#honkai star rail tickling

[lovelynim]

"Are you ticklish, Moze?" "M-Master Jiao, stop it... please...

AHHHHH I'm so glad to share this commission with you guys!!

This amazing piece was created by @tsukiharu, which I thank for taking in my request and doing it so amazingly

[chibimochii]

A Lost Gamble.

Aventurine x Dr Ratio x Sunday

Doodle post!! It's a bit messy but ugh these characters... umu

Sorry Aven, but I cannot NOT see Sunday as a non mean ler. At least for now.. but now one has motivation to get revenge on that smug soft (fake) face

[keru0]

Tickletober 2024

Day 9: Death Spot

Lee!Blade x Ler!Jing Yuan

*Warning for bondage and mentions of death

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“How is the prisoner holding up?” The General asked, walking around the man bound in chains, his wrists shackled to the ceiling, his feet to the ground.

“Let me go, Jing Yuan. I have business to do elsewhere.” Blade retorted, eyes narrowing at the figure circling him.

“You will be let go, I’m sure. But you still must face trial. I have actually come here to move you to a more comfortable cell. I’m sure you don’t enjoy being chained up like this, yes?” He asked softly, crossing his arms as he stopped in front of the bound man, looking him up and down.

Blade stayed silent, not offering a response to the man who brought him here, fervently avoiding his amber gaze.

Jing Yuan sighed, shoulders relaxing as he tried to change the subject. Blade had already been interrogated – it was better to talk to him, see what he’s been up to. “Have you found the thing you’ve been searching for? Death?” He frowned at his old friend, past memories filling him with melancholy.

The Stellaron Hunter returned his gaze, eyes focused on the ground as he offered his answer. “No, I have not…I’m not him, Jing Yuan.” 

“I’m aware.” He said woefully, his frown deepening as more memories flooded into his mind – memories of happier times with his friends. “I could help with what you seek, though,” He suggested, walking to the back of Blade, his eyes wandering over his muscular form. “I happen to remember certain situations where you said ‘you’re killing me’...”

Blade’s eyes widened as he felt a finger swipe up his back, the chains rattling as he twitched. “Jing Yuan, I am not-”

“You are not him, yes. However, you share the same body…and I happen to remember it very well.” He said with a smirk, his hands wrapping around the other’s sides. Squeezing and kneading into the soft muscle.

“J-Jihing Yuahan! Stohop thihis!” The man demanded, twitching left and right as much as the bindings would allow as the hands crept up to his lowest ribs, then back down to his hips. Past memories flooded into his own mind, of laughing under his lovers’ hands, begging and pleading as they played with him. A blush crept over his face at the memories.

“But, as I said, you mentioned this particular activity ‘killed you,’ even if you admitted you loved it later…” He chuckled, strong hands prodding at the ribs and between them, one by one as if he was counting them and the spaces between.

“NoHohO! LeHehEt me gOhoHo!” blade pleaded, a whine slipping out as he felt the hands creeping higher and higher. He blushed at the General’s words, remembering exactly the moments he was referring to. Of course, he didn’t hate this, he did however, find it extremely unpleasant, not to mention demeaning.

“As I said, I am sure you will be let go after your trial. Now, if I remember, you said your ‘death spot’ was right-”

“YAHAHAH SHIHIHIHIT!”

“-here.” The sleepy general chuckled, his fingers scratching into the outstretched armpits as the rattling chains mixed with the song of laughter echoing throughout the chamber. The focused on the centers of the defenseless pits before scribbling around them, from just below the strong biceps to the highest of ribs. “I have missed hearing your laughter, I must say.”

“JING YUAHAHAN! STOHOHOHP! PLEHEHEHEASE! NAHAHAHAHA!” The prisoner begged, his head thrown back in laughter as he was tickled. He pulled at his arms, though the chains pulled them tight. He attempted to move his legs, though they were chained to the floor, not able to move. All he could do was take what the general gave him, and hope he could spare a shred of mercy as tears of mirth formed at the corners of his eyes, his blush deepening at the humiliating situation, yet he still could not say he hated it, as for the first time in a while, happy memories resurfaced.

“I will, but first I want to see – can one truly die of laughter, or did you always just say that so we would stop?”

