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gingerlee-holds · 7 months ago

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I feel bad for popping a request in ☠ anyway

If you're feeling up to it, perhaps ler Todoroki x lee Reader (bc me and reader insert are inseparable /j) from MHA? Length, perhaps 900+ words if possible? But I'll be grateful for anything haha, I also don't want to force you to write more if you're not feeling inspired i'm gonna be honest here I haven't watched MHA in a long time ☠ and I have no idea what scenarios would be realistic because he's,, Todoroki,,

Personally i'm a sucker for evil/more intense tickles because I wish I was ticklish but if that makes you uncomfy do feel free to ignore :)

oh hush, you!!! i love requests, so thank you so so much!! i just hope this is somewhat what you wanted heehee- enjoy!!! i have a huge crush on this dork so that creeps in- also the reader's quirk is whatever you want it to be, cuz its not mentioned- also also!! im really really sorry if i fuck the names up cuz from what i know of the show, Todoroki is the family name, so Shoto is the given name but i could be totally wrong

i just wanna say that i really really like writing the rambly bits from Shoto about the book-

the reader is sorta a brat lol

Like Poetry

Words: 2,334 Pairing: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Reader Warnings: lotta fluff!!! not proofread!!!

You groaned as you entered the common room. Mr. Aizawa’s personal training was brutal today, and you were not looking forward to feeling how sore your muscles would be tomorrow morning. Sighing, you grabbed one of Sato’s cupcakes from the counter and flopped onto the sofa, confident it would be unoccupied. It was about seven in the evening on a Friday, which meant everyone was either in their rooms or somewhere around town.

You huffed into the mattress before gasping at the sound of a page being turned. Looking up, you saw you were about a foot away from, in your mind, the strongest student in your class. He was sitting with perfect posture, reading a book with yellowed pages. On the coffee table sat a mug filled with tea.

Shoto Todoroki didn’t look up from his book at you. If he knew you were there, he didn’t show it. He silently read, seemingly fully absorbed. You sat upright, shaking off the embarrassment of almost landing on him, of all people.

You cleared your throat and gobbled up your cupcake in one bite, setting the wrapper down next to his tea. Still, he didn’t move. Raising an eyebrow, you poked him in the side to get his attention, and the surprised gasp he gave made you giggle. Shoto looked at you, brow furrowed in annoyance, but his face soon softened when you smiled and waved.

“Hi!” you said chipperly.

He nodded politely in return. “Hello, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”

With a chuckle, you shoved his shoulder. “No worries! Whatcha reading, bookworm?”

Shoto tilted his head. “I’m not a worm.”

You sighed and repeated your question without the tease. You loved that your classmate was so adorably literal.

“I’m reading this book of old poetry. I don’t remember where I got it - it feels like my family’s always had it lying around. I decided to read it today since everyone’s out.” His voice was calm as he spoke.

You were somewhat interested in the subject but mostly just wanted to hear him talk some more. It was so rare that he spoke. “Anything good in there?”

“I found this one that I liked,” Shoto said before flipping back a few pages. “Rain on lemongrass. / Ash trees weep o’er their lost sun: / Their light and love, gone.”

The poem made you hum in thought. “What’s it about?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” he asked. Taken on its face, it was an insulting question, but you knew Shoto was genuinely unsure whether to explain it. You shook your head in reply. “The poem is about heartbreak. A woman falls in love with someone, and suddenly, that person has to leave. The woman feels like she has nothing left as she cries into a world that has bigger concerns than her. Soon, perhaps, her love shall return, the sun re-emerging from the clouds, but there’s also the possibility that she doesn’t last until then, and the wind blows her over. Ash trees symbolize grief, so perhaps they may never meet again. The lemongrass, evoking a cheerful memory, is smothered under the rains that hide her beloved.” Suddenly, he looked up from the page. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was rambling.”

You scratched your head. “How did you get all that from just three lines?” You didn’t mind, of course. He was cute when he rambled. To your great surprise, he let out a soft and sheepish smile.

