartaglia who is way too easy to put in a Lee mood

Lee Tartaglia who curses his height as his ler can wrap around his waist and squeeze his hips, sending him to the floor almost every time.

Lee Tartaglia who is a chronic fist-banger.

Lee Tartaglia who will scream into a pillow if someone squeezes his thighs

Lee Tartaglia whose legs are so ticklish that even tracing his calves//without those fuckass boots on//gets him loopy giggling.

Lee Tartaglia who snorts when he laughs too hard

Lee Tartaglia who inhales a lot when he laughs (think of like old-school Pewdiepie “derp inhale” laughter)

Lee Tartaglia who dreaded the day his baby brother outsmarted him and learned to probably tickle him.

Lee Tartaglia who gets “pushed” to the floor by Teucer, but is not expecting the little guy to lay on his back and go for his underarms.

Lee Tartaglia who throws his entire torso (not just the head) backwards when his sides or tummy are tickled.

Lee Tartaglia who tries to push at his ler’s hands on his lower tummy/hips and dig his heels into the floor

Lee Tartaglia who is a wrist grabber and is very flustered by being straddled and having his arms pinned above his head.

Lee Tartaglia who is not expecting to be tickled a shit ton after he leaves for Liyue, but is pleasantly surprised when he brings out Zhongli’s playful side

Lee Tartaglia who wholly regrets bringing out said playful side because he cannot go a day without getting stuck by a gargantuan lee mood when he sees Zhongli ANYWHERE

CHILDE W TICKLISH HIPS SO TRUE!!!!!! THESE R SO SO REAL AND TRUE AND CUTE AND AND AND i need him wrecked IMMEDIATELY!!!! i think u could go for his tummy but he shoves ur hands away so they end up at his hips and he's immediately like "wait go back"

[kasagiggles]

Hi Kasa/Syd!! I hope you're enjoying Fontaine as much as I do!! I'm super excited when I see Childe's appearance in Fontaine! He's my absolute favorite!! If you're available/not busy, I'll be super grateful if you would write a fic with lee childe! With Lyney & Freminet as the lers Probably the traveler asked Childe to help Lyney & Lynette doing the magic show, and during "practice", Childe got stuck in a props (leaving his torso exposed), and Lyney decided to tickle him alongside Freminet who's watching the practice And Lynette & Traveler just watching those brothers tickling the stuck Childe lol (please no foot tickles if possible), If the plot is too specific, feel free to change it. Have a nice dayyyy!! Your fics are truly heartwarming

CUTEEE OMG this is such a good idea !! enjoy <3

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ lee: childe

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ lers: lyney, freminet

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“haha… well.. to be honest, i didn’t think i would be doing such things during my trip to fontaine..” childe chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he read over the details on lyney and lynette’s upcoming magic show.

“i assure you, mr tartaglia, that these stunts are 100% safe to perform, we just need somebody to help us test it before we perform it live.” lyneys inviting and assuring voice was hard to turn down. he stood patiently as the harbinger thought to himself.

“there’s no point wasting our time if he doesn’t know what he wants to do himself, lyney. let’s find somebody else.” lynette suggested, in her usual cold tone.

before the twins could walk away, he stuttered;

“y-yknow what sure! i’ll help out! maybe it could benefit my combat skills in some way…” he muttered the last part under his breath, handing lyney the paper back eagerly. “when do you need me?”

several days had gone by, and today was the day childe had agreed to go in and help the twins by testing out their magic tricks, to childe, it was just something he wanted to get over with. it’s not like he had anything better to do, maybe he could learn something new.

“ah, you’re here!!” lyney cheered at the sight of him, rushing over to greet him properly. “it is my honour to have you here, tartaglia.”

“yeah, it’s no problem.” he said unenthusiastically, “what exactly will i be testing?” his eyes scanned the room, various objects laid around the stage.

“well, my main focus today is going to be that.” childe followed with his eyes as lyney pointed over to a prop in the middle of the stage, what seemed to be some sort of hanging tank, with three holes in the bottom. “there’s just a few things we need to verify, so please, if you don’t mind.” lyney softly guided childe over to the prop. “now, please do not fret, for we assure your safety. please place your head and hands into these holes.”

childe held back a yawn, allowing lyney to lock him in place. it was quite an embarrassing position, he felt defenseless, which was not pleasant. now he stood, with his head and hands both trapped.

“perfect!” lyney exclaimed, walking over to childe. “now please excuse me, i have to get a feel for the proportions of your body. is that alright?” the magician held out his hands, being sure that childe was okay with it beforehand.

“go ahead, do whatever you want to me.” he said, trying not to sound flat. lyney proceeded to grip onto childes hips, feeling around his torso. childe flinched, holding back a grunt.

“are you alright, mr tartaglia? did i hurt you?” lyney asked, which a hint of panic in his voice.

“ahh.. no, you’re fine… just tickled is all.” he continued to hold back giggles of anticipation.

“i see. i’m very sorry but, i must do this for the magic trick, i need to replicate your body to use as a fake..” he said quietly. “i’ll try and go quick! just hang in there!”

before childe could reply, lyneys hands made their way back to his torso, feeling around and gliding across his shirt. now that childe realized the predicament he was in, he felt as if he was suddenly unable to hold in his laughter.

“ha…hahahaha!!” he cackled as lyney guiltily felt his way around childes most ticklish areas. just as his hands reached his ribs, childe let out a not so manly screech.

“i-i’m sorry mr tartaglia, is it really that bad?!” lyney asked frantically, “ah! wait! i have an idea! to make it go by faster, freminet, come help me measure his proportions!”

“okay.. coming..” freminet mumbled, it was almost like lyney was trying to tease childe.

“how much longer is this- AH!” he shrieked again as freminet felt along his arms, now two pairs of hands were mercilessly tickling him all over.

“AHAHAHAH WHAHAT THE HEHELL!” he squirmed, clenching his fists that were inside of the tank.

“i’m sorry! i’m so so sorry, hang in there!” lyney encouraged him.

not being able to move made it tickle so much more. as embarrassing as it was, he couldn’t stop laughing at each gentle touch.

alas, after a minute or so of gentle tickly touches, it was over. childe remained in the tank, catching his breath as lyney jotted down some notes in his book.

“i’m very sorry mr tartaglia for the inconvenience, but your help was just what we needed to perfect this trick.” he headed over to unlock the rank, freeing the tired harbinger.

“ha… no problem.. am i good to go?” he asked, a light blush coated his face.

“of course, thank you and have a goodnight!” and lyney watched as the embarrassed ginger raced out of the room.

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