[tori-gama]

HEY HEY, LOOK!! @rand0m-s1nner DREW ART FOR ME

AAAHHHHH, I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS

(I was allowed to post this)

[golden-chiivalry]

tickle-tober day ten - spidering (moze x jiaoqiu)

🪸 ;; pairing -> lee!moze x ler jiaoqiu ;

🪸 ;; fic type -> written to be romantic, but can be seen as platonic, small 2.5 trailblaze mission spoilers ;

🪸 ;; warnings -> none ;

🪸 ;; author’s note -> i love. moze and jiaoqiu sm. they’re together on my team (along with aven and argenti) and i just love them sm. hoyo give me more moze eidolons

tickle-tober masterlist

ao3

the first thing that could be heard from jiaoqiu’s home was a muffled shriek, followed by (barely suppressed) hysterical giggles.

ever since the yaoqing trio returned home, moze has been practically glued to jiaoqiu’s side.

the foxian wanted to get groceries? moze’s right there, carrying his bags and helping him shop.

walking home? moze is trailing after him, watching from one shadow only to move to another to observe the foxian further.

cooking? moze does it for him.

cleaning? moze does that too.

at this point, he’s like an unpaid caretaker!

“j—jiaoqiuhuhu!” moze giggled, alternating between swatting at the healer’s hands gently and covering his face to muffle his laugher. “stohohohop it!”

“i’m afraid i cannot.” jiaoqiu chuckled, continuing to spider his hands over the shadow guard’s ribs. “for you see, moze, ever since we’ve returned you’ve been helping me out dutifully. i simply wish to return the favour!”

“buhuhut youhuhu’re nohot hehelping mehehe!” the grey haired male wheezed

“i am!” jiaoqiu chirps, his hands moving to spider at moze’s exposed tummy, giggling as the shadow guard shrieks once more and starts to laugh hysterically. “you’re awfully tense. as your physician, i believe a simple massage will help!~”

“jiaohoho!! nohohohohoho!” moze whines. whines! oh, this is precious! “youhuhur clahahahaws are sohoho bahahad!”

“ah, my claws?” the foxian smiled, his tail thumping against the ground happily. “apologies, my dear patient, but they’re a necessity. now, where was i? ah, spidering my hands over your ribs, yes!”

“nohoHOHOho!! nohohohohot thehehe rihihibs agahahain!”

[13thedream]

Characters: (Lee) Sunday, (Ler) Kafka

a/n: this is based off of the Idea that Sunday joined the Stellaron Hunters. I have not done the most recent quest yet - only partially proofread, and my first fic, so do not make fun of it, please. But constructive criticism is encouraged

words: 1,5k

Sunday has had a headache all day today, and his eyes felt sore.

It was no doubt the fault of him staying up for most of the night tearfully, but he was sure that these people played a part in it.

They are unfamiliar; they hardly know him and he hardly knows them. And yet, here they are behaving as if he’d always been a part of the “family”. Arms slung over his shoulders, going out to places as well… Aren’t they meant to be an elite group, the feared and despised Stellaron Hunters? No doubt powerful, and yet, they had so much time on their hands to still be silly.

It is safe to say he is not used to such treatment. Relaxing, sitting back and doing nothing, having fun - yet he is neither relaxed or having fun. The thought of his sister laid heavy in his mind - the way she looked so tired on the television, and it tugged at his big brother instincts to sometimes see her wings not preened.

Sunday sighed quietly, his face buried in gloved hands as he leaned back against the sofa he sat on. He regrets now not bringing any of his books, or his journal; then again, he had to leave in such a rush, there simply was no time.

A tiny breeze fluttered the feathers of his left wing, and it twitched. He ignored it, groaning as he burdened himself with thoughts of his sister. What if she’s not feeding herself properly? What if she’s spending her nights crying?

Another breeze, another twitch.

Maybe she hates him. No- Robin would never, yet he found himself wishing she would. He hates himself so much, and he’s just pulling her down with him.

“...day.. Sunday.-” Something delicately traced down his wing, and Sunday would forever deny the startled, squeaky “eep!” He had let out. He whipped around, golden eyes wide, meeting the even and somewhat curious gaze of Kafka.

She was smirking; he felt his cheeks heat up at his own embarrassing reaction - and his damned wings were now curling around his cheeks too, as if he were some shy child hiding his face.

Clearing his throat, Sunday spoke, “..Good afternoon, Miss Kafka,” A polite greeting, choosing to move past what had just happened.