“Well, I suppose I have too much time on my hands,” he said, looking away. You smirked and poked his side again, giggling at his surprised reaction. Shoto let out a muffled yelp and jumped, glaring at you suspiciously and rubbing his side. “Quit that.”

“Sorry, Icy-hot! Can’t be helped!” You held up both your hands in mock surrender.

“Hm,” Shoto mumbled, looking back to the book. “This book was written entirely by hand. See? This character is slightly different here, here, and here,” he continued, pointing at different parts of the page. “And from what I can tell, its publication predates quirks, hence why they are not mentioned. If they had quirks, you would think there’d be a suggestion of their existence, no? Yet there’s nothing. For all intents and purposes, it seems like this book is a remnant of a simpler world.” His expression looked distant as if his mind were a hundred miles and years away.

You leaned back, folding your arms behind your head. “Sounds dorky. Maybe you should tell Deku! I’m sure he’d be all too interested,” you chuckled, then looked over. If he heard your comment, he gave no sign. He must still be lost in thought. Looking down at his side, you saw it was perfectly exposed. You were pushing your luck. Then again, what is a hero if not someone who tries their luck? You pursed your lips together and quickly extended your hand to poke Shoto’s side again.

But he was faster. As if expecting your reckless act, he set his book down and grabbed your hand before it made contact in one fluid movement. “You don’t listen, do you?”

“I do my utmost to avoid doing that, yes,” you said, giggling nervously. His grip was firm, giving you no delusions of escape. His hand was chilly, as if Shoto was threatening to encase your whole arm in ice at any moment. You tugged slightly.

He didn’t let go. “No, you need to learn this lesson.” Somehow, that was among the scariest things you’ve ever heard, right alongside the speech of the hero killer and Mr. Aizawa announcing an extra homework assignment before the summer break. Shoto pushed your legs toward the end of the couch, pinning you to his chest with both hands held behind you. You shuddered as Shoto said, “Now, learn well.”

Since both your hands were stuck behind you against his torso, you couldn’t defend yourself whatsoever when he descended both hands onto your stomach. You erupted into bright, bubbly laughter and kicked your feet like that would do anything to help. All that went through your head was repeated, ‘Oh, fuck, that tickles!’

You heard Shoto’s hum of approval from behind you as he clawed his fingers over the thin fabric of your shirt. “Interesting,” he mumbled to himself.

“ShIhihihihIt! ShohOhOHohotoHoHoho!” You shook your head and thrashed all you could, but it didn’t matter. Shoto was stronger, and he would make sure you knew it.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked casually.

“STohohoHOAhaap!!” It didn’t have a chance of working, but it didn’t hurt to try.

“No.” Shoto’s clawed hands squeezed around your stomach in circles, taking a moment to dwell on your extra-ticklish lower stomach, which he took delight in exploiting. If you didn’t know any better, you would even say he enjoyed it as much as you were.

“NohOHoHOhoHT TheheHEherre!” you pleaded helplessly, throwing your head back to give your torturer the best puppy eyes you could… although they were far less effective than you had hoped since they were quickly squeezed shut in uproarious laughter.

“Here? Right here, yes?” Shoto released a flurry of pokes on your lower stomach as if he wanted confirmation.

You nodded and hiccupped, doing all you could to contain the blush that bloomed on your face at the sound of his cooing hum. Mercifully, he gave you a break, and you panted for breath against him. “Shihihitt…” you giggled, squirming in his grasp to get the ghost tickles off your tummy.

“Here,” Shoto said, and you turned to see he was holding up his mug for you. Gratefully, you took a big sip of the refreshing tea, smiling a little at the warmth of it. It was strangely sweet; you had expected Shoto to only like the bitter teas, but surprisingly, the flavor was somewhat sugary. As if reading your mind, Shoto said, “It’s chamomile. It helps me relax.” He took the mug from your mouth and set it back on the table.

Shoto cleared his throat. “Now,” he began, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Is my release dependent on how I answer that?”

“Yes.”

“Then… Never!” You madly giggled as you attempted to escape his grasp before quickly regretting it. He had you suitably pinned, and to further reinforce his lesson, you realized with terror that he was rolling up your shirt to your ribs. “Wait, Shoto-!”

Your tormentor didn’t give you time to finish. Without fanfare, his hands descended onto your exposed tummy. Instead of clawing around, as he had done before, he was using quick scribbles, which, coupled with his cold fingers on your bare skin, was maddening.

“SHohOhoHOTO!” You had no idea you were so ticklish! By the looks of things, it seemed like he had been in tickle fights before, and from how badly he was wrecking you, he was used to winning them.

He hummed in thought as your thrashing weakened. “Your belly button is incredibly ticklish,” he observed. It was, to your dismay, very accurate. It didn’t help that his cold finger was heightening the feeling!

“PLehEHehEHHEase! MeheHEheheercyy!” you squealed out, kicking and bucking like a horse.

“Goodness, you’re dramatic. It’s only tickling, Y/N. If anything, this should build your endurance. What if the League captured you? I doubt you’d last a minute before you spill everything you know if they knew this weakness of yours.”

Why did he have to be so monotone with his teasing? He sounded so casual as if he were still explaining the history of that old book - only he was speaking over your hysterical cackling. He was a fast learner, too: he was pretty adept at locating the spots that got an especially wild reaction out of you and cruel in punishing them.

Shoto’s fingers increased in pace while always keeping one wiggling about in your navel. “I know,” he said, “I get it; you’re very, very ticklish. Now calm down.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He was having fun! “I wonder… you’ve inspired me to write my own poetry! Let’s see…” He paused to think, unfortunately not slowing down the tickles, making you yelp and shriek. “Ticklish cutie / Squealing on the couch with glee / With a cute tummy,” he slowly said as if writing it down. With a gasp, you felt him do just that, writing down the poem on your belly with the tip of his fingernail.

You turned beet-red as you threw your head back, your laughter turning silent. You had long since begun crying with delight, and tears rolled down your cheeks in rivers, but he didn’t stop until you started coughing. With a chuckle, he released you, and you panted for breath. You didn’t move from his lap, and Shoto didn’t seem to mind. He gently placed a hand on your forehead, tilting it toward him.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently. You nodded with a smile, which he returned. His smile was inviting, like a sunbeam on a winter’s day. He slowly helped you sit back up and handed you his mug again. You eagerly gulped it down. The tea was warm and sweet, and when you finished it and set it back on the table, you realized that Shoto wasn’t too different.

“Thank you, Shoto,” you said softly.

“For the tea?”

“Yes,” you replied, “and… for the tickles. It… helped me unwind.” You looked away and rubbed your neck shyly.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. It was fun for me, too. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that.” He smiled again, a small treat like candy. “It’s nice to see you so carefree. You’re usually a ball of nerves,” Shoto admitted bluntly, making you sigh and nod in agreement.

You basked in the silence for a bit before both of you suddenly looked up. That was the unmistakable sound of… And right on cue, the word ‘mumble’ began to figuratively float across your field of view. At its origin, you and Shoto saw Izuku madly scribbling in his notebook and mumbling about something. You swore you caught the words “ticklish,” “stomach,” and “squeals.”

Behind Izuku, standing in the hallway, were Ochaco, Denki, Tsuyu, Mina, Eijiro, and Kyoka. The first two desperately attempted to quiet Izuku, to no avail. You sat bolt upright, glaring at the unwelcome audience.

Eijiro broke the silence with a playful swat to the back of Izuku’s head. “You got us caught with your nerd shit, Deku,” he joked, making the green-haired hero look away backfully.

“That was adorable!” Mina grinned, pointing at you. “You made a bunch of noise, so we wanted to check it out!”

“You’d better erase what you wrote, Deku.” You spoke calmly but in a way that gave no misapprehensions about your seriousness.

Ochaco looked over Izuku’s shoulder. “Doesn’t look like he’s gonna do that.”

“Midoriya,” Shoto spoke up. “Be sure to write that they couldn’t use their quirk while being tickled.”

You gasped at the betrayal. “Don’t you fucking dare write that, Deku!”

With a glance, Denki, Kyoka, and Tsuyu replied simultaneously, “Oh, he’s already writing it.”