“Hey, angel,” she replied, that stupid smirk never leaving, and he felt his skin prick from the nickname. Angel? Audacious to call him anything other than his own name - yet, he held no power here, so he may as well accept it.

Kafka continued to speak casually, “I’ve been calling your name for a while. D’you wanna have dinner with us later?”

Sunday huffed quietly at the thought alone. Dinner with that barbaric swordsman, the moving suit of armor, a literal cat, and the girl who can’t put her phone down? Forget it. The most normally behaving person there would be Kafka, and that’s saying a lot.

“No.” Sunday grumbled, before clearing his throat once more and fixing himself, “...No, thank you. I will get my own.”

Kafka merely shrugged one shoulder, propping up her face on a hand as she observed him. When had she sat down beside him? Sunday met her gaze for a couple of seconds before glancing away, feathers puffing up. What does she still want?

“No problem. You seem tense,” the woman commented offhandedly, and he looked back out of politeness.

“How could I not be?” Sunday replied, tone cool and curt. Kafka shrugged again, raising one eyebrow as she observed him a moment longer.

“Fair point. But no one’s coming after you here, y’know?” She pointed out, and he huffed; of course he knew that. They’re in the middle of Xipe-Knows-What, in Xipe-Knows-Where.

“I appreciate the concern, but I’m more worried about the company here than anybody looking for me.” Sunday watched reproachfully as Kafka’s expression turned into one of amusement, as well as a mischievousness which had him tensing up further.

“Ah? How come? We’re a loving family here.” She replied, and they could both tell that she was just messing around now. They both knew why.

Sunday sighed, “Well, I don’t feel the slightest bit safe with that swordsman - constantly looking as though he'd strike me down if he had the chance. And that girl is a nuisance. It feels as though her entire personality is just, “Games this,” And “Hacking that,”.” He snorted out - and he felt himself lighten a bit at Kafka’s huffed out laugh.

“...Sam is most likely the most tolerable person,” Her smirk never left for the entire conversation - does this woman even know any other facial expressions..?

“And you are… Hm.” She looked even more smug than usual for a moment at his hesitance, and he grumbled out, “..Mysterious, I suppose. I dislike how unpredictable you get.”

Kafka was silent for a good long moment, just staring at him, before she chuckled, “Might I remind you, Birdie, that you are not so normal for yourself.”

She reached out again, while he was looking elsewhere, and dragged a finger down one of his wings lazily.

Sunday yelped.

His wing flapped, and he whipped around to face her again, cheeks on fire. “Would you please stop that?” He politely snapped, eyebrows furrowing.

She observed, he shifted, trying to cool down his cheeks.

“You’re ticklish,” Kafka finally mused out, tone thoughtful. Sunday sputtered, cheeks ablaze, a huge difference from his usually stoic, cool demeanor.

“What? No. What-? I was just caught of guard.” He replied, shifting away from her on the sofa. Perhaps he should try to respectfully make his leave-

“You laughed a little bit,” Kafka hummed, her eyes narrowing, a nearly predatory look behind them.

“I did not,” Sunday denied, frowning.

“You did.” Kafka’s already smirking lips began curving upwards even further.

“I am not ticklish. Where did you even get that from? Your claim makes little to no se–”

“Alright. Let’s prove it.” Kafka said, and before his brain could even process her words, two hands were firmly gripping his sides, fingertips digging into the flesh.

Sunday let out a surprised, “Aah-ha!” Falling back onto the sofa and attempting to squirm away. It did not tickle so terribly - yet single nerve felt as though it was on fire, and his embarrassment worsened with every little squeak which escaped his lips. He hated his laugh, and he was now sure he hated this damned woman, and her damned smirk, and her damned hands.

“Wait- Wait! Wahahait!” He cursed himself, giggles slipping into his words. His body was jumping, hands reaching down to try and push her’s away, but to no avail. She easily dodged all of his attempts, hands squishing at the sides of his stomach now, only worsening the sensations.

“Gah! Ahahaa! Wahait!” Kafka was smirking, watching the usually uptight Halovian fall apart just from a few touches. His body spasmed when she got closer to his belly, and she chuckled.

“So much for not ticklish, hm?” She hummed out, that predatory glint still in her eyes. He was blushing hard, his laugh a bit awkward - probably from not being genuinely used in so long - and his smaller pair of wings were busy trying to cover up his face.

What an adorable sight.