With a growl, you shot from the couch. “You’re fucking dead, Deku!” Your classmates yelped with shock and ran down the hall from you, stifling their giggles.

Eijiro, egging you on, tossed back over his shoulder a snide, “Now you’re sounding like Katsuki!”

“Oh, I’ll make Katsuki look like a fucking bag of pop rocks when I’m done with you idiots!” Your threat carried no heat since it was filled with giggles. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ludicrousness of the situation, smiling fondly at how much you loved your friends.

And behind you, on the couch, Shoto grinned with pride as he picked up his book to continue reading. He was glad he had been allowed to be so affectionate with someone for a chance. Absent-mindedly, he picked up his mug of tea for a sip but sighed disappointingly at the lack of tea inside. Maybe he needed bigger mugs.

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fluffykittylerv2 · 2 years ago

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Ayy big bro tkl little bro cause that's super cute dude aAA-

anyways my ocs Adrian and Jeremy, who has made a former appearance, this time getting well-deserved (not really) revenge on his little brother for trying to "throw away" childhood stuff, totally not just look at it. he was just looking for an excuse to attack him yall know

(also just wanted to draw my babies as babies look how cute they aRE)

anywaysss enjoy my oc posting okay byEE

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fluffyticklespots · 2 years ago

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Hand It Over! (My Hero Academia)

Warning: Tickle fic ahead!

Characters: Todoroki, Bakugou

Word Count: 1,535

Summary: Bakugou wants to watch TV, but Todoroki had control of the remote first. After (barely) asking nicely, he decides the only way to get it is through torture~.

A/N: This fic isn't necessarily TodoBaku, but it can be read that way or platonically! :D

“I said, give it to me!”

“Stop, Bakugou, I was here first.”

“Like I give a shit, Icy-Hot! Hand it over!”

Todoroki yelped when Bakugou pounced on him. He angrily tried grasping at the TV remote, which Todoroki held high above his head. Everything had been peaceful until Bakugou decided he wanted to come out of his room for once. Todoroki was watching a news program, though not much had been going on aside from the usual reports, and not two minutes had passed before Bakugou started demanding the remote. The half-and-half hero was used to this behavior from his classmate by now, but that didn’t stop him from rolling his eyes at the way he was being spoken to.

He tried grabbing at his explosive classmate’s hands with one of his own while still keeping the remote out of reach. “Stop. I already told you I’d give it to you when my show was over.”

“It’s the news!” Bakugou scoffed, still grappling for the remote, “It’s not even entertaining!”

“Maybe not to you, but it is to me.”

“Gimme the remote!”

“I said no.”

Bakugou growled, aggravated at the fact that his classmate was being so calm and that he was about equal strength with him, if not more so, so trying to grab the remote while he was pushing him away was more of a difficult task than he’d like it to be. In the midst of his fruitless attempts, he shifted his position, and accidentally brushed his hand along Todoroki’s side when rebalancing. He shot his gaze downward when he heard a loud gasp escape from his friend, along with his arm coming down ever so slightly.

“The hell was that?” Bakugou inquired, his usual gruffness accompanied by a sprinkle of interest and confusion.

“N-Nothing,” Todoroki stammered, his heart pounding and face flushed.

The hot headed hero silently scanned his friend beneath him, trying to figure out what could have elicited such a sound. He narrowed his eyes and shot him a glare.

“I’m not dumb, Icy-Hot!”

“I never said you were.”

“Then tell me what that sound was!”

Todoroki felt himself sinking further into the couch, wishing he could just go back to watching TV. He felt his face heating up more and more by the second. He didn’t know how to get out of this. Bakugou was determined and stubborn; there was no way he was going to let this go. Quickly and in a panic, he took the moment Bakugou was distracted to squeeze at his side with his free hand. His classmate yelped in surprise, defensively wrapping his arms around his torso. This didn’t stop Todoroki, as he grinned a little and continued squeezing the side he had a grip on. Bakugou grit his teeth, growling in place of forced laughter, and tried clawing at his friend’s offending hands.

“S-Stop! What are you d-doing?!”

“What’sa matter, Bakugou? Are you ticklish?”

“O-Of course not, moron! Stop it!”

“If you’re not ticklish, then why do you want me to stop?” Todoroki moved his hand up to Bakugou’s ribs, squeezing and scribbling whatever surface he could that his friend wasn’t actively protecting.

“B-Becahause!” Bakugou doubled over, practically falling on top of Todoroki while he clutched his torso desperately. “Leheheave me alone!!”

“Were those giggles I heard~? Did the big, bad Bakugou just giggle?”

“No! Shut UUUHUHUHUP! AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!”

Todoroki smirked as his explosive friend came crashing down onto him. He continued to rapidly squeeze and knead at the spot just above his ribcage, not letting up for a second. Bakugou thrashed like a fish out of water, shoving at his friend’s hands in pure desperation. He couldn’t even muster up the strength to back away from him, that was how badly it tickled.

“Not ticklish, huh?”

“SHUHUHUHUT YOUR MOHOHOHOUTH! S-STAHAHAHAHAP! I WILL KIHIHILL YOHOHOHOU!”

“That’s not nice, Bakug–”

The half-and-half hero yelped when he felt a squeeze at his own side, and he absolutely melted when the squeezes continued. He lost any energy to keep up his own ticklish onslaught, and used any remaining energy to keep himself from laughing. Gasping for breath, Bakugou kept kneading and pinching his friend’s sides, grateful for the moment of reprieve. Once he finally regained his strength, he sat up fully and dug into his sides with more force.

“Oh, you all quiet now? What happened to that cocky attitude you just had, Icy-Hot?” He smirked and proceeded to explore Todoroki’s abdomen. He squeezed, kneaded, and scribbled his fingers along every inch of his ticklish torso. “C’mon! You were so vocal just a second ago! Laugh, dammit!”

A swift shake of his head was enough to encourage Bakugou to try even harder. He explored the entirety of his classmate’s torso, some spots eliciting more of a struggle than others, but he knew he hit the jackpot when he ventured up to his armpits. A single poke was enough to cause Todoroki to squeal and thrash harder than he had thus far. He shot his arms down and started pushing at his tormentor, but he grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand. The remote had long since fallen to the floor.

“There we go,” Bakugou grinned mischievously as he drilled into his friend’s hollows with his free hand.

“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOHOHOU!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“Please? Please what? You have no room to beg, you started this!” He started kneading his thumb into the pits while scribbling his fingers on the outsides of them. “But I won’t object to hearing you beg. So go on, beg all ya want! See how far it gets you~.”

“NOHOHOHO TEHEHEHEASING!! C-C’MOHOHOHOHON, PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!”

The smirk on the explosive teen’s face was spine-chilling. He looked sadistic as he tormented his poor classmate, really digging into one of his worst spots with such vigor, and feeding off the desperation in his voice. The combination of his bright red face and shrieking, helpless laughter was intoxicating. He had no intention of stopping anytime soon, and it showed. That is unless…

“You regretting not giving me the remote yet?”

“YOHOHOHOHOU’RE STIHIHIHILL ON ABOUT THAHAHAHAHAT?!”

“Why wouldn’t I be? You never gave it to me! Come to think of it…” Bakugou turned his hand into a claw, intensely scribbling into his friend’s armpits with deadly precision. “Is that why you started tickling me? Did I accidentally tickle you while tryna grab the remote? You wanted to distract me from trying to do it again?”

The heat that radiated off of his classmate’s face was enough of an answer. Todoroki shrieked, whined, and thrashed as his armpits were tormented. He wanted to just cover his face, too embarrassed to even wanna be in the same room as Bakugou right now. No one had known he was ticklish. Hell, he hadn’t even known until a particular confrontation with Midoriya not long ago. His upbeat friend had sworn not to tell a soul, though, so he figured he was safe from anyone else finding out. How he hated being wrong.

“Well?” Bakugou pinched the skin around the half-and-half hero’s armpits, drilled directly into the middle of them, rapidly scribbled and tickled every inch of the sensitive skin, doing whatever he could to squeeze out the loudest and most desperate laughter.