Her hands teased his belly for a few moments longer, before lowering down on it. Sunday squealed, blushing a dark red now as he lowered his hands to block his sensitive stomach, panting. He heard Kafka click her tongue.

“K-Kafka, thahat’s–!” Suddenly, her hands were in his underarms, those horrid nails scratching at the exposed skin.

“AAah! Kahafka!” He cried out loudly, tone becoming more and more high pitched the longer this went on. His arms slammed down, trying to fruitlessly guard his vulnerable underarms, but that just pushed her hands in deeper, digging into the centers.

His wings were quivering, both sets, and he bucked up wildly. His hair was becoming a mess and his clothing ruffled. Mirthful tears sprung up in his eyes, threatening to fall down his red cheeks, and his chest heaved.

Kafka scratched in his underarms a moment longer before removing her hands altogether, recognizing his limit. She was still smirking, and he breathlessly glared at her.

“...Ruhude.” He panted out, titters still escaping every here and there.

Kafka only smirked, “You had many chances to say stop. You didn’t.”

His cheeks lit up again - Great Xipe, he’d never get over this embarrassment. What’s worse is that she is absolutely correct.

Sitting up, Sunday muttered a quick, “Be quiet..” as he tried to smooth down his clothes. He felt much lighter now, he realized. Not so tense anymore - yet despite that, he still glared at Kafka before moving off of the sofa.

Well. Now he has to go hide in the bathroom for a couple of hours. And possibly die from the embarrassment.

“Excuse me,” he grunted out, and hid his tiny smile in his wing as he left. Kafka replied casually, as if she hadn’t just tickled him senseless, “Seeya.”

Weird - his headache is gone too.

[cooldudesthings]

Mechanical findings

Notes: this is my first fic I suck at writing so bear with me on this i was bored outta my mind idk what to put on the title so i did the first thing that came to mind

Warnings:tk fic if you don’t like it don’t read it

Lee: Boothill

Ler:mechanic reader

Boothill found himself locked into your work table, a giggly mess. He needed to have a few wires looked at near his sensors. When you looked at the wires, taking notice of the dust and dirt close to some of the sensors, you took a can of compressed air, put the straw on it, and stuck it near a sensor. Gently pressing down on the trigger to have the air not be too much for the sensor, little did you and Boothill know that he'd be able to feel ticklish. But now that you know, you decided to mess with him a bit.

"C'mon Boot, you can't be this sensitive," you coo as you continue blowing the air around the sensors.

"Y/N! Snrk-quihihit ihihit I swehehar," Boothill laughed between words, his face painting itself a pretty crimson. To think a mechanical cowboy could be so ticklish added to his embarrassment. He was plotting his revenge against you as his pleas for mercy fell on your deaf ears.

"Awww, does it tickle more here or here?" you tease as you switch between sensors, loving every second of his laughter as you drive him up the wall.

"Gahahad stohohohop ihihihit mehehercy!!!!" Boothill cried out, becoming desperate for it to end.

You chuckled as you continued to mess with his sensors a bit more before stopping and closing him up. You hit the button for the table to release him and bolt out of the room, giggling as you knew he was going to get his revenge one way or another.

[gabe-76]

/throws lee Aventurine

Now lemme rest

[lovelynim]

"C-Cahahaelus! T-This isn't fuhuhunny!" "No? Then... why are you smiling so much, hm?"

Another commission, this time made by the amazing Miauzi, featuring Dan Heng and Caelus, my beloved babies ~

[keru0]

Tickletober 2024

Day 10: Teasing

Lee!Moze x Ler!Jiaoqiu

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“No, I’m not. Stop lying to them, Jiaoqiu.”

“Don’t listen to him, he’s the most ticklish out of- ACK-! Hey!” The pink-faced rouge elbowed the healer, who was currently explaining to a certain Trailblazer and his boyfriend how ticklish the stoic man actually was.

Jiaoqiu gave a half-hearted glare at the man before smiling back towards the two, making sure his words were loud enough to be heard across the docks. “He really is ticklish! You wouldn’t believe how often I can get the upper hand on him!”

Caelus giggled at the other’s embarrassment, watching as he flashed invisible, pulling his hood over his face. “And I’m assuming he always does that?”

Jiaoqiu let out a chuckle of his own before reaching out to grab the invisible man by the arm. “Yes, yes, he gets very embarrassed, but I can show you!” The foxian giggled mischievously, quickly shoving his arms under the man’s arms to grasp at his chest, hands right on top of the muscle.