“YEHEHEHEHES, OKAHAHAHAY?! YEHEHEHEHEHES! AHAHAHAHARE YOU HAHAHAPPY NOHOHOW?!”

“Not yet. You still need to hand over the remote.”

“FIHIHIHINE, JUHUHUHUHUST TAHAHAHAKE IT!”

“I don’t think I wanna stop just yet, you’re having so much fun~!”

“BAHAHAHAHAKUGOU!!”

“Ugh. Fine. After this.” Bakugou proceeded to lift his classmate’s shirt up, hold down his wrists with both of his hands, scoot downward, then positioned his lips above his tummy.

“W-What… Whahahat are you dohoing?” Todoroki looked on with confusion, tensing his belly for the worst.

Without a word, the explosive hero took a large breath in, then blew a giant raspberry on his friend’s bare tummy. The noise that escaped him was almost inhuman. A mix of a shriek, a snort, and uncontrollable laughter, immediately followed by silent hysterics. Todoroki thrashed and bucked and squirmed, desperately trying to get away from the ticklish torment. He had never experienced such a torturous feeling before. And yet, he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel exhilarating.

Once his long raspberry concluded, Bakugou sat off of his friend, shooting him an amused smirk. His classmate was a mess of tear-stained, red cheeks, residual giggles, and tingling nerves everywhere. After a few moments of trying to calm down, he sat up fully and glared at Bakugou, though it lost any effectiveness due to the wide smile he so desperately tried to hide.

“So, remote?” Bakugou inquired expectantly.

Todoroki huffed as he got off of the couch, legs trembling. He went around to the side the armrest he had been pinned to was on, and grabbed the remote that had fallen to the floor in the commotion. He then plopped back onto the couch, all energy having been expended.

“Here,” he glowered at Bakugou as he handed him the remote.

“Finally,” the hot head relaxed into the couch as he changed the channel, looking victorious. He then peered at Todoroki curiously, saw his attempt at a scowl, and laughed. “What? Your show’s over anyway~.”

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thatoneticklewriter · 11 months ago

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Zhongli Knows Best

(Ler!Zhongli/Lee!Gaming)

Summary: Aether and Paimon’s trick into getting Gaming to talk to his father fails miserably and it’s up to Zhongli to fix the plan.

“No! I’m not doing this!” Gaming shouts shaking his head noticing that Aether and Paimon lead him straight into a trap.

“I just want to talk, Gaming.” His father sincerely reaches out to the bi color haired boy who rudely shrugs him off which was out of character for the preppy dancer.

“Talk about your dreams and your future, right?” Gaming shoots daggers in his father’s direction.

“Maybe this was a bad idea.” Paimon whispers to Aether.

“You should hear your father out, Gaming.” Zhongli spoke up from his seat.

“Hear him out for what? It’s the same thing every-time. No matter what, he only cares about himself.” Gaming scoffs rolling his eyes storming off in the opposite direction.

“Maybe we should let him cool off.” Aether suggests and his father agrees as they sit around the table drinking some tea.

“I’ll go check on him and make sure he’s okay. Maybe he’ll listen to me if I talk to him?” Zhongli stood up from his chair wandering around the plains of Wangshu inn for the bi color haired boy.

In a couple of minutes, the brunette finds Gaming sitting near a pond skipping rocks into the water.

“Sounds like this would be the place for you.” Zhongli hums taking a seat next to the dancer.

“I need to be alone. I’m guessing my father sent you here to talk to me?”

“No, I actually came here on my own.” Zhongli says. “You’re acting a little hot headed in this situation. Your father is your only parent at the moment. Your mother isn’t with anymore, Am I right?”

Gaming winces at the other’s comment about his mother.

“He may be my only parent but I don’t have to listen to him.” The hi color haired boy states continuing to throw more rocks in the water. “And I don’t have to listen to you either.”

“Oh is that so?” Zhongli widens his eyes at the other’s attitude. This wasn’t the same cheerful boy he had met earlier with Aether and Paimon.

“Now can you leave? I don’t need a lecture from you too.” Gaming gives him a look.