“J-Jiaoqiu, don’t-!”

“All I have to do is squeeze right here and he becomes a giggly puddle! No more dangerous than a butter knife~” The healer teased with a smirk, beginning to knead his hands into the muscle of Moze’s chest.

“GrAhAHaHa nOhOHoHo!” Moze quickly flickered in and out of invisibility, unable to stay hidden for long before the sensations became too much to bear.

“Come now, Moze, don’t try to hide. Our guests want to see just how ticklish you are~” The sly fox smiled, his hands wandering down to his ribs where he poked and prodded them. “And if you go a bit lower, his laugh gets a bit more high pitch-”

“YAHAHAH JIAOQIUHUHOHOHOHO!”

“See?”

Dan Heng brought a hand up to his chin, a knowing smile on his face, all too aware of what the retainer was going through, Caelus doing the same to him on quite a regular basis. “So, the lower you go, the more ticklish he is?”

“For the most part, yes!” Jiaoqiu smiled at the boy, his hands crawling further down to poke and squeeze the man’s abs. “His thighs and feet are quite bad, as are his ribs and chest. In fact, there’s not really anywhere that isn’t sensitive…”

“E-EHEHENOHOHOUGH!” Moze wheezed, curling around the fox’s arms as they dug into his stomach, tears of mirth beading in the corners of his eyes, threatening to fall.

“He really is ticklish, isn’t he?” The pink-haired man teased, almost whispering it into Moze’s ear before letting him go, the laughing man going invisible almost instantly to hide his red face. 

“I think that’s enough for now, we don’t want to embarrass him too much, do we?” He chuckled, giving the straining abs one last squeeze before finally letting go, wrapping an arm around Moze’s so he couldn’t go far.

“Don’t we?” Caelus smirked, giving the healer an expectant look as his eyes shined, the healer chuckling in response.

“Perhaps another time, not in public, so he doesn’t feel like killing us after…” He trailed off, already feeling the man sulk next to him, planning his revenge. “We ought to go report back to Feixiao now that our job here is done, goodbye~!” He waved off to the trailblazers, dragging an invisible, broody man along with him.

[nekoma-not-lee]

Tickletober Day 1 - Anticipation

Honkai: Star Rail - ler!Dan Heng, lee!Caelus

Caelus was in a lee mood and was giving hints about it to Dan Heng. When Dan Heng finally get’s fed up, Caelus is surprised to find he won’t get what he wants so easily.

This pairing is implied romantic, but can be seen as platonic!

Caelus was now positioned under Dan Heng, who was sitting over his hips, with his hands raised into claws. Caelus giggled, nervously…but…Dan Heng didn’t do anything. Instead, he said, “Do you actually think I’m going to give you what you want?” Caelus made a choked noise with a look of shock on his face. How did he see right through him?! “Wha- What do you mean?” Dan Heng simply smiled, “I’m not going to do anything until you ask nicely.”

Damn it! He was screwed! On one hand, he could ask right now, on the other it would be super embarrassing asking like this. He’s not even sure he can say ‘that’ word. Maybe he could provoke some more? “F-for what?” Dan Heng’s smile only grew slightly, “If you want me to tickle you, you’ll have to ask nicely.” Caelus whined in response, “But- But Dan Henggg! That’s so embarrassing!” Dan Heng shrugged, still keeping that sly smile on his face, “I’m not going to let you take the easy way out.”

“But! But aren’t you angry at me for annoying you?” “Not in the slightest. I knew what you were up to all day. You better ask soon, or I might change my mind about giving you what you want~” Dan Heng said, teasingly. Caelus’s face flushed bright red as he stuttered, trying to get the words out, “U-uhm…Dan Heng…can you uh…can you please…d-do the thing?” “What thing?” “DAN HENGGGG! This is so meaaaannn!” Dan Heng chuckled, “Well you wouldn’t exactly be nice to me if I were in your position, would you?”

Shoot! He was right on the money. “Th-that’s different!” “How so?” “Dan Hengggg!” “Yes?~” “Just do it!” “Do what?~” “Tickle me!” Caelus clapped his hands over his mouth after he realized what he’d said, his face flushing brighter than before, his ears now flushing red as well. Dan Heng smirked, “Well that wasn’t a very nice way to ask, now was it?” Caelus gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes he’d ever seen, “…Please?” Dan Heng sighed, “Well I can’t say no to you now can I?”

Dan Heng took hold of Caelus’s hands and positiomed them above his head. “Think you can keep these up for me?~” Caelus nodded, happy he was finally getting what he wants. Dan Heng smiled, “Good.” And his clawed hands finally touched down on Caelus’s stomach. Caelus’s shrieks of laughter were heard throughout the night, but if anyone heard them besides Dan Heng? No one said a thing.

[golden-chiivalry]

tickletober day six: cuddles (switches!stelle, march 7th, dan heng)

🪸 ;; warnings: very slight angst on dan heng’s end if you squint, kinda ooc

🪸 ;; pairing: ler!stelle + ler!march 7th + lee!dan heng

🪸 ;; author’s note: request for @tklpilled !! i accidentally deleted the ask im so sorry 😭😭

i also went for just lee!dan heng so hope you don’t mind :3

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ao3

in march’s (not so) humble opinion, cuddles are the best thing to do after a mission.

they’re relaxing, warm, and hey, your friends are right there!

the pink haired girl happily held her two best friends, stelle and dan heng. the latter was in a sour mood, and it was so, so easy to tell.

the astral express crew discovered dan heng’s past whilst on the loufu.

did they care? did it make them look at him differently? of course not!

he’s still dan heng just… with horns and a tail! and longer hair too…

dan heng didn’t share that statement though.

“heyyyy” march whined, poking dan heng’s cheek. “cheer up. we really don’t care if you’re a dragon! you’re still dan heng!”

dan heng stared at her, then at stelle, who only nodded in agreement to march’s statement.

“march is right. cheer up” she said, ruffling his hair.

“i.. i’m trying.” dan heng said, clearly not telling the truth. he knew the two would probably catch on, and yet he hoped they wouldn’t.

march huffed, before giving stelle a knowing look.

without the dark haired trailblazer noticing, march’s hands shot to his sides, whilst stelle’s moved to his neck and pointy ears.

“wahaha?! guhuhuhuys!!” the vidyadhara squealed. he squirmed around in a futile attempt to move away from the tickling, but no matter which direction he moved, he either exposed his neck or sides more. “stohohoHOHOP thahahat!”

“sorry, dan heng! no can do!” march giggles “right stelle?”

“right. we can’t have you upset whilst cuddling with us, you know?”

[cooldudesthings]

Boothill hsr hc’s

Author’s note: These hc’s have my heart melting from how sweet it is even though they may not fit well with his character

Ps: I’m too tired to punctuate these so please don’t mind it

Here we go!

I feel like he’d be cuddly to his lover

He loves and cherishes when his s/o pepper kisses all over his face as he can feel the love from each kiss

He’d probably be hyper in a way when you first meet

Boothill would be surprised or a little shocked by you not being terrified of him at the first sight of him

If his love is feeling down he’ll try anything to make them smile or feel better

This man can’t cook do t eat the food he makes you may get sick (idk why I just can’t see him being a decent cook or he’d burn it)

In the summer his robotic parts of his body gets extremely hot in the sun so he tends to be in shady areas to avoid you accidentally getting burned from touching him ( if you do get burned he’d apologize and feel guilty about it for a few days)

He would enjoy his hair being played with

If his lover is feeling insecure about a part of their body he will find ways to prove to them that he loves that part of them for example if they are feeling insecure about their stomach he will gently nibble it while complementing his now giggly lover ( I saw a hc about since he doesn’t have a human body he’d absolutely cherish his lovers body as much as he could and I can see it)

If he has sensors for pain magnets would probably mess with them a bit creating a tingly feeling almost like how tickles feel

[gabe-76]

hmmm.. yk "honkai: star rail" by any chance? i ain't in the fandom nor played the game but there is a very handsome character named gallagher in there!! (≧∇≦) can i maybe have a lee!gallagher and ler!feathers?? this would save my day!! not forcing you tho! can ignore this also. ><

have a great day/night (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Our boys gets everyone's heart

Sorry for the wait also, I'm still a little sick so yeah😭 don't think I ignored or anything

Thank you for the request💙✨✨

[lovelynim]

Tiny Problems

Honkai: Star Rail - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

A/N: I just finished playing 2.1 and I needed to get this out of my head

Summary: While trying to figure out one of Sunday's puzzles, Aventurine starts to have a little too much fun at the sandpit.