Zhongli had his way dealing with bratty kids in his younger days. He knew how to calm down Xiao and Aether whenever they would get riled up or even when they were sobbing in tears. He wondered if he could use the same tactic for Gaming.

“Ah-hey!” Gaming yelps as Zhongli wraps an arm around the other’s neck putting him in a headlock. “What’re you doing!?”

Oh, this old man was definitely going to feel the Wushou’s dancer’s rage.

“You, my boy, need to respect your elders. You talk a lot for someone your age.” Zhongli smirks watching Gaming struggle in his grasp.

“Argh! Let me go! I mean it!” The bi color haired boy threatens.

“No can do. We have to turn that frown upside down.” The brunette teases squeezing at Gaming’s sides earning a shriek from the other.

“Sounds like someone is in fact ticklish.” A chuckle escapes the other’s lips.

“I’m not in the mood!” Gaming sends Zhongli a glare trying to scratch at his arms.

“Now now, don’t be like that.” Zhongli shakes his head persisting to assault Gaming’s side with his free hand.

“Ahaha-stop!” Gaming couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“Looks like I’m getting a reaction out of you now, aren’t I?” The older man smiled trailing his fingers to the other’s tummy underneath his hoodie.

“Arghhahahaha-let gooahaha!” The bi color haired boy literally cries at Zhongli’s fingers clawing at his abdomen.

“I’ll let go if you agree to have a conversation with your father.” Zhongli states hoping this would settle their debate.

“No! I don’t want to talk to him!” Gaming rapidly shakes his head.

“Suit yourself.” The brunette says squeezing at his tummy once again even wiggling a finger in his navel.

Gaming lets out a squeal from the sensation and he bites Zhongli’s wrist with all his strength almost drawing blood. The brunette pulls his arm away from the sudden pain releasing his grip from the bi color haired boy.

The wushou dancer tries to escape from Zhongli’s presence but the brunette was faster tackling him onto the grass as they roll around like fighting dogs.

“Please! Ahahaha! I-aha give up Mr. Zhongli!” Gaming combusts into laughter feeling fingers dance around his ribs.

“Let’s see how many ribs you have.” Zhongli ignores the other pulling Gaming in his lap tapping away with his upper abdomen.

“1, 2 , 3-“ Zhongli’s counting was cut off by Gaming’s shrieks and squeals and he shushes the bi color haired boy literally putting his hand in his face.

“Quiet, now I have to start all over again. 1, 2, 3. . “ The brunette scolds Gaming as he pokes and prods at his ribs another time.

“Mr. Zhongli hahahaaplease!” Tears well into the corner of Gaming’s eyes as he turns onto his side.

“I see you are learning your manners.” Zhongli hums before finding another spot to torment the bi color haired boy.

He leans dangerously close to Gaming’s face and he buries his face in the other’s neck blowing a raspberry. Gaming flails like a flopping fish trying to remove Zhongli away from his neck. Though Zhongli retaliates shoving his arms up Gaming’s armpits.

The wushou dancer shouts at the top of his lungs squeezing his eyes shut.

“Will you talk to your Father now? I’m giving you one last chance.” Zhongli intensively stares into the boy’s eyes.

“I- I don’t-“

“Excuse me? What was that?” Zhongli threatens moving his face close to the other’s abdomen.

“Okay! I’ll talk to him, I guess.”

“You guess? Doesn’t sound all that convincing to me.” A smirk crawls onto Zhongli’s lips before he buries his face in Gaming’s tummy blowing another raspberry.

Gaming hollers in laughter trying curl himself into a ball.

“Hahah okay okay! I’ll talk to my dad! Please, Mr. Zhongli!” The bi color haired boy calls it a truce shielding himself from another one of Zhongli’s attacks.

“Good, glad we can settle this.” Zhongli states straightening out his shirt. “Let’s go.”

“What do you think all that noise was?” Paimon questions to Aether while they wait from Zhongli to retrieve Gaming.

“I’m sure Zhongli used one of his tactics to get Gaming to calm down.” A mischievous smile was plastered onto Aether’s face.

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