Word count: 1373 words

Warnings: Minor spoilers from Honkai's 2.1 main quest!

Ratio rubbed the side of his head, closing his eyes as he hoped to make time pass a little faster. Yes, it shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes for that pretentious gambler to find the missing pieces and they could move on.

What was missing on Ratio’s calculations, however, was how amused Aventurine would get with Sunday’s sandpit.

“Woah! Hahah, they even made tiny clothes for the stores around here!” Aventurine beamed with excitement, paying attention to every detail - except for the ones he actually should look for. “Look, doctor, don’t I look handsome in these? Do you think they have a regular-person’s size of these back in the Golden Hour?”

That futile, mundane idiot.

“I honestly think it’s impossible for me to care less about it, Aventurine. Did you happen to find any clue to where the missing piece is?” Ratio sighed, looking down at the sandpit as uninterested as he could be. 

His eyes could easily spot the shrinked blonde, running around like a little kid at some kind of amusement park. Was he really enjoying the sandpit that much?

“That man really outdid himself in these buildings, huh? But he could pay a little more attention to the NPCs���” Aventurine mumbled, clearly not paying any mind to Ratio’s concerns as he stopped by one of the food trucks. 

While the doctor complained about something that he promptly ignored, Aventurine walked around, trying to check if there was some sort of miniature food that he could try. “Hmm, is this thing hollow?” The gambler hummed, knocking on the truck’s window.

Maybe this was all part of the Family’s trial, Ratio thought while pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing in defeat. The key to the next room was just right there and, yet, Aventurine was refusing to collaborate. 

“How can you be having fun at a time like this?”

“How can you not have fun?” Aventurine snapped back in a cocky tone, looking up to see his giant coworker. “If anything, we can always tell that man about how hard we worked to get past his puzzles and meet him in person. Facing such hardships must be worth something, right?”

I gained nothing from dealing with a hardship like you, gambler,” Ratio groaned, crossing his arms in front of his chest while Aventurine resumed his little (pun intended) exploration. Was he talking to one of those NPCs he just complained about?

“Damn, these guys are so dull! I think they could use some of your teaching, doc!” Aventurine shouted with an audible chuckle, almost as if mocking Ratio’s growing frustration with his constant delays.

“Gambler,” Ratio called, his voice carrying his clear annoyance, “quit fooling around. Did your brain shrink beyond your body’s proportion? We have no time for playing around.”

Even with the size difference between them, just by Aventurine’s (small) body language, Ratio could tell the man was rolling his eyes. How utterly distasteful. “Come on, what’s the problem in having some fun while we are- w-wOAH!!”

Just as Aventurine was about to boast, Ratio reached out to the top of the miniature building where he was. The gambler could swear he had reached the limit of Ratio’s patience and he was about to get squashed like a bug… but, instead, Ratio carefully pinched the back of his coat and picked him up.

“You. You’re my problem,” Ratio said firmly, holding the other man in front of his eyes and watching him flail like a worm on the hook - a fitting metaphor for this situation, if you asked the doctor.

“H-hey, I could hear you just fine from the sandpit,” Aventurine giggled nervously, curling his legs and tugging at his coat, not really sure if Ratio would bother to catch him if he slipped past his grip. “But look at the bright side, doc, at least you only have a tiny problem, h-heheh…”

“...”

Aventurine gulped. Ratio’s angry face could be even scarier when he was a thousand times bigger, huh… “C-come on, don’t be angry! I was just trying to give you something to laugh about, you know? Have fun!”

“I’ll have plenty of things to ‘laugh about’ when we get back - after our work is done,” Ratio scolded, making Aventurine flinch in his grip, “but all you do is fool around. Are you understanding the issue here, gambler?” Ratio narrowed his eyes, scoping Aventurine’s body to allow him to sit on his palm.

Leaning against Ratio’s thumb, Aventurine remained in silence for a couple seconds while he looked around.

“Are you listening to me?” Ratio sighed, giving his best efforts to not squeeze the blonde like some sort of stress ball.

“Hmm…” Aventurine turned his attention back to Ratio’s face and, from that distance, his stupid (read: silly) smile was clear in the doctor’s sight. “Are you sure you don’t want to try to slip me in Sunday’s clothes? I think I’d even fit in his pocket like theEHe- h-hey!”

“You insufferable idiot,” Ratio groaned, poking Aventurine with his index finger, “are you even listening to me?!”

“H-hehey, doc! Thahat tihihickles!” Aventurine protested, using both his hands and all of his strength to try to stop Ratio’s finger from poking him. “C-cohome on! This ihihisn’t fair!”

“It tickles?” Ratio arched his eyebrow, resting his finger on top of Aventurine’s body while pondering about that new information. At his size, Ratio expected it to hurt, maybe even crush one of his ribs if he used too much strength… but tickle? Well, it was reasonable. Maybe with the right pressure and move, his touch could’ve - indeed - tickled. 

“You mean, like this?” Ratio grinned, gently wagging his finger against Aventurine’s small body.

“Y-yehes, stohop it!”

“Interesting,” Ratio mused out loud, leaning against the sandpit’s border. Swiping his thumb over Aventurine’s body, the doctor managed to push his arms out of the way and trap them between his own digits. “To think something like this would still work,” he continued, using his free index to rub Aventurine’s side.

“W-wahAHAhait, what ahahre you dohoing?” Aventurine laughed in confusion, bringing his knees up in a vain attempt to protect himself. It wasn’t rare for Ratio to overpower him, but having him doing it while he was in clear disadvantage was way worse! “DohOHOhoctor! Don’t ihihignore me!”

“I wish I could, but you’re too loud for that, gambler,” Ratio muttered and, despite his cold eyes, there was an amused smile on his lips. “As for your question, I’m doing as you suggested: seeking things to have fun.”

Ratio moved his finger against, poking Aventurine’s stomach as if he was some sort of toy. “You looked like a doll like this, gambler,” Ratio teased, watching the small man writhe in his palm, “you even make noise if I squeeze you like this.”

“AhAHAha, RahAHAhatio, stohop!” Aventurine whined, desperately trying to pull his arms down, but it was like his wrists were locked under boulders. All he could do was laugh and curse the moment he passed through that little gate - this was so unfair! “LehEHehet gohOHoh!!”

“Hm? Well, I could…” Ratio said, flicking his finger against Aventurine’s body and making him giggle some more, “if we went back to work and solved this puzzle. After all, how do you expect to meet Sunday when you look like a cheap toy?”

Deciding to show the gambler some mercy, Ratio lifted his finger and watched Aventurine’s little chest wave as he caught his breath. “I-I… ahah, damn, I’m not cheap, doctor!”

“...Is that the part that concerns you?”

“Of course, heh, my clothes are expensive and- waitwaitwait!!” Aventurine cried out, curling up into a ball in Ratio’s palm as he saw that evil finger approaching him again, “fine! Fine! I will work to solve the puzzle!”

Ratio huffed, turning around to put Aventurine back in the center of the sandpit, “very well. You do know how to make the smart choice sometimes.” As he stood back, Ratio watched the little gambler pat his clothes as if trying to fix them. 

Tsk, he was simply incorrigible.

“Gambler…”

“I know, I know! ~ Just hang in there, doc!” Aventurine chuckled, waving to his giant coworker as he resumed running around the sandpit. Time to get back to business!

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Ravine Exhibit

Updated ♪ 01.13.2025

Chasm of Display for My Creations

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Project SEKAI

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Chasing After Laughter

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♪ Lee!Nene Kusanagi, Ler!Emu Otori

• Romantic, Oldest Project SEKAI Fic

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What We Love About You

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♪ Lee!Nene Kusanagi, Ler!Tsukasa Tenma, Ler!Emu Otori, & Ler!Rui Kamshiro

• Romantic, Valentine's Day 2024 Collaboration with @pink-tk-a-latte

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Birthday Wishes of Wonderhoy

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♪ Lee!Emu Otori, Ler!Nene Kusanagi

• Romantic, Made for Emu's birthday (September 9th, 2024)

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Headcanons

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Rui Kamishiro Lee + Ler Headcanons

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♪ Made for @iswiminnachos & @cnidarianrui respectively for their birthdays!

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Honkai: Star Rail

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Bummed Out Days

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♪ Lee!Stelle, Ler!March 7th

• Platonic, Oldest fic on my blog (around June 13th or 14th of 2023)

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Avoidant, Are We Now?

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♪ Lee!Stelle, Ler!Dan Heng, Switch!March 7th

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Genshin Impact

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Relaxation, Not Agitation

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♪ Lee!Reader, Ler!Childe

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